#even though I forgot some of them as well I tried my best to remember a lot of them
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Getting a bit bored sooo based off my mutual, what I think Shinobu’s opinions on shows (+ some movies) from my childhood would be!!! (From the pov of my s/i hehe)
[Tags since I think yall wouldn’t mind: @aroace-poly-show @eekykins @mutsuowo @transgender-eichi + @maoisarap since I got inspired from you!!!]
1. Wild Kratts - I have a feeling he’d really like this show!!! Probably one of his favorites Sakura would show him
2. TAWOG (The amazing world of gumball) - I think he’d also like this show! Not as much as Wild Kratts but still!
3. Glitter Force (/Precure dub for america) - They’d be like 2 episodes in and Shinobu would casually mention that Ryuseitai saw this before and Sakura would be in disbelief. Cue Sakura and Chiaki talking about Precure / Magical girl shows / Shojo shows for a whole afternoon. I think he would prefer the og version of it though.
4. Some Assembly Required - He’d look at Sakura after watching the first ep and say “Yeah. Makes sense.” And Sakura would be really confused. Perhaps he would find it really silly but not connect with it as much.
5. The Lego Movie - (UNRELATED MINI RANT BUT THIS IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE MOVIE. I LOVE THAT MOVIE SO MUCH AHHHHHH!!!) I feel like he would really like it! After seeing it, Sakura would tell him about a bunch of other movies / shows as lego. She then tells him about Lego Ninjago and whoops! They ended up staying really late and watching it all in a week.
6. Phineas and Ferb - Another show I think he’d like!!! I think he’d like some of the musical aspects of it as well :D
7. Avatar The Last Airbender - OHHH HE WOULD LOVE THIS ONE!!! I think he’d really enjoy the arc / season they went to the Earth Kingdom the most! Plus, the world building was really cool to him too!
8. Over the Garden Wall - I think Sakura would have to admit she was a bit afraid of some shows / movies when she was growing up, so she only saw a bit of this one. But still, they would enjoy watching it!
9. Summer Camp Island - I think they would both enjoy watching this show soooo much! Sakura would definitely get nostalgia watching this show again and love it! They would enjoy this so much tee hee
10. Coraline - Another movie Sakura would have been afraid of when she was younger. After some time to convince her to rewatch it, they ended up seeing it again. (Not without Sakura irrationally clinging onto him a bit while seeing it!) They would still enjoy watching the movie! I ahve a feeling Shinobu would also like stop motion animation a lot as well!
#cosmical flowers chats: yume edition#another yap session!!! inspired by my dear mutual Maoisarap since they were talking about childhood shows they saw#even though I forgot some of them as well I tried my best to remember a lot of them#these are mainly shows I watched in like late elementary school#maybe you can tell from the list but I grew up with a lot of Cartoon Network hehehe
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[4.9k] things start to feel real as luke’s rookie season in the nhl officially begins. but maybe it’s not as bad as he thought. and maybe those good vibes will follow him off the ice too. (smut)
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“You look like shit.”
“I feel like shit.”
Your smile widened as you pulled the door open further, letting the boy shuffle inside with a small wince at the bright sun shining through your windows. The hood of his jumper was thrown over his head, his curls a mess and his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses he stole from Jack’s room after he woke up.
It wasn’t the best state for you to see him but, truthfully, that was not his biggest concern at the moment.
A few months away from college and he almost forgot what a bad influence his friends could be when it came to drinking. There was a vague memory somewhere around the fifth round of shots where Luke was pretty sure Nico tried to get them to drink some water, but it was pointless when Ethan found another bottle of tequila and insisted they had to drink it before it went to waste.
And, to Luke’s drunken mind, that sounded like the most logical solution.
He was honestly surprised the three of them had managed to wake up early enough to catch the plane back to Michigan. They had woken him up to say goodbye, muttering something about afternoon practice and other things that Luke vaguely remembered before he fell back asleep for a few hours.
Luke was pretty sure he was still drunk when he woke up a second time to the sound of Jack blasting music in the kitchen.
Somewhere between his annoying brother and the lingering anxiety that followed with the hangover as result of the night before, Luke found himself at a local bakery to grab some goods before he stopped over at your place, not even thinking to message you beforehand (if he even knew where his phone was).
“But you don’t smell shit so that’s a plus,” you noted as you shut the door behind him before taking pity on his state, dragging the curtains shut again whilst Luke muttered his thanks under his breath.
“I think I bought half the bakery,” Luke admitted with a sheepish expression as he extended the bag towards you. “I asked for every cherry based thing they owned, which surprisingly isn’t much.” He paused for a moment. “Maybe I should have tried another bakery.”
You laughed, brows raised in question. “I’m surprised you can stomach anything right now.”
“Oh, I can’t,” Luke said, his nose scrunching up in disgust like the idea made him feel nauseous. It did, if he was being honest. It was bad enough he almost threw up after Jack made him chug some water. “These were…well, they were the start of an apology.”
You tilted your head to the side.
“For…abandoning you in my room after everything,” he continued, his cheeks heating up. Because apparently no matter how much he drank the night before, he remembered well enough that he was a bit of a dick with how he ran off with his friends. “It was a shitty move. And it was shitty for me to make you hide under the bed.”
“That did throw me off,” you admitted, though there was a slight teasing tilt to your voice. “Although, your bed was surprisingly clean under there. No plates growing mould or other questionable diseases.”
Luke scoffed a little. “I’m not a slob.”
You shot him a look.
“I’m not that much of a slob,” Luke corrected, grumbling under his breath before he let out a sigh. “You know, you are making this apology a lot harder than I imagined it being.”
“Probably doesn’t help that you’re hungover as fuck,” you teased, but you took the baked good from him. You peaked inside, noting just how much he had actually bought and something warm twisted in your stomach. “You really didn’t have to. It wasn’t that big of a deal, Luke.”
“But it was to me,” he murmured, a crease forming between his eyebrows. “I…I shouldn’t have done that. Like, don’t get me wrong, I love my friends. And I know they wouldn’t judge me but…”
“Hey,” you stepped forward, reaching out to gently touch him. “It’s fine, I promise. This was a part you hid from them for so long and it freaked you out. I get it.”
“I’m not embarrassed by you,” he blurted out, because apparently he has no filter or control over the words leaving his mouth. “Just in case you thought that. Because I’m not. The boys would probably love you but like—”
“You just don’t want them asking questions,” you finished for him, watching as the boy shyly nodded his head. “You don’t have to explain yourself but thank you, anyways. And thank you for the pastries.”
“Right,” he cleared his throat, nodding a little. “Well, I–”
“Go lay down,” you said, a smile growing on your face when his shoulders slumped in relief. “I wasn’t lying when I said you looked like shit. The fact you are even awake before noon is shocking, to be honest.”
“Thank you,” he sighed in relief as he made his way towards your couch, his feet shuffling against the floor. “If I had to go back and listen to Jack blast his obnoxious playlists, I would have died.”
You snorted. “Aw, baby is facing his first, proper hangover outside of cheap college vodka.”
He pulled his sunglasses off to glare at you. “Ha. Ha. Ha.”
“Lie down,” you prompted as you gently pushed him a step forward. “We can nap on the couch. I’ll even show you the trick to hangovers.”
He raised his brows. “It’s not gonna be some weird shit like drinking raw egg yolks, is it?”
“I was going to offer head scratches but if you want raw eggs—”
“No!”
You grinned. “That’s what I thought.”
…
The thing about playing with the team during playoffs was that, as amazing as it was, they did get knocked out and the whole thing felt fairly short-lived.
Don’t get him wrong, it was still a surreal experience. Hockey had been a constant in his life, something that always felt familiar and welcoming no matter where he was. It had felt as recognisable and comforting to him as his family was.
But to know he had made it? To know he was skating and playing and wearing the jersey of an NHL team?
It brought a new thrill to hockey he had never expected, but basked in, nonetheless. It added an extra layer, an extra kick that college hockey could never compete with. It made him feel like everything was worth it, that everything worked out and his dreams aligned with the stars and—fuck, he was making his debut in the National Hockey League.
But as fast as it came, it went.
And then summer happened.
And he was distracted by long nights in Michigan summer heat and cool beers and boat rides that made him feel like nothing else existed beyond the lakehouse. It felt like he was just a normal guy, spending the summer break with his brothers and his friends and pretending like life was always this easy.
It was his last thread to normalcy before his life fully changed.
And then he was moving to Jersey, his belongings packed into boxes and cases as he moved in with Jack for the first time since his brother was drafted. He spent days being paraded around his new city, trying to feel familiar in the unfamiliar apartment, trying to bond with a team that had been together long before his arrival.
It was confusing and exciting and baffling and scary. Every emotion a person could experience, Luke had felt tenfold since he had started preseason training. He felt like he was stumbling through a life that wasn’t his, trying to catch up and get a hold of himself.
Then, in a blink of an eye, he was about to step out for his first official game of his rookie year in the NHL.
And, for some stupid reason, he was far more nervous than he had been for the playoff games.
There wasn’t a pressure on him during the playoffs, not really. People were letting mistakes slide, willing to look over things because it was his first time stepping foot onto the ice for an NHL team. He knew he technically had that luxury now too, that he was a rookie and he was allowed to use this year to find his footing.
But it was hard to remember he was a rookie when everyone and everything kept reminding him he was the third Hughes brother. He wasn’t just a normal rookie or young kid starting out their career in the big leagues. He was the third brother to try and live up to an insane standard his brothers have set, he had to prove he wasn’t a bust who only got here because of his name.
Luke felt more than ever that he had to prove he belonged, that he deserved to have his spot and his place in the team. That he was more than just his surname and the connotations it brought.
He had to prove—
cherry🍒: break a leg or whatever they say in hockey
cherry🍒: actually wait
cherry🍒: don’t break a leg, that would be pretty shit for you
cherry🍒: feel like it would be pretty useful to skate with two unbroken legs
cherry🍒: what i am trying to say is good luck!
And, in a silly way, he knew it was stupid. He shouldn’t need to hear someone else say something, to try and reassure him. Jack had tried a few times to prompt the conversation as game day approached. A few of the other guys had tried too. Hell, even Quinn had called him to try and give him a pep talk.
But, in the nicest way he could put it, it felt meaningless when it came from people he felt like needed to say it.
They needed to believe in him.
You didn’t.
Fuck, you didn’t even know a single thing about the sport. You didn’t understand the significance of his last name in the sport. You didn’t understand just how intense the next year of his life was about to be. You didn’t understand a single thing that the other people in his life had been trying to reassure him over.
And, for some reason that was beyond Luke’s own understanding, that was what he needed.
He needed that unwavering, unbreakable faith from someone who didn’t have to support him. You weren’t his family. You weren’t his teammate. You weren’t a fan. You had no reason to lie to him, to sugarcoat your words and fluff away his worries. You had no reason to believe in him other than the fact you just did.
And it was what he needed.
It was what he needed minutes before the game was due to start, the clock ticking to puck drop and his eyes lingering on your messages before he had to get up and head out to the ice.
He needed you.
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They won the first game of the season.
And then, because the person in the league who was organising the game schedule decided they wanted to try and test them this early on, they played their second game the next night.
And they won that one too.
It was surreal, to be fucking frank. It was a kind of buzz that Luke had never experienced before, not in hockey at least.
Winning was always great, regardless of what age or what league you were playing in. Truthfully, he didn’t think anything would beat the thrill college hockey gave him. His attachment to the boys on his team, the adrenaline of the win pumping through him as he basked in the cheering crowd.
He thought that was his peak. He thought that was the best it would ever get.
And then he joined the NHL.
There was something about wearing the jersey, about knowing that they had thousands of fans watching the game. There was something about skating straight towards his big brother and feeling Jack scream in his ear as they were crowded by the other boys. There was something about knowing this had been his dream since he was a kid, to know he was now living it out.
It was the perfect way to kick off their season—to kick off his rookie season—and Luke genuinely didn’t think he could sit down for longer than two seconds if someone asked him to. His body was bone-tired, he needed decent rest because professional hockey was no joke and his body was still not used to the jump from college hockey.
But he was buzzing. He was practically vibrating with how excited he was. He felt like he could do anything at that moment.
The locker room was buzzing with talks about how to celebrate. Most of them were tired—happy but fucking tired. The younger group wanted to head out to a bar, the older ones wanted to try to be responsible for the sake of practice in the morning. Nico was somewhere in the middle, trying to be diplomatic and find a solution that worked for everyone.
But honestly, Luke didn’t want to stand in a bar where he would either have to sneak drinks or stay sober. And he didn’t particularly want to get drunk in the first place. And he didn’t want to just head home with Jack when his body felt like it could start bouncing off the walls.
He had this ever present, insistent buzz itching beneath his skin and he had a million and one ideas on how to scratch it.
Truthfully, everything was a blur. He didn’t remember the post-game interviews or whatever chirps were being thrown his way in the locker room. He didn’t remember what fuck-ass excuse he gave Jack as he clambered into the backseat of an Uber. He didn’t even remember ordering the Uber in the first place.
He just knew it led him to your doorstep, knocking on your door somewhere past eleven when he hadn’t even stopped to think if you’d be awake or not. He just knew he wanted to see you.
It was almost a shock when the door swung open a couple of seconds after he knocked.
“Shouldn’t you be out celebrating with your team, winner?” You teased, leaning against the door as you spoke. Though, you didn’t look all that bothered with Luke showing up this late to your place unannounced.
But his brain was still moving a million miles an hour and he knew—somewhere amongst the chaos of his thoughts—that he should have said hello, or apologised for randomly showing up, or for banging on your door when you could have been asleep.
But the only thing he managed to blurt out was, “I want to make you come.”
You blinked. And again. And then one more time.
And he thought his racing heart was going to explode in his chest before you pulled the door open wider, an invitation for him to step inside as you muttered something about your nosy neighbours overhearing the whole conversation and eavesdropping.
Luke stood aimlessly in your entrance hallway, watching as you spun to quickly close the door behind him before turning on your heel to face him. You leaned back against the door, making his chest tighten in some kind of way at the way you smiled at him.
“Feeling confident after your big win, huh?” You grinned, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands, and he couldn’t help but find the act oddly endearing. “Does this mean you’re, like, first place or something?”
Luke didn’t bother fighting the smile growing on his face. “Yeah, we basically won the whole thing. Everyone has just forfeited from the championship.”
“You know, you joke but if it wasn’t for the fact I can see you trying not to laugh at me, I would have believed you,” you said to him before pushing off the door, taking a few steps closer to him. “You never answered my question though. Did the win make you feel more confident?”
“Maybe,” he swallowed, his fingers itching to just reach out for you the second you were at arm’s length from him. “It’s just…you always do stuff for me. I wanna do stuff for you too. But like, it’s okay if you don’t want—”
“Don’t do that,” you interrupted.
He frowned a little.
“Don’t second guess your own confidence,” you corrected yourself as you stopped just a step or two away from him. “Be sure of yourself. It’s hot.”
“Mhm,” Luke nodded, though it didn’t sound all that self-assured.
“Remember, just like hockey. You practice and then you play. We’ve been doing the exact same.” And weirdly enough, your words were comforting. “Have some faith in yourself, Luke.”
“Right. Just like hockey,” he murmured, glancing at the small distance between the two of you.
“Just like hockey,” you repeated with a small nod.
And, just like hockey, Luke let himself act before he over thought his actions too much. Hockey was about acting fast and thinking later. It was about acting on your instincts and trusting your teammate would be on the other side of the puck. It was about letting every move, every hit, every shot to be nothing but one hundred percent. It was about taking the chance before it was gone.
Luke took a step forward, closing the distance between you two as his hands reached to cup your face before he kissed you. You let out a noise of surprise that sounded from the back of your throat before you sunk into it, letting your hands rest against his stomach as he took control.
It was intoxicating, in a way you had never experienced with Luke before. Most of the time, he was happy to let you take control. He got this cute but hopeless look on his face when he didn’t know where to put his hands. He was happy to just sit back and let you tell him exactly just how you wanted to be touched, kissed, held.
But this was different. It was overwhelming. It was suffocating in the best way possible. Feeling his body tower over you, feeling his large palms holding you just where he wanted you as his tongue slid into your mouth. Feeling the way Luke acted when he didn’t think, when he didn’t get in his own head, when he just let his body act the way it wanted to.
You barely had a chance to catch your breath before his hands dropped from your face, fingers wrapping around your thighs with a stuttered ‘jump’ whispered against your lips before he lifted you with the ease only a professional athlete could achieve.
He barely pulled away as he walked deeper into your apartment, the layout practically memorised in his head considering the fact he spent just as much time here as he did in his own apartment. His arms were locked on you, not letting you slip a bit as he wandered into your bedroom, laying you down on the bed with a gentleness that made your stomach dip.
“Show off,” you murmured as you glanced up at him, lip tucked between your teeth as your fingers brushed against the hem of his shirt.
He lazily grinned down at you. “I can be impressive sometimes.”
“Yeah?” Your lips twitched upwards as you shuffled back until you were sat further up the bed. You reached for the hem of your hoodie, pulling it over your head and tossing the clothing off to the side. “Come show me how impressive you can be, Hughes.”
He swallowed, eyes darting over your figure before he slowly began making his way onto the bed. “You’re sure?”
“You were the one who came knocking on my door, saying you wanted to make me come,” you teased.
“Yeah but,” Luke paused for a second as his gaze caught yours. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it because I want to.” He flashed you an awkward but sweet smile. “Consent is sexy, you know?”
You snorted, but you grinned back at him. “You have my consent to make me come, Luke.”
“Uh,” he cleared his throat. “I just…I want you to enjoy it but I don’t…”
“Breathe,” you murmured in a softer voice, reaching up to gently squeeze his cheeks to catch his attention. “I’m still here, you’re not doing this alone. Just like hockey, remember? Think of me as your teammate.”
His face instantly scrunched up. “I really don’t want to be thinking about any of my teammates right now.”
You snorted, despite yourself.
“Yeah, okay, maybe not my finest choice of words. What I’m trying to say is that you’re not doing this alone. Sex is a ‘two way street’, ‘it takes two to tango’ kinda thing, Luke,” you spoke as you reached down to guide his hands to the waistband of your leggings. “We’re doing this together.”
“Together,” he murmured with a nod.
“Just like hockey,” you said to him again, seeing a hint of his earlier confidence shine in his eyes as his fingers hooked the waistband of your leggings before pulling them down your legs.
He tugged them over your feet before throwing them off to the side, where your hoodie still laid. He didn’t even hesitate before he ripped his own shirt off over his head, in some weird mixed statement so you weren’t the only one who was half-naked—and because he felt his whole body running far warmer than he thought was normal.
