#for both gender reasons and just for the simple fact that it is a damn good story that still has not been outdone

[dragon-zena]

Experiencing fma for the first time was such An Experience for me

[bunni-v1]

Heyyaaa

May I request dorm leaders finding out you’re a girl please? If it’s too much u can make a part 2

Dorm Leaders Find Out You're a Girl?!?!?! (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

TW: Mentions of transphobia (nothing awful, just literally dropping the word lol); Idia is creepy

Info: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x Reader (Platonic or Romantic); Fluff, Comedy(?)

🍓This one is gonna be long, like 5.3k words long. I love writing the dorm leaders so damn much <3 Besides, there’s been a long wait for this one, so I hope I make it worth it! You might see some favoritism shine through, but I did my best to keep it even. Hope you all enjoy!

Tags: @kierancaz @danchann33 @arashrita @the-ace-reader @akiyamasmizuki @kitsun369 @bloomstruck (I think I got all of you)

First Years

Ortho Sebek

Second Years

Third Years

-Okay so, I know we’re all wondering, how the hell do you get away with hiding your gender for so damn long?

-Firstly, those ceremonial robes do great at hiding the figure. The only tell would maybe be your hair, but feminine men aren’t unwelcome at Nightraven College, so you mostly get a few questioning stares and that’s it.

-Secondly, Crowley wants to save his own fucking ass. He already has to hide from the press that he has a MAGICLESS student from ANOTHER DIMENSION here, he doesn’t need the fact that you are a woman ALSO on his plate. So, obviously, he helps you hide your gender from others.

-Grim knows, of course, and he keeps his mouth shut for a few yummy cans of tuna (and threats of being expelled from Crowley <3)

-Even when you were just a janitor, he couldn’t have the rumor that he put a “helpless” young woman to work. (Like it wouldn’t be expected.)

-So how do you two do it?

-Baggy ass uniform. Crowley gave you at least three sizes too big.

-Your figure is completely hidden. Sure, you look completely homeless, but at least you’re hidden.

-For your voice, you simply deepen it. After some point, you blackmail Crowley into giving you a potion to help with it, since it's so taxing on your voice. (Or maybe your voice is naturally deep!)

-Sam provides you (for an unfairly pretty penny (not too different from your original world…)) any feminine hygiene products you might need.

-Honestly, you’re set for being cared for, but it’s the adjustment period that’s the hardest part. 

-Truly, it’s very jarring to suddenly be thrown into both a magical world and be isolated in a man's world with nowhere to hide.

-At least in your world you had other women who could understand your struggles. Here though? You’re completely alone.

-You notice how… messy some of these guys could be. How some of them smell… really rancid. -How rough they were with you and each other.

-Honestly, it’s kinda eye-opening. The way men show affection to each other is oddly refreshing to watch and experience!

-Ace and Deuce specifically are a good… trial run.

-That’s not what we’re here to talk about though…

-For the most part, it's incredibly easy to hide yourself for the first while on campus. Everyone on campus is so self-absorbed that they don’t bother questioning you.

-Your only real risk factor is Savannaclaw, but it's easy to avoid those guys (minus Jack, of course).

-However, you can only hide your gender for so long… It’s mentally draining to keep up this facade all the time around people you care about.

-So… how do they find out?

Riddle

-Riddle is the last student in Heartslabyul to find out.

-It’s not like he did anything to you for you to hold off on telling him (you know, other than the whole almost killing you that one time thing), it’s just that you don’t feel inclined to tell him. 

-Simple as that.

-He also really has no reason to question your gender. 

-Riddle didn’t have must interaction with people his own age until he came to night raven college, he doesn’t have the same social ideologies as other people do.

-Nightraven college is really his first touch with society outside of his mothers very watchful, conservative eye.

-So, excuse him for not picking up on stupid little gendered norms that the other students do.

-In his eyes, you dress like a man, you act (sort of) like the other male students, and you prefer he/him pronouns. 

-There’s nothing more to it then, right? If you identify as a man, he has no reason not to treat you as such - nor should he suspect you would hide your gender like that.

-Besides, this is an all boys school! Crowley wouldn’t allow you to attend here unless you were also a boy… right?

-He is aware there are exceptions — and you are already QUITE the exception, but surely Crowley wouldn’t be so cruel as to force a young woman to attend an all boys academy.

-Ah, sweet Riddle, ever in denial.

-He isn’t STUPID though. He notices how brotherly Trey is to you. He knows (and has heard) your many “secret sleepovers” with Cater.

-He ignores these things and doesn’t comment on them simply because, well, he likes you!

-He helps to tutor you sometimes, and he’s gotten to know you through that, and he really does come around on enjoying your presence.

-So, he ignores Trey and Cater’s odd behaviors for your sake.

-You keep him and his dorm members in high spirits, why would he want to shoo something like that away?

-He doesn’t really questionthings until he… overhears a conversation between Deuce and Ace. (A rather loud one, for how supposedly secret this topic was meant to be).

-One of them had gotten in trouble with a professor, and he was going to give them a stern scolding when he overheard what they were talking about.

-“Deuce, dude, you’re gonna want to sit down for this one.”

“What is it, I’m busy trying to finish my potionology homework.”

“Seriously this one is crazy, you’re not ready for for it.”

“Ace, if you’re just messing with me I’m going to leave.”

“Dude, the prefect is a girl.”

“…What?”

-Riddle did not bother the two after that. In fact, he just walked back to his room to sit and think about what he just overheard.

-It DID make sense. You didn’t quite fit in with everyone else for reasons outside of your otherworldly origin.

-You acted differently than the typical guy here at NRC, and you seemed to get along with the peers that were more ‘traditionally feminine’ best.

-It would explain Trey’s coddling and Cater’s secretiveness.

-Still, he didn’t want to assume. This was Ace and Deuce, and Ace could just be messing around with Deuce.

-So, at your next tutoring session, he broaches the subject as politely as possible.

-“So, prefect, I have… overheard something that I wanted to ask you about.”

“Oh no, am I in trouble because of Ace and Deuce again.”

“Not… technically… I did, however, overhear them talking about… you being a woman.”

“…I’m gonna kill them.”

“I could collar them for you, if that would help.”

-The confirmation was reassuring for Riddle in multiple ways. 

-1) Ace isn’t as terrible of a person as the thought he was.

-2) He wasn’t crazy in noticing the slight differences in you and your other peers.

-Now, you and Riddle aren’t exactly super close by any means, so your interactions with each other are limited to when you’re either being tutored or with friends in Heartslabyul.

-However, he is notably more nervous than he usually is.

-He doesn’t have some super secret crush on your all of the sudden, he just… never really had a chance to interact with women before.

-His mom kept him very sheltered from the opposite gender, so he has little to no experience with them.

-On top of that, because of his mother, he does have a slight fear of women. He’s afraid he’s going to upset you and you’ll blow a fuse on him or something.

-You have to assure him that you don’t bite and you won’t suddenly start screaming at him for no reason, and then he begins to relax a bit.

-Still, he’s very sweet and gentlemanly to you.

-If you need help with anyone around campus, you should come to him and he will have them dealt with accordingly.

Leona

-Leona “Respects Women” Kingscholar.

-Leona has SLIGHTLY worse smell than Ruggie, but he also knew immediately upon your arrival that you were a girl.

-In fact, he knew you weren’t a trans man, because they smell distinctly different from the typical woman.

-There aren’t many trans people in the Savannah though, so Ruggie not being able to pick up on that doesn’t really shock him.

-Leona, however, has smelled and seen plenty of trans people in his life time — you aren’t one of them.

-He won’t lie, he’s definitely interested in you. Women where he comes from are big and strong and proud, you’re just kind of plain.

-He keeps his ever curious eye on you though, because he’s interested in how you might navigate this whole thing.

-Now don’t get it twisted, he doesn’t care about you, he’s curious about you. 

-If you were to ask him for help on something, he wouldn’t offer it. (Not that you would, you seem particularly averse to him).

-However, if he were to see some creep trying to… well… creep on you, he’d chase them away without ever having you know he did.

-He was your secret bodyguard who wouldn’t admit it even if you held a knife to his throat.

-Still, he stayed out of your way and you stayed out of his. 

-A symbiotic relationship that you weren’t even aware existed… until you got in his way.

-Like Ruggie, when you start getting a little too involved in his ahem business, he gets pretty damn annoyed.

-You’re not exactly a threat to start, but you are a little trouble maker. If you find out what he’s up to, you’ll ruin his plans completely, and he can’t have that.

-However, he’s not exactly comfortable “taking care of you” like he is his male peers.

-He respects women, okay, you can’t blame him for not wanting to purposefully hurt you. (If his mom and brother found out, he’d never hear the damn end of it)

-He sends out Ruggie to scare you off, explicitly telling him he can’t hurt you on purpose.

-He knows Ruggie already has an idea of what’s going on, so he doesn’t have any qualms with telling him to be careful with you.

-Still, despite all this, he doesn’t really broach the topic until he’s forced to.

-He’s made it known to you, at this point, that he knows your secret. 

-He hasn’t caused you any extra trouble since his overblot, and he keeps his dorm members off your back, so you have no reason to interact with him… until, again, you get yourself into trouble.

-This time it’s YOU dragging him into your mess, despite him wanting nothing to do with it.

-You are convincing, though, so he gives and allows you to stay in his dorm room — rent free! Isn’t he so nice.

-Jack offers himself for protection if you need it, but you can see that Ruggie is quite bemused with the whole situation, so you decide to turn him down.

-Leona hasn’t tried anything yet, and he really could if he wanted to.

-You decide you can trust him. (You have to trust him).

-Then presents the issue of sharing a bed.

-Leona isn’t a weird pervert, okay. He isn’t absolutely leaping at the idea to be in bed with you — he’s so sorry.

-Honestly, it makes him a bit… uncomfortable.

-Sharing a bed is something you do with family or someone you’re involved with, not the weird magic-less kid who’s at least three years too young for you.

-So, Leona, ever the women’s rights activist, approaches you with a proposition.

-“Listen, I know you’re a woman and I know you know that. We’re not sharing a bed, there ain’t no way that’s happening.”

“Oh, so would you like the poor helpless homeless woman to sleep on the floor? How cruel can you be Leona.”

“Shut up, I’m not gonna do that to you. Listen, you can have the bed all to yourself and I’ll sleep on the couch, so long as you promise not to tell a single soul about this.”

“I promise.”

-You immediately tell Ruggie the next morning, and he is sure to make sure Leona never forgets it.

-Living with Leona for the short period of time that you do is very insightful!

-He’s actually pretty funny, much smarter than he lets on, and almost brotherly to you. Which does not fit the M.O. you built of him in your head.

-He’s gruff and pushy, but he does it out of genuineness.

-You end up getting really close to him because of it. 

-His quiet and laid-back demeanor are a break from the chaos of everyone else on campus, and he doesn’t make a big deal out of anything so you can just complain and he nods along unbothered.

-Only thing you notice that upsets him is when you bring up guys who bother you.

-Those guys tend to stop bothering you shortly after. How strange…

Azul

-Azul is hands down the last person on campus you want knowing about this.

-Riddle, Ruggie, Trey, Cater and pretty much everyone with half a brain tell you to stay as far away from him as possible.

-You see him in the halls sometimes, and he doesn’t look to bad. Unapproachable, sure, but he’s a rather pretty guy. Well put together and seemingly very smart from what you’ve been told.

-He helped to subdue Grim in the opening ceremony, so you know he’s magically capable. He’s also a house warden, so that goes unspoken, I suppose.

-He seems interested in you, from what you can tell. He always waves at you when he does see you in a sort of fake friendly kind of way. 

-You’ve seen him and his little (large, very large) goonies admiring ramshackle before.

-You’ve also politely asked them to not do that when you moved in, because it freaks you out a lot. To which they all gave you very eerie smiles and walked away.

-They remind you of a very small mafia, and you decided to heed your friends warnings because of that.

-You do so successfully for a long time too. Other than the few previously stated interactions, Azul seems un-inclined to bother you, and you don’t want to catch his leering eyes.

-Little do you know, Azul has a much more watchful eye on you that you initially thought.

-Sure, you don’t have much to offer him magic wise, but you have ramshackle. Oh, how he wants ramshackle.

-You are key to obtaining it, he just… has to find something on you first.

-You’re so painfully average. Perhaps a little more pretty in the face than his other peers, but you sacrifice that with the atrociousness of your uniform. 

-Truly, nothing about you is different.

-He almost gives up until Grim delivers him an opportunity in a pretty little bow.

-You agree to his contract out of the goodness of your heart, just like he knew you would. So sweet and kind are you, to practically hand him the deed to ramshackle on a silver platter.

-He notices, however, that Jade grows a very… sudden fascination with you.

-Sure, he told both Jade and Floyd to keep and eye on you and keep you in like, but for Jade to be so interested… very odd.

-Then, shortly after, Floyd’s own interest is piqued. Alright… less odd than Jade, but to have both of their eyes on you must mean he’s missing something. (I know I previously said that Floyd found out after Azul, but I was stupid and wrong and you should never listen to me when I’m talking about Floyd).

-He tries to get it out of them by any means, Asking, blackmailing, manipulation. He really does try, but their lips are sealed tight.

-It frustrates him to no end that they know something he doesn’t, and that he can’t figure out this very big secret.

-It stumps him for so long, because he’s looking in all the wrong places for the answer.

-Meanwhile, you know that Jade and Floyd know and you are TERRIFIED waiting for Azul to use this against you.

-The suspense starts killing you and making you anxious enough that its affecting sleep, so you decide to bite the bullet and arrange a meeting with him.

-Azul is honestly delighted, because he was just going to outright force the truth from you at this point.

-“I’m glad you set up this meeting, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“I know… I’ve been pretty nervous about it since Jade and Floyd started pestering me.”

“Before I talk about what I want to, I’d like to hear what you have to say. I’m a good listener after all.”

“Too good, if you ask me. Uhm, anyway, so I know that Jade and Floyd to you that I’m a girl already, but I’m really hoping you would just leave me be. You owe me after all.”

“…You’re a girl?”

“Did they not tell you…?”

-what. What? WHAT?!?!?!

-How could he not tell, he feel so incredibly stupid. Its so obvious now that he thinks about it.

-No wonder Jade and Floyd wouldn’t stop teasing him about it.

-He agrees not to let the secret out — he DOES owe you his life, after all. This is a minor trade.

-However, he does not mentally recover from this revelation for a while.

-He doesn’t treat you very different, I suppose. He’s more gentlemanly with you, and is generally more friendly, but those things come from saving a persons life regardless.

-He is, surprisingly, willing to ensure your whole gender thing doesn’t get out so long as you work a few hours at the monster lounge.

-Probably the best at keeping it to himself and making sure it doesn’t get out. You wouldn’t expect any less with Azul, though.

Kalim

-You and Kalim don’t really have much of a chance to interact.

-He seems sweet enough, and you know he’s much kinder than the rest of the dorm leaders, but you don’t really have any reason to interact with him.

-Kalim also doesn’t think too much of you. 

-You caused a ruckus at the entrance ceremony, that’s for sure, but you kinda blend into the background.

-Besides he’s a party animal — constantly hosting these huge parties at his dorm just because he can.

-As someone trying to keep out of trouble and hide such a huge secret… yeah, parties aren’t exactly your forte.

-So, when you get roped in to coming to Scarabia over winter break, Kalim is pleasantly surprised!

-He’s always excited to make a new friend, and you’re pretty infamous around school, so he’s extra excited to get to know you.

-Kalim has no reason to question anything about you, like most other people would.

-However, he isn’t stupid. He has plenty of younger sisters, and he picks up on social queues better than you’d expect.

-He definitely suspects something is off, but he figures you would tell him if something was up. 

-You actually find him quite easy to be around. He’s someone who makes it easy to let your walls down and just relax with.

-Despite his sudden mood shifts, he always makes sure that you’re happy and healthy and doing the best you can be in your position.

-However, you run out of the magical potion that deepens your voice pretty quickly, and you have to go back to dramatically straining your voice.

-You sound sick, honestly, and it makes Kalim worry. 

-He figures that you’re forcing yourself to deepen your voice so you’re still perceived as a man.

-Instead of asking you directly, as Kalim does, he goes to Jamil.

-“Jamil…”

“What do you need, Kalim?”

“Don’t you think somethings… off with the prefect?”

“Off? What are you talking about, nothings off with them.”

“No, I mean… do you think they might be… a girl?”

“…Kalim, that’s very rude to say. You need to be more respectful.”

“…You’re right, I’m sorry. Could we get him something to soothe his voice though, it sounds rough.”

-Kalim is a lot more watchful of you after that. He just… knows something is wrong, but he doesn’t want to be rude.

-It’s actually you who comes to him when no one is around for help.

-“Kalim, uhm, I need your help.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“So, I’m pretty sure you know, but I’m not a guy… I’m a girl, and I really need help hiding it. The longer I’ve been here, the harder it’s been on me.”

-Sweetheart he is, he promises to both help you and keep your secret to himself — and he does both surprisingly well!

-He offers his private bathroom to you so you can shower in peace. 

-It’s honestly the best bath you’ve ever had with all his sweet smelling oils. Your skin feels so smooth and renewed.

-Still, even with this, you still don’t feel safe with anyone else — plus the fact that Kalim has random and horrifying mood shifts. You have to flee.

-And yet you still get dragged into more trouble with the octatrio. You still get exposed to the whole dorm by a crazed Jamil, and now have to deal with the horror that they’ll tell everyone.

-Kalim feels awful, and thus shows his forgiveness in the best way he can: giving gifts.

