#and have concluded that he's PROBABLY a Blade

[discordiansamba]

To Shiro's credit, once he learns about Keith's heritage, and that his mother is a member of the Blade of Marmora, he does start to put the pieces together. He knows that Keith has an identical twin brother, and he knows that said twin brother went with his mother when he left. Therefore, it is reasonable to assume that Akira is a member of the Blade of Marmora.

And when he thinks about all those times when Keith's behavior has seemed a little off... well, he starts to make the connection. Maybe Akira has been with them the whole time, ever since they freed the red lion from Sendak's clutches. It's a hell of a coincidence, but he's seen weirder stuff in space. And the two of them pretending to be the same person instead of owning up to the truth does sound like a very Keith thing to do.

The only problem is that he still can't tell the twins apart well enough to be sure which one is Keith, and which one is Akira. This is a conversation he would like to have with Keith! He does not want to accidentally have it with Akira instead. So he just opts to keep his mouth shut. They'll have to come clean eventually, right?

...right?

(Well, they do- but not so much by choice.)

[hoshinasblade]

i woke up sad today and im also super stressed at work so im taking it upon myself to make other people miserable too, hence this drabble -

"it has to be me", hoshina declared, in a tone that reflected his strong will. "if number 10 wanted me to use it as a weapon, i'll do it." regardless of the consequences, he intentionally omitted. he didn't need everyone in the room to hear what is already a known fact.

the emergency meeting lasted 10 minutes, and as soon as it concluded, the oak doors opened with a loud bang, the high-ranking officers of the anti-kaiju defence of japan pouring out. hoshina soshiro, the vice-captain of the third division remained on his spot, unmoving. "hoshina -" captain ashiro approached him with a concerned look.

"commander, don't look at me like that", hoshina responded, a smirk on his face. captain ashiro would have complied, but she's known her vice-captain for year to see when he's faking confidence. "i'm tough to kill", hoshina said, dismissing himself.

retiring to his quarters, hoshina relished the small privilege he was given - it would be embarrassing to break down in front of other people if he was sharing a dorm room with his teammates. he laid down the mattress, the soft surface giving in to his weight. he did not bother to take his uniform off.

it was an hour or four before he decided to do something. the clock read past 10 pm. you're probably taking a shower. he took his chances.

you always pick up. and tonight was no different. even the mere sound of your breathing was sufficient to set his insides afire. "i miss you."

it's ridiculous even for him to realize that his feelings could be summarized in three one-syllable words. he closed his eyes, imagining that he was not holding his phone in his ear, that you were with him instead. your presence would effectively solve the majority of his problems.

"how was your day?" you whispered softly. if hoshina concentrates hard enough, he could see your lips part while you're talking. the hole in his chest grew more and more by the second.

"they're converting number 10 as a weaponized suit. they're making me wear it." hoshina wished he was not speaking to you about this.

"isn't that dangerous?" your reply was quick and straightforward. you were familiar with the protocol and you weren't even an officer.

"i could die." once the truth was out of his mouth, there was no stopping it. "it could significantly shorten my lifespan if i use the suit too much."

hoshina had always been proud of his skills as a competent swordsman - he's survived and made it this far with his blades despite most people advising him to give up. he's never cursed his own lack of power until now. if only he was strong enough, maybe he wouldn't need a suit to be able to fight better.

"then -" you started but paused and hoshina could tell you were steadying yourself. . "then don't use it too much", you suggested. in normal circumstances he would smile at you - flattered that you are worried about him, pleased that you care. but now everything from you simply feels like tiny crumbs of affection, and hoshina settled on being a beggar.

"would you cry for me when i die?" hoshina heard you gasp on the other line.

"i'm hanging up now", you exclaimed without saying goodbye. the silence after that was deafening, but even then hoshina kept his phone on the side of his face, listening. "i wanna see you tonight", you spoke at last.

"would it make a difference?" his voice cracked but he didn't care. he was exhausted of pretending he was doing alright without you, in making himself believe that his love reaches you where his hands couldn't.

he said your name once more and it felt like a knife was being twisted within him.

"don't you dare do this to me," you threatened. "wait for me there, okay?" you added this time, pleading.

hope is a greedy, grasping thing and hoshina soshiro let it take hold of him fully.

"i will."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Could I request Sampo, Blade, Dan Heng, Welt, and Argenti getting a massive bouquet of flowers and cake as a gift from their s/o?

Argenti: loves giving people flowers and such.

It doesn’t matter who the recipient is either:

Elderly people who are lonely, elderly couples who are still together and very much in love, Young couples, Single people, people in general; Hello! Even stray cats, stray dogs and birds alike get a flower or two and animal safe cakes to eat.

Argenti gives EVERYONE and everything flowers and never asks for anything in exchange.

So when you’re the one to finally give this man his long over due -but much deserved- flowers. You were having an hard time trying to hold up an entire bouquet of a hundred ruby red roses in one hand, and a box of red velvet daisy cakes in the other.

You loved this man dearly and believed that he deserved nothing but the absolute best of the best.

Needless to say this man was swooning at the beauty of your gifts and accepts them wholeheartedly, as he then hold them close to his chest and inhaled the sweet scent deeply, humming in content as a smile graced his lips. He looked so pretty when he smiled like that, then again he was always pretty to you but in that moment he was so ethereal it took your breath away.

‘Thank you my beloved.’ He said as he kisses your cheek. ‘I shall treasure these flowers until their petals loose colour and their stems can no longer support them, but they’ll still be beautiful regardless because you gave me them.’ You mentally cursed Argenti and his seemingly effortless way with words as you burrow yourself into his side.

‘You deserve those flowers and I’m just ashamed that you didn’t receive them earlier.’ You said and Argenti chuckled, falling more and more in love with your beautiful heart by the second.

‘I don’t need flowers when I have you my dear, now would you mind in helping me eat these lovely cakes?’ Argenti asks as he picks up two of the red velvet cakes, admiring the skill that went into them. ‘I don’t think I can eat them all by myself and I would much prefer being in the company of my little flower.’ He concludes as he puts one of the cakes in your hands with a smile.

How could you say no to that face.

Welt: this man probably has had flowers from the likes of March, Dan Heng, Himeko, Pom Pom and Caelus/Stelle but they were nowhere comparable to the bouquet of flowers that you’ve bought for him.

He’s a little flustered at the gesture because wow that’s a lot of flowers for an old man like him. However he will take them as a gesture of goodwill and respect for you.

‘What’s the occasion? I’m certain I’m not missing any important events for such a gift.’ He mutters to himself as he squints at the calendar on his phone. Even with glasses on Welt could feel his eyes strain against the bright light of the phone screen. (Grandpa core.)

You giggle at the sight, if never failed to make you smile whenever he did the whole squinting his eyes to look at the screen, it was unabashedly Welt and you loved him regardless. Respectful older men was your type and Welt covered all basis of this.

‘No, I just wanted to give you some gifts as to thank you for everything you’ve done, not just for me but everyone.’ You told him as he puts away his phone and smiles at you. ‘I appreciate the gifts but you didn’t have to feel obligated to get me anything.’ He says, feeling as though there were other people more deserving of such generous gifts than him.

‘There’s no obligation Welt.’ You defended. ‘I wanted to get you something because you’re worth a thousand bouquets and so much more!’ Welt was moved by your words and made his way towards you, holding your face in his hands as he kisses your forehead softly.

‘Thank you. I shall treasure them forever.’

Sampo: acts like he receives flowers all the time but he’s bluffing and you know it from the way he’d trip over his own words.

He’s deeply touched that you got an old fool like him flowers and sweet cakes.

‘All this for ol Sampo? Oh you shouldn’t have.’ He’d say as he’s wiping a tear from his eyes before he then practically salivating over the sweet treats that smelt rich in sweetness in every aspect of its creation.

‘Only the best for my favourite masked fool.’ You replied fondly as you watched Sampo act like a kid in a sweet shop with the way his eyes brightened and how his smile seems to widen more over time.

‘Your favourite masked fool?’ Sampo echoed, pouting as he puts his hands on his hips. ‘How many other masked fools do you know besides me?’ He asks, not liking the idea of sharing you with the likes of Giovanni or something , you were his buddy! He can go find his own buddy elsewhere!

You chuckled as you ran a thumb across his pouty lip, pressing a kiss there because you could along with the fact that Sampo was an absolute sucker for your kisses. ‘You’re the only one I ever need to know because everyone else fails in comparison to the great Sampo Koski.’ You praised him as Sampo buried his head into your neck and attached his arms to your waist, drawing you closer into him.

‘Thank you for the flowers and the cakes.’ He whispers. ‘I really like them…will you…do this again for me next time?’ You kissed the top of his head. ‘You’re very welcome Sampo and of course I will, I’ve got to keep you happy somehow.’ You told him and under his breath Sampo then said, ‘how can I be made even more happy when I’m happy enough as it is with you already here in my arms?’

Blade: skeptical.

Never, ever, ever has he ever been given flowers. Never.

So needless to say he’s a little on edge and side eye the harmless bouquet of flowers as though they just personally insulted him.

‘What’s this.’ He’d ask.

‘A bouquet of flowers and a couple of Black Forest Gateau cakes.’ You responded as your smile melted off of your face. ‘You don’t like them do you.’

‘No.’ Blade, feeling the hurt within your voice cut into him deeply, says immediately. ‘I’m just not accustomed to being given gifts because no one in their right mind would give someone like me flowers and cakes. I don’t deserve them.’ He adds as a somber silence befell you both.

‘Well I think you do.’ You said after a while and Blade could only raise a brow at you. ‘It’s true! I’ll buy you a thousand bouquet of flowers and boxes of cakes if it means proving to you that you’re worth such things.’ You doubled down on your promise and Blade couldn’t help but smile a little at your determination to prove him wrong. It was a trait that he loved about you but wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

‘Even if the trail I leave behind is one of blood, death and pain?’ He asks.

‘Even then.’ You reaffirmed and Blade felt a warmth flood through him then and there as he sighs and takes the bouquet into his arms. ‘I’m no florist,’ he starts as he was just about to take the flowers up to his room before stopping to look at you over his shoulder, ‘but I’ll try to keep them alive, for you.’ He adds and your smile came back in full force.

A sight he loves to see as often as he could.

‘Everything has to die at some point, even flowers.’ You told him but he wasn’t having it.

‘Not if the flowers are from you, then I’ll keep trying in getting them to live forever.’ Blade replied and it was honestly the most romantic thing he’s ever said in that moment.

Dan Heng: thinks they were for someone else at first.

He, like welt, receives flowers for the rest of the Astral express crew now and then, but they paled in comparison to your bouquet of flowers and cakes.

‘Am I really worth all this?’ He asks, not so certain that he was in fact worth all the effort you’ve put into getting him such a radiant bouquet and delicious treats.

‘You are and I won’t hear otherwise Dan Heng.’ You said as you held him from behind, kissing his cheek that burned red afterwards, making you smile knowing that you still had that effect on him after so long.

‘Is this want to expect now? Bouquet and cakes?’ He says as he takes in the fact that you remembered each of his favourite flowers, and managed to have the florist organise them in a way that emphasised the beauty of each and every individual flower as they seamlessly blended into one another, almost as though it were a painting.

‘Only if you want it to be.’ You replied softly and Dan Heng gently rubbed a soft baby blue petal between his finger before letting them go, the faint smell of flora bringing about a sense of calm and belonging to his room. Something that his room severely lacked, but he didn’t understand what was missing back then as he did now, his room was missing your warm touch and it was very much the same for himself.

Dan Heng needed you in his life. He was missing your presence before he even met you, almost as though you were fated to meet and become romantically intertwined to one another.

‘Only if it’s from you.’ He says softly as he moves to look at. you with a soft expression. ‘Then consider it done.’ You kissed his lips this time, smiling against him in response upon feeling him smile into the kiss.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

König shaving the readers 🐱 while making eye contact....

👄 *bites bottom lip*

I go feral for your writing my dear ❤️‍🔥

"Stop squirming."

Your legs are slightly shaking from the wide spread they are forced into to accomodate a giant between them. The said giant places a large, warm palm on your inner thigh to punctuate his command – and open you up even more.

"Please be careful," you plead as if this wasn't your idea in the first place: to have König shave your pussy with one of his knives.

You were sure he would say no because it's dangerous, but it turns out your shy request was too delicious to refuse. Other men would've probably looked at you like you're a freak and told you to shave it yourself, but König merely tilted his head and told you he would need more than one knife to do it: a big one for larger areas and a few smaller blades to finish.

