#also i hope to get his weapon too but we'll see

[aeviare]

{guaranteed c1 scara sooooooon... and hopefully more. but i'm guaranteed my next 5* T^T bb boi is the only one outside of aether that is triple crowned lol}

[ryescapades]

genre/warning: hoshina soshiro x gn platoon leader dazai!reader (can be both platonic or romantic), fluff

a/n: had a sudden burst of idea so here ya go :) can also be in the same universe as narumi’s version if you want it to be. up to yall!

narumi | extra

"oh, you're in charge this time too?"

tucking a pistol into the holster on your hips, you turn around at the sound of hoshina's voice, a teasing smile on your face. "you don't sound happy about that at all, vice-captain." you snicker.

your superior rolls his eyes lightheartedly. "last time you were assigned to this, one of the newbies almost blew up her drone," he points out, making you shrug. "not my fault they believed what i said about the kaiju hacking and taking control of our drones,"

"you shouldn't be giving out false information in the first place, platoon leader," he chides, and you give him a mock salute. “aye aye, sir. i promise i will only give away accurate information from now on,”

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the grating sound of the massive gates sliding open fills the atmosphere, the new group of recruits waiting on standby as the kaiju beyond the gates prowl around.

"alright, the monthly evaluation will proceed as usual. neutralize kaiju, assist in whatever way ya can and we'll see how much your combat power has risen up since last time." hoshina says, looking over the recruits as you and another platoon leader from your division stand beside him.

with the ten minutes given as preparation, your eyes glint in a way that has hoshina suspiciously eyeing you as you approach one of the officers.

"how's the prodigy doing?" you greet, causing ichikawa to startle before he turns to you with a quick salute, a faint blush blooming on his cheeks at the nickname. "platoon leader y/n! i'm doing fine. i'm hoping my power release will improve today, since i've been working well with these freezing rounds," he beams.

"that's right! and i'll be right there with ya, reno! my combat power will definitely increase as much as yours, if not more!" furuhashi suddenly appears, slinging an arm around ichikawa’s shoulders with a wide grin. you smile as you watch them interact, before an idea comes to your mind.

"you guys remember the small armory hidden somewhere in the field, right? you see, extra points will be given if you manage to find it and use any of the big guns during the evaluation," you muse, a hand cupping the side of your mouth to not let the others around you listening in.

seemingly engrossed with the ‘hints', the two boys nodded eagerly. "so more points if we use the super secret weapons, huh?" furuhashi cheers excitedly as ichikawa puts a hand under his chin, thinking hard. "but the field is so big though, can we really find it while fighting kaiju at the same time?"

"sure can! you'll know when you see it. just run around near the garage area and it might be there right in front of you guys," you add, sounding all the more convincing. funnily enough, they start discussing several plans on how to quickly find the armory. "yeah, that's right. write it down, write it down." you insist, pleased that they don't notice your mischievous tone as you start to walk away, leaving them to their own devices.

"you'll immediately get zero mark if ya even so much as touch any of the weapons. those are only for your superiors to use,"

furuhashi and ichikawa yelp in surprise before they finally realize what their vice-captain had said. "wait, what?!" the former exclaims. the two of them swivel their heads towards you, looking betrayed at the expression you threw at them from afar; a tongue sticking out, a wink and two peace signs with a faint giggle of "teehee," coming out of your mouth.

"currently, the weapons in the armory are not fully loaded and it's our job— not the recruits'— to make sure they're always ready to be used in case of an emergency. your platoon leader over there," hoshina retorts, nodding his head towards your direction. "they knew fully well yall newbies won't ever find the armory given how hidden it is. although if ya actually do manage to find it and use the guns, it's not like they're going to fail ya. they're in charge of the marking systems this time," he explains.

"then why did they even mention about the armory in the first place?" reno questions, confusion taking over his face. "well, y/n is also in charge of loadin’ up the armory, unfortunately. you guys probably seemed like the perfect victims for them to use in bringin’ those weapons back to base for said maintenance," hoshina further clarifies, shaking his head exasperatedly at the thought of you slacking off at work.

well, technically you did convey the correct info… but still.

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you’re taken out of your reverie when there’s a light bonk on your head.

“stop loafin’ around on the job, y/n,”

rubbing on the spot hoshina had hit, you frown a little. “i’m not loafing around. it’s called taking a rest, vice-captain. something you’d hardly understand,” you mutter, tossing over on the couch in captain ashiro’s office.

the swordsman sighs almost fondly before placing a stack of papers in front of ashiro who has been working hard as ever. “reports for this month’s evaluation.”

“thanks, hoshina.”

“anytime, captain,”

ashiro glances at you from her seat behind the desk. “speaking of reports, i remember you saying you’re working on a new kaiju case, y/n?” she inquires with a perfectly raised brow, spinning the pen in her fingers mindlessly.

at that, your eyes dart over to the coffee table in front of you where a few papers were laid out, paragraphs of dark ink fully covering the surfaces. you’re about to grumble something again when a new voice catches your attention.

“this is all we’ve managed to find about the recent cases, captain ashiro.”

your head perks up, already sitting up as you turn towards the person just behind the couch you’re laying on. “ichikawa-kun! you’re a godsent, you know that? do you wanna write these reports for me?” you implore, eyes shining so brightly that there could’ve been sparkles floating around you with how extremely hopeful you look.

the mentioned officer blinks in surprise, not expecting you to suddenly make such a request. “e-excuse me?” he stammers awkwardly.

“stop makin’ the recruits do your work. it’s unethical. now scoot over,” you pout at hoshina’s scolding tone before doing what he instructed, making space for him to sit on the couch as well.

he pats his (sturdy and thick) thighs, and you happily plants your head on his lap as he reaches over to take your case papers, marvelling at how detailed and thorough your notes are. not a second after, the two of you immediately dive in to discuss about the facts and theories your brilliant mind had thought of.

ichikawa stares at your and hoshina’s interaction with a bewildered expression, sending a questioning look to his captain, which she only shrugs at.

“let them be. they’re in their own world right now,” she says with a small smile.

kind of gave up thinking how to end this so i just let it be at that lol

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[litomilo]

billie eilish x fem!reader 🧟‍♀️

context: the world is in a post apocalyptic scenario, a stranger saves you from zombies and you end up taking her home.

warnings: weapons, zombies, and some making out.

"everything is so fucked up out there, there's nothing... and no one" i tell my brother, richard, coming back from the street after seeing destroyed houses and a total of zero people, at least not people who were actually alive.

"they weren't there?" he asks referring to those fucking undead, also known as zombies.

"i saw some from afar, later when we go to meet sofia and olivia we'll see more. we need to get ready" i say leaving the gun I had in my hands on the table and go to the bathroom to take a shower.

we have a few weapons with us, my mom was police officer and my father was a colonel in the army, they both died leaving two guns and a sword with us.

[...]

after looking at the clock on the wall i head to the room where my brother was "we have to go before it gets dark" i say watching him reloading his gun.

"of course, we can go then" he answers.

we left the house and walked along the sidewalks cautiously, being as quiet as possible, going unnoticed for most of the way, but...

“damn it” i whisper hearing a twig break beneath my brother's foot, what automatically brought quick footsteps behind us.

in a quick reasoning i looked ahead and saw the house we needed to get to. I calculated that: we were about 600 meters from the house, which is equivalent to about 8 minutes walking... maybe 5 if we run.

it might work.

"ricky, run. if they get too close i stay, you go on.” i whisper grabbing his hand and start to run, he's faster so our hands our disentangle a few seconds later. the closer we got to the house, the closer the zombies got to us.

i shot back to knock them down, slowly i was left behind while ricky approached sofia's house, but then, suddenly, the few zombies that were behind me fell "what the fuck?" i think out loud, approaching them, trying to understand what happened.

"u fucking idiot, don't!" a girl i definitely don't know appears, speaking a little louder than a whisper "are you crazy?" she looks at me indignantly. she's very pretty "i don't know where you're going, but you better run" she says and we start to hear footsteps "cat got your tongue, huh?"

"um, sorry" i whisper coming out of my trance "i'm going to meet my brother's girlfriend and her sister... want to come with me?" i ask and she seems to think for a few seconds.

"i have nothing to lose, hope she lives nearby, they're getting closer".

[...]

ricky, the girl whose name i don't know, and i arrived at sofia's house safely. the blue eyed girl who was with me attracted everyone's attention since she appeared by surprise, but no one bothered her, probably out of fear since she was holding a huge gun.

"who are you?" olivia asks hesitant".

"billie, billie eilish" she answers nonchalantly and olivia immediately responds with another question "and why are you here?"

"when you invited me i wasn't expecting going to some kind of interrogation" billie rolls her eyes, sitting down in the armchair as she looks at me.

"y/n, why the hell is she here??" sofia whispers looking at me and i sigh "maybe 'cause she helped me not to be eaten by zombies?!" i answer.

"alright then... i'm gonna make something to eat. we only have two rooms, i'll sleep on the couch." sofia says, heading to the kitchen. olivia will sleep with her boyfriend— my brother. that means me and billie... "please try not to make loud noises, and don't even think about opening the curtains."

i take a deep breath and look at billie, who was tying her hair "u don't mind us sleeping in the same room, do u?" i ask her.

"not really" she says, giving me a slight smile.

"alright, if you want, you can come with me to... see the room" i didn’t expect her to actually follow me, but she did, trailing behind me to the door of the room. as i walked in, i saw the window boarded up with wooden planks behind a black curtain, and just one bed.

a king-size bed. holy shit.

"cool," billie says, totally unenthusiastic, walking towards the bed. "the bed's soft," she laughs, lying down. "come here." she looks at me and i look at her hesitant. "don’t look at me like that, you’re gonna have to sleep with me tonight" she says, making me choke on air.

seeing this, she gets up and walks toward me, making my heart skip a beat. "why are you nervous, y/n?" she call me by my name making me shiver.

"i'm not nervous" i replies, almost stuttering. i curse myself in thought as she laugh.

"not nervous?" billie teases walking closer making me walk backwards until my back hits the wall "you seem nervous" she whispers. i just stare her not saying a word, i look at her lips briefly and notice a sly smile appear on it "did the cat got your tongue again?".

"earlier when we met i was silent 'cause i was thinking that... you're so pretty" i whisper without thinking.

"yeah?" as she says that i notice what i just said and feel my face get hot, but i hum a "mhm".

billie licked her lips moving her face closer to mine, brushing our lips together, turning it into a kiss slowly. she grabs my waist pulling my body closer to hers and she licks my lower lip asking permission. i open my mouth slightly, immediately feeling our tongues gently touching.

i shyly put my hands on her cheeks while she pinned me against the wall making me gasp softly, and that was exactly when someone knocked on the door, interrupting us.

she pulled away, going back to the bed.

a/n: should i... should i do part 2? tell me in the comments if you want to be @ if i post it.