-You get tons of apology gifts from him in the coming months. Baskets of the best shower stuff you’ve ever had; a new, better fitted but still innocuous uniform; enough tuna to keep grim satisfied for years (and sweets that you happily keep to yourself).

-It’s so nice, but you start to feel bad. It feels like you’re taking advantage of his guilt, when you’re not really upset at anyone involved anymore.

-You’re welcome at Scarabia any time. None of his dorm members will ever cause you any trouble, and you can dress and act and sound however you want within Scarabia’s walls. 

Vil

-Miss beauty queen himself. We love Vil, we Stan Vil, we adore Vil… 

-Oh my god he’s a pain in the ass though, especially for you.

-He sees through you in an instant.

-Truly, Vil finds you to be more of a little pest than anything.

-You are constantly in trouble, you are magic less, and you decided to needlessly hide your gender.

-The last one is the worst offense in his eyes.

-Vil is someone who does not value gender, but expression. Your gender does not matter as much as your expression, therefore you hiding your expression irks him.

-He’s understanding enough in the fact that he knows you might be doing this to protect yourself, but he finds it stupid and useless, because you’re easy to see through.

-He avoids you, and you avoid him. Simple as that.

-Unfortunately for Vil, you’ve caught Rook’s eye, which means he must sit through many hours of Rook rambling on about his “findings” about you.

-When you tried out for the VDC, he was simply going to turn you and Grim away, but Rook convinced him to give you a chance.

-Rook wanted him to help your reveal your “inner beauty”, though Vil wasn’t sure if you had any of that.

-You wore baggy, horrifically ugly clothing up until winter break. Your hair was constantly a mess. Your skin was poorly taken care of, and the bags under your eyes were as dark as night.

-It almost made him feel bad for you… so despite his better judgement, he decided to invest time in you.

-Vil makes it very clear that he knows what your whole secret is.

-“I am aware of the fact that you are a woman, however, I will continue to use your preferred pronouns since it seems to bring you comfort.”

-He’s very insistent that you allow him to do your skincare AND your makeup whenever you give him the chance.

-Especially when he moves into ramshackle temporarily, he’s very insistent on maintaining your skincare routine.

-He essentially makes your entire nightly routine himself, and is right there over your shoulder making sure you do it right.

-Despite how overbearing it is, you actually make good friends with him through this.

-Being stuck alone in a room with no one but him to talk to forces you two to talk.

-You get to learn why he cares so much about appearances, and he gets to know why you hide to protect yourself.

-“It’s just… easier to pretend, because guys will bother me less that way.”

“I can’t understand why they would bother you. You’ve done nothing to them, so why would they want to do anything to you.”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know either. I just know it’s scary, and I don’t want to deal with it.”

-You move him, honestly. You’re strong even though you’re scared, and that’s beautiful. Thats what true beauty is.

-He helps you embrace your inner self and express that, while still helping you to hide your gender in a way that feels safe.

-You are always welcome at Pomefiore, and you can come to either him or Rook if you have any issues at all.

-It’s like having a big sister, almost.

Idia

-Idia has eyes everywhere.

-Every inch of that campus is (illegally) being monitored by his watchful eyes. 

-When he’s bored in class, he flicks through the cameras to amuse himself — maybe he’ll see someone slip and fall on their ass. That would be funny.

-He’s not really interested in you in particular.

-In fact, he’d like to keep a very far distance between the two of you.

-You’re… intimidating. You’ve fought some of the most powerful mages on campus and won.

-Total final boss energy, not something Idia is interested in being around.

-What he IS interested in is that wittle kitty you’ve got following you around.

-When he’s bored in class, he goes searching for Grim, and where Grim is you are sure to be.

-So, despite his aversion to you, he ends up spending a lot of time watching you.

-He starts to notice… things about you.

-He notices that you seem to put on a tough guy persona around… well… other guys in your class.

-When it’s just you and Grim though? You’re the softest softie he’s ever seen.

-It’s top tier cringe watching you try to being all macho, so he much prefers your more quiet and relaxed self you show in private.

-Seriously though, you’re a TOTALLY DIFFERENT PERSON when you’re alone with certain people.

-EVEN YOUR VOICE CHANGES!!!

-It’s so uber creepy, it’s like a jumpscare every time you drop that fake deep voice.

-If he’s being real, you’ve got a pretty voice. Honestly, you’re really pretty period. Too pretty to be a guy honestly.

-…

-….

-…..HOLY SHIT!!!

-He has to check your medical files to be sure — which he obviously has access to, thanks to having access to everything Ortho has access to.

-Blah blah blah allergies, blah blah blah horrific injuries from overblots, blah blah blah- AH HAH!

-Next to gender you are listed as… transgender man.

-He doesn’t wanna be that weird transphobic incel, but from what he’s seen? He highly doubts that.

-From what he’s seen in his (invasive) watching, you’re definitely doing the troupe of hiding your gender to better fit in.

-He feels like he’s in an anime or something.

-He doesn’t really want to bother you about it — but from watching you, you seem like someone he’d really enjoy being around.

-Ortho also insists that he’d get along with you very well!

-…It’s worth a shot right.

-He tries several times to “bump” into you, which always ends in him skittering away in fear.

-He psyches himself out every time. “They wouldn’t even wanna hang out with a loser like me.” “They’re way too cool for someone as lame as me.” 

-It’s not until you invite yourself to one of tabletop club’s meetings that he’s forced to interact with you.

-He’s really banking on the fact that you’ll be too busy talking with Azul to notice him, but then Azul leaves and its just you and him.

-Him and you…

-Both of you… in total and complete silence.

-…yep… 

-“Uhm, Idia…?”

“yES!?”

“I came here cause I wanted to talk to you, sorry for being so underhanded about it, I just couldn’t get you alone without you running off.”

“AH— I mean, ahem, okay. My bad.”

-You totally cornered him like an evil villain.

-All because you wanted to… be his friend?

-Is he dreaming, going insane perhaps, did HE get isekaied into an alternate universe where he was likable???

-Nope, Ortho just talks him up a lot, and you think his hair is cool. Huh. Kinda lame compared to what he was thinking.

-You guys talk a LOT after that. You exchange numbers and you text him about all sorts of stuff — and he’s actually interested in it!

-You learn that he’s been watching you and Grim for a long time, and while you scold him.

-You think it’s pretty funny that he’s embarrassed about his love for cute things.

-“If you’ve been keeping your eye on me for so long, you must’ve figured out that I’m a girl, right?”

“Yeah, you’re not great at hiding it. That macho guy act is suuuuper lame, you look like a noob lol.”

“Hey! I’m just copying what Deuce told me to do!”

-You guys don’t really see each other face to face very often, but like I said you text a lot.

-Sometimes he’ll text you shit like ‘I saw that, saved it for blackmail.’ After you biffed your shit on the pavement or something.

-When Idia gets more comfortable, you two spend hours on call whenever you get the chance.

-He lends you some of his precious manga, and even gives you an older TV he had laying around so you can watch stuff at ramshackle.

-Sometimes he invites you over to play video games with him and Ortho, and he gets all cocky and proud when you gush about how cool all his tech is.

-And, yeah, Idia definitely forms a little crush on you — but he would do that regardless of your gender. 

-He just likes you a lot, and you can feel safe on campus knowing he’s watching over you when you need it. (Mostly watching Grim, tbh.)

Malleus

-We know that Malleus enjoys… creeping outside of Ramshackle.

-He spends quite a lot of time on your front lawn, therefore, he’s usually in proximity of you.

-However, he is very intimidating!

-As a young woman in a magical world that you are not from, a very tall man with horns is the exact opposite of what you want to be around.

-Besides, you’ve heard the rumors about him — how powerful he is, and how scary he is.

-Malleus, on the other hand, is admittedly curious about you.

-He finds humans in their own right incredibly interesting, but you are not just a regular human.

-You are a human who has no magic and is from another world entirely. 

-You are something he has never once seen in his whole life, so excuse his childish curiosity.

-Still, you’re sort of cleverly avoiding him at every chance you get, and he just can’t quite find the time to talk to you.

-Until one night, you come back rather late and you find him in your yard… again.

-You send Grim in by himself and decide to confront him by yourself, because you are tired of being afraid to fall asleep at night.

-“Hey, you, could you maybe not stare at my house in the middle of the night!”

-Oh. You are quite feisty, and very bold to approach Malleus Draconia with such an aggressive tone.

-“I’m unsure what you mean, I’m simply admiring the architecture.”

“I don’t care WHAT you’re doing, you’re freaking me out! I know you’re supposedly some big scary monster guy, but I need you to STOP being weird outside my house.”

“…My apologies…”

-Malleus is pleasantly surprised at your spunk — he’s never been spoken to like that, he’s excited by it.

-After you yell at him, you let him explain himself, and you realize he is just… really, really bad at socializing.

-He wasn’t watching you, he just really enjoys silence and ramshackle is the quietest place on campus — even with you living in it.

-So, you give him the benefit of the doubt, because he really does just seem like he’s lost on everything around him 90% of the time.

-You don’t hang out with him during the day, but if you happen to see him on your lawn (as he usually is), you go out and hang out with him for a while.

-It makes Malleus happy, because you treat him like a friend. You give him cute nicknames, and you invite him inside for snacks, and you go out of your way to say hello to him when you pass him in the halls.

-He also gets to know more about you, and his curiosities about you and your world get quelled.

-He doesn’t really question anything about you, especially not your gender.

-Gender is hardly important for fae, and you seem confident in your expression, so he has no reason to wonder. Besides, there are far more thrilling things about you than your sex.

-So, you and Malleus start to grow close. So close, in fact, that you can confidently say that he’s one of your closest friends.

-At this point, almost everyone who you want to know about your gender knows. Everyone but Malleus.

-Initially you kept it a secret because you didn’t know how good he was at not talking, but now…

-Now, well, you don’t really have a reason.

-People usually question you at this point, or at least seem suspicious, but Malleus?

-Malleus shows not a hint that he thinks something is up. It’s odd to you, isn’t he supposed to be super smart or something. Maybe he’s just too respectful.

-Regardless, you decided to talk to him about it the next time you see him staring at the gargoyles around campus.

-“Hey Tsunotaro, what’re you up to?”

“Just admiring these gargoyles here, aren’t they fascinating? They were the first few installed in the school, if my memory serves me correctly.”

“They are very cool, but could I ask you something not gargoyle related?”

“What is it, child of man?”

“You know that I’m, uhm, a girl right?”

“Oh. I did not know that, how interesting.”

-He doesn’t understand why you would hide that, but it doesn’t really perturb him that much.

-The most you got was an eyebrow raise, and then he was back to his gargoyles.

-You were pretty satisfied with that, so you figured he wouldn’t tell anyone… and then you hear him loudly talking about it with his friends in Diasomania.

-Sigh… he means well, but he just doesn’t get the social stuff.

-You’re not mad, because pretty much everyone knows at this point, but it still sucks that he’s such a loudmouth.

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You Are My Sunshine, My Only Moonshine - Chapter 10

RotTMNT x Reader

Donnie and juice, just the perfect sort of parallel for this week's chapter art by @birdsnout

Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Michelangelo (TMNT)/Reader, Michelangelo (TMNT)/You, Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Donatello (TMNT)/You

Warnings: POV Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader, Anxious Reader, Introverted Reader, Stuttering, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Romance, Love, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Unrequited Love, Rejection, Aromantic Asexual Michelangelo (TMNT), Bisexual Donatello (TMNT), Pansexual Leonardo (TMNT), Lesbian Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit, Demisexual April O'Neil (TMNT), Implied Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit/April O'Neil/Sunita, Endgame Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Romantic Love, Platonic Love, Panic Attacks, Sexuality Crisis, Agoraphobia, Social Anxiety, Happy Ending, Fluff

Synopsis:  You’ve lost most of your life to anxiety and fear. Now, in your late 20s, you are desperate to reclaim it and during one such outing you encounter the sun personified. With his and his similarly celestially inspired family, will you finally reach your goal or will you lose yourself along the way?

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Donnie liked things in order.

Which was to say it didn’t have to be a specific one.

In his lab, his brother’s would often complain of the mess.

It made sense to him.

He knew exactly where his next blueprints were and that he had yet to put that lone 17/64 in. drill bit that had rolled under the cabinet beside his desk back in its pack.

That was the nature of the universe. 

It was both a state of chaos, but also one of order. 

It was a scientific debate. 

Physics was orderly and seemed to be the same everywhere one looked.

Thermodynamics, alternatively, always snuck in a bit of entropy.

There was measure in that too.

The measure of uncertainty.

As Donnie stared at the chilled set of juice boxes he had removed from the fridge, he wished his life was as cleanly packaged.

What was he doing?

Well for one, he was hunched. 

His back pinched and his hands were on the counter with his digits spread out wide. 

He was currently staring at a set of unopened beverages and very much wanted to drink one.

It was his whole reason for finally reentering the house after a dreadful night of attempting to sleep outside before going to bunk in the tank.

He’d bought a cabin for the family.

If his father continued to insist on a nature reprieve then they could at least rough it in a consistent manner.

They never cared. 

They hadn’t even thanked him. 

They made jokes. 

He was ridiculed for drinking delicious apple concentrate.

So what if he was almost 30?

These came in a convenient form factor, had an adequate amount, and were tasty.

Simple, they were so simple.

You were simple too once.

You made sense as a villain, and then you made sense as a scaredy cat.

The second part didn’t make as much sense to him personally, but it still stood as a sort of fact.

He chocked that up to entropy.

Whatever your reason was for putting up your fearful front was yours and not his.

What was his was Michelangelo.

His dearest baby brother.

Everyone’s favorite brother.

Minus, Mikey, of course.

They knew their rankings. It was obvious who the clear winner was. Despite his failings, Mikey was infectious. He was the heart of their group of Planeteers. As asinine as the show was and with how very little sense it made, in this case it fit. Reaching out, Donnie picked at the outer plastic that kept the many juice boxes together. A malformed plastic corner marked where the factory had mistakenly melted that outer layer a little too thickly. Their failure would be his gain as it was the perfect flap in which to tear the wrapping off.

He needed to do that.

He needed to shed this damn outer layer.

That’s what it was.

He had on a happenstance coating that kept him away from sweet nectar.

His developing crush on you.

No, he refused to call it that.

This was why he deemed it a development.

What grounds did he have?

First, he sent you to a veritable breakdown.

He had yet to mention that part to anyone else in the family and that alone was tearing him apart.

At the same time, he had no idea how to explain that he had been unusually attentive and had held a stranger close as they sobbed. 

More than once. 

A little shiver ran up his spine at the thought. That wasn’t him. He wasn’t so cool or aloof. He’d pretended to be when he was younger; when he thought those sorts of attitudes were appealing. It had all been so silly. Having only punctured the tightly packed rectangle, Donnie left the juice to make a fist on the counter.

He’d offered himself to you as the second best option.

Had that been his first failing?

Since when did he think so little of himself?

He held his own high praises in reality. He’d accepted things that others thought he shouldn’t and acknowledged others that were mutually agreed upon that he should. That was the sway of consciousness. Being aware meant having choice. Having choice meant choosing. Not choosing was a choice and he preferred to make them. There was science in that.

Reactions, equal or opposite, were those to be studied.

Was that why he watched you?

He’d long labeled the activity as his usual wariness of strangers in the lair, but he also had a propensity for deciding things without giving them enough thought.

That was his third law’s failing.

He rushed and would be forced to change his mind.

He disliked that much more than disorder.

It ranked somewhere just below pineapple on pizza.

Not that his list was exact.

Those rankings changed by nearly the second.

A jockeying scoreboard based solely on his preference.

You ranked too highly on that one.

No. 

He gave his fist a soundless bang.

You weren’t allowed on the scoreboard of things he liked.

It no longer made sense for you to be on the one he disliked.

You had to go into the neutral category.

That one was a no man’s land where he didn’t bother ranking and shoved everything he felt ambivalently about.

He didn’t care about your doe eyes.

He didn’t care about the sharp tongue that you tried to hide.

He didn’t care that he had the privilege more often than not of being the one that you didn’t stutter in front of.

He wasn’t counting.

What was there to tally?

How he’d saved you twice since?

What was that for interactions?

If anything you were some damsel in a story and happily ever after was something cowardly writers never bothered to write.

Because they couldn’t.

Because it was obvious that one only liked the other for surface level reasons.

There was no basis.

They had no real relationships.

There was trauma bonding at best.

Love stories were made by quick decisions, to see quick outcomes.

Thoughtless.

That was what he was in this regard.

That was what he’d grown to understand about emotions.

He couldn’t avoid them.

Frustratingly, he felt them too strongly for that.

They took too much time.

His low empathy regarded his tolerance for other’s feelings.

Sudden emotions were baseless.

Snap decisions were made without reason.

People needed time and awareness to make good judgment.

The heart was to emotion as the brain was to logic.

Reason was required.

If society ran on impulse desire alone then it would have been left in ruin.

The fact that many civilizations’ collapses could be traced back to inane emotional drivel proved his point.

You were some quick hit of dopamine.

You were something new and interesting for his brain to work out as you’d inadvertently tricked him.

You’d snuck your way onto his radar.

He rarely even noticed his other brothers’ fancies before you.

This time he banged both his fists.

Each turtle was different.

Not just in species, but in the sense that they were different people.

All four of them had grown up the same, but perfectly different.

Not once in their entire lives had any of their romantic interests overlapped.

They fought over more coveted items.

They squabbled for seats to their favorite movies or who actually had the rights to the video game consoles.

Those were solved with contracts.

