#ALSO I HOPE I DID THE EYES JUSTICE. I WANTED TO GIVE THEM SOME EXPRESSION WHILE STILL KEEPING THEM AS BLOBS AS THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE

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Houndstrike for @cheerclaw

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

A TRAGEDY THAT'S BUILT ON DESTINY!

I WOULD CHANGE MOST EVERY SINGLE THING. I WOULD LET YOU KISS ME, KILL ME!

synopsis// multiple different universes, but one thing remains the same: geto loves you in each and every one of them.

pairing// suguru geto x gn!reader

word count// 5.8k

contents// different universes, angst, satisfying angst?, hurt/no comfort but also hurt/comfort at the same time, ooc geto?, character death tehe

notes// inspired by everything everywhere all at once and the song kiss me kill me by mest :3 i wrote this SOOOO long ago but u have no idea how much i adore this oneshot. like i think it might be my fav oneshot ive ever written. it is everything to me!! and i did not do the idea justice but u get the point!!

December 24th 

You assume the fight is over because neither you nor Shoko have gotten any more wounded victims. The two of you glance at each other briefly but don’t bother saying anything. What could be said about a full-blown borderline war schemed by your high school best friend and lover? Nothing could possibly be said, so nothing is. The two of you stand there waiting for anything to happen, whether that’s getting called back to Jujutsu High or being brought another victim, and eventually something does happen, and Shoko gets a call. You can’t read her expression for the whole 20 seconds she’s on the phone before she passes it to you. You furrow your eyebrows in question.

“It’s Gojo,” she says blankly before attempting to hand you the phone again.

You hesitate to answer. “Hello?”

“You should get down here,” he says blankly over the phone.

“What? Why? Is everything okay?”

“Um, yeah, just—you know those back alleys by the school?”

“Uh huh?”

“Meet me there.”

“Gojo, you’re kinda scaring me-“

“Y/N, just come; you’ll thank me—I hope.”

You frown and begrudgingly agree, “Okay, fine, yeah, whatever, I'm on my way.”

“Make it quick, alright? I'm serious,” he adds quickly before hanging up.

As you give Shoko her phone back, you roll your eyes at the fact that he didn't even give you a chance to say okay before hanging up.

“What was that about?” she wonders, slipping her phone back into her pocket.

You sigh. “No idea, but he wants me to go meet up with him for some reason.”

Shoko hums curiously. “You should get going then; must be urgent.”

You nod, “Yeah.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

It doesn't take you long to get to the school given how fast you were walking since Gojo told you to hurry it up, the tense anticipation aiding in your speed. It does, however, take you a few moments to find Gojo, but once you do, you find that he's not looking at you, but he’s speaking, and it's not to you either; it's to something—or rather someone—he's blocking with his body.

“Gojo?” you ask once you finally reach him.

Gojo turns to face you, a sorrowful smile on his face, before stepping out of the way to reveal who he was speaking to and the whole reason why he called you here in the first place.

When you see Getou on the ground, your heart sinks into your stomach, and your blood runs cold. You look back at Gojo, who merely shrugs.

“You should say your goodbyes; I already did,” Gojo whispers before leaving you and Getou alone.

Getou lets out a hushed laugh. “That’s a little melodramatic of him, don’t you think?”

The hammering of your heart roaring in your ears makes it difficult to hear what he says. You stand there frozen in what you can only describe as horror as you stare down at Getou, who's missing an arm and is only growing more pale by the second from blood loss.

“Do you plan on ignoring me?” he asks softly, as though he’d understand if that really was your plan.

You blink a few times and shake your head, your tears blurring your vision. “I dont-“ 

Getou hums appreciatively and smiles up at you, which makes you completely break down, a sob racking through your body so violently that the only thing you can do is collapse to your knees. Getou winces as he tries to sit up straighter, as if he’s going to catch you or crawl over to you. You sniffle, your sobbing uncontrollable, as you crawl to him, and once there, you let your head fall upon his blood-stained chest. Getou immediately places his only remaining hand on the back of your head, as if holding it to his chest, and gently pats your head.

“Are you an idiot?” you snap.

“Might be.” 

You sob even harder into his chest. “Why would you do this?”

Your question makes his heart race. “I wanted something better for Jujutsu society.”

You shake your head at him disapprovingly. “Why’d you have to go about it this way?”

“I don’t know Y/N," he sighs. "Does it make a difference?”

You scoff, raising your head to glare at him. “Of course it does, you idiot! You left! and had a hit placed on you! Why couldn’t you have just stayed?” You sob, letting your head fall back onto his chest. “Why couldn’t you have wanted me as much as you wanted this? Why couldn’t... Why couldn’t you have wanted me as much as I wanted you?”

“Y/N,” he coos regretfully, as if he doesn’t know what to say, which he doesn’t. He did want you, and he’d even go as far as saying he wanted a better jujutsu society for you so you wouldn’t have to live your days slaving away for the non-sorcerers. “Y/N, look at me.”

You shake your head and screw your eyes shut, not wanting to look at him. You don’t want to see your first and only love withering away right in front of you.

“Y/N, please look at me.”

“I-I can't."

“Y/N, open your eyes.”

The demandingness dripping from his voice has your head shooting up to look at him and your eyes opening wide, but as you open them, you’re not met with an actively dying Getou; you're met with a sunny and flower-filled meadow? You move to wipe your tears, but your face is dry. You blink a few times, trying to take in your new surroundings, given that a moment ago you were just in a dark alley and now you're sitting on a blanket in a field under a glowing sun.

“Y/N?” Someone speaks from beside you.

Your attention is drawn to the person. “Getou?” 

He smiles at you.

“Getou, where are we?” you ask, now starting to slightly panic.

He looks at you in confusion. “We’re on our date?”

Your chest heaves up and down, and you're more confused than ever. “Huh? But- We-“ 

“We what?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“We were just behind Jujutsu High; you were missing your arm, and-"

Getou scoots in closer to you and cradles your face in his hands. The feeling of a warm, full-of-life Getou touching you brings tears to your eyes all over again.

“Woah, woah, love, calm down. What are you talking about? Jujutsu High? Me missing an arm?”

“You don’t remember?” You croak out, distraught, and slightly convinced that you’re going crazy.

“Remember what, love?” he asks softly.

You stare at him in disbelief. “The fight—you wanted a better jujutsu society, and you tried? You lost your arm! You were dying; I saw you! I was there with you! You were covered in blood and-“ 

Getou gently wipes your tears away. “Love, that didn’t happen. I’m here, yeah? and I have both my arms, and there was no fight for Jujutsu society? Whatever that means..."

You blink at him, dumbfounded. “What?” 

“It was probably just a bad dream, Y/N.” He smiles at you reassuringly.

“You don’t know about jujutsu society?”

“Am I supposed to?”

You stare at him in awe. What’s happening? How could he not know about jujutsu society when it was the very thing he was fighting for? But then again, how could he not be missing an arm? And how could the two of you not be in a dark alleyway right now? How could any of this be happening? Maybe he’s right; maybe it really was a bad dream. A very vivid, detailed, lucid, and lifelike bad dream.

“I guess not,” you respond with a frown.

Getou wipes away your last few tears and smiles at you. “You’re okay; I’m okay. We’re okay. It was just a bad dream, love.”

“Yeah,” you say haltingly, "yeah, I guess it was..."

“Are you okay now?”

You nod as you take one of his hands off your face and into your own. “Yeah, I think so... Um, where are we, Getou?”

“On our weekly date?” He answers curiously as he removes his other hand from your face.

You look around at your surroundings curiously. “In the middle of a forest?”

“This is your favorite place, Y/N,” he says, quizically.

As you take another glance around, you hum, not necessarily agreeing or disagreeing. “I can see why; it’s beautiful here.”

He raises his free hand and grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Y/N, are you okay? How come you don't remember?”

You look into his eyes, and something doesn't feel right—as if you're not meant to be here—but you digress and shrug anyway. “I don't know...”

He frowns briefly before leaning in and giving you a quick peck on the lips, and you practically melt, having not felt his lips on yours for far too long.

“That's alright. We can still make the most of the rest of our day, right?”

You nod, and he smiles at your response, letting go of your face and hand to open his arms to you, inviting you into his embrace. You return the smile before laying yourself in his arms, trying to ignore the rising feeling that something is wrong, but you can't because the minute your head touches his chest, you're thrown into a moment, a memory, a dream? where you're back in the alley with your head on a bleeding-out Getou, and it's just for a split second, a flash in time, but it's enough to make you go stiff and your breath hitch.

Getou rubs his hand down your back soothingly. “Hey, what's wrong?”

You swallow harshly and try to concentrate on the green scenery in front of you rather than whatever you keep seeing. “Nothing, I'm fine. It's fine.”

Getou places his head on top of yours. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I am.”

He hums disapprovingly but doesn't press the issue any further; instead, he just runs his hand up and down your spine in an attempt to calm you down, which works as you begin to relax into his embrace and regain control of your breathing.

“What do we usually do here?” you ask, breaking the silence.

He shrugs. “Usually just talk about our days, our future plans, and stuff like that.”

You hum. “Is it nice?”

“Very nice; I like spending our days together.”

“I do too,” you correct yourself, “or I'm sure I did too.”

Getou doesn't say anything; instead, he lays himself down and, since he's holding you, takes you with him. You sigh contentedly and let your eyes flutter close, the sun and his hold keeping you warm. Suddenly, even with your eyes closed, you can tell it's getting brighter outside, and you groan. You’re about to ask what's up with the sun when a shooting pain in your head causes you to wince. Your heartbeat rings in your ears, and you can feel your hands grow clammy.

You feel unstable, as if you're no longer on the ground being held, as if you're floating through time and space, and the uncertainty forces your eyes open, but you're not met with anything—no, that's not right, you're met with everything, glimpses of time that you can barely make out. One moment you see Getou at an alter, and then you see you and Getou nodding to each other in determination, and the next glimpse is of you, Getou, Gojo, and Shoko laughing about something before you’re hit with another shooting pain in your head. Screwing your eyes shut, you hiss in pain, and all too suddenly, you're back on stable ground, no longer floating, and the brightness you could see through closed eyes a moment ago is gone.

You still hesitate to open your eyes, unsure of what you'll see, but when you can just barely make out that you're not where you were before, your eyes shoot open. You're now standing in the doorway of what appears to be the room of two teen girls, and Getou is sitting at a vanity staring at you; his hair and make-up are done, and he's frowning. Despite your confusion about where you are, you can't help but burst out into a fit of laughter.

He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Oh haha, yeah, keep laughing.”

You slap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laughter. “What happened?”

He crosses his arms over his chest and looks away, mumbling, “Our daughters thought I would make a very good model, apparently.”

You go to laugh again, but it hits you, and you look at him like he's crazy. “Sorry, daughters?”

He returns the look. “Yes? Our kids?”

You look away, muttering to yourself, “We have kids...”

You didn't mean for him to hear it, but he does anyway and instantly stands up and makes his way toward you. He grabs your shoulders, drawing your attention to him, and when you look at him, he's staring back at you in concern.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You want to take him seriously, but truthfully, you can't when he’s wearing bright pink lipstick and bright pink eyeshadow. He does look cute, though. You try to bite back a smile.

“I'm sorry, but I can't take you seriously when you look like that.”

Getou sighs. “I know I look amazing. Can you try to ignore my beauty for like five seconds and tell me why you’re acting like you don't remember our kids?”

You frown. What are you supposed to tell him? That you're apparently having nightmares upon nightmares about different lives with him? And now you're not sure what's real and what's not? You can't say that, so instead you shrug and merely mutter, “You do look amazing like that, though.”

His head drops to the side at the same moment that his smile fades. “Y/N.”

“I don't know.”

“You don't know?”

“Some really weird shit is going on, Getou,” you breathe out heavily.

He doesn’t say anything, instead grabbing your hand and leading you to one of your apparent kids' beds, where he sits you down.

“What’s going on?”

“I don't know, and you wouldn't know either so,” you explain vaguely in frustration.

He gives your hand a squeeze. “Maybe I would?”

You shake your head. “I don’t wanna waste time on that; I don't know how long I have here.”

“What?” he asks blankly. “What do you mean you ‘don't know how long you have here’?”

“Getou,” you whine, not wanting to think or talk about it because you wouldn't even know where to start; all you want is to learn about this new nightmare and what it holds.

He relents. “Okay, I won't ask.”

You smile at him and let a moment of silence pass before asking, “What are they like?”

“Huh?”

“Our kids—daughters.”

Getou hums. “They’re great; we raised them well.”

“They are especially great at making you a model, huh?” you snicker. 

He laughs and rolls his eyes. “Oh whatever, you're just jealous they never make you model.”

You shrug. “What are their names?”

“Well, we were gonna keep the names they had when we adopted them, but they ended up not having any names at all, so we settled on Nanako and Mimiko.”

You stare at him in awe. “Did you pick the names out?”

“We both did,” he recalls fondly and vividly, as if it were just yesterday that the two of you were picking out names.

“And we are...?”

He kisses your cheek before answering, “Married—we’re married.”

You hum and raise your left hand, your gaze fixed on your ring finger. “I don't see a ring?”

He hums curiously. “You were wearing it this morning? Maybe you dropped it somewhere?”

You nod. “Yeah.. Maybe..”

Getou doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t know what to say. What could he? His partner of multiple years suddenly has some form of amnesia and can't remember that they have kids, let alone that they’re married to him. You turn to face Getou. He looks like Getou—like the Getou you know, who apparently was merely a nightmare. Besides all the makeup and stuff, he looks like Getou. He says he’s Getou, but something just feels off.

“Are you real?”

He nods. “Very real.”

You look around the room, taking in the messy vanities, the messy beds, and the drawers stuffed with clothes. “Are our kids real?”

“Extremely real.”

You study his face for any hint of uncertainty, and when you find none, you ask, “Am I real?”

He narrows his eyes at you and hums curiously. letting go of your hand only to bring both hands up to your face and start smooshing your face together, pushing and pulling at the flesh on your cheeks.

“Getou,” you mumble.

He hums approvingly and nods, letting his hands fall back to his sides. “Yep, you’re real.”

You smile at his idiotic antics but appreciate them nonetheless. And although you can touch him and feel him, and he is real, as are you and your kids, it still doesn't seem real. And then, all too suddenly, your head starts throbbing again.

“Fuck no, not again,“ you panic.

“Y/N? whats wrong-“

You can't hear what he’s saying anymore; it's like you've gone underwater and he's speaking to you from the surface. Another shooting pain in your head has your eyes screwing shut, and you know you're fucked when all you can hear is your heartbeat ringing in your ears and feel your hands grow clammy all over again. You’re back to feeling unstable, drifting between time and space once more, and just like last time, the uncertainty of the feeling forces your eyes open, and you're faced with everything again—more glimpses in time that you can barely make out.

One moment you think you see yourself back at the beginning on Getou’s cold chest, and then you see yourself and Getou covered in blood, and you're not sure if it's yours or someone else's, and the next glimpse you see is of Getou on your cold chest, like your roles had been reversed, before you’re hit with another shooting pain in your head. Screwing your eyes shut, you wince in pain, and finally you're back on solid ground again, no longer floating, and the brightness you could see through closed eyes a moment ago is gone. This time you don't hesitate to open your eyes, and you find yourself in a cemetery.

You look around curiously, trying to assess your surroundings while simultaneously trying to recover from whatever just happened. But you're starting to realize something now. All of this is real. You laying on Getou’s chest was real; having a picnic with a perfectly fine Getou in a world where curses apparently don't exist was real; having kids and marrying Getou was real; and all of those little bits of time in between each new life were real. All of it was real—is real; all of it happened—is happening; it just didn't happen to you specifically. Not this version of you, at least. You’ve realized that you’re experiencing different universes and living alternate lives of your own. You didn’t think alternate universes existed, but it's not too hard to accept when the world you live in—the world you belong to—is riddled with curses and sorcerers. You are not above believing in alternate dimensions.

