#and i have to take another class with him cause i failed my only chance to pass it

[losticaruss]

one class should NOT be messing me up this bad

[vantetaes]

BOOK WORM 🫧🥂

BOOK WORM! ARMIN X BLACK FEM READER

SUMMARY!! yn helps her friend relieve some stress.

WARNINGS!! 18+!! mentions of oral (f receiving), alcohol consumption, pet names, honestly just smut

the door creeps open slowly, revealing a figure illuminated by a laptop screen and a faulty led lamp. the faint clicking from the keyboard and sound of papers ruffling were the only sound that filled the room.

you peer around, the cluttered desk told you everything you needed to know: scattered papers, a coffee cup that looked like it hadn’t moved in hours, and a faint shadow under his eyes that screamed exhaustion.

“armin. what the hell?” walking over to the boy, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. the bag you came in being placed on the only clear spot of the desk. he leans into your touch a little, enjoying the warmth you never failed to bring, but snapping out of it quickly, rearing back up to continue typing.

“finals are in two weeks and if i don’t get my scores perfect i’ll have to hear about it for ages with my lawyer brother, attorney sister, my supreme court justice father, and my doctor mother.” he never once stopped typing. bending down to your knees, he gives you a small glance before reaching for a stack of crumbled pages, shuffling the sheets in confusion.

“i know it’s arou- ah! okay good.” he picks up a half ripped sheet, copying down the data from the sheet onto his laptop. lips in a tight line, you stand back up, digging through the tan tote bag. a small case of flavored beer and a couple of shooters make their way onto the desk. he looks over at the spread, immediately shaking his head.

“hell no, yn! are you crazy? i have class in the morning.” you throw you hands up in defeat.

“can we make a deal ‘minnie?” he ignores you, still typing. fed up, you finally unzip your jacket, tossing it on the extra chair. throwing one of your legs around the boy, he rears his hands up , scared to touch you. you’re straddling him, pushing the blonde locks out of his face, tucking a few of the longer pieces behind his ear. his ice blue eyes stare up at you in confusion.

“what are you doing, yn?”

“drink one beer with me. not! while doing homework. just enjoy a full beer and maybe a shooter and i’ll leave you alone afterwards! swear.” holding your pinky out to the male, he bites the insides of his cheek, thinking really hard about your opposition.

“just one?” waving your pink acrylic back and forth between your bodies, he finally latches on with his.

-

PARTYNEXTDOOR plays in the background, filling the void of quiet. the entire six pack was now just one. the one you and armin were currently sharing. he takes a swig from it, grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger, he places the bottle to your lips. his blue eyes stare as you gulp down the last of the liquid catches you off guard, causing you to cough up a little, accidentally getting it on his white shirt.

“oh shit. im sorry.” you try to wipe it off with your sleeve. he just laughs, moving your arm a little.

“it’s okay. i’ll change.” he moves from his position on the bed, hand gripping the shirt from behind his head, pulling it over, stripping himself of the shirt. you couldn’t help but notice the way his back was sculpted.

since when does he work out? is that a tattoo?

“i didn’t know you had a tat, minnie.” slurring, he turns around to look at you sprawled out on his bed. your body waved hair sprawled out everywhere, sweater falling off your shoulders and shorts riding up your thighs.

he knows, you’re only his friend and he had no chance with you. hell, your ex is onyankopon. what could armin give up that he wasn’t? but shit, the way he thinks about you. the way his eyes can’t help but to feast on your appearance when you’re near him. he wanted to ruin you. to cherish you. to make you his.

“yeah it was an old friends idea. he passed not too long ago. still miss the kid.” he just hangs his head before going back to look for another shirt.

“come here.” you say assertively. armin turns around, the front looking just as good as his back.

he drunkenly waddles back to the bed, climbing back into his original spot. your finger traces over the abstract tattoo, inspecting it closely.

it was a sigilism tattoo that started below his ribs and extended up his left pec, to his bicep.

your other hand rested on his abdomen, laying up against the man.

“how long did it take?” you quiz.

“it was honestly two full sessions since im a pussy. so about five hours a session.” he laughs, face turning a little red.

“i think it’s so cool.” you say still studying the ink. look over at the man you see his eyes directly on you, then a quick glance down at your lips.

“i think you’re cool.” you say, feeling his body inch closer, gradually changing your position. his hands wrap around your waist, slowly shifting him under you. eyes never breaking contact.

“i think you’re-“ he leans down, eye to eye with you. his lips plant down firmly on yours. moving in sync, you could feel him relax into it, tongue occasionally swiping across your bottom lip. you’d never been this close to him. he smelled like coconut and dior cologne, hair dangling above your face.

“what about onyankopon?” pulling away from the heated kiss, he asks, worry filling his eyes.

“mm- what about him?”

“right. if you want me to stop, let me know pleas-“ throwing your arms around his neck, you pull him back down. his lips were so soft. his breath tasted like fresh peppermint, completely baffling you since you both just drank alcohol. he was intoxicating.

moving your lips in unison, there’s no rush, no urgency—just the gradual deepening of the kiss. the way his lips part slightly against yours, inviting more. his fingers slide gently along your jaw, tilting your face toward his, eager.

he forces himself to break away, whining at the loss. his lips move to your neck, hands wondering every inch of your body, trying to stimulate you every way he can. sucking and leaving marks all over your collarbone, he finds himself helping you remove your sweater. revealing a pink lace bralette.

“fuck, everything about you is so beautiful.” you whine, tugging at his sweatpants knot.

“well get there princess, lust let me make you feel good please. it’s the only thing i’ve wanted to do. let me eat you.” you could damn near see the fire that burned behind his eyes. his large hands slip under your bra, gently massaging them, using his index and thumb to roll your nipples in between. a gasp escapes your lips.

“armin- fuck.” he gets impatient, lifting your bra up to your chest, mouth immediately attaching to the swollen bud. your mouth forms a small ‘o’ shape, gripping at the man’s golden locs.

he leaves them both a few kisses before peppering your stomach with a few kisses.

staring down at the man, you see him kissing at the inside of your thighs, humming after every kiss. he finally gets impatient, gripping the shorts by the waistband, yanking them off your body. you giggle, being tugged a little.

wasting no time, he pins your legs back to the bed and starts eating you like he’s starving. his tongue dragging back and forth over your clit, saliva and spit mixing to create a glisten on the man’s face. his lips attach to your swollen clit, sucking soft while he reaches up to play with your matching swollen nipples, sliding his hands all over your exposed body.

“oh armin please!” you could feel him getting hungrier by the minute, his grip on your legs getting tighter as he rubs his tongue up and down your pussy. he stuffed two long thick fingers into your cunt scissoring them, ultimately touching your g-spot. you tried moving, your body tingling, but armin was so drunk from you, he couldn’t tell. his finger hooked into you, slowly stroking the spot, his tongue still abusing your nub. you were seeing stars at this point.

“fuck- minnie im gonna cum!” without fail, you released all over the man’s hand, fluid shooting out of your throbbing cunt, all over his face.

but he didn’t stop. his tongue continued its dance around on you.

“fuck me, i can’t take anymore, please armin.”

without saying anything, he pulls you closer by the waist. coming out of his sweatpants, his hand pumps a few times while he reaches in his side desk to grab a condom.

you also never knew how big he was. you stare at his length as he hovers over you, a little confused.

“where was that at?” you point, he laughs, pushing your legs apart again. looking down, a string of saliva falls right onto your slick, mixing in with the rest.

“was savin him for you, baby.” the tip slides in with ease, armins head throws back, already in love with the way you were sucking him in.

“give me all of it, please.” hips bucking up, trying to get the entire length into your throbbing core. his hands dig into your hips, pressing your down into the mattress, slowly sliding fully into you.

nails on his back, you let out the most nasty moan.

“shit, you feel so good squeezing around me.” pulling out, his body shakes a little, unable to control his whiny moans.

he keeps his strokes gentle and paced, still holding your body deep into the bed. hands pressed to the back of your thighs, he pushes down more, spreading yourself open to take more of him.

his throbbing cock continues slow and teasing, building a fire in the pit of your stomach. pulling your legs together, feet towards his face, his mouth kisses your pedicured toes.

the paces quickens, causing your body to forcefully move up and down. he snakes his arms around your legs, locking them in place with a bear hug, still pounding against you.

“armin! im cumming againn-” before you could catch yourself, you’re squirting all over his dick. he laughs at you, removing his arm, using one of his hands to play with your clit.

“ feel so fucking good. i don’t wanna stop fucking you. please, give me one more.”

he didn’t care that he hadn’t finished, all he wanted was you and all he could give you.

his pace slows down, the look on his face in pure bliss. your hands come up, caressing his face, tears brimming your eyes. the words wouldn’t even form.

“i want it baby, please cum with me.” your voice broken and low, his body lowers, connecting with yours and he slides his arms under your body, slowing down to a good pace. the unforgettable feeling of that tight coil in your stomach shows again as his cock digs at your spot relentlessly.

“im gonna cum, fuck-“

“me too, give it to me, ‘min!” your bodies clash against each others, sweat collecting on your chests, finally reaching the climax. his hips slow down, trying to catch his breath. pulling out, you both groan.

“i hope you know im not letting you fuck anybody else.” he saying rolling over, fixing your hair. your head falls over in direction.

“you too baby.”

with a few more laughs, he stands from the bed, trashing the condom before walking to you. his large arms scoop you up into a cradle.

“let’s get you in the shower.”

© vantetaes. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarize any of my works. ageless/blank blogs dni.

[logoleptic-since-06]

Love Thorns All Over This Rose

✮ Pairing: Satoru x Fem!Reader

✮ Content: Fem!Reader, Non-Sorcerer AU, College Setting, Mentions of Family and Financial Issues, Mentions of Other JJK Characters, Language, Smut (Fingering, Cunillingus), Slight Angst, Fluff, Dislike to Love, Mentions of Smoking, Slowburn, Not Proofread

Based On This Concept I Made

✮ A/N: I know I said I will not be writing fics for the concepts I made, but I love this trope too much to not have written it.

★ ♫ ★ ♫ ★ ♫ ★ ♫ -> Some songs this was inspired by (I know I listen to white girl music, what about it?) ✮ Also heavily inspired by the book The Deal by Elle Kennedy.

✮ Word Count: 4.6k

MDNI

“This was your last chance, Gojo, I’m gonna have to revoke your captaincy.”

“Please, coach,” Satoru’s usual cocky tone was replaced with desperation, “One more chance, please. My econ test scores came out today, and I’m confident I did well. Just consider this for once.”

Coach Yaga pauses for a second, “Listen, kid, I will consider it for now, but it’s really not on me. College rules say athletes can’t have more than three F’s. And according to that, I should bench you till you get your grades up.”

His eyes widen. “What? No, you can’t bench me, I’m your best player!”

“You know it doesn’t matter.”

“Fuck…” he murmurs in frustration. His econ test, that he has already given, is his last straw. If he fucks this one up, he will be benched until he gets his grades up. Basketball tournament season is right around the corner, and being in his senior year of college means his professional recruitments will start this season. Being benched is far from an option he wants to go for.

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

He fails.

He fucking fails the test that he was so sure he’d pass.

“And then he benched me,” he groans as he finishes telling the story to his friend group/housemates/teammates. He looks at Suguru, his oldest and closest friend, “Oh, and he made you the captain for the time being, by the way.”

Suguru simply shrugs. “Then get your grades up and re-secure your spot. I won’t even be going pro, you need this.”

"We are all rooting for you, Gojo," Haibara's over-enthusiastic voice speaks. Haibara and Nanami are in their junior year, and Haibara is probably Satoru and Suguru's biggest hype-man, despite playing in the same team.

“I’ve tried, you know I have. I don’t know what else to-”  Satoru stops as an idea strikes his head. He tilts his head towards Nanami, “Hey, Nanami.” “No,” he says simply.

“I didn’t even-”

“Whatever you ask, no.” “Tutor me, you’re like the only smart person I know.” “I’m your junior.”

“We have the same course, we study the same thing in the same class.”

“Fuck, you’re such a manchild,” Shoko’s bored voice speaks as she takes a puff from her cigarette.

“Don’t smoke in our house,” Satoru scolds her, causing her to flip him off.

“Although,” Shoko sits up from laying against the couch, “I might have someone that can help you. My roommate.”

Shoko doesn’t live with the others, but Satoru has never heard of her roommate before. “Your roommate, huh?” he repeats lazily.

Nanami snorts, “Y/N? She’s in my year and I doubt she’ll ever help him.”

Shoko nods, “You can try if you’re desperate enough.” She takes another puff of her cigarette. “Offer her tons of money.”

Satoru thinks for a second, “She can be convinced using money? That’s perfect, I have money.” 

Everyone except Haibara rolls their eyes.

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

Having finished your last assignment of the day, you relax back against your chair, taking in the hushed ambience of the library. It was a stressful, but productive day. You only relax for a split second before a wave of anxiety gushes over you– you’ve recently lost your job at the local barista due to it being shut down. It was the only place close to the campus you can get a job at, and there is no way you could afford a living on campus without a job.

You decide to get up and head to your dorm room instead of musing upon your issues. As you begin to pack your things into your tote bag, you see a tall, white-haired figure sit across from you at the table with a bright smile on his face that shows off his dimples. 

Satoru Gojo?

The star athlete is Shoko’s childhood best friend. Ever since she became your roommate in your freshman year as a sophomore, you’ve only heard tales of him and Suguru Geto. You’ve seen them around the campus, of course, but you’ve always chosen peace over any interaction with them. People flock around them like a group of fans rushing over to buy tickets for a sold-out concert. Arrogance seeps out of him every time he walks through a door, making every head turn towards him.

“Hi,” he says, looking straight into you. You look behind you, trying to see if he is talking to someone else. “No, I’m talking to you. Y/N, right?”

The sound of your name in his voice sounds weird. How did he know who you were? 

He continues, “I am–”

“I know who you are.” You cut him off for a reason that is unknown to even yourself. He tilts his head in confusion, but you can tell it's not from the knowledge of you knowing his name but rather from the fact that you are wearing an annoyed expression on your face right now. You almost feel bad but it's not like you can help it, you just lost your job and it is not easy for a girl from a middle class family to survive in this environment filled with some of the richest brats in the city, Satoru Gojo included.

“I need your help.” Every word that comes out of his mouth sounds so foreign, you wouldn’t have imagined them in your wildest dreams.

“My help?” Why is he talking to you?

“I need you to tutor me.”

“I’m sorry?”

“We are in the same classes together. I need someone to tutor me because I’m failing my classes and if I’m benched and won’t be able to play until I pass them. And if I don’t play this season, I won’t be recruited to go pro, so basically my entire future is in your hands.”

Your disturbed grimace is probably a little too noticeable, because the next words that come out of his mouth are, “Why are you making that face?” He says it with such innocent confusion, you almost give in.

“I don’t even know you,” you finally say, your voice sounds bored.

“But you are the best I can find.”

“Why can’t you hire a professional tutor?”

“Because then my parents will know, and they can’t know.”

“That’s not my problem.” “God, you’re insufferable,” he exasperates, “I’ll pay. A lot.”

That gets your attention. You raise an eyebrow. “How much?”

