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nebbyy · 9 months ago

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King Baldwin IV x reader - I’ll be waiting for you

A/N: Well, how could I not make another fic for King Baldwin when the other one I made is my most liked post yet, so I decided to write this little pieceee. Sooo I guess I should warn y'all that this one will be a little less historically accurate (not that the first one was that great of a historical piece but you get the idea). Oh and as usual, this fic came into my mind the moment I saw the painting just below (which is "the Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets Over the Dead Bodies of Romeo andJuliet" by sir Frederic Leighton)Now enough chatting, more King Baldwin brainrot.

Summary: in a desperate attempt to protect his kingdom after having punished Reynald de Chatillon, the king is exhausted and the long ride has increasingly worsened his already wary condition. Once he’s escorted back to the palace, his loving wife wastes no time to reunite with her beloved husband.

Warnings: kinda angsty (no happy ending tbh), vague descriptions of Baldwin’s illness related wounds. Also, reader specifically described as female.

Word count: 3209

You sat on your throne, high and proud like the royalty you were. But under the facade of your noble confidence, you felt small. Smaller than ever, actually, as the yelling of all the men in front of you filled the air and rose up to the open sky. With a simple, reckless act, Reynald de Chatillon and Guy de Lusignan had just screwed years of efforts that King Baldwin had spent trying to maintain that delicate peace that required so many lives and time to build. All washed away from the raging river that were Reynald and Guy.

While the two men tried to defend their senseless attack, backed by a substantial group of men, another opposing group shouted at them, berating them for the offense they had given not only to Saladin but also to Jerusalem itself.

You sigh, fighting the urge to cover your ears, and curl into your own body; you opt to just turn your head and look at your beloved husband. He looked to be in a similar state as you were: although his face was now fully covered -a means of hiding the decaying state of his leprosy-ridden body- his head was bent with weary alertness, like a hawk watching its prey from a distance. You watched his body, languidly seated on his much larger throne, the only sitting position that brought him no discomfort, though it looked almost more like he was about to lie down.

It broke your heart to see how that disease had ravaged Baldwin's body, in recent years more and more. To see him there, on the same throne on which he once sat tall and proud, while now he barely had the strength to stay upright. And you knew he was thinking the very same thing.

You were about to open your mouth, whisper something to him, anything, in order to shake him out of his thoughts and that chaotic situation, but you were interrupted in your actions by an official, who rushed to the king's side, handing him a scroll. His bandaged hands clumsily opened the scroll, and you found salvation from the noise of the room by concentrating on watching Baldwin read carefully. You watched his eyes, blue as the sky and like the waves of the sea that brought you to the Holy Land, now covered with a pale glassy glaze.

You frowned when you heard Baldwin freeze in place, even his sitting became more erect, as if a cube of ice had slid down his back. With his gaze still fixed on the words written in that letter, he merely raised his hand slightly, a clear sign of his will.

"SILENCE!" his guard's shout resounded through the hall, overpowering the furious shouts of the men who had been barking at each other for hours now. They all turned to look at the king; their faces, a few moments ago darkened and wrinkled with anger, were now smooth and relaxed, their eyebrows raised in astonishment at their king's order. Funny, you thought, how these men because of your husband's condition sometimes simply forget how much power he possessed over them. Before it was as if he wasn't even in the room, and they were all playing at being great leaders, now there they were, staring at him, motionless as statues, submissive as ants. You curled your nose discreetly, your face a mixture of disgust and contempt. Pathetic, you thought.

After what seemed like an eternity, Baldwin finally looked up at the crowd in front of him, finally revealing what it was that had shocked him so much. "Saladin has crossed the Jordan with 200000 men," silence fell, and you felt your body going numb. Your ears seemed muffled, you could barely perceive what was happening around you. At that moment you felt so much fear for your kingdom, and concern for Baldwin and what this impending attack would cost him.

And anger, against those two fools who out of sheer vanity had endangered the lives of all the inhabitants of Jerusalem. They had put Jerusalem itself at risk; they had put Baldwin at risk.

I was brought to attention by Baldwin, who was struggling to pull himself up from his throne, walking toward his most trusted man. "We must meet him before he reaches Kerak. I will lead the army," your husband's voice was hushed and soft, so that only the man in front of him could hear. But it did not escape your ears, the implication those words had: Baldwin wants to stop Saladin, and he wants to do it himself. But this could cost him his life.

You couldn't stop yourself; you jumped up from your seat, eyes wide in an expression somewhere between fear and surprise. Baldwin turned to look at you, the woman who always took his breath away at the mere sight of how beautiful she was. You did not fail to have that effect on him again this time, but not because of your beauty: in your eyes he saw your terror, that this was the last time you would see him alive. They hypnotized him, and begged him in a silent prayer not to leave, to give up this plan, have an ambassador sent, anyone else. Hell, let him send Guy himself to intercept the Saracen, let him be beheaded and his murder settle the account that he himself opened. But the storm of emotion in your eyes contrasted with the gentle stream of emotion flowing from your eyes

But the storm of emotions in your eyes contrasted with the gentle stream of emotions flowing from Baldwin's eyes, barely visible because of the cover concealing his tortured face. He too, through them, was silently pleading with you: but he was asking you to trust, to let go and follow his plan, to try to forget for at least a moment all the warnings the Physicians had given him over the years.

Eventually, you relented, turning your gaze away and opting to stare at a random spot in the corner of the room. Baldwin gave a silent sigh and closed his eyes for a moment, a sign of gratitude, although you could not see it. He turned to the men of his court, and with the little strength his body afforded him, he spoke in a loud, determined voice: "Assemble the army and protect the city."

All this reminded you of the last time Baldwin fought Saladin: he had barely completed his seventeenth year, and young and still full of life, he was ready to ride against the invincible Saracen king. But on that day God had been more merciful. He had granted you, if nothing else, one last night to spend with your husband, had given you the gift of a minimum of time to ensure that you bid Baldwin a proper farewell before he met what could well have been his end. Instead this time, you barely had time to briefly remove the thick veil from his face to give him a fleeting kiss and exchange a handful of words. You fought back the tears as you looked at him, opting instead to bring your hand to his cheek, the flesh of his lip having receded and decayed to such an extent that it had receded down to his cheek, eventually turning into a long scar that protruded down to his cheekbone.

"Let me go with you, I will wait for you at the castle of Reynald de Chatillon-" "No. It is too dangerous. If things go wrong with the negotiations, I don't want you or my sisters anywhere near that man." It was not often that Baldwin interrupted you while you were speaking. He respected you too much to not allow you to finish your sentences, so the fact that he did just now spoke of how important this was to him.

"Then promise me you’ll come back to me. Safe and sound." He snorted softly, giving a hint of smile before copping his face with his hardened hands, "You know I can’t promise it." You know that, but that blatant honesty of his, which you always loved so much, was not what you wanted at the time. No, you wanted reassurance, no matter how truthful, no matter how worthless his promises may be at the end of the day, You need that fleeting distraction that mitigates the fear that’s been eating you from the inside since Baldwin put on his armor. May you risked never seeing him again.

"Please just say it." Your voice came out much softer than you meant, almost less than a whisper, perhaps because of the knot in your throat, which threatened to break free carrying a river of tears. For a moment he remained silent, turning suddenly his face towards the voice of a nobleman who called him from the entrance of his room, but did not even dignify him with an answer. After all, his attention was completely turned to his world. To you. Before I answered you, I drew your head to his with my hands, so that I could place his forehead against yours. Finally, he spoke softly, in that loving tone that he reserved only for you: "Then I promise you that I will return to you in no more than three days, and when I return I will be victorious, and I will be riding."

After that, that moment between the two of you, which so much looked like a heartbreaking farewell, lasted just before Baldwin had to go to his horse to guide his men to the enemy.

And it wasn’t long before the harsh reality became clear to you: he had lied to you. Not maliciously, of course, you were the one who begged him to say those words after all. But the fact is that three days became four, that news of the army of Jerusalem had not come any more, that the last thing you heard of your husband was that only the ride had already tried his weakened body.

Another day passed, then another, and at the dawn of the fourth day since his absence you felt your heart sink. Had something happened to him? Had the negotiations failed? What if his illness had suddenly got the better of him? Or worse, Saladin and his men had shot him, stabbed him, or yet again captured and publicly executed,…

Your mind began to spiral into an ocean of possible reasons behind this delay, and you swore that your breathing had finally stopped once and for all when a messenger on horseback arrived at the palace, frantically dismounting from his steed to rush into the throne room and bring you the message: "The negotiations were successful, but the king is in critical condition! He is returning to Jerusalem on a canopy," you dismissed the man with a slight wave of your hand, so weak that you almost looked numbed; Baldwin's advisors began to chatter, but the background murmur of their murmurs did not seem to reach your ears. No, your attention was elsewhere; it was entirely on your husband.

You took your leave of the court, hurrying to your rooms. There, like a hawk waiting impatiently for prey to feed on, you perched on the balcony overlooking the city below you, on the walls from which not many days ago Baldwin had emerged leading the army.

It was there that you began to think again, this time with a clearer mind as you knew that at least Baldwin was alive and on his way home. On his way to you. Still, this whole situation reminded you of when you were only sixteen years old, and you stood on that balcony as you do now, waiting to see Baldwin return on his horse. And on that day, when he was visible to the naked eye, and your eyes met, you saw all the life and strength of one who had just defeated the greatest enemy of his time. At that moment, he seemed almost immortal to you: he looked like a god riding proudly, leading the thousands of men behind him towards their home.

How unfair fate is, to cut short his life so early. His physicians gave him no more than thirty years, but that time seemed to you to be shortened even more when you finally caught sight of his canopy. There he lay, sprawled and motionless like a dead body, surrounded by the soft cushions and riders on either side of his transport.