Bargains.

They were inanimate objects to be traded.

Not people.

There had never been secret heartbreak.

No one had a crush on their brother’s crush.

It wasn’t a crush.

It was a spike in Donnie’s heart rate based on stupid chemicals that didn’t know the reality.

He refused to be the one to break a good streak.

Especially when you were Mikey’s first.

In a swipe, Donnie tore the plastic straight down the middle of the packaging. Cleanly separating eight juice boxes into two rows of four, he quieted his mind by plucking cartons out one by one. Setting them back into their tight formation, he tossed the excess trash. He then took the rapidly warming containers and placed them back in their tidy line in the fridge minus a single soldier. That one he stabbed mercilessly but cleanly with its accompanying straw.

He needed to pick back up that eco-friendly packaging design he’d been toying with for these.

Less nonsensical plastic.

Lifting the box up, he got the straw between his lips and sucked.

There it was.

That familiar feeling.

That rush of good chemicals.

It was the same as drinking juice.

Yes, that was what it was.

Nothing but a little treat that some would say was a crutch.

He could quit it if he wanted.

He could pick and choose his vices.

That was his.

His mind a sort of clear in a cluttered way, he released the box and held it up with the straw between his lips. It freed his hands up to check the closest drawers for paper. He wanted to get that package design down before the next genius idea flittered through his head.

You chose just then to appear on the other side of the counter.

Maybe he could go back to classifying you as evil.

You made eye contact and your shoulders came up for a tentative greeting. 

Donnie didn’t appear to be a morning person. 

You had heard the crinkling of plastic from the top of the stairs and thought it would be alright to come down even if the option terrified you. Though last night you had a clear preference, right now you weren’t sure which brother you wanted to run into. It felt like years had gone by since you chased a man made of sunshine. In your quest to live your life, defeat your fear, and finally be a person, you had somehow regressed on all fronts in a single night.

You had run away.

You had kicked your best friend in the face.

You had been reduced to nothing.

All because you couldn’t handle the change in a status quo that only you decided existed.  

Because you were so obsessively focused on getting through any single day.

Because you couldn’t look outside of yourself for one minute to see how you were impacting others.

Because everything you did was through the most frustrating self-absorbed lens imaginable.

You needed to talk to Mikey.

You needed to figure out what happened and not what you assume occurred.

After your little dream which you now deemed a nightmare, you had avoided sleep.

You had spent hours pouring over the events at the lake.

You’d come to realize a few things.

The first being that Mikey had no way of knowing how insecure you had felt.

You had given over to one split second reaction after another.

You had fumbled everything, but even knowing that and having all the time in the world to prepare, you still dreaded the conversation.

You knew the steps all too well. You would start with the awkward titter and dance where neither of you knew who should lead. You would talk over each other by mistake and then flounce with apologies until you were stuck in misery. It’d be followed by one of you, Mikey obviously, going first. He would try and take all blame to make everything better when in reality you were the one at fault. He had said he wanted to test the waters. He had said this was new to him. He told you to tell him if he made you uncomfortable.

That he’d stop.

Immediately. 

Instead you kicked him in the face and threw a tantrum the likes of which caused you to desecrate someone else’s home while making its tenants sleep outside. That was three scoops of your shit sundae which you topped off with whipped cream in the form of you sobbing pathetically into your friend’s older brother. A toss of sprinkles came as you’d then forced that same man to clean up after you. You then dotted your creation with the most infuriating cherry of all: you were clearly developing a crush on Donatello.

Why Donnie?

Why the one who didn’t like you?

Why the one who had been so cruel to you from the get go?

The most perfect man in the world already liked you and you turned to his closest, least interested companion and said ‘this one.’ 

You damned masochist.

You tainted everything you touched.

You hated it.

You despised yourself.

You also felt immense joy at the sight of Donnie’s face. 

Even while he looked at you like you had walked in and disturbed his meticulous work. 

You were the worst.

You had to beat these feelings back.

It couldn’t be more.

Even if you were to somehow set aside Mikey’s feelings, it seemed patently absurd to have a crush on a friend’s sibling. So many movies touched on it and every time the person in question had been some creeper.

You were the creeper.

It was only a dream.

Dreams didn’t depict what you really wanted.

Dreams were random.

Donnie was a source of comfort because he’d saved you.

You were vulnerable and your mind had filled a void.

Donnie looked adorable with that juice box dangling from his lips.

Adorable?

You wanted to sob.

By all accounts, he was a groggy mess.

The dark circles under his eyes punctured straight through his mask and his posture read a certain menace. Head tipped down, his eyes turned up against stooped lids where he was just a shy step beyond glaring. One tweak of his eyebrows and he’d hold fury, but it was all contrasted by a pop of purple color with bright red apples on it. Smearing any semblance of intimidation coming off him, the casual nature of the juice box made him seem like a guy who just wanted a little treat after a hard toil.

He straightened and looked down his beak at you. “Tell me it was worth it.”

Your expression withered. 

He was understandably upset with you.

“What… happened?”

“What didn’t?” He sneered openly and plucked the juice from his mouth. “Let’s begin: There were only porch chairs to sleep on! Mikey tossed and turned in an emergency blanket because, for some reason, he thought he might freeze even though the temperature is nowhere near uncomfortable! There were bugs! I was then banished to the tank only to find my secret cot there in ruins! I suspect Leo, but the reinforced interior meant I couldn’t access the cabin’s Wi-Fi to review my security footage!”

You imagined the only good left in these woods was you could bury your own body and no one would presumably find you. “Donnie… I’m s-so sorry… this is all-!”

“Tell me.”

You blinked out of your misery for shock.

“It was worth it!” He outright bellowed with a twitching eye.

“It…”

Lie.

You needed to lie.

Lie and not tell him you were up all night because you were afraid to dream about him a second time.

“It was…”

He gave an impatient hum.

You brought your head down. “I f-felt secure, but I couldn’t sleep. Too much happened…”

The tense moment of silence seemed to build until your gaze bottomed out on the floor.

Donnie then gave a heady sigh.

“Well…”

“Thank… I mean, thank you…”

“For what?”

You heard a sound and snuck a glance to find he’d folded his arms on the counter. “For… protecting me… for… ugh… I cried on you again…I….”  You whipped your head back and forth, frustrated with yourself. “No! I’m… I’m… tired of this! This is the third time. I keep… I hate it. I hate that I keep doing this to you. You said not to make you a third wheel and a-all I wanted was to make sure that was true. Then I went and made you something worse! You had to deal with both me and Mikey and… it’s me. I hate that I can’t keep it in. Even now…” You rubbed at your cheek hoping to shut down your scorched sinuses. “It’s… I don’t know… It feels easy to dump my bad emotions on you because I feel like you understand?”

You could feel him staring.

“Why would you…?” You gestured down yourself with a bitter hand. “… understand this? Why? We’re nothing alike and it’s unfair of me to think we are. I can’t seem to stop taking advantage of your kindness...”

“Your thought processes are boring.”

Your gaze snapped to his.

His lids were lulled.

You could only pop an incensed plosive.

The corner of his lip quirked. “How do you feel now?”

“A-annoyed?!”

He blossomed into a smirk. “This is why I don’t believe you.”

“Believe what?”

“That you’re actually scared.” He rounded the counter.

“I am! You have no idea-!”

“I don’t.” He approached and used his juice box to point at you. “You just said that. You don’t know me and I don’t know you well enough at all, but I know when to throw out a grounding technique so it will be successful.”

“Grounding…?” You trailed off.

“It’s as if your mind gets stuck.” He pointed one digit and curled the others like a gun to his temple. “Spiraling. Catastrophizing. Doomsaying. What have you. However, if something unexpected is said, it interrupts the feedback loop.”

You shirked the information and looked off to the side.

“Maybe your baseline is shy. Maybe you’ve been rightfully wounded. Maybe you have a minute social battery. Maybe you have anxiety disorder. On and on, but from what I’ve seen…” He slid an arm along the counter to tip his body and try to catch a glimpse of your face.

You shared a small portion.

“I’ve seen you fight back. I’ve seen you furious when you’ve been wronged. I’ve heard you blurt out raw thought. It’s hard not to imagine that’s you.” His face then contorted with disgust and he rose up with you chasing after. “This is where Leo would say something overt like ‘you’re a fighter, champ.’”

“I doubt he’d call me ‘champ.’”

“True, it will be something equally old man worthy. Count your days.” Donnie rolled his eyes.

“Why… do you keep helping me? Aren’t I… a-annoying?”

“Incredibly. You’re disruptive and you’ve upturned my peaceful life!” Donnie threw a hand up in Shakespearean dismay.

You watched on with wide eyes.

He held the pose for several seconds before a smarmy smile turned on you.

“Was that another grounding!?”

“No.” He chuckled.

“Wha-?! Hey!”

“Sometimes a sentence needs a little pizazz. I appreciate theatrics.” With a slow blink, he tipped his head as if it couldn’t be helped. “If I must be serious then I will clarify that I don’t mind. So is the life of a hero!” 

You made a noise that was sadder than you hoped. “Because heroes help anyone…”

He cracked one eye open in your periphery before shifting to fully gawk. “That’s not-”

You turned to look, hoping you masked the hurt.

That was the truth.

You weren’t special.

You were nothing to Donnie but another soul to be saved.

He did what he did because he had to.

It was good to hear.

It was grounding.

“That’s not exactly…” Donnie looked at his juice, but said nothing more.

You filled the space so he wouldn’t have to feel bad. “Where’s Mikey?”

Donnie gave a full body twitch. 

You held firm in your question. 

His gaze shifted through a few things before he neutralized them all and gestured to the right of the door. “Around the side.” 

“Think he’s ready for me?”

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah… I’m… I’m ready to apologize.”

“You!?” His head shot high.

You nodded.

“Don’t.” His teeth flashed with severity. 

“Why?” You felt confident in this. “I overreacted.”

“He should pay better attention to his friends!” 

You thought with a purse of your lips. “Does he do this to you? Miss things? With his family… I mean.”

Donnie made a disgruntled sound at having to switch thoughts so rapidly. “It… depends. He is oft for distraction, but when he is focused; it’s impenetrable. Not even pest control can save you. He’s in the walls!”

You gave a puff of amusement. “That sounds about right.” 

There was another moment of silence, but this time it had a standoff quality. 

You needed to do this. 

Donnie hadn’t tried to dissuade that. 

He was focused on who was to blame. 

Your gaze didn’t falter this time so he was the one to relent. “Go then, if you’re so sure. Patch things up, but at least let him have it a little? For me? Consider it your pittance and because I’m tired of being the only one that seems to think he can do wrong!”

You pouted your displeasure, but considered the thought aloud. “A little…” 

One of his brows rose, proud. 

You turned away from it with warmed cheeks. “Maybe! No promises…!” 

You heard him chuff. 

“Thanks, Donnie.”

He shooed you from the kitchen and as you were headed for the door you ruminated on one last thing: 

You had ruined a lumberjack’s breakfast.

If that was on Mikey’s mind he may have cared. 

Instead, he’d been stewing for hours and only stopped when heard the door open and shut. 

He could tell it was you.

It was in the little pause between hinge swings where you tried to catch the door before it slammed shut. You tried to minimize that presence of yours. He never understood why. That and Donnie always let the thing bang loudly since he vowed not to fix it after Raph broke the stopping mechanism three times in a row. The oldest brother had called it a penchant for closing doors with purpose. It had cracked Mikey up, but that wasn’t what he was supposed to focus on now.

Now was time for apologies.

Not that you should let him.

How did he even begin to explain the weird rush he’d felt?

He had to.

He knew that much.

He had seen you take it the wrong way.

That didn’t matter though because he deserved the night outside for what he’d done.

If the roles had somehow been reversed, he would have totally freaked out the same way as you had.

Spasming and kicking were classic escape techniques.

A bad guy can’t hold you down if you’re all over the place.

That was also the reason for zigzagging.

Wait, was that right?

Focus.

He turned his head in time to find you had arrived.

He’d been thinking about this for hours and he knew exactly how he was going to start. 

“You ever try to zag on ‘em?!” While the words exited his mouth, his brain screamed at the folly.

Thankfully, you’d frozen on contact with the strange question.

“That was not what I meant to say!” Mikey stared with painfully wide eyes that begged you to understand. 

You folded slightly and a hand came up.

He messed up.

He messed up so bad.

Crushes were dumb.

They made you infinitely more stupid.

That raised hand of yours became a fist. 

It met your lips. 

You used it as cover to giggle behind.

Literal song birds could have flown out of the nest of Mikey’s hair.

That was what it felt like.

“W-what does that e-even mean?” You tittered and moved to his side.

Mikey could feel his face go ooey gooey and he tried to cover it by making a chopping motion with his arms. “Zag like zigzag. They think you go one way-!”.

You gave a weak mime the other direction. “And you go a-another?”

Mikey’s smile split his face. “Good morning, Y/N.”

“Morning… Is this…?” You gestured to the chair next to his where Donnie had tried to sleep the night prior.

Where had Donnie gone?

Mikey had woken up alone. 

“Please.” Mikey reclined, cross legged.

You took your seat politely on the edge. “I heard sleeping out here was tough… I’m… I’m sorry…”

“No!” Mikey yelled a little too loud and pushed down on his knees to keep himself in place. “I slept like a baby! I was worried I’d be cold, but I conked out. I’ve always been like that. Just hit the pillow and poof! Light’s out!”

You nodded, sort of intrigued.

Sighing with the knowledge that he couldn’t pursue this light hearted conversation, he collapsed into his seat. “Yesterday.”

You bobbed to attention, ready to speak.

“Can I go first?” He tilted his head at your adorable eagerness.

Something passed over your features that looked like surprise, but also relief.

He liked the way you mixed seemingly unrelated emotions. “Yesterday.” He repeated and added a haunt to his expression. “So that must have been… confusing.”

You shuffled as if ready to flee.

A little rabbit.

He shook his head clear of that prey drive of his. “I told myself I’d start by saying you did nothing wrong.”

“That’s n-not-!”

“It’s true.” He turned openly and knew he would have to interrupt. “You didn’t. Your instinct was good and that’s good! Protect yourself! I want you to! That’s what we agreed on! I totally deserve a swift kick now and again.” He unfolded his legs just to demonstrate.

“But after… That… wasn’t…?”

“Wasn’t… how you should react? How should you?”

Taken aback, you thought it over by tracing the wooden armrest of your chair.

He wondered if you could tell he carved them.

“This is uncharted territory for both of us, I think.” He continued on, hoping to embellish your thoughts. “Like what are we even doing? We’re probably doing something no one has ever done before!”

“I don’t know about that…” You returned with a soft expression.

That fit you best.

That kind warmth to your eyes.

It was something he wanted to dip a paintbrush in and that gave him the perfect metaphor. “I had to think long and hard about what actually happened…”

“Don… Um, Donnie told me you weren’t ready to talk… last night…”

“Oh, you got my message. Yeah…” Mikey tipped and his chair creaked. “I was a mess, but not like you. Don complained and complained about the water you trailed inside and how it was going to seep and puff up the hardwood or something, but it’s sealed so like, what’s his problem!?”

Predictably, you went rigid with fear.

You very much disliked damaging places that weren’t your own. 

He liked the way you floundered when you did. 

Stupid predator thoughts.

If only he had time to tease you. 

“I came at it from all the angles like you’re supposed to with a sculpture.” Mikey mimed a looking glass. “See what’s in the stone or clay or whatever.”

“Inside…?”

“Yeah!” Mikey spun in his seat. “You can try to force the art, but it won’t art. Let it reveal itself and that’s when it gets good.”

“Oh…”

“That’s you.”

Your lips parted with a question, but you closed them as you tried to parse out which part.

He waited to see what you’d come up with.

“A… a… lump of… something t-to be molded?” You earnestly looked to him.

You were the cutest. “You’re the art.”

“I’m…?” Your head reared back in confusion.

“That’s not exactly what I thought in the moment because my thoughts are… you know… but it’s what I meant to think.” Mikey turned and searched the woods for that intangible feeling. “Looking at you, where the water dripped down your skin, the way your spine curved, and the weight of your limbs. Your skin stretched. The fabric bunched.” He rounded his hands around some invincible piece. “You were stunning… A work of art. The golden rule personified. The most beautiful landscape a painter can never in a million strokes ever dream to capture!”

Your arms blocked off your torso in a layer of protection.

That made a sad sense.

“Y-you… you… you… well… you b-blushed…?” You looked at him, nervous flush darkening your cheeks.

“I’m gonna own how corny this is because it’s super accurate: it was cupid’s arrow.”

You exploded with new shades that he wished he could wick off your skin with a swipe of bristles.

“Seriously.” He swept a hand against his knotted locks. “I think I’ve only felt something close to that like one time! It was the first time I got into Frick! Or… was it the Guggenheim…? Whatever, the first time I got to see a real painting up close. To see the brush strokes. The artistry. The masters! It felt like my face was on fire! It was pure unadulterated excitement!” His eyes raised with towering canvases. “It wasn’t life changing; it was life affirming.”

“B-but… m-me…?”

“Just like you.” He tipped his head to watch you comfortably.

You stewed with the weight of his statement.

“I’m sorry if it seemed like something else. I totally get how. I mean even I kind of thought that was the case, but when I examined what happened, it was all kneejerk. Also I’m… I’m kind of sad it wasn’t? Well not sad…” He blew a bit of a raspberry. “I don’t want to feel that way and I don’t, which is good, but it’s also…?”

“It’s o-one of those… t-things you wished… you could?”

