#(sorry if i made any mistakes with the outfits! i did my best but they're SO detailed)

[egophiliac]

still rolling around on the ground over the contrast between Jack and Mal. it's so...🤌🤌🤌

[ilovespec]

Introduction of a lamb to a wolf

Slighty yandere Spec × GN ! reader.

I wrote it anyway!! YAPIIIEEEEI

9579 words

The year is 2018. Tokyo.

Your name is Y/N Y/L. You are a successful journalist working for a popular agency. Your days are always routine, but sometimes there are exceptions. As it is, most of the time, your days are pretty monotonous. Getting up early , going to work , searching for information , writing articles. The road home , and then sleep, and so on almost every day... But sometimes, there were interesting cases, because of which you almost have gray hair in your (your age) years. But because of this, you were always ready for anything and almost not afraid! And now, as you thought it was the most ordinary routine day, you got up as usual, brushed your teeth, quickly rinsed in the shower and after eating, went to work. But as soon as you came to your "favorite" job, you were immediately called to your boss.

- The boss : You know why I called you, don't you?

- You: Uh... No, I don't think so... I've been working well lately.. And I didn't make any mistakes -

Your boss throws a fresh newspaper in your face, with the headline - "THE FIVE DEATH ROW CONVICTIONS IN TOKYO!!! "And under the headline there were portraits of five men... They all radiated danger... But one portrait scared you, and made goosebumps run down your back especially strongly...He was a tanned, bald man. With a grin on his face. His name was Spec.

- The Boss: FIND ME INFORMATION ABOUT ONE OF THESE FIVE , I- uh , PEOPLE NEED A SENSATION !!!

You nod dejectedly , take your camera , put your free hand in your pocket and go to the "adventure meeting" on your ass...

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You've been driving around the city in your car for a couple of hours now.. There was nothing! Which is quite expected. Surely escaped murderers , who were even more sentenced to death, will not wander around the city and explore the sights? I doubt it. Maybe they're laying low, or something like that... You looked at the sky... Such a beautiful sunset.. You have already raised your camera to take a picture of this beautiful view, when suddenly you look down and see such a picture... On the ground A beaten boy (Baki) is lying, a severed hand is pressed to his face AND HE IS BEING BEATEN BY ONE OF THE ESCAPED PRISONERS!!! " *drum roll " who is it ??? The correct answer is all the most true fans of Baki, this is the best waifu of all time - Spec!!! His cheeks are shot through, and he is dressed in the costume of a South American priest... You expected he to be "a little bit smaller.".. And in real life, even from afar, it is huge.. And how did he even find such a huge outfit.. Did he sew 2-3 priests to make it??🤨🤨 Who knows. You took several photos at once, but forgot to turn off the flash... And here are the promised ass adventures... Spec immediately turned around and looked right at you, grinning like some kind of huge predator... You hit the gas right away, leaving... BUT FUCK!!! ABRUPTLY, YOUR CAR SHUDDERED AND STOPPED!!! This is still our waifu - Spec 🛐🛐🛐 He just grabbed your car and stopped it, and then HE OPENED THE DOOR OF YOUR CAR WITH ONE SHARP MOVEMENT OF HIS HAND, AND BENT SLIGHTLY OVER YOU!!! Close , he is even more huge, terrifying and muscular (I'm sure that up close his big, muscular bubs are even bigger- OH, sorry to think out loud, let's continue) He loomed over you like a wall, and grinned at your nervous , frightened face. While you're shaking and trying to come up with an excuse TO AT LEAST SURVIVE!!!

- Spec : oohhh...Who do I see here?.. What a cute lamb~ Did you take a picture of me because you thought I looked cool or cute? ~

You, sweating nervously , trembling and pressing into your car seat, prayed to all the gods , and somehow answered

- You: No... No, no.. ha.... I have a little problem with my eyesight... That's why I didn't notice you, I'm sorry.. I'm dumb.. Uh.... Well... I actually took pictures of this beautiful view.. Haha... ha..

You somehow squeezed out these words, and barely smiled, through fear and the desire to live. And Spec giggled like a giant child, and hearing the sounds of a police siren a few milliseconds he leaned as close to you as possible , and with his huge palm ruffled your soft hair , turning it into a mess and leaving for the police , he finally told you

- Spec : I will definitely see you again, adorable doll !

And you, in shock, sat in your driver's seat for a couple more minutes, with disheveled hair and looked into everything , thinking about how stupid your recent act was, closed the car door and drove home. Wash it all down with beer and make a new article about recent events..

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You were sitting in a "family" cafe (a family cafe, as far as I read and saw in travel blogs something like this: grandma cooks food, mother delivers food, and children wash dishes, etc..) and came up with a title for the finished article... "An escaped psychopathic murderer attacked a boy"...? "an escaped murderer in a priest's costume committed an attack"...? You wondered for a long time until someone touched you on the shoulder.

- cute waitress: Excuse me.. We're already closing, so could you leave..?

You calmly nod, put your laptop in your bag and leave. You walk calmly to your house, humming something to yourself and looking at your feet. Suddenly you hear someone calling out to you... And you're surrounded by something like a biker gang.

- Biker 1 : Hey ... Shall we take a ride? ~

They smell so strongly of alcohol... Which makes me feel sick.. You shake your head negatively and try to leave as they are already jumping off their Bikes, and a couple have already taken out knives and moved towards you. Someone grabbed you from behind so you wouldn't move.

- Biker 2 : Come on guys, take off these clothes-....! LET'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!

each of them immediately got on their bikes and drove away so that you could smell the burnt rubber...A HUGE shadow hung over you, and you heard, unfortunately, a familiar voice and the smell of cigarette smoke.

- Spec: Doll, you better not go out so late. Ah~ It's good that I walked through this beautiful area, and I came up on time.

You turn around , and already you automatically jump back in surprise , still slightly afraid of Spec , but less strongly. And you see that Spec is standing behind you as if nothing had happened, and smoking with a smirk looking at you.

- You: eh...?! I thought you were arrested.. You ran away ???!!?

Spec burst out laughing, and with a grin bent down to your eye level (for this he had to bend almost twice)

- Spec : No, I'm just walking around this area, as I said, it's just so peaceful here.

You nod knowingly, and Spec leans against the nearest wall, still smoking.

- You: Uh... I'm sorry for asking this, but why did you come to Tokyo ...? 🤨🤨

- Spec : Bhahaha!! For what? I came here to taste defeat, doll~

He spoke with some pride , grinning even wider and watching your reaction. Meanwhile , you 're thinking a little puzzled .

- You : sorry, just thinking out loud... But, do you want to lose, because for too long you have been the coolest and strongest, and you want new events in life ...?

Spec raises an eyebrow in surprise, clearly slightly shocked that someone other than professional fighters can understand him, and soon smiles broadly, with a cigarette in his mouth and pats you on the shoulder, nodding.

- You: Well... I have to go home, otherwise the article won't write itself, huh..good night to you..!

You wave your hand at him with an awkward smile, and turn around and run away to your home, and Spec looks at your back, thinking "why is such a cute lamb still lonely...Maybe I'll make some "changes" in her life too, heheh.."

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After your meeting with Spec, your life went on as usual, you continued to work... I wrote articles.. Sometimes I drank at home after work... But, to all this, a strange feeling has arisen in you .. It's like someone is watching you day and night.. Even when you changed your apartment.. House.. And even the housing area, you still felt like you were being watched... And even, sometimes your little trinkets went missing ! Perhaps you are winding yourself up as recently Several shocking events happened at once... And these things are just in the laundry basket, or somewhere else... You can't have such an inconspicuous stalker, can you....?

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One night, you were sleeping as usual... Hugging your dakimakura with your beloved (2-d man or 2-d woman, I do not know what your tastes are... But I would like a dakimakura with Spec or with Lisa Lisa from JJBA \_(ツ)_/) as usual, you didn't dream anything/ had some dreams, and you just slept... Well, what could possibly go wrong?! But you're awake. From the smell of food, and from the fact that your dakimakura is being torn out of your hands and thrown aside. You wake up right away, because who dared to do such a thing?! And you already see your "friend" Spec. He's sitting on the edge of your bed, and there's a slightly offended expression on his face , and he 's clutching a package from some 24/7 restaurant in his free hand , which smelled very good. And with his free hand he is... He grabbed your face , pulling you closer to him.

- Spec in a clearly deliberately offended tone: Doll... Why do you need this "pillow" if you have me?? ;)

He pulled you towards him, clearly ignoring that you were squirming, twitching, and trying to call for help. And slightly lifting up the bag of food , he says .

- Spec : heeyyy ~ My dear lamb, let's put aside these indignations of yours, and eat steamed buns? And I bet I'm a lot better than that "pillow" of yours that you hug every night~

THE END!!!!

I'm sorry if it turned out too badly, this is the first time I'm writing something based on the original character, if you didn't like it very much, throw slippers at me. Well, or tanks , which is convenient for you. Thank you so much for reading >3 I will be grateful for the assessment and constructive criticism in the comments >3< I love you all 💋💋

[woonova]

꩜ ﾟ˖ REASSURANCE

◟﹙ 🏐 ﹚nishimura riki ﹕oneshot ﹙ @woonova ﹚

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  written to flashing lights by kanye west

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  genre fluff, established relationship

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  synopsis no matter if it's doubt about a performance for an upcoming game or the performance during said game, you and niki will always be there to reassure the other. in more ways than one.

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  warning kissing ig....

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  wc 0.8k ﹙ 835 words ﹚

rin's notes ! i still can't beleive i wrote this all in one sitting in less than an hour, i'm sorry if it's bad....i mean i did write it really fast so. also in my niki era rn >_<

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THERE WAS ABOUT TEN MINUTES LEFT until the start of the final match of the season, and you were sitting anxiously on a bench in the girls locker room. A big red bow decorating your hair, along with the few pieces that laid to rest just above your eyes, in the form of a soft fringe. Delicately tapping a finger against your exposed thigh, which was a result of your equally red and sparkly cheer outfit moving along with your constant jittering. You went over your routine around several times over, determined to complete your performance without any mistakes.

It wasn't the first time you found yourself in this state. Nervously moving about in a secluded spot as you rerun all steps to the complicated performance you were about to well, perform. You shakily moved your hands towards the tight ponytail that sat atop your head, loosening its grip and playing with the fly-away strands to calm yourself down. Sure, you loved cheering, but those pre performance jitters could really do a number on you.

However, for every performance you encountered and the subsequent nerves that came with it, you could always count on your boyfriend, Niki to get rid of any feeling of uneasiness that plagued your mind in the moment. And with this reassuring knowledge you could always step out onto the glossed basketball court with your head held high, and your heart ready to burst at the seams whenever you would catch sight of your beloved partner.

And today was no different. You stepped out of the confinements of the female locker room and onto the court with a small smile resting on your lips. Your head was held high and your shoulders straight. Your heart however, was not holding up well. Not because of stress or nervousness, but because of your ridiculously attractive boyfriend making his way over to you with a huge boxy smile. A thin layer of sweat decorating his skin, probably from the warm ups he had done earlier.

"Hey baby, you feeling okay?" He spoke to you in such a soft voice, that it almost made you melt right there on the spot. You gave him a giddy smile and a nod in response, still touched that he had come to check up on you once again.

"Are you sure, I mean i'm sure I can give you some extra reassurance." His sweet smile quickly changed to a sly one as he pulled himself closer to you, his slightly sweaty hair and uniform coloured in a hue similar to yours, along with the white sweatband that wrapped itself around his forehead made him even more attractive in your eyes.

"I'm sure Niki," you started with a small chuckle. "Are you actually 'cause i can —"

"Go! And remember to make the whole school proud, okay. They're kinda counting on your amazing gameplay captain." You cut him off with a teasing tone and a now beaming smile. Throwing a small compliment in the mix simply because you loved how his confident persona would immediately crumble and be replaced by his rarely seen flustered state. Rarely seen to the public that is.

He seemed to let go of his sly remarks and offered you a small pout in return as he held onto the ball that rested in his palms a bit tighter when he heard his name being called. "You're right, someone has to lead this team to victory and who better than me, right?"

"Right!"

And with that he left, heading towards his teammates with a slight pep in his step because of your recent interaction. You watched as he slowly moved further away before he abruptly stopped and made his way back to you. You eyed him eagerly as you wondered what his next move would be, but regardless of whatever thought had crossed your mind, this was certainly not what you were expecting.

You were greeted by Niki for a second time, with a passion filled kiss. His lips met yours in an endearing embrace and his arms paralleled the movement as he absentmindedly wrapped them around your waist. You stood in this embrace for a while until Niki slowly pulled away, fearing that if he didn't do it now, he would never leave your warm touch.

"Sorry, I just needed some extra reassurance." He mumbled out with a foxy smile as he repeated his words from earlier. He stood there for just a while longer looking at you with eyes filled to the brim with adoration and love. The loud cheers coming from students who had been entering the gym, filling up the stands rapidly broke Niki out of his daze. And he stepped back before fixing the crooked hair bow that was tied to your updo, and offering you another cheeky smile before leaving.

"Now i'll definitely be able to lead the team to victory. Dont worry, i'll do well. With you cheering me on, i'm sure I will. I'll make you proud baby"

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© https://...woonova | 2023

[cup1dvalenl1na]

soul and maka with a nonbinary or transmasc s/o please? they're my comfort characters i care them very much

I'm not as familiar with this, since I am a cis woman. So if I do anything wrong please please please let me know. I took the time to research to know a little bit more, just in case. But still, don't be afraid to say something to me.

I'm gonna try to mix the two requests if that's okay, so a non binary reader that represents as trans masc.

TW// MENTIONS OF MISGENDERING (Other people, not Maka or Soul)

It's a given that she supports you.

Although she isn't super familiar with the topic she will do her best to find ways to understand, such as reading books at her local library or just searching online. She wants to make you feel comfortable and loved in any way possible.

If you use binders or any thing of the sort she will make sure that it's comfortable and doesn't hurt you. Will help you find comfortable binders in stores or online.

Will remind you to take them off before you head to bed, she always makes sure you're okay and can kind of act like a mom at times. But it's only because she cares.

If someone misgenders you she will politely respond to them what your correct pronouns are.

If they continue anyway (to be rude) she will get her book out and chop them, grabbing your arm gently and leading you somewhere else where they aren't around.

She loves and cares for you so much ❤❤

AYYY MY BOY

Supporting and excited for you tbh.

He will definitely go shop for clothes with you that help you appear more masculine.

Picks only the "cool" outfits for you and does a photoshoot with you later with his fuckin motorcycle in the background

Totally let's you borrow his clothes too if anything

I feel like he would know more about gender identity since I think he also had questioned his identity before.

If you wear binders he's more chill about reminding you to take it off for bed, or if you need a new comfortable one. He isn't a mom, he's more chill and relaxed about it but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. He just doesn't wanna overwhelm you.

If someone refers to you with the wrong pronouns (purposely) he'd just be like "not cool man." glare at them and also leave with you.

He will fight someone for you istg, you gotta hold him back sometimes/hj

I'm so sorry if this is vague and it took a while, i just wanted to make sure I did everything correctly. Let me know if I've made a mistake anywhere!