[etfrin]

❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter twenty-one | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 NSFW | canon typical violence, coriolanus snow, a lot of innocent people get murdered but there's no solid description! someone gets hanged as well | lmk if I forgot anything

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 coriolanus snow sees district thirteen getting what it deserves and finds himself with a goal

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 i should be studying... But here ya go! Make sure to give me feedback, we're nearing the end soon!

Beta read by the sweetheart @nowitsmissing

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It was extremely early in the morning when every single Peacekeeper was called into the Peacekeeper base. There was a TV, it was surprisingly a big screen. Definitely from the Capitol. You were standing beside Commander Hoff and behind you were several Capitol officials.

“Today, we make history. Today we'll end the rebellion from its root,” Commander Hoffs’ voice echoes onto the hall.

Coriolanus raises his eyebrows, unsure of what exactly is happening. The confusion is jarring. You looked stoic, your face devoid of any emotions. You never looked so beautiful to him. You looked like power. Fuck.

Coriolanus diverts his eyes before his thoughts turn inappropriate. He looks at the screen and watches it come alive. A familiar face shows up. Lucky Flickerman. The first-ever host of the 10th annual Hunger Games.

Coriolanus furrows his eyebrows before he begins to connect the dots. This has something to do with district thirteen. Ending rebellion from its root? How is that possible? Unless…

District thirteen still exists and the Capitol has fed him lies about it from the beginning. Coriolanus wanted to feel bitter but instead, he felt relief because it meant you were doing something about it. You wouldn't let it go. And this was a gift for him, he realized. District thirteen was what ruined his family and now you're eradicating its existence from the face of Panem.

You were extraordinary.

“Today, district thirteen will cease to exist,” you announced to everyone standing.

And then, Flickerman begins to talk,

“Citizens of Panem, today the Capitol will make history yet again. From the dark age, we have learned not to repeat our mistakes. There won't be a war in Panem ever again, and this is a step towards that,”

He continues,

“Months ago, there was reported activity near the area of district thirteen since then the government has worked tirelessly to find out the truth. It has been revealed that district thirteen exists,” Coriolanus hears multiple gasps, and even Flickerman stops talking for a moment to let the shock settle in.

The man then goes on,

“But those lives there are not blameless. They live with the blood of beloved Capitol citizens on their hands. They have rebellion in their hearts and hence keep themselves a secret. But no more! Because of a special mission approved by the President and esteemed officials' dedication to keeping the Capitol safe,”

“We'll be seeing from our own eyes how the Capitol keeps us safe. We'll see from our own eyes why the Hunger Games is needed. Thank you.”

Coriolanus looks away from the screen and turns his eyes towards you. You were already looking at him and when his eyes caught yours, you smirked.

This was the secret.

This was the mission.

He could only hope that everything goes your way. The screen comes alive in a different scene. People in military gear with weapons of all kinds. Coriolanus' eyes widened, the Capitol would be broadcasting the slaughter of the district in front of their very eyes.

Not much different from the Hunger Games.

Coriolanus wonders why they do that- why broadcast it when you can keep it hidden? This shows Capitol can sometimes overlook some mistakes too. They found out about District thirteen accidentally after all. This is a shame for all of Panem for letting them exist for so long.

But he also thinks that it will reinforce the idea of the Hunger Games. It will make everybody think that violence, the punishment are necessary, or else another district thirteen will pop up again. And history might repeat itself.

Snow looks at the screen and hears the gunshot and the screams. They were murdering indiscriminately but the camera made sure only the armed forces of district thirteen came into view. Most of the soldiers there had extremely pale skin and red eyes. The way they were holding the gun, they were shaking.

All these would be missed by the blind eyes such as of the Capitol citizens but he knew every Peacekeeper and district citizens could notice it. They were sick, extremely so. It was a massacre happening disguised as something else entirely.

There was no fight at all despite what the Capitol wanted to make it seem like. District Thirteen was weak and soon a lot of people were captured, and those people would be tried for treason. Those people would die as well. There was no doubt about that.

He wondered briefly about what would happen to the kids they captured as well. He slightly shook his head, he let those thoughts get out of his head. Not his problem.

“District thirteen is ours now,” you were looking at him as you said that.

Ours.

Coriolanus liked it.

Coryo gives you a split-second smile. The rest of the people present watching the screen go blank. This moment was shared just between the two of you. The mission was a success.

A few seconds later, Commander Hoff speaks,

“To accommodate this victory, several rebels that were caught in District Twelve will be executed at noon . Everyone has to be present. Dismissed.”

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At noon along with Sejanus, he was standing with his back facing the Hanging Tree. He looks through the faces of the people and tries to find you but fails. Maybe you were busy.

Coriolanus has another thought creep into his mind, but he doesn't let it settle. He was sure he would find you in your room when he got back.

He was stationed beside Sejanus. Every citizen present looked down, their shoulders hunched. Every instinct to fight leaves their body after seeing the latest horrors of the Capitol. It is how it should be.

Snow sees the rebels being dragged to their death. Commander Hoff speaks, loud and clear, “Watch all of you, this is what happens when you challenge the Capitols’ rule of law.”

“He's innocent!” A woman screams out, creating havoc in the crowd. “He's innocent!”

The rebel yells at her to run, and other people in the crowd try to make her stop speaking. The rebel was killed within a split second, his body now hanging. His screams are echoed by the mockingjays. It sends down a chill on his spine. His hatred for the bird increases.

Hoff commands the woman to be captured. Sejanus steps forward as if to stop them. Coriolanus holds him back, glad nobody noticed the moment of misconduct. “Don't,” he said, firmly. Sejanus has no choice but to listen.

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Later, he is called into Commander Hoff's office. He was slightly annoyed because he still hadn't seen you since morning. But to his surprise, you were in Hoffs' office along with someone else.

“You have visitors, Mr. Snow,” is what Hoff said before walking away.

“What's this about?” He questions immediately. He looks at you for reassurance. Which you give him immediately.

“I promise it's nothing bad, Coryo.”

The man in the black suit begins to speak,

“I am Richard Heavensbee. I am here as the representative of the government.”

Then the talk happens. Both you and Coriolanus stay silent as the man, Richard, begins to explain why Coriolanus is here right now. Apparently in district thirteen several nuclear weapons belonging to the Snow family were found. The weapons for which the Snow had lost their fortune.

The weapons will be under the government's control as no one in his family is qualified to have the sort of military power. Coriolanus was at the bottom, after all, he should be happy for not having the responsibility. But he wasn't.

He sucks it up because Richard informs them that Coriolanus will receive sufficient compensation for ‘selling’ the weapon back to the government. It was nothing more than a formality. A formality that probably wouldn't have been done if it wasn't for you.

It wasn't enough money to pay for all of his university semesters but it would certainly pay for some. Even with the bills Snow's family already had. Tigris and grandma’am could have some small luxury with this amount. Thinking of that, Coriolanus signs the paper without a fuss.

“Can't I go back to the Capitol?” Coriolanus can't help but ask.

His question is answered with a simple shake of his head. “Your punishment isn't forgiven, I am afraid. There's nothing we can currently do about it without the appropriate permissions.” After that, the man walks out of the room leaving you and Snow behind.

“What he means is that you need to impress Dr. Gaul. And you have to do it real quick, Coryo,” you look into his eyes, your expression more serious than he ever saw, “Because I will be leaving in a few days and I don't know when I can come back.”

With that, even you walked out of the room before Coriolanus could confront you. Coriolanus looks at the empty office of Commander Hoff. He could see himself here in ten years or so if he remains a mere peacekeeper.

That's a future that he can't allow to come true.

NEXT PART

[grandlinedreams]

hi i literally love all of ur posts u nail all of the characters its crazy.

one of my favorite tropes is hidding an injury and getting the classic “who did this to you.”

if ur still taking requests and are in an angsty mood would u plzzz write this with zoro?

Hhjg I try, thank-you!! But also mood it's just so GOOD and I hope that I can do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: mentions of canon typical violence, blood/mention of an infected wound, angst]

Staring down at the gash in your side, you bite back a hiss as you prod at it, the weep of milky fluid from it. The split skin is puffy and an angry red, heat eminating from it ㅡ it doesn't take a genius to know that it doesn't look good.

Normally you'd have the little handful of supplies from Chopper, tucked away in your backpack ㅡ but it's gone, along with everything else beyond your weapon.

At least you're not wandering around by yourself, though. As if on cue, there's the sound of footsteps behind you, and you drop your shirt back over the poorly bandaged wound.

"What are you doing over here?"

"Just fine," you answer as you turn towards Zoro. "I wanted to see if we could reach a clearing and get a good read on where we are."

"Fair enough." Zoro studies you for a minute, and you worry that he's going to know about the wound on your side ㅡ the one you'd casually "forgotten" to mention to him. "So which way should we be heading?"

"West," you answer, glancing up at the sky. The sun has begun its slow arc of descent, and you sigh. "We need to hurry, or we'll end up needing to camp for the night."

"Right." You turn to watch Zoro go, feeling the irritated twitch of a muscle in your jaw.

"Zoro. That's east."

ㅡ

By the time the sun has set, it's clear that something is wrong.

There's a fine layer of cold sweat on your face that you scrub at, trying to ignore the heaviness of your limbs and throbbing ache of your side. "We should stop for the night," you hear yourself say, "it's useless to try and navigate after dark."

Zoro grunts his agreement and turns to look at you, brow furrowing. "Are you sure you're alright?"

You want to answer him, you really do. But your ears are ringing, mouth full of cotton when you try to answer. Dark spots dance around the edges of your vision, and you're distantly aware of Zoro's noise of alarm when your legs finally give out.

"'m fine," you finally manage before the dark spots expand, sinking you down into the silent black of unconsciousness.

ㅡ

You wake to the awkward bulk of a backpack under your head and the smell of woodsmoke. Sitting up, you blink when a damp cloth drops from your forehead into your lap.

"Finally awake?" Sitting nearby, Zoro prods at the fire with a long stick before he turns towards you. "You have a fever."

Your hand slides to your side, feeling the stiff press of bandages underneath, the answering throb of the gash beneath.

"Took care of that too." Zoro's gaze is sharp. "I'm not Chopper, but it'll do for now. Mind explaining who did that and why you didn't bother telling me?"

It's clear he's far from amused, and you look away, feeling guilty. "Happened when we all got separated," you say, "and I didn't think it was going to be that much of an issue."

Zoro wants to scold you, but he knows he'd be a hypocrite if he did given the amount of times he's blatantly ignored his injuries. Instead he sighs, watching the logs crackle for a moment. "Hope you killed the guy who did it."