“Foreplay is important. It’s like warm-ups, it’s necessary and preferred and makes the game easier, as well as more enjoyable,” you said, your voice a little lower than before as you gently guided one of his hands from your waist downwards. “It makes her feel good. It makes you feel good. It’s sexy.”
“Sexy,” he noted with a nod, though his eyes were transfixed on you.
Luke gulped a little as his fingers rested along the elastic waistband of your panties. His heart was racing in his chest and blood was roaring in his ears and it was a little hard to focus on the words you were saying when his dick was twitching in his sweatpants.
“Just gotta know where to touch her,” you whispered, lip tucked between your teeth as your fingers lightly skimmed over your clothed cunt. You choked out a gasp as you pressed a slow, deliberate circle over your clit.
He didn’t think even a meteor crashing into your bedroom could make him tear his eyes away from you right now.
“Try.”
Luke’s brows raised a little as you stared at him expectantly.
“C’mon, winner,” your lips twitched upwards. “Just like hockey.”
Just like hockey.
Luke slowly ran his hand over your waist, feeling the cotton fabric of your panties under his touch. He kept his eyes locked on your cunt, trying to ignore the way his hand was shaking as he ran his fingers along the fabric.
A soft sigh left your lips and his eyes snapped up to look at your face, to watch your expressions closely to see what you reacted to. His thumb pressed down experimentally and your nose twitched a little.
“A little higher.”
He listened.
“Firm but gentle.”
He listened.
“Fuck, just like that, Luke.”
He listened.
“A little faster.”
Luke listened.
He listened as you guided him. He listened until there was a small wet spot on the front of your panties. He listened until you were panting and telling him to pull them down your legs. He listened as he gently glided his fingers between your folds, watching with dark eyes as his fingers glinted with your release.
“I get it,” he muttered out at some point, his thumb pressing down on your swollen clit as your hips bucked up against his touch. “The noises. Why you like them.” He gulped a little as his eyes glanced up at you. “You sound pretty when you’re moaning, Cherry.”
“Shit,” your eyes fluttered shut as you reached down to grip his wrist. “Just…fuck, I need to feel you inside me.”
His cheeks burned hot.
“Just,” you panted, chewing down on your bottom lip until it was red and a little swollen. “Slow, okay?”
He gulped. “You sure?”
You huffed out a laugh. “You wanna make me come?”
He nodded.
“Then yeah, I’m sure,” you murmured, brows furrowed together as you felt him glide his fingers through your folds until they were completely covered.
And, if Luke was being so completely honest, he could have come in his pants from the sight alone. It was like at the last possible moment, his brain remembered to look up as he slowly slide one finger inside you and, fuck, he was glad he did.
He felt entranced. He felt mesmerised. He felt like he was stuck in some sort of hypnosis and he couldn’t look away.
He wanted to burn this moment in his memory so he could never, never forget it. He wanted to memorise the way your eyes fluttered shut. He wanted to memorise the way you felt squeezing around him, like you didn’t want him to ever leave. He wanted to memorise the way your lips parted with a silent scream as he slid another finger inside you, as he curled his fingers, as you bucked your hips.
He wanted to remember every single fucking moment until the day he died.
“A little faster,” you breathed out, your head thrown back on your pillow as he followed your instructions. “Shit, yes. Like that. Fuck.”
“Good?” Luke murmured, his whole body feeling like it was on fire and his dick straining against his boxers but, fuck, he couldn’t care less when his attention was on you.
“Good,” you confirmed with a nod as one hand gripped the sheets, the other reaching down to give your clit some attention. “So good, Luke.”
Something in his stomach flipped at your words.
If someone asked Luke Hughes how the last forty-eight hours of his life had been, he would tell them it had been fucking amazing.
And if they asked him what the best moment was, he should probably answer that he has too many to choose from. That maybe it was the fact he officially started his rookie year in the National Hockey League. That maybe it was the fact he won not one, but two NHL games. That maybe it was the fact they won them one after the other. That maybe it was the fact he did all of the above whilst sharing the ice with his big brother.
But, in all fucking honesty, Luke would have chosen this moment.
He would have chosen the sight of you writhing and squirming beneath him. He would have chosen the sight of you panting and moaning and begging. He would have chosen the sight of you coming on his fingers, your back arching off the bed and his name a whimper on your lips. He would have chosen the sleepy smile you gave him as your body twitched as he pulled his fingers out, already missing the feeling of you clenched around him. He would have chosen the look of pure lust and desire in your eyes as you watched him slide his fingers in his mouth, his body moving before his brain caught up as he sucked the taste of you off his fingers.
He would have chosen this moment. And maybe that realisation would be a lot more alarming and head-spinning in a couple of hours, but right now it was a passing thought before he slumped down on the bed next to you.
“Luke?”
“Hm?”
“You’re a good student,” you murmured, feeling a smile on your lips as he let out a small huff of laughter. “A little more practice and I think you could have a good business going for you if the hockey thing doesn’t work out.”
He shook his head. “I think my skating skills are still better than my sex skills, but the confidence you have in me is appreciated.”
“Hm, true,” you said as you nudged his arm, lifting it up before you curled into his side. Luke didn’t say anything but wrap his arm around you to pull you closer. “You do skate very fast.”
“Those two videos really told you everything you needed to know, huh?” He teased, his words light-hearted and joking and warm.
“No, the games you just played told me that,” you corrected.
Luke froze, his mind replaying the words in his head like he wasn’t sure he heard you right the first time. “You watched my games?”
“Yeah,” you answered like it was obvious. “You said they were the start of the important ones, the ones that counted. I mean, I didn’t understand half of it and I spent a significant amount confused but,” you paused to shrug. “I wanted to support you.”
His chest tightened and it was a little harder to breathe, but he didn’t really want to let you go just yet.
“You didn’t have to,” he eventually choked out.
“I wanted to,” you answered before continuing. “Who knows, maybe I’m your good luck charm.”
He knew you were joking. He could hear as much in your voice. But it still made his heart clench a little at the thought.
“Guess you gotta watch every game then.”
“Guess you gotta teach me the game so I understand it then.”
His arm tightened around you, his face burned red and his heart skipped a beat or two. But he still managed to mutter out, “Deal, Cherry.”
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Can I also request a poly sbg x reader who likes cooking for them? (Specifically Korean and Taiwanese food) and they also like calling her mom?
⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚 Mom of the Group! ᥫ᭡. ˚⋆
cw: drooling over food, being called ‘mom’, that’s all i guess?
a/n: HII THANKYOU FOR REQUESTING AGAINNN! sorry this one took much longer than the previous one T-T but either way, i hope you’ll like this! and sorry if the foods are not what you expected and really sorry if it’s spelled wrong!
note: reader doesn’t really have any pronounce or gender but is called mom!
divider credits: @drifting-moon @chachachannah
in every kind of way you are, adding your careful personality, you’re always known as a person or a friend who likes to take care of eachother. the fact that you’re a sociable person, not mentioning how you’re a pretty good cooker, makes it even better. since (almost) all of the person in the gang are stubborn and only focuses on the phantom realm, barely taking care of themselves, you, who ARE LOWKEY DONE OF THEIR DEPRESSING ATTITUDE decided to.. try and take things more careful.
“ah, i tried making some meatball dumplings as the starter. for the main i made jjajangmyeon with the side of kimchi and mozzarella corn! aaand- logan helped me while making this ice mango and sago. please dig in everyone!” foods were laid on the table with a glam presentation. anyone who sees it could immediately drool as their appetite will boost.
aiden and taylor were practically drooling as they stared into the food with shining eyes. while ashlyn, tyler, ben and logan tried to hold their drool and act from being so hungry. i mean, who could you blame when you’ve all been stuck in a phantom realm for days and haven’t got any… gorgeous food (other than that delicious sandwich that ashlyn’s parents made).
“thankyou y/n!” “mmm looks delicious..” “best day of my life for real!” “smells amazing..” all whispers of appreciations were heard until.. “thankyou for making these mom!” the word mom came out of nowhere as aiden blurted it out unconsciously. “oops-“ he soon realised what he just said as the table went quiet, but the sound of your laugh came trailing. “no worries, it’s fine totally! i guess i do act like your mom sometimes..” everyone got some jjajangmyeon with either kimchi or corn with mozzarella and meatball dumplings.
everytime you all succeed a mission, whether in the phantom realm or real world, you always make them special food, mostly taiwanese and korean, for a feast.
though, sometimes, when everyone’s having a rough day at school, you’d make them some treats.
“ughh.. have you guys done that 50 math questions? it’s literally due by tomorrow…” aiden slumped on the cafeteria table, following ashlyn who’s already burried her face in her crossed arms. “literally forgot ‘bout those..” tyler rested his head on his hand while ben wrote something on his notebook, “i haven’t touched my math book since monday”. seeing what ben has written, taylor answered, “relatable” as she faceslaped herself. while logan, “i don’t think i’ll survive if i do all of them today..” he continued eating his lunch.
“i don’t even understand or know what’s it about…” you looked at them, trying to remember what you’ve learned. “i know right… ughh..” taylor closed her eyes as she tried to calm her mind down. but the busy background noise made it seem impossible.
the others were groaning or sighing about how complicated all of these were when you pulled out a fancy container. hearing the zip from your bag and somehting being placed on the table made aiden perked up to see what is it.
“ooh, what’s that y/n?” he looked closely while the others started to gain their focus on it. “well.. since it’s been bad lately.. i decided to make us some tteok and songpyeom.. my mom used to make these for me when i was younger. and it instantly lit up my day” you smiled, remembering the memories you’ve made.
“oooh! sounds yummy” everyone looked into the container as you opened it. “here, have some! i made sure all of us would get atleast 3” you passed the container to everyone as they chose which one they’d like.
“mmmm! i think the songpyeom fits my taste more” taylor hummed as she ate the snack. “same here” answered ashlyn, sounding grateful that you’ve made this for all of them. “i’m more to the savoury so tteok is better for me” logan pulled his opinion out as ben nodded, agreeing logan. “well- i think i’d have to agree with logan” tyler continued eating his tteok peacefully.
you were grateful that they all loved the foods you made. aiden shot a playful grin before saying, “well.. i think it’s understandable if we call you mom now! ehhe” hearing that made you laugh “well.. i don’t really mind either-“ “it totally suits you y/n!” taylor continued eating the snacks you made as aiden spammed “mom mom mom mom mom” in the background noise, earning a shhh from the group after a while.
you don’t always make them food, you’ve made them tea when you all were training too.
you all were panting from the rough and tiring practice you’ve had with ashlyn’s parents. all of you definitely needed something to boost your energy. you scrambled through your bag to find a thermos and small plastic cups (omg your efforts bruh) for all of you to take atleast a sip.
“look at what i brought, everyone!” you called for their attention as they all perked up at your direction. “what’s for today, mom?” taylor joked before chuckling. “well.. i made us some alishan tea who could accelerate metabolism” you smiled while pouring some in each cup. “oooh! that’s cool!” aiden stared at you pouring in the tea. “i think i’ve heard of it before somewhere..” ashlyn mumbled, secretly excited to taste it.
soon, you handed each cups for everyone to take. “thankyou y/n!” all of them answered. each of them took a sip of the tea and clearly most of them liked it. you let out a relieved breath as soon as you see their expression turned into happy and not disgust. “sooo.. how is it?” you asked in curiosity. “it’s naturally sweet, cool!” “yummy, mom” “just like my taste” they all answered differently but none of them answered negatively. you were happy how they all liked them.
“it’s amazing, thanks mom” ashlyn answered too. but when she did, her mom was walking towards your direction and was a bit shocked when she heard it. soon, ashlyn noticed her mom coming by and realised what she just said. “w-wait it’s not like that-! she’s just acting like our mom in the group but that doesn’t mean i’m replacing you-“ she explained, hurriedly. scared that her mom will think of something else.
but her mom only chuckled as she calmed ashlyn down. “i get it don’t worry.. i was just messing around!” she hugged ashlyn to reassure her.
you’re glad that this ‘mom’ thing doesn’t make any trouble. you’re actually happy of it. i guess being the mom of the group isn’t so bad after all, huh?
♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ゚. thankyou for supporting! ୨♡୧
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Alex: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! [wheeeeeeze] Byrd: Woah, lady-.. I know karate! Wren: No, you don’t. Byrd: [whispers] She doesn’t need to know that. Wren: It’s Alex, dipshit. Byrd: Ohhh-.. wait, really? Wren: Sure looks like her.
Alex: Oh my god, I found you-.. and I followed your CAT! I missed you so much!! I hope you’re not mad at me-.. I’m so SO sorry for not writing! I thought I was being organised by printing some labels out to save time, y’know? But then I forgot them at home when we went to my uncles and dad said we’d only be gone for a month, so I figured it wasn’t a huge deal, but then we stayed for what felt like it’d be FOREVER and I couldn’t for the life of me remember your address which is ridiculous ‘cause I SHOULD’VE had it memorised by now and I felt so awful as the months passed. I tried to remember it a couple times but you never wrote back so I figured I obviously got it wrong-.. then I tried finding your house on a stupid online map but the internet was crappy at best and the Bay is WAY bigger than I thought it’d be and I’ve never really seen your house in full view from the street either so, like.. I barely knew what I was looking for, and what if that camera car didn’t even map your house, y’know?!
Ava: That was.. a lot. Alex: Sorry-.. you’re not mad, are you? [Robin shook his head and took a breath, but nothing came out] Wren: Oop. Byrd: Yeah, I think he broke. Ava: Ooh, do you know sign language? Alex: No-.. I totally should’ve learnt! I guess I didn’t know I’d be coming here though… Byrd: I can teach you! Well, some, I’m still learning, but Robin knows a bunch. Ava: He’s not mad, by the way. He was just worried. [Robin shot his younger siblings a look, fruitlessly warning them not to embarrass him] Byrd: I’m sure he’d say hi, if he could. Wren: I bet he’d say you look pretty too. Byrd: He’s been extra mopey without your letters-.. or maybe that’s just what puberty does. Ava: He has to wear deodorant now, otherwise he STINKS! Wren: You should stay for supper, dad’s baking something.. again. Alex: Ough.. I was supposed to be home ages ago, dad’ll kill me.. wait, what school do you go to?! Byrd: Bay C-… Wren: Not us-.. he goes to Copperdale. Alex: Ohh, yay! I promised dad I’d finally unpack tomorrow but the day after that is Monday, right? Wren: Well done. Alex: Okay-.. ahhhh! SEE YOU AT SCHOOL!!
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[Robin deflated as soon as Alex liberated him from another bear hug and sped off, releasing a breath he’d kept tucked beneath his ribs for an uncomfortably lengthy amount of time] Robin: Ouuuuuuuuuuuuugh. Robin: Why-.. why am I like this? Wren: You’ll spew something out eventually. Oscar: Alright losers, pie’s-.. what’s up with him? Robin: I’m fucking BROKEN. Wren: I mean.. you’re a little fucked, but still good! Oscar: Quit it with the swearing-.. what happened? Wren: Alex showed up n’ he broke. Robin: I didn’t even get to say hi or ask why she’s here, or for how long-.. and you just had to be embarrassing! Oscar: What’d she say? Robin: She said Alex was pretty on my behalf and I’ve never said that and she’s a DICK! Oscar: That’s tame-.. for Wren. Robin: I hate you all right now. Wren: Not as much as you hate yourself. Oscar: Hey, too much! Robin, c’mon-… Robin: SHUT UP! Oscar: Right, you’re on dish duty. Wren: Seriously?! Oscar: You reap what you sow, honey.
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Do you have any thoughts about the opposite of the "Im afraid to confess because our friendship could get ruined"? As in, "I'm afraid to reject you because I don't want to lose this friendship so I accept your confession even though I don't feel that way for you and never will".
Like the protagonist tries to convince themselves that this is just like being friends only that we now kiss (and more). I feel like it would fit with a yandere that is a bit delusional or desperate, eveb insecure so whenever the protagonist doesnt seem as into this relationship as them, they just try to convince themselves otherwise, or love bomb the protagonist.
Idk lately Ive been into reversing the tropes and I found this one particularly interesting to me when it comes to a yandere. In HSR i was thinking of Argenti as he seems like the delusional type. Or even Aventurine who would have had to put down a lot of walls to be friends with you and then even more walls just to confess, so rejecting him doesnt seem like an option to the protag (out of pity and care).
THIS THIS THIS!!!! qnon ur brain is so wrinkly and soggy with brain juice..... this used to be my favorite trope at some point idk why i forgot about it i remember eating up any fanfics out there based on this
Tw: yandere (obv), manipulation, intimacy (mainly romantic, only hints of sexual), emotional blackmailing, whatever yadda yadda
But anyways, under the cut!
Okay, so, I imagine this is possible with literally... almost all of hsr's cast. Mainly because most of them have such tragic backstories, and most of them out of that have a really shrewd and cunning mind, so they'll exploit this to hell and back.
I also imagine this is with a people pleasing reader, so lets go with a bit of implication of that.
Anyways, since Aventurine and Argenti are the ones mentioned specifically, I'll probably dive in on them first.
Aventurine is so hard to not feel pity for. Every stolen glance at the marking on his neck makes you feel worse and worse for "rejecting him", knowing he's been throwing signs of wanting more than a friendship quite possibly everywhere and you're most likely ignoring them in hopes of keeping your friendship. It's not like he hasn't quite caught on, either. He knows people's hearts quite well. And where there's opportunity, he seizes it.
It's a bit frustrating for him – just why can't you see he wants more? Or rather, just why aren't you accepting him? You're the first thing on his mind when he wakes up, when he clutches his chip and bets on his life, the last thing on his mind when he goes to sleep. Hell, he's even tried to dream of you, forcefully. But then he realizes.. how easy you are to just push around. He goes ahead with the confession, and it's almost a sadistic kind of pleasure when he sees you even try and stutter out any kind of a rejection when he's leaning in a perfect angle that shows off his little marking (out of all the times he curses it, it seems like this time it's worked in his favor). He watches carefully as your eyes nervously flit to his neck and you shut up immediately for a second, before accepting. And when you do.. he's over the moon! Coddles you, kisses your cheeks, becomes so much more grabby, as his keen eyes watch your discomfort. Well.. you didn't reject him, so this is what you should expect.
Again, the frustration doesn't wear off easily, but just seeing you writhe and try to create distance while he suffocates you in affection far from platonic nature, is so sadistically pleasuring to him. He loves watching you in that state, bending to his will so easily, as he waits for you to snap. But he'll probably find it easier to squeeze water out of a rock than to squeeze a rejection out of you – which is precisely what he exploits. You're not going anywhere, are you? He puts on his best, pleading little eyes that he used to have to put on, shaking, trembling voice, desperate hands that cling to you; all the things he acts out like his life depends on it when he senses even a waver of your hesitation.