Just two years ago such a journey would not have fatigued him in the least; now he was risking his life just by riding a horse. Your eyes threatened to fill with tears thinking about how much he had loved riding a horse, and now he found himself bedridden, unable in his passions. You wasted no time running through the palace corridors, eager to reach your beloved as soon as possible.

One turn to the right, then another, then down the steps, and finally straight to the palace doors, where the finely decorated canopy led the love of your life.

You rushed to his side, gently taking his mutilated hand in yours while the other stroked his masked face. He breathed faintly, his eyes closed as he tried to regain his strength after his disease had dealt him this last bludgeon. Feeling your gentle touch, Baldwin's eyes fluttered open, his glassy eyes the color of heaven meeting yours.

"You've been reckless, my love. Putting your life at risk just to do the job of a messenger!" you scolded him, but Baldwin only smiled fondly at your words. "I promised you I would've come back. And that I did, alive too." Although his voice was so weak that it sounded more like a huff of air rather than a sentence, its tone was still laced with playfulness.

It made you unable to resist the smile that was threatening to form on your lips; you did not grace him with an answer yet, opting instead to move your hand to remove the silver mask from his face. You could see his surprised and relieved expression, as he was now finally able to breathe more freely and to look at you properly. He breathed in the sight of you, almost as if trying to take in as much of you as he could. "I can't tell if it's the travel or the sight of you that takes my breath away."

You just smiled bitterly and shook your head at his silly declarations, "It must be the ride, it has tired you so much that it's making you speak nonsense." he giggled weakly, much more tiredly this time, almost as if he was about to doze off. But he fought the tiredness nonetheless, opting to just shake his head and admire you with a lovestruck look. "Maybe I am hallucinating, I think I'm seeing heaven above me."

It was supposed to be a compliment that would've made you giggle and blush, like the ones that he showered you with daily. But instead, it made your heart clench at the bare idea of it. The idea that this would be his last moments before the energies spent for this expedition would be too much for him to handle, and God will reclaim his most virtuous man. It made your throat tighten, and your lower lip tremble.

You tried to hide your troubled state, moving your hand quickly to the curve of his neck. There, you placed a soft, butterfly-like kiss on the little places of skin that haven't been mutilated and bloodied by the leprosy. You kissed him one more time, then another, and another again..

In the end, you lost count of how many kisses you had given him, in a desperate attempt to mend your premature grief, to ground yourself in the feeling that Baldwin is there. He is alive. Yet the feeling of his skin against yours, of his chest rising up and down and his arms weakly holding your soft body, it wasn't enough to stop the tears to start flowing down your cheeks.

And that didn't go unnoticed to Baldwin, who mustered all his strength left to hold you just a little tighter. "Have my words upset you?" you sniffled, trying to recollect yourself before lifting your head to look into his eyes. "No, my dear, you could never. I just-" you stopped for a second, trying to swallow down the lump that had formed in your throat, "promise me this is the last time. Please, tell me that you will stop this nonsense. Let your trusted men handle these matters, command your man like a king not a general!" your hands had moved to his arms, a gesture to both ground yourself and to accentuate just how desperate you were in that moment, only wanting him to just listen.

"I beg of you, my love, stay here. Where you can rest. We both know that you don't have much more time left to live, so stop doing everything in your power to shorten it anymore." A sob slipped from your mouth at the last part. It truly astonished you how careless he seemed about his own condition, almost as if he forgot that any move could be the death of him.

He frowned and sighed at your words, squeezing your forearms softly before he spoke softly. This time though his tone was clearer, less weakened by the outcomes of the past days. "I already spoke to the physician about this: I have no choice, my angel. I'll be bound to my bed until a miracle will better my condition, or until death will take me."

You shut your eyes in relief, resting your forehead against his and sighing shakily, trying to recompose yourself. "I can't live in a world without you.."

"God will give us more time. I promise I won't leave you as long as I breathe on this earth. And. when my time will be over and there will be no future for us in this life, I'll be waiting for you in heaven, if I'll be granted the blessing of a place next to you there."

Not too long after, the physicians that Saladin had promised him arrived at the palace, and you were assisted as they tended to Baldwin's many wounds caused by his sickness. More than the sight of the gruesome pieces of open flesh, what appalled you was just how numb his body had become, so much so that he did not even feel their hands and tools working into his skin. It made you wonder wether or not he even felt your kisses from before.

And you make yourself that same question months later, when you place one last kiss into his forehead as he slept soundly before going to bed yourself, only to wake up to a cold body beside you. You wonder if he ever got to feel that last gesture of love before God had finally claimed him.

You only found solace in the thought that Baldwin would be resting in the realms of heaven above your head, contrary to what the Saracens believe.

A/N: Wowww this gets more fun by the day!! King Baldwin will probably always be my favorite character to write for. He’s my muse. As always ill be waiting for your feedbacks!!!

Oh and also, be prepared in the future for more fics waiting to be posted, I’ve got about ten that are just waiting for the right time to come to light, and many more will come in the future since I’m really finding it therapeutic to write.

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astridthevalkyrie · 19 days ago

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corner | samantha larusso & robby keene

“Zara…” Robby runs his fingers through his hair again, clearly stressed out and trying to give himself some comfort. Sam feels a bit of sadness—she knows Johnny had to go see Carmen, but had he even said goodbye to his son? She couldn’t imagine her dad leaving the country without at least hugging her, and telling her to be safe.

“Zara came up to me,” he continues, snapping her out of her thoughts. “And I don’t remember anything after that. But…I woke up in her bed today.”

Sam’s veins turn to ice.

tw: discussion of rape, assault, and how zara took advantage of robby + how kyler took advantage of sam. light johnny, daniel and demetri slander. light slander of everyone tbh, including sam and robby. very dialogue heavy.

Her dad is going to kill her.

And if not him, then Chozen.

It shouldn’t be the biggest deal in the world, but they’re here representing Miyagi Do, so the female captain losing her headband looks incredibly bad. Not that Sam thinks she’s lost it, it’s probably in the boys’ room (the singular room, because they’re idiots). She vaguely remembers tossing it off after getting back to the hotel last night, going to visit Miguel out of habit and then remembering he wasn’t here and that he wouldn’t have cell service for a long while. After the run in with the Cobra Kai goons and Axel trying to kiss her, it was a shitty end to a shitty day. She’d all but ripped the headband off in frustration.

It’s in the boys’ room. It has to be. They don’t need another problem right now, what with Miguel having to leave.

With the key card Miguel gave her, she opens the door, not expecting anyone to be in. The other guys are likely either training or wandering around the hotel somewhere. With any luck, Hawk and Demetri had made up, made out, and would stop hindering everyone with this drawn out argument.

It feels weird, not being the center of the drama for once. Weird, but good. Love triangles weren’t fun.

Speak of the devil (or at the least the triangle he was part of).

Robby’s laying on the bed, disheveled and clearly out of it, staring up at the ceiling. He seems to not even have heard her come in until she throws out a casual, “Hey.”

He flinches unexpectedly, and suddenly Sam’s on guard too. But there’s no fight, he only looks at her blankly and responds, “Hey.”

Okay, then.

She and Robby hardly have moments alone anymore, mostly because Sam felt it would be wrong, that even spending any one-on-one time with him would be like cheating on her boyfriend. But that’s bullshit and she knows it, and she doesn’t want to give in to that patriarchal way of thinking even if it is a self-imposed punishment she’s convinced herself she deserves—oh, all of this is so irrelevant right now, she needs to find her headband.

It’s not anywhere in plain sight, so Sam prays it’s on the unoccupied bed. She takes the blankets and ruffles them up and down, looking over and under to no avail.

“Are you looking for Miguel?” Robby asks.

That makes her pause. With a furrowed brow and a tone that might come off a little rude, she responds, “No. Miguel’s not here, remember?”

Robby blinks. “Oh. Right. Um, any word from him or my dad?”

“Not yet.” Sam lets go of the blankets and frowns, noting that he’s wearing the same clothes he was yesterday. “Are you okay? How drunk did you get last night?”

A fearful sort of shadow passes over her fellow captain’s face, and yet he still doesn’t get up, still lying stiffly on the bed. “I don’t know. How drunk did I get?”

Maybe he’s still drunk. She wouldn’t know, she’s never seen a drunk Robby Keene, nor has anyone else. Maybe he was just a little dumber after he had a few shots in him.

“I don’t know,” she repeats his words back to him, lips quirking in a thin line, “I left, remember?”

Robby swallows, visibly. “You left?”

“Yeah. Didn’t wanna be in the same place as the Cobras. Not that it mattered, a few of them caught up with me anyway.”

He sits up, suddenly more lively than he’s been since she walked in. “Did they hurt you?”

“No, they were drunk too. Just spouting off some nonsense.” Besides, even if they had tried to attack, she was almost certain her and Axel could’ve taken them (though she cringes at the thought of Axel translating it to some kind of power couple moment). “Robby, did you hit your head last night or something?”

It’s meant as a joke, albeit a serious one, but he doesn’t laugh. He only runs a hand through his hair, like he’s not quite sure where he is and he’s trying to come back to reality.

“I…don’t remember much,” he confesses quietly. “I remember the Cobras coming in and talking to me. Just trying to start shit, same as they did with you,” he reassures her when she steps forward with wide, concerned eyes. “I couldn’t find Eli or Demetri. Couldn’t find you. And then Zara…”

“Zara?” Had Zara been there? What were the odds of all of them going to the same bar? Barcelona couldn’t possibly be this small.

“Zara came up to me,” he continues, snapping her out of her thoughts. “And I don’t remember anything after that. But…I woke up in her bed today.”

Sam’s veins turn to ice.

“What?”

There’s a falter in Robby’s expression as their eyes meet, and he winces lightly. “Yeah, I know I fucked up, sleeping with the competition and all.”