Finally over your sudden epiphany, you're able to realize that you weren't immediately met with Getou like you had been the past two times you got transported into another dimension. As you put the pieces together, a grave feeling washes over you—no Getou, and you’re in a cemetery. You swallow harshly.

No, no, no.

You start running around the cemetery, inspecting each and every headstone, and praying to the universe(s) that you aren't about to find one that reads his name.

No, no, no.

You keep running, the cemetery seemingly interminable, until you run up behind someone who looks suspiciously a lot like Getou, and when you hear him murmur under his breath, you sigh heavily in relief that it is him, but why is he here? You tilt your head and try to look around him to read the gravestone.

“What the fuck?” you exclaim, stunned.

Getou spins around faster than you can even blink, and he almost chokes on his spit. “Y/N?” His chest heaves up and down as he shifts his gaze between you and the gravestone. “But-but-how-you’re-“

“Dead apparently,” you say, finishing his sentence as you stare at the gravestone that reads, "HERE LIES L/N Y/N."

He stares at you, completely bewildered, and you can see him trembling. “How—how are you here?”

Will something bad happen if you tell him this isn't your universe and there are actually multiple universes out there? Who knows, but you’re about to find out.

“I'm not, well, I'm not supposed to be.”

He shakes his head and closes his eyes. “I'm just hallucinating; you’re not real.”

His reply breaks your heart. “I am real.”

“You’re not.”

You step forward, taking his hand in yours. “I am.”

He finally opens his eyes back up, and he stares at you through tears, completely amazed that you're here, that you're actually touching him, and that you're actually alive and real.

“I don't—I dont understand—you're dead!” He stammers, yanking his hand from yours, and as he breaks out into full-on sobs at this point, he’s reminding you an awful lot of yourself in your own world.

You nod slowly. “In this universe, it seems so... how?”

“What?” he stutters. “This universe?”

You ignore his question. “How did I die, Getou?”

He shakes his head sternly. “No, I'm not saying anything until you explain what you meant. What if you’re a curse? What if I cursed you, holy fuck? Fuck!”

“Okay, curses still exist in this universe; good to know,” you acknowledge with a nod.

Getou snaps, “What are you talking about!?”

You flinch, which only makes him sob harder.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap—I'm just so fucking confused; you're supposed to be dead,” he bawls as he falls to his knees.

You take another step closer and kneel down, drawing him into your embrace and letting him sob into your chest for as long as he needs, ignoring the horrible feeling of deja vu crawling all over you like worms.

“Shh, you're okay,” you whisper, soothingly brushing your fingers through his hair.

He finally starts to calm down after a few more minutes of whispering sweet nothings to him, and once he’s no longer sobbing, he pulls away.

“Answer my question, and I'll answer yours,” he says through sniffles.

You nod. 

“What were you talking about, universes? How are you here, Y/N? You’re dead—or you’re supposed to be...”

“Do you believe in alternate or multiple universes?”

He shrugs and wipes away any remaining tears. “I don't know; I never really thought about it.”

You hum and nod. “Right, so, uh, they exist! There are a lot of universes out there, actually." You let out an uneasy laugh.

He stares at you curiously.

“Obviously, I'm not from this universe.”

He continues staring at you.

“Oh, cmon, curses exist, but you draw the line at alternate dimensions?”

Getou frowns and says, “I guess you’re right... So you’re from a ‘different dimension’?”

You point a finger at him, narrowing your eyes. “Don't air-quote me like you don't believe me; how else would I be here right now if I were supposedly dead?”

“I don't know; that's what I'm trying to figure out!” he exclaims, gesticulating wildly.

“Can you just humor me and hear me out?”

He takes a deep breath before ultimately agreeing, “Okay, fine.”

You clasp your hands together. “Okay, um, in my universe, you’re dead.”

“What?!”

You shake your hands and your head. “Ok, no wait! You’re not dead yet, but, uh, you were like on the verge of death when I got put into another universe.”

He looks at you in disbelief. “And you just left me?!”

“It wasn't on purpose! Why would I want to leave you when you’re dying? I don't know how I ended up here! or in the last two other universes!”

He stops you and asks, "Okay, okay, wait—how am I dying?”

You look away awkwardly. “You wanted to change jujutsu society in… a not-so-friendly way... And, um, you were willing to die for your cause.”

“I'm dying the same way you did?”

You return your attention to him. “What?”

Getou nods. “Yeah.”

You shake your head. “What do you mean you're dying the same way I did?”

“In this universe, you’re the one who wanted to change jujutsu society in a... not-so-friendly way,” he explains sheepishly.

“Holy shit,” you mutter to yourself.

He nods again. “So, in yours, our roles are reversed.”

“And I'm dead already? I didn't even last as long as you?”

“Well, yeah, I guess," he shrugs, "but it worked; there hasn't been a curse, at least not a special-grade one, since you died." His eyes gleam as he looks up at you. “Did I succeed?”

You bite the inside of your cheek anxiously and shake your head.

“I'm dying for nothing, then?”

You look away and mumble, “My Getou is okay with it; he knew he might fail—he knew Gojo was the only one who could probably change anything—but he still wanted to try.”

“Okay, well, this—” he gestures to himself, “Getou isn't okay with it.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, well, you’re also still alive, so it doesn't really affect you that much, now does it?”

“Still! You just told me one version of myself is dead—or dying—and I'm supposed to be chill with that?”

You stare at him blankly. “Your version of me is dead.”

Getou grows quiet, and you can almost physically see how his demeanor wilts away.

“Sorry.”

“It's fine,” he says, shaking his head. “You said you were in two other universes before this one, right?”

You nod. 

“What were they like?”

You smile as you think back on the previous universes: “We were both alive and happy, and we were together in them.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... and curses didn't exist either.”

“Huh,” he says ambivalently, like he's not sure whether to be happy for his other selves or be bitter that that isn't him. “Tell me more?”

“In the first one, we were actually on a date in some forest that I apparently loved.”

He stares at you wide-eyed, completely engrossed in your retellings.

“In the second one, we were married.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “Really?”

You nod. “We even adopted two daughters.”

“What were they like?” he wonders, enamored by some alternate universe of you two.

“I'm not sure; I didn't get to meet them,” you confess meekly. “But I know their names were Nanako and Mimiko, and they loved doing your hair and makeup. You adored them, and I'm sure I adored them too.”

He nods wistfully. “In your universe, were... were we together?”

“For a bit.” You look away sadly. “We broke up when you, uh, went off and wanted to-“

“Change jujutsu society,” he chimes in.

“Yeah... How'd you-“

“Same thing here, just roles reversed, remember?” He laughs sadly.

You nod. “Did you still love me? even after I'd gone off and did what I did?”

“I did. I do,” he quickly corrects himself. “Did you?”

“I still do.”

The two of you sit looking away from each other in glum silence. It's hard to stay upbeat about your happy alternate selves when your actual selves are currently dying or dead.

“Kinda feels like we got the short end of the stick, don't you think?” Getou mumbles softly.

“Huh?”

“Well, I mean, there are no curses in those universes, and we’re both alive and happy, but in ours we’re dead?” he elaborates.  

You nod reluctantly. “Well yeah, but I don't know; I guess it's kinda nice to know that it worked out in at least one universe.”

“Don't you wish it worked out in ours?”

“Of course I do, Getou; what kind of question is that?" you scoff. "You think I want to go back to my universe just to watch you die?”

“Well,” Getou pauses, turning to face you, “what if you don't go back?”

Your gaze zeroes in on his. “What?”

“What if you stay?…”

You abruptly stand up and chuckle uncomfortably. “Getou-“ your sentence is cut short by an echo of your name that only you seem to hear because you're the only one gazing in the general direction it seemed like it came from.

Getou joins you on your feet and follows your stare, but when he realizes you aren't staring at anything, he returns his sight to you.

“Think about it.”

His voice snaps you out of your trance, and you look back at him with a small frown.

“I'm practically dead in your universe, and you're dead in mine, but we’re together right now!" he says, taking your hand in his. "Maybe the universe put you into mine for a reason— so we don't have to go back to one where we’re not together…”

You struggle to swallow; your mouth suddenly goes dry as Getou stares at you in full, unadulterated hope, and you can't bring yourself to say anything to crush that.

“Y/N, wouldn't that be nice?”

You nod and murmur, “It would.”

“Then?” he asks expectantly.

Someone calling out your name echoes in your head again, and you quickly look down the street to now see a small, bright light in the distance, and you know your time here is soon coming to an end.

“I... I can't stay, Getou.”

His voice cracks as he panickedly asks, “Why?”

"Because,” you explain with a shake of your head, “I'm not your Y/N, and you're not my Getou.”

“I could be,” he says confidently, or he would have if it weren't for the way his voice trembled.

Your vision goes blurry from the tears welling up in your eyes as you shake your head.

“We could try!”

You sniffle and reiterate, “I can't stay.”

“Please,” he begs through his sobs. “Please, we can make it work.”

You look away from him, trying to fight back your tears, but it's futile; you’re a complete mess, just like he is now. “No.”

His hands shake as he grips your face and forces you to look at him. “Y/N, please, I'm begging you.”

“I cant.”

“Don't leave me again.”

The same voice calling out your name echoes in your head again, this time louder, and the bright light is getting bigger and closer.

“I don't want to go back to a universe where you’re just gonna leave me either, but,” you sob, weakly clinging onto the wrists of his hands that are still on your face.

“So stay.”

You shake your head and take his hands off your face. “I won't.”

Getou’s head goes limp and drops as sobs shake his entire body, and you can't help but think that's exactly how you'll look when you return to your universe and have to deal with the death of your Getou.

“Please,” he pleads.

You're both in tears as you lift his head up by his chin to look at you. The voice calling your name echoes even louder, and the bright light is getting closer by the second.

“You’re not my Getou, and I'm not your Y/N.”

He nods reluctantly. “I know, but...“

The bright light is only a few feet away at this point, and the voice echoing in your head is so loud that it's giving you a migraine—you know this is your last few minutes, if that, in this universe, so you lean in and take Getou’s lips into yours—a goodbye kiss for a Getou who you'll never see again, a goodbye kiss for a Getou who desperately needs one when he never got one from his y/n. You pull away and cradle his cheek gently.

“I have to go say goodbye to my Getou now; I think he’s waiting for me.”

He nods. “If he’s anything like me, he’ll want a goodbye kiss too.”

A faint smile tugs at your lips. “I know.”

Getou doesn't get the chance to respond when you're suddenly gone—completely vanished right before his eyes.

You, on the other hand, are back again, feeling unstable as you float through time and space, and again, the uncertainity of the feeling forces your eyes open, but this time you're met with only one thing—the image of you on your Getou’s chest. With every passing second, it grows closer, as does his voice calling out for you, and before you know it, you're back in your body, looking up at him with a gasp.

“Y/N?” he asks weakly.

You're still in tears from the previous universe as you now pull him into your embrace.

He winces, and you quickly let go of him. “Sorry.”

He smiles at you with blood in his mouth and teeth. “It's okay.”

You have to force yourself to look away to try and choke back a sob, but Getou notices immediately and slowly lifts up his remaining hand to cradle your cheek.

“It’s okay, Y/N.”

You nod. “I know.”

“You’ll be okay.”

“I know,” you croak out.

“Kiss me?” He asks out of breath, knowing he doesn't have much longer.

You don't hesitate to lean in and kiss him, ignoring how it tastes like blood and tears as well as how cold his lips feel. You ignore it because he's kissing you back. He’s kissing you with all the power his frail body can muster, and it makes up for all the years, months, weeks, days, minutes, and seconds that your lips haven’t touched. But just as quickly as he kisses you, he stops, but it's gradual; he gradually stops kissing, moving, and breathing. It doesn't take long for it to get to that point, and even when he's not kissing back, you still kiss him with some fairy-tale hope that it will bring him back, that your kiss will somehow save him, like he's Snow White and you're Prince Charming. But it doesn't.

It doesnt.

You pull away to look at Getou, whose eyes are glazed over but not closed. You sob as you reach up to close his eyes, only to let your head fall against his chest. He’s so cold. Too cold. That's why you have to stay there on top of him to keep him warm. You'll stay there all night if you have to. But you don't even get the chance to stay there for longer than a few minutes when someone suddenly pulls you off of him, and you look over your shoulder to see Gojo, who's crying as well.

“He’s gone, Y/N.”

"I know," you sniffle, “I know.”

Gojo helps you up to your feet, his hand on your waist to keep you steady as he leads you away from Getou’s body. The further you get from it, the harder you cry.

But it's okay. It’ll be okay because, even though you lost Getou in this universe, you’ll eventually be able to come to peace with it knowing that in a hundred, a thousand, and even a million other universes, you and Getou are living happily ever after.

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

[justabigassnerd]

I'm Right Here

Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader

Word count - 3,515

Warnings - mentions of kidnappings, angst, but mostly fluff/comfort

Summary - You wander off during Maverick's volleyball match sending both you and him into a panic

A/N - it's a Maverick fic y'all!!!! I really enjoyed getting to explore what Mav would be like as a father, especially during the events of '86 Top Gun and I've also learnt that writing Goose and Mav's dynamic is my new favourite thing I love them. This was a request I was sent in and I hope I did it justice! I also just wanna say that watching the volleyball scene back showed me that they weren't actually on the beach so I set it kinda near the beach but not at the beach if that makes sense? Anyways I'll stop rambling now. As per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!

“Alright squirt, are you ready to see me and Uncle Goose beat Ice and Slider in volleyball?” Maverick asks with a grin as he scoops you up, making you squeal happily as you hug your dad tightly.

“Uncle Ice!” You cheer happily, excited at the thought of seeing Iceman. Maverick chuckles lightly at your words.

“You’re well on your way to breaking Goose’s heart, darling.” Maverick laughs before pressing a kiss to your temple. Since moving to Miramar to attend Top Gun, you’d decided Iceman was one of your new favourite people and Maverick saw how Ice looked out for you and appreciated it, regardless of their rivalry. Now, it meant that Goose was facing competition for the title of best uncle and Maverick thought it was hilarious.

“Let’s make sure we have everything packed so we can go to the beach once we’re done.” Maverick says and the second the beach is mentioned, you’re squirming to get out of his arms to gather the things you want to take with you to the beach. Maverick grabs a bag and lets you pack what you want while he packs some food to take to the beach. Once the bag is packed, Maverick helps you put your shoes on and as he straightens up and slings the bag over his shoulder, a knock at the door rings out.

“Hey, Goose.” Maverick greets his RIO with a smile as he opens the door.

“Hey, Mav.” Goose beams, giving Maverick a high-five as you notice Goose’s presence.

“Uncle Goose!” You yell excitedly, running to him as quickly as your legs could take you.

“Hey, pipsqueak! How’s my favourite Mitchell doing?” Goose says as he picks you up when you hold your arms up. Goose laughed when he saw Maverick’s narrowed eyes at his question.

“Those are brave words coming from someone whose position of favourite uncle is being threatened by Iceman.” Maverick says cockily as he slips his aviators on and grabs his keys before he brushes past Goose to exit the house, leaving Goose shocked as you giggled at his expression. Maverick would usually take his motorbike to the volleyball court but with you coming too he opted to walk instead. He didn’t live too far from the court and Goose offered to walk with you, so it was decided that the trio would walk.

“Mav is that- y/n, you prefer Uncle Goose to Iceman, right?” Goose asks desperately, maybe too desperately given that he was begging for approval from a three-year-old but being your godfather and had been your favourite uncle since you were born, he was willing to fight to hold on to that title.

“I love Uncle Goosey!” You say with a grin, making Goose nod in approval as he follows Maverick down the path.