“Yeah, but it’s a dumb one like when they give you a piece of furniture to build and add those extra pieces that aren’t listed in the instructions.”

You gave an unsure smile at his comparison. 

“Your body wasn’t provocative to me in the way most people think. For me, you were provocative to the mind! Stimulating my artistic senses and making all my brain juice’s explode!” Mikey pointed at his head from different angles and crossed his eyes.

You giggled.

“There, how’s that? I think that’s all me. If it makes sense! Wanna go?” Mikey offered a hand to pass the conversation.

You folded your legs together and tapped your knees. “You took my blame away…”

“Huh?”

“I was going to take full blame. I r-ruined everything like I… always…” You slowed, a heavy sorrow on your eyes.

His chest sank with it.

“I couldn’t face you. I hid. I made Donnie do all that work…”

“Dee woulda done that anyway. I was definitely gonna track water all over the place.”

You gave him a smile despite everything else swirling on your face.

“A shower sounds real good though…” Mikey felt his eyes drift.

You bobbed. “I-I’ll l-let y-you go-!”

He waved his hands. “I’m just saying to remind myself! Shower then breakfast because I also want to hit that griddle so hard. Now that’s provocative! Pancakes!!”

“A-art!” You tried to join his enthusiasm. 

“Hey-o!” He raised the roof. “Sorry, you were feeling bad. Wanna talk about that?”

“Uh… s-sure… I was… I wasn’t until I was… That swimsuit…” You squirmed with what was almost a shiver. “I was really uncomfortable in it. H-hearing you like it… I… It doesn’t c-change my mind, but… I’m glad… in a way that i-it wasn’t what I thought… It should be nice that you think of me that w-way, but also it’s… I… It d-doesn’t make me feel better a-about it…”

“Did it not fit?”

“No… It did…”

“Was the cut weird?”

“No, that’s not…”

“I had a pair of trunks once that would ride up which is like, hello! There’s a shell there! How’s it getting past that?!”

“Mikey…”

“Yeah, huh?”

“W-wearing it made me feel uncomfortable.”

He stared back.

That felt important.

He should put a pin in that.

A stressor on top of repetition was an obvious cry for his attention. “You… It made you feel bad?”

You gave a single tight nod.

He had to hold himself back from a protesting rant.

That was absurd and he’d heard and seen pretty much every crazy thing there was to see.

Nothing surprised him anymore.

Then say, surprise parties, but that was because his brother’s always topped themselves.

“I…”

His mind cleared as he snapped to you and your quiet voice.

“I… felt… provocative… the bad one… The one... t-that you think is… unnecessary…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“Then you saw me see you and you thought…” Mikey crossed his fingers while drawing lines. “Eugh… That’s bad.”

“I’m sorry…”

“You shouldn’t have to say that. I’m the one that’s sorry…”

You shook your head, eyes down. “L-like I said… It should be nice… I just can’t…”

“Accept.” He spoke. “Not how I feel about the swimsuit.” 

You gave another sharp nod as if it hurt you.

He wished he could take that away.

“Well…” Mikey sighed, the air feeling a little too heavy. “I mean that’s not… new. You already don’t accept me.”

“Mikey!”

“Right, right. You don’t accept my feelings! I gotta specify!” He chirped. 

You wound with dismay. 

“It’s true!” He rolled in his seat and it rocked with his weight. “Which is still fine, by the way! I feel the same and I think I unlocked a new piece even if I’m still not totally sure how it goes into the puzzle.”

You made an unsure sound.

“I’m just spitballing. You can have those without understanding ‘em. They’ll make sense eventually.” He eyed you hoping it didn’t apply much pressure. “Are we… still good?” 

“You… you still want to…?” You looked around for an out, but there was none among the wilds. You returned with what he liked to imagine was a wiggle of your nose. “... b-be friends with m-me… d-do this…?”

“Of course, silly.” He smiled easily. “There was never a doubt.”

He watched one layer of anxiety fall off of you only to reveal the next.

That was about your limit for these things. “You hungry?”

“W-we missed breakfast because of me…” You stuttered out. 

Mikey chuffed so hard he almost wished he had a noisemaker to go with it. “Doubt it. Don mighta made something in the meantime. Oh! Maybe he baked something! He’s really good at baking, but he whines too much. I can hear him now! ‘Mikey, the humidity of the trees is affecting my rise time!’ But don’t let that fool you! He’s got nothing on this chef! If we’re eating good; it’s gonna be cause of me!” He threw a triumphant thumb into his figure.

“O-oh…” You looked confused.

You needed time. “I’ll go… shower! Yeah!!” He grinned proud for his memory. “And you chill out here or in there or wherever. I’ll cook, you clean. You do the dishes! How’s that for mutual punishment? Win-win!”

“N-no breakfast pizza…” You looked relieved enough that he could tell you were making a joke.

Mikey threw himself to his feet and tilted a smarmy smile your way. “I don’t know! I think those old axe wielders would totally crush a forest with Mike’s supreme lumberjack breakfast bake ‘za! Think of the complex carbs that’ll fuel a working man’s hard day!!”

You giggled that bird song.

“Nah, I’m making pancakes and no axe murderer will stop me!” He lifted his foot as high as it would go before taking a step.

“W-when did t-they become-!?” You pivoted to track his movement.

“Who’s to say!?” He cheered and ran in time with the rapid pace of his heart.

Listening long after the door had clattered closed, you eventually sank back into your chair. The woods were a lovely backdrop no matter how you felt. At an odd peace even though it didn’t quite feel like everything had been dealt with, you watched a bird preen itself on a nearby tree. Twitching to check its surroundings between each flick of its head, it then ruffled its feathers for a job well done and flew off to some unseen task.

You figure it was probably food which is what finally got you up and headed back inside. You quickly found a sort of pandemonium where Donnie was stone-faced catching enormous flapjacks being tossed through the air. Some sort of ancient game, Mikey threw more and more as Donnie moved on near muscle memory to catch them. Creating a stack that was unnecessarily tall and probably crushing at least the bottom twelve discs to pulp, you waited by the door until Mikey spun with his still damp hair dancing tendrils around him.

“Perfect timing!” He shined all too bright with the only crack as a gap in his teeth.

You were soon stuffing yourself to the brim which should have led to comatose except Donnie demanded a nature hike. The product of some agreement between him and Mikey, you were left staring vacantly as the brothers prepared to go. Mikey mentioned this was related to more mutual punishment so you were excused, but he also appeared to have suffered the same overeating fate that you were. Moving on camaraderie alone, you hobbled together with Mikey as Donnie, who had eaten nearly as many pancakes as his brother, seemed completely unperturbed.

On the trail, Donnie spouted fact after fact and staunchly only called things by their scientific names. The food coma lent a period where you excused the stubborn act because you were only half listening, but as more steps aided in your digestion, it became annoying since you had no idea what he was talking about. His facts sounded interesting and you began to feel like you were missing out. When you checked in with Mikey to see how he was fairing, you found a similar irritated look on his face. You both then shared a wry smile before Mikey stood taller and began loudly commenting about purposefully incorrect flora and fauna to spite his brother.

“Polemonium vanbruntiae is a perennial herb that grows erect from a horizontal rhizome.”

“Dang, Y/N. Can you believe earth worms can grow straight up from the ground like that?” Mikey gleamed at you. 

“Oh, I’m hearing you want facts about Lumbricus terrestris! Very well!!” Donnie’s voice was getting bitterer by the second. 

The two bickered an affectionate back and forth. All clear jest, you couldn’t help but also notice the natural flow there. Mikey said something about a B-team reunion as tours guides and from context it seemed like the pair were considered the backup team to Leo and Raph. With Mikey’s mighty mysticism alone that seemed like an impossibility. You couldn’t picture your friend waiting in the wings and Mikey caught wind of your surprise. He explained they weren’t always the mystical warriors you saw today and you had a difficult time trying to picture what they were like when they were young. Mikey moved to sharing training mishap memories and you were left wondering what kind of power Donnie had.

Donnie without mystic magic was horrifying enough.

If someone told you he was the strongest, you might believe them. 

You still believed as much about Mikey. 

You were sure there were all sorts of dynamics between the brothers, but these two in particular had a special relationship. Trailing behind to observe some vines that Donnie had pointed out, it only further cemented your decision: Your supposed crush was nothing more than a ridiculous dream.

You were meant to stand on your own. Mikey was your guiding light from the sun. You didn’t betray that sort of help by trying to sneak away to have a tryst with the moon. The two had a familiarity that you could never threaten. Not that you considered yourself capable of such a thing in the first place. The moon didn’t feel anything special for you.

He only sought to right.

To illuminate injustice.

You fancied him as he was.

You respected that he was an ominous source of good. You would pocket all other feelings. The only emotion you would tend to was the one that cared for Donnie’s kindness. You would let that one blossom in your heart.

The good one.

It was one based on support that you hoped to repay. You could aid him and that was a pure feeling. That one wouldn’t get in the way.

Assistance.

You could do the same for Mikey.

A decision you were sure to agonize over later, in this moment, staring at a green vine, you saw tenacity. Donnie had said this otherwise spindly plant had the strength to clutch onto tree limbs throughout the harshest winters. It formed a symbiotic relationship with the tree once it matured.

That could be you.

You could flourish one day and then in turn help the brothers that helped you. Putting a hand to the trunk, you looked up the tree. They didn’t need your help as they’d long survived on their own, but you could support them in this tiny way. You could provide the little boost of nutrients that made things just a little bit easier. They were the heroes of New York and they deserved as much for all that they had endured.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You leaned in close to the bark, pressing your promise there.

The quiet of the forest took up space before Donnie’s voice softened. “Did you want to know more about Vitis aestivalis?”

“Sure. Which one was that?” You turned to him and kept a hand to the tree.

He seemed a bit bashful as he held up some greenery. “The leaves are thought to be hepatic.”

He’d been hoping to expand on his latest find. 

You wondered where Mikey had run off to now. 

“That’s some sort of cleanse, right?” You smiled attentively for Donnie in Mikey’s stead and for no other reason. 

“They can draw away soreness.” He nodded.

You hummed in interest and moved in close.

Mikey soon appeared on the horizon, triumphant, with a walking stick held high.

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[leota-nexus]

name: ¿? (pronounced "you think about all this way more than I do!") (pronounced "to pronounce it correctly, I'd have to cut out your tongue!") (pronounced "make a noise & see if I respond!") (no pronunciation) (super helpful pronunciation guide audio recording below!* <3)

alias: V

gender: probably not

lifepath: streetkid techie who later got into hacking

favorite ripper: Vik Vektor

favorite fixer: Muamar "El Capitán" Reyes

favorite weapons (no particular order): Bloody Maria, Hypercritical, Comrade's Hammer, Byakko, & Cottonmouth

favorite clothing style: crystaljock bombers & daemon-hunter ballcap

favorite colors: 💣💎😈🔮🧠 (& anything metallic neon synthwave/darkwave)

bonus fun facts:

fan of AssaultBots & MythSploders (2077 versions of BattleBots & MythBusters yes we just made them up but it's absolutely true anyway)

favorite MythSploders quotes include "When in doubt: C4" -Savage Adam & "Jaime wants big boom" -Jaime the CyberWalrus (yes these bonus fun facts were just an elaborate reason to include these quotes yet somehow still important characterization anyway)

*super helpful pronunciation guide audio recording:

(bonus pronunciation description explanation below the cut)

While asking questions about ¿?, I kept thinking of a joke that seemingly would only work in text:

"I'm ¿?"

"Wha- WTF was that?! How do you pronounce that again?!"

"¿?"

"You know what? Nevermind."

Because it's cyberpunk, I kept picturing it as "*opens mouth, tech glitch sound comes out*" until I finally realized I could create that sound!

So, if I may, let me take you on a journey of how my brain works:

First, I looked for a recording of V saying, "I'm V." Simple right? I came up empty. So I went through the character creator, waited for the music to calm the fuck down, & recorded both voices multiple times just in case. Then I took a sample of just "male voice" V & put it through a granular synthesizer where I was able to do this:

That's left (¿) & right (?) audio (dots omitted to minimize sonic overload) each tracing separate paths through the audio "I'm V" at the same time. I was like

"lulz let's hear this chaos!"

"..."

"oh no I love it"

So I hit record, only to realize they're slightly different length lines at slightly different speeds creating this shifting effect over multiple loops. I decided to record a full cycle loop & see if there's a "best" one. Except first, I was curious what it would sound like if I isolated each loop & layered them all on top of each other, like so:

"Oh No I LOVE It"

I panned each loop differently to really emphasize the movement of the sound so if you're listening through headphones, it really does end up sounding like something resembling "¿?"

But I don't want to make final decisions about my partner's character, ya know? Luckily it only took a single listen:

"Yeah, that's how it's officially pronounced. Good luck trying to pronounce that!"

So there you have it! "Good luck!"

(Personally, I just say "your streetkid V" outloud, WAY easier lol)

damn I am fucking OVER typing the words "pronounced" & "pronunciation" @_@

[rose-riot-johnson]

I have news my Tumblr Peeps😀 Since I have noticed that this Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic I have written with Gojo, Geto, and Toji, has been pretty successful, I decided that having separate fanfics about all 3 of them will definitely be something to write about, possibly in the near future, which would be my 2nd time writing about them as well. However I have done some recent thinking about this and I just have my reasons to possibly start off with writing about non other than Toji Fushiguro. I just feel like I'm having plans to write about him a little differently with this fanfic, than I did with the first fanfic that I have written, about Toji as a staring character for his ending. Plus I have been feeling that he was (and/or) is a victim of circumstance(s).

*Note: to warn any1 reading this, there will be tons of pronouns in atleast 1 or more paragraphs in this fanfic. This fanfic also contains 1 or more long paragraphs.

🦋Due To Past Family Reasons, I Just Don't Like The Last Name I Was Born With🦋(Toji Fushiguro (Birthname: Toji Zenin) x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Angst, Some Jealousy, and Comfort (Warning⚠️: Possible Spoilers, Mentioning of death pertaining spouses, Harassment, Language, Depending on the reader's imagination, Violence, Blood, Mentions of abuse from family, Mentions of Murder, and Language)

Days after Toji Fushiguro was defeated by Gojo Satoru, Toji heard news about Gojo adopting Toji's son Megumi Fushiguro, so Gojo can rescue Megumi from the Zenin Clan, the very clan Toji sold Megumi to. Toji was very happy Gojo adopted Megumi (Toji's son), because after his memories of his son Megumi, his wife, the Zenin Clan, and everything else he remembered, Toji did end up having regrets about selling Megumi to the clan. He just knew he has to turn his life around once more...

While Toji has been having a hard time changing his ways, he still keeps trying to do so. He just doesn't want to remember himself, as the man he was after his wife (which is Megumi's mom) passed away. While he knows he can't take anything that he did back, however he just wishes to, because of the simple fact that he has been regretting alot of bad things he did after his wife passed away.

All those memories, especially of his wife and Megumi, has getting on his mind alot, since the day he was defeated by Gojo Satoru. He was also bothered by his regrets to the point where he gave up working (with and/or for) the Time Vessel Association and even cut ties with the middle of the Time Vessel Association. He just wants to be done with everything that he did in his past, prior to being defeated by Gojo Satoru and his memories that includes his wife and son, Megumi.

One rainy day, Toji decided to take a walk just to try to get away from everything that's been bothering him, including his regrets. As he was walking he notices that you were being harassed by a few muscular men, as a couple of them grabbed both of your arms for the leader of that group (of the few muscular men) to get what he wanted from you. Toji then, out of instinct to run over to stop them from getting anything they could possibly want from you. When Toji ran over to the area you're being harrassed by the group, the next thing he did was punch the leader in the back of the head, then both of the men who grabbed your arms, decided to let go of you. "Hey! What's that for you jerk?! It's between us and this person we're trying to teach a lesson!", the leader shouted in anger at Toji, then the leader continued, "Don't you know it's rude to jump into other people's businesses?!". Toji then replied, "Oh really?! Don't you know that it's rude to harrass other people to get what you want, especially with your gang?! Because that's all I'm seeing, you filthy pricks!".

One of the other gang members pointed out that Toji used to be the sorcerer killer and warned the leader about Toji's strength, which it seems obvious that the leader pretty much didn't give a damn. The rest of the group ran away, then when the reader realized this he called the rest of his group cowards for running away due to the rest of the group members knowing what Toji is capable of. They figured if he is capable of killing sorcerers, he is more than capable of killing some men who don't care about honor and think it's fun to push other people around, which frightens them and they're more frightened of the fact that, what a very angry Toji saw them (including their leader) do to you, and they're even shocked about the fact you're the person he came to protect after witnessing their harassment towards you.

The next thing that happened was that in one punch, Toji not only knocked the leader outcold, however he also busted the leader's head open a little bit. Toji then said, "Sorry you have to see this, (beautiful/handsome). I just can't just keep walking by after I saw these men harrass you like that. Any particular reason they're harassing you? If you don't mind me asking...". You then answered, "Well, these men were gonna assault me, because (up to the reader's imagination what the reason for the harassment).". Toji felt bad for you and felt hate towards those group of men who were harrasing you, as he said, "Well, that's not very nice of them, so shame on them and it's a good thing I came here. Though they're right that I did used to be a sorcerer killer, however I'm willing to change that about myself. Anyways, my name is Toji. Would you like to tell me your name?", as he somehow knew that this could be a start of something new.

He just somehow just from the meeting you, you just somehow reminded him of his wife (when she was alive). Thanks to that walk he took and meeting you, he began to realize he will be able turn his life around once again. It's like you seemed to change his life for the better already.