"Of course I did," you answer with a hint of pride, and Zoro smirks.

"Good."

ㅡ

"I think this is a little excessive, Zoro."

"You still have a fever," Zoro says as he adjusts his grip on your legs, "and we won't get anywhere if you collapse on me again." He feels you tense, and he frowns. "How are you feeling, anyways? And don't lie."

"A little better." You rest your forehead against his shoulder, and though he won't admit it out loud, the fact he can feel warmth radiating from your skin worries him. "I'm sorry about this."

"Still should have told me," he says, though his tone is softer, his grip tightening on your legs. "Idiot. We're crewmates, aren't we? We're supposed to trust each other."

"I do trust you."

"Then act like it." He stares ahead, footsteps steady. "Don't go getting hurt and then hiding anymore, you hear me?"

"I hear you." You pause. "Zoro?" He grunts in answer, and you exhale softly. "Thank-you."

Zoro tells himself that his heart doesn't pick up a little bit at how soft your voice is, the cling of your body against his. And that he definitely isn't blushing, just a little. "Yeah, yeah. Can't have you die on me and leave me to deal with that stupid cook all on my own."

[brbgottagetkfc]

My think piece (lol, I am looking into it 🔍):

Like...I sorta get the dynamic. Because it seems like despite being friends all of them are pretty lonely themselves. Y/N is sort of like a shard that kind of breaks the normalcy for them, so they kind of reject her in that sense. It easier to cling to coldness when its all you've known, warmth seems too scary. Maybe Satoru sees that and thinks he needs to hold them up in a way (not disrupt their normalcy), so enages in the way they like: the shots at Y/N, playing that game to act like Y/N doesn't mean much. Nice got them killed as you mentioned, being treated like weapons from a time when they needed to be nurtured. So maybe Y/N reminds them how hardened they have become, so they cling to the status quo of their loneliness in the friendship. Its like seeing how much more happy Satoru is but needing the reasurance that ‘You're still like us, she'll never get you because she hasn't been treated as disposable like we have, we have the same experiences you are better off with us, we only had each other, so it has to be the same'

Its not Y/N's respponsibility to heal them, but being open to her as a friend would do wonders for them. I just don't get Utahime posting that, it was mean. All of them were very mean. Utahime's reasoning seems like the same thing, she doesn't love Satoru but its that thing about familarity. Y/N's the other one, shining light on the ice in her friend group, the message may not be ‘He still likes me and wants me more' but may be more so ‘We're all fine, you didn't change him, or take him away from us, he's still our friend, with the same blood on his hands, the same fate as us as weapons, its okay, we'll all stick together'

But it would be nice to see it all addressed, because that video was like the final blow, she saw them post it, saw him laugh at the digs, the little jope she had shattered. Its necessary to hash out that instance. Love and friendship does help with wound and scars, both for Satoru and his little group.

Even the most simplest smaus show a lot things. You did an amazing job. Eager for part 3 (I hope you do it, give like a proper ending, I would hope a happy one, it would take him time given the extent to which it hurt).

OMG thank you so much, anon, for taking the time and dropping such an insightful ask, makes me ooey gooey inside knowing some of y'all liked my Smaus enough to put so much thought into it

As for your take of the post, it's almost exactly what I was going for, but I didn't want to make the post longer than it is right now, so I couldn't write all that in.

I think the friendgroup treats reader so horribly is because they never saw her as a permanent fixture to the group in first place, and they're assholes in general, all of them, including Satoru. Satoru doesn't stand up for reader when his friends mock her because (a) he's not sure how to display the "boyfriend" version of him in front of the friendgroup and (b) he tries to convince himself, and reader that they're mocking her as an extension of mocking him, which they actually do, the group is also very mean to each other in general

As for the reason utahime and shoko bully reader is because they think Satoru's gone soft (weak)

Ever since she came into their lives, and that makes them mad enough to extra hard on reader. They don't find it to be wrong, and they enjoy the reactions reader has to their bullying, as well as putting Satoru in that position, because they think Satoru is being a wimp if he wants to protect reader's feelings.

It's not just the girls that are mean to reader. Suguru and Nanami aren't particularly nice to her either, but they're also not invested enough to target her at every given opportunity. They're toxic to each other & horrible. All of them.

Satoru had 2 years to resolve his issues, to establish boundaries within his friends' group and treat reader with the dignity she deserved, but he failed to prioritise his relationship, and chose to be passive and evasive to avoid confrontation of any sort, even at the expense of his partner.

It's not readers responsibility to try to fix a man who doesn't truly want to change. Even if he does alter his priorities to appease reader, it won't be right, because he'd be doing that to hold onto the sanctuary reader provides him with, and not because he finds his current behaviour problematic.

With all that being said, I don't think a reconciliation is on the table for these two :(

[danieyells]

oh gosh the yandere expressions.... do ALL the charas have yandere expressions or are there just specified people >_< i wanna see them used in the story! and the game files having a yandere expression feels like they just might start leaning heavily to the joseimuke aspect of the game even more

Nope, only Romeo and Subaru have expressions labeled "yandere"! But some characters have yandere adjacent expressions like varying degrees of madness, and several characters have expressions without their eye highlights which really emphasizes some extremity. . . .

@2flowerz [jokingly] asked me to post them all but I did kind of want to go through and post them so let's see who's got some crazier expressions--

Jin - kire (meaning is something like "snapped" or "lost temper" or it might be from 'kirai' meaning 'hate')

how many times do you think he stabbed the guy he's looking at like this? do you think he's still stabbing him to this day?

Tohma - haraguro(meaning "malicious" or "scheming")

:} he's kinda smiling the same way as yandere romeo lol

Kaito - darkhorse (and darkhorse + shadow)

literally my favorite one simply because Kaito is the last person I'd expect to snap. THIS MUST BE LIKE MEGA END STORY. I WANNA SEE KAITO READY TO KILL A MAN. I WANNA SEE HIM SO ANGRY THAT SOMEONE'S THREATENING THE PC HIS BOW ACTUALLY WORKS AND HE PIERCES SOMEONE SQUARE IN THE EYE WITH AN ARROW WITH NO REMORSE. I WANNA SEE HIM DO SOMETHING THAT MAKES LUCA WORRIED.

Luca doesn't have any that are really crazy tbh. so have the one labeled 'yancha'(meaning "naughty" "mischievous" "rascal")

part of me wonders if this is actually going to be like. his twin's expression? I can't imagine Luca pulling some sort of malicious prank. . . .

Alan - kire_02 (see: jin for meaning; 02 because 00 doesn't have the teeth showing.)

note the lack of highlights in the eyes! He's really furious 'u'

Leo - kyoki (meaning: "madness" "insanity" "dangerous weapon")

again, missing highlights. Much less a yandere expression and more of a 'oh my god they're not even gonna be able to identify your body lmao i almost feel bad' expression. . .which can be yandere tbh. tbh anything can be yandere if it's extreme enough.

Sho literally does not have an expression to fit this, in name or otherwise.

Haru also doesn't really have a good one for this, so have the opposite! This expression is more like him at the mercy of a yandere i.e. towa lmao - toraware (meaning: "captive"); you can also have Peekaboo - ookuchi (meaning: "mouth open wide")

Peekaboo's startled me when i first saw it haha

Towa - ikari (meaning: "fury")

we've seen this one in game at least. if you're an anomaly and you see him making this face. . .reconsider what you're doing. maybe get on the floor and grovel and hope for your life. maybe if you're not an anomaly too.

Ren - hinekure (meaning: become twisted; grow bitter)

he looks so smug. . .like he thinks it's funny we've been belittling him all this time, figuring he's useless. . . .

Taiga - choshi (meaning: probably from "choushikoku" meaning "to be caught up in the moment" "to be carried away" "to get cocky")

he's used this one in the game, but i still love it. i love that he's crazy haha

Romeo - yandere

I've shown this one before. It's still amazing. He's still giddy and disgustingly in love. . . . This is the face he makes behind the above Taiga's back once he's finished brutalizing someone who was bothering him. and maybe the face he makes in his head when he sees Kaito.

Ritsu also does not have any extreme expressions lmao

Subaru - yandere

it doesn't feel very yandere until you consider that Subaru would be stressed out by his own extreme adoration. he'd feel bad about his own yandere feelings, this is an accurate expression if you think about it!

Haku - warui (meaning: bad; evil)

this is the "you really put too much faith in me. it was sweet. but stupid." face we'll probably be getting at the end when he's revealed to be the spy and all that. in the meantime, i'd like him to step on someone's neck with this face. please and thank you.

Zenji also doesn't have a fittingly crazy expression.

Edward - sadist

he uses this one in the story i believe, but. . .still. he says he has no interest in hurting humans because their lives are already so short but like. . .what if. . . .

Rui doesn't have a fitting expression

Lyca doesn't have one either. . .but he does have "shitadashi" meaning "tongue out" so I'll show you that because it's a fun one.

thirsty needy puppy--

Yuri - mad

this one is to be expected. It's Yuri after all. Be a good little test subject. It's not like you're going to die or anything. You may just suffer forever!

Jiro has very muted expressions and none of them are really fitting for madness or yandere.

none of the faculty have fitting expressions either haha

BUT YEAH THESE ARE THE MOST YANDERE OR YANDERE ADJACENT EXPRESSIONS a lot of them have them actually. . . .

[r0semultiverse]

Hey, Jake & Jack fans, is this anything?

Both men imprisoned (literal & metaphorical).

Both offered an out from their current predicament by an outside force (arguably in the case of Brain Ghost Dirk).

Both have loose ties to Lord English visually.

Yellow initial glow & Gamzee involvement too.

Sometimes a guy just needs to explode (same pose too).

Both dual wielding weapons.

That same said weapon type (for Jack Noir) having killed Jane Crocker.

It's really looking like Jake is going to do her in.

I would also like to point out that we've had interactions involving these three (Jane, Jake, and Brain Ghost Dirk) before that consisted of similar topics & themes.

Brain Ghost Dirk implying that he's just there as moral support, a manifestation of Jake's powers, and as a coping mechanism. Jane also talking about ruling an empire with him while talking down to him, similar to how she saw and/or still sees him in Beyond Canon's Candy timeline. Jake also being uncertain about doing anything to harm her despite all the bad things she's doing.

Brain Ghost Dirk going away tells us that Jake's more hopeful than he's ever been. This is the moment where he is the most sure of his decisions than he's ever been in his life, whatever those decisions may be in regards to Jane and how to handle this situation.

He is probably going to shoot Jane down, quite literally. I would also argue that after all this time, the lad isn't beating the Lord English allegations. We might as well have a parallel of him killing Jane much like how Jack Noir killed her right before he got possessed by Lil Cal & given some of Lord English's immense power.

