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bisexualiteaa · 4 months ago

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Viktor Vektor x Fem!V Reader (SMUT MDNI!!)

CW: established relationship, pre-Konpeki Plaza incident, slight deviation from plot, slight deviation from story, slight deviation from game, mentions of injuries, mentions of surgeries, cursing, dirty jokes, accidental Voyeurism, masterbation, getting caught, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving) fingering, cream pie, possible spelling/grammar errors.

AN: Hi guys! Been a minute but I’ve been suuuper hooked on Cyberpunk and lately the hyper-fixation has resurfaced. There is a criminal lack of smut for our favorite Ripper-Doc daddy Viktor here and I wanted to help change that! Please be forgiving, I wrote this rather late at night and on a manic whim, but otherwise I hope y’all enjoy! ♥️

It had been a few days since the last time you got a chance to see and spend time with your favorite ripper doc, and more recently your boyfriend Viktor. You were on a rather stressful, yet important mission with Jackie that you had just returned from. You were happy to finally be done with it so you could relax some and recoup from your injuries obtained from it. It was nothing major of course, some bruises, sore muscles and a couple of nasty looking gashes but nothing terribly urgent. However, you knew Viktor knew best about these sort of things and would help you out, plus you knew it was an excuse to stop by his clinic. Not that you really needed one, you were his partner after all, but you took the opportunity anyway to pay him a surprise visit. “Don’t know about you chica, but I’m starving, thinking of going and grabbing a bite to eat. Wanna come with?” Jackie offered kindly, as he always did. Something you normally took him up on after missions as big as these were to celebrate coming back from, but since you’d gotten with Vik, you spend a lot less time at the bar drowning your stress with tequila shots and spending it with your loving ripper. The days of pondering if anyone would miss you if you didn’t come back from missions, or pondering if you would ever find someone to come home to after them that would be glad to see you back alive were over. You didn’t feel a need to get as wasted as you used to before, not with Vik around. You had proof that someone in Night City cared if you came home, cared if you made it back alive. That was more than you could ever want. “Thanks Jackie, but I think I’m gonna pay Vik a visit. Haven’t seen him since before we left, might see if he wants to grab lunch together and have him check out the damage” you replied, watching as a knowing grin reached your best friend’s face. “No hard feelings chica, I get it. I’m sure he wants to know his el cariño is safe and made it back in one piece. I’ll probably drop by afterwards to see Misty, bring her something to eat from her favorite place as a surprise. Have fun playing doctor” he said with a grin and wiggle of his eyebrows, making you laugh and roll your eyes at his silly comment. “Yeah, yeah. See ya later Jack” you replied, making him laugh before waving goodbye as he started to walk towards his and Misty’s favorite place to eat and from there that’s where you two parted ways.

As you made your way to the ever familiar back alley clinic, whose path you’ve likely taken over a million times in the years you’d known him, you couldn’t help the excitement that began to flutter in your stomach with seeing him. Sure you’d been on missions before where you couldn’t come and see him after, but for the most part, you spent all your free time together. Whether it was enjoying some drinks together while watching old boxing matches, or having nice date nights, there was a reason why some of your things were left at his apartment and why some of his things were left in yours. Spending the night over was a common occurrence between the two of your apartments. You smiled warmly as you greeted Misty, giving her a hug, assuring her that both you and Jackie were safe and well, then letting her know Jackie would be by later for her before descending to Viktor’s clinic. You entered as quietly as you could in order to surprise him, but also not to distract him incase he was in the middle of a procedure or with a patient. The clean smell of sanitary products and rubbing alcohol, mixed with his cologne, filled your nose with a sense of familiarity that had you relaxed already. You were glad to be back. You found him to thankfully not have any clients at the moment, and instead found him lounging in his chair watching something rather intently on one of his monitors. You figured it was likely one of his old boxing matches, he always liked to watch them in his free time when he didn’t have any clients or after the shop was closed up for the day. He would sit, picking apart his techniques and sort of reliving his younger days through them all, sometimes even using them to give you tips on how to better your close combat skills. You couldn’t quite see what it was that he was watching, but judging by the occasional sounds of what sounded like skin being slapped or hit, you figured it to be the case.

That was, until you saw his head tip back. His eyes fluttering shut and a deep, almost gravely, groan escaping his throat that left you blushing. It was soft, quiet enough to just barely be heard but you would never mistake that low timber for anything, not when you heard it just about every night you shared a bed with the man. “V…” he quietly moaned, further proving your growing suspicion that you had accidentally walked in on him working off some stress. You’d never walked in on him taking care of himself before, you didn’t really know what to do in this instance. You wanted to look away and turn around to allot him his much deserved privacy, but you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from the sight of him like this. The pornographic sounds of his whines and moans, the slick sound of his pre cum as lube that clearly was being lathered up and down his dick as he pumped it in his hand. You wondered if maybe you were dreaming, that this was all some heated dream you’d wake up from but no. This was real.

You were surprised at the fact that he still hadn’t noticed your presence, usually he was so vigilant when it came to people coming into his clinic, or at the very least he would spot you through the reflection off of his monitors. Yet it was as if you weren’t even there. Even as you stood just feet away from him, completely enamored and absorbed into watching how his tattooed arm would flex, showing off the veins and muscles underneath all the ink as his large hand would glide up and down his shaft. A blush rose to your cheeks as you watched him please himself, unable to help the heat that coursed through you at the sinful sight you had walked in to see. Paired with the utterance of your name from his lips, you could feel the fire beginning to stoke in your core with growing need, morphing from a small ember into a raging flame rather quickly. You let your curiosity get the better of you, doing your best to peek your head at what he was watching, and trying to do so without disturbing him or being caught. Seeing as you now knew what he was up to, you were curious as to what it was that grabbed the man’s attention, what fantasies plagued his mind that you could keep in the back of yours to use sometime. You wondered if he would be the type to be embarrassed by his browser history, or if he was rather vanilla. However, to your surprise, instead of seeing him browsing through any porn sights Viktor was watching a sex tape you both had made a few weeks back. One where you were riding him, donned in a nice lingerie set that he had surprised you with as a gift after seeing you admiring it at one of the stores he accompanied you to. You remember coming home from that date night, having finished a rather fancy dinner at one of your favorite restaurants, followed by a trip to the mall where you had no idea he bought that set for you when you weren’t looking.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the decadent display of Viktor, the calm, collected and never untidy ripper doc, with his pants dropped just enough to allow him to hold his dick in his hand, jerking off in his chair to a video of you riding him in a cute teddy bodysuit with the bottoms of it pulled to the side. You grinned to yourself, almost with pride, as that heat filled your core upon your discovery. You left him like this. You did this to him. You unraveled the man that was always so put together, and something about knowing that sent pleasant shivers through you. You couldn’t help the way your body grew almost unnaturally hot, the way your need for touch had grown nearly unbearable as you watched him get off. Your need to be with him, to feel him had grown so much more apparent. It had only been a few days but to you, it might as well been weeks, months even with the way your body craved him like an addiction. But he was the finest addiction in your eyes, and perhaps now you weren’t the only one in need of a fix.

“Hey Vik” you finally spoke, casually enough to not let on that you’d been watching him for a while now, but it was still enough to make him jump and do his best to tuck himself back into his pants as fast as he could without raising any suspicion. “V! Shit, you startled me kid” he said, making you chuckle as he powered off the monitor he was watching the video on. “Glad to see you made it back in one piece, started to worry when I didn’t get a call or text from you” He added, making you smile softly at his concern for you and your safety. It always made you feel loved, cared for in a way that only Viktor could make you feel. “Sorry. I meant to text you but, thought dropping by for a surprise would make your day a little brighter” you said, a blush rising to your cheeks as you looked at him, trying your absolute hardest to look him in the eyes and speak to him like you didn’t just see him fucking his hand and wishing it were you. His face was flushed a slight tinge of red, his breathing still not fully under control yet and you could see the outline of him through his pants. Was there anything this man could do and not look so damn good while doing it? “I clearly do more for you than just startle you by the looks of it. Was coming by to surprise you and see if you wanted to grab lunch but I think I walked in on a more…intimate matter. Been a stressful day, or did you just miss me?” You asked with a playful grin and watched as his face turned even more red upon the realization that you had caught him in the act. He chuckled a little at your question, hoping it would ease his nerves some from being caught. You’re his girlfriend after all, he knew he didn’t need to be ashamed of you catching him, you’d been together long enough and known one another long enough for that to never be an issue. Yet being walked in on like he was a horny teenager incapable of resisting the hormonal influxes, left him more than just a little embarrassed. “Ahh, seems I didn’t hide the evidence quick enough. Forgive me, it’s been a rough few days and I so happened to stumble across the video we made. Had me thinkin’ about you” he admitted as you came closer to him, looking him up and down and enjoying the slightly disheveled and rather flustered sight of him that you were graced with. “You don’t have to explain yourself or apologize to me babe, I get it. It’s been a rough few days for me too, nothing to be ashamed of. It’s nice to know I’ve been on your mind like you’ve been on mine” you said sweetly, your hands massaging his shoulders to help relieve the tension from them, and judging by the groan that left him, you’d say it was appreciated. “You’re always on my mind, kid” he said, making you giggle as your hand traveled down his arm comfortingly before you leaned down to kiss him softly and slowly. “Purely or impurely?” You asked between kisses with a cheeky grin, making him laugh. “I think we both know the answer to that, V. I might be getting old, but I’m still a man” he said, making you giggle. “I’m flattered, truly” you replied with a smirk that never seemed to leave your lips. “Do I even dare ask the same question in return?” He asked with a playful grin of his own, making you hum in response. “You’re always on my mind, Vik. Purely and impurely” you admitted before kissing him once more, allowing you both a peaceful moment to enjoy being back in one another’s presence again. Getting lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, the taste of him dancing on your tongue. “Although I have to say, it’s pretty hot seeing you all disheveled and desperate in your normally clean and orderly clinic. Was quite the sight to walk in to” you said, making him chuckle as he pinched your hip playfully in retaliation, making you yelp in surprise and him smirk as he pullled you into another kiss, wanting to feel you against him again, be close to you after not seeing you for the past few days.

You hummed pleasantly into it, wanting nothing more than to melt into him as your legs straddled his lap. “Need some help? I happen to be pretty good at helping you work off stress” you offered between kisses, making him chuckle as his hands found their way to your hips again, soon resting there. A deep, gravely groan left his throat into it at your kind offer and the way you rolled your hips against his. “Fuck, I missed you kid” he said, making you giggle softly into it. “I missed you too, Vik” you replied softly, pulling away to look into his eyes beneath his dark shades, your hand resting on his stubbled cheek. God it felt good to be back. “What do you say I help you take care of that tension and we go grab lunch afterwards, hmm? My treat” you asked, making him chuckle as your fingers drew absent minded shapes along his chest and collarbone. “Sounds like an offer I can’t refuse” he said, making you giggle as you got up from his lap only for a moment, swaying your hips as you sauntered towards the entrance to his clinic, locking and closing off the gate so that no one would try to stop by and interrupt your much needed alone time. “Good! We can even record it if you’d like. Happy to make another tape with you seeing you liked the last one so much” you suggested with a wink, making him chuckle. How could he say no?

You smiled happily as you straddled him on his chair once more, his large hands resting on your ass beneath your short skirt, groping it on occasion as he kissed you deeply. You both moaned into it as you rolled your hips against his, feeling his clothed dick throbbing and rubbing against your aching clit. As you moaned into your shared kiss, his tongue began to explore yours, tangling in a fight for dominance that neither of you truly cared to win. You just needed one another. You could taste the coffee he’d been drinking, mixed with the addicting taste that is him. Your hands were at the back of his head, fingers carding through and tangling in his dark hair in a desperate attempt to keep him as close to you as you possibly could. You wanted so badly to take things slow, to savor the feel of him against your skin but you both were so desperately in need that you knew it was going to be impossible to take things slow at this rate. You both felt like two feral animals in heat, you could hardly keep yourselves off of each other.

When you both broke for air was when you started removing each other’s clothes. First was his scrubs shirt and under shirt, followed by your shirt and bra, then next was his pants and boxers. You truly could never get over the sight of him naked. From every part of his toned and muscular body, to the dark, but well groomed, happy trail leading to his dick, you swore there was no better sight in this world than the man that sat before you. You sunk down to your knees in front of him, practically drooling over the sight of his cock that throbbed with need just inches from your face. You laid teasing butterfly kisses to his inner thighs, your hands squeezing and kneading them as you worked your way towards where he needed you most. “Missed you so much, Vik” you said, your eyes fluttering up to look at him through your lashes from where you were kneeling. Had he no restraint, he would have likely cum right then and there from the sight alone. You had a wonderful way of making him feel young again. “Missed cuddling you” you started as you laid another kiss to his inner thigh. “Missed getting absolutely ravaged by you” you added, placing another sweet kiss, this time to the underside of his shaft, making him groan as his dick twitched against your soft lips. “Missed waking up to you” you continued as your lips finished their ascent to his tip. “Missed this…missed you so much, daddy” you said sweetly, your tone dripping with sweet saccharine as you threw out one of his favorite things to be called by you, and that was what really got to him. His hand came to your head, fingers carding through your hair to keep it out of your face as you dragged your tongue up his length before swirling it around his sensitive cock head. He groaned as you did so, making you giggle as you looked up at him while you did it. “Yeah? Daddy missed you too, baby. Missed that sweet mouth and this gorgeous body so fuckin’ much” he admitted, making you hum as you wrapped your lips around just his tip, giving a few sucks while looking up at him before popping him back out of your mouth. “Gonna show you how much I missed you” you said, your hand cupping his balls before wrapping your lips back around him and taking as much of him as you could. He groaned as you did, spreading his legs more to allow you better access before tipping his head back. “Fuck…good girl. You always make daddy feel so good, daddy’s perfect girl” he praised as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, being sure to use your tongue to swirl around his head, and stroke the sensitive vein that traveled along the underside. You looked up at him through your lashes as you did, granting him the sight of your teary eyes as mascara began to run and transfer onto your cheeks as well as the look of pure pleasure and love that filled your eyes upon looking at him. You wanted nothing more in this world than to make him feel good, to make him anywhere near as happy as he makes you and damn it you were going to do whatever it took to make that happen.

The sloppy, near pornographic sound of your mouth on his dick and his low moans filled the space of the otherwise empty clinic. You looked up at him, marveling in the way his brows knitted together with pleasure, the way his eyes, when they weren’t fluttered shut, were trained on you. Watching intently from beneath his shades as his cock disappeared and reappeared from between your lips. “Doin’ so good for me. Makin’ me feel so good, you miss the taste of me while you were gone? Miss having daddy’s cock in your mouth?” He asked, making you look up at him and mumble a “yes” the best you could with him sitting heavily on your tongue. “It isn’t polite to talk with your mouth full, baby- fuck…but I’ll forgive you” he replied, pulling your head off of him before you would make him cum. “Can’t let the fun end here though, sweetheart. Got too much I want to do to you” he said, sending pleasant tingles straight to your aching core as all sorts of ideas began to race through your mind at what he had in store for you.

You yelped playfully in surprise and interest as he picked you up effortlessly, your legs wrapped around his hips as he placed you down in the operating chair. You grinned and giggled as he climbed on top of you, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes trailed his every move. “You know, I always have fantasized about having sex with you in your operating chair” you admitted, making him chuckle as your arms looped around his neck, looking up at him with a lustful, yet loving gaze. “I know” he said, making you blush out of surprise at his reply. “You *knew*? How?” You asked, genuinely curious now, making him grin wider. “Last time I upgraded your chrome and put you under for it, when you woke up you were still rather out of it and told me” he admitted, making you laugh because that sounded exactly like some shit you would do. “Fuck, of course I did. Well, hey, at least it shows you how much I want you” you replied with a giggle, making him chuckle. “Dirty girl, whatever will I do with you?” He asked, making you grin as your eyes peered up at him with that half lidded expression he loved so much. “Fuck me good and show me how much you missed me” you answered coyly, making him chuckle again as you giggled mischievously. “Ask nicely, only good girls get treated like that. You gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, making you shake your head yes as he removed your underwear from you, tossing them aside to be forgotten about until later. “Be so good for you, daddy” you replied in almost a whisper, making him grin. “Good girl. How about you let daddy repay the favor of you making him feel so good then, hmm?” He asked, making you bite your lip again as his lips trailed down your body, stopping at your chest to bring one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth, sucking and laving his tongue over it before letting off with a pop to pay attention to the other one. Your body arched up against him with a whine, your fingers finding their way into his hair once more as he showed some love to your tits before returning to his original path. He made it down your chest, past your stomach, soon kissing your inner thighs as you’d done to him before sliding your skirt up a little and finally reaching your dripping cunt.

Viktor wasted no time, almost as soon as your skirt was lifted up enough to allow him space to slot himself between your legs, your cunt was on his mouth. You moaned as his tongue flicked and circled your clit with practiced precision, your eyes rolling to the back of your head from the blissful sensation. “Fuck! Vik, oh my god…feels so fucking good” you moaned desperately as your chest heaved with every breath you took, your hips rolling against his tongue in time with his rhythm. He chuckled into you, looking up at you from between your legs to see you writhing with pleasure, pride filling his chest at the way he already had you nearly crumbling in his hold. Your head was tilted back, your bare chest rising and falling with each labored breath you took and your thighs held him captive in a near vice like grip. All the lovely things he’d been picturing while you were gone, he could finally have now. “Always such a sweet thing for me” he praised, spreading your thighs apart and pinning your hips down as he indulged in you as if you were his last meal on death row. You bit your bottom lip to hold back the loud moan that threatened to leave you as his tongue circled your clit in a rhythm that left your head spinning. “Oh no, none of that. I’ll warn you if you’re being too loud, I want to hear you, baby” he replied before diving back down to flutter his tongue against your clit and occasionally prod your entrance with the wet muscle. You sighed blissfully as he did, feeling that knot beginning to pull taut within you rather quickly. “Better. Keep makin’ those pretty sounds for me” he said as he continued at the pace he was at, feeling the way your cunt fluttered around nothing and hearing the way your voice grew a little higher in pitch. All tell-tale signs that your climax was near. “Give it to me baby, c’mon, cum for me” he said, making you look down at him, and you swore if it weren’t for the way his tongue worked you expertly, it would have been the sight alone of him between your thighs devouring you that sent you to your peak. “Fuck! Vik!” Was all you could get out before your thighs tensed, your back arched and a powerful orgasm washed over you, making him moan into you at the sight before helping you down from cloud nine.

The look on your face was one he did everything he possibly could to ingrain into his memory forever. You always looked absolutely stunning in his eyes, but underneath the fluorescent lighting of his neon signs, the medical lights and the reflecting blue light of his monitors, you looked ethereal. Your furrowed brows, your kiss swollen, spit slickened lips that were opened in an O shape, your pupils blown wide with lust and need as you looked up at him. He admired the scratch marks and hickeys that now adorned your skin, his eyes tracing their descent down to where your bodies were connected. With each intense thrust of his hips, he watched as your breasts would jiggle along with your thighs and ass, a display he just couldn’t get enough of. He swore you were a goddess lying before him, and he had no idea how he was the man lucky enough to win your affections but he was damn proud of it. His one hand was planted next to your head, keeping him up and stable as his other gripped your thigh while he rutted into you. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, paired with your shared pants and moans, filled the air of the clinic in a sinful cacophony. “Vik…” you let out, making him snap back into reality as he smiled softly down at you. He loved the sound of his name falling from your lips. It had never sounded sweeter than when spoken by you. “Yeah, honey? Feel good?” He asked, as if he even needed to with the sounds that you were making for him. You could have easily been mistaken for a cock drunk whore with the way you were reduced to nothing but incoherent babbles and whines of his name. You shake your head yes at him in response nonetheless, knowing that your mind was too lost in pleasure to form a coherent response, much less the proper words to speak them. Your arms reached out for him, begging him to close the distance between you and kiss you. A subtle, yet sweet reminder that you weren’t here just for the sex, you weren’t around just because you needed a good fuck. You were here because you wanted *him* and craved the intimacy of having him against you. He chuckled as he closed the distance between you, lowering himself enough to bring his lips to your softer, but slightly chapped, ones while still angling his hips to hit those spots deep inside you that made your eyes roll back. You moaned sweetly into it, your hands migrating all over his body as your sweet kiss turned into a passionate, almost carnal battle of tongues and teeth. Your nails dug crescent shapes into his back, as well as leaving trails of puffy red lines along his skin from pleasure as you were both swept up in the heat of the moment. “Viktor…” you sighed blissfully as his tip nudged that spot deep inside of you that had you seeing stars, your body arching a little from the cushioned chair you were lying in. “Right there, fuck…!” you moaned, making him grin and chuckle as he angled his hips to specifically brush past that spot.