You then replied, "Nice to meet you, Toji. My name is, (Any Gender Reader Name). Thanks for saving me. It actually doesn't bother me that you used to be a sorcerer killer. You saved me. If it wasn't for you, I would have been, (up to the reader's imagination what would have happened, if Toji wasn't there).". Toji then decided to exchanged phone numbers with you, as he figured it's time to do so, as he knew it would be the beginning of a new relationship, while the start of a new journey of his life. He just knew that he made the right decision to be with you.

Months went by, as both you and Toji have been together in his relationship with you for awhile. Toji knew he found peace, when he felt calmer, since he met you, just like when his wife was alive, she basically calmed him, as well. This is the first time eversince in a long time that he felt like he was at peace with himself. You're also someone he would do anything for, as well.

One day when you asked, Toji about marriage, he agreed with it, then you asked about his last name. He then mentioned, "Well, (Any Gender Reader Name), I was born with the last name Zenin, however when I married a women with the last name Fushiguro, I took her last name and my last name became Fushiguro, instead of my birth last name.". You then asked about what happened to Megumi's mom (Toji's wife). Toji told you that she died soon after his son Megumi was born, then he mentioned about his regrets after her death.

Toji then mentioned, that Gojo defeated Toji when he told him what is happening with Megumi and what he did, then he mentioned, that days afterwards, he heard the news afterwards about Gojo adopting Megumi, which made Toji happy to hear, however eversince he had his memories of his son, his wife, the Zenin Clan and everything else he was remembering, he was having a lot of regrets of what he was doing after she passed away and tried to change, then explained why he felt you made him the man he is right now, and he even mentioned that you're the light of his world. He then criticized himself about selling Megumi in the first place.

Once Toji finished opening up about it, you then comforted him, as you explained, "From what I'm understanding is... I mean I don't want to upset you.. It's just that... To be fair. Maybe true that selling your son Megumi to the Zenin was something that had made you become a bad father, however I feel that after you told your nemesis, Gojo about your last words, especially about what happened with Megumi, when your memories came back to you about him... I just feel thanks to your last words to Gojo when he defeated you, this helped Gojo know about this and wheather you realize or not, you letting him know is the reason why Gojo adopted Megumi. Someone who is brave enough to admit their skeletons, especially to their own nemesis about what was happening to their children, then telling their nemesis, what you told Gojo... To me, I think in the end you did the right thing by telling Gojo what you did, because of this, Gojo adopted Megumi. Still... Maybe you did sold your son in the first place, however in the end your words, helped Gojo know this, then your a good father for telling Gojo what you did in the end. And from what I'm seeing you basically had plans to better yourself and I'm glad you feel the way you did about me, Toji. Plus, I don't care what anyone else thinks of you, because I could tell you're a victim of circumstance(s), anyways. So, I love you, Toji Fushiguro.". Toji felt better about himself after he realized you accepted him for who he is, even when he told you his past, you just understood him. He then said, "I love you too, no matter what, (Any Gender Reader Name)... And thank you for understanding and accepting me... I think if it was anybody else I told this to, they would of reacted much worse, than you did.", he then kissed you on your left side of your facial cheek.

As a few weeks went by, you asked Toji if you could move in with him, which he was perfectly fine with and doesn't see a problem with it. Then a few months after you moved in with Toji, you asked him to help with some chores, and while he was helping you with the chores, he decided to sweep inside the bedroom he shares with you. As Toji was sweeping the floors, underneath the bed that he shares with you in the (now) shared bedroom, he accidentally discovered you had a (plushie of reader's choice) and a photo album, as he swept them up by accident, not knowing there was anything underneath the bed. Toji then, started to wonder that little that he knew that you were hiding something. While Toji, was looking in your photo album, he didn't see anything that may appear suspicious, until the very last page, with the very last photo of the photo album, as he notices in the photo of you hugging another person and kissing that same person on the right side of (his/her/their) facial cheek, as it appears to be another significant other. Toji was feeling furious and jealous, at first when he saw the photo, however he then thought it over, as he decided not to make any rash decisions, because he figured the photo isn't worth jumping to conclusions over.

Despite of Toji, believing that there has to be an explanation about that particular photo of you and the other person were in and not wanting to have his jealousy and furious expressions get him into jumping to conclusions of the thought of being cheated on for the other person, he still has a gut feeling you have been hiding atleast something from him. So, the only thing that Toji could think of was to see about having a talk with you about the photo and what you have been hiding from him. Toji just doesn't want hold his thoughts to the point where he would hurt from this inside and if you were to have any reasons to hide anything from him, he will makesure you don't hold it in and you also don't carry what might be burdening you alone.

Meanwhile, you were doing some dishes and as you were almost done doing some dishes, Toji then came out of the bedroom he shares with you, as he said, "Hey, (Any Gender Reader Name). Can we take a break from doing chores after you finish the dishes, please? There's something important I need to talk to you about, if you don't mind.". You then replied, "Okay, Toji. And a break from chores it is.", before you smiled at him, as he went back inside the shared bedroom. Not too long after that, you got finished washing the rest of the dishes before heading to go inside the bedroom, Toji shares with you.

Right after you went in the shared bedroom, you asked, "So, what do you need to talk about, Toji?", then you continued, "Whatever you need to talk to me about, I will definitely be honest with you about it.". Toji then replied, "Good... Because I will be expecting the truth from you and I may get upset, if you tell me the truth depending on how you tell me, however I rather you be yourself and for me to be upset from your honesty than not knowing what was or is bothering you or what you might be hiding... I wish I could do this without you feeling upset or frightened, however this is the best I can do...", as he was holding on to (plushie of reader's choice) and the last photo of the last page of the photo album, then mentions, "I know you're hiding something... I don't know exactly, however while I was sweeping underneath the bed... And I accidentally swept these up, then I was looking at the photos inside the photo album, because I wanted to know you better and to see, if you're hiding something, especially if it's part of your past... So, this photo of this other person, is what I found... Yes, I was jealous and upset at first, however I madesure not to jump to any conclusions, until I know what was actually going on... So, if you don't mind me asking,... Who's this person in the photo?", as he puts down the (plushie of reader's choice), then points at the person who was in that same photo with you. You then began to shake, as you hugged Toji, tightly, while you began to sob on his shoulders. Toji then, hugged you back, as he said, "You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to, right now. I just don't want to hold everything in to the point where you end up hurting inside.".

You still sobbed, as you told him truthfully, "I'm crying, because the person who was in the photo with me was my (husband/wife/spouse)... Unfortunately, ((s)he/they) died in the hospital from having (any surgery up to the reader's imagination), a few years before I met you.". Toji was then confused, as he said, "Then why are you hiding these from me then, (Any Gender Reader Name). I think the (plushie of reader's choice) is cute and the photo album is pretty sweet, even if the last pic had gotten me a little jealous, only at first...". You then replied, "I was hiding these, because every partner I had after my (husband/wife/spouse) passed away, either want me to get rid of everything my dead ((s)he/they) got for me or complain from me mentioning even discreetly about (him/her/them), especially the death of my (husband/wife/spouse) or tell me never to talk about it again or dwelling on my dead (husband) from only mentioning about (his/her/their) death or (him/her/them) in general only once just to vent or I'm not entitled to talk about any partners especially dead ones who were (husbands/wives/spouses) before them when they were my partners at the time, then turn around to say what they want to me. I just felt invalidated by them and I feel I couldn't open up to anyone about this since I kept running into that with that partners I had after my (husband/wife/spouse) and before meeting you in person...", as you continued to sob. Toji then hug you tightly with his left arm, while petting your head with his right hand as he gently comfort you, as he said, "Well, they're not the right person then, if they invalidate you like they did. Don't get me wrong, I do apologize for my jealousy when I first saw the photo, however I'm glad I had you vent to me about it, after all. What they don't realize is they don't know a damn difference between dwelling and venting a little bit about past grief. Nothing wrong with treasuring your stuff from your past. Anything else you would like to talk about, my precious kitty?."

You then vented, "Well, Toji... It's not simple... My last name has always been the same, even after my first marriage. My family didn't want me to change my last name to my (husband/wife/spouse), so they forced me to keep my last name different than my (husband/wife/spouse) and when ((s)he/they) offered to changed (his/her/their) last name to the last name my family forced me to keep, they definitely got angry about it. I think my family wanted to makesure both my (husband/wife/spouse) and I, to keep the last names that the both of us were born with, just so they can keep me from getting anything I like, meaning they want me to buy alot of things that I don't like that they like.". "Would you like to tell me what else happened, (Any Gender Reader Name)?", Toji asked trying to encourage without prying you. You were hesitant to talk at first, as you were worried he would shun you, then you decided it has to be told sooner or later.

You then confessed, "Well Toji, the truth is the year before we met eachother, I had skeletons in the closet, as well. I couldn't deal with my family trying to control my life anymore, so one night, I snapped... I'm not sure, if you were aware of this... It's just... I was born as a sorcerer and my family figured I'd be their cash cow, once they knew about it, which I think is why they forced both my (husband/wife/spouse) and I to keep our last names different than eachother, while not letting us take eachother's last name. Anyways, my family kept treating me, as their slave forcing me to do their dirty work for the money, and that one night they tried beating me, once I refused to do their bidding anymore, so I used my cursed technique to kill them out of self defense.". Toji was surprised to hear that your were born as a sorcerer, as he said, "As much as, I'm not a fan of sorcerers, especially Jujutsu Sorcerers, I honestly feel in my heart that you deserved better, than a family who treated you like crap and used you for being born, as a Sorcerer.". You then replied, "Well Toji... After I killed my family, in self defense, I ran away from my hometown to become homeless and decided to keep my cursed technique secret after that fateful night, just incase I do become at risk of going to prison. I trusted no one after that. However after that rainy day that we met eachother, I did began to trust you. I just didn't use my cursed technique, because I don't want to risk going to jail, just incase if my family being killed, and/or my cursed technique, and/or myself would be on the News, or on the radio, or in the newspaper, etc... I just rather not get caught. I'm surprised you saved me. It's not because of you and it's not because of me... I just somehow thought it was a coincidence that someone was to save me and even not even knowing me.", as Toji kept hugging you and petting your head, while you also kept hugging him.

Toji then explained about his past, especially how he was treated by the Zenin Clan, for being born as a non sorcerer due to heavenly restriction, while being raised in the Zenin Clan, which they favor anyone in the Zenin Clan with any cursed techniques, especially strong and powerful cursed techniques and he disliked (or hated sorcerers) due to the fact that how the any sorcerers clan (just as well as the Zenin Clan) felt, which they end up favoring those with cursed techniques, which made him suffer. Toji, also opened up to you about his spiteful actions towards all sorcerers including the Jujutsu Sorcerers and leaving the Zenin Clan, eventually, which is why when he got married, he changed his last name from Zenin to Fushiguro. He also admitted those are the reasons why that it's not just sorcerers in general he didn't care for. Toji also didn't care for the "Zenin" last name he was born with and he could also tell you also had your reasons why you didn't like your last name that you were born with, that your family forced you to keep.

Toji then confessed, "There's something else I should be telling you... Megumi's mom, who I married... Well,... She was the reason why I was calmer and lived an honest life one point. Aside from what you told me,... Otherwise you remind me alot of her, personality wise... Anyways, after her death, I wasn't sure how else to cope with her death so, reverted into doing things I end up regretting and so much worse to the point where I forgot about my wife and my son Megumi. Then after memories came back, I just stopped killing sorcerers and try to prove to atleast myself that I'm willing to turn over a new leaf, however it became easier said or even thought of than done.". He then hugged you tighter, as he looked into your eyes. Toji finally continued, "I could careless, if you were born as a sorcerer or not, now days... In your case, I see you, as a victim of circumstance(s), just like you see me as a victim of circumstance(s)... If it wasn't for that same rainy day, as I met you in and beat the living, fucken, hell out of those bastards, I wouldn't have been able to be that changed man I am today. I truly feel that you brought light to my world, since that rainy day. I love you for who you are (Any Gender Reader Name), my precious kitty.", as he also continued to look into your eyes, while petting your head. You then replied, "Well Toji, I love you for who you are, too.", then you and Toji proceeded to kiss eachother.

Eversince after the conversation both you and Toji had with eachother, both you and Toji have been more open with eachother and gotten to know eachother more, as well. You also began to be yourself with Toji more than ever before. Toji has also proven to turn over a new leaf, more than he expected of himself. From then on, both you and Toji have been happier than ever before. (As for the reader's last name, it's up to the reader's imagination, on what to decide on, pertaining last names)

The End

Don't mind the long fanfic and some long paragraphs for this fanfic, my Tumblr Peeps😅 I really wanted to put alot thought for this fanfic, while I putted more thought into it, than I expected myself to, while adding some extra ideas for this fanfic, as well💡😀 So, I do hope you enjoy this Toji fanfic, as much as, I enjoyed writing about him😃👍And for now, I hope you have a wonderful day or night, my Tumblr Peeps😁👍

Fun Fact: For people who didn't know, I'm a fan of both Toji Fushiguro and Gojo Satoru😃👍Sounds crazy, however I meant what I said🤷‍♀️😁👍And I'm very serious about what I said.

[zenaidamacrouras1]

15 questions for 15 friends

I got tagged by @voylitscope and @booksandabeer. Hello, I hope y'all are doing very well today.

Are you named after anyone? >>> Yes, my dad, being the third child, my parents thought this was amusing. I used to hate it (my relationship with my dad is COMPLICATED and my name is gender neutral, which as a more or less gender neutral adult, I like, but as a kid who felt really confused about gender, I did not).

I've grown into it. Our first and middle names are one letter different, but, fun fact, when I bought my house they spelled my name like his name on the deed and he briefly owned my house, I guess? I mean, I fixed the typo. I joked about it to the real estate agent people and they were like "your dad didn't actually own your house just because of this typo, you know that right?" and like yeah, I know, it's just funny.

When was the last time you cried? >>> I rarely cry, for whatever reason. I occasionally get a stoic, manful misting in my eyes or brief tightness in the back of my throat I have to swallow down while staring into the distance. It's probably not healthy, but I have bigger fish to fry. (and if I'm crying into my fish frying grease the tears will make the oil will pop everywhere, so we can't have that, this metaphor is getting confusing).

Do you have kids? >>> I do. I talk about them all the time because they are fun interesting people and also my pals.

What sports do you play/have you played? >>> My rebellion as a child was to not play sports, which I definitely regret, but I did do ballet for a long time, I was always a "back row" dancer e.g. the worst in the class but there's nothing wrong with spending a great deal of time doing something you're quite bad at. Anyway, I'm better at ballet than most people who never took lessons.

Do you use sarcasm? >>> No. (hahahahahahahahhhaaaa)

What’s the first thing you notice about people? >>> Ummm...vibes?

What’s your eye color? >>> Glowing red when I'm doing an evil spell, but otherwise blue.

Scary movies or happy endings comedies? >>> I almost never watch movies. What kind of movie is Lord of the Rings and The Winter Soldier? Those two, plus a few others.

Any talents? >>> I am good at making quick assessments and breaking down complex things into simple, easier to understand things, which, damn those ancient Greeks for always being right, is probably as much of a weakness as a strength. Also I have won a blue ribbon for quilting at a state fair which is very wholesome as I am a wholesome, stoic midwesterner.

Where were you born? >>> A very wholesome, stoic hospital in the rural midwest, surrounded by cornfields to the horizon.

What are your hobbies? >>> laying in bed and reading, walking places, sewing things, writing stuff, wishing everyone would leave me alone for ten damn minutes, feeling antsy when no one is bothering me.

Do you have any pets? >>> I just posted a picture of my cat. I didn't mention it there but she has bad eyesight and can't jump up to things, she often misses so just climbs everything or stays on the ground. It was great when she was an outside cat because she couldn't catch birds, though she would sometimes manage a snake and bring it in the house and leave it in the laundry basket.

How tall are you? >>> 5'11" but for what it's worth I'm the shortest person in my immediate family.

Favorite subject in school? >>> I really liked sociolinguistics classes in college. I liked art and biology and creative writing classes too. I like a lot of things. I like learning. I loved going to college. I'm a first generation college student and aside from the angst and bad attempts at romance and depression and anxiety and panic attacks, I really did feel lucky the whole time I was in college.

Dream job? >>> I need a job that helps people because I can only make myself do something boring if it I feel like I "owe" someone. I need a job that changes every few weeks so it is less boring. Both criteria I basically have, except I would like my current job to be less stressful and endlessly high stakes, except if it wasn't I would probably be bored, and also I would like fewer people that annoy me.

God I'm supposed to tag people now. What an absolute nightmare. Okay. I'm doing it. Don't hate me. @burberrycanary @msilverstar @bookgeekgrrl @fsbc-librarian @late-to-the-party-81 @blackwood4stucky @otpcutie

[pfhwrittes]

holy shit. hi hello, there’s so many of you now!

uh. um. okay super quick introduction time, i guess?

hi my name is p. i’m 28. i’ve been lovingly referred to as a welsh raccoon by @/391780 on account of the fact that i’m usually awake in the middle of the night through to the early hours of the morning for my timezone. don’t worry about it. i’m basically nocturnal and i’m afflicted with insomnia on a regular basis.

i use they/them pronouns, but i refer to myself as both nonbinary and transgender. it should be pretty fuckin obvious that i love and support all my non-cis siblings but just in case it isn’t, i love you. you’re welcome here. just don’t be a dick. as a side note: i’m firmly in the camp that you can use whatever label or as many labels (or no labels!) as you want and your gender presentation is your own damn business. just please let me know if i misgender you, i don’t want to be that person.

oh, uh. shitty behaviour in my notes or askbox won’t be tolerated. if i see that shit, congratulations you get blocked. we’re gonna be nice here god damn it. there’s no “well i tolerate everyone uwu” here, if you’re an arsehole you get blocked. simple as that.

speaking of reasons to block people, i love and support my darkfic writers. i write mostly fluff, unhinged smut or aus but i reblog (and cherish) darkfics on a regular basis. if that’s your line in the sand, do yourself a favour and block me now. i’m not going to stop reblogging or enjoying reading darkfics any time soon.

oh and technically all my current projects (see my masterlist) are on hiatus as i literally had my tits chopped off last week. in reality, i’m just writing whatever pops into my head while i heal up. apparently that’s a lot of smut right now, both the cisgender and non-cisgender kind. it’s been fun learning that.

i don’t really do requests or anything like that BUT if you send me an ask and it gets the brain worms dancing, who am i to say no?

