#didn’t like the characterization tho | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

evanpeterswhoresblog · 1 year ago

Text

Guilty as Sin?

James Potter x f!reader (mentioned), Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, protected p in v, lots of descriptions of what ifs (you’ll understand with the song), underage smoking, if you squint it may just be cheating but oh well, this is so good to me

summary: someone once told you, there’s no such thing as bad thoughts… right?

word count: 3k

a/n: i’m in love with this song from taylor’s new album!!! sorry if this characterization isn’t what you like but this concept has been eating me alive. i love remus tho. might be a part two if you guys want !!!

part two is here!!

~~~

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me “Downtown Lights”

I hadn’t heard it in a while

~~~

“Oi y/n!”

You turned on your heels at the sound of your name being called. Down the hallway, you could see James Potter striding toward you. Despite the bodies of other students that filled the hall, you could see he was holding something in his hand. It looked big, and as he came closer and closer you could see more and more of what it was.

“Hello James, something I can help you with?” You asked once he was close enough to hear your normal tone. You looked down at his hands, you could see what he was holding clearly, it was a record. And from the cover of it, it looked to be a muggle one. “What’s that?”

James smiled his intoxicating smile and held the record up. “Something for you.”

You gasped and one of your hands moved up to cover your mouth. In his hands, he held the latest album of your favorite singer, Heroes by David Bowie. It had come out in October, and every time you searched for it, it was sold out. You traced your eyes over the beautiful shining black and white cover, you were practically speechless.

“How did you- when did you- James...”

“I have my ways, don’t worry about it,” the black-haired boy replied with a small laugh.

“It’s not close enough to be a Christmas gift, and you know my birthday isn’t till spring,” you observed out loud. Your eyes met his again and you blinked. “So, what’s this for?”

He shrugged. “For the past few weeks, I haven’t been the only one to take notice of how much you’ve been playing Bowie in the common room. And I heard you talking to Moony about how you haven’t got the new album yet... so here it is.”

He held it out to you and with delicate hands, you accepted the gift, still amazed. “James, you didn’t have to.”

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,” he said as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’m surprised Moony didn’t already get it for you.”

“Yeah...” You looked down for a moment before meeting his eyes again, and you smiled. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Play it tonight, put it to use. Anyway, I’ve got to run, I’m supposed to be helping Peter with his Charms homework. See you at dinner.”

He gave you another smile before turning and walking back the way he came. You were too preoccupied with the flawless record in your hands to say goodbye. For a split second, you felt your heart flutter with a feeling you knew you shouldn’t have felt. So, you pushed it away and restarted your walk to the dungeons.

You knew better than to let those thoughts linger in the open hallway.

~~~

My boredom’s bone-deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

~~~

“James got that for you?”

You had just put the record on, and the sound of David Bowie's voice began to fill the Gryffindor common room. Your cheeks almost hurt from how much you’d been smiling. On one of the couches, your boyfriend Remus sat, his typical book in his lap. You turned and flung yourself on the open spot next to him, nodding your head to the beat of the song.

“Yeah, he gave it to me earlier, isn’t it wonderful?”

Remus nodded; his eyes locked on his book. “It’s definitely something.”

You rolled your eyes. “You like Bowie too last I checked.”

“You play him so much I’m surprised not everyone likes him,” Remus replied. Suddenly he shut his book and turned his head to look at you. For a split second, you felt hope that he was going to just listen with you. But of course, that wasn’t the case. Instead, he rose from the couch. “I can’t concentrate with it playing, I’m going to go read in my dorm.”

“But we barely spend any time together Rem, unless it’s a shag,” you protested, anger suddenly taking you over. “When’s the last time we went on a proper date? Or anything at all? I’m so bored of this.”

Remus as usual, kept his composer and showed no sign of any emotion. “If you’re so bored you’re welcome to leave me.”

“You know that’s not what I want,” you said.

“Then I’m not sure what to tell you. You’re welcome to join me, you know where to find me.”

He left before you could say anything else.

You ran your hands over your face in frustration. How did your relationship come to this? You started dating Remus in fifth year, and it had been the happiest moment of your life. He was your first love, the boy you shared almost all of your firsts with actually. You loved him more than anyone, yet it never seemed to be enough. So, you began to give up.

After all, it was your last year at Hogwarts, after it ended, you’d never have to see him again. Because really, was so much pain worth a moment of happiness? You didn’t believe so anymore.

Instead of following him up to his dorm as you would have the year prior, you simply laid back on the couch and enjoyed the first listen of the album.

~~~

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight, he’s a paradox

I’m seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

~~~

The first time you ever thought of James in the way you knew you shouldn’t be was about a year into your relationship with Remus. After he had begun his distant behavior, his cold manners, and all those awful things. Previously, you had only ever felt attracted to the one Marauder. You saw Peter as a sweet little brother, you saw Sirius as an older annoying brother, and you saw James as well, a friend. That was until one late December night.

You and Remus had one of your arguments and you went outside for a smoke to help with your anxiety. For a few minutes, you sat in silence, the cold air and smoke in your lungs a great distraction from the boiling fears that consumed your mind. You were afraid to lose Remus. More than afraid. So, you inhaled a deep puff of the cigarette to focus on something else.

“You’ll catch a cold out here you know.”

You jumped at the sudden sound of a voice. James sat next to you, and you were perplexed at how he managed to sneak into the spot so quietly. You were also confused as to why he was there in the first place.

“If that’s the case then why are you out here?” You questioned as you let out a cloud of smoke.

He held up his hand and you passed it to him. “I had a... date anyway Filtch was in the corridor, so I ran out here. I doubt he followed, he and Mrs. Norris hate this time of year.” He inhaled a deep breath and passed the cigarette back to you. “Why are you out here?”

“A date? Is that what they call a shag now?” You laughed for a few seconds before your frown resurfaced. “Remus and I had a disagreement. We both said some nasty things, I needed to clear my head.”

“Ah, lovers quarrel. Are you all right? Remus can say some pretty nasty things when he’s mad,” James said as he pushed his glasses back up his nose.

You stared at him in silence for a moment. Never before had you realized how attractive he really was. Sirius was known to be the most attractive of the Marauders, but his crude personality, at least in your opinion, always outshined his natural features. James, however, since the start of sixth year, had matured. That meant he was no longer solely physically attractive; he also had an attractive personality. He was funny, caring, outgoing, and a leader. And of course, he was six feet tall with curly black hair and a perfect smile. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?

You swallowed away the tingly feeling that shot through your fingers as you passed him the cigarette again.

He’s your boyfriend's best mate, stop thinking like that. You thought to yourself.

But as you watched him exhale another breath of smoke you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how his perfect lips would feel against yours.

“I’m sure you two will make up by the end of the night, he really loves you,” he spoke. His eyes caught yours, you could see the small smirk on his all too good-looking lips. “Who wouldn’t fancy a girl like you anyway?”

“A lot of guys actually,” you responded.

His hazel eyes were practically glowing. “They’re blokes. Have you seen yourself y/n? You’re pretty, smart, funny, and you have a fascinating music taste. And anything Remus might’ve said to make you feel less than perfect well... he didn’t mean it. Trust me, that wouldn’t be possible.”

You laughed. “What? Me being less than perfect or Remus meaning what he said?”

“Both,” James answered.

He must’ve felt it too. That pull. You almost considered moving closer to him, but before you could make the decision James stood. You were relieved, the spell was broken. Your senses came back. You shouldn’t have even thought about what it would feel like to kiss James Potter.

“Let’s get back up to the tower, it’s pretty fucking cold,” he said.

You only nodded and threw your cigarette to the ground, crushing it with your sneaker after you stood. “All right.”

The two of you walked back up silently and you were greeted by an apologetic Remus. As he held you in his arms though, all you could think about were the thoughts you had previously thought.

~~~

What if he’s written “mine” on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze, I’ve screamed his name

Building up like waves crashing over my grave

~~~

You gripped the red sheets of Remus’s bed so hard your knuckles turned white. Your breathing was heavy and unsteady. You tried to lean your head up to kiss him, but he wasn’t paying attention. It was something you’d grown used to. He liked to fuck you hard, not soft, not lovingly. No. He liked it intensely. You did too, but you also liked being gently taken care of.

Too bad he didn’t enjoy that anymore.

“Rem I-”

“I’m- almost done.” He cut you off, his breathless voice which once made you squirm now made you angry.

It was despicable, it was so wrong. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from doing it.

You closed your eyes and began to imagine someone else on top of you. Instantly, you felt a rush of heat to your cheeks at the picture in your mind. He would be so much more careful, and considerate. You’d heard from many girls how good of a lover he was. All of them would dote on how much he liked pleasing them. With his fingers, his mouth, and his...

You tried to squeeze your thighs together.

You should’ve stopped, you knew that. But your mind kept going.

You pictured him on top of you. His curls would be so soft. His hands would be callused from Quidditch. He’d use them on you, make you cum over and over again. You imagined how he’d curl his fingers so perfectly inside you.

“That’s it, my perfect girl,” he’d whisper to you as he went on with it. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you?”

Suddenly, without warning, you felt yourself reach a peak you hadn’t reached in a while. You squeezed your eyes shut and came at the thought of how good James Potter's praises would make you feel.

When Remus was done, he lay next to you on the bed breathless. “You came?”

You only stared at the top of his bed. “Yeah.”

~~~

These fatal fantasies

Giving way to labored breath, takin all of me

We’ve already done it in my head

If it’s make-believe

Why does it feel like a vow we’ll both uphold somehow?

~~~

There was something so exhilarating about being around James. Especially when the two of you were alone. It was as though every time the two of you had a moment alone, he gave you another reason to keep your fantasies going. Often, it made you wonder if he knew of your terrible thoughts.

The two of you sat by the black lake, the rest of your friends were further away playing a game of football. It was funny watching Lily get frustrated trying to explain the rules to Sirius, but it was even funnier when James commented on it from beside you.

“Oh no, he picked it up again. Evans is almost turning as red as her hair, I worry for her health,” the boy with glasses joked.

You snorted. “She’s going to have a heart attack from that boy mark my words.”

“I believe that. ‘Suppose it’s a good thing she’s thinking about becoming a Healer,” he replied.

You threw your head back as you laughed, one of your hands flying up to grip James’s arm. After a few seconds though, you composed yourself and pulled your hand off him as though it had been burned. Your eyes immediately found Remus across the field. He paid you no mind.

“Y/n can I ask you something a little personal?” James asked.

Your eyes met his and you didn’t hesitate to nod. “Sure.”

“You and Remus, things aren’t good between the two of you.”

“What gave that away?” You faked a smile. “But that’s not a question love.”

He really smiled. “I know. Sorry. My question was why are you still with him if things between the two of you are like this? I understand being in love, Merlin I tried to get Evans to go out with me for ages. But you and Moony... You used to be in our room all the time, you guys used to be so happy and I dunno around each other. Do you guys even go out anymore? I haven’t seen a snog between the two of you in a while.”

You inhaled a deep breath, your attention moving to the blade of grass between your fingers. “I suppose I’m afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Yes, afraid. Rem he- he's my first everything and I dunno. If we broke up the friend group would be torn, and everything would be complicated. I suppose it’s just easier this way,” you answered. You hadn’t been this honest about how you felt in a long time. It felt good. And it felt even better when you caught James’s caring eyes.

“Do you love him?”

His question caught you off guard. “I did. I still think I do.”

You watched him look across the field for a few seconds before he did something you never would’ve expected. Ever so gently, he placed his hand over yours on the grass. All you could do was stare wildly into his eyes. Was this supposed to make your heart race and your face red?

“I care about you y/n, and I care about Remus as well. I want what’s best for both of you and if I’m being honest, I don’t think that’s with each other,” he said softly.

“Have you said this to him then?” You questioned, you found it hard to breathe with the feeling of his rough hand on yours.

James nodded. “Of course I have. He doesn’t like advice that much though.”

“He really doesn’t does he?” You mumbled.

“No, he doesn’t. But either of you can talk to me about anything. You know that right? You don’t have to be afraid of anything y/n. Even if you do break up I’ll be here for you, you won’t be alone. Course you have Lily and Mary and Marlene as well but...” You watched his face change as he trailed off. “I dunno. I thought it would be different with me.”

“Different?” You held your breath. “How so?”

His thumb moved across your skin; you bit down on your lip.

“You know...” he trailed off again, his voice quieter than before.

All you could think about was how good it would feel to pounce on top of him and kiss him till you couldn’t breathe. You’d do it, even out there in the open. You imagined how intense and fast it would be. A few minutes at most but a lifetime of pleasure no doubt. He’d make you feel things you hadn’t felt in ages, he’d do whatever you asked. That’s just the person he was.

“James, you don’t even know the half of it,” you admitted softly.

“Love, I think I do.”

You could’ve fainted right then and there. His eyes were so mesmerizing, his voice sent goosebumps all over your body. It was terrible, despicable, and tragic. But oh, how fucking good it felt to be seen again. And as it seemed, James really saw you.