All the love to the trans community ❤

[ackermanslov4r]

a fic where fem!y/n and levi have to pretend they're dating during some infiltration mission for the scouts (but then they have to talk about their first impression on each other and levi gets a bit too talkative)

wrote this at midnight (and a while ago) so sorry for the potential mistakes

Since you’d joined the scouts, you’d been asked many different things : fighting titans,of course,but also helping Hange with their strange experiments,cleaning a room that wasn’t used at all,and sometimes cleaning,but weapons.

But right now,standing in a fancy outfit,Levi’s hand on your back, you thought that your current situation beat all the others.The scouts needed informations held by some rich man ,and Erwin had declared that the man wasn’t going to give the informations without money in return,which the scouts didn’t have enough of.

So,a plan, that seemed too crazy to succeed, had been made : Levi and you had to pretend to be a newly rich and married couple,and attend one of the man’s party , to gather a maximum of information by listening to the conversations and talking with the host.

The strangest part was probably having to pretend to be dating Levi Ackerman. When you’d asked Erwin why he’d decided to choose the two of you,he just said that it was because the two of you « had the most chemistry »,this causing you to stay awake the whole night,wondering about this sentence. Levi and you were comrades,even friends,and even if you couldn’t deny that you both cared about the other,it didn’t go any further.

« The two of you really makes a perfect couple. » said an old men,his appearance so ridiculous Levi had to tighten his grip on your back to stop you from laughing,while he thanked him.

« So…for how long have you been dating ? »

« Oh…Uh…Well,we’re going to celebrate our five years together in a week. »

The old men whistled,showing his admiration. Levi and you had been practicing your fake dating story for weeks,but it still always felt strange to you to tell a story so far from the truth.

“I immediately knew she’d be important to me when I met her.” added Levi,his mouth turning into a smile.

You’d seen him smile ,with a true and happy smile ,a few times,and you were always amazed by it ,by how it changed his face. But the smile he had right now was fake,completely different from his usual one,and you immediately wanted to wipe it off his face.

"People always say to not follow first impression since they can be false but... I guess sometimes it's best to follow your instinct."

"Well...I'm glad I did since now we're...married."

Levi's smile turned into a strange grimace on the last word. You suddenly realized how bad actors the two of you made,and almost laughed at the disaster this mission was going to be.

"And what a beautiful couple you make ! Tell me,sir, when you said you knew she'd be important...Did you know she'll get this far into your heart ?" he asked,laughing and talking as if you weren't there.It was an habitude you'd noticed during the night ; here,you were someone's wife,almost not a person of your own,and everyone preferred to talk with your so called husband than you.

Your gaze turned to a clock,mentally counting the hours left when Levi answered,his tone unusually serious :

"I don't know if I knew our relationship will end like that but I remember thinking..." he stopped,lost in his thoughts. "I remember thinking the way I felt just by looking at her was very different from anything else I'd experienced. And it got worse when we began talking ; I could barely make a sentence around her. It was as if my brain was about to explode."

He suddenly stopped,frowned his eyebrows ,opened and closed his mouth,as if he was shocked by the things he'd just said. Something with the way he'd just reacted,and by the sincerity of his voice when he'd spoke suddenly made you feel dizzy,and you wondered if it was really what Levi thought when he met you.

"Well,well...I think your husband is truly in love with you." And,laughing again,he nodded and went away to talk with some other invitees ,leaving the two of you alone in an embarrassed silence.

"You know...I almost believed what you just said."

Levi,his cheeks red from embarrassment ,was obsessively looking at the floor,as if he hoped it could open beneath him.

"It'd be nice to have someone think like that of you."

He finally turned his eyes to you,and that almost made you breathless . You'd never seen such emotion in Levi's eyes,and for a few seconds,it was as if he was speaking through them. He looked desperate to make you understand something,and at the same time desperate to make sure you didn't understand. There was sadness in them,longing,and many other things. But,as quickly as it appeared,the look in his eyes disappeared.

"Come.We still have work to do."

And,while he gently posed your hand on his arm,you both went back to playing Mr and Mrs Ackerman ,not noticing how the affection,the sweets words you shared as part of your act came naturally to each of you.

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

I can be your mirror - Daniel Ricciardo smut!

You feel insecure when you see his ex's instagram and Daniel decides to show you why you don't need to be

Warnings: smut! unprotected sex, low self esteem, etc

You were just chilling in the hotel bed, scrolling through your phone while Daniel finished taking a shower. It was Thursday night in Hungary, and media day was relatively calm (all eyes were still on Max and Lewis, after the whole Silverstone incident).

Your relationship was still new, you guys had just went public a couple months ago, and you liked that you were still discovering things about each other everyday, like how he prefers his eggs in the morning or that small scar under your chin he just noticed yesterday. Yet, some things weren't as fun to find out, like what his exes looked like.

A few fan accounts had started following you, including some F1 WAGs accounts, and you followed some of them back - you wanted to the updated, after all (or at least that's what you told yourself). The thing is, comparisons were inevitable to you - no matter how much you tried to be reasonable, low self esteem was always an issue to you. When a WAGs account posted about Daniel's ex hanging around in the paddock today and how cute her outfit was, you quickly found yourself clicking on the tag and stalking her ig. Perfect. Fucking perfect. You just have to set your own heartbreak up, don’t you? If at least you could let life do that, but no, you had to go and fall for the guy with the instagram models as his exes. You smiled ironically to yourself.

"Did you see Max shutting down that reporter on the press conference today?" Daniel said walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his torso and another drying his hair. You quickly locked your phone and looked up, startled like a kid caught with their hands on the cookie jar.

"Hum?" you asked him.

“What were you looking at?” he grinned you, throwing himself on the bed and sitting by your side.

“Nothing” you answered quickly, looking away.

“Don’t be like that. Tell me” he asked again, nudging you with his head.

“It’s nothing Dan, just silly old instagram”

“You wanna know one of the things I love most about you?” He asked before continuing. “You don’t really have filters. And even when you try to hide what you’re thinking, your face and body gives you away” He said. “That’s why you’re so perfect, you’re genuine” he touched your nose with his. “Let’s be honest with each other. Tell me what’s going on in there” Then he tried to lighten the mood saying "Can't be shirtless pictures of me that got you smirking, cause here I am in the flesh for you" you rolled your eyes but smiled at him.

“I’m laughing at myself” You said and he just looked at you, waiting for you to continue. “I’m setting myself up for heartbreak, more and more, and it’s just like me”

“What you’re talking about?”

“Please don’t say it’s stupid” you said before continuing. “You’re like, a rock star… fast cars, VIP, supermodels… these stuff are routine for you, you have the most interesting life. And you could have any girl. And your exes are like movie stars, fucking supermodels, and I'm not sure how much longer till you realize that and just, you know” you said gesturing to yourself and waving your fingers in front of your throat like who says 'abort mission'.

"I should know better, I really should and this might be nothing, but the deeper we get in this, the harder it's to wrap my own head around it and it’s so stupid, but how can anyone compete with that?” You weren’t making any sense, you knew and he was looking at you with his eyebrows raised and lips pressed, like he was holding a smile. “I’m rambling, forget I said anything it's so stupid” You said hiding your face behind your hand.

“I thought you said it wasn’t stupid” He said opening up a smirk and you opened your fingers to look at him. He pulled your hand down. “But you’re right, it is fucking stupid, because there’s no competing with you. I don’t care if I have to repeat that a thousand times for you to believe me, I mean…you had to have a flaw, huh?” You turned your head to the side. “This insecurity of yours, that you’re not good enough, it’s just the most crazy thing ever. Because I feel exactly the same. I’m the one that’s not good enough for you. You’re so smart, and good and you actually do good in the world. I’m just the lucky bastard that got picked to drive in circles around the world”

“You know that’s bullshit” You said.

“I’m serious. This whole stuff, fame, whatever… doesn’t mean anything. It’s just not real. I’m glad I realized that when I did” you were watching him intently. “Racing, challenging myself, working with the team, you... what we have, those are the stuff that are real to me, what really matters".

"Okay" you nodded agreeing.

"If you must to know, the reason why I didn’t work out with anybody else, it’s because we were never more than fuck buddies. Those girls are great fun, but they're more worried about showing than being, you know? And I’m not really interested in talking about them because it doesn’t mean anything, but I’ll tell you anything you ask me” You were dying to ask him more, to know every little details and to learn from their mistakes, but you knew you’d become obsessed with comparing yourself to them and didn’t he just tell you he wasn’t interest in anything about it?

“Sorry” you said quietly.

“What for?”

“Being a nag. Killing the mood” he smiled.

“Don’t-” “you-” “dare-” He kissed your face in between every word. “apologizing-” “for-” “your-” “feelings” he pulled away and looked at you. “Specially not to me. I meant it, let’s be honest, huh?” you nodded smiling back at him. “And if I’m ever a dick, please tell me before screw things up. This is not nothing, okay?”

“Okay”

“And I’m flattered you think I could have any girl” he said grinning. “I mean, I AM pretty hot, but-”

“Shut up. You know I’m right”

“Maybe any girl who cares about that stuff, and my amazing six pack” he says laughing and kissing you.

“And hard butts” you replied laughing and reaching to squeeze his, playfully.

“And hard butts” he agreed, rolling so he was on top of you.

“Those girls are usually the hottest”

“Do you honestly don’t have a mirror at home?” he said pulling away slightly from you. “It’s okay baby” he said in your ear, lifting your shirt over your head, then nibbling at your earlobe, making you moan. “I can be your mirror” he said in a low voice, taking your hands over your head and pinning them with his own.

Then he used his knees to push your legs apart. You were following his face, trying to kiss his mouth but he was holding you down, his lips barely touching your skin now, him hovering over your neck, your collarbone, your exposed breasts. You were squirming now, trying to get some release. He just wouldn’t let you have any yet.

“You have the most amazing skin” he begin saying. “So soft” he looked up to you, you had your eyes closed now. “The most amazing boobs. Fucking perfect tits, so round��� and these perking nipples, so hard when you’re turned on” his lips touched your breasts lightly, barely.

“Your hair always smells so good, it’s the perfect frame for your perfect face” He went up again and kissed your lips, biting them lightly and dragging them out. “I love your lips, I love how plumped they are. I’m kind of jealous actually” he chuckled and you opened your eyes rolling them. “And those eyes. Fuck, I know it’s the first thing anyone notices about you, isn’t it? Are you sick of it by now? So big and green. I love seeing them rolling back when you come” he brought one hand down, pulling your pijama pants down and holding both of your hands up with only one of his. “I’m getting there in a minute” he said grabbing your pussy. “I just want to tell you about your ass first” he said sliding his hand through your hips until he reached your ass, grabbing it then releasing to give it a slap. You let out a yelp. “You in the mood for a little rough love?” he slapped you again and you smiled through your moan, this is so hot. And the best part of it was that no one else knew this side of his, just you. It's petty yeah, but you decided to indulge yourself in that thought.

“I love your ass, I swear I was trying to be respectful today, but you were such a tease, on those little shorts, made me hard as soon as you walked in the paddock” he went down to suck your left boob in his mouth and you were so sensitive you couldn’t help but moan, loudly. “Yeah baby, let me hear you. Let everyone hear you” He said releasing your boob and nibbling at it. “I saw how the guys were staring at your ass today. Fuckers, couldn’t help themselves. Let them stare…as long as they know who you belong to” he said leaning down to suck on your other boob. “Tell me who you belong to” his voice was so low.

“Uh…you” You were a moaning mess.

“Huh?”

“You, Daniel! I’m yours”

“That’s right”

“Please” you begged.

“What is it? What you what baby?” he whispered against your skin.

“Touch me, please”

“But I am touching you baby” he said and you heard the smirk in his voice. “Oh, I see what you mean… you want me to touch your pussy?”

“Yeah” you nodded. At the same time this was torture, it felt so, so good.

“This fucking perfect cunt of yours” he said sliding two fingers through your lips and opening them to spread you to him, you were soaking wet and pulsating, clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at this” He said almost to himself, licking his lips. Then he slid his fingers in, curling them up, making a ‘come here’ motion. He dipped his head down, kissing the inside of your leg, then right over your clit, taking it in between his lips and sucking. You moaned loudly. “Oh sorry baby… you wanted it rough, huh?” he sucked your clit harder, then bit on it lightly. You could scream at how much pleasure he was giving you.

“Fuck! Oh my god Dan” He started to tease you with another finger meanwhile.

“Think you can take another one?” his words sending vibrations against you and making you forget how to form words. “I know you can, you take me so well. Such a good girl for me” he inserted another finger and started to pump them in and out of you faster. “So fucking tight. Can’t wait to feel you around me. That’s my favorite place you know? Buried deep inside your cunt” that was it, you came, hard. Arching your back and hips, Daniel releasing your hands to push you down and hold you there while you came and he kept sucking and licking and biting your clit. You couldn’t take anymore, you pushed him away, pulling his hair.

“Can’t-” You tried to say. “Dan”

“Yes, you can. Come here” He said pulling away and lifting you, dragging you out of the bed and into the bathroom, the rest of your clothes and his towel getting lost in the way. He pushed you against the sink, pulling your face up, making you look at yourself on the mirror. He was pressing against you from behind, his cock leaking in between your legs. “I want you to see what I see” he said staring at you through the mirror. “Gonna fuck you so good, you don’t ever forget how fucking perfect you are” and with that he slammed inside you. “Fucking-” he had one hand on your hair and the other around you, between your folders, massaging your clit. “Fucking heaven, taking me so good”

“Ah Dan” You screamed. He started to fuck you hard and fast, pushing you against the sink. You lifted your head and looked at the mirror, it was the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. Daniel was dripping sweat, thrusting with perfect precision. His eyes were locked on yours and you knew he was as close as you. The thought of how deep the connection between you were at that moment made you clench again and he lost it, giving you one final thrust and a guttural groan. You came again, shaking more than ever, the feeling too much this time. “I can’t-” You tried to say again. “Too much-” Squeezing him over and over, so he pulled out, still spilling, making a mess over your legs and on the bathroom floor. He was still holding you though.

“I’m right here baby. Right here” He whispered on you ear from behind. You both were riding out your orgasms, rocking slightly, your body leaned on the sink, pressing your boobs against it, and he leaning over you, breathing hard.

After you both calmed down, you tried to move but his weight was too much. You let out a weak laugh and he moved. “Sorry” he said kissing your back. When you got up, you turned to him and kissed him lightly.

“You are-” You said against his lips “amazing”. And kissed him again, lovinly. “Thank you. You make me feel so good, Daniel. Let me take care of you now”

Daniel's POV

This woman is trying to kill me. “Baby I don’t think I have it in me-” “Not like that” she smiled. “I meant with a bath” she said gesturing to the bathtub.

“Yes, please” I said already opening the tap and letting the water run. She went back to the room and returned with a water bottle, taking a sip before passing it to me. I took it from her hand and almost finished it, before giving it back to her.

“Do they have any bubbles? Bath salts?” she asked.

“Hum…I don’t think so, baby” I answered looking around on the sink.

“That’s fine” she smiled, getting in the tub and motioning for me to sit in between her legs. Her hair was up in a knot, but some of it was clinging to her neck due to the sweat. She was so beautiful, I can’t believe she wants me.