He sits up and excitedly takes a piece of paper and pen, writes down an amount, and slides the paper towards you.

One look at the paper and your eyes go wide. He wrote an hourly rate and as you do the quick math in your head, you realize this would pay twice the amount you got as a barista.

You clear your throat before speaking. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he says firmly.

“And you will cooperate?”

“Of course, I need this, Y/N.” Will you ever get used to your name on his tongue?

“When and where?”

“Five days a week, so all working days. My house? It’s off campus. Give me your number, I’ll send you the location.” “I know where you live, I’ve dropped Shoko off to yours before. And yeah it works.”

“Great! Thanks so much, Y/N; you’re a lifesaver.” In the blink of an eye, he gets up and leaves you stranded at the library table.

Lifesaver… The word echoes through your head. You’ve been called that so many times, it doesn’t even mean anything anymore. You’ve been a lifesaver to your classmates for sharing your homework with them, or giving them answers during a test; you’ve been a lifesaver to your parents when you volunteered to look after your younger siblings, or when took care of dinner; you’ve been a lifesaver to your siblings for helping them study, or for solving any problem they’ve had. 

Even now, as you study in an elite university where the annual tuition is more than what your family earns in a year, you push yourself to work hard and maintain a scholarship, and work two jobs while simultaneously being a full-time student– just so you don’t have rely on someone else for anything, even if they’re your parents.

At least Satoru Gojo is willing to pay you a good amount for being a so-called ‘lifesaver’. Sure, there was a time when you thought money couldn’t buy you happiness, but spending so much time amongst your classmates made you realize it’s quite the opposite. Money brings you respect and recognition, and one day, you will have both of them, you are sure of it. For now, you are at peace with the fact that you are nothing but a phantom made up of invisible smoke, haunting the hallways until someone needs her.

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

The next day, you find yourself on the doorstep of your new student’s house. You shake off your unwanted anxiety and ring the doorbell. A few moments later, the door opens, revealing a tall figure with long luscious dark hair.

Suguru Geto, certified asshole number two (one is Gojo, of course). He looks down at you with a slight smirk. Seriously, what’s so funny? He motions you to come in.

“Satoru’s upstairs in his bedroom,” he drawls.

“Can you call him?”

He pauses for a second before answering, “Sure thing.” His gaze doesn’t avert from you as he calls out his name. Why is he so ominous? Why is Shoko friends with them?

Gojo comes out of his bedroom and stands by the stairway as he calls you up enthusiastically. You head upstairs and he leads you to his lavish bedroom and closes the door behind the two of you.

“So,” he says as he plops down on his bed, “Where do we start?”

“Let’s go through your assignments first.”

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

After an hour of tutoring, Satoru is officially done with his first tutoring session. He thinks you are a little odd with your bored yet annoyed expressions, yet he can’t stop but think you’re cute. He clearly gets the vibe that you aren’t the biggest fan of his as whenever he asked you a question about anything other than studies in the past hour, you had simply glared at him. It is also clear that you have no interest in his basketball games whatsoever.

It is also clear that you have no interest in his basketball games whatsoever. Since every question that he asks you about basketball is also either met with a glare or a “Finish this first, then we’ll talk.”

Your annoyance doesn’t matter to Satoru– if anything, he’s loving the fact that he’s getting on your nerves. It isn’t just you– annoying people has always been his specialty. Despite being the captain and the strongest player, his cheery demeanor is always met with eye rolls or groans of displeasure. 

Sure, girls around him would die to be with him– even for a moment– but if it’s not for sleeping around, he isn’t quite ever wanted. He tells himself he is okay with it, that if they don’t want him, he will turn himself into someone they need. Which is exactly what he did; and now, without him, the team will fall apart.

Once the tutoring session is over, he hits you with a similar question, a cheeky grin plastered on his beautiful face. “So, you ever been to any of our games?”

“No,” you answer simply.

“Why not?”

“I’m not interested in sports.”

“None at all?”

“None at all.”

“What ECAs did you have in highschool?” You look up at him. “I had plenty. Why do you wanna know?”

He shrugs. “Curiosity.” You sigh. “I was in the debate club, I worked for the school magazine, hosted multiple events, wrote articles, did internships, signed up for a bunch of award programs.”

Satoru’s eyes go wide. “And your SATs?”

“1560.”

Fuck. Satoru back in highschool was even bigger of a menace than he is now. With an SAT score of 1230 and basketball as the only ECA, it almost seems unfair to him now that both you and him are in the same university– one earned while the other given. Satoru never feels bad for exploiting his family’s money, after all, that’s the only thing they are willing to give him. But seeing someone work this hard– even harder than Nanami– to get to where they are is something Satoru can’t help but be impressed by.

And Satoru isn’t one to be impressed easily.

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

A few weeks pass in a breeze and the air now carries the hint of winter, the first fall of snow just around the corner. Students are locked inside their rooms, their heads buried in textbooks trying to prepare for the upcoming exams.

“You better pass this one, Gojo,” you tell him one day as you both are sitting in his room.

“Yes, ma’am.” He makes a salute gesture, causing you to stifle a small smile.

“I don’t wanna be that person, but why don’t you smile much?” His question takes you aback. “I’m not saying you should smile more; do whatever you want. I’m just asking why.”

You shrug simply, the guards you have around you have weakened a little in the past few weeks, but they’re not completely shattered. “I don’t smile without a reason.”

“I crack jokes.”

“You’re not funny.”

He rolls his eyes with a slight smirk tugging up his mouth.

You check the time and your eyes widen. “How long have I been here for?”

He leans back against his chair, “Almost three hours.”

“Shit, I was gonna call Shoko to come pick me up.”

He laughs when he hears that. “Yeah, good luck with that. It’s exam season, she definitely has her phone turned off right now.” Catching the worried expression on your face, he adds, “Do you want me to drop you off?”

You think for a while, trying to figure out other possibilities. Once you fail to do so, you feel your guards cracking a little more as you answer, “Okay.”

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

The drive from his house to your campus dorm is a short one. Yet, something in you makes you want to stir up a conversation.

“So what made you start playing basketball?”

His eyes don’t drift from the road when he answers. “You know my dad, right? He was a professional basketball player. It’s all I’ve known ever since I can remember.”

You won’t admit it out loud, but you are impressed to see him be so passionate about something. “So, you’re close to your dad?”

The chuckle he lets out sounds almost bitter. “No, no, I’m not. I was sent to a boarding school when I was very young. Grew up there. Met Suguru and Shoko. Been home very less. My school’s coach was more of a father figure than my own dad ever was.”

Something pangs in your chest as you let his words sink in. “I’m sorry…”

“Nah, don’t be. It’s cool, you know? My parents were too busy with their own lives, I was busy with mine– it’s just what I’m used to.”

“So you don’t contact them?”

“When I need something, sure.” He pauses for a second. “I know what you think of me, okay?” His voice has a hint of sincerity now. “You think of me as some spoiled brat who loves to spend daddy’s money. And you know what? You’re absolutely right. I am that, shamelessly. But this is only because I realized at a very early age that money was the only way they would be present in my life, so I decided to exploit the shit out of it.”

You don’t have an answer to what he said. His experience of family is unique and unrelatable to you in every way. “I would’ve done the same if I were in your shoes,” you say, not quite believing your words. “You shouldn’t feel bad. You’re doing a great job.”

He looks at you like you hung the moon. “You think so?”

You try to hide your surprise at his reaction. “Yeah, I mean, you’re the captain of the team and the strongest player. You’ve been working so hard to get your grades up this semester, I’ve seen your dedication.” 

He smiles at you– not his usual cheeky smirk, but a genuine, heartfelt smile. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“Don’t thank me, Gojo, I’m just stating an observation.”

“Satoru.”

“What?”

“Call me Satoru. It’s what my friends call me.”

You tilt your head to the side. “Are we friends?”

He raises an eyebrow. “You were nice to me just now. I doubt you’re nice to a lot of people.”

“Well…” you trail off.

“Well…?” he echoes as he stops his car in front of my dorm building. 

You unbuckle my seatbelt. “Maybe a conversation for another day. Thanks for the ride, Go– Satoru.”

He smiles for a split second before it is wiped away and replaced with a pondering expression. “Wait–”

You stop before you can open the car door. “Yeah?”

“Let me walk you to your room.”

It’s your turn to smile now. “I can walk myself to the dorm, Satoru.”

“It’s late.”

“I’m a big girl.”

“Come on.”

He’s so cute– wait what? Why would your mind go there? That’s Satoru Gojo, a certified college whore.

“Fine, walk me to my dorm room,” you hear yourself say. What is wrong with you?

The two of you get out of the car and begin to walk towards the building gate. The midnight air sways against your face while your cardigan protects the rest of your body. The place is quiet, only crickets heard amongst the trees. The moonlight reflects on the cars parked in the parking lot as you and Satoru walk through it.

“So you were saying?” He breaks the silence.

“What?”

“You said ‘Well…’,” he points out.

You chuckle softly as you look away to the ground. “Nothing really… you said you doubt I’m nice to a lot of people; I was gonna say I don’t talk to a lot of people to begin with.”

He looks at you with his head tilted in confusion. “Why’s that?”

You shrug. “Not a lot of people approach me here, you know? I just… exist, I guess. I mean, I’ve got Shoko. I talk to Nanami and Utahime sometimes. I’m not completely friendless, so that’s nice.”

“Three people in a college with around 20,000 students isn’t really… you know…” He trails off.

You feel the walls around you crumble a little as you speak. “I know, I know. But like I said, no one approaches me, which makes sense. And I’m not one to randomly approach people. Not great with social cues.”

He nods thoughtfully. “Why would you say it makes sense for no one to approach you?”

Why was he asking you so many questions? You can’t remember the last time someone had been interested in getting to know you in this way.

“I’m a scholarship student, I’m not exactly…” You try to think of a word, “relevant in your social hierarchy.”

He is quiet after you say that, probably trying to figure out how to respond to that. So instead, you continue, “It doesn’t matter to me. I always think that if they don’t want me, I’ll make myself needed. I’ll become an important person. My parents may not be rich, but who says I can’t be?”

“So you’re really ambitious,” he says. “I mean, I kind of got that from er– your constant hustle.”

You laugh at his remark, appreciating his humor instead of showing you pity like most would. 

The two of you begin to walk up the stairs to your floor when he asks, “Which floor is it again?”

“Second.”

“Right… I’ve never been here. Shoko’s always coming over to ours to hang out.”

“The three of you must be really close.” He nods. “Yeah, well, five now actually. Nanami and Haibara came along during our sophomore year when we moved in together. They are good athletes, so I thought keeping them close would be good for the team.”

You nod as you reach your dorm room and ring the doorbell. When Shoko doesn’t answer, Satoru says, “She’s probably at the library. Or with Suguru.”

You nod at the possibility as you take out your copy of the keys. The jingling echoes through the empty hallway. You unlock the door to reveal your room filled with darkness. Turning on the lights, you politely invite Satoru in, to which he happily obliges.

He casually plops down on your bed, his legs swinging down.

“Make yourself at home, don’t be shy,” you say sarcastically. His phone rings. When he picks it up, you watch his demeanor change as the person on the other side of the phone speaks.

“No, I told you guys to not attend any parties for a month,” he says in a serious tone that’s very unlike him. “We have practice first thing in the morning every day before the season starts, and I will not stand any mishaps.”

Listening to him scold his teammates and watching him be a good captain stirs something unknown in you. It’s so attractive for one to be this responsible and laidback at the same time. Your eyes roam around his big biceps, stopping at the hand that holds the phone against his ear. He has nice hands, you think, wondering how it might feel inside you. 

Snap out of it.

You will not throw yourself to him only to be tossed aside. You remind yourself why you’re with him– for a job. A deal that benefits the both of you equally. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then why did you tell him things you’ve never admitted to anyone?

What bothers you more is the fact that he was so interested in getting to know you. The way he is always so grounded around you makes you wonder if your previous perception of him being an arrogant asshole was just a misconception.

He hangs up the phone and smiles sheepishly at you, his dimples denting his cheeks. “Sorry,” he says. “It was Haibara.”

“It’s fine,” you say as you subconsciously move forward and sit beside him on your bed.

“Hi,” he says as his blue eyes pierce through you.

“Hi,” you smile back at him, unable to stop yourself from wondering what the hell he was doing in your dorm room of all places he could be right now. “Did you have to be somewhere?”

He scrunches his brows. “No, why?”

“No, I thought Haibara needed you or something.”

“Oh no, that’s been dealt with, don’t worry.”

When did you both sit so close together? You can almost feel his breath against your skin. “You have practice early in the morning.”

“I can function with less sleep.” He is almost too quick to answer.

Your faces are only inches away when his eyes fall to your lips. You close your eyes and feel his lips brush against yours. You kiss him back immediately. 

Once you give him the green light, he deepens the kiss and you let out a low moan. His tongue enters your mouth as he hovers over you on the bed with you lying on your back. He trails his kisses down your jaw while pressing down to your tit with one hand.

His other hand trails to your inner thighs and you feel the heat pool between your legs. You let out a needy gasp, causing him to contact his lips against yours again while his hand unbuttons your jeans and slides inside them. He rubs your clothed pussy and intoxicated bliss spreads over you.

“Ahh, fuck, Satoru,” you whine. He takes that as a sign and slips his fingers inside your panties. Your eyes roll back when you feel two fingers thrust inside you while his thumb works on your clit.

“Nghh, Satoru, fuck, hahh don’t stop,” you don’t even know how loud you’re being, neither do you care right now.

As you say that, he takes his hand out of your pants, which makes you squirm needily. He positions himself such that he is facing between your legs. He reaches for the hem of your jeans as you lift your hips up and he pulls them down, followed by your panties, leaving your bottom bare in front of him. 

He finally brings his face closer to your heat and licks a long stripe along the slit your pussy. You moan out in utter pleasure, spreading your legs further for better access. He begins to nibble at your clit, making you see splashes of euphoria in front your eyes. The pleasure is too all-consuming for you to even think of what’s right or wrong, of what you should or should not be doing. And you couldn’t be bothered to care about any of it right now. 

He adds two fingers deep in your cunt, hitting the g-spot repeatedly as his mouth sucks on your clit. You feel the pressure build up like waves. “So close, Satoru, don’t stop,” you cry out. The waves crash over the shore with a loud moan escaping your lips. 

You lay there panting, recovering from what you would call the best orgasm you’ve had in your life, as he sits up and looks down at you, a proud expression masking that pretty face of his, now all glistening in your juices.

The realization of what you just did hits you the moment the high dies down. You quickly close your legs and sit up, trying to find your panties. 

“What happened?” Satoru asks in a concerned tone. You ignore him and put your underwear on. 

Once you are done, you finally look at him. “Get out,” you state simply.

“What?”

“You heard me. Get out.”

“Did you not like it?”

“Gojo, leave.”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong!”

“What’s wrong?” you echo his words. “Everything about this is wrong. I’m your tutor. I work for you.”

“So?”

“So, we shouldn’t be doing this. It’s inappropriate.”

“Are you serious? I thought we–”

“No, I don’t know why I told you so much about myself. Starting tomorrow, everything is strictly professional, or I’m gonna have to quit.”

“Y/N, you can’t just say that, you know that, right?” Satoru sounds determined.