“And I love Uncle Ice.” You admit which makes Maverick double over laughing when Goose’s smile drops from his face instantly. He quickly recovers and smiles at you once more.

“You’re going to break hearts when you’re older.” Goose says with a chuckle as you gesture that you want to be put down.

“We are not thinking about that Goose, stop talking.” Maverick says quickly, covering Goose’s mouth to stop him from talking any more. You were barely three years old, and Maverick was already dreading the day you’d grow up and start dating. As the three of you walked to the volleyball court, you kept running ahead, distracted by your surroundings and as Maverick turned his attention back to you, he found you almost wandering off.

“y/n/n, come here please!” He calls for you and you run right back to him. Maverick knelt down just before you reached him and he took your small hands in his.

“You can’t wander off, sweetheart, okay? Make sure you’re always in my sight, or Uncle Goose’s. Does that sound okay?” Maverick asks, his eyes searching yours as you nod.

“Okay, daddy.” You say with a large Cheshire cat grin that Maverick can’t help but mirror. Maverick then stands up to his full height and takes your hand once more, continuing the walk. When the three of you reach the court, you see Iceman and immediately, run up to him, demanding you get a hug as you greet him and of course, Iceman complies. As Iceman gives you a hug, Slider gives you a high-five, both men doting on you as Maverick puts the bag down and takes his jacket and top off, ready to play volleyball.

“Iceman, Slider, I thought we were here to play volleyball not to fawn over my kid.” Maverick calls over to the two as he puts his shirt and jacket on the bleachers that the bag is sitting next to.

“Don’t be jealous just because you’re not the centre of attention, Maverick.” Slider taunts as Iceman places you back on the floor, letting you run back over to Maverick who scoops you up and sits you on the bottom bleacher, next to the bag and his shirt and jacket.

“You stay right here and guard my stuff okay kiddo?” Maverick asks with a smile as Goose ruffles your hair lightly. You nod at Maverick’s words and attempt to slide Maverick’s jacket on, both of you laughing at the sheer size of it compared to you.

“It’ll fit you one day, kid.” Maverick grins, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he and Goose cross to the court to begin the match against Iceman and Slider.

At first, you watched the match diligently. You laughed when your dad and Goose would happily celebrate scoring a point with a double high-five. Your attention slowly slipped away from the match and onto your dad’s jacket you since had taken off, tracing the images on the patches until something fluttered past you, tearing your attention away from the jacket completely. You see a small bird staring at you, head tilting as it flicks its tail. Entranced by the bird you hopped off the seat and walked towards it. The bird fluttered away slightly before landing back on the ground again, turning back to face you and flicking its tail once more, seemingly instigating a game of cat and mouse. You continue to follow the bird, giggling as it flies a few meters away and yet still turns to see if you are following it. After a while, you and the bird came to a standstill, staring at each other and as you waved at it, the bird hopped a little closer to you, inspecting you curiously as it chirped, flicked its tail once more and then finally took off into the sky. You watched it fly high into the sky, waving goodbye at it as it joined its fellow birds who soared in the sky with it. When you finally tore your eyes away from the birds in the sky, you looked around you and had a sudden and horrible realisation that you had no idea where you were, or where your dad was.

Back at the volleyball court, the aviators had just wrapped up their match, with Iceman and Slider securing a strong victory as they celebrated loudly. Maverick had grumbled about how he was going to beat Iceman and win the Top Gun trophy to prove that this volleyball match meant nothing. When he approached the bleacher to grab his shirt and jacket so he could go to the beach with you and Goose where you’d meet with Carole and Bradley. When he reached the bleacher, he noticed that you were nowhere to be seen. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked around as he pulled on his shirt and tugged his jacket on, the panic in his eyes hidden by his aviators.

“Goose, have you seen y/n?” Maverick says when he senses the presence of his RIO, turning to face him. Maverick’s worry only increases when Goose shakes his head.

“Last time I saw her you sat her here before the match.” Goose’s response made Maverick’s breath hitch in his throat. He felt panic rising within him as he looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of you somewhere. Having heard Maverick’s panicked breaths, Goose placed his hands on his pilot's shoulders, getting Maverick’s focus on him.

“Mav, we’re going to find her, okay? She can’t have gotten far. We’ll find her.” Goose said reassuringly. As a father, Goose understood Maverick’s panic. There was one time Goose lost sight of Bradley in a store and Goose nearly had an aneurysm thinking someone had taken him. Thankfully, he found Bradley in the sweet aisle, his little hands grabbing at as many colourful packets as he could. Goose had never felt a relief quite like finding Bradley again and he scooped his son up in his arms and held him tight, instructing him to never do that again. Iceman and Slider, noticing the panic between Maverick and Goose, came jogging over to the two after throwing their shirts on.

“What’s going on?” Iceman asks, eyebrow raised as he glances between Goose and Maverick as he tries to assess the situation.

“We can’t find y/n.” Goose says, hardly removing his focus from Maverick so he could focus on keeping Maverick from hyperventilating. At Goose’s words, Iceman and Slider exchanged a worried look before turning back to Goose.

“Come on Slider. We’ll look around for her.” Iceman says to Goose who nods quickly before resuming his focus on Maverick. The pilot and RIO duo take off in a random direction, calling your name and looking around for you or anyone who might’ve seen you. Meanwhile, Goose was still focusing on keeping Maverick with a clear head so he could focus on finding his daughter.

“Deep breaths, Mav. We can ask around while Ice and Slider look for her.” Goose says as Maverick takes his aviators off, wiping at his eyes fiercely.

“What if someone took her? Or she gets hurt? I can’t lose my little girl, Goose.” Maverick says worriedly, more tears working their way down his cheeks.

“We’ll find her. Come on, let’s ask around and see if anyone has seen what direction she went off in.” Goose says with a gentle smile, encouraging Maverick to follow him so the pair could ask fellow navy personnel if they had seen where you might’ve gone.

You were still confused and lost. You hadn’t moved from where you realised you were lost, too scared to move so you stayed put, bawling your eyes out as you hoped your dad would find you. There was no one around to help you. In your fear, you sat on the floor, not knowing what else to do other than cry.

“y/n! y/n, where are y-” Iceman cut himself off when you came into his line of sight. Your head shot up at hearing Iceman’s voice, but your cries didn’t slow.

“Ice!” You managed to cry out as the blond pilot ran over to you, kneeling down and assessing you for any injuries before you threw yourself into his arms, tears pouring down your face.

“Slider, go and get Maverick, now.” Iceman instructs his RIO as you bury your face in his shoulder. Slider nods and without hesitation turns to run back in the direction of the volleyball court to track down Maverick.

“I want my daddy.” You whimper into Iceman’s shoulder as he moves to hug you.

“I know sweetheart. Slider’s gone to find your dad, okay? They’ll be here soon.” Iceman whispers reassuringly, glancing around as if that would bring Maverick to you quicker. You hadn’t wandered massively far from the court, but Iceman understood that what is a simple path to him would not be the same to a three-year-old. After a couple of minutes of Iceman whispering words of reassurance and promising you that your dad is coming, Maverick appears with Goose and Slider hot on his heels.

“Daddy!” You cry out when you see Maverick, quickly wiggling out of Iceman’s arms and into Maverick’s as he bends down to pick you up, setting you on his hip as you cry against his shoulder. Maverick allowed tears of his own to fall as he let out a shuddering breath of relief when he felt your tiny arms wind around his neck.

“I got you; y/n/n. Daddy’s got you.” Maverick whispered as he pressed repeated kisses to your temple as you cried, clinging to him. Maverick’s free hand came up to rest on the back of your head, running a hand through your hair as you sobbed in relief.

“I was scared.” You whine, making Maverick’s heart break as more tears roll down his cheeks at your words.

“I know sweetheart. But I’m right here. I’m not letting you out of my sight again.” Maverick assures, squeezing you tighter before pressing more kisses to the side of your head. Just as Iceman and Slider went to leave, Maverick turned to face them.

“Thank you.” Maverick says to the two who nod their heads in acknowledgement at his words.

“No worries, Mitchell.” Iceman says, the two men now seeing each other in a whole new light. Iceman was now seeing a devoted father who would do anything for his daughter instead of the reckless and cocky aviator he saw at Top Gun. While Maverick was now seeing someone who dropped everything to look for a kid that wasn’t his and without being asked instead of seeing the man who lectured him after every training session for flying dangerously. After sharing a curt nod with Maverick; Iceman and Slider headed back to the volleyball court, leaving Maverick and Goose with you.

“I think we’re going to head home, Goose. Just let Carole and Bradley know we’ll catch up with them another day.” Maverick says to Goose who nods in understanding.

“No! I wanna see Brad!” You exclaim tearily when you hear what your dad says, pulling away to look your dad in the eye. Maverick raised an eyebrow curiously while he lifted a hand to wipe your tears away.

“We don’t have to go to the beach sweetheart.” Maverick says, worried that you’d either wander off again or felt you had to go just because Bradley was going too.

“I wanna see Brad and Auntie Carole.” You whine, burying your face in the crook of your dad’s neck as he looks over at Goose who shrugs.

“Your call, Mav.” Goose says, not wanting to intervene. Maverick turned his head to look at you as you pulled away again, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could as Maverick cursed internally. He could never say no to your puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, we’ll go to the beach with the others. But you are to stay in my sight at all times.” Maverick instructs, his expression conveying every ounce of seriousness that he could as you nod, understanding every word he said clearly. Maverick glances over at Goose and gestures for them to head back to the volleyball court to gather up the beach stuff before heading down to the beach. You refuse to let your dad put you down so Goose takes the bag and the three of you begin the short walk to the beach. When you reach the beach, Goose crosses to his wife quickly and captures her in a sweet kiss before sweeping Bradley up into a hug. Just as Goose puts Bradley down, he quietly explains to Carole what had happened earlier and she felt her heart break for the Mitchell’s knowing how terrifying the thought of losing a child was. Carole immediately moved to speak to Maverick as he attempts to lay out a beach towel while keeping you in his arms.

“Hey Mav, how’s she doing?” Carole asks sweetly as she helps Maverick lie out the towel and smiling at you as you wave at her.

“She’s pretty shaken up. I also feel like I gotta buy Ice’s drinks for the rest of his life for finding her.” Maverick admits with a slight chuckle as he moves to carefully sit down, freeing one of his hands to ease himself down.

“She’s not hurt physically either, thank god.” Maverick says as you settle yourself into his lap, your once teary eyes lighting up when you see Bradley come running over. Goose sets down another towel alongside Maverick’s and sits down on it, opening his arms and gesturing for Carole to sit in between his legs which she does with a laugh, snuggling back into his chest. Once Bradley has dropped his toys on his parent’s towel he launched at you for a hug, pushing you into Maverick as he dramatically fell onto his back, causing a pile of children on his chest as he wraps his arms around the both of you.

“Uncle Mav! y/n!” Bradley giggles, wrapping his arms around you in a hug you reciprocate a bright grin covering your face.

“Hey, kiddo.” Maverick says, ruffling Bradley’s hair as he swats at his hand, protesting loudly as you giggle. When Bradley finally clambers off, Maverick sits up, adjusting you so you’re sat in his lap once more as Bradley rushes to his parents, his little hands digging through Carole’s beach bag to find his bucket and spade.

“y/n, do you want to build a sandcastle with me?” Bradley asks, his eyes shining with glee as he grins at you. At first, you don’t respond, wrapping your arms around Maverick and cuddling into him.

“Oh, y/n might not be in the mood to build sandcastles right now, buddy.” Goose says, noticing your reaction and looking over at his son who looks between you and his dad curiously.

“Why not?” The five-year-old enquires, not understanding why you didn’t want to join in on building sandcastles.

“She’s just a bit tired, sweetheart. But you can build sandcastles if you want.” Carole says, smiling sweetly at her son.

“But it’s no fun without y/n.” Bradley whines, his bottom lip jutting out as he complains.

“Bradley, come on buddy, you have plenty of time to build sandcastles with y/n another day.” Goose says, trying to lighten his son’s dampening mood. Noticing Bradley insist that building sandcastles is better with you, you feel more in the mood to build sandcastles with Bradley. But you were also terrified to be out of your dad’s arms in fear he’d disappear and you’d be alone again. Maverick noticed you looking at Bradley and loosening your grip on him so he looked down at you with a gentle smile.

“You want to play with Bradley, sweetheart?” He asks, giving you the freedom to decide whether you wanted to or not.

“Yes, but I don’t want to be far away from you.” You admit, looking down at the towel and Maverick’s face softens as he moves to hook a finger under your chin to lift it so you’d look at him.

“I got an idea.” Maverick says with a small smirk. He shuffles forward on the towel until he’s right at the end of the towel, barely sitting on the towel. He then stands you on the sand, still holding your hand as he reaches his spare hand back to the bag to dig out your bucket and spade, handing them to you with a smile.

“Okay, take two steps forward.” He says and you do as he asks, looking back at him after each step to check he’s still there and to your relief he is, grinning at you.

“There we go! You’re doing so well! Now, hold your hand out towards me.” Maverick then instructs gently, waiting for you to do as he asked and when you do, he reaches out and takes your hand in his.

“See that? If you feel worried while you’re building your sandcastles you can just reach for me and I’ll grab your hand, yeah? But if it feels like too much you can always come and just cuddle and chill out with me.” Maverick says, making sure you know you have options as he speaks and to his joy, you nod and immediately kneel down in the sand with Bradley and begin making sandcastles.

“You’re good with her Mav.” Carole says with a smile as the parents watch their kids playing in the sand.

“This was a win-win for us. She didn’t want to be too far away from me and I wanted her in my sight. It seemed like the best solution.” Maverick shrugs as if what he did wasn’t a big deal, barely glancing Carole’s way as he focuses his attention on his daughter, waiting to see if you reach out for him. Every time you looked over at him to make sure he was still there, he was sure to send you an encouraging smile and took your hand whenever you asked for it. But mostly you were kept occupied by Bradley, the two of you building rows of sandcastles and decorating them as you happily chat with each other.

“Twenty bucks says these two get married when they’re older.”

“GOOSE!”

[lushrue]

ive really fallen in love with how you write the hockey au men. i need more, maybe of them watching reader skate a complicated choreography for the first time? (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ)

yeah absolutely! thanks for the request, anon! sorry this has sat for so long, i wanted to do it justice!

there might end up being a scene like this later in the fic (haven’t gotten the whole storyline planned out yet), but for sure reader’s nervous. there’s a lot of complicated jumps in there and some skills that they haven’t quite mastered yet. they’d be practicing at the rink almost every day, probably getting a little hard on themselves when they’re still trying to iron out the kinks in their routine. they wouldn’t let the boys watch them practice, except for gaz. he’s the least intimidating of the bunch to them, more concerned about the artistry than the technical execution. but having the others watch would put too much pressure on them, so the first time they all see it as a group is when reader competes it.

they sit on the bench, waiting with bated breath as you skate onto the ice. you’d told them about it, of course. you had to when they saw how stressed you were and demanded to know what was mucking up that pretty head of yours. the shaking of your hands didn’t go unnoticed by them as you struck your starting pose. simon caught the puff of your exhale, your chest visibly deflating. when the music started, they all tensed up, their eyes locked on you.

price would fully be in captain mode, watching you like a hawk for any missteps. he would see the missteps and grimace, as much as he tried to keep his expression encouraging. he’d have a list of critiques in his head running as you skated. lift the leg a bit more and your turn will be more stable. speed up a little going into that jump and you’ll have the momentum for one more rotation. but he’d never tell you any of it, not unless you asked. it came from a place of love, a desire to see you reach your full potential.

simon would be stoic, just in case you looked at him. he didn’t want to throw off your game, so he tried his hardest to blend into the crowd, act like he wasn’t even there. he still wasn’t quite sure if the four of them watching you added to your nerves (it did, just a little) and he didn’t want to be the reason you didn’t land a jump and injured yourself. but make no mistake, he held his breath every time your skates left the ice.

soap would be the most encouraging of all of them to look at, a smile plastered on his face as he watched you twirl and leap. you’d think the man had never watched figure skating before with the way he whooped and hollered every time you stuck what he perceived to be a difficult skill. he clapped loudly for you, his bonnie little skater. everything you did impressed him, and it gave you an added layer of confidence going into some of the more difficult sections of the routine.

gaz is fully the mom from mean girls. he’s doing the choreography along with you on the bench, but, like, the seated version. he’s also the one videoing the routine on his phone. (price mostly got the head of the person in front of him last time, soap was so loud that you couldn’t hear the music you were skating to, and simon would get so caught up in watching you that he’d forget to follow you with the camera and not just his eyes.) he gives you quiet praise when you successfully execute a difficult skill, hoping that you’ll watch the video back and hear how much he loved your routine.

regardless of their expressions during your skate, they’re the first on their feet when you finish, clapping and cheering loudly. when you find them after, price has a bouquet of flowers for you, soap’s grabbed you a hot chocolate from the concession stand, gaz helps you unlace your skates, and simon is there with his big burly arms to give you all the comfort in the world.

please please PLEASE send me more stuff like this, i eat this shit up

[clu-ven]

Heyaa , I hope you're taking good care of yourself before answering any of the asks! Make sure to stay hydrated always 😄

I have a small request for the bad batch (mainly Hunter). How would they react to a reader that is the mom friend ? Bonus points if she has a REALLY short pixie cut (hair almost buzzed).