"Who do you think I am?" He grunts, slightly insulted. You know he's a master when it comes to knives, you would trust this man with your life, but now that he's there, wielding a blade so close to your delicate folds, you're not so sure... What if something slips?

But König is extremely careful, and extremely gentle. This man handles his duties with obsessive dedication, so why would this be any different? And besides, you're not work, you're the love of his life.

He has fallen into some sort of a flow state with what must be two of his favorite things: a sharp, deadly blade and a soft, inviting pussy. You can do nothing but bite your lip as he shaves you with a razor-sharp focus. The knife doesn't hurt you at all: actually, it feels like he's caressing your skin with a feather.

Every once in a while he gives you a glance, probably to see how you're doing. Being on display like this for him is more than enough to make your heart flutter, but it's those dark, heated looks that make you wet.

"There... Endlich fertig." He eventually rises from between your legs and leans back to examine his work with silent approval in his stare. Then he gets a warm, wet towel to wipe you clean, and admires you once more, like your freshly shaved pussy is a work of art.

His work of art.

"Pretty," he concludes, then looks at you with another trademark flash that usually precedes a good wrecking. You squirm again, merely from that horny, promising stare fixed on you from beneath the darkness of his mask. Even your thighs start to drift closed; it's simply a reaction to him being so obsessed with you. You don't even know whether it's born from the instinct to hide your vulnerable parts from a predator or because you know it will drive him crazy when you play a little hard to get.

"Keep them open," he orders, his voice dropping a note or two. You obey immediately; you wouldn't even dream of rejecting him. You only look at him with wide, love-filled eyes as he starts to lift the mask.

You should've known he wants a taste after looking at your throbbing, wet cunt – the one he just called pretty – from up close for solid 15 minutes. You can play hard to get as much as you want, but your pussy always gives you away. It's almost dripping by now, and answers him with another wink as the familiar pair of cruel lips and a brutally scarred jawline are revealed from behind the rising veil of darkness.

And god... He's smiling.

"Have to get my reward, eh?"

[lubrumalis]

konig headcanons! (realistic)

tw: nsfw

all of these are realistic hc! dont expect a normal konig

hes NOT a shy awkward pushover, just because he has social anxiety??? we can see through his voice lines hes a very cocky person and speaks rather agressively

“lets be honest, its better off in my hands.”

i hc that just because konig has social anxiety, he doesn’t express this through bring soft and shy, he expresses it through his bluntness

konig wanted to be a sniper but did not because he couldn’t stand still, has social anxiety, i hc he has some form of adhd

his very cocky and blunt shouting isn’t because hes mean, but he just doesnt wanna be seen as that bullied kid he once was

hes doesnt have horrible EQ, but the kind of guy to be incredibly unfiltered

also, this guy was literally assigned as a human battering ram, you think hes all soft and sweet???😅😅😅

no he won’t get angry or cry if his mask is taken off. just annoyed.

its not actually canon that konig is a colonel (correct me if im wrong, i couldnt find anything on the official wiki) but lets assume hes one anyway

even if he isnt, gets paid well. really well.

private military companies that deploy soldiers in areas of active conflict can pay up to hundreds of thousands for one soldier

considering konigs age (late 30s at least) and skills, probably 400-500k a year.

chose to join the military because he had an obsession with tanks and guns as a kid

a lot of hc’s say hes 6’10. i disagree, simply based off of chances and the fact thats wayyyy too tall for the military

but he was described as a mountain, so id say his height is around 6’5-6’8

very very intimidating. hes tall big and has the mask of an executioner in the 15th century. who wouldn’t be scared?

definitely will say some random german word in a situation where no one else there knows german. he doesn’t give a damn lol

hates americans (thinks theyre all obese, mannerless, and bad at geography)

brings up the most random topics. again i really think konig has adhd.

konig was not good at school and hated it, mainly due to the anxiety and how he couldn’t pay attention

also why he chose the path of a soldier

drinks lots of beer, high alcohol tolerance, this guys a true european.

loves austrian or german food. loves schnitzel and pies.

konigs breakfast is literally sausages, toast, eggs, and sometimes beer

BIG APPETITE. he could eat for 3 people.

a little insecure about his appearance, not confident in his looks :( also why he hid his face

but as he grew older he uses the mask for actual purposes of concealing his identity, he is a special ops soldier after all

kind of a cheapskate. he chose to hide his face with what, polyester? chose a piece of cloth over everything else.

has very conservative beliefs. not to the point where he hates abortion and votes far right, konig is just a little confused about some things certain liberals believe in

pretty political person lmao

not enough info to conclude whether or not konig was abused as a kid tbh

he was definitely miserable for a period in his life. hes in the military living a monotone life, barely any contact with others, and constantly living in fear he’d die

i dont think hes as traumatized as ghost tho🙂🙂

konig appreciates his dna and how it makes him big and tall, but sometimes gets incredibly annoyed at it

mainly because well, he got bullied for itas a kid

because he specializes in hostage rescue a lot of hostages (especially kids) are scared of him and refuse to leave the area with him

takes a lot of convincing 🥲🥲

has a lot of intrusive thoughts

cannot use social media properly

also texts like an old grandpa. uses 😂 and 🤣 unironically.

“Can we have burgers 🍔 tonight🌃?”

probably uses a blackberry or reallyyyyy old iphone

relationship hcs:

konigs voice actor (jim boeven) stated in a livestream that konigs wife would ideally be a mix between maria pedraza (actress) and rachael from blade runner (character from movie).

both are 170cm ish and brunettes

i can actually see that—konig is massive and he probably prefers someone on the tall side

first thing you did that led to your relationship with him? you tolerated him that is. listened to him ranting😃

i can see him with a civilian or someone whos in the military tbh

finds you pretty at first

enjoys bickering, he needs someone to simulate his mind

you know those stories where his s/o is 5’2, clingy, soft af, and neeeeeeeds konig? haha you won’t be getting that from me.

unlike ghost, who really takes his time to get to know someone and opens up slowly, scared to have his trust broken again

konig charges in like the human battering ram he is😁

if he has a feeling you’re trustworthy you are trustworthy.

horrible at flirting. he doesn’t know how to talk to women smoothly

needs someone equally as weird and funny

s/o needs to be someone with very firm boundaries and can stand their ground, i think konigs a really stubborn person, so for a healthy relationship to work, s/o can’t be the generic bimbo

konig wears the pants in the relationship

doesn’t let you pay. he has a enough money and believes men should always pay

(im sorry to break your delusions) konig does not strike to me as someone who likes a docile homebody. thats ghost (if you remove the word docile).

he doesn’t like extremely dominant partners either

imagine someone who is a listener, accepting yet blunt, shares his quirks, and has a very elegant feel to them

also someone very independent

also gonna get killed for this but konig would realistically not go for a girl in her early twenties. he prefers elegance and sophistication over being cute and jumpy

hates one night stands.

values relationships more than you think. he can come off as strong at first, but hes trying his best

ecstatic when you tell him you wanna learn german (hes not a good teacher)

doesn’t like play fighting, he thinks he’s gonna accidentally hurt you

admires you a lot. he knows hes not the best looking person and doesn’t understand the makeup skincare dress up thing.

isn’t paranoid, but definitely doesn’t say he has an s/o

if you ever get mad at him, konig will tighten all jars in the kitchen so you have to ask him for help :)

extremely unfiltered. he hates your cooking? he will say it. that dress looks better than the other? he will say it.

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'

anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(

Have a wonderful day/night!

I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Philza:

I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.

Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.

Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)

If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)

Like

He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)

But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head

“Whatever you say, mate.”

DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD

After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.

He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU

Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself

Uh… cry party?

Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)

If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.

Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you

Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.

Okay now for some actual comfort!

As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.

He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?

He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”

“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”

Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.

If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it

“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”

Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?

You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking

In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)

Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”

“Fine. Come here.”

Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.

Works like a charm!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[solsticehymns]

TOO GOOD TO BE FAKE: CHAPTER 1

helloooooo this is the first chapter in my james potter x fem fake dating series, i really hope you like it! i've been cooking up some extremely juicy future chapters so stay tuned!!!

-sunny☀️🌻

wc: 1350

1: This Is Going to Be a Problem

— 1 —

The worst part about having your heart broken at Hogwarts? Nowhere to escape.

Against my better judgment, I took my friends’ advice and left the dormitory for the night.

Now, instead of being warm and cozy in bed where I belong, I’m here— pressed into the corner of the crowded Gryffindor common room, clutching a butterbeer while my friends buzz around me. The room is packed, bodies shuffling past with no regard for personal space, the air thick with laughter and firewhiskey-laced conversation.

The three of us are huddled in a corner, but my so-called friends aren’t exactly offering any moral support. No, in fact, they’re grinning like they just pulled off some grand scheme, eyes gleaming with mischief.

I don’t know why I ever listen to them. This was a terrible idea.

“You’re sulking,” Alice points out, practically bouncing on her feet, far too happy to mention it.

“I just don’t want to see Simon,” I admit, exhaling the words like I’ve been holding my breath too long.

Jade nearly chokes on her drink, her gaze snapping over my shoulder like she’s just seen a Dementor.

“Don’t turn around, then,” she warns.

My stomach lurches uncomfortably. I widen my eyes. Really?

Jade nods. Alice bares a thin, dimpled smile. Really.

I hold out for three seconds… then I cave, throwing a casual, nonchalant glance over my shoulder.

Simon Batts is leaning against the fireplace, talking to a girl. Tall. Brunette. Gryffindor robes. I don’t get a better read before I force myself to look away, but I don’t need to. Because then I hear it, that laugh.

Low. Easy. Unmistakable—even over the hum of the party and the crackling fire.

Something tight and ugly curls in my chest, a phantom pain where something solid once was.

That laugh used to be my favorite sound. Now, it triggers a feeling like a blade twisting in my ribs.

Alice pats my shoulder like this is all very fixable. “So, he wants to flirt? Great. Go show him what he lost.”

I barely have time to scowl before she nudges me toward the crowd.

“Absolutely not,” I plant my feet firmly where they are, shooting her a glare.

Alice grins, wicked and devious. “Oh, babe, I’ve already decided for you.”

— 2 —

James Potter is leaned back against the couch, surveying the party like a king admiring his realm. The Gryffindor common room is packed, their handiwork evident in every corner—firewhiskey bottles tucked behind armchairs, music thrumming loud enough to make McGonagall’s eye twitch from her office below. The others scan the crowd, eyes darting to every pretty girl who passed. 

James only sees one. 

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” Sirius groans. “Not her again.” 

“We’ve told you to move on, right?” Remus adds, tilting his drink toward James. “Because we should probably have that talk again.” 

James sighs heavily, finally tearing his gaze away from Lily Evans—the bane of his existence. 

“You really think so?” He queries, sounding on the edge of defeat.

Sirius snorts. “Mate. It’s time.”

Peter, trying to be helpful more than anything, suddenly pipes up: “Maybe she’s one of those girls—you just have to flirt with someone else to get her attention.”

Remus raises an eyebrow. Sirius opens his mouth—shuts it. Tries again.

“Huh,” Sirius finally concludes, turning to Peter. “That’s... actually not the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

Peter beams. “I have been paying attention,” he boasts proudly. Then, as if to prove it, he adds, “James, remember that week you got paired with Marlene for Charms? Lily suddenly couldn’t stop asking about your homework.”

James blinks, caught off guard. “Wait— what?”

Sirius snaps his fingers. “Oh, he’s right. She was hovering like a bloody Niffler near a pile of gold.”

With a huff, Remus leans back, looking vaguely impressed. “Maybe Peter should run all our social strategies.”

Beside him, Peter puffs up, clearly delighted. 

James laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. “You really think so?” he repeats, casting one last longing glance at Lily in the sea of people.

“It’s worth a try, eh?” Sirius drawls, nodding toward the crowd. “Go on, then. Show us how it’s done.”

James hesitates for only a second, then downs the last of his firewhiskey, ruffles a hand through his hair, and throws on an overly cheesy grin.

“Watch and learn, boys.”

— 3 —

I’m sipping my butterbeer with displeasure, back purposefully turned towards the party, risking no chance of making eye contact with Simon. 

The chatter between the girls has died down, I suppose I killed the mood, but can you blame me? I’m still reeling from my breakup, and I can’t seem to find any escape in the entire castle.

Then I notice Alice looking at me—a look I recognize. 

She’s had an idea. 

There’s no time for me to ask what it is—her foot stamps down on mine with force; I wince and stumble back, colliding with a chest.

“Oh, shit, sorry!” I fumble, reaching out to steady myself, only to look up and realize exactly who I’ve collided with.