“Yes, I very much can. I’m sorry but I simply won’t let you think you can have me like that just because you’re you.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“What I mean is that I know you hook up with like hundreds of girls, and I just don’t want to be another name you tick off on your list.”

He looks exasperated. “You think that’s what you are? A name on a list? First of all, I don’t have a fucking list. Secondly, I don’t hook up with hundreds of girls. I haven’t done that since freshman year.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I don’t have the time to hook up with anyone.”

“You haven’t had sex since your freshman year?” Your voice is softer now.

“Not once.”

“Then why did you…” You don’t have to finish the sentence for him to understand it.

“Because I wanted to.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, really. It felt right.”

You would be lying if you say it didn’t feel right for you. But you don’t tell him that. Instead you ask, “Since when have you wanted to?”

He reveals his dimples at that question, “Since you asked me if I would cooperate with you if you tutored me.”

This brings a chuckle to your voice. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, something about you bossing me around was… you know.”

You laugh at his words. “You’re a dumbass,” you say as you lean forward and take his lips to yours.

[lani-heart]

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parings -> park jay x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hybrid au warnings -> mental health, abandonment issues, etc. word count -> 1.5k

y/n’s perspective

“No,” I said and he sighed. “Please y/n-nie! He needs a home!” Haechan pouted and I scoffed. “Then you take care of him! I don’t have the time to take care of a hybrid…” I muttered and he chuckled.

“Which is exactly why you need one… he's very low maintenance, actually he can take care of himself. I think you need someone to take care of you” he said and I sighed… 

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” I said and he sighed… “Have you eaten today?” he asked and I sighed. “I didn’t have the time… I was studying–” “You’re always studying… Jay can help take care of you” he suggested and I shook my head.

“I couldn’t do that to him… he needs a good home,” I said and he smiled. “He’s had so many owners and yet none cared to keep him. All of them had all the money he could ever want…” he said and I sighed… 

“I really need to keep this scholarship, Haechan–” “How about a deal?” he asked and I knew I shouldn’t trust him but anything to make him shut up

“If under your care, you fail your next bio midterm, I'll find someone else… but if you can handle it please show him a good home” he begged and I sighed. “Fine…” I said not knowing what else to do about the whiny junior in front of me. 

“Okay! Let me text Mark that you agreed!” He said and I scoffed. Of course, Mark was also involved… Eventually, he came with a hybrid next to him.

“Ok, Jay here is a bird hybrid so he can only wear collars… he goes to the classes available on campus and Riki the devil hybrid’s lovely angelic owner got a new collar for him because I asked so nicely!” he said and I sighed.. 

“Hey you never know, by adopting a hybrid maybe the principal's daughter will be impressed by you,” Mark said and my eyes widened. “You think?” I asked now hopeful and they chuckled. 

“I don’t get why you admire her so much…” Haechan said and I smiled. “Cause she’s so sweet, and she actually offered the scholarship to me. Without her I wouldn’t be in this school” I said and he sighed.

“Maybe I should ask her to pay my tuition,” Haechan said and Mark laughed. “Good luck, she won’t even pay for Jisung’s meal card, '' he said and I looked at the hybrid who only awkwardly stood there looking at the ground. 

“Hello! I’m y/n… I don’t think I'll be your permanent owner but I’ll try my best in the time we’re together” I said and he nodded. He was really pretty…

“We’ll let you guys get acquainted,” Haechan said as he left us two. “What do you like to do Jay?” I asked and he shrugged. He seemed very silent… this was gonna be very awkward then. “I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable… I do live in a single dorm but it is quite small” I said and he still didn’t say a word. 

Did he hate me already?

I know Haechan said his previous owners were all of the rich kids on campus but… I couldn’t afford the lifestyle they can not anymore, I can only afford this school because of the scholarship I was given another chance with. 

“Jay… I hope we can get along”

jay’s perspective

I can’t believe I got replaced by a mutt and was now left with her… I was still given my classes but this was all ridiculous! So when I saw him walk in front of me with new designer clothes and a new collar more expensive than anything my new temporary owner owns, it pissed me off. 

What did he have that I didn’t?! The puppy looks?!  

“She’s your owner now huh?”  I said when he turned to look at me disappointed to see me… We weren’t exactly friends…

“I hope you enjoy it, she’s a bitch who doesn’t know how to do anything herself. You constantly complain and are gonna make you do so many stupid things just to humiliate you!” I said letting the anger get to me… she really was the worst. All of them were.

“She wouldn’t do that” he muttered and I scoffed, I don’t know I was so angry that I grabbed his shirt enough to get aggressive with him... “You’ve suddenly changed from rags to riches and think it doesn’t come for a price!” I said… funny it's almost like we switched spots. 

“You know nothing about– I knew you were hurt but–” “Why are you suddenly mentioning her?” I asked, now confused… e/n was his owner, wasn’t he? “She adopted me… not like it's any of your business,” he said and I sighed… so she didn’t adopt him? Or did she just beat her to it?

“Is the free trial bird causing you trouble? I would too if I suddenly lost everything and suddenly became a freeloading hybrid!” Sunghoon laughed and I scoffed.

“You shouldn’t be laughing? From what I heard your owner doesn’t even know–""Shut up before I make sure this pretty little bird can’t sing again” he threatened… 

“Sore subject? I wouldn’t want to remember you either, Sunghoon '' I said and he glared not saying anything else as I sat down in a different seat than I normally would. 

First Riki now Jake? They both got the happy endings they want… don’t they? So… what about me?

Where was she? She was late… or did she forget me already? 

“I’m sorry I'm late!” I heard and saw Sunghoon’s owner “I forgot where this place was and–” “Whatever,” Sunghoon said cutting her off… bitter hybrid with a bad reputation

Jake looked at him confused…. He doesn’t know anyone or anything since he’s new and clean from the richest side of things.

“His owner is an amnesiac… everyone thinks he tried to kill her and she just forgot,” I said and Sunoo seemed to disagree… “He’d never do that, they’ve been with each other since kids'' he said and I scoffed 

“What do you know about Sunoo?” I asked and he didn’t answer… it's been years since his owners would play together and in association with him and Sunghoon. They weren’t close anymore… They were strangers, especially because of how isolated Sunoo’s owner was. 

 “Jake!” I heard and saw Jake’s new owner… “You’re late” he teased and she shook her head apologetically  “It took me a while to actually get here from across campus,” she said and the dog hybrid just seemed happy to see her with lovesick honeymoon eyes  “Hmm? Looks like you had company though?” she asked and he said… “Not really”

They left me alone with Sunoo…

“I heard you have a new owner?” he asked me and I scoffed. “She’s more like an incompetent babysitter” I said and he sighed. “Well looks like she’s here to pick you up?” he asked and I looked at where he seemed to be looking… She seemed a little disheartened? Why because I said the truth?

“I’m sorry I'm late… I had a meeting with a counselor but I shouldn’t be late again” 

y/n’s perspective

I know he hates me… an incompetent babysitter seemed about right. 

“I’m really sorry, Haechan thought this was a good idea” I apologized while he stayed silent and didn’t show a reaction to my single bed dorm… “Uhm, I know it's also weird that we’ll be sharing beds” I said and he looked confused. 

“It is the only bed here” I said and he sighed. “I’ll sleep on the floor, just don’t step on me when you wake up” he muttered. “But… we both fit–” “I’ll sleep on the floor” he was adamant. I nod… “Oh! Here, Haechan said that my financial aid covers a hybrid meal card so take care of it please” I asked and he took it and nodded. He didn’t even want to talk to me… I felt guilty as it was that I was his temporary owner but was I this incompetent? 

I guess this is exactly why I didn’t want a hybrid. I couldn’t take care of one… I can only take care of Jay for the time being and study like I was before…

Nothing more and nothing less…

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[sayakxmi]

Some ideas for V3 as Remanants of Despair* under the cut, cuz it's prolly gonna be rambly.

Gonna preface it all by saying that some stuff will likely be inspired by in fact by Buttercup_ghost if not just downright borrowed, bc their takes are great (fully recomending reading the fic), but I'm also trying to add my own spin to it.

Another thing is that I like the idea of V3 Remanants being delusional/convinced they're doing the right thing. They all gave me very strong self-righteous vibes, and it's a recipe for disaster. Like, class 77 are more "burning the world down to burn it" while 79 (V3) are like "gotta burn it/purge it to make it into a better place". Like, Junko specifically used the fact that they are naive and view themselves as good people against them.

Shuichi Saihara

Ok, so first of all - SAWhara? Amazing, spectuacular, never been done before, full credit to Buttercup_ghost bc I love this idea so much. But I kinda like the idea of Despair!Saihara being some kind of a harbinger of truth if you get me. He sort of is one in the game, but there he is gentle and unwilling, but as a Despair, he has none of that kindness he's occassionally willing to give to the culprits. No secrets are safe around him, he will dig it all out to cause strife and despair. Unless, of course, you can actually overcome it. In that case, you have a chance of surviving. He probably doesn't view it as truth ruining people's lives but the lies they'd told to hide it earlier.

Also, again from Buttercup_ghost, but the idea of Junko getting to Shuichi first makes just so much sense. The two best picks are either Shuichi or Kokichi, but I feel like they also cancel each other. They're both capable of falling, but also they're both capable of standing their grounds if others fall first. The difference is that Shuichi is liked and can get Junko close to others, while Kokichi is alone and he'll always be, so getting through him first is a shot in the knee kinda, bc others won't be as trusting as they would've been if you met literally anybody else first, F. Plus, there's a chance of using that loneliness against him later to make him fall, so it makes sense that way, too.

Kaede Akamatsu

It's like semi-borrowed from in fact (it's faster to write the fic titile than the author's, so I'll be doing that from now on), but only semi bc it's something I probably would have come up to myself even without reading it, like, girl decides to take the one for the team & kill somebody, hoping the person that dies will be the one that "deseved" that/was the real enemy, and it's similar here. Some people are Evil and they need to Die.

Rantaro Amami

Something something, failing your family will get you in trouble, that's also why one of the first people he kills are his own parents. I mean, you lost 12 daughters, by now you should have found at least one, you're rich and all that, you can afford it, but apparently it's only Rantaro who cares enough to involve a detective I guess? But, yeah, abusers of all kinds are the targets, neglectful parents etc etc. You get the idea. It sounds ok in paper, but the definition of abuse in his eyes is kind of unclear, so if you beat up your kid he'll be after you, and you can also just have a nasty argument with your spouse, and then you won't have a spouse, so. And, again, the point of V3 as RoD is that they are doing what they believe to be right, but they have sekwed up perception of right and wrong and zero limits.

K1-B0

Something we kinda forget about Kiibou is that he canonically looks down on Shuichi, like, bro just tells him he saw him as beneath him in their last FTE, and only changed his mind after some time. MAN. But, anyway, Despair!Kiibou isn't trying to be perceived as like humans or anything of this sort, I mean, why would he put himself on equal grounds with some people (derogatory)? He's so much better than them! He's a robot, he's smarter, he's stronger, he simply knows best. And people better recognize that or they'll get burned to crisps. I can also see him perceiving himself as somebody who should make the law (a nod to all that lawsuit things), he kinda goes dictator mode I guess. Fuck the three laws of robotics.

Gonta Gokuhara

Straight up stealing from in fact, bc Gonta going around mercy killing people who are "least likely to survive" is peak. Also love him not considering the rest of his class his friends anymore (save for Kokichi, but we'll get to it later).

Angie Yonaga

Again, in fact, Angie believing that Junko is her god makes sense to me. Grl started a cult probably, so first half of chapter 3, but there's more blood, I guess.

Tenko Chabashira

Definitely one of the more difficult ones to turn into a Despair, but I can sorta see her misandry spiking up. My idea is kinda that since Shuichi, a degenerate male, brought Junko to them, which put Himiko and other girls in danger, she straight up blamed him for what happened, and got radicalized over time. Though, admittedly, Despair!Tenko is a subject to change if I come up with something better.

Himiko Yumeno

Chapter 2 body discovery, except she's doing it on purpose. Himiko Yumeno, Blood is Magic. Maybe she embraces the "evil witch" archetype, too. Nobody will question her status as a mage if they're dead. I like where I'm going with it, but I'm struggling to put it into words, I hope you get the idea.

Miu Iruma

I tried to think of something, and against myself I ended up kinda agreeing with in fact again, oh well. It just makes a lot of sense for her to turn into a Despair out of paranoia - get them before they get you, y'know? But it's Miu, so her ego has to be involved somehow. It's a mix, then, she's afraid of everything, but also wants the world to acknowledge her genius and hotness, so if she has to blast some people into fractions, she will.

Korekiyo Shinguji

Listen he was like 16 in the game how tf he managed to not only kill almost 100 women, but also somehow not be caught. Bro isn't exactly the definition of subtle appearance-wise. He's supcious as hell, actually. And for that reason, again, sadly, in fact went into this direction, and so am I. I told you the author's takes were great.

Ryouma Hoshi

Aaaand in fact isn't over. It was awfully simple with him - he has nothing left to lose, so Junko gets him to care about her, and he doesn't care what happens to the rest of the world.

Kirumi Toujo

I'm not 100% sure about it, but I'm kind of vibing with that backstory of hers, that she once served somebody so well that person became unable to do their job, and her opting to do just that, because everybody else is fucking incompetent compared to her, and she deserves far more appreciation. She's resentful, and she'll smile and bow politely and ruin her employers' lives from the inside, showing them they're nothing in comparison.

Tsumugi Shirogane

She's a tricky one, but I can imagine Junko making her recognize her "true potential" or something. She's likely the one who idealizes Junko the most out of everybody, and I can see it as somewhat similar to the Mikan situation, which, oof. She gives Tsumugi all the attention she could possibly ask for, while for the rest of the world she might as well not exist, and she roams it in various costumes, doing whatever she pleases and avoiding responsibility. She's similar to Impostor in a way, but I'd say their difference is that Tsumugi can copy only some general stuff, mostly visually, so she can trick people into believing she's somebody else only for a little bit, while Impostor is so good they could live somebody's life for years and nobody would question it too hard unless they and the original were literally in the same room, and also Impostor can learn their skillsets. Anyway, I think at her core Tsumugi just feels worthless, so she becomes anything else for Junko, and when she's dead, her reason for being herself is gone, too - nobody cares about some Plain Jane, so she wants to become the next Junko to feel the void something something.

Kaito Momota

I'm really entertaining the idea of him just embracing the worst parts of himself - he believes himself to be the hero, the main character, the chosen one, and he requires others to recognize that. He pulls a vigilante, probably, but, as usual in Despair!V3, his view of who is and who isn't a criminal is skewed. But it doesn't matter, because he's never wrong in his judgement. He knows best who desevres or doesn't deserve to live, and he takes all the credit for putting the ones who don't into their grave.

Maki Harukawa

And who else does Kaito take the credit from if not the Ultimate Assassin herself? Ngl, they give me the vibe of Fuyuhiko and Peko. Kaito's the hero, and Maki's his sidekick, his weapon. Her hands can never be clean, but she can use them to make the world a better place by getting rid of all the filth. And she trusts Kaito's judgement, so if he tells her to kill somebody, they'll be dead.