There’s a buzzing in her head that is begging for Robby to be playing a practical joke on her. She doesn’t want to acknowledge what he’s saying. They’d all been there at the bar—Hawk, Demetri—she’d been sure one of them would be Robby’s designated driver, or walker, in this scenario. One of them must have seen…one of them must have noticed…

“Robby, you…” Sam swallows, a queasy feeling rising in her throat. “You don’t remember going to her room?”

“No.” His eyes are dim, and he looks down at the bed as though he’s talking about a sparring match he lost. “It was a stupid mistake, okay? You don’t have to tell me.”

Her heart feels like it’s in her throat. “No, Robby, that’s not what I’m saying.” Finally, her feet move, and she sits on the bed in front of him, eyes searching his face in an urgent worry. “You two had sex?”

He bristles. “Apparently. Like I said, I don’t remember. She said she did, though. I didn’t even ask her anything, I just felt weird so I came back here and I’ve been doing nothing.”

Voice cracking, she says his name as softly as she can. “Robby.”

The ends of his brows meet as he furrows them, his body shrinking under her scrutiny. Sam wants to ease up, wants to back off and allow him her space, but she feels like she can’t breathe.

Zara didn’t. Zara couldn’t have.

And Robby can’t be referring to it as a mistake. Least of all his mistake.

Her heart cracks seeing his dazed but nervous eyes, kind green eyes that had never been good at seeing the injustices dealt to him. How is she meant to say this? How is she meant to tell him?

Robby, you were assaulted.

“Um, if you were drunk,” she starts, biting her lip, “it doesn’t sound like you, um…it doesn’t sound like you consented to it.”

Something flickers in his gaze, and Robby leans back, shaking his head. As if to say no, that’s not possible. “I must have at some point last night. I probably said yes.”

“You were drunk,” Sam whispers, her nails digging into her palms, “Robby, that’s not consent. Was…was she drunk too?”

From just the look he’s giving her, she knows what the answer is. She knows what Zara must have done. The unimaginable.

And suddenly she’s fantasizing about knocking the girl’s phone out of her hand before proceeding to give her the beatdown of a lifetime. Sam feels her blood run hot, as Robby shakes his head again, saying she remembered everything again. And this isn’t any particular desire to beat her on the mat, oh no. Right now, her current fantasy is kicking the shit out of Zara after she’s expelled from the competition entirely.

How dare she. How dare she, how dare she, how dare she. How dare she do it at all, and how dare she do it to one of her friends.

“We have to tell someone,” Sam chokes out, barely keeping a hold on her anger, “we have to tell my dad, your dad—”

“No!” Robby says, raising his voice for the first time, his eyes wide. “Don’t tell them anything, Sam. I mean it.”

A hopeless sort of feeling blooms in her chest and she responds in a weak voice. “What? Robby, what she did isn’t okay, we can’t let her just do that and walk off scott free! Someone needs to do something! Oh my God, if Tory finds out what she did—” And Sam leaps up, her heart pounding out of its chest from rage, concern, fear, she doesn’t know what at this point. Her feet are moving on their own, almost like she could just walk up to Tory’s room right now to tell her exactly what the fuck Zara did so that the two of them can kill her together.

But before she can take a step, Robby is up on his feet too, grabbing her hand in a panic. “Don’t tell Tory.” His voice cracks. “Please.”

The little tremble that follows is what calms her down just enough to look at him. To really look at him. Not just his disheveled, confused, hurt state, but. All of it. Robby has been a mess since they got here, and since maybe before that. Wracked with guilt for what happened with Kenny, devastated at having to watch his almost stepbrother get to go to college while he himself would never even apply, faced with fighting against his girlfriend in the biggest tournament in the world.

She thinks back to a few days ago when she’d given him grief for not telling them about Kreese, and Sam hates herself a little.

Robby’s shaking, still holding on her hand in such a light grip that it doesn’t really seem like he’s trying to stop her, but rather trying to ground himself. She breathes his name and raises both their hands up, along with her other one, to rest on his cheeks. It’s not a good look, to cup her ex-boyfriend’s face when her actual boyfriend is in a whole other country, but right now, she couldn’t care less.

He leans into her touch, shutting his eyes. There’s a lump in Sam’s throat and she feels tears spring to her eyes, tears that she commands with all her willpower not to fall. He just…he looks so beat up, despite a lack of bruises or cuts, and she’s seen Robby look hurt, angry, upset, but she’s never seen him look so defeated.

Slowly, without being sure who moves first, Sam is hugging him. His own hands rest weakly on her back, and he, Jesus Christ, still smells like alcohol. Oh, Robby. She wants to scream, wants to cry, but wills herself to try and be rational, or at least as rational as she’s supposed to be after learning one of her teammates, one of her friends, was taken advantage of in such a horrible way.

“I should never have drunk anything,” comes his quiet voice, and even as she shakes her head to try and tell him not to even think about blaming himself for this, he keeps going. “Of course someone did something to me. I was so stupid.”

“Don’t say that,” she pleads, pulling him closer, hoping that her hands that are constantly training and fighting might still have some comfort or compassion in them. “Robby, this wasn’t your fault. You can’t think that.”

“I’m the one who got drunk.”

“Everyone there was drunk. I—fuck.” Sam pulls back and Robby automatically stumbles back and sits without the support of her arms, so she follows suit and sits too. It’s uncharacteristic of her to swear, or at least to swear out loud, but the horrible feeling in her chest has spread down to her stomach. “I should never have left. I was sober, I should have kept an eye on you instead of leaving it to Demetri and Hawk.”

Even now, with everything that’s happened and the fact that he’s the one who got hurt, he still gazes at her with those kind green eyes (even when he was in Cobra Kai, Robby’s eyes never had the look—he didn’t really have the killer instinct, and she wonders if anyone else noticed that) and he reaches out and touches her hand.

Robby, Robby who’d cut her off at Moon’s party which feels like forever ago, Robby who’d let her lean on him the entire walk to the car, Robby who’d taken her to his dad’s place despite hating him then just to keep her from getting in trouble. Robby who she should’ve taken care of the same way yesterday.

“This was not your fault,” the same Robby says, firmly sounding more sure about that than anything else he’s said the past few minutes, “it wasn’t.”

He’s not touching her just to reassure her, Sam realizes, it’s because he’s desperately trying to get some kind of contact, some kind of comfort. So she turns her palm and lets him hold it without any kind of hesitation.

And she doesn’t believe him, but this isn’t about making Robby soothe her own conscience, so she drops the topic. For now.

“Are you okay?” she asks first, immediately cringing at how stupid it sounds. “Sorry, I mean, just, how do you feel right now? Shitty, I know, but—”

“I’m okay,” he mumbles, in a decidedly not-okay way.

“Can I ask…can I ask why you don’t want to tell anyone?”

Robby looks away, a wary, hazy expression on his face. “I just. I’m already letting everyone down, Sam. Don’t say it’s not true,” he cuts off her protest, “the first round, you and Miguel were still going strong, and I let myself get distracted and forced us out. And I just, keep fucking doing it. I got captain and I’ve done nothing to actually earn it. Both our dads are disappointed in me. I’m letting the team down. I’m letting myself down. I wanted to win. I wanted to win,” he repeats in distress, and she can only squeeze his hand intently, “and all I’ve done is lose. Last thing I need is for them to realize that I’ve done something even more pathetic.”

She wants to argue. Wants to say that none of this matters, that the team and their fathers wouldn’t ever blame him for this, but how can she say that? How can she say for sure? In the most horrible corner of her mind’s eye, she can almost see Demetri shrugging. At least she’s hot. She can see her father making an awkward face, trying to make things sound better than they are. We don’t want to make a scene and jeopardize our place here. She can see Johnny…can she see Johnny? Has she even seen Johnny talk to his son one-on-one since they’ve been here? Would there be anyone on the team who would wholeheartedly support Robby right now?

Miguel would, she thinks, because she’ll go insane if she doesn’t. If Miguel was here, he’d be right next to Sam, comforting his brother. He’d know what to do. He’s much more rational than she is, ironically the Miyagi Do-esque stopper on her Cobra Kai-esque tendencies.

But everyone else on the team, Sam can’t say. She hates it. She doesn’t want to believe the worst of them, but can’t believe the best either.

So all she says is, softly, “And Tory?”

Robby shudders, shutting his eyes for a second. “You don’t think if I tell Tory she won’t try and commit murder? Tory needs this win. She can’t get kicked out of the competition. I can’t do that to her.”

That’s true. Tory would fly off the rails. Sam’s been the target of that insane rage once before. A very vengeful part of her wants to see Zara be the next target. Wants to assist. Maybe to ringlead.

But if Robby doesn’t want her to say anything to anyone, how can she go behind his back to do that?

Sam’s face twists into something painful, a grimace that always makes itself visible when she loses something. “That’s not fair. It’s not fair that you’re trying to spare everyone’s feelings but your own. Zara deserves to get kicked out of the competition, at least. I know there’s no way of reporting it without letting the senseis find out, but…Robby, it’s not fair,” she says again, as though he’s not completely aware of how unfair it is. “That’s not—it’s not—you didn’t deserve that. No one deserves that. I don’t…I want to help you. Tell me how I can help you,” she pleads.

Above everything, Sam hates feeling helpless.

He looks down, staring at their joined hands with his messy hair sticking out in different ways. It shatters her heart completely, thinking of him coming back to this room in the morning, completely out of it, and then being alone. It reminds her of how she’d cried the first time she found out he’d been living without electricity and all by himself at his apartment. Alone then, too.

But fuck that, she thinks spitefully, she’d made sure he had food and water and a home then, and she’ll make sure he always has at least one person on his side now. Even if it means not getting to beat the shit out of Zara, even if it means snapping at her teammates if they badmouth the other captain. Robby’s been through enough. She doesn’t care about winning this much.

“Can you stay here?” he requests softly, and Sam nods vigorously.

“Yeah. I’ll have room service bring us up some water and food, okay? You haven’t eaten?” He shakes his head. “Okay, I’ll order up some pancakes. And eggs too. And ice cream?”