You could feel the coil in your stomach beginning to wind tight again, with each stroke leaving you closer and closer to tipping off the edge and into pure bliss. “Cum for me, V. I’ve got you” he assured as his gaze once again fixed on you. Despite the fact that he was dangerously close to his own climax, Viktor was a man of class. He always made sure you finished first, no matter how long he had to prolong his pleasure for. His free hand trailed up your thigh to your core, his fingers rubbing tight circles into your clit to push you further towards the edge. After all, what’s more romantic than steamy, welcome home sex where you cum together? He felt your walls close around him a little tighter, fluttering slightly, a sign his fingers were doing just the trick in helping you reach your peak. “Oh fuck, Vik! ‘M gonna-“ was all you could utter out before your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, leaving your body arched from the chair as you clung to Viktor for dear life. Your cunt clenched down around him, milking him of everything he could possibly give you as he came in you with a deep, sexy groan. You both sat still for a moment, panting in the effort to catch your breath and calm down as you both took the time to bask in the glorious afterglow together. “I love you, V” he spoke, breaking the peaceful silence with heart spoken words. You smiled warmly up at him, he didn’t need the words in response, that gorgeous smile of yours was enough of a reply in his eyes. You hummed pleasantly as he kissed you, his lips a tender, sweet caress compared to just moments before as you felt him pulsate inside of you with each rope of his seed that filled you. “I love you too, Vik” you replied with a happy smile, pressing your forehead against his, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment to enjoy the intimacy for just a little longer.

When Viktor found his forearms aching was when he finally pried himself from you, albeit begrudgingly, but he knew better than to risk the mobility and surgical precision of his hands and arms. You giggled as he sent you the most star struck look, smiling at you with nothing less than pure love and adoration after he pulled out and looked for a towel to help clean you up. “Now that’s one hell of a sight” he commented as he came back over, gesturing to you on his operating chair, naked, legs spread and his cum dripping out of you. You giggled again before hissing in over sensitivity at the feel of the wet towel cleaning your spent pussy. “Maybe next time I’ll dress like a nurse, and let you do it again” you quipped with a grin, making him shake his head and laugh as he stopped the recording and helped you retrieve your clothes before putting his own back on. “Already bad enough that I’ll never be able to look at it again without picturing me fucking you in it” he said, making you grin. “But is that *really* such a bad thing?” You asked playfully as you leapt up from the chair, on slightly wobbly legs, to get dressed, earning an eye roll from him at your jest. “Yes and no. While it’s a great mental picture, it’ll be hard to explain to clients why I might be a little…lost in thought when I ask them to lay on it” he replied, making you hum. “Fair point, but was it worth it?” You asked, making him laugh as he came up from behind you, wrapping his muscular arms around your frame as he placed a quick kiss to your cheek. “Always” he replied with a contented smile, feeling your hands come up to touch his arms as you leaned your head against him. “You really know how to wear me out, kid” he joked, making you giggle. “Well, a handsome ripper once told me that if you aren’t feeling a hundred percent; that you should stay home, hydrate and rest. Recovery is always important” you replied, making him laugh as he pinched your hip playfully to get a squeal from you. “Not that you ever listen to that advice” he jabbed, making you laugh. “Touché but c’mon, Vik! Just let me have a good excuse to drag you from the clinic and spend the day with you. I’m still buyin’ lunch!” You said, giving him your best puppy dog eyes you could to convince him to close up for the day and spend it with you. “Alright, alright. I guess closing up early for once to spend time with you wouldn’t hurt” he said, making your eyes light up with joy as you smiled happily. “Fuck yeah! Should probably head home and shower first though, I can’t say I’m exactly the most presentable” you said, making him quirk a brow at you in interest as he got all his things together. “Just where are you planning on taking me?” He asked, making you smile excitedly. “‘member our first date? Thought maybe we could pay it a visit again. Get all gussied up and treat ourselves to a nice night filled with champagne, good food and love” you said, floored at the fact that you could think of something so mushy and romantic on such short notice. “So long as you’re there, any of it sounds delightful” he said as you both walked out of the clinic after locking up. “Careful Vik, say shit like that and you might charm me right out of my panties again” you joked, making him chuckle. “Maybe that’s the idea” he said with a flirty wink before holding out his hand for you to take as you both walked to his car. You laughed as you both walked as one thought filled your mind.

Fuck was it good to be back.

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obxjj · 3 years ago

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the way we heal | jj maybank

- pairings: jj maybank x reader

- summary: people deal with trauma in different ways but it seems that jj thinks you don't care about the loss of your friends and deep down himself but he just needs to understand that people heal in their own time and through their own meanings, he just needed to be reassured of it. kinda pre season 2 ep 1 give ot take

- warning(s): really motherfucking angsty and swearing. mention of substance abuse

- wc: 2.2k :))))

a/n: all my fics the pogues and reader are the age 17/18 only because that's more comfortable for me to write. its been a long long time since i have wrote something so sorry for and spelling errors

People tend to deal with trauma differently. It could be resulting to crying you eyes out until you can’t breath and you can’t see through your tears clouding your eyes. Drinking until your liver wants to shut down and you whole body is so numb that yourself and everyone around you is so tuned out that you can’t function. Resulting to drugs to either feel something or not to feel anything at all. Or to have something to blame your actions on from yourself acting out simply because you don’t know how to handle the situation of a friend dying.

See you on the other hand dealt with it internally or the whim and feeling of not accepting death. Maybe it was your subconscious talking wanting you not to accept or maybe it was the gut feeling that you always got telling you that they were actually alive and have survived that storm that ‘supposedly’ had swept them away because “no body was found”.

This ‘gut feeling’ had always been right in many life or death situations. Or even just you picking out an outfit that you were unsure of whether it was going to get the boys attention that you had a crush on. It did indeed get his attention that night because that’s how you ended up loosing your virginity that night but that’s besides the point.

The best way you could describe it was like when people would do personality tests and it would ask “are you controlled by your heart or what you feel” probably not those exact words but you get the point. I felt with my feelings if my gut said yes then it was a yes.

Since the night that John B and Sarah had ‘died’ your gut had been telling you the opposite. That they were in fact not dead. As Big John use to say when you were a kid, you can never kill a Routledge. At the time it seemed like bullshit but now it was starting to grow on you.

However now your two friends were presumed dead and not everyone dealt with trauma like you did. Some would even go as far to say that you didn’t actually give a fuck that your friends were dead because you hadn’t cried or you hadn’t drunk yourself into a state of no return or resulted to smoking weed every single day and spray painted ‘murder’ on Ward Cameron’s estate. But at least Kiara wasn’t lying.

But the thing was you hadn’t cried because you couldn’t, you quite literally hated crying because it made you feel weak. Even if you tried and you tried your hardest but nothing came. At this point you could go as far as denial. This gut feeling was like getting hit by a semi truck every time a thought came into your head questioning maybe they were dead. Maybe they did get swept away at sea and never to return.

Your gut feeling was simply not letting you mourn the loss of John B and Sarah and now everyone thought you were an emotionless bitch. I mean they were right to a point but not the whole point.

So that brought you to current day driving around the Cut and night playing fucking real life Where’s Wally but its Where’s JJ Maybank because he’s blacked out drunk somewhere and now you’re on a rescue mission. Not like you had done enough of those in the last few weeks.

About an hour ago your phone rang and it was JJ asking you to come pick him up since somehow he had now idea where he had ended up and was too far gone to put together his surroundings. Well that’s what you had assumed he said since you had to decipher his slurred words.

At this point you had driven around the whole island and gone to every hid out spot that he would go smoke at or to just get away from everyday life. You had gone to all but one place. Where you avoiding that particular house because it held so many memories, plus the fact you hadn’t been near the place since shit hit rock bottom. Yes? But it was the highest chance that JJ was sitting on that dock with his legs swinging over it with a beer in hand.

Well you were right. As you walked down the old dock to where JJ was sitting it was if you could feel all the emotions, thoughts and disbelief crawling their way up your skin from the ground you were walking on. But that gut feeling was like a wave of fire, burning it all the way back to the ground.

“I don’t know why I just didn’t look here first. I should have known aye” you half heartedly said trying to keep the conversation light since you didn’t know what state JJ was going to be in. From the huff you got in response told you he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

“How much have you had J?” You asked with concern but still trying to keep you voice light and less reprimanding because you knew he was in a too fragile state for you to be angry.

“Does it even matter how much Iv had. I don’t feel shit anymore” he replied back with his words straight forward and sobered.

“Well have you even given yourself a break for your body to sober up for you to even feel the effects of it? Or have you still been going since yesterday when I saw you? J its not going to do shit if you don’t give it a rest for at least a day or so” you said back trying you best to keep you and your voice as calm as possible. You fucking hated seeing JJ like this, you would never say it to his face but fuck it just reminded you of his dad when he got into states like this. Until the last week you had never seen JJ this bad. But could you blame him.

“You just don’t get it do you” JJ was now facing you and by the tone of his voice you had unintentionally struck a nerve that you were actively avoiding. “Why did you even fucking come if you’re just going to tell me how I should cope. Do you even care that JB has gone? He was our best fucking friend. He was my fucking brother my only family! And he’s fucking gone just like his old man. You haven’t even shed a tear y/n. You’re just acting like nothing had happened. Do you even care!” JJ was now on his feet breathing heavily and his jaw so clenched you’re surprised his teeth haven’t broken

“J, please do not yell at me right now” you asked with your voice shaking trying to hold back something that was bubbling at the surface. Was it anger or was it the water works that desperately needed to be let out.

JJ started to walk back up the dock, showing that he was done with this conversation that he could have avoided if he didn’t ask you in the first place to come pick him up. Deep down he knew that you would be the only one to come and get him, he just wasn’t as good at showing his gratefulness due to the alcohol that was numbing him.

“JJ just wait please, please don’t walk away” You stood back up and starting walking after him quick on the backs of his feet. He halted his tracks and turned around to look at you with a pained look in his face, as you got up close you could see his eyes stained red. Either from crying or the linger of weed still in his system.

“What could you possibly want to say y/n. I really thought you would be the last person not to care about this” JJ was now right up in your face and his voice was holding back trying his best not to yell. But that last sentence had taken you back.

“You think I don’t care JJ!” now you starting yelling “of course I give a shit JJ our friends are gone, they are not fucking here. I know it might not seem that I don’t care. But just because I’m not crying my eyes out every hour or drinking myself into a state where I don’t now where the fuck I am or getting high that I spray paint on any wall I see” your breath was now battling to come to the surface because you were talking so fast.

“Just because Im not doing any of those things doesn’t mean I don’t care JJ! People deal with this shit differently and you need to understand that” you breathed out trying to grasp for air again “the thing is JJ I have this annoying gut feeling thats telling me that John B and Sarah are not dead, and its literally preventing me to mourn them. I have convinced myself that they are alive and I can’t fucking mourn non dead people J. I don’t know how to fucking explain it”

“Well why didn’t you just tell us that” he replied after bit letting your whole rant sink into his brain, weaving its way through the alcohol that was clouding it.

“Because JJ! Even saying that out loud I sound fucking crazy, like I’m in a deep pit of denial. The thing is I’m far from denial. Yes I know there is a massive fucking fat chance that they are dead and have been food for the sharks” you exclaimed

“Don’t make it worse y/n” JJ shook his head not very happy with your choice of words

“Okay yeah sorry bad wording. Im sorry” you lowered your head in sorrow wanting to slap yourself in the face for trying to make jokes out of trauma.

“So its not that I don’t care J, trust me I do care. But John B and Sarah are not physically here with us and I cant physically care for them right now. But when we see them can do that”

“Y/n -“ JJ tried to get a word in but you hadn’t finished

“Don’t JJ. We will see them again” you put an emphasis on ‘will’ “I trust my gut and even you know that when I get a gut feeling that it’s always been right. Correct?”

“Yes but -“ he tried to get another word in but you needed him to listen.

“JJ I care about you. I care about Kiara and Pope. You guys are physically here for me to care for. The thing is I haven’t spoken to Kie since she’s with Pope half the time and I have spoken to Pope since he’s with Kid half the time and you? I can’t speak to you because your too far gone in beers to for me to even get a coherent conversation in” This was such an over due conversation to be had, you were now on the verge of hyperventilating. You needed JJ to hear this. Fully sober would have been better but half sober is the best you’re gonna get.

“JJ I understand if that’s how you’re going to deal with all of this but you can’t throw yourself completely away. We need you. I need you JJ. I can’t have you going off the deep end and then we loose you too. You need to be here for when we get John B back. He will need you for when he’s back”. The water works that you had been holding back had finally been released and trust it to be in front of JJ. He was your fucking rock, you couldn’t loose him. No way that would be your last day on earth if that were to happen.

“I-. Im sorry. I’m just so fucking lost y/n. I don’t know what the fuck to do. You’re always at work and Kie and Pope are god knows where. I just want this to go away so fucking bad. All this pain, I feel like I have no one” JJ was now crying to and gripping your waist as is you could float away into the air

“I know JJ, but you have us you have always had us. But you have to be so stubborn sometimes that you won’t let us in and help, you won’t let me in a help you” you had JJ’s face in your hands making him look at you so he knew you meant every single word. “I’m so sorry if you didn’t think I cared and I wasn’t there to help you, I just deal with this shit in a different way. Just like every single other person. We all heal differently and that’s okay. It dosent mean we care less. It doesn’t mean I care less”

Now there you and JJ stand on the dock leading off the chateau both in each others embrace purging the pain that’s both been locked up inside you for so long. The past you and JJ had people really didn’t tend to understand but neither did you. But you would always find your way back to each other at the end of the day. Despite the fights you had in the past and the days you would be at each others throats screaming at each other to the days you would be secretly stealing a glance at him because you just couldn’t help yourself.

You would always be there to help him take the pain away and he was always be there to do the same for you.

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dootiexcupcake · 2 years ago

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The Process

Genre: fantasy, angst, surreal

Warnings: Major character death, potential DPDR trigger so, tw // DPDR

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You let out a horrified scream and tumble off of your “bed” onto the hard jagged floor. You instinctively wince in pain but stop when you don’t feel or see any cuts or bruises form on your skin. You lift up your shaken body and sit on the floor. Glancing over to the hunk of metal you once were seated on, your face drops as you see that what you initially perceived as a tall large block of metal was a floating sheet of metal. Unsupported, barely thick enough to hold a full mug of coffee. Yet, that’s what you were sleeping on. Body once resting upon it as if it were no different than a slab of concrete.

Where are you?

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Characters: Park Seonghwa, Kang Yeosang, (mention) Xu Minghao, (mention) Jeonghan

Pairings: Seonghwa x POC!reader

Word count: 3.8K

A\N: I wrote this piece last year on a whim and was sorta proud of it and decided to post it to my tumblr. Apologies for any spelling errors

You violently jolt your body upwards, eyes snapping open as you scope out the unfamiliar surrounding with fervor. Head pounding and your heart rate mimicking the same painful tempo. You do another once-over at the place your in.

The room was dark and loosely resembled a hospital room, well, what a hospital room would look like if it was designed by someone who’s never been to a hospital before. You were sat on a grey elongated slab of metal situated in the middle of the floor. Given the fact that you were sleeping on a cold and uncovered slab of metal for an undetermined amount of time, your body didn’t show any signs of pain or discomfort. As a matter of fact, you’ve never felt more well rested and rejuvenated in your entire life.

You let out a shaky breath into the cold frigid air of the dull grey room.

Turning your head to the right, you’re unexpectedly faced with another presence in the once empty room.

Where are you?

You place a shaky hand on the metal bed and raise yourself up to your feet. Given that you haven’t been on your feet in a while your knees began to give way.

In a matter of seconds, perhaps shorter than that, you feel a pair of strong hands support your back.

You whip around and see that it was the stranger who you were faced with before. Your face contorted into bewilderment seeing him. How he managed to save you in time despite the fact you didn’t see him get up from his chair, or hear his footsteps approach you made a cold shiver roll down your back.

The figure, the man, stares at you. Striking grey eyes peering into your own lifelessly. His thin lips pressed into a permanent frown. Slim body standing with a stillness that unnerved you to your core.

You try to raise your voice to speak, try to ask the man where you are, what your doing here, who he is.

But nothing comes out.

You shut your eyes tightly and suck in a sharp breath through your nose. Hoping that when you open your eyes, you’ll be back home.

3…

Your eyes burst open and you look around, hoping that your trick worked.

You take in the sight before you.

You’re in an open field in what seems to be the country side. But there’s something so eerily wrong with it.

The landscape has everything that a meadow would have, green grass blowing in the breeze, trees swaying back and forth in the distance, blue sky stretching over, and the sun shining down on you.

But you don’t feel the breeze that’s making the grass underneath you move.

You don’t hear the rustling leaves in the distance, even though the trees are placed so close together. It’s almost as if they’ve been muted.

And what makes this setting even more strange is the deafening silence. No chirping birds, no howling gust of wind, no sound of human voices echoing through the grassy plane. No sign of life detected anywhere.

“Is this what you wanted.”

You whip your body around at break neck speed to find the source of the voice. Chest heaving as your eyes scan the scene, but ultimately turning up with nothing in sight.

“What?” You mindlessly whisper to yourself.

“This place,” came the reply from over your shoulder.

You let out a shriek and stumbled forward, managing to catch yourself before falling. Your hands were trembling violently, knees threatening to give out, head spinning, heart beating out of your chest.

You gulped audibly and mustered up any bit of courage you had and turned to face the direction the disembodied voice had come from.

It was the man again. Standing with his hands clasped together in front of his stomach. Shoulders perfectly aligned and stiff. Legs pressed tightly together and feet planted in place like a strongly rooted tree. Gazing at you with those eyes that bore into your soul.

“Does it have meaning to you?” His voice deep and tone lifeless.

Your eyebrows furrow at his words. “W-what?” You repeat.

The man blinks slowly at you before responding, “you closed your eyes and were under the impression that doing so would grant you the ability to go back home or to some other place that you find comfort in.” He states, tone never shifting and eyes never pulling away from yours.

“Uh..n-no. I don’t..I never been to this place before.” You responded, visibly trembling from the intensity of this mans stare. It felt like he was analyzing every move you made, like every breath you took was counted by him, each syllable you uttered was under his cold microscope.

“What am I do-“

“How long do you think you have?” The man interrupted, gaze getting more intense as he awaited your answer to his bazar question.

You felt your heart drop. Your eyes widen at his sudden inquiry.

“What did you say?” Is all you can mutter out. The man just tilts his head to your response, saying nothing.

“Am I..dead?”

You say the last word silently, fearful of the possibility of this being what you will experience for an eternity in what you assume is the afterlife.

The man finally shows a change of expression, though it happens ever so subtly. He displays a hint of confusion on his features. “No.” Is all he says.

“Th-then where am I! I demand to know where I am!” You weakly demanded the tall man before you for an explanation. The man airs another look of confusion.

“Where do you think you are?” He deadpans. You give the man an incredulous look and feel anger well up inside you at his ridiculous question. “I don’t know! That’s why I’m asking you! Who even are you anyways!?” You yell, your voice bounces around like you were in a fish tank despite the open airiness of the meadow you were supposedly standing in.

The man looks straight at you again and unclasp his hands in front of him. You instinctively tense up and guard yourself with your arms, expecting the unknown.

The man continues to look at you, arms raised and hands gently out stretched. You slowly lower your arms and give him a quizzical look, eyes trained on his hands.

He connects his hands and fold them in a swift and elegant manner, slim fingers seamlessly sliding between one another.

As soon as his fingertips made contact with the back of his hand, you were in a completely different place. No. A different world entirely.

You frantically look around at the new environment you were put in, anxiety spiking as your grasp on this situation got more and more out of hand.

“Wh-what is this?! Where am I now!?” You pant out at the man who still stood there unbothered.

“I assumed a change of bearings would remedy your nerves.” The man said.

You were now in a room that somewhat resembled a throne room. There were sharp geometric shapes molded onto the walls, giving the room an other worldly shape and feel to it.

The walls were plated with a shiny stone like finish to it. You were almost certain that they were made up of gemstones.

You felt your body feel strangely at ease in the new place. Like these walls emitted some kind of strong aura that soothed your soul, despite the anxiety and panic that was vigorously coursing through every fiber of your being moments before.

You looked back at the man and opened your mouth to speak, “well…yeah. I’m calm now I guess. Can you please just tell me where I am? And who you are? What even is this place? How did I get here?!” You ramble, voice growing higher as more questions started to pile up in your head.

“Yeosang.” The ma- Yeosang abruptly states.

The new piece of info, though very little, cooled your nerves a bit.

You nod your head slowly, repeating the name in your head over and over, trying to remember if you’ve ever heard that name before. But no luck.

“You don’t know of me. No other human has ever met me before.” He says matter of factly.