“James we can’t-”

“We aren’t doing anything.” He leaned closer to you. “And besides there’s no such thing as bad thoughts. Only your actions talk.”

“So you-”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“James...”

“I know I must sound like a god-awful prat but believe me I don’t want the two of you to break up so we can... No. I want you two to break up because both of you are miserable. And I do really care about the both of you, you’re my mates.” He explained quickly.

You turned back to the field and saw Remus slowly approaching. Without thinking you ripped your hand away from James’s as fast as you could and stood up. You took a few deep breaths before you looked down at James.

“If Remus and I do break up, I want you to know it’s not because of... all right?”

“All right.” He nodded.

“Good,” you said before turning and making your way out to Remus.

You knew what he wanted to do, and you would oblige.

You had about ten thousand more fantasies to think of during it anyway.

482 notes · View notes

celestie0 · 1 year ago

Text

MASSIVE gojo x reader fanfic rec (no spoilers)

ok i know a lot of my followers are gojo girlies and i just need to put yall onto this fucking fanfiction because i just read the latest release for it and i’m genuinely tweaking rn🧍🏻‍♀️

@lostfracturess ‘s amazing work called “symptoms & causes” - a medical au

[image pulled from her masterlist]

let me just…let me just try to even gather the reasons why you need to add this to your tbr lists (weekend is comin up too so perfect time)

characterization of gojo satoru.

gojo in this fic is characterized so fucking well, from chapter one. there are so many distinctive ways miss lostfractures goes about building his aura (word of mouth/reputation, dialogue, expository, primary interactions, secondary interactions, etc.) it reminds me of the show where gojo just has this energy to him that you can't tear yourself away from i picture him in this fic to be unrelenting, unforgiving, morally grey, with an undertone of softness yet still feral through it all,, basically gojo during shibuya arc LOL. i looove reading cute silly boy gojo fics sm (he’s so baby) but THIS fic explores the borderline wicked side of him that is so thrilling, unique, and rare to find i think in this fandom’s collection of works. it’s just so fucking good.

forbidden romance.

UGGHH i love stories w forbidden romance. in this one, it’s med student reader x professor gojo (additional power dynamics in that he’s a senior surgeon in her field and also a research mentor in her study of interest…TRIPLE THREAT DAMN). i love how miss lostfractures doesn’t shy away from reminding the reader that it’s wrong, and that they shouldn’t be doing this. that’s my fave part of forbidden romances like yesss remind me again why this is all so wrong but let’s still do it anyways LOL <333

reader’s voice.

i’ve LOVED reader since the beginning, so relatable, emotionally mature, all her flaws are so believable & her strengths are shown seamlessly. it’s just so much fun to read because i’ll literally have a thought like “hmm…that (something a character said/did) doesn’t sound very convincing” and then the next line will be something like “he didn’t sound very convincing” like!!! me and s&c reader?? we’re locked in like this fr🤞🏼 like gojo’s domain expansion fingers

escapism.

everything in this story feels so damn real it’s insane. the pacing is stunning, love the utilization of stacks of scenes that are sort of short but so concise, enough to be a smooth read but still descriptive enough to entirely transport you into the world that’s being built. cannot praise the writing in this story enough. also the variety of ways that scenarios are made that pull characters closer to one another?? so creative. as someone who works in a research lab, studied bio in college (some of the fkn biochem stuff that comes up in this fic gives me heart attacks lmfaooo pls im traumatized), and has worked in clinics/hospitals it just itches my brain so damn good. you’ll be convinced you’re a brilliant med student while you read this fic.

writing.

the writing is just. so. good. it’s so good. better than most PUBLISHED works i’ve read. i really can't say much other than that, you just have to go see for yourself.

—

if any of these reasons speak to you, i highly recommend you check the fic out. just a note tho it does have some dark themes but you can find all the tags/warnings on her page!

OK BYE

509 notes · View notes

fistfuloflightning · 5 months ago

Text

#this is so funny to me#bc svsss is just grabbing a handful of characters and throwing them at a wall.#whatever sticks is the ship that you’re going to read/write/draw about.#‘let’s see….’ *scoops up a bunch of svsss characters and yeets them*#alright we got tlj sqh and ygy! LETS GOOOOO!!!#but yeah#going into tcgf after svsss is like whiplash fandom wise#shipping in any fandom should be like svsss#the world would be a better and happier place

I noticed a bit of tunnel vision when dipping my toes in that pond and that’s another reason I backed away from tgcf—but the foundation of svsss fandom was made for tossing characters on a roulette wheel and going from there. Mdzs is similar as well and seems pretty open minded towards non canonical ships (at least in the little corners I inhabit. except hardcore Wangxian shippers scare me—I know there’s a fair amount of nice ones out there and I love you, but unfortunately the scary ones usually get the limelight). But this is why I like the svsss/mdzs communities—it’s like making a massive puzzle with multiple people and you’re comparing puzzle pieces with each other and sometimes they fit and sometimes they don’t. But you’re all working towards making the puzzle whole and that’s what makes the whole process fun

I'm highkey disgusted at the hate sent towards people who ship different things in TGCF. Let those people live their lives and love their ships. I have seen cute and beautiful artwork for ships like Huayin, fenglian, mulian, and other ships and I see so much hate. Sure, Hua Cheng waited 800 years for Xie Lian, but these people aren't spreading hate. To send death threats and mean comments to people who ship HUAYIN specifically is disgusting.

If you have hated on these ships or people enjoying these ships please dni w me. You can not like a ship but what happened to fandom culture? Smh y'all would not survive SVSSS shipping.

There is one artist I enjoy specifically who gets so much hate for their Huayin and they really don't deserve it because from what I have seen they seem like a kind person and the hate is unnecessary. I will scroll on tiktok and see people being like "Huayin makes no sense and I can't stand people who ship any of the main ship with other people" and in the comments it's like "this is about that one huayin artist isn't it"

SHUT THE FUCK UP HOLY SHIT. do not hate on people for enjoying a ship that is LEGAL and can make sense. Huayin can be cute and I enjoy the fanart a lot, and I am saying this as one of the biggest Quanyin and hualian lovers.

Rarepairs also hold a special place in my heart. If you can like rarepairs in other fandoms you can ignore ones you don't like in TGCF.

I am not trying to pick a fight and am not trying to say i am a proshipper. Proshipping IS disgusting and I do not support it but will not stand on hate for people shipping LEGAL AND UNRELATED CHARACTERS.

"MXTX doesn't want people to ship-" IT WILL INEVITABLY BE SHIPPED THIS IS FANDOM WE'RE TALKING ABOUT AND THIS IS ALSO PEOPLE WE ARE TALKING ABOUT. Would you stop shipping Quanyin, Fengqing, or anything else if she said she didn't like it? Or in other fandoms authors don't want people to ship VERY POPULAR ships but those are very often ignored. Mxtx cannot control her fanbase and as an author understands that stuff will inevitably be shipped in different ways. Like I said: SVSSS. Nobody gets mad at them for shipping Liu Qingge and Shen Yuan, do they? They move past it, TGCF fandom should learn from them.

This does not get addressed enough in this fandom and it really just makes me sad seeing all the hate :/. Especially on nice people. Sorry for the more serious post than usual but it makes me super upset seeing the disgusting things thrown at artists.

Thank you, love you guys 🫶

#me the uncultured swine that’s barely read the book and still ended up shipping bailian lmao #leave the shippers alone #this is why I dropped the Under the Oak Tree fandom like it was a hot potato #so much toxic gatekeeping of ships #I wrote one (1) ruth/maxi fic and ppl crawled out of the woodwork to tell me how I characterized them wrong #and that’s NOT how they would act or speak and that I didn’t understand them and that maxi would only ever love riftan #and how dare I kill him off (even tho it was literally necessary for the plot and I would have kept him alive if it didn’t require it) 🙄#we read the same manhwa but some people refuse to look outside the box much less acknowledge there IS a box #that the main cp is be all end all and that you can’t play around with dynamics and characters like dolls #I deleted the most hateful/nasty comments but what can you do?#I’ll say it again #LEAVE. THE. SHIPPERS. ALONE.#if you have nothing constructive or nice to say DONT SAY IT #mxtx #mdzs #svsss #tgcf #fandom

75 notes · View notes

kurishiri · 8 months ago

Text

alfons v.s. ring . . . ring schwartz epilogue 💍

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: suggestive undertones.

Kate: If it’s come to this... then let’s do it! I mean, pretending to do naughty things!

Ring: Y-yeah, I do know that’s our only choice here, but... there’s no way I could do it.

R: Um, those kinds of things... I’ve never actually done them before!

R: But... s-since you’re really cute... I’m sure you have plenty of experience and whatnot...!

Kate: W-what do you mean, ‘plenty,’ there’s no way I have that much experience! Anyway, forget about that, we need to do something about this...

K: Ring, you go shake and push on the bed to make it creak!

K: And I’ll listen in on the other room and make sounds to match!

Ring: ...That seems more doable.

Ring went atop the bed and started to jump on it.

The bed did start creaking, to be sure, but it also was making some jarring noises that made me think the bed was really about to break down.

Kate: Could you be a bit more gentle though, Ring? It’s too much...!

Ring: Oh, umm, then... how about this!?

He briskly stepped off the bed before he put both hands on the bed and started to push down.

By doing so, he could create a good creaking sound that didn’t go too far.

Woman’s voice: The bed from the room next door has started creaking.

Man’s voice: In that case, they’re probably just a pair of lovebirds. Guess we were worrying ourselves over nothing.

Woman’s voice: ...That said, don’t you think it’s strange that there’s not a peep from the other side?

(Oh, that’s right! I have to make noise too.)

Kate: Ah, ahh... ahhn...

Ring: H-hey, um. I can’t say I’ve heard others doing you-know-what before, so I may be wrong, but...

R: When women do, you know, the deed, do they really sound this monotone...?

Kate: I mean, we’re not actually doing it, so that makes it harder...

Woman’s voice: The panting from the room next door sounds a bit strange, wouldn’t you say?

Man’s voice: It sounds real flat...

(First Ring, and now the two in the next room over are doubting me too...! At times like these, then...!)

Kate: I-I’m really, really sorry! I’ve been told by a lot of partners that my panting sounds suuuper flat!

At this point, I decided to play into the role of ‘a woman whose pants sound flat’ as I raised my voice.

Ring: N-no matter how you are, I won’t mind at aaalll!

While continuing to push down on the bed, Ring returned a fitting line in response.

...Very monotonously, may I add, for the both of us.

Woman’s voice: ...Huh, I guess they really are just one odd couple.

Man’s voice: I mean, seeing as they’re using a room of a strange manor like this, that would be a given, probably.

Kate: Oh, thank goodness, it seems they’ve bought the act...! Let’s keep this up then!

Ring: Alright... but, sorry, I’m a bit hot, so I’ll take my jacket off.

Seeing as the bed is hard, having to push down hard enough to make sounds continuously must have taken a considerable amount of stamina.

With that, Ring casually took off his top layer and put it aside.

(...)

Maybe because of the way his clothes fit his body so well, his well-trained muscles were brought to the surface.

The sweat that came from shaking the bed moved traced the back of his neck, making him quite sexy.

Ring: ...Kate? Is there something wrong?

Kate: N-no, not at all! It’s nothing——

Taken aback at having become more conscious of Ring, my legs buckled suddenly,

and, preparing for the impact, I closed my eyes then and there.

Kate: ...!

(Hm? Wait, it doesn’t hurt...?)

Ring: Are you okay?

When I slowly opened my eyes, there Ring was, nearby, as he asked with a touch of worry in his voice.

(So Ring is the one who saved me and stopped the fall...)

Our bodies were touching, and I could feel his body was a bit warmer than mine, and he gave off a pleasant, earthy scent.

(Even though he’s holding me in his arms, he seems completely unperturbed... his appearance hardly betrays the fact he must be training regularly.)

(...Wait, what in the world are you looking at, Kate!?)

Kate: T-thank you for saving me. I’ll let go now.

Ring: ...Wait.

Kate: Huh...

When his earnest voice stopped me stiff, Ring’s hand gently slid to my cheek.

(W-what the...!?)

Ring: Your face is all red. Did you hit it somewhere?

(Oh... so he was worried for me.)

Kate: N-no, I didn’t. I’m fine.

Ring: But...

Kate: It’s just... we’re so close together that I’m a bit nervous... is all...

Ring showed no sign of pulling away himself, so I opted to give him an honest answer then. And when I did, Ring also turned red, as though it had moved over from me to him.

Ring: I-I see... then, umm, I’m glad if you’re okay.

R: Sorry for keeping you like that. ...And should we continue then? What we were doing before, I mean.

After that, we continued our act of panting and shaking the bed until we exited the room.

Ring looked exhausted as we exited the room, and there was Alfons, waiting out in the hallway.