*Kokichi Ouma

In fact gets the credit for making me realize things can be happening in the same universe, and also that V3 can be the ones responsible for what happens to him. Kokichi isn't a Remanant, he essentially takes Chiaki's role. He is by no means his class' hope, but he sure af won't let anybody touch them (well, an attempt was made). I've mentioned by Shuichi that best options would have been either to start with him or Kokichi, and yeah. Kokichi absolutelu could become Despair under the right circumstances, anybody could, but Junko made her choice, and while it was logical, it also meant Kokichi will not fall to her. He was recognized by HPA as the Ultimate Supreme Leader for a reason. Nobody touches his people and gets away with it (whoops, she did). Bro went through a Chiaki-style execution, except he reaches his class who weren't as friendly to him as Chiaki's would've been. By which I mean they toruterd him to near death. Like, I have specifically ideas for Kiibou burning his wrists, making the hand-shaped scars resemble cuffs (punishment for all the robophobia, Kiibou doesn't need the human laws to do things for him, he can judge crimes himself), Gonta knocking him out, bc he wanted Kokichi not to be awake to experience any of that, and at some point when Kokichi looks at Shuichi, Shuichi ends up stabbing him in the eye. RIP.

In the good route, both him and Chiaki survive, btw. Very long story would be that Chiaki, Nagito and Kokichi were friends in HPA, doing some investigating on Kamukura Project and Junko, and for Reasons Nagito was suspended for a while, so he wasn't there when Junko was getting to his classmates, blah blah, Kokichi tells him to go where his classmates went (Chiaki's execution place), bc he has to go after his own to safety or sth (even tells him about DICE in case something happens to him, bc he has a Plan, but no plan is 100% cerain to be succesful), so Nagito gets there when she's still alive if barely, Kamukura arrives, Nagito gets him to help Chiaki anyway. Kokichi's execution happens some time later, and Nagito and Chiaki find out and get to him when he's already like 90% in the grave & thanks to Kamukura he survives.

Bad route has them not get to Kokichi on time, and also at some point both Nagito and Chiak die, so they're both AIs in the simulation, long story.

[grimoireofhayley]

Hi! First time ever requesting anything! Any chance you could write Draco Malfoy x Reader arranged marriage? Preferably she/her pronouns P.s. loving your scream fanfic right now can’t wait for more chapters 🙏

The Betrothal

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Slow Burn, Language, Implied Smut, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Blood, Eventual Character Death, Enemies to Lovers, Forced Marriage 

Word Count: 0.8k

Summary: (Y/n) and Draco have always disliked each other; constant bickering back and forth between and during classes, nit picking about each other’s looks and interests; it only got worse when they were forced to marry. 

A/n: Thank you so much for my first ever request, I greatly appreciate that. It means the world to me. I love this prompt and I was quick to start writing it, lol. Let me know what you think!

CHAPTER I

“I will not tolerate it, Draco!” Lucius fumes, slamming his fist down on the chestnut-coloured desk. “For Merlin’s sake, you are 26 years old and are not married yet.” He scoffs, swiping his papers to the side, flaring his nostrils. “You are a pureblood.” Lucius limps around his bureau, his cane banging on the ground with each step he took, ignoring the frequent protests of his eldest and only son, Draco Malfoy. “I am old and nearly at my deathbed, I will not let this bloodline fail for the likes of you.” He snarls, taking out his handkerchief, coughing into it as copper-coloured phlegm coats the silk. 

Draco rubs the slope of his neck, rubbing at it, avoiding his father’s gaze. 

Lucius took heed at his son’s behaviour and he tsked, his now-white hair, falling at the sides.

Bringing his cane up, he hit the ground with a thud, causing a sharp sound to reiterate around the room. 

Taken aback, Draco stumbled in fear, his eyes glossing, but he wasn’t willing to cry, he wasn’t going to give his father the satisfaction of seeing him so vulnerable; his father scared him, yes, but he always had, however, his father seemed more volatile today than he was before.

“Are you listening to me, boy!?” He screeches, his face a shade of pink from anger. 

Draco nods his head, stepping back, fearing his father may hit him. 

“You WILL marry, (Y/n), and continue the bloodline. If it’s the last thing you do.” Lucius inches closer, his hand placing a firm grasp on Draco’s shoulder. His son trembled, squinting his eyes.

“Do you hear me, Draco?” 

“Y-Yes, father.” 

Lucius’ grip tightened, almost burrowing his elongated fingers into the blades of Draco’s glenohumeral joint. 

Draco winces, the pain sending a burning sensation through his arm. 

“Good.” Lucius’ lips curve upward, a cheshire smile taking ahold on his features. 

The door to the study creaks open, causing Lucius to jolt. He immediately let go of Draco and stood upright. 

“What is all the commotion?” Narcissa steps in, her long whitish-silver and black hair flowing behind her.

“Nothing, Mother. Father was just informing me about the…” Draco clears his throat, adjusting his tie, then flattens his suit, “The arrangement…” 

“Ah, how wonderful.” She clasps her hands together, delighted to hear the news, completely oblivious to what was happening beforehand. 

--

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You growled under your breath, folding your arms over one another, tapping your foot, seemingly aggravated at the news. 

“It’s going to be fine, (N/n).” Your mother smiled, putting an arm around you, hugging you close. “Draco seems like a decent betrothal.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Decent?” You laugh, amused. “He’s far from decent, momma, he’s the complete opposite.” 

“How so?” Your mother glances at you, her emerald hues glazed with curiosity. 

You frowned, seeing how her reaction was.

“Oh, it’s nothing…” You twiddled with your thumbs, “Just forget about it…” You sighed, looking down, kicking at air, not wanting to soil your mothers happiness as you got lost in your head.

You haven’t seen Draco in several years, not since the battle of Hogwarts, though, you couldn’t help but wonder how he’s been doing.

(Y/n), dear, you okay?” Your mother shakes you slightly, deterring you from your thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine..." You look away, averting your gaze.

Your mother smiles, a mischievous glimmer in her expression.

"Good because you're getting married tomorrow."

[ooeygooeyghoul]

Introductions

Hi, hello, nice to meet you. I'm Quaid, and this is the tumblr I have recycled into posting content about my lizard man. This will primarily be a FFXIV blog, as it's my current obsession, wherein I will post rambles, pictures, my art, and maybe a few other things, idk. I'll try to keep it organized with the tags, but the system is a WIP.

I've only got my main man here at the moment, but maybe I'll make some more heroes in the future! Might update this a few times, too...

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Shiun Kazumasa - Primal | Behemoth

Warrior of Light - Main

B A S I C S | |

Primary Jobs | Warrior, Gunbreaker & Dark Knight

Guardian | Rhalgr, The Destroyer

Nameday | 18th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon (May 18th)

Age | 25 years [ARR] - 30 years [EW/DT]

Height | 230cm / 8ft 6in

Homeland | Doma, Yanxia

Occupation | Scion, Sellsword, Blacksmith

Sexuality | bisexual, leaning toward men

Strengths | duty-driven, good at anything that requires physical strength, protective, unbreakable will

Weaknesses | Quick-tempered, stubborn as a mule, emotionally constipated, never asks for help, hides his hurts

Tags | #primordial flame: shiun kazumasa (main), #thaniun (wolship), #forgiven fury (Lightwarden AU), #wandering swordsmith: vulcan (ancient counterpart)

P E R S O N A L I T Y | |

An Au Ra whose face is always scowling or smirking, never anything in between. Shiun is brash, rude, and loud - fueled by constant rage. He acts almost purely on instinct and impulse, which causes his friends no small amount of stress. Don't be fooled by his prickly attitude, he's a true hero with a heart of gold. Devoted to saving and serving as many people as he can to the point of being self-sacrificing. Good luck prying any of his deep emotions out of him, he'd really prefer that those stay hidden.

B A C K S T O R Y | |

Shiun grew up in Doma during the Garlean occupation, so his early life was full of troubles. His parents were quiet artisans that submitted, which afforded them a fairly upper-class lifestyle. But Shiun was different in a way they didn't like. He got into fights with other kids, ignored his schoolwork, and was angry at the injustices he saw all around him. His family did everything they could to extinguish the fire in his heart, but he wouldn't be put down any further. After a chance encounter with a resistance fighter, he fought back against a Garlean soldier that had been harassing people in his village. The Empire didn't take kindly to that, and his family suffered for it. He barely escaped and was forced into exile at the young age of 9. Eventually, he made his way to the Azim Steppe and was taken in by a kind family in the Malaguld Xaela tribe. Scarred by his failed attempt at resistance and the pain it caused, he kept his head down and stewed in his anger for years. That is, until a voice called him to a distant land...

R E L A T I O N S H I P S | |

Alphinaud & Alisaie | practically siblings

Shiun is fiercely protective of the twins. He sees a lot of his younger self in them and has taken on a brotherly role with them. He hates that they've been thrust into this world at such a young age, and tries to urge them to just be kids every once in a while.

Thancred | lover

At first, Shiun couldn't stand Thancred. His overconfident playboy persona really got on Shiun's nerves, so he went out of his way to piss off Thancred, too. After rescuing him from Lahabrea, he stopped being so antagonistic. Over the course of the Dragonsong war, Shiun's feelings towards Thancred began to change, which REALLY freaked him out. So much so, that he pretty much ignored Thancred's existence throughout Stormblood while he considered things. He figured it out pretty quick once the Scions started getting yoinked to another realm. More on this later...

Y'shtola | voice of reason

Shiun appreciates Y'shtola's sharp wit and sharper tongue. She sees right through his bullshit and is often scolding him for his reluctance to rely on others. They get into banter contests a lot, which he rarely ever wins.

Urianger | jock & nerd

When they first met, Shiun couldn't understand a word Urianger was saying, but he learned to communicate with him over the course of their adventures. He's got a good friendship going with Urianger, where he patiently explains complex things to Shiun five times and Shiun helps him get better at socializing.

Tataru | ride or die

Shiun would die for Tataru. She continues to baffle him with her limitless talent towards anything other than combat, and he'll do pretty much anything she asks him to. To be honest, her ability to sniff out the truth and love of gossip frightens him a little bit.

Estinien | friendly rivalry

Despite being an axe-user, Shiun's skill with the lance is nothing to sneeze at. The two talk through their sparring more than they do with their words. Shiun was happy when Estinien decided to stop skulking about and join the Scions, but he still gives him shit about it.

G'raha | brotherly friends

When he found out just how much G'raha idolized him, Shiun was flabbergasted. He certainly wasn't used to that amount of admiration, and he found it difficult to deal with at first. But the hesitation faded away as G'raha accompanied him on more and more outings. Now Shiun thinks of him as a brother and irreplaceable friend, determined to make him into a hero too.

T R I V I A & E X T R A S | |

Favorite non-chocobo mount is the SDS Fenrir.

Favorite minion is gaelikitten named Potato.

Has a major sweet tooth he tries to hide from others.

Is really really bad at cooking. Don't taste what he makes for your own safety.

Actually really does like to fight (don't tell Zenos).

I tend to draw him pretty off model lol.

[weloveakechi]

As Dreamers Do Chapter 6

At last, Goro gets to do some investigating! And meet up with some characters we haven’t seen yet!

Content warning for this chapter it does include two scenes of implied/referenced suicide. Those take place just after Goro finishes speaking with Yoshizawa, and right after he’s done talking with Ryuji and Akira (the second scene is the last in the chapter). Please take care when reading.

First Chapter | AO3 Link

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“Thank you so much for being willing to let me come ask some questions.” Goro’s best television smile is firmly in place as he shakes the hand of Principal Kobayakawa, head of Shujin academy in his office. It’s a few days after his conversation with Kurusu and Sakamoto and he’s finally managed to get a meeting set up. 

Kobayakawa’s smile is as false as Goro’s, if for a different reason. Goro is here investigating, while the principal just wants to get Goro to join the school, “It’s not everyday we have interest from one of Japan’s finest! I can’t quite believe it myself, the next Detective Prince, interested in our school!” 

Goro’s chuckle is light, disarming, “You have quite the reputation. Even the students at my current school can’t stop talking about Shujin’s volleyball team.” 

The lies fall easily, smooth as butter. Feigning interest in the school is the quickest way for him to get his foot in the door, ask a variety of questions, and make his presence known without causing too much of a stir.

This is the kind of situation he needs to be delicate about. He can’t just burst in demanding answers about the rumored abuse the school's star coach is inflicting on his students. That would get him nowhere. Especially if the teachers and Principal are on his side the way the others believe. 

“I’d love to see the gym, and even sit in on one of Mr. Kamoshida’s training sessions. I have to admit, I’m a bit of a fan.” His tone is just on the side of shyly interested to help make the lie more believable.

He knows he’s succeeded as soon as Kobayakawa nods, a wide smile on his face, it makes him look almost like a frog, “He is quite the player. We just knew hiring him would take our volleyball team to the top.” He checks something on his computer, “It looks like the team is in the middle of practice, why don’t I walk you over now? Then I’ll have one of our teachers give you the full tour. If you’d like, we’d love to have you sit in on a class or two.”

“I’d be delighted.” 

There’s little special about the gym itself when Goro finally sees it. Not that Goro thought there’d be anything particularly unique about the location. It’s only been recently that they’ve started to shine in the world of sports. The only team that had ever really done notably well was the track team until Kamoshida was hired, since then the spotlight switched to volleyball, and the track team was dismantled. Learning that, and who was on it, gave Goro quite a bit of insight into Sakamoto’s reasons for being so focused on the man. Another victim in a long line of them, but one at least trying to do something about it.  

As a school, Shujin is a good option for potential students. They turn out a higher than average graduation and acceptance rate to good colleges than many in their distinction. His research told him that students from Shujin often go on to be rather successful, which is another point in its favor. In fact, it’s a school Goro would have seriously considered in the past. 

That said, some further digging indicated that despite their good standing, the school’s had a slight downward tick in graduations over the past couple years. It’s nothing too detrimental presently, but if not corrected will end up hurting the school’s reputation. 

It’s surely why Kobayakawa has pushed so hard to put the school in the news, from hiring a gold medalist coach, to pushing a new honors student, and even taking in a troubled teen to give him a second chance. None of that solves the actual problem of failing grades or better providing for their teachers. 

It does however, make complete sense as to why they’d turn a blind eye to Kamoshida’s blatant abuse of students. 

The man in question is in the middle of shouting orders as they step into the gym. Facing away from them, he’s too busy pointing out flaws in various team members’ performances to notice the two people who have walked in. 

“Umm, Coach–” One of the boys says.

“I said start again.” Kamoshida snaps, “Stop wasting time.” 

Principal Kobayakawa clears his throat, “Excuse me.” He finally announces them. 

Kamoshida turns on them, the annoyance on his face instantly wiping away as he catches sight of the visitors, “Principal Kobayakawa, what a surprise. Who is this with you?” 

“This is Goro Akechi, he’s touring the school today as a potential transfer student.”

“Another one, huh.” Kamoshida says lightly, as he puts a hand out, “Looking to join the volleyball team?”

Goro takes it, Kamoshida’s grip on his hand is firm, almost too much so.

“I’ve heard so much about the team I had to take a look.” 

Kamoshida laughs —a self assured sound if Goro’s ever heard one— before he leans over with a wink, “You don’t have to say it, I can read it all over your face, you’re a fan. Good to see you here. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like and observe.”