[animebw]

Short Reflection: Onimai (I Am Now Your Sister!)

I’ve been trying to put into words why Mushoku Tensei is so infuriating to me for a while. You think it’d be easy, right? All I have to say (and indeed, what I have said in the past) is “this show wastes so much gorgeous animation and obvious talent on a pedophile protagonist who’s never punished for his actions” and everyone with a functioning brain would understand why they need to avoid this show like it’s the scarlet rot in Elden Ring. And yet that doesn’t quite capture the whole of it. That simple explanation doesn’t offer an explanation for just how deep and personal my fixation with Mushoku Tensei has been since its airing. I’ve watched plenty of bad anime and tossed them into the memory hole, but something about this one refuses to stop pestering me. It demands my attention even when I wish I could just forget it ever existed, like a splinter constantly pricking the back of my mind. And despite my best efforts, I’ve been unable to understand or explain what about this particular bad show makes it impossible for me to stop thinking about it.

So if there’s one thing I can thank Onimai for, it’s that it finally helped me realize why.

Sure, on the surface, these two shows don’t have that much in common. They’re both produced by studio Bind, both lavishly animated to a frankly absurd degree, both about adult men being zapped into a new child body for a second chance at life, and both clearly aiming to conquer the lolicon share of the market. But one’s an ostensibly epic fantasy while the other is a pastel-vomit cute girls gender-bender extravaganza. You wouldn’t think there’d be many comparison points to be made here. And yet, these two shows are similar. In fact, I’d argue that at heart, Mushoku Tensei and Onimai are essentially the same story, just filtered through different prisms of genre. And it’s in recognizing those similarities that I was finally able to unlock the reason behind my visceral fascination with Mushoku Tensei, and why this studio’s brand of storytelling leaves me so, so angry.

See, both Rudeus and Mahiro, in their past lives, were losers. And not just any losers, no; they were full on hikkikomori shut-in failures who retreated into extreme otakudom and porn addiction to cope with not being able to understand the world. They’re the embodiment of the saddest, most pathetic depths a person can sink to, the worst case scenario for so many socially-deficient anime fans who come to this medium to escape reality. But in their respective rebirths, Rudeus and Mahiro are suddenly given a chance to live their lives over- and this time, to do it right. Unbound from the failures of their past lives, either by leaving their gender behind or leaving the familiar world entirely, they’re given a clean slate to try, stumble, try again, and struggle their way to achieve the fulfillment and self-actualization they were unable to accomplish before. At heart, Mushoku Tensei and Onimai are both stories about taking the lowest form of human scum, offering them a do-over button, and watching them work through their issues until they’re able to embrace their new life and be a functional human being at last.

It’s not hard to see the appeal of that story. The idea that even the worst, most hopeless person imaginable can turn things around and become a well-rounded person is one of the most inspiring philosophies to live your life by. And I fully understand why those messages resonated so much with people. Hell, I’ll even admit that some moments in MT- Rudeus’ reconciliation with Paul, his hopelessness spiral in the final episode- were so moving that I genuinely felt something for the guy in spite of myself. Bind’s animators aren’t just exceptionally talented at making things move on screen, they make full use of the medium of animation to convey their stories with some of the strongest, most emotionally potent cinematic storytelling in this entire damn medium. They take these stories of broken people trying to be better and imbue them with the kind of artistry that makes them sink into your very soul. You feel the weight of Rudeus stepping over the threshold. You feel the importance of Mahiru coming to terms with her new identity. At their best, these shows will make you believe in humanity’s capacity for change like nothing else can.

At least until the moment passes and it gets back to being horny for twelve-year-olds.

And that’s the smoking gun. That’s the reason Mushoku Tensei and Onimai are both such agonizing experiences. Because in these incredibly affecting stories of personal betterment, these expertly told stories of people overcoming their worst selves and becoming fully realized people, they’re never forced to outgrow their pedophilia. Or rather, the audience of otaku who see themselves in these shows and use them as inspiration to improve their lives are never forced to. Because no matter how much these characters grow or change, the shows they’re attached to still find time to put pre-teen girls in various states of eroticization for the audience to enjoy. No matter how these shows challenges their audiences to see the worst parts of themselves and work on being better, they never portray being sexually attracted to children as something you need to leave behind. Studio Bind sells a fantasy where you can turn your poor situation around and live a worthwhile life without sacrificing your desire to beat off to twelve-year-olds. Don’t worry, it seems to say. We won’t really force you to confront the reasons why society shut you out.

In other words, both Mushoku Tensei and Onimai send a message that says: “You can become a better person without actually fixing the worst parts of yourself.” And because of how fucking good Bind is at preaching that message, the anime community bought it hook, line and sinker. It’s almost impressive; finally, we have an omega universe KyoAni to balance out the cosmic scales. Never before have I seen such incredible talent and artistry so consistently put to such evil use. But allow me to burst the bubble for everyone taken in; this studio is lying to you. These shows are lying to you. If you want to become a better person, you cannot hold onto your worst impulses like this. You cannot treat the darkest parts of yourself as an acceptable hanger-on. You need to be better than these shows believe you can be. Because the second you accept the half-measures they’re offering as a win state, you’ve already lost the battle.

Also, don’t beat off to twelve-year olds.

Can’t believe I even need to spell that out.

Look, just like Mushoku Tensei, there are moments in Onimai that really soar. The comedy is fun when it works, the animation is infectiously lively, and whenever it decides to take Mahiro’s journey seriously, it’s unironically powerful stuff. But also just like Mushoku Tensei, there’s no way to buy into the strengths of Onimai without accepting a constant stream of sexed-up prebubescent fetish shots (greatly ramped up from the manga, I’ve been told). And there’s just too much good anime these days for this to be forgivable. Countless shows big and small have proved you don’t need to cater to the worst of humanity to craft something truly special. There’s no need to suffer through this slop when countless shows are doing way more without subjecting you to this agony at the same time. So until Bind learns how to weave its magic without dunking it in dogshit along the way, they will only ever be a stain on an industry with far too many stains already. For now, though, I can only give Onimai a score of:

3/10

Welcome to the end of Winter 2023. Expect my seasonal reflection in a week or two!

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Alright, I’m terribly sick right now and a little sore from it hence why I haven’t gotten to those other rants I have in my drafts. But because of the welcoming of existing characters coming back it looks like I’m going to have to be defending one of my favorite characters once again from this damn fandom.

Y’all already know it’s Leuce. I don’t get why everyone has such a huge problem with her like she didn’t even do anything to Hades or try to seduce him or anything. Yet everyone acts like Leuce was trying to steal “Persephone’s” man at the very beginning when that was never even fucking true, Leuce was probably called on by Zeus to try and get married to Hades which means she was not actively looking for this creep at all and I’m sure if she had to be sought after especially by the KING OF THE GODS then she was very valuable and already had the attention of many that y’all say that she wants from Hades. Basically ain’t nobody give a flying fuck about Hades and his grown ass tantrums, there’s not a fly on the wall trying to court his weird ass except for Persephone and that’s only cause she’s not affected by his dumb actions and borderline abusive behaviors.

I’m pretty sure Leuce was one of the most beautiful nymphs in Olympus and I’m pretty sure she already had a numerous amount of options to choose from at her every beck and call. I don’t know can we say the same for Persephone? Probably not since the only man and option was always going to be Hades. Leuce is and will always be a grown woman at the end of the day as well so obviously she’s not going to play homewrecker with Hades since he’s a literal king and would probably punish her unlike how Persephone did. Actually, let me get into that because I truly believe that why people think Leuce is trying to split up the marriage between Persephone and Hades is because Persephone did the same thing, Leuce and Persephone had similar reasons of going to the Underworld, they both got to speak with Hades, and they both had history before their “first” meeting with him. There’s a lot of similarities with how they approached and met Hades yet no one wants to acknowledge that Persephone slept to the top and ruined a relationship mainly because they’ve been conditioned to believe that when Persephone does it it’s not homewrecking it’s just taking what’s yours while with Leuce she’s definitely sleazy.

Speaking of sleazy, could everyone’s distrust in the situation be because Hades has a very very bad sleeping around history that he’s done multiple times? It’s okay to say that Hades is a cheater or really an accomplice to cheat and this causes many people to fear Hades being around women when we get introduced to more. Like c’mon people, you’re saying every single time a woman gets introduced to Hades in the chapter and everyone loses their shit that it’s not rooted in this lingering fact that Hades is not loyal in the slightest way possible? LO fans obviously have this premeditated anxiousness about Hades with the opposite gender and it’s all connected to Hades going with them or being “seduced” by them. I’m just going to tell you right now, if you have to make all of this commotion and insult the female character this bad because you’re worried or scared that means you don’t trust them. You can’t say that Hades is devoted and loyal to Persephone when you worry about this man stepping out from his own marriage every time another character (female) gets a simple interaction with him. There shouldn’t need to be competition for Persephone either because competition means that there will be someone betting on something you’re also after, which means that that something isn’t truly yours to begin with because if it is you wouldn’t need to defend and fight for it so badly.

But back to the fans’ mischaracterization of Leuce as a whole. One thing I absolutely hate about this situation is that people will swear up and down that Leuce is some evil, homewrecking, gold digging, irrelevant slut essentially yet all the scenes we’ve seen with Leuce has been completely harmless. Leuce was brought to Hades as a gift and was positive about the situation, she believed that Hades would accept her and he declined. Did she force herself onto him after he said no? Absolutely not. Did she insult him for rejecting her? No. Did she spread unnecessary rumors or continued to pursue him? No. All she did was accept the rejection and left, she did not argue with Hades nor did she try and change his mind unlike Persephone she respected his decision and didn’t try to persuade him into agreeing with her or accepting her. Honestly I have no clue why no one’s upset with Persephone, there’s been countless times where she’s ignored Hades’ unease, forced him to agree with her and even ignored his responses. Why is Hades getting walked over and disrespected by Persephone cute? There’s been times where he’s shown obvious discomfort with something she’s did or wants to do and she completely ignores him and pressures him into doing it.

Anyways, now ending this rant I don’t want to see anyone talking down on Leuce when she is more mature and respectful than the actual love interest. Persephone does not have the capacity to be mindful of Hades and Leuce actually treats him like he isn’t some mindless hamster. Not only that but Leuce is gorgeous, I’m tired of everyone trying to claim she’s ugly just to boost Persephone’s looks if you really need to do all of that than maybe she’s not as pretty as people state. But leave her the fuck alone, y’all don’t even know why she needs to talk to Hades and you’re already trying to go in on her, it’s not her fault that Hades and Persephone’s relationship is so weak that one woman can walk in and completely obliterate it.

[hanjeongrp]

Welcome to Hanjeong, Sena. You are quite the naiad. At 520 (30), you have quite a claim to being the former monarch to the nymph kingdom.

Enjoy paradise.

OOC:

Name/Alias: taylor

Pronouns: she/er

Age: 25+

Timezone: CST

Biography Information:

OC Name: Sena

FC: Kim Tae-yeon, GG Taeyeon

Species: Nymph, Naiad

Occupation: former Monarch, still royal as far as she is concerned

Residence: the waterfall

Gender: fluid

Pronouns: she/they

Age: 30, [520 yrs old]

Claim(s): deposed royal, former monarch

Biography: war tw, violence tw, negligence tw, narcissism tw 

There was one simple fact that was known to all nymphs, Sena was born to be a royal. It wasn’t just the fact that she was related to the first monarch in some form or fashion. But it was as if the waterfall itself bent to her will the moment she rose in the water. Life was simply her’s to hold in the palm of her hand. Of course, being of the royal line, came with expectations. Those expectations were always easily met on her part. Watch over their people, check. Know their magic well, check. Know their lands, check check.

She was absolutely born to be a royal….

What she wasn’t born for was what came along with it all. The expected compassion. Empathy meant to be oozing from her for the naiads and dryads both. Being forced into the treaty at the tail end of it because the monarch before was still holding onto the position. Each extra bit of it all, she didn’t agree with. Call it rebellion. Call it giving into the will of war in many naiads blood, whatever it may have been… she wasn’t there to hold anyone’s hand and sing about it. or play instruments, or whatever those sad merfolk were into. If she were to find a kinship in any other species, it would be the sirens. Their vicious nature spoke to something in her that was deeper than the fake smiles she offered to remain on her throne.

Sena was a ruler that was not to be reckoned with. Maybe some of that rubbed off on Siwoo as well. Their closeness was also something she could honestly say she didn’t hate over the years. their need to present a united front when it came to the world that surrounded them. barely biting their tongues over half breeds, they had no interest in bringing into their people. as if they had any need to open their arms to things that didn’t understand what it was to be of the water.

She may have been born to be a royal, but it seemed she wasn’t meant to keep the throne forever. Not when those damned usurpers took it. dryads assuming, they knew best. So, what if she didn’t care for the treaty? Oh, and she was supposed to care about the half-bloods? Not a chance in what humans called hell.

There was no care in any cell of her being when it came to the mayor and his death. Really, she hoped it was a naiad. Give her a reason to fight back, just a sliver of one was all she needed. But in the meantime, her focus was trying to get her throne back. In silent twisted little ways, she plotted with Siwoo to destroy the dryads that took their thrones. If there were causalities in the way? Shit happened…

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

Define Woman

So this is going to piss some people off, but frankly speaking I don’t give a damn. 

The words woman and man were words used to define the sex of a person. However, we ended up with a situation where gender is no longer a reference to sex, but instead to some strange amorphous concept with no meaning whatsoever. 

Gender in it’s original context was just and only “Man” and “Woman”. In their original meanings. Which was, “Man: Adult Human Male” and “Woman: Adult Human Female”. The reason these distinctions are important, is because gender originally had no difference from biological sex. Somehow however, because of bad actors like John Money (A child abuser, pedophile, and scientific hack) he both was the foundation of and the root cause of the normalization of terms like gender fluid, gender non conforming, and other stuff related to the term gender. 

Basically this monster is the reason the term gender now means nothing at all. What’s worse, there are politicians and parents worried about their kids now, and are asking biologists, doctors, and scientists, to define what a woman is. Asking if only women can get pregnant. If only women can get periods, and resoundingly, a lot of them have bowed down to the new radical norm that is, “Trans women are women”. 

And yes. It is a radical ideology. You might ask why. Simple answer? Because woman is SUPPOSED to mean as stated above, “Adult Human Female”. So by claiming that trans women are women, you are falsely claiming that trans women, who are biological men, are SOMEHOW able to ignore science, and just by the logic of claiming as such, have become biological women. 

The dangers to this are vast but let me explain one of the biggest ones. I recently saw a doctor, though I question her credentials, say that “...trans people should be able to change their sex assigned at birth on their licenses...” First of all.....no one is “Assigned a sex at birth”. If you really believe that you should be stripped of any ability to practice medicine. Sex is observed at birth. Not assigned. 

Secondly, men and women have biological differences. Not just sex organs. The types of medication and the amounts of those medications are VERY different. There’s a reason that drugs need to be tested on both men and women and women that are pregnant and may become pregnant. Because there was a lawsuit in early years that found that drugs were not universal, and affected men and women differently. 

Imagine walking into the doctor, and they see your ID, and it says, “F” on the license. And you tell them, “I’m a woman, give me the drugs you would a woman”. And it injures you permanently or kills you. Congrats. You are a moron with no one to blame but yourself. Because fun fact about medications. They don’t just affect you differently based on your sex, but also your size, and other medications and health complications. 

Though as things would have it, there are trans people that think the most inclusive thing is to NEVER be asked about if they are trans, and always HAVE to be treated like the “gender” they identify as. I’m sorry Susan, who used to be named Steve. Medication isn’t “Bigoted”. Biology isn’t “Bigoted”. Your entire life is based on a fabrication that you can be literally anything you want to be. We don’t live in a fantasy world though. Medications, much like biology is rooted in fact. And it doesn’t discriminate. And no amount of screaming into the wind, will change that. 

And there are people that are going to find this post to be, “Transphobic”. Well sorry you are offended by reality but the ideology you are trying to push is dangerous. Why? Well aside from the medical risks in regards to medications, there are also the complications that come from transition surgery. Which frankly there are a lot of. Contrary to the popular activist pushed idea that surgeries, and hormones will have zero negative effects whatsoever. 

It gets more rough when you realize how many people are not sterilized because rushed transitions. Wonder how many dead bodies will be enough from detransitioners, and people who don’t realize they are not trans, who need mental health help instead, but just get told to medically and chemically castrate themselves. How many have to die? How many lives need to be ruined before it’s too many. 