Alfons: Thank you for your hard work. Now then, were you able to listen in for what we needed?

Kate: Yes, all of it and everything...

Alfons: My word, is that a hoarse voice I hear? And not only that...

A: I see Ring has stripped his outer layer off and is positively sweaty as well.

A: Would it be safe to assume... you two have gone aaall the way, by any chance?

Ring & Kate: “No!” “Absolutely not!”

Fin.

will vs darius jude vs nica alfons vs ring

← prev fin

END NOTES: this story was so silly and makes me smile whenever i read it, haha. ring seems to be the most popular of the vogel trio, seeing he has gotten a dark mafia design, and it’s not hard to see why. his charm is in his innocence, and it’s like a breath of fresh air in this game, and i hope i could capture it too.

i’m overall curious about all the vogel members and feel this story event is a strong debut for all three. thank you for reading, and hope you enjoyed! i’d love to hear your thoughts as well ♡

full masterlist 🪞💍

#the silly #i saw that end coming loll #ikemen villains #ikevil #イケメンヴィラン #ikevil ring #ikevil ring schwarz #ring schwarz #ring schwartz #ikemen villains ring #cybird ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen series #otome game #otome #ikevil translation #ikevil translations #div: cafekitsune

185 notes · View notes

ljubimaya · 2 months ago

Text

♱ 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 Baji Keisuke x Reader: 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

♱SYNOPSIS: A call late at night alerted you of the declining health of your grandma. Taking matters into your own hands, you decided to travel to her small village far away from your big city life, only to make an encounter that would change your life.

♱T/W: fem bodied reader/afab reader (no pronouns used tho), aged up characteres (20+), mentions of death, mentions of an unnamed illness, predator-prey dynamic, a tiny bit suggestive, but otherwise, this chapter's really plot heavy, also not proofread, eventuell dark content and smut in the following parts so mdni

♱W/C: 7.8k words

Masterlist Next

It was another sleepless night for you. You crouched over your bright laptop, fingers gliding over your keyboard in record time as you tried to finish your coursework. You’ve already gotten used to this – to pull all-nighters to meet your self imposed academic goals, to bounce from university to your part time job to hitting the library to revise your notes and add new information you’d find in the books. Occasionally, you would have enough energy and time to visit the gym near your apartment. Caffeine might do wonders to your productivity, but running on the treadmill while listening to a True Crime podcast has saved your mental health from completely collapsing. Plus, your roommate told you physical activity helps with academics, which is an added bonus.

Your fingers hurt from typing out your thoughts, feeling stiff from the lack of breaks. You rationalized it with the upcoming holidays, knowing you would have a few weeks to yourself after the seemingly never-ending exam weeks. After you’d finish this, you could curl up in your warm bed, breathe in the clean smell of your freshly washed sheets instead of inhaling the smell of old books and caffeine - which you didn’t mind that much, they just didn’t help you fall asleep like the new washing detergent your roommate raved over. After you’d finish this, you could also finally stop complaining to said roommate about this particular essay.

Truth be told, you would have been finished with this maybe a week ago, but your roommate, Emma Sano, had to drag you from club to club to get her mind off the guy she was interested in. The blonde woman knew the ways to your heart, so she looked at you, teary-eyed, and told you how she was sick and tired of his hot and cold ways. You, too, were sick and tired of it, especially since you knew he was head over heels with her but somehow couldn’t pull his head out of his ass to finally confess. So, instead of wiping her tears away and trying to explain that sometimes, men are just like that and that he actually loves her, that she should reach out to him and tell him how she felt, you let her take your hand and usher you into your room. Somehow, her tears dried fast whenever you’d allow Emma to dress you up for any occasion, so you let it happen, ignoring the nagging voice in your head to rip yourself free from her grip and run to the library to finish your essay.

You shook your head at the memory. You really couldn’t afford to distract yourself now, not when you had literal hours to turn in your essay.

So you leaned your head to the side, wrapping your lips around the plastic straw attached to the huge, lavender coloured flask Emma got you for your last birthday and taking a huge sip of the hot coffee inside. You felt the caffeine rush through your body, your heartbeat quickening from the copious amount of the bitter beverage you have already consumed.

You were in the zone, about to finally finish this essay and turn it in on time, but fate had other plans. You were ripped out of your focused state by the sudden vibration of your phone. This was pretty standard for you whenever you were in the library; you’d silence your phone so you would be able to work as efficiently as you could. Today, you must have just turned off your ringtone and forgotten about the vibration.

Gonna get a heart attack, you thought begrudgingly, taking a deep breath to calm your hammering heart before looking around to see if you were alone in the library - which you were. Thankfully.

Next, you looked at the caller’s ID - it was your mom. Eyebrows knitted in confusion. You were thrown off. Usually, it would have been Emma calling you at this hour to get you to come back home. Alarm bells run in your head already. You knew that your mom wouldn’t call you at 2.30 a.m. if she just wanted to talk - this must be urgent.

“Hello? Mom?” you whispered into the phone, trying to be quiet to respect the library’s rules. Instead of your mother’s usual cheery voice, you were listening to silent sobs and sniffs. Your heart felt heavy upon hearing your mother’s soft crying “Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Oh honey, where do I even start?” She replied shakily. You heard her taking a deep breath, before she continued with a more stable voice “I know this is a bad time, and I’m so sorry to call you at this hour. You must have been asleep already, but I just needed to call you” You remained silent, not wanting to correct her. Knowing her, she would drop whatever subject she called you for to scold you about you staying in the library in the dead of the night, so you let it be.

“It’s about your grandmother” Your breath hitched “She is - her health is declining” your mother choked up. She must have been in your grandmother’s village to take care of her, just like she told you two weeks ago. A few months ago, your grandfather passed away, leaving your grandmother to live alone in her cottage in the middle of nowhere. Grief left its marks on her, for she refused to eat and got so sick it left her bedridden and unable to attend her husband’s funeral. Ever since, it seemed like a stagnant decline. Your relatives pitched in, traveling far distances to take care of her. This time, it was your mother’s turn to stay with her.

“She has a high fever and can’t walk anymore. That stubborn woman declines every meal I make her and doesn’t even want to see the doctor” Your mother vented “She’s fallen asleep maybe ten minutes ago after I forced her to eat some vegetable soup”

“Man, soup? That’s barely a meal” Your mother sighed through the phone “I know, but that’s better than her not eating anything” She paused again, voice stabilizing after her little rant “I can’t stay here any longer. I only took two weeks off of work, and none of your aunts, uncles, or cousins are able to come. I can’t leave her alone here either. God knows what will happen if I leave this woman unmonitored”

Your eyes wandered to the digital clock of your laptop. 2.37 a.m., you would have roughly three more hours to finish and edit your essay and turn it in. Realistically, you knew you needed every single second of those three hours - it would be an academic miracle if you finished and edited it before duetime. But you weren’t thinking about the precious seconds slipping through your hands like sand.

“When will you leave for home?” You whisper-asked into your phone. The woman on the other line sighed deeply “In about two days, but I might have to stay for longer. I have already talked to my boss about possibly doing work from home, but the internet connection here is as unpredictable as the weather here” Your mother abruptly paused. A muted creaking broke the silence with small tapping noises following suit “Honey, I gotta hang up soon. I think your grandma’s awake again”

“Mom, you don’t have to stay with grandma any longer. I will pack my suitcase in the morning and take the first train to her village” You quickly interjected before your mother could hang up the phone - which she has been doing rather often since she started to skip on her nightly eight hours of sleep in favor of monitoring her mother’s health. One moment, you would be talking about the newest assignments your asshole of a professor would give you, only to be met with the deafening beeping sound before the line went silent. While it was annoying for you, you knew you would be rushing to her bed if your own mother was ill, so you let it slide.

This time, you were faster than your mother. Thank God you were faster than her.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured to come here and take care of your grandmother” she hesitated, guilt and the slur of tiredness etched into her voice “I know you are very busy with your university courses, and me and your grandma are super proud of you for following this hard academic path. I wouldn’t want to stand between you and your ambition, sweetheart, and neither does your grandma” Warmth flooded your body at your mother’s praises, but oh are you your mother’s daughter - stubborn to the core.

No amount of sweet talking could change your mind if you have already decided on what to do; your mother knew this too well as well, being the prime victim to your unbending will to fulfill what you deem fit. So you were all in to put your foot down at all costs.

“I understand, mom, but neither of you could ever hinder my academics. Seeing as winter break is starting soon, I see it as the perfect opportunity to step in momentarily and take care of grandma. Besides, I haven’t had the time to visit her since grandpa passed away. I would rather see her alive now rather than attend her funeral with a heavy conscience” You stuttered out the last part. Getting emotional over your own words wasn’t what you intended. You didn’t even want to bring up your grandma’s possible death. Your mother was stressed as she is, and you didn’t want to make her worry more than she already was. Having noticed your slip up - curse you self-inflicted sleep deprivation - you took a few deep breaths and felt your racing heart calm down before continuing “I just want to help out too, mom. I wanna help her get better if I can”

You were met with tense silence. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, nervously chewing on it as you waited for your mother to reply back to you. Of course, she would much rather take care of her mother on her own. If you had to put yourself into her shoes, you probably would have told your daughter not to worry, that you got this, that while you appreciate her for offering her help that she still should focus on her life goals. Not because she is incapable, but because you would see it as your duty to care for your mother, where she was the one bedridden and refusing to eat.

“You know what? You are right, you could lend your grandma a helping hand” your mother finally whispered into the speaker “To be honest, I am at the end of my wit. I don’t know how to help her, or get her to even go to the doctor to get a formal checkup” The woman sighed, tiredness seeping through her tone “I would be more than grateful to you if you could come here. Only if it’s not an inconvenience for you”

“Of course not” the words shot from your mouth, faster than bullets could hit their target. For the first time in your life, you were ecstatic about being wrong. Newfound energy rushed through your veins into your brain. You were determined to help your grandma recover, and you were motivated to put some weight off your mother’s shoulders.

Nodding to yourself, you announced “Then it’s settled! I will be making my way to grandma’s first thing in the morning” More rustling sounds came from your mother’s end along with her sighing “I can’t thank you enough, honey. I will go check up on grandma and head to bed now. You should go back to sleep, tomorrow’s going to be a long day for you”

Your breath hitched. As you wished your mom a good night and hung up, you were faced with the severity of your decisions. Not only did you promise to go to bed right after hanging up, knowing fully well you were still in the library, but you also agreed to travel to your grandmother’s village in less than five hours. The warmth you were feeling quickly diminished as you remembered your unfinished assignment and the ticking clock. Time truly slipped through your fingers like sand, especially since you were talking twenty minutes on the phone.

So you threw yourself back into your work, typing long sentences on your keyboard at record time, yoursole motivator being finishing your assignment and rushing back home to get at least a good three hours of sleep.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

You were spent. Having had two hours to wrap up with your assignment was a hard challenge, but you persevered and turned it in at the very last minute. Usually, you would have not only started the assignment earlier than you did this time, but you would have been extra meticulous with the editing process. Today, however, you haven’t had the time to spare your assignment even a glance before you sent your fifteen page document to your professor. You didn’t want to think of the possible mistakes you made - not that you were able to form a coherent thought at all after the emotional rollercoaster. All you truly could think about was crawling under your freshly washed blankets and falling asleep.

So you made your way from your university library to your apartment. Striding through the night was usually nerve wrecking for you. You’d walk fast through the less crowded streets, paying no mind to the cat calls of drunken men and vulgar expressions of perfectly conscious men. You have learned quickly that fighting off intoxicated men was easier than sober men after you have enrolled in your current uni, but your preferred method of staying safe is having them not perceive you at all - which was the reason you would walk faster as soon as the street light would turn on. There was no reason you had to stay outside anyway, might as well hurry home to hit the hay.

This night wasn’t any different. You saw sketchy looking people in all corners, in the bus, in the subway, and even in your apartment complex. Before you knew it, you were no longer maneuvering your way home between trash cans and other people enjoying the nightlight. You stood before your apartment door, fishing your keys out from your heavy university bag before putting the keys in and turning them before you could twist the handle.

You tried to open and close the door behind you as quietly as you could before slipping off your warm boots and putting them neatly next to the door. Your clothed feet made contact with the cold, hard floor. You and Emma have been resourceful, trying not to overspend on heating and light since you two barely made ends meet. So if someone would leave a room and forget to turn off the lights, it would become a topic you and your roommate would argue about.

You walked towards your bedroom tiredly, craving the warmth and comfort your bed would offer you, but the lights radiating from the living room caught your full attention. Not knowing whether to be annoyed or concerned, you entered the living room, ready to turn off the light switch and tell Emma once again to be mindful of your dwindling money to spend only to see her wide awake on the sofa.

The blonde woman wore a stern expression on her face, a sight that felt foreign to you. Normally, she would be cheerful and smiling, and most importantly, still in bed at seven a.m. on Fridays. Having lived with her for the past year, you have come to know her schedule like the back of your hand, after all.