“You don’t want me to stay behind you?” she shook her head smiling and I did as she asked, leaning on her. The tap was still running, filling the tub with hot water, while we two of us just soaked in there, relaxing. “This is nice,” I said while she ran her hands through my hair. When the tub was full enough, she turned off the water and applied some body wash on my skin, running her hand over my back and shoulders, it felt so good, so comfortable, like I didn’t have a worry in the world. Then I washed her legs around me, kissing her feet and calves and making her giggle. She kept massaging my shoulders. We stayed there for good while, half an hour? More or less? There’s nothing else in the world other than this bathroom anyway, so who cares?

“Can we stay here forever?” She asked me after a while, kissing behind my neck. I just hummed in response. “Actually, scratch that. I’m getting hungry. And thirsty”

“The limitations of the human body” I said jokingly but got out of the tub after a few minutes. If m’lady wants to eat, I’m getting her food. I dried myself, wrapping a towel around me and holding hers open for her to step out of the tub.

We went back to the room, she picked her clothes from the floor and put them away in her travel bag back inside the closet. I watched as she got a fresh pair of underwear and a clean bra, while I put on boxers and sweatpants. She wore some leggings that hugged her ass perfectly, what a view. I noticed her going through her bag, probably looking for a shirt but I just wanted her to wear some clothing of mine, so I took the hoodie I was going to wear and passed it to her. She smiled and accepted it, it looked oversized on her and covered her ass, but maybe that’s a good thing, I don’t need anyone thirsting over what’s mine, I don’t care how much of a prick that makes me sound.

"Do you wanna order or go out to eat?" I asked her.

"Let's just go downstairs, to the restaurant?"

"Yeah, that's fine" I say and peck her lips.

I put on a sweatshirt, and hold the door open for her. We walk out and the temperature was a bit colder out here in the hallway (or maybe it was just too hot inside the room), so I just take her hand and intertwine our fingers, passing my arms around her and holding her closer. I just love that I can do that whenever I want.

And I plan on doing that for the rest of my life.

[kusagrasskusa]

Hanzo Hisashi X Innocent! Reader

Thank you EzraPFoxglove01for requesting this adorable thing! I sorta changed a lot you asked for by making it go into depth, and it ended up being the longest story I've ever written lol. So I'm definitely gonna add a shorter, more cutesy version of this story soon.

Change her outfit all you wish; it doesn't have a big part in the story at all. Though due to where she lives, it sorta makes sense for traditional Japanese wear to be her attire. And this is the kimono I have in mind, but change whatever :D To be honest, it makes sense to change the look to be more suitable for fighting while still maintaining an innocent, feminine character.

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"Hay....ya!" A feminine voice yelled out as she kicked a large hole into a tree. She didn't really have an specific training area so she often kicked and punched holes into tough looking trees, which proven to be as affective as training dummies and whatnot. She pulled away from the tree with a large smile on her innocent features.

She held her arms up to her chest with clinched fists. "Alright! Just 113 more to go," she reminded herself as she prepared for another kick. Yet just before she kicked the tree, she heard rustling in the bushes surrounding her.

She paused and looked around her everywhere. The wind began to blow which made it hard to hear whoever or whatever move again as the wind blew the all the bushes. She made a pouty face and walked over to where she heard the noise the first time. She had a bag that wrapped around her colorful kimono that contained kunai knives, and she pulled one out just in case. To be honest, with her small, airhead, and pouty form, she was the least intimidating person most people could ever see. And her small, F/C kimono with cherry trees on it added onto it.

The wind slowed down for a second and in that time, rustling in the bushes was heard again, where it did last time. "Huh?" She hummed as she slowly and cautiously opened up the bushes. "W-Who's there!" She yelled nervously as she parted the bushes completely. "Ahhh!" She screamed as she stepped back, tripping on whatever she stepped on. A baby bunny jumped on top of her from the bushes, it's guinea pig looking face staring boldly at her. Fuck it was frightening for a bunny to withhold so much toughness and boldness.

She whined as she pulled the bunny of her, causing it to run away quickly. She stumbled to her feet, barely managing to maintain her own balance for a moment. She watched the bunny hop away into the forest as she calmed her nerves. Once it disappeared, she sighed and opened her bag to put away her knife. Yet the sound of a voice behind her caused her to throw it towards the voice with perfect aim and fast speed. Yet as she turned around, she saw her kunai knife had been frozen but it wasn't frozen quick enough to prevent the one and only Kuai Liang from behind cut a little.

"Good aim," the Sub Zero complimented in his deep and husky voice, a smirk on his face. He pulled the kunai from the ice prison it was it and tossed it towards Y/N. Y/N's innocent E/C eyes widened as she gasped.

"Liang!" She ran towards him to hug him– but no, we can't have that without her tripping halfway. "Oof!" She hit the ground hard and whined as she slowly stood back up. She had cut her face on a rock but that wasn't good enough for her to not want to hug him just as hard. So once she stood up, she lunged at him and hugged him so incredibly hard. "I missed you! How are you!"

Kuai chuckled as he softly wrapped his arms around her. "I see you haven't changed one bit, dear friend." It's true that the two of them are close friends; although they don't have any fundamental qualities in common, they managed to meet one day and their opposite personalities captured each other's interest. And so here they are, together after departed months back. Right after Sub Zero and others were free from Quan Chi, the two got close again and only had a couple weeks to get close again before Kuai had to leave. Finally, months later, they're together again!

"I've been just fine, L/N. How about yourself?" He asked as he pulled his arms down. As expected, Y/N didn't let go and continued to sway back and forth.

"Oh, I've been good! Sorta lonely, yeah but I met this one guy! He leads an entire clan that let me in!" Y/N sweet voice called out in reply, her eyes twinkling. "I don't see him often but we've been talking a lot more recently. He's really nice...like a big, strong, teddy bear, hehe," she giggled as her legs went limp. Kuai chuckled at her dramatic description and pat her head; pushing the person she's talking about to the back of his mind. She got back on her feet again and pulled away from him. "Sooooo...do you have any combat stories to share? An adventure?"

Kuai shook his head. "Unfortunately nothing to tell now, but soon," he spoke as he looked up at the bright blue sky. It was maybe 8 in the morning  at the time. Y/N held her arms in front of her as she swayed back and forth as her head tilted in confusion.

"Okay...Oh! There's flowers growing around here and I want you to see it. They're so pretty- and pink," She emphasized as she took Kuai's hand and pulled him to a nearby pond. The trees surrounding the pond were waves with red and pink flowers ground from them. It's hard to tell, but in the distant was a village. And jn that village was, drum roll please, Hanzo Hizashi himself. As the two friends spoke about the scenery, Hanzo had just gotten ready for a day of training.

As he stepped outside, he took a deep breath and examined the place surrounding him. The birds were singing, the soft winds brushing past the trees and plants, the warm sun and clear skies. The sound of children playing can be heard from the background. It was pure bliss really. Yet even so, he had an uneasy feeling wash over him. The feeling that there could possibly be an unwanted visitor.

Hanzo walked closed the door behind him and walked out. He took his time going from his home to a place a little outside of the village; a more personalized dojo. It contained dummies and targets designed for his spear and fire. The little dojo was little ways across a pond near the village so that's where he was headed.

"And that's why that's my favorite color," Y/N said as she finished her story. Kuai Liang, to be honest, wasn't paying attention to her at all and simply nodded. She smiled at his politeness to at least pretend to acknowledge what she's saying; Y/N knows she can get really immature sometimes and right now really isn't her best moment. "Eheh, so what do you want to do?"

Kuai looked over at her with a soft smile on his features. He really was such a peaceful man at heart. "I believe I saw a few rare ducks fly into the pond. Would you like to go see them?"

"You're not going anywhere."

Y/N sharply turned her head towards the pissed looking man walking towards the duo and gasped. She stood up, saying, "Kuai, this is the man that let me into his village! Hey Hanzo, this is Kuai‐"

"He already knows who I am," Kuai cut her off coldly and stood up. "Hanzo, I mean you no harm; had I known this was your territory, I would not have come." Hanzo pulled a sword from his back and held it up in a firey fists once he got close to them. Y/N stared idlely at them with growing anxiety. The two picked up on that quickly, making Kuai speak up again before Hanzo could. "The girl does not know of our rivalry. Don't punish her for my mistake, Hanzo‐"

"Do no speak to me like that. Leave at once!" Hanzo may be alive, but that doesn't mean he can't revert his voice back to his hellish Scorpion one. Kuai took a few steps back before turning around and disappearing. Hanzo and Y/N watched the whole way through in complete silence. Once Kuai was gone, they silence broke.

"I–"

"And you," Hanzo walked up to her and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. "Exactly what made you think bringing a guest without permission was anywhere near exceptable? You endanger every one of us at this village that way." Y/N could feel his fire-hot breath against her as he spoke. A shiver fell down her spine as looked him right in the eye. She didn't respond, but rather bow her head. Hanzo scoffed, flames igniting from his fist that began to burn her clothes, making her whimper beneath him. She felt the flames heating up her neck, which made her whimper more as the pain wasn't something she was exposed to often. "Part of me wants to kill you right now. You are very lucky to have caught me in a better light."

Hanzo let go of her, stepping away. Y/N bowed her full body lowly, hands to her knees. "I'm deeply sorry sir, I really am. I promise I will never bring another guest again. I knew not of Kuai and your's relationship and if I had known when I met him in the woods a little bit ago, I would have got him to leave. It was foolish of me to have not stayed in the village and possibly risks a bloody situation. For that, I am sorry." As Y/N finished, she heard nothing but the sound of a sword being put away.

"As long as this never happens again, L/N," he spoke coldly. "I forgive you. You may continue what you were doing before he arrived here."

"Thank you so much, sir!" Y/N called out happily as she stood up straight with a smile on her face. "I promise you won't regret it!" Hanzo remained quiet and simply glanced down instead. A more calm and positive feeling took over his previous anger quickly, leaving behind a little bit of confusion. Y/N took a few steps back over to where that tree she was kicking earlier was before Hanzo spoke up again.

"I apologize for being so harsh, as well. You said you met you here; was this planned?" He asked her as he his fists were undone. Y/N shook her head when she turned back towards him. Hanzo examined her face for a moment before sighing, then a smile grew on his face. "Very well. I appreciate your honesty. Actually, would you care to join me for tea later? As leader of this clan, it feels right for me to know all my people, whether they are a weary traveler or blood."

"Of course I would," she said softly. "What time?"

"Tomorrow at dawn."

"So be it." And with that, Hanzo began to walk towards his dojo and Y/N walked towards her special tree. The two of them had that tea on their minds as they practiced whatever it is they were practicing. How would it turn out? Would Y/N innocent immaturity get her in trouble? Would Hanzo appear too serious? Will they make up and gain trust? Maybe something else? We'll see in the next paragraph.

Time flies by quickly when you're having a good time, and for Hanzo, he was quite happy about the thought of getting to know Y/N more. And also to learn more of her relations with Kuai. As for Y/N, she was nervous as all hell since she knows she can be a handful sometimes. To be honest, a simple deep breath was able to calm her down and bring the adult side out of her. So here she was now, looking at herself in the mirror of her guest cabin and taking deep breaths to calm her nerves.

"You got this Y/N," she told herself as she took her final deep breath. The kimono she was wearing was different as it was longer and above the wrists, meaning she was unmarried. It still had a pretty design on it, with the colors overall being F/C, pink, yellow, and blue. The had her H/C hair up in a bun with two strands falling over her shoulders. She had a pin that kept her hair up with a beautiful flower attached to it. To contribute to her Japanese asthetic, she had a folded fan that was black with red cherry trees designs in it in her hand.

She smiled at herself in the mirror one more time before she turned to face the door. She slid open the door to the guest home and put on her shoes before walking outside. She closed the door and prepared to head off the selected location. On the other hand, Hanzo was sure to be formal as well.

He wore a montsuki, which is a formal black kimono worn over a white under-kimono and hakama, which are traditional Japanese trousers. It was common for samurais to wear this underneath their armor, so it suited him well. After all, he was both ninja and samurai; he kept his hair in a man manbun as well. He was very good at maintaining a formal way of speaking and acting, yet he knew Y/N isn't all that. Someone as free spirited and naive really isn't all that capable of it, in his mind.

He was sitting down in a chabudai; one of those short legged tables that have cushions to sit on your knees on rather than to sit on chairs. At the moment, in another room of his lonely home, was a kettle that was boiling water. Authoress is not a Japanese fanatic who knows Japanese and is basing these designs of real Samurai and Wife dolls by their bed, I swear. It was perhaps halfway done by the time he heard a voice call from the outside of the front door; "Hello, it's Y/N. May I come in?"

Hanzo smiled softly to himself as he stood up and walked over to the door, sliding it open. To say he was shocked to see the free spirited girl in such a good-mannered attire was an understatement. "You look lovely tonight," he stated as he looked Y/N head to toe. On Y/N's side, she noticeably blushed and gave him a sweet look.

"You look lovely as well, truly."

Hanzo raised a brow and stepped aside for Y/N to step inside. And rather than her normal fast walk with swaying arms side to side, she slowly walked in with her hands held together in front of her. "I haven't yet seen this side of you, Miss L/N. I am a proper kind of person so don't think I won't hold it against you if you act unmannerly," he teased as Y/N giggled to herself and took her shoes off at the front door.

"I thought that maybe I should act a bit more, I guess, fancy in order to match you. As long as you don't believe in the whole women are beneath us bigger men and shouldn't talk unless spoken to thing, then this shouldn't be too hard, hehehe," Y/N said as she was lead to the chabudai by Hanzo. She sat down on her knees on side and he on the other.

"Of course I would not act on such a thing. We are all human with equal rights," Hanzo replied as he sat his hands in his lap. His looked down at Y/N'a hands, which were on the table, before shooting her a look that told her that she was doing something wrong. Y/N hummed in confusion before gasping lightly. She put her hands in her lap and smiled innocently, creating a chuckle from Hanzo.

Come to think of it, the hone hasn't yet been described. It's easy to imagine the paper and wood that made up the walls and doors, and the warm light that shun over the two people. The carvings on the wood above them and around them, the large pot with a bonsai in it in the corner of the room. The little wooden seats with drawers distilled in them built into the walls of the home. The wooden tables with traditional statues and little plants in pots across the home. The sword holder near the front door, the mats across the floor to give the unique taste. In the kitchen had built in furnaces where people would burn a fire in the wholes on the bottom and put cooking appliances and kyūsus on top of it. If you don't want to imagine that, here's something help.

"Have you ever studied Japanese arts? Surely you must have had some experience in a place like this, or perhaps a friend to lecture you on what to do," Hanzo explained his thought process as he looked interestingly at the smaller girl.

"Actually, I had Kuai teach me a lot about Chinese culture. But when I met a swordsman named Kenshi, I learned more of Japanese tradition. I may not be the best, but I tried to use my knowledge of both cultures to act as good as possible! Um, I mean," she paused as her face lit up red. "To act as good as possible." She but the inside of her lip nervously as she grew more and more embarrassed of her voice level as she spoke. Hanzo chuckled.

"I'm glad I invited you here. You are very knowledgeable it seems. Plus quite entertaining," he complimented. The kyūsu began to steam loudly, meaning it was finished. Hanzo glanced over to the kitchen.