Alternatively maybe we'll get to see what the power of hope or hope bullets can do to someone whose done so much wrong & come so far off the deep end in terms of moral wrongdoings. Maybe with every shot that hits her, she'll begin to be swayed to the side of good & start to self-reflect.

I'm still not fully convinced that Gamzee actually cured Tavros' peanut allergy, I mean just look at the panel.

This could absolutely be interpreted as Jake injecting his hope power into the epipen and by proxy injecting both his power & the epipen into his son! If younger Jake is strong enough to defeat Grimbark Jade, then adult Jake might just be strong enough to defeat a peanut allergy is all I'm saying! In fact, now that I'm rambling about it, this seems like the more likely outcome is Jake's hope power swaying or (in the very least) confusing Jane mid-fight. Hope bullets, they would look cool & would be pretty strong!

The power of believing in others & wanting things to change can be a strong tool indeed, Mister English.

If there's one person who still believes in changing Jane's mind (or bringing her back to proper canonicity depending on how you interpret the recent lore), it would be Jake English, the believer.

Okay, maybe this is something! Tally ho!

[dixons-sunshine]

Because Of Her | Michonne Hawthorne x Fem!Reader

Summary: You met Michonne not long after your camp fell. The two of you wandered the world side by side, always sticking by one another's side through thick and thin. However, somewhere along those lines, friendship and feelings got blurred together, and all it took was for you to get hurt for her to admit that.

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Era: Prison, season 3.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, mentions of death.

Word count: 1.9k.

A/n: Changed the title because this took an entirely different turn than what I originally wanted. Also, I'm sick at the moment, so my mind isn't really clear, so I apologize if this sucks. However, I hope you like this!

Everything was a blur to you. One minute, you were laughing and checking for weapons in the abandoned prison bus with Michonne. The next minute, you found yourself cowering to avoid the bullets that the Governor and his men were shooting at you, using your own weapon to eliminate the approaching walkers while you made a run for the safety of the cellblocks.

“Shit! Michonne, to your left!” you called out desperately, using your gun to shoot a walker that nearly took a chunk out of your arm.

Michonne used her katana to take out a walker that was heading towards her. Once the threat was taken care of, she turned towards you and extended her hand in your direction. “Come on, we gotta go!”

Grabbing her hand, the two of you made a run for it, evading the undead that wanted to make the two of you their next meals. Michonne had to temporarily let go of your hand to kill an approaching walker, and you took the liberty to shoot back at the men that wanted to murder each and every one of you.

You felt a sharp pain shoot through your side, and you hissed. Michonne, perceptive as ever, looked over at you, concern written all over her beautiful features. You wanted to do nothing more than to cup her cheeks and kiss her frown away, but you knew that would never happen—so you settled for her friendship. It was better to have her as your friend than not have her in your life at all.

“You okay?” Michonne hurriedly asked you, her eyes scanning over your form worriedly.

You nodded and took her hand again, subconsciously longing for the comfort the warmth of her hand brought you. “I'm fine. Let's go!”

What felt like centuries but was in reality only a few seconds, you and Michonne finally reached the gates leading to the cellblocks. Maggie, spotting you and Michonne, hurriedly opened the gates and ushered the two of you inside. Just as the two of you rushed to safet, the Governor and his people retreated, their vehicles rumbling away in the distance.

“What the fuck happened?!” you exclaimed, sharing bewildered looks with Maggie and Michonne. “How can they retaliate this fast?”

“They have the numbers. The Governor told a story to his people and he decided that we'd make the perfect antagonists,” Maggie spat out bitterly. “With people now thinking we're the bad guys, it would make sense for the Governor to play into their fear and convince them to fight.”

Before you could reply, Rick came rushing through the gates. The man you had learned to be named Daryl was hot on his tail, followed closely by the guy you probably hated more than the Governor—Merle Dixon.

Rick, cleverly sensing that you, Michonne and Maggie weren't all too thrilled to see the man who caused you all so much pain and suffering, sent you all a warning but pleading look. “Not now, please. We'll discuss this inside.”

Eyeing the older Dixon with distaste, you scoffed and turned to walk back into the safety of the prison. Michonne followed behind you, not sparing the people she had yet to trust a second glance.

As the two of you walked into the prison, your adrenaline started to wear off. The sting in your side started throbbing painfully, but you chose to ignore it for the time being, not wanting to start a fuss over you when there was more pressing concerns at hand.

And as you walked, you were unaware of the blood seeping through your shirt, the bullet still lodged in your flesh, no exit wound in sight.

“Field's filled with walkers,” Rick Grimes started, walking over to the group that had assembled to form a plan to fight back against the Governor. “I didn't see any snipers out there, but we'll keep Maggie on watch.”

“I could be up in the guard tower. Take out half them walkers and give these guys a chance to fix the fence,” Daryl offered an idea, standing with his hands on his hips.

“Or use some of the cars to put the bus in place,” Michonne replied, sharing a glance with you.

You nodded at her suggestion, subtly clutching your side as the pain only worsened. “I could do it. Just give me some extra ammo for my gun.”

“No, there's no way you're doing it alone,” Michonne instantly denied. “I'm going with you.”

“No, you need to stay here. You're one of the strongest fighters. It doesn't matter if the walkers get to me. If the Governor comes back—”

“I don't care about that,” Michonne cut you off, shaking her head and sending you a pointed look. “I can't let anything happen to you.”

“Mich—”

“No need to go at each other's throats,” Hershel interrupted, diffusing the situation in a calm voice. “Besides, there's no way we can access the field without burning through our bullets.”

“So we're trapped in here,” Glenn mused unenthusiastically. “There's barely any food or ammo.”

“We've been here before. We'll be alrigh',” Daryl replied, chewing on his thumbnail.

As Glenn countered his words, your head started to spin. Your vision was starting to blur and it felt as if all the life had been drained from you. You stumbled a bit, accidentally bumping into the archer.

Daryl steadied you, sending you a confused frown. “The hell's wrong with ya?”

Michonne looked at you in concern. She placed her hand on your forearm, gently rubbing her thumb over your exposed skin. “Y/n, are you okay?”

You nodded weakly. “Yeah, I'm...” you started but trailed off, unable to speak properly. The world was spinning, and the floor was seemingly starting to disappear around you.

“Y/n?”

Michonne's voice was the last thing you heard before everything started to go black. You fell back, your eyes closing. The last thing you remembered before you fell unconscious was someone catching you, their arms wrapping around you to pick you up.

You felt groggy when you finally woke up again. The pain in your side had somehow increased yet lessened at the same time, and your head was pounding relentlessly. You groaned and tried to sit up, but a voice startled you.

“S'probably not a good idea to do tha' righ' now.”

Looking up, you locked eyes with Daryl. The man was leaning against the open cell door, watching you in intrigue. His eyes closely followed your movements, ensuring that you didn't injure yourself more, a pleading request for him to do so by Michonne.

“Why do you care what happens to me?” you asked in confusion. “If I were to stand up right now and drop dead, why would you care?”

“I dun',” Daryl shrugged, pushing himself off the doorframe and walking into the cell. “But yer girlfriend cares, and I promised her I'd make sure ya were okay, and I ain't one fer breakin' promises.”

“She isn't my girlfriend,” you corrected him, eliciting an amused snort from the man.

However, when Daryl saw that you were being serious, he looked surprise. “Damn, the two of ya ain't goin' steady?”

“No,” you confirmed, albeit with a sullen undertone in your voice. “She isn't even in to women.”

“But ya are.”

“Yup,” you confirmed, knowing there was no use in hiding the truth from him. “But Michonne isn't. You have a better chance to get with her than I do.”

“Fer some reason, I highly doubt tha',” Daryl mused, chuckling at your confused expression. “I overheard her tellin' Carol tha' “it wasn't supposed to be like this” and tha' she “should've said somethin' sooner”.”

“That could mean a lot of things. It doesn't mean that she's in to me.”

“If ya say so,” Daryl replied, sending a nod in your direction. “I'll go tell her tha' yer awake.”

“Thanks, Daryl,” you thanked him, receiving another nod in return before the man left the cell.

A few painful, agonizing minutes passed before you could hear shuffling outside the makeshift medical cell. You looked up just in time to see Michonne rushing in, a relieved expression on her face.

You opened your mouth to talk, but you were cut off. Michonne dropped to her knees beside the bed and gently grabbed your face in her hands, firmly pressing her lips against yours.

Your eyes widened in surprise for a moment, completely caught off guard, but you soon closed your eyes and felt yourself melting into the kiss. The kiss ended way too quickly for your liking, Michonne being the one to pull back first.

Michonne looked deeply into your eyes, worry and relief fighting for dominance in her beautiful irises. You brought your hand up the her face, softly rubbing her cheeks with the pads of her thumbs.

“Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?” you asked her in a whisper.

Michonne shook her head, willing the tears in her eyes to go away. “Just in case something else happens that takes you away from me,” she explained. “I needed you to know how I felt, even if I'm fucking pissed at you.”

You frowned in confusion. “Wait, why?”

“Because you kept that bullet wound a secret and you almost died!” she exclaimed in exasperation. “How long have you had this?”

“A bullet wound?” you questioned, shaking your head in realization. “That's what that pain was. One of the Governor's asshole groupies shot me.”

“Yeah, and you told me you were fine, you bitch,” she replied, wiping the tears that formed in her eyes away. “Don't ever hide something like that from me again. I can't lose you too.”

“Wait,” you started, finally grasping what had happened. “You kissed me. Holy shit, you kissed me! You like me!”

Michonne laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I do. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I was scared I was gonna ruin our friendship.”

“I didn't even know you liked women. I thought you liked guys,” you responded, surprise evident in your tone.

“You do know it's possible for someone to like men and women, right?”

“I wouldn't know. I've only ever liked girls.”

Michonne chuckled, before lowering her head to rest against your hand that layed flat on the bed. “Please don't leave. I wouldn't survive if I lost you too.”

You smiled at her, the atmosphere between the two of you making a permanent shift. “I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.”

“I guess I could live with that,” she smiled, before lifting her head and leaning in for another kiss, one that you instantly reciprocated.

As you melted into the kiss, even though your side was killing you, you had to admit to yourself, you have never felt more at ease than at that moment. And you guessed you probably should tell Daryl he was right, but that was a discussion for another day. At that moment, all you wanted to do was melt into Michonne's arms.

You were content for the first time in a long time, and it was all because of her.

©dixons-sunshine 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, adapted or translated to any other site or platform without evidence of my given consent.

[blood-orange-juice]

I don't think I would have liked Childe even half as much if not for his weird friendship with the Traveler.