I'm usually the mom friend and I'm really curious regarding this , if you feel comfy enough writing about it , headcanons , maybe even small fics of it? 💛

THE BATCH BAD WITH A READER WHO'S THE 'MOM FRIEND'

quick note: eeeek thank you for the request anon! But I'll be honest, I had no idea what a 'mom friend' was before this so I hope I did it justice! Also, because I spent so much time trying to figure out the characteristics of a mom friend (Have I overthought this? why yes, yes I have), I didn't touch on the short hair aspect but I can always do headcanons specifically for that if you'd like!

word count: 3.1k

HUNTER

Hunter isn’t sure what to make of you at first. Before you came along, he assumed if someone was nice to the Batch, it was because they wanted something from them.

But not you. 

You genuinely care about them and their safety. It’s unlike anything Hunter has ever experienced and honestly, it’s a little unsettling at the beginning. He doesn’t understand why you put so much effort into befriending a bunch of defective clones.

He’s cagey but once some time passes and he realises you genuinely care and this isn’t some façade, Hunter relaxes and embraces your role as the mom friend.

Hunter’s actually kinda relieved to have you around now. He’s still unsure if he can look after Omega properly but having you there to confide in is a big help. 

And although Hunter will always try his best to act tough and unfazed by things, he appreciates your keen eye and how you can always spot whenever he’s feeling overwhelmed.

...and now, a quick drabble...

Hunter’s been staring at the datapad for twenty minutes, hand pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighs to himself. In the two seats in front of him, Tech and Echo loudly bicker about whether the last mission was a trap or simply bad timing, and in the seat adjacent to Hunter, Wrecker flings Omega up into the air before catching her again… a routine they’ve been doing ever since the Marauder went into hyperspace. 

The mixture of Tech and Echo’s squabbling, Wrecker’s booming laugh and Omega’s squeal everytime she’s hoisted into the air is a recipe for disaster for the Sergeant. 

Picking up some spare blankets you spontaneously bought on the last planet you visited, you call out to Hunter. His head snaps up, though the second he sees you, his expression softens. “Can you bring these to the bunks for me? You can just leave them at the end of each one” you ask sheepishly.

With a sharp nod, he stands and with a few strides, Hunter is in front of you and taking the blankets. Lowering your voice so just he can hear, you say “Take all the time you need, I’ll get them to calm down… eventually”. A flicker of shock spreads across his face, surprised that not only did you notice his agitated demeanour but that you knew exactly what was causing it. 

Opening his mouth, Hunter wants to thank you, to put his hand on your shoulder and tell you how much this means to him but Omega lets out another shriek and he tenses.

Giving him a reassuring smile, you walk past Hunter and to the others. As Hunter makes his way to a quieter part of the ship, he can hear you trying to change the topic of conversation with Echo and Tech, hoping that’ll put an end to their bickering before offering Wrecker and Omega some spare Mantell Mix you had in an attempt to distract them from their noisy game. 

With a smile on his face, Hunter crashes on to his bunk, blankets covering his head as he wonders how he got so lucky to meet you.

TECH

Much like Hunter, Tech is dubious of you at first. You’re so quick to help them, to listen to their problems and care for them. Before this, the only other entity that’s ever aided the Batch is the Republic and well, we all know how that turned out.

Don’t be surprised if he ends up interrogating you, asking you a barrage of questions regarding what you hope to get out of this.

Kindness isn’t something they’ve come across recently so Tech’s sceptical of you.

But once Tech sees how you act around not only them but everyone else, he starts to understand that you’re simply caring by nature and not trying to scam them.

Before you came along, Tech would usually stay up working until he fell asleep hunched over a table or else he would opt to not sleep at all.

But now with you here, he knows it’s only a matter of time before you come along and usher him off to bed. At first, Tech thought this was annoying and a hindrance to his work but he gets used to it pretty quickly, finding it comforting that you always make sure he gets some rest.

...and now, another quick drabble...

It’s another late night for Tech. He doesn’t mind it, preferring to work in near silence (besides some snoring coming from the other room).  Working on a few adjustments to his helmet, Tech’s eyes flick between his armour and datapad, taking the time to simultaneously catch up on what the Empire has been up to recently. He’s not sure what time it is but judging by the deep sleep everyone seems to be in, he’s presuming he has another few hours until anyone wakes up.

When he hears some movement from the other room, Tech freezes for a second before relaxing once you come into view, a steaming cup in your hands. “You should be asleep” you whisper, tiptoeing closer to him. 

“So should you” he replies without missing a beat, resuming his work on his helmet. You sigh, setting the cup down on the desk. Peering over at the warm liquid, Tech questions “Caf?”.

“Tea,” you correct him “you can take it to bed with you, it should help you sleep”.

Tech doesn’t move, giving you a look that reads ‘seriously?’. Putting your hands on your hips, you bluntly state “You need to rest”.

“So do you” he quickly replies. You sigh. Sometimes you forget how stubborn he can be. 

“Well, I’ve actually gotten some sleep,” you shrug “and Echo’s supposed to be watching the ship while we’re in hyperspeed but he’s fast asleep so I’ll take watch instead”.

“That’s unnecessary, I’ll watch the ship and you can go back to bed“ Tech proposes but you fold your arms, shaking your head.

“No, you need sleep” you try your best to sound stern but it’s hard to act mad at Tech, especially when he’s trying to help.

He goes to speak again but you sigh, giving him a pleading look as you say “Tech, please… if you don’t sleep now then you’ll be overtired tomorrow and you won’t be able to think straight on our next mission and kriff, if you can’t think straight on a mission then we’re all screwed”. 

Slowly, Tech rises from his seat “You have a point”.

Picking up the tea, he gives you a wearily smile, suddenly feeling self-conscious over his stubbornness. “Thank you… for looking out for us, you’re caring nature isn’t something we’re used to” Tech tries to make eye contact with you as he speaks but he finds it hard, his face becoming flustered with his small confession. 

Returning the smile, you reassure him “Don’t worry about it, now go get some rest, you deserve it”.

WRECKER

Even in a galaxy full of backstabbers and criminals, Wrecker likes to see the good in people so he trusts you and takes your kindness at face value.

He quickly becomes attached to you, relishing in your caring nature and becoming very protective of you. You’re a breath of fresh air to Wrecker so Maker help anyone who tries to mess you with.

Wrecker knows how rare it is to find someone so gentle and caring and now that you’re here, he doesn’t want to let you go. 

Despite Wrecker being much larger and stronger than you, you make him feel safe and protected.

Although, Wrecker can be mischievous sometimes. He has no problem dragging you into an argument if he knows he’s losing, knowing you’ll put a stop to the bickering completely and he won’t ‘officially’ lose the argument.

He may have threatened his brothers a few times with the dreaded “I’m telling”. You’re respected by all of the Batch so the thought of getting into your bad books is enough to make them shut up and leave Wrecker be for a while.

...yet another quick drabble...

Boarding the ship, Wrecker calls out your name, hand on his head as he enters. You immediately look in his direction, getting up from your seat and making your way over to him with a concerned look on your face.

Before you can even ask what’s wrong, Wrecker groans “I hit my head… again”. Reaching up to get a better look at his injury, you gently touch his jawline as you examine the side of his head. Thankfully there’s no open wound and hopefully the pain won’t last long. 

“Do you need some food?” you ask, making Wrecker’s demeanour perk up ”You go rest, I’ll get you some blankets and a cup of water and-“.

Hunter cuts you off, boarding the Marauder next “He’s fine, he can do that himself”. Although you know Hunter is only saying this to make sure you’re good hearted nature isn’t being taken advantage of, you roll your eyes. 

“No he can’t, he’s injured!” you declare, removing your hand from Wrecker’s jawline and instead opting to rub his back. “Yeah, Hunter, I’m injured!” Wrecker repeats, his tone mimicking yours.

Not wanting a fight to break out, you glance over to Wrecker, giving him an unimpressed look. After seeing your expression, he goes back to groaning and holding his head. It’s pretty obvious Wrecker’s exaggerating this injury but you decide to play along, knowing he just needs some attention.

“Oh c’mon, he didn’t even complain about his head until he saw the Marau-“ Hunter scoffs but Wrecker interjects with another low whine, turning his attention to you as he speaks over the Sergeant “I think it’s getting worse, all this talking is many my head throb”. 

With a soft smile, you reply “Why don’t you go lay down, hm? I’ll follow you in a second, just let me go get some snacks for you first”.

Although Wrecker tries to keep up his exaggeration, he can’t hide his smile. Giving you a nod, he turns to head towards the bunks, making sure to give Hunter a smug look as he passes. “Wha- please tell me you saw that” Hunter runs his hand down his face.

You let out a small laugh, making sure you speak loud enough for Wrecker to hear as you give Hunter a wink  “Hey be nice to your brother, he’s hurt enough as it is and he doesn’t need you making his headache worse”. Hunter rolls his eyes but doesn’t intervene anymore. 

Once you’ve collected all of your snacks, as well as getting some drinks ready and picking up a holomovie, you follow Wrecker into the bunks, excited for the relaxing night ahead.

ECHO

Echo can be kind of distant with you sometimes. It’s not that he doesn’t like your caring tendencies but he doesn’t want to depend on you, scared it might seem like he isn’t able to do things himself.

He wants to help the Batch too and before you came along, he was seen as the responsible and very tired parental figure of the group.

So while he’s hesitant to let you mother him, he’s always there to take care of the others with you. You two are the parents of the group and honestly, you’re the best duo for it.

Echo has some walls up, hesitant of the roles being swapped and him becoming the one being cared for… but with some time, those walls will start to drop.

But until then, he’ll be your teammate. The both of you working together to take care of and worry about the others. 

Seriously, it’s scary how similar you and Echo think sometimes. Whether that be packing extra supplies or remembering how each member likes to have their caf.

...you guessed it, it's quick drabble time...

It’s always hard when the batch gets split up, one half staying while the others go on a mission. What makes it harder is that you’re on the side that has been told to stay put. 

According to Cid, it’s an easy job that doesn’t require that many people and that you should be happy you get some time to relax while Hunter and Echo go on the mission. But your mind doesn’t see it like that.

While the other’s hang back at Cid’s parlour, you walk with the other two back to the ship so you can properly see them off. “Have you got extra bacta patches on board?” you quiz Echo while Hunter picks up his pace, deciding it’s best to leave the parents of the group discuss supplies.

“Yes, we do” Echo nods.

“And bandages?” you question, nervously nibbling at your bottom lip “Cid didn’t really give us a lot of information on this job so it’s best to be prepared for anything”.

With the Marauder close by, Echo stops and places his hand on your shoulder, making you stop too. “It’s going to be fine,”  he says, his voice calm and comforting “we’re transporting nerf nuggets, even I don’t think much can go wrong with that”.

You sigh, knowing Echo’s right but still feeling anxious “Ok but be-“.

“Careful?” He raises an eyebrow at you, a cheeky glint in his eye.

You roll your eyes, already well aware of how predictable you can be. “Yes but seriously, keep an-“

“Eye out for troopers” he finishes your sentence again, letting his hand drop from your shoulder as he begins to climb the steps up to the Marauder.

“Ugh, fine, point proven,” you shake your head before remembering “oh and keep your-“

“Comm on in case of emergencies” this time Echo doesn’t even glance back at you when he says it, only stopping to look at you once he’s safely inside the door to the ship, revealing his mischievous grin.

Before closing the doors, Echo bids you a proper goodbye “I’ll see-“

“You soon?” You quickly interject, making Echo’s grin grow wider. As the steps to the Marauder begin to disappear into the ship’s mechanics and the door loudly starts to close, Echo calls out over the noise “You took the words out of my mouth!”.

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair has convinced himself he doesn’t need your help, your compassion or your company. Yet no matter how many times he tries to push you away or rebuff your kindness, you continue to be there for him.

Basically, you’re a complete enigma to him.

Crosshair’s kinda like a stray cat, subtly curious of you but too wary to accept your affections. Instead, he likes to simply watch your interactions with the others, slowly warming up to the idea of you also caring for him in the same way.

The one thing you do that is guaranteed to always make him smile is scold the others. You don’t do it too often but sometimes it’s necessary, especially when they fight over petty things. 

Crosshair is always by your side then, arms folded as he enjoys the entertainment of it all. And if things start to calm down, he makes sure to say a comment or two just to rile the others back up again.

But if he’s in an argument and you walk in? He knows better than to continue, usually rolling his eyes before stalking off to spend some time alone.

...quick drabble time: Crosshair edition...

Despite the mission being a success, it ended in another argument. You luckily missed the start of this argument, so you aren’t sure who’s done what or who’s angry at who but from the glares Crosshair and Hunter keep giving each other, you can make a few assumptions. 

You just arrive to the argument when it ends, catching the tail end of it as Crosshair storms past you, muttering something about loyalty.

Once Crosshair is out of earshot, the rest of the batch let out a collective sigh, equally annoyed and disheartened by the argument. “Do I even want to know what this is about?” you ask and judging by the look on Echo’s face, no, you don’t. Taking a deep breath, you turn on your feet, now facing the direction Crosshair stormed off in “I’ll go speak to him”.

It doesn’t take you long to find him, sitting on top of one of the large crates the Batch has been tasked with collecting and transporting back to base. He doesn’t look up when you approach, keeping his attention on the dirt staining his gloves. Hopping up beside Crosshair, you wait for him to speak.

“If you’re here to make me apologise, you’re wasting your time” he hisses.

You shake your head “I’m not here to do that, I just thought I’d keep you company”.

“I don’t need your company,” he snaps back.

You don’t reply. Whenever Crosshair gets into one of his moods, you understand he pushes people away and so you don’t take what he says to heart.  

Trying to shift the topic of conversation, you put your hand into your pocket. “Y’know the last time we were in Coruscant, I went to this place called Dex’s Diner. I heard some Regs talking about it so I thought I’d check it out,” you start, causing Crosshair to roll his eyes “the food was fine, nothing too fancy”.

“And why should I care about this?” he asks, raising his head so you can see his bored expression. While he’s still in one of his moods, you notice his tone isn’t as harsh, your sudden story somewhat disarming him.

“Well, on the tables they had a bunch of napkins and those little holders for straws, oh and they had these brightly coloured sauces ,” you ramble on “but they also had this bowl on each table and you’ll never guess what they were full of…”. 