James Potter.

Of course.

He’s already smiling, like he was waiting for this exact moment to happen.

“Bold move,” he counters effortlessly, wearing that easy, too-charming-for-his-own-good expression he so often takes with girls, voice laced with laughter. “Some might even call it strategic.”

I whip around, ready to glare at Alice, except she and the others are gone. Vanished from sight.

Traitors.

“Perfect,” I mutter, shaking my head and rolling my eyes. 

James finds this whole scene deeply entertaining.

I exhale sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Of course,” I groan. “Of course this is happening.”

James, clearly enjoying himself, tilts his head. “Love the enthusiasm.”

I shift my butterbeer to my other hand and cross my arms tightly. “Glad you noticed.”

He chuckles, looking right at me with unyielding hazel eyes. “Well, in that case… shall we dance?” He actually extends a hand out to me, like there’s even a miniscule chance I’ll take it.

I give him the flattest look I can muster. “Potter.”

He raises his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. No need to hex me.”

I glance over my shoulder, hoping—praying—to see my friends returning to rescue me. No luck. The cowards really left me here.

James follows my gaze, his lips quirking up. “You know,” he muses, “I think they set this up.”

I scoff. “No kidding.”

He takes a slow sip of his drink, making himself entirely too comfortable in this situation. I shift awkwardly, waiting for a polite excuse to slip away, but James isn’t giving me one. Typical.

“I’ll be honest,” he says after a beat, “I didn’t expect you to be the type to throw yourself into my arms at a party, but—”

Something in me snaps. “Oh, shove off, Potter. It was an accident.”

“That’s what they all say.”

I glare, he grins. It’s infuriating.

I should walk away. I should not entertain this.

But then—a flicker of movement behind him catches my eye.

Simon.

Watching.

I stiffen before I can stop myself, eyes locking on my ex for half a second too long, just enough to be noticeable.

Just enough for James to notice.

His gaze flicks over his shoulder, tracking my line of sight. When he turns back, his smirk is slow, deliberate—the kind that sets off every internal alarm I have.

“Ohhh,” he drawls, the realization dawning. “Now I get it.”

My attention snaps back to him. “Get what?”

His smirk deepens. “You’re trying to make Batts jealous.”

I bristle, gripping my drink tighter. “I am not.”

James raises a single, knowing eyebrow.

“Okay, even if I was,” I amend, “which I’m not, that’s none of your business.”

“Mm. Except it is.”

I narrow my eyes. “How?”

James leans in slightly, dropping his voice like we’re conspiring over something much more devious than a high school breakup.

“Because I’m trying to make someone jealous too.”

My body goes very still.

James just smiles.

And only then do I realize— this is going to be a problem.

Next in series: 2: That Wasn't a No

series page linked HERE

[jinxedruby]

Whumptober Day Four: Hallucinations/"You're still alive in my head"

Featuring Legend. (and Warriors, technically, but mostly Legend lol)

AO3

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Legend inspected the arrowhead with a frown. He twirled it slowly between his fingers, watching the light catch oddly on the tip.

“Something wrong?”

He glanced up to see Warriors headed toward him, running a cloth along his bloodied blade as he walked.

“I think the arrows might be poisoned,” Legend said. He pushed himself out of his crouch, holding the arrow out to Warriors. Warriors’ brow knitted as he took it. He held it up to the sun the same way Legend had, his frown deepening.

“I think you’re right,” he said after a moment. He lowered the arrow and dabbed a corner of the cloth he’d been using to clean his blade against the arrowhead. He huffed and shook his head before holding the cloth out for Legend to see. A small, purplish-gray dot of liquid soaked into the cloth where he’d touched the arrowhead.

“Definitely poisoned,” Legend concluded.

Warriors gave a grim nod. He crouched and drilled the arrowhead into the earth. “We’ll have to be careful. I don’t have a lot of experience with poisons, but I’d rather not find out what this one does.”

Legend agreed. “Well, we should probably head back and warn the oth-”

A twig snapped and he froze. Warriors gave him a quizzical glance, apparently having not heard the sound. Legend quietly drew his blade, turning to look for the source of the noise. Warriors followed suit, quickly putting the cloth away and taking out his shield. Legend’s gaze bounced across the bodies of the bokoblins he and Warriors had slain. He thought they’d gotten them all, but maybe there were more hidden in the trees. The density of the forest made it difficult to see very far, trees disrupting his line of sight in every direction. He carefully sidestepped around one, squinting.

Warriors slammed into him. Legend grunted as Warriors threw them both back. Two arrows struck the tree not a moment later. Legend whipped his head around to see two bokoblin archers some dozens of feet away, using the trees as cover, bows drawn. Legend and Warriors split as the archers fired again, arrows zipping past them. Legend dove behind a tree. He quickly swapped his sword for his bow. Nocking an arrow and drawing it back, he leaned around the tree. He fired at the same time as one of the bokoblins. He yanked himself back behind cover, the arrow streaking past. He couldn’t tell if his shot met its mark, but he didn’t hear any accompanying monster screech, so he probably missed. He nocked another arrow. A beat passed before he took a step to the side and launched it. He cursed as he missed again, hiding once more as the archer targeted him. He spared a glance toward where he last saw Warriors. The captain stood behind a tree across the way, bow drawn and ready. As Legend watched, Warriors leapt out from behind cover. He fired an arrow then dove forward, ducking behind another tree just as the bokoblins shot at him.

Legend, realizing Warriors was trying to get closer, changed tactic. He leaned out to fire another arrow. Then he twisted around the other side of the tree and fired again in quick succession. He kept it up, trying to avoid falling into a predictable rhythm while also trying to keep the archers’ attention on him so Warriors could get in close.

Just as he stepped out again, he heard a monster screech. He looked around the edge of the tree to see Warriors with his sword plunged into a bokoblin’s middle. Legend paused, bow drawn, hesitant to fire and risk hitting the captain. He kept his eyes trained on Warriors for a moment too long. He realized his mistake just as the other archer fired. An arrow slammed into his leg. Hot pain erupted from the point of impact and he yelped, staggering back behind the tree.

The pain progressed to a horrible burning. He ground his teeth, stumbling to his knees as the feeling raced through his veins up his leg. He gripped the arrow shaft protruding from his boot. Before he could psych himself out, he gave it a sharp yank, ripping it from his leg. A shout tore from his throat, hot blood pouring from the wound and soaking his boot. With a trembling hand, he stabbed the arrowhead deep into the dirt like Warriors had done earlier.

He dragged in a gasp, vertigo suddenly overtaking him. He sat down hard, his back hitting the tree behind him. One hand he pressed to the burning wound, digging around in his pouch with the other. The sun seemed to double in intensity in both heat and light. He squinted against it, blinking as sweat beaded on his brow and rolled toward his eyes. He fumbled around in his pouch, fingers slipping from one item to the next and back again. He had to remind himself what he was looking for several times. He grabbed what he thought was a bottle and pulled it out. It immediately slipped from his shaking fingers. He slurred out a curse, patting the ground weakly as he tried to search for it. The world blurred together into a muddy mix of too-bright lights and too-vivid colors. Nausea clutched at him violently and he went still, tipping his head back against the tree and squeezing his eyes shut. He tried to focus on taking thin breaths, but even that had become difficult.

“Collector!” Warriors’ voice echoed and sounded much too loud. Legend winced as the captain’s abrasive voice pummeled his ears, wanting to cover them but unable to lift his arms very high.

“Hey, look at- look at- look-”

The words bounced around in Legend’s head far too many times until he couldn’t make sense of them anymore. He felt a groan leave his lips, the sound amplified in his head. A sharp ache took up residence behind his eyes and at the base of his neck. His whole body ached, now that he thought about it. Everything felt sore and his leg felt engulfed in flame, his toes and fingers tingling slightly.

“Link!”

He jolted at his name. He peeled his eyelids apart. A blurry figure leaned over him, the color of their hair bleeding into the bright green leaves overhead. He blinked again and the image became slightly clearer, blond hair giving way to dark brown, little red splotches dotting the leaves above. The man’s eyes crinkled at the corners with mirth.

I should’ve known I’d find you here.

Link squinted, trying to see the man against the bright sun. Uncle?

His uncle chuckled. That tired, huh? Did you fall asleep out here again?

Link’s throat felt dry and scratchy. He tried to swallow to abate the feeling, but found himself unable to. In fact, he could hardly move at all. In spite of that, he somehow managed to speak. I guess so.

His uncle gave a fond sigh, lowering himself to sit beside Link. He gazed up at the boughs of the tree, bright red apples dangling from the branches. This might be the biggest harvest we’ve had. We’ll certainly have our work cut out for us.

Link hummed in affirmation, staring up at the apples. Red abruptly appeared in his vision, close to his face. It morphed into an apple that his uncle held to his lips.

Here, why don’t you-

“-drink, c’mon, please-”

-try it?

Link felt sick. He frowned slightly, brushing his uncle’s hand away. Even though he didn’t feel himself actually move. I don’t know if I can keep anything down.

That’s okay.

With no warning, liquid flooded Link’s mouth. His breaths sucked it into his larynx and he choked. He coughed harshly, spitting it out, the liquid burning all the way back up. His uncle held him as he hacked, turning him toward the side so he could more easily get the fluid out of his throat. What just- what was- Link couldn’t finish the thought, too preoccupied with coughing. After he could breathe again, though his throat pinched with every inhale, his uncle moved him back to his previous position, propped up against the tree.

“-please, I don’t-”

Link’s leg clenched painfully. He stiffened, hissing through his teeth and trying to reach toward it. Something stopped him, but he couldn’t figure out what. All at once, heavy drowsiness came over him like a blanket. He blinked slowly, slumping back against the tree.

You look tired, Link. His uncle leaned over him again.

I… Link stared at the tree branches past his uncle’s face. Hadn’t his uncle said he’d been sleeping earlier? He couldn’t quite remember. I am… tired.

Why don’t you rest? his uncle suggested. I can watch the orchard for a bit.

But… Link frowned. Grogginess tugged at his eyelids and vertigo swirled in his head. Exhaustion pressed at him, gently coaxing him down into the earth. His blinks became longer, slower. Something itched at the back of his mind, something important he’d forgotten. His leg didn’t hurt quite so much anymore.

A hand brushed his bangs back, a voice pleading with him to do something he couldn’t quite hear. He thought he heard something about his blood.

His uncle appeared over him, tucking a loose lock of hair behind Link’s ear.

You can rest, his uncle said softly. It’s okay.

It didn’t quite feel okay. But he’d never felt more exhausted in his life. With each blink, it became harder and harder for him to open his eyes again. He… he was really tired. A rest sounded very, very nice. The itch at the back of his mind remained persistent, but the echoing, pleading voice had begun to fade into the background. Everything felt muffled and heavy. The next time he blinked, he didn’t open his eyes.

“-no, no-”

Something in him struggled to stay awake. It tried desperately to focus on the pleading voice, on the itch in the back of his mind.

I’m… He fought his eyes open just a crack. The blurry figure of his uncle still leaned over him. The world had turned muddy and gray, like a veil had been placed over his eyes. I’m not ready. For some reason, the thought made his eyes sting.

He thought his uncle seemed surprised, but he couldn’t quite tell with his bleary vision. Are you sure?

I have something I need to do, still.

For a moment, his uncle remained quiet. Then his eyes crinkled at the corners again. I understand. He held the apple to Link’s lips. Link realized it had been against his mouth the whole time, only leaving when he’d choked. It seemed shinier than normal, the red almost appearing blue, inexplicably.

I’ll be here when you’re ready, his uncle said.

Tears welled in Link’s eyes. He nodded. With a short breath, he bit into the apple.

And blue potion poured down Legend’s throat.

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

His fourth sword

Roronoa Zoro x reader. NSFW!! (moodboard)

Based on this. This fic is the first in a trilogy that also includes Her sweet peach and Their shared bliss.

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You have been seeing each other -if that is the right word- for little more than a month; neither expected it to happen, it simply did, like it’s often the case with good things. After a night spent drinking saké on the bridge, you ended up making out in the small room behind the kitchen, fierce kisses multiplying as your and Zoro’s hands explored each other’s body. Nothing more happened, but it was intense enough to make your head spin; that time was, and all the ones that followed, almost every day since and sometimes twice before dinner time, whenever the two of you could find a moment away from your crewmates.

You never talked about it; you never felt the need to, at first at least. Until now…

“Here, this is yours.” you announce as you step into the boys’ cabin, a pile of washed and neatly folded clothes in your arms; Zoro, who is sitting on his bed with one of his swords and a rag in his hands, blinks as he lifts his gaze on you, his brow furrowed.