“Where were you?” Emma asked, her voice laced with a demanding, motherly tone she usually reserved for her older brothers. You have heard that tone plenty of times whenever Mikey, Emma’s older half brother, would come and visit her, and every time you were grateful not to be on the receiving end of Emma’s scolding. Oh well, you guessed it was your turn.

You grimaced, knowing fully well Emma wasn’t asking you where you were - as much as you knew about her busy schedule and off days, she knew about your restless nights in the library.

Sighing, the blonde continued as you remained silent “Listen, I know you want this degree more than anything, but it’s not worth jeopardizing your health for it. I can’t even remember seeing you anywhere near your bedroom since last month”

“That’s a reach, Emma” you nervously chuckled, your tired legs gave in as soon as you were close enough to the couch. Slumping down on the hard cushions, you winced in pain as you collided with the furniture piece, however you recovered quickly “You know I've been in my bedroom on occasion” you added, trying to joke your way out of the blonde’s wrath. Of course that didn't work.

Scorned, Emma huffed, stretching her arm out and pointing her index finger accusatory at you “You know damn well this isn't funny to me in the slightest! You can't keep playing with your health like that” the blonde sighed, calming her down as she lowered her arm and sat down to the much softer armchair next to the couch “At least you will have the winter break to sleep and relax more…. And I better not see you with your nose in any books either”

Your smile fell. It's not like you were disagreeing with Emma; you knew you had the tendency to overwork yourself. You knew that, realistically, not even the measly four weeks could make up for the sleepless nights you endured to perform well.

“If only that was so easy” You mumbled, head dropping and gaze falling to your intertwined fingers. A shaky breath escaped your lips as your mind replayed the phone call with your mother before you recounted the events to Emma.

Your composure cracked with every passing word you told your roommate about your grandma's declining health.Your vision blurred, but you were unsure if it were tears forming on your lower lashes or if the fatigue caught up to you. All you knew for sure was that your head kept spinning.

“I am so sorry your family is going through this” Emma spoke tenderly, her strict face morphing into a look of worry and guilt. Her warm palm engulfed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. You didn't even realize you were shaking before Emma held your hand, the warmth of her body seemingly calming you down “You are so strong for persevering. You, your mother and your grandma”

Humorlessly chuckling, you retorted as you finally lifted your head to meet Emma's worried face “I'm not exactly sure my gran is persevering. It looks more like she's actively trying to die”

“Hey, don't say that” the blonde knitted her eyebrows together “She is grieving the loss of her husband. They've been together for 50 years-”

“62”

“See? 62 years together is a long time. I highly doubt she stayed with him for 62 whole years if your grandmother wasn't in love with your grandfather” Emma softly added “You need to be more understanding. She didn't just lose her husband, but the love of her life”

A solemn expression grew on your face as you fully registered what Emma had told you. You finally squeezed her hand back “You are right, I should be more tactful. I guess I was just too tired and frustrated on my mom's behalf”

Emma nodded “I completely understand where you're coming from, but all I wanna say is that you should understand where your grandmother's pain comes from” she paused before she offered “If you need help with anything, I would love to lend you a helping hand. You don't have to go through this alone”

“Yeah” you replied, voice hoarse and quiet “I could use some help packing my suitcase”

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

You managed to get three hours of sleep before Emma and her brother dropped you off at the train station. Since neither of you owned a car, Emma called Mikey and asked him to drive you two. You insisted that you could have just walked there, not wanting to cause your roommate any more inconvenience since she was the one who quietly packed your suitcase while you slept on the couch. Truthfully, you didn't even remember falling asleep on the uncomfortable cushions of your old couch.

“You must have been incredibly tired judging by the way you knocked out” was the only explanation Emma could offer upon your awakening. You could barely sit up straight, groaning as you felt a sharp pain in your back. It was safe to say your sleep was anything but restful; In fact, you somehow felt more tired after your nap.

Everything felt like a blur to you - from Emma hastily waking you up, to you getting ready and Mikey and Emma dropping you off at the train station. Hell, you barely remembered even getting the ticket to train and getting in your designated seat. All you do remember was the reassuring hand squeeze Emma gave you “Be sure to call when you arrive at your grandma's, ok?”

“Ok” you reassured her before giving her one last hug. You pulled the blonde woman tightly against your body, basking in her familiar warmth. Leaving your big city life and your best friend for four weeks seemed daunting to you. You were already somewhat familiar with your grandmother's village, having spent every summer up until you turned 14 in her small cottage in the middle of the forest, and having had to visit for your late grandfather's funeral. While you appreciated the many memories you have from there, you just couldn't shake the gnawing feeling off your chest that you would much rather stay.

Dreading the long ride and possible delays, you get i side, waving Emma and her brother goodbye one last time before your train took off.

The seat on the train wasn’t much more comfortable than your couch back at home. Your muscles were aching, your head throbbed unbearably and you struggled to stay awake throughout the ride, but persevered with the help of the aspirin pills Emma had shoved into your hands before you left in your dreaded voyage. The train ride wasn't easy, having had to switch trains, some of which had either been delayed or completely canceled, leaving you to run to catch the substitute trains. To say you were exhausted when you boarded your last train was an understatement. You yearned for your bed the way you have never before; not even the all nighters you frequently pulled wore you down as much as traveling to your grandma’s village. The perspective of sleeping in the guest bedroom after a nice hot bath seemed to be your lifeline, your sole motivator to suck up the agonizing slow pace your train went by.

That was until you heard footsteps coming towards your seat.

Slow, calculating steps tapping on the metal floor, silent like a stalking predator nearing itself towards its prey. It was like a switch inside you got turned on as you felt someone stride towards you. Immediately, every trace of tiredness vanished from you, replaced with the same deep-rooted fright you felt when you left your hometown. The fight or flight instinct kicked in, but you remained grounded in your seat. A swift glance to your window showed you the pitch black sky, only illuminated by a crescent moon and a handful of stars. You didn't see any lights from any cities or towns the train rode by, meaning you weren't too far away from your grandmother’s village. Yet, this revelation didn't seem to calm your racing heart. You were still alone in a train with a stranger with no way out and no one to save you.

You forced yourself to breathe evenly and slowly. Breathe in. Breathe out. Despite your instincts telling you to run and hide, you tried to rationalize the sudden appearance of a total stranger to your otherwise empty wagon. Perhaps they just boarded the train? Maybe it's an employee wanting to see your ticket? Or maybe you were hearing things due to sleep deprivation?

The fear lingered, constricting your throat like a conniving snake ready to swallow you in one bite. You gulped hard, trying to force the tight feeling in your throat to disappear,your back straightening as the steps grew closer and closer until a man sat on the seat on the same row you sat. No reasonable explanation entered your mind for him to sit an arm's reach away from you when he could have easily sat on a seat on the opposite end of the wagon.

Maybe if you'd just ignore the stranger next to you, you could act unbothered and continue your train ride relatively peacefully. But despite your better judgment, curiosity soon fell over you. The gnawing question of who would go out of their way to sit near you when the train offered an abundance of untaken seats wouldn't leave your mind, so you allowed yourself to discreetly peek at the stranger. To make sure they're no harm, you rationalized with yourself. From the corner of your eyes you were able to get a good glimpse of the person: A tall man dressed in dark clothes and long black hair, back leaned against the backrest and legs spread wide apart in perhaps the most stereotypical manspread you have ever seen. His head was facing downwards, his big hands silently typing on his smartphone. The long hair cascaded down to his shoulders, making it impossible for you to see his face. Overall, the stranger didn't seem to mind your presence too much, as he paid you no attention whatsoever.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips. You worked yourself up over nothing.

Your muscles relaxed when you were able to finally lean back to your seat instead of upholding your stiff, straight backed posture. Taking a quick glance at your phone confirmed you were just eight minutes away from reaching your destination, a fact that managed to calm your racing heart. Surely, nothing would happen in those eight more minutes? If he wanted to do something, the stranger would have by now.

“Didn't mean to scare you like that” a deep, masculine voice broke the silence. Startled, your head snapped towards the direction the voice came from, and unsurprisingly, you met the gaze of the stranger. Your heart thumbed as you took in his appearance, finally being able to get a clearer view on him. Narrowed, brown eyes stared back at you in what you could only describe as intrigue. Staring back at him with equal curiosity, you noted his sharp jawline and olive skin, eyes scanning his every feature. You would be lying to yourself if you said he was unattractive. He was quite the eye candy you found. From his rugged, wild look to his long fingers adorned with silver rings and his strong looking veiny hands, he was right up your alley. A tapping sound brought you back into reality, and soon, you realized it was him tapping his finger methodically against his arm rest. His bushy brows were slightly furrowed, his lips remained sealed as if awaiting your reply. The realization that you've been staring at the ravenette and fantasized about him sunk in. Blood rushed to your face, and heat spread all over your body as an overwhelming wave of embarrassment crashed over you.

“Ah, don't worry about it” was all you could muster up along with a dry laugh as a reply “I guess it's just been a long day” you added silently, more so to yourself rather than him, with an averted gaze to your phone. Barely a minute has passed since you laid eyes on the strange man, and yet you were already making yourself look like a creep. Your tired brain could handle only so much stress and adrenaline.

He remained silent, eyes trained on your sheepish self before a low hum escaped his throat “Sounds tough” Awkward silence fell over you as the stranger responded nonchalantly. You suppressed the urge to slap yourself over, having missed the opportunity to talk to perhaps the hottest guy you have ever seen. A part of you wished he'd ask you about your day or what exactly made your day so hard, but rationally, you knew not to expect a stranger to care for your unfortunate voyage to your grandmother's village. Clearly, he didn't give a shit and just made somewhat polite small talk with you after scaring the daylight out of you.

Somehow, the nameless stranger seemed to have captivated you - so much so that you mustered up all of your courage to lift your gaze and look at him one more time. This time, you caught him staring at you, but it wasn't the slightly confused, concerned look his face bore just minutes ago. His gaze was intense, brown eyes staring right into the depths of your soul. A shiver ran down your spine, the primal urge to run and hide from earlier, making a grand return. The dark glint in his eyes left you feeling exposed, naked even, like a prey animal being seized by the predator. Your arms instinctually wrapped around your body, both as a form of comfort and giving yourself the illusion of being hidden from his watchful gaze.

The ravenette finally tore his gaze off of you, abruptly standing up and grabbing his belongings “This is my stop” he gruffly told you, the baritone of his voice ringing in your ears like the melody of a new favorite song. You watched him leave the wagon you briefly shared with him first, no other words exchanged as he left you alone. You were almost disappointed. No goodbye, no explanation towards his strange act, and worst of all, you didn't catch his name.

An exasperated sigh left your lips, your fingers ran through your hair as you recounted the events of the last few minutes to yourself. Carefully standing up, you too stood up to grab your suitcase and the warm winter jacket you brought with you. Your back and ass hurt from the hard seat you sat on over the excruciatingly long voyage, muscles relaxing after a few well needed stretches. As you walked out of the train into the cold and dark, you were left to wonder if you would see the stranger from the train again.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧

You weren't awoken by loud car honking or the sirens of an ambulance rushing down the busy streets of your neighborhood - not that it would have bothered you. Having lived in your big city for years now, no sound nor music was too loud for you to lose sleep over - except for Emma's scolding when Mikey was visiting to hang out. Lucky For you, you didn't hear the blonde's loud voice first thing in the morning today. You barely opened your eyes, and you already felt a weight on your chest and a rough tongue lick your nose ever so lovingly. A smile curled your lips at the sight of the orange feline snugly sitting on top of you, purring softly as she successfully woke you up. “Morning little tiger” you chuckled, reaching to pet her little head. The cat contently closed her eyes, lifting her head to meet your hand halfway and leaning into the warmth of your skin. You gave her a few more pats before you gently lifted her off your chest and sat her down on your bed so you could sit up and get handy.

Your eyes wandered around the room, taking in the simple white wallpaper and the dark wooded furniture – your bed, a drawer next to your bed, a wardrobe with a mirror, a tiny table and a simple chair with a pale pink cushion on top, presumably to sit comfortably on the otherwise hard chair. The sheets you slept in were white with small floral detailing, matching your two pillows. A fond smile spread on your lips as you realized these were the same sheets your grandmother would hand you when you slept over at her house. The familiarity of them brought you comfort.

Your hand reached to your night stand, grabbing your phone to check the time. 12.34 pm. It wasn't usual for you to sleep through the better half of the day, your assignments, essays and exams forcing you to follow a very strict regime. Usually, you would have woken up hours ago and been at the library to revisit course work. But you weren't at home. You were far away in a village tucked away in a dense forest, and the academic responsibilities are haunting you no more.

Three new messages caught your attention. Emma.

Did you arrive yet? How are you holding up?