Oh, fine.. he hates seeing you so queasy almost all the time, so he'll give you a reprieve from time to time. Plans and schedules things you used to do "back when you were friends" (he emphasizes this – you don't think you can just ignore everything, right?), and makes sure to at least crack a few smiles and giggles from you. Of course.. his hand is still loosely hanging around your waist, pecks you on the lips from time to time, just as a small reminder of what you guys really are now.
Argenti on the other hand, has no awareness of your discomfort at all.
He's like a huge dog, the way he's so happy about you accepting his confession and doesn't even stop to think afterwards just why you were so hesitant during it.
Constantly praises you, and it's not soon before it gets to a more intimate nature. He wants to do all the romantic things – kissing under the rain, protecting you from something, twirling you in the air and then kissing you again after putting you down, telling everyone proudly that you two are a couple, buying more and more "romantic" gifts that turn more intimate sooner or later. You have no way out of this without completely ruining everything.
It's.. almost painful the way he doesn't realise. At some point your discomfort probably gets so.. obvious, but he just shrugs it off; perhaps he hasn't been paying you enough attention? Or you're just too shy to ask something of him? Oh, how sweet! How adorable! He thinks. He simply falls deeper and deeper into this delusion, stringing you along and stretching your patience thin. Unfortunately, unlike Aventurine, you can't find most, if any bits of the things you both used to do as platonic companions in the relationship you have with Argenti. He's just a full-blown romantic who wants to do only that. It makes you even more queasy when people look at you in pity, if they realize just what happened between you two.
You can't back out, even if you tried. If you somehow manage to find a way to squeeze out a rejection, or have any kind of a reservation about things getting more intimate/romantic stuff, he's so devastated. Did he do something wrong? Perhaps he's not as experienced as you wanted him to be? Or you're not satisfied with some of the things he's said? Don't fret, he's right on it! Constantly holding you so close you're afraid your bones will break, whispering incessant praises into your ear that slowly spiral into affirmations that you belong to him, spoiled rotten with everything you want; yet, even then.. you can't shake off the intention they were given in. Not when you're suffocated by it.
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Midoriya's Delusion
This is post that builds upon my previous one, I've copied many of the points I made there to here. Albiet with some corrections and tweaks.
To summarize, I have a bit of a crack theory that chapter 430 isn't as real as we've been led to believe. (As for when this actually takes place, that's up to you but I like to imagine the start of his third year marks the beginning of his mental decline.)
(As an update, I find it dubious whether 8 years have actually passed or if that's also a part of the fantasy. I can see Midoriya becoming so attached to the lie that his reference of time begins to warp)
This theory mostly comes from some inconsistencies in regards to the hero rankings and some other things I've found.
Corrections:
It's left ambiguous whether Best Jeanist and Endeavor are still active. However the fact that people view these two in a postive light (especially after Dabi and the war) still seems absurd.
2. Midoriya wasn't outright abandoned, rather their busy schedules make it hard for their days off to coincide. This falls apart when you look at this panel
"The rate of new villains keep decreasing and the number of heroes have stabilized"
Besides Ochaco who's funding a quirk counseling project, the rest of the class should be able to make time. Again it's stated that they aren't actually fighting.
There's no real threat to face. Besides PR and Community Service there's bot a whole lot else (besides the occasional natural disaster)
One could argue it's because the scope of what heroes do is increasing, thus keeping them busy. But again, we see heroes doing exactly what they did before, PR, Advertising and (implied) Showboating.
This leads me to believe that the lack of contact is based in reality, to some extent.
Whether it was by choice or forced by their (1A's) respective PR teams to preserve their images (can't be seen around the "freaks" for too long, now can we?).
The lie comes in the form of busy schedules.
Now whether that's what Midoriya tells himself or what he's been told, I cannot say for certain.
Disturbia:
For those of you who didn't read my last post, you may be wondering, so what's going on?.
Simply put:
Midoriya's having a breakdown fantasy to cope with the fact that he won't be becoming a hero due to the loss of his quirk.
Im aware it sounds crazy but consider the following:
1. Midoriya subconsciously knows the way he's been treated was wrong.
This manifests within the escapists fantasy in Bakugo's drop in the rankings + the attitude surrounding him (as well as his damaged hand never fully healing)
He meets a kid who just so happens to be in a near exact same position as he once* was (and still is to an extent). One could take this as his mind's way of trying to cope and heal itself, by having Midoriya do what he does best and help others, henceforth working though his trauma by using the kid as a stand in.
*Even the kid's "bully" seems to be a warped version of Bakugo (perhaps this is how Midoriya tries to fool himself into believing how it was)
2. We see Kota.
I believe that here, Kota serves as what Midoriya thinks he could have been had he not failed. Kota is the idealized version of Midoriya here, the unobtainable.
3. A lesson ignored
Apparently people forgot the connection between Endeavor and Shoto. You'd think this would be a good thing as Shoto would be able to become his own person.
This falls flat when you remember that also includes people forgetting the reason and happenings behind Shoto's existence, it feels like Midoriya is trying to have his cake and eat it too
To elaborate, this is a major copout, it allows Shouto to be unaffected by his family's past bith career wise and emotionally. While also feeding into Midoriya's rather toxic belief that forgiveness is required to be a good person.
(The fact that killing Tomura violated this only adds to my theory that this whole thing is an escapist coping mechanism.)
(You can also add the idea that Tomura didn't forgive society for what they did to him and his friends. That likely broke all the "rules" that Midoriya knew.)
4. The Mech Suit is a massive cope, it's the dying whimper of Midoriya's childish hope that All Might will save the day.
This time there's no magic quirk, no garrish mech suit, no plot twist.
No. There's only Midoriya and the consequences of his, his classmates and hero societies actions. It doesn't matter how shiny and seamless the illusion, how sweet the lie.
You can't hide the blood.
Concerning Aspects:
That was mostly the revised stuff, let me introduce you to some new points
1. A Frozen Lake
Something I noticed was certain characters seem to be almost frozen in time, as if someone tried to continue a story using scraps of the original text.
The curious case of Rei Himura:
This scene seems almost stagnant, what was most noticeable was Enji's bandages still being on and Rei still being there.
It's as if Midoriya hasn't seen them in years (or perhaps doesn't want to acknowledge what happened). So his mind uses what he last saw/heard of them, creating a sterile, static scenario. Little better than props.
Those surrounding her (with the exception of Hawks) also seem to be stuck in the past.
It's definitely strange.
2. See No Evil, Hear no Evil, Speak No Evil
Shigaraki is a representation of Midoriya's repressed guilt and his fears. I believe deep down Midoriya knows that, inevitably the cycle will repeat, so long as the system is allowed fester and wallow in it's complancy.
I find the fact that he's behind Midoriya to be ironic, as if to say: don't look back, don't think about what you've done.
A Symbol of Stagnation:
I should warn you that it does get lengthy from here, however I think it's important to get the full picture. Even if I tend to ramble here.
It's implied here that Lemillion's the top hero. This is awful for a variety of reasons. Mirio is a horrible symbol.
All Might was flawed for a variety of reasons, but a majority of these were byproducts rather than directly being his own doing.
Mirio on the other hand, has such a cancerous philosophy that it actively harms all who interact with it.
Mirio is a follower, he follows orders first and asks questions never.
Eri is the best example of this. Even after Nighteye's death, Mirio never truly reflects on the damage his actions could have caused ( only saved by the narrative, seriously it's a miracle Eri trusts anyone besides Midoriya after being abandoned like that)
You see, the difference between Toshinori and Mirio lies in their actions and principles.
Mirio left Eri to die, all for the sake of the "mission".
For all the heroes knew, Eri could have been a trafficking victim and either have been killed or relocated. But no, appearances and "gotta catch em all" take priority even after knowing Eri is in the Yakuza's clutches.
Lemillion made the worst decisions possible. He followed a known murder into a secluded, restricted area (with a hostage mind you) bringing his pupil with him.
Willingly ignored blatant signs of abuse (just look at the girl) and played hooky with thre leader of a criminal organization, who is known for his short fuse and willingness to kill.
He did all of that, when he could have easily detained Overhaul at any point (his quirk being a direct counter)
Toroshinori would fight tooth and nail in that situation. Consequences be damned if it meant saving Eri.
Part of the reason Toroshinori was so effective as a hero was 1. His sense of justice and 2. His compassion.
Mirio is a symbol that can be controlled, a weapon if you will.
The fact that Mirio is at the top shows that things haven't changed and are even beginning to decline. So this brings me to my next point
You may be asking, if Midoriya's losing it in his own mind, what's the outside world look really like?.
Allow me to set the stage.
4. Speculation
Within Midoriya's muddled mind, Lemillion represents both his toxic optimism and a subconscious understanding that nothing has changed. It represents denial and acceptance, a dysfunctional middle ground that's easy enough for Midoriya to stomach.
The truth of the matter is, delusion or not, the reality is soon to sink in.
Something that I don't see discussed is the lack of reactions from other nations or really any insight into how they were affected by everything that happend.
Here's the idea: Most likely they are foaming at the mouth.
Particularly it's the countries who suffered under Imperial Japan in the past (Korea, China, Singapore etc), however this also applies to every nation Nedzu brow beat into aiding with the rebuilding efforts, albiet their reaction would be latent.
Not not only is the attitude painfully reminiscent of how Japan handles it's past atrocities, Japan has had them clean up their messes. seen below:
(you cannot tell me Big Red Dot over here is having a good time)
From an outside pov. The Commission never told anyone about AFO, rather they suppressed any information, locked him up in Tartarus and then sat on the whole situation until it blew up in their (read: everyones) faces.
He then proceeded to: kill over 8000 people (+ those killed during the Blackout period), kill the top hero of one of the world's most powerful nations and incite mass panic. Destroyed massive amounts of infrastructure and transport nationwide, broke thousands of criminals out of prison, destroying those prisons in the process.
Meanwhile the heroes:
Abandoned civilians in mass by quitting in the middle of a war.
Left the public in the dark for months and allowing crime and paranoia to grow rampant, even (forcibly) bringing someone they knew was being targeted by AFO and his forces to the one place they could find shelter.
Mutilated a seven year old girl. Who has a history of being mutilated for the gain of others and patted themselves on the back. (Also having no holdup on how that may effect her physically via her quirk or mentally via her trauma)
Mic: tried to kill a docile prisoner who could be considered in comatose, based off of his emotional attachment to a dead man + viewing it as justified if it meant Spinner couldn't get to him.
Used hospital staff and patients as meatshields (Central Hospital) during a riot.
Most had no qualms supporting a child beating eugenicist and implied marital rapist, even with his one of his victims exposed him and citing it as his main reason for turning to villainy.
Held an illegal questioning* with said abuser while ignoring his main victim (Rei, who is probably the most reliable source of information there)
(*which effectively is like conducting an investigation on yourself and declaring you are not guilty)
And so much more! (But this post is getting too long)
My point is by the time everything was said and done, it seemed everyone but Japan was paying for it.
It's outright stated that the US president risked national security by sending every hero they had to help Japan. (Impeachment worthy if you ask me)
Endeavor's little plan to kill himself and Dabi in a blaze of death ended up disrupting the weather. Very likely it'll end up resembling an El Niño phenomenon, only vastly off schedule and even more destructive than normal.
For Reference [https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/ninonina.html]
Very likely it'll lead to an agricultural drought in the northern America's and mass flooding in southern America's, likely starting at the west coast and bleeding inland. Leading to a domino effect where cost of living surges due to the sudden displacement of people and the rapid loss of products.
Worse still, because the US had no heroes (likely for months on end), crime has likely surged in the America's, which will further impact the rest of the world.
The rebuilding efforts likely emptied the wallets of most participating countries, leaving them unable to help anyone, including themselves.
Also keep in mind that Japan incriminated themselves with the Business Course footage. I don't think the general public (outside of Japan) is going to take too kindly to a known murder and abuse apologist being in charge of a system already known for it's corruption.
The end result is likely be a world that detests Japan, either from a moral perspective (Rei's treatment + the treatment of those society abandoned), a financial perspective (we can't afford shit and you contributed to that) or historical perspective (you do this everytime and ignore the consequences).
A world divided by struggle and united by an immense loathing for the Commission's Japan and the culture surrounding it.
Oh, don't forget there's no finding left for quirk research. Meaning that it's very likely no one will be prepared for quirk singularity to start manifesting in the upcoming generations (Thanks Nedzu).
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Update: Can I just say that Aizawa's lack of ownership infuriates me even though this is likely a fantasy and not grounded in reality.
Like what the fuck do you mean "with the way he talks, it was pointless" Fantasy Aizawa.
Because "Hey Asshole", You deliberately ignored his attitude and offenses!. And what? Now your just gonna shrug it off like it wasn't your fault. To hell with that you had two years, most teacher are said to only get one. As you so graciously mentioned at the start of this shit show of an epilouge.
Heres the moment I'm referring to btw:
While we're at it. Are you telling me it was too hard to get Momo some proper attire all three fucking years she was at UA for.
Not to mention Toru is still naked, how the fuck hasn't she died yet, she is literally exposed to the elements (and lord help her of she gets a cut)
Kirishima's costume is still his biggest liability considering it exposes his chest and back (also seeing as even when hardened he can't repell bullets)
Does Denki still fry himself with his quirk?
Before we move on Aizawa. How's that daughter you neglected, her horn still broken?.
Speaking of which let's look at the rescue team:
What the hell is this!?
Let's see, we got a guy who can only do damage (and his sweat detonates on contact, destroying whatever it touches.)
A brainwasher who only got into the hero course via nepotism and who can only brainwash people who directly respond to him!. A person trapped underneath rubble either frantic or groaning in pain isn't going to be able to respond or even just give consent.
(On a side note what are the laws regarding mind control quirks, does some sort of waiver have to be signed, can a person sue for being controlled against their consent?)
Oh, but wait there's more.
Midoriya running headlong with experimental tech that has, very likely never seen the light of day. Let alone preform in an actual high stakes situation before.
You're trying to carry someone and oops! Something malfunctioned or was miscalculated, now there's an even bigger mess (hooray!)
Who could forget Mezo "they'll come for your kids" Soji. Who climbed the ladder and pulled it all the way up.
Yeah forget that Heteromorph's were getting hate crimed long before the war, ignore the fact that you yourself were maimed by an angry mob after doing one of the most heroic things a person can do. Dismiss Spinner's comment about being sprayed with Pesticide for walking in public.
Nah screw it, let's all sing Kumbaya while the Creation Rejection Clan runs wild outside the reach of the cities, then ignore that the discrimination still is prevalent in the countryside and it's only a matter of time before somone gets fed up and takes matters into their own hands. (talons, claws, you get the picture)
But your a hero now Soji, you got your's. So fuck the rest of 'em
And don't even get me started on Hawks. Congratulations you ignorant bastard, way to kill time and by that I mean for everyone but the heroes.
"Yeah life is great!, everyone hates us, we're rapidly falling into debt from all that rebuilding 8 years back."
"Speaking of which some of those buildings are staring to fall apart due to being rushed to meet deadlines set within the month they were started."
"Social darwinism is on the rise and people are becoming more complacent that ever before due to heroes applying bandaid solutions on decade long, deeply ingrained problems."
"All so the average person doesn't have to think about what's festering beneath society's floorboards, so thank you Safety Commission. Here's your star of positivity ⭐️." - Some random anti-hero civilian
So much for greatest heroes, huh.
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UPDATE 2:
A dark thought I just had, is that the main reason Izuku killed Tomura was because Tomura broke the rule of "Forgiving Your Abusers makes you Good".
When Tomura refused to relinquish his hatred, when he stood his ground, that is when Midoriya decided he had to die. If not to "stop" him, then to preserve Midoriya's perception of the world .
Shigaraki + The LOV by their very ideals went against everything Midoriya has had beat into him by Bakugo and Aldera over the years.
Makes me wonder how'd he react to a person refusing to forgive their abuser. If he interacted with Natsuo or Rei, I could see that delving into a complete mess.
Now that I think about it, The Midoriya we know now, he would have never tried to hold onto Eri back when they first met.
Ironically, he became what he named himself after, a Deku. A puppet attached to thorns of liquid gold, glistening and burning hot.
A slave to his own biases and belief system, now trapped in a stage of his minds own making.
First bound by his past, then by legacy and finally, now by his own hand.
木偶.
#bnha critical#mha critical#hero society critical#anti bakugou#midoriya critical#just a bit#hawks critical#anti shinsou hitoshi#anti eraserhead#anti enji todoroki#anti endeavor#anti aizawa shota#anti aizawa#anti mirio#lov#league of villains
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Pinky Promise
Jiaoqiu x Reader
You have a bad day and Jiaoqiu is there for you. But unbeknownst to you...
An extremely shitty day.
That was the only way to describe it.
Where absolutely nothing went right. When you thought it couldn't get worse, but it did.
But at least now by leaning against the table, faceplanting it, you could forget your anger, sorrow, frustration, even if just a moment.
How you wish you could just disappear.
Just then, you heard the door opening gently.
"You forgot to lock the front door again."
A smooth, silvery voice rang.
You didn't bother to look up. You already knew who that was. Besides, he had sent you a chat informing his visit beforehand.
Just then, you caught a whiff of a sweet-smelling fragrance...
...Chocolate?
You peeked through the gap in your arms.
True enough, the pink Foxian stood there, with a porcelain cup in his hand. He was your neighbor.
You found him buried in the snow, injured, but that was a story for another time. After you saved him, he moved in next door, and even gave you his key.
Ever since you learned how much of a good cook he was, you'd pester him to cook for you. As such, you didn't really mind that he invited himself into your room.
Jiaoqiu was smiling, but when he noticed your gaze, he leaned in slightly.
"Well, despite my advice, it seems that someone went ahead and pulled an all-nighter anyway."
His kind tone bore soft admonishment.
Your puffy red eyes must've been a dead giveaway. Yeah, you weren't only sad, but tired.
Under normal circumstances, you'd have countered it with, 'Whachu gonna do about it, Doc? Feed me chillies?'
By the way, he was actually a doctor. He'd often give you health advice, which sometimes went ignored.
"...There was an important presentation today." You could only muster a weak reply.
"You've mentioned. How did it go?"
"...Well, I-I did my best, but..."
"Well done."
"...But I messed up. I couldn't answer the professor's questions, and he threatened to fail me. I'll have to make up for it by doing a bunch of assignments later..."
Even though some passed it for so much less. All that effort, down the drain because the professor felt like giving you hell today. But it is what it is.
"...Well done."
Was it just your feeling, or did his voice sound softer...?
And no, it wasn't sarcasm. You knew he was far too kind for that.
You finally looked up.
"!"
Jiaoqiu's gentle smile was unchanging as always, without a shred of disappointment.