Pulling your hand out of your pocket, you open your palm to reveal a bunch of toothpicks. Crosshair gazes down at your hand, his expression remaining neutral.

“I know they’re just toothpicks,” you shrug, unsure whether you should feel embarrassed or relieved by his lack of reaction “but when I saw them, I got excited because they made me think of you. And then I started wondering if you had enough toothpicks so I figured I should take some just in case you don’t”.

With your other hand, you pick out a toothpick and delicately place it on his leg, a satisfied smile on your face. You drop the other toothpicks into your pocket, jumping down from the crate “Anyways, I’ll leave you be now, just thought you might appreciate a toothpick”.

Crosshair stays silent as he watches you leave, waiting a few seconds to make sure you really are gone before taking the toothpick and putting it between his lips. With your words ringing in his head, a small smile begins to tug at his lips. 

He rolls the toothpick along his mouth, hoping that’ll hide his expression.  Sitting back on the crate, he closes his eyes, focusing all of his attention at what you said...

“they made me think of you”

[randomyuu]

there's a lover in the story, but the story's still the same

Ahh, don’t you love it when fear motivates your drawing mood? (not really)

That’s what I felt reading the scene that is drawn below. It’s fear for Yuuji but also feeling excited picturing an emotionless teen!Gojou so here I am. Always down bad for Vox’s Goyuu fics, aren’t I? *sighs*

Welp, here we go.

Title: there’s a lover in the story, but the story’s still the same

Author: @voxofthevoid

Second fic of the series there’s a lover in the story, but the story’s still the same

Pairing YuuGo, NSFW, please read the tags carefully before giving it a read... the usual drill ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

!!! SPOILER FOR THE FIC !!!

Highly recommend you guys to read them first. Or not, it’s up to you honestly :v

Usually I would gush about the fic but I’ve already done that under the fic itself so I just want you to know this comic is solely carried by me wanting to draw the ticking time bomb called teen!Gojou-post-discussion-with-adult!Ieiri. You could probably guess what they’re talking about :”)

The fear for Yuuji’s well-being started this, but Satoru’s cold eyes kept me going. I can’t get rid of it from my mind lmao

You can say drawing these kind of expressions is my jam   (￣▽￣)

I hope I did Satoru’s emotions justice haha

A bit of my thoughts and doodle below. Unhinged maybe, it’s midnight, I got more work to do after this, and my brain cells are barely hanging on. Haha I'm living the life-

I AM STILL REELING FROM THE FACT I MANAGED TO GET THIS DONE.

There are so many things I want to talk about in the process of making this. But after I typed it out, most of them sounded so unnecessary so I rewrote it a few times. I tried to make this as short as possible lmao

Typesetting and sketching are the roughest parts of this project. During these stages, I kept feeling everything I did wasn’t doing the scene enough justice, and it was frustrating. As I planned this project, I read a few doujins and noticed the font types scanlation teams use. There are so many of them, and each helped convey the tone of each image. Felt like crying when I realised I’m not knowledgeable enough to apply good typesetting, ngl. And then the interior design. Fuck, the frustration is so real. I am absolutely clueless about this kind of thing. Tracing lots of references because I have no perception of space makes me feel even worse. I knew first times rarely create a masterpiece, but I was not satisfied with my accomplishment and the feeling of failing to fulfil my own expectations hurt.

BUT.

Thank goodness most of the things I need to draw are Shouko, Yuuji and Satoru. Because dear g o d drawing them healed me. I found so much comfort in drawing Shouko’s long hair and Satoru’s eyes and drowning Yuuji in an oversized hoodie. The comfort zone of character drawing never feels so real lmaooo

Drawing them was so effective that I can look back at the backgrounds with acceptance. Hey, I did it! Not perfect just yet, but I did it!

Haha I feel like I’m losing my mind. I don’t know if it’s in a good way or a bad way. Guess I do have one or two screws loose.

Only for Yuuji lmao

(nah I just need sleep, or cooling down from the rush of having finished this)

It might come off as a surprise if you’ve only seen my art on Tumblr, but I’ve always preferred to draw feminine-leaning ladies. I’ve always loved drawing their curves, whether it’s the figure, the clothes, or the (long) hair. But I’ve grown to like drawing masculine gentlemen as well with their sharp edges and straight lines, and now my ladies start to look more androgynous lmao

Anyway, I was pretty stoked to be able to draw adult!Ieiri! I… I kind of miss drawing long hair so here have some more before you go on your day ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

[aquamarineglow]

Things I'd love to see in the Future of the Layton Series:

Some of these are unlikely, borderline impossible. But here's hoping Apollo may grant me the gift of prophesy on just one thing:

1. The rest of the Layton Games get a HD release on mobile.

This just makes sense! The original trilogy got a HD release, time for the prequels! And what if we get new cutscenes and content like Curious Village did? That would be amazing!

2. The entire series gets released on Switch.

This also makes sense. Since NWOS is releasing on the Switch, it makes sense to add the original games so new fans can play all of them! Especially since the Nintendo DS is dead. Rest in Peace. 💕

3. London Life gets a sequel/reboot and is available for all regions.

I've been playing London Life on an Emulator and it is so fun! It's a shame my region never got it!

My hope for the future is that if Spectre's Call gets a HD release, it will include London Life for everyone! But this version will include characters from Miracle Mask and Azran Legacy!

And here's a fun idea: what if befriending Dimitri Allen unlocks the ability to use his time machine! Unfortunately, it doesn't work perfectly; it can only take you twenty years into the future. So you can meet and befriend characters from Mystery Journey and Mystery Room!

4. Layton Brothers Mystery Room Sequel

It's been ten years since the mobile game was released and it's been largely ignored by Level 5. Until recently, with Alfendi's cameo in the anime, and then the manga series. It's clear that there's still love for this game. I think it's perfect time for Alfendi and Lucy to get the sequel they deserve! I'd love to see how they are doing!

5. Layton's Mystery Room Sequel/ Layton Mystery Detective Agency Season 2

I know Katrielle's game and anime wasn't the best received, but I think the series has a lot to offer! With the return of Layton and possibly an appearance from Alfendi, I believe the best is yet to come! Also, we still don't know the backstory of Sherl.

6. Lost Media gets found:

What is Professor Layton and the Phantom Thieves? What is Professor Layton Battle Royale? What is Professor Layton and the Deathly Mirror? I have no idea. But I'd like to know.

7. Roid Artwork

I don't know much about it, but I believe Level 5 had some kind of mobile app where, amongst other things, you received really cute artwork of various characters. Most of if the ones I've seen are poor quality, so I think it would be great if the Level 5 Twitter said, "check these out" and released HD images, including ones we've never seen before.

8. More Games

So, the original series was a trilogy. And the prequels were a trilogy. So what if NWOS is the first entry in a new trilogy, starring Luke in America! The Detective Triton Trilogy!

Also, it's been a while since Professor Layton's first and only crossover game. What about another? I don't know much about the Phoenix Wright series, but a crossover between Apollo Justice and Alfendi/Katrielle could be fun?

9. Rook and Bishop

This message is for Akihiro Hino's eyes only. If you are not Akihiro Hino, please skip.

Hey, Akihiro Hino. I know you read my blog. I will give you £29 and my ham sandwich if you put Rook and Bishop in the new game. They don't even have to do anything, just stand awkwardly in the background. It would be hilarious because nobody would care. Everyone wants to see characters like Flora, Emmy and Descole. You put Benny in LMJ and nobody cared about him. Do this for me.🥺

10. Flora

Just.... Acknowledge her existence in some way. Let her appear in NWOS. Give her something to do.

11. Mangas Series

I was so happy when it was revealed that Level 5 was making a manga series about Mystery Room. I can't read Japanese, but I just love the artwork. So expressive and fun! Completely different from the original 2d sprites.

So I was thinking, what if they made a manga about each of the original games? I don't mean like the Cheerful Mystery Manga, but with beautiful artwork that followed the original stories, maybe with new scenes? I'd like that.

Feel free to add what you'd love to see for the Layton Series! No matter how impossible it sounds! If the list is long enough, at least one thing has to come true, right?

[odditycircus-2002]

Since your requests are open: could you do a fic about MK11 Fujin hearing the reader sing and he thinks it’s absolutely beautiful, so the reader does a mini concert with just him watching?

If you need certain songs to put into this, I got you:

A/N: Thank you for the songs and for my first fic request that doesn't involve my usual Mortal Kombat men! I hope I do Fujinn justice, as he seems like a chill dude. Oh! And for the song in this fic, I went with "The Voice" by Celtic Woman. I'd thought it would be fitting with its elemental lyrics. I'll also try to keep these requests as gender-neutral as possible unless specified otherwise.

The Voice

Being the god of the Wind came with many perks. Not only is Fujin granted with divine power, but also the ability to fly and ride on the winds to wherever he desires. Currently, the wind god has no specific location where he desires to reach. Fujin is currently content with riding the winds on a rare peaceful day in Earthrealm, with no sign of an upcoming attack from Outworld's inhabitants. That is until the demi-god caught wisps of a melody within his breeze. The melody carried soft notes with an almost haunting quality to it. Fujin eases his winds to a halt within a forest, waiting to hear more of the melody.

His patience is rewarded when he hears it dancing on the breeze again. Fujin judges by the volume of the music, its source isn't too far from him. With footsteps light as the wind he commands, the demi-god treks through the woods, the music becoming louder and clearer with each step he takes. Eventually, his search takes him to a clearing with some mostly smooth boulders in the center. On top of those boulders sat a young adult Earthrealmer plucking at the strings off a worn but loved fiddle. They occasionally would play some notes before following them by singing in possibly the most beautiful voice he's ever heard in all of his existence.

"I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain. I am the voice of your hunger and..."

The earthrealmer trails off before letting a huff of frustration which is when Fujin decided to make his presence known.

"Why did you stop?"

"Gah!"

You let out a shout in surprise, fumbling with your fiddle and bow as they almost fell from your arms. Fujin holds up his hands in a placating manner as he takes another step into the clearing with a soft expression on his face.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean to startle you,"

"Are you blind?"

You cut off the strange looking newcomer, taking in his bright pale eyes and long silver braid.

"Pardon?"

"Your eyes. They're really white as if you're blind. Are you?"

Fujin gives an amused grin.

"No and I am glad. Otherwise, I'd never get to see you sing err..."

"Y/N, the name's Y/N. Do you have one too stranger?"

You are quick to ask as you turn your head away from the tall and handsome newcomer, hoping he doesn't see your flustered expression.

"My name is Fujin."

The demi-godd decides to leave it at that, for now, not wanting to further surprise you and possibly drive you away by revealing his role as one of Earthrealm's divine protectors and god of the wind.

"So Fujin, you caught me at a bit of a bad time,"

"And why is that?"

Fujin gently asks. You look around at anything but the newcomer, while running your fingers along your bow.

"Well, I'm supposed to be composing a song. I have the notes but I don't quite have all the words."

"If it helps, your singing is very beautiful."

"Oh uhhh, thank you."

You blush as you start to absentmindedly pluck a few notes of your fiddle. Fujin is now just a few feet away from you, close but with respectable distance between you.

"I would like to listen to more of your work, if you'll allow it."

"Sure! Uh- I mean- I mean, sure. That would be wonderful. I could use a muse anyways."

You then stand up on your feet, realizing how you're only just slightly taller than Fujin with the platform beneath you. You dust yourself off, you then hop onto a higher boulder. After making a few adjustments with your fiddle's strings, you start to sing.

Fujin was fortunate enough to snatch snippets of your singing while he was riding the winds, but those pale in comparison to hearing you right in front of him. Your voice is strong and proud. It is ethereal and eerie. It is as if listening to the Elder gods sing themselves.

When you start to play your fiddle for the musical segment of your song, you jump down from your boulder to start skipping around the clearing. You almost appear to be floating on air, and actually do at one point, but you hardly notice as you're too engulfed by the music. Around you and Fujin, the wind starts to blow and picking up the fallen leaves, filling the clearing with a myriad of warm colors.

"I am the Voice of the past that will always be filled with my sorrows and blood in my fields!

I am the Voice of the future! Bring me your peace... Bring me your peace and my wounds... They will heal."

Throughout your mini concert, Fujin's gaze never wavered from your form as if trying to commit every move and gesture to memory. As you paint a rhapsody with your body but write a requiem with your song. At last, it comes to a stop and so the Demi-god does the only thing he could think to do and claps.

You give a beaming smile at Fujin before taking a pantomime bow.

"Thank you, thanks for being such a great audience and muse."

You then blow him a kiss.

[bots-and-cons]

I was re-reading your rules, do you mind writing merformers?

Like merformers starscream had gotten a beating from megatron for whatever his latest takeover scheme was and the reader found Starscream injured on the strip of inlet her backyard is on. She nursed the merformer back to health and now he’s kind of spoiled because whenever he can’t get food or just doesn’t feel like hunting he knows he just has to show up and the readers house and she will have some sort of food for him. He won’t admit it but Starscream is developing a crush and puff up his fins and Gill frills to look bigger (he’s totally posturing) 😂

Omg, I freaking love this especially the whole posturing part you mentioned. I just hope I did it justice because I had a lot of thoughts about this but I don't know if I really got them to sound coherent

•Starscream had managed to get away from Megatron, but he had passed out from his injuries

•When he woke up, he found himself washed up on a small beach

•He didn’t realize it right away, but someone had wrapped his arms and tail fins in something white

•When he did  though, he tried to immediately get it off

•”Hey, don’t do that!” he heard someone yell

•Starscream can understand english but since his species doesn’t communicate the same way humans do, he can’t exactly talk it’s more like clicks, hisses and chirps if that makes sense

•Well he could learn to talk at least to some extent, but since he has a dislike for humans, he’s never bothered to

•He of course hissed at you and attempted to get back into the ocean, away from the beach and away from you

•But his tail was hurt and so were his arms so he couldn’t really back away from you

•You’d heard of merfolk, sure, but you never imagined you’d meet one

•So when this big mer washed up on the beach behind your house, you were a bit hesitant as to what to do

•But then you noticed he was bleeding and hurt so you decided to patch him up and hope he wouldn’t eat you in the process

•You got him patched up, and sat down on a rock a few meters away waiting for him to wake up

•You occasionally threw some water on him with a bucket, so he wouldn’t dry up

•But when he woke up you ended up in a bit of a standoff

•Starscream was just staring at you with a very aggressive expression, but you also detected some fear in his eyes

•So you sat back down on the rock and just told him: “Don’t take those off, they’re gonna help you heal” motioning towards the bandages

•Starscream retreated back into the water but he didn’t leave, he just sort of swam circles where he could still keep an eye on you

•You sat there on the rock and looked as the gray mer swam lazy circles in the water

•You figured some food might help him feel better so you went in to get the rest of the fish you’d cooked earlier that day

•You set it on the beach, on a plate of course and sat back down to wait 

•Starscream smelled the fish and hesitantly swam closer to the shore, grabbing the fish quickly and stuffing it into his mouth before diving back under

•This became almost a daily occurrence, Starscream would appear on the shallows behind your house and you would feed him whatever you happened to have at hand 

•He also let you take off his bandages after about a week of this whole trust building exercise

•Starscream started to bring you gifts in exchange for the food, things like sea shells and fish, but he mostly brought the fish so you would cook it and give it back to him because he was starting to get a bit spoiled

•Every time you come to bring him food, he tries to look as big as he can because he wants to impress you and seem strong

•One night you were going for a little swim and Starscream appeared and started swimming slow circles around you

•You were just floating there, looking up at the night sky and smiling

•Starscream found himself staring at you in awe and he started swimming closer and closer to you

•You weren’t scared, but you were a little nervous about the way he was looking at you

•You could only see his eyes and up from there and you sort of felt like you were being hunted

•Not like in a bad way though, more like he just wanted to catch you and not actually eat you

[instexcamera]

Hi UM can I request some brat!Natsume x dom!reader punishing with one of those fuck machines and degrading him until he's mindbroken?

