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amayawolfe · 4 years ago

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It's Good to be Home (Hisoka x Fem.Reader)

(Warning: some harsh language, mild fluff, mild angst, and just a touch of NSFW mostly towards the end)

Word Count: 5616 (wwaaayyyy longer than I intended for a first short story...)

(Summary: You're a Hunter who's been Hisoka Amorou's beloved and trusted life partner for the better part of six years. After being together just past two years, the two of you found yourselves expecting a child. Maybe it was a slip up, or maybe one/both of you planned it; either way, nine months later you two have a baby girl.

This short story is a "slice of life" type of story. You finally had enough of being the "stay at home mom" and get away to go on a mission leaving Hisoka at home to watch your daughter. What you find when you return is not what you expected...)

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You pulled up next to your life partner's car in your own driveway. A small, tired smile touched your lips. You loosed a sigh and rubbed your face and eyes with your gloved hands. It had been a long drive home from the airport, but it was the last leg of your return trip. Moving your hands to your neck you rub it a bit and tilt your head from side to side. Feeling, as well as hearing it, crack and pop as you did so.

Your phone suddenly vibrated and pinged at you from the passenger seat where you had tossed it at the beginning of the drive. Reaching over you picked it up and turned the screen towards you; it's a text from your long time friend/associate and business partner for the mission you had just finished, Illumi Zoldyck.

Illu: Did you make it home?

You partially removed your gloves so that only your thumbs were exposed and texted a reply.

You: Yeah, I literally just pulled into the driveway. Haven't even gotten out of the car yet.

Illu: Okay, good.

Illu: Next mission I should contact Hisoka, correct?

You: Unless my skills are more suited for the mission, other than that, I would say "yes".

Illu: Very well, good night, (y/n).

You: Take care, Illu, and thanks again.

Up until just now, you had not gone on a single mission since your pregnancy and the following birth of your daughter just over three years ago. It was your life partner, Hisoka, that took off for weeks at a time either for missions on his own or with Illumi.

This hadn't bother you one bit when it was just the two of you. While he was away, you would take a mission as well or travel until about the time he would usually return. Not to mention you really did treasure your alone time playing video games, watching movies or shows, working on your hobbies, or simply relaxing in the silence of an empty apartment.

Then there was the fact that after a while you would need a recharge from Hisoka himself. You truly loved and adored your life partner and wouldn't trade him for anyone or anything in the world, and you were relatively sure it was the same for him with you. However, Hisoka was, well, Hisoka; he had a tendency to become mentally, not to mention physically, exhausting from time to time.

Ironically, it was the love and need of your own independence and alone time that made you and a person like Hisoka work so well. That and a truck load of patience.

He had stayed home during most of your pregnancy, only leaving when you were on the verge of literally killing him. But he would be sure to stay close to home, traveling no more than a few hours away in case something came up and you needed him. Hisoka was actually there for the birth of his daughter and stayed home for the first few months. But once you and (d/n) were settled into a good routine on your own, he started taking missions once more.

Hisoka was a surprisingly good father when he was home and constantly spoiled her with gifts he collected while he was out. He made sure to give (d/n) lots of love and attention, watching and playing with her whenever you needed a nap, shower, some alone time or went out for training. And, of course, he would make sure to give you attention and affection as well. Attention and affection you more than enjoyed returning just as much as receiving.

Well, most of the time.

For the last few months you had started to become extremely restless and moody. You were a Hunter, damnit. Not to mention a powerful and skilled nen user. You missed going out on missions. You were also concerned with how little training you were able to get now a days. Both you and Hisoka had your fair share of enemies, and you wanted to keep your skills and senses keen for as long as your possibly could.

You had tried more than once in having a serious, yet calm, sit down with Hisoka over the matter while your daughter was down for her nap. But, as usual, when your life partner didn't like what was being talked about he would poke and tease you or change the subject entirely. This usually lead into a heated argument that was comically kept to shouted whispers so as to not wake (d/n). The argument would usually end with the both of you laying in bed hot, sweaty, and spent. This always seemed to be your daughters cue to wake up, ending any further discussion of the matter for the time being.

So, having gotten no where on the subject, you had decided to take matters into your own hands. You contacted Illumi, asking him to not contact Hisoka for the next mission and that you would like to go instead. Illumi seemed more than willing to work with you. You guessed that he needed a little change up as well when it came to his business partner.

Your travel bag was packed and hidden in the bedroom closet before Hisoka had even returned home. All you needed was Illumi to tell you where to meet him and you could bolt out the door. Of course, you felt a little guilty. And you knew Hisoka was going to be very annoyed, if not angry, but this was for your own mental well being.

You had tried to imitate the same mood you had been showing the last few months. But Hisoka's keen intuition was telling him something was up, and he watched you with curious interest over the course of a few days.

"You've been checking your phone more than usual, love~ ♣" he had finally commented from the kitchen where he was leaning against the counter drinking his morning coffee, "Is there something I should know about?~ ♠"

You had shook your head and had set your phone back down on the table.

"Not really, just expecting a text from a friend," you had answered honestly. Hisoka only hummed into his coffee cup in response, eyes still upon you as you where now horribly failing in defending your waffles from your ravenous toddler.

When you had finally gotten the text from Illumi, your mind switched to "Hunter Mode". Quickly and quietly, you grabbed your travel back and set it by the door. You then entered the living room and scooped up your daughter, giving her kisses all over her little face as you headed in your life partner's direction.

He had been sitting on the couch reading something on his phone when you caught him by surprise in leaning down and giving him a deep, loving kiss while passing (d/n) into his protective arms.

"I'm heading out," you had told him, "I'll be back in a while." The look on Hisoka's face was surprised and curious. You usually told him ahead of time when you where planning on going out for errands or training.

You gave him another quick kiss on the forehead and turned for the door.

"(y/n), wait, where are you going? ♠" Hisoka tried to grab your wrist but you dodged him easily. (d/n) was now clinging to him and becoming fussy, thinking it was Hisoka who was about to leave. She would get that way sometimes. Something you had hoped she would do to take Hisoka's main focus away from you just long enough for you to slip away.

You heard Hisoka call your name again as you grabbed your bag and practically ran out the door. Not wasting a single precious second, you were in your car on your way to the airport. You breathed a sigh of relief then giggled with excitement. That had gone smoother than you could possibly hope it would.

But then your phone began to ring, playing the ringtone Hisoka had picked out himself. Your heart picked up it's pace a little as you answered it and put it on speaker.

"Yes, love?"

"(y/n), darling, what's going on... ♠" A chill ran down your spine. It wasn't a question, it was a demand. And even though it was worded nicely, the tone spoke volumes. Hisoka was not happy.

"Easy love~," you stated calmly, "I'm just going on a mission with Illumi. I'll be back in a few days. A week at most. I promise."

There was silence on the phone for a moment. You could almost feel Hisoka's blood lust starting to come through the phone.

"What... ♠" Yeah, he was pissed. But you were never one to back down to Hisoka's rage. Your own anger flared up in response and you put your game face on. You had mentally prepared yourself for this.

"Amorou," you said sternly, only ever using his last name when you were serious and/or angry, "Before (d/n) was born we agreed we would take parenting duties on equally. That we would still be equal partners in this relationship. It hasn't been that way for quite some time and I feel like I am trapped and stagnating. I need to take this mission or else I feel like I am going to go fucking crazy!"

You could now hear the tv in the background signaling he had moved back into or near the living room. Hisoka remained was quiet. You knew he was listening, thinking. So you took a calming breath and continued.

"I'm a Hunter, just like you. And just like you I have... needs. And as amazing a sex god you are, those needs can't always be satisfied in the bedroom, love." You heard Hisoka smirk. Picking up on his thoughts you spoke again before he could.

"Or the shower, or the kitchen counter, or the back seat of the car, or the couch... Am I missing any where?"

"~Yes. ♥ In fact, you're missing several places.~ ♥" Now you could hear the smirk in his voice causing you to smirk as well. Hisoka was still annoyed, at the very least, but you knew he was calming down.

"I guess you'll have to refresh my memory when I get back."

"Mmm, I think I can handle that.~ ♦"

You chuckled. Oh, I know you can.

"Since this is your first time watching (d/n) on your own for more than a few hours, I left you some notes underneath the cereal on top of the fridge to help you out. Call me if you need anything and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

"Very well,~ ♠" Hisoka said with a pouty sigh, "You said you may be gone for a week at most, right?~ ♣"

"Yes, and I promise to be sure and update you as I go along." It was only fair seeing as it was the only thing you really asked of him while he was out on missions. To simply let you know he was alive.

"Alright, but don't think we're done talking about the way you went about this,~ ♠" he almost cooed, "We're going to have a long, serious discussion when you get back.~ ♦"

Tingles went up your spine and you felt a slight knot form in your stomach, causing you to squeeze your thighs together a little. You knew exactly what he was saying, and it had little to do with actual talking.

"Sounds fair to me," you smirked.

"Take care, kitten. Be safe.~ ♥"

"I will, love." And with that you hung up the phone.

And it seemed that was that. It had gone easier than you thought it would over all; and oddly enough, that gave you a feeling of unease. Hisoka was not one to give up easily. But in truth, there wasn't much he could have done. There was no one he trusted enough to watch (d/n) on such short notice, and it's not like leaving her home alone was an option. Quickly packing her up into the car to chase after you wasn't exactly the wisest of ideas either.

You held your word about keeping in touch. Letting him know when you reached the airport, landed at your destination, met up with Illumi, and so on and so forth. You had put your phone on silent during the mission, as was protocol, but checked it and checked in when the two of you had completed the mission and were safe.

Hisoka would sometimes reply, but kept it short. Nothing abnormal for him. He also sent pictures like how you did for him while he was away. Some were cute, like the one where he made spaghetti for dinner and sent a picture of (d/n) happily enjoying her food with sauce all over her face. And some were more private, like the one he sent of himself standing in front of the full body mirror completely naked and at "full mast" with the message, "wut ur missin 2night 💕😜💞😘 💓"

The last message you had sent him was after you had landed at the airport, telling him you would be driving home shortly. He had simply replied with "i'll be waiting 😍💕🥰💓😘 " The man really did love his emojis...

You really didn't know what to think of this with it coming from Hisoka. As it sounded both sweet and foreboding...

Sitting in your car that was rapidly cooling down from the cold wintery night air outside, you mentally prepared yourself for what ever your life partner may have awaiting you.

The chill of the night immediately nipped at your nose as you got out of your car. You collected your travel bag from the back and turned to walk up the pathway to your front door, hitting the lock button on your car remote as you did so.

Your house windows were dark, making you wonder if Hisoka hadn't managed to stay up in waiting for you after all. Upon reaching your front door you quickly looked about out of sheer habit, making sure that no one was waiting to rush in on you as you opened the door.

Feeling that it was safe, you unlocked your door and walked across the threshold. Not even two steps in you nearly tripped and fell over something, barely catching yourself on your front door handle in time. Righting yourself, you took a step back and looked to see what you had tripped on.

It was one of your daughter's large stuffed animals. A stuffed dog, to be precise. (d/n) would put it there saying that it was guarding the house, despite you telling her not to leave her toys on the floor like that.

With a sigh you shoved the toy aside with your foot, making a mental note to pick it up later. You finished entering the house with closing and locking the door behind you. But when you turned and took no more than five steps into your dark home you trip over another toy and nearly fell again. It was your daughters toy car for her dollies this time.

"What the hell?" you whispered to yourself. Reaching over you flipped on the light to the foyer and your heart clenched. From what you could see, the house was a complete mess.

Toys and clothes were littered all over the floor. There were even some dirty dishes here and there. There were sloppy, childish drawings all over the walls. You took immediate notice of the drawings that were most definitely to high for your child to reach on her own. Your jaw and fists clenched in rage.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." you spat through clenched teeth.

Setting your bag down you started to slowly make your way through the house, taking care in where you stepped so as to not trip and break your neck. As you started to pass the kitchen you dared to look in. Your blood started to boil.

It looked like every dish you owned was dirty, piled high in and around a filthy sink. There was food and sticky dried drink all over the counters, splattered over the floor, what looked like burnt marshmallow on the stove top and you didn't even want to know what was on the ceiling!

It wouldn't surprise you if there was a blood vessel now protruding from your forehead at this point. You had to look away from your once beautiful kitchen to take a deep breath and focus on In so as to not leak to much blood lust and risk harming your daughter.

"(y/n)? ♠" a familiar voice called out quietly from the living room down the hall.

"Amorou," you snarled and turned in the direction you heard the voice come from. Your strides were swift and determined as you stepped around the mine field of toys in the hall.

The glowing, shifting light that was spilling from the living room into the hall told you the tv was on. You turned and upon entering the living room you quickly noticed that it was in just as bad of condition. You turned again to face your so called life partner, fully prepared to chew him out for what he allowed to happen to the family home. Hell, you were actually mad enough to fight him and do some serious damage at this point.

But the moment you looked down at him and saw the sight that was laying on the couch, nearly all your rage evaporated.

Hisoka was laying on his back, head slightly turned upward as he looked over at you with tired eyes. His hair was an absolute mess. And not the sexy, messy way he would have it when he wore it down. No, it was an actual mess mess. There were a few stains on his shirt and his sweat pants like he had worn them for more than a day or two. You nearly laughed when you noticed his mismatched socks. It was then you suddenly remembered that in your haste and excitement over finally going out on a mission you had forgotten to do the laundry before you left. He had probably run low or out of clothes.

His ultimate saving grace from the tongue lashing you had been so ready to give him was the form of your daughter sleeping tummy side down on top of Hisoka's chest. She had her favorite blanket draped over her and one of Hisoka's hands was resting lightly on the middle of her back to make sure she didn't roll off him onto the floor.

As cute as the scene was, you couldn't help but think Hisoka looked a little... pathetic. A little defeated even.

You stifled a laugh and tried to keep a stern face, but the corners of your mouth kept twitching as your lips betrayed you, wanting to smile. Sure that he had sensed your blood lust a moment ago, you were ever so slightly hoping that he thought you were still furious. You moved closer to the couch and squat down so that the two of you were eye level.

"Amorou," you feigned a quiet, angry voice. A voice you usually had just before you lost it and tore someone to pieces. "What did you allow to happen to our home?"

Hisoka tried to shift into a better position but cringed when it caused (d/n) to stir. It was obvious he did not want her to wake up. You glanced at her then looked back to him.

"Did she just get to sleep?" Hisoka nodded.

"She wanted to wait up for you with me. ♠" You raised an eyebrow at this and he continued, "I was going to straighten up a bit before you got home." You rolled your eyes, not really believing him on that one. "But (d/n) started to throw a tantrum and would not stop until I laid down with her... ♠"

You felt your face soften a bit, Hisoka's voice sounded so tired. But despite his defeated condition, you couldn't help but poke fun. After all, he had done so many a time to you.

"Hisoka Amorou," you jeered softly, "Hisoka the Magician, The Grim Reaper of Heaven's Arena, defeated by a three year old." You looked at your sleeping daughter again. "I'd say it was a flawless victory."

Hisoka glared at you, lips pressed tightly together into scowl. A sly grin raced across your own lips when you saw the look on his face.

"Keep looking at me like that and I'll just leave you here for the night and have the bed all to myself."

He pressed his lips together even more tightly and looked away.

"You can be so cruel... ♠" he mumbled. You chuckled softly, leaned forward, and kissed his cheek.

"I've learned from the best, love."

Turned your full attention to your daughter, you signaled for Hisoka to slowly move his hand as you laid your own in it's place. You started to hum a soft lullaby as you began to gently rub (d/n)'s back; doing this for a couple minutes until your daughter took a deep breath and let out a sigh of pure relaxed contentment. Her breathing slowed even more, signaling she had slipped into a deeper state of sleep.

Now it was safe to move her. Slowly. Carefully. Gently. You slid your daughter's head to your shoulder and moved the rest of her body to your chest. Still humming the lullaby, you freed your life partner and started to move towards (d/n)'s room. Having to carefully step over toys and other random objects, the time getting her into her bed was taking longer than you would have liked.

Making it to your daughter's room you nearly stopped humming upon seeing the state of it. It was in a much worse condition than what it normally was and her bed was covered in toys.

This child has way to many toys...

Thankfully Hisoka had been following you and noticed why you had stopped. Slipping past you with the stealth and grace of a cat, he quietly cleared (d/n)'s bed of all but her blankets, pillows, and favorite stuffed animals.

Giving him an approving nod, you laid (d/n) down in the same manner you had picked her up and continued rubbing her back while humming for a few minutes. Once you were sure she was settled in you slowly stood up and, while still humming, made your way out of the room with Hisoka close behind you.

The two of you tiptoed down the hall and into your shared bedroom. Before you even had a chance to speak a single word your life partner turned you around, slipped his arms around your waist, pulled you tightly into himself, and buried his face into the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his neck in return.

"Did somebody miss me?" you teased. He only hummed a response and continued to hold you close.

After a couple minutes, Hisoka broke the hug and pulled back a little. You looked up into his eyes as he took you chin into his hand. Some of his energy seemed to have returned. It gleamed in those beautiful amber eyes you loved so much. He leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips.

It started off sweet, with multiple little kisses on your lips. Then his hands moved down to your bottom and he gave a firm squeeze, pulling your hips tighter against him. He started to kiss you more deeply and you felt his tongue start to push against your lips, begging to be let into your mouth.

"Mmnn!!" you noised suddenly and pushed away from him. Hisoka gave you a look of surprise at your sudden action. You pointed at him sternly.

"Despite how calm you may think I am, Amorou, I am still mad at you and you are not getting any sex from me until you help me clean this house to my satisfaction tomorrow."

You turned away from him towards the bed and froze in mid-step.

"Are you fucking serious?!?!?!" you hissed.