“Is that my stuff?”

“Yes, I found it in the basket; I was doing my laundry, I thought I’d wash these as well.”

Zoro grins as he stands, carefully lowering the sword next to the other two on his bed to take his formerly sweat-soaked clothes from your arms. “Thanks, (name), you didn’t have to.”

“I know I didn’t; I just felt like doing you a kindness.” you explain with a shrug; you are not the most romantic of women and talking about feelings usually makes you uncomfortable in the best of cases, but at the same time you see no reason to hide how fond you are and always have been of your friends, including the green-haired swordsman who in the last month has stuck his tongue in your throat more times than you could count, and even had to wear a scarf for a few days -it’s just a cold, no I don’t need help, thanks Chopper- to hide the hickey you had sucked on his neck.

“Well, thank you anyway.”

“No problem. Am I bothering you?”

Zoro shakes his head as he returns to his bed, and his swords, which he is busy cleaning. You sit on the bed in front of his -Sanji’s- and spend the next couple of minutes like this, your knees supporting your elbows, your fingers intertwined under your chin, observing the young man in front of you.

He’s handsome, undoubtedly so, strong and fit and more good-looking than he probably realises, but that is not all; he’s also strong-willed, clever, stubborn, generous, and kind, all characteristics you have always appreciated in a person. You didn’t expect to feel attracted to him, you wouldn’t have imagined it in a million years, but at the same time, now that it has happened you don’t feel surprised at all, much less regretful…

“You are staring at me.” Zoro comments after a while, without looking up; he’s been rubbing the sword’s blade for five minutes.

“Shouldn’t I? You’re very handsome.”

“Damn, (name)...”

“What’s wrong? Zoro, are you blushing?” you ask, amused, and he mumbles something under his breath, once again avoiding your gaze. You can’t help but finding it funny, that a man who has fought the strongest foes without fear and even risked his life to save that of his captain, could feel self-conscious simply because a woman -one he has made out with at least three dozens times, but still- has complimented him, but the last thing you want is to make him uncomfortable, so you decide to change the subject.

“That’s the sword you got in Wano, right?” you ask, observing the katana with its slightly curved blade and golden and lilac-colored hilt; you have never had any interest in swords, but you have to admit it is beautiful.

“Enma, yes.”

“And then there’s the Kisetsu…

“Kitetsu. Sandai Kitetsu.”

“Sorry. And the Wado Ichimonji, which belonged to your friend Kuina.” you conclude, observing the other two blades resting on the bed next to Zoro, already polished to perfection “Are you the only man in the world who uses three swords?”

“That I know of, yes.” Zoro admits with a grin, clearly pleased.

“When I first met you I couldn’t believe you could actually fight with all three together. Then there’s your fourth sword, but that obviously doesn’t count.”

Zoro’s hand finally stops. “... what?”

“Your fourth sword.” you repeat, surprise evident on your face, and you see confusion colour Zoro’s expression as he struggles to understand.

“What are you talking about? I don’t have a fourth sword.”

“Of course you do!”

“No I don’t. (name), is this a joke? I had a couple other swords, the Yubashiri I got in Eines Lobby and the Shusui, but…”

“No, not those.” you patiently explain “Look…”

You stand, covering the brief distance between the two beds in a single step; you gesture to Zoro to stand as well, which he does after placing Enma on the bed once again, and once you are face to face you slowly raise your hand to brush your fingertips against his lips.

Your touch is delicate, feather-like, but Zoro must see something in your gaze, something he appreciates and fears at the same time, because you hear him hold his breath.

“You know…” you continue slowly, and after the chaste caress to his mouth your hand descends to do the same to his chest, a delicate massage to his pecs that makes Zoro’s heartbeat quicken under your palm. Your fingertips not-exactly-accidentally brush against his hard nipples, and he jumps. “Fuck, (name)...”

“I’m talking about…”

Your hand stops at his belt, your gaze searching his for reassurance; this is a line you are yet to cross together, and while you can feel Zoro has already gotten aroused you don’t want to do anything he hasn’t enthusiastically consented to. Your eyes meet; Zoro is clearly struggling to swallow, but he gives you a nod, tiny but determined, wordlessly giving you permission without breaking the illusion you have spun around you both. 

You smile, relieved and proud, and let your hand slip even further down, until you reach his pelvis, your palm and fingers gently cupping his already hardened member.

“... this.” you conclude as you caress him, your touch delicate but relentless, and in a moment you can feel Zoro’s flesh responding to your touch “Your most beautiful sword, the most precious, and powerful, and hard - so hard. But this sword is only for me, you understand? No one else can touch it; only me.”

Silence.

“I asked you a question, Zoro. Is this sword for me, and only for me? Answer me or…”

You let go, just an inch, and Zoro hurries to nod. “Yes! Yes, only you.” he mumbles; the great swordsman, one day to become the most powerful in the world, the vanquisher of so many enemies, has disappeared, leaving in his stead a young man desperate for that touch -a woman’s touch- that, he has confessed to you on your third make-out session, he had never experienced before “Only for you, (name). I don’t want anyone else.”

“Good.”

You kiss him, light and gentle. “You wanna close the door?”

It’s the middle of the day, which makes it unlikely that any of the other boys will need to use the room, but one can never be too sure. Zoro almost trips over his own feet as he crosses the room and turns the key of the cabin’s door, effectively locking three of your crewmates, including the captain, out of their room; it is rude, undoubtedly, but at the moment neither of you cares.

There is anticipation, arousal and anxiety at the same time, as Zoro turns and presses his back against the door, waiting for you to join him, which you have done a moment later.

“Do you want to sit on the bed?” you ask, your mouth an inch away from his. There are few things that you enjoy more than kissing Zoro, tasting sakè on his lips as your tongues battle for dominance, but you won’t do it now: at least, not on his lips “You might be more comfortable.”

“Like this is fine.” he mumbles, clearly struggling to meet your gaze; redness has spread on the tan skin of his face, and while he’s not restrained in any way, he’s completely still, arms spread at his sides “Just so you know, I’ve never done this before.”

“You told me; but this is not a test, you have nothing to prove.”

“I know, just… In case I don’t last long.”

You smile. “As I said, nothing to prove.” you murmur, and a moment later you have gracefully knelt in front of him, eyeing the now evident tent in his trousers. “Hmm, not that I risk remaining unsatisfied, from the looks of it…”

Zoro gulps as he observes you raising your hand to cup him once more; he’s now completely hard, big enough to barely fit in your palm, and you find yourself licking your lips in anticipation. “Is your fourth sword ready for me, baby?”

“Yes!”

“Good. Now, let’s see…”

You keep your eyes to him as you slowly, very slowly, unbutton his trousers and then lower them down his legs, baring his muscled legs, and a pair of black briefs whose fabric looks a moment away from tearing on the front. You take his cock in your hand once more, tearing a long, guttural moan out of Zoro’s lips as you carefully squeeze it. 

“Hmm, what do we have here? Is it a sword or just a tiny dagger?”

“Of course it’s a sword!” Zoro protests, outraged, and a moment later he is biting his lip, well aware he has fallen into your trap “Don’t tease me, (name).”

“I’m sorry, baby. Believe me, I am more than impressed…”

You keep looking at him as you slowly bring your face closer to his body, and then your first kiss is placed on the fabric covering his cock, just above the head; Zoro’s hips spasm, and he “Fuuuck…!” moans.

“You alright?”

“Yes… yes… more than alright… Do it again, please…”

You obey, and you spend the next three minutes kissing Zoro’s sword through his briefs, your pecks delicate and gentle but sufficient to make his legs buckle; he has placed a hand on your head, his calloused fingers running through your hair, while you run yours up and down his legs, feeling the taut muscles under his tan skin. 

“Feels so good…” he murmurs “Ah… yes, (name), don’t stop…”

You don’t, but then you do, and you hear him whine when you pull back; you share a new look, satisfied on your part and literally pleading on his, as Zoro licks his lips, torn between the desire filling his belly, not to mention another part of his anatomy, and whatever amount of self-respect he can scrape up at the moment.

“I thought you said…” 

“I am not leaving you like this, baby.” you reassure him with a smile. You are aroused, very much so, but there’ll be time to take care of your needs; now you’ll see after his, and make sure he never forgets this moment “But I was wondering if you’d like me to take this off you; it might feel better.”

Zoro hurries to take his briefs off, but you stop him, telling him to just relax, and let you take care of him; you take the hem between the tips of your fingers, and then, slowly, agonizingly slowly, you carefully take the briefs off him, letting them fall to the ground.

Zoro’s naked cock is now in front of you in all its glory, large and heavy, soft green hair surrounding the base, its thickness enough to dry your mouth. You swallow, and “Wow…” you murmur, sincerely impressed.

“Is it… good?”

“Are you kidding? Zoro, it’s perfect! It’s really beautiful, just like you are.” you assure him “I’m going to make you feel good, alright? Just tell me if I make you uncomfortable.”

“I will. Just…”

“Yes?”

Zoro bites his lip; he looks uncertain all of a sudden, but something in your smile, and your eyes, must reassure him, because he confesses: “Can… can you take your shirt off before you do it?”

“Of course.”

You remove your top, while Zoro does the same with his own shirt without having to be asked, and his gaze immediately falls on your chest; you smile as you cup your breasts in your hands, squeezing and making them bounce slightly. “Do you like them?”

“Fuck…”

“That is not an answer, Zoro. Do you like my tits?”

“Yes.” he moans; he licks his lips, eyes burning with desire “They look so soft… so pretty…”

“Glad you approve; I can let you suck on them one day if you want.”

“Fuck, (name)...!”

You smile, and a moment later you are holding Zoro’s cock in your hand; you move it up and down the thick column, a drop of pre-cum already falling from the tip lubricating it, and no matter how much you tell yourself to slow down, because hurrying will ruin both your and Zoro’s pleasure, the mere prospect of having it inside your mouth -not to mention somewhere else, one day- is enough to make you salivate. 

Your first kiss touches the tip, while you’re still pumping it, and Zoro jumps. “You were right; it’s way too big to be a dagger.” you murmur “It’s a… what is the largest type of sword?”

“The…” Zoro struggles to speak, and to breathe, as he observes you, eyes wide open, as if he had wandered for a week in the desert and you were a spring of cool, pure water “The… the broadsword, I think… and there are some naginata that are ten feet long…”

“Impressive. But your sword, Zoro, yours is the prettiest of them all… so perfect and strong and long… so beautiful I could kiss it. May I?”

“... yes…”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” Zoro cries out, loud enough to be heard outside the cabin; he bites his lip, but he’s still smiling “Yes, of course, you can kiss it as much as you want. It’s yours, after all.”

“Good to know.”

You take your time, savouring the sensation of your lips running up and down the thick column of Zoro’s manhood, each of your delicate pecks tearing a moan out of his lips, but it’s only when he feels the silky touch of your tongue on a deliciously large vein that his hips - no, his whole body spasms, a powerful shiver of pleasure running through his flesh. “God…” “Yes, but you can call me (name)...”

Poor Zoro is almost too breathless to laugh, but he does, avidly staring as you keep kissing his cock with abandon, and something akin to pride shines through his gaze. “You like it?”

“Of course I like it. You have…”

You have the best cock I’ve ever seen, this is what you meant to say, before deciding you better not; the young man in front of you was already embarrassed at this being his first time, the last thing you want is for him to have to wonder how many people you’ve already made this very experience with. 

They don’t matter; he does. He really does, and you want to give him pleasure, enough that he’ll never forget this, enough he’ll think he could die for it. 

“... you have a very beautiful cock; I’m very glad I get to taste it.” you finish, and Zoro smiles, before taking your head in his hands, gently caressing your hair, and you smile back at him before you begin licking the head, gently and inexorably titillating it until he’s whining above you, his grip on your head tensing, even though not to the point of hurting you, as if he were mustering all his self-control to remain still, rather than sticking his cock in your mouth.

“Please…”

“Please what, baby?” you ask sweetly as you take advantage of your latest kiss to gently suck 

“FUCK!”

“Keep your voice down, Zoro…”

the head; he moans, the gaze of his single eye expressing both arousal and frustration. 

“Do it, please. Please, I… I can’t take it anymore…”

“Do what?”

“Damn, woman… you know it!”

“I…” kiss “... really…” suck “... don’t.” you reply, and then you add your tongue once more, and Zoro is forced to steady himself with his hand on your shoulder, because his legs are about to give way “Why don’t you tell me exactly what you want?”