Have a great day

Ooo my first request, and of course!

Brat!Natsume x GN Dom!Reader

Warnings: Overstimulation, Sub character, Degradation

Note: I'm sorry it took a little while to make this, I'm sick currently but I tried my best to get it out fast. I also hope you enjoy it as I tried my best with it but brats are hard to write for me hhh. I also hope I did Natsume justice as I have never written him.

18+ Under the Cut

Low whirring sounds flow from the machine as it fucks into Natsume at a slow pace. Even though it was set on the lowest setting you had to keep one hand on Natsume's knee, forcing him to keep his legs spread open. He gazes at you defiantly, a smug smirk on his lips. The urge to wipe that look off his face fills you, this was supposed to be a punishment for his jealously, he shouldn't still be acting so disobedient. The only cracks in his facade are the small shivers that run though his body every time the toy thrusts deep, or how he has to hold himself back from making noises.

"You're failING, what type of punishment is thiS? It's not working on meeah-" He cuts off with an unwanted moan as you had had enough of his teasing, choosing to turn the machine up to its highest level for a moment to shut him up. It works as Natsume's legs start to tremble more frequently and his eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth opening slighty. You divulge in the sight for a moment before returning the machine back to its slow pace. Natsumes eyes going back to normal as his body relaxes, his expression now one of annoyance.

"I didn't actually enjoy thaT, I faked it for your own amuseMENT. " Staring at him for a second, noticing how he acts like this isn't affecting him. Yet those small signs are still noticeable no matter how much he tries to not let them show. You can feel his thighs still trembling ever so slightly underneath your fingertips, the way his face is starting to become a flushed red color. But you decide you'll play his little game, if he wants to act like a brat he can be treated like one.

Turning the machine off and removing your hand from him, he has nothing to gain any sort of friction now and annoyance shows on his face. Now that all stimulation was gone from him he was completely at your mercy, even more so than before. His cock, you realize dripping precum, the tip a deep red color. He wanted to cum you could tell but his pride of not wanting to be caught begging was winning, however you would change that before long. Leaning over him, and using your hand to grab his cheeks, forcing him to look you directly in the eyes.

"If you want more, beg. I already know you're just a pleasure loving slut who just can't take it when my attentions on another guy that isn't you. So come on, beg, don't be shy, you weren't earlier when you cussed out Tsumugi were you?"

Tsumugi was the reason he was like this in the first place, he couldn't handle seeing you give him a kiss on the cheek. You knew that Natsume's relationship with him wasn't the best, but he still somewhat liked Tsumugi, but that kiss seemed to have went too far for him. Natsume looks as if he regrets it now, deciding between if he wants to keep his pride up or be able to cum.

You pull your hand away from him and his face drops as he seemly stares down at his stomach, his shirt pushed up around his waist. It's not too long before you hear some mumbling coming from Natsume, his hands clenched tightly together. "I'm a jealous slut only for yoU, and I constantly want my hole to be filled with your cocK." Moving back down to be right next to him you whisper "Can you repeat that? I didn't hear you." He immediately turns to look at you as those words leave you, "I know you diD, your just enjoying thiS." His golden brown eyes continue to glare at you for a few more seconds until he finally gives up, realizing that he won't gain any touch unless he says it louder.

"I'm just a jealous dirty sluT, I can't handle not being filled and I need yoU-" Your finger presses down the button that makes the machine start up, at full force. Natsume, not thinking you'd start it while he was talking taken by surprise. His head bangs back onto the headboard and you feel bad about it only for a moment. His eyes start to unfocus and his body rocks back and forth from the force of the machine. His legs start to close and your quick to push them down, you can feel his muscles straining underneath your hands. The slapping sound from the machine meeting his ass isn't loud enough to block the high pitched whines leaving Natsume as the toy rams into his prostate over and over.

Natsume's precum is dripping down his cock in larger amounts, and the way his body strains against the machine and the increasing pitch of his moans signals he's close. Thinking of stopping the machine right before he orgasms takes form but is quickly pushed away when his moans reach a beautiful crescendo. You feel his thighs start to tremble more violently and a second later long white ropes of cum spurt out of his cock, landing on his chest, and dripping down to his stomach.

Letting go of his thighs and sliding your hand up his body, not bothering to slow the machine as it continues to thrust into him as forcefully as it can. Feeling his body twitch with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and the constant movement from the machine you gather some of his spend on your fingertips. You bring your fingers up to his lips and slip them past his open mouth. His eyes are glazed over likely from the after effects from his orgasm but you expect over stimulation to kick in soon. You watch as his mouth closes around your fingers, sucking his own cum off of them.

His eyes move to meet yours and you slide your fingers out of his mouth so he could speak. "Why aren't you stopping iT? It hurTS, it hurts so gooD." His voice comes out in different pitches, the machines thrusting starting to affect him more than you thought as overstimulation starts to kick in. You only smile at him as you let the machine keep up its pace, he deserved to be over stimulated. Broken moans fall from his lips as you look down towards the machine, realizing that Natsume's cock is still hard dispite cumming a minute ago.

"You're still hard? You must be more of a whore than I thought, but that's fine, I'll give you more pleasure than your body can handle." Natsume's response is pained whimpers, but you don't want him too fucked out of his mind just yet, he still had to answer some questions. Turning the machine down to a medium setting so pleasure is always present, you hear him let out a relieved moan, yet his body still twitches from deep thrusts onto his prostate.

Grabbing his cheeks once again, you force his head to turn to look at you. His eyes are starting glaze over and his mouth hangs over ever so slightly. However he quickly attempts to looks serious. "You want to apologize to me for interrupting my conversation with Tsumugi with your jealousy? I let you have an orgasm, not that you deserved it." He quickly sneers at you, however the effect doesn't work as well as he hopes with the position he's in. "I don't have to apologize for anythING. Tsumugi didn't care anywaYS, and I was not jealOUS." You sigh, of course he wouldn't admit it that easily, however you could get him too.

You wonder if causing him to orgasm over and over would make him admit it, he would enjoy it no matter how much he may deny it. He already looks on the verge of another, however the amount of stimulation he's getting not enough to push him over the edge just yet. Running your hand down his chest towards his cock, taking it in your hand, starting to jerk him off slowly. The feeling causes him to bite his lip as he glares at you, you'll try again to get to him to answer in a way you want. "I know you're just a jealous slut who only wants my attention you even admitted it, so why won't you say it again?" He stays quiet, you could see shame run through his eyes at your words, he knows you're right, he just wants to be difficult.

You could feel him twitch in your hand, your words turning him on more than he wanted to admit. "Oh, I feel your cock begging for release in my hand, even if you don't admit it yourself your body clearly knows how much of a jealous cock hungry bitch you are. " He still doesn't respond, choosing to continue biting his lip. You'd get him to admit it again. Turning the machine to high once again, not having any plan to turn it down this time until he's begging you, you'd break his stubborn behavior by having him too drunk on pleasure.

Natsume stops biting his lip immediately, the pleasure overtaking him, his head once again knocks back, his body starting to rock roughly again. You watch as his stomach visibly clenches and you feel his cock once again release. His whines filling the air, almost louder than the slapping sounds echoing throughout the room. There's not as much of the sticky white fluid this time as it mixes with his last spend with more soon to join it.

You smirk as you let go of his cock, still painfully hard as small amounts of cum dribble out of his angry red tip. You move towards his head, watching the flush on his face spread down to his chest as his body starts to tremble even more violently from the aftershocks. "Too mucH, too mucH." His eyes have tears in them as he stares at you, however they're becoming more unfocused by the second, you just smile down at him. His hands grip the bed sheets as his back arches, his eyes widening a little as another orgasm takes him by surprise. Laughing a little at his reaction you wonder if you've been successful in fucking his brattiness out of him.

"Are you sorry about interrupting me? Are you going to say you're a dumb attention whore? You must already know that I'm right, your little mind can't seem to comprehend anything but reaching your next orgasm right now." Natsume can't even turn to look at you as he nods, the overstimulation muddling his mind up. "I'm sorRY, I'm sorRY. I'm a dumb jealous slut who can't do anything but think about cummING." You laugh a little to yourself, he looks absolutely ruined now that he finally admitted it. He didn't even look like he comprehended what he said, his mind to hazed over by the continuous thrusting.

"You finally admitted it, and all it took was having a machine fuck you stupid. Doesn't this just prove what you said?" He nods along to what you're saying, and increasingly loud whines leave him as he cums again, less than last time, you wonder how many more he can take before nothing comes out anymore.

You make no move to slow down the machine, only running your hand across his forehead, wiping his bangs away that are stuck there. He doesn't seem to be able to form coherent sentences anymore, much less thoughts, only small I'm sorrys leaving him. His cock still hard, sways back and forth with his body from the machines continuous thrusting. You decide to see how much more he can take before either shooting blanks or passing out.

You wonder how he'll act when he comes back to his senses, how pissed he'll be. You know he won't be able to walk tomorrow from how hard you have this machine fucking into him. But for now you can only watch as the machine fucks into him.

[thedgeofreality]

Reader is at an event or party with boyfriend elvis. She has to go to the bathroom so she excuses herself from elvis and the group of people that both of them (mainly Elvis) were talking to. Unfortunately she started her period a couple of days early so she was not prepared and had no supplies with her. Also it was a bad day to wear all white luckily she had caught it before it leaked all the way through her panties but it wouldn’t take long at this point and if she sat down she knew it would seep through. She sat there for a short moment to calm her panicked state before deciding to go find elvis. When reader found him she grabbed his arm, he smiled at her returning but noticed a subtle expression that only he would recognize as something being wrong and y/n motioned him to lean down to whisper in his ear that she had a problem and needed his help quick. He apologized to the new group of people saying he would be back in a minute and then lead the reader to somewhere private not knowing what was the issue was but people were still passing by so all reader mouthed was bathroom and elvis lead the way to quickly find the bathroom. Once inside elvis asked what was going on as reader was sitting down onto the toilet. For some reason she was embarrassed not wanting to look at elvis when she told him she started early and she didn’t have anything with her. He saw her now ruined panties and was thinking about what to do as they had to stay at this event for the next hour. Reader starts crying elvis comforts her and dries her tears carefully to not mess her makeup up. he stands up and starts unbuckling and taking off his pants reader is confused. He was thankful that today was a rare day that he had worn underwear because he had to give a speech in front of everyone and his pants tended to cling in areas without any. He took off his underwear and put his pants back on. He then took the readers white pants off and wrapped a ton of toilet paper around y/n’s ruined panties and slid his underwear over them before putting her pants back on. His underwear was bulky under her pants but it was the only option. He embraced her kissing the top of her head telling her it’s okay. They return to the event and elvis keeps on eye on her to make sure she doesn’t leak.

I apologize that this request is so long but I wanted to get the scene set. Hopefully you can write this with Jaycees award era 1971 elvis in mind (maybe that is the event they are at) thank you!

A/N: I LOVE THIS REQUEST DEAR!! thank you so much anon. my first request and i hope i do it justice. i also made reader wear a dress instead of pants as i thought it would be a little more formal (and honestly i didnt notice the pants part at first whoops!) anyway enjoy ♡

Wc: 1.9K

Elvis had been invited to the Jaycees as he had been named one of the 'ten outstanding men of the nation'. He was so excited and so honored so he wanted you to come with him to the event. You agreed immediately.

It was the day of the event and you were sitting at the table with Elvis and a couple of people you didn't know. Elvis did most of the talking as you were quite shy and didn't know what to say to them. You held Elvis his hand under the table. Occasionally he would smile at you and try to involve you in the conversation as much as possible. Elvis started talking about how thrilled he was to be there and you watched his face light up. You loved watching him talk about things that genuinely made him excited.

"Man, you won't believe how nervous I am." He said jokingly. Though you knew he meant it as he told you beforehand how nervous he was for his speech. The night before, he stayed up writing things down on his little notepad and would show you occasionally to get your opinion on it. Because he would give this speech in front of a bunch of millionaires he wanted to be explicit and intelligent to them. Once he had written out the final draft he read it out to you and you were amazed by how eloquent it sounded. He went through the speech multiple times on the way to the event.

After a couple of minutes, you felt the urge to go to the bathroom. So you let go of his hand and he looked at you. You smiled at him as you excused yourself from the conversation.

You quickly made your way into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You pulled your white dress up and sat down. As you looked down you saw a red stain in your panties. Your period had come earlier than usual, so you didn't take any tampons or pads with you. You hoped some girls were outside the bathroom, but no. There was absolutely no one outside. "great day to wear white"  you thought to yourself. As you sat there on the toilet, panicking thinking of what to do. The only thing you could think of doing was finding Elvis. You weren't exactly sure on how he could help, but you had to try something.

You breathed slowly trying to calm yourself down from your panicked state as you straightened yourself out. You took one deep breath before stepping back into the room and making your way through the crowd, hoping the blood wouldn't seep through at this moment. Elvis usually stood out but in a dark room like this, he was nowhere to be found as he was wearing dark clothes. You made your way back to the assigned table, hoping he would still be there and luckily he was standing near the table talking to a different group of people than before.

You walked up to him and grabbed onto his arm. He looked down at you and smiled when he saw it was you. "Oh hi honey." He said before his expression dropped and he looked at you worriedly. You were so thankful Elvis could read you in moments like these. You knew no one else would understand, but him. He turned to face you completely. "You alright?" He asked softly. You motioned for him to lean down.

He leaned down and you got closer to his ear to whisper. "Something happened, I need your help quickly." He stood straight up and nodded, turning around to the group of people. "I'll be back in a minute." He said and gave them a smile before he faced you again. You held his hand and led him through the crowd taking him to a spot where fewer people were. "Baby, what's going on?" He asked softly, growing more worried by the minute. People were still passing by the two of you so you just mouthed the word 'bathroom' to him.

Elvis took your hand again and led you back to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. "What happened?" He asked, looking into your eyes. You sat down on the toilet and broke eye contact with him as you lifted your dress to show him your blood-stained panties. You felt deeply embarrassed and on the edge to break down in tears. "I started my period earlier." You said softly, looking down at the floor. "I didn't take any products with me."

"Oh, honey.." He said softly as he noticed your blood-stained panties. He stood there in silence thinking of what he could do to help. "No need to be embarrassed, it's alright. I'll help you." He said assuring you and you nodded. You didn't look into his eyes as you still felt a little embarrassed this even happened. You sighed and he rubbed your back, knowing how you felt. As soon as you felt his touch you broke down into tears. He kneeled in front of you and hugged you tightly. "Shh shh it's okay, I'm gonna help you." He whispered in your ear and leaned back to kiss your forehead. "Line your breathing up with mine, okay?" He said softly trying to help you out. You nodded and closed your eyes. He started taking deep slow breaths and you tried to line yours up with it. "Good job, baby." He said and caressed your hand as you continued to take deep slow breaths. You slowly opened your eyes back up as you felt a little calmer. He smiled as you looked at him. He let go of your hand as he wiped your tears away. "My make-up." You said with a shaky voice and he chuckled. "I'm bein' careful, don't worry." He said and he dried your tears making sure to not ruin your make-up. "Now, you didn't leak through yet?" He asked. "No, I didn't leak through." You replied and he nodded. He stood back up and started unbuckling his pants. You looked up at him confused as he took his pants off.

"What are you doing?" You asked. He chuckled "Well honey, thankfully I'm wearing underwear today." He said as he slid his pants off and smiled at you. "I don't understand." You replied, feeling even more confused. What does that have to do with your situation? "Well, you could wear them." He said and took his underwear off. You stared at him with a bunch of thoughts and he chuckled as he put his pants back on. "Just go along with it."