Hello??? Were you kidnapped or something or why are you not replying to me?? ( •̀ - •́ )

Honey, I know it's late, but I hope you've arrived safely and are snuggly asleep (っ˕ -｡)ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Your fingers swiftly typed out a response to the worried blonde, telling her about your long and taxing train ride and having slept more than eight hours - which you knew she would appreciate. You left out the strange encounter with the man on your last train, debating on whether or not it would make her worry more. In the end, you decided to leave him out. For now, you thought to yourself, thoughts drifting to the handsome ravenette. You swore to yourself you would tell your best friend about him if you'd get the chance to see him again. Considering he got out on the same stop as you did, you are almost certain you would see him again sooner or later, as the village your grandmother lived in was small. It would be a miracle if you didn't see him again.

A silent knock to the wooden door pulled you back to reality. The door opened, the old handles creaking at the push, revealing your mother. The older woman stepped in and smiled as soon as she saw you. “Morning sleepyhead” her cherry voice greeted you while she walked towards you and sat down at the end of your bed.”How did you sleep?” Her attention quickly shifted to the orange feline laying by your side “I see Marigold woke you up, huh?” she reached to pet the feline's cat, chuckling at the soft purrs that vibrated from the feline. Marigold, oftentimes lovingly referred to as “Goldie”, was your grandmother's cat. Despite being an orange cat, she didn't wreak havoc, instead preferring to nap on the soft cushions of the kitchen chairs, especially when your grandmother is preparing afternoon tea. Though, you recall that the feline became mild mannered with age, as your childhood memories painted a completely different story. You recalled her being a feisty kitten, hissing and scratching at you when you and your grandmother found her under the stairs.

“I slept like a rock” you replied back, stretching your arms above your head and hearing your spine crack.You never really told your mother that the cost of your academic devotion was a healthy sleep schedule, so you refrained from telling her that last night's sleep was the best – and longest – you have slept in over a year. And I have it good, you detected. If it wasn't for Emma's cooking skills and shoulder to cry on, you would have been an easily irritable, hungry, sleep deprived mess. The thought of Emma's food made your stomach growl.

“Oh, I can tell” The older woman's eyes roamed your features, glad to see you so relaxed. “You barely stumbled out of the train last night. I can't blame you though, traveling for an entire day isn't for the faint of heart”. It was true. Yesterday's stress took you out completely – so much so you didn't remember the events leading up to and after meeting the stranger on the train. All you can remember are his deep brown eyes piercing through your soul.

“You missed breakfast and our lunch will still need some time to finish cooking, but I saved you some of grandma's freshly baked bread” your mother chuckled, swinging her left leg over her right leg as she made herself more comfortable on your bed “She's been more active ever since she found out you'd come to visit her” Conflicting feelings overcame you. On one hand, you felt like a terrible grandchild for not having come any sooner. On the other hand, you were relieved to find out your mere presence made your grandmother feel better. Thoughts of persuading her to take her health swirled in your head, already planning on how to get her to seek out a trained specialist. This revelation, however, hinted at something of far greater importance: if she can move around and bake bread in the morning just for you, maybe her physical health wasn't declining . Maybe she has no serious life altering illness like you have thought prior.

“Well, I'm glad to hear she is doing better” you hummed “When are you leaving to go home?”

“I'm leaving right after lunch. Can't miss out on your grandmother's stew” Grandma’s stew, the single best thing you have ever put in your mouth. Your stomach grumbled again at the mention of the stew, memories of greedily eating the dish with a large wooden spoon carved by your grandfather resurfaced in your mind. Quickly tossing your blanket to the side, you slipped out of the warmth and comfort of your bed, naked feet standing on the creme colored rug. “God mom, now I'm actually starving. You sure there's nothing left of breakfast for me?” Your mother paused, eyes squinting as she thought of your request “I'm sure I saw some packaged noodles in her pantry. And eggs, if memory serves me right” raising a brow at your mother, you retorted “Packaged noodles? Like instant noodles? Since when is grandma eating that stuff?” Your mother nodded along, brows knitted in confusion “I'm not entirely sure either, but I guess your grandma came to embrace at least a semblance modernity”

You didn't press any further, unsure if this was truly the answer to your grandmother's change in diet.”Yeah, I guess that makes sense” Slowly nodding, you turned around to to walk out the bedroom, putting on wine red slippers before you opened the dark wooden door “I'm going to make myself something to eat. Do you wanna come down to the kitchen with me?” “I'll quickly call your dad and join you in the kitchen”

You left your designated bedroom, shivering as you stepped into the cold hallway. Maybe walking out in nothing but a simple nightgown was not a smart idea, but you already stepped out of the bedroom, and you didn't feel like intruding on your mother's call. She can be such a sap. You smiled to yourself, remembering the sickly sweet way she would talk to your father. I'd rather not overhear any of that, you concluded, deciding to tough out the cold for a little while until you'd get to the kitchen.

You walked down the stairs, the wood creaking softly under your feet with every step you took. This house was old, having been built by your grandfather's father almost a century ago. Every brick and every nail belonged to your family history. What an odd thought, you thought as you passed the family old pictures of people you have never met hanging on the walls. The black and white pictures were framed in gold, the faces familiar, yet strange. You remembered admiring them when you were just a child, wondering what the stories of these people were. As time passed, you'd start to wonder if one day, you would end up next to them, a vibrant, colorful picture of you next to the grey and brown ones of your ancestors.

The endless halls of your grandmother's home finally lead you to your destination. The door was wide open, inviting you to step inside and eat to your heart's content. You entered to see the kitchen of your childhood frozen in time. The large table still stood in the center with the same white lace tablecloth, your grandmother still kept her porcelain plates and dishes in the glass cabinet, and upon further inspection, even the drawing you gifted her ages ago hung on the fridge. Some things really never change.

Walking straight to the pantry, you had to satiate your curiosity before you could even think of stilling your hunger. There was no way your grandmother – an elderly woman who swore on home cooked meals, homemade remedies, and grew her own vegetables and fruit – would ever willingly buy instant ramen. It sounded so ridiculous to you, so unfathomable, that the same woman who would even refuse to buy you candy and instead offer you jars of various fruit compotes, would all of a sudden abandon her moral standing on processed and stored bought food out of convenience. Yet there it was, between rice and pasta, you found the package of instant soba. Grabbing the plastic package, you carefully inspected it to make sure you weren't hallucinating. “Peyoung Yakisoba” you read out loud. Baffled at your discovery, you remained silent, carefully reading through the ingredients’ list.

Heavy footsteps rippled through the silence. There she is, you figured it would be your grandmother walking towards you considering your mother had a habit of announcing her entrance. The footsteps grew closer and stopped, your grandmother must be close to the kitchen. “Gran, you shouldn't be eating this stuff” you lectured, your back still facing her and your eyes skimming over the nutritional label. “The amount of sodium in this pack is crazy. That can't be healthy for you” “Oh how thoughtful”

You inhaled sharply as a deep male voice responded to you back. Swiftly turning around, you were met with a tall man leaning against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his body, his sharp eyes watching your every move. You had already recognized him by his voice, the deep rasp of his tone haunting you to the core. Before, you stood none other than the stranger you met in the train yesterday, but this time, you got an even better look at him. The ravenette looked even more handsome during daylight you found, mesmerized by the silky long hair and the tattoos peeking under the collar and sleeves of his navy hoodie. The same silver rings as last night adorned his fingers, and with the way you studied them his hands last night, you were almost certain you'd recognize them among a thousand pairs. This time, however, you were able to rip yourself gaze off of him on your own with having him snap you out of your trance like state. He had this effect on you, and you deeply loathed it.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” you pressed, forcing your voice to remain steady. The man wasn't impressed with your faux display of confidence and instead let his eyes roam over your body. You wanted to hide your body from his gaze, regretting not having thrown on at least a robe over your short nightgown. There was little to be left for his imagination, as your gown was barely hiding anything: your legs, neck, cleavage and shoulders were exposed to him, the fit accentuated the shape of your hips and chest as well. You might as well have stood naked in front of him, it wouldn't have made a big difference to you as the skimpy cloth couldn't shield you from him. His brown eyes finally traveled up to your face. The expression on his face remained unreadable, though you swore you spotted a light furrowed on his brows. You were about to repeat your question louder this time and demand answers, until he spoke up first. “‘m not here for you” he expressed unenthusiastically, although the way he licked his lips made you think otherwise.

He stepped away from the door frame, straightening his back as soon as you heard another pair of footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Dreading washed over you. You weren't ready for a second intruder. Bracing yourself on what comes next, your mind went into a frenzied survival state, ready to grab the nearest objects and throw them at the home invaders.

But no big, strong, scary looking man showed up. Instead, your grandmother tapped her way into the kitchen entrance with her walking stick. “Oh, goodness gracious, what are you wearing?” her mouth fell agape when she saw your skimpy nightgown, nudging the strange man into his ribs. “Keisuke, do not look! This is improper!” Even more questions arose inside your head when the stranger – Keisuke – obeyed and averted his gaze from you wordlessly. Who is he? Why is he here? How does grandma know him? Why is he always checking you out? Those were the questions you knew you would be demanding answers for.

You watched the man whose eyes roamed your form shamelessly avoid eye contact with you after your grandmother entered the scene. Eyebrows knitted in confusion at the absurd turn of events, you tried to make sense of what had just happened, not noticing your grandmother hastily walking over to you. You only snapped out when you felt the handle of the wooden walking stick poking your side. “Do not stand here like you're a statue. Go! Get dressed! You can't be walking around half naked when a man is around!” she demanded, each poke becoming increasingly more aggressive. Heat rushed to your face as you nodded your head bashfully at the elderly woman before you headed out of the kitchen. Your shoulder lightly bumped into the ravenette when you walked out “Sorry” you mumbled out to him, being careful so your grandmother wouldn't hear you talk to him. After all, you really didn't want to invoke her anger one more time. Without even looking at you, the ravenette clicked his tongue at you “Yeah, you better be. She's gon’ lecture us as soon as you come back” he grumbled back. You wordlessly left, walking up the stairs to your bedroom as silently as you could.

Upon opening the wooden door, you discovered that your mother had left your bedroom, leaving only a sleeping Marigold on your bed. Thankfully. You would need the silence to fully comprehend what had just transpired and to pick out an outfit that would be up to your grandmother's liking. This will be a long day.

#♱ 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 #tr baji #baji #baji x reader #baji x you #baji x y/n #tr x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers baji #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers baji x reader #baji keisuke #baji keisuke x reader #mdni banner by cafekitsune

125 notes · View notes

theodorenmyth · 10 months ago

Note

T.N & D.M being overprotective towards their gn!s/o because they're the softest, kindest cinammon roll to ever be sorted into Slytherin house?

Slytherin Protectors

Pairings : Draco Malfoy x GN! Reader x Theodore Nott

Summary : In the labyrinthine halls of Hogwarts, you stand out as the kind-hearted Slytherin, captivating the hearts of Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. Their fierce protectiveness often contrasts with your gentle nature, but when a trip to Hogsmeade raises their concerns, you realize just how deep their devotion runs. Through laughter, vigilance, and unwavering camaraderie, you navigate the complexities of the lovelies and loyalty in the house of serpents, knowing that with Draco and Theodore by your side, you can face anything.

A/n : Bye I'm flopping so hard rn 😭 ITS OKAY THO, Enjoy! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Warnings) : nothing

Word count : 1.1k+

The ancient halls of Hogwarts seemed to breathe magic and secrets, the torches flickering with an almost mischievous life of their own. As the only Slytherin who could melt even the hardest hearts with a simple smile, you stood out in the sea of cunning ambition that characterized your house. And despite the house's reputation, you'd managed to capture the hearts of two of the most influential boys: Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. It wasn’t something you set out to do, but your kindness and warmth drew them in like moths to a flame.

Your days often involved navigating the complicated dynamics of Slytherin house, all while maintaining your unwavering kindness. You’d just helped a first-year find their way to Potions when you felt a familiar presence sidle up beside you.

“Y/N, you’re going to spoil them,” Draco’s smooth drawl brought a smile to your face.

Turning to face him, you saw the familiar smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes held a softness reserved only for you. “Spoiling? I’m just helping out. Not everyone knows their way around like you do, Draco.”

Draco shook his head, chuckling. “You’re too good for this place, you know that?”

Before you could respond, Theodore appeared on your other side, his expression as unreadable as ever. “What did they do now?” he asked, eyes darting between you and Draco.

“Just being their charming self,” you teased, nudging Draco gently with your shoulder.

Theodore’s lips twitched into the ghost of a smile. “Well, let’s get you to the common room before anyone else needs your rescuing. Merlin knows you can’t help saving everyone.”

The three of you walked through the dungeons, your conversation a comfortable blend of banter and genuine concern. Draco and Theodore often played the role of overprotective guardians, always watching out for you in their own ways.

As you approached the Slytherin common room, the familiar hiss of the stone wall opening up welcomed you. Inside, the atmosphere was as cool and dark as ever, but it was your boyfriends’ presence that made it feel like home.