“We were going to do a more comprehensive tour after this.” The principal hedges, a little hesitant. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll have one of the team escort him back your way when we’re done. That way he can get his full tour.” Kamoshida waves off his concern.

“Well, if you’re sure.” Kobayakawa turns to Goro, “I’ll leave you in Mr. Kamoshida’s capable hands. By the time you get back I’ll have a teacher lined up to walk you around.” 

Goro gets little from the practice. Kamoshida’s on his best behavior with a stranger in the room, even if he doesn’t seem to realize just who Goro is. Some of the students do though, he catches a number of eyes lingering on him through the practice. 

Even with no major hiccups, it’s not wasted time to be there. In fact, Goro’s done exactly what he set out to do: be seen by the volleyball students. If they want an opportunity to tell someone about their coach, he’s making himself as available as possible. 

One of the girls volunteers to take him back to the front office, and after a nod from Kamoshida sidles up to Goro with a shy smile to take him back. 

It turns out that no teachers are readily available to tour him around the school, a fact Goro could have told him before he’d left. Really, how someone so completely inept has stayed in Shido’s good graces so long baffles him. 

Instead of a teacher, he called in one of the student council members. The president in fact. 

Goro can’t help but shoot Sae Niijima’s little sister, Makoto, a wicked grin as she steps into the office. 

“Hello, Niijima-san.” He gives her a little wave, deeply amused by this turn of events. 

He won’t call what he has with Makoto Niijima a rivalry. It’s not that. But it isn’t nothing either. They pick at each other, prodding for weak spots, and viciously tug when they find one. It started as him teasing her a bit when she got jealous of how much time he spent with her sister, and over the years it’s evolved. If he were feeling gracious, he might label it almost akin to being siblings vying for a parents favor, with Sae-san as the parent. 

“Akechi?” In her surprise she drops her normal insistence on honorifics. 

Kobayakawa looks from one to the other before he nods, “Good, good. You both are already acquainted. I’d appreciate it if you’d continue Akechi-san’s tour of the school for me.” 

“Tour, sir?” 

Goro gives her a blinding grin, “I’m considering transferring here. My current school is being difficult regarding my schedule and workload as a detective. As I’d like to graduate, and continue working, I’m looking for options more amenable to my lifestyle.”

“I see.” She narrows her eyes in a way that screams doubt, but she can’t call him on the blatant lie here in front of Kobayakawa. Instead she matches his smile, all teeth and sarcasm, “Let’s get started.”

The moment they’re out of the office, with the door closed securely, Makoto spins on him, hands already on her hips, “Now tell me, what you’re actually doing here.” 

He goes for the lie again, giving her a wide look as if to say ‘what are you talking about?’, “I told you, I’m observing the school as a potential transfer option. I’ve heard great things, and the overall caliber of student is–”

She throws up a hand, interrupting him, “It doesn’t make sense to switch in your last year.” Her interruption is refreshing. That’s something he likes about Makoto. No matter what good girl act she puts on for the rest of the world, she’s got a mean streak hiding, and he loves pulling back the cover to make it show. 

“There’s obviously something else going on. Tell me, maybe I can help.”

He considers it. While she’s not on the team most impacted by Kamoshida, she is the Student Council President. She has clout with students, and might have already heard something. Still, it’s a little early to bring her into the investigation. 

So he holds up a finger to his lips, winking, “I’m conducting an investigation. It’s still early, but I’ll be sure to consult you if the need arises.” 

This seems to appease her somewhat, “Does my sister know about this?” 

“No. I have yet to bring in either the prosecutor’s office or police. Students reached out to me about the issue, and until I have more I’d rather not complicate things.”

That gives her pause, enough that she stops in the hallway to glare at him. Her eyes flash, a theory developing about his investigation. Before she can press further, another voice cuts in. 

“Akechi-sempai?” 

They turn and find a first year student, hair bright red and pulled back into a ponytail that swings as she walks. She’s stepping out of an office, and heads towards them, face alight with recognition. 

“Yoshizawa-san.” Goro greets, giving her a softer smile than he’d given Makoto, “I didn’t realize you attended Shujin.” 

“Oh! Yes.” She perks up, “I just started on an Honors Scholarship.” Ah, so she’s the new honors student, he should have guessed.

They aren’t close. Goro knows Sumire Yoshizawa only in passing really. He’d met her and her sister through her father, and they’ve spent a little time stuck together on sets. Her there to visit with her father, Goro for shooting. There’s a lot of time between takes or news segments, and when there’s so few people in the whole building even close to the same age to talk to? You chat. 

This Yoshizawa is in stark contrast to the one he’d seen recently. That girl couldn’t look Goro in the eyes, voice distant and broken, body curled in on itself like she was trying to disappear. It had been so similar to how he remembers looking the few times he’d let himself look at the mirror after his mother’s death, it had sent him reeling. 

Experience tells him she shouldn’t look this good. Shouldn’t sound so normal. He doesn’t wish that kind of grief on her, but he knows better. 

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Makoto Nijima, the student council president.” Makoto holds out a hand for Yoshizawa to take, “If you need anything at all, Yoshizawa-san please feel free to reach out. Starting at a new school can be difficult, especially with all the expectations heaped on an honors student. I’m always happy to lend an ear if you need it.”

The other girl bows, hair swinging over her shoulder as she does so, “I’m honored, Nijima-sempai. Thank you so much!” 

When she straightens, she tilts her head at Goro and asks, “Excuse me for asking, but why are you here, Akechi-sempai?” 

“I’m also considering transferring to Shujin. Nijima-san has been gracious enough to give me a tour.” He tells her.

Yoshizawa clasps her hands together, face bright and delighted, “That would be wonderful, Senpai! I’d love it if someone I know also attends here. It will be such a great opportunity to get to know each other better.”

“How do you two know each other?” Makoto asks, her tone more pointed than curious. 

“We met at the tv station my father owns. Akechi-senpai has been interviewed a few times there.” She turns back to him, “You have another coming up soon, right?” 

He nods, “I have to send in my approval for the questions this evening.” He rubs the back of his neck, “It can be quite a lot sometimes. I’m grateful for your father’s support.” 

“I think he’s taken a liking to you.” Yoshizawa says, clapping her hands together. 

The false modesty got him what he’d wanted to hear, “I’m glad to hear it. I’m sorry to take up so much of your time, it has been wonderful to see you.” 

“Likewise. Even if you don’t transfer to Shujin, we should talk more. Maybe I’ll see you at the interview?” Yoshizawa asks.

“Perhaps.” Is all he allows. 

They have only barely started the real tour when the hallway begins to flood with students. Doors crash open, and shouts echo around the once quiet halls as students and teachers alike fly out of classrooms and down the hall. 

“Did you hear? She jumped.”

“I hope she’s okay.”

“What are we going to do?” 

Makoto’s eyes flash and she grabs a student by the arm, yanking him back, “Who jumped? Where?”

The boy shoves a finger in the direction of the wave of students, “Some volleyball girl. Out there, by the courtyard.” 

It is chaos, but both Goro and Makoto make it through the throng of students and teachers, pushing and elbowing their way to the courtyard. The noise is on the verge of being overwhelming. Goro’s stomach is clenched in a way that promises he’ll be sick if he stops to think about the girl’s actions too long. 

He hasn’t worked a suicide case in his entier career as a high school detective. 

He tried only one time.  

“Move please. I’m on the student council.” Makoto says, trying to push through the wall of people in the courtyard. But they’re not budging, rooted to the ground as they play witness to the tragedy before them. 

“Out of the way.” Goro snaps, the anger in his words clear and authoritative enough to send the students in front of them scrambling. Good. It’s obscene to stand around and watch something like this. The teachers should be doing a better job getting students back into their classrooms. Unless, the lot of them. 

He ignores the sudden flare up of whispers about police and detectives as students begin to recognize him. If anything, he’ll use his fame in his favor if he needs to in order to quell the chaos a bit. For now, his focus is the girl. 

He makes himself a shield to push Makoto through the crowd, along with himself until they drop into an open area, ringed by shocked students. A teacher, perhaps even a nurse, is kneeling by the fallen girl. Her hair is a different color from the one who took him to the office, which for some reason is a relief to him.

“Everyone take a few steps back.” He starts snapping orders, whirling on the crowd, “Open up a path for the paramedics to get through. Time is of the essence. You don’t want to be at fault for delaying help arriving.”

The whispers of his fame have done their work, weaving their way through enough of the crowd his words penetrate the awed spectacle of it all and has the crowd moving to follow his directions. A further explanation of his job as a detective gains him the allyship of a few teachers, and soon he’s managed to get the crowd under control. 

As Goro works the crowd, he looks everywhere but the fallen girl. Guilt pools in his stomach like acid, bubbling and sharp. He’s certain he won’t sleep tonight. 

His eyes catch on Kurusu and Sakamoto in the crowd. Sakamoto’s shock is clean on his face, along with outrage. Kurusu on the other hand is shattered, grief etched across his features in a way that Goro doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. Like he’s to blame for all this. Before he has time to gnaw on that particular piece of information, his attention is dragged aside again.

“Akechi, could you give us a hand?” 

The next hour feels indeterminately long. He keeps busy making sure the girl, Shiho, and her friend, Ann, make it into the ambulance. He takes statements, and has to shoot down Principal Kobayakawa’s attempts at interference. Nothing will save the school’s reputation in his eyes now. 

Not that it’s ever really mattered. The investigation is his main goal, and he hates how things have turned out so far. Goro might be willing to do a good many things that paint him as irredeemable, but that doesn’t mean he wants to see an innocent girl pushed to her limit like this by someone like Kamoshida. 

The temptation to pull out his phone and use it to take him to the Metaverse where he can put a bullet between the eyes of Kamoshida’s Shadow is all too strong. The man deserves worse than that. Goro wants to take him apart piece by piece and listen to his screams as he begs for mercy. He can feel Loki humm at the thought, agreeing wholeheartedly. 

He realizes he’s got his phone in his palm, as he turns it over and over, the device slipping easily against the smooth leather of his glove. It makes a little swishing noise as it moves. He wants to leave it face up, to wake up the screen and tap the MetaNav, the others had told him the keywords already, all he has to do is enter them. 

He can feel Loki agreeing with the sentiment, buzzing and burning with the need to destroy. To step into Kamoshida’s life and turn it upside down. 

A message buzzes through, stopping him from making any rash decisions.

Kurusu: Meet us in the courtyard by the vending machines.

Goro: On my way.

When he finds Kurusu and Sakamoto, the blond is pacing between a bench and vending machine, steps so loud Goro can hear them at a distance. He can hear the swearing whirlwind Sakamoto is whipping up as well. The boy has some truly creative expletives. 

Sakamoto storms over to him the moment Goro’s close enough to be noticed, “We have to do something now!” He looks about a second away from shoving Goro, “I can’t let that monster hurt anyone else.”  

Goro holds his hands out, trying to placate him, “Calm down.” 

Sakamoto spins and slams his fist into one of the poles by them, metal ringing out with a hollow echo, “Ain’t no way I’m gonna calm down! If we had any doubts about going and changing his heart they’re all gone now. You get that right?” 

“I do.” He says it as soothing as possible, tone gentle, understanding, “However, you agreed I could investigate him first.” 

“And you spent all day doing that right? That’s why you were wandering around campus?” He drops his hand, and steps back towards Goro, “Well? Did you come up with anything concrete to nail that bastard?” 

Goro’s lips press into a hard line, he knows what he’s about to say isn’t going to go over well. 

“These things take time. I started—”

Sakamoto explodes, “We don’t have time for that! That’s what I’ve been saying this whole time! He’s hurting people, Akechi. Are you so heartless you’ll let that happen?!”

“You are very much wrong if you believe I do not care about his victims.” Goro’s voice has dropped to something dangerously quiet, “I did not become a detective for the fame. I did it to stop men like him from abusing their power and hurting more people. Imply I do not care again, Sakamoto and I will prove to you just how much I do.” 

The other boy takes a few involuntary steps back, swallowing, “Sorry, dude. I know you do, you wouldn’t be tryin’ to help us if not. I’m just—” His face is red, hands balled into fists by his side, shaking, “We couldn’t do anything! Feeling so powerless effin’ sucks, especially when we have the power we need to force that scumbag to admit to all his crimes!”

Throughout their exchange, Kurusu has been surprisingly quiet. Goro turns his attention on the other boy, examining him with a close eye. He looks lost, gaze distant, somewhere far beyond them, the courtyard, and probably even the present. 

“Kurusu?” Goro asks, “I understand what happened was shocking. If you need a moment—”

Even Sakamoto seems to pick up on Kurusu’s mood now, but has a different answer for it, “I think he’s also shocked about Kamoshida’s threat earlier.”

“What?” Goro snaps. 

The other boy swallows, “Akira and I went to confront Kamoshida about what happened.”

Goro wants to throttle him, “A decidedly stupid idea.” 

Sakamoto ignores his bottled fury, plowing forward with the explanation, “Us and Mishima. He’s on the volleyball team. Said Kamoshida called Shiho to his office this morning. Apparently she came out lookin’ white as a ghost.”

Goro can only imagine what kind of conversation might have taken place to drive the girl to attempt what she did today. He desperately wishes it had only stayed a conversation. 

“That asshole all but confessed to abusing her and the others when we confronted him about it. Only we don’t have any proof so the creep decided to report us for assault at the next board meeting to get us all expelled. Akira here is on parole, if he’s expelled for something like that? That’s it for him.”

Parole? Goro takes that bit of information and tucks it away. It’ll make searching Kurusu’s history all the easier for him when he finally carves out a single second to actually do the thing. It makes a strange sort of sense, considering the sudden transfer and Kurusu’s caginess around it all. 

Through the explanation, Kurusu hasn’t moved at all. Goro’s kept half an eye on him, even while fuming over the idiotic decision to confront Kamoshida. Looking a little closer now, it’s not shock on his face, but fury. Burning behind those gray eyes, a flame that won’t be snuffed. 

Kurusu moves at last, squaring his shoulders and setting his jaw in a way that promises a fight if Goro dares argue even a moment, “I’m sorry Akechi, but we’re going to change Kamoshida’s heart.” 

His tone isn’t sorry at all. It’s everything Goro has seen on his face and more. There’s no changing the resolve that has settled over the other boy, or his own need to see justice met at his own hands. Goro can understand that. He wishes he can change his mind, stop them all going down this path. Doing this will make things harder in the long run.

But he can’t say he’s not looking forward to facing Kamoshida’s Shadow and carving into him with his own two hands.  

“I understand.” Goro nods, and Kurusu looks shocked, eyes going wide like he was ready to fight Goro tooth and nail on this. 

Kurusu’s face relaxes into something thankful, “Good. Good, let’s go.”

“Tomorrow.” Goro insists, “You’re exhausted and emotional. Going in like this will only cause problems.”

Kurusu opens his mouth to argue and closes it again with a sigh, “Okay, tomorrow then.”

But he doesn’t have time to linger on it, Sakamoto and Morgana are already discussing a meeting time and location for the next day and Goro steps in to indicate that he should be able to meet at the school again. 