“No human?” You repeat to the very human looking man. “Aren’t you human, though?” You reply dumbfounded.

“I am human appearing. I may alter my form in ways that accommodate the needs of those who inquire of my assistance.” Yeosang states.

Inquire? What did you do that required you to go searching for someone, or something, like him? What did you get yourself into? How do you get out of this?

“You truly are at a loss, aren’t you?”

“You can say that..”

“Ah, but there is not much time left for you I fear.”

“S-stop saying stuff like that, man! It freaks me out! What do you even mean by that?”

“Your body lacks the capability to handle the power of this realm. As time continues to ebb away so will your human existence.” Yeosang revealed.

Yeosang steps closer to you, you tense up again and mentally brace yourself. He rest his cold hand on your shoulder. The air of the room gets cold and heavy. You look into his eyes and have a memory hit you like a ton of bricks.

. . . .

You’re running through a city, feet forcefully smacking down on the sidewalk. Dodging the rubble and debris that scatter the once bustling streets. The large black gauntlets encasing both of your hands swing at your side hurriedly as you desperately try to track down something in the far distance, feet feeling like they aren’t going nearly as fast as you need them to be in this moment.

You hear a scream and a cry for help coming from the right. You sharply round a corner and fling yourself from the ground into the window of a structurally unsound building. “SEONGHWA! SEONGHWA CAN YOU HEAR ME!” You belt out, praying that you get a response.

“OVER HERE! PLEASE, HELP ME!” You hear a male voice cry out. You dash over to where the voice is located and see a young man with silver hair is trapped underneath a fallen pillar. You rush over and use every ounce of strength in you to lift the pillar off of your teammate. “Nng, I-I cant move it! I cant move my leg!” Seonghwa groans out in pain, You look down and see the state that your friend is in, his leg is twisted and blood slowly seeps through his black jumpsuit. His hair is covered in chips of concrete and various other debris and his face is badly scratched up from fighting enemies and trying to escape.

“C-can you use your gl-“

“Gloves? No, hnng, they’re busted. S-something fell on my hand and broke em’” he grits through his teeth, acute pain washing over his face. Your heart breaks hearing that the gloves Seonghwa made, the very invention he prides himself with, is broken. His gravity gloves (his name not yours) used to displace the gravitational pull of objects and give him make-shift telekinetic powers, the one thing that could save his life right now, was reduced to rubble.

But your heart shatters seeing your strong willed partner be reduced to this young boy riddled with bruises and body contorted in such awful angles. Watching him try to push through the pain for you makes your eyes water. You shake your head and instead channel those feelings into action by pushing the pillar successfully off your friend. You pick him up as gently as you could and carried him towards the exit of the building.

Before you could make it to the exit, the integrity of a nearby beam gives out. Causing the front to collapse. You and Seonghwa fall backwards at the force of it. Disregulated, you struggle to stand up again but you feel a sharp pain in your abdomen. You look down and notice that a piece of sharp metal pierced into you, you inhale sharply as you try to pull the metal fragment out of you.

“You’re hurt?” You hear Seonghwas voice behind you.

“It’s nothing. I’ll get us out of here. I’ll move these beams out the way and we’ll both make it out.” You huff as you strain to move the metal logs out of the way, body getting weak as you use all your might.

“Y/N…” the male weakly says, voice wearing thin with each breath he took.

“It’s ok, Seonghwa! I almost got it, I see an opening forming right here!” You exclaim, as your covered hands pull away another chunk of metal. A medium sized gaping hole fell into place in front of you. You beam, feeling hope swell inside you.

“See! I got it! C’mon I got you!” You rush over to your teammate and see Seonghwa with heavy lidded eyes gaze up at you, head seeming too heavy to lift. Your lips began to quiver at him. You hurried to pick him up and make your way over to your make shift escape, “wait..you go first.” Seonghwa says tiredly. Breath getting more and more shallow. “Hwa, how will I be able to pull you thr-“

“You can! You can…I know you could. Just go first, alright Y/N?” His voice clipping. “Ok, ok I’ll go. I promise I’ll pull you out, ok!” You affirm. “I know you will.” He gives you a weak smile.

You hoist yourself up as carefully as you can and shimmy your way through the hole.

Once you make your way over to the other side you stumble out with a loud thud. You quickly scramble to your feet and look through the hole to find Seonghwa sitting where he was originally.

“SEONGHWA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GIVE ME YOUR HAND SO I CAN PULL YOU OUT!” You scream, anger and confusion flowing through you. “Y/N, it’s no use. Just go, save the othe-

“NO! SHUT UP! GIVE ME YOUR HAND NOW!” You forcefully reach your hand through the hole, beckoning your teammate to pull through.

“No, Y/N stop-“

“IM COMING BACK IN, IMMA GET YOU OUTTA THERE-“

“DONT YOU DARE! Y/N LISTEN TO ME!” Seonghwas raspy voice rang out, causing you to shut your mouth. “I won’t make it. I don’t want you to see me d-“ he caught himself, getting choked up at the word, “I don’t want you to see me go like that. I’m begging you to just go and help the others.” Seonghwa pleaded shakily.

You feel tears well up in the corner of your eyes, finally pouring down your cheek. “Oh, no don’t cry my love. You know how much I hate to see you cry.” He wheezes out, a small smile forming on his face.

You cant stop the sob that you let out even if you tried, “please, just let me get you out. You know Jeonghan is a healer! He can fix whatever it is you need to-“

“No! Don’t. Y/n there are so many other people who needs Jeonghans power than I do.”

“Y/n… please,”

“S-Seonghwa?”

“Please know that I’ll always lo-“

A loud creek rang out from within the building. In an instant, the walls surrounding Seonghwa gave out and collapsed inwardly. Blocking out the hole you crawled through in the process.

You let out a guttural scream and fell to the ground. Sobbing violently, you let the grief rack through your body as you wail out Seonghwas name, pleading for him to answer you. Hoping that some miracle happens and he’ll show up.

But he doesn’t.

…

“He never did, did he?” Yeosang’s dead voice interrupted the scarring memory, sucking you back into reality, or what you assume was “reality”.

You looked up at him, confused as to why you were suddenly on the ground with tears streaming down you face. Were you physically reliving that experience again?

You slowly got up and kept your head hung low. Shoulders feeling like they weigh a ton and chest feeling even heavier.

“Do you now understand why you have sought me out?” The dark hair man asked. You nod your head. “I do. I remember now. Everything.” You muttered. “After Seonghwa-after I lost him, I went back to my team and told them the news. Everyone was devastated, of course. But I…I just couldn’t let it go.” You relay to Yeosang, taking a seat in a chair you weren’t aware was even there. “Seonghwa wasn’t just my teammate who I fought crime with as masked vigilantes. He was the love of my life. We were gonna spend the rest of our lives together..” you begin to choke up, tears threatening to pour out from your eyes. You suck in a deep breath, “But then that was taken away from me. And I couldn’t stand it.” You say clearly, voice starting to balance out. “I remembered Jeonghan said that he knew a guy. Some Wiccan that knows of a ritual that can bring a loved one back from the dead in the same day they died. So..I got desperate.” You explain, exhaling tiredly.

“I don’t believe in this stuff but, like I said, I was a desperate woman who just watched her fiancé die in front of her so..I was willing. I went over to the guy, HaoHao’s, place and asked for the favor. Got me all set up and, explained the process and, risks and now, here I am.” You finish, even more tired than you were before.

“Yes, here you are. Asking for a very dangerous request.” Yeosang says, raising a brow indirectly asking if you were sure about the next step to this journey.

“Well, what else do I have to lose?” You say weakly, sinking into the chair as the weight on your shoulder grows.

“It would surprise you.”

“Nothing surprises me anymore, Yeosang.” You say, voice low as your patience runs dry. “I see.” Is all Yeosang says before stepping forward and crouching down in front of you.

“I wish you the best and grant you a life that is fulfilling to you and your Seonghwa.” Yeosang snaps his fingers and everything goes dark.

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A loud incessant beeping sounds out and causes your eyes to snap open. You look around and find yourself in front of a stove in a big open kitchen. You look down and see a sad sight of burnt eggs in a pan, you pick up the pan and hurry to find a trash can.

“The bin is next to the fridge, Honey. We moved it, remember?” You hear a familiar voice say behind you. Your body goes cold in realization. You turn on your heels and see him.

“Seonghwa?” You ask In disbelief.

“Good morning, my love!” Seonghwa replies, walking up to you and taking the pan from your hand, giving you a quick kiss to the forehead. You lunge at him and give him a tight hug, fearing that if you let go you’ll lose him again. “Whoa! Someone is clingy today, huh?” The man chuckles, wrapping his arms around you.

“I missed you. So much.” You say into his chest, breathing in his warm scent.

“Im not going anywhere, baby. What are you talking about? Did you, Jeonghan, and Dino have too much to drink last night?” Seonghwa laughs. You pull back from him and give him a puzzled look, “what? No. Jeonghan and Dino were doing a stakeout last night. Not drinking.” You respond confused that he completely forgot about the mission that he assigned to them.

Seonghwa let’s out another laugh, “oh my word, what are you talking about, Y/N? This sounds like a crazy story Miles would makes up.” He says in between chuckles, your eyes widen at the name Seonghwa just dropped. ‘Miles’ is the name you both said you were going to give your future ki-

“Mommy! Mommy!” A small childlike voice shouted from around the corner of the kitchen. A small boy, no older than 5 ran up to you and hugged your leg with his small arms. “There he is!” Seonghwa announced as he lifted the boy into his arms. “Good morning, mama!” The boy, Miles, greeted with a wide snaggle tooth smile.

“G-good morning…sweetheart?” You reply unsure of what was going on around you.

“Ok Miles, mommy isn’t feeling to good. How about you go brush your teeth before breakfast, ok?” Seonghwa sets your son down and sends the boy off.

Seonghwa furrows his brows at you, growing more and more concerned with your behavior. “Hey, are you feeling alright? Is it morning sickness?” He lays a hand on the large bump on your stomach that you weren’t aware of in the beginning.

“Oh my God!” You gasp out hand clasping over your mouth. “Hey, hey, hey! It’s alright! Come here, sit down.” Seonghwa guides you over to a sofa and sits down next to you, placing the back of his hand over your forehead. “Ooh, you’re burning up! Here, I’ll get you a glass of water. Who knew you would have such intense symptoms carrying twins, huh?” He smiles at you and then makes his way over to the kitchen. You lull your head back in exhaustion. What. Is happening?

You feel a vibration on your leg and instinctively go in to feel it. You pull out your phone and observe the wallpaper that was set, it’s a lovely family photo of you and Seonghwa standing next to each other, smiling brightly at the camera with your little boy, Miles, smiling ear to ear while staring at both of you. You feel your heart flutter at the picture, but then your face drops when you see the message that caused you to open your phone in the first place.

“Hello! We thank you so much for using our services. We hope that you enjoy your new established well lived life and wish you nothing but the best!

I wish you the best and grant you a life that is fulfilling to you and your Seonghwa.

- Yeo and Hao.”

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nejibaby · 4 years ago

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The Only Thing I Got Right

Pairings: Ace x Y/N

A/N: I just finished watching the Marineford Arc and I cried so much so I wrote this on a whim. Sorry in advance if there are grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. It's the tears' fault, I swear! 😭 ((I just desperately wanted Ace to survive, you know? 😭))

This song reminds me of Ace, idk why.

You’re shaking. It would’ve been nice if it was because of the cold or if it was from excitement, but this isn’t the case. You’re shaking from fear, from anxiety. Today, Ace, the love of your life, is going to be executed and you didn’t know if you’d make it on time. You barely got out of Impel Down alive with the help of Ace’s little brother, Luffy.

You hate the fact that you got thrown there with Ace courtesy of Teach, or should you say, Blackbeard. You hate the fact that you couldn’t save Ace from Blackbeard no matter how hard you tried fighting him. It was frustrating, but if a Devil Fruit user like Ace had no match for him, what more of you? You have no powers like that, the only thing that you have is your knowledge on Rokushiki and daggers.

You got imprisoned at Level 3 of Impel Down while Ace was rumored to be on Level 5. Being thrown on a relatively lower level was understandable, even if you are part of Whitebeard’s crew, you are no commander like Ace. Still, even if you are weaker than Ace, you desperately wanted to go get him out of there but it was impossible. Or so you thought.

When you saw a Straw Hat on a male running around with two others on Level 3, you instantly knew it was Luffy. It seemed like god was in your favor because apparently one of your cellmates, who you came to learn was Mr. 2 from Baroque Works, was Luffy’s friend. When he got Mr. 2 out of the shackles, you begged to come with them, telling him your relationship with Ace. Luckily for you, Luffy needed all the help he could get so he easily got you out with the help of the other prisoner he was with. It was all chaos after that.

You’re currently hiding in the crow’s nest of the Marine ship you helped steal alongside Crocodile, Mr. 1, and Jinbei. Your body is already aching from all the running and fighting you did just to escape Impel Down. But even before that, your body had already been tired from the lack of nutrition and of sleep. How could you even dare to sleep knowing Ace was somewhere else, probably beaten to a pulp? And if that wasn’t enough, the sudden knowledge of him being executed in a few hours added more strain and tension to your body. You didn’t want anyone to see you in such a state. You didn’t want anyone to pity you.

But if you’re hurting this much, then it must’ve been so much harder for Luffy. You make a mental note to talk to him before crashing to Marineford. For now though, you need to rest — not only for your body, but for your mind as well. You have to be ready, the worst is yet to come. When you closed your eyes, you welcomed sleep like an old forgotten friend.

Your sleep didn’t last long, however, because of both the nightmare of Ace reaching out for you with bloodied hands and of the waters that suddenly rocked the whole ship. Before you could even get down the crow’s nest, the ship abruptly stilled and the air chilled. When you looked down, you clenched your teeth at the sight of the sea that turned into ice.

A mental clock was ticking like a time bomb in your mind. How were you supposed to save Ace now?

As if hearing your question, Luffy started gathering the people in the ship about his plan. At this point, you would do anything just to get to Ace so you didn’t hesitate to help him in his plan on freeing the ship from the ice. But the next thing you know, you were falling after kicking the thick layer of ice as hard as you can.

Just as you looked down to where you’re supposed to land, you realized that it was Marineford and the war had already started. With a little tilt of your head, you see Ace in the scaffold, shackled up. Worry was etched on his face, his focus on Luffy. You could almost hear him saying how stupid his little brother is.

Was it wrong to smile at the sight of him at a time like this? But how could you not? He’s still alive! You have a chance at saving him. You release a sigh of relief.

You try not to draw his attention to you. He already has a lot to worry about — namely, the Whitebeard pirates, the allied pirates, and Luffy. It was a good decision that you didn’t change out of your prison clothes, it was easier not to get noticed by him this way. For all he knows, you’re just one of the many escapees Luffy helped. You want to keep it that way. At least for now.

There’s no time to waste, so when you landed, you immediately head off to the direction of the scaffold. After seeing that Ace was still alive, you feel yourself get pumped up again. You fight each and every Marine who tries to stop you.

No matter how hard each blow you receive, no matter how painful each swipe of the swords you get, no matter how many times you get knocked down, you keep on fighting. You keep on standing up. There’s only so much your Tekkai could do when you’re severely outnumbered. Nevertheless, you keep on going. Nevermind the multiple cuts and bruises you have. There is only one thing in your mind and that is saving Ace. Even at the expense of your own life.

From the way Luffy fought at Impel Down, you know he’s incredibly strong and tenacious so you find yourself backing him up. You don’t go near him, knowing Ace’s attention was on him, but you guard him from your side. Not a single Marine was able to pass through you from your side of the battlefield. But you can’t cover every area for him. Despite that, he managed to take down anyone who was in his way.

Your ears are ringing from all the overlapping noises of guns being fired, screams of agony from pirates and Marines, swords clanging, and hurried footsteps. At one point, you block all of the sounds while you focus on your own breathing as you run.

Even when everyone stopped moving to watch as Pops descended the Moby Dick and made his move, you continued running. You have to keep up with Luffy. There’s no way you’d let Ace die.

The only moment you actually stopped running was when Luffy unconsciously used the Conqueror’s Haki. So he can do that too, you thought.

That was also the moment you actually got to look at the surroundings properly and realized that Pops had been stabbed. Your knees buck from the sight and you fall down. Regret immediately flooding your body. You’re so focused on trying to save Ace that you didn’t notice Pops needed help too.

The Marines took this opportunity to attack you. Just as a sword was about to hit you, McGuy blocked it.

“What are you doing, Y/N? Snap out of it. This is war. There’s no way we’d be able to rescue Ace if you don’t get your bearings straight!”

The harshness in his tone brought you back to reality. He’s right. Pops ordered everyone to lend their strength to Luffy, and that’s exactly what you’re going to do.

You, along with everyone else, push yourselves to your limits to help Luffy. He did not disappoint. He even punched his own grandfather, Garp, just to be able to reach Ace and free him.

The moment the scaffold collapsed, you almost collapsed with it. Tears start falling from your eyes as you see Ace finally free from his shackles. A smile has finally graced his face as he fought side by side with his brother. At that moment, you think that he’s at his brightest when he’s with his sworn brother. You couldn’t be any more happier.

Now that he is free, it’s time to figure out how to escape. Everyone’s running towards the ships but you stop after noticing Pops wasn’t making the same movement.

“The order I’m about to give will be my final captain’s order!” Pops announces. “You and I will be parting here.”

Your breath hitched at the declaration.

“All of you, make sure you survive, and reunite with each other in the New World!”

You don’t listen to whatever he says next. You refuse to. You stand your ground. You’re not going to abandon the man who warmly accepted you into his family without hesitation despite knowing all of the crimes you committed.

As if sensing your refusal, he turns slightly to your direction, “Are you disobeying your captain’s orders?!”

Stupid old man, he should know by now that you’re no good at following orders.

Ace is one of the last persons to follow his order. You turn away from the conversation they are having, knowing it was a private matter.

When they’re done talking and Ace finally starts running towards the ship, Pops turns to you. He doesn’t talk, he just looks at you.

Shame suddenly overcomes you. You didn’t get to stop Ace from coming for Teach. When he left, you begged Pops everyday to allow you to set sail, promising that you’d bring Ace back. When he finally allowed you, you didn’t waste any time. But even when you found him, you couldn’t bring him back, it was too late and you were just too weak. It was your fault this happened. “Pops, I’m sorry I—”

“I did this. This is all my fault.”

“But—”

He shut you up with his stare.

“Let’s leave here together,” you plead.

But he doesn’t reply. With his stare, you can tell that he isn’t backing down on his order, no matter how much you persuade him to. You release a shaky breath. With tears streaming down your face, you gave one last bow and one last thank you.

And then you ran.

The others are already further away from you but you notice a group of them stopping in their tracks. There in the center of the commotion is Akainu and Ace, seemingly discussing something.

There’s no time for this, you thought.

“—In other words, Whitebeard is an eternal loser, who will never surpass Roger. That’s all he is. Everything I’ve said is the truth,” the admiral says. “He reigned the seas for decades, yet he never became a king or gained anything.”

You clench your jaw at the bullshit he’s spouting, after everything Pops had done to save you, you’re livid to hear him be deduced as a loser. But regardless of the anger rising in front of you, you know this wasn’t the time to get riled up.

The thing is, Ace gets easily riled up. It’s one of his flaws as a person. So when he starts walking to Akainu’s direction, Izo is first to shout, “Don’t fall for it, Ace! Turn back!”

But it’s no use.

That’s when you let your presence known, you shout at the top of your lungs, “Just turn back, Ace!”

Everyone whips their head at the sound of your voice, except Ace and Akainu.

Even you, who are usually able to keep Ace in check, couldn’t snap him out of his anger.

It’s too late.

They exchange blows. Ace falls down, magma is far greater than fire, after all.

“The Pirate King, Gold Roger. Dragon, the Revolutionary. These two men’s sons being stepbrothers is quite a frightening thought.” Akainu says.

When he looks over at Luffy’s direction, you immediately know what he plans to do. You don’t even think twice. There is no second to waste.

“Soru.”

The sound of your voice finally reaches Ace. His eyes widen in realization of what’s going to happen.

“Wait!” He pleads.

But before he could even stand up, you already placed yourself in front of Luffy. “Tekkai.”

But the admiral’s strength and power is far greater than your ability. His fist goes through your chest.

“Y/N!” Ace shouts.

The rest of Division Commanders are in shock.

Akainu clicks his tongue at the sight of you and detaches his fist from your body.

You slump, Luffy catching you in the process. “Oi, Y/N-chan... What did you…? Why did y-you d-do that?” He asks.

In no time, Ace comes to Luffy’s side. “Y/N…”

You smile sweetly at the two men and then you turn to Luffy. “You’re Ace’s brother, silly. Of course I’d do this for you.” You cough out blood and then hiss at the pain.