He glares, frustrated and as menacing as a man in his position can be, but a moment later his proverbial strength of character wanes, and his voice is pleading, almost begging, as he says: “Take it in your mouth, (name); take… take me in your mouth. Please, I’ll do everything you want, I swear, just… I need to feel you…”

You smile. “Then you will.” you reassure him “I promise” and then, finally, slowly, part your lips to take him in. It’s a sweet, delicious torture, Zoro’s sword entering your mouth inch by inch, and you’re able to swallow most, but not all, of it, and while right now talking is out of the question you’re able to make him understand you have reached your limit with gestures, and Zoro smiles, openly flattered. 

“God, you’re so w-aah, shit…!”

You’ve gotten to work, using your mouth, your tongue and even -very carefully- your teeth to worship Zoro, and his beautiful sword, like he deserves; he tastes good, unexpectedly sweet yet a little pungent, and you happily suck and lick him as the symphony of Zoro’s pleasure -groans, whines, murmurs of your name and pleas of don’t stop, baby, God you feel so good, so warm, I… oh, fuck, just like that…!- fills the air around you. You feel his fingers running through your hair, their touch gentle despite the tension enveloping his body, while your hands move from his hips, which you had placed them on to stabilise yourself, to his buttocks, avidly grabbing the taut mounds of flesh, and Zoro mewls - a sound you had never heard coming from the throat of a grown man, and that makes liquid fire pool in your belly. You will have to quickly retreat to the girls’ cabin soon, making sure Nami and Robin are otherwise occupied, to take care of yourself and imagine how it would feel to have your positions reversed, but now you need to focus on Zoro, and given the way he’s responding to your ministrations, you are confident you are doing an excellent job.

It is almost exhilarating. A powerful pirate, a fearless combatant who has never backed down from a fight and has risked his life more times than he can count, completely in your power, laid bare both literally and spiritually, made a slave of needs and impulses that, you have come to suspect, he had barely paid any attention to before the two of you started fooling around. You are not even really having sex, and most young men his age have experienced much more than just this, but it doesn’t matter; Zoro is literally beside himself, completely at the mercy of you, of your mouth, and of the arousal you have awoken inside him.

It’s scary, almost humbling, that a person can have so deep and overwhelming an effect on another, potentially without being affected themselves; it feels unfair, somehow, even though the last thing you want is to take advantage of Zoro, let alone to hurt him. In that case, you promise yourself, you’ll do your best to make him happy, and make sure he remembers this moment for the rest of his life, even when, if, you won’t be by his side anymore, and why, you suddenly worry, your gentle but relentless pace faltering for a moment, does that thought -the prospect of you and Zoro no longer being together, of him being touched by another woman- hurt so much…?

Zoro notices something is wrong almost immediately. “You alright?” he murmurs, looking down at you; he’s clearly making a superhuman effort to speak intelligibly, but there is sincere worry in his gaze, worry and tenderness, and you’re not entirely sure of how that makes you feel “If you -hnnn- if you want to stop, it’s fine…”

You shake your head -slightly- as you keep licking his cock as if this were the last day of your life. You give a particularly merciless suction that makes Zoro press a hand to his mouth to stifle a scream, and then pull back, freeing his sword from your sheath.

“What…! No, fuck…”

You start pumping him lightly, just to keep him on his toes. “It’s fine; I’m not done with you yet.” you assure him, and you really aren’t; you’ve never been a fan of oral sex in particular, at least when you are not on the receiving end, but what started as a little distraction to please Zoro has quickly become something more, and you’re enjoying it as much as you would if he were the one kneeling at your feet, and this is a thought you’ll have to reflect more attentively later, when you’ll have locked the door of the girls’ cabin behind you “I just wanted to ask where you want to come.”

“... where?”

“Yes. In my mouth or… somewhere else. You know, on my face, or on my tits. I don’t mind either way, the choice is yours.”

Zoro is painting like at the end of a long run; he struggles to swallow, as if deeply torn among the various options. “You… you really wouldn’t mind… swallowing?”

You start pumping him harder. “Not at all, I like it.”

“Then… in your m-mouth. Please…”

A smile blossoms on your lips. Despite his undeniable goodness and generous spirit, sweet is not a word you would normally associate with Zoro, but the last month has led you to reconsider; this is probably a side of him he has never expressed with anyone else, a side maybe even he wasn’t aware of, and you feel blessed, even honoured, that he decided to share it with you. “Of course. Now, I want you to resist as long as you can; you’re so strong, Zoro, so resilient, I know you can do it. Hold it in until you really can’t do it anymore, you’ll see how good it’s going to feel when you finally come.” 

“Do I… tell you when…?”

“If you want. Now, are you ready for me, baby?”

He nods, and sighs when you have taken him in your mouth once again. You suck him hard, hard enough your jaw muscles have started to hurt, your hands moving up and down from his hips to his ass to his thighs, and Zoro seems to have forgotten you are on a ship full of people who could, and shouldn’t, hear him, or maybe he has lost the ability to care.

“You feel so good.” he moans “So warm, I… oh, shit, (name), don’t stop, please, baby, use… use your tongue… yes, like that, fuck…!”

It takes him several minutes to reach the brink, when desperation mixed with the pleasure in his voice makes it clear Zoro’s self-control is at its limit; once again you meet his gaze, and you see doubt, even shyness in his. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna… baby, please, I can’t…”

You nod once, Zoro’s hips, his whole body really, have a new, violent spasm, and then

“(naaaa-meeeee)...!!”

he’s coming in your mouth, a long sigh of relief filling the air as you, still clinging to his body as if fearing he could slip away, drink him avidly, filling your senses with the acrid but sweet taste of his semen. 

*

“Are you alright?”

You’re sitting on the bed, your backs pressed against the wall, as you both catch your breath; the hand towel you have retrieved from Zoro’s side of the closet -he couldn’t move, his legs wouldn’t let him- and that he used to clean himself before pulling his trousers up is abandoned on the floor. You’re still aroused, almost painfully so, and you could easily slip a hand under your skirt to rub yourself to relief -Zoro would surely appreciate the show- but that would mean breaking the quiet, intimate peace surrounding you, and you wouldn’t do that for the world. 

The bright mid-morning light bathes the cabin, the gentle rocking of the ship lulling you; you’ve been awake for maybe four hours, but the peace and contentment you feel are so intense you could easily fall asleep like this, your cheek resting on the shoulder of the young man next to you, who without even realising is now holding your hand, for the first time. 

“Of course I am.” you murmur, lifting your head to meet his gaze “Never been better, actually; but I should be the one asking. Was it… like you imagined it? As good as you hoped?”

Zoro rubs the back of his head, still a bit embarrassed. “To be honest… I had no idea what this could feel like; but it was… God, (name), it was amazing. I think I died for a moment and you brought me back to life.”

“I gave you mouth-to-cock resuscitation.”

“Oh my God…!”

You laugh together, and then a strong, tan arm slips around your shoulders; you happily snuggle against his side, trying your best not to dwell on the fact that this precious moment has ended, and now you both have to go back to whatever life awaits you out of the door. You and Zoro have been fooling around with each other for a month and nothing says you can’t go on like that for many more -... right? He can’t have gotten bored of you already, after this?- but part of you wishes you could remain like this, just holding each other, for the rest of the day…

“It was good, wasn’t it?”

“Zoro, we already spoke of this, it was not a test, you didn’t have anything to…”

“No, I mean…” he starts and then he bites his lips, as if unsure of how to express what he feels… or afraid of your answer “Was it good for you? I mean, I know this sort of thing is mainly one person doing all the work and the other just enjoying it, but I was wondering if… if it felt nice…”

“Oh, Zoro…” 

You cup his face in your hands, tenderness filling your heart. Damn, how could you be so lucky? “It was more than good; it was amazing, because it was you and me, and you took care of me just like I did you.” you murmur softly “Believe me, I am… more than satisfied, and it felt amazing. How could it not, when I’m with you?”

You smile. “And in any case, you promised you would return the courtesy soon, didn’t you?”

“You’ll have to teach me what to do, but I promise I’ll do my best.”

He kisses you soundly; he can taste himself on your lips, and it doesn’t seem to bother him. 

You remain together for a while more, until you need to leave to attend to your duties on the ship; you kiss Zoro one last time before standing to retrieve your shirt from the floor.

“You were right.” you comment once you have reached the door, turning to smile at him. “It was a sword, not a dagger; and as formidable and of excellent quality as the other three.” 

Zoro grins, openly flattered; a moment later you have turned again, and opened the door, and “We’re reaching a new island tomorrow.” he mentions just as you’re about to step out.

“Yeah, I heard.”

“Do you want to… I mean…”

You’re looking at him again. “Yes?”

Zoro, now sitting on the edge of the bed, looks away, but not quickly enough to prevent you from seeing he has blushed. “We could go somewhere; just the two of us. Have a drink, or… there’s an amusement park, it could be fun…”

A moment of -stunned- silence follows. Then, slowly:

“Zoro… are you asking me on a date?”

“You don’t have to say yes; we can simply go on like we’ve done until now…”

“I’d like that. To go out with you, I mean. I would love to.”

“... really?”

“Of course.” you assure him; happiness has filled your heart, the smile so large on your mouth it hurts “I can’t wait.”

“Alright then...”

Zoro grins; he’s even happier than he was ten minutes ago, and doesn’t even try hiding it. “I’ll see you later then.”

“You bet you will.” you answer, and smile before letting the door close behind you. 

[ten-ninokuruwa]

KRIS KNIGHT: A Casual Player's Experience

This is an expansion upon Part 5 of my previous Kris Knight theory. For all the uninitiated, I seriously recommend reading it! I put a lot of time into that... My wonderful little baby...

I wanted to expand on that section specifically because I think it's honestly a really important thing that most people aren't considering. That being: How would Kris Knight being deconfirmed impact a casual audience?

To help answer this question, I skimmed through many Deltarune Chapter 2 playthroughs and looked for 3 notable moments: Queen's explanation of the Dark Fountain's creation, the closet dialogue, and the ending of the chapter. I’ll go through the data I’ve observed from 45 playthroughs (I wanted to get to 50 but I got too exhausted) and write my own conclusions about what this means for Kris Knight’s validity at the end.

Let’s start with the closet dialogue. Out of 45 playthroughs, 7 were weirded out by the closet dialogue. However, nobody in all the playthroughs I’ve watched started specifically speculating about it being where the Knight was hiding, and basically just comment about it being “weird” or “ominous” offhandedly and then forget about it the moment they leave. Mairusu and Quasimofo in particular both conclude that the closet was likely related to Queen in some way.

Now, let’s go into Queen’s explanation of the Dark Fountain’s creation. My personal favorite example is Phisnom, because his reactions to the ending are extremely satisfying. He made the connection early when Queen gives her explanation and is particularly hyped to see his suspicions confirmed by the end of the chapter. Lets players such as Mairusu (again), Sakaki619, and Griffle Biff, among others, also make the connection literally instantly upon seeing the hand and blade.

Out of 45 lets players I’ve watched, 11 guessed the twist around the time of Queen’s explanation/before the true reveal.

When it comes to the ending, out of all the playthroughs I’ve watched, 30/45 players had a visible reaction of “Kris is the Knight??” Sometimes it’s immediate, sometimes it takes until the credits for it to sink in. This doesn’t count people who guessed the twist earlier and then just stayed perfectly silent like a stoic during the ending.

Actually, a good amount of people are just completely silent or just immediately move on and start yapping about something completely unrelated to Deltarune to conclude their stream or lets play or whatever and I have literally no idea what they’re thinking. I didn’t exclude them because I couldn’t really tell their thoughts one way or the other. Maybe I could’ve counted them and made it its own section, but I’m already 20 lets plays in by the time of writing this sentence and I don’t want to go back and comb through all of the previous ones to check…

When Kris is revealed as the Knight at the ending, Players such as BornLosersGaming and So Whack! immediately connect this to Chapter 1’s ending and realize it wasn’t a red herring in the first place, while several other players such as LaurentheFlute talk it through in their afterthoughts or during the credits.

So, out of 45 lets players I’ve observed, 12 of them directly connect Kris’s actions at the end of Chapter 1 to their newly revealed role as the Knight.

This doesn’t include people who already guessed Kris was the Knight from Queen’s explanation unless they specifically say “yeah, that’s probably what Kris was doing last night instead of eating the pie” at some point. Maybe people made the connection internally, but I can’t read minds through the screen. I’m being very literal about this stuff for no reason.