Then, after they’ve settled on a time and place to meet. After he’s lingered long enough to make sure Kurusu actually leaves for home. After he tells the principal he’ll be back for a further investigation. That’s when Goro goes home. 

That’s when he falls apart. 

The shaking starts in his hands as he closes the door to the apartment. Fingers slipping on the lock as he attempts to turn it. It’s moved to his shoulders and back by the time he makes it through the living area towards his bedroom, and the attached bathroom. 

By the time he reaches the bathroom his whole body is shaking. 

He shakes and shudders as he drops to his knees and retches directly into the toilet. It’s mostly bial that comes up. He hasn’t had anything to eat today beyond an apple snatched at the station on his way to the school. He forgot a proper breakfast, and hasn’t been hungry since Shiho —that’s her name, that’s who he saw today collapsed on the ground, barely breathing— since she jumped. He’d hardly had any time to help her. 

The retching doesn’t stop even after his stomach has emptied itself. Goro can’t stop it. Every time he thinks he’s done, he can’t help but see her again. Her dark hair, body crumpled, unmoving. It’s the girl until it stops being her.

It’s her until it’s his mother. 

He flinches away from the shower curtain hanging beside him. Behind it, he knows what he’ll find. Tub full, water a murky pink as his mother —his mother— he retches again, chest heaving, stomach trying to turn itself inside out as he dry heaves, over and over and over again. His throat is raw. Tears stream from his eyes from the effort of it all. 

At last, his stomach stills long enough for him to sit up a bit. As he does so he watches a tear slip from his eyes to hit the edge of the toilet, leaving a shining drop on the porcelain. Sweat beads at his forehead, and his chest hurts so bad he feels like he’s broken a rib, or pulled something. Blindly he reaches for the toilet paper and rips off a wad, rubbing first at his eyes and then his mouth. 

He balls it up in his fist and leans back against the wall, chest heaving. Goro drags his knees up to his chest, and lets his head drop between them as sobs rattle his chest. 

[mallloryrowinski]

Throw rocks at me but holding women accountable for their actions and decisions is an important part of growing class consciousness. I'm not saying let's all go out and victim blame, but a lot of the discourse on here seems to be focused on the "women can do no wrong" principle, which is flawed.

We all agree that going up to a victim of domestic violence and saying "See? It's your fault because you didn't leave" is absolute nonsense and only protects the abuser.

However, (hypothetical scenario) if I move in with a man and notice that my dogs start acting strangely around him—showing signs of nervousness or fear—but I do nothing about it, and one day he kills them, I’ve failed my dogs. I had a responsibility, as their owner, to protect them, and despite noticing their discomfort, I ignored it. In this case, I didn’t cause the harm, but I played a role in failing to prevent it when warning signs were there.

If a mother learns that her husband or partner is abusing her child and does nothing about it—perhaps even covers for him—she, too, is complicit. While dynamics become more complex if he’s abusive to her as well, she still has a fundamental responsibility to protect her children. No, it is not her fault that her children are being abused; that blame lies solely with the abuser. But as the adult responsible for their safety, she has a duty to act.

Understanding this distinction between moral and practical responsibility is crucial. We’re not trying to blame women who’ve been manipulated or controlled, but when someone becomes aware of what’s happening and has the chance to make choices, there are certain responsibilities that come with that, even if things are messy or abusive. Recognizing this need for accountability is about empowering all women, fostering solidarity, and collectively breaking free from systems that demand our silence, tolerance, or complicity.

Imagine you're dating a guy and suddenly find out he's one of the 51 men on trial for the rape of a woman. There are three women in France right now who have their partners on trial for Gisèle Pelicot's rape who actively take their partner's side and defend him. An ex-wife told the court she wants to get back together with her ex-husband, who claims he didn't rape Gisèle, because “I didn’t set out from my house saying: ‘I’m going to rape someone. I don’t understand how she didn’t feel anything, didn’t realise.”. This woman's behavior is a stab in the back to a rape victim; When women defend male perpetrators, it's a signal to survivors that justice and solidarity are conditional. This betrayal compounds harm, leaving victims isolated and reinforcing a culture of silence and impunity for male violence. And also assures men everywhere that no matter how horrible you are and what crimes you commit, there's always going to be a woman ready to take your side (something they'd never do for us).

Of course, patriarchy and conditioning play a big part here, teaching women to internalize subordination, which can mean defending or excusing harmful behavior. This conditioning and the socialization we go through more or less since the moment we're born is the reason why women get trapped in these cycles of complicity. But these do not erase individual responsibility! Real change will mean balancing accountability with real support to help women unlearn and resist these harmful norms.

Or take a woman who actively recruits girls into the sex industry. Perhaps she was groomed herself, conditioned to see exploitation as normal, or even to believe that she was “helping” others survive. While her circumstances may explain her behavior, the harm she causes cannot be ignored. Her actions reinforce the broader system of exploitation and make it easier for others to justify that abuse as just another “choice” rather than exploitation. Her complicity not only harms the women she recruits but supports the larger, patriarchal system that profits from this exploitation.

Individual acts of complicity also reinforce structural patriarchy, delaying collective liberation for all women. When women protect male abusers or uphold harmful systems, they inadvertently strengthen the very structures that oppress us. There's a mutual responsibility women hold toward each other as part of a broader movement for liberation. Holding one another accountable is about solidarity, empowering women to confront patriarchal norms together.

This isn't about dividing women or blaming them for patriarchy; it's about helping each other break free from roles that keep all of us oppressed. Accountability, paired with solidarity challenges not only individual acts of harm but the structural forces that keep these cycles in place.

[sweetcloverheart]

I was reading this manga called “Although I Am an Inept Villainess“ (BTWs you should def check it out, it’s really adorable and hilarious) and it weirdly inspired a AU in my head where Chloe (either through an Akuma or a random magical object - oh, or maybe she uses the Wish for it) switches bodies with Marinette around the start of Season 5 after causing an incident that gets her suspended/put on house arrest via Andre cutting a deal with the police.

And at first she’s practically thriving under all the love and attention she’s receiving from everyone as “the dumb baker girl” as well as finally having Adrien want to reciprocate her feelings and having the life she felt she deserved (and all while they’re hating on their precious angel without realizing it) - until she’s forced to put in the work required for all that and she realizes Marinette isn’t called “the everyday Ladybug” for no reason, and there’s a lot more to it and her life than she had assumed - especially when it turns out that title is quite literal. (and for the sake of ease/bonus trouble, we’ll pretend Felix did the smart thing tricked Gabriel into giving him the peacock and kept the ring, so no kwami stealing)

Meanwhile, Marinette’s stuck in Chloe’s body and understandably freaking out because not only is she now the most hated girl in Paris, she doesn’t have Tikki to help her and no way to let everyone know she isn’t actually Chloe (with all her attempts being seen as the blonde bully trying to get out of trouble again), with the only options of interactions being the hotel staff. Her only choice is to keep her head down and wait out “Chloe’s” punishment until a chance arrives or she can finally return to school and confront her. Well, at least she can take advantage of the fact that she’s stuck in the hotel with all it’s luxuries and no longer worrying about class rep duties, or having to make up homework because of her ladybug duties, or all those pressures of being guardian, or being told to “make a good example” of herself while being bullied, or being bugged by Lila, or having to go through another to-fail Adrien dating scheme...

Where was she going with this? Oh right, hunkering down until she can find Chloe-in-her-body and undo the swap! Shouldn’t be too hard to find a way to pass the time without issue, and it’s not like she’ll have any troubles to deal with in the mean time - after all, what problems could a privileged mean girl like Chloe Bourgeois have to deal with anyway? (The answer, it turns out - is alot)

[remycroft]

Cross my Heart, I hope you die || Heimdall (GoW) X Reader

Found - Chapter 2

I hated this, I hated every part of the last three years. I was being trained restlessly by my mother, she wanted me to be able to use a sword so we found one off a dead body, it was horrible craftsmanship and it wasn't sharp at all so I, not my mother, sharpened the blade for hours. My mother was also training me in magic more, that was my weakest point. I could do simple healing spells but they took a lot of effort, I could blast someone backwards a little bit, and I could help plants grow. I couldn't do the things she wanted me too, I was becoming even more of a failure.

My mother had also regained her ability to hurt people and now she was taking every chance she got when it came to Atreus and Kratos.

My mother, after my failure, was able to convince the mortals about Kratos causing Fimbulwinter but, like I thought, they were still alive. I was always waiting in the wings aiming arrows and daggers at them, I quite literally couldn't miss a shot. I used to think it was a good thing, now I'm clearly wrong.

I had skimmed Atreus cheek with an arrow and hit Kratos in the shoulder, this distracted them and allowed my mother to plunge her sword into his chest. This didn't cause fatal damage, I was conflicted on whether to be dissapointed or not, I wanted this to end but I didn't want either of them dead, they didnt deserve it.

I had found out from Atreus when he tried to make me drop my weapons that Baldur attempted to kill my mother for his 'enchantment', it was more like a curse, and that Kratos killed him to save her life. I had tried my best to convince my mother to spare them, she wouldn't listen. She was too overcome by emotions to listen to reason. That was a normal for her now, she refused to listen to anything I have to say.

Before this, I had only fought people once, it was necessary, a do or die situation. This was unfair, unnecessary. They weren't our enemy, Asgard was.

The Aesir destroyed our family, killed my father, cursed my mother, Odin probably helped turn Baldur against my mother, fed him lies. I know my mother hurt him but knowing how deep Odin's evil runs, there mustve been something else to make him that angry.

My mother was left in the snow, she sent a destructive avalanche their way in hopes to end their lives. I hope she failed. She failed

~

I was eating a rabbit when I heard the light footsteps of Atreus approaching. My mother paused her work on Thrungva, hopefully this doesn't class as him getting in the way.

"Freya - ." He exclaims, vines wraps around his body, what do I do here? Do I try my best to cut him out or hope that my mother releases him? I get my dagger out ready. "You should've stayed with Sindri." He was struggling even more, a vine wrapped around his neck and I made my decision.

I got up to go free him from the vines but before i take a step forward my mother wraps one round both my ankles and waist, shit. "Wait! Stop!" The boy shouts, his voice broken from the vines strangling him. "Your father- where is he?"

"Not here!" I was doing my best to break free, I had to help him. She hadn't tied my wrists so I brought my dagger to the vine and started cutting it away, as I cut through another one lashed around me. There was no hope of breaking free. "He sent you?"

"No. He doesn't know." As I lost hope of freedom the vine around my waist loosened and I eventually was set free. I stayed standing.

My mother gave me an apologetic look and I understood why she did it, she didn't trust them so she needed Atreus trapped. She stood and spoke turned to Atreus, "You shouldn't have come. He took my son, what makes you think I won't do the same?" She holds her blade to his throat and I run to hold her back, she tries to catch me in her vines but this time I saw it coming and they miss me. I grab onto her shoulder and remove her, making her stumble, she regains her bearings and she puts Thrungva back in her sheathe.

"Remember your promise to me! You swore he wouldn't be harmed if he didn't get in the way. This is not him getting in the way. Please mother, you're better than this, he's just a kid." She seems to calm down, her shoulders relax but then she sees something around Atreus' throat. I see it too. She puts her sword to his throat, cuts it off his neck and retrieves it. "What is that?"

"The tip of an arrow, that helped kill my son." How could Atreus be such an idiot? That's a great thing to bring when you come and talk to the woman whose son you helped murder.

This apparently helped his case, maybe she thinks he feels guilt over it. The vines around his neck loosen and fall to the ground.

"Thanks, I knew you wouldn't kill me."

"What do you know of me?"

"I know you haven't killed me yet, and I hope it's not just because of (Y/n), thanks by the way." I give him a curt nod. "So while you're thinking it over why don't you let me go and I can tell you why I came?"

"If you mean to plead for your father, save your breath. His fate is sealed."

"But you know who's to blame for everything..." At least I can agree with Atreus here, Odin is to blame and Odin has to die. "I cannot get to Odin. Nor do I need to. Ragnarok will take him." She feeds the fire with more wood and then Atreus says something which shakes me to my core,

"Yeah, well what if I told you that he came to Midgard." The rest of the vines trapping him fall. Odin was here, in Midgard. "He came to us, offered peace if we don't move against him." This was probably a lie, mother had told me how manipulative and deceptive Odin was. If I were to meet him, I wouldn't listen to a word he says. "He claims Ragnarok has already been averted." How could that happen? This was the world's fate wasn't it, the realms would be destroyed and everyone would die.

"He lies."

"Maybe. But if you know Groa's prophecy, you know it depends on an army of Giants." His voice was desperate, he didn't come here for his father, he came here to recruit us.

"The Giants wait for war in Jötunheim."

"No." This didn't sound good, "I've been there. There is no Giant army. There are no Giants at all." So Ragnarok has been averted, if there are no Giants then an army of Giants can't attack. It was nice to know we wouldn't all die but it was horrible to think Odin could still live. He deserves Ragnarok, to see everything he's gained be lost. "Just me." Atreus was a giant? "You..?" I asked, for a second I thought he couldn't be, he was too small and then I remembered that all Giants weren't actually giant.

He was completely released now and he walked towards us, "In Jötunheim we learned the truth, my mother was the last guardian of out people in Midgard. And that's not all, the Giants have prophecies about me. They know me as Loki." So Atreus was half-giant, half God? That was quite a heritage. When I found out he was also a demi-god I thought he was similar to me, but no, he was in fact better.

"I think maybe, I'm supposes to help stop Odin somehow." He can't think he can single handedly take on Odin, right? He was just a kid, where as Odin had armies, people, a stronghold. "But since all the Giants are dead, and you won't fight Odin, then he's already won." He sounded hopeless, I hated it. "Mother, we should help them." She didn't listen to me, of course she didn't.

"We should be working together? Now that you can fight again -"

"I am far from whole." That one hurt. I know the death of Baldur was horrible and I know I'm not the perfect child but I still was hers. It's been three years and until earlier she had grown so distant from me that it broke my heart. Why would I never be enough for her?

"Okay. But we found Tyr" so two half Giants who are against Odin exist. Still not an army. "Maybe if you spoke to him -"

"Tyr is alive?"

"Yeah, we broke him out of Svartalfheim." How could they get to Svartalfheim? Realm travel has been made impossible. "Impossible, the Nine Realms are closed to all." My mother states. "No, we opened up the way." How did that happen? "We just don't know where to go next, but if we all band together."

"Enough."

"He's right, mother."

"I said, enough!" She throws Atreus out of the courtyard and blocks his entry with a wall of thorns. "Mother!"

"Would you like to go with him?" I relented, I didn't want to leave her in the state she was in and besides that she was the most powerful being in Midgard right now, I was safe with her, I wouldn't be harmed if I was with her.

"Leave this place. Go and do not return. Go before I change my mind. Do not expect the same mercy for your father." I give a sweet smile to Atreus and he gives me an awkward one back.

~

"We should help them." I say as we return to our places by the fire. "No. I need to speak with Sigrun, find my wings then kill Kratos."

"How will your wings help you?"

"They will make me more whole and I'll also be able to fly." That was even more progress but then a thought came to my head. "Will I be left alone?" Her expression became the soft, loving one of my mother, "No, I'll speak to Sigrun, she'll help find my wings and then we will retrieve them." She removed a bit of my loose hair out of my eyes and I reveled in the touch. She seemed better when thinking of the idea, I was glad she was.