“Alright, Y/N,” Draco said, his tone shifting to something more serious, “we need to talk about this weekend.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What about it?”

Theodore leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “There’s a trip to Hogsmeade, and we want to make sure you’re safe.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Safe? I’ll be with you two, won’t I? What could possibly happen?”

Draco’s expression didn’t waver. “It’s not just about that. You attract attention, Y/N. Good and bad. We just want to be prepared.”

Your laughter faded as you realized they were genuinely concerned. “I appreciate it, really. But I can take care of myself.”

“We know you can,” Theodore said, his voice softening. “But we’d rather not take any chances.”

You sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue. “Fine, fine. What’s the plan then?”

The boys exchanged a glance before Draco spoke up. “We’ll stick together, obviously. But we’ll also keep an eye out for anyone who seems... off.”

“And if anyone tries anything,” Theodore added, his eyes narrowing, “they’ll regret it.”

You smiled, touched by their protectiveness. “Alright, I’m on board. But you two need to promise not to be too overbearing.”

Draco placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “Us? Overbearing? Never.”

Theodore snorted. “We’ll try our best. But no promises.”

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The next few days passed in a blur of classes and studying, with Draco and Theodore rarely leaving your side. Their vigilance was almost amusing, but you couldn’t deny the comfort it brought. Finally, the weekend arrived, and with it, the much-anticipated trip to Hogsmeade.

As the three of you made your way down the bustling streets, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of normalcy. You popped into Honeydukes, picking out your favorite sweets while Draco and Theodore hovered nearby, their eyes constantly scanning the crowd.

“You know,” you said, grabbing a handful of chocolate frogs, “you two look like bodyguards.”

“Good,” Theodore replied, his gaze never leaving the entrance. “That’s the idea.”

Draco leaned in closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Think of us as your personal security detail.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. “Alright, alright. Let’s head to The Three Broomsticks. I’m craving some butterbeer.”

The pub was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the chilly weather outside. You found a cozy corner booth, and soon enough, Madam Rosmerta brought over three frothy mugs of butterbeer. You took a sip, savoring the sweet, warming liquid.

“So, how’s everyone enjoying the trip so far?” you asked, looking at your companions.

Draco grinned. “It’s been... eventful.”

Theodore just nodded, his expression serious. “So far, so good. But we’re not letting our guard down.”

You shook your head, chuckling. “You two are something else.”

As the afternoon wore on, you found yourself relaxing more, the warm atmosphere and pleasant company making you forget about any potential threats. But Draco and Theodore never truly let their guard down, their eyes always moving, always watching.

When it was time to head back to the castle, you linked arms with both of them, feeling a surge of affection for your overprotective boyfriends. “Thank you, both of you. For looking out for me.”

Draco’s expression softened. “Always, Y/N. Always.”

Theodore squeezed your arm gently. “We wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As you walked back to Hogwarts, the setting sun casting a golden glow over the grounds, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. Despite the house’s reputation, you’d found a family in Slytherin. And with Draco and Theodore by your side, you knew you could face anything.

The journey back was filled with laughter and light teasing, the boys' protective nature now mingled with the easy camaraderie you all shared. When you finally reached the castle, the three of you paused at the entrance, the imposing structure of Hogwarts standing tall and welcoming.

“Well,” you said, turning to face them, “another successful trip, wouldn’t you say?”

Draco smirked, his usual confidence returning. “Of course. We had it all under control.”

Theodore just smiled, a rare but genuine expression. “Let’s get inside before we attract more attention.”

As you walked through the familiar halls, the evening’s events still fresh in your mind, you felt a sense of peace. With Draco and Theodore looking out for you, Hogwarts felt less like a maze of dangers and more like a place where you could truly be yourself.

And as you settled into the common room, surrounded by the people you love and the comforting green and silver of Slytherin house, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you’d face them together.

322 notes · View notes

sleepysnk · 2 years ago

Text

a/n: this is a repost. i hope y’all enjoy! <3 also sorry if my characterization of oliver is ooc or weird!! i tried my best </3.

pairings: oliver aiku x fem!reader

warnings: college au, friends with benefits, mentions of hookups, alcohol consumption (they’re not drunk tho), reader n oliver have feelings, possessive behaviors, mentions of jealousy, brief mention of sae itoshi x reader, nsfw, smut, jealous sex, slight exhibitionism (they’re at a party), bathroom sex, use of pet names (baby, my girl, babe, princess), dirty talk, very brief choking, creampie, rough sex.

synopsis: you and oliver had been hooking up for several months. your agreement with one another was never meant to be taken seriously by any means, but all of that begins to change a few months in and when oliver sees you talking with his roommate, sae, he can’t help but want you all to himself.

are you mine? ft. oliver aiku

The sight of multi colored strobe lights dancing along the walls of the party you were at filled your vision as you walked through the crowds of people around you. The music was vibrating throughout the house, making it unbelievably hard to hear inside of the living room you had now entered.

You were currently searching for your friend that had disappeared into the loads of people who attended the party. Isagi always had a habit of wandering off with his other friends and finding random girls to flirt with. However, that didn’t stop you from having a good time at the party you had been invited to. It was one of the more popular ones that were held off campus. You felt kind of lucky since these events were usually pretty private depending on the person, but you were one of the people who had received an invite from the man who was hosting it himself. Kunigami never failed to throw some sick parties. He always knew how to get people hyped and provided the essentials to make a party fun. Drinks, marijuana, etc. He knew it all and always had a guy for anything that was requested at the party.

Not to mention, the place he owned was huge and there was always enough space for masses of people to attend without the rooms feeling stuffy. Though, that was sort of inevitable considering that it was nearing the end of the semester and summer was approaching. It would be humid inside the house no matter how much space he had.

You turned the corner and scanned the room for any signs of Isagi. There were so many people inside the kitchen that it made it almost impossible to differentiate who was who, but it was obvious that your friend was nowhere in sight. It sort of disappointed you, but you didn’t want to spend the entire evening by yourself. There were all kinds of people at that party and you didn’t want to run into the wrong person on your own. You figured you could message him and find out the details of his location. He couldn’t have gone very far, right?

You were about to pull your phone out of the waistband of your skirt, but halted when you saw someone you knew very well standing just a couple feet away.

Oliver Aiku, your friends with benefits.

That’s what you’d like to call him.

You and Oliver had been hooking up for several months prior to the party you were at. He was one of the first guys you met during your second semester of college, and you both clicked the minute you came across one another. Oliver was a sweet talker. He knew how to get you flustered and your cheeks burning. One thing led to another, and you both hooked up that night with each other. He made you feel like you were on the moon from how great the pleasure was. He also made you cum at least twice the entire evening, and that was a first for you. Most of the men at your campus never knew what the hell to do with their dicks, so it was a surprise to see that Oliver knew what he was doing. It was like he was already familiar with your body and he did everything to make you feel so fucking good.

It didn’t end there, though.

You saw Oliver more than you had anticipated. He would sometimes appear at the dining hall you were eating at, or he would be walking around campus with his friends. Each time, he always made it known that he saw you. Whether it was a smirk or a little wink that no one else noticed but you. He was attractive. He was fully aware of what he was doing, so you gladly gave in the next time you saw him at another party. You ended up having sex with him yet again and it was even more erotic than the last time. He was just too hard to resist and you often craved him more than you liked to admit. Oliver Aiku had become an addiction you couldn’t get over, and he felt the same way about you.

He was the one who proposed the idea of a hookup agreement with you. He told you that he couldn’t stop thinking of you on a daily basis, but he wasn’t searching for something serious like a committed relationship. You felt the same way on the topic and agreed to start a friend with benefits with the man. It was just casual sex. Sometimes you’d call him up to let him eat you out until your voice was almost gone from how hard you had been screaming his name, or he would be the one to reach out to you for some head. It was simple.

Well, it was supposed to be.

As the months went on, there had been a connection formed between you both. Neither of you had the courage to drop the bomb on each other, so you both remained silent on the feelings that brewed inside you both. It wasn’t supposed to be anything serious, and you knew that. However, you just couldn’t help but feel a tug inside your chest whenever Oliver would be speaking with another girl in front of you. You knew he was free to do whatever he wanted, but you just couldn’t shake that feeling. Oliver wasn’t yours and you weren’t his, so that same topic applied to you as well. Though, there wasn’t anybody else like Oliver. Nobody could fuck you better than he did and you tried to find someone who could, but you never found that person. You figured at some point he would get bored and just find someone better. To be fair, Oliver was quite relevant on campus. He played soccer for the university team and he had a lot of friends. He was bound to find someone else and you would just end up as strangers.

Seeing Oliver at the party was no surprise. He was everywhere and he’d definitely make a move to speak to you. The fact that you two knew one another wasn’t a secret, but nobody was aware of what you did behind closed doors with him.

You were standing there for way too long. It didn’t take a while for Oliver to shift his gaze onto you. Once his eyes latched onto you, that familiar smirk made itself on his features. Your cheeks burned the moment you made eye contact with your sneaky link. He was around a few of his friends, but he could care less for the mindless conversations they were having. All he could focus on was you.

His eyes explored your body that looked absolutely perfect in the dress you were wearing. It hugged all of the right places and showed off everything he loved to see. Blood was rushing to his dick already and it made him shift around to hide it. Oliver was practically undressing you with his gaze and he couldn’t get enough. He decided to send you a text to get the memo through to you. He didn’t want his friends becoming suspicious of his sudden absence, so sending a message would do just fine to him.

The moment you saw Oliver whip his phone out of his pocket, you knew what he was about to do. He had done it plenty of times before. It was like a secret code shared between the two of you.

Your phone vibrated, bringing your attention down to your device. Oliver had sent you a few messages and you decided to read them rather than ignore them.

Oliver: come here

Oliver: you look so pretty <3

You looked up at Oliver who was leaning against the countertop with his drink in his hand. He honestly looked kind of dumb standing there, swirling it around like he was at a bar but regardless you began to make your way over to him. There were several people who passed by you on the way there, but you eventually made it to Oliver who seemed very happy to see you beside him.

Oliver could be such a tease sometimes. He liked to mess with you in so many ways and you honestly never got tired of it. Though, sometimes he did get on your nerves. He would drive you nuts by telling some weird jokes or even making shitty pickup lines to make you laugh, but he did it all to see you crack a smile. That pretty grin only deserved to be made by him, nobody else. He never liked to admit that he was possessive over you, but at times, it was very fucking obvious. There was an occasion where he gripped the steering wheel a little too tight when you mentioned a male classmate that had been asking you to study with him for a test. He never liked when other people had their eyes on you. It was kind of wrong of him, but he just couldn’t help himself. You were just too delicate to let some random guy mess with you or your heart for that matter.

Once you were next to him, his friends didn’t really bat an eye. They were well aware of you and didn’t usually care that you were around. You were thankful for that because sometimes guys could be so weird about that kind of stuff. Luckily, they were fairly chill and never really said much besides a hello or a how are you.

Oliver turned his head to meet you. His eyes shifted towards your pretty lips that were shiny with lipgloss. He was so tempted to makeout with you right then and there, but he had to keep his cool and act right. He didn’t need you to become a mess because he was trying to kiss you in front of his other friends. “How’s your night been so far, babe? Got anything interesting to tell me?” he took a sip of his drink, raising a brow at you once he finished asking the question.

You shook your head. To be honest, the party hadn’t been quite eventful at all. It was the same usual shit you had been used to since you were a freshman in college. “No.. not really. It’s been the same old shit.. you?” you cocked your head to the side.

Oliver nodded, acknowledging your words loud and clear. He thought the party would have been more lively since it was getting kind of late, but much to his surprise, there hadn’t been much happening at all. He figured at some point he could bounce and have some of his own fun with you. You two had done it plenty of times before and it was much better than sitting around drinking the entire evening.

He was about to open his mouth to speak when an idea flowed into his brain. He wanted to pass some time before he left the party, and since you were there, he wanted to mess around with you for a little bit. It wasn’t something he wasn’t used to doing. There were many times where he would poke fun at you until you had no choice but to smile at him from how stupid or corny he sounded. It was nice being able to do such a thing with you, so he figured he would give it a try since seeing you laugh made him happy. It would help take his mind off of how dry the party had become since he arrived there just an hour or two prior.

He let out a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. This made you turn to look at him with curiosity written on your features. He then started glancing around at the different people who were wandering the party house. “So, you see anyone you want to sink your teeth into tonight?” he questioned, turning his head to look at you. “I have my eye on a few.. but I wanted to know if you were interested in any new prey.”

His question took you by complete surprise. Oliver wasn’t really the type to brag about those kinds of things to you. He never really mentioned them before so it was odd, but it kind of bothered you to have him bring it up like that so casually. You weren’t sure what he was trying to get at. Did he want some kind of reaction out of you? It was weird. The other fact that he mentioned he had his eyes on someone else made your chest tug with hurt. It was stupid to feel that way about a guy who you referred to as your “sneaky link” but you couldn’t help but feel that way.