He shrugs. “Whatever you want.”

It should be whatever he wants. But no one goes through things like this with their appetite as their first priority. So she gets a little bit of everything off the breakfast menu, as Robby lays back down, staring up at the ceiling again. She thanks the host, before hanging up and joining him. They’re both above the blankets, not really looking at each other, wondering what to do.

This time, Sam takes the initiative and reaches out to hold his hand. He squeezes and she can feel the gratitude.

“You’re, um…” Robby speaks up after a few minutes. “Really knowledgeable about this. I mean, fuck, that’s the wrong word. You just seem like you know what you’re doing.”

There’s a question in there, but she doesn’t know if she wants to talk about the answer. Remembering that hand, trying to touch her, the sinking feeling in her stomach when she’d realized how fucking stupid she’d been.

“We weren’t in the same school then,” Sam begins hesitantly, “but a little bit before we met, I…I was on a date. The guy tried to…score.” She cringes just saying that. “He never got far, I stopped him, but he still tried. And the next day he spread a rumor that we. Y’know. Did stuff. Pretty much everyone believed him.”

There’s no answer, so she turns her head only to realize Robby is all but glaring, not at her, but his brows are pinched so hard that she’d believe he’d invent time travel to prevent it from happening to her in the first place. “Who?”

Any other day, she would say it didn’t matter. Today, because it’s Robby, she answers simply, “Kyler.”

His eyes widen. Sam knows what he’s thinking immediately. He’d hung out with Kyler. Had practically been friends with him. At that time, it hadn’t felt as big a betrayal as him being friends with Tory, because Robby only just learned about Kyler—he’d always known that Tory had attacked her. And if it was anyone else, on any other day, Sam might’ve asked if it would have mattered if he knew about Kyler. If Robby had been so bent on hurting her, would he have really stopped at that boundary?

(And would it have hurt him so much if she had cheated on him with anyone other than the guy who had humiliated him at the All Valley? The guy who his dad had chosen over him? Had she crossed the unimaginable boundary first? Had she deserved what came next?)

She’ll probably never have her answer. But Robby offers a muted, “I’m sorry, Sam,” which makes her need for an answer a little less urgent. “Does Miguel know…?”

“No.” Of course he didn’t. A few months ago, after his campus visit, Miguel had laughed recounting everything to her, saying Kyler’s kinda okay now? and she’d said nothing, only smiling along and pretending that she didn’t resent it. Miguel didn’t know what he’d tried. She’d never spoken about it until now. But he had known about the rumors. Hell, he’d been the one to beat Kyler up for them. For all of Hawk’s snickering about how everyone Kyler had bullied got to beat him up, she’d never had the opportunity.

Once again, Sam wonders if it would matter. A second later, she reminds herself that this isn’t about her. Not right now.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs, even though it isn’t.

After a few seconds, she asks, “What about Chozen?”

“What about him?”

“Would you tell him? He doesn’t really do the whole disappointed dad act.”

Softly, he snorts. “Yeah, but he overreacts. Besides, word will still get back out to my dad.”

She turns to face him. “So you’re just going to…let her get away with this?” It’s crude of her to say, and a year of competitions and karate gang wars have definitely twisted her mindset into one that only seems to care about winning. And this isn’t just losing. This is an attack, a blow, a sucker punch when someone isn’t looking.

Robby squeezes her hand again, facing her too, a never-ending, tired fight in his eyes. “What else am I supposed to do, Sam?”

It’s a genuine question. She’s tempted to simply pull him into a hug and hold him close until she was sure Zara was out of the vicinity, the building, the fucking country. She’s tempted for her answer to just be for him to lie low and let her take care of it—and whether taking care of it looks like going to the board and informing them what happened or breaking down Zara’s door then crane kicking her Dad-style in the face, she hasn’t decided yet.

There’s a knock on the door that makes them both flinch, and their shoulders relax at the same time when the person calls out “room service!” Sam stands, going to grab the food.

She might have overdone it, she realizes, when she runs out of hands to hold everything. Eggs, pancakes, bacon, hash browns, waffles, donuts, eclairs, ice cream, small cakes, and more.

Right as she’s about to request that the delivery guy just leave the cart with them, Robby comes up behind her, taking the rest. He thanks the guy and closes the door, and their eyes meet in bewilderment until a small laugh escapes him. Sam’s heart flutters at the sound, amazed that he even has it in him.

“You really ordered everything, huh? You know we have a limit on how much we can charge on the card?”

“It’s okay.” Sam puts everything in her arms onto the hotel table, sitting on top of it before opening the bags. “I’ll charge it to my card before my dad finds out and gets pissed.”

Robby nods, setting the trays in his hands down as well. They both look down, and her stomach even growls, but neither of them dig in.

He looks uneasy.

“Hey,” she says softly, “penny for your thoughts?”

Gnawing at his lower lip, Robby sits on the rolling chair in front of her. His expression is pensive, and he makes no motion to touch the food, so Sam doesn’t either. It wouldn’t be fair.

“How am I gonna do the next event?” he whispers hopelessly. “Seeing Tory and Kwon is already messing with me enough. Now Zara? I don’t want to see her. I—I’m getting the feeling that if I do, I’ll be off my game even more. I don’t wanna fuck this up, but I will.”

Sam takes a deep breath. “Robby, can I be honest?” A small nod. “You’re putting way too much importance on the competition. I know it means a lot to you and everyone else to win, and I want to win too, more than anything, but…” She thinks for a second, wondering if she really wants to sue more discourse, but then decides screw it, she may as well. “You’ve been dealt a really shitty hand here. Our dads haven’t been fair to you. Our team hasn’t been fair to you. And I contributed to that when I told everyone about Kreese and Tory, and I’m sorry. I can’t make everyone else change what they think, so I don’t know if this helps you at all, but even if you singlehandedly cost us the next match, I won’t be mad at you. And no one’s gonna say shit to you if I can help it. If you don’t want me to tell anyone what Zara did, fine, I can respect that. I haven’t told anyone about Kyler before either. But I’m also telling you that I’m in your corner whether you end up needing me or not. If you wanna win this thing, let’s eat and go train right now. Somewhere outside, so we don’t have to see Zara, or Kwon, or Tory. If you want to forfeit, I’ll help you figure out how and tell anyone you don’t wanna deliver the news to. If you wanna just stay in here and talk or not talk or order a hundred more things we won’t eat, I’ll do it.” She sets her jaw. “We’re co-captains. It’s about time we act like it. I don’t care about the competition. You’re my friend. I care about you.”

She’s out of breath by the time she finishes her spiel, and she already knows there’s a million things she forgot to say, and a million more she knows she sounds privileged over—it’s easy for her not to care about the competition when she’s not pinning her entire future on it, of course, and she’s almost about to apologize but stops herself, because Robby Keene has never looked at her the way he is now.

His lips are parted, breathless. His cheeks are tinted red, less in embarrassment and more in astonishment. There’s tears in his eyes, but just like hers earlier, they don’t fall. The two gems shine like emeralds, the same way they do when he gets a point on someone in a match. She always notices them, bad as might sound when she is someone else’s girlfriend, but she can’t help what her mind focuses on.

“You’re in my corner?” Robby repeats, ever so quietly and with a tremor in his voice.

With a small, encouraging smile, she answers, “Always, Keene.” At least, starting now.

“Thank you.” His voice cracks, and Sam thinks it might be okay that she didn’t say all that she wanted to. She thinks Robby gets it. He’s good at that, at knowing what she’s thinking.

“You wanna train?”

And that’s why it’s hardly surprising that he nods, because she clearly is also good at knowing what he’s thinking. There’s always more fight left in Robby even after life makes it its personal mission to try and beat it out of him.

And speaking of which…

“I promise not to tell anyone if you don’t want me to.” She reaches over and squeezes his hand just like before. The image of herself in a black gi flashes in her mind’s eye, and for the first time, she isn’t scared of it. “But I also promise that if we advance, and I meet Zara on the mat, I’m going to knock her out so painfully her sponsors will never even put her face on their damn coffee mugs.”

She half expects him to argue, but instead—

“Ice cream first, it’s melting,” Robby says, and Sam agrees, and they eat.

#cobra kai #samantha larusso #robby keene #keerusso #samrobby #samobby #valkyrie stories

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mingsoooo · 20 days ago

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Little Highschool Crush

pairing: Shen Quanrui (Ricky) & Reader featuring Matthew

Genre: High school crush, subtle blush.

Word count: 1.4k+

Author's note: I loveeeeeee ricky! Hehe, Matthew and Ricky are my bias tbh and yes. A fic about them. It's the SFW version and I love how cute they are!!!! Like I can just tell, Ricky would try to act soooo calm but he can't! And yes, enjoy~

Life at the high school was far from what it was shown in the movies or dramas; it was what you thought, but the last year was like a turning point gift from God. Nine handsome men had enrolled, and amongst them, two of them were in your section. Matthew and Shen Quanrui, or more popularly known as Ricky.

Matthew had a punk look. His hair often styled with partition bangs and ears pierced. Similarly, Ricky had a mullet, dyed brown, and his ears pierced. They had the look of the ultimate bad boys or even fuck boys.

They were the popular boys who were far out of your reach; after all, you were just mediocre, trying to stay on top of things. Quanrui sat a few seats behind you, and Matthew was your desk mate. Benefits? You were surrounded by the handsome boys; after all, Quanrui often came to your table and was even friends with you.

At first you were cautious; after all, female rage was scary, but soon, due to Matthew's shining personality, they didn't care much about you.

But every now and then, in the manga club you'd hear about the rumors surrounding Shen Quanrui. The people he rejected, the amount of girls and guys who had a crush on him and the ex's he had. It was fun to know, but without realizing you too had fallen for him all the while, not even knowing about your feelings.