"Heh, I wouldn't say knowledgeable," Y/N replied, "but thank you." Hanzo stood up, nodding his head towards her as he walked put of the room.

"I apologize but the tea must be attended to. I will be back in a few moments," Hanzo explained before he disappeared behind a wall. Y/N nodded in understandment and began to fight with her hair, kimono ends, fingers, and whatever else she could once he walked out. When Hanzo walked into the kitchen, he felt heat rise to his face. He leaned onto a little table with his hand on it to keep his steady and his other hand over his chest. Oh kami, he thought, she gets cuter each time I see her. Whether she's trying to be like me but failing miserably or being her bubbly self does not matter; she is perfect.

He did his best to calm his nerves before grabbing the kettle from the furnace and grabbing a kyūsu, an appliance for making tea, and slowly pouring hot water into it. He made a kind of sweet green tea, one that many foreigners don't know about, called Sencha. It has to be made with the coolest kind of hot water, basically, otherwise it will turn bitter. He made sure the watch it carefully for about half a minute before grabbing two cups and pouring the tea. He then picked up the two cups and headed back to the chabudai. Yet before he got to the room, he paused.

A feminine voice sung a soft song as she waited for Hanzo to return. Hanzo felt his cheeks heat up again and his chest felt warm. He could recall this feeling but from where he first felt it is unknown to him. The ready may be able to assume that he was thinking of his first love, his wife, and how he felt when he fell in love with her. But that idea hadn't even crossed his mind as he felt there was no way he could ever feel such an extreme emotion towards anyone else. And marriage isn't even a question since she isn't from the clan. He took a deep breath before walking back into the room.

Y/N stopped singing and she smiled widely as she saw him. "Hey Hanzo! Or, um, sorry, haha. The tea smells very nice," she complimented as she gripped the sides of the cup with her little fingers. Yeah, there was definitely a way he could feel such an extreme emotions towards anyone else. Hanzo sat down on his knees on the other side of her, mumbling a quick thank you to Y/N and a thank you to the Gods' gift of tonight. And in his mind, a thank you for what to him felt like a gift from the Gods' to end his grief from his early wife.

"Mm! This is really good!" Y/N gasped after tasting it. "This is the best tea I've ever had!" Her eyes were wide in awe and her expression showing her impressment. Hanzo chuckled at her adorable reaction as he took a sip of his wom drink. It's been maybe 8 minutes since Y/N got there and she already forgot to remain all traditional and civil. It was adorable to him; she was so precious really.

And throughout the night, the two of them talked and laughed and jokes and got close. They remained at the chabudai most of the night, aside from when Y/N asked for a tour. She adored the bonsais, scenery that can be seen from outside the window, paintings around the home, and everything. She was so naive but to Hanzo, that wasn't particularly a bad thing. It made her all the more fun to be around. And because of how great of a night they were having, they even agreed to meet up the next day.

"Excuse me, Miss Y/N," Hanzo said as he stood up from the chabudai. "I will be back in one moment. Please help yourself to more tea if you'd like."

"I will," Y/N responded sweetly. Oh, on a side note, Y/N completely forgot about the traditional thing completely so don't expect her to stay put in the few minutes Hanzo was gone. Actually, by the time Hanzo came back, Y/N had her head in her arms on the table her body slowly rising and falling with the rhythm of her breaths. Hanzo couldn't help but find himself smiling down at her. He got that warm feeling in his chest again though it was different this time. It wasn't as unfamiliar as before. He knew what it was; it was love slowly blossoming.

He sighed softly before picking up the sleeping girl's tired form and carrying her against his chest. She shifted a little bit in his grasp and ended up being hudled against him more, making that warn feeling in Hanzo's chest grow more. Such a sweet, innocent creature. He slid open his door and brought her back to her guest home, where he laid her in bed and brought her hair down from its updo in order for it to not be as bad of a mess tomorrow. He kissed her forehead and then left to sleep in his own bed until the next morning.

The next day was the same as the previous. And then the day after that, and the day after that day, and so forth. But one day was a particularly cold day and a cold blanket of snow began to cover the land. Y/N was at Hanzo's place, watching the snow fall through an open window with her E/C eyes wide in amazement at the beauty. Hanzo was standing behind her with two cups of tea in his hand.

"Would you care for a drink?" He asked, making Y/N turn around.

"Thank you, Hanzo!" She said as she took the drink from him and took a big sip. It tasted sweet, as it was the tea she had when she came over for the first time. "Say, I sorta wish we could have gone outside today. I noticed that you like to fight in that place by the pond a lot; which is really great to watch! You're so strong, hehe. But you've never actually seen me fight before," she explained right before she took a sip of tea. "Y'know, I'm painfully aware that people view me as an immature, innocent, naive girl who isn't the most aware of her surroundings. But I think you'll be impressed to see what I can do," she said confidently as she hummed.

Hanzo took a sip from his tea and nodded. "Perhaps. When it gets warmer out, I'd love to watch what you can do," he replied with an extra caring tone with his voice. He caught onto his tone quickly and blushed a little bit. "But there is something we can do outside," he started.

"What is it?" Y/N asked, standing up.

"Well, there's a hotspring nearby. We can swim in there if you'd like. However be sure to dress in something not too revealing if you would like to."

"There is? I'd love to!" She exclaimed as she bounced up and down. "I'll dmgi get dressed now," she eagered on as she put her shoes back on before leaving. Hanzo grabbed her up of tea and brought it to the kitchen. It's a shape it would go to waste, but he can always make more. He returned to his bedroom to grab something to put on while swimming but please, just imagine what he'd wear to swim. Traditional swimwear is too nasty to be used in this book, but swimming trunks are too modern. As for Y/N, considering she never had a particular home or culture, it made sense for her to just wear a full body suit she could have gotten from anywhere in Earthrealm.

Of course, the both of them were sure to bathe before hopping into the hot spring. Well, Hanzo slowly got in whereas Y/N jumped in without any care. It was warm, shocker there.

"Ahh...Thank the Elder Gods for getting me here before I froze to death," Y/N shuddered as chills ran up her spine. Though those chills were disappearing as the warmth of the hot spring washer over her soon enough. Hanzo rested his body against the large rocks around the hot spring and found a seat-like area. Y/N swam around happily and sung to herself.

Oh, one thing worth mentioning for the sake of the next paragraph is that Y/N had a necklace around her neck. Hanzo had never noticed it before as it was always under her kimono or shirt. However that necklace had a great significance go it; she was told that with that necklace, she would be able to find her parents who seemed to have lost her at birth. That necklace was the only thing that remained of them and hopefully destiny was kind enough to help her find her parents.

"Kyaa–" shrieked as a splashing sound was heard. Hanzo stopped daydreaming and looked over at Y/N, who's hair covered he face and arm frantically tried to keep her body floating. She quickly pushed her hair out of her face and whined over and over again worried. Hanzo instinctively swam over there as fast as possible, grabbing ahold of her gently yet sturdy. "Where is it!" She cried out, feeling her body and looking around the waters.

"Where is what?" Hanzo asked in his husky voice that was now in a confused tone.

"My necklace! I can't find my necklace!" She replied worriedly, tears swelling in her eyes. Hanzo looked at the tears forming and felt his whole body shiver woman's his heart drop. "I can't see it anywhere!" Hanzo began to swim towards the rock formation he was against earlier, making Y/N cry out, "wait!"

"Y/N," Hanzo sternly spoke. "I will find your necklace and return it. Worry not, please, dear friend," he reassured, taking her hand in his. She shook nervously and wiped her tears. Slowly, she nodded which told Hanzo he could swim away now. And so he did; he headed towards the stop where she cried out and with one deep breath, he went underwater. He had to hold his nose for warm waters were very dangerous to go under as dangerous fungi grow in hot waters. Yet even so, he swam to the bottom of the hot spring using one hand to stir around to look for the necklace.

Y/N waited on the rocks, sniffing and whimpering. She hasn't told Hanzo the origin of the necklace, but he could tell it was important to her. When she was little, she was handed the necklace and was told it would help her find her missing mother as long as she stayed pure. What that means is that Y/N had to remain free from murder, theft, and other ways of sin. Not only that, but she could not ever preform certain adult actions as then she would never find her parents (I say that because Y/N never had a parent figure to teach her what nono stuff is), which is her number one goal in life. She grew up going from city to city, state to state, country to country, and even had been in Outworld before. She grew up with so many cultures and had never found someone that was like her in any way. It felt like she didn't have an identity as she had nothing to trace her orgins to.

Splash! Hanzo took a deep breath of air as he finally reached the surface again, with a silver necklace with a S/F/C gem inside it that's carved to show an unknown design. "Is this your necklace?" He asked as he held it up. Y/N gasped, lunging back into the water and swimming towards Hanzo. Once she got up to him, she wrapped her arms around his muscular figure and cried.

"You found it! Thank you so much!" She cried out happily, pressing her body against him. Hanzo blushed at the sudden affection and slipped the necklace back onto her. He adjusted the back of of it so it wouldn't fall off her so easily again. "I love Hanzo... You're the best friend I've ever had... I really mean it," she whimpered out. Hanzo began to swim towards the rock formation again and once he did, Y/N let go of him.

"I appreciate it, Y/N. I love you as well, you're the closest friend I've ever had," he said back to her with a warm smile on his features. Y/N smiled back at him before examining her unharmed necklace.

"Hmm... Ever since I could remember, I would move from every country in the world to another. I've been to Paris, Beijing, New York, London, Los Angeles, a few different places in Mexico and Colombia, Holland, Tokyo, Osaka, and many more. I was carried from place to place by various of adoptive mothers, and each of them left a bit of their culture and identity with me by the time I left.

"But I had one that was a fortune teller and psychic. She was incapable kf having kids and didn't want to go through the trouble of raising one, so she took me, an 11 year old girl. She gasped when she saw me and took me in immediately. Before I left her, she gave me this necklace. "Y/N," she said, "you have the potential to see your real parents again. Train, grow stronger, read, grow smarter, listen, grow wiser. Stray away from the evil in the world and remain pure from your soul to your body. This is how you'll find your mother.""

Y/N paused and looked up at the larger male. He seemed intrigued with her story and made sure to listen carefully to her every word. So she continued, "as I grew older and began to travel on my own, I thought of her words every single hour of every day. I had no reason to live as I ever did was travel and meet new people, only to leave and never see them again. Just knowing who I really was became my only reason for existing. To this day, I bet the relief of meeting my real mom will feel like being deaf and hearing music, or being blind and seeing color, or being able to walk again after being paralyzed. But now," she paused.

Y/N smiled and looked up at Hanzo. "It's strange to feel so in place, so correct. I-I know I never felt this way about any place before! But I really think that as long as you're around, my chances of meeting my mom are good! Just being with you gives me hope for the next day, truly. It's like being with you is my reason to exist."

Hanzo closed his eyes and smiled back at her. He wrapped his arms around and embraced her warmly, his head being filled with nothing but pure bliss. Y/N hugged back tightly, feeling just as happy as he is right now.

And just as soon as it came, the day was over and the two had to return home and sleep. But this particular night, their dreams were better than usual. And two days later, the snow had cleared up and the ground was dry! That meant Y/N could go train today! Unfortunately, with her absent-mindedness, she forgot she wanted Hanzo to watch her so she remained in private as she kicked thicc ass trees down in two strong kicks and crushed stones into bits by simply punching it once.

"Hai...ya!" She called out as she forcefully brought her first to a stone celler that was abandoned randomly in the woods. But hey, no one was using it, so who's gonna cry about it being broken? The impact of her punch brought a giant circular impact onto the wall, and bits and pieces of it fell down. "Hehehe! 22 more to go!" She thought out loud as she pulled her fist back again. She wasn't alone in these woods, no, as there was a particular ninja/samurai person thing, idk, watching from the nearby bush. Not to be creepy of course! He was on his way to his dojo but heard noises, and discovered it was her after checking it out.

And d a m n. If Y/N saw his shocked face the first time he saw her punch the wall with that much force and endurance, she would laugh and tease him about it for a long time. He didn't expect her to be so quick in her movements and to cause such force. Like, a short little bebe in a pink, cutesy kimono with cherry blossoms being able to cause a fucking massacre to the wall? How could you blame him?

"Hmm... that reminds me!" Y/N exclaimed as she spun around to look at Hanzo. "I told you that you should watch me train! Is that what you were doing?"

Hanzo blushed heavily and was unfortunately incapable of hiding it in the direct daylight. "Indeed, Y/N. This is truly a wonderful sight to see," he replied as he looked away for a moment. Y/N gasped and ran towards him. He took a few steps back when he noticed how close she gotten, which caused him to get a little bit more flustered.

"You're sick? You're face is all red, Y/N whined as she pulled Hanzo closer. "You should be inside, mister, getting better! Not out here watching me fight when it's colder out here! Let's go bring you inside," he said as she grabbed his muscular arm and held it close. She turned towards the village of the Shirai Ryu and began walking towards it, pulling Hanzo along. How bold.

Hanzo but his bottom lightly and remained as flustered as before. "There really is no need, Y/N," he replied back.

"You're being quite irresponsible for a ninja, y'know," Y/N replied as she continued to walk him home. Hanzo sighed and just let her pull him along. He knew she would question him if he told her he wasn't sick so he choose into except it.

"Thank you for your concern," he replied lowly. Y/N giggled proudly and nodded.

"The best for you!" They arrived to the pathways of the village and began their walk. There was a few pedestrians walking by, including a dad and daughter and a separate woman. "I'll make you some tea and you can go to bed, okay?" Hanzo nodded, smirking to himself about how funny the situation really is.

"How caring," Hanzo spoke as they arrived at his home. The got inside and took their shoes off at the front door.

"Of course," she replied before heading towards the kitchen to make tea. Hanzo wasn't sick but he's been tired lately and what's wrong with sleeping in for one day? When he got the tea, it no doubt tasted way too bitter as Y/N doesn't really know what she's doing to be honest. But hey, it's the thought that counts.

Hanzo lied in bed, with an empty cup by his side and an small girl on the other. She sat on the bed, talking to him quietly about a bunch of random things until she said something strange. "To be honest, I know this is weird, but it almost feels like we're married sometimes. I mean, we're together all the time and have a very close friendship. You let me drag you in here and give you bitter tea even though you didn't want to. That's really nice, hehe," she giggled as she looked over at Hanzo. Her eyes shun something different from simply joy this time. Instead, it showed rather care. And potentially something more.

Hanzo felt a shiver go down his spine as he looked deep into Y/N's eyes. Emhe had to examine them to ensure that he wasn't just crazy or actually sick, but no, it looked like she really did care about him more than a friend. After all these months, it was officially, wasn't it? It was mutual. Hanzo smiled as he sat up on the bed. Y/N's cheeks lit up a little bit as he stared down at her with that look.

"Sometimes it really does feel like that, does it not? I can see as a good pair to be truthful. What about you?" Hanzo asked softly. Y/N cheeks flushed pink and her expression softened.

"I agree, definitely. I mean, how can I not, heh heh. You've been there from the very beginning and I've always seen you as this big, strong teddy bear of sorta. So sweet, so nice, so caring," she replied. Hanzo leaned in, making Y/N want to lean in too. And slowly, the pair came together and finally...they kissed. It was soft, tender, and it felt like it was meant to happen. Y/N's face turned red and Hanzo's tense emotions he felt disappeared immediately.