The answer? For the people I’m directing this at, it will never be enough. Because most of you believe that a 2yo can decide they are trans, and should just get put on hormones immediately, and have their junk cut off. The sooner the better right? God forbit they are too young to know that on their own. God forbid parents are capable of abusing their kids. Like Jazz Jennings. Who’s mother is basically abusing “her” and using “her” for fame. And you might say, “Why are you putting her in quotes?”. Because I don’t think Jazz is a girl. I think that Jazz’s mother wanted a daughter, and decided to take advantage of how easy kids are to impress upon, and created a daughter. Said mother also on the Life of Jazz show mentioned that she has to wake Jazz up in the middle of the night to dilate. And they will personally take the dilator, lube it up, and wake Jazz up to use it. Even when Jazz doesn’t want to. 

And said, “Oh no, when Jazz goes to college, I better not find out that they are not dilating themselves, she’s going to strangle Jazz”. Sure call it humor. I see it as a, Jazz better not take this dream of having a daughter with a fake vagina away from me”. No normal human talks like that. She basically got famous for transitioning her 2 yo and she is loving the attention. 

What kills me the most though is the attempt to change what woman means. So what did they change it to in order to be more “inclusive”? “Woman: An adult human female, or a person who otherwise identifies as a woman”.......Which is a funny as hell definition, because it cites itself in the definition. Meaning you get caught in an endless loop of what the word means, which is nothing since it can’t have a meaning while citing itself. What’s worse though is that the definition also doesn’t renounce it’s association with biological sex. Which is more or less criminal in my opinion. Because if “woman” is only a reference to “gender” then it should remove it’s association with biological sex fully. And I’ll just start calling everyone male or female. 

Right up until they decide that they need to change the definition of Female to something it’s not. Though I will admit, it’s going to be comical watching feminist loose their shit when they start losing rights because when words change definitions, so to do laws. 

So again. Define woman. 

And before someone tries to imagine this whole rant is because, “You clearly hate trans people”, realize what I want is less harm in the world. Less harm means NOT chemically castrating kids. Less harm means not cutting off body parts of kids who are not even old enough to consent to the consequences of sex, much less permanently cutting parts of their bodies, and chemically stunting their growth. 

Pretty sure if most of the suicides of trans people were looked into, it wouldn’t be because of lack of acceptance. It would be lack of proper mental and emotional health. It would be the fact that rather than addressing the mental health of a person we just rush them to transition. 

The last point I will make is this. Once upon a time, you could be a guy or a girl, and rather than being taught from childhood to hate yourself, we just told guys, hey if you want to wear a dress, wear a dress. We might think you are gay, but ya know, maybe you just want to wear dresses. We told girls, hey if you want to wear a suit or jeans, you can do that. We might think you are a lesbian, but maybe you just like looking more masculine. Who knows. It was kind of a given for a number of years that you didn’t have to conform to gendered norms. Hell, in the 90′s girls started wearing baggy clothing in mass. That didn’t make them not women. It just means they wanted to dress comfortable, or act more masculine in general. 

Now a days, if the wrong people, see that, they will go out of their way to convince that girl, that she is NOT in fact a girl but a boy in a girls body. I consider that to be harm. Because what happens when that girl is peer pressured and led into believing she IS a boy. Then as soon as she transitions all of a sudden, her life gets a lot harder. She is stuck on chemicals for years, and might have a number of medical issue crop due to cross sex hormones or the surgeries done to the body not lasting. Her life goes from however hard it might have been, to 100x harder, which she won’t be prepared for, because no one is going to tell her what all is going to happen. And no one except people not following this narrative, are going to tell her the truth about the risks. No one except people that are not following this narrative are going to tell the person to go to a NON affirming therapist before they make any medical choices. 

I can’t count the number of people I’ve seen share stuff like off market CSH’s and blockers to minors. I can’t count the number of people I’ve seen share information on shrinks that will just give you a note so you can start hormones SAME DAY. And that’s scary to me that the people harmed the most by this are kids and those whom are autistic. And when they eventually do off themselves, the people who suggested all of that will go, “IT”S NOT MY FAULT! MAYBE IF SOCIETY WORSHIPED US THIS WOULDN”T HAPPEN!”. It’s sad but this really is a sick form of eugenics. And the people falling for it will end up never able to have kids or in fully developed bodies. And I feel bad for them. *sigh* This is a lot longer than I wanted it to be. Maybe I’ll turn it into a video with just audio and repost later. Just stay safe out there.  

[shotowoki]

LAW OF ATTRACTION— s.todoroki x f!reader

WORDCOUNT: 5k CONTENT: NSFW, female anatomy but gender-neutral pronouns, friends to lovers, wet dream, aged-up, sub reader, strong language, soft dom shou, cream pie, ass smacking (?), easily flustered reader, oral (both receiving), vaginal sex.

A wet dream about your roommate? Sounds like a disaster ready to unfold itself. There's no way you can look your roommate straight in the eyes after having him rearrange your damn guts. Well, in your imagination, at least. Or was it in reality?

His hips slammed down against yours, eliciting a whine to leave your parted lips. You panted for air, dragging your nails across your roommate's exposed back, sure to leave marks the next day.

"Can't handle it?" He breathed into your ear, his hushed tone causing shivers to roll down the back of your neck.

Was he joking? How could someone handle this? The way his dick stroked your velvety walls in and out, brushing against all the right spots that had you gushing onto him. And at a pace that he was currently going? Pumping in and out steadily, his stamina not wavering. You sure as hell could not handle it, your head dizzy with pleasure and eyes glossed in tears.

Rosy lips landed on your cheek, delicately wiping the tears that had poured out of your eyes. Euphoric could not even cover the way you felt right now.

"S-shit. You feel so good, baby." His voice came out slurred, a light whimper drenching his tone; it had your stomach tingling.

Just as you were about to come undone on him, an ear aching beep rang through your ears. Squeezing your eyes shut, you suddenly felt a bright light knock against your eyelids.

Body slightly sore and your throat somewhat dry, you were greeted by the morning sun. For a second, you felt lost. You darted your head side to side in a panic, confusion settling in. What was that? You felt a frustrating tingling sensation between your legs, slightly damp from the aftermath that was your... dream?

There was no way you just dreamt that. But there was no way that could have been real either. Groaning, you rubbed your eyes.

"Why him of all people? This is so fucking awkward!" You whisper yelled, slapping your head a couple of times. Almost as if you were trying to beat the memory out of your brain.

You felt yourself getting hot, ashamed of how you could have pictured your innocent roommate doing something like that to you. Considering he did not even show much attraction to you, to begin with. Though, you could not deny the curiosity that bubbled at the back of your head. What would he be like in bed? He was very monotone, but he has shown his more caring and laid-back side. He might even be better than your dream. But then again, he could just as equally be awful in the bedroom. Overall, it was a 50/50 guess. Damn, you really were a pervert, already entertaining lewd thoughts of him.

"Y/N, STOP THINKING THAT." You cursed yourself and your dense brain.

A simple dream had planted a seed deep within your mind, an attraction to your roommate blooming. In fact, you probably had liked him all along; this fantasy of yours was just an eye-opener.

Once more, you were drawn back into reality and out of your thoughts. The stinging sensation within your throat becoming overwhelming. Curse you and your habit of sleeping with your mouth open. Every morning your mouth is dry, sort of like you had been chewing on a cotton ball or something. Your mouth craved for even a droplet of water, but the taunting fear that Todoroki might be in the kitchen had you beyond nervous. If you bumped into him, you would be an awkward, stuttering mess.

Poor Todoroki honestly has no possible way of knowing your dream; he is not a mind reader. There was no reason for you to be so dramatic. You remind yourself of this fact, toughening up and marching out of your room while you still had the willpower.

Just as quickly as you had left your room, you wanted to crawl back in, the worst-case scenario presenting itself in front of you. There, your roommate stood by the coffee machine, his plaid pyjama bottoms hanging low on his hip and hair messily draping his eyes. The sight had your heart hammering in your chest, memories of your dream flooding back in. God, why did he have to be in the kitchen?

"Oh, y/n. Good morning." He greeted you with a weak smile, his voice raspy, perhaps still half-asleep.

"M-morning." As expected, your voice came out low, tongue tripping up on itself. You were not normally like this. Usually, you would be the first to spark up a conversation with him.

With your head down, you walked over to the kitchen aisle and took a seat. Todoroki stood just opposite you, facing the coffee he was currently brewing. Despite the seeming lack of attention he had on you as you entered, your unnatural tone did not go unnoticed by him.

"You sound tired. Sorry, it must be because I came home late last night. Was I too noisy?" He glanced at you for a second, tilting his head over his shoulder. The short-lived eye contact made you tense up, your eyes shyly fluttering away from him.

"Um, it's fine. I didn't hear you or anything." You intertwined your fingers, fidgeting with your nails. It seems like you had forgotten the aim of coming to the kitchen in the first place. Mind fogged after having seen your shirtless roommate that you embarrassingly had a wet dream about. No matter how hard you tried, you could not suppress the image of him on top of you.

Heat submerged your already flustered body as you replayed the images in your head. This was not good. How could you be thinking about him like that when he was right in front of you? The embarrassment was immense, which only made you choke up on the nervous gulp you were making. It served as a reminder for how dry your mouth still was, your cough scratching at the back of your throat.

Just as you were about to get up to finally pour yourself a glass of water, Todoroki was already reaching out to you with a glass. His slender fingers wrapped around the cup as he leaned over to you.

“Here you go, y/n. Are you sure you got enough sleep?” Your name sounded so pretty coming from his mouth and it had you feeling more bothered than before. Today was truly a curse.

You accepted his glass of water, fingertips slightly brushing past each other’s in the process. It had you holding your breath as you flustered. Luckily, Todoroki did not seem to notice as he swiftly diverted his attention back to his coffee.

“You’re more quiet than usual today. I’m sure I must have woken you up a bit last night.” His interrogation continued and you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself six feet underground.

“I’m sure… Don’t worry about it.” If only he knew why you were actually so quiet today. He definitely had been keeping you up at night, just not the way he was thinking.

“Sorry, I definitely woke you up. When I was passing your room last night, I could hear you grunting. Its okay, you can tell me when I am being too loud. Transparency between roommates is important.”

The sip of water you were just taking was soon blown out of your mouth, startled by his statement. There was no way this was currently happening. You chocked on the water, trying to recover from the announcement he just made. If he could not tell you were embarrassed before, he definitely could tell now.

“A-ah, that wasn’t because you were, u-um, loud or anything!” You shot your hands up in defence, squirming as you rushed to clean the water that was now soaking the table. Could he not be any more ignorant? You should at least be somewhat grateful that he is this dense. If it had been anyone else passing your bedroom, they would instantly realise what that “grunting” was.

“Y/n, are you okay? Let me help you.” He stood behind you, chest lightly pressing against your back as he reached to the puddle of water with a hand towel.

It was a surprising move, pausing you in your tracks as your heart began racing. Everything that could have gone wrong today was playing itself out.

“N-no, its fine! It’s my mess, I can clean it.”

“If it were not for my confrontation, you would not have spilt it. Its equally my mess as it is yours. My apologies.” With his head peering over your shoulder, watching the water, you could feel his breath gently fan your neck; goosebumps pricked along your skin. Is he doing this on purpose or is he genuinely just this thick in the head?

Taking in a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself for the remainder of the cleaning process. Luckily, he ended up moving away from you. But you could not deny the fact that you missed his presence behind you.

“Sorry about that once more.” Todoroki rubbed the back of his neck; a faint rose colour tainting his cheeks in what could only be embarrassment. He really just caused you to spill your drink. That is definitely the rudest thing he has ever done. Well, that is the way he saw it.

“Its honestly fine.”

“So, if I didn’t cause the grunting, what was it?” For fucks sake. He really was not letting go of this topic and it made your skin crawl in humiliation. Little did he know he was the cause of the grunting, just not directly.

“O-oh… It was just a silly dream.” You blurted out, avoiding his eyes.

“A dream?” He stared at you for a moment confused, his eyes wandering down your body and then back up to your eyes again. Did you mean a nightmare or maybe- oh! It suddenly clicked in his mind what you were on about and he could not have looked redder in his life. His hand darting to his mouth, coughing awkwardly.

“I’m so sorry… I should not have pressed the matter!” He shuffled his way back to his coffee, embarrassed that he so bluntly questioned your “grunting”. Despite the humiliation that boiled his body, he could not help the dissatisfaction that came with not knowing who exactly was in this dream with you. Truthfully, he had been crushing on you for a while now and picturing another person making you feel good had him frowning with envy. Now that he was really thinking about it, how could he have misinterpreted your moans? Though they were subtle, sounding more like whimpers, they definitely did not sound like grunts of frustration. Replaying the audio in his mind, your muffled voice behind your bedroom door at night, he felt himself getting hard. A mixture of lust and jealousy tearing through him. And before he could stop himself, his intrigue spilt from his mouth.

“So, who were you dreaming about?” He playfully smirked at you, having regained his composure as he drank his coffee. Your eyes widened in horror. It was a question you had not expected, feeling ashamed. You cannot just tell him its him. Having noticed your response, he was quick to play of his question. He let out a soft giggle before speaking up.

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” His laughter had you grinning slightly, crossing your arms in faux annoyance. Somehow, the usual nature of your relationship was returning despite the conversation taking an unsuspecting turn. The tension that had you paralysed earlier lifting from you. “But if I can guess who it is… Will you tell me?”

You started getting nervous again, a light adrenaline rush springing through you as you eyed him. There was little to no chance he would guess himself. Right?

“Fine, Ill tell you. You’d never guess right anyways.” You teased him back, displaying a smirk of your own. You watched as he put his hand on his chin, pretending to think really hard about his guess.

Deep in thought, he considered guessing himself. Even if it were not him, it would be a bit of harmless flirting. He is almost certain one of his friends has told him to flirt with you more, telling him he is too “friendzone-y” and that is why you do not like him back yet.

You watched the way his heterochromatic eyes pointed back at you, his gaze slightly intense and unreadable. Slowly, he took a few steps towards you.

“Is it me?” His hand left his chin, falling down to his chest making a point towards himself.

Instantly, your face fell, eyes wide and mouth parted. You could feel the panic shock through you as you stood speechless. Todoroki was definitely not expecting this reaction from you, he was ready to laugh his own statement off actually. Yet, when he saw your response, it instantly confirmed it.

“Wait, it IS me? I was simply joking around.” He was attentive to your bodily language, following the way your eyes shifted off to the side. Knowing now that those pretty little whimpers were caused by your filthy fantasies surrounding him had his pride skyrocketing.

“U-um. Yeah…” You muttered under your breath, exhaling a deep sigh. You sucked, you could not keep this to yourself for at least an hour.. Props to you for being the worst at keeping secrets.

The confirmation that slipped out your mouth set a flame at the pit of Todoroki’s stomach, his heartbeat slightly increasing in pace, the boner in his pants strained in the confinement of his bottoms.

“Should I take that as a compliment?” He grinned at you, but your response was simply an eye roll. “So, what happened in this dream of yours? I was in it; I feel like I have the right to know.” The proximity between you was once more reduced, with Todoroki’s frame coming closer to you. Leaning against the counter, he placed his cup to his side and eyed you. He did not hesitate to let his gaze wonder, which made your stomach flutter. The fact this was really happening right now felt unreal.

“I’m not saying.” You smiled at him, laughing off his request.

“Does that mean you want to show me instead?” He challenged you, the ends of his lips curling up into a smirk. And just like that, the adrenaline kicked right back in. Your heart hammered and you felt warmth travel down to your core. “I’ve honestly liked you for a while now, so I would not mind a re-enactment.”

 As he spoke, he leaned into you, the hungry look in his eyes more than evident. The way he held eye contact with you made you shudder. More than that, however, your heart raced. A confession so blunt would fluster anyone.

“Stop joking around right now.” You nervously chuckled, looking off to your side.

Yet, when your eyes came back to meet his, his lips had already landed on yours. They felt silky, melting gently against you. A hand at the side of your jaw accompanied his embrace, pulling you towards himself. Initial shock subsided as you returned his invitation, letting your own eyes fall shut. As he felt your hands travel up his torso, he took it as the “ok” to go. Carefully, he moved his lips against yours, capturing each lip in between his5h. You savoured the feeling of them against you. His lips were slightly damp with a sweetness to them, his taste unravelling into you as his tongue slipped in.

And the way his free hand gradually snaked around the back of your thigh had you squirming. His cold fingers gently raking up before they planted themselves on your ass, giving you a generous squeeze. It could not be helped that whimpers would escape your mouth, his greedy tongue swallowing every gasp that came. It felt surreal. Especially with how his light touches already had your senses overwhelmed. His hands made your legs quiver, stomach flip and skin burn. So, when his tongue explored every inch of you, curving to lick the roof of your mouth, you could not help yourself. Hands wrapping around this neck, pulling him closer. You had not noticed before, but with your chest flush against him, you could feel his heart racing.  Excitement flooded his system, loving the way your hands tugged and grabbed at him. Your soft moans sounding so much like the ones from last night.

“Sounds like you’re ready to demonstrate for me now?” He pulled away, his chest rising and falling as he tried catching his breath. A playful glint could be seen in his eyes as he looked at you. “Come on. Show me what we did in your dream.”

His hands wondered to your waist, his hands gliding up and down your sides. It delivered waves of nervousness as you scrambled for words.

“You already know… I don’t want to have to say it.” You spoke innocently, your voice quiet. You hoped your answer was enough to quench Todoroki’s curiosity, but he spoke up again.

“You know, if you don’t tell me, we can’t make that dream of yours become a reality.” He whispered into your ear, his breath smoothly trickling down your neck. It tickled yet felt pleasurable all the while.