Thus, you had drawn plenty of sketches of Ricky. Some as the protagonist for a few one shots, and some for personal collection. ~ "Y/n, aren't you going to go to the PE class?" Matthew exited his seat and placed his school coat on the chair. With the approaching winter and the rotten heater, you could feel your hands freeze up.

He ruffled his hair slightly while Quanrui too walked up to your table as well.

"Uh, why don't you go ahead? I'll join in a while." You replied in an awkward manner. Lips held tightly since, it seems that you got your period. The worse thing was it seems to have stained your skirt.

"Well, sure, I guess? Ricky, let's go." Matthew didn't pry in, but Ricky did. He took a glance towards before taking a seat at the chair before you.

"I do not know why you seem to feel under the weather, but if it's due to, uh… female things, Then, I guess, uh, you can use my coat. I have a sister too so…." His words were left hanging, and he took off his coat instead of speaking any further.

'What did I do to deserve it?' you smiled while wearing the warm coat, which was much larger for you. It covered your butt, preventing the bloodstain from being seen.

The students had left. Even Matthew was at the door. Leaving his coat to you, Quanrui left the classroom, and it was now only you and the overpowering feelings. You couldn't be happier, the way his fragrance engulfed you and how he seemed sooooo much closer.

That whole day, you wore it. It was warm, and although many taunting eyes glared daggers at you, you were lost in your own little bubble of happiness to notice. ~ [Ring] The last bell for the day rang, and the school day had ended. Everyone started to pack their bags, and as you packed your bags, Ricky walked past with the huge crowd of students.

With Matthew, you walked out, and at the door, Shen Quanrui waited for both of you.

"Let's go," he said while earning a decent look from Matthew. After all, why was Quanrui wearing only a shirt while you were wearing a men's coat?

While walking downstairs, Matthew met a few of his friends from the club, so both of you left him and continued to walk out of the school grounds. Plenty of hawk eyes took a look at Quanrui; after all, he was so handsome.

But your hands were fiddling. Even at such cold temperatures, the sides of your temple were sweating. Nervous. Extremely nervous.

"Uh… Quanrui… thank you for the coat." You struggled to put the sentence together. Eyes cast at the black-pitched road.

"Eh…yeah…You're welcome," he replied in a similar manner. Gone was the facade of the nonchalant kid; right now he was in the presence of the girl whom he liked. To him, his eyes could always distinguish in a crowd to whom his thoughts were directed.

"I will return it to you after washing," you continued.

"No… no need," Quanrui replied. Hating how nervous he was.

"Not at all! Also, thank you earlier. To be honest, I…uh…had a stain I want to cover."

"Ya y/n-ah, Did you see the latest chapter?!" Matthew pressed his hand on your back. His voice embraced radiance, and while the school bag hung on his other hand, Matthew almost headbutted you due to excitement.

His breath slightly panted. Even so, he continued to match your pace.

"Eh?" Startled, you slightly took a step back but soon controlled your balance upon realizing that it was your friend Matthew.

"Well, yeah. I was so sad that although he was a fortune teller, he died knowing that his death had arrived. Also the fact that his only possession, the tarot, was no longer usable, "You answered while walking in the middle of two boys. Shen Quanrui at your left and Matthew at your right.

"Oh yeah, also remember how his lover didn't know he was stabbed!" Matthew jumped in. His eyes widened with excitement. Earning a look from Quanrui.

"I was almost at the verge of tears in that scene. Though I loved how they portrayed each character through the tarot cards, and even the flowers at the scene gave hints," you concluded.

It was an impactful scene, and you wished for them to live, but death and grievances could never be stopped. Like a waterwheel, they continued to go round and round.

Quanrui took a peek at your expressions, the way your eyelashes slightly flutter when you look forward and the way you slightly bit the lower lip, hating how quickly you get overwhelmed by the scenes that were fictional.

Quanrui gently brushed his fingertips against yours. Almost wanting to hold them or say something to cheer you up, but…

"Indeed. Wasn't the protagonist called the Judgement? And I think the female lead was the fool, right? I wonder which card his lover represented." Matthew was quick to divert your attention.

"Well, I'm not sure, but the tarots are quite fascinating. Which card do you think you'd represent?" You question back while the edge of your ears is tingling with redness.

"Me? I'm definitely the sun. Look how bright I shine!" Shamelessly he smiled, showing his bright teeth and bedazzling personality. As if the air of sadness had passed away, both you and Quanrui giggled.

But amidst the laughter, Quanrui made sure to capture your smile in his eyes. It was sweet; the tiny lines on your smile lines were cute, and the way you threw your head back like a little child was endearing.

"So true!" You remarked and cracked another smile while continuing, "And I think that Quanrui is the strength." Turning your head towards him, you showed a grin. Even Matthew took a glance at the shy goy beside you.

Unlike the usual nonchalant demeanor, he was especially red at the apple of his cheeks. Flustered by your comment, blood rushed to the back of his nape and ears.

"Why do you think so? uh, I mean I don't know about tarot, but…" He paused. Quanrui was a soft-spoken man, unlike his initial impression. A voice was as warm and sweet as honey. To avoid embarrassment, he even looked away, with his hands in his pockets.

Matthew cackled at the sight. He couldn't believe how cute the lover boy was. Never had he ever thought that Ricky (Quanrui) would be so in love that he'd break the nonchalant look. You too joined Matthew but with a Cheshire cat grin.

"Well, because you are very resilient and still so compassionate? Staying in a foreign country isn't easy, so you are the strength."

Your eyes turned to a crescent moon, and your lips curved upwards; meanwhile, Quanrui didn't even look your way. His cheeks were flaming hot and his ears redder than an apple. Countless butterflies swarmed his tummy.

Matthew was almost in tears because of how cute it was, the look of Ricky falling in love and thus, the three of you went home together.

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stonertora · 2 years ago

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Hawks with a dragon hybrid s/o

minors dni! NSFW

warnings: creampies, anal, pp in v, bloodkink (ig?), squirting, choking, spit

Fluff:

i feel like his favorite bodypart would be your wings, simply because they are way bigger than his own, at least twice his size

your wings would be made of skin, he loves touching them, they're so soft and warm

he also loves stroking your horns, they’re so colorful and match your tail

speaking of your tail, he loves it when you two cuddle and you wrap your strong tail around his waist or leg, it makes his feel safe, he’s used to make others feel safe, so it was new to him to be the one feeling safe

he just thinks you look so cute but majestic at the same time, he’d treat you like the goddess you are

would definitely show you off to everyone

your eyes have the key to his heart fr, man was totally flabbergasted when he first looked at them, feeling completely lost and devoured to you

he loves watching you eat or laugh, tbh everything you do that shows your fangs, which have a weird influence on him, but in a good way,man’s totally obsessed with them

NSFW:

usually you’re the dominant, at least in your past realationships, he’d be the only one to dom you, for sure

the first times having sex with him were weird to you, being the submissive one was completely new and unknown to you, you definitely needed some time to get used to that

but you learned to completely trust him after some time, but that didn’t mean that you would make it easy for him tho 😏

jokes on him, he absolutely loves it when you ride him and choke him tho. it drives him insane, letting you have control of his breathing, his life at the very moment

he’s also so in love with your lil plump ass, you can’t get away without 2 spankings a day, at least. he mostly likes it covered in his cum

he’s always down to fuck your tight lil asshole tho. Man’s not horny rn? jus turn around and shake your cute lil ass for him, and he’s ready to to

don’t you dare tease this bird man though, he will 100% pin you down the same moment and will happily put a dildo in you pussy, a butt plug in your lil hole and a vibrator on your clit. he won’t fuck you tho. he’ll tie you up to your shared bed and leave you there for hours, and prolly watch tv while he eats sum nuggets he got from kfc later that evening

being a dragon hybrid you also have something similar to his mating season, but it’s more about fucking than love , at least it’s also about spring time. when this time comes, you two always take at least two to three weeks off work

he’s a whore for your wet cunt, he’d always tell you about how ,,it’s just made for me” or how it’s like ,,your cunt is shaped for my cock”, he’s also cumming in you a lot, cause it feels like you’re closer to each other, or maybe just because you look just so pretty, face all red from crying, his big cock fully inside your throbbing pussy, clit all swollen from the circles he rubbed in 10 mins earlier, his cum dripping out of your stretched out hole, ruining the sheets

you’re a whore for his neck kiss sessions, soft lips caressing the flesh of your soft skin, short little moans leaving your throat, just so desperate for him, hoping for him to cover your soft flesh in purple love bites for everyone else to see ❤️

once he bit down you neck a little too hard, making you bleed, he felt so bad and kept apologizing for hurting his princess, but at the same time it made his blood flush to his cock, he was ashamed about it at first, who would like seeing his s/o hurt or even bleed? jokes on you, it’s him, he does. it drives him crazy seeing how the thick red liquid matches with your pale skin, he can’t explain it

let’s not forget about that he has to work a lot, due being the number 2 pro hero of Japan, so when you get home all stressed about work and he’s not able to just fuck you, he’s always more than happy to help you realax. just sit on his face, and don't you worry about your weight, he would die a happy death, if he would suffocate between your thic thighs. he just wants to please his princess

one time he wouldn't stop fingering you, even tho you told him that you actually had to pee. long story short, you couldn't handle another orgasm and started squirting. the sheets getting covered in hot liquid, you were so embarrassed, Keigo on the other side, just unlocked a new kink.

he loves to spit in your mouth, your pussy or on your tits or stomach, but mainly in your mouth or pussy, it’s something that shows how intimate you allow him to be with you, how much you trust him

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insanityofbones · 1 year ago

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🍪 Anon asked

Mommyyyyy can you make Yandere Rengoku headcanons for a female reader whos super short?? 🥺 i love your work btw → 🍪

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : Yandere!Rengoku X Fem!Short!Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : Yandere, obsession, Rengoku masturbating over you, 2 small drabbles, smut, gore/murder description of tengen

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 : God i had fun with this one, ty cookie! Here's your food! 🥀 a bit of self projection on my end tbh

Let me have a bite.