Heh, you know what? To be honest, they lady next door was known to be crazy about losing her baby girl a very long time ago. They had matching necklaces that were bought from a village far away from their's years ago when the Shirai Ryu was attacked by Quan Chi's forces. She escaped and went into hiding, and then found a man to marry to. Her child was named Y/N L/N, and whether she's not fully Japanese or fully related into the Japanese clan, she is blood and therefore she is capable of being the love of Hanzo Hisashi. Maybe the two of them will meet some day, huh?

[honyakuninakunaru]

Moonlit Night's Greeting // Mithra SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

(Sunny Forest)

Akira: "Hello, Lennox. Are you training in the forest today?"

Lennox: "Yes, and I was just taking a break. Cain and Shino were here a moment ago, but they said they were hungry and went back to the manor to bring something to eat. What about you, Master Sage? Are you on a walk?"

Akira: "Yep. The weather's very nice, so I decided to come for a stroll. Also, there's something I'm curious about, but before that... Don't you think it smells a bit weird around here?"

Lennox: "Thought so..."

Akira: "Do you know anything about it? Like if someone's doing some sort of practice, for example..."

Lennox: "No, it's probably... Would you come with me for a moment, Master Sage?"

Lennox guides us into the depths of the forest, and what awaited us there was...

(Leaves rustling)

Mithra: "Hello there."

Akira: "Mithra!"

(Bubbling)

We saw Mithra dispersing a suspicious smoke. In front of him hung a large kettle on an open fire, a poisonous-looking vapour rising from it.

Akira: ("What in the world is that ominously coloured liquid...")

Lennox: "So it was you. I thought so since I happened to see you go into the forest a while back."

Akira: "Umm, Mithra, what are you doing so deep in the forest...?"

Mithra: "I was cooking."

Akira and Lennox: "Cooking...?"

(Cracking and bubbling)

Mithra tosses a single scorched bone into the pot, completely ignoring our shock.

Mithra: "Yes. I'm running low on magic sauce, you see."

Akira: ("Ah, he means the yakiniku-like sauce he let me taste that one time.")

Mithra: "I made it in the kitchen the first time, but the twins were annoying about it."

Akira: "Yeah, if this smoke spread across the manor, it could cause a bit of a commotion..."

Lennox: "Still, is it alright to cook things that aren't proper ingredients altogether like this?"

Mithra: "How rude. These are all high-class ingredients I'll have you know. A rainbow lizard's tail in a dried monkey's paw, and that deteriorating thing is the intestines of a monster. As well as this blue bat which is quite rare."

Akira: "I-Is that so... Are these bones an ingredient as well?"

Mithra: "I'm roasting them for stock. They'll taste good if you boil them after being seared."

(Snap)

Akira: "Ah, cracks appeared on them..."

Mithra: "How interesting... Master Sage, I suggest you watch your step today."

Akira: "What?"

CHAPTER 2

Mithra: "Bone fortune-telling. I can read the future by roasting bones of beasts and examining the shapes of the fractures. When it cracks this way, it means that your fortune has gone down. <Arthim>"

(Crumbling)

Akira: "Wha?!"

The moment Mithra chanted his spell, a hole that seemed to lead into the abyss opened near my feet.

Akira: "WAAAAA!?"

Lennox: "Master Sage!"

Lennox instantly reached out for me. Cradled in his strong arms, I somehow avoided falling into the pit.

Akira: "T-Thank you..."

Lennox: "Don't mention it. I'm glad you're safe."

Mithra: "See, my prediction was correct."

Akira: "More like you forced it to be..."

(Crack)

Mithra: "Another one appeared. It seems like Lennox will have extraordinary revenue. Here, have this dried frog."

Lennox: "Thanks... Saying that sure sounds nice, but can you really call it fortune-telling?"

Mithra: "But of course, as there's no way my predictions would ever miss."

(Snap)

Mithra: "Ah, this one is for you, Master Sage. ..... Oh my..."

Akira: "A-Are the results that bad?!"

Mithra: "No, they're not. Something good will happen shall you go out at night. An unexpected person will... .....Goodness gracious, how troublesome."

Akira: "Eh?"

(Rustling)

Cain: "Ah, there you are! We were looking for you, Lennox. Ah, are Mithra and Master Sage with you as well?"

Lennox: "You two are back."

Shino: "Yeah. What do you have here? It smells good."

Upon saying that, I looked over to the kettle; its suspicious-looking contents from a while ago had completely changed into a normal sauce.

Mithra: "It's done."

Shino: "Did you make this?"

Cain: "That's pretty awesome! Not only are you strong, but you can also cook! You can really do anything huh, Mithra?"

Mithra: "Well, I suppose you're right. Unlike a certain absent-minded man who only has his long hair to him."

Akira: ("Does he mean Oz...")

Shino: "That looks tasty. Let us have some too."

Akira and Lennox: "Eh!?"

Shino: "What?"

Cain: " 's there a problem?"

Lennox: "Not exactly..."

Akira: ("After seeing those poisonous-looking ingredients and the cooking process...")

Mithra: "I guess, but only a little bit."

Shino: "Hell yeah!"

Cain: "Then I'll dig right in!"

Akira and Lennox: "....."

CHAPTER 3

That night, after returning to my room, I was writing down what had happened in the Sage's manual.

Akira: "Mithra's yakiniku sauce was very popular... (Shino and Cain were praising it so much that Lennox got caught up and gave it a taste as well. He was quite surprised at how delicious it was... We also shared the food Shino and Cain had brought, and we ended up having something like a picnic. It was tons of fun!)"

As my lips softened upon recalling this day, there was a knock on the window.

(Knock)

Akira: "Ah, who could that be?"

The one outside must be a wizard of the manor. Despite knowing that, I gasped as I opened the curtain.

(Curtain pulling)

Mithra: "Master Sage."

It was Mithra in his anniversary outfit, sitting on a broom and holding out his hand to me.

(Window opening)

Akira: "M-Mithra? What's with the get-up?"

Mithra: "Excuse me? Surely, you don't mean to tell me you've forgotten about the divination I gave you?"

Akira: "Divination? Ah. Do you perhaps mean...the good thing that will happen to me if I went out at night?"

Mithra: "Yes. It foretold that an unexpected person would escort you."

Akira: "You didn't mention that last bit..."

Mithra: "Since I had no idea what this 'escort' thing was, I asked Lennox, and he told me that first, I should get dressed for the occasion."

Akira: "He did?"

(Rustle)

Nodding, he presented to me the thing he was holding under his arm. It was a soft pillow that seemed very comfortable to sleep on.

Mithra: "It's a token of gratitude for the extra revenue and the sauce. It appears to be made using his sheeps' wool. I might get somnolent while with you, so I brought it along."

Akira: "Ahaha, thoroughly prepared, aren't you."

Mithra: "Come on, let's get going."

(Tug)

Mithra grabbed me roughly, seating me behind on the broom, and immediately began to rise us up.

(Whoosh)

Akira: "Wah! That was q-quite dangerous... Where exactly are we going, Mithra?"

Mithra: "I haven't decided on a particular destination, but I could Arthim us as is and crash into Oz's castle. It's currently nighttime, and if I were to take you as a hostage, it wouldn't be that easy for that man to fight back."

Akira: "I-If possible, I'd prefer somewhere peaceful and close-by..."

There was a light chuckle. Mithra was facing forward, so I couldn't tell if it was a sneer or he had let it out unintentionally, but it didn't feel like anything malicious.

Akira: "..... By the way, what's the good thing that's supposed to happen tonight?"

Mithra: "Well, wouldn't that be the fact that you went out with me?"

The All-Purpose Sauce's Match // Card Episode Story

(Dining room)

Akira: "Ah, it's the yakiniku sauce."

Mithra: "Pardon?"

Akira: "S-Sorry, my mistake. The thing you're carrying in that jar is the magic sauce, isn't it?"

Mithra: "Yes. I got myself some meat, so I thought I'd pour it on and eat it since this makes anything taste delicious."

Akira: "Yep, and it goes best with meat! Are there any ingredients that you often marinate in it, Mithra?"

Mithra: "More or less. It's good with snakes, bats, and frogs."

Akira: ("Even with the taste of the yakiniku sauce, those are pretty bold ingredients...")

Mithra: "Right. Why don't I give you some of the meat? Since you said my magic sauce is best served with it."

Akira: "..... Speaking of, where did you get that meat?"

Mithra: "I captured it in the North. Though as you can see, it's still quite bloody..."

Akira: "Ah, I just remembered I have a very urgent task I have to attend to! I'm very sorry, Mithra, we'll eat another time!"

[emmettspeakz]

Promppt: Reki and Langa wear skirts and dresses and skateboard cuz they're cute

Hi so I loved the idea of them messing around while wearing skirts and skateboarding so I just did skirts. I hope that’s okay. I had to think of a reason they’d wear the skirts, so this took me a bit. It was definitely cherry’s idea for them to wear them.

I haven’t written a fanfic in a while and this was my first attempt at writing for Langa and Reki, so it might be a bit off/ooc, so I’m sorry about that but I did my best. And of course it had to be gay cuz I mean c’mon. Hope you enjoy <3

“So what are we doing again?” Reki asked as Cherry passed him an article of clothing.

“It’s a form of therapy really,” Cherry said, ignoring the look that Reki gave the skirt, eyeing the piece of clothing in the pink-haired man’s hand like it were a bag of dog poop.

“What, you don’t put on a skirt to feel good about yourself?” Cherry inquired, tossing his hair back.

Reki flashed him an indignant look.

“No, in fact, no I don’t.”

Langa wrapped an arm around Reki’s neck.

“Oh c’mon, it’s a festival thing.” He said, giving Reki a smile.

Reki lowered his head to hide his blush. Since when did Langa look so cute when he smiled? Uncool.

“I’ll even put mine on first,” langa continued, popping into a dressing room.

“It too girly for you or something?” Joe teased Reki, who crossed his arms defensively over his chest.

“No, I mean—“

Cherry gave Reki a stern look.

“Real men wear skirts, kid.” He said, without missing a beat. “Are you gonna support me here or not?”

Reki frowned but snatched the skirt from Cherry’s hand all the same.

“Fine,” He told Cherry. “For my friends.”

The skirt in his hands was long and flowy and almost outrageously bright yellow that matched the sweatshirt Reki was wearing in a way that complimented it, despite the intense brightness of the outfit ensemble.

Langa emerged from the dressing room first, his skirt a soft lavender color that complimented his hair color in such an adoring way that Cherry practically had heart eyes looking at him, as Reki stepped out to admire his friend’s outfit.

“That skirt really makes your eyes pop,” Cherry gushed, leaning over to feel the fabric. “I can’t believe I made it.”

“Looks good, doesn’t it Reki?” Langa asked, his hands on his hips. There Langa went, always asking for his approval. As if he needed to ask. Langa looked good in anything, but of course Reki wasn’t going to point that out to Cherry, especially since Cherry made such an effort to make the outfits for them. Though Reki couldn’t help but blush at Langa, his eyes staring at the flowy skirt.

“Y-yeah,” He stammered. “You look great.”

He turned to Cherry, hoping no one would acknowledge his red face.

“How are we going to skate in a skirt?” He asked. “Any sort of breeze is gonna—“

“Skirts make movements easier,” Cherry explained, placing his feet one by one on Carla. “You have more mobility than you would wearing jeans.” Cherry pointed out, smiling at Reki as he frowned back at him.

“Nice hula skirt Joe!” Langa remarked. “Matches your hair!”

“Matches the jungle you came from, gorilla,” Cherry muttered under his breath.

“I can hear you four eyes!” Joe retorted, getting in Cherry’s face. Cherry glared at Joe as he turned to the two younger boys.

“Let’s go try test them out.” He said, sliding his skateboard out of the back room of clothing store. Joe followed suit, both feet already on his own board.

“Wait for us!” Langa said, grabbing his own skateboard in one hand and dragging Reki along by his arm with the other.

“I don’t care how we do it, I just wanna skate!” Reki agreed, following after Cherry, Joe, and Langa.

The four of them rode along the neighborhood, along bridges and railways, the wind wizzing passed their skirts at angles that showed off Cherry’s lanky legs. Joe would hide his shameful blush with a cool, complicated trick or two, but it was obvious to anyone who paid any attention to him at all that he was smitten. Reki, still somewhat injured from his beef with Adam, was content with watching the other three do more complicated tricks, especially being a bit self-conscious with his body under the skirt. Langa did an impressive leap that rivaled the one at his first beef with Miya, and all Reki could do was gape at him, his skirt billowing out behind him like a sundress. He looked radiant. The other two kept showing off, Cherry playing with his skirt while he did a loop-de-loop with ease, and Joe sped up, his arms out behind him as he went full speed, his skirt flying behind him like a green cape.

The festival started around mid-afternoon and continued well into late evening, the crisp, cool air flowing up their skirts eventually freezing them enough to drive them back to a place where they could change back into pants.

“You warm enough Langa?” Reki asked him, trying to offer the blue-haired boy his sweatshirt as they stood outside of Joe’s restaurant, breathing in the cold, damp night air.

“I’m from Canada remember?” Langa laughed, draping the sweatshirt over reki’s shoulders politely. “I’m used to the cold.” Reki’s face flushed as he put his sweatshirt back on, glad his face was hidden for once. A silly mistake. Of course he knew Langa was from Canada and was used to the cold, but sometimes it felt like Langa had always been here in Japan, had always hung out with him, so sometimes it felt like the snowboarder Langa had been, existed in another life.

“Right...” Reki said, hand on the back of his neck. Langa smiled and held his hand out towards Reki.

“Want me to walk you home?” Langa asked. Reki felt his heart beat fast inside his chest. He smiled at Langa and intertwined his fingers with his. A bold move on his part with two grown men watching them, but neither of them let go.

“Aww, how cute!” Joe teased them before Cherry smacked him over the head with a rolled up magazine.

“They were having a moment, dummy!” Cherry said. Then he turned to the younger boys and said, “Thanks for coming out you two—I mean, shit! You know what I meant! You two have a good rest of your night.”

Dragging Joe along with him as he sheepishly intertwined his pinky finger with Joe’s, The two older men rode off towards their homes.

“We will! It was fun!” Langa said, waving after them with his free hand.

“So, shall we?” Langa inquired. Reki squeezed his hand tentatively then more confidently as he looked down at their connected hands.

“Yes,” He replied, looking up at Langa and smiling. “Take me home.”

[supportanimy]

All Stars Verse - Hologram Boy

Synopsis : The coaches of #thatPOWER are angry at Panda for turning P2 into a hologram

Word count : 2803

Notes : Can y'all guess what the title is referencing? Please guess what the title is referencing

"We did it, we did it! We did it, yay!" The coaches sing and dance together in the new galaxy, after Panda traveled to all the planets and achieved the All Stars.

But just as they started to party, a spaceship arrived and out came three people, all with grey skin and white hair, wearing different outfits consisting of only red and black. 

"YOU!" The shortest one pointed angrily at Panda. "You killed our friend!"

"He's not dead, but he is hurt. And trapped," the muscly guy said.