"Look, I know I haven't been the best mother to you and -" I didn't let her finish, I knew where it was going. I threw my arms around her and held her tightly to me, she wrapped her arms around me too and I was now the happiest I had been in years. She broke apart from me, "When I attack again, you will keep Atreus away, keep him safe. I will subdue Kratos and he will have a choice die, or with this new realm travel of theirs, help me regain my freedom." She'd come back to me, my mother was back. I nodded and I hugged her again, I was grateful I had my mother, the commander was gone.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter and thank you for reading my work. Also, be patient the man himself takes some time to appear, I want her built properly before her world goes upside down. 😉

[felixcloud6288]

I beat Dokapon Kingdom's story mode against three CPUs. The game went for 142 weeks.

My opponents were named Ajax, Eri, and Edmund.

I like to imagine Ajax is a scumbag who pretends to be a good person for clout and only wants to save Dokapon for power. He was typically the strongest one of us and seemed to have ridiculous luck getting equipment and items. He basically had main protagonist syndrome the whole game. I considered him my enemy (Derogatory).

I imagined Eri is just as much of a scumbag but she's open and honest about it. She tended to have the most money out of all of us, mostly because she'd steal it from Edmund, and then she'd proceed to lose it all. She was prone to just wondering around collecting towns and ignoring objectives. I considered her my enemy (Affectionate).

I imagined Edmund was a genuinely good person who earnestly wanted to save Dokapon, but the gods treated him as their plaything instead. He couldn't hold onto a weapon to save his life. His things were constantly taken from him (mostly by Eri), and he would constantly get trapped in fights he couldn't hope to win. I considered him my enemy (Sympathetic).

Major highlights of the game:

We spent around 2 months trying to bring roadblock rocks to the castle. Edmund kept going to the shop to buy them only for Eri, Ajax, and I to rob him. By the time the quest was finished, there were 15 roadblock rocks between all of us.

At one point in the above scenario, I was about to kill Edmund and get enough roadblock rocks only for Eri to kill Edmund with a magic item which denied me the chance to loot him.

Ajax got a powerful shield from Guts the blacksmith. On his next turn, he encountered Guts again and got an even better shield.

Edmund defeated Overlord Rico in a single hit in the Tower of Rabble. He then was trapped for two months because the first enemy he fought after beating Rico destroyed his equipment and Edmund couldn't beat any opponents in the tower. He only escaped when he randomly acquired a field warp.

Eri forced a blackmail on me while I was fighting Rico Jr. I died to the blackmail when Rico Jr. was one hit from defeat.

Ajax's first encounter in the underworld was Roche who proceeded to challenge him to rock-paper-scissors and then mock Ajax for losing.

I won the most castles and almost all of them got stolen by Edmund and Eri.

At one point, I attempted to unlock the Hero class and had an amazing set of items, including Revivals, a Guided Warp, and a Reveal. My very first turn on the Daunting Mountain, I was forced to accept a Big Bug which ate all my stuff.

At one point, I used a town warp hoping it would get me near Dokapon Castle and I instead warped to the town controlled by a big monster who one-shot me and sent me back to the other side of the map. When I revived, I used another Town Warp and warped to the exact same spot and died again.

I spent most of the game trying to grind job levels, as a result I was several levels behind the others. After Ajax failed to defeat Overlord Rico, I ambushed him to take his shield and went up 19 levels when I won.

For some reason, Ajax summoned monsters to take over the final continent which he mostly controlled. Then Eri, Edmund, and I took over all the towns. This single act is what caused Ajax to come in last.

I managed to get a rare accessory called the Wallace Badge which Ajax stole and threw away.

One time, I cast Blistered Feet on Ajax only for him to reflect it back at me. This was actually what I wanted because it meant I was guaranteed to move to the town directly next to me.

[undertale-anomaly20]

Mortal Kombat 9 x reader

chapter 2

Author P.O.V (it’s the same as 3rd P.O.V)

“no no no no no-! oh you jerk!” a girl yelled playing Mortal Kombat 10 since she already finished number 9.

Meet 18 year old (Name) Rain. A girl who was a curvy girl with no flab but no ab. She had long (Hair colour) hair and (Eye colour) eyes. Poor grades in school and still lived with her mom but she had the best job in the world according to her she was a beta game tester! She remembered everything and every game she played that included the story lines and cut scenes. But let’s skip right to the good part since A. it’ll be boring to explain everything and B. I’m super lazy with this bit. Anyway (Name) went to sleep and had a strange dream. She was walking along a coble stone path with cherry blossom trees making a tunnel over the path way. She wore her regular pyjamas which consisted of an oversized white t-shirt that had one sleeve hang off her shoulder, a sports bra underneath and long loose thin black track pants that touched the floor. Her hair was out and longer that it should be as it hung below her knees. She walked through the tunnel as a breeze blew past her carrying her hair with it letting it dance upon it. She stopped for a moment to see a red rose in her way as she picked it up she placed it in her hair. ‘this place…it’s too beautiful to exist’ she thought to herself. When she looked up she saw someone who has never appeared in her dreams before. Raiden stood before her only a few feet away “Raiden?” she asked and in response he nodded “I have come to give you a message” he spoke “once you see me again you must say ‘the cherry blossoms blooming in a field of fire has given me hope’ is that understood?” She was confused but nodded which caused Raiden to smile “you are our last hope, (Name) rain” he disappeared as the light indicating that she was waking up got brighter and brighter.

(Name)’s P.O.V “who is she? And what is she doing here?” “Liu Kang, I believe if you do not distance yourself from the girl before she wakes, she will surely scream in fear” ‘oh my head’ I open my eyes gently as I groan in discomfort when I realize I’m not in my own bed but more or less on a hard concrete like surface. I meet the faces of two very familiar people or rather characters Liu Kang and Raiden. “are you alright?” Raiden asked I was stunned as I looked at them both slowly sitting up. I looked to Liu Kang then to Raiden. “miss are you injured?” Raiden asked when I remembered what he told me in my dream. I take a deep breath and nod then say “the cherry blossoms blooming in a field of fire has given me hope” Raiden is stunned while Liu Kang is confused. Raiden snaps out of his stunned state and helps me up “so you are the girl the elder gods have sent” he said “I-I guess but why?” “Lord Raiden I am confused who is this girl?” Liu Kang asked I turn to him and look up at him “my name is (Name) Rain and well I guess the elder gods brought me here” “I have already explained to you Liu Kang that the other me died and the elder gods provided us all with a second chance not only that but a hero, from another dimension, to guide us” Raiden said then it clicked “whoa wait a second hold on your saying that I, a 18 year old teenage girl who fails some of her classes, can barely speak to another human being without stuttering and is clumsy beyond belief, am a hero chosen by your elder gods. Uh-uh I don’t think so” I said backing away when Liu Kang spoke “if lord Raiden says it is true then it is, Lady (Name)” I sigh looking down noticing that I’m still in my Pyjamas “ok, looks up at both of the men I can intervene when necessary” I said. They both nodded and walked with me.

Liu Kang seemed really interested in what I had to say about, well, anything “so where you are from are there any shaolin?” he asked I smiled and nodded “yes but I doubt any are as amazing as you Liu Kang” he blushed at my comment “thank you, Lady (Name)” I laughed a little causing him to be confused “what is so funny?” “you. Please drop the lady thing ok? Just call me (Name)” he smiled “alright, (Name). It’s interesting though” “what is?” “by the way you have told me about yourself I would have thought your hair would be shorter” “it’s supposed to be but I woke up like this. I don’t mind though I like it”

Time skip

We were surrounded by other participants I stay close to Liu Kang and Raiden when Shang Tsung stood up “Kombatants! The next match will now begin!” he announced. A burst of fire suddenly erupted on the battle field surprising me even though I have played this game. Seeing it on TV is one thing but being there to see it first hand is another. I gasp in surprise quietly but felt a hand on my shoulder I look to my left to see Liu Kang giving me a reassuring smile. “it’s alright no one will harm you” he whispered I nodded and smiled back “thank you” I whispered then looked back to the battle field to see Kung Lao against Scorpion “Never mind the Lin Kuei. Now you face a Shaolin” Kung Lao says as he accentuates his point by running two fingers across his razor-sharp hat and assuming a fighting stance ‘idiot, he’s gonna get his Shaolin ass kicked’ I thought to myself “You will regret your impulsiveness” Scorpion says assuming fighting stance and they fight. I watch in shock as they fight seeing blood fly and cringed hearing the crack of bones. Although an expert fighter in the Shaolin arts, the powers of the Netherrealm prove too much to cope with for Kung Lao. Scorpion soon beats him into an unconscious form on the ground. “You are not yet a warrior” Scorpion mocks. Without thinking I ran to him along with Liu Kang “Kung Lao!” he said worried I keel behind Kung Lao and place his head in my lap “Listen when your elders speak! You could not win this fight” I look up at Raiden in annoyance “maybe you should lecture him when he can think straight” I said then look at Scorpion who was…staring at me? He seemed shocked maybe it was because I just sassed Raiden. Liu Kang and Raiden help Kung Lao to his feet and walk him past Scorpion somewhere to be healed. I stand up after picking up Kung Lao’s hat and walk to the crowd and stand next to Sonya Blade she looks at me with worry as the fight between Nightwolf and Scorpion begin.

“young lady what are you doing here?” she whispered I look up at her “I’m here with Raiden and Liu Kang” “why?” “because I’m here to help” she looked at me funny “don’t underestimate me, ma ‘am. I’m very helpful” just as I said that the match was over and I spotted Raiden. I rush over to him and see Kung Lao and Liu Kang “Kung Lao are you alright?” I asked worried he smiles at me “yes I’m alright, lady (Name). Liu Kang and Raiden have already explained to me the situation of you being here” I smiled then hand him back his hat and stand next to him watching the match un aware of the two shaolin’s looking at me. Nightwolf's powers prove more of a match for Scorpion that Kung Lao did, but even he cannot withstand the fury of the vengeful ninja. Scorpion once again emerges victorious and leaves Nightwolf unconscious on the ground. I feel sorry for every person going against anyone from Netherrealm or out world. I start to pay attention to what they are saying in case I miss something “you will fight Sub-Zero soon enough” Shang Tsung says. He stands up and takes his leave, with Quan Chi following. As Scorpion lowers his head and ponders recent events, Raiden attracts his attention. “Scorpion, I understand your desire for revenge. But Nightwolf is right. There are other ways in which you may find peace” Raiden warns him “Sub-Zero deserves death” Scorpion replies I frown ‘no he doesn’t’ “Defeat Sub-Zero if you must, but do not kill him. I fear his death will give rise to a more treacherous foe” Raiden says trying to help “I will have my revenge” I decided to step in “listen we’re only trying to help. If you don’t kill Sub-Zero then Raiden will request that the Elder Gods return the Shirai Ryu to the realm of mortals, right?” I said looking at Raiden who nodded. I looked back at Scorpion, who looked, stared at me for moment then looked to Raiden and nodded then walked off. “Raiden, you wouldn’t happen to know why he was looking at me would you?” I asked “I’m sorry but I do not” he replied as I watched Scorpion leave. “well I’m going to find out” I say running after Scorpion.

2 hours later

“Damn how hard is it to find a Spector” I mumbled as I sat down in front of a lake. I look at my reflection and push a strand hair from my face. I close my eyes to gather my bearings for a few moments when I heard footsteps approaching me, when I open my eyes I see Scorpion. I quickly turn around to look at him and see him looking right back at me with his pure white eyes filled with hope? “Harumi?” he asked ‘who’s Harumi-? Oh no, he thinks I’m his dead wife!’ I thought since I remember the images Quan Chi showed Scorpion, his wife looked similar to me and wore a red rose in her hair. I give him a sad smile “I’m sorry but I’m not Harumi. My name is (Name)” his eyes show disappointment “my apologize” I shook my head “it’s alright, Scorpion. It’s not your fault” he held out a hand to help me up which I graciously took. “Scorpion would you be so kind as to guide me to where the next match will take place?” I asked looking up at him. He nodded and walked with me to the front of the door to Shang Tsung's throne room. Several kombatants are milling around discussing things with one another. Two of those kombatants are Cyrax and Sektor of the Lin Kuei. That’s when I remember the Sub-Zero match by then I realize Scorpion has approached Cyrax and Sektor ‘shit’ I quickly make my way to them “Your inferior clan is dead. Soon you will join them” Cyrax said to Scorpion I stormed up to him “if you haven’t got something nice to say, then keep that cesspool you call a mouth shut” I growled surprising the trio of men, Cyrax smirked and held my chin “I didn’t know that they let in such adorable girls into this tournament” he said trying to flirt making me blush I was about to punch him when Scorpion beat me to it.

“you will keep your blood soaked hand off, Lady (Name)!” he yelled. “A challenge! Scorpion versus Cyrax and Sektor!” Shang Tsung announced Liu Kang grabbed my hand and pulled me back to stand next to him, Kung Lao and Raiden. “I found out why he was staring at me” I said catching their attention “and what the reason?” Kung Lao asked I looked down sadly “he thought…I was his wife who was killed” I said sadly as I continued to watch the match. Both Cyrax and Sektor are formidable warriors with plenty of weapons and technology to fight with, but Scorpion's unnatural strength and powers still give him the edge in kombat. Both members of the Lin Kuei are soon knocked unconscious. “I will have my revenge, but I will not kill Sub-Zero” Scorpion says looking at me, I smile back giving a quick nod. “Will not? Or cannot?” we all look to the new voice to see Sub-Zero. Suddenly I had a moment where the world seemed to slow down ‘if I interfere, what will happen? Will I be changing the game completely or will something bad happen to me? Either way I won’t matter I must help’ “no to hell with you!” I was snapped out of my thoughts. Scorpion grabs Sub-Zero and they both disappear in a flash of hellfire. I try thinking of a way to stop Scorpion when I remembered Quan Chi ‘he teleports himself to the Netherrealm to antagonize Scorpion. That’s my chance’ I quietly and quickly sneak past the other kombatants to go near Quan Chi. Just as he is about to teleport I hold onto his belt undetected and become teleported to the Netherrealm.

I somehow got teleported a few feet away from them but I can clearly see Sub-Zero had been beaten into submission. I start walking over to them but stop once I see the ‘flash backs’ Quan Chi shows Scorpion. An entire village is in flames. Shirai Ryu clansmen are cut down by a hail of arrows. Another is decapitated by a Lin Kuei assassin. Yet more are run through by katanas from horseback riders and by arrows from archer marksmen. Among the horse riders is Sub-Zero. Seeing all that blood made me feel sick, I covered my mouth with my hand as I watched in horror “Your clan. Your family” Quan Chi said showing another vision is magically created by the sorcerer. It shows Scorpion's wife and infant son huddled in a corner of their home, the baby’s wails of terror break my heart. The door opens to reveal Sub-Zero, katana in hand. He unsheathes it, and unmoved by the wife's tears, brings the blade down. All that is seen is blood splattering the walls, along with the petals of a rose worn in his wife's hair. The implications are all too obvious.