You had to put on a facade and just tough it out. It was just Oliver. Guys like him could get a little airheaded and not realize what they said. You wanted to play at his game too. You didn’t want Oliver to get away with something like that, so you would test the waters on your next response. “Actually, yeah, I do. He’s around here somewhere,” you crossed your arms over your chest, searching the room for a guy you could point to.

Oliver was stunned to hear your response to him. He didn’t think you would take his words so seriously, but hearing that there was a possible suitor lurking around at this party had alarms going off inside his head. He began to wonder who it could be. Could it be Isagi? He was well aware that you two had a friendship, but maybe there was something else going on behind the scenes that he didn’t know about. He started narrowing down the options inside his head and wondered who else could be there. He surely regretted asking you such a question, because it was honestly a joke if anything.

“Wait, what? Who-“

“Oh! There he is! Gotta go!”

He was interrupted the second you walked away into the crowds of people that were formed in the living room. Oliver watched you disappear for a brief moment, but his eyes quickly caught on to where you were standing. You weren’t alone anymore, but the problem was who you were beside.

His own roommate, Sae Itoshi.

The thing that struck Oliver by surprise was that he never knew you were connected with Sae. As far as he was aware, you two had never come into contact with one another. It made him question a lot of things. Did you know that Sae was his roommate? How long had you two been speaking with each other? Did Sae know he was fucking you for the last few months? He didn’t have a single answer to any of them. The times Oliver brought you over to his apartment he made sure that Sae wouldn’t be there. There was never a time where he would encounter you at his place, so how the fuck did you know him? He knew the kind of person Sae was and he could gladly get any girl he wanted into his bed, but Oliver didn’t want you with him. There was no way he would allow that shit to happen. He adored you too much to let you slip through his grasp like that.

He sat back for a second, watching your every move intently. He didn’t want to dart over there and make a scene, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling he had inside his chest.

Usually, Oliver wouldn’t bat an eye at things like this. He doesn’t get angry like this. Not at you, more specifically. He was well aware that there weren’t romantic feelings involved in the relationship you had, it was physical. Yes, it was all physical and there was no emotional connection between you both. He isn’t mad, there is no way he is mad at this or at you over this matter. However, he just couldn’t explain why he felt that green sensation coming over him. He couldn’t hide the scoffs when you laughed at Sae, or the way he would roll his eyes when you smiled a little too long at his roommate. He wanted to know most of all why the hell he wanted to storm up to you and Sae and pull you in for a kiss so he would see it. He wants him to know you belong to Oliver, not him. But he doesn’t, because he doesn’t feel that way. Right? Right.

He finished the rest of his drink, clenching his jaw when he saw you get just a bit too close to his red haired companion. He hated feeling emotions like this. He was so powerless in that situation it made him almost crush the solo cup he held in his right hand, but he had to keep his cool. You weren’t his.

Oliver pulled his phone out of his pocket. He had too many questions for his own good, and he just wanted to know the basics. It would be nothing too intense, so he began typing a message to you. There were a few times where he would delete the text on his screen, but he eventually sent a few to you. He hoped you would see it, but seeing as you were too distracted in Sae, he wasn’t sure that would even happen.

Oliver: baby

Oliver: i didn’t know you knew sae

Oliver: baby answer me

He noticed that his drink was empty as well, so he decided to get a refill real quick. If this went south, he knew damn well he was going to need a few to keep himself from losing it that night.

He turned to the side, grabbing a bottle of liquor to pour into his cup. The stench filled his nose and made his mouth water from the desire to taste it. There were so many options at that party that he wasn’t sure what he should have, but he stuck with something simple instead of going crazy. He had to drive himself home that night and he didn’t want to get too intoxicated.

Once he turned back, he almost dropped the cup in his hand. Your placement inside the living room was now gone and you were nowhere to be seen. Sae was also missing. The horror soon washed over him and his feet moved on his own to find out where the two of you had gone. He prayed deep down that you were just by yourself somewhere in the house and not in some random bed with Sae. No, there was no way you were about to fuck his roommate.

He then walked around and might have shoved a few people in the process, but he could care less about what they had to say. He passed by the speaker that had music blasting from it which sort of deafened his ears for a brief moment, but that didn’t stop him from walking around the house to find you. Oliver then halted when he saw Sae standing in another part of the house. He was standing with a group of other people who were unfamiliar to Oliver, but he was relieved to see that you weren’t beside him at the time. Though, that begged the question of where the hell were you right now? He hoped that you were safe, but that was completely uncertain at the moment. All of his attention went to Sae, though. He couldn’t hide that he was kind of pissed off at him for doing such a thing.

Oliver stormed up to his roommate, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt. Sae was taken completely off guard when he saw that the person grabbing him was his own friend. He was stunned and most of all confused. He could see this anger that swirled around in Oliver’s dual colored eyes that almost scared the living shit out of him at first glance. “Where is she..? Huh? Answer the fucking question..” Oliver’s tone was menacing and the grip on Sae’s shirt was only growing tighter the longer he held it.

Sae blinked, confused as to what Oliver was talking about. He was blown away by his actions as well. There was no reason why he should be held like that. “Hey! Hey! Oliver, what the hell?! What are you even talking about?” he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to shimmy out of his friend's grip.

He hated the response he received from his friend. He knew exactly what he was doing with you, but the last thing Oliver wanted to do was start something physical in the middle of the party. It could damage his reputation and he had soccer to worry about too. “Where’s the girl you were talking to, Sae?” his tone softened just a little, but it was somewhat firm at the same time.

He then quickly gathered what he meant and remembered that he was talking to you just a few minutes prior. Sae nodded his head towards one of the corridors that led upstairs to the top floor. “She went up there to pee..” he replied. “What’s this even about? Are you dating her or something?”

That’s all Oliver needed to hear.

He then released his friend, sending Sae a few inches backwards. He was still completely appalled by what Oliver had just done, but he decided not to chase after him. He didn’t want to possibly lose a damn limb because he was looking for some girl. It was still very confusing, but he refrained from continuing on with any questions.

You were sitting inside of the restroom that you really needed to use for the past ten minutes. You did have a bit to drink and alcohol tended to run right through you. It would be quick, but you couldn’t stop staring at the messages Oliver had sent you just a few minutes prior. He seemed quite insistent on getting your attention with them and it honestly puzzled you as to why he was interested in your relationship with Sae. To be honest, you didn’t know a single thing about him besides his name and that he played soccer for the university team. It was no wonder that you did, but why was Oliver so damn curious to know? You never questioned his ties to the random girls he used to talk to. It would irritate you to no end but you never made a big deal out of it because you knew Oliver would make a huge joke out of the whole thing.

Eventually, you finished your business and went to wash your hands. The soft thump of the music playing down below you filled your ears. The night was barely just beginning. You still had yet to discover where Isagi was hanging out at. He wouldn’t hear the end of it if you found out that he had left the party or something.

Once you dried off your hands, you went to open the bathroom door. You twisted the knob and pulled it open, but there wasn’t an empty space. Instead, you were faced with a very irritated looking Oliver. He practically scared the living shit out of you when your eyes landed on where he was standing. You didn’t think he would come up here or even seek you out. You knew damn well it was probably Sae who revealed those details to Oliver, but it still made you curious on how the two of them knew one another. Also, why did Oliver care so much about it? He never really paid much attention to those kinds of things before, so why was there the sudden change of heart on his end? Sometimes guys could be so fucking nosy and Oliver was one of those men who had to be in your business.

You decided to clear your throat to shift the obvious tension that had formed around you both. Oliver had his eyes fixated on you intensely. “Oliver-“ he then cut you off, forcing himself inside of the bathroom and slamming the door with his foot.

He looked down at you with serious eyes. Your heart began to beat rapidly inside your chest at his sudden actions. You hadn’t seen Oliver behave in such a manner in the entire time you had been having sex with him. He backed you up so you were now pressing against the counter behind you. He had you caged in with his arms that were resting on either side of the sink. “Why did you do that, baby? You like having fun with my roommate?” his voice sent chills up your spine from how hoarse it was. Seeing him act that way had you pressing your thighs together. You never believed there would be a day that you would see Oliver Aiku jealous over his own roommate. The one you didn’t even know about.

You avoided his gaze, but you could feel him burning holes in the side of your head. You knew you had to say something eventually, so you did your best to come up with a response. “Oliver, I never knew about Sae like that..” you looked up briefly, then settled your eyes somewhere else in the room. “But most of all, why do you even care? We aren’t dating, Oliver, you know that.”

He kissed his teeth at your words. He was so tired of hearing that you weren’t his girlfriend, but that didn’t mean shit to him. He was ready to throw out that idea and become exclusive with you, because the thought of Sae having you all to himself made him pissed. He didn’t want anyone else to have you but him. There was nobody else that could treat you better than Oliver could. “I don’t care.. you’re mine, (Y/N).” he leaned towards your level, so your foreheads were now pressing together.

Before you could reply, Oliver pressed his lips against yours. The kiss between you two was gentle and it almost made your knees buckle from how sweet it was. His hands found their way towards your waist and then to your hips where he groped at your flesh. You could feel his stubble against your chin as he continued kissing you. Heat began to pool between your thighs, making you all the more needy for Oliver to continue touching you. He knew all of the places to poke and brush against that would make you melt in his hands like butter. He loved that about you. You were so easy to crack and break apart. Sure, he could take his time and be patient with you, but he knew that wasn’t going to be possible tonight. He had this ache inside of his shorts that was begging him to be freed. You didn’t seem like you were in much of a position to wait around either for him, so he figured he would get things going as soon as possible.

Oliver pushed your legs upwards with strong arms. You were now sitting on the sink with both of your thighs around his waist. His large hands squeezed at the fat, allowing a whimper to escape your lips. Instinctively, you opened your legs just a little so Oliver could gain better access to you. He couldn’t hide the smirk that wrote itself on his features when he pushed his hands up your dress and felt that damp spot on your panties. He had done so little, yet you were a soaked mess down there. If he had more time, he would have devoured you and gotten a taste. He always loved seeing your reactions whenever he would go down on you.

He pressed the pad of his finger against your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked at the feeling of electricity that spread along your belly. Oliver pulled away from the kiss, making eye contact with you. He rubbed small circles on your sensitive bud, earning a few moans. “Needy, huh, baby..?” he chuckled, pecking your lips. “So fucking wet.. ‘gotta have you now.”

With trembling hands, he pulled your dress backwards so he could expose more of your skin. Goosebumps littered your skin when the cooler air brushed against your bare flesh. You watched with heavy lids as he untied his shorts, pulling them down along with his boxers so he could free his cock. You chewed on your bottom lip, anticipation bubbling inside your belly at what was to come. Oliver was on the bigger side. You always had chills whenever he would take it out and fuck you with it. You were surprised you were able to take it the first time from how great the girth was. He was probably the largest you had ever taken.

He pushed your panties aside, positioning his cock near your dripping hole. The tip dragged along your slick folds, allowing noises to come from both of you. You needed Oliver more than anything right now. Your hands went to rest on his broad shoulders, looking up at him with desperation in your eyes. “Oliver.. fuck, don’t tease m-me!” you threw your head back when the tip of his cock brushed over your bud. “Need you..”

Oliver grinned at your need for him. He couldn’t lie. He honestly wanted you more than you wanted him. The two of you hadn’t fucked in a long time, so having a moment like this was bound to bring in lots of fun. He knew you had to be quick, considering that you were doing this in a bathroom at a party, but part of him did have the desire to take it slow. If it were anywhere else he would have his tongue buried between your legs until you were making a mess on his chin. “Tell me how much you need me, princess.” he teased your hole, making you whine. “Tell me – fuck – tell me how bad..”

You disliked how he was making you wait. All you wanted was for him to be inside you already, but that was becoming impossible from his actions. You decided to just give in to what he wanted. It would get things started much faster. “Oliver..! I need you so bad, ah! P-Please.. fuck me!” your nails dug into the fabric of his t-shirt.

Your voice was like music to his ears.

Oliver then pushed his cock inside of your dripping cunt. A sharp gasp left your lips from the sensation of his dick filling your pussy up. You could never get used to how thick his cock was. He was splitting you apart with every inch, and you found yourself almost crying from the stretch. Your pussy was sucking him in so perfectly that he was fighting with himself to not completely ravage you right then and there. You were so fucking tight. Nobody else compared to the way you made him feel. It didn’t matter if he went and slept with someone else. They never made him feel this euphoria that you were able to create for him. He never desired to see those people again, but when it came to you it was such a different story. All he could crave was you. Being inside you, having your walls squeeze his cock. He wanted you more than he would ever like to admit, but most of all, Oliver wanted you all to himself.

His palms placed themselves on your hips where he finally fully bottomed out inside of you. You felt so full with him. Oliver wasn’t sure if he should move yet, but when you began to grind on his cock he knew that you were more than ready for him to fuck you.