"I'm sorry to hear about the unsatisfactory result. But I know how hard you worked for it. So, well done."
The smile of someone who never stopped believing you.
Suddenly, something hot trickled down your cheek. Realizing what it was, you immediately buried your face in your arms.
"W-what about you? You never told me why you were visiting!"
"I tried my hands at making something."
Clink.
You could hear the sound of a cup being placed down on the table, right in front of you.
"This is..."
Almost immediately, you were tantalized by the rich, sweet fragrance of cocoa, mixed with the bitterness of coffee.
"Ah, the cafe that had a wonderful Creamy Coco Frappuccino shut down... How I wish I can taste it again..."
Once, you had said that in front of him in passing.
Jiaoqiu's culinary expertise was Chinese cuisine, and more often than not, traditional. Most of the time, he didn't recognize the modern and trendy dishes you mentioned. For example, cafes and their stylists drink.
But ever since that day, you found new recipe books strewn around his place. Rather than messy, it just seemed as if someone was trying to pinpoint a certain recipe, no matter how long it took.
Afterward, he'd cook the dishes you mentioned, one after another.
Sometimes, you didn't even remember bringing them up.
Yet, he remembered, kept your words in his heart, and wholeheartedly cooked them for you, one by one.
"I'm experimenting with something."
"I cooked too much. Why don't you have some?"
"I tried my hands at this."
Every time, he'd say such things, probably to not make you feel bad.
This drink was also one of them. The rim of the cup was even coated with hardened chocolate, and sprinkled with rock sugars, like in those cafes.
"Why don't you give it a try?" Jiaoqiu urged you.
Without further ado, you took a sip of the drink.
Creamy rich chocolate, bittersweet coffee, and milky caramel flowed into your mouth, pampering your taste buds. Gradually, your broken heart was being mended.
You placed the half-empty cup down, silently staring at the swirling liquid.
"How is it?" He asked with a hint of anticipation.
"...Jiaoqiu, marry me."
"...!!"
Overflowing with gratitude, happiness, and warmth, those words just spilled out.
Your eyes were getting heavier for some reason.
...Right, you didn't sleep at all last night, re-reading the materials and all.
I'm so sleepy...
As your consciousness faded, you saw Jiaoqiu reaching out toward you.
"Promise me, then."
He presented you his pinky finger.
Under the dazzling sunlight, his pink hair fluttered, reminiscent of fallen cherry blossoms. He gave you a smile just as bright, if not brighter than the sun.
So, how could you resist?
Before you fell asleep, you remembered hooking fingers with him.
︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・
Jiaoqiu carried the sleeping girl to her room, before tucking her in.
Then, he peered into her face.
"...Jiaoqiu, marry me."
Even as he recalled it, his heart skipped a beat. It was a rare physical phenomenon for him, probably once in a lifetime. Jiaoqiu only recalled experiencing it twice. Just now, and when she nursed him to health back then.
"...Whether you spoke without thinking, sleep talked, or just joked, you've made a promise."
Golden eyes shimmered under the shadow.
"If you go back on your words, I'll chase you until the end of earth."
︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・
Extra
After that, with the support, afternoon snacks, and midnight snacks of Jiaoqiu, you managed to finish all the assignments, and passed the class.
But somehow, the professor who ripped you to shreds suffered from severe diarrhea and had to take sick leave for a month.
All's well that ends well?
Sequel:
Good Night, Sweet Dream
#jiaoqiu x reader#jiaoqiu fanart#hsr jiaoqiu#jiaoqiu x you#jiaoqiu hsr#hsr x you#hsr fanfic#jiaoqiu#hsr x reader#hsr fanart#hsr
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Look Into His Angel Eyes
pairing: harry styles x zoologist!youtuber!reader
summary: harry takes his niece to the san diego zoo, and you just so happen to take care of the animal she’s obsessed with. koalas.
warnings: zero knowledge of zoology LMAO, not edited, a few curse words
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harry had expected a lot more fuss when he went to a very famous, very popular zoo. he expected at least someone — one person! — to notice him or recognize him.
nobody had even given him a second glass.
those kids movies were right. change your har (put on a beanie) and wear sunglasses (because even if it was a little chilly, it was bright), and you were a whole different person!
well, until gemma’s little girl, rosie, who was usually a gem and the best kid ever, started crying. over what, you may ask?
she demanded they find the koalas.
granted, she was only five, but.. he was still worried people would see him and recognize him.
when he had graciously offered to drive rosie to san diego to go to the zoo because gemma simply didn’t have the time, he forgot it was a public, normal people zoo.
so, he asked someone where the koalas were (and then four more people after that on the way there, all of which informed him that he better hurry if he wanted to catch the koala talk, which was supposedly a big hit for some reason), and made his way to the other side of the zoo.
who the hell made this place so big?
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you’d been living in san diego for five years, since you were eighteen. you’d been working with the koalas at the san diego zoo for that same amount of time.
18 and fresh out of high school, you moved far, far away from your horrible hometown and even more horrible people, and went to san diego to both go to college for zoology and work your dream job.
well, technically, it was an internship at first, but still!
like most little girls, you were obsessed with animals. however, instead of dogs or some other basic animal (though, koalas are still pretty basic, you suppose), you were obsessed with koalas. and then, it never went away.
your mother tried anything to talk you out of it, into a safer career path, she’d say. more secure.
well, fuck secure because you were about to go talk to little kids who were just like you when you were younger and feed a baby koala.
you had also started a successful side career as a youtuber. you made regular videos like vlogs and hauls and whatnot, and also educational videos about koalas. some of your vlogs were at work, such as today.
“so.. we have jess here to record as i do a koala talk. and.. it is officially 1:30, so let’s go!” you exclaim, handing your coworker, jess, the camera.
you pushed open the door (more like gate) and walked out. there was a fairly large crowd today, including the cutest little girl with a pink dress on right in the front row.
you set the crate (don’t yell, it’s a big crate. and it’s simply to take them from their exhibit to the talk area, which is a distance of maybe 50 feet) down on the wooden table.
the talk area was pretty much their enclosure, but instead of a glass wall, it was open and the kids could see better.
you opened the crate and slowly coaxed the bears out. you’d only brought two today. mila, and her baby charlotte (you always called her charlie, though).
once they were out and climbing on the branches, you turned to the crowd.
“hi, guys! my name is y/n, and i’m basically in charge of the koalas here! who here has been to one of my talks before?”
a few hands raise.
“good! well, today, we have a new guest… who remembers what was happening with mila last talk? was anyone there?”
one little boy raised his hand.
“yes, the.. little boy in a blue shirt?”
“jackson!” he told you.
“jackson, sorry. what was going on with mila? for everyone who doesn’t know, mila is that big one right there.”
“she was— she had a baby in her tummy.”
“she did!” you respond enthusiastically. “and a few months ago.. four months ago, actually, she had her baby! who wants to meet her?”
all the little kids screamed me! me! me!
you laughed, “alright, let me grab her.”
you walked over to mila, petting her head as you slowly took charlie away.
“hey, mila.. can i take her real quick?” you ask as if she can hear you, before speaking to the crowd. “mila and i have a special bond, if you ask me. she had her baby right around the time i had mine. so we are both new mothers,” you laugh. “but, anyway! i’ve been with mila since she got here, so she really trusts me. which is why i can easily just..”
you grabbed charlie off of mila, and put her on her shoulder like you did your baby.
“so, everyone, this is charlotte, but i call her charlie! now, i have a very special job for one of you.. but i need someone who will be very careful, because charlie is still a delicate baby.. can anyone hold her for me while i feed her?”
and finally, the adorable little girl interacted. she started jumping and raised her hand.
you walked over to the fence separating you from the crowd, crouching to be eye level with her. “and who might you be?”
“rosie!” she responded. and oh, she had a baby voice and she was british.
“rosie! well, do you think you can hold her for me?”
“yes! yes, please!”
“alright, we’ll get you and dad back here—“
“ehm.. uncle..” her uncle, not father, responded in a british accent.
“oh, sorry! you and your uncle back here. and what’s your name, rosie’s uncle?”
he hesitated, before— “harry.”
your brain slowly put two and two together as you glanced at his tattoos.
harry styles.
“oh, i see,” you respond, “well, let’s get you guys back here!”
you opened the gate they were thankfully standing right in front of, and they walked into the talking area before you shut the gate.
you led rosie to the center, crouching down to her again.
“alright, we’re gonna do this in a funny way. can you stick out your arm for me?”
she did.
“i’m gonna put charlie on your arm, alright? she’s gonna wrap herself around it, and her claws might scratch you, but it’s fine, yeah?”
“yes, ma’am!”
“aw, you’re so polite. alright.. charlie incoming!”
you slowly adjusted charlie to curl around rosie’s arm.
“it tickles!” she squeals with a laugh.
“yeah?” both you and harry — harry styles — respond at the same time.
“alright, i’m gonna grab her bottle! stay here!”
you ran over to grab it, and while you were shaking it so it was ready, you felt something wrap around your leg.
“hi, mila!” you exclaim to the koala wrapped around you.
you carefully walk back over.
“i’m gonna feed her for a minute, and then i’ll let you and your uncle try, yeah?”
“okay!”
you started feeding charlie as you spoke again.
“so, the reason we feed charlie instead of having her feed from her momma, who is clinging to my leg, is because charlie was born a little early and needs a little more nutrients!”
you talked a little more about koalas and their behavior before rosie wanted to feed her. and after a few minutes of that, you glanced to harry.
“you wanna give it a go?”
“sure, why not,” he shrugs.
“charlie seems pretty cozy.. so, i’ll give you mila. she’s a little heavy, though.”
you bent over and took mila off your leg, handing her over to harry.
“hold her like a baby on your hip.. it’s kinda like a.. odd hug! a koala hug, if you will. i’ll grab her bottle.”
you ran over, and when harry began feeding her after you returned, he asked a question.
“so.. why do y’feed mila? i know charlie’s a baby and all, but..”
“that’s a very good question! so, mila is getting a little old, and she was also brought to us injured. that, paired with giving birth four months ago, we just have to give her some more electrolytes… her bottle is actually just white gatorade. we tried green, but she hates it. she’s very picky.”
“well, that’s cause y’gave her green.”
“hey! who has the degree here? yeah, shush.”
“yes, ma’am,” he laughed.
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once the talk was over, you told rosie and harry to stay back.
you let charlie and mila climb about the branches while you spoke to them.
“i just want to make sure you both are alright with being in a video.. also, you need to wash your hands.. jess should be back with the sanitizer soon.”
“can i ask what video?”
“oh! right, sorry. i’m a youtuber, and i sometimes film my talks to publish and whatnot. i’ll blur your faces, of course. i blur everyone in the crowd’s faces for privacy reasons, but i figured you’d be.. more.. concerned about that than most.”
“you know?”
“i mean.. voice is a giveaway.. i also follow gemma’s instagram, so i recognized rosie,” you shrug. “but anyways, you’re good with the video?”
“yeah, of course.”
you then turned to rosie to answer her bajillion questions about koalas until jess came back with the hand sanitizer.
“so, just use a lot of this, and you’ll be good,” you explain, putting a few pumps into each of their hands.
once they were all clean of koala germs, you told them they were free to go.
rosie ran forward, but harry lingered.
“thank you,”
“oh, yeah. of course. i figured you wouldn’t want koala germs—“
“no, i mean thanks for giving rosie that opportunity.”
“oh! of course. i love seeing little kids who love them as much as me.”
“she’s bloody obsessed with the things.”
“mm, yeah. they’re easy to love. word of advice, don’t shoot her love for them down. it doesn’t exactly work. i mean.. look at me,” you laugh.
“i will keep that in mind,” he smilez. “what was your name again?”
“y/n.. y/n l/n.”
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a/n: enjoy
#harry styles#harry styles x reader#harry styles fic#harry styles oneshot#harry styles imagine#harry styles au#harry styles fluff#harry#styles#harry fic#harry styles one shot
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Hi!! Could I ask for a headcanon with the Kings and maybe some nobles of your preference with a MC that is a little bit feral (like when they get angry they growl or bark like a dog and bite people hard) idk, in my head it's funny to imagine MC biting hard without let them go when gets angry or barking like a chihuahua XD
Sorry for the bad English btw
No worries anon, your English is fine! Thank you so much for waiting on this. Lol chihuahua MC sounds like something cute for the kings and nobles to deal with~
Nobles first!
Sitri: He's so used to Satan biting him that it didn't even register when a pissed off MC tackled him and bit into his arm after being told "no" to something. Naturally, Sitri just stares, processes and then ends up blushing because it reminds him of when his Majesty takes a huge bite out of him for his blood. The bite doesn't hurt obviously and MC barely broke the skin, but now it appears that Sitri's got a biting kink...
Glasyalabolas: It's quite comical to see MC attempt to bark and bite this huge devil on his shins after he said something to intentionally piss them off. It seems that he does it on purpose because he finds it cute that they even try. In the end, all he does is pick them up by their shirt and smile while offering a "treat". This may or may not piss off MC even more though.
Naberius: What could go wrong with MC being feral and biting Nabe? What do you mean he growls back and barks and it becomes serious like watching a dogfight take place? What do you mean that Nabe ends up winning and it turns into something....spicy. Well at least MC tried it and got the results they possibly wanted. Neither party remembers why they were mad in the first place.
Kings time!
Satan: Growling? Biting? Don't you mean that MC is flirting with him at this point...those aren't even fighting words for Satan when it comes to MC. Each bite mark, each growl and scratch is nothing but a love language.
Mammon: This king finds it absolutely adorable that MC is barking and growling, even hissing when trying to make a point that they're angry. All he does is pat them on the head and there's even a point where he considers buying them a collar if they insist on behaving like a bad pet.
Beelzebub: Again, another king that doesn't find any issue with MC being feral when upset. His cute human just expresses themselves best that way and it's up to him to "train" them to bite the correct places if they want a reaction. Yeah, he means it in that way. No he doesn't intend on fixing MC, just making them worse.
Leviathan: Now, when it comes to him? There will be no behavior like that at all around him. If MC wants to get upset properly, then they should do it like he those and throw insults and give idle threats. But he doesn't want MC to do that either. If they're upset, they are expected to just deal with it. He's raised a feral demon before...he has no problem dealing with MC.
Lucifer: Yeah uh, this got shut down quickly. MC only growled once at him and never did it again. Lucifer didn't have to do much except stare at them with a disapproving look. MC was pretty much like a puppy with their tail tucked between their legs.
Belphegor: He likes cats more than he does any other animal, so MC's barking and biting annoys him. He can't handle their attitude when upset so he just sits on them until they stop. Problem with this is he falls asleep on MC, so they're stuck there for a while until Beleth can come and remove the heavy assed king off of them.
Asmodeus: MC being upset didn't even last two seconds. Once they started barking and growling, he took that as a challenge to do some roleplay and bring MC into submission. Sometimes he'll really get into it and have some pet play in there as well. MC forgot why they were upset.
#whb#jwhbasks❓#whb headcanons#whb kings#whb sitri#whb glasyalabolas#whb naberius#yeah mc a bit feral here#lol i just like how most kings are like 'how adorable'
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Less smut, more meaningful words with such eloquence, well executed plot, characterizations and world building.
A Loki (Marvel)/Reader Fic Recommendation
If you’re like me, who loves to read longer fics then this blog post is for you. This list features beautiful books I have read featuring Loki and the reader for the past 5 years. This is long overdue I have been planning to do this for a while now. I’ll do my best to share all of them in one post (might probably edit this once I remember more). One thing, I really love when an author finds a way to not use Y/N. Enjoy the list!
Completed Fics
Frostbite by Maiden_of_Asgard
Synopsis:
Iceland is nice - sure, you probably should’ve picked a time of year when the weather was a little warmer, but it isn’t too bad, and at least you’re away from your desk job, right? It’s a pretty big adventure.
You’ve always said that you wanted more adventure in your life.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
This one you’ve probably read, if not go check it out. It’s one of the best out there. I mean, need I say more?
The Proposal by BirdsofHermes
Synopsis:
An AU gender-reversal of the 2009 romantic comedy The Proposal. You work for Loki Laufeyson at Asgard International Publishing. He accidentally lets his work Visa expire and is about to be deported back to England, so he blurts out that he's marrying you. Now you have to convince an immigration inspector as well as your own family that you're in love with Loki or he gets deported for life and you face five years jail time.
Review:
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I have read this more than one can count fingers in their hands.
Broken Crown by Michelleleahhh
Synopsis:
Your betrothal to Thor was convenient - brokered as an alliance between two powerful families.
Your marriage to Loki... is unimaginable.
Review:
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Please proceed with caution and read the tags. When I read this the first time, I was new to this world but I remembered enjoying reading this piece. I just recently re-read this, and I just found some minor stuff I didn’t really enjoy. Overall the story and the plot got me hooked however, there’s just few chapters that I feel could’ve been explored more and executed better. Still, I enjoyed reading this the second time around.
Fǫruneyti by Evaldrynn
Synopsis:
A story in which a herbalist makes a decision that will drastically change her life, and in which a prince begins to realise that there might still be hope for him yet. A tale of danger, adventure, friendship - and, ultimately, love.
Review:
⭐️⭐️⭐️✨
This one I stopped reading at 70%, I have certain icks when it comes to reading and once I reach that ick jar I’m done. It was still beautifully written, got me hooked and all, loved the progress. What can I say, I love slow burns.
The Devil Inside by Ursus_minor
Synopsis:
You're a free lance artist and just running short of rent money for the month, so when your good buddy Thor offers you a one-off job at his sister's company, you take it - even though helping his little brother out with some paperwork sounds awfully tedious
I always wondered what Loki, Hela and Thor would do if they were 'mere mortals'
Review:
⭐️⭐️⭐️✨
It’s deleted but I was lucky enough to have read this way back 2020. It was one of my favorite back then, because it was hard to find a long fic where Loki is not the God of Mischief but just a mere mortal living amongst us. I honestly forgot most about this story, I only remember bits and pieces, you’re Thor’s best friend and he helped you gain money by working under Loki, like the synopsis said.
A Study In Suit by lowkeyorloki
Synopsis:
You've worked too damn hard to get into Professor Laufeyson's course, and you're not about to let your pesky attraction to him get in the way. Your Professor, however, has other plans.
Review:
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Professor Loki. That’s it.
From the Void, With Love by pilotisms
Synopsis:
Torn from time, you have to navigate the TVA with the one person who singlehandedly tried to conquer NYC. Turns out you & him have a future-past. Time is weird.
Review:
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
This is one of the best I’ve read, this is my second to The Proposal. I fucking love this you have no idea. Wished there was a longer sequel though.