“Stop talking!” Ace demands.

While Luffy and Ace are distracted, Akainu makes his move once again. But the slight motion didn’t go unnoticed by Jimbei and the Division Commanders. Even if you aren’t a Commander, you acted like Ace’s right hand. To the crew, you’re as important as Ace is. There’s no way they wouldn’t fight for you. So altogether they start covering for the three of you.

You feel your body shutting down on you. You could barely hear Ace calling for a doctor and Luffy desperately asking Ivankov to help you. But you know it’s no use. “I… can tell my body is at its limit,” you whisper.

Ace doesn’t agree, then he gently takes your body from Luffy. “No, I’m going to find someone else who can help—”

“Ace…”

“—you. There’s got to be someone who—“

“Ace… My organs have been burnt. I know this’ll be the end of me.”

“No, don’t talk like you’re dying, Y/N!”

“But I am…” You say. “Look Ace, don’t worry, okay? I was prepared to die when I came here. I was ready to die just to get you out of here.”

“Why would you…”

“Because I love you,” you whisper. “You know… when I take a look at my life and all of my crimes, you’re the only thing that I think I got right.”

Ace hides his face on your neck as he hugs you. With the little strength you have left, you give a comforting squeeze on his shoulder. “Don’t go around disobeying the captain’s order and don’t go around breaking your promise to Luffy. You said you won’t die, right?”

You feel Ace nod at your words.

“Go to the ships and take everyone else. Please don’t follow me too soon.”

Ace hugs you tighter, panting as he continues to cry.

A small smile reaches your lips once again. At least this time he’ll listen, you think. “I can’t raise my voice anymore but please tell Pops and everyone else, even Luffy, they made my life worthwhile. I’m sorry if our journey ends he—”

You didn’t even get to finish your sentence because darkness had consumed you.

#one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #ace x reader #portgas d. ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #portgas d ace x you #portgas d ace x y/n #portgas d. ace x you #portgas d. ace x y/n #portgas d. ace #portgas d ace #one piece imagines #marineford arc #ace lives #portgas d ace lives #portgas d. ace lives

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indiavolojones · 4 years ago

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Diavolo eats a pomegranate while Lucifer works. Lucifer doesn’t realize that the plate of pomegranate seeds that’s just been steadily growing is, in fact, for him.

alternate summary: serving/sharing fruit with another is one of the most tender shows of love in the world and i am a soft, gentle soul that just wants canon-compliant-ish domesticity somewhere in the 1800s?? idk, they’ve known each other a damn long time. u_u

2.2kish words, G, dia/luci, #no warnings apply except for like, idk, a sizzle of diavolo thirst on lu’s part. we can angst later, y’all

Special thanks 2 @canonlucidia for being 1) my rock and 2) my resident lucifer expert that wrote the report line and lastly 3) just being so, so good with lore and patient with me when cv brain go wuh???

A memory, a snapshot in their thousands of years spent at each other’s sides, the scene burned into his mind.

Not all their moments are stretched to the extremes, interactions eternally caught in fire and brimstone. Some of them rest here, in a gentle domesticity that Lucifer is hesitant – and rightly so – to acknowledge.

Here, with the two of them alone in Lucifer’s office, is a tentative, trembling contentment that Lucifer has yet to fully take apart in his mind.

Lucifer sits at the desk with almost painfully perfect posture, as lamented by Diavolo, several sheets of parchment paper drying in front of him. A small white plate with intricate gold designs burned into the glaze rests nearby. Diavolo pulls out a blade from thin air, cutting it into a ripe pomegranate with the practiced efficiency of someone who grew up with the trees keeping him company.

“I will not be re-writing these reports if you make a mess,” Lucifer says apropos of anything Diavolo might do, on purpose or otherwise.

The admonishment in his voice half-hearted at best, even as he warily eyes Diavolo slicing the fruit open.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Diavolo quips, returning a cheeky grin, slouched over the empty side of Lucifer’s spacious desk as he cracks open the pomegranate into fours.

Diavolo opted for his human form today, which is a laughable concept to Lucifer in itself. Diavolo’s aura can barely be contained by him in his demon form, but to see his essence stifled into a mortal’s appearance… Diavolo’s human teeth are always a little too sharp at first glance or in one’s peripherals. His gold eyes are too molten to match any human shade.

Pair it with Diavolo’s inability to sit on anything without it becoming a throne – sprawling with languid, regal grace as natural as breathing, much to Lucifer’s annoyance – and discretion is a difficult request.

Lucifer has called him out on his slipping control of the glamours before, especially in the instances where they find themselves working in the Human Realm, the risk of detection a very real threat. Not that many princes are discrete, but Lucifer supposes that if he expected someone to spill out past the seams, it would be Diavolo, who has always been larger than life in both personality and power.

Despite a grandiose description, Diavolo’s attire does not reflect his status. His outfit is more fitting for a common human rather than the next ruler of Hell.

The other is dressed in indecently tight trousers and a loose, finely-woven off-white tunic that dips low on his sculpted chest. Cording at the hem of the shirt drapes over his exposed skin, and Lucifer offhandedly wonders why they even bother getting Diavolo fitted for garments if he’s just going to wear things too loose, too tight, or forego most clothes altogether.

In the past, Lucifer might have asked why are you here? or don’t you have your own work to do? All such inquiries have been shut down with a colorful multitude of responses, displaying the future king’s creativity.

Some honorable mentions being:

Diavolo’s wild claim that Barbatos was staging a coup, and clearly, Lucifer was the only one who can fight off someone with control over time. Lucifer had asked when Barbatos was hosting the next recruitment session, which led to a troublesome, if not amusing, outburst from Diavolo.

A somehow unionized group of suitors threatened to storm down the palace gates for his hand in marriage. Diavolo was merely hiding in the safest place, for once they believed he was not home, they would give up and leave!

"A curse, Lucifer. It was a curse!" If more than two pairs of eyes were to witness Diavolo, he would surely burst into flames. That's why he tried to hide behind the door when Barbatos came to collect him!

Nowadays, when Lucifer can’t kick Diavolo out of his study/Barbatos is off running the household and can’t drag him away, he allows himself to lean into giving Diavolo a hard time – nothing unbecoming of their stations, nothing disrespectful – but enough to give Lucifer quiet vindication.

It serves him right, for all the grievances he causes Lucifer on a daily basis.

(Levi calls it teasing, but Levi has not left his quarters since the last major war killed one of his favorite authors before a series was finished, so what does Levi know of social interaction?)

“If you’re in need of something to do, Barbatos and I found a few errors in your last few missives…” Lucifer begins.

Diavolo, surprisingly, doesn’t jump to the bait.

There are no witty remarks that come from the future king’s lips, only the lazy upward curl of a smile and a contented hum in return.

Unused to the lack of a response from the other, Lucifer glances down at the small plate, Diavolo's cultivated pile of seeds gathered in the shallow puddle of juice.

Another pomegranate seed plinks onto the plate, and Lucifer watches through his peripherals as it topples the delicate balance of the seeds already there.

He narrows his eyes at it briefly, as if it holds the answers to his obvious questions, but says nothing. Diavolo works at a steady pace, humming quietly under his breath as his nimble fingers pluck seeds from the fruit.

For a while, they go on like that.

Diavolo alternates between quietly munching on seeds and adding to his growing plate. Lucifer scribbles away at the parchment, his clean script much more legible than Diavolo’s own.

Diavolo deserves an award, Lucifer thinks, for the longest amount of time spent not getting into trouble in Lucifer’s recent memory. Perhaps he should be more suspicious of the other’s uncharacteristically quiet nature, but Diavolo looks at ease with his menial task.

Diavolo’s tune continues, a soothing, low cadence to his voice offsetting the relative quiet of Lucifer’s quill scratching at the parchment. It’s a waltz, syrupy sweet and with a dreamlike quality as Diavolo’s humming carries the notes into creation.

It casts a spell with charisma alone, and Lucifer doesn’t notice when his hand stills, quill hovering over the page as he tries to recognize the tune. A smile twists the prince’s lips, his lips stained darker with the sweet purple nectar.

Diavolo doesn’t hesitate in his motions, only glancing up at Lucifer through his lashes. Lucifer’s breath involuntarily catches in his throat.

Lucifer does not think about how Diavolo’s fingertips are stained as well, stained deeper than the curve of his lush lower lip. Does not think about the juice dripping down his tanned skin, drying sticky on his wrists. It is in the middle of these not-thoughts, their gazes catching in passing, that Diavolo speaks.

“20%.”

“What?” Lucifer startles, despite himself, brows cinching with narrowed eyes. Diavolo reaches down with one long, purple-dyed finger to point at the line where Lucifer’s quill has stopped. The smile only grows, Diavolo tilting his head to the side as he reads the line off of Lucifer’s report.

“‘The sixth circle has under reported their amaranth yield again this quarter, their numbers being off by roughly,” He pauses for dramatic effect, which Lucifer finds wholly unnecessary considering this is a report, not a performance, ”20%.’”

Diavolo purses his lips, before it turns into a huffed laugh, “It’s probably because they pay tithe to Beelzebub. You should talk to him about that.”

His eyes and hands go back to the fruit in front of him. Lucifer does not admit that the next part of his report was about to mention that it is likely due to his hungriest brother.

Saved from having to formulate a response, there’s a knock at the door, and Barbatos’ muffled voice on the other side calls, “Lucifer? Have you seen Prince Diavolo?”

Diavolo’s posture immediately jerks up, and then his shoulders curl in on himself, like a child that knows he’s been caught. Barbatos is, most definitely, here for Diavolo.

Lucifer is absolutely not relieved at the distraction. He levels Diavolo with a singular stare that somehow says I’m not covering for you, and nearly rolls his eyes when Diavolo returns a pained look that begs please?

A strange, out of place idea has Lucifer wanting to concede to Diavolo’s whims, to pretend that no one is there. Ridiculous. As they sit in the silence, there’s a moment where Diavolo’s eyes light up, as if thinking that Lucifer might actually help him out –

“He’s in here,” Lucifer says, because of course he is. All three of them know there’s no way that he wouldn’t be, and Diavolo deflates.

It’s clear from the slight, upwards quirk of Barbatos’ lips that he knows Lucifer’s hesitation. Lucifer bristles at the thought, at Barbatos’ ability to always see more than is shown.

Barbatos does not startle easily – in fact, Lucifer believes he can recall maybe a handful of times that the other has reacted with little more than resigned acceptance or rueful amusement.

It wounds his pride, in a sense, to have Barbatos walk in on a scene like this (like what? Diavolo slowly working at Lucifer’s carefully constructed walls, trying to carve a contented little spot in Lucifer’s life? Yes. Lucifer is aware.) and have his reaction be anything less than shocked. Appalled?

Perhaps aghast, that Lucifer too has fallen to the whims of his lord.

Unless Barbatos thought that Lucifer would cave from the beginning, Lucifer realizes, and it sours his expression in the slightest.

“Barbatos!” Diavolo grins, still slouched over the edge of the desk like it pains him to have good posture.

“I have been looking for you, my lord,” Barbatos says, his voice as even and polite as ever.

“I’ve been taking a break!”

“It’s been four hours since you said you would be right back, sir. I thought I would help you find your way, since you seem to be having some trouble.”

Diavolo, a devil of almost immeasurable power and status, has the gall to look sheepish in front of his butler and aide. He glances big, pleading eyes at Lucifer as if asking for help again, and Lucifer cocks one brow, saying nothing.

A beat of silence passes, before Diavolo suddenly exhales loudly, tossing his hands (one of which is holding a knife, and the other a pomegranate, and juice splashes on the desk alarmingly close to his nearly-finished report) into the air.

“Okay, okay! I’m coming,” Diavolo concedes, still brimming with amusement as he easily disposes of the empty pomegranate husk with his magic. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he wipes the remnants of sticky juice off the blade and his fingers, staining the pristine white purple.

“Let’s stop by the kitchens on the way there, Barbatos. Fruit has only made me realize how famished I truly am!” Diavolo says, placing the handkerchief down and stretching his arms up as he stands.

“I can bring something to your office, my lord.” Barbatos shoots down the attempt at escape, and Diavolo tsks under his breath.

“You’re too smart, Barbatos,” Diavolo says, walking towards his butler and patting one hand on the other’s shoulders, “You know all my tricks by now.” He nods sagely as they walk to the exit of the room. Barbatos gives a soft sigh.

“We both know that’s not true, my lord.”

Lucifer watches, unafraid to admit to himself that he finds some amusement in Diavolo’s plight, before he realizes the mess that Diavolo has left behind.

“Your – ” Mess? Pile of fruit seeds? Penchant for completely derailing Lucifer’s productivity? Whatever Lucifer had intended to say is cut off by a dismissive wave of Diavolo’s hand and a cheerful slant of a smile on the other’s face.

“Those are for you!” Diavolo laughs, and Lucifer doesn’t have the opportunity to get a response in before Diavolo whirls into the hallway, Barbatos shutting the door after him with a soft click.

Lucifer sits in silence, listening to the muffled, familiar chatter between the two, fading as they travel further from the door. He tells himself that this is to make sure that Diavolo has truly left, not for any other frivolous, flowery reasons that his brothers might claim, were they to know of his lingering gaze on the plate, the stained handkerchief Diavolo left behind.

The plate of pomegranate seeds rests in the corner of his desk, still untouched.

Lucifer ignores it until the candles in the room burn dangerously low, the only indication of time passing thanks to the endless twilight of the Devildom. When he finally decides to stop, he rolls his neck to alleviate the stiffness, eyes fluttering shut at the tension.

When they open again, his gaze lands once more on the plate.

This time, it stays.

Alone in the privacy of his office, Lucifer props an elbow unceremoniously on the table. He brings his hand to his chin, gloved fingers tapping at his lips. More silence passes, a decision is made. Lucifer tugs off the glove of his right hand.

For him, Diavolo had said.

Lucifer isn’t particularly fond of pomegranates.

The flavor isn’t anything amazing to him, and they’re much too messy, but there’s a strange, perverse pleasure beginning to blossom inside him at the fresh memory of Diavolo devoting his time to a task solely for Lucifer, understanding coloring where there was once muted shades of gray.

Kings are servants to their kingdoms, but there’s an undeniable intimacy in the act of servitude for one.

It makes the initial burst of flavor on his tongue all the more sweet.

#ch: diavolo #ch: lucifer #pr: dialuci #writing #did i post something incredibly personal and then also post dialuci to draw attention away from the personal post?#yes

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gisachi · 4 years ago

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Please make number 22 with ShinRan, and maybe the one who interrupts them can be Sonoko/Heiji...oh! And please make it canon and not AU. Sorry if this is too much request 😁😁

Hello, thanks for sending in a number! I gotchu with your request~ Wrote this on a whim so please excuse grammatical and/or spelling errors. Hope you like this one! 💖

22. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party. (1,231 words)

“Ow!”

“I told you, stay still!”

“I am trying!”

“Stop flinching, Jesus!”

Carefully holding his elbow in place, Ran dabs Shinichi’s freshly acquired bruise with cotton and alcohol, and the injured detective does nothing but wince in pain as if Ran’s rubbing salt on it.

“Can you at least be more gentle?!” Shinichi half shouts, and Ran rolls her eyes and huffs, working this time on the scraped skin on the side of his right hand, which has him clenching his fist tight and sinking his teeth to his lower lip.

“I am gentle, you just have poor pain tolerance.”

Shinichi sags against the couch, trying to keep a straight face while he watches Ran tender some more scratches on his right arm and lower leg. “This sucks.”

The disgruntled woman eyes him from head to toe.

“Just as I pray we won’t stumble upon some random case in our weekend trip to Osaka, we suddenly have this,” she remarks, tone stern and steely as they sit on the living room couch of the Hattori residence, the Osakan couple locked up in Heiji’s room where Kazuha tenders the hot-blooded detective’s identical bruises.

Unlike the boys, the girls are smart enough to conclude that they must not cure these two in the same space, lest they prefer graver wounds. Not from each other, but from their girlfriends restraining them with martial arts if they keep up with such incredibly childish behavior.

“At least they’re just minor injuries?”

“Which you could’ve avoided if only you and Hattori-kun acted more like your age,” she sighs as she plasters a bandaid over his bruised elbow. “Seriously, you’d be in bigger trouble if not for me and Kazuha-chan acting immediately.”

“It’s unavoidable, I swear.”

“Shinichi, you and Hattori-kun slid along the riverbank and almost fell straight into the water, you could have missed that,” the bite in the last phrase makes Shinichi cringe in shame.

“But you didn’t because you weren’t looking at where you’re walking,” Ran presses the alcohol soaked cotton a little too hard on his leg that he whines, “Because why? You’re busy fighting over who’s the better detective, minutes after the fangirls left us. Give yourselves a break, will you?”

Still wincing, Shinichi speaks behind gritted teeth, “but I can’t just let Hattori—”

Ran throws him The Glare, and he grumbles in defeat.

“Fine, I lost my cool there. Right.”

“Apologize to Hattori-kun after this, please? He’s even hosting us this trip, we should be grateful!”

“Right.”

Shinichi exhales inwardly, secretly mocking himself because he realizes where the Hattori Influence brought him. Damn, a quarter of the West Detective’s competitive spirit seems to have jumped to him. He isn't the type to really care about being the best in Japan, but curse Hattori and his contagious, feisty, over-the-top attitude. He makes a mental note to hang out with him less. That is, if he can even reject this annoying dude who also happens to be his best bud.

Ran closes the first aid kit, places it on the end table. “You’re hopeless,” with scrunched eyebrows, she pulls a cannot-be-helped smile, tracing the small abrasion on his cheek, the last one to clean, “such a hopeless, stubborn detective.”

In that moment, he deadpans to her lips, then turns away just before she catches the blush sprouting from his cheek.

“You know, there’s one way you can cure me instantly.”

“How?”

He doesn’t reply, but a few seconds in and Ran utters a silent ‘oh,’ seeming to get the hint. From the corner of his eyes, he sees her fidgeting on her seat.

Feeling the awkwardness setting in, he coughs.

“I mean, not really a cure, heh, but, you see—”

Before he can finish, she grabs his collar and plants a quick kiss over the bruise on his cheek, and he almost dies on the spot.

Ran lets go, scoots a few inches back the couch, looks at him coyly.

“There,” she says, shy but resolute, tinge of pink shading her ears and cheeks, “Feeling better?”

Shinichi flushes hard, stares at her like a lovestruck idiot.

Then, he sighs deep, sinks into the couch.

“Why do you always aim for the cheek…” he mumbles, moping like a child as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“I’m sorry?” Ran sidles to hear him better, blush not disappearing from her face.

“I’m saying…” he turns his head, gulps at the realization that she’s closer than when she’s tending his wounds, lashes flapping enticingly as she blinks, cherry lips pouting cutely, the v-neck of her shirt revealing a modest amount of cleavage and it’s making all the blood in his veins gush to his head.

“Damn it! What I’m saying is!” He grabs both her shoulders, and there is this ridiculous thumping noise in his chest like he’s about to have a heart attack.

It grows even louder as Ran’s wide eyes lock his indulgently, before they flutter shut, nice and slow, and Shinichi can only do so much as tighten his grip on her shoulders and inch his lips closer, and closer.

“Aim for this next time, Ran,” he sighs his last words before his lips meet, not the air, not her cheeks, but her lips.

After how many attempts. Finally!

‘Yes yes yes yes yes’, Shinichi’s brain repeats, blood boiling at a thousand Celsius as her soft, silky lips caress him, replacing the stinging pain in his sanitized injuries with butterflies and flowers creeping and growing at exponential speed in random places in his body and everything feels sooo nice. Right, he’s feeling much better now. But only for the first few seconds. Because now a particular heat radiates down to his abdomen, to his pelvis, and it grows even stronger everytime Ran makes a delighted whimper as he moves his lips and changes his angle to fit hers better, and, and... why are their bodies slowly pressing flat into the couch?

“Oi, Kudo. The ahou’s right, I might’ve gotten a little over— HAAAAAAH?!”

Ran falls to the floor with a resounding thud, Shinichi scrambles to his feet trying to shield her from Heiji’s view but there isn’t any need because Heiji already saw their secret escapade though he prays he didn’t at all.

“Th-The hell are you doing not knocking, Hattori?!” Shinichi stammers as he sits clumsily on the floor, Ran behind him, both their ears, cheeks, neck as red as fresh molten lava.

“Why should I knock in my own house, Kudo??!” Heiji shouts back, tone furious despite the evident flush of red growing from his neck up.

In the background, the whistle of wind and cooing of birds intensify.

“...”

“Listen. I-We...it was in the spur of the moment, we didn’t plan to—”

“Ya bastard, even in MY house!”