Don't get me wrong, he would still be fun, I'd pull for him but I'd never get this invested.

See, without the player his story is pretty much predefined. Separation with family over a misunderstanding, loss of humanity, pointless death. A bunch of heroic deeds to inspire playwrights in the meantime.

(that's how all the previous samsaras went)

It's not a very fun story.

Maybe he knows that. Maybe that's why he's so obsessed with change and so reckless with his life.

And the traveler is the unknown variable he needed to change that, whether he understands it or not. I don't mean this in the sense that we'll get to save him (I hope we won't). Rather... it's a certain choice he gets to make that appeals to me.

That reckless absurd friendship offered to someone on the opposing side. The most insane choice in his life also being the only good one he ever made.

If it really happens like that it would have interesting implications for the Traveler too. So far the Traveler's presence hasn't really changed anything despite Rene's world formula.

Would be nice for the boy to be the only exception and the first domino piece to start a chain reaction.

A friend as a hidden weapon.

(you know he'd love that metaphor)

[apomaro-mellow]

King&Prince 12

Right after breakfast, Steve went to the first part of his schedule, which turned out to be music practice. His actual duty was just corralling the more stubborn ones and making sure they went. After that, he was to be with Nancy. She brought him to her study, which seemed equally devoted to academic knowledge and weaponry.

"What exactly are your intentions here?", she asked, point blank as she sat behind her desk.

There was a chair, but Steve wasn't sure if he could sit. "I don't really have any. I just...I can't go home."

"Bullshit. Even if your dad is some kind of asshole, he wouldn't let his heir just sit and rot here." Nancy's eyes were as sharp as her tongue and it clashed with her soft face.

Steve looked away. "He doesn't give a damn about me. If I go back, I'll just be another prisoner. Maybe even worse off than I am here."

"I wouldn't be so sure." Nancy looked him up and down. "Even if you have the king's protection, there are plenty in this castle and out who see you as an enemy."

"Does that include you? You think I have a secret plan to assassinate King Edward?"

Nancy stood up and walked around her desk. "I know you couldn't lay a hand on him. My issue is having a royal from a nation we've been fighting against walking free around the people I love. People who don't know how to defend themselves." She stepped up until she was nearly toe-to-toe with Steve. This close, he could see how small she was, and yet that didn't diminish how intimidating she was.

"So let me say this one time. If you touch a single hair on their heads, you better hope that Eddie gets to your first. At least he'll make it quick."

Warned sufficiently, Steve was dismissed and the next thing he was tasked with doing was being extra help in the kitchen. Dustin's mother, Claudia, had him on vegetable peeling duty.

"My spells can do the trick most of the time but the potatoes I like to leave some of the skin on. And the enchantment either does it completely or not at all."

Steve's only experience in kitchens had been the food that came from them. He was never really involved in the process of making the meals. Which meant by the end of kitchen duty, he had a few cuts and scrapes on his hands.

"How are you so good with a sword but you nicked yourself peeling carrots?", Lucas asked, doing some warm up stretches.

"Two different skillsets", Steve said, doing some of his own stretching. "By the way, why do we have an audience now?"

Just outside of the training arena, sat Will and Max, looking far too interested in it for people not at all interested in combat. Steve had already asked if they wanted training too and they denied.

"We're just here for the show", Max said.

Done with stretching, Steve began to teach Lucas some basic forms. In his head, he was already thinking of matching Lucas with different weapons. Swordplay was always the go to but not everyone was meant for it. It was a good place to start though.

After that first session, he could already see the promise in him. And there was a spark to be better too, even when he fell or dropped his sword. Steve didn't know what was driving him, but it must be important.

Once that finished, they washed up and went down to the kitchens to meet up with the others for lunch. Mike had been late to the meal, barging through the doors in his excitement to give the news.

"You're not gonna believe this! Eddie's actually performing at the Sunrise Festival!"

"No way!", Dustin exclaimed.

"This is big", Will said.

"Do you think this is why he's making us take music lessons?", El asked.

At that, many of them groaned, the loudest of all being Dustin. He'd made it very clear his opinion on playing music. But it was also true that he appreciated it.

"I think it's great we'll get a chance to play with him", El said.

"Nothing's set in stone", Max said. "And Eddie's not going to let us play if we're not up to par with him."

"Is he really that good at playing music?", Steve asked, speaking up finally.

"He's like a musical genius", Lucas said.

"Like a god", Dustin seconded.

It was hard to imagine someone like the king playing an instrument. He couldn't imagine any one fitting him, he didn't seem musical at all. After lunch, his schedule was to basically be Robin's assistant and it turned out she was a jack of many trades. In addition to being the one teaching the kids music, she was also in charge of the library, and was taking the lead on some of the activities for the Sunrise Festival.

As far as Steve could tell, it was to celebrate the coming of spring, which was difficult to think that this place had after only hearing of it being a dark, desolate wasteland. But he saw the sun everyday and even got to feel some of its warmth on his face. He couldn't deny it anymore. At the end of the day, he had dinner with the king and his inner circle, which included Nancy, Jeff, Robin, and two others he hadn't met until now, Gareth, and Franklin.

"So", Eddie started as he sat down at the head of the table. "How was your day, little prince?"

"It was...busy... My schedule's pretty filled up." Steve was sure he had Nancy to thank for that.

"Get used to it", Nancy said.

Eddie grinned. "She's right. It only gets more busy from here. Mark your calendar, Harrington. The festival is in two weeks."

Part 14

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[gauloiseblue]

John Price as a arm candy personal bodyguard

General HQ | Part I | Part II

(Enemy to friend to lover AU)

"Why did you agree to help me?"

The question came out from his mouth so suddenly, that even he himself was caught off guard.

She stared at him for a moment, before she asked him back,

"Would you rather me not helping you?"

"That's not what I meant." He grunts, "You let me into your home, even though we barely knew each other."

She raised his brow at him, "If that's the case, then why did you knock on my door?"

He fell silent for a moment.

"I… don't know."

(I feel like I could trust you)

"Then I don't know either." She told him, as she turned her attention away from him.

After seeing her unwillingness to talk, he decided not to push it further.

Other than her aloofness, she's very accommodating as a host. She let him use her office as his living space, and he could ask her if he needed anything.

He has made a few progress as well; he had established a way to communicate with his team, although he couldn't find Ghost's whereabouts. He also found the person behind the missing blueprints. With that information in mind, he began to plan his next step.

There's just one problem though, he needed guns and weapons.

Of course, he couldn't possibly ask her to buy those things. She'd raise the alarm even by mentioning anything about guns. But he did find a way to acquire it, though he had no choice but to ask her a favor.

"You want to attend the ball?"

"Yes, I have someone to meet there."

She thought for a moment, "I can try. But don't get your hopes up, it's hard to get into contact with him."

"It's alright." He said, "Do what you can."

She took a fine piece of paper, as she hummed to help her think.

"You said he's an arm dealer?" He nodded, "I might have something that could interest him."

She approached the wooden cabinet near her desk, and pulled one of the drawers open. She then pushed the upper layer aside, revealing a hidden cabinet below.

She took the polished box out, and placed it on the table.

"I never knew I'd use it as a bargaining tool." She sighed, "Let's just hope it'll work."

She told him to find her assistant and helped her deliver the gift, along with the letter she hurriedly wrote.

Several days later, when he was working on his desk, she barged into the room with a letter in her hand.

"Get ready." She told him as she slapped the letter on the table, "We're going to the ball tomorrow."

He didn't have the time to react as she dragged him along to the garage.

"I've made an appointment with a tailor. Since we can't have a custom-made suit, we'll choose whatever's on displays. Also, we should work on that face. That beard needs to go."

"What? No."

"You're a fugitive, John. You need to hide your identity." She told him as she got into the car. "Besides, you're coming with me as my escort, so don't argue with me on this point."

At the boutique, she handed him several suits and shirts, and told him to try them all. They went through that process several times before she chose the white and darker blue combination.

The next stop was the salon, and he could say with confidence that it was an experience he never wanted to repeat again.

"I swear, you always bring the most exotic looking people to my salon."

"I think you mistook ordinary people as the exotic ones."

"But you can't deny that he's gorgeous, darling."

He could only smile awkwardly as the two women in front of him conversed on what to do with him.

"I want him to look different, you can change his hair color if you want."

"Hmm, let me see." The woman beside her took a step closer to him, "Well, I can make him look a little bit younger, but I don’t know about his skin, dear. It's been exposed to too much sunlight."

"I can fix that myself. Please do something about his hair," She took a glance at him before she added, "And his beard."

After years of grooming and care for his beard, the fruits of his labor were gone in just 15 minutes. Not only that, he had to sit down for hours, as the woman worked on his hair, and listened to her complaints about the texture of his hair, and how he should've taken better care of it.

When she finished, she called her to take a look at him and see if it's to her liking. She came up to him and lifted his chin to get a better view. Before she gave her a nod of approval.

Back at her house, they went over the plan, and talked for a little more, before she brought a bottle of wine for them. Soon, the conversation turned personal, as he told her stories from his old days.

She was quiet when he told her about Shepherd, and how history repeats itself.

"You can't carry all the problems on your shoulder, John. You know that."

"I know." He murmured, "But I can't just sit around and wait for anyone else to solve it."

"There'll always be a person with the same righteousness as you." She said, "You have to remember that your body has a limit. You're not getting any younger, sooner or later, they'll find a way to get rid of you."

He kept his eyes on the glass between his hands, as her words tore through his ears. He didn't like the way it sounded, because he had already heard it a million times in his head.

She reached to him, and placed her hand on top of his, giving him a gentle squeeze. "When it's all over, come to me, John." She muttered quietly, "I won't ask you for too much. Keep me safe, and I'll take care of you."

He thought about it long enough for the silence to fill in, before he turned his hand to hold hers. "What if I refuse?"

"Then send me a card every Christmas," She replied, "So I'd know you're still alive."

He lifted his head to see her, and caught the sincerity in her eyes. She could've asked him to stay, and yet, she let him choose.

"... When it's all over," He told her, as he placed a kiss on her knuckles, "I'll give you my answer."

[lousypotatoes]

Come On With The Rain

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12

WARNING! This chapter has one mention of SA. Even though its minor, if this makes you uncomfy, please read with caution!

Song Recommendation:

Looking At Me - Sabrina Carpenter

Present Day..

"Knock, knock," Isabell said, opening up the door to Alastor's room.

Upon opening the door, Isabell saw Alastor eating the remains of a dead deer.

"Isabell!" he said, seeing her. "It's marvelous to see you! Thank you for accepting my invitation."

"Thank you for invitin' me," she said, looking at the swamp. "It's quite lovely in here. The swamp reminds me a lot of New Orleans."