Litklœði by GoldTrimmedSpectacles
Synopsis:
“And the sire promised that he would spend the rest of his days searching for the cure of the flower disease which took his friend. And he did find this cure, but not without a cost,” Frigga explained and stroked Loki’s head as the illusions vanished. “But now, when one is fraught with flowers in their chest, a völva can remove these flowers with seiðr – saving the victim’s life and removing the vines from their lungs.”
The Allmother paused and looked at your small, childish face. Her smile was kind and full, but her eyes lay empty and sad. The knowledge of yet to come lay heavy on her features.
However, be warned my child, that with the removal of lung flowers the feelings of unrequited love will be removed too. As will any remaining trace of friendship. So be careful how you give your heart, my dear. You may never know what you could lose.
Review:
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Hanahaki Disease AU? Anyone? This one is from my previous blog post. Pure feelings. Loved young loki and young reader.
In Progress or Abandoned Gems
Mea Culpa by OlympianWine
Synopsis:
Six years ago yours and Loki's relationship came to an abrupt and messy end, leaving resentment and hurt in its wake. Now you haven't heard a whisper of him in years, until he turns up at his brother's wedding, seemingly changed for the better, and you're thrust into facing both him and the memories you had buried. But a dangerous figure from Loki's past looms overhead, and Thanos is determined to hunt Loki down and make him pay for betraying him.
Review:
💔💔💔💔💔
I mean based on the synopsis who wouldn’t want to read that? Last update was last year, here’s to hoping it’ll update more or I’m gonna have to kms.
Anagapesis by OlympianWine
Synopsis:
You have a perfect life; a loving husband, a beautiful baby. But when it all comes crashing down, you must put survival ahead of sentiment and turn to a darker prince - your husband's brother. Loki is cruel and cold, and he hates you with a burning passion. Or so you think.
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Just when you think you’re falling, he makes you remember what type of person he is. I feel for Loki, but he’s just cruel man. I wish there was more so I could understand him a bit more.
Seiðmaðr by GoldTrimmedSpectacles
Synopsis:
Amidst the fallen brethren of the Vanaheimr war against Muspelheim, the dark prince of Asgard finds himself lost and riddled with amnesia. His words are barbed, his tongue is gilded and his eyes are sharp. He has no recollection of his name or family, but he soon comes to realise that perhaps it is best for the past to be shadowed by the future, and that life as a beloved commoner is better than life as a miserable prince.
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I’m a sucker for fantasy and a well executed world building. I love how I’m instantly transported into the world created by the author and I feel alive inside. I wish there was a way to find out what happens next. I just love this so much I wish there was more.
#loki imagine#loki fic recs#loki is alive#loki#mcu loki#loki fanfic#marvel loki#loki odinson#loki x you#loki x reader#loki laufeyson#loki series#loki friggason#nkx reads#nkx recs#nkx fic recs#nkx loki fic recs#fluff#angst#slow burn#loki x y/n
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hii could u do hcs for eyeless jack,laughing jack and puppeteer with a reader that celebrates their birthday but nobody remember abt it? like would they comfort the reader? (this is my first time requesting so sorry if it’s weird or anything… and u dont have to do it if u feel uncomfortable by this request ofc!)
Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Puppeteer comforting the reader after their birthday is forgotten
Long title but I couldn't think of anyway to shorten it hisshiss GROWLS!! Also you're all good anon!! Not a weird request at all!
Notes: reader is GN, reader is implied to be a normal person who isnt a creepypasta/killer
CWs: none
EYELESS JACK
birthdays dont mean much to him, he personally doesnt celebrate his birthday- in fact he stopped celebrating it long before he began eating human flesh... definitely the cynical "its just marks a year closer to death" people
that being said he knows it means a lot to you, so when you come home crushed because all of your friends and family forgot or simply brushed it aside, he makes an effort to try to celebrate it with you
decent cook and an okay baker, but i can see him being a pro at making those single serve mug cakes so hes going to make that for you- easy to make in a pinch as well as saving on food waste since youre the only one who can eat it between the two of you
tries not to bad talk those who forgot your day, but you can tell in his face thats hes got some not nice things swimming around in his head
birthdays arent a big deal to him but hes willing to make an effort for you because it means something to you
LAUGHING JACK
you come home to a surprise party! how could he forget your day? he's even- hey hey why are you crying? do you not like surprise parties?
oh he is furious when he finds out everyone overlooked and forgot you today, you might have to stop him from doing something drastic- hes still got some of his whimsy, he still deems birthdays worth celebrating and he takes them fairly seriously
instantly kicking into overdrive trying to cheer you up and getting your mind off of everyone else- clearly they dont care enough, and hes more than enough to keep you company! and hes not afraid to voice his thoughts on that!
tried to make you a cake... its... not the best... hardly resembles a cake but he tried his best! you... might have more luck with chowing down on his candies...
oh he definitely puts one of those birthday hats on the both of you! you get the larger sparklier one!
PUPPETEER
like eyeless jack, birthdays are hardly worth celebrating in his opinion... though his tune quickly changed when you decided to throw a small party for him as a "make up" for missing his birthday- whenever that is hes not sure
but hes not much of a planner... and hes hardly a comforter... so you coming home in near tears throws him for a bit of a loop- but hes already saying exactly what you need to hear in order to draw out what happened... everyones forgotten?
similar to laughing jack he voices his thoughts that those who forgot clearly arent worth your time- whether or not thats a fair or true thing to say is debatable
small celebration due to the short notice but its something! puts something together at home while you go out to pick up your desired treat
you come back to your home slightly decorated, its no party but its still something! hes even taken out some stuff and set up the means to partake in some of your favorite activities!
#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#creepypasta imagine#crp x reader#crp x you#crp imagine#laughing jack x reader#laughing jack x you#laughing jack imagine#eyeless jack x reader#eyeless jack x you#eyeless jack imagine#puppeteer x reader#puppeteer x you#puppeteer imagine#the puppeteer x reader#the puppeteer x you#the puppeteer imagine#canon x reader#canon x you#x reader
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Camp Wiegman-Part 58
Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle
Alternative Universe : Military School
Words: 5k
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Tuesday, February 23rd; 9:00 AM - Manchester
I finish getting ready, adjusting the suit Lucy kindly lent me as I look at myself in the mirror. The beautiful days in the snow feel like a distant memory since our return to the city. We’re back to our responsibilities after a relaxing weekend. I smile when I see Lucy approaching me in the reflection, wrapping her hands around my waist.
- "This outfit looks amazing on you."
I blush at her open compliment. I was just about to ask her how I looked, but I forgot that Lucy no longer hesitates to say what she used to keep to herself. It’s a pleasant change, considering she used to only play the serious, emotionless role.
- "Thank you... But it’s your outfit, remember?"
Not having anything suitable in my suitcase for a professional meeting, Lucy had to lend me some clothes. The only things I’m wearing that are mine are my underwear and black pants. Lucy let me borrow her little black boots, a white shirt, and her suit jacket. Fortunately, we’re the same size. I love borrowing her clothes, and the best part is, she doesn’t mind. In fact, I get the impression that she likes it.
- "Well, if it means seeing you look this stunning every time, I’ll keep lending you my clothes."
I smile shyly before leaning back slightly to find her lips. It’s almost time to leave, and it’s making me increasingly anxious. Waking up wasn’t difficult, surprisingly. I’ve been sleeping like a baby since I’ve been back in Lucy’s arms. I can’t say the same for breakfast, though. I could barely eat anything after my shower. Since we spent the last couple of days lazing around, I had plenty of time to think and prepare for my interview. I worked on it so much that Lucy had to force me to take a break, saying I was overdoing it. The problem is, I have no idea who I’m dealing with or what the outcome will be. For all I know, it could be nothing. I’m afraid of being disappointed. Lucy is very optimistic about it. She seems to expect a lot, which only adds to the pressure. I’m terrified of messing it all up with my usual clumsiness. She tried to reassure me, but it didn’t help much. She then added that I should just be myself and everything would go well. However, I rarely manage to be myself in situations like this. Panic always takes over. I wanted to know what the gallery director looks like, but Lucy told me she’s only spoken to him on the phone, though he sounded very friendly. She thinks he’s young. The fact that she simply believes in me makes my stomach turn. When I noticed she was getting frustrated with my behavior because it was affecting her, I thought back to the amazing week we just had. It was so enlightening and at the same time very soothing. I felt like I found myself again, and for the first time in a long time, I opened up. Not just to Lucy in our relationship, but also to her friends and mine. I can’t even remember the last time I so easily let people into my private circle. It was really a good idea. It even improved Lucy’s relationship with Mapi and Alexia. Thinking about all that gave me the courage I needed for what’s coming in a few hours. I’ve made progress, and there’s reason to believe in myself.
- "Are you ready?"
- "Panicked," I murmured.
- "Everything will be fine," she replies, kissing my cheek. "I’ll be waiting for you."
- "You’re going to see the girls in town, then?" I asked.
She told me she’d be meeting up with Ingrid and Mapi after exchanging messages with Ingrid yesterday. I would have loved to join them, but duty calls elsewhere.
- "Yeah, but don’t worry. Just send me a message when you’re done, and I’ll be there. And, if something positive comes out of this interview, I’ll let you celebrate tonight with no limits."
- "That’s a very dangerous comment, Miss Bronze."
- "And I’ll take responsibility for it," she smiles playfully.
- "I’ll make sure to remind you of that."
- "You’ve proven that you can be responsible, so I can make an effort too."
I smile, thinking back to Saturday night. The girls were really feeling it the next day. We haven’t seen each other since, but we’ve been texting a lot. I’m glad I stayed sober. I’ve earned some trust points with Lucy. It’s crazy how we’re all swimming in an ocean of happiness. I’m very happy, just like my best friend who’s staying with Ingrid, and Alexia with Jenni. I hope things continue this way for a long time. By the way, we’re all meeting at The United tonight. I love that place, so I was immediately up for going. I hope I’ll get a chance to let loose, especially since Lucy is allowing it. In any case, I have no choice but to ace this interview. I’m fully aware that I’m playing for an important career. I take a deep breath as I look at myself one last time.
- "Let’s go. I’ll be late otherwise."
- "You’re perfect, no matter what he says. Don’t forget that."
I return her smile timidly, nodding. I don’t quite believe her words, but they give me courage. She kisses the back of my head one last time before stepping back. I know exactly what that means. It’s really time to go. Without a word, we both leave the bedroom and head to the living room. I feel at home with the ease I feel in this environment. Lucy makes me feel at home, and that’s all I needed. We put on our jackets and shoes from the wardrobe by the front door, then finally step outside. The accumulated stress doesn’t help me stay calm. I need to touch or occupy myself with anything I can as we drive. Noticing this, Lucy eventually places her hand on my thigh.
- "Hey, it’s just an interview, OK?"
- "You don’t understand. This is the chance of a lifetime."
- "If it doesn’t work out, we’ll look elsewhere," she says with determination.
I smile timidly, trying to convince myself of the best outcome. Lucy has always been more optimistic than me. That’s partly why I love her. She’s always been my light in the darkness. The ride feels endless in the silence I’ve caused. Her hand never stops caressing my thigh, though. She’s forced to remove it when we arrive so she can park. I’m relieved to see we’re much earlier than I feared. It must have taken us barely ten minutes. I expected the gallery to be in the heart of downtown and that it would take us longer to get there. I frown, looking around. This neighborhood doesn’t seem like it could host a gallery. It’s just an ordinary street with lots of houses. I glance at Lucy, who’s smiling.
- "Was this a joke?"
I ask hesitantly, dreading the answer. Disappointment already starts to grow within me, along with a hint of annoyance as her grin widens.
- "I’d never play such a bad joke on you."
- "Then where are we?"
- "At an annex of the gallery. This is the address I received for the interview," she says, pointing ahead.
I look straight ahead and see a renovated warehouse with a garage door as an entrance. I bite my lip, not sure what to think. It’s certainly an unusual place. I’m an artist at heart, so I love unusual things, but it’s unsettling for a major gallery to work in a place like this. My confidence only continues to fade. Noticing this, Lucy makes me look at her by grabbing my face between her hands.
- "Take a deep breath, baby."
I do as she asks, inhaling deeply while closing my eyes. It’s amazing the trust I have in her. She believes in me, and that’s all that matters. I smile slightly, feeling her lips against mine. I can’t afford to disappoint her after everything she’s done for me. It’s the least I can do for her. When I open my eyes, she greets me with her usual smile.
- Will you come pick me up?
- Of course, I’ve already told you. Just send me a text, and I’ll be there in a minute, she says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I’ll never be far away.
I nod, returning her smile softly. I can do this. For her. I give her one last kiss before unbuckling my seatbelt and opening the door.
- See you later.
- See you later, my love.
I close the door on those final words. That nickname still makes my stomach flutter. I’m not bold enough to call her that yet. I’ve done it over text, but that’s different. I hope it will come naturally in time. Although she doesn’t complain about my hesitancy, I know that it could become an issue in the long run if I don’t change. I take a deep breath and check the time as I stand in front of the garage door. I’m early, but punctuality is always a good thing at work, right? I force myself not to look back where Lucy is still sitting in the car. Even though this place scares me, I need to prove I can handle things on my own. With a surge of courage, I knock on the metal door, which echoes loudly in the deserted street. Shortly after, a door I hadn’t noticed next to the garage opens. I blush at my mistake as a man with graying hair appears. He doesn’t seem to notice, smiling warmly at me. Despite his gray hair, he looks like he’s in his forties. He has a rather neat appearance, dressed in a suit without a tie or bow tie, and wearing loafers. His hair is shorter on the sides and barely styled on top, as if he just ran his hand through it with some gel. That’s probably what happened.
- Good morning, he says, cutting through my daze with his deep voice. You must be Ona Batlle?
- P-pardon... Good morning... That’s me.
I awkwardly shake his extended hand. He chuckles softly and opens the door wider, inviting me inside. Before stepping in, I glance back one last time at Lucy’s car. Unfortunately, it’s too far away to see her inside, though I’m sure she hasn’t missed a moment of this first encounter. Reluctantly, I turn back and step into this unfamiliar place. I feel uneasy, even more so with a stranger.
- Don’t be nervous, he says, closing the door behind us. My name is Bennett Fields. May I speak informally with you?
I stop myself from frowning. He started talking informally right from the beginning, so it’s odd that he’s asking now. It’s not like I would refuse.
- Of course, I say without thinking.
I glance around. From here, the place looks much less intimidating than it did outside. It’s warmer and much brighter than I expected. I understand why when I see a large glass window at the back of the room that opens onto a courtyard. The room isn’t very deep, but I notice an opening on the right. As I imagined, this isn’t a gallery but a studio. A studio well-stocked with supplies. It’s a paradise for an enthusiast like me.
- Glad to see you like the place.
I smile awkwardly and focus my attention back on him. The idea of being alone with a man I don’t know makes me nervous.
- I’ve never seen so many supplies in one place, I admit with admiration.
- I appreciate the spark of passion in your eyes. I must confess, this is the first time I’ve welcomed someone so young into my space, he says as he walks deeper into the room.
I quickly follow, trying to keep from daydreaming any further. I tend to get lost in thought when it comes to art, making it difficult to stay focused. We take the opening at the back. It leads to a hallway where the glass windows continue on our left. On the other side, there are also windows set in a black steel frame. It gives the place a true industrial feel, which I love.
- So why did you agree to meet with me?
The words slip out before I can stop them. Even though he turns to smile at me again, I feel foolish.
- Initially, I was very impressed with the talent displayed in your portfolio. When I tried to contact you directly, I was surprised to learn that I had to go through someone else first.
I bite my lip, knowing full well he’s talking about Lucy. He stops in front of another glass panel on our right. The doors have been carelessly left open. I see a much larger space than the entrance. This is where the artists work. Numerous easels with canvases on them stand in every corner of the room. In the middle, there’s a huge table with supplies already laid out. I can tell people have been here by the still-wet paint on one of the canvases. This discovery reassures me slightly. At least I’m not alone with him. The glass windows bring in a lot of light. Anyone who appreciates art knows that daylight is the best source.
- I learned that this person shared your portfolio without your knowledge, he continues as we walk down the hallway. We had a long conversation about you and the reasons that prompted her to do so, he says, finally stopping in front of a door.
When he opens it, I see it’s an office. He enters first, so I follow. With a wave of his hand, he invites me to sit in a chair in front of his desk, which I do without hesitation. I’m relieved not to have brought my bag or anything else cumbersome. He sits across from me, resting his chin on his hands, which he’s clasped together, and looks straight into my eyes.
- This person spoke very highly of you. She seems to care a great deal about you and believes in your abilities. She made me even more curious about you. I was slightly hesitant because of your school’s reputation, but she assured me that everyone has different struggles, and that unlike others, you’re a very decent person.
He pauses to take a deep breath.
- In short, if I invited you here, it’s because I wanted to meet you in person and form my own opinion. While I trust her words, I like to know who I’m dealing with.
I swallow hard and nod. I should have expected this. I did expect everything he just said. I even told Lucy that it was strange for him to welcome someone from our school, but she didn’t want to believe me. It seems she managed to sell me well. He keeps smiling at me. So far, I can’t quite figure him out. He’s warmer than I anticipated. I pictured him much older, more wrinkled, and less well-groomed.
- So, Ona Batlle... I’m not expecting you to talk about your life or professional background. I already know you graduated from high school and that you’ve been at Camp Wiegman since this year.
- Then what do you want me to talk about?
- The answer seems rather obvious... If I brought you here, it’s to talk about art. So, how did you develop your talents?
I shrug, not really knowing how to answer that question. There’s not much to say, really.
"I've always enjoyed drawing. I've been doing it constantly since childhood. I suppose it's an activity that has always helped clear my mind."
The man in front of me leans back in his chair, scratching the small beard growing on his chin. He seems to be absorbing my words with interest.
"So, if I understand correctly, you've never taken any classes or had an art teacher?"
I shake my head. My father wanted to enroll me in classes when he noticed that it was all I did, but my mother found it impossible. No one could take me when my father wasn't around, which was half the year. There were my grandparents, but they were still working at the time. They had a small shop they kept until they managed to sell it, since my father wasn't going to take it over given his job.
"Interesting," he murmurs. "Where do you find your inspiration, then?"
I tense up at this question, though I was expecting it. Every artist draws inspiration from somewhere. Mine was dark for many years. However, I'm not sure if that's still the case since Lucy came into my life. Based on my sketchbooks, it seems like she's managed to chase away all the negative thoughts from my mind. He hasn't even had the chance to see my worst works.
"My family, my friends," I reply vaguely. "Most of the time, I just recreate what I see around me."
"The sketchbook I saw had landscapes. Did they mean something to you?"
"Yes... I was in conflict with the person I saw them with. I needed to release my frustration and their absence."
He gives a small, mischievous smile that quickly disappears as he regains his seriousness.