"Hey, I know these guys!" Starships mentions excitedly. "That Power, right?  Or #thatPOWER, I guess. But don't you guys have four? Where's P2?"

"Here," the P3 drops a tiny machine, and a hologram of P2 appears. 

"Oh. Your hair has gotten...longer. And darker."

"Yeah, well as I was saying, PANDA MURDERED HIM!" P1 yells angrily and attempts to tackle Panda, but Reindeer shields them. 

"No, Panda would never do such a thing! They're too sweet and kind to! You must be confusing them with some other panda!"

P4 walks forward and pushes her friend back, but turns around to glare at them. "Impossible, there are no other pandas here," she explains. "Number 2 is not dead," Someone laughs, "he cannot die. However, he is permanently trapped as a hologram because of Panda's actions, and according to him, Panda was constantly taunting and harassing him just before that. Isn't that right?" P2 nods.

"Quiet as ever, huh?" Starships tries to lean on him, but passes through and falls.

"Then it must have been an accident!" Reindeer continues to defend their friend. The two had been close since childhood. One would know that if one played Kids Mode.

SS1, interested in whatever argument is happening, eats popcorn and shares it with the other coaches. "You know, *munch* Panda harassing some rando *munch* is honestly not that *munch* out of character for him." SS2 grabs a handful. "Agreed."

ME4 fixes his glasses, "Wait, I think I know what's happening here. Battle Mode, I'm guessing. Never got a chance on one of those."

"What's Battle Mode?" Rasputin's coach scratches his beard. 

Out of nowhere, Starships slides in to chime in the conversation. "A mode where coaches from two different songs go head to head in a dance battle! Only appeared in two games though, and I never got to join one," she pouts. 

Back to the argument, Reindeer gives up trying to defend Panda and is instead resorting to insulting P2. "He's just a robot! Can't he be replaced?!" the power coaches and BFT gasp.

P1 is now being restrained by P3 and P4 as she tries to attack Reindeer now. "I'm going to kill both of you!"

"No need to waste your energy on those lowlives, Number 1. We just need to get money from them so we can make a time machine and change the events of the battle, making it so that Number 2 wins instead."

Hearing that, HH2 gets a bright idea.

"We don't need to go that far, P4. We just want them to apologize-What do you mean no, Two?! Don't tell me you want revenge too?!

"Psst, P1," HH2 whispers to her friend. "Don't we have a friend with a time machine?"

"You mean Goddess? Does she count as our friend?" he replies before getting elbowed by HH4, who enters their talk uninvited. "I think she means the Backstreet Wannabes." "I mean, Goddess could probably time travel-" "No one asked, P3!"

"BE QUIET!" HH2 shouted loud enough for everyone to hear. 

"Ooh," SS1 directs his attention to her.

"So, #thatPower...I think I may know the ones to help you. Though, we have to fly there since...they're on the other galaxy."

"Sure! We appreciate any help! Even though I'm not sure what kind of help these people you're saying will offer," P3 agrees immediately.

P4 is a bit more skeptical. "How do we know you aren't lying to us? We aren't even sure what help we're getting."

"Some people with a time machine," HH1 tells them. "Like what you said earlier. I'm not sure who P2 is talking about though."

P1 finally stopped being filled with rage, and it was replaced with joy. "You actually have a time machine?! Oh, how I long to return to my time!"

The other coaches are understandably confused over her statement. P3 tells them to shrug it off, "Don't mind her, she gets like that. We're not sure why."

"So what about it, Two? Wanna time travel so you don't get stuck as a hologram anymore?" The hologram nods, grinning from ear to ear. "Great!" P3 turns the projector off and keeps it in his pocket.

"P3, I will murder you, and then dismember you, and feed you to tigers." "We-we don't have tigers. Also your arms are twigs." "Don't you act smart with me!"

"Chill 4, it's just a tiny mistake, NBD," the blonde woman remarks without looking away from her phone. "P1 hit my hand too, but you don't see me threatening him."

"Who the fuck actually says NBD-Oh uh, sorry for that."

"Yeah, but he didn't hit it hard enough that you punch yourself in the face enough to hurt!"

"How did that even happen? Like I said, your arms are twigs-" "Do NOT!"

Just as the two were about to attack each other, they heard the faint sound of an aircraft. 

"Hey, I'm trying to strangle someone! Can you not-" she stops her sentence when she sees a spaceship getting closer to the four.

"Get cover!" "Calm down First, it's probably just going to pass by us like airplanes." "No, P2, it's actually gonna fall on us!" he points at the ship landing fast. "Oh," she's pulled to safety by him, where their colour scheme changes.

It stayed at a steady pace going down, but stopped just 100 meters off the ground and slowly went straight down.

"Seriously? After all that drama?" "Hey, be grateful we're safe!"

When it finally finished landing, four familiar faces and four unfamiliar faces walked out.

"Hey look, it's High Hopes! And some Homestuck cosplayers!" the woman jumps back out from their hiding spot, which made her hair turn back to blonde. "That's not-whatever, I'm tired of your dumb ass."

"Dirty Bit Gang!" HH4 runs to hug DB2. 

"Wait, they have a time machine?!" HH3 never knew that fact. If he did, he would've begged to use it to appear earlier in more songs.

"Well duh, their song is called The Time, and one of us should definitely have a time machine."

"So I see you guys have a spaceship. I assume you guys are here to use our time machine, but who are they?" DB1 asks. 

"Hi, I'm the Starships coach! Love your outfits, but feel like the colours could be better. These are coaches from #thatPOWER, but one member is kinda stuck right now-"

"I hope you don't mind if we borrow it for a while," P3 drops the projector and P2 sighs quietly in relief. 

DB4 stops her punch to DB3 midway to look at P2. "Uh, is he okay?"

"That's the reason we're here. Number 2-" "PFFFFT!" "Number 2, is stuck as a hologram and we have no way of transferring his AI to a body so we were hoping that we can travel to the past to change the course of the battle that made him this way in the first place."

"Cool," DB1 responds, not catching any of that. "Say, why do you need eight people plus a hologram to do that?"

HH2 raised a finger as if to answer him, but put it on her chin instead. "I'm-I'm not sure."

"C'mon, it's easy!" HH1 tries his best to explain. "There's That Power, the ones who want to go to the past, Starships, the representative of 2014, We're here to-wait, P2 was their guide, I'm not sure why the rest of us are here."

"Okayyy, sure, we'll do that, but do you have a plan?"

Silence. "Yeah, we didn't think of that."

"Of course you didn't," frustration was evident in his voice. "Fine, follow me."

DB3 and DB4 continued to fight, while the eight were led to a dark room with a massive TV screen, and a few couches. There was a table with a flower pot on it, with some cookies and candy beside it. 

"So, it would be dangerous to just alter the past with no plans and no actual clue on what happened. That's why, we're going to watch it, then decide what to do," the bearded man takes the remote next to the screen and switches to different channels. "2014, it's a battle, correct?"

The screen switched to a scene on a stage with multiple monitors and the letters VS in the middle, displaying a dance floor with some other items beside it such as a chair. Panda rushed in and stood there while P2 slowly approached them, C'mon by Kesha playing in the background. When P2 was close enough, Panda started circling around him, then went back to their position, but not before blowing a kiss at the robot, which he moved his head to avoid.

"Oh, Panda blew a kiss at you? That should be a reminder," HH4 notes.

"What a shame," HH3 comments.

They began dancing, with Panda moving their arms towards their chest and P2 doing robotic movements. That was until just before the first pre-chorus started where P2's movements look like he was being controlled by a puppeteer, then they became more "free".  

"Haha!" Starships laugh. "Seeing such a serious face on a cute dance move is so-" As past Panda and P2 turned to each other, the lyrics sang at the part made her stop. "Oh no. Oh no no no no. Oh god no."

"Is she okay?" DB2's question had a worried tone. "She's fine. Probably," HH2 assures.

"There are 2 images burned into my mind, and I don't like either of them!"

The rest ignore her dramatics and continue watching the battle. The chorus played, with the two performing an all too common move, putting your elbow on your raised leg, but coupled with some pushing each other to the side in between. When the singer sang the song's title repeatedly, Panda is seen establishing dominance over P2.

"Uhh," P3's braincells, or whatever robots have, seemed to have been fried from just watching the battle. "How are you losing to a panda?!" P2 shrugs.

The beginning of the final round consisted of Panda taunting P2, and P2 attempting to damage Panda but to no avail. P2 looked like he was about to faint right before the chorus started again, with them repeating the same moves earlier. The battle finally ended, in which Panda brings out a button and presses it, turning P2 into a hologram while they laugh.

"Okay, that was way too far now that I've seen it! I'm going to join the others in killing them-"

"Yo, calm down. We watched this to help you think of a plan, remember? While it was very weird to watch, we can decide what to do now, or in the past," DB1 brought out a piece of paper and puts it on the table. "Write your plan of action there, then I'll check over it to make sure it's nothing drastic."

P4 grabs the paper and begins writing on it with her built-in pen. "What we want to do is to make it so that P2 wins this fight. I think that can be easily done if we change the music."

"But won't Panda just press the button either way?" HH1 has a solid question.

"Hmm, then I guess we'll just destroy it."

"Wait, if we're going to destroy it anyways, what's the point in changing the song?" HH3 is surprisingly thinking a bit smarter now.

"Oh, that one is to save his honor. And to destroy Panda's-!" P1 clenches her fist tight.

"Riiight. Right. Right."

"Yes, but how are we doing that? Won't doing that alter a whole lot of events now since he's the mascot?" P3 tries to think deeply.

"Not really," DB1 answers, having a braincell for once. "Since you're from the same game, and you don't have any future appearances besides that one mashup, I think you guys would be fine."

"That's it, yes? Number 2's battle wasn't quite complicated, so maybe that's enough. Sir?"

DB1 takes the paper from P4, and looks it over. "Goddammit why am I reading with shades-yeah, that's okay I guess."

"Great, now we can go!" P1 is ecstatic to finally be able to return her friend back to his original state. So is the rest, even if P4 doesn't show it.

"Well, I guess that's our queue to leave. Goodbye and your welcome!" HH2 grabs her friends to drag them home.

"Wait, but didn't you go by spaceship?" P3 doesn't know how they would even return.

"Now worries, this is our planet, we'll teleport home!" "We can teleport?!" "HAVE YOU NOT NOTICED THIS WHOLE TIME-"

"What about...her?" P4 looks down on Starships, who was still freaking out. 

"Well, since she's the 2014 rep, we have to get her gloves if you want to travel there and back-" "I CAN'T TRAVEL TO MY TIME???" "-Would you mind…?" 

Starships takes it off and throws it at the pink-haired woman. "Just, just take it. Heck, keep it."

"Kay."

"Alright, follow me again," he gestures.

This time, a room that looks like it came from a certain sci-fi franchise involving space travel, but not time travel for some reason.

"Ight, just stand there," DB1 points at a platform," and you'll be fine. Also, here are the gloves, just wear it when you're done."

"Thanks a lot for helping us," P3 did a polite bow, "we're very grateful." He elbows the others to follow.

"No probs, we do this all the time, just be mindful that there are some side effects of time travel-" "Excuse me-?!" "But they're harmless! Have fun!" And the three robots plus hologram go back in time.

They arrived at a weird green space. There was a door quite far away, and would take a while to walk to. They felt something weird, and looked at their hands and each other to realize that they became green too. Except for P2.

"Changing colours is not what I expected but…" P4 spins her hand around.

"Maybe this could be useful, since we blend in with everything else," P3 compares his shade to the space.

They see Panda coming out of nowhere, heading to the door. Without speaking, they all immediately followed them. "Number 1, go grab the button. Number 3, get there and change the music." "Aye aye, 4."

P1 gets on the floor and crawls to the panda, P3 rushes to the door, and P4 carries P2's projector, following them from a distance. 

The short woman finds a pocket on Panda's body and tries to find the button. Instead, there was a tophat, a tennis racket, a trumpet and a whole lot of other things that should not be able to fit there. Somehow, Panda didn't notice any of that. She finally got her hands on the button, and immediately destroyed it. 

The sound alerts Panda, causing them to look around, but not finding anyone since they all blend in and P4 had turned off the projector, and shrugs it off. P3 uses that minor distraction to enter through the door. 

Immediately after passing through, his skin changed again, now blending into the room which was where the battle took place. Past P2, stood there, already arrived, but didn't take notice of P3, who climbed the ceiling and found the sound system. He used it and changed the settings so #thatPOWER was gonna play instead of C'mon.

When Panda comes in to start the fight, with the remaining two sneaking in, the course of it had already been decided. Past P2 had started attacking them and charging himself up. The fight continued on with P2 having an advantage, and at the end when P2 won, Panda jumped off, leaving the room while P2 laughs then leaves from the other exit. In that moment, the room turned to a black space, everyone turning back to normal, P2's projector disappeared, and a blended in silhouette of him was there.

"P2, you're back!" P1 goes to hug him. P2 clearly had been confused by what she said, but accepted it anyways. P3 and even P4, who isn't very physically affectionate, joins in the hug.  "We missed being able to actually touch you, buddy. Now I don't have to kneel down just to fistbump someone." "HEY!"

"I guess we can go home now," P4 puts on the glove and they teleported back to their starting point. 

-

So as you can read, there's like zero logic here, but I'm proud of.it cause it's my longest one-shot!

[ask-ivory]

RWBY Random Rant #2!

What villain is the best? (Cinder vs Roman)

Second rant everyone! This one may be a bit longer than the first, so if you don't have time but find this interesting, then I suggest reading this later. If you have infinite time on your hands and your board, then this might help depending on your interests. So let's jump into today's rant!

So, the world of Remnant is a big place. There, you'll find friendly people, weird people, mean people, and people who are just flat out crazy. But today, we're looking at a certain group of people: Villains. Now before we jump in to the blender of craziness, this post is an analysis that can be used for predictions and plot lines. I may be wrong, but I'm writing this off of what I know.

Anyways... Let's start with the basic question, What IS a villain? A villain (or for the more technical term: antagonist) is a character who is trying to stop the hero (or protagonist) from accomplishing his or her goal. Either this, or they're trying to get something and the hero is trying to stop them because what the villain wants is wrong. This is the loosest definition, so you can imagine that this goes way deeper than you think.

There are some things that you need to ask and have answered before you confirm who is the villain in a story. Some of which includes the following:

Who is this guy? (Basic background)

Why is he or she interested in this scenario? (Could this benefit to their cause?)

Why are they doing this? (If so, then why?)

So if we take this and try and apply it to the "villain" we can tell if this is a VILLAIN. Another important thing to note is the quality of the character. What sort of events cause the villain to act like this, and why?

Well, when we're talking RWBY, then villains come in different shapes and sizes. Some villains are immature, and others have experienced enough pain and defeat to know exactly what will work to achieve their goal and/or stop the hero. Then you have the peeps in the middle who aren't as overwhelming as the big baddie, but have enough common sense to know what's going on, what needs to be done, and why they're doing it.

So I'mma gonna start at the bottom of the rainbow and work my way up to the best colors. I'll also be rating these characters on a scale of one to ten. I won't do everyone. Let's start with the entire fandom's LEAST favorite character.