An ominous, raging black aura spawning from Heiji’s back accompanies his roar and Shinichi stops explaining, wanting to apologize and laugh and run away instead at the absurdity of it all. Too late though, because Heiji’s already trapped him with his deadly I-get-it-but-you-fucking-owe-me-again-Kudo and I’m-going-to-upstage-you-just-wait-and-see glare before he drags an oblivious Kazuha - who appears from behind the archway completely missing everything Heiji saw - on the wrist and Kazuha stumbles on her feet.

“Kaz’ha, come with me! Kudo’s challenging me again!”

“Eh?? But did ya already apolo— wait what challenge? Whaddya mean Heiji?”

They hear Kazuha last before the door to Heiji’s room slams shut.

#shinran #slight heizuha #fanfic #kiss prompts #had a good laugh while i was typing this #presenting our idiot detectives #lmao #hope you like it!! ^^

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bazypitchandsimonsnow · 4 years ago

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Fic Writer Interview!

Thank you to the amazing @carryonsimoncarryonbaz and @bazzybelle for tagging me, you peeps are awesome!

Name: Theo [ridiculously Irish last name]

Fandoms: Carry On, obviously haha. Rn I’m very invested in MDZS/The Untamed, been reading fics nonstop! In general, I like Raven Cycle, Red, White and Royal Blue, DC comics, Locke & Key, and A LOT of web comics. Seriously, it’s a comical amount.

Where you post: Here on the Hellsite and on AO3. I used to post on FF but I stopped using that account a long time ago. The web design is garbage and the small text made my eyes hurt. No thank you!

Most popular one-shot: To my legit surprise, it’s “Love, Snow”! It’s not that this fic is bad, I actually really like it, but I though it would be “Just a Friend Date” or the Watford Cove sequel. Love, Snow was a weird af idea I had that I didn’t expect to get attention, but apparently people like it! So yay!

Most popular multi-chapter: Oh, definitely “Straight Boy.” I was also kinda surprised by how popular that one ended up being. I legit wrote it on a whim cause I thought a reddit post was funny, and in my self critical opinion, it’s not that well written, but people really liked it so yay again!

Fic you were nervous to post: Every. Single. One. I shit you not, I go through multiple rounds of anxiety before I post anything. Then afterwards I’m filled with even MORE anxiety and constantly read fics over to make sure I don’t have huge spelling/grammatical errors. I’m happy to put my work out there but it is def very nerve wracking every time.

How do you choose your titles: Usually I just think of them or I use song lyrics. If I’m completely stumped, I usually ask @carryonmylovelies for help, and she always has great ideas. (Btw none of my writing would exist without her. She usually gives me at least one suggestion for all my stories. There’s a reason I thank her in almost every fic.lol)

Do you outline: Hahahahaha fuck no! I’m a chaotic probably ADHD mess, I don’t have the patience for outlines. I do have a sort of vague idea when I start out, and I usually rant about it/run it by @carryonmylovelies before I actually write it. The middle is usually the most vague and I figure that out as I go then edit it later. It can take longer but if I write it out of order I rarely finish it.

Do you take prompts: I used to do a lot of prompts! Early followers might remember me doing an insane number of requests over the summer. The majority of my fics are from requests. However, as my health has declined, I’ve had to stop taking any prompts and sadly give up on the ones I had left. TL;DR I had two nervous breakdowns in less than a year and went on psychiatric meds. (Been on them for over a year now, I’m okay, dw.) Good part: I’m not in a constant state of crippling anxiety anymore! Bad part: I don’t have the insane energy I used to. Add that to my chronic migraines getting worse, and I can’t think of ideas or churn out fics as quickly as before, which makes prompts too stressful. Now I just do what I want when I can, which means my stuff isn’t as popular anymore as I don’t post very often. It’s a bit of ego stomp lol but imo it’s better for my health to take things slow. Huge apology to all the people whose prompts I never did btw, I’m really really sorry! Unfortunately my shitty body will not cooperate anymore. I hope you’ll still want to read anything else I put out in the future!

Complete: All my Carry On fics are complete. I write the entire thing in advance because I’m a perfectionist when it comes to continuity and plot. Spelling, grammar, and punctuation tho? Not so much lol

In progress: Rn I’m seriously working on an AU based on the old crime drama show “Medium.” Essentially you’ve got Simon, a slightly short fused psychic who ends up having to deal with problems, both from the living and the dead. And you’ve got Baz, his intelligent, fascinated, supportive but more practical normal bf who sometimes helps with psychic shit. Hijinks ensue!

Idk who to tag but here are the people I can think of off the top of my head!

@carryonmylovelies @the-lincyclopedia @annabellelux @vkelleyart @basic-banshee (sorry sorry my brain is fried I can’t think of anyone else! if you wanna do it, then do it!)

#tag game #fic writer interview #t talks

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cutietobio · 5 years ago

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That Bokuto scenario with Akaashi's twin sister was funny. But true chaos would be Oikawa accidentally groping Iwaizumi's sister. MUA HA HA!!

ahhhh, i hope you like this anon! i wrote this on a whim with 0 editings, I’m too dependent on grammarly to pick up on all my spelling errors. please enjoy!!

OIKAWA

It was a constant routine for you to sit in on the team's practices after school. You had no choice, really, seeing as you had to wait for Iwaizumi before you could both head home together. You didn’t mind it one bit and actually found it quite interesting, watching the team play only fueled your excitement for volleyball, even if you were a mere spectator.

As you watched the boys on the court from your seat on top of the bleachers, your eyes naturally averted their gaze as they settled upon Oikawa. You weren’t even aware that you were zoning out on him until a volleyball sent a particularly hard hit against his head. Some teammates snickered as Oikawa staggered back with a whine, grasping his head and rubbing at the sore spot.

Iwaizumi came up behind him, however, he offered no consolation and instead picked up the attacker ball that rolled to a halt in front of his shoes.

“I’m sorry, Oikawa-san! I sincerely apologize!” A first-year member who had been responsible for the aimless serve bowed frantically, eyebrows furrowed up and face contorted into a look of worry for hurting his senpai.

“It’s fine, it’s fine~” Oikawa waved the boy off, who hesitantly scampered away. After such a hard hit to the head, he felt a bit woozy. He refused to look weak, knowing very well you were likely watching the whole situation unfold. Oikawa's cheeks reddened at the thought of you witnessing him in such an embarrassing predicament. He wondered if you were perhaps laughing at his state, like some of the others had been.

Timidly, Oikawa looked in your direction, hoping to steal a glance of you without catching your eye. Unfortunately for him, your eyes met his instantly. Instead of looking away, he noticed the evident concern painted across your facial features and willingly stared back, finding himself relax under the comfort of your obvious care for him.

“Oikawa, you better sit down, you’re swaying too much,” Iwaizumi pointed out, giving his shoulder a firm pat before shoving him in the direction towards the bleachers, where you quickly stepped down from in order to aid him.

Once your feet were on the stable ground of the gym floor, you held a hand out for Oikawa to take. He smiled at you gently, eyes softened in a half-lidded state. He looked so peaceful and at ease, but his body movements slowly began to waver and your smile faltered.

“That kouhai really hit that volleyball hard, I feel a bit dizzy, (Name)-chan,” Oikawa moved forward, unable to lift his feet as they dragged across the floor in a staggered motion, “I forgot my lunch at home today, too, I think that’s why I-”

“Oikawa, wa-” your words were cut off at the sight of him tripping over the stray gym bag blocking his path which he failed to notice, immediately, you grabbed out for him and he did the same, fully alert of what was happening. It was enough to break him from his dazed state as he reached out for you, his hands groping onto something soft to stop his fall.

The squeaking of tennis shoes and hitting of volleyballs that echoed around the gym fell deadly quiet as all eyes turned to stare in your direction. A noise of surprise formed at the back of your throat as you felt Oikawa grope your chest, unaware of what exactly he was holding onto.

“Sorry, (Name)-chan, I-” Oikawa’s breath hitched as he looked up at you, cheeks flushed and mouth agape. Slowly, he processed the situation. His eyes trailed down your body, stopping at the sight of his large hands cupping your breasts through your school shirt. In his state of shock, Oikawa admired with wide eyes how well you fit his hand.

“SHITTYKAWA!” A yelp sounded from Oikawa as he instantly pulled away from you at the booming yell coming from Iwaizumi, who began storming up to the boy from across the gym. Before Iwaizumi could reach him, you jumped to block Oikawa defensively with your small stature in comparison to his own towering figure.

“Hajime, leave him alone,” Iwaizumi glared at you, which you responded with a glare of your own, except more intensifying. The glaring competition lasted for a few seconds until Oikawa now had to step in before anything could ensue between the unpredictable twins. Breaking you apart, Oikawa reassured you both that there’s no need to get all riled up.

“It was a mistake, Iwa-chan, (Name)-chan,” he looked between you both but noticed you were too busy having a silent argument with your eyes.

“A mistake?” Iwaizumi questioned, his narrowed eyes continuing to glower into your own, “You expect me to believe that when you’ve had a crush on my sister since the second year?”

Your eyes widened at the revelation, turning to look at Oikawa who paled at his secret having been revealed.

“Iwa-chan!” He whined, unable to continue arguing with the boy who promised he wouldn’t tell about his crush on you. At this point, the rest of the team had returned to their practice, a few keeping their stares lingering while others weren’t too interested to be caught up in Oikawa’s love life drama. If anything, they were just satisfied that their flamboyant captain had gotten a good smack alongside the head.

“You have a crush on me?” You questioned, catching Oikawa’s attention as he hesitantly met your eyes. Sheepishly, he rubbed at the back of his neck, urging himself to maintain eye contact and remain calm,

“I have for some time now,” he said, tensing up at your sudden silence. He prepared himself for rejection until you grabbed at his hand with your own.

“Good, I was hoping you would confess soon. You didn’t have to purposefully grope me, you know? You could have just said so,” you smiled wide at his flustered expression.

“I didn’t grope you on purpose, (Name)-chan! It was an accident, please, I’m not a pervert!” Oikawa wailed desperately, following after you with heavy footsteps as you led him to the bleachers.

“Whatever you say, Pervertkawa.”

“(Name)! That doesn’t even sound right!”

“Sit down so I can get you some water, Pervertkawa.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader haikyuu #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines

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prtgniiist · 4 years ago

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all the numbers 👀👀

⤿ roleplay habits | not accepting

i’m grateful but jESUS that’s a lot

what’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?

answered x

are there any languages besides english in which you think you could comfortably roleplay?

nope. i know filipino and japanese too but i don’t think i can fully write using those languages roleplaying as i’m not fluent anymore

how often do you reach for a synonym dictionary when writing? how about mentally?

oh lol i have the thesaurus.com opened on a separate tab while writing. though i find myself not using it as much, only occasionally.

how often do you need to translate your own or the other’s writing with a dictionary or google when writing and reading replies?

uh not a lot? not anymore. sometimes though i have to double-check if i spelled certain words correctly but other than that, i don’t really check. i get too distracted if i look through a different site/page while writing, i have to continuously write otherwise i’m gonna lose my train of thought

do you listen to music while your write?

answered x

do you have ideal writing circumstances when you can do a lot of drafts or tackle really long ones very easily?

its not very specific but i feel like writing more early in the day ( though unfortunately since i work a 9-5 job i don’t get enough time being on here ). i also get into the right mood writing long ones after reading something ( i usually read some novels but lately, i just read some fanfictions )

are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer?

morning

how does tiredness affect your writing?

it affects me a lot. being in a good mindset helps me write so when i’m feeling meh because i’m exhausted i just don’t feel like doing anything/write anything

have you ever written a serious reply intoxicated?

nah, i only drink when i’m with friends or when i’m at a party. and i usually just pass out in bed as soon as i get home

how much do you proof-read as you are writing vs. proof-read at the end?

hahahaha none at all. after i write it, i just always go “FUCK IT” and hit reblog/publish and then after maybe an hour i reread what i wrote and then cry internally when i find any typos/grammatical errors

when you are writing a reply, how much ahead in the thread do you plan?

it depends on the plot of the thread + the overall mood. when its more on the fluffy, lighter side i just go with the flow. sometimes its fun to see how a thread progresses as i write it on a whim. but if the thread is more plot-based ( something that i have already plotted out with a partner ) i try to implement everything that was talked about in order to go specifically to where we want it. one time i wrote ( physically write with a pen and paper !!! ) all the bullet points that i have to hit in my reply

is there ever been a time when you’ve had to drop a roleplaying partner because you’ve found their writing style exhausting?

yeah, once. not on this blog though, it was a while ago so i don’t remember much. i just remember that they wrote in this specific dickens-esque purple prose style that was just super exhausting because haha wow what are you even saying

does writing roleplay things in public spaces make you uncomfortable?

not really. i used to write replies while i was in a lecture in uni lol as long as its not nsfw then i’m completely fine with it

what do you do after you see a person has replied? do you read it immediately, or do you wait for it to show up on the dash? do you like it, draft it immediately, etc?

i read it first and then draft it ( unless i’m already on the computer when i see the reply )

how often do you need to change the icon in your reply while or after writing the reply?

actually not that often. what icon i’m gonna use is usually the first thing i know before writing the reply. i internalize the emotions first before replying and since i sort my icons/graphics in order of emotions ( like one would be named smile1 or sad2 etc ) i know exactly what to use

do you first get in the “zone” when writing, or do you start writing and “enter” it that way?

i get in the zone first! by reading something ( these days, its fanfiction ) just to get in the mood. otherwise i just stare at my drafts for an hour and then i just go play minecraft

what is your biggest obstacle to writing every day, if time doesn’t count?

laziness. depression. minecraft. but mostly its time... my work takes so much of my time, especially considering i don’t drive so i commute everyday and that takes most of my day

what’s your inbox count currently? what did you do to get it so high/low?

atm there are 2 i haven’t replied to

how many drafts is a paralysing amount?

more than 30! especially if its for different partners. i just feel really bad

if you are writing a wrong reply that’s not working out, do you save what you have to be continued at another date, or do you scrap it and rewrite?

i save what i have written and then try to continue it when i’m in a better mindset/when i can better write what i want to. but now after the tumblr update, for some reason, if the thread is already in drafts then i write my reply but i want to save it as draft again, it publishes it? idk why that happens. has that happened to you?

does making icons give or take away energy to write? what about other graphics?

it makes me feel calmer so it gives me energy? but it also enables me to procrastinate because after spending hours capping episodes + make icons, i just think to myself “okay at least i was productive its fine” i don’t actually make my own graphics. i commission graphics mostly ( like my theme background right now! )

longest reply you’ve ever writen on mobile?

i used to roleplay on kik ( ahaha ah the good ol days ) so that’s the only time i roleplayed on mobile. i don’t write replies for threads on here while on mobile because for some reason, i don’t really know why.

does the total amount of threads you have going on matter to you, or just how many you owe?

uh yeah it makes me really anxious

what’s your thought process when you format? any unspoken rules you follow?

i just really do CAPS + bold for emphasis and that’s pretty much my “aesthetic formatting” i used to do this whole i write in small line like its a poem because i used to be a p r e t e n t i o u s dude

how does your follower count affect your mood?

doesn’t affect me at all i think? i don’t really look at my follower count it does affect me though when i see a partner/or someone i wanted to interact with deactivate

#/ ICANT BELIEVE #/ thank you though you're the best #creturae #《 — 𝑶𝑶𝑪. ⤿ chris chris fall in love 》#《 — ⤿ ask answered. 》

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kurokoros · 6 years ago

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I totally get that you would need a break and I hope you do get some rest and relaxation. I’m sorry you’ve been getting all these shitty anons. Just dropping in to say we’d miss you but we will be patiently waiting for you to come back swinging with your witty and ruthless posts about how horrible this show is and anything and everything you want to write for us 💕

Thanks Jes

I’m better now than I was earlier though. I cleaned out more of my likes, had a good cry, and bought $30 worth of my favorite AriZona Tea, so I’m okay.

I’ll probably be around a bit spotty the next week or two while I try to finish D3 and get that posted. I’m working on setting up a queue and I’ll pop in to check on asks/messages, but yeah. It’s just been a lot of shit piling up and I need a few days.

#alisha babbles #i've been on this hellsite for years #and recent weeks have been rough #sweetpeasbabydoll

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firecrackerroot · 6 years ago

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Dear DC3, here’s the answer you deserve....

Once again, my friend, once again you manage to make me tear up at work and spend an entire day thinking about how to reply to you. But I’m going to try. AS best as I can without starting to cry again ahahaha everything you said is in bold and my answer will be bellow each part. Here we go....

Your mind? Unmatched. Your writing ability? Flawless. Hotel? Trivago.

Okay, so two three things first:

1. I’m not sure if you can see my email (I had to put it on the form to submit this), but just in case you can I want it to be known that middle school me did not know how horrible a person real life Randy Orton is. I have since come to my senses and no longer stan.

- I completely understand because I too have an embarassing email and it’s too late to let it go ahaha

2. I’m sorry this took a century to get to you. My only excuse is a winter storm that the States had wrecked my internet connection (and my will to do anything productive, tbh). To make up for it, I shall share my thoughts on both chapter 10 and the epilogue at the same time so it doesn’t take me another hundred years to message you about the last chapter.

- I would’ve waited another century, don’t worry :) as for the storm, I hope the only thing it damaged was your internet connection and that other than that, everything else is okay. And just like your internect connection, I hope your will to do anything productive has been restored!

Sidenote: I’m finishing writing this at 4:30am where I live, so I’m going to go ahead and apologize if most of this has spelling errors or doesn’t make sense. I’m going to try and go back over this before I submit it so you don’t have to read a whole mess………. but also I’m tired so….. sorry :D

- 4.30am??????????? On a week day?????????? Holy shit! Thank you for your bravery, truly ahahaha

Anyways, onto my favorite fic ever…

- *blushes*

I love how you were able to explain The Marine 6’s plot in a way that didn’t take away from the story you were telling. I believe that even if I never watched the film, I would still be able to understand what was going on… but since I did watch the whole thing, I greatly appreciated how you structured this chapter in a way that you didn’t explicitly need to recap everything that was going on in the movie. It made for a much smoother read, so thank you.

- Phew! I’m glad to know that, both those things. The structure and the plot. Because I struggled a little bit with making sure everything would fit and make sense and I had to keep thinking about the movie and plot holes where I could fit my story so.... It was a lot of juggling. And fun fact: I tweeted the director of the movie about how long he thinks the action of the movie took, just to be sure my hours were correct but he didn’t get the questions and told me how long it took them to shoot the movie so I just went with my calculations ahahahaha

“In fact, had Maddy stayed in their apartment another minute or two, Cassie would’ve been on her knees pleading for her not to go.” I love this sentence because of how easily you were able to express Cassie’s love for Maddy in four short words: “on her knees pleading.” Picturing tall, strong Cassie so willing to show that type of vulnerability to Maddy is just so… i can’t think of the word… idyllic? idk… it was just a really gentle moment between the two. I genuinely enjoyed that simple sentence.

- Now that you mention it, I’m actually picturing tall strong Cassie on her knees begging Maddy not to go and it hurts. But I get what you’re saying. Is a type of vulnerability not everyone is willing to give/feel and we don’t get to see every day. But those two? They’re on that level.

Also, I love how you were able to insert your own universe in actual movie events without it being a reach. For example, having Cassie be the reason the boat and Cat showed up was a really nice touch and such an effortless way to express how much Cass looks out for Maddy.

- Cat actually shows up because Maddy asks one of the guys to ask her to return and bring the rest of them but, while Cat is driving there, she can still tell Cassie what’s happening. As for the boat, it felt so random in the movie that I had to explain it. Like......... She’s supposed to hold Sarah hostage in the building and then leave so why would the boat be there? Makes no sense ahahaha

I’m not sure if I’ve ever properly addressed this (and I’m still not sure how to word it correctly), but I love how your foreshadowing(?) comes off almost offhandedly? Like, you mentioned once about the significance of Cassie’s name in Greek mythology and then you subtly had that theme pop up in Maddy’s musings about her in past chapters… and if you weren’t paying attention I feel like it’d be easy to overlook those little tie-ins you so seamlessly include. I think it’s referred to as a motif? I’m not really sure, though, I never really spent time trying to understand that stuff in school and now I’m kinda regretting it lol. But anyways, I believe this is the first time you outwardly used that mythology connection to Cassie’s “predicting” an event in this chapter à la the drowning nightmare she had after watching a scary movie before bed. And that’s not the only thing that you would reference to in a past chapter and then repeatedly tie into something going on in the current chapter (like the life-changing car ride moments, the knife, etc.)… This story was so connected and thought out it blows my mind because I feel like that’s the type of writing I usually see in actual books and not fanfiction.