"Have you ever tried doing anything other than reproductions?"
"No... Well, very rarely. I've tried, but I always felt like it didn’t look right. However, I do draw portraits sometimes, and though I haven't done much, I've always wanted to learn abstract and contemporary art."
He nods without giving away what he's thinking. As I say this, I feel like I'm admitting I can't do much. Nowadays, reproductions don't impress people anymore. Yet that's what I do. I'm just an amateur, and that’s exactly what makes me doubt my abilities.
"Good," he smiles. "All of this is very interesting. Your mentor wasn’t wrong about you."
I bite my tongue at the term he uses for Lucy. I would have preferred that he didn't know that kind of thing. Especially since she's my girlfriend now.
"I have one last question for you. I promised your mentor I wouldn't push you too hard, so I'll understand if you don't want to answer."
I nod, frowning slightly. Lucy must have talked to him at length for him to know so much about me.
"I know you have a painful past, according to your mentor. I'd like to know if it's still your source of inspiration?"
"No," I answer without hesitation. "I had dark paintings for a long time, but I recently met someone who helped me move out of that phase. It's when I think of that person that I now draw my inspiration."
A new smile appears on his face. It feels like he knows exactly who I'm talking about. I hope I'm wrong. To my surprise, he doesn't say anything else and gets up from his chair.
"What do you think about giving me a little demonstration? I'm intrigued by what you can actually do, and I'd like to see for myself how you handle a brush."
"Really?" I ask, surprised.
"Of course. I'd like to see how you work in your element. Then, if the results are satisfying, we can talk about what's next. What do you think?"
I nod enthusiastically. Talking about what’s next. Oh my God, I can’t believe it! Although everything isn’t settled yet, he's giving me hope that it might happen. I hope I can make a good impression with my technique now. Lucy was right about one thing when she tried to reassure me—I’m in my element here. I have nothing to be afraid of. If nothing works out here, then I'll be motivated to try elsewhere. Lucy was right; here, I’m in my element. I shouldn’t be afraid to be in my element, or else I’ll never feel comfortable anywhere.
"Alright," he smiles. "Let's get to it. I'm eager to see what you can do."
I expected the interview to be much longer and more personal. Yet, he stayed very focused on questions related to art, and that motivates me to show him what I'm capable of. He also managed to make me feel comfortable around him. Without any hesitation, I follow him to the workshop we passed earlier. As we exit, I notice he didn't even close the door behind him. Who doesn’t close the door during an interview? A small smile spreads across my lips at the thought that Lucy might have ordered him to do such a thing, though I could be wrong. As I focus on the room from earlier, I notice it’s no longer empty. A woman in her thirties has appeared. She’s continuing the painting I noticed when I first arrived. I greet her timidly as I continue to follow Mr. Fields. He stops in front of an easel at the back of the room, surrounded by various materials. It looks like he planned all this. I don't even know where to look. Seeing this, he smiles again.
"Go ahead, have fun, and above all, don’t hold back your imagination. That’s where your inspiration comes from, after all."
For the first time since I got here, I genuinely smile. The thought of having all this to myself, even for just one painting, excites me like a three-year-old child who just got a present. Without hesitation, I grab a brush to start my painting, with my only inspiration being the emerald eyes of my girlfriend.
Tuesday, February 23; 2:15 PM - Manchester
With a heavy heart full of hope, we're back at the warehouse. I think the interview went well. Mr. Fields insisted that I eat with him and a few of the artists who were there today. I couldn't really refuse, so I accepted after informing Lucy. I loved being with them. They made me feel comfortable, and they talked a lot about how they ended up here. Now that we’re back, I realize it’s the end of the meeting when Mr. Fields shakes my hand.
"Thank you for your warm welcome."
"It was my pleasure. I'll contact you once I've made my decision. In the meantime, I wish you good luck with your final exams, and maybe I'll see you soon."
I watch him return to the warehouse before breaking into a big smile. I hope this works out! I was about to send a message to Lucy so she could come pick me up, but I see that she’s already there when I turn toward the spot where she was this morning. I quickly cross the street and get into the car. I don’t give her time to speak before I kiss her without restraint. None of this would have been possible without her. Lucy giggles against my lips, gently pushing me back.
"Hey," she says with a hint of amusement. "I take it everything went well?"
"It was amazing! I think I have a chance. I mean, he was really cool with me. We talked a bit, and then he let me draw. A lot, actually! He even helped me improve on some things. Obviously, I still have a lot to learn, but I think he’s really interested in my profile, and—"
- "Wow, breathe, Ona," she laughs.
I stop to actually catch my breath. Without warning, I cradle her face and kiss her again. I’m feeling so emotional right now, and it makes me want to be as close to her as possible. She gently places her hands on my wrists to calm me down again. I pull away, blushing with embarrassment.
- "Just thank you. Thank you for everything. This is all thanks to you."
- "I didn't do much. You should thank yourself for your obvious talent."
- "I'm not thanking you for that. Well, yes, of course, but mostly I’m thanking you for all the support you’ve given me. Because of you, I might finally have the future I’ve always wanted. I needed someone who believed in me more than I believed in myself, so thank you."
Lucy's expression softens at my words. She smiles tenderly and kisses my cheek.
- "The pleasure is all mine, my love. And now, how about you tell me what he said, hmm?"
It seems her curiosity is suddenly piqued. So, I start recounting everything from the beginning as she starts driving. I begin with the interview, which felt too short in my opinion. Then, I tell her about when I started painting. For the first time in my life, I tried painting something abstract. Mr. Fields was rather amused, knowing that I had never done it before, but he appreciated my boldness in trying to impress him. However, he eventually stopped me, preferring that I paint something I was more comfortable with. He then suggested that one of his employees pose for me. I had no trouble doing that, and that’s when he started giving me pointers on some of my techniques. After that, I couldn’t stop. I kept painting, over and over, in my element.
- "You must have really enjoyed the interview if you agreed to have lunch with them."
I blush and nod. Coming here, I never imagined I would stay so long or feel so comfortable in the end. If I wasn’t sure before, I now know that I want to make art my career.
- "Yeah, it was really cool."
- "What did he say about what happens next?"
- "He was surprised by what I can do without taking a single class. Before we left for the restaurant, he told me that if he takes me under his wing, I’ll have to take classes to improve and expand my knowledge. I hope my skills and motivation will convince him to keep me."
- "I have no doubt about that, baby. I’m sure you managed to impress him."
I smile as she places her hand on my knee. I love that she does that every time we’re driving somewhere. It makes me feel like I belong to her.
- "Now you just have to keep your promise for tonight," I tease.
A genuine laugh escapes her lips.
- "I suppose so, yes. I never doubted that everything would go well, you know."
- "Then why did you say that?"
- "Because you’ve become much more reasonable than you were a few months ago. The fact that you were drinking didn’t bother me. It was the fact that you were overdoing it and had no limits."
I bite my lip, fully understanding what she means. I’m not that reckless girl anymore, and now she trusts me. Even if I drink to the point of not remembering, she won’t hold it against me like she used to. Especially now that she’ll always be by my side. I’ve realized why she refused to let me go to parties for so long. She wanted me to learn the lesson, not punish me forever.
- "And by the way... How are the girls doing?"
Her deep groan makes it clear that she must have had a terrible morning.
- "Full of energy, if you ask me. Instead of helping with my stress, they spent their time making fun of me."
- "You should have expected that," I giggle. "Who would have thought they’d end up together," I say thoughtfully. "I still can’t quite wrap my head around it."
- "I’m happy they did," she admits to me. "They’re perfect for each other. And at least we know they’re both doing well."
- "You never told me much about Ingrid. I mean, I knew you were close, but I never knew how."
- "She was a great support to me when Keira died. She started off as just my manager, then became an instructor, but she quickly became a great friend. She helped me get out and introduced me to her friends who became mine... And Jenni became hers."
- "You’re a solid group."
- "We are," she smiles softly. "We each have our own stories."
- "Does Ingrid have one?"
- "You could say that. She was estranged from her parents, so she left home early to strike out on her own."
- "Is that why you think they’re made for each other?"
- "In a way... You see, they didn’t have anyone else besides their friends... So yes, I think they’re meant to be together, if only for that reason. They’ll have the chance to form a new family if things last between them."
I nod in agreement. She’s right. The one thing Mapi was missing was a family. Of course, she always said I was her family, but I could tell something was missing. I could have been that for her if we had been together, but that wasn’t the case. Ingrid is her new family, and that thought warms my heart for my best friend. At least this time, I really like her new girlfriend. I take a deep breath, thinking about a second thing Lucy mentioned. She rarely talks about Keira, so I gently prompt her to continue.
- "So Keira brought you closer... Her death affected your work too, didn’t it?"
- "A lot, yes," she replies without hesitation. "Keira loved that I took this job when I started. She always said I would save many people like her. I was supposed to start right after her death, so my work became very personal. I became cold but deeply involved in every case I had to handle."
- "That’s how you earned your nickname, Commander," I murmur. "Is that why you don’t like it when I call you that?"
Her hand tightens on my thigh for a moment, but she nods.
- "Yeah... I’m sorry, baby."
- "Don’t apologize. I’m glad you’re talking to me about it. Was I the only one with a drug problem?"
- "No, but you were the only one I had to personally take care of. Honestly, your addiction surprised me. Wiegman had promised not to give me such cases, especially after Keira. So, I expected many things from you, but not that."
- "Why did he do it then...?"
- "I’m still asking myself that question today. He knew your mother. He wanted to resolve your case in a year, and I think deep down, he knew I was the only one who would understand you."
- "And he wasn’t wrong," I affirm.
- "He wasn’t wrong," she confirms. "I defended you on things he didn’t expect. That’s why he trusts me so much with you. It’s a good compromise given our relationship."
We’ve arrived back at her building. This conversation was enlightening and more unsettling than I expected. I turn to her when we’re parked.
- "Lucy," I start hesitantly.
- "Don’t say anything."
- "You don’t even know what I was going to say."
- "Yes, I do," she says with amusement. "And now is not the time to tell me you love me."
My open mouth closes immediately. How did she know? The words have been on the tip of my tongue for some time now, but I haven’t been able to say them yet.
- "Your eyes tell me enough, Ona, but please, say it when you’re really ready. You’re too emotional right now, and I don’t want you to say it impulsively."
I hate it when she’s right. I feel so foolish that I blush stupidly. She unbuckles her seatbelt while looking me straight in the eyes.
- "Well, how about we bake some cookies before we get ready for tonight? I did some shopping, and I think Joan will be delighted to have some when she comes over tomorrow."
- "Oh yes, that’s a great idea. He loves them."
- "I have no doubt he does, if he loves them as much as you do," she giggles.
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Symbol on the Surface Chapter 18
WC: 3,8k
Relationship: SwissAlps
Tags: Transmasc Swiss, Pregnancy, Fluff, Surprise!
He’ll make it up to Mountain; he could suck his brains out through his dick later, for one. Or let him suck on his tits again—that would be quite beneficial for both of them, considering how sore Swiss’ chest is because of the lactation.
Notes: Tysm to @jimothybarnes for being the best beta ever!
Chapter 1 here or on AO3.
Read chapter 18 under the cut or on AO3.
Swiss is woken up—after yet another restless night—by a soft kiss on his forehead. He purrs, leaning into the warmth next to him and getting engulfed in it as Mountain pulls him in closer.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my heart,” he whispers into his ear and Swiss is suddenly very awake. His eyes shoot open and he would swiftly sit up, if not for the current size of his stomach and his mate’s arms tight around him.
“It’s–it’s Valentine’s Day? Fuck, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot. I don’t–I don’t have anything for you…” he mumbles, guilt already eating at him. Mountain’s been taking such good care of him and dealing with all his cravings and mood swings and he forgot to get him a Valentine’s Day gift? How could he!?
“Hey, no worries, it’s okay!” the earth ghoul assures, though—meaning it. “It’s alright, my heart, you’ve been busy growing our babies!”
“I know, but…fuck,” Swiss whines and hides his face against Mountain’s chest in shame. Never before has he forgotten anything like that. “I feel so bad.”
“No need, darling, I promise,” the other repeats, holding his mate close. The multi ghoul stays there, shuts his eyes, and tries not to let the guilt consume him.
He’ll make it up to Mountain; he could suck his brains out through his dick later, for one. Or let him suck on his tits again—that would be quite beneficial for both of them, considering how sore Swiss’ chest is because of the lactation.
Anyways, Mountain has gotten his mate a stockpile of his favorite sweets—a highly appreciated gift. They made out about it for a solid fifteen minutes, before Swiss’ back cramped and he needed to pull away and get up.
“I need to get out of here,” he groans when Mountain pulls him up from the bed, “and walk. I feel like all my muscles and joints are stuck.”
“That’s fair,” Mountain agrees, waiting until his mate is standing steadily before letting go of him—but even then he keeps a gentle hand on the small of his back. “Do you want some space or for me to come with you?”
“Not necessarily space, but yeah, I wanna go alone. Just for a little bit,” Swiss says and regrets it immediately, remembering the date. First he doesn’t get the love of his life a gift and then he’s running away from him? “Unless you want to come with me?”
“Actually, there is one thing I have to take care of in the greenhouse,” the other says, “and it’s freezing outside, so I wouldn’t want to drag you out there. I’ll do my thing when you get your walk and then cuddles?”
He nods. “Sounds good.”
“Are you gonna be alright on your own, though?” Mountain asks as his brows furrow in concern. “Do you want me to borrow a cane from Rain at least?”
“I’ll be fine,” Swiss smiles at him; always charmed by his protectiveness, “I’ll be careful.”
“Alright. You can go through the glass link into the papas’ wing to avoid stairs.”
The multi ghoul salutes. “That’s what I’ll do.”
“And I’ll be in the greenhouse if you need anything.”
“Mhm, love you.”
“I love you, too.” Mountain leans down to kiss him before the multi ghoul turns to the door and slowly waddles out of their room. His mate smiles and watches him walk away for a few moments; then he’s grabbing his stuff and also leaving.
Swiss’ walk is nice—the first couple minutes he felt like he barely had any control over his limbs, but now he’s walking quite surely. As surely as he can, considering he’s been cramping since the morning.
He’s been cramping a lot lately, though; as well as kicked. He paid it no mind at first. Walking helps a little, both his mind, stomach, and the muscles all over his body.
But then it stops helping.
Then it all becomes worse.
Way worse.
“Ugh, what the–what the fuck is going on…?”
Swiss doesn’t really know where he’s going anywhere, clutching his bump with one hand and leaning against the wall with the other. His jaw is clenched against the pain and his vision is getting slightly blurry.
He blinks it away and stops, looking around and breathing heavily. Why is he so sweaty?
And why is he hurting so much?
What’s even stranger is that there aren’t any alarms blaring in his mind. His consciousness provides that all of this is wrong, but his instincts, his subconsciousness…simply doesn’t. It’s all quiet.
Swiss has made it to the papas’ wing, it appears. He sees Copia’s door at the end of the corridor, and it looks both as if it’s right in front of him and miles away.
He now realizes that his mind isn’t quiet, after all. It’s telling him to find shelter, to get to safety, even though it’s not telling him he’s in danger. Why?
The multi ghoul looks around again. He’s right next to some door, he could go in there; or at least try. But he doesn’t know who or what’s behind it and that’s…it’s not safety.
He grunts and wills his legs to move. He looks down and even though he can barely see his feet, he stares into the floor as he puts one foot in front of the other, but his legs are wet and there’s–
There’s a puddle under him.
Is it urine? Blood?
Swiss can feel wetness on his face, too—sweat, tears, or both—as he pushes what feels like all his limits and walks on towards the only door that his instincts accept as safe. When he gets there he slumps against its frame, weakly lifting his arm to knock on the thick wood.
The pain is all but excruciating by now, even with his high tolerance.
“Oh, Swiss, hello, what–what’s wrong?” Frater Imperator greets him with a kind smile—always happy to see his ghouls—but it quickly fades upon noticing the other’s discomfort.
“I was nearby and–and I thought I pissed myself again, but–AH,” Swiss’s grunt turns into a wince, and then a painful moan, “I’m pretty sure my water just broke.”
Copia is only standing in front of him with his mouth agape, processing the ghoul’s words very slowly. Too slowly.
“The kits are coming. They’re coming now, Papa.”
“Oh…OH!”
(SURPRISE!!! It’s baby time!!! Don’t proceed if birth is a trigger, or you simply don’t want to read about it. It’s not graphically described, but it's better to be safe than sorry. You can scroll down to an “END BIRTH CW” divider and read on.)
Swiss invites himself inside the room and—for some reason—chooses one of the corners over Copia’s bed; maybe it feels safe because of how tight it is in there for a ghoul his size. He slides down the wall, clutching his stomach, and curls up against it.
“What do I–” the man starts, looking quite pale.
“Call Omega,” Swiss pleads, kicking off his soiled sweatpants. The original light gray of the fabric is mostly darkened by colorless moisture, but there’s some deep red of blood there, too. “Mountain’s gonna know.”
“Uh, shit, fuck…” Copia swears under his breath as he’s frantically looking around for his phone. He keeps glancing down at the ghoul in the corner of his bedroom in active labor, his hands shaking as he searches for Omega’s number. When the other picks up, the man struggles to explain the situation, “It’s, uh–Swiss, in my room and he said…something about water? And that–”
“I’M GIVING BIRTH HERE!” the multi ghoul himself shouts; loud enough that Omega hears him through the phone.
“Yes, it–it appears so,” Copia adds with a nervous chuckle, as if Swiss wasn’t clear enough. Omega tells the him he’s on his way and immediately hangs up, leaving the confused and, frankly, terrified man standing awkwardly over one of his ghouls yet again.
“Sorry for–UGH–yelling,” Swiss says, getting interrupted by contractions. “It’s coming, fuck, fucking–fuck!”
“Do you need me to help somehow?” Copia asks tentatively.
“No? Yes? I don’t know, Papa, I just–I need Mountain. Need my mate,” the multi ghoul hiccups, bearing down when his body tells him to.
He does not know what he’s doing, but then suddenly–
“Oh, shit…” Swiss whispers in disbelief as high-pitched noise sounds out in the room. Copia gasps and then his jaw drops.
The multi ghoul leans over his own stomach as much as possible and he sees–there’s a tiny kit, right there between his legs on the floor; all fuzzy and wet and crying.
Swiss is in a daze as he places his shaking hands on either side of the kit and gently lifts them up. Just as he’s doing so, the door swings open and Mountain’s breathless form appears in it.
“Oh, Lucifer,” his voice cracks when he takes in the situation his mate seems to has found himself in, “I knew I felt something happening, fuck.”
“‘S okay,” Swiss mumbles and then his face twists in pain again as he contracts again. “C’mere, Mounty, h–help me with ‘em.”