† Rengoku is constantly watching you, especially around Tengen. Despite the fact the man is his best friend, he can't help but distrust him.

† He thinks your shortness is cute but it also makes you weak. Rengoku being a man, he believed he needed to protect you at all costs.

† One time Tengen was being way too flirty with you, Rengoku cut that shit out almost immediately. 'Stay away from Y/N Tengen, she is mine.'

† Sometimes he picks you up to reach high places, a Rengoku Speciality. It also gives him a reason to put his hands on your thighs, wanting to mark you as his.

† You weren't even allowed on missions without Rengoku, he simply didn't want you alone. He just had to be by your side, the thought of another man stealing you carved deep into his soul.

† Rengoku regularly thinks about your sweet body draped over him, inducing him to jack off to the thought of taking you whole.

Sweat dripped from his toned body, pants filling the air as he just thought about you. Imagining your cunt clenching around his cock, Rengoku's hand pumping the hard flesh. The fact you would never know just made it hotter, the thought of him cumming inside of your pussy filled him with a primal need. To keep you forever and ever, to never let you go. The feeling of his warm seed leaking onto his hands with a loud groan, moaning your name into the air.

† He often gives you tiny gifts, usually signed with something like 'Secret Admirer' since Rengoku doesn't want you to know how you drive him insane.

† One time you had trouble falling to sleep at camp on a mission, Rengoku gladly held you the entire night. Even if he didn't sleep himself, he just had to stay awake to make sure you didn't crawl out of his warm grasp.

† With everyone else Rengoku is very cheery, and loud and kind. However, when he is around you it's like being watched by a hawk. His eyes never being taken off of you, especially when you were interacting with someone else.

† When Tengen confessed to you one day, Rengoku overheard it. Driving him to kill Tengen right infront of you.

Emotions whirled your head while you stared at the man you adored, covered in blood. Tengens lifeless body on the floor, fiery eyes burning with a homicidal passion. Rengoku turning to you to smile. "I love you Y/N. Love me too, you have to, you have to." You stuttered trying to say it back— fear crawling in your veins as he held up his katana. Ready to kill you too, cause if he couldn't have you. No one would.

Tags : @flametrashira (thought you might be interested, kek, sorry if your not <3)

#ik its bad #first time doing headcanons #yandere!rengoku #yandere #fem!reader #rengoku kyojuro #kny kyojuro #kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku smut #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyōjurō #kyojuro rengoku #🥀† insanity™#🥀† Rengoku

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aliendragondreaming · 8 months ago

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look at my g5 redesigns boy

incoherent ramblings under the cut

tbh i really hated the fact that g5 got away from the dumbass names they'd give to the ponies and i wanted to try to bring that back but still have g4's flare to it

i made hitch green cause god damn it we need more green horses in this world, and the fact that he and sunny look too alike like you could mistake them for being siblings (plus changing him to be loosely cactus theme ties him back into his sheriff stick in my opinion) (also i kinda hate how his cutiemark turned out, oh well)

every day i grieve the hippie izzy we could've had, i would've LOVED a hippie main character. Also i made her reflect her moon name better cause it really bugged me that she had moon and they did nothing with it, moonshine is a sleep therapist that does art on the side in this. I gave her dreadlocks to help differentiate her from misty but still keep the natural hair (also haha alcohol name)

I also grieve mechanic sunny, it wouldve been so fun having her invent shit on the fly, not to mention it would actually give her a hobby cause all she does is roller skate and sell smoothies when she isn't yapping. And now that i think about it if she was a mechanic it would make even more sense on how they managed to make that flying van thing they use.

Zipp and Pipp have always annoyed me in a design sense I hated how they didn't look related and i hated zipp's hair style toothpaste looking ass. I wish they would commit and give her a mow hawk but alas we live in a cruel world. My designs for them don't really help them look that much more related but I did give them the same markings so you can't say i didnt try. Another thing I changed zipp's special talent from daredevil or whatever to making storms because A i think it wouldve been interesting to see a character who needed magic to gain their cutiemark and B it helps differentiate her more from rainbow dash.

Misty I have the least amount of issues of her in canon cause I think her design is actually really stinkin cute! I mostly just made her look shyer and got rid of the weird pink gradients on her cause they didn't really look that good. (plus her orange mane she gets later I don't like as much)

#this is the only time ill draw these stinkers #mlp #my little pony #g5 #redesigns #hitch trailblazer #sunny starscout #izzy moonbow #pipp petals #zipp storm #misty brightdawn #dragondoodles

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Since this year is such a special occasion, I thought it'd be fun to take a sneak peek into the ✨future✨!

I'm not 100% married to one specific future for Conway, but the idea of him becoming a professor is my favorite so far. After all, he's been shown to be very studious to the point he was already a walking Pokédex as a kid!

So this version of him caught Professor Rowan's attention during one of his school camps (I like to think they went more than once!) and decided to recruit him as his protégé so that he can succeed him when he retires.

[This post turned out longer than expected so I put the rest after the cut!]

While Rowan has taken a back seat at this point, he's still very much not retired and watches Conway like a hawk to make sure he'll be okay when he's on his own. But due to Rowan's resting grump face, Conway often finds him difficult to read and sometimes believes Rowan is dissatisfied with his work, even though he's not! He just looks that way, but he's really proud of him. ♥

So what would Professor Conway specialize in, you ask? Well, since one of his more remarkable characteristics is the fact that he introduced moves that had never been seen in the anime before him (and sometimes even after him), that's definitely something that interests him. In the anime, the process of discovering and learning rare moves spontaneously (when Pokémon "level up") has never been explained iirc. So I thought it'd be interesting to make rare moves and the learning process of these moves his area of expertise, and let his research lead to the eventual creation of TMs as training assistance tools in the anime universe! Plus, in this version he's still an active trainer even if he's more focused on academics, so his research actually comes in handy in battles too.

As for the design itself, I wanted to give him a sleeveless lab coat to mirror his canon self's jacket, but tbh I didn't like how it looked in white, so I made it green instead, aaaand that accidentally made the outfit look just like an evolved version of his canon one, which I guess makes sense? Adults are basically evolved versions of kids after all.

And what's the evolved version of sandals with jeans? Why, Crocs with jeans, of course! 😌

He doesn't care too much about his appearance, so he'll only get a haircut when he feels it's absolutely necessary or when it physically bothers him, so his hair can fluctuate between short and long (or in-between, as shown here! I drew the grown out look just for fun but I actually really like it haha).

Anyway, this post turned out longer than I expected. I just love Professor Conway, okay? 🥺💚

#Conway Day #Pokeani #Anipoke #Pokemon Anime #pkmnart #Conway #Kouhei #Professor Conway #Shuckle #my art #aged up #making fun of crocs while wearing crocs. guess I'm a hypocrite 😆#call me nerdincrocs now

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dre6ming · 1 year ago

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The delicate beginning rush

Instagram photo dump- part 11 -epilogue

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Instagram photo dump masterlist

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Pairing Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

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y/n4real.2002 hi Barbie ! 💘

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austinfans: why did she cut his face like that 😭😭

⤷y/n4real.2002: austinfans he's just ken

⤷austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 anywhere else I'd be a 10 😔

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler what a drama queen 🙄

fan1: I love them they are so fun for no reason at all 😭😭

fans.of.aus: hi Barbie

barbiemovie: hi Barbie 👋

roxanne.02_b1tch: gorgeous spectacular showstopper 😮‍💨 I bow 🙇‍♀️ to you my friend

⤷ y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch oh my lord

fan28: so iconic

fans.of.y/n: I love how she dressed him up🤣🤣

austinbutler: fans.of.y/n I dress myself thank you very much

austinbulter: actually I would like to come here and say that she's the best stylist I have ever had 🤗🤗

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler thank u 😮‍💨

⤷ austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 actually I would like to say that you stole my phone, you know I don't use emojis like that

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler guilty ✋😔🤚

fan94: haha I'm dying 😭😭

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foxnews Y/n and boyfriend Austin Butler seen in the vip tent at the Eras tour on night 5 in L.A. #taylorswifterastour

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fan13: what could this mean😩

taytayfan: their outfits are so reputation coded 😭

clown13: get in the car looser we're going clowning

fans29: oh my gosh they look so sweet

aust1nfan: I'd pay good money to watch them dance and have fun

tay.13: what if Taylor is going to announce a new re-record tonight 🥶😨

fan94: I can't wait to see more of them at the concert

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y/n4real.2002 see you in Paris and Germany and England and then some more, I'm so ready for 2024 🥰🥰 thank you Taylor this is dream

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⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler 🧶💜

fan38: they are so cute, also I'm so excited

taytayfan: I knew when I saw that her and Austin are in the tent that something was up

raoxanne.02_b1tch: y/n4real.2002 you better get me tickets 😡

⤷ y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch if you're nice sure

taylorswift: see you there kid 😜

⤷ y/n4real.2002: taylorswift 🤗

duolingo: Imma be there 🥰🦉

fan03: duo is in the chat

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austinbutler: happy birthday to my sweet girl, my heart beats in your name 💜🧶

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y/n4real.2002: For you alone, I think and plan💜🧶

⤷ austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 i love you truly

fan49: not the persuasion quote 😩 they are so cute I love them

fan3: she looks so effortlessly cool

tchalamet: aw happy 22nd sis, I'm watching you Butler, like a hawk 🦅

⤷ austinbutler: tchalamet understood

roxanne.02_b1tch: 😤😤 try all you want Butler, I'm the love of her life

fan39: omg they are cute

ha8s.all: 22 and 32?!! 🧐 kinda sus

fan1: ha8s.all shut up 🙄

austin_fan: the fact that this is his first post in a year and a half 😩😩 he loves her so much

fan584: I’m so here for them being a bit more public

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y/n4real.2002 💜🧶 eight

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austinbutler: love you my darling 💜🧶

roxanne.02_b1tch: best bridesmaid ever 🥰

⤷ joshuabassett: roxanne.02_b1tch i second that, best groomsman also in the picture here