As for the skeptics, ShortOneGaming and k0na_ seem skeptical because “it’s too obvious”, but they do also connect it to the ending of the first chapter. ShortOneGaming seem to be operating off of the assumption that the Knight and the mysterious benefactor are the same individual, though? Which they’re not, because the mysterious benefactor is clearly Gaster. Jacksepticeye also seems skeptical in general. Doig & Swift Play seem skeptical at first, but they also do connect Kris’s actions at the end of Chapter 1 to the end of Chapter 2, so it looks like they feel it can go either way.

So far, I’ve seen 4 out of 45 lets players seem actively skeptical, though they do still seem to leave Kris being the Knight as a possibility.

(On a sidenote, I think it’s really funny just how many people are caught off guard by the Don’t Forget remix and think the game is lagging. That’s irrelevant to anything I’m talking about here, but it is funny.)

So, what does this mean for casual players?

While this is data from lets players and can’t technically speak for like every person who has played Deltarune ever, I feel like I’ve gotten a good sense of direction for how people feel about this twist. There’s a lot of neutral people who are just like “oh, that happened, cool”, 4 active skeptics and approximately 30 believers. 11 people guessed the twist ahead of time, and 7 people had a reaction to the closet dialogue that wasn’t just reading off the text and walking away.

From this, we can get a general gist of how people who go through the game on their blind, first time playthrough would react. Most people will probably not notice the closet, or take note of Queen’s dialogue, but they will typically reach the ending and come to the conclusion of “Kris is the Knight?” in some form. Then if they’re the skeptical type they might think, “no, wait, it’s too obvious, that can’t be it, this is too easy”, but can’t fully rule it out.

If you’re paying extra attention, you have the full information you need to come to the conclusion that Kris is the Knight on your own before you even reach that ending. The Knight is a Lightner who made a Dark Fountain using a knife → Kris is a Lightner who uses a knife → Kris was out of our sight overnight and had a knife at the time → Kris made the Cyber World fountain and is the Knight. There’s even more evidence to support this (TV being plugged in, Kris’s unusual exhaustion at the start of the chapter) but for most casuals, this is all they need to come to the conclusion on their own - all the other evidence like the TV flavor text is supplementary. It also makes for an extremely satisfying “Ha! I called it!” moment at the ending.

Compare this to how people treat the closet. Sometimes there’s an offhand “huh, that’s weird,” but nobody really thinks twice afterwards - especially when they get to the ending and see Kris make a dark fountain, and suddenly that closet has literally zero relevance. The game is guiding you in a certain direction - it gives you direct, unskippable evidence that supports the idea that Kris could be the Knight in either route, but doesn’t draw much attention to things like the closet or the books.

When casuals walk into the fandom and go “hey, what’s with all these Knight theories? I thought Kris was the Knight?” and get ridiculed for it, it’s honestly absurd to me, since that question is because it is quite literally the conclusion that the game is actively guiding them towards. Of course they’re confused when they step into the theorybrained side of the fandom and see Kris Knight being treated as literally impossible! They’re a casual player, why would they need to think about a closet they might not have even checked? I saw multiple lets players simply walk out of the library without interacting with anything, how are they going to get their evidence? How are they meant to “call it”? Out of 45 people, including people who are genuinely extremely invested in the game, nobody notices the books on the desk or treats the closet as something important to chew on.

Let’s think then, for a moment, about what the experience of a casual player in a few years playing Deltarune for the first time will be like if Kris is not the Knight.

Imagine you are the average joe booting up Deltarune in 2047 and playing the full game in its entirety, no waiting for any new chapters. You get through Chapter 1, reach the ending, and you’re definitely curious about what malicious things Kris is going to do next with their evil knife…!!

Then, you start Chapter 2. Oh, just a silly prank then? Well, it’s just the first chapter ending, of course Kris wasn’t going on a massacre - how silly! You then play through the chapter as usual. When it comes to Queen’s explanation of the Dark Fountains being made, you may or may not have your suspicions - perhaps you just pass over it without paying it too much mind in regards to the Knight’s identity, or the visual of the human hand with the knife reminds you of that cliffhanger, somewhere in the back of your mind. Doesn’t Kris use a knife? Hmm, how very interesting…

Putting that thought to the side for the now, you decide to focus on beating Giga Queen and sealing the Dark Fountain. Once you’re out, you decide to leave the library straight away - you’re not the type to interact with every little nook and cranny of the games you play, so you don’t mind missing some flavor text for some objects. It couldn’t be that important, right?

Then, once you get to the end of the chapter, you’re hit with a big plot twist! Kris made a Dark Fountain? Kris is the Knight?! Either you’re shocked by the revelation, or you’re excited at the fact that you actually managed to guess it! See, it lined up, didn’t it? When you really think about it, was Kris really just eating a pie last night? What a great twist!

And then you go straight into Chapter 3. And then suddenly, the twist is untwisted. Kris wasn’t the Knight. The whole thing with the knife? Yeah, that was a red herring. What was Kris doing that night? No, yeah, they were really just eating a pie for laughs. Sorry, I guess? 

At this point, you’re not primed to take any endings seriously. Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 were both red herrings, so what’s stopping Chapter 3’s ending from being a red herring too? What about Chapter 4? Chapter 5? You can’t take any reveal seriously now - the game gave you all the evidence necessary laid out in such a way that would perfectly lead you to believe that Kris created the Cyber World Fountain, and then it pulled the rug out from under you just for the sake of a plot twist. Was it your fault for being late to the party and just believing the game when it essentially just straight up told you “Yeah, Kris is the Knight” instead of combing through the game multiple times for years to notice the tiny little throwaway details that might point to a separate conclusion?

How are you even supposed to figure out that the Knight was hiding in the closet, anyway? You never interacted with it! Does the Knight have to tell you themself, or is it something you just have to infer from knowledge that you may not even have or just straight up forgot? You’re confused. If you’re not explicitly told, you’ll probably just assume that the Knight made the Dark Fountain at night - but if that’s the case, why not just make Kris the Knight in the first place…?

Do you see how this storytelling can get really messy this way? Think to all the above people I’ve talked about. Think about how they treated the conclusion that Kris is the Knight. To the fandom, Kris being the Knight is seen as something impossible, but even the skeptics above seem to think the reason it’s odd is because it’s too obvious - that isn’t instantly condemning the idea, yet people act like it’s already been ruled out entirely for years.

If anyone other than Kris is the Knight, it’s going to be such a clunky reveal for casuals. Again, how is the game supposed to explain the evidence to you? When you assume Kris is the Knight, the storytelling is extremely clean - it sets up unskippable breadcrumbs along the way, and when the ending hits, it makes sense! The trail had been there the whole time, right in front of your very eyes. If you assume that Kris isn’t the Knight, then you actively have to go out of your way to find the miniscule amounts of evidence left in Chapter 2 to support the idea that the Knight made it during the day, because the evidence people usually cite is a closet that you might’ve skipped over or books on a table you hadn’t even noticed. Wouldn’t it feel like such an asspull?

In conclusion, I think we should really just think about how the wider fanbase who isn’t as invested in Deltarune lore would experience this game. There’s going to be a lot of casuals in this fanbase, a lot of lets players who might even be playing it for the first time, lots of people who just won’t have the time to comb through this game for all the little details. It’s a Switch 2 launch title that had a spot in the Switch 2 Direct, Toby is actively advertising to a much wider audience than the fandom itself!!

There’s a whole world outside of us certified Deltaheads who are obsessed with the game. Think about how they perceive the story, and think about how a story meant to appeal to both hardcore fans and casuals alike would be written.

also kris being the knight would be like sick as hell dude like damn that would be a BANGER story Free yourselves from the shackles of fnaf lore storytelling

[danisdistant]

sunday - your past sins are meaningless now - prologue

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sunday x stellaronhunter!reader

firefly’s part of the script has finally concluded. after an unexpected final death, she has returned back to safety alongside silver wolf.

“i brought some gifts!” she exclaimed, holding out bags as kafka smiled. “oh? is it another jacket?” she said, looking into her bag as firefly handed it to her.

“well, it was something that was on your list…” firefly nervously said before turning to blade. “here! i also got you something.”

blade pulled out a recipe booklet for various drinks from penacony. “thanks.” he only nodded as a response. firefly moved on and gave you a bag.

“pfft, you didn’t have to get me anything, firefly.” you chuckled, causing her to tilt her head in response. “you don’t know? i’m next in the script.”

“wait.. you’re going to penacony??”

you explained that kafka had received a new message from elio. it heavily hinted that there would be a new member to the group, and the new member would be put on trial soon. you were specifically tasked on breaking the bird out of the cage it putted itself into, although you weren’t exactly sure on who this bird was.

“and according to elio, it’ll be me busting him out.” you explained. “although, i’m not exactly sure who this person is. i haven’t been caught up to date on exactly what’s happening in penacony.”

“that’s because you keep stealing my console to play gacha games all the time.” wolfie glared at you as you nervously chuckled.

“a person on trial…?” firefly placed her hand on her chin to think. “hold on, is it talking about sunday..?”

“the head of the oak family on penacony?!” you stared at her wide-eyed. “he’s on trial?! wait- he’s going to join us??”

“ugh- i should be saying that question.” firefly shook her head. “so, when are you heading to penacony?”

“sometime tomorrow, before the trial starts.” you peaked into the bag that firefly had given you. “by the way, what did you get me?”

you pulled a small keychain that resembled some sort of building in the dreamscape. it looked massive, though you’d have to see it for yourself if you wanted to compare the accuracy.

“awww…! thanks mothie!” you said, smiling as her brows quickly furrowed. “hey! i thought we agreed not to call me a moth!!”

“but- i’m glad you guys enjoyed the gifts.” she sighed, smiling as kafka chuckled. “of course. now that [name] is going to penacony as well, surely we can expect some more goodies.. right?~”

something told you within kafka’s tone that she was serious. you probably should make some time to get at least her some sort of coat.

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“…i refuse your offer.” his voice was slightly course but still as sharp as usual. still refusing to make eye contact, sunday would tell that jade was surprised by his answer by her change in tone.

“so… do you wish to die?” she was both amused and disappointed by his answer. she would by lying if she said that she wasn’t looking forward to tearing his wings off herself. “you know that the other family heads won’t spare you if you’re put to trial.”

“i’ve already failed. i’ve sinned.” sunday murmured. “there’s no reason for me to continue on, unless it’s paying for my sins.”

jade sighed. even now, he still sees himself as the only person who can bear the weight of everyone’s sins. if she can’t convince him…

“…you have three days, sunday.” she sighed, turning around as she placed her hand on the door. “my offer still stands until the trial. don’t forget, robin is still looking for you.”

as she closed the door behind her, the only visible light was the dim glow emitting from the chains. they were uncomfortable, and constantly pricked sunday’s skin over and over again.

a part of him wants to fight back, to break free from the chains and cage. but, another part tells him to give up. sunday failed his purpose in life he promised his father he would succeed.

although he is doubtfull, he still hopes that faith somehow will free him from the cage.

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Sentences For WIPs Game

I was tagged by @ulchabhangorm (thanks lovely! 🩷) to participate in this little game where the idea is to make a 24-hour poll including every WIP you want to work on, and have people vote for one of those WIPs. Then once voting has concluded, you write one sentence for every vote of the WIP that received the most votes.

Thing is: I have so many WIPs that I hope to write within the year (if I can!!) that I'm going to offer as many as the poll will allow, AND, I'll "cheat" a tiny bit and write a sentence for ALL of the WIPs that get a vote. ;)

No Pressure Tags: @eclec-tech @dystopicjumpsuit @clonethirstingisreal @returnofthepineapple @dragonrider9905 + @lonewolflupe @the-bad-batch-baroness @523rdrebel @wings-and-beskar @eternal-transcience

I'll put what's cooking under the cut so anyone who's interested can get a taste of what's to come, only if you're so inclined~ Those marked as request fics will have the details purposely sparse or vague to keep a bit of the surprise alive.

Lost on Life Day: *Request fic. Combination of bad weather and a "small" natural disaster leads to a bit of Huddling Together For Survival between a certain cobalt blue captain and the trusted friend he's harboring feelings for. Because he's put her in danger, Rex thinks it might be best to let a certain loth-cat out of the bag... (Oh, and he should probably mention that it happens to be Life Day, too.)

Cyber Crush: *Request fic. While doing a bit of the ol' “slightly questionable research”, Wrecker and the reader “meet” each other over the galaxy-wide-web, where Wrecker answers a few… concerning questions. Worried he’s accidentally helped a Seppie, he asks Tech to run a thorough background check and finds out that the reader isn’t a Seppie at all. She’s just a writer!