Mountain falls to his knees in front of him and extends his hands, waiting for Swiss to decide what he needs from him. Tears are streaming down the multi ghoul’s face as he shakily hands his mate their kit, the cord still attached.
Mountain’s eyes are wide as the baby is placed in his hands—the tiniest creature he’s ever seen. Having his own hands empty for a moment, Swiss shreds his sweat-soaked shirt with his claws and peels it away. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, it’s as if his body is moving on autopilot, but he then pinches the cord and slashes through it with a claw, too.
The earth ghoul tears up when Swiss grabs the kit again with all the gentleness in the world, and brings the small whining thing to his chest. He looks down at it and then back up at Mountain, locking eyes with him.
He grins and laughs weakly and Mountain knows he’s never going to forget this moment. He is also sure that Swiss would love to be done here, but there’s two more babies on the way—the earth ghoul thinks he needs to remind him.
“Two more, darling,” he whispers, “you’ve got this, it’ll be over soon. Two more.”
Swiss’ smile fades at it and a little sob leaves him, but then he takes a deep, determined breath and nods. He looks down at the kit already nursing on him and coos before starting to lick at its fuzzy little head—still going purely on instinct because, consciously, he has no fucking idea what he should be or is doing.
“You’ve got this, my heart,” Mountain repeats and squeezes his thigh reassuringly as another wave of contractions hits him. Just then the door to Copia’s room opens once again and Omega bursts inside, making the earth ghoul let out a loud possessive growl.
“Oh, my–” are Omega’s first words at the sight of Swiss cradling a tiny kit to his chest. He respectfully stays at a distance, but looks over Mountain’s form to assess Swiss and the kit’s state. “How much blood is there?”
“Doesn’t look like too much,” his mate replies, not bothering with apologizing for his defensiveness. It’s more than understandable now that there’s not only Mountain’s vulnerable mate in the room, but also his kit. “I think it’s the normal amount.”
“I agree, that’s good,” the quintessence ghoul hums, “How’s the little one?”
“Came out crying,” Swiss breathes out, “feedin’ now.”
“I see you’ve cut the cord, good job,” Omega praises before turning to Copia, “Do you have any idea how much trust this means Swiss has in you? And Mountain? This is such an honor, Papa.”
“Oh…oh, well, uh–that’s…nice,” he blushes a little, “Yes, very nice. Thank you, Omega.”
“The–the second one’s comin’ out,” Swiss interrupts them with a grunt. The kit on his chest pulls away from his nipple and mewls, as if voicing their impatience to reunite with their siblings.
“Do you think you could get up on your knees and lean forward on Mountain?”
Swiss shakes his head, “No, hurts too much…and the kit.”
“Okay, okay, that’s fair.” Omega sighs. “What about sliding down some more?”
The multi ghoul nods and wiggles down a little, ending up more laying down than sitting up. Omega praises him once again for it.
Swiss moans against more contractions and digs his claws into Mountain’s arm and then–
Another cry rips through the relative silence of the room.
This time it’s the earth ghoul that picks the kit up off of the floor into his big hands. He stares down at them and wonders how could a ghoul like him help create something so tiny, so innocent, so precious.
He’s full on sobbing by now, tears and snot running down his face as he tries not to quite literally drop his second child onto the floor.
“Why cryin’?” Swiss asks weakly as he lifts an arm and reaches out both for the kit and his mate.
“Sorry, I’m just–it’s from happiness, my heart,” Mountain chuckles. “Look at them; they’re absolutely perfect. You–you’re perfect, Swiss. Thank you, my darling.”
The other grins as best as he can in his exhaustion and then points at the kit. “Cut the…the cord. You cut it.”
The earth ghoul stares at his mate as if he has hung the moon and the stars in the sky and does what he was asked to; cautious at first—not knowing exactly how—but Mountain cuts the cord and the second kits joins their sibling on Swiss’ chest.
They also whine and wiggle a little before starting to feed and the multi ghoul delivers a couple of small licks to the top of their tiny head.
“One more to go, Swiss,” Omega rumbles from where he’s standing next to Copia. He’s got an arm on the man’s shoulder in a comforting gesture, because while he seems very proud of his ghouls, he also looks as if he’s about to pass out.
Mountain squeezes Swiss’ thigh again. “You can do it, mama.”
The multi ghoul nods in determination to have all his kits out—and for this awful ordeal to be over. He takes a couple deep breaths and pushes when another wave of contractions hits him. Two more times and the third kit is born; the tiny one.
Yet again the cord is cut and the baby placed on Swiss’ chest. They get in between their siblings and Swiss is about to start crying about only having two boobs again, but then the smallest kit forces the biggest one away from the multi ghoul’s nipple and starts feeding.
“Good job, that’s it,” Omega praises, “You did it, Swiss. You’ve got your kits, you’re nearly done.”
“Nearly?” Mountain turns to look at him with a questioning look.
“Yeah, unfortunately there’s more that needs to come out now, but that’s the easy part,” the other explains, and indeed, it doesn’t take long for it to be all finished. Swiss doesn’t even notice, really; he’s too out of it and focused on his kits by now.
(END BIRTH CW)
“We should get them to your room,” the quintessence ghoul says, placing a cautious hand on Mountain’s shoulder. He flinches and shrugs it off but doesn’t bite it, so Omega considers it a win. Mountain nods. “Can we get a…a blanket or something, Papa?”
Copia does hand them one from his bed and the earth ghoul nods at him with a thankful look. He wraps it around Swiss and tucks the kits under the top of it a little bit, too, before going down on one knee to bring his arms under Swiss’ body.
He is extremely gentle when picking his mate up. Mountain holds him securely against his chest with one of his arms shielding the kits cuddled up together on Swiss’ chest away from the world.
“I’ll, uh–” Omega starts, awkwardly looking at the mess left on the floor, “I’ll get someone to clean it up ASAP, but you might want to spend your afternoon somewhere else, Papa.”
Copia only waves a hand in a disregarding gesture, “Go take care of them.”
The quintessence ghoul nods and turns to follow the pair. Because Swiss didn’t get too far on his walk, it’s only a minute for Mountain to take him and the kits back to their room. Omega follows, needing to take a look at the kits and make sure they’re all okay.
The earth ghoul lays Swiss down in their nest and climbs in behind him to hold him up and stay close. Omega sits on a chair by the bed—avoiding touching the nest so as not to invade their space. It would not be a great idea on any day, but now?
He would rather not trigger the earth ghoul’s instincts into a fight over his mate and kits. He’s buffer, older, and his magic is more powerful than Mountain’s, but Omega seriously doubts the odds would be in his favor, here.
That’s why he’ll quickly do what he needs to and get out of there as soon as possible.
“Swiss? Swiss, I need you to focus on Mountain and the little ones in your arms, okay? I have to check on them one by one and it’s going to suck, but I have to. I’ll be quick, I promise.”
The multi ghoul nods in agreement, even though he doesn’t realize why Omega’s warning him. He’s so exhausted and in so much pain; he’s barely with them at all.
“Mountain,” Omega turns to the other, speaking quietly this time, “I need you to hold him down. His arms, most importantly. I’d rather not lose an eye today.”
Mountain also agrees, but he’s visibly confused. He doesn’t understand why the quintessence ghoul is making such a big deal out of this—even though his instincts are all but boiling inside him and he has to hold himself back very hard, lest he lashes out at Omega.
He probably should’ve explained the works of ghoul birth in advance instead of assuming it would happen right at Swiss’ due date and that there would be time for that.
The thing is, that the bond between the mother and the kits that forms in the womb isn’t purely biological for ghouls. It’s closer to magic, and it never truly fades. Swiss is always going to have a sixth sense for knowing when his kits are sick or in danger.
Right now, though—with the kits freshly out of him—that bond is pulled taut…and on fire. It’s going to hurt Swiss’ soul and mind and body to get them pulled away from him, even if only for a second.
That’s why Omega has to be fast.
Once Mountain is holding Swiss’ arms down securely by his sides, the quintessence ghoul reaches out and grabs the kit furthest away from him. He cradles them in his hands and pulls them away from Swiss and towards himself.
Pure panic immediately fills his eyes.
“N–no, give–give ‘em back,” he slurs; half delirious, “Give ‘em back, Omega, ‘s my baby. My baby…”
“I’m sorry, Swiss,” the other says with a sad voice, “just one second.”
The multi ghoul starts breathing more heavily and wriggling in Mountain’s hold as he whispers some calming and reassuring words into his ear. They don’t work, but then Omega finishes up his checkup of the first kit and carefully places them back on their mama’s chest.
But there’s two more left.
Swiss starts to cry and fully thrash around when Omega grabs the second baby and him taking the third one makes the multi ghoul wail. That and the pain radiating from him through their bond makes Mountain’s start crying again, but instead of tears of joy, these are of despair.
Not for long, though, because, thankfully, it only takes a few seconds for Omega to check all three of the screeching newborns.
“Perfectly healthy, all of them,” he assures as the last—the smallest—kit returns onto Swiss’ chest. They wiggle their tiny tail and latch onto the multi ghoul’s unoccupied nipple right away again. Omega chuckles, “She’s hungry, look. Look at her, so small but so hungry.”
The multi ghoul calms down instantly and does look down, only half conscious and with his vision blurry, but there’s a big dopey grin on his face. He’s so proud of himself; and so are Mountain and Omega.
“Good job, Swiss,” the latter praises before pulling back. “I’ll let you all get some rest and bonding time in, now. I don’t want them to smell me too much, they need to know you two are their dads and the next twenty four hours are crucial.”
Mountain nods at him in acknowledgement and mumbles out a quiet ‘thank you’. Omega leaves with a wide grin on his face, quietly shutting the door behind him. He starts heading out of the ghouls’ wing, but then he stops, turns on his heel and goes for the common room.
He finds the whole pack there. They all know something has happened, but not what, so they’ve been quite worried. Seeing the older quintessence ghoul’s smile calms their anxieties, though.
“Your pack has grown,” Omega announces, his voice full of pride. “Swiss gave birth to three healthy kits.”
Shrieks of joy sound out, the ghoulettes hugging each other and the ghouls patting each other on the backs—all of them ecstatic. They ask some questions and Omega tells them what he deems appropriate, but leaves the important information for the new parents to share before saying his goodbyes and returning to the infirmary.
In the meantime, Swiss and the babies are resting. He’s barely awake; leaning heavily against Mountain as their kits suckle on his chest.
The earth ghoul sniffles, still so overwhelmed by joy that he can’t stop crying or tear his eyes away from the three tiny—adorable—lumps of fuzz. He keeps crying and staring as he nuzzles his face into the top of Swiss’ head; not intending on sleeping tonight.
Mountain doubts his mate can hear him—or if he can, that he will remember it—but he voices the beautiful thought he’s just gotten anyway.
“This is a better Valentine’s Day gift than I ever could have wished for, my heart.”
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Cake
1146 words / Prompt: Laugh
Have some cake. It's my birthday.
Sherlock picks up his fork and examines the slice of cake before him. It’s yellow, with thick white icing and colourful sprinkles.
John and Molly have already tasted their pieces and are talking about something. John makes a teasing remark about hearing aids. Apparently Sherlock has missed the question.
“Hm?”
John smiles at him. It’s a fond smile, but a sad one. Sherlock tries to remember the last time John looked happy. It’s been ages, he thinks. Even the smile on his face now isn’t truly happy.
His wedding, maybe. He did smile a lot that day, but there was something ragged underneath. A kind of exhausted cheer. The days leading up the event were hectic, but it was worth it to give John and Mary a joyous day. Maybe it was relief Sherlock saw in those wedding smiles. Glad to have the big day go well, ready to wake up to a new life.
The day Rosie was born, John’s smile was incredulous, full of wonder. But Sherlock could see he was terrified, too. It was the day it all became real, irrevocable. There was no going back for him and Mary. Nor for Sherlock. John was a father, and had responsibilities.
Unmingled joy. That’s what Sherlock is trying to remember.
That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done.
And you invaded Afghanistan.
It was the first time he heard John helpless with laughter. They’d stood inside the front door, leaning against the wall, giggling at the ridiculousness of what they’d just done, running through alleys and across rooftops. Welcome to London.
It was the moment when he first realised he wanted to kiss John. He wanted to hear that giggle of surrender again. To laugh every day with John and keep him forever.
It might have lasted, if Sherlock hadn’t created a problem that could only be solved by dying, leaving John alone for two years.
He’d dreamed of coming home, hearing John laugh at his brilliant resurrection. He’d been so intent on that, he hadn’t realised. It may have been necessary to go away, but his return wasn’t as brilliant as he’d dreamed.
Well, then. Neither of them has been happy.
“You haven’t even tasted it,” John is saying.
“Oh.” He lifts a bite to his mouth, smells vanilla, feels the icing melt on his tongue. “Delicious.” It is, and he takes another bite, even though he’s not hungry.
John is smiling at him.
He can’t stop thinking about John’s tears, just a half an hour ago in the flat.
I’m not the man you thought I was.
It’s not okay.
Well, it is what it is. John hasn’t been happy for a long time, he thinks.
Though they never spoke of it, he knows John had mixed feelings about the marriage. A part of him loved Mary, but even though he forgave her, he never forgot: what have I ever done… my whole life… to deserve you?
Mary wasn’t supposed to be like that. But she was.
Sherlock wasn’t supposed to come back, but he did.
John was supposed to be happy. He wasn’t.
Sometimes he thinks John might have been happy if Sherlock had stayed dead. He would have got over his best friend dying in front of him. He would have married and lived in the suburbs with his wife and child. His wife wouldn’t have shot Sherlock, and she wouldn’t have died, trying to protect him. He wouldn’t be raising his child alone.
He eats his cake silently, pressing his fork into the last crumbs.
“You’ve been quiet,” John says as they walk back to 221B.
“Hm.”
“About earlier… I’m sorry.” He huffs a small laugh. “Mood killer, for sure.”
He stops walking. “John.”
John is two paces ahead by the time Sherlock says his name. He turns and looks at Sherlock, puzzled. “What is it?”
“Are you happy?”
“Am I happy?” He gives a short, bitter laugh. “What does happiness have to do with anything? Are you happy?”
“Well, no one can be happy all the time. But I consider myself an optimistic person. I expect I will be happy again.”
“Are you…” John licks his lips. “Will you contact her?”
“No. She knows what I am, and doesn’t expect it.”
“Sherlock, I know I was pushing when I said you should… I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want that. I just wish you weren’t so alone.”
“Not so alone. I have you.”
Sherlock resumes walking; John falls into step with him.
“Yeah, a great friend I’ve been.”
“You’re not perfect, John. Neither am I. You shouldn’t hold yourself to an impossibly high standard. Happiness is more important. Do you know,” he says, turning to look at John, “some of my happiest moments have been spent with you.”
John sighs. “We’ve had some good times. I’ll never forget the months we lived together. You saved me. I was so lost, so alone…” Glancing at Sherlock, he smiles wistfully. “Do you remember that night, when we were chasing the cab, and I forgot my cane at the restaurant?” He giggles. “Oh, God. Down alleys, across the rooftops. Welcome to London. That was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever done.”
Sherlock smiles. “Wanna see some more?”
“What are you saying?” John halts.
Sherlock turns and faces him. “Come back. Move in with me, you and Rosie.”
John is gazing at him, his eyes soft. “Do you know what I wished for that night?”
“What did you wish, John?”
He looks down at his feet. “I wished… that I could spend the rest of my days running after you, trying to keep up. Giggling at crime scenes, running all over London, coming home and sitting in the evenings…” He sighs. “It can’t be like it was before. I have a child.”
“Another adventure I look forward to. We’ll hire a nanny, solve all the boring cases, and you’ll write them up for the blog. We’ll be together.” He puts his hands on John’s shoulders. “Come back to me.”
John shakes his head gravely. “You don’t know what you’re asking. Rosie’s a baby, and soon she’ll be toddling around, getting into everything.”
“That’s what babies do. They grow into children, and eventually leave home. And you’ll miss her then. I want to see her grow up, too. I want to be there when you send her off to uni. I want to help plan her wedding, hold your first grandchild. I want to retire to a cottage in Sussex with you and keep bees.”
“Bees?”
“Yes, John. Do keep up. If you don’t like bees, you ought to have plenty of cases to write up by then.”
John brushes tears from his eyes. “What are you saying?”
In answer, he puts his arms around John. “You said love would complete me as a human being. I’m saying, it already has.”
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I'm Making Fluff Headcannons Cause I'm Sad: Diasomnia
Shit, I completely forgot about this. My bad.
Let's do this real quick then.
(I'll probably do the teachers and side characters later)
Malleus:
Ok, he's not good at.... anything affectionate
Yet
You just gotta teach him
And trust me, he loves learning this shit
Once you teach him cuddles,
He wants them
All the fucking time
Absolutely loves kissing
(and he has a long ass tongue, so it's really fun to kiss him)
Loves physical contact in general
Just hold his hand or lean on him
Little dragon boi is so happy
He's a little protective of his horns
But will let you touch them if you ask nicely
Also just loves looking into your eyes
Thinks your eyes are beautiful
(or eye, if you only have one. Idk)
Also just loves watching you sleep
Lilia:
Ah, the little prankster
He loves pulling you into shit
One moment you're studying,
The next moment you're scaring the living daylights out of some random student
Teaches you all his best tricks
Also teaches you how to cook (or at least how he cooks)
(You promptly ignore his teachings)
Does love it when you cook for him though
Also loves telling you all sorts of stories
Mainly about Silver
And Malleus
And his travels
He just likes talking to you tbh
He also loves messing with you, too
But if it gets too much, tell him and he'll pull back
(kinda)
Silver:
I promise you, he's trying to stay awake for you
Like, really trying
He wants to be awake for anything you do
And he feels really shitty when he falls asleep
Just reassure him
Loves loves loves your smile
Might be one of his favorite things about your appearance
Makes it his goal to make you smile at least five times a day
Not as into kissing as you'd hope, but that's cause he'd rather see you smile
Will still gladly kiss you, just won't initiate as often as you would
Also
Also also also
Remember in the White Rabbit event thingy where he got that alarm clock?
With the voice recording?
Well guess what?
He has one for you, too.
And it's the only one that wakes him up immediately.
Doesn't matter what you're saying
It wakes him up
Sebek:
Well, you might have to sit through hours and hours of ramblings about Malleus
But trust me
Other people have to sit through hours and hours of ramblings about you
He's just as bad, if not worse, about how much he talks about you
Actively tries to not shout in your presence
Or at least not at you
Tries his best to be a gentle person around you
Praise him for it
He loves it when you praise him
And he'll praise you
Sometimes
Sure, he doesn't do it too often
But when he does, you know he means it
Also very willing to help you wish anything
School related or not
(tbh, he might even choose to hang out with you over Malleus (with permission, of course))
Hope you likes this. I feel like I did pretty well for the Dragyons. (that's a bad joke I've been telling myself. It's just "dragons" and "yon" combined, since yon is 4 in Japanese)
Lemme know what you think though. Next part..... at some point.