"That's why I put it in here, my dear," he said, taking a bite of the deer. "Oh! Where are my manners? Would you like some?"

"Thank you kindly, but I'm okay," Y/N said. "Deer meat doesn't really sit well with my stomach.

"Suit yourself," Alastor shrugged. "Are you going to the meeting today?"

"I always do," she replied. "It's a good way to get my weapons from Carmilla."

"I see," he muttered. "Well, if that's the case, would you like to walk together?"

"I was plannin' on flyin' there, but sure." Y/N said.

"Excellent!" Alastor exclaimed. "We can leave as soon as I'm done with my breakfast."

Right at that moment, the door opened, revealing Vaggie and Sir Pentious' weird egg creatures.

"Do you mind?" Isabell frowned. "We were in the middle of a conversation."

"Pentious' eggs are all over the place, and I need you two to get rid of them." Vaggie grumbled.

"Oh, well, in that case, we'd be delighted to!" Alastor said cheerfully, him and Isabell walking over to the door.

"Humanely," Vaggie said, narrowing her eyes.

"Why do you have to take the fun out of everything?" Isabell pouted.

"I suppose we can take care of that on our outing today," Alastor said, the two of them walking out of the room.

"What do you think they're doin' at the hotel?" Isabell asked.

Her and Alastor were currently walking, the egg creatures walking behind them.

"Nothing too important, I would hope," Alastor replied

"Do you use those wings for flying?" one of the eggs asked.

Isabell ignored it, continuing to walk further.

"I like your suit," another one of them said.

Isabell and Alastor continued to ignore them.

"Why do your eyes glow red?"

"What are the antlers for?"

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Are those your ears? Or is it your hair? I can't tell!"

Over and over, those stupid little egg creatures would not shut up. Isabell felt that if they said another word, she was going to put her remains on her toast. She looked over at Alastor and saw that his eye was twitching, confirming that he felt the same way she did.

"Hark, Isabell, Alastor." said a dark, low voice. "How fare thee this day?"

"Zestial!" Isabell said in surprise. "It's so wonderful to see you!"

"Tis well to behold thee also, Isabell." Zestial replied.

"Who's that?" one of the eggs asked. "Want me to rough him up for you?"

"Follow in silence if you value your shell," Alastor said. "Greetings Zestial!"

"Oh, holy shit!" Isabell heard from behind her, making her giggle.

Zestial laughed. "Ah, the weather doth become this fine day."

"Mhmm," Isabell agreed. "It looks like we'll be gettin' some acid rain this afternoon."

"If our luck doth hold!" Zestial said. "I do revel in screams. How art thou, Alastor?

The three of them, along with the little eggs, began to walk.

"It has been an age since thou hath graced us with thy presence," Zestial said. "Some hath spun wild tales of you falling to holy arms."

Alastor laughed. "Oh, my dear Isabell, why didn't you tell me about all of this. It would of been a good laugh to hear about."

"I didn't want to bring up somethin' that wasn't my business," Isabell crossed her arms.

"Oh, well, I just took a well-earned sabbatical. Nothing serious," Alastor said. "Though it's fun to keep everyone on their toes."

Zestial chuckled. "There too hath been rumor thy's involvement with the princess and her recent flight of fancy." he said. "Tell me, how does thou fall in such folly?"

"That is for us to know," Alastor said, twirling his cane. "But please, do guess. We'd love to know the theories."

Zestial chuckled. "T'would be grander folly by far to assume the workings of your minds, Alastor, Isabell." he said. "Thou hath been naught but enigmas since thy manifested in this realm."

"Comin' from someone as old as you, I take that as quite the compliment." Isabell smirked.

Finally, the three of them arrived to their destination. An alleyway with a dumpster almost overflowing with trash, and four silver and red elevators.

Isabell, Alastor, and Zestial got into one of their elevators, the eggs trying to get in with them.

"No, no. I have a very important task for you." Alastor said to them. "Stay here and guard the front until we return."

The elevator doors closed and the platform started to go up.

Isabell noticed that one of the little egg creatures were in there with them, pounding on the glass. Isabell decided that this situation was too stupid to care about.

The elevator reached the top floor, the three of them, along with the egg, stepping out.

Walking towards the conference room, Isabell saw many of her Overlord friends. She caught Rosie's eye, the two of them smiling at each other, Rosie winking at her when she saw Alastor by her side.

Walking into the conference room, Isabell sat at the end of the table, next to Alastor.

"Welcome, Hell sovereign overlords," Carmilla said as everybody got seated. "I've invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of our city. Together you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new extermination schedule. We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest."

"Zestial, so good to see you my friend." Carmilla said.

"Enchanted as always, Carmilla." Zestial said, sipping on his tea.

"Isabell, what a pleasure to see you," Carmilla said. "I hope my weapons are being of good use to you."

"The pleasure is always mine, Carmilla," Isabell smiled. "And your weapons are being of magnificent use to me, as always."

"I'm glad," Carmilla smiled, her eyes trailing next to Isabell in surprise. "Alastor?"

"Yes, I know I've been absent some time," Alastor said. "I'm sure you've all been wondering."

"Not really," Carmilla said bluntly. "But welcome back in any case."

Seeing the look on Alastor's face made her giggle.

"This year's extermination was brutal," Carmilla continued. "Far more even than years past. We have assessed that about sixteen percent of the population was lost." she said, pointing at a graph displayed on the projector.

"With the angelic legions now returning twice as quickly, I think it prudent we-"

Right at that moment, the door opened.

"Yes, I've got it handled, Vox," said an annoying British voice. "Are you doubting me? Really? Me? That's what I thought."

'Seriously?' Y/N internally groaned. 'No way am I putting up with this fucking cunt today.'

"Yes, I know. They're all a joke." the voice aid, looking Y/N dead in the eyes. "Thank you, Vee. See you soon. Kisses, darling."

"Nice of you to join us, Velvette." Carmilla said in a bored tone. "Will your...colleagues be joining?"

"No. They have better shit to then listen to an old windbag who thinks she's tough shit," Velvette said, scrolling on her phone. "I'm here to represent."

"Charming," Carmilla said. "So, as I was saying, we need to discuss-"

Carmilla got interrupted by Velvette raising her hand.

"What now?" Y/N groaned.

Velvette gave you a dirty look before continuing.

"On the subject of discussion..." she said.

Velvette brought out an angels head, throwing in on the table, it's golden blood spilling everywhere.

Everyone gasped in surprise.

"Woah, holy shit," Y/N mumbled.

"Oh, tasty!" Alastor said.

'Of course he would say something like that.' Y/N thought.

"Where did you get this?" Carmilla asked.

"We found it during extermination day," Velvette answered. "If these Holy Rollers can be killed, the game has changed. We can take the fight to them," she said, getting up onto the table.

"The boys and I have come up with a full assault plan-"

She was interrupted by the sound of Zestial slurping on his tea.

Everyone went silent. It went on longer than it needed to.

"If it true thee and thy colleagues desire to war, with such meagre proof, thou art far more foolish than I be thought." Zestial said.

"Meagre proof? It's a dead fucking exorcist," Velvette scoffed. "I'd say that's pretty fucking definitive. You going blind old man?"

"We know not how this perished," Zestial explained. "Mayhaps t'was not by a demon's hand at all. If we rush to war without knowing, mightn't they purge all of Hell for daring an uprising?" he finished, slamming his fist on the table.

There were murmurs of agreement from everybody but Velvette.

"Oh, I get it," Velvette smirked. "So, grandpa is too pussy to fight, so I guess there's no point, right?"

"Oh. What's the matter, fossil?" Velvette asked, getting in Zestial's face. "Too senile to make a real power grab for-"

"Stop this instant!" interrupted Carmilla. "You better show some repsect! I will not let anyone speak to Zestial that way!"

"Did you expect us to sit back and take your insolent and brazen display without any consequence!?" Carmilla shouted.

Velvette laughed. "You've got it twisted. I'm not the one who needs a new attitude. No one tells me how to act, I will do nothing less than what I please. Are you mad that I have no respect? Well it's 'cause no one could respect this."

"Since when are Overlords too scared to fight?" Velvette slammed on the table.

"You've lost your relevance," Velvette said to Zestial.

"We can't act without more intelligence," Zestial reasoned.

Velvette groaned. "Ugh, no wonder I'm so respectless. I could eat you all for breakfast."

"You and the Vees and inane are uninformed," Carmilla snarled. "Just a bunch of smug wannabees who don't heed when you've been warned!"

"Aw, did I strike a nerve?" Velvette mocked. "'Cause when I brought out the angel's head, I couldn't help but notice that your ugly wrinkled face was turning red!"

"And why are you avoiding war?" Velvette said, walking towards Carmilla. "That's what the guns you sell are for."

"Thanks to me being respectless, one thing I'm starting to suspect is, do you know why this angel's headless?" Velvette asked, getting in Carmilla's face. "Do you have a disclosure?"

"This meeting is over!" Carmilla suddenly shouted.

The room was completely silent. Carmilla and Velvette silently glaring at each other.

"That was a productive meeting!" Alastor said.

Y/N kicked him under the table.

"Now's not the time to make snarky comments, Al." Y/N mumbled.

"Hmph, fine," Velvette said, walking out of the conference room. "Safe travels back to the nursing home, fuckers! Kiss my ass!"

"What the hell?" Zeezi laughed. "We just got here!"

"Carmilla, are you alright?" Y/N asked, getting out of her seat.

"Yes, I'm fine," Carmilla said quickly. "I'm sorry Y/N, but you're going to have to get your weapons another time."

"No need to apologize, my friend," Y/N smiled. "Just let me know what a good time to stop by is."

"Thank you for understanding," Carmilla said before heading into the next room with Zestial and her daughters.

Y/N walked out of the room.

"You, little egg creature, I have a job for you." she heard Alastor.

"Oh! Yes boss!" the egg said.

"Follow them,"

"What are you up to, Alastor?" Y/N asked as the little egg went into the room.

"Whatever do you mean, my dear?" Alastor asked innocently, the two of them stepping into the elevator.

"I know that face, you're up to somethin'." Y/N replied.

"You know, it truly wounds me that you don't have any trust in me." Alastor chuckled.

The elevator reached the ground floor. The rest of the little egg creatures waiting for them, playing in the dumpster.

"Oh! This smells like fun!" one egg said.

"I love garbage!" another one said.

"So, what did you the show up there?" Alastor asked, leaning on the dumpster.

"So entertainin'," Y/N sarcastically said. "This is why I didn't want the Vees to come, 'cause then shit like that happens."