Stuck in the Stacks: *Request fic. Modern AU, where the reader and Wolffe live in the same, small mountain town that is no stranger to the odd bout of bad weather. They've been passively flirting for so long, but never seem to make much progress... When a truly bad storm rolls in the first time Wolffe comes to pay her a visit at her job—hoping to check out a few books for a "little project" he's working on [C'mon, it's Carol's request fic, of course I'll give this reader a fitting job!]—it forces them to stay after-hours. Alone. ;)

No Foxes In This Hole: Longform story I started 10/10 of last year, series link here. Reader's new to Coruscant after seeking a big life change, and boy is she gonna find one. The crimson commander will too, for that matter!

Seaglass in the Surf: Hiding out on a remote, backwater planet, Din Djarin makes the acquaintance of a woman who frequently makes trips to the shoreline just to scour through the sand for something. He offers to help, thinking she's looking for something she lost. Turns out she's looking for things that others have lost, for a rather different reason than the one Din initially suspects.

Your Body Remembers: Experimental fic without a single line of dialogue where you as a local living in hardship on an Imperial-controlled planet find a little more than just hope in the man who, at first, will tell you nothing more than he's a Mandalorian is the only person who has answered your desperate plea for help.

Yellow Blankets, Yellow Blades: Reader makes their favorite Jedi fugitive something rather special to keep in the room he's always been offered whenever he needs a place to lay low from the Empire. While the item brings up many memories that are perhaps a little too bittersweet, Cal, who hasn't seen a lot of genuine kindness like yours since the start of the Purge, can't believe how lucky he is that you went through all that trouble, just for him.

Like Family: Star Wars AU. Feral asked you a very important question recently, and he's been riding on Cloud 9 ever since! Trouble is... he's having difficulties finding the right time to tell his brothers the happy news. The way you and him go about letting the loth-cat out of the bag together isn't exactly what you had planned, but hey; you're still warmly welcomed once they know you're officially going to be part of the family!

Hunting the Nexu: An absolute mess in the outline stages right now, HtN is a TBB AU that covers events from both season 2 and 3 between Crosshair and a mysterious hired gun that agreed to help his brothers and sister with rescuing him from Mount Tantiss and the Empire.

Glory In Gold: Hired to teach Cody Mando'a under false pretenses for an Imperial mission, it isn't long before it's revealed to you the real reason you're here once, sometimes twice a week, on the Empire's dime, is personal. But it's not long after that that the reason changes again. To something more... intimate.

Loving A Lazarus Species: You've been mourning Tech's death for close to a year. Maybe more. The denial that this death is real runs deep; chasing down the ghosts of ghosts when it comes to rumors your love still lives. Lucky for you, the brown-eyed, bespectacled man proves you have no need for the morally murky research you've turned to in your desperation: proving he's harder to kill than initially believed... [We're doing a Tech Lives AU!!]

Dressed to the Ninety-Nines: You and the bandana-wearing sergeant have to feign being on a date for a "special assignment". Hunter effectively proves that he sure cleans up well and behaves like a perfect gentleman, the whole nine. But is there really a "special assignment", or is this all part of some elaborate bet?

[littlerose2888]

So now that the game has been out for awhile I think it’s time we open up the age old mystery discussion about our friend Yelv.

I will put my thoughts under the cut in case anyone has not played all his affinity missions yet.

So we first meet our friend Yelv when he asks us to do a bunch of missions before he decides if he is willing to work with us. After we show our skills does he begin to open up with us. During the second mission he also starts to tell us about his friend that is missing. Now when I played this the first time ten years ago I was pretty confident that the reveal that the friend was dead all along was going to be the ending of the story. And as I began to find more ‘pieces’ of said friend it got stronger. But then something else began pinging in my ear. Or rather someone.

Enter Eleonora. Blades main console maintainer. I always found her a little sus. Especially when she always seemed to be one step ahead of everyone the whole game. I once joked with my husband that I would have loved a scene where she just loses it on someone. Just drops her professional coolness and rips into them. You can get the vibe with some of the missions that she probably has. There is a sort of fearful respect that everyone has. Moments with Murderess comes to mind.

And during our missions with Yelv she always knew what we were doing. Like I get that she is supposed to know a lot to keep all the rings with the BLADE straight. But she had an interesting fixation to always keep us in check. There are hundreds if not thousands of blades. Why so obsessed with us. And the fact that she already had the numbers crunched and knew exactly where to send us in the last mission. That’s a lot of time on a persons hands to help one blade.

Which brings us to the scene that we all remember. When we finish Yelv mission and confirm that yes his friend is in fact dead. A friend that we never got a name of mind you. We are given a creepy epilogue scene where we find out that Yelv is not all we thought he was. And that Eleonora and the government was a part of it. Which left us all going what the actual fuck did I just witness. And after ten years that moment still freaks me out. Like I randomly will think of that moment and ask soooo many questions.

My first main question. What is Yelv actually. The scene says he had artificial memories implanted in his brain. So is he a human with amnesia like our MC or is he something else completely. And they say he is the prototype of the experiment. So if others come out will they also look like Yelv or something else.

Like us? I always wondered about the whole amnesia thing with us. Like I get on a story and game level it gives the ability of the avatar to being a blank slate and allow the player to be a part of the game more. Blah blah blah. But like on a lore level what is the deal. Are we actually someone who is apart of this weird experiment as well and we are to just go out and do our own thing.

Eleonora comments that his personality was shaped in part to a third part. Aka us. But I always wondered if she always planned on us being his partner to begin with. Maybe his initial plan of testing other blades and accepting us when we came a long was a whole ploy to connect the MC with Yelv. As a sort of trigger to his person. I think every moment was orchestrated by her and nothing Yelv did was of free will. He just thinks he had free will.

Which also gives a whole new meaning to us being puppets. If we controlled our mims through the LifeHold Core. (And yes I know there is a lot more to THAT story that I am not going to unpack here) than how is he controlling his. Or is someone else doing it. And who.

It always bothers me that this was kinda a gotcha moment in the original game. And that it never was explained or expanded upon. And yes I know Yelv is technically a dlc character but still. There was sooo much more to impact with him than anyone else. I feel his story was not properly concluded. I would love one more affinity mission where he find out the truth and has an existential crisis that we help with. Missed opportunity.

Also one last thing. In the game only three people can use the Synchrony skill. Us, Yelv, and Alexa. Which makes me look at her in a whole new light.

So what does everyone else think. Are we onto something or is this just a old persons rambling. Please let me know.

[starlightwayfinder]

I decided to watch some old KH trailers in honor of the anniversary today, and I have to admit, I don’t think I ever rewatched this one after the release of Melody of Memory. When it was first revealed, we were under the assumption that the Master of Masters was the opponent Kairi was facing, but as we now know, it was actually Master Xehanort. While we were aware that the Master of Masters has more plans and tricks up his sleeve, to think of this line in the context of Xehanort is a little different. It brought to mind an old theory of mine, so I decided to go back to KH3, Re:Mind, KHDR, and MoM to compile as much evidence as possible for it.

(As a disclaimer, it slightly undermines the authenticity of his ‘conclusion’ in KH3, so if you’re a big fan of that scene, feel free to skip this one.)

This line in KH3 is a good place to start. From the get go, it was established that Xehanort planned for nearly every possible outcome of the Keyblade War. I also think it’s safe to say that every action he made was an intentional choice based on these plans. So the question is, what is the “final plan” referenced in Melody of Memory’s trailer? I think the game gave us the answer:

It may be easy to jump to the conclusion that this was just a plan for revenge, since Sora is the one who stopped Xehanort to begin with. However, I want to reaffirm that every action he takes is for a reason that serves his goals. It wasn’t just a plan to make Sora disappear, but likely to make him disappear to Quadratum specifically.

This was even foreshadowed in KH3’s Toy Box world. Young Xehanort sends Sora to the world of Verum Rex—though it’s probably closer to a “data” version in this instance:

YX in particular is very confident that Sora’s overuse of the Power of Waking will lead to his disappearance:

And MX has a similar line in Re:Mind:

Except this is where things get interesting. The Sora in Re:Mind is time-traveling from a point in time after he defeated Xehanort.

Xehanort must know this, because he sees the real Sora (from this point in time) about to begin the final battle in the distance. He then acknowledges that the Sora he’s speaking to is from the future. Unless he witnesses the present Sora time travel during their final confrontation, he can conclude that Sora survives their fight to time travel later on—meaning his plan doesn’t come to fruition. Sora unknowingly reveals his hand in Re:Mind this way, and opens the door for Xehanort to plan accordingly—which is kind of mind-breaking to think about…

It gets even better here, during Sora’s fight with Terra-Xehanort:

Sora brags that, like Xehanort, he can also time travel. To which Xehanort responds that Sora will then also need to make the “ultimate sacrifice”, or in other words, “pay the ultimate price”, as MX said. “Also”—as in, Xehanort has made this sacrifice as well by time traveling. As in, Xehanort will also disappear to Quadratum.

We have evidence to believe that as well. I also like the interpretation that he intentionally planned this to survive the world being purged, but that’s kind of a separate theory.

So to recap, Xehanort was probably aware that Sora would survive their final confrontation in order to time travel afterwards. He correctly predicts that the consequence for time traveling would be to disappear… specifically to Quadratum—something that Melody of Memory considers his “final plan”.

So… why? Why would he want Sora to also disappear to Quadratum? Trying to answer that question leads to the most controversial part of this theory:

It’s really nice to believe that Xehanort gave Sora the X-blade as an admission of his defeat, and I’m definitely not against that interpretation. But it is a little strange that before—and after—this scene, in Melody of Memory, he continues to act like making Sora disappear was his big plan. It doesn’t feel right, if he was supposed to be letting Sora “win” here.

I’ll be very curious to see if Xehanort has a role in Quadratum, and why exactly he “paved the way” for Sora to be there as well. Either way, I am holding out for a geniune change of heart from him, especially if what we saw in KH3 was more of a manipulation.

[random-vore-blog]

hello again,, I am absolutely pogging over Gyokko because HES A BIG FISHYYYY I LOEV HIMMMMM

So do you uh

Wanna write Abt him

Probably eating random humans and just. Keeping them alive in there for fun OR a friend he messes with and plays with a lot cause he's silly like that

Also a few sea creatures have multiple stomachs :D so that's really awesome

And here he is. The big giant hungry fishy

Look at that big boi. You can't resist fishy

(FR I LOVE THE LIL HYO SOUND HE MAKES ITS LIKE WHEN I RANDOMLY SAY THE WORD "MEOW" OR "FIVE HUNDRED CIGARETTES")

Sure! Sorry for the long wait! I was on writer's block!

Fishy antics

Although the forest was quiet, I knew better than to find it peaceful. I knew that it meant that something was on the prowl, hunting and waiting. It didn't help with the fact thag I felt like being watched.

The Swordsmith Village was supposed to be a secret, but with a demon roaming around and consuming innocent lives in the village, it felt like they were not so secret anymore. They were supposed to be sacret, hidden and never be known of by demons.

But that didn't happen.

Instead, demons somehow found the sanctuary of where the nichirin blades were crafted. And it was my mission, a dangerous mission I knew would either claim my life or I'd see another day.

I halted immediately, staring at the quiet village. It was quiet, way too quiet for my liking. I had never been here before, but I knew when something was amiss. This was one of those rare cases.

This place looked normal, if the silence wasn't the paid actor to give it an eerie vibe. This, I knew, set it apart from being normal. I took a step, and immediately approached one of the villagers as soon as I spotted one.

" Where's the demon?"

I whispered upon grabbing the villager by the shoulder.

" And are you alright?"

They could only nod, clearly shaken from the events that unfolded befpre their very eyes. I could not determine the emotion or expression they had, but I guessed it was on of fear. I couldn't blame them if I were to be in their shoes.

" Do you know where it went?"

" That way."

They shakily pointed in the direction of where they last saw the demon heading. I thanked them and approached the path, hand on the hilt of my nichirin blade.

I was ready to unsheath it if need be, not that I doubted my theory of the demon still present. I had concluded that it left. But it would not be possible if it was an upper rank.

Upper ranks tended to be tedious and extremely good at hiding their tracks. Not to mention make a slayer or Hashira doubt that they were gone when they were very much still present.

As I had slightly slipped in my own thoughts, I had failed to stay alert and also failed to notice the white tail of a creature I had never seen before. But I was quick to come back to reality when I heard something slither somewhere.