Sure, the bed wasn't made, but that wasn't what angered you. What angered you was the half eaten plate of spaghetti on the bed, what looked to be cookie crumbs all over the sheets, more of (d/n)'s toys, and a spilled juice cup.

You snapped your head in Hisoka's direction and glared daggers at him. You swore you could feel your eye twitching.

"I'll help strip and make the bed.~ ♣" he stated with a smirk while he held up his hands defensively.

"Damn right you will, " you growled through gritted teeth.

His smirk widened. He went to the closet to get the fresh sheets and blankets as you removed the dishes and toys, setting them aside to be cleaned up tomorrow. As the two of you stripped the bed Hisoka decided to say his piece.

"You know,~" he started, "the list you left me never did say anything about cleaning up.~ ♦"

You stopped in middle of tossing one of the dirty blankets aside and blinked.

Is.. Is he seriously messing with me right now?!

Feeling your blood lust starting to rise to the surface once again, you slowly turned your head in his direction. But as you opened your mouth to say something he held up a single finger.

"However, I must say I do commend you.~♣ I never really realized how much you did until I had to take care of (d/n) on my own for the week.~ ♠"

You turned your body towards him fully and crossed your arms under your chest. "Go on."

Your life partner smirked then shrugged. "You're an amazing mother to our little girl, (y/n); and this house would not be a home with out your touch. But most importantly of all, you love and put up with me.~ ♥"

You smirked and narrowed your eyes at Hisoka. "Who told you I loved you? I'm sorry to say this, Amorou, but someone has been lying to you."

Hisoka placed the back of one of his hands to his forehead and the other hand went over his heart in a dramatic like fashion. He emitted a small noise like he had been wounded

"Ugh, Queen of my heart, how could you be so cold? ~ ♠"

You snickered and whipped a pillow at him that he easily batted away back to your side.

"I would have shown you some of my routines in how I do things had you listened to me in the first place," you stated as you finished brushing crumbs off the now bare mattress.

"I suppose you have a point. ~ ♣" Hisoka spread the fitted sheet across the mattress as you started to but fresh pillow cases on the pillows. "Do you plan on taking more missions from now on? ~ ♣"

"I told Illumi to contact you for the next one unless my skills are better suited for it." You picked up the flat sheet and spread it across the bed with Hisoka catching his side and shaking it out to lay it down evenly. "I would like to take every other mission or so. I never intended to pick it back up full time like you and I used to before we had (d/n). I just need to get out into the field and keep my senses and skills sharp. I'm not as out of shape as I thought I was, but I definitely could use some more training."

Hisoka tossed the comforter over onto the bed and the two of your started spreading it out together. He was silent in thought for a moment, then sighed

"That's fair. ~ ♣" he admitted. "Are you still willing to show me how you do things here? ~ ♦"

"Of course," you smiled, "as long as you're willing to learn that is. Did that list I left you help at all?"

"Ah, it probably would have had (d/n) not scribbled all over it after I left it on the table. ~ ♠"

You dropped the last pillow into place and quickly covered your mouth to keep from laughing to loud.

"If that was the case," you said behind your hand between laughter, "Why didn't you just text me asking for new notes? I could have done so while I was waiting for my airship to depart." He looked away from you to hide the sheepish expression that was now on his face.

Ah, I see, he was to prideful to admit he had let something go wrong already and have to ask for help. Typical...

Knowing not to push the matter you simply stripped out of all but your underwear and put on a clean sleeping shirt. As you slid into bed Hisoka stripped down to his boxers and turned off the lights, leaving a small night light on near the bedroom door. When he was climbing into bed you thought you heard a noise come from the hall.

You looked in the direction of the bedroom door and started to sit up when Hisoka suddenly climbed on top of and pushed you back down into the freshly made bed.

"Hiso-" your voice was interrupted when his lips came down onto yours roughly and his tongue took full advantage of your mouth that had been opened with words.

For a few seconds, you gave into his physical demands and kissed him back with just as much vigor. Your tongues wrestled each other for dominance and your fingers went up into his tangled hair. Lifting your hips you pressed your pelvis against his and could feel his rapidly hardening member through the thin layers of cloth that separated the two of you. Your action caused a moan to slip from his throat.

Another noise from the hall caught your sharp ear. It was closer to the door this time. You pushed Hisoka away from you just enough to break the kiss. He smirked down at you with lust dancing in his eyes.

"I thought I told you no sex until after you help me clean the house tomorrow," you panted. Your own rising desires made you a little short of breath. Hisoka's smirk grew wider as he lightly grinded his pelvis against yours causing your breath to hitch.

"Hmmmm.~ ♥ And what makes you think I won't be able to convince you otherwise?~ ♦" he purred. It was your turn to smirk.

"Because, three..." Hisoka blinked in confusion.

"Two..." Hisoka now raised an eyebrow, wondering why on earth you were counting down.

"One." You pointed over to the bedroom door just as (d/n) stuck her little head into the room.

"Daddy? Mommy home?" she called out sleepily. Hisoka let out a defeated groan and dropped down on top of you, knocking the wind out of you a bit and he buried his face into the pillow beside your head. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

"Yes, (d/n), I'm here," you gently called out to your daughter. She started to make her way over to you and her father. It was obvious she was intending to climb into bed with you just as she had so many a time before.

You gently but firmly pushed your life partner off of you and to the side. As you did so you whispered to him, "Help me clean the house tomorrow and you can have your fill of me in what ever way you desire tomorrow night."

Hisoka let out a frustrated growl in response causing you to laugh out loud again. You turned to your side so that he was now behind you. You held your arms open as (d/n) climbed into the bed and snuggled up against your chest. Wrapping your arms around her you hugged her closely to you and nuzzled your face into her hair. Her silky red locks were so much like her fathers. In fact, she was nearly a perfect replica of Hisoka, minus the eyes that is. She had your fierce yet beautiful eyes.

"Did you miss me, munchkin?" you asked into (d/n)'s hair. She nodded a little.

"Mmhmm, and daddy missed you." You felt Hisoka tense behind you and you chuckled.

"Did he now?"

"Yeah, he said he missed you lots." Busted, Hisoka sighed and rolled over so that his chest was against your back and his face was in your hair. He then reached his arm over you and (d/n), hugging you both closer to him.

"I missed you and daddy, too," you said as you placed a kiss atop her head.

"Mommy?"

"Mmm?"

"Happy your home."

You hugged (d/n) again as you gently leaned into Hisoka's warm embrace.

"It's good to be home, munchkin."

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grailfinders · 3 years ago

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Fate and Phantasms #159

Today on Fate and Phantasms we bring you the outlaw star himself, Assassin of Shinjuku! As always, it’s hard to go into detail about Sassyshin’s abilities without giving away his identity, so true name spoilers below the cut.

Check out his build breakdown below, or his character sheet over here!

Next up: Wait a minute, I thought King Arthur was a girl!

This build blends Yan Qing’s Shadow Monk techniques with the Doppelganger’s shapeshifting, here represented by the Whispers Bard levels. Kill people, steal their identity, repeat!

Race and Background

Technically Yan Qing is part ghost, but it’s a lot easier to call him a Variant Human instead. If you really want to lean into the doppelganger thing Changeling’s right there, but then you won’t get +1 Dexterity and Charisma, Acrobatics proficiency to jump up entire castles with ease, and the Observant feat to show off why they call you the Skillful Star. This feat gives you +1 Wisdom, the ability to read lips, and you get +5 to your passive Perception and Investigation scores so your disguises are a bit more detailed.

Of course you get the Criminal background, giving you Deception and Stealth proficiencies.

Ability Scores

Speaking of being the Skillful Star, all that martial arts training should make your Dexterity pretty freaking high. After that is Charisma, you’re really good at disguises, and almost as good at making convincing arguments. Almost. After that is Wisdom for more skill and more observational skills. Your Constitution isn’t half bad, you can take a lot of damage and keep going. When you’re fighting against Guda. When you’re actually on their team, that’s a different story. Your Strength should probably be a bit higher, but it’s not very useful for the build. Finally, dump Intelligence. Sassy-shin is many things to many people, but Himbo is definitely one of them.

Class Levels

1. Monk 1: Starting with monk will help you get your shirtless scenes going earlier thanks to your Unarmored Defense giving you an AC based on your dexterity and wisdom. You also get some Martial Arts, letting you use dexterity instead of strength when fighting, giving you a minimum of a d4 in damage when using unarmed attacks, and you can attack as a bonus action if you attack as an action.

On top of all that, you also get proficiency with Strength and Dexterity saves as well as Athletics for even better climbing skills and Insight, because you can’t manipulate people if you don’t know what they want.

2. Monk 2: Second level monks get Ki points each short rest equal to their monk level. Currently, that lets you Dash, Disengage, Dodge, or Attack Twice as a bonus action, but more stuff will come up as we go. Your Unarmored Movement also lets you move just a bit faster while shirtless.

3. Bard 1: Your impersonation powers come from the doppelganger, a fictional creature (also you’re fictional, but hush), so bard’s as good as any class to get their powers from. Grabbing bard second gives you Perception proficiency for even more detailed disguises, as well as Bardic Inspiration. Right now they’re a pool of d6s that recharge on long rests. You can hand out to allies to help them with their d20 rolls-checks, saves, attacks, all that good stuff. Unless your DM somehow incorporated C. Stars into their game, this is one of the closest ways you have to get the actual Skillful Star skill in D&D.

Beyond that, you also learn a couple Spells that use your Charisma to cast. Light helps your dumb human eyes see in the dark and also do the glowy hand thing. It won’t actually help with damage, but it looks cool, and that’s what’s really important. You also get Vicious Mockery, tbh stealing the memory of an enemy’s loved ones means you can get some really disturbing insults.

For first level spells, grab Bane for more insults, Disguise Self for a cheapo disguise that doesn’t even work physically, Longstrider to press your speed advantage further, and Heroism, because you’re a pretty nice guy when you put aside the identity theft.

4. Bard 2: Second level bards are Jacks of All Trades, adding half your proficiency bonus to checks that you’re not proficient in, even making you a little bit faster by boosting your initiative bonus. You can also use a Song of Rest to add a d6 to the healing your party does over a short rest. I mean, you’re a character in a novel, you’ve got to have some good stories to share, right?

For your spell this level, grab Speak with Animals. Working with Lobo is always rough, but at least now you’ll be able to tell his “I’ll tear you limb from limb” bark from his “I’ll tear you limb from limb later” bark.

5. Bard 3: Your doppelganger side grants you the power of a bard from the college of Whispers. When you join the college, you can use your bardic inspiration to create Psychic Blades, adding 2d6 psychic damage to a weapon attack once per turn. I’ve given up trying to figure out if hitting things with your hands count as weapon attacks, so maybe just keep a knife on standby.

You also learn Words of Terror, spending a minute alone with your target to force a wisdom save (DC 8+proficiency+charisma mod) or they become frightened of a creature you choose for up to an hour or until it or an ally takes damage where it can see you. You can use this once per short rest, and if they succeed on their save there’s not tell that you did anything. You also get Expertise in Insight and Deception to make your disguises flawless.

Your spell this time is Enhance Ability, making you even better at whatever you set out to do by giving you (or another creature) advantage on one kind of ability check. For those of you playing along at home, this means you now have a +8 to deception checks, with advantage. Even without your disguises, you’re already doing pretty well for yourself.

6. Bard 4: But “pretty well” isn’t perfect. We can do better. Use your first Ability Score Improvement to grab the Actor feat, rounding up your Charisma for extra inspiration and stronger spells. You also get advantage on deception and performance checks to act as a different person, no spells required. On top of all that, you can mimic the speech of a creature you’ve heard talking for at least a minute, requiring a contested Insight check vs your Deception check to figure things out.

For those rare times you’re trying to be yourself, you can also use Friends to get advantage instead. When that inevitably backfires, use Mirror Image to create some shadow clones for an easier escape. The spell makes three copies of yourself, and when you would get hit by an attack there’s a 75% chance it will hit one of them instead. After they take a hit for you, they pop, reducing the odds of blocking the next attack. MI is technically UA, but it’s not exactly a massive power boost.

7. Bard 5: Fifth level bards see their inspiration dice grow to d8s. While that doesn’t affect your psychic blades, your Font of Inspiration does, letting you recharge inspiration on short rests for more consistent support and damage.

You also learn how to Feign Death to escape any criminal/detective duos on your trail. Admittedly this isn’t as effective as disguising yourself as a civilian, as it basically knocks you out for an hour, giving you resistance to most types of damage and prevents any sort of effect from diseases or poison.

8. Bard 6: The sixth level of bard is where our plan really comes together. No, I’m not talking about Countercharm, get that shit outta here. We’re here for the Mantle of Whispers, letting you steal a humanoid’s shadow when it dies nearby once per short rest. Using their shadow, you can create an hour-long disguise that not only makes you look like the person, but gives you information they would give away to acquaintances. Creatures can see through the disguise with an Insight check against your Deception check, but you get a +5 to that, on top of everything else.

9. Monk 3: Stealing peoples’ identity is nice, but it’s time we got back to punching good. Third level monks get their way, and Way of Shadow helps you take advantage of Shinjuku’s oppressive atmosphere to make the town your own. Your Shadow Arts lets you cast spells like Darkness, Darkvision, Pass without Trace, or Silence using your Ki points. You can also cast Minor Illusion to take your stealth to the next level with some free distractions.

Besides all that, you can Deflect Missiles, catching them out of the air to reduce damage and possibly even throwing them back as a reaction.

Now that you have a bunch of things eating away at your Ki points, you can use your Ki-Fueled Attack to attack as a bonus action if your main action uses your Ki. Now nothing can stop you from delivering those hands.

10. Monk 4: Been a while since your last ASI, huh? Use this one to boost your Dexterity for a better AC and stronger attacks. You can also Slow Fall as a reaction, reducing fall damage by five times your monk level. As Moriarty could tell you, falling off a skyscraper hurts.

11. Monk 5: Fifth level monks get an Extra Attack each attack action, and you can turn those attacks into Stunning Strikes by using Ki. If the target fails a constitution save all attacks on them for the round have advantage. Great way to fish for crits for your psychic blades.

12. Monk 6: Sixth level monks get Ki-empowered Strikes, making your unarmed attacks magic against resistances. You’re a Tier-3 character, you’ll probably need this.

You can also use your brand new Shadow Step to teleport between shadows as a bonus action. Moving so quickly also gives you advantage on your next attack.

13. Bard 7: Seventh level bards get fourth level spells, like using Phantasmal Killer to create a more offensive shadow clone. For up to a minute one targeted creature needs to make a wisdom save. If they fail, they’re frightened and at the end of each turn they have to make another wisdom save or they take psychic damage.

14. Bard 8: Use this ASI to bump up your Charisma again for stronger spells and inspiration. You can also use Freedom of Movement to escape from impossible binds. Just disguise yourself as a free person, I can’t believe nobody thought of this before.

15. Bard 9: Our last level of bard charges your Song of Rest to a d8, and you get a fifth level spell. Mislead lets you move so fast enemies will have to hit your afterimage, simultaneously turning you invisible and creating an illusion of yourself. The illusion lasts for an hour, but you only stay invisible until you attack or cast another spell. It can speak or gesture just like you, and you can even see through its eyes.

16. Monk 7: Seventh level monks finally get Evasion, turning your dex saves into supersaves. Now your failures deal as much damage as your successes, and your successes avoid all damage entirely. Your Stillness of Mind also lets you shut down effects that are charming or frightening you.

17. Monk 8: Use your last ASI to bump up your Wisdom for a stronger AC. Technically grabbing more Dexterity would be better here, but I like rounding stuff up more than capping it out. Makes room for DM stuff.

18. Monk 9: Your Unarmored Movement Improvement lets you run up walls and over water, so long as you don’t end your turn there. You can finally climb up that huge freaking castle you’ve been eyeing for a while!

19. Monk 10: Tenth level monks get a Purity of Body that makes you immune to disease and poison. At least this isn’t your capstone?

20. Monk 11: As an eleventh level shadow monk gets a Cloak of Shadows, letting you disguise yourself as a Vashta Narada as an action, becoming invisible in dim light or darker. This lasts until you attack, cast a spell, or leave the shadows. I’m pretty sure this qualifies for that whole “cast no shadow” thing you’re always going on about, right?

Pros:

You are the one true imposter. With advantage as well as +21 to all your deception rolls to disguise yourself, you’re pretty much undiscoverable. On top of that, you’re also great at reading people with a +15 to insight. The only person doing impressions around here is you, thank ya kindly.

Like all monks, you’re really fast, with 50′ of movement speed, dash options, teleporting options, and ways to make yourself even faster via magic. You go down harder than the KT event, but you’re fine as long as you don’t get hit.

You also come with tons of ways to mess with the enemy. Make yourself invisible, shoot darkness like a squid shoots ink, have them chasing an illusion, or even just disguise yourself as a loved one. You are a terror to fight.

Cons:

Touching on that thing I said back in Pro #2, you’re pretty squishy, with barely over 100 HP and only 17 AC. Stick to the shadows, you’ll need them.

You also have a serious issue with range. Anything that can outspeed you will find it pretty easy to have you running in circles, since your best ranged attacks are cantrips.

This build is also a little bit complicated, with balancing your Ki, inspirations, who you can disguise as, who you can mimic, and all that fun stuff. Like a lot of the clever people builds, don’t expect to play this one like you would a barbarian.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #DND #Assassin of Shinjuku #Bard #Monk

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shera-dnd · 3 years ago

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And the first commission of the month is done! This was so much fun to write and was sincerely the silliest thing I've written in a long time. Hope you all enjoy this as much as I did.

It was a busy day around the atlesian crater, the hole left at the center of Mantle when Atlas took to the sky. All around SDC workers moved about, setting everything up for the big event. And at the center of this whirlwind of people walked two women caught in conversation.

“What I’m saying is that it would be good for both our images for the leader of the atlesian branch of the White Fang, and the head of the SDC to be seen in public together,” one woman argued, “you know, show the world that our organizations can work together to build a better future.”

“And what I’m saying, Ilia,” the second argued, “is that you don’t have to come up with an excuse for me to spend time with a friend.”

“So you’re not coming to the event with me because?” Ilia asked, earning herself an eye roll from her companion.

“Because someone has to keep everything from going up in flames,” she argued, “trust me, I’d want nothing more than to relax and enjoy some time with my friends, but I really need to keep an eye on things.”

“Seriously, Weiss?” Ilia asked, sounding more than a little annoyed, “is there no one you can trust to handle things for you?”

“Well, there is you,” Weiss mused, seeming not to notice Ilia’s quick shift through shades of pink, before settling back on her normal skin color, “but I guess that defeats the point. There is also Winter, but she’s already super busy.”

“You know what? I’m gonna figure something out,” she offered.

“Ilia, you really don’t have to.”

“I’m serious,” Ilia insisted, “you deserve a break. Let me sort things out for you.”

“Thank you,” Weiss replied, smiling at her as she pulled her into a hug, “no breaking anyone’s teeth though.”

Ilia once again went on a journey through every possible shade of pink, as she was held close. It took some focus to get her colors under control, and even more to formulate a reply.

“Hey, I only did that once!” She countered, her voice faltering for a moment.

Weiss pulled away from the hug and was about to snark back, when they were both interrupted by the sound of jets.

“Salutations!” Greeted the source of the noise. Jets of flame came out of her boots as she flew down to ground level, carrying a massive sound system on each shoulder. She gently placed both of those down, before posing proudly before the two women.

“Penny!” Weiss greeted back, walking up to talk to her, “thank you so much for the help.”

“Don’t mention it, Weiss,” Penny waved off, “you’re helping Mantle, after all, so the least I can do is help you too.”

Penny then pulled Weiss into a rib crushing hug, and over the sound of all the air leaving her lungs, Weiss could swear she heard an annoyed groan coming from Ilia. She really didn’t understand why she got like that whenever she saw them talking together.

The android eventually let Weiss go - something her lungs were grateful for - and picked up the sound systems again, “so where do you need these?”

“Over by the main tent,” Weiss informed. She waved her hand, causing a spectral knight in white armor to appear next to them, it picked up one of the sound systems from Penny and tossed it over its shoulder with ease, “and, please, let me help you.”

Ilia only tapped her foot impatiently for a moment, before adding, “I just remembered I had something to do, so I’m gonna get going now.”

“Oh, see you later then,” Weiss replied, too distracted to notice Penny playfully sticking her tongue out at Ilia, “sorry we couldn’t spend much time together.”

“It’s alright,” though Ilia was clearly talking to Weiss, she wasn’t looking at her, instead her eyes were locked onto Penny. Well...that was odd. Maybe she should ask her what that was about once they weren’t all so busy with the charity event.

With that, Weiss waved her goodbye and turned to walk Penny to where she was needed, her summon dutifully following at their side.

“Weiss, I had the most sensational idea for the charity event,” Penny commented as they walked together, “what if we auction off a little flyby through Mantle, on the arms of the Protector of Mantle herself?” She offers, pausing to flex so she can really sell her point. Not that she really had to, because Weiss loved the idea already.

“Penny, that’s perfect!” She cheered, “I already know so many people who would pay a fortune for a chance to get carried around by you.”

The android looked almost bashful at that comment, it was kinda cute, even though she was still holding a piece of equipment that weighted easily as much as her. “Maybe we can do a little demonstration flight. I can take you for a ride around town, so they know everything is safe.”

Weiss chuckled at that, “oh, don’t worry about it. You’re the Protector of Mantle, no one needs proof that they’ll be safe with you.’

“R-Right, of course,” she stammered, obviously just a sign that Penny still didn’t know how to handle this much positive attention, “so do you need me to carry anything else?”

~~~

Penny slumped onto a nearby bench, exhausted and defeated. Her many internal sensors reminded her that she was still at full aura and had enough battery life for another week before her next mandatory recharge. But it wasn’t physical exhaustion that wore her out, it was emotional.

Weiss was sweet, loving, kind, and also really damn pretty. Penny had been keenly aware of this from the moment she got accidentally tackled to the ground all those years ago. What had taken her a while to figure out was that what she felt towards her was more than just friendly affection, and by then she found out she had competition.

“No luck?” Ilia asked, she had been sitting on that bench for a while now, lazily staring off at the sky.

“No luck,” she sighed in agreement.

The worst realization was one that came far more recently. Weiss Schnee was completely oblivious to any and all romantic approaches.

Ilia groaned loudly and leaned forward, burying her face in her hands, “how can someone so smart be so fucking stupid?”

“I don’t know,” Penny answered, leaning against Ilia. She didn’t seem to mind, she knew physical contact was how the android recharged her emotional batteries, “but it’s kinda cute.”

Ilia shot her the most infuriated glare she could manage, reds and yellows spreading through her skin...before dying down once again, “I hate that you’re right.”

“So what now?” Penny asked, ignoring the glare as she continued to lean against her.

“What do you mean ‘what now’?” She asked, sounding completely baffled, “the game is still on, Polendina. I’m still gonna spend my night with her.”

Ilia’s burst of competitive energy seemed to be contagious, because suddenly Penny felt far more energized. She jumped up to her feet and declared, “it will be a shame then that I’ll have to interrupt it to take her on a romantic flight through Mantle.”

They held an intense staredown for all of thirty seconds, before the both of them burst out laughing. Wow, they really were getting competitive over a silly crush, huh? It was so silly, but it was surprisingly fun too. Neither of them would really resent the other for ‘winning’, and they knew that, but they enjoyed keeping up the act.

“Good luck, Penny.”

“Good luck, Ilia.”

~~~

It was strange walking through the headquarters of the SDC like this. Not running from security, not stalking through the dark, just calmly walking in to see a friend. Ilia just couldn’t get used to it. All those guards just put her on edge, even if all they did now was nod politely and ask if she needed anything.

“Miss Amitola,” greeted Weiss’s secretary, “Miss Schnee is in the middle of a meeting, but she should be able to see you shortly.”

“Thanks, I’ll just wait here then,” she replied, taking a seat right outside Weiss’s office.

Gods, that was so weird.

Thankfully she soon found something to distract herself from the awkward silence of the office building. Specifically the fact that the room didn’t stay silent for much longer, because Weiss’s office walls weren’t half as thick as they should be.

“I don’t care if some rich idiots are uncomfortable!” Came Weiss’s muffled shout through her office walls, “this is about helping the faunus community living in the crater! I am not closing off the event to them!”

There was a short moment of silence, as whoever she was talking to quietly defended themself.

“Then they can go and cancel!” She shouted again, “if they don’t like being around those in need, then I don’t want them at the event!”

Ilia tried not to laugh as she watched that idiot scamper off, leaving behind a trail of “sorry, ma’am”s, “of course, ma’am”s, on his way out. Was it bad that watching Weiss verbally eviscerate a man kinda made her crush on her even more? Maybe, but Ilia didn’t care.

Deciding not to question her taste in women, Ilia simply got up and held the door before it had the chance to close behind the man. “I take it you could use some good news,” she offered.

“Please,” Weiss asked, massaging her temples.

“So I was checking on what agents we had available around Solitas,” she explained, casually walking in and taking a seat, “and I think I found someone who can take care of things for you.”

“Look, I appreciate it, but I really don’t want to outsource my responsibilities like that,” Weiss argued, “besides, I’m not gonna trust this event to someone I don’t know.”

Ilia leaned back and shrugged, “I guess I’ll have to tell our favorite Belladonna to cancel it.”

“Wait!” Weiss said, nearly doing a double take, “Blake is here?”

“She just finished a mission in Argus, and was coming over here for a visit,” she answered, “I barely said a word about the event before she offered to help.”

“Of course she did,” she sighed, “she really needs to learn to take a break.”

“And you don’t?” Ilia asked.

“I’m fine,” she insisted, only earning herself a raised eyebrow, “I’m serious!”

“Schnee,” she called, leaning forward again, and looking Weiss dead in the eye, “you’re taking a break even if me, Blake, and Penny have to carry you out of this building ourselves.”

“Fine,” Weiss crossed her arms and groaned, sliding a little down her chair as she did.

“Was it that hard?” Ilia asked, thoroughly amused by this.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Shame,” Ilia had to laugh at that, “but how about you rest, relax, and enjoy the evening with me?”

“That… that does sound nice,” Weiss agreed.

Ilia smiled, looking far too pleased with herself, and got up.

“See you at the event then.”

Ilia had barely taken a step out of the office, when her favorite android stepped in.

“Hey, Wei--Oh, Ilia!” Penny greeted, looking confused for a moment, before realizing there was only one possible reason for the faunus to look so pleased.

This time it was Ilia’s turn to stick her tongue at her.

“Penny!” Weiss cheerfully called, as she stepped out to greet her, “what are you doing here?”

“Oh, well, dad made a little extra for lunch today, and I know you haven’t had anything home made in a while, so I thought you’d appreciate a little Polendina family recipe,” she explained, gesturing towards a bag she’d been holding.

“Oh thank you,” Weiss replied, taking the bag and giving Penny a quick kiss on the cheek, “I don’t know what’d I’d do without you two.”

Ilia was somewhat annoyed that she didn’t get any kisses for her whole plan, but she still had plenty of time to work on that, and besides she was the one who scored herself a date. So suck it, Polendina.

Oh speaking of which.

“I should probably get going. I gotta go welcome Blake once she gets here,” Ilia excused herself, before adding a pointed, “see you at the event later.”

“See you there,” Weiss replied, “and give Blake a hug for me.”

“Will do,” and with that she was off.

It didn’t take long for her to hear heavy metal steps catching up to her.

“Did she say yes?” Penny asked.

“She did,” Ilia answered, turning around to look at her, “ready to admit defeat?”

“Never!”

“Well, I’m the one with a date tonight, not you, so suck it tin can!” Ilia taunted.

And Penny let out a loud gasp, covering her mouth with her hand. “Ilia!”

Ah crap, did she cross a line?

“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that,” Ilia apologized in a panic, “I’m so sorry.”

Penny’s look of offense and horror quickly melted away into a fit of giggles. Oh she did not just do that just to mess with her! How dare she!?

“Oh, you little shit,” Ilia accused, but any menace in her tone was completely undermined by her skin shifting an embarrassed pink.

That stupid robot somehow thought that meant it was okay to give her a hug. It wasn’t, and her getting pinker didn’t mean shit.

The two gay idiots bickered for a little while longer, thinking it was just the two of them in the halls of the SDC, before taking their leave. But there was someone there, pearing just outside the office doors, watching this all unfold.

~~~

The event had finally begun. The Crater Community Charity Event, organized by the SDC for raising funds to help improve the infrastructure of the neighborhoods in and around the atlesian crater. Since those neighborhoods were majority faunus, the White Fang took particular interest in making sure the event went well, and that the charity was well funded. Which is why no one seemed surprised that the leader of the local branch was walking around like she owned the place.

Not that some of the rich bastards didn’t glare at her as she walked by, still mistrustful of her and her organization. But what were they gonna do? Kick her out? Those assholes barely had the guts to do more than glare, especially when she was accompanied by the woman running this event.

Weiss seemed to delight in that, the act of infuriating so many terrible people simply by enjoying herself, and knowing that these people could do nothing to stop her. It was a level of pettiness that Ilia couldn’t help but respect.

Though unfortunately the head of the SDC was far more perceptive to angry glares than she was to loving glances, or perhaps she would have noticed how Ilia had looked at her that entire evening. No matter, they were still enjoying their date, even if it was more a friend date between gal pals, than an actual romantic one.

“Hey, Weiss,” Ilia called, just loud enough that Weiss could hear it, but hopefully nobody else, “I really appreciate getting to spend time with you today.”

“Ilia, you’re my friend,” she answered, “you don’t have to thank me for something like that.”

Gods, this girl was oblivious.

“I’m serious,” she insisted, “it means a lot. I really do enjoy your company, and I...and I…”

Before she could find her words, a bright green light streaked across the sky above them and landed nearby. Oh, just what Ilia needed right now...

Weiss gasped, “the auction is about to start!”

And next thing Ilia knew she was getting dragged along through the crowd towards where several rich weirdos gathered. At the center of it all was Penny Polendina, posing like a superhero straight out of a comic, as Blake Belladonna announced the auction. The right to a flight through Mantle in her strong robot arms.

It didn’t take long for the bids to skyrocket higher than Penny herself could, as many rich idiots offered to pay exorbitant amounts of money for the right to get bridal carried through the sky. Well at least this was all going to faunus communities in need.

As more people made their bids Ilia noticed just how few of them were men. Most of the people willing to pay for that flight were women, some of them just for the thrill of the flight, some clearly sapphics, and some in even clearer denial. For a moment there, when they were deep in the five digit territory, it seemed like a member of team denial was about to get her win. An older rich woman, obviously displeased with her husband, and about a light breeze away from a proper gay awakening.

But she was denied that when Weiss shouted, “a hundred thousand lien!”

Ilia’s heart sank and the crowd went quiet. Lady Denial nudged her husband a few times and they seemed to have a quiet argument, before she resigned herself to her defeat. Well, at least Ilia wasn’t the one most disappointed by this turn of events.

“What are you doing!?” She hissed at Weiss.

“I’m winning you a date,” Weiss whispered back.

“You’re what!?”

“I saw you talking to Penny after you left the office, you don’t have to hide it, Ilia,” Weiss said, somehow thinking that explained anything.

“What!?”

“Come on, the moment she giggled you turned pinker than I’ve ever seen you,” Weiss continued, and Ilia was pretty sure she was about to pop a blood vessel, “and the way you’ve been looking at her all the time. You have the most obvious crush ever.”

So that’s how Ilia found herself being flown high over Mantle, in the arms of her romantic rival. The flight had been completely silent, neither really wanting to talk about this turn of events, or even acknowledge that it was happening. This was the stupidest way this night could have possibly gone.

“I think we should tell her,” Penny eventually said.

“Yes, yes we should,” Ilia was forced to agree.

~~~

“Weiss!” She heard Ilia call, along with the sound of Penny’s jets, “we need to talk!”

Weiss turned around right on time to catch Penny land and gently help Ilia stand.

“Well, you two are back early,” she commented, “did something happen?”

“Yes,” they both answered at the same time. Oh? That wasn’t a good sign.

“Weiss, we know you’re just trying to be a good friend,” Penny began, trying to soften the blow of Ilia’s clear annoyance.

“But this is really getting absurd,” Ilia continued.

Weiss blinked a few times, “I’m confused, what’s going on?”

Ilia and Penny looked at each other for a moment, they gestured a few times as if silently arguing over something, before Penny stepped forward.

“Ilia isn’t crushing on me,” she finally spoke, though she needed a deep breath before continuing, “she’s crushing on you, and so am I.”

“Excuse me!?” Weiss blurted, looking completely befuddled.

Ilia sighed and took this as her cue to step in, “we like you, damn it! We’ve been trying to tell you for ages, but we couldn’t get you to take a hint!”

“So all those times you’ve both been really insistent on helping me or spending time with me…”

“It was a display of romantic feelings, yes.” Penny answered with an energetic nod.

“And you guys kept staring at each other, and snarking…”

“It was us getting competitive,” Ilia explained, “playfully,” she added.

“Huh,” she responded, a tiny humorous smile forming on her face, as if she had finally understood the punchline to a joke, “so I take it you two expect me to choose one of you now?”

“That would be preferable,” Penny answered.

Weiss seemed to ponder for a moment, looking between the two of them as if she was weighing the pros and cons of each option.

“Both,” she declared.

“Both!?” They echoed.

“Yes, both.”

“Is that an option?” Penny asked, appearing very confused.

“If you’re both okay with that,” Weiss answered, with a tiny shrug.

“Oh, of course the privileged little Schnee would go and choose to have everything,” Ilia complained.

“Is that a no?” Weiss asked, sounding almost like a challenge.

“Of course it isn’t!” She yelled back, pinks shooting all over her hair as she walked up to her and took her hand.

Penny practically flew as she went to grab the other one, happily giggling the whole time.

Weiss smiled, kissed them both on the cheek, and walked back to the charity event with both girlfriends in hand.

#rwby #prismatic ponytails #frostbyte #weiss schnee #ilia amitola #penny polendina #fanfic #commission

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illyaana · 3 years ago

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Birthday Special: Mashirao Ojiro

credits to the artist who drew the picture above!

Tags: Timeskip! Ojiro x Hero! Reader, No Specific Gender for Reader, Fluff

Your Hero Name: Pavlin (Peacock in Bulgarian)

Your Quirk: Peacock

When you wish, a bunch of peacock feathers form from the small of your back. Much like Hawks' quirk, they listen to your orders and can become swords. They also double as a shield. You also have a telekinetic connection with them too. The drawback is that removing too many in an hour can make you bleed.

Synopsis: You were tracking down two vigilantes. As you were severely injured, you sent a notice to all the heroes where you believed they were heading. After you healed, you continued to follow them. Soon, they removed their disguises and you found out it was Toga and Dabi. Toga shoved a needle in your arm and you thought that she was only drawing out blood, but you were wrong.

Word Count: 1879

The two vigilantes were relentlessly attacking you. Their guns and daggers came at you from left and right, forming multiple gashes and wounds on your body.

You knew you were reaching your limit. The feathers on your back were stained by the blood dripping due to you using so many of your feathers without any time to recuperate.

You jumped from the building and hid in an alleyway. You were planning to give yourself 5 mins to let your body rest while you use the smaller feathers of yours to track the two armed men.

By injecting a syringe full of green liquid formed by some of the heroes you knew who had quirks that could heal, you felt the wounds in your body seal and heal while you focused on the task at hand - to identify where they were going.

You were in your subconscious, feeling the movement of your feathers in a makeshift map of Musutafu in your head. You memorised the city like the back of your hand, it was required to be one of the more efficient heroes of Japan.

You knew they knew you weren't physically following them anymore, so they'd lead you straight to where they intended to go - and it oh so happened to be the base of the League of Villains.

Using your phone, you alerted all the heroes nearby the base with an app designed by the safety commission to keep an eye out for the two as you recharged.

Soon, you felt your body was ready to continue with the mission you were originally conducting.

Using the boots designed by your agency, you jumped and used your feathers to swerve to the right. Soon, you were jumping from building to building to catch up with the two men you were tracking.

You heard your phone ring and you picked it up,

"What is it Ojiro?" you said, speaking loudly.

"Where are you, most of us are waiting outside of the base to get those two," he stated with a worried tone.

You chuckled. "Don't worry about me too much, honey. Your fiance is stronger than you think."

"Still, where are you?" He asked again, now with a more stern tone.

You sighed. "Look up, stupid."

You saw him look to the top of the building opposite the base and instantly spotted you. You were leaning against the wall with your arms crossed and your phone by your ear.

You saw his face turn pale and you instantly turned around.

The two males smiled as one of them shoved a needle into your upper arm, drawing blood from it.

Soon, a muddy-like shell covering their bodies fell from the both of them, revealing Dabi and Toga.

"Pavlin wasn't as strong as they said, right, Dabi?" Toga said smiling, revealing her two fangs.

Dabi smirked as he walked towards you and grabbed your chin.

"They're hot too," he said as he trailed his fingers on your lips, "It isn't fair that Tailboy managed to secure this hot of a person to himself."

You bit Dabi's finger and pulled on the syringe, causing all the blood drawn to fall on the floor.

Using your feathers, you pinned both Toga and Dabi to the wall.

While Dabi tried to burn the feathers, you used a flashlight and showed a signal to the heroes perched outside of the base and turned their attention to you.

Ojiro was soon behind you along with Shoto and Aizawa. He quickly grabbed you before you fell due to the blood loss.

"You okay?" he asked as he gripped you from the sides. You could only nod, unable to say a word.

You felt your feathers begin to fall from your back.

You didn't tell them to.

They fell on their own.

You began to vomit out blood, copious amounts falling from your lips.

Soon, you heard Dabi laughing hysterically. "So how is it being quirkless, Pavlin?"

Your face paled.

Quirkless?

"We weren't only taking your blood, you know," Toga explained, "We also injected you with something the League has been developing - a serum to remove quirks."

Toga took the knife from her hands and cut through your feathers. "You were our first test subject, and it clearly worked!" She began chuckling, "You are relieved from your duties, Pavlin. It was a pleasure being your opponent."

You gripped Ojiro's arm, not wanting to act recklessly.

You were no longer Pavlin.

You chuckled lowly.

You took one of your longer feathers from the ground, touching the very tip of it.

It was still sharp.

It could still cut.

You looked at Ojiro.

You didn't need to say anything.

He already knew what you wanted to do.

You got off the floor and stood in a fighting stance, wiping the blood from the sides of your mouth.

"At least let me finish my job before I am relieved of my duties, Toga."

You ran to her, using your boots to get a high distance so that you came to her at an angle.

You were going to stab this bloodsucker and give her a taste of her own medicine.

Thanks to Shoto, they couldn't move. The ice beneath them had secure them to where they stood.

Every single time Dabi tried melting it off, Shoto just formed more ice.

The next few seconds were a blur, but you knew you stabbed Toga at her right shoulder. You made sure to push it in deep, letting the finer hairs of your former feather enter her skin, preventing her from using her dominant hand ever again.

Dabi stared at his partner as she screamed.

While she was writhing in pain, you looked at him.

"I am not done with you get."

A dark smile reached your lips as you jumped off of Toga's body and grabbed two of your smaller feathers.

"Get out of the way!" you screamed at the others as you ran straight to Dabi.

You threw one small feather while running and it immediately hit Dabi's lower arm.

"Even if I wasn't with Ojiro, I would've never fall in love with you let alone get in a relationship with you."

You threw the other smaller arrow to reach his lips vertically, slicing each lip in half, "...so don't you ever touch my lips ever again."

Everyone surrounding you sighed in relief when you kneeled down, catching your breath.

But Ojiro wasn't going to let this end like how it did.

He was furious.

That quirk was the only thing that reminded you of your family that died so many years ago.

It was the only thing that you could call a present from your family.

He knew how life was for you as an orphan who was never adopted.

He remembered how you'd go on and on about your late parents who taught you the basics of your quirk.

He remembered how you cried when you told him about how they passed off.

He knew how much that quirk meant to you.

And all he could see now was red.

"How dare you do that to them!" He screamed at the two of them.

You saw the anger in your fiance's eyes as he gave a death stare to the two villains in front of you.

"Ojiro, I have already-" he touched the top of your head, signalling you to let him speak on your behalf.

"They may be willing to let this slide with just a few cuts and bruises, but not me."

Ojiro was going to fling himself off the pole beside him but you managed to stand in time to stop him.

You made him crouch beside you and pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you, Ojiro, but I don't need your name dirtied because of what happened to me," you pat his back.

"Besides, they have injuries they can't heal that will affect their line of work because of me, and that has given me all the satisfaction I needed," you ended, a dark smirk on your face as you faced the two villains.

Soon, the two of them were apprehended and sent off to be contained. You and Ojiro headed back to your shared apartment and began to watch an episode of the show you both were watching together.

You loved the domestic life that you both shared. You did not crave adventure. So did Ojiro.

You both loved the indoors. Just being surrounded by comfort after a long day's work is all you both needed to re-energize yourselves.

You saw the popcorn bowl empty and headed to prepare more until Ojiro stopped you.

He turned off the TV and gave his wholehearted attention to you.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

You were all prepared to let it die off with the severe injuries of two villains, yet those six words managed to form your tears to form.

"I spent only four years with them, Ojiro. I lost them when I was going to turn 5 - the day right before my birthday," you began, "My quirk was the only thing keeping them alive within me. I lost my whole family thanks to one measle injection I could've easily avoided."

Ojiro pulled you into his lap and softly placed his tail on you. He knew you liked to touch it when you were sad or angry.

"Your quirk wasn't the only thing keeping them alive, love. The fact you worked so hard to become someone who your parents could be so proud of, the fact you didn't falter through all those trying times in your life, the fact you stood tall when everyone doubted you - that fighting spirit of yours," he touched the middle of your chest with his finger," That keeps them alive."

"You will always remember the training they gave you when they found out your quirk, right?" You nodded.

"You will keep the memories you've made with them in those precious years, right?" You nodded.

"You will always carry your last name, even when you're married, correct?" You nodded.

"Then what is there to worry about?" He said, pinching your cheeks.

"I fell in love with you because of who you are. I will always remember you as the little feisty person who made me see my talent and made me love myself."

He placed his head on your shoulder, rubbing the side of his face in the crook of your neck.

"You made me the hero I am today, and you will be known throughout the years as someone to be respected. And it's all thanks to your parents - to your family, isn't it?" He ended, giving a kiss on your neck.

This was it.

This is why you love this man.

He knew the main reason behind your pain and made it go away.

This is why you are going to marry him and make him the happiest man on Earth.

You turned to face him and gave a kiss on his forehead. "Thank you, Ojiro."

He just smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead, too. "Thank you, Y/N."

If the world was something that gave you a blessing amongst an array of curses, you both knew that he was your blessing as you were his.

Happy Ojiro Day! The Tailman himself is totally underrated, so let's give him some love today, hmm? (✿◡‿◡) As always, thanks for all the reblogs and the likes. I hope you enjoyed it :3

As usual, if you have any ideas or headcanons or just wanna talk to me, tell me here!

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justasparkwritings · 4 years ago

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Illicit Affairs: Beautiful Rooms Pt. 3

Previous: Beautiful Rooms Pt. 2

Pairings: Namjoon & Reader (Barely)

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life

Ratings: PG15

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Therapy and Swearing, Lots of Reminiscing

Summary: Under the guidance of Dr. Aarons, Jungkook and Namjoon work to rebuild their relationship.

Listen: illicit affairs by Taylor Swift

“Let’s debrief,” Dr. Aarons sits gently in her chair, hair grown out a little, the new length carefully tossed over her shoulder. She adjusts the pen in her hand and consults the list in her notebook. “We’ve covered a lot of ground in the last few weeks, but there’s one piece we haven’t discussed.”

“What is that?” Namjoon asks.

“There’s a new stipulation in Jungkook’s contract that says he can date, I understand, similar to yours, it was a consolation prize,”

“Mm, when the lawyers and I renegotiated the contracts, it seemed fair that he get something special in return,” Namjoon answers.

“Jungkook, how do you feel about it?”

“About dating?”

“Yes, with all you’ve been through, bringing another person into your life?”

“I feel, scared,”

“Can you explain that?”

“Scared that all of the trauma is going to come back, scared I’m not enough, scared I can’t love someone,”

“Why do you think that?” Namjoon asks.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Jungkook’s earnestness slips through his syllables.

“What don’t I get?”

“Joon, I’ve spent nearly a decade thinking that Big Hit loves me because I work myself to the bone, because I damage my body and push it past its limits. Love costs,”

“No it doesn’t,”

“Your love cost,”

“No,” Namjoon shakes his head. In the nearly two months they’ve spent in this room with Dr. Aarons, Namjoon has had his share of epiphanies. This, this is new and horrifying.

“Yes,”

“I,” Namjoon lunges at Jungkook, a foreign behavior that results in Dr. Aarons gasping. But he doesn’t fight him, he pulls him in, hugging him fiercely. “It doesn’t, it doesn’t Jungkook, there is no price to my love, I swear.”

“This is the last hurdle I want us to discuss before the rest of the members arrive this week.”

“Okay,” Namjoon sits back in his spot, leaving Jungkook’s arms empty.

“We have to separate the idea that the actions you carried out aren’t related to love,”

“How do we do that?”

“Jungkook, you’ve made a list of memorable moments with Namjoon, both positive and hurtful, we’re going to work through them to separate the different emotions during those moments. Sound good?”

“Yes,” The men reply.

Dr. Aaron’s projects a table on the empty wall to their right, a natural screen. Namjoon stares at the T-Chart and reads over the first event.

“Jungkook, why don’t you read the first one?”

“Namjoon asks for a hug on stage,” Jungkook reads.

“Why did you bring this memory to us?”

“It’s always stuck in my mind,”

“Can you elaborate on why?” Dr. Aarons smiles at the blush on Jungkook’s cheeks, before she turns to Namjoon. “Namjoon, what do you remember of that day?”

“That was, what, Love Yourself World tour? Yeah, I was just feeling so emotional, we were in Seoul before going to the US to play stadiums. It was all so overwhelming, to start in our hometown, to be there, as Bangtan with all we’d been through.”

“Jungkook, why did this stand out to you?”

“Namjoon-hyung isn’t one for physical affection, he’s not like Hobi-hyung or Jimin-hyung, he doesn’t walk around with a free hug sign… it was so special that he wanted to share that with me, with all of us on stage in front of everyone.”

“Was that moment pure love, or calculated action?” Dr. Aarons inquires.

“Pure love,” The men answer in unison.

“Let’s look at the next one.”

“Preparation for Billboard awards,” Jungkook reads.

“Which time?” Namjoon asks.

“2018,” Jungkook specifies.

“Oh, Fake Love era,” He nods his head, mind already racing through the string of events that made that year nearly unbearable.

“Yes,”

“Granted, we are only on the second event, but 2018 seems to have been one hell of a year. What was going on behind the scenes?”

The thing about being a therapist is that you always know more than your clients think. Particularly when they’re famous, and Billboard has created detailed lists of their accomplishments for the last few years, you tend to be clued in when a high-profile individual waltzes through your doors. Dr. Aarons had never worked with an idol of such status and power as Jungkook and Namjoon, and eventually OT7. So, to prepare, she naturally went in to read the facts. The lists of accomplishments, itemized by year, proved indelible to her work with them. She felt prepared when Jungkook walked into her office, and through their dedicated time each day, she learned more and more. Dr. Aarons could see in that first meeting how damaged his psyche was, she could see the betrayal and confusion, the years of misuse of his body, the systems woven into his DNA that he was going to have to relearn. But she also saw the drive, the hope, the soul in his midnight irises. Now, watching him interact with Namjoon, she was beginning to feel proud of all the progress he’s made.

“We were practicing nonstop,” Jungkook’s voice pulls her back.

Namjoon nods, “We were all falling apart.”

Dr. Aarons hums thoughtlessly, an empty gesture to the two whose minds are reliving the hell from that year. “This is when you considered breaking up?”

“Disbanding, yeah,” Namjoon nods again. “We met and talked about it, a lot. It was hard navigating the pressure of becoming a more global group and the pressures of the Korean music industry.”

“Hobi-hyung and Jimin-hyung released solo stuff, too,” Jungkook adds

“I did too,” Namjoon reminds him. “It was a busy year with a lot of promotions and changes, so many music videos, we played the Tokyo Dome,”

“Mic Drop Remix came out, and we had a song go platinum for the first time,”

“We started to win big at MNET and MAMA awards,”

“Wasn’t that the first time we were in Time Magazine?”

“Mm, the world voted us person of the year,” Namjoon remembers receiving the news, they had been ecstatic.

“But you wanted to disband?” Dr. Aarons wonders. “Why?”

“All that success was overwhelming,” Jungkook answers.

“Jungkook, you’re an introvert?”

“Yes,”

“I can imagine the toll that took on you, and still does, finding time to rest and recharge,” Dr. Aarons has had this conversation with him before, the need to manage his introverted personality, how he controls his body and the world around him. The tattoos, the piercings, the hair dying. All symptoms. All things she wasn’t sure Namjoon had realized.

“I guess I thought exercise was a way to manage it,” He shrugs.

“Jungkook, what stands out to you about Namjoon at this time?”

“He was the reason I joined, the promises he made. We were together wondering if it was worth it and I just felt like I’d sacrificed so much, my body was breaking, and he was sitting there wondering if we should quit.”

“Mm, did you feel betrayed?”

“Yes, by him,”

“What about the other members?”

“They didn’t see it that way, Namjoon-hyung didn’t promise them what he promised me,”

“You were feeling betrayed by him, and working your body to the max with minimal success,”

“Yes,”

“Namjoon, how were you feeling?”

“I felt like we were gaining success but at what cost?”

“That cost was me,” Jungkook says. “It’s always been me.”

“Jungkook,”

“Namjoon, we’ve been working on this, but there’s still a disconnect.”

“I don’t know how to make him understand what I was going through too,”

“Mm, Jungkook?”

“Ttaeron naui sum makhil ttaemyeon / Mojal nulleosseugo gyesok dallyeo” Jungkook replies.

“I know,”

“You don’t, you never will. You got love, you got a career, you got a life, you got it all.” Jungkook whispers.

“Was 2018, specifically the lead up to the Fake Love performance love, or calculated action?” Dr. Aarons presses.

“Both,” Jungkook answers.

“Elaborate,” She requests.

“Namjoon-hyung wanted to walk away because he loved us, he respected us, he wanted us to be happy. But pushing me in rehearsals and building me up by complimenting the results was calculated. The lies he told were planned. He knew what he was doing to me.”

“Namjoon, do you think that’s a fair assessment?”

“Yes. You were also working out so much because you had to lift your shirt every time, we did that stupid song,” Namjoon sits back, the air in his lungs deflating.

“Who decided that?” Dr. Aarons asks. “It’s something I’ve wondered about.”

“Choreographer,” They answer.

“Could it have been a calculated move?”

“Maybe,” Jungkook answers. Namjoon sits silently, staring at his hands. His silence tells Dr. Aarons everything she needs to know, it was.

“Hmm, alright next,”

“Bangtan performing Ddaeng together,” Jungkook reads.

“Tell me about that,”

“We had two concerts, like a showcase, and OT7 decided we wanted to perform Ddaeng together. We divided the vocal line, Hoseok took Jimin and Seokjin, Yoongi took Taehyung, and I had Jungkook. We rehearsed and then performed together,” Namjoon explains.

“What was special about this?”

“We never perform rap line songs with the rap line. It was a surprise to the fans, and something we all really wanted to do. Namjoon and I have always been close, and he let me really take the verse and make it mine for those performances,”

“Namjoon, why did you pick Jungkook?”

“I didn’t, it was just, decided,”

“Hobi-hyung took Jimin and Jin because they were the least experienced with rapping, and were happier to split a verse than have their own.”

“Taehyung wanted Yoongi’s verse, desperately wanted it.”

“I would’ve been happy with either, but I guess, I’ll take any opportunity to work with Joon-hyung,”

“How was rehearsing?”

“Really fun,” Jungkook says. “It was the most fun I’ve had in rehearsal, maybe ever,”

“It was thrilling to watch him take on this song, my verse and make it his own. Our styles are very different. It was fun to watch him play with it, make it his,”

“You still rapped parts of it with him,”

“We took turns at the beginning of the verse,” Jungkook answers. “Then I did the rest.”

“Love, or calculated?”

“Love,” Namjoon answers.

“Was it?” Jungkook asks.

“You think it would be calculated?” Namjoon asks.

“Show me how I could do more than just sing, push me to explore different parts of my job, continue my drive. Could’ve been calculated,”

“But you didn’t get into rapping at that point, you haven’t yet,”

“True,”

“From what I’m hearing, it sounds like love,” Dr. Aarons decides. “You two have come a long way in the last two months. I’m excited to talk to the other members and work through a few items with them too. How are you feeling about them coming?”

“I’m excited,” Jungkook tells her. “I haven’t seen them in a while, I miss them.”

“I’m happy we’ll get to work through this, though, very nervous,” Namjoon answers.

“Good. All things to take into consideration as we ready our minds for our meeting.”

Dr. Aarons bids the men adieu, and as they exit into the LA sun, Namjoon turns to Jungkook.

“You��ve come a long way,” Namjoon compliments.

“So have you,” Jungkook responds.

“Do you want to get dinner later?” Namjoon inquires, eyes hopeful. They haven’t had many 1-1 moments, a few work activities together, some studio time and lyric sessions, but limited social time. At first Joon hated it, but after meeting with Dr. Aarons a few times outside of their group work, he came to realize how important it was for each of them to be apart, separated during their therapy.

“I can’t, but maybe we can get coffee tomorrow before the guys show up?” Jungkook offers. It’s a consolidation prize, Namjoon can see it in the way he shrinks himself in the sunshine.

“Sounds good, I’m moving into a bigger place with them, are you coming too?” Namjoon inquires.

“No, I’m staying in mine. Dr. Aarons’ wants me to slowly transition back to work,” Jungkook informs him.

“That’s a good plan,” Namjoon nods, sunglasses masking the disappointment in his eyes.

“Yeah, so coffee, tomorrow?”

Namjoon nods, “Eight?”

“Sounds good,” Jungkook waves at Namjoon before turning and going his own way.

Jungkook has plans, plans that he’s sure will go from dinner through the evening until early morning when his new love has to go to work. It’s new, a few weeks old, but feels like being on stage: familiar, comfortable, challenging, exhilarating, home. Jungkook’s only told Dr. Aarons about it, and she’s given him cautious advice. He had asked Dr. Aarons if this was a good idea, a relationship, dating at all… potentially his first real relationship with someone who looked at him like, like no one had before. It was something that was just his, in his heart, to be shared with her and only her.

So maybe he was ditching and lying to Namjoon, but after nearly a decade, isn’t it time?

Next: Beautiful Rooms Pt. 4

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detectivecarlosreyes · 4 years ago

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Waves of Emotion

Ao3 | 1.1k

Day 5: “Stay with me.” + comfort – Empath AU – Buck has never told anyone that he's an empath, that changes when he has to keep his long-standing pizza night schedule with Chris even after an emotionally exhausting day.

There is one part of Buck’s life that he’s never mentioned to anyone before in his life, the funny thing about it is that it’s so blatantly obvious to anyone who knows him, but the thing is even they don’t truly know the full extent of it.

He’s an empath. Not just a person who can convey empathy to another being, but someone who has the innate ability to sense and feel another’s emotions (even the masked one) and take them on as their own. If he’s not careful, the people around him severely affect his moods whether they be positive or negative emotions and all he wants to do is help them, just so he can feel less.

It’s something that he never knew as a child and many people in his life just labeled him as someone who had a sensitive and fragile soul. It wasn’t until later in life that he heard the term empathy and looked it up himself, it was from there that he discovered the indicators of an empath, which most if not all rang true to him.

It took him a long time to figure out how best to set boundaries for himself, to not let himself get overwhelmed by the emotions of others. The thing is though is that even now, he forgets, it doesn’t happen all the time, but it seemed to be a reoccurring theme ever since he started his journey as a firefighter. The more the team became like a family to him, the harder it was for him to maintain those boundaries.

So, when he came into work, immediately Buck could tell that something was off. It didn’t take him much to figure out the reason for it after occupying the same space with Hen for only a few minutes. Outwardly she seemed fine, but he could feel waves of worry coming off her.

When he gets the chance, Buck selects from his locker one of Hen’s favourite candy bar from the collection he keeps in there for everyone and gently nudges her with his elbow before indicating with his head for her to follow him.

All he gets from Hen is a quizzical look, but she follows him, nonetheless. Once they’re out of sight and earshot in the loft he turns to her, presenting the chocolate bar from behind his back, eliciting a puzzled expression from Hen.

“Just something to cheer you up, and if there’s anything you want to talk about it, I’m all ears.” He offers earnestly.

Hen’s brow knits in confusion as she accepts the chocolate, “I didn’t say anything was wrong.” She murmurs half to herself before addressing Buck, “How did you know?”

Buck shrugs, “I don’t know, I just had a feeling something was up.”

“Well, thank you,” Hen sighs and takes a seat at one of the nearby tables, “My aunt is sick, and they took her to the hospital last night. We’re not entirely sure how bad it is yet but from the sounds of it, it didn’t sound good.”

Buck sidles up to Hen and wraps an arm around her shoulder, “If she shares some of the same fighting genes as you. I’m sure she’ll be okay.”

Hen smiles softly, “That she does. Thanks, Buck.” Buck could sense a change in her mood after that, the worry feeling less constrictive.

They don’t get any more time to think on it, because after that, their shift was nearly a continuous stream of calls. Unfortunately for Buck, he’d let down his wall that morning, not expecting the day he was going to have with most of the calls wrought with so many emotions with some of them involving crowds which just overwhelmed him with their energies.

By the time their shift had ended, Buck felt wrung out, unable to distinguish his own emotions from that of the ones that he was bombarded with throughout the shift. All he wanted to do was go home and bundle himself up in his bed, away from the rest of the world to recharge.

He thinks this as he lethargically packs away his gear and gets changed out of his uniform. Not paying attention to the others around him as they leave for the night. He moves on autopilot, arriving at home, immediately throwing on his most comfortable house clothes, not remember what night it was tonight.

That is, until, the father and son let themselves in, pizza boxes balanced neatly in Eddie’s hand as he holds them high enough that they don’t get knocked by Christopher who made a beeline to Buck.

Internally, Buck rouses himself, putting on a mask, remembering he still had their longstanding fortnightly tradition to hang out together at the request of Christopher. Not wanting to disappoint the young Diaz, Buck grin at the two of them, not missing the small downturn of Eddie's lips as he turns his full attention onto Chris who was telling him all about his week.

Buck could tell Eddie wanted to say something, but Chris manages to beat him to it, “Are you alright Bucky?” He asks, concern permeating the room.

How could he explain to a child that the exhaustion wasn’t just physical or mental but emotional? unable to properly explain exactly what was going on with him, he simplifies it instead and says, “I’m fine bud, just tired is all.”

“We can always cut tonight short if you want to turn in early,” Offers Eddie considerately to which he politely declines, stating that it felt like forever since he’d seen Chris even though he’d seen him only a few days ago.

In truth, Buck usually recharged emotionally in solitude, recovering his own senses as he rebuilt his walls. But somehow, having Eddie and Chris there didn’t seem to drain him further, it was nice, it was comforting, making how he felt less heavy and distracting him from it.

He’s thankful that it’s a Friday night, leading into a day off on Saturday, it meant that Eddie and Chris could stay for as long as they wanted without any repercussions for the next day. Chris ended falling asleep on the couch between them and Buck offered up his bed without a second thought.

The rest of the night he ended up closer to Eddie, closer than he would let himself on a normal day, but today he needed his own comfort and it seemed Eddie was willing to provide it pulling him closer for Buck to rest his head on his shoulder.

The line between friendship and something more seemed to blur that night in the glow of the warm lamplight, with neither parties ready to acknowledge what this moment might mean for them. At least until Buck whispered wistfully, “stay with me.”

And Eddie did for the rest of that night no questions asked. It’s after that night that Buck decides that it was about time he told someone of this aspect of his life, and that’s what he does.

#evanweek2020 #ew2020 #jess writes #my fic #911 fic #911 fox #evan buckley #hen wilson #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #userkourt #userkimmy

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notthatiwilleverwriteit · 5 years ago

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I always enjoyed seeing the contrast between tianshan and zhanyi. for example the christmas special and the spa, the couples are so different In their dynamic yet they are so lovable, what do you hope to see happening in the future for the boys?

Good evening, dear anon-san!

Future-related questions have probably been the most asked ones, so I’ve already talked about my visions and headcanons for both Tianshan and Zhanyi a few times. You might want to check out the following asks:

Tianshan being physical in the future

What if HT disappeared?

Could HT fall in love with someone else in the future?

Future Tianshan from MGS’s perspective

Will there ever be a Tianshan confession?

Will Tianshan be long-distance?

My take on future Zhanyi

Will HT be able to keep MGS safe in the future?

My Tianshan “timeline”

But I feel like your question was still slightly different from the ones I’ve already answered, so I browsed through the comic again. I picked character and relationship traits that I wish will keep developing or stay the same in the future. But for more comprehensive takes, I recommend checking out the asks listed above.

Let’s begin!

In the future of Tianshan, I wish...

...MSG will tell his mother about his relationship with HT (ch. 177):

I feel like Mrs. Mo would be shocked at first, perhaps even conflicted but ultimately she would come to be happy for her son. She knows it’s not easy to get close to him, so if someone has slipped under the rope, they’re probably someone she could approve of and trust her child to. If her son has let someone get close enough to develop feelings for them, the gender is irrelevant. Also, their relationship strikes me as the kind that MGS would be able to tell her if such time ever comes.

...MGS’s quiet “idiot” will keep occurring (ch. 185, 243):

MGS is the kind of a tsundere that will patch you up or keep you from killing yourself while scolding you softly. In his mind, HT can’t be all right in the head if he’s so eager to fight and get hurt for MGS. It’s not something MGS is used to. A part of MGS is scared of such devotion and, even more worryingly, scared for HT but it also feels kind of nice and safe. It makes him feel complicated feelings, and all the conflict and concern comes out in a softly uttered “idiot” as he watches HT standing up for someone like him.

Also, if HT thinks MGS will just listen to him and run like a coward from his own damn fight, he’s sorely mistaken. Fuck that damsel in distress crap, they’re going to run together.

..MGS will come to trust that he’s not fending for himself (ch. 188):

It’s good that he wants to be independent, but there are pretty impressive people around him if he ever needs someone to rely on. Despite how little MGS thinks of himself, they’re ready to raise hell for him.

...when HT looks at MGS like that and says that, it will one day send good kind of shivers down MGS’s back (ch. 200):

Not that MGS will comply, of course. He won’t just bend over when HT snaps his fingers. But that look in HT’s eyes will give MGS something to look forward to.

...HT will keep looking at MGS with admiration and pride (ch. 210, 263, 305):

I doubt not many people have ever looked at MGS like that. When others see a good-for-nothing delinquent, HT sees someone who will never give in or back down. He won’t sneak behind your back. He’s strong. There is so much good in the angry red ball of fluff, but people mistakenly judge him solely based on his looks and reputation. HT and others could stand to become more like MGS.

...MGS will get more compliments (ch. 210, 290):

...HT will always come back (ch. 224, 254):

I believe Tianshan will be a long-distance whatever-you-wanna-call-it in the future. They will be separated most of the time, but their connection is stronger than ever before. HT will always come back, and MGS will always wear the black studs.

I recently read a beautifully written KiriBaku fic (X) that had an interesting paragraph:

The line. They serenaded it like fools with nothing to lose. As Kirishima puts it, the whole world and you. The whole world and Bakugou. Every damn thing that could matter to Kirishima on one side, and Bakugou on the other.

I was kind of taken aback by the idea of putting a line between the world and this one person. “The whole world and you”. In the fic, the meaning was a bit different, but I feel like that would also apply to future Tianshan.

HT is the line, the barrier, between everyone and everything else and MGS. It’s his way of protecting and keeping MGS safe. But it also marks the duality of HT’s life, especially if he ends up working with his family in the future. MGS has to be kept separate from everything else, and HT is a different person when he’s in MGS’s side of the line.

“The whole world and you” is both beautiful and sad.

...MGS will always be there (ch. 228)

I don’t know what would happen if HT ever lost MGS for good.

...HT will always have a “safe place” with MGS (ch. 255, 291, 313):

Tired and weary. Starving for contact and closeness. Recharging after being away. It doesn’t matter what HT is needing, he will feel secure and safe enough with MGS to ask for them. He won’t necessarily get what he’s asking for but at least he can show those sides and needs.

...MGS will keep earning HT’s trust (ch.259):

Not that it would be in MGS’s nature to turn his back on others when they’re in need of serious help. But I want him to keep being his caring self especially for HT. I want MGS to awkwardly and a bit clumsily hold HT’s balled fists and grumpily say he better not die on him because that would result in a shitton of unnecessary paperwork.

...MGS will keep showing his confused face (ch. 273, 307, 313):

When he doesn’t quite know what to say or how to act. When he’s debating admitting something to HT or to himself. I want him to keep having conflicted feelings because it means the way he’s seeing his relationship with HT is developing. When MGS doesn’t have a curse launched on the tip of his tongue or it suddenly gets stuck somewhere, it’s a good sign. He’s at a crossroads.

...MGS will keep surprising HT (ch. 273, 284, 309):

...MGS will show confidence again (ch. 283):

I will never get tired of MGS’s calm and confident expression. He had thought something over and made his decision. And those decisions carry infinitely more weight than his grumblings and curses. I really hope we’ll get to see such resolve in the future, too.

...HT will keep getting better at communicating (ch. 295, 297):

I firmly believe that communication will be one of the biggest problems in their relationship in the future. It’s difficult for both of them but in HT’s case, its downside is often physical roughness or going overboard otherwise.

Don’t get me wrong, though. I still want those kinds of troubles to always be a part of their relationship because it makes them more complex and realistic. I don’t want them to be a perfect couple but actually prefer a twirl of darkness to always be there. But that doesn’t mean they can’t get better at it.

...HT will learn to say “I’m sorry” (ch. 303):

Again, I don’t wish HT to lose his edge. I want him to remain dark, pushy and mischevious but also be able to recognize when he’s overstepped. It doesn’t have to be “I’m sorry” necessary but some kind of sign he’s feeling bad. I think HT apologizing with some affection is also a way for him to show MGS his softer side.

...they will have these kinds of conversations (ch. 305):

No screaming, no cursing. Just them in a dim room and talking, getting to know each other. No emotional heart-to-hearts but rather HT showing genuine interest and MGS feeling like someone is taking his words seriously. I want MGS to say something and HT to be taken aback by what an amazing, outstanding person MGS truly is.

...HT will keep looking at MGS’s ass like that (ch. 206)

Not that I think he wouldn’t keep appreciating MGS’s fine behind but I want to see him appreciating it. I want to see MGS’s butt make HT grin.

...MGS will keep believing in himself (ch. 313):

I’ve talked about that panel before. MGS had been looked down not only by other students but the teachers as well. And that’s pretty damn heartbreaking. It doesn’t have to be school and studying, but I want MGS to do something that shows all the teachers were wrong about him.

In the future of Zhanyi, I wish...

...JY will never stop standing up for his friends (ch. 179, 185):

JY has the kind of explosive, oblivious courage that I can’t help but admire. Physically he’s the weakest of the four but not any less fierce. He’s the kind of friend who forgets to think things through when he’s stepping in. A brave idiot all of us should have on our side.

...JY and ZZX will always be together (ch. 198, 258, 297, 313):

We already JY will be gone when he’s kidnapped, and I already dread how badly they will handle the separation despite knowing they will be reunited. Compared to Tianshan, Zhanyi isn’t a long-distance relationship because these two need to have each other close. Being apart just isn’t an option because it will feel like a part of your very soul is missing.

...this will happen (ch. 207):

One day they’re laying in bed and ZZX looks at JY. He’s in the middle of babbling about something that happened that day. A bit confused by the intense stare, JY quiets down and smiles.

“What?” he says, and ZZX can hear the familiar sunshine in his voice.

JY’s fair skin looks soft to touch, and his eyes are so in love with ZZX it’s overwhelming. Without even realizing he’s moving, ZZX reaches to brush the unruly wisps of hair and tuck them behind JY’s ear. JY’s almost non-existent eyebrows shot up, and he freezes under the touch. ZZX thinks he even stops breathing for a while.

“Nothing.”

That. I want that to happen one day.

...ZZX will get more jealous (ch. 224):

JY gets even more touchy-feely than usual when he’s drunk. And it’s annoying to the max when JY drunkenly clings to ZZX but for some reason, it’s even more annoying when JY is like that with other people.

I want to see more of ZZX silently pouting in the background.

...JY will have surges of sudden happiness (ch. 224):

I don’t know how to explain that feeling exactly but I’ve always called them “surges of sudden happiness”. When you’re doing something completely ordinary but suddenly, you’re interrupted by this feeling of...”damn, I’m really happy right now, right in this moment”. It doesn’t last long but it doesn’t have to.

I want JY to look at ZZX and have that moment. When you’re looking at the person you’re in love with and think “damn, that person makes me so happy and I want to cherish them for the rest of my life”. He’s overcome by sappiness and affection and nothing else than showing it to ZZX matters at that moment.

As much as I love Tianshan, I need the fluffy cotton candy of Zhanyi to take my sappiness out on something.

...JY will become strong (ch. 280, 313, 314):

It’s not that I don’t want ZZX to protect him. I want JY to become strong for his own sake. He’s always felt inferior when it comes to physical strength and standing up for himself, and I want him to become better at it. I want him to start putting in the work and not feel like a weakling anymore. Even if it meant he can run away faster.

...JY will never stop being like this (ch. 259, 296):

And I always want ZZX to stand in the background, doing a facepalm and thinking “God, I love him so much”.

...JY can keep looking at ZZX like this (ch. 297):

JY is so stupidly straightforward when he’s happy, it makes my heart into soft, pink goo. He gives some of the softest, most loving and adoring looks in the comic, and I never want him to stop.

Overall, I most definitely agree that Tianshan and Zhanyi are vastly different kinds of relationships. That’s why I don’t expect them to end up the same way either. I believe they will both be happy in the way that suits their respective dynamics; Zhanyi being fluffy and gentle, Tianshan being more angsty and less conventional meaning of “happy”.

Thank you for your question, dear anon-san!

#19 days #tianshan #zhanyi #mo guan shan #He Tian #Zhan zheng xi #Jian Yi #answered ask

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kerikaaria · 4 years ago

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If I Never Met You: Chapter 35

(??? X Reader) Idol!AU, Manager!Reader

Genre: (PG13) Fluff and angst

WC: 2.6k

Warnings: None

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“Do you need anything else before I go?” the nurse asked after she set the food on the counter where you could reach it.

“No, I should be good for the rest of the day,” you said. “Thank you.”

“I will see you tomorrow then,” she smiled, bowing slightly as you returned the farewell before she left.

Once the door closed behind her, you sighed, resting your head back against the headrest of the chair and looking up at the ceiling. It had been more than a week since your mom had to leave to go back home, and with the boys constantly practicing and rehearsing for their comeback that was coming up next week, you were spending most of your time alone now.

It wouldn’t have been as bad if you didn’t feel so helpless. Stuck in your chair, you could get around the apartment as you wanted, but you couldn’t move freely. you could hardly change into clean clothes, and you couldn’t cook for yourself or get into the shower on your own. You couldn’t even climb into bed to lay down without help. If you tried to, you’d be sure to put pressure on your feet and not only would that hurt, but you could also undo any progress your legs were making to heal.

To your friends’ credit—both BTS and your other friends—they talked in the group chats as much as possible, in between all of their busy schedules, in an effort to help you not feel lonely. That at least did periodically distract you from the negative feelings that would come through every now and then while you sat here alone and unable to do almost anything.

Overall, you had made very good progress on keeping your anxiety under control. But now—feeling so helplessly dependent, being alone for such long periods of time, and not working or having much else to do—your thoughts had ample time to sit and ruminate in your head. You found that your negative feelings were not really focused on anything in particular but rather just a general sense of melancholy. It didn’t take long to realize that was even worse because how were you supposed to reason with your thoughts when they had no real meaning to them?

Unfortunately, it seemed everyone was busy right now and you were left to find some way to pass the time on your phone. There was only so much Pokémon Shuffle you could play before it got boring.

Despite it still only being the afternoon, your eyelids began to feel heavy. And while it wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, it wouldn't have been the first time you took a nap in the wheelchair so you let your eyes close and head rest back to try to relax and recharge.

You weren’t sure how long you managed to take a light, dreamless nap before it was disturbed by the sound of a lock clicking, followed by the sensation of moving. You slowly opened your eyes and looked behind you to see it was Hoseok pushing you toward your bedroom. The boys and Sejin both had spare keys to your apartment now so they could come in even if you couldn’t get to the door, just in case.

“Hobi, you rasped out, your voice affected by your sleepy state. “What’s up?”

He chuckled lightly. “I came to check on you, noona. You’re tired today?”

You nodded as he stopped the chair next to your bed. “What time is it?”

“It’s about 4 in the afternoon,” Hoseok replied. “If you’re going to nap, it’d be better to do it on your bed, don’t you think?” he asked.

You grunted as a form of agreement, but made no effort to move. Hobi took the moment to move the chair’s foot pedals to the side.

“You gotta help me just a little bit so I can get you out of this chair, noona,” Hoseok said, shaking you slightly to help you wake up a little more.

You scooched forward a little and lifted your arms to place them around his neck as Hobi knelt down to wrap his around your waist. He carefully but quickly picked you up, letting you put as much weight as you could on him so you didn’t put any on your feet, before gently sitting you down on the bed. He helped you shuffle underneath the blanket before moving the chair and sitting on the edge of your bed next to you.

“You’re done with practice early,” you said. “You guys usually stay until late.”

“Sejin hyung let me come home to get some rest,” Hoseok said. “I wasn’t really at my best today.”

Looking at his face, you could see that he was clearly feeling down. It wasn’t often that he let that show, so you knew it had to be pretty significant. Growing concerned, you found yourself feeling more awake and sat up. “What’s wrong, Hobi?”

He offered you a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m fine, noona. Just having an off day, don’t worry about me. You should finish your nap.” Hoseok gently pushed on your shoulder to get you to lay down again, but you grabbed his hand and held it in yours, frowning.

“I can tell that you’re upset. Please don’t lie to me,” you insisted.

Hoseok sighed and looked away. “I’ll be fine,” he replied. “You know me, I bounce back easily. Just get some rest, noona.”

“No, I’m not sleepy anymore. Not when I’m worried about you, Hobi.”

“You’re so stubborn.” He chucked a little. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”

You didn’t reply, only raising your eyebrows in response.

Hoseok slowly nodded once, taking a moment before opening up. “It’s just, I feel so much pressure,” he said quietly, almost in a whisper. “And I just feel at such a loss right now, like I’m not sure what I’m doing here.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, growing more concerned by the second.

While Hoseok seemed to put together his thoughts for what he wanted to say next, you moved over on the bed and scooched up to sit against the wall at the head of the bed. You lightly tugged on his arm to gesture for him to sit next to you. He seemed surprised by the silent suggestion, but you just smiled at him and he eventually relented. Once he did, you entwined my fingers with his and laid your head on his shoulder.

He leaned his head on top of yours, seeming to relax a little with the physical affection. “You know when it gets this close to a release we work extra hard to be as perfect as we can be when we perform. And I just feel like I’m not doing as good as I can, as I should be. I’m supposed to help the others learn the choreography and work on it, but I keep messing up. And then-” he cut himself off with a sigh. “I was told to go on a really strict diet. I was told that I gained weight and I don’t look good and I have to lose it before the comeback.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from straightening up, surprised at hearing that. Taking a quick look at his figure, you couldn’t understand where that had come from. “Who said that to you?”

Hoseok didn’t answer right away, clearing his throat a bit before saying, “Bang PD-nim.”

You were sad to hear that, but not necessarily surprised. While Bang was very much a great man, he was also strict as well. In many ways he had shown you time and again that he cared for his employees like family, but there were also many times where he drew a hard line and would become almost cold compared to the man you had become used to seeing. And if it was Bang PD telling Hoseok to diet, there wasn’t really anything Sejin or you could say or do to counter it.

You placed your head back on his shoulder, taking a moment to think of what to say. “Well first of all, it’s okay for you to have times when you’re a bit off, maybe not doing your best. But you are such an amazing dancer and if I know you, this slump you seem to have found yourself in isn’t going to last. And second… I’m sorry I can’t really do anything about Bang PD telling you to diet. But I can tell you that I think you look perfectly fine. You know him, he’s probably just being extra picky. But please promise me that you’ll still do your best to eat enough.”

“I’ll try my best, noona,” Hoseok said. “I know I’ll probably get out of whatever this is soon, but I’m just stressing because our comeback is next week.”

“Well, then take this time to destress,” you suggested. “Sejin let you come home early so take advantage of it and do something for yourself.”

“I just feel like sleeping,” Hoseok chuckled.

“Well, perfect timing then,” you said, shuffling your body down the bed a little so you could lay down flat. “Take a nap with me.”

“What?” he asked, eyes wide. “Here?”

“If you want,” you said. “I just thought having some company would help you feel a little better. If it’s too awkward, you don’t have to.”

Hoseok seemed to think about it for a moment before slowly shifting lower to lay next to you. “I don’t mind napping here with you,” he said quietly, almost in a whisper.

You smiled. “Let’s take a nap, Hobi. Then we can eat dinner and play a game or something, okay?”

“That sounds great, noona,” he said, getting comfortable.

As the two of you started drifting off into dreamland, you vaguely registered him saying, “Thank you.”

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It was only a day or two later when Hoseok told you that he was back on top of his game with dancing. Unfortunately, he still did need to diet, but that afternoon of R&R really seemed to do him some good in resetting his mind so he didn’t mind it as much.

You still wished that Bang PD wouldn’t be quite so harsh with how the boys needed to look—this wasn’t anywhere close to being the first time he told one of them to diet. But there wasn’t much you could do about that so you just did my best to support your boys where you could (and maybe snuck a snack for them once or twice).

BTS was now busy with their comeback promotions for their new mini album, The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt. 1 and so you’ve been spending even more time by yourself. But seeing the fans’ response to their main track, I Need U had been amazing. It seemed that they gained more attention this time compared to previous comebacks and people were really loving the song and the performance along with it.

You felt like the whole album seemed to be much more theirs—not quite the style they debuted with but melding more into a sound that fit them better and that set them apart from others. It seemed that the fans, both old and new, were definitely enjoying the different style the boys were heading toward.

You intently watched another of their performances for the evening music shows, missing being there with them. You couldn’t go since you’d just get in the way and become a safety hazard both for yourself and others backstage, but there was no way you’d miss any of their performances. You made sure to watch every single one on TV.

When the show was coming to an end, the five artists in the running to win for the night appeared on the screen, BTS being one of them. They started revealing the numbers from the three categories that added up, determining the winner.

In the first round of numbers, BTS was the highest. You watched intently as the second numbers appeared on the screen, again with the boys getting the highest score. Your heartbeat sped up as you suddenly became nervous. Could it be that this might be the first time they got a win?

The last set of numbers wasn’t as clear, another group getting the largest score on that one. But then the totals appeared at the bottom, and one group very obviously surpassed the others, having over 8,000 points.

And it was BTS.

BTS got their first win at a music show. Almost two years into their careers, and they finally did it!

Continuing to watch the program, it was easy to see how happy and excited they all were. They were all smiling so brightly, and as the hosts finished up and I Need U began to play, You swore you could even see a few tears. You knew you felt some prickling at the corners of your own eyes.

This was amazing. BTS got their first music show win!

You tried your best not to text them out of excitement, wanting to reserve your congratulations for when they got home. Instead, after the show had ended you spent some time browsing through twitter to see the fans’ reactions to them winning tonight.

It was no surprise to see so many Army just as happy and excited as you were for their win. It was easy to get lost in the sea of congratulatory tweets to pass the time, and before you knew it there was a knock at your door.

You called to let them know it was okay to come in, and as soon as the words you’re your mouth the door swung open. In a quick blur, Jungkook and Taehyung had managed to engulf you in an awkward hug.

“Noona!” Jungkook yelled excitedly, definitely too close to your ear. “You saw, right?”

“Of course I did,” you said as both boys let go of you. “You know I wouldn’t miss any of your shows.”

“We won!” Tae cheered. “We actually won!”

“I’m so happy for you guys,” you said, entirely honest. “I wish I could have been there with you.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Yoongi said, shaking his head.

“You were with us in spirit,” Jin said. “I could feel your presence, it was almost like you really were right there next to us.”

“Stop being dramatic,” Joon said, lightly shoving his hyung and rolling his eyes.

Everyone managed to enter your apartment and settled in, closing the door.

“While we’re here, do you need anything?” Hoseok asked.

“No, I’m good,” you replied. “I had dinner and everything. I’ll just need to get into bed before you guys leave. But anyway, you guys won tonight! Seriously, I’m so happy for you!”

“Yeah, our first win,” Namjoon smiled. “It’s a bit surreal. Especially because of the gap between us and the others. Did you see those scores?”

“Yeah, we had more than 1,000 more points than the rest!” Jimin said, excitedly.

You smiled fondly while the boys continued to discuss their win and how the show went tonight.

Eventually, the long day started to wear on them and the conversation became sporadic and muted. You would have shooed them back to their own home by now if you didn’t know that they didn’t have to be up early tomorrow. But for now, you relished in the time you were able to spend with your friends that you missed all too much recently.

You were listening to Taehyung animatedly telling a story about his brother and sister when Hoseok suddenly gasped, eyes wide at whatever was displaying on his phone screen.

Taehyung paused his story, turning to look at his hyung. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Hoseok looked at you before saying, “There’s an article that’s getting a lot of attention on twitter. It’s about your accident, noona.”

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neo-couture · 5 years ago

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closer

Jeno and the rest of the boys had just gotten back from touring, tossing their things haphazardly around the dorm. Sighing loudly, Jeno flopped onto the couch, exhausted. Something else was nagging at him this time though. Normally he would change into sweats, eat shitty food with the boys, and watch a film or something before going straight to bed. This time, he felt an ache in his chest and he didn’t want to do any of those things. Not without you, at least.

You often let Jeno take the first night back from a tour to recover, knowing he’d be exhausted and jet-lagged and needing to rest without any distractions. It was a good arrangement because that meant he’d be refreshed and recharged when he saw you, and you could enjoy your time together. However, Jeno had been missing you like crazy. It had been a long tour and you were also busy, and so your conversations became less and less frequent. He missed your voice and your smile and your laughter and you.

He hadn’t even realized he’d been pouting as he thought this until Jaemin walked by, eyebrow cocked. “What’s wrong?”

Not even trying to hide what he was feeling, he said, “I miss Y/N.” Jaemin made a noise of understanding and patted his head sympathetically. He also kissed Jeno’s head, earning soft protests, before exiting the room. It hurt him to see his best friend this way and he wanted to make Jeno feel better somehow. So, he made his way to Donghyuck’s room where everyone had gathered, hoping to get their help. Everyone always herded to Donghyuck’s room because he had all the menus. Everyone was crowded around them, trying to decide what to eat.

Renjun glanced up as Jaemin entered, before turning his attention back to the menus. “Where’s Jeno? I thought he’d want in on this.”

“He’s sad.” The boys’ heads shot up, concerned and confused. “He misses Y/N. They’re supposed to hang out tomorrow but I don’t know if he can wait that long.”

“Give her a call, see if she can come over. He’d love that,” Donghyuck suggested casually. Jaemin thought for a moment, then agreed, pushing himself off the door frame. “Oh, and ask what she wants to eat, we can’t decide!”

You admit, you hadn’t expected to receive a call from Jaemin asking you to come over. You’d texted Jeno and the boys to make sure they landed safely, and messaged Jeno telling him you loved him and couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow. He replied, saying he loved you too and added lots of hearts and emojis. And, as usual, that was that.

So when Jaemin said Jeno was sad because he missed you, your heart ached. You had wanted to give him space, especially after a long day or two of travelling, but now you worried that that wasn’t what he actually wanted.

You agreed to come over, then realized much to your dismay that you were dressed in sweats and your hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, not having anticipated seeing your boyfriend today. You must have voiced this aloud because you heard Jaemin laugh over the phone. “Honestly, Y/N, Jeno doesn’t care at all. He just misses his baby.” You flushed at the name.

“Okay, I’ll be there in 20.”

Jeno hadn’t moved from the couch, even as the boys bustled around him. It didn’t really matter to him what they ate or what they watched, he wasn’t really that hungry anyway. When the doorbell rang he didn’t think anything of it, assuming it was just their food, until Jaemin called his name from the doorway.

He reluctantly looked up, expecting to see some delivery person and Jaemin looking to Jeno to pay, but instead he saw you. His face lit up and he nearly tumbled off the couch. He tackled you with a hug, squeezing you tightly and burying his face in your hair. Jeno wasn’t normally one to be physically affectionate in front of others, but with you, that was quickly changing. He pulled you in for a long kiss, his arms wrapped around your shoulders while you held him tightly by his waist. The hoots and hollers from the living room was just background noise and you both pushed it out of your minds. You realized that you hadn’t felt Jeno in almost two months, and the embrace was a great relief, for the both of you.

“How did you-?” Jeno asked once you separated, a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“Jaemin called me and asked me to come over. Said you missed me,” Jeno’s face flushed at this. You pinched his cheek fondly. “And I missed you, too. I hope it’s okay that I’m here?”

“It is more than okay. I’m so glad you’re here.”

A shout from the living room attracted everyone’s attention, and Donghyuck was heading towards you with his arms wide open. He pulled you into a hug and swung you around before setting you on the ground. The rest of the guys came over to greet you and roped you into their conversation.

“Thanks, Jaem. That was- I really appreciate it,” Jeno said with a shy smile.

“Anytime, Jeno. I like having her around. And I know she makes you happy.” Jaemin patted Jeno’s cheek affectionately and joined the group in the living room.

Jeno couldn’t keep his hands off you. No matter what you were doing or where you went, he was always touching you in some way. Even when you went to get a drink of water, he followed you, his hands on your waist. He’d held you from behind as you filled up your glass, kissing your cheek.

For the first part of the film, when everyone was still eating, Jeno restrained himself to just a hand on your thigh. You were barely watching the film as everyone was telling you funny stories about their tour. It was nice, being around them again. And being close to Jeno again. Fuck, you missed him.

When everyone quieted down, tired from travelling, the movie played in the background but you sensed no one wat watching. Jeno was curled up on the couch, his head in your lap as you played with his hair. You could tell by the way he wasn’t moving that he was close to falling asleep, if not there already.

As if he heard your thoughts, a few moments later, he sat up, looking completely dazed but happy. “I shouldn’t lay like that, I almost fell asleep.” You chuckled and he kissed your cheek. He sidled up to you, wrapping himself around you like a koala. You laughed again and patted his leg. This was definitely new for him, the obvious public affection. He rested his head against your shoulder, letting his hand drop to your waist. His fingers traced over your bare skin under your shirt and he hummed contently. The two of you stayed like that for a while, you thoroughly enjoying his touch after being away from him for so long.

As the evening went on, Jeno got braver. He held your hand as he nudged your jaw with his nose, smiling goofily. Soon he started placing kisses along your jawline and your neck, an innocent gesture with the intent of showing how much he missed you. You were grateful for the dim lighting so he couldn’t see your blush.

However, innocent as it may be, it was not received in such a way by some of the others. Namely Donghyuck. “Ew! Get a room you guys!” You laughed, knowing Donghyuck was just being dramatic, but Jeno pouted and hid his face in embarrassment. You patted his thigh, telling him not to be embarrassed, that it was cute. That only made him more embarrassed. You kissed his cheek so he wouldn’t feel bad for looking clingy, and you wanted him to know how much you missed him too.

“Don’t be shy, baby, it’s okay,” you said. Jeno laughed and leaned against the back of the couch, gazing at you. He looked tired, but so, so happy. Reaching out to him, you cupped his cheek. “I love you.” He placed his hand on top of yours and kissed you, lips slotting against each other in the most delightful way. Yeah, you really missed this.

After pulling apart, you leaned over to whisper in his ear, ignoring the disgusted sounds from across the room. “Once we go to bed, I’m gonna cuddle the fuck out of you.”

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chronicparagon · 4 years ago

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💓 Har and Brolly and Har and Victor please

@skullboysfinale

Send “💓” and I’ll tell you how I think a romantic relationship between our muses would go.

This is what I have in mind for both ships. These are tentative and will develop further with future interactions.

Brolly and Harmony. They are from very different backgrounds. He’s the crown prince and Harmony grew up on a reservation. As an adult, she ventured to New Meridian for a better life. She trains as a nurse there and wants to be a medic for the Black Egrets. That’s where she meets Brolly.

Unfortunately, Harmony doesn’t make the cut to be an Egret. Poor Harmony has her heart set on being part of the Egrets. Her family and tribe would be proud of her (but they already are). She wants to make a difference for her tribe and even the kingdom.

As much as that hurts, not all is lost. I imagine Brolly would be part of the judging committee in recruitment. He’s the Egrets’ commander after all. He would see her resume which includes her educational background. Her nursing licenses, honors, and awards from her university. Those would stand out enough to consider her to be a nurse for the royal family. It’s not unusual for royal families to have their own medical team.

Though disappointed, Harmony accepts the offer. She takes her job seriously, but is far from happy with Brolly’s health and well-being.

Most of the time, they are amicable to each other, but these two might argue over whether Brolly works too hard. Nothing extreme, it’s just Harmony cares about him. Brolly cares about his kingdom and wants to be the best leader he can be. His duties keep him working around the clock. That can negatively affect his health. The stress would manifest physical symptoms. Harmony introduces the prince to holistic healing and taking at the very least ten minutes to recharge won’t do any harm.

Romantic feelings gradually build up. Harmony would be reluctant at first. She’s worried if her background would cause problems for Brolly. She is not of royal blood and she isn’t sure if that would be a scandal. But even if anyone cared about that, it won’t make any difference. Brolly loves Harmony as she is and she feels the same for him. Social class and wealth are never factors in their relationship. Love is the center of the relationship, not money.

Though the future is uncertain, Harmony would not be against marrying Brolly and starting a family.

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Victor and Harmony’s relationship would be different. Harmony would be in her early 20′s and a nursing student at a university, likely at Maplecrest (assuming they also have a uni there). This gives her the opportunity to be with Victor in one or two of his courses.

Not even Harmony can resist Professor Victor’s charm. However, she has some restraint. From what we talked about a while back, I think they would be closer on Valentine’s Day. Some universities have events like candy-grams or other gift exchanges between students. Talks of dates and being together run rampant across campus. Harmony is happy for the couples who are together, but she would also feel down for being by herself.

Since she’s younger in this verse, she would not have as much self-confidence as she does in other verses. Now, she still needs to work on her self-esteem in these verses, but it’s better compared to this verse. Her scars made Harmony insecure. Because of this, Harmony doesn’t actively seek a partner. Victor noticed her forlorn demeanor and since he cares about his students, talked with Harmony.

They bonded, one thing leads to another. Before she knows it, Harmony falls for Victor more and more. Thankfully, the attraction is mutual. The age gap doesn’t mean anything to them. Both are consenting adults and that’s all that matters. However, they are not open with that yet. It can open a whole can of worms in the university. Her relationship with Victor does not allow favoritism on academics alone. Harmony does well in her classes already and both she and Victor keep things fair. He fully supports her at every step of the way in her classes and in the university’s swim team.

These get intimate before much longer. Yes, Harmony would be hesitant with her scars and lack of experience. She fears rejection but learns that Victor doesn’t care about the burns, and he’s fine with her not experienced in sex. Despite being part-incubus, he’s kind and goes only at Harmony’s pace. It’s a slow start. Slow, but becomes sweeter by the minute. She gets better each time and far more affectionate with Victor.

By the time they get more serious, there’s a rough patch. Victor would tell Harmony that he was married before. He has no reason to hide that. Harmony would worry if she’s being disrespectful towards his late wife by replacing her. The truth is that no, his first wife is not being replaced. Victor loves his late wife. That will never change but wants to move on. He never loved his first wife any less, and it is okay for Harmony to be with Victor. It’s okay for him to love again and she shouldn’t worry. That’s a lesson she would come to learn.

From there, they still have some challenges, like keeping the relationship secret, at least until Harmony graduates or no longer needed his courses in the nursing program. Marriage and children are part of their plans though.

#skullboysfinale #answered #thank you!!#left in the dark

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Isolation

Lak retreats to her Grandfathers cabin for a month of solitude to try and put her life back together after almost dying from poison.

Warnings: brief mention of suicide thoughts on Laks part

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The thing that Lak noticed first when she opened the door to the hunting cabin was the silence. Only her footsteps and the thud of her bag hitting the floor made a sound. No children running around, no one planning the hunt, no grumbling by her father, just silence. The silence was good, she needed silence to fully concentrate on healing and putting her life back together.

Climbing the stairs she stopped for a moment and looked around, she knew she would either come out of the cabin on her way to healing or not come out at all. Trailing her hand up the railing she finished climbing and made her way to the guest room she and her husband usually stayed in. Throwing her bag on the bed she unpacked and tidied up before going back down stairs.

There were no slaves to tend to her every need and she was fine with that, she didn’t need them nor want them here. Bring three loads of firewood in, she knelt down. Quickly after flames began to engulf the kindling and logs soon after. How many nights in front of this very fireplace had she and Andriy fell asleep, cuddled, listened to stories told by Grandpa of battles and hunts gone by. She missed her husband but this was a journey she had to take by herself.

Sinking into meditation she felt the world around her, the dark side in everything, the hunger from the animals, the last gasps of animals being killed by predators, the wood burning, all of it. Slowly the memories began to surface, the memories of jumping in front of the attacker that was going after her mother, the piercing of the blade and momentarily burning from the wound. Then the satisfaction of killing the assassin. Those were memories that did not bother her, memories she had dealt with. The next set were the ones that had all but broken her. The pain ripping through her body, her father cradling her in his arms trying to keep her and himself calm,the realization that she was going to die as her breathing became ragged.

Forcing herself to relive the memory she continued but for a moment had to refocus. Excruciating pain as the anecdote worked its way through her system and finally passing out. It had taken her well over two months to physically recover, two months of being confined to bed, then a desk while her skills went unpracticed. The fear of her sons and husband that she might still take a turn for the worse but thankfully she never did, physically. This was the closest to death she had come since fracturing her head over two decades ago. That event she never remembered, this one she did and it was vivid.

It had broken her emotionally and psychologically but she refused to see that, to admit that. It wasn’t until she broke down at her parents, sobbing in her mother’s arms that she knew things were bad. As she told Andriy before she left, denial is a hell of a thing. When they got home she knew she needed help, knew she needed to confront this and pretty much all the other trauma now or it would end up with her dead by her own hand. The next day she had asked her Grandfather if she could stay at the hunting cabin and he said yes. Here she was, alone knowing she was either going to confront her demons and return to her family on the mend or she wouldn’t return at all.

Her eyes glowed red as she came out of her meditation. Her holo chimed and she knew who it was, her therapist. Picking it up she set it down in front of her and answered it. She hated these sessions, hated having to talk to someone about her trauma but she also knew it was for the best. The sessions were at least two hours apiece and they had agreed to two sessions a day for the next few months.

Drained was the only word she could use to describe how she felt after talking to her therapist, totally and utterly drained. Going back upstairs she climbed into bed for a nap and to recharge for yet another session and to make some food. Waking from her nap Lak walked outside and felt the crisp air that was signalling winter was on its way. It was nice during the day but the wind cut through a person and once the sun went down the temperature dropped and dropped fast.

At nights it was lonely, she missed having Andriy next to her keeping her warm, cuddling up and waking up next to. Composing a quick message to him she climbed under the covers and fell asleep. It was fitful but still more restful than the previous weeks.

It had been a productive two weeks for her, as much as she hated the sessions with her therapist they had made headway through some of her past issues. She realized that in some ways she did need to let go of her past, there was nothing to be done with how Gravus had treated her. Holding onto that anger had done her no good and she knew it. Learning that she was never going to truly please her parents and had let them manipulate her far too often was hard to swallow. Small things that lead to bigger things which lead to healing.

“Good morning my Lord, I want to talk about your family and parents in particular.”

“Must I?” she asked irritation coloring her voice

“Yes, it is important before you go back to deal with this. You have mentioned more than once that you feel that they play a big role in some of your anger and self esteem.”

“I am grateful for them adopting me and everything they have done, the opportunities I had but it seems nothing I do makes them proud of me. It took me almost dying in dad’s arms to get him to say he loved me. I feel that I will never get their approval, especially from dad.”

“How hard have you tried to gain their approval, especially your father?” he asked, still taking notes down not letting her ignore her feelings. He had seen her make progress, regress and progress again.

“Very hard, I tried to do everything to earn it and let them manipulate me trying to get approval. They won’t listen to me about anything regarding slavery. I tried to get equal stipends for freed humans and Purebloods and dad just blew me off. The only time I really get anything from him is when I mess up or stand up to him. It is draining.”

“You have said previously your father has brought up your time as a slave.”

“Yes, he throws that in my face when we really get into arguments. The most painful thing he has said to me was that his boots cost more than I would have in the open market. That-” closing her eyes and centering herself “ That hurt a lot. My own father saying that knowing that it would cut deep. It tore me up more than I was willing to admit at the time. Then he does things like holding me tight when I was poisoned. I love dad but not knowing how he is going to react, will he throw my time as a slave back in my face.”

“How does that make you feel when he does that?”

“Wears on me and makes me exhausted emotionally.”

“I want you to think about that for the night and we will talk about how it affects you tomorrow. Make sure you don’t brood over it tonight but just think about it. Write feelings down if you need to.”

The holo blinked out with Lak just sitting there. Tears began running down her face as she let the emotions flow through her instead of keeping them bottled up. The next few sessions they talked about her parents and how she needed to stop letting them manipulate her. She needed to recognize when they did it and say no. Her mental health would be much better if she kept some distance and concentrated on her family and her career instead of trying to gain their approval.

Going on her daily walk Lak took in the scenery which gave her a sense of calm and ability to refocus. The crisp air stung her face but she welcomed it. Musing about what her therapist said that morning always bounced around in her head and how she would go into the next session. The leaves had begun to turn and she admired its beauty. The greens turning to reds and yellows dotting the hills was pleasing on her eye, pulling out her holo cam she took a few pictures.

Her time was coming to an end and she packed her things. Walking to the shuttle pad she wasn’t sure how she would react to seeing her parents again but she was looking forward to seeing Andriy and her boys. As the shuttle rose in the sky and the cabin became smaller and smaller, watching it vanish as the shuttle entered the atmosphere she knew this self imposed exile had been good for her. Some issues she had worked out and let go, others she made headway and didn’t just see darkness in front of her. Lak was finally on the mend.

Erland took her jacket along with her husband and boys as they ran to see Grandpa and Grandma. Andriy squeezed her hand letting her know he was there for her. Walking into the dining room she would have normally given her father a hug but did not this time. Greeting them as mother and father, far more formal that she usually did caught them off guard. Sitting down at the table she was quiet and reserved. Her sons telling them how happy they were to have mom back and all the fun they had since her return. She had not contacted them since she arrived back on Dromund Kaas nor had any desire to do so.

Two Weeks Later

Her sister asked how she was doing and she told her well, she learned a lot while away and decided to change things up in her life including family. She was glad to be back, she missed her boys and Andriy. Everyone around the table could see the change in her and that change was unexpected, her formality with her parents and reserved attitude, at least at family supper, was new.

Your parents are caught off guard by your change towards them

And, they will realize I am not a pawn like I was.

Wishing them a good night she and her family left to return home and watch the newest Wrats movie.

I’m not saying anything is wrong with the change love just noticing them a little taken aback by it

Good

Upon her return she had made a concerted effort to spend more time with her family, going on regular date nights with Andriy and spending weekends with the children and watching so much wrats. She only came to the family house for weekend dinners as was expected but stayed distant and semi-formal with her parents, while at the same time cutting up and joking with her siblings. The contrast could not be more stark.

Sitting back in her home office chair she clicked off the holo ending another session with her therapist. They had gone to meeting once a week as she had improved and gotten better at dealing with stress, plots and everyday life as a Sith. Her goals now were crystal clear to her, obtain the rank of Darth, finish her dueling treatise and secure a prestigious appointment at the head of the Advanced Warfare Academy or Commandant of the Sith Academy on Korriban. She did realize that the Advanced Warfare school was a likeier option but a Sith could dream.

Finally finding her footing again Lak put her head down and was more serious at work then she had been. In six months upon her return she had been promoted to second in command of the warfare academy. Weekend dinners were the usual because it was expected so she attended, not for her but for her boys.

Dimtiri was growing in the Force with each year and would be a powerful Sith, more powerful than her and she knew it. Seeing him excel in his exercises with the Force made her proud, no conditions were added to give him praise. Peytor was so much like her in his skills, gifted with a lightsaber and tactical mind. He would sit with her and ask her questions about battles and also ask Grandpa when they were at the cabin. He was going to be a Sith who fought in battle for the Empire and it brought her a mixture of pride and anxiety. She knew what that type of career would do to him and she didn’t want either. Sergiy was harder to pin down, he was good with a lightsaber and yet equally good with the Force. He did enjoy digging in the dirt and history so perhaps he would find his way into Ancient Knowledge.

Laying in bed curled up next to Andriy she wrapped her around his waist thinking. “What’s on your mind love, I can tell you are thinking or brooding. Talk to me.”

“Nothing groundbreaking really, been debating on whether to tell mom and dad why I have changed towards them or just leave it. I already know what you would suggest so no comments from the peanut gallery.” Wrapping her leg over his and feeling his arm pull her closer she continued.” I get why they are confused as I am the same with you and my siblings yet totally different with them. You told me mom asked you if you had heard from me while I was gone, right?”

“She sure did, she must have believed me since she didn’t go find you.”

“That would have not gone well for them at all. Then again I doubt dad would take precious time off work to go with mom if she had left. Anyways I digress. I don’t know, they don’t really deserve an explanation yet I want to so they know not to try and treat me like they used to do.”

Leaning down and kissing her head he smiled, “You know you have my support no matter what you decide. I know this isn’t an easy decision for you but I am proud that you have stayed the course and not gone back to the way you were with them. The boys and myself have enjoyed having you home more often.” turning to look at her in the beautiful red eyes she had, eyes he got lost in far too often, “ you are the love of my life. No matter what has happened I have and always will be by your side. I may not always agree with some of your decisions but I will back yours when it comes to this one.”

“I shall think on it more, however I would enjoy being preoccupied in other ways that involve less clothing and you in me.”

Rolling her under him he growled, his eyes flashing, “That I can do because you are mine and only mine.” Claiming her mouth with a hard kiss she melted under him and his passion.

As the sunlight began coming through the window he pulled her flush against her as she slept, both exhausted from a long night of passion and desire. Kissing her shoulder he closed his eyes aware of only her in his arms and the feeling of her body against his. He loved her more than anything other than their children and seeing her sleep peacefully, finally finding balance made him happier than she knew. Tough times were still ahead for them, he knew as much for this moment the love he felt from her as she slept was one he enjoyed.

#swtor #Lord Lakadimos #Lord Andriy #angst #Lak finds herself again

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theparanormalperiodical · 5 years ago

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13 Weird Things That Happened During The Full Moon And WHY They Happened

You’d think as someone that spends most of their free time writing about the paranormal that I’d have witnessed certain things in my life.

Perhaps I’d grown up in a haunted house?

Maybe I’ve seen a ghostly figure traipse around a house during a tour of the property I would soon call home?

And what about that imaginary friend that liked to tell me about that time daddy got angry and buried mummy in the cellar?

Whilst at least 2 of those 3 things are true, the reality is I haven’t had that many encounters with those from beyond the grave.

But there’s always one thing that made me know there was more to the world than the things we can see. There was always one thing that reassured me that there was magic and mystery we have yet to explore.

And that was the moon.

It was only last week that I was reminded of my affinity for the full moon, when everything just felt…

Odd.

Everything felt close and isolating and honestly I can’t find the words to describe it. And a blogger, that’s a problem.

My Wiccan best friend - just like a gay best friend, only I’m not Carrie Bradshaw and my life isn’t dedicated to finding a husband - said the same thing, noting that this cycle’s full moon was extremely intense for her, too.

She said she often experiences insomnia when the moon is fully illuminated, whereas I’m probably on the ‘lunacy’ side of the spectrum.

I’d simply never felt a lunar cycle so strongly.

So, I thought I’d do a little digging - and it turns out I’m not the only one that has such an adverse reaction to the full moon. Turns out that the whole world has never really known how to cope with the middle of the lunar cycle, and still struggles to act normal on the one day of the month.

I guess you could say things are about to get…

Paranormal.

Today we are gonna get talkin’ ‘bout what the moon really means - historically, scientifically, and spiritually. And then we’re gonna get to the stuff you clicked on this post for.

All the creepy shizz that has gone down when the moon is full.

The Science Behind The Full Moon

*Pushes glasses up nose*

*Realises I’m wearing contact and feels like prat*

The full moon is a lunar phase when the moon is fully illuminated from the perspective of the Earth. This occurs when the Earth is between the sun and the moon.

There has been no evidence to suggest it has any effect on human behaviour. Only there has been. And there’s a lot of it. The thing is, none of the studies brought together show any distinct pattern.

Sometimes the full moon affects things negatively, like more violent criminal acts taking place; sometimes the full moon affects things positively, like baby booms. Either way, something rather fishy is going on…

And fishy is the right word.

Our obsession with the moon can be traced back to how we have used it to chart our lives.

Studies on sea organisms have proven how this is still utilised by animals who don’t have the benefit of asking Siri to set a reminder to put the bins out; creatures have used it to anticipate changes in the environment, such as certain organisms being more active during the new moon when its darker to avoid being seen by predators.

Historically, humans have also followed the lunar cycles as a calendar, and certain societies still do:

Native Americans still denote the full moons different names depending on the month and season, a concept that still lingers even outside of the Americas.

Take the ‘harvest moon’, or the ‘hunter’s moon’ - these are the full moons that coincide with different seasons.

Most pre-modern calendars were also based on the lunar cycle, explaining why our months (not the similarity to the word ‘moon’) mirror length of the lunar cycle (29.5 days).

The thing is, our current reliance on physical calendars doesn’t mean we’ve ditched our dependence on the moon. But it seems our relationship with the moon has shifted from a reliance to somewhat of a curse.

And this curse comes back, month after month, like clockwork.

This curse is called Lunar Theory.

What Is Lunar Theory?

This theory claims there’s a link between the lunar cycle and human behaviour. Mood changes, an increase in fertility, a spike in social tension - the moon has been and will continue to be blamed for a variety of problems.

And this started, well, at the beginning of time.

Since ancient times the moon has been associated with odd behaviour, from insomnia to insanity. For some reason, epilepsy is also frequently associated with it, alongside more general ‘madness’.

Ever considered where the term ‘lunacy’ came from? It is derived from the Goddess Luna, the deity of the moon, who would supposedly spend her evenings riding a silver chariot across the sky.

Even in the the 18th century, English psychiatric hospitals made a point of restraining and shackling their patients during the full moon. But if you weren’t in the hospital, you’d probably be citing the full moon as a defence for their criminal actions.

But expressing ‘odd’ behaviour wasn’t the most common link between humans and the moon: it was mainly used to judge women’s fertility.

Aside from the lunar cycle sharing the same length as a women’s menstrual cycle, many ancient texts claimed it could be used to determine pregnancy.

A Czeh doctor in the 1950s discovered one such text from the Assyrian era, a text which claims a woman’s fertility can be pinpointed by the phase of the moon. If you were born under the full moon, for example, your peak-baby-making-potential would be at the full moon.

A study of a baby boom at Kyoto which coincided with a Supermoon supported this claim, as did the fact that half of the scientific reports regarding the moon are about female fertility and pregnancy.

Outside of the womb, society is also afflicted by the lunar cycle.

A study of Floridian society across 5 years saw an increase in both aggravated assault and homicide during the full moon. Such claims have had a permanent impact on a variety of judicial systems, particularly the police.

Even the stock markets are affected, with averages peaking higher nearer the new moon than the full moon!

Another peculiar impact is that of motorbike accidents, with a sharp spike of 5.3% during the full moon. Then again, the full moon could be a worthy distraction, especially if you’re coming round a corner and see a glowing orb not dissimilar to a headlight.

And so, the demise of innocent bikers is our segue into a similarly deathy-topic.

The Spiritual Meaning Of The Moon

The full moon has clearly amassed many spooky attributes in its time, but it's the lunar cycle as a whole which has earned a deep, spiritual meaning.

Given the link between the moon and menstruation, the moon is symbolically considered female, guiding our emotions and representing the subconscious.

Think of the natural cycles of life, or the tides of our oceans; what is on the surface doesn’t reveal the vast depths below. Beyond our inner selves, the moon also represents learning, among a variety of other concepts this article doesn’t have room for.

However, this post does leave room for the dichotomy between the moon and the sun. The sun represents our outer selves and our strength, and the rom-com-esque mythological story between the moon and sun continues to confirm this relationship.

For the spiritual among us, there are actually many ways to connect with the entire lunar cycle and use it to your full advantage.

The lunar cycle supposedly represents a cycle of life, or, in more simple terms, the cycle of an idea or a project.

It starts with the new moon:

It's a fresh start, a time to be alone and recharge, a time to turn inwards to yourself as the moon does itself (it presents its dark side to us, turning away from the Earth). It is advised that you write your intentions for the next 29.5 days to make the most of your lunar cycle.

Through the waxing period of the moon (leading up to the full moon), projects develop, encountering obstacles and editing your ideas. Allow your dreams and curiosity to fuel you during this time, guiding you to fulfilling your desires.

At the full moon, clarity is reached. But with opposing zodiac signs present, tensions and emotions spike. Revel in the light the full moon is famous for, whether your bathing in the light of the full moon or recharging your crystals.

The waning period (leading to the new moon) is all about letting go and reaching emptiness, completing the cycle. Sure, it might sound like a rather sad way to end the cycle, but it should actually be used to honour your achievements, as well as recognising the bad habits that might be holding you back.

On another level - or on another spiritual plain, that is - the paranormal also come out to play when the moon is brightest.

According to Mark Keyes, the head of the Pennsylvania Paranormal Association (a former police detective who noticed the spikes in criminal activity during the full moon) claims that both the moon and the changing of the seasons points to an increase in paranormal activity.

From the end of September through to the mid-winter, we are the most sensitive to the supernatural as the veil between the worlds thin.

Whether its mediums being able to chat to ghosts more easily, or non-mediums being more susceptible to spirits, we are able to see activity on a much greater level.

And I mean that in a literal sense.

The full moon provides a greater level of light to us, allowing us to see spooky goings-on. Yet beyond what we can see, there are two other explanations for this growing connection between us and that which is 6 feet deep:

If there’s an increase in human activity during the full moon, surely this could take its toll on the spirit world, too?

Many religions cite the spirit world as under the sea, such as the Celtic Otherworld. As the moon affects tides, surely the gravitational pull would impact those beyond the grave as well?

13 Weird Things That Have Happened During Full Moons

Urban legends, horror movies, ghost stories that your grandmother used to tell you before making some off-hand racist comment about the newsreader on the telly…

They all have one thing in common: they all start with a full moon.

And as it turns out, real stories of strange and historic occurrences share this, too.

#1 - The Birth Of Jesus Christ

Remember this minor detail in history, you know, the one that kickstarted a new religion and changed the face of human history forever?

Yeah, that’s the one, the birth of the son of God.

In an attempt to date the birth of Christ, historians have used one detail mentioned surrounding the death of King Herod which occurred after the birth of the King of the Jews:

Records claim Herod died shortly after a lunar eclipse.

We know it happened before Passover, which means around March, so this could either be March 13th 4BC, or January 10th 1BC. The latter lunar eclipse was much more significant and thus more likely to be recorded, suggesting Jesus was likely born around 2 BC.

#2 - Columbus Being A Colonial Dick

Colonialism fucking sucks.

And given there’s been so much of it throughout history, it’s no surprise that one of these terrible occurrences went down on a full moon. The thing is, Christopher Columbus himself - the champion of sailing to other places and planting a flag there - used a lunar eclipse as a part of his plans to plant a flag on Jamaica’s shores.

During an expedition, he and his crew found themselves marooned on unknown territory with dwindling reserves of both food and morale.

To convince the Jamaicans to cooperate with his expedition, he threatened to take away their moon, fully aware that a lunar eclipse was set to strike.

Low and behold, a ruddy, angry looking blood moon graced their skies.

In fear, they asked him to bring it back. He prayed, and the normal moon returned, convincing them that he had otherworldly powers and should thus follow his orders.

Told you he was a dick.

#3 - Benjamin Franklin Gave Us A Geography Lesson

Considering the current president, I never expected to have anything in common with a leader of the free world.

(Apart from the rampant sexism, you stupid b*tch.)

But it turns out that Ben Franklin was just as intrigued by the moon as I am! During a stint in his home city of Philadelphia, he was keen to see a total eclipse. Unfortunately, bad weather dashed his hopes of witnessing the phenomena.

The thing is, a letter from his brother later received claimed the weather would clear by the time the eclipse occurred.

This prompted him to investigate weather patterns along the coast and even lead him to write a treatise on the matter.

Writing about geography? Clearly this is evidence of lunacy.

#4 - Lawrence Of Arabia Earned His Nickname (1917)

The lunar cycle is namedropped in many prophecies, often being used as an omen or a sign of certain events to follow.

Indeed, this was what lent a helping hand to the English military icon affectionately known as Lawrence of Arabia.

With a lunar eclipse on the cards, they could easily overrun a Turkish fort full of soldiers who were banging pots and shooting at the moon as they believed an Islamic prophecy heralding the day of judgement was coming true.

#5 - The Athenians F*Ck Up In The Battle Of Syracuse

Okay, so it might not be a technical term Lawrence of Arabia would’ve used to discuss such tactics, but when a lunar eclipse occurred (on the 28th August 413 BC), Nicias, the bloke running the Athenian army asked the priests what to do.

(Imagine an Ancient Greek accent.)

“Surely this is an omen, right?”

The priests told them to wait for 27 days in the harbour. Unfortunately, this gave the enemy a 27 day window to attack. And they did.

The Athenians were quickly defeated.

#6 - The Fall Of Constantinople

Whilst this historic moment didn’t happen within the shift of a full moon, a lunar eclipse certainly helped move the whole shebang along.

With 7 days to go until the final moment from which the city fell to the Ottomans, a lunar eclipse fulfilled a prophecy confirming the city’s seizure.

Omen? Trivago.

#7 - A Trans-Antarctic Expedition Is Saved By The Full Moon

It’s 1916.

We are in the Antarctic with the Ross Sea Party, and we are stranded.

There’s a blizzard blowing around us, and there’s thin ice below. Either we fall through the ice in a mad attempt to escape to Cape Evans, or we starve to death. Or we freeze. Can’t forget that one.

Our only hope is to wait for the full moon, when our sole source of light in the evenings can guide us to safety.

Luckily enough, on July 16th, a full moon strikes, bringing with it clear skies, calm weather, and thicker ice. Huzzah!

Wait, is it just me or is it getting darker?

Yep, a partial lunar eclipse was forecasted for this expedition, but a slither of light was enough to see them through the safety.

#9 - British Surgeons Refuse To Operate

The eternal link between blood and the lunar cycle flows into the medical field this time, but you can’t plug this one up with a tampon.

Medical myths claim that throughout history surgeons have been opposed to performing surgery on patients during full moons, citing issues with blood clotting and thus an increased risk of patients bleeding to death.

Heck, this was brought up by a British politician in 2009!

He was, of course, mocked for his claims.

#10 - Schizophrenic Patients Exhibited An Increase In Violent Behaviour

Many claims regarding the full moon clearly focus on, ahem, ‘lunacy’. Whilst the term is far from politically correct, links have been forged between mental disorders and the moon.

Understandably, mental health professionals refute these claims, but with studies pointing to an increase in violent activity by 1.8%, surely this is grounds for concern?

No, no it's not.

Mathematically speaking, anything below 2% is unverifiable as a significant change worthy of study.

#11 - A Police Emergency Occurs In Brighton

In 2007, Brighton’s police force released more officers over the summer months as a result of the increase in criminal and paranormal activity during full moons.

The thing is, they aren’t the only boys in blue to make this decision.

Sussex police force supported their actions, claiming that during the full moon criminals are more aggressive.

Even across the pond in Ohio and Kentucky similar actions have been taken to protect and serve during the lunar cycle. In another corner of the world - New Zealand - the justice minister supported such beliefs, confirming hocus-pocus isn’t just for the person sitting behind the keyboard and typing this.

#12 - A Supermoon Causes 2 Earthquakes And Tsunamis

Both Japan and countries around the Indian Ocean might be acquainted with the threat of earthquakes and tsunamis, but their mysterious occurrence of 2 surrounding a supermoon are enough to raise suspicion.

The Tohoku earthquake and tsunami of 2011 peaked at a magnitude or 9.1 on the Richter scale, confirming itself as the 3rd biggest earthquake ever recorded.

The earthquake in the Indian Ocean in 2004 - also known as the Boxing Day Tsunami - is one of the worst natural disasters in history, claiming 200,000 lives.

Both were framed by a 2 week period around the full moon, wreaking havoc - and raising eyebrows.

#13 - A 7.8 Magnitude Earthquake Occurs During A Supermoon

In November 2016, New Zealand was hit by a huge earthquake which occurred on the night of a supermoon.

And if that wasn’t enough, it struck just after midnight.

To this day it is considered to be “one of the most complex earthquakes ever studied” as ruptures occurred on multiple faults.

Yeah, that shizz is spooky.

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hi, i’m here for a matchup please!! i use she/her pronouns and i am a straight asexual. i’m a scorpio sun, virgo moon, sag rising, and a libra venus! my mbti is isfp and my top love languages are physical touch and quality time. i’m somewhere between a slytherin and a ravenclaw (pottermore is weird) but i think i’m more of a slytherin tbh. i’m 5’3-5’4 ish, i might have grown or something. i have a slim ish athletic figure since i do ballet and i’m pretty active in general. i have wavy dark-brown-almost-black hair that reaches the middle of my back but im chopping it to my shoulders soon, might fuck around and dye it white or lilac too. when i’m not doing ballet or homework i’m probably experimenting with different outfits (my style is mostly black + white + earth tones and a mix of streetwear and dark and chaotic academia) or i’m sleeping. i’m a busy person so i don’t have a lot of freetime to myself but i try to make the most of what i have. i have a major rbf and it doesn’t help that i’ve been wearing more sharp winged eyeliner, but at least i feel pretty and badass (,: personality wise i’m a quiet person overall, i’m reserved and i don’t have a lot to say but my thoughts are very abundant and diverse. i trip over my words most of the time too if i don’t take the time to calculate and rehearse in my head, but i usually still trip over a word or two anyway, hence the physical touch love language. even if i am quiet that doesn’t mean that i don’t have a sense of humor! you can expect a lot of memes, sarcastic quips, roasts that are coated with love, etc., ESPECIALLY when texting or if im comfortable around whoever im with !! however i do match energies, whatever energy you give off is what ur getting back. i’m a very perceptive and intuitive person, i can read the room and read people easily so i always somehow know what to say. i’m adaptive to everything, however i do adapt to people’s personalities a lot so that has made me a social chameleon. i can fit into any group but i’ve never felt like i belonged, yknow?? still tho its made me well known among my peers. anywho when you get to know me you’ll see just how chaotic i can be, but not the super loud chaotic, more like the “how bad of an idea can it be to give me a knife??” chaotic. i’m resourceful and i do my best to be calculating, but yknow sometimes i act with my heart instead of my head. also im not like.. big on pda, just hand holding or an arm around my shoulder or a kiss on the cheek is fine for me. even then im not like, big on makeout sessions in private either (no sex at all either pls! just tryna be a happy ace), im just here for cuddles and cute domestic shit but also spontaneous 3am adventures and travelling a lot and just all that dumb kids in love thing. i love art history, history, literature, and psychology and other humanitary subjects since im good at them but i have to try significantly hard in maths and sciences (still a top student tho). i’m an absolute night owl bc of this, i’m very sleepy and can fall asleep anywhere but i can also stay awake for a while too. last tidbit i can think of is that there are days where i need to shut myself in my room and not socialize or interact while i recharge. im unfortunately hyperaware of myself and how i spend all my energy on others, so being by myself helps me keep my sanity. i guess i wouldnt mind having my boy there with me for cuddles and being together in comfortable silence + whatever music is playing, i just want him to understand that i cant change this about myself and that i need to recharge. its okay if he tries to get me out of my comfort zone but if he ignores me giving signs that its too much, i dont think we could work. just know that im very loving, even if im not the best at being verbal about it. UHHH thats all i have, thank you soso much!! sorry for it being super long ahhh

thank you so much for your request!

we match you with: yahaba shigeru

→ like you, yahaba isn’t very big on pda and will hold your hand when the two of you are out on dates together. if there’s a lot of people he’ll but his arm around you to make sure you don’t get lost in the crowd.

→ yahaba loves the duality between your quieter personality and your sense of humor. he appreciates the memes you send him, and he loves your sporadic quips especially over text.

→ aoba johsai is a team that uses physical affection as a way to tell each other that they are there so you can expect a lot of small soft touches from yahaba. they’ll usually come in the form of a head pat or giving your a slight squeeze while he’s holding it.

→ if you’re ever struggling in math or science, yahaba is more than happy to have a study date with you. whether he’s helping you with math or you’re explaining art history or psychology concepts to him, he enjoys the more intellectual sides of your dates as most people usually acknowledge him as shallow despite him being in an advanced class.

→ when you need time to yourself, yahaba is very understanding of that and unless you say it’s alright for him to be there with you, he’ll send texts to check in to see how you’re doing. He’ll also pick up your favorite snacks for you and ask if he can swing by to give them to you.

→ if you’re up too late and yahaba catches you, he’ll either try to get you to sleep or he’ll stay up with you for late night warm drinks and talking. when he tries to get you to go to sleep, he’ll cuddle with you and doesn’t mind being the big or little spoon. if he’s staying up with you, he’ll either make tea or hot chocolate for the two of you to talk over.

→ a common date for you and yahaba is going on walks together, sharing earbuds, hand in hand, and just enjoying each other’s company. more often than not you and yahaba will be out late into the night since you both lost track of time.

admin rose’s second choice: nobuyuki kai

admin camellia’s second choice: yaku morisuke

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