He kneeled in front of you again and looked up in your eyes. "I have to lower your panties a bit, okay honey?" He asked softly waiting for your consent and you nodded. Smiling at the way he was taking care of you. He carefully lowered your stained panties a bit and grabbed the roll of toilet paper. He took a ton of toilet paper and wrapped it around your stained panties, trying to make it work like a pad. He made sure it would be thick enough for the remaining hours you would be there with him and raised your panties back up. "That feel okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes again and you shrugged. "A little uncomfortable but it'll do." You replied and he nodded. He grabbed his underwear from the floor. "You can wear 'em for an extra layer."

"Raise your legs, baby." He said and you raised your legs as he slipped his underwear on your legs. You chuckled at him as you easily could've put them on yourself. But you liked how he treated you as if you were a porcelain doll, that could break any minute.

Once you had his underwear over yours, he helped you stand up. It felt very weird to be wearing 2 pairs of underwear with a thick layer of toilet paper, but it would have to do for tonight. His underwear was bulky as it had a lot more space than women's underwear. It looked a little weird under your dress but you had no other choice than to go along with it. He hugged you tightly again and kissed the top of your head. "There we go baby, everything is okay." He said softly.

"Can't believe you were wearing underwear." You said and he chuckled. Elvis never wore underwear as he said it was uncomfortable and weird. "Well, I have to give a speech and these pants cling in the wrong places." He replied and sighed. "If they get a face full, I'm blaming you." He joked, trying to lighten the mood and you laughed.

You looked in his eyes lovingly and smiled. "Thank you so much, Elvis. I love you." He smiled back at you. "Anytime honey, I love you too." You kissed him quickly.

"We have to go back now." He said and you nodded. You made sure you looked alright and held his hand. He unlocked the bathroom door and led you back into the room to the group of people he was talking to. The group gave you guys a smile and welcomed you back.

Everyone sat back down at their tables as the event was about to continue. You and Elvis held hands the entire time. You stared at him as it got closer to his award. You noticed how much more nervous he had gotten and you caressed his hand hoping to calm his nervous a little. He looked at you and gave a weak smile.

They finally announced for him to come up and he let out a deep shaky breath, squeezing your hand. "You alright?" He asked referring to the situation that happened earlier. And you nodded. He smiled and stood up, making his way to the stage. You watched him stand there and accept the award. And once it was finally time for his speech he searched for you in the crowd. When finding you he smiled to himself and looked down to get himself together. You could tell he was shaking but he hid it well.

"When I was a child, ladies and gentlemen, I was a dreamer." He started saying and you stared at him in awe. His speech had come out great and you looked around to see people staring at him the same way you did. You smiled and felt so proud of him. When the speech ended you applauded loudly with everyone else. He thanked everyone and made his way back to the table, his eyes not leaving yours as he sat back down. He held your hand again and leaned in to whisper. "How did I do?" He asked feeling a little unsure.

You looked at him and smiled. "That was amazing! Everyone loved it." You whispered back to him and he smiled. "Felt I was gonna die right there." He said and chuckled softly. You laughed with him.

After a few minutes passed he leaned in again. "You haven't leaked yet, right?" He asked softly making sure no one would hear it and you shook your head. "No, I'm okay." You replied and he nodded. He was very protective of you the entire day. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder to pull you a little closer to him. He looked at you smiling and kissed your cheek.

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Ma'am, the toxic traits of eagle flies were so in character im starting to think "i can fix him" 😭 justice for him u should give us some sort of hcs of him where he's nice. Like, what he's like in relationship maybe? Sprinkle some nsfw and we're good to go <3

HC For Eagle Flies In A Relationship

You're right I gotta do him justice. ALSO I sprinkled in some of my modern HC I hope you don't mind hehe.

He is a very passionate lover, extremely devoted to you

You will be at the top of his priorities list ALWAYS

So much so that other aspects of his life begin to suffer from his poor management skills but hey that's not your fault 😁

Type of boyfriend to constantly send you messages throughout the day recounting the details of what happened to him

Very over protective of you. WILL throw hands for you even if you don't ask him to. That's just the best route he can take towards avenging you.

Definitely gossips with you. Pretends he's not into it but as soon as you enter his tent and go "omg guess what I heard" he is sat with a bowl of popcorn

Type of boyfriend who if you complain to him about someone he'll shit talk them with you

"SHE DID WHAT?! Yeah no wonder, she was self absorbed anyways."

Incredibly supportive, will stand in your corner and act as a cheerleader for you

After arguments he porbably slowly approaches you and awkwardly says hey

With your guidance, will gradually learn to express himself better

But don't hold his hand about it (never do this for a man)

For my more modern HC, I imagine he drives a cigarette car and constantly picks you up so you can drive to convenience stores and buy a bunch of snacks together

Will also personally introduce you to every reservation dog

I feel like he'd be part of the sassy man apocalypse

NSFW

If y'all are around someone y'all dont like he will give them the MEANEST and SASSIEST side eye

Also I believe he'd be a metalhead, maybe I'm projecting

Probably extremely over excited to do anything, even kissing

Has probably gotten boners from hugging you on multiple occasions

And when you're the little spoon? You've learned to either ignore them or start rubbing on him

Y'all could just be laying together doing something mundane and out of nowhere he'll turn to you and say "Please just one lick"

Loves it when you pull his hair. Wether it be to yank his head back, or to grip when you two make out, or to shove him inbetween your legs. It drives him crazy.

I can imagine you begin his first of several things

Because of that, wants to try so many things with you

You can tell when he's been doing his research because he'll suggest some wild position or kink that'll have you reeling

Strong believer of trial and error

HE IS A MUNCH ARGUE WITH THE WALL

Thinks it's soooo hot to pleasure you and it even pleasures him in return

Also loves getting head more than anything, would forget himself and either thrust into your mouth or push your head

Also loves road head, or car sex in general

When there isn't privacy in the house then he's definitely smirking while looking at the back seat

He's so goofy during sex probably cracks hella jokes

[yujeong]

Pete and the act of crying: Part 1

So, a wonderful discussion yesterday with @wretchedamaranth made me have Pete thoughts (as if I needed an excuse to have Pete thoughts in the first place) and I would like to express them. This time, it's about Pete and how he cries in the show. One incredibly dumb argument against Build's acting by haters was that he wasn't good at crying, that his crying wasn't *believable*. I truly pity these people, because it shows they never understood the intricacies of Pete's character and it's a shame, because Build did such a phenomenal job portraying them. I would like to talk about them. My main point is that Pete cries like a person who hasn't cried in literal years.

Pete's first instance of crying is seen in episode 13, during his breakdown with Vegas, who lashes out at him and holds a knife to his throat, as seen above. Do you see that face? Do you see the pure pain and agony Pete is feeling? And because a picture isn't doing it justice at ALL, he it is in gif form:

DO YOU SEE THIS? DO YOU SEE THE QUIVERING OF HIS LIPS, HIS EYES SQUINTING, HIS BREATH BARELY BEING THERE? DO YOU SEE HIM FIXING HIS JAW, TRYING TO GULP, TRYING TO KEEP IT TOGETHER?

He's looking at Vegas dead in the eye while he's doing it, too. Like he should have known, he should have known this would happen, but why Vegas, why did you give me hope, why did you do this to me? It's so raw and the scene has barely started, I'll be here all day, okay. And then the scene keeps going, and Pete's face is pain personified and then we get his monologue about not being a person, about being nothing, and his face smooths out. That doesn't mean he's back in control, because it's the calm before the storm, before he grabs the knife out of Vegas hand and places it in his throat again.

I'm here staring in awe, because he's still not shed a tear, but he sniffs at some point before grabbing the knife as he's talking, as if there's snot to pull back up, as if he's actually managed to express his grief fully. But he can't do that, his body won't allow that, it doesn't know how, it's been too long. It's fucking perfect. Also, I love how the camera shakes as Pete is giving his monologue, thus subconsciously giving the message that Pete's pretty shaken up right now, if everything else wasn't making it obvious. And then he grabs the knife and the pain multiplies and his face breaks again, way more than before, but the CAMERA IS BLURRED, IT'S NOT SHOWN CLEARLY, not until they show Vegas crying actual tears and apologizing, not until showing Pete's bloody palm.

This is the face we see, after Vegas apologizes:

Now Pete is getting there, the tears are almost spilled, but he's still repressed in his expression of grief and it's glorious because Pete has never experienced these emotions before. Pete has always been passive in his suicidal ideation, he has always let things happen to him that may result in death (a.k.a. his mission for the sake of Porsche) but now he's in such agony that he takes action. And then the scene continues and oh? Are those tears my eyes are seeing?

We got them everybody. After Vegas says, "Don't leave me, I'm begging you," Pete sheds his first tear, and they continue to be shown when Vegas tells him to start over again and Pete is downright offended by the suggestion, as if Vegas means it in a way Pete would want, as if that's even fucking possible for them at all. It's such a spectacular choice editing wise, because I'm pretty confident in my belief that this is from a different take than the other ones before it, due to how suddenly they appear on Pete's face. It fits the scene and the character so well.

Pete is downright sobbing at this point and I'm obsessed with the fact that no more tears are spilled. You can see that throughout the rest of the scene, as well as this moment in which he's breaking down in Vegas' arms after he says he'll remove the handcuff indirectly, while directly asking Pete to promise him he won't leave him.

HOW DO PEOPLE SEE THIS AND THINK BUILD DOESN'T CRY WELL? LOOK AT HIM!!! LOOK AT HOW DEVASTATED HE IS, LOOK AT HOW CONFLICTED HE FEELS ABOUT WHAT HE'S ABOUT TO DO, LOOK AT THE PAIN!!! He doesn't NEED to sob and cry ugly, snotty tears for it to work because that's not who Pete IS. He's not Vegas, he doesn't even allow himself to grieve what he's losing here properly. Have you ever had an instance in which you feel like crying, and you want to cry, but you're so numb that the tears just aren't coming? You're trying to push it out, you're trying super hard to get to the point when you'll be able to break down and seek relief from this crashing feeling in your chest, but your eyes are as dry as the Sahara desert? Well, I feel that this is happening to Pete here, except he doesn't even know it's happening to him. I'm fucking obsessed with this scene, it's my second favorite VP moment after the pill kiss, and one of the main reasons is the one that made me make this post. It's so tragic and beautifully relatable and I love it so, so much. I wanted to analyze all of Pete's crying scenes, but it'll make the post larger than a fucking book at this point, so I'll touch upon the other ones in a different one.

[misfithive]

Thank you for the way you handled that ask about Wille's and Simon's drama. Because that sentence 'On the other hand, Simon needs to have a bit of more drama thrown at him' made me so furious. It was so insensitive! The fact that he suffers in silence and alone in his room not to bother other people doesn't mean he doesn't suffer enough and needs some more! The fact that he didn't jump on the table or say he feels like dying doesn't make his experience any less traumatic than Wille's. What he needs is to process his trauma rather than brushing it aside, not to get some more.

Once again thank you, you put it all beautifully.

Yes 😭 this is a very common hope for Simon to get pushed to the point of a breakdown but it’s like .. at what cost?😩 He has been thru enough trauma for a lifetime and a half. And the thing is, most people cannot actually stop and process the trauma if they are constantly being hit with more. I think we are more likely to get simon opening up if he is able to find safety which he did not really have. he is expected to be the strong one by everyone in his life. His friends try their best but still, telling him to rebound is the same message him mother gives him of “you are strong”. Bc they dont want him to sit with his feelings and cry (it’s uncomfortable and not the norm for them), they want him to forget about the Prince and move on. Up until s3 he has not had someone to cry to- thats why he writes his songs and holds wille’s sweater. Even when he is talking to Rosh and Ayub in the kitchen if he was actually crying to them i feel they would show it- it appears he probably cried on the way home before they came (this is my hc if yall think he cried to them u can believe that if u want)

i think Simon’s character is very accurate to what a lot of men, people socialized as men, and also people of color experience and how we deal with our emotions. I get that for a lot of people it is cathartic to sob but for many of us, crying like that especially in front of someone else is terrifying. we are conditioned that letting other people see u in that vulnerable state is a weakness (puts you in danger or will be used against you & that anger is safer). I know some men who have not cried since they were children and told me they dont even remember what it feels like to cry or how to actually let the tears fall from their eyes. It is messed up. Is that fair? No. Is it true that it is a weakness? No. But not everyone learns that. The patriarchy sucks and harms us all lol i wish people would understand that and have empathy for the deep sadness that simon is carrying and hiding whether he lets it out or not.

Not to mention everyone deals with their trauma differently and i think it is cool that the show is realistic and shows people dealing with things in different ways. Simons character is relatable bc of this and instead of people saying “it’s not fair that Wille gets to express himself in this way and Simon doesn’t” i want people to think about WHY Simon is not be able to. I know wanting simon to cry comes from a good place but it does upset me a little bit bc even if he doesnt have a breakdown s3, that doesnt mean that the writers hate him and arent doing his story justice which is what people say abt s2. At the same time, if he does have a break down, that would be totally warranted. i'm just saying that if it doesn't happen that's valid too.

THAT BEING SAID. I think s3 is a great opportunity for Simon to hear from Wille that he doesnt always have to be strong and that Wille can be a reliable safe space. I think Wille’s tenderness is something that Simon sees and now that they are on good terms and Wille has worked to rebuild the trust, I hope Simon will turn to Wille for emotional support however that looks.

Ermmmn I’m very sorry that this turned into a dump but i had to get it off my chest.(made a few edits for clarity and spelling mistakes bc i posted this in the middle of the night)

[aphrodisiac-siren]

hi! i hope you’re doing well :)) this isn’t necessarily a request but i saw that you wrote a hogwarts au for aemond and i’ve been searching far and wide for a hufflepuff!reader and slytherin!aemond dynamic, so if you ever feel inspired to write anything with that, please know that i would read tf out of it! have a great day!! 💕

Heyy! I love me a Slytherin-Hufflepuff couple so I’m superrr excited about this one. I hope I did justice to your request.

Slytherin!Aemond X Hufflepuff!Reader

“And then the potion just exploded like boom, right in his his face and I don’t really see how that’s my fault since all I did was..”

Aemond patiently listened to you rant as you both were sat under the large oak tree in the school’s courtyard. The both of you had a free period and had opted to sit by the tree, you leaning against him as he flipped through your notebook, proofreading your essay on sirens while your bags were carelessly pushed toward your left, his green and white scarf tangled with your yellow and black one that were also tossed alongside your bags.

“And then I-“ you paused, taking a moment to look up at him, observing his brows knitted together as he focused on your essay “are you listening Aemond?”

“And then the smoke turned green, a horrible odour followed after.. yes I am listening Y/N, go on” he assured, still not looking up from the book in his hands.

You pouted slightly, wanting all of his attention. So you waited until he was done reading the whole thing and only once he’d looked up from those pages did you smile, ready to start talking again but Aemond beat you to it.

“There’s a mistake in the historical reference of your essay,” he said in his monotonous voice “Homer stated that the sirens are part bird and not-“

“From what I read, in the greek origins of the sirens, they allowed themselves to be prevailed upon by Hera to compete with the muses” you interrupted, quoting something you’d read in a book only the night before “since they lost, their wings were taken from them and they were tossed into the waters to which their bodies adapted and that’s how they’re part fish-“

“But those are called mermaids. The sirens never replicated their appearance” Aemond argued further “when they tried to lure a ship full of sailers who outsmarted the sirens, they threw themselves into the ocean and drowned. Some say they metamorphosed into rocks”

“So you’re claiming sirens to be extinct? That my essay in flawed?” you raised a brow, taking your book from his hand.

“All I’m saying is, perhaps you should read another book or two” he hummed “just to be sure”

A comfortable silence filled between you both. Aemond didn’t talk much unless it was related to academics.