It didn't sound normal, nor did it make the familiar scales on beanches or ground. It sounded more... disgusting with the slight squelches that followed. Like a fish out of water.

" Show yourself, demon. Your movement gave you away."

I couldn't help but shiver at the disgusting sound of the movement of the demon. It disgusted me, and made my skin crawl with unease. The squelching was what made it worse.

" Your movement disgusts me too."

" Smart one. Very smart."

I twirled my body around, facing the demon. And it was far larger than I would've liked. Far larger than what I had imagined, to be honest.

The snake-like body looked like an eel without fins, and the upper body had a man's torso bit without the arms. The head had two mouths for eyes- the lips green in colour, where the mouth would be was an eye. Another eye was located on its forehead, and four purple bands decorated its scalp. As if they were hair. Next to its head were small arms that writhed.

I felt like throwing up.

But I held my ground, was prepared to attack and behead this- this monstrosity! But- in the blink of an eye- it was in front of my and had used its tail to slam into a tree. It hurt a lot.

" But very weak for a slayer. Hyo! I have fought slayers stronger than you! And they lasted longer!"

I felt sick. This bastard was the reason some low ranked slayers went missing, crunched their bones and ate them like they were nothing, that an innocent life that fought for the safety of others meant nothing and was anything but pathetic.

I glared, body sore from the impact, but I pressed on. If I exerted myself to the point of being on the brink of death fighting this bastard, I would be a happy human.

It kept boasting about itself, how its pottery had been crafted by its own disgusting hands. I preferred demons fighting and yelling in frustration than some demon bpasting about itself. And I regretted looking at the eyes.

' Upper rank Four.'

I cursed at myself under my breath, but moved, attempting to slash it from behind, but it had read my movements. I was instantly flung to the otherside of where I had crashed previously from my flight.

My mind raced, and I felt myself doubt my own capabilities, my strengths and even achievements. I was below the rank Hashira, and yet, I was being weak against an upper rank.

" Tch. You are anything but a craftsman. You are a disgusting creature that doesn't deserve to be on this planet."

I spoke each word with venom, letting my anger be evident to the demon. I was ready to die trying.

" You are vile and a monster."

It was pissed at my words, and honestly? I was proud to have angered a demon so easily. It was short-tempered, and immediately inched closer towards me, trapping me in its slippery and slimy coils.

" YOU BRAT! MY CRAFTSMANSHIP IS BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE'S!"

I just grinned, all while glaring.

" Doesn't seem like it to me."

I said smugly, too tired from the lack of oxygen reaching my brain from how tightly this demon had squeezed my poor ribcage. I saw darkness begin to eat its way in my vision.

A ringing had filled my ears, voice of the demon anything but muffled and worsened the ringing.

And then, I felt warmth. And wetness. I cringed, and began to move as I was pulled in further. I was disoriented, of course, and I knew that this kind of humid air was not normal. It was stale and smelt of... fish?

My nose wrinkled as I finally entered a more roomy area. The smell the only thing I could focus on in my new environment. And then, I realized what had happened.

" Bitch-"

I breathed out, glaring at the inky black walls. The slimy and, dare I say it, comfortable walls. I was trapped, inside the belly of the beast that I had fought. Well... more like I got knocked around twice and got slapped across the face with the lack of oxygen and then eaten.

" I hate this."

" Not my fault you were aggrivating me."

" Wanna play something?"

" What the f- are you serious?! Another one?!"

I stared at the slayer that had apparently been here in this space with me. They were insane if they thought that I would play a game inside the stomach of a demon.

" I mean-"

I was at a loss for words. This stupid fish and his fishy antics!

The End

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Her Secret Side

Summary: Icy is embarrassed to be in love with a nerd. Except Icy is also very much a nerd too so it's fine.

Why him?

Her heart—she apparently does have one—always makes the wrong choices.

On some level or another, it latches onto the wrong people. 

The people she would rather it not. 

Darkar, Valtor, Tritannus…they had all been strange choices in their own rights. She clearly has a preference, her own odd taste. An acquired one for certain. But at least those choices had made sense for her. 

But him?

Him?

She sits across from him, watching him tinker with her laptop. With a reassuring smile he promises that he will make it work again, no magic required. “In fact,” he informs her, “the best way to fix a broken laptop is to put magic aside and pick up traditional tools.” 

“Maybe that is the best way for someone who can locate the motherboard.” Icy folds her arms across her chest. 

“It’s actually pretty easy to find!” Timmy declares. “The good news is that we don’t need to. The laptop isn’t shutting down because of a motherboard malfunction. It’s overheating because the fans are broken; all we need to do is tighten a few screws and replace a few blades and the fan will be working again.”

She comes to conclude that she, in fact, has more in common with her laptop than with Timmy. But that doesn’t stop her frigid heart from seeking him out. Had she maybe dropped her laptop on purpose to create a believable reason for talking to the man? Sure. But her sisters will never pry that confession from her.

Not that it matters. Even though he and Tecna had gone their separate ways, it isn’t as though Timmy has any affection for witches. Especially one of the three that had made a point of calling him a dork and a dweeb. 

“I can show you how to do it.” Timmy offers. “So you can repair it yourself next time.”

“I’m not paying you for that.” 

Timmy shrugs. “I wasn’t going to ask you to. I just figured that you wouldn’t want to have to talk to a loser like me if you don’t have to.”

But she very much does want to and so she makes a point of forgetting everything that he has just told her so that she can approach him again to fix the fans. And then she swears that something else had broken when she dropped the laptop. He promises that it is functioning perfectly well. And so she deletes a few important files and pretends like she has no idea how to recover them. 

He probably thinks that she is an idiot. 

Better that than him realizing that she has affections for him. 

This time when she sets her laptop before him he sighs. “Alright, I think that I need to give you more in depth lessons.” He pushes his glasses, those stupid dorky glasses, up the bridge of his nose. “Free of charge, no worries.”

She nods. 

That will suffice. 

She can stop making up excuses to bring her laptop in and tell her sisters that she is learning how to fix it on her own so that she never has to talk to the dweeb again. Maybe if she spends enough time with him she can convince herself that he is cringe worthy enough to fall out of love with. It is a perfect plan that doesn’t work. 

A perfect plan that is perfect only in how flawlessly it has backfired. 

She finds that she quite enjoys working with the man. Enjoys listening to him explain how different hardwares and softwares work and tips to get them to last longer than they otherwise would have. “Although, I would recommend getting yourself a new laptop pronto. This one is built like a tank but you’ve dropped it like five times now. If I were you I would get the same model, it seems very durable.” 

He inspects the laptop and tells her the make and model as well as the exact coloration and the amount of space on the harddrive. She asks him if he can come with her to the store and help her pick out the best one. 

He has almost certainly put two and two together. 

He tells her that he knows that she is smarter than that.

He goes with her to the store anyhow.

He calls it a first date. 

She doesn’t dispute it. Denial will only make jesting and teasing worse. 

.oOo.

Icy knows that things are coming to an end when he declares, “I don’t want to be your secret anymore.” She supposes that it was always going to end this way. It really couldn’t end any other way. Either she chooses him or she chooses her reputation and the image that she has so carefully and painstakingly built up for herself. The cool and intimidating demeanor that she throws over most other aspects of her personality. 

She can’t let go of it. Not when the witches are eagerly waiting for a chance to pounce upon her and knock her off of her throne. She can name several witches who would love to pay her back for all of the pranks and insults she has thrown their way. 

And so she has to let him go. 

Has to pretend like she hadn’t spent months with the man taking computers apart and watching horror movies on them upon reassembly. 

She has to let him go. 

But he is the only one who has seen her wearing those glasses that she hates so much; they make her look ridiculous. 

And he is the only one with whom she feels comfortable having lengthy discussions about horror movies, the intricacies of true crime, her classwork, and various birds, crows especially.

He is the only one who seems invested in helping her work through each case, trying to dissect angles that detectives have missed and the theories that other enthusiasts have come up with.

He is the only person who won’t take jabs at her for genuinely enjoying classwork and for taking such pride in the high marks that she pretends have nothing to do with actually paying attention in class and getting invested in the material. 

He is the only person she thinks wouldn’t question why she has such a fascination with birds and why she knows all of their scientific names. 

He doesn’t think that it is dumb that she wants to collect horror movie posters and figurines. He buys them for her now and again. She never displays them. 

She has so many facts that she can prattle off about any one of the subjects that interest her and he is the only one who doesn’t cut her off or start to yawn halfway through her spiels. He like to go on rambles of his own and she has grown fond of letting him do so. 

“If you’re that embarrassed by me then why talk to me at all?”

“I’m not embarrassed by you…” She mumbles, folding her arms across her chest. 

Timmy furrows his brows. 

She hates that she can’t take what she dishes out. Resents that she will probably break if people start to treat her the way that she treats them. But more than anything, she dreads that Darcy and Stormy won’t want anything to do with her over this. Darcy is still mad about Riven. Riven who is also open and available now that Musa has,according to Timmy, declared that she has reached her limit with him.

“Yourself?” He guesses. “You’re embarrassed by yourself?”

“Timmy, if there was a second me in this room, I would probably kick my own ass.” Or at the very least she would relentlessly and ruthlessly bully herself. She supposes that she doesn’t need a second her to do that. She accomplishes it well enough on her own. 

“Why?” 

“Why!?” She frowns. “Well why wouldn’t I?” She gestures to her glasses. To the spread of true crime case notes on the floor. To her collection of DVD’s and posters. To the things that make her who she is. 

“You’re allowed to have interests, you know? And you don’t have to dull them down.”

Not when she is with him she doesn’t. But with every one else… “Yeah. I can have interests. Interests that aren’t nerdy.” 

“Horror movies aren’t nerdy. I thought that witches love horror movies.” Timmy points out.

“But birdwatching is an old lady hobby.” Icy grumbles. And with a shake of her head she adds, “and yeah, witches love horror movies but they don’t…”

“Cosplay.” He fills in.

She nods. 

“Who cares?” 

“Who cares?” Icy repeats. 

“Yeah. Who cares? Who cares what they think?”

She does.

Apparently.

“I’m pretty sure that you could just encase them all in ice or something. You probably don’t even have to do that—they’re scared of you, all you have to do is give them one of your ice cold glares and that’ll do the trick.” He tucks her bangs behind her ear, fixes her glasses onto her face, and kisses the tip of her nose. 

She doesn’t want to lose this. 

Doesn’t want to lose the one person who hasn’t had one bad thing to say of this side of her. 

But she doesn’t want anyone else to know about this side of her.

She also doesn’t want to lose her high ground.

“How about this?” Timmy offers. “Tell Darcy and Stormy at least and let me tell Sky and Tecna.”

“You still talk to Tecna?”

He laughs, “no need to get jealous…”

“I am not jealous!” 

She absolutely is the possessive type. 

“We’re still friends, Icy. She just…she decided that romance isn’t for her and that’s okay with me.” He pauses. “Nice try with changing the subject though. Can you at least tell Darcy and Stormy about me and let me tell a friend or two and then we can go from there?”

“I know what happens when one person knows a secret…”

“Tecna is great at keeping secrets and Sky pretended to be Brandon for months and we didn’t suspect a thing.”

Icy grumbles, “I wasn’t talking about your stupid friends, I was talking about mine.” 

Timmy sighs. “Witches.” 

“Fine.” She scowls. “I’ll tell them.” 

Timmy’s cheerful smile returns. He ruffles her hair. She hates that she has to pretend to hate that. “Great! Eventually we’ll get to a point where you feel comfortable enough to tell everybody else the truth.”

Icy sniffs. “Yeah right. Stormy is going to open her big mouth way before I get comfortable with anything.” 

He takes her into a hug. “You’ll live.” 

Clearly her sassy and sarcastic nature is rubbing off on him.

“You’ll live and you’ll realize that it’s perfectly okay to be a total dork.”

“I thought that you said…”

“I didn’t say anything about you not being a dork. You’re definitely one of the biggest nerds that I have had the pleasure of discussing the intricacies of comic book plotlines with. I said that I enjoyed that you’re a dork and think that you should embrace it.” 

She turns her head before he can see the flush creeping across her face. “Whatever. Let’s just start listening to the podcast before I get the both of us featured in one of them.” 

They turn the lights off and light the candles. It is her favorite ambiance for horror movies and true crime podcasts. He lets her stretch herself out upon the couch and lay herself across his lap. He likes to hold the hand that she typically rests beneath her sternum. 

She would very much miss this if she had to let go of it. 

And so she resigns herself to dealing with Darcy and Stormy’s cackles for at least a week.