Cinder Fall

Stars: 0/10

Now if I was a writer for the show, I think the most interesting thing that could happen to Cinder is if she just dropped dead. That's how bad she. Literally. Now, what makes her so disgusting? There are two answers.

She did horrible things. Like hacking the communication towers (With help from Watts, of course), making the people at the Vytal Festival Tournament doubt the leaders of Vale, and, to top it off, KILLED Pyrrah and Ozpin.

But these are the actions a normal villain would do, so what really makes her Terrible? The second answer has the reason.

2. She's a poorly written character with a lack of depth are perception.

I have no idea what made the writers want to make Cinder a hated character, but whatever did worked really well. Honestly, it's like Roosterteeth did the opposite of what Disney did to Cinderella. But when I say she lacks depth, I mean there is nothing that makes her character any good. She's also one of the biggest mysteries in the show, and I don't mean that in a good way. Here are some of the questions that I often ask about her:

Why does she want power?

Does she want to rule the world?

Why does she wear an outfit that's guaranteed to help her freeze to death?

Does she want to kill Salem?

Why doesn't she learn from her mistakes?

WHY THE HECK DOES SHE EVEN EXIST?!?!?!

Well, after some examination, I found out something shocking. She is just a plot device. She may talk and act evil, but in reality, she's just there so that the characters have something to worry about. She has nothing that makes her good, or relatable. To add to that, she's like the Grimm, all she does is attack and kill and if she loses, she DOESN'T reflect on her actions, and she DOESN'T try to fix her mistakes. She just goes back into the fight with the same strategy as before. If the main protagonists studied Cinder's basic movement, then they would be able to take her down, no doubt.

Can Cinder be saved? The answer is no. I bet that, judging from the road she's going down, her strategy will be her ultimate end.

Hazel Rainheart

(I may have spelled his name wrong. Sorry.😁)

Stars: 2/10 ☆☆

Now Hazel is a bit more interesting. Unlike Cinder, he has a reason he's on the side he is now, but like everyone, he has his flaws. He lets his anger get the better of him, and he's quick to judge. But the real reason why he's not so good is because of his reasoning. His sister died on a training mission because SHE chose to become a huntress. But Hazel takes all of his anger out on Oscar and Ozpin just because he (Ozpin) was the headmaster of Beacon, and let her into the school in the first place.

And I gotta say, this reasoning is understandable, but it's still dumb.

But there is something that makes Hazel a huge threat to the heros: his semblance of pain nullification. This gives him the ability to block out pain. And I kinda get where it comes from.

When his sister died, he was broken. She was probably the only family Hazel had, and when she was killed, he wanted to block out the emptiness, the grief, the pain. Thus his semblance was unlocked and he could no longer feel pain. This ability is probably how his aura charges up so quickly. If pain can block aura from charging, then he has the tools to be a force to be reckoned with. The only downside is that just because he can't feel pain doesn't mean that he's not hurt.

Can Hazel be saved? Maybe. But if he goes on a redemption arch, then he will probably die. But that doesn't mean that he's a lost cause. There's still plenty of things that can be added to Hazel's character to make it better. But at the present, he could be better.

Adam Taurus

Stars 2/10 ☆☆

This character is relatively horrible. In fact, he's worse than Hazel!

But the thing is, he's like Hazel in a special way: he has a tragic past. Certain events that wreck a kid's childhood can scar them for life. Adam was discriminated for his faunus traits, and this set him on a path of revenge that would be his bitter end.

He was a threat, but small compared to the real one. His semblance made him very dangerous, but it also makes sense. To be more specific, his semblance is, what I like to call, absorption of impact (or for the EruptionFang version, moon slice). This gives him the ability to absorb any damage done by the enemy into his blade, then release it back at a more powerful rate. This can cause devastating damage to both the enemy and the environment. As for why he had this semblance is pretty basic once you think about it.

Adam desired to get back at those who mistreated him. He wanted them to feel his pain, but a lot more extreme. He wanted them to feel what he felt, but worse.

Adam had a lot of potential, but, well when you get stabbed in the back, it's not easy to get back at your enemies. Over all in terms of writing, the thing that would've made him better was a better understanding of what he went through.

Tyrian Callows

Stars 4/10 ☆☆☆☆

If Adam wasn't crazy enough for you, then Tyrian's your go to guy.

I think that Tyrian is insane enough to join Salem, but has enough sense to know how to kill. He's kinda tough to figure out, but thanks to some much needed information in Volume 7, we now know a bit about Tyrian's past.

Tyrian was a mad man killer on the continent of Anima but was captured. He was then rescued by Salem and her Grimm. Since he's mad he owed his life to her ever since.

He's mad, so there's no bad excuse. And to add to that, he is flat down dangerous. His semblance is the ability to cut through aura, making him a hard to beat.

Can Tyrian be saved? Not really. The only way to kill him is for someone to fall victim to him while another strikes the killing blow.

Doctor Aurthor Watts

Stars: 5/10 ☆☆☆☆☆

Alright. Here we go!

Watts is very interesting. That's saying alot. Now that we have more information on him, it's easier to see why he wants to screwer Ironwood.

He was an Atlasian scientist who went against Pietro in the effort to make something great for Atlas. While Watts helped write the Atlas security code, Pietro found that the best inspiration is found inside. That was were Penny was created. Watts was disgraced and faked his death. Then Salem found him and he joined her group to get both revenge on Ironwood and respect from Atlas. Though he is clearly unaware of what Salem's true plans are.

He is a wiz when it comes to technology. Besides that, I believe he has some experience with combat. His semblance could have something to do with technology, but we're still figuring that out.

Can Watts be saved? Writing wise, maybe we can get more details about Watts in the final episodes. He's not a lost cause when it comes being a more interesting villain.

Story wise though? He's a dead man.

Salem

Stars: 6/10 ☆☆☆☆☆☆

Yes, I didn't save her for until the end.😼

Now from the writer's point of view, Salem's backstory has been completely fleshed out. It's pretty complicated so I won't go into details. But from that alone, Salem's actons make sense. As a prisoner of life, she yearns to be free. She wants to die. And she believes that the only way to do this is to divide humanity and summon the gods in there darkest hour. Then the gods destroy the world and Salem is free. She doesn't care about the people she is hurting. She hates humanity and wants to destroy everything. But above all, she wants to get permanent revenge on her ex Ozma (or Ozpin or Oscar). She wants him to die and stay dead when millennia ago she made great sacrifices to try bringing him back from the dead.

Now she has nothing to show for it except endless years of war, hatred, and suffering. There is some relation that one can have with Salem. If anyone who is reading this tried to do something for someone you cared about, but got nothing to show for it in return, then that's what Salem would be feeling. And this has caused her to spiral into madness. She is the purest definition of crazy.

Can Salem be saved? It depends at this point. Story wise, most likely not.

Emerald and Mercury!

Stars for them both 7/10 ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

These two are going to be paired in honor of their beloved ship: Emercury.

Both characters have tragic pasts, so that gives them some common ground, but both are looking for something different. Emerald is looking for love, the one thing that she never had in her entire life. Mercury is looking for a purpose in life, a way to make himself Worthy of greatness. He claims that Cinder recruiting him was just destiny.

Both of these peeps are incredibly good at what they do. Both can fight better than the members of team CFVY.

Emerald's semblance is Perception manipulation, which makes perfect sense in her case. In a very special case, her semblance is similar to Adam's. She wants others to see what she sees, Emerald wants people to see how alone she is, and just how much she needs family. Her semblance is an incarnation of her desire. And she uses it to make people see what she wants them to see.

Mercury's semblance is currently unknown at this time. But we do know that his semblance was stolen by his father. After killing him, Mercury probably got his semblance back, but lives under the illusion that it's still gone.

Mercury grew up in an abusive household, under the guard of a murderer. He was tortured everyday by his father.

Emerald grew up on the streets.

Basically, these characters are well written, and both have great potential as well. There's even some hope of a redemption Arch for these two, and possibly some romance.

Can Emerald and Mercury be saved? Writing wise, yes. More trauma and info can definitely help. Story wise? Hopefully, yes.

Roman Torchwick

Stars: 9/10 ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Time for the classics!

This charming young schemer has been the first character in the actual show. Fans everywhere love him, and will often mark him as the best villain. Honestly, I have nothing against it. But for the sake of this post, let's break down this lovely character and examine his awesomeness.

Roman's origin is currently unknown, but maybe we'll get some light cast on it with Neo's backstory as well. Many believe that he is somehow connected to Brunswick Farms, and it's still a possibility that has yet to be ruled out.

Roman is a good fighter and a master mind behind the underground crime rings of Vale. By himself, he is a relatively good fighter. Though his semblance has yet to be determined, he has his own Roman candle.

Another aspect of this character that won the hearts of fans is his charming personality. I mean, who can blame him? Though his death was sudden, and unfair, his handsome face will live on in the hearts of many.

Neo Politan

Stars: 10/10⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The star of the show, folks!

Neo made her big enterence in Volume 2 episode 4 Painting the Town, and ever since has been one of the most popular characters in the entire show. If you break down Neo's character based on what we know, then it's actually really interesting. Let's scoop ice cream!

Neo's backstory is unknown, but we're hoping to have some light shed on the subject. Based off of the song "One Thing", we can tell that Neo's backstory is tragic in some way. She lost everything except for Roman. And she is willing to fight to protect Roman from the death. How do I know?

Her semblance is called illusions by many, but Unicorn of War calls it Mirrors, which I think is the most accurate. Her semblance gives her the ability to reflect her opponent's attacks upon themselves, and she can change her appearance right down to her hair and eye color.

What does any of this have to do with protecting Roman? She will use Any means necessary to protect what little she has left, and to her, that one thing is enough. She Will change her identity as many times as possible, and she often gets away with it. But she is so fierce in protecting that during a fight, any pain that the enemy can dish out to her dumdum would make her determined to kick her opponent's butt. She would give them a taste of their own medicine and literally reflect their attacks upon themselves.

She is a reflection of protection. And like that reflection she represents, she says not a word, but shows people how exactly they can hurt the one she loves.

After Roman's death, Neo Politan is determined to reflect her loves justice upon the true enemies. If you can't face yourself, then you can't face Neo.

So, there you have it, villains everywhere.

Be sure to reblog if you found this interesting!

If you have questions, then ask away!😁

[cherrymoonvol6]

some avengers endgame Thoughts cause i saw the movie yesterday and can't stop thinking about it

of course..... spoilers ahead

nebula and tony playing!!!! i just love how nebula's personality comes through without it being ooc

also... nebula carefully sitting tony up. she Cares so much :(

steve immediately going to tony :( like im a stucky kind of gal but holy shit i love them

which was completely erased in the next scene where tony drags steve up and down and after that passes out, which is a confrontation Mood

i wonder how they made tony look so skinny and sick. if it was cgi then i applaud them cause it looked so good

the way they killed thanos so fucking quickly here... i don't know how to feel lmao. like cutting the gauntlet arm and then slicing his neck... that's what we were all screaming at them during infinity war. it's good to see them learn from their mistakes, i guess ?

(can't remember the order in which things happen from now so forgive me if i make a mistake)

i told my sister "that's one of the russos!!!!!" so it took me ten seconds to realize that the russo was the gay character everyone was talking about (i thought it would be fury for no other reason than it being shocking and fury having very little to do with the plot, but)

and steve being supportive of that :( man out of time said gay rights!

carol's new hair!! holy shit!!!!!

rocket insinuating carol has been experimenting with more hairstyles... i would like to see it

don't think i missed that carol x rhodey nod. i support it.

don't wanna say it now... for now ill just state: i love what they're doing with natasha in the movie. she truly feels like a friend to steve. like that small gesture of her sliding the plate towards steve is just so domestic and beautiful! it really makes her feel so human and complex at the end. i was so worried about her being wasted but i loved her throughout the film

it was a fucking rat who got scott out. i have to laugh.

also is that the guy from that old "gayyyyy" meme????

cassie is all grown up!!!!!! i can't even imagine how hard it had been for her

also what happened to her mom? and the stepdad??? are they fine????? i hope so

i was hoping we would get more tony as a dad in this movie and it delivered!! tony is so fucking good with kids. the bond between him and morgan was so well portrayed

also the place they live in is so cozy and that's what he deserves

when steve stepped down the car in that black outfit with the leather jacket on i gasped... he's fucking gorgeous

i kept wanting him and tony to kiss lmao tf is wrong with me

OKAY my hawkeye rights. i missed him so much

the stylish subtitles on the middle of the screen felt like too much. this isn't a tumblr gifset honey, just write them down!

thinking about the whole clintasha conversation really foreshadows the whole thing. natasha cares so deeply about clint and really puts his needs before hers. it's so beautiful to see

honestly... my clintasha rights!

i think the hulk/bruce scene was kinda endearing but then the ant man banter dragged on for toooo long

the dab i YELLED. these poor kids have to stand this man on 2023 pulling out 2016 trends to appear Hip and Cool

fat thor...... i hate how it was handled. hate it so fucking much.

new asgard! that's so cute. i hope that's on norway

miek and korg are alive!!!!

the thought of thor insulting a possibly 14 year old on fortnight is too much for me. it sounds like bad fanon talk. i still laughed (bc noobmaster69??? that's fucking hilarious)

tonys reaction to i love you 3000 is so beautiful. like the way he looks taken aback and so happy. i love irondad

steve in a white shirt and jeans!!!! i gasped again. he's delivering, the fucking model

i know they were like, barely being decent to each other again, but i still wanted my stony hug:(

when they're discussing their infinity stones memories and natasha and tony are laying down together on a table???? adorable. amazing.

also why tf didn't nebula said the soul stone required a sacrifice??? i thought that's what she got from gamora dying in volmir

as soon as natasha and clint arrived to volmir i began chanting "nonononononononono"

fuckkdjdksndk fucking nebula. cue to more nononono chanting

rhodey knocking out quill with a single hit is the funniest scene in the movie

clintasha calling on bullshit on the sacrifice thing was also quite funny

the forehead touch :((( im so weak! so sad!

clintasha literally fighting each other to be each other's sacrifice!!!! kill me now!!!!

jeez now i can finally say it: scarjo shined so fucking much on this movie!!!! her delivery was amazing, i really felt a connection between her and the avengers, it really showed her growth during the five year time jump. she fucking killed it. she did her best and she's the best black widow we could've ever gotten.

clint mourning her :((((( probably the third time i cried during the movie

thor's panic attack being used for cheap laughs was the most uncomfortable moment for me... or any scene where people only saw thor as Fat and Lazy (basically, two thirds of the movie)

the freya + thor reunion was so sweet though!

okay. okay. hear me out. tony was on a very serious mission to regain an infinity stone. and the first thing he does is check out steve's ass. and aknowledge how glorious it is. i couldn't believe what i was watching!!!!!! like that actually fucking happened. consider me a fully formed stony bitch.

and scott joining in to say it was "america's ass" ???? poetic cinema

so it's canon that everyone checks out steve's ass and appreciates it as a national treasure. that's all i never thought id needed.

steve saying "hail hydra" i YELLED. it was a nice nod to the whole "cap is a nazi" mess

and steve fighting himself... hot

using his bucky trauma to shock himself is :/// but also :((((

i loved that for one moment i knew everyone on the theatre was staring at steve's ass

and steve being appreciative of his own butt!!!! ok that's all i have to say about steve's ass

i loved the reminder that thor was still kinda goofy back in avengers 1, for everyone who says taika completely changed his character. and the little tony + thor moment was adorable