⤷ y/n4real.2002: joshuabassett and roxanne.02_b1tch the cutest bride and groom I've ever seen

fan93: omg omg Roxanne and Joshua got married 😨😨 I'm so happy for them🥰🥰

fan.of.austin: Austin & Y/n when's your turn? 🧐

fan13: fan.of.austin tbh I think they might be married already

⤷ y/n4real.2002: fan13 no 🤣

fan930: Ah hell no, she's so unhinged

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news.hour rumor has it out favorite couple tied the knot over the weekend. Their engagement apparently lasted a year and the ring has been placed in plane sight. Read more http/y/n&austin.finally-married-www.com

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fan1: I'm pretty sure they wanted it be a secret, this is kinda disrespectful to them

hater.2005: wonder why so secretive about it

fan29: I'm so happy for them

fan4: the ring is so beautiful

⤷ austin-fan: fan4 it was his mom's 🥺

fan594: I hope the tell us soon enough and share some photos

austin.fans: I hope this is true 😭

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y/n4real.2002 the cat is out of the bag - 08.13.2032 my love 🧶💜

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austinbutler: my sweet love, here's to forever with you 💜🧶

tchalamet: I'm so happy for you

⤷ y/n4real.2002: tchalamet best speech ever

taylorswift: timeless 😭

⤷ y/n4real.2002: taylorswift thank you for writing such a beautiful song

billieeilish: best cake I've ever tasted

roxanne.02_b1tch: I'm so happy

fan29: I'm crying all the rumors were true 😭

fan45: she looks stunning, I can't wait to see more

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austinbutler my best girls 💜🧶

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y/n4real.2002: the best dad ever, we love you 💜🧶

tchalamet: no2 already 😨 ?! I'm so excited

⤷ y/n4real.2002: tchalamet best uncle ever

⤷ roxanne.02_b1tch: y/n4real.2002 what about best aunt? 🤨

⤷ y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch my god 🙄🤣

fan3: I'm so happy for them 😭

fan5: omg and it's another girl 😭😭 I'm so happy for them

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler did you just reveal the gender of our baby?! How did I miss that 😭

⤷ austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 I'm so sorry 😭

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler that's ok 😔 we're just getting old

fan.03: they keep being so funny for no reason 🤣😭

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

ahhh hi thank you! (finally answering this!) 🖤

It Took the Night to Believe: chapterfic, complete, 100k. dragon age ii, anders/male hawke. pacific rim au. i am honestly really fucking proud of this fic, like i thought it was great even though it didn't do super well kudos-wise and i did notice that i definitely did lose readers as it went on. i truly have no idea why, this fic is fucking great. it's got angst, it's got comfort, it's got near death experiences, it's got fluff, it's got kaiju—what's not to love??

No Wound as Sharp as the Will of God: chapterfic, complete, 99k. dragon age ii, anders/female hawke. canonverse, post-da2. it took me seven years to post a second chapter of this and a total of eight years to finish it, and the whole time i was writing it after i picked it up again i was so unsure of it, but turns out i really like it. very heavy content, please do mind the tags. takes place while hawke is with the inquisition. anders positive, justice positive. a very intense, very deep, very affectionate friendship between anders and fenris is an extremely important part of the story. like, seriously, the platonic fenders is just as important as the romantic handers. a lot of angst, like so much angst, but the hurt/comfort is real. the b-plot pertains to my theory that justice cures anders of the taint. cole is there. the emotions are high and you can feel them strongly in the writing. again, be careful, but this is a good fic.

A Thing With Feathers Now, Elevate: one shot, 11k. dragon age: origins, alistair/female amell. canonverse, takes place over the course of da:o. this fic is a fucking masterpiece. another that didn't do well numbers-wise but this is easily one of the absolute best things i've ever written and is quite possibly one of the best fics on ao3. i am so fucking proud of this one. the prose, the metaphors, the handling of trauma, the found family—this one deserved way more love than it got. like, i'm serious, this fic is amazing.

It Means Tumult: chapterfic, wip, 349k (yes, you read that right). dragon age ii, anders/female hawke. modern au. okay, obviously i've got to mention this one. i have been working on this fic for eight years and i am very sorry to everyone who saw this go from updating multiple times a week and asking me how the fuck i write so fast to three years without a single update and then i think only one more in the past two years. i'm working on the penultimate chapter, i swear i am, i'm just super stuck right now. this fic is…this fic. i'm not going to lie, i don't really know if this is any longer some of my better writing, but the premise is fucking solid and i have been told more than once that it's clear this is a labor of love and that this is endearing. au where the obvious metaphors are made reality: the circles are psychiatric institutions and being mentally ill is a crime. a lot of angst, but a lot of love. pay no mind to how much better of a character and person aveline is when i write her. i also do admittedly use this fic to deal with my own demons frequently. an andrea gibson poem helped me write one chapter and i later got to tell them about it and they hugged me. this is also very heavily centered on music and has a lengthy soundtrack. please ignore the fact that when i first started writing this i used british english when i typed because i thought it looked better, as i had started doing as a teenager, which tbh i still kind of do but i also realized that's just fucking pretentious to do when you're american, and it was already so long by the time i stopped doing it that there was no way in hell i was going back to editing all of that (as i actually did do with nwasatwog). so that's just the way it is. but yeah, there's a lot of feelings happening here. also the only fic on this list that has an original title instead of song lyrics despite being the one with the most music involved, lol.

Through the Fall and the Feel: chapterfic, wip, 52k. dragon age ii, anders/male hawke. modern au. this is the one i'm working on most right because that's just where the brainworms are. hawke is a teddy bear doctor and anders goes to see him because instead of a pillow from his mother he has a stuffed cat, and she has seen much better days. this fic has a very wholesome premise but has gone into some pretty heavy angst already and i did not mean for eating disorders to be as important to the story as they have become, so be mindful of that. but this fic has a lot of heart and it's absolutely tanking, so if this piques your interest maybe go give it a look? this is also my second foray into m!handers and i am again having fun writing them. but yeah, i actually like this fic a lot and i do recommend it.

#the trash makes noise #sulky-valkyrie #thank you!#<3 #fan fiction #my writing

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alexxness · 1 year ago

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MY THOUGHTS ON THE MIRACULOUS MOVIE // MAJOR SPOILERS!!!!

Man, what a movie.

To be incredibly honest, I prefer this movie than series itself (but still, love the series).

The fact that it LITERALLY solves the 5 freaking seasons, in a simple 1h45 minute movie, just made me giggle the whole time, because it shows how simple the series could've been like this since the beginning, instead of just letting us starve, lmao.

Also, the thing that we just have the form that we all know of Hawk Moth, shows that he didn't need all those other phases he had throughout the series and stuff.

Sure, this is a movie, so they obviously had to make the story shorter. But still, they did EVERYTHING they needed to do, in like what?? 1-2 weeks?? In the series, they took months or so....

OHOH!!! AND THE FACT THAT THEY MADE ADRIEN SAY "My father died years ago." to Gabriel's eyes was WILD!!! Wasn't expecting that tbh.

But in the end, they end up having a father and son moment, by LITERALLY FIGURING OUT WHO THEY BOTH ARE?!?!!?! HELLO??!!!!???

Also, I found funny how they didn't add that ✨magical mask✨ thingy here, because Cat Noir's mask was ripped off so easily 😭

And of course, we can't forget our Adrienette/Ladybug x Cat Noir (forgot their ship name) moments.

Comparing to the series, the movie went straight foward with them in the end (and during the rest of the movie ahahah) + THEY REVEAL THEIR IDENTITIES!!! (this movie's giving it fast lol) ; I just didn't like how they cut their kiss (I'm looking at you, Jeremy ZAG >:[)

But just talking about the movie itself, it's really good imo. As a Miraculous fan, and I really like how this movie turned out. The musical numbers were great (not that great tho, since I'm not big of a fan of musicals, so it's an ok for me).

It'd recommend to watch it, being a fan of the series or not. It's interesting.

I'd give it a 7.5/10

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At @moominhands behest here is my game list thing! <3 Reasoning under the cut:

Favorite game of all time: If i absolutley have to pick one it'd have to be Shadow of the Colossus, tho runners up are definitely ICO, FNV, Okami, Windwaker and Twilight Princess. it's hard to choose just the one honestly there's so many more too, but this game was so influential and i sunk so many hours into just exploring the world and taking in every tiny detail, it and ICO really changed my perspective on games in general.

Favorite Series: Dragon Age, it's camp and has a lot of issues, but it gave me extreme brain rot and i love it a lot.

Best Soundtrack: ICO, this game has barely any music! But when it does, it really goes all out, the resting theme and the erie music before the final boss are my favorites.

Favorite Protagonist: Hawke, from Dragon age 2, this is surprising to absolutely no one.

Favorite Villain: Dormin from SOTC, I love this thing, is it even really a villan? who knows but it's very cool and i love the voice acting for it! runners up are the shadow creatures from ICO for similar reasons and The Master from Fallout 1.

Best Story: Night in the Woods. This was really hard to pick tbh i could've put a few in this spot but this is one of my favorite story focused walking sims and i love to revisit it.

Have not played but want to: Disco Elysium, I've attempted to play this game on console very briefly once but couldn't get used to the controls. Now that i have a PC I'm planning to play it but i need to be in the right headspace for big CRPGs as i find them hard to get into so, i just need to wait till the time is right to play it. I also want to play Hades.

You Love, Everyone Hates: The Last Guardian, everyone hated this game SO MUCH, especially at launch.. Heaps of streaming people who had only ever played Shadow all expected it to be SOTC again but when it turned out to be much closer to ICO with only some elements of Shadow people just hated it so much for what it wasn't. This game much like ICO can be frustrating at times but it's really good and had a lot of love put into it, the A I of the Creature Trico is especially cool as it learns depending on how you interact with it and becomes more responsive and easy to direct. It's certainly not a game for everyone but it didn't deserve the amount of disdain it received on release.