He slowly began to thrust forward into you. Your moans were much softer and delicate this time, but he knew they would begin to grow louder once he started to move more. He gripped the plush of your hips tightly as his pace began to pick up just a little. Fuck, you were so perfect like this before him. Your sweet pussy was taking his cock in so nicely. He was already losing control of himself. Oliver never realized how badly he missed you until that moment. You were on his mind so much and the thought of losing you struck fear into him. He didn’t want anyone else to think they had a chance with you.

You were lost in complete bliss at his actions. He was going at a decent pace, but you were already feeling like you were on the moon from what he was doing. The scent of his cologne, his grip on your body, the way his cock split you apart. All of it was so perfect. “O-Oliver! Shit.. it’s so good!” you squeezed your eyes shut, holding on to his shoulders for support. He had you completely wrapped around his finger.

Hearing your pretty voice made his dick twitch inside of you. He loved whenever you said his name like that. All whiny and needy like he was the only one you needed at the end of the day. There was nothing better to Oliver than hearing you cry out for him. He couldn’t help but rut his hips a bit harder this time, giving him a slightly better angle to those nice spots. He wanted to make you feel good. Your pleasure always came before his. “Yeah? You like this, princess? Like when I fuck your p-pretty cunt with my fat cock?” he grabbed your face with his hand, pressing your cheeks together.

You nodded vigorously at his question. Oliver thought you looked so fucking nasty like that. Shaking your head like you were a bitch in heat. It was erotic. He thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

His hand retracted from your face and went to circle around your throat. He held it there firmly, but not hard enough to the point where you were losing oxygen from his grip. Oliver just couldn’t keep his eyes away from you and your body. You were beautiful, truly. He hadn’t ever seen someone with such enthralling beauty before. He just couldn’t help but feel mesmerized by your features. There was so much to like about you. He couldn’t pick just one thing to focus on. He knew a girl like you could be snatched up by someone else within a heartbeat. There were probably loads of people waiting for you to give them the time of day, and he was fully aware of that. He saw the way people turned their heads whenever you walked into a room. Oliver was one of those many faces that stared at you with admiration any time you strutted by. He loved that people also thought you were pretty, but it also brought jealousy. You were too good for some of those shitty guys he encountered on campus. The last thing he would want is someone breaking your pretty heart into tiny pieces.

That’s why seeing you with someone like Sae angered him.

Oliver knew he shouldn’t have acted the way he did towards his friend, especially over you, but there was just something about having you in someone else’s arms that pissed him off. Someone seeing you naked and fucking you drove him mad. He was the only one who should have access to you like that. The idea that someone else could possibly have that chance lit a fire underneath Oliver’s ass. He didn’t want that, not one bit.

He didn’t realize it, but he had begun fucking you at quite a rough pace. He was just too pissed off about what happened with Sae earlier that he was taking it out on your cunt. You didn’t seem to mind that much though. You were a moaning mess and your hold on him was tight. You were practically clinging onto him like your life depended on it. Oliver shifted his angle, so he could feel more of your cunt around him. As he thrusted, the items on the sink moved with him and a few things almost fell over. However, he didn’t give two shits.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room. Several grunts had rumbled in Oliver’s throat while he thrusted into you. He knew you were getting close by the feeling of your walls slowly tightening around his dick. He had this need for reassurance. He had to know and hear from you that you weren’t going to go off with somebody else. “Fuck.. tell me you’re mine, baby.” he looked down at you with a serious stare that made you shiver.

You whimpered when his hand around your throat began to squeeze. He was making you look at him while his cock dragged along your walls. This kind of energy was turning you on so much. You could almost cum on the spot from just his voice. “I-I’m yours, Oliver!” you whined. “I promise..!”

Those words made him feel so much better. He couldn’t hide the smile that had appeared on his features. Oliver gritted his teeth from how fucking great you felt around him. You could feel the knot inside your belly tightening with each rut of his hips. All you could crave was that climax. Your nails dug into his shoulder, leaving marks on his skin even though he still had his shirt on.

With one final cry of pleasure, you finally reached your orgasm. Sparks of euphoria danced along your skin from the intensity, and your legs began to shake. Oliver gasped sharply when your walls clamped tightly around his cock. He didn’t expect it to happen, but he actually came himself. He filled your cunt with his cum, covering your velvet walls with white thick seed. The warmth inside your abdomen made you tremble a bit, but you were too lost in your thoughts to even think about what just happened. Oliver had come inside you before, so you could care less. Those words must have pushed him over the edge, because he didn’t expect for his high to hit him that hard.

Oliver snaked his arms around your waist. The two of you were both quite messy and the restroom you were in was humid. He brushed his lips against your ear, making you feel goosebumps. “I mean it.. you’re my girl, baby.“ he rubbed small circles on your back, soothing you.

You tucked your head underneath his chin, letting your eyes fall shut. “I don’t mind that..” you whispered, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Really? I mean-“

BANG BANG!

“Hey! Who’s in there?! Some of us have to piss!”

You and Oliver looked at one another, then started giggling when you heard the person on the other side. He quickly kissed your forehead, smiling down at you. “Come home with me tonight.. I can’t stay away from you anymore.” he said, cupping your cheek.

You grinned. “I want nothing more than that.”

1K notes · View notes

starrysnowdrop · 7 months ago

Note

Heyo! So I happened to see your recent ask response regarding Zenos randomly, and, honestly, I'm kind of curious on what people miss about his character! I'm not a personal big fan of him(ngl he kind of creeped me out with his, projecting himself on the wol it felt like? Note I say that as a WHM main who plays as truly heroic WoL(s) most of the time admittedly, so most of his stuff made me go no? alot XD I don't mind people who do like him tho! They're cool!), but I'm interested in understanding him better if possible, cause I know I miss things that others don't and I don't think I've seen anyone explain his intricacies without being somewhat rude about it, but you explained what you did without coming off as that. So I'm kind of curious on that essay you almost wrote if you'd be alright writing it XD (Sorry for being on anon, I am, very shy qwq)

In case you’re not familiar with what this anon is asking about, this is in response to my answer to this ask HERE. Feel free to go read that one and come back!

So, I first want to say thank you for being brave enough to reach out to me about this, even on anon!! I’m really glad that you didn’t find my comments to be rude, as that is the very last thing that I would want! If anyone did find me too abrasive in my previous post above, then I wholeheartedly apologize for that. I would never want anyone to be afraid to reach out to me because I came off as rude at some point, so I appreciate you letting me know that you didn’t think I was. 💖

Alright, now let’s get to the topic at hand: Zenos, and why I truly think that he is the most misunderstood character in FFXIV.

Zenos: The Most Misunderstood Character in FFXIV

((I wrote way too much, so it’s under the cut.))

Alright, so let’s start with what I have seen as the popular take on Zenos that I see as wrong: A lot of players see Zenos as a one dimensional character that has no depth, and doesn’t have a character arc in which he grows as a character. They see him as the annoying antagonist who has a battle boner for the WoL and that’s it. They only see his bloodlust and nothing else. They don’t think there is anything else to him, and that’s where I must strongly disagree.

So, how is he not a one dimensional character? Well, that’s because he really is a complex character, but you need to be paying close attention to what Zenos is actually saying and what his actions are throughout the story.

One can piece together Zenos’ complexity purely from watching the cutscenes, but just in case anyone is curious about going into more depth on his backstory, then I highly recommend that you go read his side story from the Chronicles of Light book entitled “The Hunt Begins”. It shows how Zenos was raised, and it reinforces why he thinks the way that he does.

Without going into his backstory too much, for brevity's sake, Zenos is actually a prodigy, someone who was born with not only incredible strength, but also incredible intelligence, and you know what happens when gifted kids don't get enough of a challenge? Yup, they get easily bored. So keep that in mind as we move along. Now, mix that boredom with a good dose of Anhedonia, or the inability to experience pleasure or joy. Now we aren't sure if he was born with Anhedonia, or if he acquired it through some mental health condition, such as PTSD, depression, etc. I'm no psychologist whatsoever, so I'm not here to diagnose Zenos with any particular disorder, but it is clear that he suffers from the lack of feeling joy or pleasure in his life.

This is actually what characterizes Zenos the most when we first are introduced to him in 4.0; he is suffering from Anhedonia AND Ennui, which according to Webster's Dictionary, is not just a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction, but its a profound sense of boredom that arises from feeling jaded with one's life.

Zenos is suffering from a lack of joy and pleasure in his life, seeing the world as meaningless and dull, and he has found only one sole pleasure in all of it: The Hunt*. But what he means by The Hunt, is that he wants to fight the most challenging foes, challenging enough that he must put his all into the battle and be pushed to the brink of death. Only this kind of challenging battle will give him any sense of joy at all. For him at this point, there has been nothing else which has brought him joy, so he seeks out this sole pleasure.

And THAT is what Zenos' motivation is. He is not mindless in his pursuit of battle. His bloodlust stems from the desire to feel some kind of happiness at all, and unlike what some might think, not any foe will do. Zenos does not fight mindlessly against anyone at any time. That is not true. If an enemy is no threat to him, unless they purposely get in his way, he will not fight them.

This is true from the first time you see Zenos on the battlefield. At Rhalgr's Reach, Zenos sought out only the strongest fighters there, and two of them (Lyse and Y'shtola) got in his way first, and he defeated them easily. When he fights the WoL, the one who he has heard so much about, and definitely the strongest opponent among them, he becomes curious and hopes that we will give him what he wants. But in that first battle with him, he swats the WoL away like a fly, and they pose no challenge to him at all, to which he calls them "Pathetic", and then he immediately leaves, ultimately disappointed.

Note that Zenos had every opportunity to kill Lyse, Y’shtola, and the WoL if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He leaves them alone after he defeats them. That’s not the sign of someone who is so sadistic that he’s only out for blood. The fact of the matter here is that Zenos is trying to feel something from battle, something that he has never experienced before: pure joy.

Zenos doesn’t experience this joy until he fights the WoL again several times; first he gets just a hint of it, a tiny spark, when the WoL breaks a piece of his helmet off, and he feels it even more later on when Zenos fights the WoL in the Ala Mhigan throne room. This is when Zenos goes into his monologue before he releases and takes over Shinryu, and note that the joy and pleasure he is describing seems to have a sexual tone to it, which I promise I have a point to make about that in a bit.

After the battle with Zenos as Shinryu, he finally feels the joy that he has never felt in his entire life, and because he doesn’t think he’ll ever feel anything like it ever again, Zenos takes his own life, happy to have played a bit part in the story of his “first friend”.

But as we know, Zenos doesn’t stay dead. He finds himself alive once more, and he has a singular goal: to feel that pure bliss, that overwhelming joy that he felt when he fought the WoL in the Royal Menagerie in Ala Mhigo. From ShB through EW, Zenos’ goal doesn’t change, but he does change in his understanding of what it means to have a “friend” and how he can feel happiness.

During EW, Zenos has several scenes where his understanding of his feelings seems to grow, and though that sexual tone to his descriptions of what he’s feeling towards his battle with the WoL is still there, I would argue that over time, it seems to have more and more of a romantic tone to it as well. And with this shift in his tone when describing his feelings, he also seems to question his understanding of it all.

Zenos’ character growth is the whole point of two very important scenes: the Scions and Jullus encountering Zenos in Garlemald while fighting the blasphemies, and later when Zenos goes to the Royal Menagerie alone. The first of these scenes reinforces the themes of EW with Zenos’ philosophy of life, but it is also the first time that someone says something that makes Zenos question his beliefs.

Alisaie’s words to Zenos hit him hard, and Zenos goes back to the Royal Menagerie, to the scene of where he had his one transcendent moment, his one time in his life when he felt joy, pleasure, and happiness. He realizes in this moment that, whatever you believe Zenos’ true feelings are for the WoL, which I personally argue that it is love that he feels for them, but regardless, Zenos cannot continue to be selfish and only think about his own wants and desires. He must act selflessly, and assist in the WoL’s battle against the Endsinger and stop the Final Days, in order for the WoL to give him what he wants in return. He finally realizes that it’s this give and take, this reciprocation between people, is the key to building bonds with others… Zenos finally learns what it is to be a “friend” to someone. After this moment, Zenos goes to Sharlayan to find a way to help out the WoL in their mission to save the star, and to finally be a friend to them.

And you know what that is? That’s growth. That’s having a character arc. That’s Zenos in all of his complexity. Which I still say that it’s perfectly fine to not like his character, but I only wish that people would not like him with a clear understanding of what he really is, and not what others think he is.

Alright, I think I have blabbed on long enough, but I hope that I have answered your question anon! If you need me to clarify anything further, please don’t hesitate to ask me! Thank you so much for your ask anon, and thank you to all who have read this! 💖

#asks and replies #anon asks #zenos galvus #zenos yae galvus #zenos viator galvus #I think I love this man too much #I could’ve written more but I realized how long it is already

135 notes · View notes