“NO!” Scorpion yelled in pure rage the vision fades. Sub-Zero, badly wounded as he is, is on his feet and holding a hand up in mercy. “That is not me!” he cries out in fear Scorpion rips his mask off his head. All that is present is a skull enwrapped in flames ‘no!’ without a second thought I run to them “HANZO NO!” I yell out calling Scorpion by his real name. I jump in front of Sub-Zero with my arms stretched out wide panting Scorpion looked at me with, I think, wide eyes “Lady (Name) move aside” he said “not gonna happen!” I growl “he killed my clan! He slaughtered my family with no second thought!” “He doesn’t deserve to die like this!” “He deserves this death! Now move!” Quan chi smirked and said “I believe if Scorpion wishes to avenge his family and clan he must kill Sub-Zero” I growled and pointed my pointer finger at him “you stay out of this, Baldy!” I turned back to Scorpion “Remember the promise you made to Raiden. Remember why you made it! I’m not going to let you screw that up. Please, in time you’ll thank me for this” I said lowering my arms and slowly walking to him until I stood before him “Please Hanzo” I asked. He looked down at me for a few moments then nodded placing his mask back on I broke out into a huge smile “thank you” I said happily.

3rd P.O.V

Back in the throne room of Shang Tsung, Scorpion reappears. Shang Tsung smiles in anticipation. Wordlessly, Scorpion steps aside to reveal (Name) supporting Sub-Zero. Raiden smiles and nods towards the young girl. “alright, let’s get you to the infirmary” (Name) said guiding Sub-Zero out of the room, while Liu Kang and Kung Lao ranted about how dangerous that was and that she could have been killed. Sub-Zero kept struggling to walk as this strangely dressed girl helped him even at the risk of her own life. Once to the infirmary (Name) placed Sub-Zero down on a bed and began tending to his wounds “a fair warning about Scorpion, never insult his clan ever especially before a match, had I not been there you would have died” she said disinfecting the wounds “grunt I thank you Lady (Name) but you appear to be a normal human girl, how were you able to teleport to us?” Sub-Zero asked “I clung to Quan Chi’s belt and used him and I appear to be a normal girl because I am one. I’m just a normal 18 year old girl” she smiled as she bandaged the wounds “why did you save me?” “What did you want to die?” “It would have restored my honour” (Name) stopped and flicked him on the forehead.

“What was that for?” “for being an idiot, look all this honour bullshit is ridiculous, screw honour there is no honour in dying because you lost a match. It’s better to live another day than to die for something as silly as honour. Not everyone gets that choice whether they live or die be happy you do” Sub-Zero was amazed at the wisdom that came from this girl; she was wise beyond her year and yet still acted so young. Once she finished tending to the wounds she stood up “I better get going Raiden will be wondering how you are” she said offering one last smile before walking away “Bi-Han” Sub-Zero said causing (Name) to stop “pardon?” “my name is Bi-Han” (Name) smiled “it’s nice to meet you Bi-Han I hope to see you up soon” and with that she walked away leaving the Lin Kuei warrior blushing.

[300iqprower]

Hypothetical Rank Ups No. 86-88: Rama

Charisma B -> Kosala Battlecry B+

Increase ATK for all allies (3 turns).^ Apply Special DEF [Demonic] for all allies (3 turns). Decrease Debuff Resist for a single enemy (3 turns). Decrease DEF for a single [Demonic] enemy (3 turns). [Attack Up scaling increased to 10-20%, Special DEF scales from 10-30%, Debuff Res Down scales from 15-35%, DEF Down scales from 10-30%]

Gameplay wise the general idea here it to provide one aoe buff and one single target debuff, with an additional effect of each kind being provided against Demonic foes. I was initially considering an ATK down debuff, but lots of SR sabers already have that in their kit, plus Special DEF is more fun I find, and the debuff res down isn't anything insanely high, but high enough to synergize incredibly well with his peers, whether it be cancelling out passive resistance for someone like Yagyu or increasing the chance of Suzuka's charm to 100% and beyond.

Flavor wise this is probably my fav of the three! It's based on when Rama confronted Ravana's sons outside their father's lair, and how after Rama killed them, his men cheered so loudly that Ravana didn't even need to look outside to know his sons were dead and began mourning on the spot. Likewise, Rama's battlecry will break the spirit of any demonic foe and rally his allies against them in turn.

Curse of Separation A -> Devoted to Reunion EX

Apply Guts to self (1 time, 3 turns).^ Recover own HP.^ [1500-3500] Apply Charm Immune to self (3 times, 6 turns). Apply [Sita’s Guidance] buff to self (6 turns). Apply Delayed Buff (6 turns) [Activates upon Guts Usage]: - Remove [Sita’s Guidance] buff from self. - Decrease your Skill Cooldowns by 1 turn. - Remove own Debuffs. [Sita’s Guidance]: If Guts is active on self, Ignore Class Disadvantage when taking damage. [Guts scaling increased to 1000-6000HP, Heal increased to 1500-3500HP

So obvious lore is obvious but gameplay wise, there's a reason for that massive total HP recovery. The inherent issue with a Guts + Heal is that when the guts is only 3 turns, a heal can be pretty counterintuitive. To that end, we're keeping it at 3 turns, and we're actually buffing the heal further, but in exchange the Guts remains 3 turns on a 9/8/7 cooldown with it having a MASSIVE amount of recovery in exchange, so much that it's almost like a hard defense against noble phantasms. What's more, if that Guts DOES get activated, you get a turn immediately ticked off from the cooldown as well as a debuff cleanse, which while not likely to be enough for Rama to survive until the next Guts on his own, is definitely enough if he has some support. This means that while there's a lot of potential gain, you have to make sure you land a sweet spot of taking enough damage fast enough to trigger the guts, while also not being in a position where that high amount of damage means Rama will just get wasted immediately after regardless.

All of that isn't even getting into the unique effect that makes it so you might not even want the guts to be triggered, since it will remove Sita's Guidance, the spirit of Sita and her wisdom providing Rama with immunity to her class's normal advantage over Sabers like him (as well as Berserker and Pretender bosses!). This means you also cant rely on Berserkers as an easy way to get Rama's health whittled down fast.

Another important detail is that, while Rama's guts is 3 turns, Sita's Guidance and the delayed buff are twice that in duration. This means that while it'll normally only be active for that 3 turn window, the length of Sita's class nullification or opportunity to get the cooldown reduction + cleanse can be extended through guts CEs or support from someone like Boudica.

Lastly is the Charm Immune. Like Odysseus, Rama's devotion to his cause manifests as the ability to shrug off charm effects. Unlike Oddy, Rama er....wasn't ENTIRELY faithful. 3 times his faith in Sita was tested, and he ultimately failed in his fidelity, as such he has 3 charges of immunity. He'll be able to deal with normal charm skills easily, but if there's a dedicated gimmick for charm spam, he's by no means safe in the long run.

EX:

Blessing of Martial Arts A -> Mastery of The Astra A++

Increase own Critical Star Gather Rate (1 turn).^ Increase own Critical Strength (1 turn). Increase own NP Overcharge Level by 2 (1 turn). Gain Class Affinity advantage against [Saber], [Archer], and [Alter Ego] classes (1 turn). [Star Gather scaling massively increased to 500-5000%.]

No it's not strictly necessay but A. it completes the other side of the "Screw Class Affinity" coin, and B. The opportunity for flavor was too strong to resist. Rama's claim to fame is not his journey with Hanuman, his separation from Sita, the slaying of Ravana, or even his love of bananas - it's the sheer bloody number of Astras he possesses! Arjuna may have had quality, but Rama had him beat in spades when it comes to quantity, with Rama possessing more than any other hindu hero, full stop. This manifests as a series of burst effects that on a 4 turn cooldown (and with his potential cooldown reduction via Guts) can be used without restraint. This Astra Mastery buffs his NP proficiency, increasing its anti demonic qualities, it grants him immense critical potential by heightening his gather to that of a true demigod's glory, and of course those weapons of the gods grants him a variety of affinities, turning the tables on any of the Knight classes as well as creating a sort of conceptual weakness against composite beings, much like the ones found throughout hindu myth, thus granting him an anti-alter-ego niche as well.

So, in summary!

Rama's S3 become a sort of back and forth between immense survival potential and incredible utility, and the rest of his kit highlights his role as a low-downtime burst unit with an anti-demonic niche that, unlike Tsuna's unparalleled burst damage, focuses much more on team survival, and can easily be used in conjunction with a niche for bypassing class-weaknesses, bursting down the always tricky-to-deal-with Alter Egoa, and even turning the tables on servants whose class would render them a poor target for other anti-demonic sabers.

[lani-heart]

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parings -> sim jaeyun x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> n/a word count -> 1.5k

abstract -> Don't you wanna make those dreams come true?

y/n’s perspective

“No,” I said and he sighed. “Please y/nnie! He needs a home!” Haechan pouted and I scoffed. “Then you take care of him! I don’t have the time to take care of a hybrid…” I muttered and he chuckled.

“Which is exactly why you need one… he's very low maintenance, actually he can take care of himself. I think you need someone to take care of you” he said and I sighed… 

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” I said and he sighed… “Have you eaten today?” he asked and I sighed. “I didn’t have the time… I was studying–” “You’re always studying… Jay can help take care of you” he suggested and I shook my head.

“I couldn’t do that to him… he needs a good home,” I said and he smiled. “He’s had so many owners and yet none cared to keep him. All of them had all the money he could ever want…” he said and I sighed… 

“I really need to keep this scholarship, Haechan–” “How about a deal?” he asked and I knew I shouldn’t trust him but anything to make him shut up

“If under your care, you fail your next bio midterm, I'll find someone else… but if you can handle it please show him a good home” he begged and I sighed. “Fine…” I said not knowing what else to do about the whiny junior in front of me. 

“Okay! Let me text Mark that you agreed!” He said and I scoffed. Of course Mark was also involved… Eventually he came with a hybrid next to him.

“Ok, Jay here is a bird hybrid so he can only wear collars… he goes to the classes available on campus and Riki the devil hybrid’s lovely angelic owner got a new collar for him because I asked so nicely!” he said and I sighed.. 

“Hey you never know, by adopting a hybrid maybe the principal's daughter will be impressed by you” Mark said and my eyes widened. “You think?” I asked now hopeful and they chuckled. 

“I don’t get why you admire her so much…” Haechan said and I smiled. “Cause she’s so sweet, and she actually offered the scholarship to me. Without her I wouldn’t be in this school” I said and he sighed.

“Maybe I should ask her to pay my tuition,” Haechan said and Mark laughed. “Good luck, she won’t even pay for Jisung’s meal card, '' he said and I looked at the hybrid who only awkwardly stood there looking at the ground. 

“Hello! I’m y/n… I don’t think I'll be your permanent owner but I’ll try my best in the time we’re together” I said and he nodded. He was really pretty…

“We’ll let you guys get acquainted” Haechan said as he left us two. “What do you like to do Jay?” I asked and he shrugged. He seemed very silent… this was gonna be very awkward then. “I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable… I do live in a single dorm but it is quite small” I said and he still didn’t say a word. 

Did he hate me already? I know Haechan said his previous owners were all of the rich kids on campus but… I couldn’t afford the lifestyle they can, I can only afford this school because of my scholarship that I was given another chance with. 

“Jay… I hope we can get along”

jay’s perspective

I can’t believe I got replaced by a mutt and was now left with her… I was still given my classes but this was all ridiculous! So when I saw him walk in front of me with new designer clothes and a new collar more expensive than anything my new temporary owner owns, it pissed me off. 

What did he have that I didn’t?! The puppy looks?!  

“She’s your owner now huh?”  I said when he turned to look at me disappointed to see me… We weren’t exactly friends…

“I hope you enjoy it, she’s a bitch who doesn’t know how to do anything herself. You constantly complain and are gonna make you do so many stupid things just to humiliate you!” I said letting the anger get to me… she really was the worst. All of them were.

“She wouldn’t do that” he muttered and I scoffed, I don’t know I was so angry that I grabbed his shirt enough to get aggressive with him... “You’ve suddenly changed from rags to riches and think it doesn’t come for a price!” I said… funny it's almost like we switched spots. 

“You know nothing about– I knew you were hurt but–” “Why are you suddenly mentioning her?” I asked, now confused… e/n was his owner, wasn’t he? “She adopted me… not like it's any of your business,” he said and I sighed… so she didn’t adopt him? Or did she just beat her to it?

“Is the free trial bird causing you trouble? I would too if I suddenly lost everything and suddenly became a freeloading hybrid!” Sunghoon laughed and I scoffed.

“You shouldn’t be laughing? From what I heard your owner doesn’t even know–""Shut up before I make sure this pretty little bird can’t sing again” he threatened… 

“Sore subject? I wouldn’t want to remember you either, Sunghoon '' I said and he glared not saying anything else as I sat down in a different seat than I normally would. 

First Riki now Jake? They both got the happy endings they want… don’t they? So… what about me?

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[smallplaceinthecosmos]

Sometimes I can't believe how cruel and selfish I used to think people were. Or, that is to say, I can believe it, I just can't believe I was taught that as a child. As a young child, even, since before I can remember.

But I can see exactly where it came from. I know what the thought process is. First you're told, "people are inherently sinful and, when left to our own devices, will commit every heinous act under the sun because it's our natural inclination." This is great for hooking people who already feel bad about themselves, because step 2 is "but Jesus protects you from your own sinful nature, so you just have to obey him instead of your own wants for the entire rest of your life then you'll have True Joy!"

(This does not stop the feeling bad about yourself, by the way. It really just makes it worse. But that's a topic for another post.)

Well, now you're protected from your sinful nature. But what becomes of everyone else who hasn't been?

Everyone - and I mean EVERYONE - who you don't have a personal relationship with or who isn't preaching their salvation on the street corners starts to become inherently sinful, naturally inclined to evil, and probably out to commit those sins against YOU, personally, because thinking you're in a small pocket of True Saved People in a sinful world gives you a bit of a victim complex. And so the world becomes hostile, evil, nowhere outside of home or church is truly safe, and anyone could be out to get you - and all sins are equal, but even more likely that trans person, that black person, that person who acts strange in public that I'm going to assume is a drug addict, because they don't look or act or believe Like Us so they're Not Saved which means They're Sinful And Evil.

I had to work more to train myself out of thinking some ways than others, but by and large, as I got older - and especially as I grew out of being afraid to talk to people (which I am just now realizing may have been partially caused by the above indoctrination partially) - it was just so blatantly not true.

The cruelest and meanest people I've ever met in my life are people who wholeheartedly believe everyone else is exactly the same as them, but they're so so wrong.

Assholes exist and they often make themselves known, but my car broke down on Monday and like six different people stopped to ask if I needed help. When I cut all my hair off and my parents said they didn't think I'd like it, people went out of their way to talk about how nice it looked, and I still get compliments on it three years later. (The only disapproval I got was from men at my parents' church who also had daughters. Go figure.) When college was terrible and bad and I failed everything, my advisors didn't demean me and weren't dismissive of me going back to take the classes again, they just said "Ok let's get you signed up again :) Good luck :)" and sent me on my way.

People are SO good. They WANT to be good. If you give people a chance, they will try their best to be kind, and if they aren't, there's a reason. If you believe that everyone is cruel and mean, it's not everyone else, it's just you.