You Hate, Everyone Loves: (please don't kill me for these I don't actually hate them they're just not for me) Kingdom hearts, I tried multiple times to play these games and i just couldn't get into them, they're just not for me i think, i don't really find the gameplay or story elements particularly engaging. Sad! a lot of my friends really love these and seem to get a lot out of them. I never had the chance to play them as a kid though so i feel like i may have had different opinions if i'd started playing them earlier. Last of us 2, The weird opinion split when it released between bigots who hated it cause women and queer people were in it and then the other people saying it was the most profound piece of media ever was really frustrating because it kind of shut down a lot of good faith criticism. I think the main problems i have is that it came out in a really depressing time where something with such a bleak and unsatisfying ending came across as a bit gauche even though the devs couldn't have anticipated it. And that there's a bunch of good elements about it that just didn't really stick the landing for me, or were handled poorly imo. Personally the overall message it's going for via it's gameplay and story had already been done, and done better over 10 years prior (see Shadow of the Colossus; Ico was a stated main inspiration for the first last of us and i'm pretty certain Shadow was for part 2 considering the parallels), and it would've been quite ground breaking back then but now it's not so much. Again this is personal opinion of how it's just not really for me.

Best Art Style: Okami! Kind of self explanatory, even on ps2 this game's graphics still hold up because of that art style, and i love how it was incorporated into the gameplay.

Favorite Ending: Zelda: Twilight Princess, love this game, the climactic boss rush and the story conclusion is so good, it's such a long game and the characters go through so much it all really wraps up nicely even with it's melancholic tone. This was the first Zelda game i fully finished so the ending had more of an impact on me too because of that.

Favorite Boss Fight: Crimson Helm, from Okami, this guy is super fun to fight, cool design, great arena, always a good one to revisit.

Childhood Game(s): my first ever game was Duke Nukem DOS on the floppy disk on my dads old computer, it's a side scroller that's sound effects are drilled into my brain. Frogger i got later on the same computer once dad upgraded his for work, it was the first game i ever finished. and Nintendogs i got much later again with the old clunky silver DS, i played this game way too much.

Relaxing Game(s): Lil Gator Game, it's so fun and cruisey to play, really charming and great controls. Flock, I only played this recently but it's so fun, very pretty, you just fly about and spot new creatures to list in your encyclopedia! A Short Hike, really great chill vibes, i love revisiting this one every now and then. Proteus is also a good one.

Stressful Game: Mass Effect 2, I love these games but they're so stressful trying to avoid people dying from random dumb choices you make hours prior omg! 2 is especially bad for it off memory, i remember writing up a strategy sheet for that last big level so i could avoid people dying.

Game you always come back to: Drakan The Ancients Gates, I love this one, it's a bit janky but it's got a really weird and interesting world, with a weird plot and bizzare character design.

Guilty Pleasure: The Dog Island, this game is so silly but i played so much of it as a kid it was kind of ridiculous, so i really enjoy revisiting it every now and then, it's also kind of bizarre in terms of how the story is written.

Tons of Hours Played: Baldur's Gate 3, I've only played it through twice but it's stacked up a bunch of hours, really good tho! others that I've spent way too much time with is Dragon age Inquisition, Animal crossing NH and NL, and of course SOTC but i dont actually have the hour count for that one, i can only assume.

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princess-of-the-corner · 9 months ago

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Amnesia!Dabi

K, I don’t know if my asks are being eaten, or not, but my devices are being temperamental little shits, so I’m sending this instead, because the submissions usually work. If the asks did get through, apologies for cluttering up your in box, and you don’t have to answer this one (but if this sucker deletes itself one more time, I am chucking it out a window).

The asks seem to be disappearing but the submissions are working! Idk why! But given the length and topics I’m going to be putting this one under the read more and answering in bold!

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How long was Toya a Hero before “dying”? What kind of mission was it That led to his “death”?

In CC I have it be that he was a Hero for a bit under two years. I haven’t picked an exact date, but he graduated UA having just barely turned 18, and died sometime when he was 19.

As for the ‘mission’..... I haven’t hammered out the exact nature, but he still dies in a forest fire. This time it was chasing down a villain who decided to hide in the forest. That said, the cause of the fire is still unknown. Given how AfO(or whoever he had doing this shit for him) managed to yoink Toya’s nearly-dead body before anyone else despite how many search and rescue teams were looking for survivors.... I may make it that this was intentional on the villains part, one of the associates luring him in and starting a fire to fake his death.

How exactly do the other Todoroki’s see Himiko, do you think? Like, they clearly accept her readily enough, but how quickly are they just adding her to the family tree?

I feel like Fuyumi and Himiko’s relationship would be a little awkward for a while. Like, Fuyumi feels as though Toya replaced her with Himiko, while Himiko probably ends up seeing herself as Dabi’s replacement goldfish. “Oh, he only started caring about me because I remind him of his sister. He has his sister back now. He probably doesn’t need/want me anymore.” I mean, they probably have a very heartfelt conversation about how he can love and care for both of them, but how long would that take?

I did answer the thing about the ‘feeling replaced/like a replacement’ in another ask but yeah they’d have to have a conversation about it. Tbh I think either Shoto or Enji would prompt that conversation due to the whole, ya know, Enji accidentally made Toya feel like he was replaced by Shoto(though in that case he kinda was but not exactly but still). So they kinda click on to what’s happening and remind Fuyumi that /she’s/ the one who’s always reminding them to talk about things but stubborn hypocrisy runs in the family.

I think this would lead to the more solidly ‘adding Himiko to the family’ because when they /do/ talk and Toya finds out he puts his foot down on nope, they’re both his sisters and they’re different people and that’s fine!

But also... the family is real weird in that they have a habit already of going ‘well you’re family now’. Like the Burnin thing is still happening here. And Hawks was low-key getting dragged in. They might be a little more dragged in in this au but that’s a different subject.

How exactly do you think they confirm Dabi is Toya, and not a Nomu? Once it’s confirmed, how do they even break it to anyone else?

Testing for that would happen really early on. So it.

After Dabi shows up at UA with Himiko, they interrogate him on things as one would for a villain that just turned themselves in. He confesses to the amnesia stuff(he kinda has to because he can’t answer basic questions like ‘what’s your legal name?’ and ‘how old are you?’). He offers what he does know.

And like. There are some very obvious clues. His Quirk for one. If he tells them about how ‘that peppermint kid triggered a memory’. He’d probably tell them he dyed his hair but it’s actually white(though it might also be a bit red at this point given he hasn’t been overusing his Quirk). He’s pretty sure he had siblings because of the memory triggers from Himiko.

They start putting it together but do dna and fingerprint tests to be sure before they tell anyone. And the results of the DNA testing do indicate 100% match to Toya.

Now re: Nomu specifically.... they haven’t encountered a Nomu that’s any kind of coherent. All of them are very kinda fucked up. (Side note for both this and CC: though both Dabi and Kurogiri were experimented on, it was different than the Frankenstein nonsense the other Nomu are so they’re still themselves.)

Breaking it to anyone else is hard but they break it to Enji first because ya boy has the security clearance to Deal With This™. But it pretty much boils down to just telling him the facts of “Hey, a villain just turned himself in. Says he has amnesia but the shit he does remember, along with physical features and his Quirk and along with the dna testing we did say that it’s your fuckin kid”.

Which. Enji takes about as well as one can in that situation. A bit skeptical at first because he has to be, so he does make sure there’s no chance they’re wrong but GOD his kid is alive even if he doesn’t remember jack shit.

They let Enji do the bit re: telling the rest of the family and reassuring them that ‘yes, this is real holy FUCK’.

since this is “Enji actually woke up earlier, he’s working on shit” would Rei be in better shape? Maybe not out of the hospital, but visiting more and such?

yes and no? Hm. It.

So things up to and immediately after Toya’s death are pretty much the same as CC and that.... I haven’t gone into it much because I plan to do so in Road to Hell. But obvs Rei’s mental health was on a downward spiral and she goes in the hospital. She does start to get better but.....

The news of Toya’s death causes a drastic relapse. Like she was getting better but was still quite fragile and the death of her son really just hit her hard.

Rei has to come back to that and while I do think it’s a little easier with knowing that Enji is also working on his hot mess of things and that the remaining kids are doing better too, I don’t think it’s enough to speed up her recovery that much.

So she’s likely still in the hospital, but similar to canon/cc she’s on the verge of being cleared for release.

(Now for a bit more comedy)

When Dabi “escapes” the clinic, I think I originally said something like, it takes them a full fifteen hours to notice he’s just gone. How do They realize? What do they do? Why does it take another week to locate him? How absurd can we make this? (Seriously, I like to imagine Dabi’s “escape” as just a comedy of errors, like, Fate decided “oh, you know what’ll be HILARIOUS?”)

I mean I’d assume whatever staff are there go to check on him again. Either in general ‘check his vitals’ or because the one tried to sedate him and didn’t realize it failed so they’re here to sedate him again but whoops he’s gone???

There’s the panic of them trying to find him and all but they honestly just fucking can’t. Surely he didn’t just walk out the door, right? Okay okay okay the door guard was asleep but surely he can’t have wandered /that/ far? Nope he’s just. He’s just gone lmao. They’re all getting fired.

Again, I’m sorry if you did get these asks, but my computer is being glitchy, and it is slowly driving me insane. Also sorry for sending all these at once, you dont have to answer them all! Answer them (or don’t) in your own time, I’m sure you’re busy! Hope you’re having a good day!

(and now, if I hit the “submit” button while chanting a Lord’s Prayer, along with a blood sacrifice, and a can of peach juice, then hopefully it will-

#submission #amnesia!dabi

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