- Tbh I have no idea what it’s called either ahahahahaha but....... I truly like full circles. In shows and movies and books. And when they’re, like you say I do, easily overlooked, it makes everything more awesome because whenever you go back, you find something new. And I like that so.... I write that................. One thing about Cassie’s predictions tho. The mythology about her said no one believed her predictions and Maddy didn’t believe she shouldn’t go and, well, look what happened.

You’re such an intelligent writer and I’m not sure if I just never paid enough attention to other fics before or what, but I feel like I haven’t seen the same amount of time, dedication, and thought you put into your work be replicated in the same success in anything else I’ve read on ao3. And that’s not to say that other stories I spent time reading on that site weren’t good or the author didn’t spend as much time as you did on their story… but idk dude, there was just something so special about your fic that I had to say something. Honestly, I think that’s what made me reach out to you, to begin with. I just needed you to know how fantastic this story was because it touched me in a way other fics haven’t. But lemme stop this ramble here because we have more of the actual story to discuss…

- *insert photo of Becky, crying, holding her title close to her chest after the Last Woman Standing match*

I’m not sure if it was how I was reading it or if you meant it this way, but once Michael helped Cassie provide Maddy another means of an escape through water, I feel like Cassie’s panic over the situation skyrocketed and that feeling was replicated in the way you wrote her thought process. I even started to read the chapter a bit faster to find out what was going to happen next, which caused me to miss things; I had to go back and force myself to slow down and absorb your words properly- something I feel like Cassie was also doing as to not prematurely freak out over a situation that hasn’t happened yet. So that was kind of cool “bonding” moment I had with Cassie there lol.

- I love that you bonded with Cassie for all the wrong reasons ahahahaahahahahahahhahahahahaah but yeah, I meant it like that. The fact that Michael sent the boat didn’t help Cassie calm down. It only worsen the situation for her because all she could think about was her dream and it was suffocating her.

“This time, Cassie’s heart was sinking lower and lower in her body. To a depth she had never reached.” STOP WITH THE DROWNING REFERENCES IT HURTS MY HEART!!!

- I’M. SORRY.

“IF YOU DON’T CALL IT, I WILL PICK UP THAT PHONE AND I WILL MOVE HELL IF I HAVE TO.” I imagine if this was a movie that this would be the part where the audience would cheer the main character for not sitting idly by and letting the love of their life die and also where the gays would weep because "they love each other so much” 😂

- True and every true ahahahahahaahhahahaha

“I’m not going to lose the love of my life because of someone who never loved her enough.” Okay, wow, the power of that statement hurt but also YASSSSS CASSIE. It’s ridiculous how much you’ve made me love these characters. Like I feel actual happiness that Maddy has someone like Cassie to love her that perfectly (and i’m a lil jealous because why can’t I find my own Cassie?)

- Confession: I had to stop writing after that line because I started crying about it. And that was one of the lines I didn’t have planned. I was doing my thing, thinking about that dialogue and suddenly I hear Cassie’s crying voice say that in the back of my mind and I had to sit down because well, shit. (you’ll find your Cassie unless...................... you’re Cassie!)

Also, it is so refreshing to have a healthy parental relationship being shown here. Honestly, the fact that Michael, without question, gave up a favor with the coast guard all based on Cassie feeling that something was wrong is HUGE. Michael could have used that favor if something went wrong in a deal and they had to hide evidence in the water or something… like it could have been a “get out of jail free” card and he didn’t even blink when deciding to use it on Cassie’s whim. I’m so, so, so happy Maddy found the Knox’s. She deserves this level of love after the bullshit her father has put her through… When you expand this universe into little one-shots, I would love to see the Knox family dynamics where Maddy is concerned. Like the process of how each member fell in love and accepted this broken Irish girl into their family and the maddening moments where they could tell Maddy didn’t understand how important she is to them. I can just imagine how many headaches her obliviousness gave the Knox’s throughout the years.

- Michael might be a mob king but he’s a very Soft man. And not only did he knew how much Maddy meant to Cassie, he also wasn’t willing to lose Maddy. Which means that if he could do something to save her, even if it meant giving up a “get out of jail free” card, as you say it, to help? Then so be it. Also isn’t it painfully interesting that Horus destroyed Maddy’s life in more ways than one but at the same time, he was the one that gave her the Knox’s? Makes you think.......................................... As for your wish, consider it granted. Title of the story? “Michael and Beth: 2 times they realized they loved Maddy and 2 times they wished she understood.”

When you switch back to Maddy’s POV and she basically says she deserves to die because of the choices she made, I wanted to grab her out of the water and strangle her myself for being so DUMB to believe she deserved it and for how SELFISH she was by giving up because Cassie doesn’t deserve a dead girlfriend!!!! Ugh, I love her so much but sometimes I really want to ram Maddy’s head against the wall lmaoo.

- Same, my friend, same ahahahahaha when I imagined the scene and proceeded to write it, I remember laughing because c’mon Madssssssssssssssssssssss, the girl is waiting!

“Beth, her mother, was waiting by the hospital door and no one seemed to be around. Strange for that time of the day.” Ah, I see the “great lengths to protect” Maddy conversation we had on tumblr came to play here. Again, I’m so glad she has this family in her life.

- That’s exactly it. Michael emptied that aisle of the hospital just so Maddy could be taken in without being seen.

Also, did the importance of the mausoleum ever come into play? Maybe I’ll answer my own question when I reread the epilogue to write my comments on that… Speaking of, I can’t believe how long this post already is and I’m not even on the epilogue yet.

- Not explicitly, no. Since the Hayes left when Nora was killed, her body was left behind for others to bury. Others being her family that never approved her marriage to Horus. So, obviously, they’d bury her on their terms, with her name. It was also a little bit of foreshadowing that Maddy too wouldn’t be buried in the mausoleum.

“To know it was real and that she hadn’t been fed false hopes only to crumble to her knees by a hospital bed.” Hmmmmm, is this a subtle nod to earlier in the chapter where Cassie was going to drop to her knees and beg Maddy to stay? ‘Cause then you do the same thing with the, “Everything was calm. The storm had already passed. And they both reached the shore. Safe and sound.” lines. Tying it back to the beginning of their relationship where a storm was roaring until they stopped being stupid and gentle rain awarded them after they finally embraced. It’s poetic really.

- I didn’t meant that kneeling to be a subtle nod to the beginning of the chapter but I did mean the storm passing one. Good eye!!!!!!

I don’t even want to talk about the following paragraphs that lead to the end of the story. They’re too perfect and heartbreaking and there’s nothing for me to say because you already have. Brava, my friend.

- I feel you but let me just say that I felt a little bit of pride with the last two lines Michael and Beth said. The whole “we’re asking you to marry our daughter”.

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Onto the epilogue…

Honestly, I’m not sure I’m going to have a lot to say on this because this whole chapter is just so perfect to me. You couldn’t pay me to come up with a better ending than this… Everything just came so full circle, it’s beautiful. I can easily picture the epilogue being an end credit scene of the film where you think the hard parts are over and haynox is living an idyllic life out in Ireland, just for the ending seconds of the film to close out on the two kicking ass and being the badass partner in crime duo we know them to be. I love it, I love it, I love it.

- Yeeeeeeeeeees, that’s what I meant for it to be. End credits, wrapping up everything. And when it all looks nice and smooth, the fire starts to burn and our partner in crime duo start to be badass again!

“But you love and respect your wife so…” Ahhh!!! it’s so weird seeing them call each other that, but (if you couldn’t tell) I love it! It’s what these dummies deserve. Also, I have a feeling it might have gone over my head, but is the necklace metaphor about their love/Maddy not being able to slip away? Like the necklace is tying down the ring so it can’t do something stupid like, say, DROWN IN THE WATER? 😂

- Huahahahahaha Maddy feels the same way, she’s also not used to the new term but they’ll get used to it. They have a lifetime to do so after all. As for the metaphor, it’s two things actually xD The first one you’re very close. I don’t know if you watched Jennifer’s Body but the only reason why Jennifer doesn’t die when Needy stabs her is because of their friendship necklace and when Needy rips it off, she dies. It’s like she’s tied to life by it. And the same can be said about Maddy and her necklace + ring. (it also means Cassie has Maddy by the throat which relates to their bedroom shenanigans but lets leave it at that ahahahah)

Also, the whole funeral scene was gold. From Cassie wanting to burn Horus alive and then realizing Hell will do that for her to Maddy being an idiot for considering leaving the car but allowing Cassie to have the control in confronting her father and finally ending her story with the Hayes. Ugh. Genius.

- Initially, I had planned for Cassie to set his car on fire and then drive away but as a I was writing, it sort of happened this way and I like it much better ahahah And we all know Maddy is an idiot but Cassie avenged her properly so it was all good.

Speaking of, you handled the time jumps so effortlessly and I could see you going back to certain events in your side stories- like Cassie helping Maddy through her fear of water, their first Christmas together as a couple, Maddy realizing that she was wrong before and that warm home she didn’t believe she could have again in Ireland was always possible with Cassie by her side… so many possibilities. (Also, I’d 100% be content with just playing them out in my head, so don’t feel obligated/overwhelmed to write them!)

- All of these have been added to my to-do list ahahahaha but I’m on vacation right now so unless you want to talk about certain parts of that before I start writing, we can. If not, starting February 22, I will HOPEFULLY make it rain again.

Okay, so the reasoning behind Maddy’s new name is perfect and everything I never knew I needed. And I totally see Maddy in you with the “…was more than what you thought you deserved. And more than you could ever thank them for.” bit. Newsflash, my friend, you and Maddy both deserve what this story has given you. I hope that one day you both can accept how wonderful you are and how much you deserve the praises you get on the world’s you create.

- All I can say to this message is thank you and I truly hope you’re right because in this moment? I can only vouch for Maddy when I say she deserves the world. Can’t say the same about myself. But I appreciate your words, all of them and I’m forever thankful for them. I hope you know that.

Weird coincidence, but I recently stumbled upon the song “Call Me” by Shinedown and have been kind of obsessed with it so when I found out that the pub and shop are called Sinners and Saints I was shooketh™ because that’s literally a line in the song… Anyways, I love the name of the buildings. I feel like that fits who they are so perfectly, you know? They are not one or the other, hot or cold, in or out, they’re always a perfect mix of both.

- I just heard that song and it’s preeeeeeeeetty cool and can actually fit Maddy, if you think about it. The names of the buildings actually came from the song that names the chapter because I feel it perfectly recaps the story. But yes, they’re a mix of both and isn’t that the best place to be?

And my god, we do not deserve Cassie. Her buying the shop? Painting the door green? Doing the research to find out the name of the pub that Maddy herself forgot? Having an auto shop be RIGHT there????? It’s fate. The red string theory. All the people and events they had to go through brings them right back where it started because that’s where they belong. It’s beautiful, so, so beautiful.

- When Cassie bought the shop, she asked for the history of it, previous owners and all that to get the information about it. And the auto shop was built from scratch because it wasn’t there. The red string theory always comes into play and especially here because, if you think about, they would’ve met at the pub even if Maddy’s left hadn’t changed. Think with me. Maddy would keep working at the pub, unknowing about the rest and one day Cassie and Michael enter to greet Horus and say their brewery is branching into Europe. It would’ve happened anyway.

I love that you showed Maddy calling Michael. She finally has a father that not only cares about her but is someone Maddy feels like she can go to and express herself to. And I love how you wrapped up her life in America. I can’t remember what chapter it was in, but I know you mentioned that even though Maddy does bad things, she always tries to make sure the innocents are spared so they don’t have to experience what she had to. So to see Neptune, the shop, and the rest of her employees being taken cared of instead of just forgotten after her “death” is perfect and such a Maddy thing to do. I’m thrilled you included that small bit.

- She could’ve called Beth but she wanted specific information only Michael could give. And yes, she finally has A Father. That’s her motto. That and the fact that it was never about the money. So she always paid her employees handsomely and if they needed help with a children tuition of something, she’d gladly pay for it. Knowing about that dependency, she would obviously leave them her car shop money if anything was to happen. Which she did.

I also love that haynox didn’t have to give up everything they wanted to be safe. In fact, they got everything they ever wanted- they’re married and in love, Maddy has her car shop she worked so hard for, Cassie has the brewery that she gets to build from the ground up, they’re both still involved in the crime business, and they both get to live in a place they consider to be “home.” You could not have written a more perfect ending.

- Everything they ever wanted is their, so long as they work for it. And they did. And now it’s time to enjoy every second of it. Together.

You gave them paradise.

- And you gave me many reasons to smile. I’m beyond thankful for the day that you decided to follow my story and felt so............. compelled by it............... that you decided to reach out and overwhelm me time and time again. Thank you. So much. For everything. I hope you stick around for more and I hope you know how awesome and kind and giving you are :)

#dc3 #my friend you overwhelm my heart with positivity and i'm not used to it #still so thankful #haynox paradise

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kill-it-with-an-x-burner · 7 years ago

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Fairy Tale (Chuunibyou!Izuku)

Basically, I just wanted to have an excuse to write Chuunibyou!Izuku at some point in my life. This is an experimental fic that I did on a whim so who knows if I pick this story up again at some point. (This is a one-shot btw.)

I wrote this in one sitting so pardon me for any spelling/grammatical errors and incoherent babbles.

Summary: As a child, Izuku had always been off in his own world. So when he gets a quirk fueled by his imagination, his personality takes a rather odd turn.

Izuku has been coming home late recently.

Normally, it wouldn't be too suspicious since most kids his age often got caught up playing with their friends outside. However, Izuku wasn't like them— he preferred to stay inside and read story books or watch hero videos all day. He'd rather sit at one spot for hours on end.

But nowadays, he looked completely exhausted; like he constantly ran a marathon every day. At times, he's covered in bruises and scrapes. She wasn't blind to his limps and minute flinches, either.

She even caught Izuku having long, one-sided conversations with himself. Izuku has always been a unusual child who spoke and acted differently from other kids, but he had never done anything like that before.

Inko thought that it might be his quirk— that her child may be seeing something that's not there, but the doctor said that it wasn't the case. Izuku may not have an extra joint, but her son's quirk is still dormant. "Perhaps it's just his imagination," the doctor said.

Yes, she was told it was normal for kids around Izuku's age to have imaginary friends, but she can't help but worry. Being extremely introverted at a young age wasn't healthy. I mean, the only friend he had that wasn't imaginary was Katsuki— and that was only because Katsuki is her friend's son!

It was why Inko resolved to get her son to talk. Did he prefer to be alone because kids picked on him at school? Why has he been returning home late? Was there anything she could help with?

As his mother, she wanted to know.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" She said, gesturing at her son to sit beside her. "These couple of weeks, you've been coming home tired and injured. Are you being bullied? What's going on?"

He froze like a child caught pilfering from the cookie jar. He began to fidget and stammer, trying to explain his situation. "I-I-It's nothing like that, I just—"

"I know that kids have been picking on you for being quirkless, okay? You shouldn't have to put up with them, Izuku! Just because you don't have a quirk doesn't give them an excuse to—"

"M-Mom, you've got it all wrong," Izuku interrupted her rant. He then mumbled something under his breath.

Wait, what? Did she hear that right? "Can you repeat that?" When he opened his mouth to speak again, she noticed that his bottom lip was trembling. "Louder, this time. I'm not mad. Calm down."

Izuku sighed. "...I have a quirk."

"You do?" Why this was wonderful news! He's always aspired to be a hero like All Might, and now he finally awakened his ability. "That's great and all, but what's it got to do with your bruises? And why haven't you told me yet?"

Her son looked as if he was about to cry. Knowing him, he probably was at any moment now. "I wanted to surprise you on your birthday tomorrow! All the other kids have flashy ones! I've been training my quirk so you to be proud of me..."

Inko hugged her son. "Oh, honey, it doesn't matter to me what quirk you have. I'll always be proud of you." Thank god for that. The woman was glad she was mistaken. Heaven knows what she'd do if her son was truly ostracized by his peers.

She clasped his hands. "Then, can your dear old mother see her wonderful son's equally wonderful quirk?" Izuku nodded excitedly. His mom wanted to see his quirk, even if it's not as eye-catching as Kacchan!

He trotted a few feet away from her. Her son took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A light green aura enveloped his body as a glowing circle appeared in front of him. Wind gathered and circulated in one spot until she could make out a shadow. In a split second, he opened his eyes and spread out his arms. "Fairy Sylph, come on out!"

Much to Inko's wonder, an actual fairy emerged from the wind. She had light green eyes and matching hair. Her heart-shaped face was framed by two, feather-like bangs and elongated ears. The tiny creature's body was covered from neck to toe with feathers of varying shades of green; arranged in such a way that it looked like a dress. Finally, on her back were delicate butterfly wings that glittered with every movement.

She was ethereal; downright gorgeous.

Inko felt like a little girl all over again.

"You shouldn't be sad about your quirk. This is incredible! I've never heard of someone summoning a fairy befo— IZUKU!" Inko panicked. Her son was lying down on the floor, unmoving. She carried him in her arms and began fanning him with her other hand.

The freckled boy held out a shaky hand to her. His mouth trembled as he spoke to his mother, "Calling Sylph is really tiring, mom... it's why I've... been practicing. Didn't wanna... keep passing out every time..."

"Izuku, I know you're excited and all but please don't push yourself too hard. It's a great quirk, but I don't want your health to suffer because of it."

A few hours later, her son already recovered. It wasn't anything life-threatening, but his quirk was extremely taxing on his stamina. Ever since that day, she helped her son harness his quirk so he wouldn't be too exhausted every single time he uses his quirk. In turn, her son was able to summon without collapsing and often went home with a tiny spirit companion or two.

For quite some time, Inko believed that he can only summon small creatures like Sylph and the azure-colored animal that tagged along during their trips to the grocery.

Then one day...

"I'm home!"

She went to the doorway to greet Izuku. "Welcome ba—" Inko dropped her ladle in shock. Her eyes widened incredulously as she stared at the creature behind her son. She raised a quivering finger at it. "W-W-W-Wha...!"

The freckled boy was lying down on the doorway. Izuku beamed at her as he tiredly patted the enormous, reptilian snout beside him, which was blocking the entire entrance. Smoke steadily leaked from the sides of its mouth as it let out a deep, throaty growl. She heard faint screams from outside.

Inko almost had a heart attack.

"Izuku!"

There was a reason why Izuku was her favorite of them all.

Obaa-sama, as many in the family addressed her, was the stern and strict matriarch of the Midoriya family who ruled over them with an iron fist. She may not be able to burn everything down like her husband, but she was incredibly intimidating and a figure of authority in their bloodline.

Contrary to popular belief, it was she and not her husband, who held the power in the family. She was the one who entered public service and eventually, the military. She was the one who went to the frontlines against the vilest of villains, whilst her husband stayed home to protect their children. She was the one who fought against the oppression against the quirk users. She was the one who brought prestige and honor to their family.

Thus, her word is law.

Much to her dismay, none of her children became like her. No one entered public service— no heroes, no policemen, no soldiers, no anything. They all settled for mundane jobs and thankless careers. Not to mention that no one bothered to at least hone their abilities. The powerful quirks they were blessed with were utterly wasted on them.

To rub salt into the wound, none of her children were able to inherit her quirk. Instead, they took after her husband's stronger quirk, and her grandchildren and great-grandchildren were no different. They either inherited fire or from their other parents who had equally strong and impressive abilities. If she, with her unconventional quirk was able to make a difference and bring honor to their family, then surely, those with better quirks can do the same if not better, right?

Honestly, her descendants were hopeless.

That is, until Inko, the wife of her youngest grandson, brought Izuku.

The child wasn't anything impressive— scrawny, clumsy, and soft-spoken. He cried easily, bruised easily from tripping everywhere, and for some time, he had been declared quirkless. She thought that he would be another failure in a long line of failures.

But then, it all changed on Izuku's fifth birthday.

The once thought quirkless child actually had a quirk. And not just any old ability, it was hers; he inherited her quirk. She was happy. Finally, someone in the family took after her! Not to mention that he had a more powerful version of hers and was ambitious enough to want to be a hero. This was the perfect opportunity.

"You're special, Izuku. You're the next hope of this family," She spoke as she petted his head. "Remember, every one of us is counting on you to restore our reputation."

Obaa-sama began to treat Izuku differently from the others. It was obvious to them that she regarded him with favoritism and many of their relatives were jealous that he was the one getting attention from the bitter old hag; that he's the one most likely to become head of the family in the future.

From then on, Izuku was convinced that he's meant for something more.

Izuku hadn't let praise and special treatment get to his head like Kacchan, however, it did lead to him developing a rather... odd personality.

The Midoriya matriarch was too blinded by the prospect of reputation that she never noticed anything, but the rest of the Midoriya family saw and knew all too well what was happening to the kid. It didn't help that his quirk thrived from it, either.

Obaa-sama's influence was fueling Izuku's delusions.

Oh, boy.

All Might was no stranger to eccentricities.