This had always been the dynamic between you both, him being the quiet one and you, the comparatively louder one. You’d befriended him on your very first time aboard the Hogwarts express. He was sat by himself, fidgeting with the hem of his emerald green sweater, his shoulder-length hair pulled back neatly into a half-up, half-down hairstyle. He had a brown leather eye patch that covered his left eye.

Even at the age of eleven, he wasn’t at all talkative and you being you, sat beside him and sort of adopted him.

He seemed to like to hear you ramble about silly things. And even though you both were disappointed about being sorted into different houses, the both of you still stayed friends, growing closer and closer as the years went by.

You became his best friend, always walking around the hallways together, your shoulders bumping together, though as time went by and he grew his height, it was more like your shoulder bumping against his bicep.

You were the one who used to rush to his defence, regardless of the situation just the same as he used to rush to yours. The only difference? Aemond was a calm and collected person, always keeping his cool even when he was filled with rage to the brim meanwhile you were a short-tempered gremlin, quick to give into your anger and throw a punch. Aemond was usually the one who would have to break up the fights and pry you off of the poor student who had taken a good beating from you.

"Why do you always resort to fighting?" he'd ask you with a chuckle as he would come to walk you back to your common room after your detention.

"I can’t help it" you shrugged "he said something about you that I did not appreciate"

There were times when his older brother Aegon used to interrupt your peaceful moments, like the one you were presently having, to boast about how good he was at quidditch compared to his other teammates or sometimes to simply tease the both of you, stating that you lot would make an adorable couple.

You simply laughed along with him, while Aemond’s ears used to turn red.

"What are you lot doing this year for Christmas eve?" Aemond asked "there’s going to be some exchanging of presents in the Slytherin common room once its midnight"

"Oh we're just having the regular hot chocolate counter with cookies" you shrugged "though I'm sure the older students will sneak off for a smoke"

"Us Slytherins just spike the eggnog" he simply said, not giving you any further details.

"I'm going to sneak out too," you told him and that seemed to immediately regain his attention. You didn’t really smoke so it did catch him off-guard so you quickly clarified what your intent was behind sneaking out "not for a smoke. I was hoping to meet you"

"Oh" he simply said and it was hard for you to read his expression. Aemond was rather good at masking his emotions "past curfew"

"Yes past curfew" you giggled "wouldn’t be called sneaking out if it wasn’t"

"What for?" he asked, the corner of his lip curling up into a sly smile.

"Stop smirking Targaryen" you rolled your eyes, playfully punching his arm, that had him chuckling softly "I got you something for Christmas, but one more shit-eating grin and I will gift it to Aegon"

"Right right" he tried his best to suppress the smile "I got you something too, though I was going to wait until Christmas morning"

It was pretty much a ritual for Aemond and you to exchange gifts every Christmas. Unlike the older students, you both always sent each other presents by post. This year, you decided to stay in Hogwarts since your family were busy moving houses and you found that sort of thing boring and tiring. Since you were staying in school for the holidays, Aemond too had decided to wait back to keep you company.

You'd heard, over the years, many students talking about how they sneaked off at night to exchange gifts, taking walks along the grounds where Filch never patrolled, kissing in the silence of the night. It all sounded so sweet yet thrilling.

You too wanted to experience that, though perhaps expecting a kiss was a far fetch.

You wouldn’t say you had a crush on Aemond just the same way you knew Aemond never held any romantic feelings for you but you had thought about it, how the both of you would look walking around hand in hand, him leaning closer to hear your little rant and then letting out that adorable chuckle of his.

You wouldn’t deny that your friend was rather handsome, even though some of the other students made fun of his eye patch behind his back.

You couldn’t disagree more.

Aemond had lost an eye, but you would have to say it was those few others who were more blinded than him. How could someone look at him and not find him attractive?

"I'll see you at midnight then" Aemond stood up, offering his hand for you to take so that he might help you to your feet as well "meet me near the broom cupboard by the trophy room"

"Alright" you smiled as you slipped your hand into his. Aemond seemed to have forgotten that you were lighter than him in weight and tugged at your arm with such ferociousness, it sent you colliding right into his chest, sending the both of you toppling over and crashing right to the ground again.

Aemond grunted, feeling his arse sting from the impact while you broke out into a fit of giggles.

"It's not funny Y/N" Aemond spoke but you could very clearly hear the smile in his voice.

"I'll see you at midnight" you repeated his own statement "I hope you did not over-do it with your gift again this year"

As thrilling as sneaking out was, it was in equal measure, just as scary. Not only because you feared being caught but because you'd seen enough scary movies to make you paranoid.

When you arrived by the decided broom cupboard, you found yourself to be alone. You gently tapped your foot while you awaited Aemond.

The creaking of the cupboard doors caught you off guard as they slowly swung open and you could swear you had a heart attack. A hand immediately reached out to cover your mouth right as you were about to scream before another reached out and pulled you inside the cupboard.

"Shh, quit swatting my arm you- ouch. Lumos"

Your movement seized the moment the inside of the cupboard lit up, to reveal Aemond looking at you with a rather amused expression.

"If you are done being a gremlin, might we move on to the gift-giving, hm?" he said with a playful grin just as he reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out a neatly wrapped present.

You too reached beneath your hoodie, retrieving the gift that you had tucked into the waistband of your trousers.

"Merry Christmas Aemond" you smiled as you handed him his gift.

"Merry Christmas Y/N" he returned the smile as he too passed you your gift.

He carefully took apart the wrapping, making sure he didn’t rip it- a habit he'd picked from his mother.

"Woah, where'd you get this" he whisper-yelled excitedly as he admired the book you'd gotten him. Aemond was a lad of many interests but the one thing he was absolutely obsessed with, was dragons. On you visit to Diagon alley, you saw a book on dragonology in the bookstore; it was a signed first copy and even though it was a bit expensive, you didn’t mind spending your allowance on it.

"Open it" you said, just as excited as him.

Aemond did as you instructed, flipping open the cover of the hardbound book to find two tickets to the game of his favourite Quidditch team amidst the pages.

"Y/N how did you get these?" his jaw was hanging open, unable to process all of this "I've been trying to get a hold of these for weeks"

"Oh one of my friend's father is working as security for the venue" you told him with a proud shrug "I asked her if he could manage to get me two tickets. You can take Aegon with you, maybe even a date"

Aemond was smiling from ear to ear, a rare yet adorable occurrence.

"Your turn now" he cleared his throat, pointing to the unwrapped gift in your hands "go on"

You slowly opened your gift, unlike Aemond, you didn’t care if the wrapping ripped a little but you still tried to be careful since the wrapper was a pretty one.

Once the paper was completely off, you were left with a beautiful velvet box in your hand.

"Is there a ring in here, you gonna propose?" you joked with a devilish grin that had Aemond roll his eye.

You gently opened the lid to reveal a beautiful necklace with a dainty topaz pendant. The chain was of a thin band of silver, intertwining with a thin band of the darkest emerald green.

Aemond came from a very rich family and each year he used to bring you rather expensive gifts that you were rather hesitant to accept. This year however, he went way overboard with this expensive piece of jewellery.

"Aemond I can’t accept this" your voice came out as barely a whisper as you eyes the yellow gemstone "this must’ve cost you a fortune"

"Oh hush" he blew a raspberry "I saw it and it reminded me of us. The green in the chain is me, slytherin and the topaz stone is the colour of your house. Open it"

"Huh?"

"It's a locket," he told you as he pointed at the necklace "the gemstone is fused with a small locket"

You careful took the pendant in you hand and turned it to find a thin line running across the sides, indicating that it was indeed a locket. Carefully, you pried it open and the moment you did, it projected a small yet hazy image that began to move.

It was you and Aemond as children. You were on the Hogwarts express, laughing as you both tried Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans.

The image changed.

It was you and him in your third year, hugging him after you both had returned from Christmas break.

The image changed again and again, showing you many glimpses of a few happy moments you'd shared with Aemond.

"These are some of my favourite memories of us" he sheepishly said, looking down at you eagerly to see how you would react "it was a little difficult for me to charm the locket to do it, my uncle Daemon helped me"

"This is so sweet" you threw your arms around him to pull him in for a hug and Aemond instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you closer.

"Need me to help you put it on?" he asked while still being in your embrace.

"mhm I-"

"Oi, who's out here?"

The both of you immediately pulled away, eyes wide as you heard Filch's voice boom across the hallways. Aemond held a finger to his lips, to tell you to remain quiet.

"Nox" he softly whispered and immediately, the cupboard was dark once again.

You both could hear the footsteps getting louder and louder and you held your breath as if that would help. The doors of the cupboard slowly began to move but before Filch could fully open them, Aemond raised his wand and mumbled a spell under his breath.

"Rictumsepra"

Filch immediately stumbled backwards, clutching his stomach as he burst into laughter. He sunk to the floor, rolling as he cackled helplessly.

Aemond caught you by the wrist, dragging you outside the the cupboard as he dashed down the hallway, you following after him. He kept running and running until the both of you had reached the changing rooms near the quidditch pitch.

You were out of breath by the time you'd stopped, leaning against the wall as you panted, Aemond doing the same.

"He doesn’t come this way" he managed to form a sentence "Aegon mentioned it a few times"

You simply nodded, still a bit tired from all that running. Eventually, once you had somewhat caught your breath, you burst into a fit of giggles, Aemond laughing along with you.

"That was fun" you said in between your giggles.

"Yea it wa-" Aemond paused as something else caught his attention. He began to once again chuckle uncontrollably, pointing his finger upward as he looked down at his feet to avoid you seeing the blush rise to his cheeks.

You looked to where he was pointing and immediately looked away, smiling sheepishly.

"Mistletoe" you mumbled.

"Mistletoe" he repeated.

Aemond finally looked up to meet your gaze, drawing a sharp breath.

"Well?" he asked gingerly, awaiting your response.

"Well tradition is tradition" you shrugged, hoping that he couldn’t hear your heart that was beating ferociously in your chest. You took a step closer, him doing the same. His large hand came up to cup the side of your face before he leaned down.

You eyes fluttered shut right before you felt his soft lips against yours.

You expected him to leave you with a simple peck but he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You instinctively hummed into the kiss, gently fisting his warm sweater, pulling him even closer.

It was like fireworks going off inside you. The way his lips moulded against yours, the way his fingers tangled in your hair, the soft whimpers escaping his lips, it was all driving you insane.

You were kissing Aemond Targaryen.

If the both of you weren’t already out of breath from all that running, you would be snogging for a little while longer but you had to break the kiss to catch your breaths.

Aemond rested his forehead against yours, his hand still cupping your face.

"Would've kissed you even without the obligation of tradition" Aemond breathed out, his lips brushing against yours "been wanting to kiss you for a while now"

You only smiled, still taking your time to process all of it.

"You said that I could perhaps take a date with me to that quidditch game" he gave you a boyish grin, playfully bumping his nose with yours "can I maybe take you out?"

You pocketed the box with the necklace and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for another kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes?" he asked with a chuckle as his lips moved expertly against yours.

"Yes" you confirmed with a hum into the kiss.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #227

Today was the day.

I put on my socks.

Then I put on my eyeballs.

Then I put on the first layer of things.

Then I put on the next layer of things:

I don't have a black leather coat; I have a cream-colored knit one. I don't have heavy pauldrons; I have feathers on my shoulders. I don't have a super long sword; I have a super long flute. I don't have glowing mako-colored eyes; I have rainbow-colored ones.

Even in this, it was a lot to endure. I don't really know how you move in all your gear; it must be pretty miserable. I bet you'd be a lot more comfortable in some loose jeans or maybe even sweatpants. And a loose t-shirt, or maybe a loose turtleneck. Something easy to wear, in a space where armor isn't necessary.

In any case, this is what I went to the space in. And I waited in front of the room where the developers would be. I waited for a long time. I passed the time by playing on my flute and singing a little. J was with me the whole time. He helped to keep me level. It's not lost on me how lucky I am to have such a steadfast source of support at my side. I'd do just about anything for him, too, in return. Even someone I know from the internet, @sephiroths-stuff, popped by to keep us company! It was wonderful!

The panel didn't last for very long. But still, for a moment, I locked eyes with one of the three very important people. He gave me a brief nod, I think, unless he was nodding at something or someone else. Lots of questions were asked of these folks; people had many very interesting and excellent questions. It was wonderful to hear them, and it was wonderful to hear their joyful responses; the interpreter did an amazing job. There was a lot of laughter. These very important people... they have some of the most radiant smiles I've seen, and they had answers to the questions that were very well thought out. I was very impressed.

At the end, a handful of people popped by to see them. It was a short line. They wanted photographs and such, and that was pretty neat; they seemed happy to do it. I was also in this line.

Sephiroth. I was remembered. I was remembered from last time. The person I spoke to and handed my first letter and best handicraft to... he remembered me. And he told me so in English. I was awestruck. But I'm not sure how I expressed that; my mind was moving so fast that I could barely even keep up. My hands were shaking.

I had a bag of gifts prepared for you:

It contained a new letter for you, some stuff for the developers, a rolled-up pile of motivational things from the internet (lots of it repeats stuff I already said, but maybe seeing it from other places too will give my voice a little more weight...). All three of my music box papers were in there - the originals that I punched out for you - but no music box; it's fragile and I don't know how well it'll hold up on an airplane trip. I included a tin full of that tea in your favorite scents - vanilla and rose. And, of course, it included the locket I made for you.

Now that these things are in the hands of their intended recipients... I'll show you some pictures. Here:

The folded note contained a bunch of tiny QR codes. I tested them. They work:

Inside the locket is also a tiny Herkimer diamond with a rainbow spark inside; you can almost see it in this photograph, but my camera can't do it justice:

...Tea.

...The music box papers:

...And you'll find the letter contained within right here:

I wanted to include the tree I made in your colors, but I thought twice about it; it's fragile, and might not survive a plane trip.

...It's all in their hands now, along with a plea for you. I managed to squeak out a couple of awkward sentences in Japanese on your behalf. They took the whole bag of gifts. So I guess we'll see what happens. I'll hope for good things. I'll hope for good things...

I left the room. And with my quest complete... I kind of... broke down and cried just a little. Just a little. But my body didn't stop shaking for a long time.

J thought it would be a good idea to get the excess energy out of my body. So he walked me around the complex just a little. And then we went to the place where there was Dance Dance Revolution. And I played two songs on DDR! But I was not used to the metal pad, and my feet couldn't move right in my shoes, and the costume was heavy, and so... I didn't do very well. But I played with a delightful gentleman, and he didn't seem to mind that I wasn't very good. He smiled at me a lot and was very encouraging, and it was wonderful!

...Maybe I'll play on my frankenpad a little when I go home... That'd be good.

Tomorrow, when I go to the place to see the voice actors panel, I will wear normal clothes - my characteristic long cardigan and Eevee hat. My usual cardigan has pockets; I'll be able to bring the plush of you this time without needing to worry about it getting lost. It'll be very good!

For now, we are back at the hotel. I am very tired. But I did the thing. I did what I came to do. This quest is done with.

...Sephiroth. Do you see how loved you are? Do you see that someone out here is willing to do terrifying things for your sake? Sephiroth... do you have any idea how long it's taken me, after the life I've led, to be able to use my voice like this? Do you understand that I am able to be braver than I normally would be, because of you? Do you see the strength your existence gives me? Do you see me crawling up out of the hole that my birth family tried to bury me in, because it is your voice and presence that I am following back to the light? Do you see me, and all the shattered pieces of me that I wove together into a beautiful, kaleidoscopic whole?

Sephiroth. I'm going to beg you to follow me into the light, too, okay? Please.

For now... I guess I'll rest a bit until tomorrow. I found a new flavor of kefir over here that's not at the stores at home - guava!! And I found a kombucha flavor that isn't found at home, too - strawberry!

And I also found this one; this one is flower-flavored. I wonder if you'd like it:

I love you. Please look at the lengths to which I'll go in order to ask you to stay safe, and then please actually stay safe. Promise me, okay?

I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine