#but he is so selfish... he lives in the now... and the now is you warming his bed and washing his clothes and trying to be perfect for him..

[muqingslover]

Hii!! Love your writing!!

I wanted to ask if you have any hc about the lads men as fathers? For example, my hc was that Xavier is a boy dad that makes sure his kid will not end up listening to those "alpha podcasts" because he sets the example of a gentle yet "i slayed over 70,000 wanderers", kind yet assertive man. HOWEVER, since the level 175 affinity interaction came out, I'm 100% hes a girl dad raising his daughter to be a strong and independent woman (like the MC he loves dearly). What do you think?

[ my first ask! yahooo! thank you, pookie! I'll give you my thoughts in general (a big mix of everything) but if anyone wants one of the boys in more detail then feel free to ask because I have more to share! ]

Xavier

Alright maybe this is a hot take but I don't think he wants children, like at all.

Xavier does NOT like sharing. He's literally jealous of himself for goodness sake and he really, reaaaally, does not want to share you, especially not with clingy children that would take almost if not all of your attention and also his sleep.

In-game he's also shown to not be super fond of children in general which I find hilarious.

He's lived a long life, sacrificed everything and everyone for you, and spent the rest of his years searching for you. He believes he has the right to be a bit selfish and keep you to himself. Let's be honest, he's earned it.

Zayne

He does want children, but he is the type to plan for it. And I mean *plan*.

Out of everyone, he understands the best what it means for both your body and mental health the changes pregnancy would bring (including the chance of postpartum depression and other complications) so there would be a looooong discussion before anything happened.

When putting together the nursery it's like he's preparing for the apocalypse and not a baby "We might need this" (you won't be needing it), "This was made with [chemical], it could be toxic for you or the baby." "Zayne, it's just a plastic spoon."

Absolutely not as cool as he leads you to believe. You have this man stressed™ but he is so, soooo patient.

He'd be very serious about follow-up appointments and he'll make time for the both of you no matter what.

GIRL DAD ! GIRL DAD ! GIRL DAD !

100% victim of waking up covered in silly drawings and bows in his hair but he says before him than his poor white walls.

You have your hands full monitoring these two that love to sneak around and stuff their cheeks full like hamsters with sweets.

Sylus

Now this man wants a whole LITTER if you'll let him.

Hear me out: TRIPLETS. Oooor, twins with a younger sibling right after. Maybe one more if you are really brave.

This was not planned at all, but when you tell him he's so happy he'd be in actual tears while hugging you.

Luke and Kieran are over the moon about it too. They'd be so cute with the children because they get to be big bros now and they take their role very seriously.

Sylus would pull out his phone or coat and it would be covered in cute stickers. He takes no action in getting rid of it though because he loves it.

Those children are S P O I L E D. You have to take the role of saying no otherwise he'd take over the world just because his baby asked to be queen of the world on a random Thursday.

Rafayel

I think he's on the same boat as Xavier but for different reasons.

I have some...perhaps...controversial takes on this little guy in general so I'll leave it open for your interpretation hehe

love him though<3

Caleb

I know I know everyone says he'd be the best girl dad but PLEASE pleaaaase give this man a little boy.

If you think women's baby fever are bad just wait until you see Caleb's

He would draw on your belly bump where he thinks the baby is and talk to him even while you're asleep

This guy is taking lessons about pregnancy, how to support you during birth and he is 100% in one of those moms group chat.

"Caleb we do not need another onesie—" "But look! Look how cute it is! Oh, and the little hat? C'mon angel, please?" (Ban him from shopping by himself because he comes back with WAY too many things you do not need)

He loves and I mean LOVES matching clothes. From silly costumes, to pajamas and outside outfits.

So. Many. Pictures. He takes pictures all the time to keep them as memories because if something were to happen where you or he lost their memories again then they'd forever be preserved :(

[ I have so much more to say about this but maybe I'll just make a separate post for each of them ]

[impish-baby]

Yandere Omega father x beta reader how would you perceive this?

I am thinking..single omega father that is completely out of mind, the only thing he knows for certain is that he loves you more than anything!

You're his gift, his pride and joy, the one blessing he was given out of years of strife

He doesn't mean to make things hard for you, truly, it's just that you're his baby! You shouldn't have to lift a finger around the house, don't worry, dad has it covered (and if you have a tough time getting a starter job because you're embarrassed that you don't know how to do basic tasks, you where silly for wanting to work in the first place)

Dating has been a no-go for him for a very long time, omega father needed all his attention to be on you, it's important for pups to have lots of care! Really, he just despises the idea of anyone else taking on a parental role in your life

If he were to ever start dating again, he's so nitpicky that there's rarely a second date if he even got through the first. He gets so anxious being away, his poor puppy is home by themselves :(( they have to be devested that he isn't there with them, he can just imagine them curled up in his nest waiting for him to get back like a good kid.. (insert shot of reader having the time of their life chugging energy drinks and watching all the movies that were 'too inappropriate'... jk, the weirdo probably has nanny cams everywhere)

He isn't above the worst kinds of manipulation to get you to stay with him

Sobbing, choking on air breakdowns that make you worry to the core.. bawling his eyes out about you not caring about him, hating him (you just wanted to visit a friend)

Escalating, especially if it's about you eventually moving out. He's desperate, fear clawing at his chest as he sobs that he should just die then, that he'll wither away because his precious baby doesn't want their dumb father anymore

Sometimes, the bouts swing into fits of anger that have you crying. He doesn't yell, not really, but who wants the only parent they have telling them that they gave up their entire lives for them and now you're throwing all that away? That it's your fault your dad suffered for years, didn't eat because he had to make sure you did, and here you are walking away like he means nothing to you, ungrateful brat..

He never means it, of course! It's just that.. dad gets really upset when you talk about things of that nature, sweetie, and it is true to an extent that he sacrificed everything for you, weren't you being a little selfish now that you think about it? Come here, he'll dutifully wipe away those yucky tears so you can go cuddle and forget what a stupid thing you said, it's like nothing ever happened! :D

[teyrnacousland]

I'm going to ramble to myself about Cassia for way too long now, okay, this is mostly for me. I tried to do it in tags out of everyone's way and learned there's a limit to how many tags you can have.

As someone who also chose to make my Mercar an Altus mage (or rather, chose to make the Altus mage I made for DA4 back in like 2018 a Mercar) I want to ramble about my thoughts about Cassia specifically.

It's definitely not just about being a saviour for Cassia. It's kind of more about realizing that EVERYONE is making a choice whether they acknowledge it or not. (You can't just not make a choice about activism or politics. Ignoring it IS a choice. Whether you like what that aligns you with or not, that's what choosing not to care means.)

For Cassia she was put in a position where she had to face that choice and actively make it one way or another. She could either keep her head down and play her role as an oppressor, or give that and the luxuries it comes with up to try for a world where no one is forced into the role of either victim or perpetrator. (Which is not at all me trying to say 'Cassia is a victim here too' or anything, just that oppressive societies aren't good for almost everyone in them. And that being a bystander is always a choice.)

When I made Cassia I was thinking how far does bystander effect go in the context of societal things like Tevinter, and at what point do you break out of it and how. Cassia isn't One Of The Good Ones. She's not Not Like Other Magisters. She's exactly like everyone else. She is a member of the crowd and she's moved with it her whole life. And I don't believe most people in any given crowd are cruel. Active cruelty, or even apathy, is not why most people allow suffering. I don't think we're naturally all just selfish. I think selfishness is just like, a stress response. Self-preservation.

Cassia is only special in that she was forced into a situation that she realized meant she had to actively decide to either be cruel or Not Do That, and because someone directly offered her another path with the Shadows (Which is how Ashur got involved in her story.)

The biggest thing that breaks people out of that mindset is being directly asked to help, and also seeing someone else help. People are more likely to help others help than to start helping someone themselves. Cassia would never have started a resistance group herself. She might not have even sought them out and joined herself. But she's given an option to help and she chooses to take it.

Basically, Cassia becomes a Shadow Dragon because she doesn't want to fill her role in Tevinter society either, even though her role was better than others. It's not something she wanted for herself, or the world she lives in.

Her being ace and bi also has a role in it, too. She could just hide her bisexuality and ignore her asexuality and she could play her role in society as an Altus mage woman. She could get straight married and have sex and have children. That's her only option in Tevinter. To stay in the closet and do things she doesn't want to do. Forever.

I also have decided that I now like that the Shadow Dragons are led by ruling class Altus mages, actually. My first reaction was wishing the organization was more run by the people for the people kind of thing, like a community organization vs a saviours from on high thing. But this makes them messy. All the other factions are messed up in some way, this is the Shadow Dragons mess. It'd be neat if they explored that more in the game itself, because the line up there about a bunch of Altus mages telling Nazri they're Revolutioning wrong is so interesting and good.

As for why, for Dorian specifically, I think he's similar to Cassia. Once he became aware that it's a choice, he made one.

The specific DAI line that stands out to me is the banter where Solas tells him something like "if you were truly sorry you'd free every slave in Tevinter". His initial response is "I don't know that I can do that" (which is kind of where he's been at for most of his life. It is how it is, even if I don't like some of it, I certainly can't change it) and Solas responds "then how sorry are you?"

And I think he took that one to heart. He can either go back to Tevinter and decide/admit that he doesn't care, and just go back to complaining about things and not doing anything about it. Or he has to care (which he does, he's a very empathetic person) and do something. So he did! Not to be a saviour or a hero, but because he loves Tevinter, and there's a better Tevinter in his head, for him and everyone else, and it's worth it to at least try and make it happen.

I keep harping on this but the Shadow Dragon's rebuke of rook when rook is a shadow dragon who picked treviso is so like. whole and unending. you save viper from the venatori and he talks about the shadow dragons like you aren't one of them anymore. you dont see tarquin or dorian or mae again until the end of the game. the companions say "it must be hard for the shadow dragons in minrathous" to you. neve says "I don't expect you to show up for dock town, rook" and it hurts because nobody else does either. nobody else WANTS you to anymore. but they'll take what you give them!

[rindreamery]

one call away.

after three years of being in love with you, itoshi rin realizes he might never have the chance to confess his feelings. itoshi rin x reader ─ bittersweet/angst, w.c. 500+ ─ content: childhood best friend!au, rin is implied to be younger than reader, reader is one to two years older

note. almost all of my upcoming drafts are angst, free me 😞 i swear i'll get back to writing happier fics when i'm not deep in the trenches of hell and suffering (uni)

nineteen years of being next-door neighbors, three years of being in love with you, and only two days before he has to bid his feelings goodbye. 

rin can’t help but feel bitter and resentful at the thought. only two days before you’re uprooting your life, flying across the ocean and to a completely different continent, and leaving him behind. to be stuck, in this old and unchanging town, to live out his repetitive routines. though, this time, he’ll have to do it all without you. 

no more rocks being thrown at his window, no more random visits throughout the day, and no more two-in-the-morning snack runs when you’re both supposed to be asleep. in a few days, silence. 

something he'd always asked for. but now? he's not so sure.

a part of him wonders, if he asked— perhaps, if he confessed his feelings, and poured out his heart to you right now— would you want to stay? he wonders if his words would be enough to change your mind, and if you would wait until he could do the same. until he could move away with you, to some other country, and figure life out together. 

but, these thoughts are nothing short of selfish, and rin’s all too aware. he knows it's best if keeps his lips tightly sealed, choosing to sit in silence with you as you stare at the water in front of you. letting the sound of the waves, crashing into the rocks over and over, drown out the confessions on his tongue. 

“honestly, i never thought we’d be separated by the ocean one day,” you break the silence first.

he looks at you, but your eyes remain on the scenery ahead. knees pressed close to your chest, arms tucked behind your knees, fingers clutching tightly onto the fabric of your jacket. watching as the ocean stretches, seemingly endlessly into the horizon. taking it all in, one last time. “it’s going to feel weird not living next to you."

rin's mouth opens as if to speak, but he finds himself lost. unable to think of anything he wants to say. so he looks away, hiding the frown on his lips under his scarf, trying to ignore the heavy sinking feeling in his heart. shifting uncomfortably in his spot as if it would miraculously shake the feeling away.

it doesn't.

“i’ll—” miss you, he almost says. but he catches his tongue, biting into it to stop the words from slipping past his lips. “— finally have some peace and quiet around here.”

he hears you laugh softly at that, but it's emptier than usual. “that excited to get rid of me?” you ask, finally tearing your eyes away from the waves to look at him.

it’s hard to ignore your gaze on the side of his face. he tries to look anywhere but you, at the waves, and the sand and shells beneath his feet. but his eyes betray him, like they always do— and you lock eyes.

"i'll be able to sleep without worrying about being woken up at two a.m.," rin indirectly answers, swallowing the lump in his throat, and coming to terms with his cowardice. ignoring the way his heart thumps rapidly against his ribs, as if begging for him to listen. to say, ‘please stay.’

he doesn't.

you smile at him, at his typical and expected answer. you're smiling, and he wonders if he's imagining the look in your eyes and how they mirror his.

© rindreamery, 2025

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do a fic where Y/N gets into a fight with Nick and Nick ends up getting physical by pushing her and she falls hard but they make up in the Jed

okkkk. Wait because why is this low-key my new favorite fic!!!!



“You Went Too Far.”

Sturniolos x sister

“You’re so fucking selfish, Nick!” Y/N shouted, her voice shaking with anger.

Nick scoffed, his own frustration boiling over. “Oh, I’m selfish? That’s fucking rich coming from you!”

They stood in the middle of the living room, faces flushed with anger, words being thrown back and forth like knives.

Chris and Matt sat on the couch, their expressions tense. They had been trying to ignore the argument at first, assuming it would blow over like it usually did. But this time?

It felt different.

“You act like the whole world revolves around you!” Nick continued, his hands flying up in frustration. “Like no one else’s feelings fucking matter but yours!”

Y/N’s face twisted with disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me, Nick?! I do everything for this family, and you have the audacity to say that?”

Nick let out a dry laugh. “Oh, yeah? Like what, Y/N? What exactly do you do that’s so goddamn special?”

That was it. That was the breaking point.

Y/N’s hands curled into fists at her sides. Her voice cracked as she snapped, “I’ve been there for you when no one else was! When you were at your lowest, when you needed someone, I was there for you, Nick! But now, suddenly, I’m just some selfish bitch to you?”

Nick’s face fell for a brief second, but his pride wouldn’t let him back down. “You’re twisting my words,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Y/N laughed bitterly, tears welling in her eyes. “No, I’m not. That’s exactly what you said.”

Chris and Matt both exchanged glances, sensing that things were getting out of hand.

“Alright, both of you need to chill the fuck out—” Chris started, standing up.

“Shut up, Chris!” Nick and Y/N both snapped at the same time.

Chris put his hands up in surrender, muttering, “Jesus Christ.”

Y/N turned back to Nick, her voice trembling with rage. “You treat me like I don’t fucking matter. Like I’m just a punching bag for when you’re pissed off. I’m so fucking tired of it.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Here we go with the dramatics.”

Y/N’s lip quivered, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “You’re such an asshole,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Nick took a step forward. “And you’re such a—”

Before he could finish, Y/N pushed his shoulder, shoving him back slightly. “Go ahead, Nick. Say it.”

Nick snapped.

He pushed her back.

Hard.

Y/N stumbled, her foot catching on the edge of the coffee table, and before anyone could react, she crashed to the floor with a loud thud.

A sharp cry escaped her lips as she hit the ground, her arm slamming against the hardwood.

For a moment, the entire room was silent.

Nick’s breath caught in his throat. His heart stopped.

Chris and Matt jumped up immediately.

“Y/N!” Matt shouted, kneeling down next to her.

Chris shoved Nick back. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Y/N curled into herself, her body shaking as she clutched her arm. Tears streamed down her face, her quiet sniffles turning into full-on sobs.

Nick felt like he was going to be sick.

“Y/N, I—” His voice cracked as he stepped toward her.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” she choked out, recoiling from him.

Nick’s heart shattered into a million pieces.

Chris crouched beside her, his voice softer now. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Let me see your arm.”

Y/N shook her head furiously. “It hurts,” she whimpered.

Matt gently reached for her hand. “We’ll get you some ice, okay?”

Nick felt tears sting his own eyes. He had never, ever seen her cry like that before.

And it was because of him.

Chris shot Nick the nastiest glare he had ever seen. “Get the fuck away from her,” he spat.

Nick staggered backward, his chest heaving. He wanted to fix this. He wanted to rewind time and take it all back.

But it was too late.

—

An hour passed before Y/N came out of her room.

Nick was still sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. Chris and Matt were in the kitchen, their voices hushed.

Y/N walked in, an ice pack pressed against her arm. Her eyes were puffy from crying.

Nick immediately stood up. “Y/N, I—”

“Save it,” she muttered.

Nick swallowed hard. “Please, just let me explain—”

Y/N let out a hollow laugh. “Explain what, Nick? That you pushed me? That you made me feel like complete shit and then knocked me on my ass? What’s there to explain?”

Nick’s throat tightened. “I didn’t mean to—”

Y/N scoffed. “Yeah? Well, you did.”

Nick felt like he was about to break down. “I swear to God, Y/N, I—I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Y/N looked at him, really looked at him. She saw the way his hands were shaking, the way his eyes were red-rimmed like he had been holding back tears.

“You did hurt me,” she whispered.

Nick squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling sharply. “I know.”

Silence stretched between them.

“I would never forgive myself if this ruined us,” Nick admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t know if I can just forget it, Nick.”

Nick nodded. “I don’t expect you to.”

More silence.

Finally, Y/N held out her pinky.

Nick stared at it for a second, confused.

She swallowed hard. “Promise me you’ll never ever put your hands on me like that again.”

Nick’s lip trembled. He wrapped his pinky around hers without hesitation.

“I swear.”

[tathrin]

The next story I am definitely 100% Not Writing: An Unexpected Wedding.

So: Elvish marriage is, we all know, a very simple thing that you don't need much...let's say ceremony to complete, wink-wink.

Dwarven marriages, on the other hand...! Well, let's just say that Durin's folk know how to throw a fancy shindig, yeah? Plus, there are the contracts. Oh, are there ever contracts! Can't have a marriage without proper contracts. No contract, and it's just a fling (even if lasts over a century), everybody knows that who knows anything.

And these sort of flings are lovely and can be very fulfilling, and many a dwarven family-unit has been based entirely upon such long-term flings; but without a contract to account for the merging (or not) of your crafts and your work and such, well, it's not a marriage, is it? Of course not.

So one day, Legolas discovers that while he's been calling Gimli his husband for like thirty years now, according to dwarven cultural standards, they're not actually married!

Gimli isn't bothered by this, and never has been, because everyone knows that he and Legolas are Together(tm), and he knows that elves consider the idea of a public "marriage ceremony" to be pretty weird, also. And it's not like there's any shame about these sorts of "flings" in dwarf culture, so everybody in Aglarond is content with the status-quo of having an unmarried lord who's known to be attached to a strange elf, and they respect that relationship entirely (even if most of them still find the fact that Legolas is an elf pretty odd).

(Also, Legolas is is going to live forever, while Gimli still assumes at this point that he'll be bound by a normal dwarven life-span, so of course from Legolas's perspective their relationship must inherently seem like a short-term affair, anyway, even if neither of them like talking about that fact...)

So Gimli's perfectly happy with their elvish-marriage. Lots of dwarves never get married at all, it's nbd.

Except Legolas doesn't see it that way. How unintentionally selfish of him, to have only wed Gimli according to the standards of his own culture, and not that of Gimli's people as well! He had no idea, but now that he knows, he must set about fixing it at once!

And that's the story of how the entirety of Rohan got roped-into helping a Wood-elf plan a dwarf-style wedding ceremony as a surprise for the Lord of Aglarond.

Needless to say, the "surprise" aspect of it doesn't last very long—just long enough for many and varied hijinks to ensue—which is good, because A: you can't really negotiate contracts without representatives of both parties involved and B: as well-intentioned as he is, Legolas has very little idea of what a dwarven wedding actually is or how to throw one.

But by gosh, is he going to try!!!

(Fortunately Gimli finds Legolas's earnest intentions endearing even when he's completely off-base about just about everything, so he looks at the near-debacle of what Legolas and his bewildered human assistants have done so far and declares it all to be extremely sweet.)

Even more fortunately, once he realizes that it matters to Legolas that they be wed in dwarf-fashion—because Legolas thinks it matters to Gimli—Gimli takes charge of the rest of the arrangements, which also means acquiring the help of a bunch of competent dwarven friends and advisors, now that the rest of Aglarond know what's going on much to the relief of Éomer and the Rohirrim who are now off the hook for anything but attending the resultant party.

Which is how we end up with Thranduil being invited to a dwarven marriage ceremony in the Glittering Caves of Rohan along with the entire royal family of Gondor and the elvish colony of Ithilien and a whole bunch of Hobbits.

He thinks the whole idea is ridiculous, of course (they've been married for years, everyone knows it, why are mortals so weird about this stuff?), but he goes along with it because it seems to matter to Legolas, even though Thranduil gets rather offended by the notion of signing contracts on behalf of his son, and has to be talked-down from interpreting that as a mortal insult by the combined efforts of Aragorn, Arwen, and Faramir.

But mainly he's just irritated that they couldn't have gotten their shit together earlier and done this before Bilbo left, because his Hobbit bestie loves a good party, and he's going to be so pissed in like four or five hundred years when Thranduil crosses the Sea and tells him about it.

(Also the party would have been way more fun with Bilbo there to make scathing commentary, and Thranduil is grumpy not having him in attendance. What's the point of declaring your favorite Burglar an Elf-friend if you can't pull him out for your own personal entertainment at parties!?)

Anyway the whole thing is a disaster, of course, because half the people involved don't actually understand what the fuck they're supposed to be doing or what half of it means, but.

But it's lovely, also.

And the Glittering Caves have never glittered quite so brightly as they do when Gimli and Legolas say their vows at last (even if Legolas's Khuzdul pronunciation is atrocious! fortunately Gimli finds that endearing, too, although the elder dwarves all wince terribly). Even the bright crystal casing that forms the centerpiece of the great hall, the one that Gimli spent five years carving until it was just right, the one that holds those three long golden hairs he's always waxing so euphoric about...

Well, even that shines brighter than usual, that day.

And far across the Sea, someone looks into her Mirror, and smiles.

And then Bilbo promptly elbows Celeborn out of the way so he can see, too. Why are elves all so blasted tall!

[iixch]

☆ iixch production

from boyfriend- to baby daddy- to husband pt.1

synopsis: You and Gojo have long been separated, but your son keeps you two in each others lives. You’ve found a new man. Your son isn’t pleased and Gojo is determined to remind you what your missing

warming: cursing

A beautiful little boy named Hiroto was the result of your relationship with Satoru Gojo. Though after three years, you grew apart, the stress became too much, Satoru was hardly ever at home and devoted himself entirely to his work, you couldn't take it anymore and broke up.

Nevertheless, he still transferred the money for his son to you every month and picked him up on most weekends or holidays.

Snow was melting on his jacket when he knocked on your door. Unannounced. Saturo had been given the day off and spontaneously wanted to pick up Hiroto, who was now sixteen.

But the sound of arguing and back and forth yelling made him alert. It seems it wasn't so pointless to make a spare key to your door (unknowingly to your knowledge). Unlocking the door, he followed the noises towards the living room, but when he saw your current boyfriend- well more accurately Fiancé, in a screaming match with you.

Seeing Saturo seemed to enrage the man all the more. "Fuck you! Both of you," the Fiancé suddenly spat, his fist slamming into the wall just inches from your head, making you flinch.

As the man attempts to storm out of your house Gojo grabs him by the shoulder, “Don’t ever yell like that in her damn house again.” Before letting him go and locking the door behind him. His blues eyes now turned to you, “Hey, everything alright sweetheart?”

“We’re fine, Saturo… just a disagreement.” You say sighing and rubbing your face as you take a deep breath. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“It was a last minute decision, came to see my favorite son and baby mama,” He says with a grin, focused entirely on you.

“You should’ve text me before hand, he’s not here, he at a friend’s house.” You tell him apologetically.

“Bummer, but that means we can catch up,” He says as he watches you sit down on the sofa. “Like first of all, why’s that jackass yelling at you in your home?”

You groan at the mention of the previous argument. “Hiroto and him don’t get along, and I told him that I would ask for my son’s blessing before officially agreeing to marry him.”

“And why in the world would you wanna marry him? You already had me baby. Doesn’t get better than that.” He says sitting on the couch next to you, extending his arms over the couch.

“Apparently not,” You mumble sarcastically to yourself as you twist the engagement ring in your finger.

When you and Saturo first met you two were young, and stupid, and that’s when you two first became entangled. A couple years later you to find each other again and it’s a real relationship. Until you ended it. Not fighting for you has single handedly been Gojo’s biggest regret, and everyday that he’s seen you since has been him trying to make up for his shortcomings during your relationship.

“Y/n you know you deserve better than him,” He tells you scoffing. “I especially don’t like how he acts with our kid around.” It came from both a place of paternal worry, and selfish jealousy.

“Someone better? Someone like you, huh, Gojo?” Now it’s your turn to scoff and roll your eyes.

“Baby, we have a kid together, you can’t be so formal as to call me by my last name.” ‘Should have been our last name….’ he thinks. “Can you at least set your ego aside for a second to admit you’re miserable with him, without me?”

“You are one to lecture me about ego, Gojo,” You glared at him. “You’re the biggest hypocrite I know.”

Saturo huffs at the level of formality you’re forcing. “Hypocrisy doesn’t mean I’m wrong, baby.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m not your baby anymore.”

“And that’s the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.” He says suddenly very vulnerable.

You shake your head. You didn’t have the emotional energy to unload that comment and enter into the topic of discussion at this moment in time.

But Saturo was.

“Y/n, I know I took you for granted… but my greatest triumph was thanks to you, our son. And despite what you say about me, I know you still feel something.”

You looked at him with a brow raised and an unwavering expression.

“God, Y/n, just break up with that pathetic ass of a man! Please? You don’t even have to admit I was right, just do it-”

You’re astonished by his audacity, “You think you can just waltz into my house and tell me to end my engagement because- what? We have a kid together?”

You’re flabbergasted when the asshole actually nods. You force yourself to stand, physically and metaphorically looking down on him as he’s still seated on your couch. “You want me to admit feelings? Okay, I wanted us to work, and you had your chance- that time is up. I don’t care if you approve of my Fiancé or not, I get to make that choice, Gojo.”

Suddenly your Saturo hands are on your hips and in a quick forceful tug, he brings you down to sit on his lap. “I’m Saturo to you Y/n L/n.”

Your taken back but in quick recovery shake off your surprised expression. “Very mature, Gojo.”

His grip suddenly tightens and he urges your hips forward, forcing you to scoot in close to him. “You doing this on purpose, sweetheart? You know the name. You’ve said it many times before. Scenarios similar to this one…”

You shove his shoulders, though you feel warm on your face from memories past. You would never admit it to him, but Saturo has been the bed lays you’ve ever had.

“You don’t have to get back with me…” He says a hand slips under your shirt, and his freezing hand runs itself up your warm skin, he chuckles when you shriek back. “You just have to leave him.”

“You need to leave.” You retort.

“Come onnn baby, you don’t mean that.”

“Saturo, it’s going to take more than just- one good act, from you and a bad one from him.” You tell him standing up and off his lap. “Do better.”

Saturo Gojo was barely ever shook, he barely cared w people had to say about him, much less to him. But when it came to you? He cared. You were telling him to be better? The one thing he cared the most was proving himself, and he was ready to prove himself to you. And fuck anyone who thinks he’s not getting you back.

[dragonsoulage]

„I steal you, if I have to…“

feat. Suguru Geto

What happens when he decides to steal the girl he adores so much away from the rest from the world. When he decides to be selfish this time, when he decides to have you on his side. He cares and he loves more than you ever thought. You were the one thing he couldn’t leave behind. He would let the world burn for you.

Hello world, this time I couldn’t help myself and write something more angsty about my precious husband. You don’t know how less control I have when it comes to Geto, my sweet babygurl 🤣✨🤌🏻 for real I love him 💖 but well I always have the feeling usually people like to read more like smūt about the JJK men, and that’s fine I mean I like smūt too. But I just wanted to write something different, like his depressed state and his understanding when you would suffer too in his eyes. In this story you are a sorcerer too, your cursed technique is based on manipulating emotions and sensing them what means you could sense his depression💀. Anyway have fun. 🥰🥰

Wordcount: 4,7k

Warnings: angst, depression, mental health, sad, emotional support, still a little fluffy

"You can't take me away, Sugu." you said, you were trapped in your own dorm. Although, you felt anything but trapped.

The now special grade curse user stepping closer, you did not flinch away, why should you?

It was still Sugu, right?

Sugu, how you called him. How he liked to hear this nickname from your lips.

A large hand to lay against your cheek, you felt so fragile, as if you would break every moment.

You heard what happened, you heard how he decided.

He was officially an enemy.

Officially...

But not you, although you were too soft, too good and kind for the things he had planned.

A light among all the darkness.

He knew it was selfish, he knew it was probably not right.

But he already went to extremes, what would be another one than?

"Why can't I? Because it's not right? Not what you want?" his voice was soft, like from an angel, like you always remembered it.

"I can't...do these things you do. I can't..." you stuttered, and he could see these big fat tears in your eyes, one dropped out of them. Making them so shiny and sad.

He had a scowl on his face, disliking seeing you in a state like this, although he knew he was the reason for it.  

"You don't need to do anything, you are not ready to do. I would never force you to use your powers... I just want you to be with me. The one last thing I can't separate from."

he explained, purple eyes met yours with an intensity, pulling you closer so he could lean down to you, his forehead against yours.

Watching closely how overwhelmed you were...

But how did it come that you found yourself in this position?  

It was the time after the events with Riko Ammanai, weeks after the gruesome mission.

In weeks, his state went to be bad.

Depression settling in, into Geto. Making him lose weight, making him look dull.

And yet not everyone noticed.

Not that he wanted anyone to notice.

At least of all Gojo, not wanting to be a further burden. He had to live with it, right?

But, well, he didn't know someone like you would step into his life. You were part of the Jujutsu High too, although you two never really had anything to do together.

He just knew your name, literally nothing else.

But you, you weren't a special grade sorcerer, but you were special indeed, in another way.

A cursed technique that was hard to explain, and on the first look didn't seem too useful.

You could sense feelings, you could literally see an aura around persons, you could see how they were doing.

But not just that, you could manipulate feelings, give an illusion of serenity, although death was right next door.

Could make someone feel so anxious about their own shadow, they think they might die.

It was rarely used, simply because it overwhelmed your own mind, your own body. 

After missions, when you used a lot of your cursed energy you were feeling overstimulated to every noise and touch, it was like...walking inside shards just with your brain.

Geto didn't know you had these abilities, it was rarely used, after all.

But now, for the next countless weeks, you passed him on the hallway in the dorm. You were used to seeing people's feeling, sensing their emotions.

So you tried to overlook the fact when you saw people who were depressed, you could not make everyone feel not bad right?

It was after all not your task to make everyone feeling not depressed, besides that your illusions were temporary.

But every time you saw Geto, the aura grew darker and darker, every time you passed him, he gave a small nod as greeting, his eyes more empty than ever.

Every time you walked by, you saw how the darkness surrounded him, and it made you more than worried.

You started simple...not wanting to confront him.

Not feeling in the position to tell him you knew he suffered.

Because who wants to know that?

Every person who is depressed knows this, but you don't want to hear it. Not when you tried too hard to hold it together.

When you passed him again, you just touched his shoulder.

"Have a good day." you cheered, trying to flash a small smile, and while you touched his shoulder...  

You let some of your energy flow into him, not that much, and not really manipulating his feeling, but just so much he felt an ounce lighter.

And this went on for some time, sometimes you dropped something with full purpose so he would help you to pick it up, brushing against his fingers and arm, to do it all over again.

So every time he saw you in the hallway, he felt...better.

Sometimes too good for his own thoughts.

Geto wasn't naive, because the feeling a little lighter suddenly out of nowhere...every time he saw you when you walked by, this couldn't be a coincidence?

When you passed him, he could see the concern in your eyes, but he never really thought much about it, not that he ever thought it would be because of him.   

He decided after some training to ask Gojo about you, not that the white haired lanky sorcerer would have any clue, but who knows?

"Do you know (Y/N)? Like anything about her?" Geto the asked him while sliding Gojo over a sweet treat he took from the vending machine before training started for him.

"What? You gonna cheat on me with her?" Gojo chuckled, leaning back and stretching his long legs out.

Geto gave him a look, but well he was used to that with him, he was just not in the mood to make a sarcastic remark.

"I would cheat on you with Nanami and this is a thing." he repeated, seems like he still couldn't stop making sarcastic remarks.

"But to your question, I know her name, she is in second year...another class. Not heard much of her." Gojo then answered like it would be not an important thing.

"Why you want to know? Got a hallway crush?" he laughed, raising his snowy eyebrows. 

"Was just interested in, she has a...how do I explain...something on her that I don't understand. But well, I don't know her, so I just thought maybe I find out." Suguru spoke with a heavy sigh, what was the weird reason that he felt lighter when you passed him?

Was this really just his imagination, that your pretty smile was making things better for a moment?

The time went on, and you decided to pull on the next stage, you were known to be shy, but when you passed him he didn't find a clue of it at all.

Little did he know you could overcome your insecurities when something was important to you.

So you didn't care about being shy when you saw in what a deep hole he sat.

When you now passed him, you stopped him then, talking to him, asking him little stupid questions where Yaga might be or if he knows a good place for learning in peace.  Building such intense eye contact.

But when he met you, he observed you more clearly. Trying to figure it out, breaking his head over that weird fact.

He noticed your body language, when you talked with others, you were physically distanced, always sweet and nice but not so...touchy, how he tried to put it.

You placed a hand on his arm, sometimes when you showed him something on your phone your arm brushed his, standing so close he got a whiff of your perfume.

The way you looked him so soft in the eyes.

Besides his depression, he would have tried to pull you after seeing these pretty eyes all so focused on him.

But probably it would have never come to this when he wouldn't sit in the shithole of being depressed.

It was clear to him, something about you was different. 

Geto decided to find out why, and instead of asking a bunch of people he did not even want to talk to, he decided to sneak into Yagas office.

Of course, it would be weird when he would ask Yaga himself, besides that why should he want to explain he wanted to know why you made him feel "lighter" in his heart.

As if he ever would want to explain someone, he felt like everything he did for the human world was pointless.

When he sunk inside, he went to the filing cabinet, and searched for your name. There you was.

"Ah, there you are, pretty." he mumbled and took a look inside.

What he found, well he was surprised.

"Manipulating emotions and feelings..." he read to himself, indeed interesting, although the part where your cursed technique is tried to be explained was confusing even for him.

But he understood the fact...you drained yourself when you manipulated emotions, or created illusions.

When you tried to make someone feel better, you needed to replace the pain, what meant you needed to take over the feeling your counterpart felt.   

What means, your training wasn't just about physical abilities, it was an endurance training to endure pain in all the forms. What led to the fact that you ended up to be an overstimulated mess, what made you feel so absolutely crazy.

It was hard, you felt pain that not even were yours, and you needed to do it for missions in an amount....that was too big to comprehend.

"That is far from fair..." he said to himself, far too unfair for the reason, that humans did not even appreciate the effort you had put in to save them.

He understood it, after all he swallowed curses, absorbed negative emotions from them.

But there kicked the realization in, the reason he felt better when he saw you, was because you used a little of your cursed technique.

He just couldn't explain himself why.

He stood there with the file in his hands, in the empty office, placed an invisible curse outside so it would tell him when Yaga would be coming back.

"Seems like I need to ask her myself." he mumbled before putting the file back in the cabinet.   

So, not many days after that, he particularly looked out for you. Usually Geto went with Gojo and Shoko somewhere to eat something after school, at least when he could make himself get up for that. But not today, claiming to be too tired.

He was tired, but he was more curious about what you would need to say when the big ass, handsome sorcerer would walk up to you and ask you why you saw the need to use your abilities on him.

And there, he found you outside, alone, although you seemed a little too happy because you just got yourself some snacks. Wanting to sit in the sun to bit into one of the sesame balls you bought yourself.

Holding the golden treasure in your both hands to take a bite, there joined you.

Quietly like a cat just sitting next to you.

You stopped your very motion, when you noticed the shadow next to you.

Turning your pretty face around to see it is Suguru, maybe your plan worked, you thought.

Maybe the subtle comfort you tried to give him worked?

Building a base, so he walked by to say hello?

"Suguru, how can-" you started to speak, already reaching out a warm hand to lay on his shoulder, but he stopped you.   

He looked you serious in the eyes, some of his raven hair fell into his face as he caught your wrist gently in his large palm.

Then he saw the flash of irritation on your face, how your eyes darted to see how he caught your wrist.

"I know what you do, I read your file." he spoke without even hesitating, or sugar-coating a nice small talk before, he went straight to the topic.

This made your pretty eyes widen, the fact he found out.

Of course, he could find it out, it would have been enough when he had asked one of your friends.   

But since Geto didn't feel like talking to every one and everything, you never considered he would do, but he went straight to read your very file.

"You read my file? Why did you do so?" you questioned, but your voice remained steady, as he slowly let go of your wrist.

You lowered your both hands, still your sesame ball in your them.

You seemed nearly sad that he found out, but you tried to act composed.

"Well, after asking myself when I feel a little better after I passed you, I grew suspicious. Why the hell should my heart feel lighter out of nowhere. After some observing, it was clear it had something to do with you. And it was not just the nice smile you gave me." Geto let you know, calling you a little out. But his voice didn't give away of anger or anything that would make it uncomfortable.

He just wanted to know why you did it, why you saw the need to do this for him, although you knew him just so little.

"When you read my file, you know I see an aura around persons. I can sense the feelings of someone, no matter if I want to or not, but I see it." you answered, lowered your head before you put the sesame ball away, afraid he might dislike what you did.

You always had been someone sensitive, caring about what people thought of you. Caring about every move you made, if it was fine. Thinking too much, and probably far too deep with your heart.

A sweet trait, that usually often were abused by people who saw how soft you were.

"And there is the point... I know you do, but you also see it by others. You don't give others the treatment you give me. You don't know me, not for real, and yet you do it." he explained to you, clearly pushing you to spill the beans.

You sighted before you lifted your head, you did it for him because you rarely even saw someone with such a dark intensity of depression than him. Likewise, you couldn't just do nothing, not when you actually could make a difference for someone, even when you didn't know him at all.   

Then you looked over to the streets, before you pointed to a woman.

"See the woman there? She suffers under the same thoughts as you, the same feelings. But the aura she has, is dark... People who are sad or dealing with a lot, they share the same dark aura. But there are still differences." you started to explain to him, both of you watching how the woman continued her way.

"Every color has a spectrum, hasn't it? Even when black, is black...the intensity of black can be different. And when I saw you dark your aura became, how black and pulsating it was... I can't just do nothing. Alone the thought how....how you need to feel." the way you said it to him, it was heartbreaking, the deep breath you needed to take, the way you worried about him.   

Someone worried about him, someone he didn't know worried, saw it, and acted.

He wanted to avoid it so much, that someone would catch a glimpse of his state.

He hid it well sometimes, but he couldn't hide from someone like you.

The imagination, you knew how he felt, because this had been your life.

Training your endurance to understand and to hold pain as an emotional state.

He took a moment to reply, sharp eyes met yours.

With an intensity, it made your heart stop.

"So you decided this by your own, because you know how I feel?" he asked again, just to confirm this for himself.

How you two sat on this bench, the streets in the background, rustling of the wind from the trees.

You nodded, to him, you were shy. Suddenly so shy, when he found out and confronted you, but you didn't decline what you have done.

It was nothing bad, right?

"I can't heal you, but I can help, so you can heal yourself." your voice dropped to a whisper.

You had quiet the point, no one could heal him, this is a task he needed to do himself.

But you...you could help him.   

There was just the question, if he wanted you to do that.

Another one who would drain themselves, for what use?

It was not that he thought he was not worth it. But it was the thought you would still need to do missions.

Missions where you needed to save these pathetic humans, humans who maybe wouldn't even appreciate what you did, how you suffered from the use of your cursed technique.

"You know, it took a while, a long while, after I read your file to understand your cursed technique and how it worked. You drain yourself when you use it." he stated as if it was a fact, it was one.

"It is completely fine when I do it in a range I can, like when you passed me by. Please don't...don't forbid me to use it on you." you replied faster than you wanted, before you took his one hand.

You were a cute one, afraid that he would push you away, because for you somehow you build a connection, two souls sharing pain can be quite connecting.   

Geto, looked down to your smaller hand, it was not like your fingers would be intervened, but you wanted to show support, this was not your technique, this was your being.

Someone who was truly good, someone who truly cared.

Someone who can't look away.

"I can't deny that I feel better, but it don't make the problem go away, right?" his voice stained with the testament of his current mental state.

The problem that he had, wasn't just the trying to live with the shocking events of the mission with Riko...It wasn't just the loss or the experience, that he thought he lost his best friend.

No...the root of the problem was deeper, so much deeper.

"No, it won't disappear, but I can help you to make it smaller, every day. And I don't just mean to use my ability. I can be here, when you let me. I know we don't know much of each other for now, but I for me, I know enough that it makes me want to do something. I can listen, I can distract, and sometimes I can even go away when you want. But otherwise it would make my heart ache, when I just let you suffer alone, Suguru." you admitted, for someone smaller than him, you had a so much bigger heart.   

It made him having a soft clench in his heart, something that tugged on it, sharp eyes softened slightly, he didn't have to pull away from your hand, he let his rest in yours. Looking down on your both hands.

"Doesn't seem like I can get rid of you, maybe I don't even want to, when you seem to already know about me, my state." Suguru answered, how should he decline someone like you? When you already knew how he felt, maybe you didn't know the problem, but what mattered that you couldn't let him down.

It was oddly comforting to know that even a kinda like stranger, just a fellow student cared, that someone saw him. That someone saw behind that exterior that he put up, even for Gojo.   

After this conversation, things went different.

You two were friends, although it was a different friendship as he had to Gojo or Shoko.

At first, it was weird, that he wouldn't need to flash this charming smile, that he won't need to get up to do anything.

You two chatted casually, sometimes deeper, sometimes you just hugged him.

Just laying your arms around his bulking shoulders, and holding this big man with your smaller frame.

How your delicate fingers stroking over his back.

You always brought something to eat, for him, indeed eating with him, in his dorm.

Smiling at him.

And there were thoughts, thoughts that your smile probably brought him the most joy currently.

The way your eyes truly lit up when you saw him.

It never felt like you just would be there because of his depression, that you really want to get to know him, that you wanted to be part of the life from Suguru Geto.   

Although it was not like he wanted that, you used your cursed technique on him. But on some days...you did it without even asking.

Like the one time when you just decided to jump over your shadow of insecurity, and joined him in his bed.

Settling behind him, being the big spoon and while you did, letting some energy flow into him.

Making him feel loved and content.

Holding him, telling him he can let loose and that it was ok, that he don't need to pretend.

That you knew how strong he was, how much he was holding up.

How much he tried, and how good he was.

One of the fewer persons, telling him, that he was good.

Fingers tangling in his black, inky hair, caressing the strands. Making him shiver, and yet making him feel better, with the sad knowledge that it would be a long way....

He grew so accustomed to you, that it was no longer just friendship for him, there was another feeling. A feeling that he wanted you close....  

But what then happened, it had been one of the factors why he decided to turn against humanity.

It was a night where you didn't come by. A whole day he didn't see you around.

You were on a mission, together with Utahime.

Oh, how did you suffer...

How much you drained yourself, to save the people in that area.

When you and Utahime came back, he saw it for the very first time.

The screams that teared from your throat when Yaga came out of the building, because Utahime called for him. You had collapsed on the ground of pure exhaustion, as she tried to catch you.

But as soon as someone touched you, it was too much for your senses.

It ripped his heart in two, to watch it from the window he was standing.

Aware no one could help you in this state, not with his knowledge he had.

What would you need to endure, to be now a mess on the ground crying and feeling so overstimulated like every little noise and touch was a shard right into your very pure soul.

Someone like you suffered, because of these people....

Of people like the ones you saved, taking so much in...

How could these monkeys do this to you?  

Making your beautiful face cry? Staining it with tears? Making you tremble, and your eyes dart around in sheer panic like a deer that was cornered and dragged against a wall, who waited for the last shot.

It had been one of the moments, Geto couldn't just hope it would be all get in place and be better.

Non sorcerer were the reason you felt like this, the jujutsu society was the reason you did it.

And everything changed when he had this conversation with Yuki...

This was the turning point, the very reason he decided saving non sorcerer weren't for the better.

They were the real curse, people like him and others suffered.

That you suffered, that his best friend suffered, that Riko had to die.

And this is now the reason, he stood in your dorm.

He already told Gojo, what way he would take, that a world without non sorcerer were the only chance in his point of view.

The reason, his best friend wouldn't need to be always the strongest, the reason you would never need to experience this sheer overstimulation of pain and senses again.

The reason he would never need to swallow curses again.   

So here you stood now, with him in your dorm, he literally just told you he takes you with him, no matter what.

You saw the determination in his gaze, it was a bloody path, a path he would walk for you.

"What you suggest is that you take me with you and we both be criminals?" you asked him, it was hard what you heard now.

Suguru knew you were too soft for this life, too precious in his eyes. You had a truly big heart, wore it on your sleeve.

His thumb stroking over your cheekbone, he was so tender with you.

Realizing what he found in you.

"No, you won't be a criminal. You don't have to commit anything. I know you can't do what I do, because you are so...lovely." he started, his words were spoken as if he would just coo in your ear and tell you everything would be alright. How you always did it with him.

"You are too delicate, you never have to use your cursed technique again...because I will make it alright. And I just can't let you go, I know it's selfish, selfish that I don't let you chose, and I am truly sorry for that." he continued before his fingers grabbed your chin, but his grip was not hard, but he forced you to look in his eyes.   

"Sugu... You know I like you...that I want to be with you but, how do you think it works when you continue to go this path? I can't watch that." you spoke to him, on the edge of tears, how the threatened to spill out. How you loved this man, how you just had hoped to truly help him, and now things turned out so different.

"I do what needs to be done, create a world where you never will have to take the pain of others, and they wouldn't even thank you. How they would never bat an eye that you willingly took over their feelings. And then...we can be happy. You know we can, and I will do everything for this." he revealed his plan, to you, pulling your face just a little closer.

"I steal you, if I have to... I would let the world burn for you, you are too good for. Maybe even too good for me. But I love you, (Y/N). And I can't leave you here, not you." his words honest before you felt how his lips laid just so feather lightly against yours, afraid as if breaking you.

You were too shocked of the events, you heard what he's done, how he wiped out that one village.

So Suguru was now the villain that would steal the precious princess away from the world that so desperately tried to tear her apart.

While you tried to hold him together with all you could.

You felt like you would have been failing, although you never failed him, he just saw the problem out of a different angle than you.   

Although he hated the fact he was the reason you cried, the reason for your distress.

But when it was about you, he needed to be selfish, he needed to take you with him, for himself. He wanted to create the best for you and everyone he cared about, even when the methods were wrong in everyone else eyes, even when it means he needed to do something that troubled your fragile soul, but he would catch you, like you caught him.

This man loved you, told you he loved you, and that he would burn the world if that would mean you were safe, that you were all his and that he finally could have this peace inside him to be truly happy with you...

[oh-no-its-bird]

your uchiha houhua au is living in my brain rent free....im sleep deprived today bc i was reading/thinking about it late last night lol, its so good!!

after the massacre he would essentially be sasuke's guardian, right? maybe not officially but still, he'd be in charge of sasuke as the only older family around? idk if he'd be a GOOD guardian but i can see his paranoid ass just always handing sasuke more weapons and money, just in case

i need to know more about sasuke finding out about houhua and itachi's thing for each other!! and does sasuke still end up going to orochimaru in this au?

YEAHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT !!! Uchiha Houhua remains one of The Favorites(tm) I really need to finish writing chapter 1, I'm like. So so close. So close.

I also need to update my tumblr vault fic with all the more recent Houhua au posts, since theres been a good amount of new content, but I'm putting it off till I'm done writing chapter 1 for the actual fic

No but I'm honored it could take up space in ur brain !!

YES! After the massacre, Houhua basically becomes Sasuke's officially unofficial guardian. There's no real paperwork for it done, but like, they really only have eachother

Sasuke flocks to him as the only other Uchiha, and Houhua takes him in both out of pity + not wanting him to be alone, and also partially because he knows Sasuke is a main character and his survival heavily depends on sticking close to main characters in the hopes that it'll help bump his character importance points

Houhua and Sasuke are stupidly rich now just because all of the Uchiha belongings and funds are theirs now.

There's a bit of trickiness bc technically, most of it should go specifically to Sasuke (as he's now default clan heir, though that isn't exactly worth much now) but Houhua is older than him

Houhua will probably end up splitting things between them, and Sasuke will trust him enough to do it (+ be too young to really realize that's something as important as it really is)

I think in canon, and lot of Uchiha shit got stolen or went ""missing"" in their death, mostly bc Sasuke... wouldn't know what to watch out for / prevent people from trying to take. But with Houhua here, it's going to be way hard for anyone to do any sort of grave robbing

Houhua is absoloutley gonna be taking inventory and his past life's experience means he knows to be on guard for people looting the compound when he's not looking !! There might even be some fun drama w that in the future ,,,

Houhua is stuffing weapons and money into Sasuke's pockets, very much fussing over him every chance he gets.

(Because Sasuke is his meal ticket!! He insists to himself, going out of his way to demolish anyone who looks at Sasuke even a little bit funny)

I honestly think Houhua would make for a good guardian for Sasuke overall, tho he'd for sure have his faults. The key word here is 'guardian', not anything like a father— Sasuke is gonna end up seeing Houhua as his (new, better, real) big brother over shitty Itachi over there

Houhua, as Shang Qinghua, lived to be very old (for a human, not for a cultivator) and had a hand in raising and training many disciples.

I like to reference Pride Is Not The Word I'm Looking For (aka the single best Shang Qinghua fic of all time) for my characterization for him, so he's like. Genuinley a good teacher and uncle, when he tries to be. He is just also burdened with crippling self doubt and likes to insist that every nice thing he does is canceled out by his own selfish reasoning behind doing those nice things

In Naruto world especially, filled with shitty murderous parents and a government that churns out murder babies, I think Houhua will be winning awards in his own parenting skills

Then there's also the fact that Houhua did know and interact with Sasuke before the massacre, just not too often. He was Itachi's weird cry baby friend, he'd hang out with him sometime

They just were never really close, and never really got to interact 1 on 1 for long— till, ofc, the massacre happens, and now Sasuke is latching on to Houhua and hyperventalating if anyone so much as looks like they're going to try and separate them

Houhua's existence as a whole allows Sasuke to be a lot more vulnerable, both because he is not "the last Uchiha" and also because Houhua will no doubt try to piggy back off of his revenge quest or even try to steal it entirely (to try and become a more important character, he insists to himself)

So Sasuke is just. Nowhere near as alone as before. And Houhua's own relationship with Itachi helps Sasuke believe Houhua might get it... more than other people, at least.

Ofc, there's also conflict in Sasuke maybe not thinking Houhua gets it "enough", or like Sasuke himself does, because Sasuke was, ofc, Itachi's little brother.

^ I think that would inevitably come in to play later, when Sasuke realizes Itachi and Houhua might have feelings for eachother. Sasuke would be so fucking hurt and feel so fucking betrayed, believing that maybe Houhua never "got it" to begin with

Things get even more complicated depending on when Sasuke learns this tho, because eventually Houhua is going to share his suspicions about the massacre being not as simple as it looked. So Sasuke's own feelings on Itachi are gonna go on a roller coaster of their own, trying to figure out if he himself can or should forgive his brother or no

Its all just a mess tbh, I love to see it

I HONESTLY DUNNO IF SASUKE WILL GO WITH OROCHIMARU OR NOT !! On one hand, mmmayybe ,,,, if he does, Houhua will go with him, full stop.

But there's also a chance that Houhua might try to take his place too! And he and Orochimaru are inevitably going to interact eventually, bc I have plans ,,,

(I mentioned it in another post, but if Houhua ever shares about the system and his past life with literally anyone, I would choose Orochimaru to find out. I think I could get the most milage out of him, and Orochimaru would absoloutley try to hack into the system for immortality and power or some shit)

I think whatever route I go with w Orochimaru will just depend on what I'm feeling when I get to that point in writing the fic. We will have to see where the story naturally leads me, you know? All of the options are so good, so it's hard to choose

ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASK !!! I love Houhua au so much, I think its so much fun. Ur ask actually reminded me I really have to keep writing chapter 1, so this has kind of spurred me on to go do that

Hopefully I finish and post it soon!

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“Yeah,” Buck smiles weakly. “That’s okay. Thanks, guys.”

Eddie gives him a reassuring nod. 

Buck doesn’t know why he’s handling this so well. All four of them, really. Eddie and Chris. Bobby and Athena. They’re just okay with this. They don’t seem freaked out. They don’t seem uncomfortable. They just seem… Fine. Would Buck be so calm, if he found out Eddie wasn’t Eddie and that he’s actually a green creature from folklore? He doesn’t know. He hopes so, but he can’t see beyond his own circumstance right now. 

“The point is,” Chris continues. “We can try my idea?”

“Yeah,” Buck says. “We can try your idea Chris. I trust you.”

Christopher beams at him. He looks so optimistic. Happy. Not like the hurt, angry kid that left last May.

“I’m sorry,” Buck says. “We should be celebrating you guys coming home. Not worrying about my identity crisis.”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs. “Really selfish of you to not be attacked on a different day. Especially after we didn’t tell you we were coming.”

“Be more thoughtful, Buck,” Chris adds.

Buck rolls his eyes. “Still.”

“I’m just glad we’re here for you now,” Eddie says.

There’s something else in his tone though. Something Buck doesn’t quite get. 

“Me too,” he admits quietly. And, despite Eddie’s words, he feels guilty for the admission.

🟢

They sit on the floor of Eddie’s living room. Chris has Eddie tie a tea towel over Buck’s eyes. 

“This feels silly,” Eddie says.

“It feels like a kidnapping,” Buck adds.

“Your hands aren’t bound, calm down,” Eddie retorts.

“It’s sensory deprivation!” Chris argues.

Buck is iffy on that.  “I have all my other senses?” 

“This is how it happens in the book, Buck!” Christopher insists.

“Sorry,” Buck mumbles.

Chris turns off all the lights in the living room. Buck truly cannot see a thing. He hears Eddie and Chris shuffling around the space, but has no idea what’s going on. He waits, cross legged and skeptical, for something to happen. 

“Okay,” Chris starts. “In the book, Leif thinks of his magic like a cloak. Something invisible, but real.”

“Okay,” Buck replies.

“Shhh,” Chris says. “I’m talking, you’re listening.”

“Christopher!” Eddie scolds.

“Dad! This is important! Buck needs to focus!”

“It’s fine,” Buck mumbles.

“Okay, just… Watch your tone,” Eddie warns. 

“Buck,” Chris continues. “Your magic is like a cloak. Something you can reach out and grab.”

Buck knows better than to respond now, so he just tries to picture it. A cloak. He’s never owned a cloak. Not a cloak sort of guy. He’s not an opera ghost in early 20th century France, for one thing. For another, it’s L.A. Hardly ever cloak weather. But he imagines it anyway. He imagines an old time-y wardrobe he can open with a cloak inside. Mothballs and dust. The whole nine yards. 

“In the book, Leif has to imagine that cloak as what he wants to look like. He has to pick it up and drape it over him. And then he can look like anything.”

Like anything? Not just like himself. Or not himself. But anything? He could choose to look like… Like… What actor would he want to look like if he could look like any actor? No. No, wait. The point isn’t to look like an actor. The point is to look normal. Like the brother Maddie recognizes. Like the man that could show up to his next shift of work. That’s the point. 

“Imagine what you want to see,” Chris says.

Right. Okay, right. He does. He thinks of the photos taken at the medal of valor award ceremony. He’d been actually proud of himself that day. He’d felt good. He has a photo of them. The whole team. Plus Tommy. Unfortunately. But whatever - can’t erase him from that day. Buck imagines himself in that photo. 

[aquaticsoul]

He doesn't ever need to be told twice to do anything anymore, but it's especially true when it has to do with his prince.

Unfortunately, Sitriini has context and more to say. He's halfway between the beds when the words start to sink in, one after the other, anchors that cause his feet to drag against the tiled floor until they stop entirely.

So he wasn't just making up the smell.

Whatever happens to him if you leave is your fault, darling. You know you're filling his place.

His heart jumps up to his throat. The floor feels unsteady.

Still, he inches closer to the sleeping form, dragging himself through the air that now feels as thick as a wall.

The smell is fucking unbearable this close. Unbearable and familiar.

That damned sedative. And she was around Sitriini too - had she hit him with it?

Can his body even take it?

He knows his own can. It's done it at least a few dozen times.

It should have.

It should have, but he's been selfish. He's been running and now he's let her hurt the two people most dear to him.

Now none of them are safe.

Revon is going to be so angry. He has every right to be. Of course he does.

He's angry at himself. He's supposed to protect his liege with everything in him. He's supposed to keep him safe like he always promised, but he just keeps making everything worse for his precious boy. He should have just stayed there. How could he hurt his own bind? How could he let this happen?

He could have taken more. It wasn't to the brink of death yet. It wasn't to a point he couldn't handle another dose of some drug or another day without food. It wasn't bad enough to where he had to leave. He'd just convinced himself it was because he's selfish.

He'd just been tired, but there's not that much of a difference between being tired there and tired here. It's just that when he's tired here, he can curl up in a bed.

Bed isn't that great, is it? Bed isn't worth hurting his Pilvi. Neither is free access to water. And he doesn't actually really need comfort from anyone, does he? He doesn't need to snuggle anyone when he's scared. He doesn't need showers either. Or food, that much - he's used to going without it. He can go back. He doesn't need anything here.

He can go back and she won't hurt Pilvi until his time is actually expired. It isn't as if he's had very much to live for anyway. At least protecting them gives him something to do with himself.

Blue eyes shift up to the window. He hates it out there. He hates the plants. He can feel the vines that dug into his arms and legs, contorting his form at their will for nearly a decade. He can feel them creeping back again. He can hear how they beckon him. He has to leave, yet all he can seem to do is kneel as the sobs overtake him.

"But I don't want to go back," he cries.

What a stupid thing to say. It's not about what he wants. Pets don't get to have wants.

They are allowed whatever their handler chooses to give them.

And yet, he has desires anyway.

"I don't want to be the replacement anymore. I want -"

Care. Attention. Kindness. Sleep. Freedom. Company.

He shuffles further, past where his liege sleeps and closer to the window. His hands are shaking too hard to get the latches open.

"- it doesn't matter," he tells himself, though it still doesn't convince him to stop being so afraid to open the damn window. "Just fix it. Just go back and fix it and stop fucking everything up."

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ He's assuming a bath is a bit of a compromise to keep this damn thing in his arm. It can't be sugar. It can't be that easy. Finding sugar in this fucking world has been damn near impossible except for a few times when it sent his nose into an overdrive so he got as careful and sneaky as possible when he stole it. It can't be so easy that the one thing his body has been craving all these years - the one thing that has been stopping him from fading outright - was just given to him. It seems a precious resource in these lands and the Soil Souls consume it for luxury and pleasure.

They don't need it to survive apparently.

Disgusting.

Somehow it makes him hate the children of Bahamut even more than he had before. They don't even need it but yet they consume it anyway. Meanwhile he needs it. He needs it to live and the things he's had to reduce himself to in order to obtain it-

He can think about those things later or in all honesty never again -he has more important things to think about in the form of one weeping man made of the richest of blue hues. The hue that fills up his eyes and submerges him into the ocean. The hue that brings him into it's depths in a comforting sort of way only he could.

He feels like he's searched for him for lifetimes. Over and over again until he found him. Only to search for him lifetimes more. They keep finding each other and then getting torn apart over and over again so now that he has him in his arms again - well arm with this fucking thing stuck in his arm - he doesn't have any intention of letting him go.

"Rakastan sinua niin paljon." (I love you so much.)

He'll behave. He'll behave if only to make Sielu's life easier. He's glancing over across the room for a moment to the sleeping body of white laying silently in the other bed. Small puffs of mist leaving him as he lay.

"Check on Pilvi." He sounds with a groan of pain. "He - he was slurring his words and acting weird before he passed out. I - I don't know what she did to him. That stupid bitch threw something in his face and it made him get all weird. I'm not going anywhere. He'll be okei, right?"

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. He's nodding as the small human speaks. He wants to know if he can go get a few things from Pilvi's nest to bring them to him while he rests. He doesn't see why it would hurt. Having things of comfort has always helps his Liege and he doesn't see why they wouldn't now - even if he is an adult. He's barely an adult.

"I don't see why that would hurt but he's sank like the night sun right now. He was passed out when Sinfonia brought him to us. Sinfonia said he was acting strangely though."

The knight shifts from one side to the other as he crosses his arms over his chest in worry.

"I was going to go back and sit with him. Perhaps, having his bond might also do him some good."

[just-null]

Wowie rly digging the yandere clone headcanons… how would each react if their darling tried to run away from them?!

You said tried so I assume this was a failed attempt!

Short answer: they get really upset and try making it your fault (shocker.) Ain't no way any of these mfs think they're the problem. Good news! you're mostly unharmed and alive.

This will just be purely writing bc i mostly had thoughts! sorry no drawing this time!!

[cw! mentions of potential harm to reader (no actual harm done), manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics (yandere flavor), obsessive behavior]

Sekido

You're always being hunted the moment the sun comes down and you don't return home in time. Reasons like that are exactly why he hates it when you part from him. 

This time is different.. he can't find you in your usual spots. There's no fucking way, right?

How could you.. No, how DARE you? Do you think that he's some joke? That his feelings for you are something that you can run away from like it's nothing? 

The second he's sure the sun won't harm him, he's already white knuckling his khakkhara, swinging at anything and everything in his path until he gets to you.

They know how to sense if you're near or not, hell, they probably know how your specific blood type smells like. 

Did you think cuddling up to you and memorizing every detail about you was for nothing? Don't be stupid. All he needs is a trace of you and he's gone in the blink of an eye.

You better enjoy running while you can because when he catches you, and he will, those legs of yours won't have much use after he's done with them. 

Sekido doesn't WANT to do this, but you honestly give him no choice. After he trusted you enough to stop looking over his shoulder, you do this? How can he ever put any faith in you again!?

On the bright(?) side, Sekido's rage wouldn't be solely on you, it'll ricochet onto everyone, especially the other clones and himself. 

They were supposed to be looking after you! But they can't do anything right, even a task as simple as this. 

And why did he think it was a good idea to trust them with something of big importance when all they do is fuck everything up!? Everyone's idiocy is rubbing off on him!

The entire time on his search for you, he's cursing and wanting to crush anything he can get his hands on, especially your bones. 

He doesn't even bother with speaking to the others, too busy spewing out all sorts of hurtful and frustrated comments about everything. 

The brutal thought that you’d rather run away than be with him isn't one he wants to entertain, but it's echoing in his head.

At least, once the other clones get there, Karaku and Aizetsu brawl with Sekido so you're unharmed while Urogi carries you overhead. 

Sekido's jealousy flares up when he sees you in Urogi's arms, making him even more pissed if that's even possible. Great, now he looks like the bad guy and the other three, the saviors. Fucking perfect.

There's a lot of yelling and a lot of blood, especially with Urogi making things so much more annoyingly difficult in the air. Karaku and Aizetsu aren't helping. Why is Sekido suddenly the problem?! You ran away!! 

But when he calms down enough, he's cursing at everyone through clenched teeth. Sometimes trying to convince the others that you don't even need your legs anyway!!

Once you get back home (or temporary prison until you somehow regain favor), Sekido will eye your legs while gripping his staff from time to time. 

Exactly why he's forbidden to be in a room alone with you for a while until he settles down..

He glares at you more often and grows colder than before. Arguments are more common where he twists your words just to have you talk with him and be angry within reason. 

Any other type of conversation makes him so irrationally upset that the others need to step in so that he doesn't lose his temper again.

Karaku

The calmest out of the group. He brushes it off as “you're playing hard to get” again, and if he makes a ruckus, you'll scamper back and beg him to stop like always!

Then it gets darker out.. and when Sekido left, he seemed pretty pissed. Like more than usual..... shit.

Karaku sprints after Sekido when it clicks that he's found you. His mind starts reeling, unsure whether he should laugh at the absurdity of your decisions or get pissed off because you didn't even bother to give a hint! 

Not like that would do anything aside from give you away but regardless!

Everyone needs to relax, this is obviously something they can sweep under the rug. This isn't that big of a deal and you're just having a fit, but things like these can get you hurt, y'know? 

They're fun and all, sure, just maybe give him a heads up next time, yeah? Sekido can't take a joke, you know this!!! Still.. There's a way Karaku can work with this.

He'll be able to swoop in, save you, be your hero, and remind you why staying with him is kinda important. Just in case you forgot~ 

You don't wanna be out and about without his charming grin and protective hold would you? Don't answer that right now, he has a feeling you'll say something wrong!

Yet.. what if you need a firmer hand to remind you of what Karaku provides? What if you got a little too comfortable being protected so you thought you'd be alright leaving them? Man, who knew you could be spoiled!

Because of this, he would purposely fumble, letting Sekido get near you just so he can stop him at the perfect moment. He purposely gets hit too and makes sure some blood gets near you. To remind you how that could've been yours.

When Sekido calms down, Karaku laughs in your face and would pinch your cheeks if you weren't up in the air with Urogi on the way home.

You should've seen your face! It was really cute~! Maybe getting scared is your thing? He'll note that for later.

He offhandedly advises you not to do things like that all the time, fighting Sekido always kinda sucks, but it's not like you actually had a chance of successfully running away so he won't chastise you too much for it. 

That's not his job, and his heart hasn’t pumped that fast in a long time.. not even in a fight! You're so amazing~~

And delusional if you think he's not going to milk this “heroism” thing back there for some extra affection points with you. 

Don't be so mean. he got his head blown off twice and jaw dislocated thrice, not to mention everywhere else on his body. Don't you think those parts of him need some extra loving? more than usual?

There's not that much Karaku can say after that aside from reminiscing like it was a funny story. He's not upset about it, mostly a little miffed you got kinda far without him noticing, but he gets over it. 

The usual routine starts back up for him when you're back home. It's like nothing happened, but he keeps a closer eye on you since everyone's so tense.

Urogi

If you're not home before the sun sets, Urogi's clawing at the walls with stress. He usually accompanies Sekido to go find you, but this time is different. Urogi could just barely tell you were around.. When Sekido bolts, Urogi's flying as fast as he can, trying to find you first. 

You're so far.. you must've gotten kidnapped!!!!!

The stress from before burns into anger, expecting to see someone having their hands on you while you're calling out in vain. How could he let this happen?! Damn sun! 

He darts through the skies even faster imagining it, and when he finally reaches you, you look.. fine? and alone. and looking at him like he's the danger. He's here to save you, dummy..

Urogi falls to his knees, burying his face against your stomach and finally wrapping his arms around you again. Your fists violently hit his head and yank fistfuls of hair back, but it doesn't phase him. 

Your comforting warmth is back, that's all that matters. And god, your smell.. it's almost making him dizzy. He missed you so much.

There's many holes to the story in Urogi's head as to why you're so far from home, but he fills them in with more convoluted delusions. It's just a peaceful reunion right now.. 

That is until Sekido finally arrives and starts swinging his khakkhara way too close to your fragile bones. 

Now he's back in defense mode where he scoops you up and tries flying out of reach. This is so stressful!!! There's lightning everywhere and he keeps having to dodge the multiple staffs thrown his way. 

He shields you with his wings as best he can while trying to stay in the air, so you don't get hurt during Sekido's outburst.

In the skies, it's much clearer to see the hurt behind the haunting glow of Urogi's eyes. Did you care about how he might feel? Did you miss him at all? Did you not feel loved enough? Did someone say something to you? 

As he maneuvers the sky, he holds you as tightly as possible, lightly digging his talons into your skin.

Being without you for a couple hours is agonizing enough on its own. If you HAD left him, abandoned, cold, alone.. he doesn't want to think about it. All that matters is that your kidnappers or liars or whatever influenced you are gone, and you're back safe with them!!! 

You.. you still like him, right? Of course you do, fate wouldn't force your paths together if it wasn't for a reason!

Coming back home is uncomfortably tense, especially with how violently Aizetsu kicked Urogi across the room, nearly through the wall, when he tried to lick your wounds clean. It really hurt! 

When you're patched up, Urogi is ten times as clingy if that's possible. He has his arms looped around you constantly so you can't stray too far, and if his hands are busy, he always has his wings!

As happy as he is that you're back, he can't help but cry into your chest sometimes. Everything is so tense nowadays, he hates it! How could you go and do something like that? Apologize immediately! Or at least hold him too? Doubt creeps in a lot, and your attitude isn't helping.. 

His mood swings are stronger. From sobbing uncontrollably into your clothes to being all smiles and radiating with joy the next just because you said something vaguely decent.

Aizetsu

The demotivation started to creep in the second you left. During the day, Aizetsu sits by the door, wanting to be the first one you properly greet. Sekido and Urogi usually bring you back and he'll be the one in your good graces without lifting a finger. That sounds nice.. 

But as the footsteps fade and the silence lingers, Aizetsu feels miserable the longer he waits... Hold on, silence?

Before he realizes what's happening, he's already dashing to where the familiar commotion is coming from. Dread sets in as his legs take him as fast as they can whilst being the slowest of the four. This doesn't feel like they're rushing over to you after a long day, it feels.. dangerous?

What did you get yourself into..? Why do you insist on going to places Aizetsu can't follow? Are you safe? He hates not knowing.

Usually you're the one who's fine. You deal with four demons almost daily! Please please please be okay. He can't fathom it if you were hurt. 

When he gets there, the puzzle pieces fall into place and Aizetsu gets even more depressed, but at least you're not hurt. Well, not if he interferes. His movements are sluggish, a perpetual frown plastered on his face as he tries holding Sekido down. 

Aizetsu wants to dissolve into the floor, and he does sometimes. Not wanting to fight Sekido off anymore, he slumps over. 

This could've been a regular day where you came home.. Are you serious? Leaving? How pitiful could you be to actually think you could get away? Or was it that you wanted to play some sick joke on them? Well, it's not very funny... It's terrible actually.

Aizetsu stays silent on the way home, walking with a bit more energy knowing you're near despite his heart ache.

You can feel the harrowing disappointment radiating off of him the moment you all go back home.

He's tired, annoyed, and so unbelievably upset. Aizetsu grimaced when Urogi got near your scratches with his tongue, so he “politely” ushered him away. 

Knowing a human's weak points is good in battle, but he started trying to learn how to heal them, specifically because he knew these types of things might happen.

As he cleans your scratches, he's actively scolding you for leaving in a cold emotionless tone. And by scolding, he's using manipulative language, trying to make you guilty for everything you did. 

He barely has the energy to live, but now that he finally found his light in the darkness, you want to leave? Is it so wrong he wants to hold onto what makes him even a smidgen happier than usual? He reminds you that he'll wither away without you, but he's not really too keen on dying just yet.

When he tries to get back into a routine, he just can't. He knows why you left, but he doesn't want to hear it. Even if you're sweet to him or not, he'll hold you from behind when you rest.

Looking at you is too much, but being away from you is even worse. Aizetsu compromises this way, but gets quieter, occasionally sniffling when he hides his face behind you.

There's too much going on and he's so tired.. If it weren't for the others, he probably would've held you so tight for so long so that you both would perish together.

Maybe that’s why he's only allowed to hold you when you're asleep. Just please don't do that again.. He NEEDS you. Please, please, please.

Safe to say you gave them a scare. When they double down on the protectiveness, living is ten times more difficult for EVERYBODY. when you lose their trust, it's pretty difficult to gain it back, but not impossible!!

Sekido and Urogi will always assume the worst if you're gone for too long while Karaku and Aizetsu give you a little more freedom until the others drag them along into their worries.

[skunkes]

the bad: i have been raised without much warmth from my parents in childhood, but also pressured to conform to familial authority, doubt myself always, and value familial connections above all else (<- failed at this, and feel guilt about it.)

but also in experiencing this i have been so isolated from the entire rest of the world and others, that it will be nearly impossible to create my own "family" -> find safety and comfort in anybody else once my family is Gone. despite dis i find it really difficult to break away from the familiar, disobey and disappoint, because, well, why are my wishes more important than anybody else's. why would I cause upset and distress in anybody, and exert so much effort into my doubt filled half decisions, for my meaningless little Wishes. being away would also mean less time with these people who I'll never see again once they're gone. being raised this way is definitely paying off for those who did so.

the good: yaaaay adjacent inspiration for writing talon lore

[luck-of-the-drawings]

two wrongs WILL make a right! ive got another lease on life, and im using it well, who cares if this is all fucked up cause we're all GOING TO HELL! IM JUST WILLIAM WHO SHOULD BE DEAD, HAD TO FOLLOW THE THREAD, thought he was just chillin! now he is a villain! HES ALWAYS SUCH A BUMMER, HE WANTS TO TRUST HIS BROTHER WILLIAM IN A HALLWAY BY HIMSEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

[kirisakishidou05]

"[ ...I apologize. I didn't mean to minimize your efforts. ]"

He stumbles as he's pulled forwards, only barely maintaining his balance. He forgot how weak his legs were, like this.

"[ Ah, right... the world. ]"

He almost forgot that it was "ending". After all, it's been that way for quite a while, now.

[ You're so selfish, you know? ]

[ It's their world. They live here. Of course they're worried, millions of lives are at stake ]

He never said he didn't know that.

[ You're acting like it doesn't matter, though. ]

...another bad habit he hasn't shaken, he supposes.

Time will grind it away, he's sure.

Eventually...

You wake up in front of a ruined greenhouse.

In front of you, there is a flower that could potentially be the key to fixing the entire world.

Or be the one destroying it in the first place.

Good luck.

Dear Hero.

"Huh," A cat says right next to you

You are, mostly certain, cats don't talk. But this one continues to speak as if it doesn't know that. "So that's how it sounds like..." @marchleader

He wakes up in a basement.

Again. Like the last who knows how many times.

He stopped counting after... Six hundred and something, he thinks. At least, since she left the last time.

[ not that it matters much, you've not been here nearly long enough. ]

...

He sighs. He just hopes he won't have to do anything rash this time around.

[usarinnpa]

sory thius is so related. quiet vent in tags .please no one feel guilty aboiut anythijng ok? ok we ar ejust having a moment. it will all be ok