"howard..... potts" i can understand tony being a mess but how did howard not suspect of anything??? elevator lady took one look of steve's face and all of her alarms started ringing

peggy carter... ive missed my wife so much

did peggy marry souza. i hope she did. steve tf are you doing staring at a married woman (jk)

clint kicking the stones away as soon as bruce is done with the snap is the biggest mood

also... the hell was scott looking at that made him think it had worked? just... more birds outside? i was really curious

the irony of the only avenger without superpowers being left with the stones

"i know you" *hands out stones* how can you not love clint, he's so pure

nebula killing his 2014 self is a power move. that would be me if i met my 2014 self

thor with a braided beard!!!!! beautiful

thanos is like, a real threat and i love that

okay. i kinda saw it coming. i saw thor leave mjolnir behind and i thought "oh????". and then the shock of thanos being able to wield stormbreaker. and then fucking mjolnir moving!!!!! i was the only person in the theatre who yelled

but seriously!!!! steve wielding AND fighting with mjolnir!!!!! couldn't stop thinking about it all day!!!!!!!!! STEVE IS WORTHY!!!!!!!

parallels to thor going for the chest. it never works babies!

and just.... this was steve's moment. steve i-can-do-this-all-day rogers really fighting with every ounce of his body and soul against the most powerful being on earth. justice for him getting knocked after touching thanos for one second in iw!

and steve getting up again! all dirty and wounded!! trembling with exhaustuation and resolution!!! with his broken shield on his arm!!!! just him facing the biggest army of the universe!!!!! so powerful

sorry to destroy this epic moment, but like, okay. people had been reintegrated to life like, twenty minutes before. and i understand that they were all confused and out of place. but sam really needed ALL that time to just... try to communicate with steve????? ok

the "avengers..." *brings mjolnir with one hand while bracing his shield with the other* "assemble" moment was... oh my God. chills all over my body.

that One Moment where steve has stormbreaker on his hand... so fucking hot

the tony and peter reunion holy shit. the hug was everything i needed! like please just hug tony stark for ages

and tony and pepper fighting together!!! that's a power couple right there

i felt it when quill looked at gamora and just... stopped. im so sad his moment was played for laughs when it was obviously such an important moment for his character

thanos was so fucking scared of wanda that he put his own troops at risk to stop her for a little while. strongest avenger right there!

and carol coming back!!!! i was like

i felt so relieved at that point. i was like "yeah thanos is fucking over what's next"

no need to talk about all the women coming together to defend peter :')

thanos getting the gauntlet again... the nonono chanting came back

fucking CAROL trying to stop him. looking at him with such a determined face, like "you can't stop me from stopping you". it was so powerful he had to snatch one stone to stop her

and strange giving him the one finger to tony.... i knew what was coming holy shit. i knew it. they knew it.

tony really proved himself there. it was his best scene on the entire mcu, don't argue with me!!!!!! the way he stood there and took all the power of the stones, unmasked, unaffected, powerful and almighty

"i am... iron man" cue to ugly sobbing

tony knew there was no other way. pepper did, too... she knew exactly what she had to tell him. she was right. tony spent all of these years moved by selfishness first, then fear, then guilt. an endless battle since thanos was on his head. but the war was over. what mattered was that he saved everyone, and he sacrificed himself for everyone. a complete 180° from last movie's ending.... wow

gotta said... peter there felt a little bit out of place for me. i think it would've been more powerful if he didn't say anything, though peter is a teenager, i can get it

his arc with steve felt unfinished, too. i would've liked to see steve's reaction as well, since tony had told him he wanted everyone back and also for his family so survive. but whatever

im not against tony killing thanos instead of gamora and nebula but i would've liked if we saw them react to his death, at least:/ like a little parallel between nebula's reaction at the beginning and the end of endgame

the One stucky interaction here was pulled from cap1 and iw. i feel betrayed

bucky Knew what steve was going to do. i wonder if steve told him before or bucky just sensed it

you can't convince me steve would go back and carelessly dance with peggy knowing his friend is being used like a weapon by hydra and bound to kill tonys parents. nah nah. it all felt wrong

my steggy rights!!!

love that the russos foreshadowed cap!bucky on tws just to give the shield to sam at the end

anyways what the fuck bucky was all steve had but he lived the happiest life without it and left him alone on the 21st century? okay fuck y'all

[valkblue]

15: which is your favourite and why?

16: which is your favourite and why?

32: which isn’t a mandalorian, I know you would pick a mandalorian.

37: let’s talk philosophies and the different branches of jedi philosophy. 👀

40: with the limitation that it has to be centered on the life of a character which isn’t relevant to the plot yet/anymore at that point. 😈

.............. 👀

15. Did you play any Star Wars video games?

I played only KotoR I et II. And just watched you play Republic Commando more time than I care to count.

But as much as I love Rep Comm's simplicity, my favourite would be Knights of the Old Republic #1, hands down. I like the second one too, but... it lacks a little something that made the first so unique, so catchy and interesting. It kinda tries 'too hard', if it makes sense. It's not a bad game by any mean or that I don't like it! I do like it!! Just less than I liked the previous one.

I really liked Revan's character and the twist, there are more companions I like (Jolee!!!! Mission and Zalbar, and let's be honest, I love trolling Carth too... 🤫 Unpopular Opinion: I'm not always a fan of Bastila but I still think her character is worth it.)

And even the quests (main or side) are a little less dragging than in KotoR II. But it was still a nice game, and a nice story to personalise as you play. Just that I liked KotoR I better. Save maybe for the part on Rakata Prime...

16. Have you read any Star Wars books?

Ooooh this one's easy! 🤣 It's Hard Contact (Republic Commando series). I love the following ones too, but kinda like I said about KotoR, the first works so well and the next ones are just expanding. And then again, don't get me wrong, I LOVE THAT. I love a lot of all the new characters and that we finally get to meet Kal after hearing so much about him through Omega and all. I love that it becomes something of a sci-fi detective novel with detailed investigation about Kamino and what Palps is up to, Mando culture and traditions...

But Hard Contact is the perfect mirror of these new Clones' mindset as we discover and follow them through the story; unlike Delta Squad in the game, they are still children at heart, they're still 'young' and (so humanly) traumatized by the waste loss of their pod brothers, not knowing much of the galaxy and world they are deployed in and trying to do their best, focused on their mission and not repeat the mistakes they've been commanded to do on Geonosis... while trying to acclimate to one another.

It's more about them (as clones, as humans) than it is about the story and the grand scheme of things, the big plot and all the dreadful things Palpatine is brewing under his cloak. And that was a really good intro to these new characters and to get attached to them... and then, 'Triple Zero' in your face! 🤣

Yes, I have a lot to say about clones and Rep Comm in general.

32. Who would you cosplay as?

No Mandos either!?!? 🥺 What about the clones?! Do they count?

Well... Oddly enough, I think I'd cosplay as a Jedi, because like I said they look like they're in their PJs!!!!!!!!! And it looks so comfy, I'm almost jealous. If not a Jedi, though... I think I'd be tempted to cosplay Padmé in her 'Battle for Naboo' outfit. I always loved this one.

37. Opinions on the Jedi?

I don't like Sith, and (sorry...) I don't like Jedi either. BUT—I like the Grey ones. Or eventually the Jal Shey. (Jolee, my man, you got it. ✌️)

In RotS, Obi-Wan says something to Anakin that I'm fiercely not agreeing with; that "only a Sith think in such absolute" after he told him that "iF uR noT wItH mEe tHen uUr aGaInST MeEeee..." The Jedi are as flawed as the Sith but to their defence, at least they know that already. They dread their flaws even... And that's the whole point. "You don't do this, because it does that, and you don't do that and that and that..." Chill, my brothers in the Force!

But don't get me wrong, I get both sides' point of views!!! I just don't think they're right to deal in such absolute... 🙃👍

Their Grey bretheren are closer to that Balance the Jedi praise so loudly and still edge walking the chaos the Sith relish so much!

40. If you could make your own Star Wars trilogy/series, what would it be about?

Definitely Peli. I love her and I have a wild headcanon about what was her childhood/early life on Tatooine. Except that I'm not sure there would be enough to fill a trilogy about her. A mini-series maybe...?

[thenickelportrust]

Nobody really asks for Finley shorts and after replaying, I think they're in my top three LI's so do you think you could write something for their first kiss with the MC?

Hello! So sorry this one has taken me so so so long to get to. But now that I’ve decided to split up the update into more manageable bits and pieces I can get back to writing shorts in between! :D

Also, I’m very sorry again but would you mind terribly if I changed the way I answer this a tiny bit? You see, I’m a big believer in overly dramatic, big first kisses- why? Because they’re super fun! This, of course, also means that they can get very spoilery, and Finley’s first kiss is actually super spoilery for a specific mission that will come in the future. (They have perhaps one of, if not the, most melodramatic of all the first kisses I have planned.) So in order to avoid any major spoilers- I had to change it to just a first kiss-based short, but not the actual scenario in which Finley’s first kiss will happen. I hope that’s alright?

So, yeah! Ramblings over- here is a Finley short! (I probably verged into ‘wow this is too cheesy even for you, buddy’ territory near the end so, y’know, enjoy that.)

“So you really never caught the guy?” You turn the small, cracked jade orb around in your hand, running your thumb over the long scar that drags down the side of the perfectly round sphere.

“Really.” Finley leans back against the desk, you pass the object- once a weapon of mass destruction, now a paperweight- back to them. “You sound so surprised.”

“Well, I don’t often hear about the cases you don’t solve.” You shrug, pushing your feet off the ground as the rolling chair in their office slides back across the floor. The edge of Finley’s mouth quirks upward in a half-smirk.

“What? Did you think that I never failed a case?”

You open your mouth to reply but find yourself hesitating… Truth is, you hadn’t really thought of it before. Finley didn’t talk about their reporting days much and whenever you could eke a story out of them it always seemed to end with Finley’s success. 

Finley’s face goes slack with the most genuine surprise you think you’ve even seen on them, “Seriously? You really think that I never made a mistake on the job?”

“Well- I didn’t- I mean, I don’t, but-” You stammer- cut off eventually by Finley’s barking laughter. You feel your face heat up, “It just never occurred to me.” You murmur, voice muffled by your elbows as you try to bury your embarrassment in their desk. The only time you look up is when you hear the soft plunk of the jade orb being place back on the desk next to you, Finley slides onto the floor, and out of the corner of your eyes you see them amble over towards a shelf, they begin to thumb through it intently, amusement still present in their crooked half-smile. “What are you…?”

“I’m getting… this.” They pull something out of the back- a photograph? You sit up again as they slide it across the desk to you. It’s laminated, the glossy texture of the picture reflecting the light of the office and making it even more difficult to see the already blurred-out image… The photo was also taken in the night, which makes it look more like some kind of impressionist painting then it ever would real-life photography. Is that… is that a rooftop? You think you see a chimney? Or… something silver? Pipes? An exhaust pipe? No… maybe? No, no, no, it couldn’t be, it’s not exactly cylindrical… it’s more like… a… torso? Is there a person? Yes- maybe. You think? You think there’s a person in a silver outfit- or at least… an outfit with silver worked into it. A hero, maybe?

“This is, uh…” You gently lower the photo to the table, “Wow.”

“A real masterpiece, right?” Finley rolls their eyes. “To be fair, I was in the middle of trying not to die, which isn’t exactly the best situation for getting a good shot.” They pull the photograph up from the table once more, nose scrunching when they look at it, “The lighting is terrible, too.”

“Yeah, really should’ve waited until daytime to try not to die.”

“Or brought a stronger flash.”

“That could have helped, too.”

The two of you are caught in a silent, shared smile. But that doesn’t last very long, and you find your smile slowly dropping as you watch them carefully, “Finn, why… why are you showing me this?”

Finley shrugs, “I just… I didn’t want you to think I never failed. Never messed up.”

“You know, most people would kill for that kind of reputation. Isn’t it a… good thing?”

If the disgust evident in the way their lips curl up in a grimace is any indication, you’d say that Finley does not, in fact, think of that as a good thing. “Even if it was- I don’t really like the idea of you thinking of me like that.”

“What? Why?”

They go quiet, arms crossed, head and eyes lowered to the floor. You don’t press them, instead you just wait, listening to the ticking of the wall clock, and let Finley take their time. Your trust is proven right, eventually, when they take a deep breath and shrug, “Too much distance.”

“Distance?” You smile loosely, “I’m sitting right next to you, Finley. I don’t know how much closer we can get.”

You watch their crooked smile reappear, messy blonde hair swaying when they shake their head. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“I don’t really know what it is you do mean, Finley.”

“Just… just that it creates this barrier between us, this idea that I’m somehow ‘better’ than you by ‘never having made a mistake’. Or that I’m somehow ‘perfect’.” Finley’s nose wrinkles again.

“Well, no need to worry about that, Finn,” You stand up with a stretch and a smile, bouncing to your feet as you pat them on the shoulder, “I know you far too well for that.”

“How kind of you to say.” Finley shakes their head- but there’s a smile on their face again, and you find yourself beaming in response. Neither of you make to move- again seemingly caught in the moment. Neither of you look away, either, and yet…

With anyone else, being so close might make you feel uncomfortable. Staring so directly into their eyes, with such an unwavering, steady gaze, would allow discomfort to worm its way into your gut and wriggle around until you’d feel like turning and running, or at the very least provide some sense of unease. And yet… With Finley there’s none of that- with Finley you feel perfectly comfortable. You don’t… you don’t really feel compelled to move- in fact, you’re fairly sure you specifically don’t want to do that. 

You worry, for a moment- just a moment-, if Finley feels the same, or if they want you to move. But even when they clear their throat they don’t make to slide away, “You know… even more than just how you’d think of me… I also don’t want you to think that you’re any less amazing just because of some stupid reputation I have.”

“So you think I’m amazing, do you?” Your voice drops into a whisper, any louder and you almost fear that you’d shatter this fragile moment in time.

“Here I thought that was fairly obvious.” Finley, too, begins to murmur. Your gaze seems trapped on their face- so it is only in your peripheral that you watch as their hand comes up- just inches from your cheek- it hesitates there, hanging, unsure of itself, in the air. Almost subconsciously, you lean into the touch. Their hand is warm, you feel your shoulders slumping as you relax, Finley’s thumb runs over your cheek, by your eye, a small, circling arc that pauses only momentarily- just enough to draw your attention once more.

Both of you are silent now- that fragility you felt before seems only to have increased as the moment lingered on. It’s as if it were perched at the edge of a crumbling cliff, and now even so much as a misguided breath could send it tumbling over the edge and into the rocks before.

Yet the silence doesn’t make it any harder to understand each other. Finley’s gaze slips down- to your lips- then back up to your eyes with eyebrows scrunched together, as if concerned, or scared to move. You can’t help but smile widely, and, still withholding that sacred silence, you nod. 

You feel Finley’s other hand brush the side of your cheek- and they’re cupping your chin, and then they’re kissing you.

Finley is kissing you.

And you’re kissing Finley.