In the hero community, you interact with people from all sorts of backgrounds— and this meant meeting the more... colorful of the bunch; himself included among them.

But never has he met anyone stranger than the young man before him.

"I have anxiously waited for this day; the day that Obaa-sama has foretold— the arrival of my destiny." The green-haired boy covered his left eye with a trembling hand. It was briefly reminiscent of another hero he saw posing on live television. "To think that it would be you of all people... that you and I meet must be a fate decided by the world itself."

The man had been chasing a slime villain earlier. He barely made it in time to rescue the kid from being suffocated and taken over by said criminal. When he woke the kid up, All Might was taken aback because the boy he saved spaced out only to instantly burst in joy. For a moment, the man swore he saw sparkles appearing in the background.

The boy then directed his gaze at him. He expected the boy to thank him or something—

"I-I summoned you, didn't I, Sir All Might?"

—not this.

"Summon? What do you mean?" He scratched his head in confusion.

Predictably, the child ignored his query and went off to a tangent.

"Of course, I would summon you. I'm the best in the world. Obaa-sama even said that my quirk is more advanced; that I could summon any being! Ah, but wait. I can only summon spirits, not living people." He paled fast. "Oh, no. This is bad. This is really, really bad. If I summoned him, does this mean that Sir All Might is... is..."

The man felt dread settle in his stomach. The boy looked like he was about to cry. He jumped in surprise when the boy yelled out of the blue. "NO, THIS CAN'T BE TRUE!"

(What kind of kid did he rescue?)

However, who could have imagined that this eccentric, crybaby young man reminded him of what it means to be a hero: that heroes risked their lives to fight villains and protect the citizens.

His fists still quaked at the reminder of his momentary weakness.

Due to his carelessness, the slime villain was able to break free from his temporary container and captured another child whilst he idled by because he had reached his limit. Meanwhile, the kid fearlessly dove into danger, claiming that his body moved on its own.

At that moment, he was more heroic than any of the heroes.

It wasn't as if he charged in recklessly, either. His movements in confronting the criminal were clearly given thought; he crouched down low so he wouldn't be too noticeable and hurled his bag towards the villain's eyes.

This kid had what it takes to be a true hero. The only problem was...

"What's your name?"

The kid extended his arm in a melodramatic fashion. "I am Midoriya Izuku! Thy calling is that of a summoner, whose life is guided by and dedicated to the Sacred Guardian Spirits!"

(He has to give props to the kid— he already has a hero's dramatic flair done perfectly.)

"Ah, I see. You have been rendered speechless by your sudden arrival in an unknown location. You see, in my darkest moments, I sought out the strongest spirit in the world to battle against the forces of evil. Hence, I was able to call upon you."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Alas, it is unfortunate that you have passed on to the next plane of existence. But fear not, for I will peer into the ultimate abyss with you!"

...Somehow, the kid thought he was already dead. All Might sighed in exasperation. I guess, seeing my true form just made it worse.

He didn't know if this kid would be a viable candidate to be the next successor of One For All, but he did know that Izuku was plenty heroic and his heart was in the right place. He just has a... peculiar speech pattern and mannerisms that can put people off.

For instance, he refers to himself as the prince of a fictional kingdom and views heroes as some sort of honorable warriors or chivalrous knights. Villains aren't merely villains to him; he calls them all sorts of titles: tyrants, overlords, evil witches; you name it.

(All Might has seen this kind of phenomenon before, back when he was a student. He had a classmate with a reptilian quirk who firmly believed that he had a mysterious dragon force sealed in his left arm. He often proclaimed that he was a Dragonborn warrior.

What did kids call it these days— chuunibou? Chuuniban?)

Surprisingly, when he offered to admit him to Yuuei as a recommended student, the kid refused out of some sense of honor and fair play. He wanted to get into the school the old-fashioned way: pass the entrance exam. Although, he's going to be a piece of work; the kid was clumsy and totally unathletic.

His quirk was something else, though. To have the power to summon creatures that mostly exist in fiction... he can see where his student's imagination was coming from.

When asked about how he awakened his ability, Izuku only answered, "I have stared into the darkness, and the darkness has stared back. In my journey of self-discovery, I was able to call upon the beings of the universe!" He then gestured to the fairy sitting on top of his head. "Sylph, the Noble Spirit of the Healing Wind, is merely the first of many to have deemed me worthy of their power!"

(This was Izuku-speak for, "I was just hanging out somewhere when I accidentally activated my quirk. I summoned a fairy. Isn't that cool?"

All Might didn't know whether to be dismayed or impressed with himself that he's gotten used to his student's speech pattern and quickly understood what he was trying to say.)

The next ten months wouldn't be boring at all, that's for sure.

Iida Tenya was a person of principle and discipline.

Above all else, he wanted to be like his older brother, the Turbo Hero, Ingenium. He had always admired Tensei not only for his exceptional physical capabilities, but also for being someone who genuinely desired to help others. He was a paragon of virtue who would stand for his ideals, no matter what.

And today was his first step towards becoming that kind of person.

Up to this point, he was slightly disappointed by his peers. Many of them were clearly in for the hero industry due to fame or fortune— he could already see it with their actions and behavior. They were taking it as a game, making bets over who got more points compared to the others.

However, the one who disappointed him the most was the curly-haired kid.

Not only was he disruptive with his constant mumbling, he treated the entire thing like an otaku circus act. He was wearing the most outlandish garb he'd ever seen: a sequined All Might-themed top hat with large protruding attachments mimicking the hero's hair and a black high-collared cape over his green tracksuit.

He looked absolutely ridiculous.

In addition to that, he had the audacity to prance around as if he owned the place and even attempted to sabotage their fellow examinees. Only the lowest of the low would consider such a thing. What a disgrace.

With such a horrendous first impression and after berating the kid himself, he didn't expect to work with him at all.

As the zero pointer destroyed the surrounding infrastructure and loomed over to attack them, everyone made a run for it. He was no different. He heard someone calling for attention, but paid no mind to it as he continued to flee the scene.

"Hey, I said. Sir Engine Legs!"

To his surprise, a green light blocked his way. Iida halted his dash, barely avoided hitting the small creature. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stared at it. It was a fairy— a tiny fairy that was giving him a harsh glare.

He then noticed a light tug on his sleeve. He glanced to his side and felt irritation when he gazed at the strange curly-haired boy from before. The fairy was now sitting on top of the other's head. His lips pursed and curled into a slight sneer as he spoke to him with a harsh, stern voice, "What do you want? Don't tell me that you're planning on sabotaging even in this conditi—"

"You are mistaken! I am not so dishonorable as to put down our temporary comrades. I know you dislike me, but hear me out." The boy interrupted. He pointed in the direction of the gimmick robot. "I saw a young maiden trapped underneath the rubble over there." Iida's eyes widened. It was true, he saw a vague brown-colored shape in the distance. The robot was still some ways off, but if she doesn't get out of there in time, she could end up crushed.

"I'm not strong enough to lift the rubble or fast enough to get there in time, and to our misfortune, the mechanical golem is quickly approaching. I could destroy it, but it would be for naught since she might get caught in the crossfire." The kid scratched the back of his head. "If you get the lady out of there, I can take down the enemy for good."

Taking down the robot to show off? And what is with that speech pattern? "You do realize that it's not worth any points, right?"

The boy's face twisted into an angry expression. "It's not about the points. It's about helping her!"

As much as Iida abhorred the boy's previous conduct, this was no time to argue with him out of personal differences. The curly-haired kid was right; it is more important to help others than to squabble over petty things.

"All I have to do is run, right?" Iida flexed his legs. "You better not get any funny ideas."

He made an offended sound. "Of course not! Retrieve the maiden at all costs. I shall begin my incantation." Green aura covered his entire body as the atmosphere became heavier with each passing second. "O black omen hidden within the depths of the universe, spread your wings as you grace us with your divine presence..."

The curly-haired kid was downright bizarre. Iida blinked dumbfoundedly at the sight before shaking his head. No need to get distracted now. He activated his quirk and braced himself for the run. Any mistake could lead to the girl getting severely hurt.

"Wahh, it's coming!" The girl screamed in terror.

(In her panic, Uraraka Ochako had forgotten to make the rubble float off from her.)

In one massive leap, he zoomed across the street to her side. Iida focused intense energy on his leg and with all his might, he unleashed a kick to break away the large stone over her; creating a wide arc of sheer force that shattered it into tiny pieces. His actions caught the robot's attention and it went after them straightaway.

Just when they thought they still had time to get away, the gimmick machine's movement speed accelerated. It's crazy fast! Is Yuuei trying to get their applicants killed?! Iida thought.

Before the girl could even get a word in edgewise, Iida immediately carried her into his arms and ran for it. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the curly-haired kid still muttering. A bead of sweat trickle down his temple, and he felt his stomach dropped in fear. What is he doing? We're going to get crushed at this rate!

Iida had just run past him, when the curly-haired kid smirked. He raised his arms. "In the name of the summoner, I evoke your name," The sky darkened and the clouds swirled. An enormous circle filled with unintelligible scribbles and symbols appeared in the midst of it. "Come forth!"

What happened next shattered everything Iida knew about quirks. In his shock, his grip on the girl slackened and accidentally dropped her as both of their jaws dropped. Many other applicants in the distance also stopped running to gape at what happened.

"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!"

A large, black thing emerged from the heavens. It bellowed a mighty roar so powerful, it sent shockwaves on all sides. With every movement, the creature sent debris flying as it was too large for the street. Buildings collapsed and debris flew everywhere as it went on a rampage, tearing down everything in its path.

The zero pointer was no different. In one fell swoop of its tail, the robot went down. It then proceeded to breathe some sort of plasma from its mouth and destroyed the rest of the infrastructure and all other robots in the vicinity. After it wreaked havoc, it seemed to circle around to check if there was anything it missed. Somehow satisfied with its destruction, the creature disappeared in a burst of light.

(The curly-haired kid summoned a dragon. What the hell.)

Understandably, everyone was silent as Present Mic announced that the test was over. Nobody paid attention to the medics that came in, either.

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom established in the land of the rising sun.

The kingdom began as a small community founded by a farmer named Midoriya. He gathered all the other farmers that he knew to join him and help each other manage their farms. Under his rule, they flourished— what was a quaint little community now transformed into a bustling town. He then passed on the position to his only son, who also made their town thrive. The farmer's son would then pass it on to his own son, and so on and so forth.

As time passed, it continued to grow and grow and grow; from a community to a humble village to a boisterous city, and eventually, a kingdom was born. With the birth of a new kingdom was the establishment of a dynasty, and no one opposed the reign of the Midoriya family.

Like his predecessors, King Hisashi was just and kind. With his fair wife, Queen Inko, and his beloved son, Prince Izuku, the kingdom had many prosperous years during their reign— everyone was happy and content. It was why the people loved them dearly.

And it is also why they were utterly devastated when the king went missing.

One day, he just left and never came back. He abandoned his kingdom and his family to rot along with them. The queen and the prince grieved, and the people felt betrayed. The kingdom would have been in shambles without a leader. However, not all hope was lost. Because although the king has abdicated the throne, Queen Inko took a stand and became the new ruler. She picked up her husband's slack and lead the people as if the king never left.

Prince Izuku, who was expected to be lonely and bitter and loathing towards his father, was fairly unaffected by his absence. He moved on from his grief and remained a happy child. This was only thanks to his mother's guidance and the presence of his dearest friend, Kacchan.

Kacchan, as affectionaly named by Izuku, was the only son of Queen Inko's friend; the Duchess Bakugou Mitsuki. He was a precocious little thing who was both endearing and annoying. The duchess's young son was raised to be humble, but the commoners regarded him on a pedestal. He grew arrogant and developed a nasty case of inferiority superiority complex.

For all his arrogance, however, Kacchan was a figure of power and charisma— the picture of victory. It was why the other children followed his lead, and why Izuku admired him.

Both of them bonded over succeeding their parents and their dream of becoming a great knight like All Might. All Might was a legendary knight hailed for his numerous deeds. Despite his unknown identity, the people looked up to him. He was what every child aspired to be; a hero.

In a world of superhumans, Quirks were highly valued by society and knighthood was no different. Protecting the kingdom and the people would involve dangers of varying degrees. It was why the greater Quirk that a person possessed, the greater their chances of becoming a knight.

Izuku wanted to be a competent king who could not only rule, but also protect.

However, fate was unkind; he was rejected before he could even make something out of himself.

While children his age were discovering and developing their Quirks, Izuku has not shown any signs of having one. Out of worry for her child, Inko brought Izuku to the royal doctor.

"It's best you give up," The healer announced, pointing at a diagram of the bone structure of Izuku's foot. "The young prince is turning five soon and has yet to show any indication of his ability. He may not have an extra joint, but I concur that it's too late for him to develop anything at this point."

He was proclaimed Quirkless— a one-way ticket to becoming a social pariah. Many people viewed quirklessness as an undesirable mutation, and being the royal prince did not make him immune to their criticisms. Izuku, at the tender age of four, already knew that. But as long as he had his mother and Kacchan, he can take anything.

"You're a quirkless loser," Kacchan declared the next day. "Who'd wanna hang out with a weak Deku like you?"

He heard something shatter.

Maybe it was the glass he dropped. Maybe it was the bone in his arm after the bullies stomped on it.

Maybe it was his tender heart left broken in pieces due to Kacchan's heartless words.

Inko, witnessing his descent from a bright young boy to a melancholic child, knew she had to do something to cheer him up. The queen decided that if her child would not have any inherent ability, she would teach him magic. But she would not settle down with just any spellbook; she wanted only the best for her son, after all.

The queen gathered her most trusted warriors, saddled her loyal steed, and departed in search of a tome said to contain powerful spells (That would be 1500¥, ma'am," The clerk said.). She and her entourage was successful and thus, she returned from her journey giving the tome to Izuku.

"This is a tome filled to the brim with a wide array of spells. It takes a lot of responsibility to handle it," Inko spoke gently to her son as he hung on to her every word. "Perhaps you can't be a knight like All Might, but I know you can be something else just as great."

The young boy held onto the tome like a lifeline. He then hugged his mother tightly and thanked her profusely. "You're the best mom ever."

"I'm you're only mom," She joked.

Since then, Izuku spent his days reading the tome and memorizing every page to the last detail. He didn't want to waste the opportunity given to him by his mother. He quickly learns that it was not just a mere spellbook— it was also an autobiography detailing rituals involved in summoning spirits and monsters.

It was penned by a gifted sorcerer in the days of yore. They spoke of their travels through various places across the land. The boy was instantly fascinated by their tales. In fact, he had been so enraptured by them that he decided to try the casting spells on his own.

Though he may not have a talent for spellwork, Izuku discovered that he had a penchant for summoning. On his first try, he was able to call upon a tiny wind spirit called Sylph. He was spellbound by the mesmerizing beauty of the fairy that his mother caught him practicing magic without supervision. It was how she came to know his newfound skill.

His mother forbade him from summoning greater spirits for his body may not handle the strain. This doesn't deter him from trying time and time again. He didn't want to stay a powerless Deku any longer.

One tale in particular caught the prince's eye. The sorcerer claimed to have called upon the Dragon King, whom they tried to form a contract with. However, the dragon rejected them and sent them away with a large burst of its flames.

Izuku immediately knew that this was the summon meant for him.

Without telling anyone, he sets off to prepare the ritual to summon the Dragon King. Izuku went to the forest for his next deed. The young prince looked around to check if anyone followed him. Satisfied that he got away undetected, he then began the ritual.

"O ancient wyrm, ruler of the sky... hear my plea," He chanted while his body glowed with raw magic. There wasn't really any guarantee that it would work since the sorcerer noted there weren't any specific words to summon it, only that he had to mention its name; but this was the king of the dragons. If he wanted a pact, he had to treat a summoned being with respect.

"I, Midoriya Izuku, calls upon thee, Bahamut!"

A large magic circle appeared in the sky. The clouds darkened and strong bouts of wind enveloped the area. Izuku felt like he was going to be blown away. He dug his feet onto the soil, held onto a tree, and held his ground.

Suddenly, there was a crash above him, followed by another, and another— trees were knocked down with loud crashes. Branches, not just a few, but pretty much all of them fell as a pitch-black shape blocked his entire view above.

He then felt something poke his back. Izuku turned around, only to see enormous reptilian eyes looking back at him. The dragon's snout was forefront, with his equally large maw ablaze with flickers of fire.

"I didn't think it would actually work.”

According to Izuku, his ability is...

Quirk: Evocation of the Thousand Sacred Guardian Spirits (Official name is Imaginary Friend)

Description: The power to call upon the beings of the universe that exist beyond human comprehension (The power to create creatures and beings out of one’s imagination)

In other words, his ability is imaginary entity creation. It’s like Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends; Izuku imagines a creature and it comes to life.

Details:

Belief-Dependent Physiology: Needs to believe they’re real so they can exist. (Good thing Izuku is a chuunibyou.)

Can create and delete imaginary entities at will. The stronger, the bigger, and more in amount he creates, the greater the energy spent.

Has a time limit on manifesting an entity. The time limit is inversely proportional to the power, size, and complexity of the imagined entity. His current time limit for Bahamut is 1 minute.

Can give limited independence to an entity. (The entity can’t decide for itself. Rather, it acts upon Izuku’s will. How it interprets his command is where the “independence” comes in, and it also depends on what personality Izuku imagined it to have.)

Since this is technically a mental power, if he overuses his quirk, Izuku will risk not just body, but also mental fatigue. He will also suffer from headaches, nausea, and in severe cases, a nosebleed.

If you haven’t noticed, Izuku doesn’t stick to one chant. This is because he technically doesn’t need it, but due to belief-dependent physiology, he has to do it because chanting enforces his belief that he’s genuine summoning something that exists.

How the heck did Izuku become a chuunibyou? And what did you mean by “he didn’t let it get to his head like Kacchan”? Chuunis are arrogant!

Izuku becomes a chuunibyou because he was already slightly delusional in the first place. The last part of the fic was from his POV. Izuku viewed the world like a fairy tale as a child, hence the title. And because he gets a quirk fueled by imagination, his delusions just get worse. Not to mention that his great-grandmother egged him on.

The definition of chuunibyou is “a person which manifests delusional behavior, particularly thinking that one has special powers that no other person has”. They don’t have to be arrogant or think they’re above everyone else; just that they have a special power. You could say that the arrogance is a by-product of the chuuni mentality.

In this case, Izuku doesn’t get the arrogance.

Why did you even think of this in the first place?

Because I always thought Izuku would grow up different if he had a quirk in the first place, I wondered what would happen if he had an overreacting imagination stemming from his childhood days; and what happens if he gets a quirk that makes this problem worse. Thus, Chuunibyou Izuku was born.

I guess you can say that he is truly a madman in every sense of the word.

I’ll show myself out now.

#i just like the idea of chuuni izuku #fanfic: fairy tale #fanfiction #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #chuunibyou madman #kitburner writes

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anewenfartist · 7 years ago

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Writing Critique for the ENF-Sports Contest

Writing Critique

The following are judge comments on the writing submissions (for people who wrote, and agreed they’d like to see the critique on their work from the judges). The critique isn’t meant to reveal what judge placed you in what spot. The comments and submissions will be in no particular order. Judges were not required to provide comments, but they were allowed to if they felt they wanted to share their thoughts with the contestants.

Even if it’s not your entry, I encourage any artists to look at this critique and consider it. Reading critique of someone else’s work could give you good insight what to do with your own art too!

If your stuff isn’t listed here, but you want it to be, let me know. I can edit your stuff in.

There is an exception to the writing comments. IGankMid did a great job of organizing their thoughts, but some tie into other critiques. Sorry if there were writers who didn’t want this public, but this one has to be posted as a whole. So everything from Gank will be here:

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- The start's nervousness and build up is great with such nice little details and observations as she prepares. As it continues, it's clear word choice is definitely a strong suit of yours, fantastic vocabulary and ability to paint little moments. There are some grammatical errors here and there, though very few, and probably not as noticeable to a reader who isn't scouring it critically. The buildup continues to be great, my heart racing along with the stories character. I'm of course left wondering 'why' she entered of course, but that seems to be less and less important as you're so wrapped up in the events. A fantastic entry!

* * * A creative and effective combination of the main contest themes. The story is well-paced, managing to keep things constantly moving while still fully explaining the premise, and held together by a view from Six’s internal narrative. A great entry!

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- The grandiose start with the competitors on stage made for a good scene set up. The variety of events and characters allowed for a couple of different angles to be covered. This has the risk of some parts feeling a bit lacking in depth though. A bit of a more careful eye should also be considered for editing, some errors did seem to slip by. The characters seem a lot of fun, and it seems like a lot of stories could be told with them, as groups or even individually. Interesting risk with the ending, leaving it up to the reader.