"I swear, one of these days, I'm gonna fly into that stupid tower and find all three of those little piss stains and elongate their stupid fuckin' necks and-"

"As much as I would love to hear the rest of that," Alastor interrupted. "It seems our little friend has arrived."

"Lovely," Y/N muttered.

The little egg creature stepped out of the elevator, Alastor stopping him with his cane.

"So, what did you hear?" he asked.

"The old guy w-was all 'you're not yourself. you're the one that killed the angel.' A-A-And then she was all 'whatever it takes!'" the egg creature ranted.

"What was that last part you said?" Y/N asked.

"She killed the angel?" the egg creature said.

"Very interesting," Y/N mumbled.

"Let's keep this between just the three of us, shall we?" Alastor said, part of his demon form coming out.

"Oh, yes boss!" the egg said quickly.

"So, should we head back to the hotel?" Alastor asked.

"You go on ahead without me," Y/N said, stretching out her wings. "I have somethin' I need to take care of first."

"Ah, I see," Alastor said, a wicked grin on his face, knowing that Y/N was about to do. "I shall tell Charlie that you will be back later."

"Thank you kindly, Al," Y/N said, before soaring into the sky, looking for a very specific neon tower.

Alastor watched, breathless, a small genuine smile coming onto his face, before leading the little egg creatures back to the hotel.

"Can I help you?" the assistant asked, not looking up from her computer.

"Ah, yes, I would like to talk to Vox," Y/N said.

"Sorry, but Mr. Vox is in a very important meeting," the assistant replied, still not looking up from the computer.

"Important, my ass," Y/N mumbled. "Vox is just probably gettin' dicked down by Val."

"I'm sorry, but I really need to see him. It's a very important matter." Y/N said, getting annoyed.

"Yeah, well he's fuckin' busy," the assistant snapped, STILL not looking away from the computer.

"Okay listen up you underpaid whore," Y/N said, reaching over and grabbing the assistant's hair.

The assistant's eyes widened in fear, now seeing that the person she was talking to was Y/N.

"I don't care how busy Mr. Vox is. If you don't let me in that office right fuckin' now, I will record myself tearing out your organs and eating them while you're still alive. Do I make myself clear?" Y/N growled, her eyes glowing red and blood dripping from her chin.

"Y-Yes, of course, my a-apologies," the assistant stuttered.

"Thank you kindly," Y/N said, returning to her normal form, letting go of the assistant's hair.

Not to Y/N's surprise, upon opening the door, she saw Valentino and Vox, heavily making out, Vox sprawled across the desk.

"Aw, you guys are back together," Y/N said in sickly sweet voice, making Valentino and Vox jump up in surprise. "I wonder how long you two will last this time."

"What in the ever-loving fuck are you doing here?" Valentino snarled.

"What? I can't stop by and say hello to my ex fiancé?" Y/N feigned innocence, walking in the office. "You really think too low of me, Valentino."

"Could you give me and Y/N a minute alone, Val?" Vox asked, readjusting himself.

"Of course, amorcito~" Valentino purred, stepping out of the office, not before giving Y/N a dirty look.

The room was quiet for a moment.

"So," Vox smirked. "Have you come crawling back? I knew it would happen eventually."

"Oh, cut the shit Vox," Y/N snarled. "I want you stop using your stupid drones to spy on the hotel."

"And what will you do if I don't?" Vox asked.

"You are so fuckin' creepy," Y/N snapped. "I get wanting to spy on me, and maybe even Al, 'cause you've always had a hard on for him for some fuckin' reason, but no one else at that hotel deserves to have your creepy ass spyin' on them!"

Speaking of Alastor," Vox snapped, standing up. "You seem to have gotten really close to him lately. Are you going to bend over for him too? You filthy fucking slut!"

"Don't you dare talk about Alastor like that!" Y/N screamed. "And you're one to talk. Literally two days before we were supposed to get married, I find out that you've literally been plowing some pompous moth pimp half of the time we were together!"

"What? Jealous 'cause you weren't the one getting plowed by me?" Vox said, walking over to Y/N.

"And don't pretend that if you didn't find about me and Val, that we would still be together." Vox said, grabbing onto Y/N's wrist.

"Get your fucking hand off me, Vox!" Y/N snarled, yanking her hand out of his grip.

"What? You've always liked it rough," Vox purred. "Remember how good I used to fuck you? How you would scream my name night after night? I bet Alastor wouldn't even compare to me."

"I don't know, maybe I'll have to test that out," Y/N smirked.

"What?" Vox gasped.

"You heard me," Y/N said. "Going back to what you said earlier, I would totally bend over for Alastor. I bet he would fuck me way better then you ever could. I bet he would make me arch my back just by a simple touch. I bet-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Vox screamed.

"Fuck this," Y/N snapped. "I don't even know why I ever bothered with you. You can't get down on one knee and tell me that you love me more then anything when your gettin' your dick sucked by a guy who gets off by watching rape porn."

Y/N began to walk out of the room.

"Don't you dare leave this fucking room, Y/N," Vox growled.

"Fuck off, Vox," Y/N calmly said.

And then she walked out of the building, flying to the hotel, leaving Vox alone and stunned.

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD THIS

IVE BEEN SO BUSY WITH MOVING INTO MY NEW HOUSE

i promise i'll be uploading more frequently

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xoxo, Izzy

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[kamidukki]

[AKNK] Berrien’s Daily Life Memories [BOX vol. 3]

Sadness into strength

Phew… Ha… !!

Hh, ha…

Fuh…

Everyone, are you watching? I, who couldn't even handle a weapon well in the past... can fight a little now.

All this... I do so that I won't lose any more of the people important to me.

The sadness of losing everyone, my fellow member of devil butlers... It made me stronger.

Even if I say this now... I don't think it will be any consolation to those of you who have passed away...

Please watch over me as I grow up.

I will continue to fight to protect those I care about.

I will not let any more people die like you...

The fun of an expedition

Phew...

Even though it was a request from the nobles... it's not easy to go on an expedition deep into the forest. My legs have grown tired.

Well then...

Shall I have lunch around here then?

(chuckles)

I'm really looking forward to it, because Lono-kun made me a lunch box ♪

There are two boxes. In the big box is a sandwich quiche... In the small box... Oh, is it an apple pie?

(chuckles)

As expected of Lono-kun. He knows that I always make tea even when I'm on an expedition... This is perfect for tea cakes.

Well, I will quickly boil the water and prepare the tea leaves... After lunch... I’ll have an early tea time ♪

Next time I’ll invite the Master, we can have a picnic with everyone.

Piling-up memories

Phew...

I've made it through the day without a hitch.

Let's write in the diary and get some rest. Let’s see, what happened today was... The Master came here... And then, we had this conversation...

(chuckles)

Just remembering it makes me smile.

I can record the happy events of the day in my diary like this...

I am... feeling very happy now.

Even I think that I smile more than before myself...

(chuckles)

It’s all thanks to the Master.

May you have a pleasant dream

Master...?

Could it be that you have trouble sleeping?

[Yes.]

Is that so... I see. There are days like that, aren't there?

Then I will hold your hand until you fall asleep. It is said that human warmth makes it easier to fall asleep. Now, if you'll excuse me...

How do you like it? When I hold your hand like this, my mind naturally calms down...

Calm down...

Well...

Oh, that's strange...

It's more like my heart is beating faster...

At this rate, Master won't be able to sleep... I'll calm down a bit.

(breathes in, breathes out)

... Good. I've managed to calm down.

Once again... good night, Master.

(smiles) I hope you have pleasant dreams tonight.

The people I must protect

[Child: (crying)]

Hmm? The little boy is crying... Um, what's wrong?

[Child: Ugh... ugh... guh... I can’t find Mummy...]

I see... It seems he has gotten separated from his mother…

I understand. Then let's look for your mother together. My name is Berrien. We'll find your mother soon.

[Child: Soon... really?]

Yes, I'm sure. So there's nothing to worry about. Oh, yes. I bought some madeleine in the shop over there, if you like. Eat them and cheer up.

[Child: Yes… thank you…]

-A little while after that-

……………..

[Child: And so, and so! Mummy baked me a very big cake!]

I see. It was a wonderful birthday.

[Child: And then... oh, there's Mum!]

[Woman: Ah...! I've finally found you... Where have you been all this time?]

[Child: Well... this big brother helped me look for you! He also gave me some delicious sweets! I’m full from eating a lot of them!]

[Woman: Oh, I see... I'm sorry, my child has caused you some troubles...]

No, no such thing. Thanks to that, I had a wonderful time too. /smiles

(It's always nice to hear about happy families.)

(What we are here to protect… This scene is a reaffirmation of its value.)

After-bath Berrien

Phew... That was nice bath. I'm sure I'll sleep well tonight. But before that...

As a butler, I have to take good care of myself after the bath. First...

Wipe my wet hair gently and thoroughly... And take good care of the skin, just as Flure-kun told me.

Finally, clean the changing rooms for the next person.

Now I feel refreshed in body and mind.

I think I'll have a good dream tonight ♪

Post-send-off Berrien

Well, see you later, Master.

[I'm off, Berrien]

...

Phew... they're gone.

I'm sad, but there's no time to feel down.

I must record what happened with master today. Well...

(chuckles) Now I have a better understanding of the Master. In this way, I can improve the quality of my service, even if it's just a little bit each day.

Now... the next thing I need to do is...

I'll brew some new tea... and continue my research into angels.

Sunset promise

One day at dusk... I climbed up to the watchtower... Belian was there, watching the sunset.

Oh? Master, you've returned. My apologies. The beautiful sunset was beautiful so I ended up gazing...

(chuckles) It really is a beautiful world, isn't it? Hard to believe that it’s being destroyed by angels...

No matter what sacrifices we make... we must protect this beautiful world.

But... how much longer must we fight?

How many more sacrifices must we make?

Maybe... the day when the sacrifices we've made will be rewarded... may never come...

[I will fight with you to the end]

...! Master...

[I promise]

That's right... it's true, we have Master...

My deepest apologies. I ended up becoming weak-willed. Fu fu... I can't help but get sentimental when I see the sunset.

But, Master. Your words have given me courage.

Thank you.

And I promise you too.

I swear on this sunset that I will, without fail, always protect you.

[italeean]

Endurance training

You can find the plot here

A/N: Hiiiii!! Guys you have NO IDEA of how excited I am for this fic... like, an x reader??? WITH MY HUSBAND?!!!! Anon, chiunque tu sia, ti amo 💚🤍❤️ (Anon, whoever you are, I love you). I hope you all enjoy this work, suggestions and support are always appreciated 🌸 Happy July everyone!!

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste, I don't suggest you read it

Every day just felt the same: waking up at 4 AM, going on a run, shower, light breakfast, training, lunch, more training, dinner and sleep. That was the merciless routine y/n has had ever since they decided to join the Fatui ranks as a recruit. And the worst part was him.