#twst#disney twst#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#diasomnia#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#disney twst x reader#disney twisted wonderland x reader#diasomnia x reader
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Wishing on Golden Stars [7]
Before the Meteor Shower
genre: isekai, slow burn, fluff, hurt/comfort, humor(?)
chapter warning(s)!!!: feelings of distress/anxiety
chapter w.count: 4.1k
a/n: maybe its bc i rushed editing this one- but what used to be my favorite chapter in the m.post draft feels soo messy now :(( hopefully it's not as bad as i think
It’s the second week after your annual illness and your body already feels like it never tried killing you in the first place. The soreness in your joints has improved to the occasional ache alone. You were back to work with Thoma and following Ayaka out on errands or small trips she’s required to take as the Shirasagi Himegimi. You even manage to shake off the feeling of awkwardness that accompanied you from Ayato’s out-of-left field actions from before. Able to once again force him to take breaks and sneak him sweets when Thoma’s not looking.
It was all returning to normal, and it was relieving.
Outside, your current chore was sweeping around the steps at the Kamisato gate while the samurai patrolling constantly got in your way. You never liked them since they always seem to look down on Thoma; so, you try your best to agitate them in ways that could never actually land you with any disciplinary repercussions.
“Y/n!” Ayaka calls, coming up to you with her fan covering her mouth out of habit. “Have you heard about the meteor shower that’s going to be taking place?” You stop sweeping and hold your broom out juuust enough so that the samurai behind you has to step just slightly out to the right to avoid tripping on it.
“Sure haven’t.” Behind her fan, Ayaka’s eyes shut, and a small giggle of amusement leaves her.
“A scholar from Sumeru has been predicting the last few Teyvat has experienced. Apparently, when he announces yet another prediction people tend to take him seriously.”
“Yeah? I don’t remember any meteor showers since I’ve been here though.”
“That’s why it’s so exciting this year! Every year before, you’ve always been sick.”
“Everytime?!” Your jaw drops. What kind of bad luck is that? “Well, I better not just develop some nasty cold or food poisoning or something before this one.”
“The initial prediction is tonight, so I’m sure you’ll be able to see it this year.” You blink at her before looking at the midday sky. Tonight? She sure is telling you on kind of short notice. Maybe it was her way of trying not to stress you out so that no sickness could come and ruin your chance again?
Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyway. At least you know now.
“Well, then I’ll be right as rain!” You smile with your friend before she’s suggesting you come back inside with her. You do so, mostly so that the samurai’s glare would stop burning the back of your head so much.
With the newfound excitement of seeing a meteor shower, the rest of the day seemed to drag on far too slowly. Even back in reality, you haven't seen a proper meteor shower before. You were either asleep, forgot about it entirely, or the city smog and light pollution would never let the sky be seen for what it was. So, this was entirely new territory and terribly exciting. Ayaka was apparently excited for it too, since that’s all she was talking about all afternoon as you tended to her whims.
The land bathes in the golden hour of dusk when Ayato comes knocking at Ayaka’s door, asking to borrow you for the evening. Thoma at his back. Ayaka snaps open her fan from her place sitting gracefully at a tea table and places it over the bottom half of her face. The eye contact she holds with her older brother is like a silent conversation before she’s nodding her head.
Easily, the exchange of Thoma for you is swift and you are then following at the older brother’s heels. Ayaka giggles gleefully behind her fan while Thoma is left shaking his head with his hands on his hips.
Ayato retreats back into his office and you trail after him. Instead of stopping at his desk like you assumed he would, he keeps walking. The small door at the back of the office, just behind his desk, is his destination. He slides the door open with the outside of his palm and steps through the threshold. You had always just assumed that room was some sort of closet. Seeing him go through it and disappear around the corner left you blinking in some sort of mental buffering.
...Maybe it was a big closet?
Ayato notices a lack of you behind him and back tracks with a chuckle to stand once again at the threshold of the mysterious doorway.
“Come on,” he beckons. You do nothing but nod and obey as he turns his back again to continue on his way to wherever. The room you assumed to be a closet wasn’t at all. It was a small, two step passage to yet another set of sliding doors that he continues to go through. This time, the door leads into a different room entirely.
Following him slowly, you look around. The room was small, much smaller than his large office. There was a long, low table with a cloth running the center-length of it with a vase of fresh flowers on top of the fabric. Against the back wall was a wooden and well carved kimono rack that was being used to display a wonderfully blue designed kimono that you know was made to Ayato’s tastes. Two cushioned zaisu- legless floor chairs- sit in the last slivers of sun just on edge of the room next to yet another pair of doors that must lead out onto the veranda.
“Please, shut the doors behind you.” You nod, racing back to the first set of doors in his office to slide it shut and then the second that leads into this secret room. Once you successfully shut yourself in the small room with him, you feel your face heat up when the man in your company removes his heavy overcoat to his multiple piece daily ensemble. Ayato takes a seat in one of the zaisu chairs and offers you the other in front of him with one of his arms now that he is more comfortable.
You accept the invite, although a bit nervously. Is there a reason he took you all the way back here? You could only assume this was a room that he didn’t advertise to many. A place to escape his work for even the smallest amount of respite in solitude. You were willing to bet only Thoma and Ayaka knew of this room.
“I do hope you don’t mind the isolation,” he chuckles. “Only Thoma knows this room exists, so we won’t be bothered here.”
“Lady Ayaka doesn’t?” That was shocking. You were sure she would know too.
“She does not. I treasure my sister dearly, but even I need time solely for myself from time to time.” That makes sense. But then why did he choose to show you? If only Thoma knew of this place, and not even his beloved sister, why did he allow you to let you in on this closely kept secret? As if reading your mind, Ayato chuckles. “Feeling special?” He attempts to joke.
“Oh!” You look up at his amused face. “I’ll promptly forget this room exists as soon as we leave,” you promise.
“I surely hope not.” You blink at him and if he had tea at the moment, he would’ve taken a satisfied sip. He could almost see the question marks materializing over your head. Cute. “I brought you here because I have some things I’d like to discuss.”
Ayato hums to himself. Maybe he should’ve phrased that differently.
It’s not like he brought you all the way back here just to scold you or anything nefarious. Still, the way you were sitting so straight, along with the fidgeting tells him that that’s almost what you were expecting.
“If you’d humor me, I’d like to take off my commissioner hat and speak with you freely for a while.” The look in his eyes as they drifted downwards eased your tension. It was very rare that Ayato didn’t have his guard up in some way or another, so this not only relaxed you, it also flattered you to some degree. “It may sound selfish of me, but in this space I will accept all you have to say. Even if whatever it is seems… outlandish.”
“Is there something you wish to know, my lord?” You swallow a lump in your throat as your hands that settle on your lap squeeze together.
“There is, but I’d like to first share something with you. It’s something that I haven’t told anyone before. Not to Thoma or my sister.” His gaze that had since been gazing down in an almost solemn expression lifts to yours. “You will be the first.”
Ayato lifts his arms, pulling off his gloves and with his now naked hands, moves to start unclasping the guard braces that always rest over his arms under his robe sleeves.
“On the night before you were found in Ritou, there was a meteor shower much like the one that is predicted to be occurring soon tonight.” He frees one clasp and pulls the fabric restricting his arm free before moving to the second. “On that night, I was feeling particularly unrested. I was antsy and couldn’t settle down. My very bones kept me awake to the point I could hardly even parktake to my work. That was until I watched the sky and saw the stars shooting across it.” The second clasp was free and soon the guard was hanging on by a single one remaining and clinging to his arm. “There were several to view, streaking the skies with color. I must’ve been particularly childish that night, since I found myself wishing for a sort of… change to my daily life. Even if just a brief one.”
The brace he had been working on falls loose from his forearm. It clambered to the floor with a dull sound before his free arm started the process over again on his opposite one. He could undo the fabric and buckles without even looking at them. It was habitual at this point.
You can’t bring yourself to interrupt his words, so you sit still and silent. He’s silently thankful for that fact.
“I always thought it was my imagination, but when I made that childlike wish for change, a single star that came into view seemed to burn brighter than the others around it. It outshone its starlight brethren and the brilliance of it seemed to shift the air. It was so short lived, however, that when I merely blinked my eyes it vanished among the darkness. So, I chalked it up to mere tiredness.” He had already undone two clasps and was nearly finished with the third.
The second brace falls to the floor just like the first one. Now free from his arm guards, Ayato gathers them in his hands along with his discarded gloves and sets them aside neatly. You had never seen the sleeves of his undershirt so loose and wide. You had always assumed his mulitude of undershirts were thin to make wearing his coat more comfort. Now you see that it was just his arm guards keeping the under fabric in place. The fabric of his sleeve's flutters down around his arms like waterfalls of satin.
“Then, mysteriously after that one fateful meteor shower where I dared let myself have such reckless wishes,” his eyes that had once been on his arms to remove his articles of daily wear and then closed in a calm recollection, reopen to stare straight at you. Your breath catches in your throat. “You showed up on the edge of Ritou.”
You were speechless. You weren’t sure what to say or do. Was he merely saying it was a coincidence, or was he accusing you of something? No amount of in-game knowledge to the here and now of personally knowing him will ever give you the grasp on his thoughts and true extent of his intellect.
“My lord, I’m not sure I follow.”
“That traveler, Aether,” his voice took on a different cadence. It wasn’t the soft one of storytelling from before, but it seemed much more neutral now. Like he didn’t have any sort of likes or dislikes in the world and was simply reading a script. “He took the time to come by the residence while you were ill since he was worried for you. During that time, I took it upon myself to confirm that he was not from Teyvat as I had been suspecting.” You swallow and wish you had some water. “The same can be said for you, yes?”
“I’ve already disclosed to you before, sir, that I’m not from here.” It’s fine. You can worm your way out of this.
“Yes, but I’d like to know more about the world in which you call home. The one beyond Teyvat.” Or, maybe you can’t. You feel chills running down the length of your spine and creep down your shoulders all the way to your elbows. Your eyes remain downward, and your internal panic must be showing on your face. “Take a breath, y/n,” Ayato tells you, his voice calming you down with a gentle tone just like before.
“I… it’s true that I’m not from Teyvat. When I first came to work here under you, I told you I was from somewhere far away. That’s the truth, I didn’t lie, I just…”
“I am not here to force information out of you or scold you for withholding information like your origins. Frankly, I wish to know more for selfish reasons than anything else.” He means it. You take a deep breath, and he eases at your attempt to calm yourself. He did not want to spark panic or fear through you.
“I apologize if this sounds rude, but try putting yourself in my shoes, Yashiro Commissioner. You’ve lived in Inazuma all your life, and while I admire your strength at having to grow up so quickly for your family, I didn’t even get that. I woke up in a strange place that wasn’t my home.” You chuckle bitterly and your hands curl into the fabric of your lap. “And of all places to end up, it was the nation that was closing its borders and rejected anything that even so much as tried to go against the Shogun’s view of eternity...!” You deflate. “I was terrified.”
Ayato watches you intently. He watches as your body starts trembling at the fear and anxiety you’ve been forced to endure for years. By yourself. How your hands release each other to instead run through your hair. You were getting too worked up.
“Y/n,” he tries to reach you, but you shut him out.
“I mean, it wasn’t fair! Not only did I just show up and immediately get detained- which I'm still mad about by the way- I knew about the Shogun’s distaste for anything- anyone- like me and Aether. We defy the laws of her stupid, narrow minded view of how people should live.”
“Y/n,” he tries again. Ayato moves so that he’s within your arm’s reach. You had barely taken a solid breath that whole spiel. His arms are suddenly in your grasp, your hands latching onto where his discarded braces used to rest. The action catches him off guard- or more accurately your strength.
Thoma had mentioned in passing once that you were especially strong for someone who didn’t know anything about combat or the like. If you squeeze his arms too tightly, he might be able to hear his bones creak.
“Please, calm down.” You take deep breaths in and out a few times and the grip on his forearms lessen just enough for his muscles to feel relief. “Y/n,” you don’t look up at him from your hanging head, but he knows your listening, “I understand why you were scared to share anything with someone, but if it was causing you such distress, could you not have trusted at least one of us? Thoma, Ayaka or myself. Just one surely would’ve been enough to ease your burden even if just a little.”
“I didn’t know how.”
“Do you think we’d think you a fool?” You shake your head. “Then, perhaps you thought we simply wouldn’t believe such a tale?” You shake your head again, but it is less denial and more confusion. You didn’t know what you thought.
Ayato’s view of the back of your head fills him with a feeling that makes his chest squirm. Sighing, his shoulders slacken and his head falls down to rest on yours. You jolt when his forehead pushes on the back of your skull, his nose and cheeks brush through your hair.
“I would have believed you.” You’re silent. “After all this time, I convinced myself you came to Inazuma through the folly of a shooting star and childish whim.” He takes a deep, heavy breath. Breathing you in and letting you back out in his exhale. “I would have.” He reaffirms.
You don’t know what to say. Should you thank him? Apologize? What was the right thing to say right now? Or maybe... maybe it would be best if you just continue to stay silent. Say nothing at all.
Ayato stays resting against your head for a little while longer before he straightens his back once again. He starts moving his arms and gently twists your grip from his arms before he’s gently sandwiching your hands between his. You could feel the callous on his hands from his swordplay. He's warm. It gives you something to focus on- something new and comforting.
“I actually quite dislike meteor showers these days.” You slowly, very slowly as if you were still afraid of something, move to finally look up and back towards him. “If the stars are what brought you here to me, what’s stopping them from taking you away?”
“My lord?” You whisper. The way his eyes were looking at you wasn’t a look you were familiar with. They were gleaming with this childlike innocence, one that he was forced to leave behind so early. Filled with something so pure and frightful while looking at you.
“I told you before that I dislike when you address me like that.”
“Oh-”
“Every year when you fall ill and the stars start moving across the night sky, it’s like the heavens are warning me. Telling me that they can take you back any time they wish. So, to counteract those warnings, I stay by your side until you recover. You’d have no choice but to stay here on the ground with me if they cannot get past.”
It was almost scary how much this man knows. How he can gain knowledge by just the bare basics of things and then piece together them on speculation alone. Even things so outlandish as this. As you.
It was strange, the feeling in your chest.
Coming back from Watatsumi after the war ended and having Ayaka and Thoma waiting for you brought you so much comfort. And finding common ground with Aether about feeling like some imposter gave you peace. But this? Having Ayato look you in the eyes without wavering and telling you that he’d not only believe such a strange tale of someone so ordinary, unlike Aether who is the opposite of ordinary, but also accept it?
You thought you were finally getting over your years-long fit of homesickness mixed with this strange case of imposter syndrome. The tears that well up in your eyes and spill over your cheeks prove otherwise.
Unlike before, Ayato seems to have anticipated your emotional turmoil this time. The moment your tears roll down your face, he pulls you towards him before the first one has the chance to hit the floor from your chin where it drips. With a gentle tug on your bicep, he pulls you to rest your head just off his neck. The crown of your head settled nicely under his jaw as his other hand came to enclose your body and rest on the back of your head, keeping you locked in against his warmth.
You’re glad he shed off his suit jacket when you both came into this room. It would’ve been much harder to hold onto him with all his ornaments and tassels in your way.
By the time you settle down, the sun is already set below the horizon and the room's dark. Lit only by the strong light of the near full moon rising over the walls of the estate.
It was a clear night. One perfect for a meteor shower.
“I apologize if this was all overwhelming for you. Bringing you distress was not my intention,” Ayato apologizes. You shake your head, sniffling and wiping your face of dried tears. He has since released you from his chest, but his touch still remains on you. Gingerly placing one palm beneath your elbow to keep your arm rested in his to using his other overly large sleeve to pat your face dry of any stray tears he can erase.
“I’m more embarrassed than anything,” you mumble. He chuckles. It feels comfortable.
“I won’t take up too much more of your time. Ayaka is looking forward to the meteor shower, and while I’d like to keep you for myself, I’ll allow her to have you this year.”
Ayato slowly stands to his feet, knees bent to offer you his hands and bring you to stand up with him. Sitting close to each other felt far different than standing so close. You’ve been close to him before, either in reprimanding nature or when he would offer you aid like when you were ill. This however, this air around you and the proximity between you and him was much more intimate.
His hands softly lift yours between both your chests and your feet were almost slotted between his own. You could smell the scent of the day on his clothes, the gentle air of mist that coated him in a pristine aura. It heated your cheeks.
“Come, I’ll see you out,” he takes a step back. The air tastes different when he pulls away. Keeping one of your hands in his, he steps over to the second pair of doors you noticed earlier and slides it open. Apparently, for such a secret room, it did lead directly out to the veranda like you originally thought. How could anyone miss a set of doors like this?
You both step out into the cool night air as he shuts the door at your back. Leading you away from the room, his folded grip on your hand never faltering.
It’s a short walk before the soft slights of lanterns can be seen from beyond the way. The others must be outside waiting for the predicted time. Somehow, the thought of other people occupying your space relaxed you. Ayato stops walking before turning to you.
“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to join you all for this event.” Your brows turn up. You were under the impression he would be sticking around and a feeling coils in your stomach at the thought of him being away. Damn your feelings. “Despite this, I wish to tell you one more thing before I depart.”
You nod. Ayato’s face takes on yet another expression. It’s soft, somber, and the smile he wears is one you hadn’t seen before. It was lovely.
“Trusting another person isn't easy, especially for someone of high status. But you have placed your trust in me, and of course I will not let you down.” Leaning down, Ayato’s lips meet your cheek. They’re cool but soft and you're sure he can feel the heat of your skin ignite under his polite kiss. Pulling away, his forehead rests against yours and you can only stare at the crows feet that make themselves so handsomely at home against the corners of his eyes. “I care for you deeply. You need not return these feelings, or even think about them after tonight. I am content just having told you. Just for the rest of this night, however, I selfishly hope I consume the forefront of your mind.”
With one additional peck to the crown of your head, Ayato steps away from you. Your hand slips from his grasp and he’s soon walking away from you until he’s gone.
The cool night breeze feels soothing on your enflamed skin. Who knows how long you stand in place until Ayaka catches sight of you, beckoning you over.
The meteor shower starts, but you can hardly focus on it. Ayato gazes at the sky from his office window, convincing himself that despite the nightmare of waking up in a world you weren’t in, you would undoubtedly still be under the same roof in the morning.
a/n pt.2: he said the thing !!!! (bonus points for anyone who immediately caught me using in-game voice lines lol
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