* * * This entry was very on-theme, good job! Since there were so many characters in a relatively short story, there wasn’t much time to get invested them all. I wasn’t previously familiar with any of the characters in the inter-narrative, but their personalities came across quickly through their actions and reactions. I didn’t expect the cliffhanger ending, but it won me over.

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- The start is a bit slow and stilted, but things pick up with the clever idea of a song from her past inspiring her. The character's personality I feel were well thought out, her want to win and do better fueling herself to push herself in other risky ways. The vocabulary at points feels redundant or too reused. You do a well enough job avoiding grammar and spelling errors. The ENF was on the light side as well at the start, but you do eventually pay off that risk with some true proper conflict and worry.

* * * This story had one of the simpler settings, which allowed the character and plot to take center stage. The slow build of tension worked well, finishing strongly with an exciting conclusion. The details were well thought-out too, from “Run to Cure the Common Cold” to “Average Jill’s Gym.” Quality writing, as usual from Anon!

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- A fierce rivalry of events with mischief abound is a good set up. The embarrassment aided upsets were a nice touch. Characters were a bit cliché and lacking much depth, but were still fun to see sabotaging each other. I feel some scenes could have used a bit more focus and descriptions, just to add a bit more zest. Still a fun little story with some classic pranks.

* * * This story had a nice symmetry to it. It was predictable, since you knew that one section would very likely build and reverse on the next, but I still found this structure aesthetically pleasant. The competitive spirit of both characters showed strongly, but I didn’t pick up much else about who they are. There were a few technical mistakes, but they didn’t get too much in the way of the story. (I’d suggest getting someone to proofread next time, though.)

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- I found the story to be fun, good use of determination to play to get her to stay so undressed. Your descriptions were good too. The biggest crippling issue with the story though is that you at times seem to really get the wrong word put into some sentences, sometimes to the point where I wasn't sure what it should be. The story would do well from a proof read where the lines are spoken out loud I believe.

* * * This took a kernel of reality and expanded it into a whole story. Katelyn felt like a real character (although none of the background characters resonated with me particularly). There were a couple of typos (e.g. “ur was useless” instead of “it was useless”, “they naked fighterfeel” instead of I think “the naked fighter fell”?), but overall the story was still well-written.

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- I like the set up, and felt the girl's dynamic was cute. I think Eunjung gave in a bit quickly to give up her panties though, there could have been more time spent with that, to clarify it being such a big deal. Some of the dialogue feels a little stilted too. Pacing could be stronger as well I feel, but overall the story was fun. The romantic angle was also very sweet. Oh, no points were docked for this, but hosting your story on a site that won't censor it to non members is probably best in the future for contest entries. Don't want to make it tough on judges and readers to get to your content.

* * * Definitely a cute concept. The sports and ENF are mostly confined to the first half of the story, with the second half being more romance. My main problem was that a lot of the characters’ actions felt somehow hollow to me, not really meshing with the personalities I was seeing in their words and reactions. It might have helped me follow along if the story spent more time to highlight their motivations for all these hijinks. The hijinks themselves were fun though, and the general story structure was solid.

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- Another entry with a very unique setting, taking full advantage of the openness of the contest! High stakes game that forces players to play along with ridiculous whims is definitely a great concept as well, and it's handled in as fun of a way as the fun that the princess and such seem to have with it. Only thing I feel the story lacked was getting to know a few of the characters better or focusing on some moments more. * * * A lovely take on alien Calvinball! There was a humorous undercurrent throughout the story, with plenty of cute moments from the protagonists. There were a bunch of characters, but each of their personalities came across clearly during the short story. Congrats on a fine ENF sports story!

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- I would have to say this is one of the more original sports for the contest for sure. I loved the fascination of our main girl as she is so transfixed on her petrified schoolmate. A shame to see it end in such a "To Be Continued" but that's a shame because I do want to read more, and that's a sign of a good stoy for sure. Your grammar and spelling seem to be quite well done. Yet really, it doesn't feel criminally short and unfinished, so probably your greatest flaw.

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This was definitely an unexpected and unique setting, compared to the other entries. Though this judge was completely unfamiliar with slime/petrification, they were integrated in a way that didn’t unduly distract from the main contest themes. The structure and details of the story were well-crafted, and it had plenty of sports and ENF elements.

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- The setting of course stands out as pretty original, don't see many stories like this set in ancient Greece! There are few small tense errors or missed spellings, especially as the story goes on. The contrast of the many men around her, some so intimidating as our antagonist, is a strong contrast to our ENF star, which works I think for adding to her sticking out more. Very happy to see her win as well.* * *A very interesting entry! The setting and tone both match with a sort of “ancient legend” feel, which was a different take than most on the contest themes. It made for an effective story! The core structure was simple - a hero overcoming an obstacle - but it’s a classic one! The style made the story very immersive. (I didn’t notice any big English problems, except an occasional strange tense. E.g. “Clyo has never seen a more magnificent temple” was a sudden present tense.)

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- The story's biggest problem is that it's a tad straight forward. Events followed by events without much highlighting or focusing on any subjects. The overall premise is a great set up for a story. With a bit more polish and spice added, you'd have a great tale.

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I could see this working well as a script for actors - it’s dialogue-focused and has the main beats for actions. I liked that there was a surprise ending. The spelling/grammar mistakes were somewhat distracting, so I’d really recommend getting a friend to help proofread.

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- The sport is definitely a fun idea. Girls shooting and making other girl's clothes vanishing is fun. A few inconsistencies in terms of personalities and rules I felt. A few grammar mistakes like missing words cause a bit of a delay in understanding a sentence or two. The characterizations feel a bit forced and sudden without much build up too. The tonal difference between cute exposure and death is a bit stark as well.

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The repeated character death really made this story hard to read for me. I had to read it at an emotional distance to get through it at all, which hampered any impact it could have had otherwise. I'm sure there's a target audience for this story, but at least for this judge, the casual killings got in the way of everything else.

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It's interesting to know so clearly ahead of time what will happen. Suspense surely does build, wondering when disaster will finally strike. Really enjoying some of the attention to detail you give. Your vocabulary is definitely not a weak point either. There are few grammar hiccups I noticed as I went. Especially thought your description of the suit coming apart was pretty great. A very fun short tale overall.

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A pretty simple ENF story, with a typical setup/reveal/aftermath structure. I couldn’t really get a feel for who Amanda was as a character, apart from a bit at the end when interacting with her friend. I liked the content of the two descriptive paragraphs: the one starting with “Her lungs burned” and the one starting with “The judge raises a hand.” However the first few words weren’t very representative of the paragraphs’ contents, so they would have been easy to accidentally skim over if I weren’t in contest-judging-read-every-word-mode. It might have helped to split them up into two or three paragraphs, to let the reader know which beats are important. (Erotica readers can be impatient, so you have to guide them!)

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You have some really good atmosphere to the story, that's for sure. Nice angle part way through as well with using commentary as an alternate way to narrate the story partway through to change it up for a bit. Good job capturing the excitement and action too. The main flaw I'd say is the story could have focused more on some ENF themes. So a bit of a miss with the theme since so many other types of emotions take over the story, and ENF was supposed to be a big deal of course.

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- Cool world-building! Kate has a good character arc over the course of the story, which is the main strength of this entry. (I didn’t connect very much with Maria or the other background characters while reading, but maybe others did.) The sci-fi setting was a cool backdrop for a “dangerous racing” story.

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rosetailrising-blog · 7 years ago

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so i finally wrote up lore bits for the different factions of my lair, critque appreciated!

i love starting at block 1 with my lore thanks to a game, thanks persona 5

moonlighters A taste of your own meds, fire in every breath, fire inside your head, your heart moving by night under the guise of the moon, thus earning their name the moonlighters, this group's name is viva la kaulika. this pack of dragons are a very tight knit group, consisting of fifteen dragons, they all somehow became connected to each other, and now have a bond stronger then they themselves understand, and there is no room for new additions to the moonlighters. tasked with the duty of seeking out shadelings and disposing of them in any means possible, they have the most important job in the entire city. one fatal error in a mission can spell certain doom for them all, as they are a well-known fugitive group living in sorneith, and the price for their lives brought to the head of government in most lands is high. because of this, they're well sought after but are masters of blending in. their hideout has yet to be discovered, and with the help of their associates, it's rumored that they never will, as their associates are tight-lipped and experts at concealing the moonlighter's identities. associates who knows where the whims of fate may lead us the most saught after dragons behind the moonlighter's, most associates know most, if not all, identities of the moonlighters, and for one reason or another that are a secret to the associate themselves, have vowed to protect the identities of the thieves with their own life, and they are just as skilled as the moonlighters with deception and blending in, so its incredibly hard to track down associates as well. although the bounty for associate's isn't as high as moonlighter themselves, it still catches a fair price to the right dragons. associates are dragons who assist the moonlighter's with any mission they may have. whether by teaching them tricks or selling them items to fund their missions, or someone to act as a 'rat' for lack of better term, the variety is huge, and moonlighter's are always willing to strike a deal if the bargain is right. currently, there are few associates, as the moonlighter's trust little, but they hope that as their fame rises so will their trust, allowing them to gain more associates to help their cause. associates are made well aware before sealing a deal they are getting themselves into. commonfolk raise your voice against liars commonfolk can be multiple different kind of people living within the city of lucor. anyone ranging from supporters of the moonlighters and their endavours, too simple commonfolk who live in lucor's city. these people aren't saught after by governments, but they are kept under a loose watch to ensure that support of viva la kaulike does not grow to extordinary amounts. commonfolk can also be people that the moonlighter's are keeping their eye on as possible associates, but have not quite reached that rank. commonfolk who live in lucor also have full protection from the moonlighters, as they ensure that the town will not be found and it is sound and safe to raise families and start lives in. anyone is welcomed into town, but caution is advised from outside lands, as its rumored it's viva la kaulike's main base of operations, though attempts to prove this true remain fruitless.

#lore #flight rising #flight rising lore #hush prongs #im excited for this reboot i think it'll be nice #and i hope i can like #make this my own and not just directly copy persona 5 and call it my own #it'll be interesting to work with thats for sure #but im still excited i think it'll be ok

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archonreviews · 7 years ago

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The Archon’s Review of King Arthur: A Roleplaying Wargame

King Arthur: A Rolplaying Wargame is a grand strategy game designed by NeocoreGames and published by Paradox Interactive. It is a dark time in Britannia. The king, Uther Pendragon, has died, leaving no apparent heir. In the wake of this power vacuum, all the petty kings of the realm have taken up arms against their neighbors in a bid for power and land. Then, Merlin appears with the sword, Excalibur, lodged in a stone in the abbey at Glastonbury. He says his piece, and then Arthur appears out of nowhere to do his thing. Except, when Arthur extricates the sword from the stone, magic returns to Britannia, Merlin disappears, and the Sidhe, the ancient fae, assert themselves, carving out a territory in the Bedegraine forest, just south of Hadrain’s Wall. Britannia is now on the brink of grandiose conflict, and you, as Arthur, the Once and Future King, must decide its fate.

I picked up KAaRPWG mostly on a whim, but I must say that, for the most part, it paid off.There is a lot to like here; although my expectations were not all that high, I was pleasantly surprised.

Let’s start with the lore. If you’re a purist when it comes to Arthurian legends, you may be a bit disappointed. KAaRPWG melds Arthurian legends with a healthy does of Celtic and Irish mythology. You’ve got the sword in the stone (Excalibur in this version, not Caliburn), the Green Knight, all the Knights of the Round Table, the Holy Grail, etc. You’ve also got the Sidhe, the distinction between Seelie and Unseelie fae, the Old Faith of the druids, and a belief in magic, all of which is inspired by old Celtic and Irish myths. The two mythoi actually blend quite well; this is probably the result of a singular aesthetic acting as a very effective backdrop for both sets of myths. There’s a sense here of a blending of time and space, wherein armored knights on horseback seem natural next to the mystical and strange Sidhe. References to the ancient Roman colonies that used to be on Britannia help complete the blend, creating a sense of a far distant past brought temporally forward to scrunch it up against the medieval knights and kingdoms of Britannia. But the Roman stuff works because the ancient, “Old Faith” aesthetic helps place us there temporally. Basically, what I’m trying, and probably failing to say, is that each element of the aesthetic and lore helps hold the others up so that when blended, they fit together perfectly.

^(The Once and Future King, just before everything goes downhill)^

The overworld map is very pretty, although a bit monotone. As we are in Britannia, we can expect mostly forests and grass lands, with rolling hills and a mountain here and there. I had a similar complaint about Eador. Genesis, but this game breaks up the monotony with a quartet of seasons, which pass one by one each turn. I really like the seasons system, and not merely because it adds snow during winter. See, each season actually does something. It’s not just cosmetic, and it’s details like this that really makes me appreciate a game. Dominions 4 and Endless Legend do something similar, but it’s not quite as strategic as it is in this. The year begins in Spring, which is when random quests and disasters appear on the campaign map, which you can then react to by sending your armies to deal with them. During Summer, armies are able to move much farther on the campaign map. The game says that Autumn is when your food comes in, but I don’t think that’s actually the case. Winter does a number of things. First, Winter forces all armies on the overworld to stop and set up camp. No armies can move during Winter. Second, Winter is when your taxes come in, and this is also when your food comes in, possibly because of a bug. Lastly, Winter is when you can interact with your stronghold(s), building new districts, researching new improvements for your kingdom, and managing your economy via the Chancellory, where you enact new laws, set decrees, and trade food for gold and vice versa. Then Spring rolls back around and new random quests appear. The seasons system is a really great way of marrying form and function, and I think it’s pretty neato.

Now, this is a strategy game, and strategy games tend to have playable battles where you can exercise that big ol’ brain of yours. And the combat in this game, well... it’s basically Total War. NOW THIS SENTENCE RIGHT HERE IS FOR ANY LAWYERS THAT HAPPEN TO BE READING; DO NOT TAKE THIS PARAGRAPH OR THIS REVIEW AND USE IT AS A MEANS FOR LITIGATION. I WILL BE VERY CROSS WITH YOU IF I HAPPEN TO FIND OUT THAT ANYONE WAS SUCCESSFULLY SUED BECAUSE OF WHAT I JUST WROTE HERE. LAWYERS, DO NOT USE OR MENTION THIS REVIEW. Right, now that that’s over with; yeah, the gameplay is basically magical Medieval:Total War. You take battalions of troops, march them around the field of battle, and use strategy and tactics to win. Hero characters, such as the Knights of the Round Table, have magical abilities you can call upon to turn the tide of battle, which is a neat addition. Also, individual units don’t have morale, unlike in a Total War game; instead, each side has a morale bar that increases or decreases depending on which side controls victory locations. These locations are things like monuments, stone circles, villages, keeps, ect. Another departure from Total War that I like is that once you’ve won a battle, the enemy army goes away entirely, even if you won via morale rather than extermination. This makes it so that you needn’t chase enemies down across the map after each battle like roaches in a kitchen

^(The first battle in the game. My troops are the ones in armor. Winning!)^

In between battles are quests. As mentioned, some are random, appearing during the spring season. The important ones, however, are related to the plot of the game. These are things like finding and hiring on a Knight of the Round Table, or determining whether the Old Faith or Christianity gains more power, or finding special artifacts. All quests, random and plot-relevant, are carried out via text-based decision trees. Some choices use one or more of a hero’s stats. In these cases, the text will be green if it’s a certain success, blue if the outcome is uncertain, or red if it’s a certain failure. This incentivizes you to have a variety of heroes on hand. It’s a bit of a problem if you need a mageknight and all you have are fightknights. The outcome of quests has various effects, such as gaining you artifacts, changing your morality, giving you more troops, or provoking a battle.

^(One of the early quests. Sir Kay here did a bang-up job of it.)^

I alluded to a morality system in the above paragraph, and this game has not a binary moral choice system, but a quaternary moral choice system. See, in the wake of Arthur pulling Excalibur from the stone, magic returns to Britannia, leading to a resurgence of what they call the “Old Faith”, which is worship of the Tuatha de Danaan, the old Irish deities. This causes friction between the believers in this Old Faith, and the followers of the still-new Christianity. Interesting sidenote: In the game, the Welsh are followers of the Old Faith, while the Saxons are the Christian invaders. But in real life, the Welsh had already been Christianized by Saint Joseph of Arimathea and the Irish by Saint Patrick, while the Saxons were so incredibly pagan that Charlemagne felt the need to deliver them the Cross via the sword. In addition to the religious conflict, there’s a virtue axis, each end of which is labeled “Rightful” and “Tyrant”. The game makes a point of stating that Rightful isn’t necessarily good and Tyrant isn’t necessarily evil, and that the axis is meant to measure your commitment to the ideals of chivalry. Although, in practice, benevolent acts increase your Rightful gauge, while malevolent acts do the opposite. Going toward one combination of religion and virtue is advised, as you get new spells, bonuses, and unit choices for doing so, and I also imagine it affects what ending you get.

^(The morality chart. Fun fact, the terms the game uses for Rightful-Old Faith and Tyrant-Old Faith are Seelie and Unseelie respectively. This means that from a religious standpoint, there’s actually three sides you can choose from, Christian, Seelie, and Unseelie. I guess Christianity doesn’t care whether you’re a moral person...?)^

Now, the things I talked about are all very effective and fun, and I like them a lot. But here comes the problems are there are a few. First off, the game is hilariously unstable, especially the further you are into it. The most common bug I found was the game giving me a “Runtime error” during loading screens and crashing to desktop. Sometimes the game even just cuts out after the loading screen, but just after I unpause the game to start a battle, dumping me straight to the desktop. I even encountered a really weird bug where, when I reloaded a save, there was snow on the ground even though it was autumn, and after I hit the “next turn” button, I was prevented from opening the menu to save or quit, and I couldn’t end the turn again. I was stuck in perpetual winter. I mean, I know the Starks were all like “Winter is coming” but I didn’t think it’d stay forever. In fact, these glitches came up so often that I actually did make a print screen and paste it into paint; you remember, the thing I said I wasn’t gonna do in my Fallout 2 review.

^(Fun fact: when I inserted this image, it kept flickering for a second or two before it settled. Hopefully it’s not cursed.)^

Also, the AI isn’t particularly engaging. With a little bit of strategy and good judgement, it’s possible to win a battle with a force half as powerful as your enemy’s. This isn’t to say that the battles aren’t fun or that there isn’t any risk involved, but just that the AI isn’t as amazing as one might desire out of their grand strategy experience.

The game is really bad at telling you how to get plot quests to appear. You get hand-held through the first set of plot quests; the first book, as the game calls it. But then, things just sort of happen. And eventually, you start coming up on quests from books three and four just because... enough time has passed? That would be my guess anyway. Eventually, I did figure out how to get the quests to appear, but it didn’t feel like a natural story progression. A few pro-tips in the plot quest department: First, conquering territory gets the quests from book two to appear. I’d suggest trying to take the Mercias (There are two, East Mercia and West Mercia), and any small kingdoms you may have left. Second, do not conquer Wales or the Saxons; they’re quest-important. Lastly, around turn 150, something really important happens, so get the quest “The Vision” finished up by then.

One last thing that really bugged me. There’s no way to tell what your income is until winter time, so you have to make absolutely sure that everything in your economy is squared away by then or else you might find yourself up a creek.

ለማገባደድ, despite the bugs, I would absolutely recommend King Arthur: A Roleplaying Wargame to anyone who’s into fantasy, Arthurian legend, grand strategy, or swords and sorcery type stories. It’s got a lot to like, and a lot of really neat ideas and aesthetics. I am probably totally going to keep playing it, at least to the regular campaign’s conclusion. Now, this being a game taking place in the early Middle Ages, there are instances of arranged marriages, with you deciding which maidens marry which knights. There is something to be said about how doing so improves the knights’ abilities, basically turning them into stat boosting objects, but this is justified somewhat in that the attributes that boost stats are personality traits, and it would make sense for a person to be influenced by a person they spend a lot of time with. What is perhaps more disturbing when one gets into fridge logic, is that these maidens can be bartered to certain groups on the map, such as rebels or mercenary groups. The game wants you to believe that you’re arranging marriages between the rebel leaders and your maidens, but because doing so makes use of the same interface as bartering artifacts or gold, it really presents the unfortunate implication that you may be selling these women into slavery. Is that what’s really going on? Prrrobably not, but once the whole “slavery” possibility occurred to me, it wouldn’t be shaken. Really, the sexism problems this game has are the same ones that plague any game that takes place in Medieval times, and the same ones that plagued Medieval times (the time period, not the restaurant). Although, it is weird that each of the female heroes have an ability that gives them a stat boost in return for being prohibited from riding horses... Yeah, I thought that was weird.

^(One of the Sihde, on the right, compared to a group of puny mortals on the left. Like, dang. Why haven’t those guys taken over Britannia on their own?)^

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