Tartaglia, Childe, the 11th Harbinger and also their direct superior. He was the Harbinger responsible for their training, and y/n was destined to be one of his soldiers, under his command. If they wanted to have a future as something more than a simple soldier, they needed to make themselves known, they needed to be bold and daring if they wanted to impress him.

But how do you impress someone who's so fearless and self-confident that he fights with the weapon he has most trouble using?! (And he's also a pro at it)

The answer was completely unknown to them. They just knew they needed to make him notice them and see their potential. Because they had potential... right..? There was no time to be insecure, they had the skills and the desire to learn and reach higher and higher goals.

That's why they trained almost to exhaustion, paying attention not to burn themselves out to avoid missing out on important training session just because their body was too strained to even get up, and eventually their work paid off because the Harbinger decided to follow their progress with special attention, which included private combat lessons after the regular training with all the other recruits.

The two of them got closer with time, and y/n slowly got used to Childe's reckless and sometimes flirty personality. He was brilliant when it came to combat skills, although he had some lacunae in the topic of strategizing, but they saw him as a model anyway, and they strived to impress him.

However, they felt like they lacked something in their style. Their shape was perfect, their movements were fluid, their reflexes were quick... and still, the Harbinger always took them down in any kind of combat with any kind of weapon without even breaking a sweat during their training sessions.

"You're too rigid," He always told her "you should try to have more fun. Be bold, unpredictable. You're always on the defensive so your style gets predictable in the long run." Those words stung a little, but y/n knew he was right... they had to be more daring, even at the cost of making mistakes.

They quickly got up and charged at the Harbinger with the intent of tackling him to the ground... only to find their hands blocked before they could even register what was happening.

Childe was standing in front of them with his usual smug smile. "That's already much better, although we'll need to work on your speed. Now, if you manage to grab your opponents hands like I did with you, you have many possibilities." He got both y/n's hands into one of his own, "Like a headbutt, a kick to make the opponent fall and bring the fight to the ground, or you can assess a punch to the stomach, right here..."

His free hand darted to the mentee's belly to show them the exact spot to hit... but when he poked the area, he was surprised by the startled yelp that left y/n's lips. "Oh? Is there something wrong? Did it hurt? It wasn't supposed to hurt... did you strain a muscle? You've been doing the stretching routine I gave you, right?" He looked at them with a worried but stern look on his face as he let go of their hands.

"Of course I did!" Y/n replied quickly "It didn't actually hurt... it just... umm... startled me! Anyway... I'm starting to feel fatigued now, I think it's better to do the stretching and wrap things up here for today..."

Childe nodded and smiled "It's good that you're learning to understand the signals of your body, it can save your life in battle... unless you're me, in that case, fatigue isn't a thing for me." He boasted playfully and started to leave, letting y/n do the stretching on their own. Y/n breathed a sigh of relief... luckily he had bought her excuse.

'Who do they think they're kidding?' Tartaglia thought to himself. And he was right, who did they think they were kidding? He was a big brother, he could detect a lie from a mile, especially when it came to being ticklish.

The following day, the morning training went as usual, but when they headed to the training arena in the evening, a little surprise awaited them. The Harbinger was standing there with a mischievous, almost ominous smirk on his face.

"Today we'll have a special training session to improve your stamina and strength." He began "It's very effective, and I can guarantee you that you'll feel loosened up after I'm done wi- I mean, after we're done." He chuckled, cooing internally at y/n's confused expression.

He gave them a wooden stick, "You'll have to keep it raised above your head for as long as you can." He told them. The instructions were simple enough, and the mentee did immediately as they were told, although they found that training unexpectedly easy... almost excessively simple.

"Umm... shall we pass to something heavier..?" They asked perplexed after a couple of minutes. "Don't be cocky now, you're about to find out how hard this exercise can get..." He got closer to them, cracking his knuckles.

Y/n gulped at the thought of what was about to happen, because they didn't know. Probably not even the Tsartitsa herself knew how ruthless the training to become a Fatuus could get. They had to keep their guard high, be ready for the worst...

But they weren't ready for the storm of pokes that descended on their torso, making them yelp and squirm and jump left and right. "Wha- aaaahhehehehe w-whahat are yohou doiiing???" "Oh can't you tell by yourself? I'm tickling you!! I'm sure it has happened to you before! Now you better keep that stick up~" He teased as his hands went to town all over their poor tummy, toned by all those days of training.

"Hahahahaha h-hohohow dihihid yohou-"

"How did I know? Dear, I'm an older brother... did you really thought you had fooled me with your little act and your little excuse?" He chuckled as he poked y/n's abs and pinched their sides. "Now, don't you think you deserve this also as a punishment for lying to me, your superior AND your dear mentor?"

"Nooooohohoho thihihis ihihisn't fahahahair!!" The mentee complained as they succumbed to the giggles.

"This is endurance training, it isn't supposed to be fair. Now gather up and endure, that stick is shaking too much." He latched onto their ribs with both hands, enjoying the shriek that left y/n's lips as he played with their ribcage as if it was a piano.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOP IT!!" Y/n yelled on top of their lungs as their sensitive ribs were playfully tormented. "Or else what? I should remind you that I'm the one in charge here, so you're in no position to bark orders." The redhead replied with his usual amount of wit and sass as he kept having fun with his mentee's ribs.

Poor y/n could feel their legs shaking, but they did their best to fight the urge to curl over themselves... with scarce results apparently, because Tartaglia corrected them. "Your posture is incorrect, I'm gonna have to correct you, I suppose..."

And by 'correct' he meant scribbling all over their back and watch them yelp and arch it into a more correct position. "That's what I'm talking about... and I gotta admit that you're lasting surprisingly long given how much you're laughing and squirming... I guess I'll have to go for the kill..."

As he said that, his hands shot up to y/n's underarms, delicately scratching the skin with all his 10 fingers. "WAAAAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEAHAHAHSE!!" The trainee couldn't handle it anymore and let go of the stick as their knees gave out and they crumbled to the ground, trying to curl up in a ball as those devious, nimble fingers followed every single movement of theirs.

"IHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVEHEHE!! IHIHI GIVEHEHEHEHEHE UHUHUHUHUP!!!" They scream-laughed desperately when the tickling got too much to handle, and were relieved that the Harbinger decided to be merciful and stop the tickling.

After they recovered from that merciless attack (yes, he recognized he'd been a little merciless), he looked at them still with his smug face. "Well? What do you think about this endurance training?"

"Endurance training?! You call this torture a training session?!" They exclaimed in embarrassment, which made him snicker. "I think you should endure a little bit of punishment for lying to me about your ticklishness..." He slowly approached them again.

"I loved this training session!!" Y/n quickly replied with a terrified smile. Maybe (MAYBE) they had fun, but going through all of that again was really too much. "See? That's what I'm talking about!" He chirped, "I bet you're much more relaxed and laid back after laughing so much... but you're right, this was no training. I just wanted to have my fun while loosening you up."

"You WHAT?!" The poor mentee exclaimed completely astonished. "Aaaww are you gonna pretend you didn't like this even a little? Fine, I guess... get up and get your revenge!"

Y/n quickly got up and charged at their mentor, determined to take him down and 'make him pay'.

They never managed to get their revenge... on the contrary, they got wrecked again, but Childe also told them that he'd never seen them fight so well, without the usual rigidity. That 'endurance training' had really managed to loosen them up.

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dirty mind

wordcount: 0.7K

tags: sexting, unresolved sexual tension

synopsis: as much he's a good Weapon, he's also a bother sometimes

authors note: written for day 2 of kinktober! might be late to port some of them onto tumblr, but i hope ya'll enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59395495

Soul should know better than to reach for his phone as he waits for Death to declare his mission, but it's just so boring being a Death Scythe. He doesn't really ever get wielded by Death anyways, just lounges about. No wonder Spirit ended up spending so much time at Chupa Cabra's.

There's nothing to do except sit and wait.

And bother Maka.

He grins as he takes his leave with a dumb excuse of heading off for a walk. Death doesn't care enough to stop him, he never really used Soul anyways. He much preferred his twin pistols even now.

Soul meanders aimlessly until he finds a hidden little corner he's known of for years now. He drops down on the ground and opens up his phone before texting Maka "hey," with a slutty amount of y's.

yeah soul?

mmmmmmmnothing

bullshit

i just cant wait to get home

?

its sooo boring working for DTK these days, death scythe is not a good job

things were better when your hands were on me 24/7

im flattered

at least we still live together, no? god i cannot imagine living apart

itd be awful

yeah you got plans tonight? the usual

nothing?

nada zilch im free if youre free

someones eager

what do you have in mind? the usual actually wait are you teaching rn?

nope kids are all off on missions

okay great the usual being me fucking you hard

how hard?

stars

what happens if i fuck you? what then? you and i both know theres a strap under the bed, one that you looove to ride on

i doubt you could make me see stars

then gimme more to work with make this conversation something to read back on when youre on the job

alright alright well to start off our night i think i'd eat you out strip you down, piece by piece hold your thighs, one in each hand and work my way up i'd bite

how much?

bloody amounts

hot

now, i'd bite alllllll the way up your thighs not stopping for even a second, not even if you gripped my head by then i'd already be deep in your cunt fingers and tongue, one hand on your ass

so we're seated?

im on the ground

like the dog you are

you know i'd bark for you any day of the week

and you're on the edge of the bed my hands are in your hair pulling you closer

right right, im mashed up against you in the pussy having a great time leaving no scraps behind absolutely eating

soul.

getting off track sorry queen where was i......... right im in the pussy you cum once

im a little bit worn clawing into your scalp

i dont mind it at all when i can finally back away to breath i wipe down my lips then im back on you slowly pushing you down to the bed

slowly?

hastily i am hastily pushing you to the bed not slamming you, but im not going slow this definitely isnt our first time

definitely not

so youre down, laid out before me so pretty and i immediately start kissing on you lips, neck, chest, all of it nothing new but i should touch back on old territory

mhm

one hand on the mattress one hand on your leg usually you do the work ride me peg me fuck me itll be different tonight though

oh? you really think so?

i know it i'll take you so slow its agonizing missionary style too youll be begging before you know it if you thought i was a tease before im beyond unbearable now every single inch of your skin is gonna be mine only my hands will truly know it my lips as well i could go for a few rounds as many as you like no time for breaks in between creampied thoroughly by the end of it all i think thats where i'd call it a day lick you clean, make sure you're perfect we could sleep afterwards or watch a movie

you better hold true to this tonight

we'll see if DTK gets a mission for me might be too worn out if he does

youre a fucking tease

and you love it

i know