While you stood there embarrassed, building up the courage to say what it is that you wanted, you could feel his hands pull your hips against yours. His own arousal showing itself as his bulge pressed up against you. It had you getting wet already. The friction from him rubbing encouraging the whimpers that were being held back to flee you. And as your gentle moans drowned his hearing, his lips came to meet your neck. Rolling his wet tongue out, suckling on your soft skin. With careful bites, he explored the sensitive spots of your flesh; he listened to how your voice quivered as he lightly tread parts of your neck with his tongue.

You began growing frustrated, wanting him more and more. His teases were not satisfying the sticky mess that was building up between your thighs.

“Y-you, you fucked me… in my dream.” Your body scorched in shame as you finally answered to his request. With that, his devour came to a pause. An unreadable expression meeting you as his gaze returned to your face.

“Y/n, I never knew you were such a dirty little thing.” He tilted his head to the side, a hand coming to palm your cheek. “Well, it would be impolite of me to not make your dream come true, right?” His fingers laced themselves with your hair, stroking the strands as he gave you a devilish smile.

You knew he was teasing you, cooing at you and your sexual fantasies as if he did not want you just as bad you wanted him. But giving into his own temptations, displaying desperation, was something he did not want to do. Watching you tremble at his words was enough for him, for now. After waiting so long to finally receive a sign of reciprocation of his feelings, he sure as hell was going to milk this situation. Flustering you with simple words was something Todoroki did not expect to be so turned on by.

“Y-yes.” You gave him a nob with a shaky voice. He could not wait to have you pinned down below him. Best believe he was going all out with you this morning.

Carefully, you watched the way he licked his lips, sighing out his nose. Those eyes of his already consuming every inch of your body as he stared down at your frame.

“Which room, darling?” A simple question led you into his room. Your eyes examined the space, plain and dark. It was exactly what you expected, yet you still felt nervous.

Soon you were tugged from your thoughts, Todoroki’s arms circling around your waist drawing you close to him. His fragrance engulfed you, a mixture of fresh linen and cologne. He kissed down your neck and to your shoulders, his plump lips leaving goosebumps behind.

The teasing was too much, all this contact and toying he was doing with you made your head spin. “Please just fuck me already.” You breathed out heavily, your hands gripping the sides of his thighs as you arched into him.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Ask and you shall receive, y/n.” He hummed into your ear, pulling at your earlobe before he spun you back around.

As eagerly as he spun you around, his lips reconnected with yours. Pushing into you ever so slightly as he sucked you in. His kisses were hungrier than before, mouth moving faster, teeth skin in deeper with a every capture of your lips. He backed you up into his bed, letting the two of you sink into his comforter.

The soft cotton submerged you, Todoroki’s weight gently pressed against you. He did not hesitate to let his hands run down your stomach, then to your abdomen before they crawled into your underwear. Shivers crept across your skin, your moans bouncing off the walls of his room. His fingers were cold as they stoked up your lips, your juices soaking him.

“F-fuck, your so wet for me.” He smirked at you as he pulled away from the kiss.

You could not take such embarrassing things being said from him, covering your face with your arm. “Hey! Don’t cover your pretty face like that.” His free hand gripped your wrist, pinning it above your head.

With your face exposed to him, he resumed his movement. He loved watching the way you parted your lips and squeezed your eyes shut as he ran his fingers across you. Your whiny whimpers made his heart race and he wanted nothing more than to be inside you already.

Smoothly, he slipped in two of his slender fingers in and instantly a moan exploded out of your mouth. You wrapped so snuggly around him, your plush walls contracting around him as he began pumping. The pace was initially slow, fingers curling to hit your g-spot. Heat spread across your chest and your back trickled with shivers as you relished in the way he worked your body. Moans and whimpers cascading from your lips.

He loved you like this, never before seeing such a lewd side of you. And so, he picked up his pace, his fingers moving faster and harder. Your body squirmed and your once quiet moans grew louder.

“Shhh, you don’t want the neighbours hearing you.” He warned you with a smile. Something about the way he kept up his innocent act had you more aroused. He spoke so smoothly, as though he did not even realise what he was doing to you right now. Your moans accompanied by the slushing of your juices rang through the room and Todoroki looked so nonchalant about it.

Legs bucking and back arching, you felt your stomach cave in as the pressure began building up in your abdomen. “I-I, please, don’t stop.” You whined out, your fingers gripping at the air. Just like you asked, he did not stop, he did not even say anything as he focused on you.

A wave of pleasure washed over your body, the pressure lifting as you came around your roommates’ fingers. Overwhelmed with his touch, you gasped and shook; he let you ride out your high. Your hips riding against him just the way you liked. And as your moans quietened out, he pulled his fingers out, your pussy trembling at the isolation.

“I think you’re ready for more.” He smirked down at your recovering body as you heaved for air.

His fingers rubbed your trembling thighs, hooking his fingers with your underwear to slip it down slowly. Your slick stringed down with the fabric. “Oh, what’s this.” He grinned at you as he pushed your thighs apart, eyeing the wetness that dripped down your fluttering hole. “Your so wet, just for me. I can’t imagine how sexually frustrating that dream must have been for you.” He mocked you, tilting down to speak into your ear.

All you could do was whinge in response, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. With Todoroki so close to you, you were unable to see what he was doing. But the shuffling of his hips with the sound of rubbing fabric, you could figure it out. As he pulled away, planting one final sloppy kiss on your swollen lips, he revealed himself to you.

His fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping himself lightly. He was bigger than you anticipated, your pussy tingling as you craved to feel him deep inside you.

“Don’t give me that look.” He faintly laughed, enjoying the way your eyes gawked at him. “Someone can’t stop themselves from staring. Come on, don’t be shy. I know you want to touch it.”

Swiftly, you sat up with your face at eyelevel with his throbbing dick. The tip just millimetres away from you. Your delicate fingers replaced his, your own hand stocking him up and down leisurely. You followed the vein that turned around his cock with your fingertips which caused Todoroki to groan. His cock twitched at your touch, a hot sensation caving in his stomach.

You started at the base, flattening your tongue out against him. And as you reached his tip, you swirled it around your tongue and gave it a wet kiss. Repeating this action once more, you heard a groan slip from his tongue, observing your every move attentively.  You wanted to hear his voice more, you wanted him to cry out for you just the way you did for him. Thus, you took him into your mouth, lips snuggly wrapped around him while your tongue poked past your bottom lip. You were quick with your movements, slurping all around him as you bobbed your head. With every hollow of your cheeks, Todoroki groaned more and more, his hand coming to nestle in your hair.

“S-shit, just like that y/n, just like that.”

Your balmy tongue tickled his base and your inner cheek rubbed him just the right way. He could not restrain himself from driving your head more and more into him. As you sucked him, he began guiding you, your speed increasing and his cock creeping further down your throat. Over and over again, the head of his dick banged against the back of your throat, and you were unable to stop yourself from gagging.

“You’re such a good girl, taking me like this.” He chuckled at you, his other hand coming down to stoke the side of your face.

Your eyes stayed watching him as you sucked him off, tears bubbling at the edges of your eyes as your gags became more and more intense. But he loved the way your throat clammed around him, and the way saliva poured down your chin, soaking him from his base to his tip. In fact, he loved it so much he could not help the whines that left him as well, your name falling out his mouth like a prayer. And he was so close, so close to releasing right there and then. But he stopped himself, jutting his hips back, freeing his dick from your mouth.

You gulped for air, seeing how his now swollen dick twitched. “Fuck, your way better at this then I thought.” He praised you, reconnecting your two lips. Your lips were drenched, and he could taste how hard you worked on his cock. You pushed him back slightly, opening your mouth to speak. “Todoroki, please just fuck me already.”

There was no holding back now. His hard cock ached to be swallowed by your velvety walls. Without a second thought, he had you pinned down, arms above your head as he stood at your entrance. How could he take his time now? He had no willpower left to tease you, craving every inch of you.

The way his hips suddenly slammed against yours, unprepared for the stretch that came with his dick, caused a loud moan to rip through your throat. He filled you up so well, feeling his tip deep within your stomach. He did not even hold back on the pace, fast and hard.

You whined against him, toes curling at how good he felt inside you. An electric sensation flooded your senses. His movements were quick, his dick gripped by your tight walls as he drove himself in and out. Hips bucking at yours, he rested your leg atop his shoulder. The curve of his dick hitting greater in you with each thrust he made.

His grunts and moans surrounded you, his mouth greedily exploring every inch of your skin. From licking your neck, to running his hand up your shirt, kneading your boobs. You curved and arched at the touches he made, his name coming out of your mouth with ever moan. His dick pulsing inside you and his hands all over your body made it hard to contain your pleasure. Your sloppy wetness gushing out around him, trickling down onto the covers.

And when he flipped you over, pushing your head down into the covers, hands behind your back as he began pounding you, your voice only grew louder. His dick pressed into your cervix with every pump had your eyes rolling, room echoing with gasps and whines. “Fu-uck, please, don’t stop.”

You whined, thrusting yourself back onto him. His eyes were glued to the way your ass jiggled, rippling every time it came to smack back against his abdomen. He could not resist his wondering hand that came down to smack it. Cries flew out your mouth, the sting burning through your flesh in the best way imaginable.

“Again, please.” You managed to mutter out through your gasps.

And just like you asked, his hand came smacking back down. He rubbed the area ever so slightly, his fingers massaging your smooth skin. The way you squeezed so tight around him after his hand contacted your sensitive skin made his breath unsteady.

His thrusts only quickened in pace, grinding down into you as his voice got more and more shaky. Edging on his own orgasm as he felt your walls quiver. Again, and again, he tugged you back against himself, somehow reaching deeper within you. Your walls leaking all around him as you melted into the sheets.

You felt as though you were coming undone, legs bucking and vision getting hazy. Flooded by how good you currently felt. That same overwhelming weight building in your abdomen.

“I’m c-close.” Your words just barely came out your mouth as moans got lodged in your throat.

Todoroki’s grunts and wavering stamina suggested he was close as well. Your stomach bubbled with warmth, legs buzzing and your eyes rolling. One more thrust from your roommate, and it all came undone. You completely melted at his mercy, calling out his name as he continued to thrust into you. You could hardly handle it until you felt him fill you up.

With his own high calming down, he released ropes into you, his white cum dressing your walls. His tempo slowed, and his voice became more hushed. And then it had all come to a pause as he pulled out and you fell flat on the sheets. His warm semen drizzled out of you, your hole still twitching at air as you caught your breath.

“Was it like your dream?” Todoroki spoke out, flopping down beside you as he panted for oxygen.

“No… it was even better.”

You gave him a delicate smile, still euphoric after what just happened.

“Well, could I call you mine then?” He leaned in for a kiss, pecking your lips. You barely had any energy left, giving him a nod with all the strength you could. “Y-yes.”

With that your morning ended, and your dream had turned to reality. You fluttered your eyelids shut to get some rest you definitely deserved while Todoroki, your now boyfriend, ran around the apartment trying to clean up the mess you two just made.

[copiousloverofcopia]

Maybe some fluff with Terzo or Copia where their s/o just curls up and bingewatches Puella Magica Madoka (or any series of your choosing really) with them during their break from tour?

Ok Anon, I will be honest with you...

My friends make fun of me for the fact that I'm a "retro anime snob"...and basically I haven't seen or watched anything released after 2005 😅 with very few exceptions....

That being said I did my best to accomodate your request 😁

Hope it's not too bad 🥰 thank you for the ask!

-Also just fyi, I have a TON of asks I'm working in along with PM requests and my regular chapter fics so be patient with me please 🥰

So here we go this is SFW and the reader is nongendered or gender neutral so all can enjoy a self insert 😁

Too Small Couch

"It's good Papa, I promise." You told him, watching Terzo roll his eyes. Terzo, you, and Copia made your way back to Terzo's Papal suites, a few DVDs clutched in your hands and a skeptical look on Terzo's face.

"Just give it a chance, maybe you'll like it…it does have magic after all." Copia reasoned. Terzo hemmed and hawed all the way inside.

"Hmm…" he mumbled, thinking of ways he'd rather spend time with the two of you.

"Seriously Papa, who are we to deny our lover their one request." Copia said as they entered the room.

The three of you prepared the living area for the night. Copia fluffing up the pillows on the small couch, terzo dimming the lights, and you making your selections as the three of you prepared to binge watch some anime. The first choice of the evening—Puella Magica Madoka. One you had watched so many times before coming to the Abbey, it was embarrassing to count.

Now despite its dark themes, it was a source of comfort for you when you needed a reminder of home. You were feeling homesick a lot lately, especially with Terzo off jet setting the globe. Now he was back and staying for a bit in between legs of the tour. This was the perfect opportunity to indoctrinate them into your obsession.

"If it means that much to you tesoro, then we can absolutely watch." Terzo hummed as he planted a kiss on the crown of your head. Copia smiling and nodding behind you, pleased with Terzo's decision. The three of you snuggled up onto the couch in Terzo's Papal suite.

"You sure we shouldn't watch downstairs, this couch isn't made for the three of us." Terzo pondered.

"It certainly had no problem holding the three of us the other night." You blushed, Copia's eyes widening at the memory–his face even redder than yours.

"True, true." Terzo smiled, beckony you to sit with his finger. The couch was small, yes but the blankets, pillows, and your favorite snack on hand ready for a night of magic, friendship, and just some damn good anime—made it all perfect.

"So Sayaka just becomes a witch over some musician?" Terzo asked, both you and Copia giving him 'the look'. Terzo threw up his hands, unaware he'd done anything wrong.

"Ahhh that scene is coming up, don't spoil it." You chided, but only partly, as you stretched out across them. Terzo petted your head as the three of you watched on, illuminated in the darkness by the light of the screen. You buried your cold feet behind and behind Copia, the perfect human heater.

"Amore, why are your feet always so ice cold!" He yelped, joking forward as you made contact with the bareskin of his back.

"I don't know, why are you always so warm?" You asked with a chuckle in your voice and you wiggled them around against him.

"Like a furnace, that one." Terzo laughed. Copia shook his head, submitting to your whims. The three of you watched together all night long. It was wonderful, the quality time spent together in each other's company. The drama, the darkness, the bittersweet ending all felt deeply.

Copia was a sniffling mess through all of it and there was even a time or two that the 'dust' was getting to Terzo's allergies. It was a simple night, but one to remember. "What do you say we watch some Ghibli now?" You smiled, hiding up Spirited Away.

"Anything for you amore." Terzo said, Copia nodding in agreement. You hopped up to replace the disc and quickly headed back to your lovers. The three of you, snuggling together once more on the too small couch.

[caffeineandsociety]

Another reason the "socialization" argument is bullshit is that this demand to uphold the contract goes ALL ways.

If you are a man, you must be the MANLIEST man, and you must PROVE it by punishing those Less Manly Men for their "failure".

And if you are a woman, you must be the PERFECT woman, and you must demonstrate it by punishing other women for their "failures". We just don't tend to see it as being equivalent thanks to...you guessed it, misogyny!

We don't see girl-on-girl gendered bullying for the abuse it is, because "girls are too weak to do serious harm" - it's just "cattiness", it's just "chick fights", it's just what girls do (because they're just all a bunch of overemotional harpy bitches, right?).

It's mothers, not fathers, who are the primary purveyors of "sweetie don't get your dress dirty" "when are you going to get married and give me grandkids?" "it's just ONE dinner please just wear the dress" "you'll never get a boyfriend if you go out looking like that" and all that other bullshit.

You say you don't want kids while being perceived as a woman, and who shows up to INSIST that you're wrong and you'll DEFINITELY change your mind some day? Mostly women - it often feels like the simple phrase "I don't want kids" is a summoning call for every damned tradwife or wannabe tradwife in a 50-mile radius.

Women aren't immune to patriarchal ideology by virtue of being harmed by it - in fact, they have a key role in upholding it.

This said, I would argue that it's not entirely true that the punishment that men get for failing at their role is necessarily worse. It's stricter, how far you can deviate before "punish the freak" kicks in at full force, in some respects (I've never known a 5-year old girl to be smeared as a probable sexual predator for wanting to play with trucks, but MANY kindergarten-age boys being treated as such for wanting to play with Barbies, for example) but more forgiving in others (see: how the threshold for being considered "fat (derogatory)", for women, is "letting it be visible that you have any subcutaneous fat at all like some kind of human"), but once you deviate far enough, it's been my observation that we all kind of meet at the bottom - that is to say, you have the Men, who are valued more than the Women, but BOTH of them are valued more than the freaks, the fatties, the faggots, the dykes, the trannies, the hermaphrodites, the uglies, the failures.

But, society at large will dangle a carrot on a string for us. "Just be cisgender", they say. "You can't hack it as a man but you made a perfectly fine tomboy, nothing wrong with that," people say. "You'll never be a real woman, just admit you're a man who likes pink," they say-

Hoping that we forgot that they didn't fucking like that either.

Here's a key part of the transfemme experience that is very overlooked: when you don't pass, people don't actually see you as a man, or treat you like a man.

[akufiwaku]

QD MC: @queenstowndetective-if

Name: Journey “Jonie”

Gender: Genderfluid

Last name: Hazelwood

Eye color: Stoplight green

Hair color: Blonde(depends on the lighting tbh)

Skin tone: Olive, with a few scars

Journey is rather mixed in terms of behavior, on one hand they are indeed rather polite, but on most says they tend to be rather snarky and riles up people with their sarcastic side comments.It only worsens if they broken up with their fiancé,they can be nice…if you pick the right time to have a simple conversation with them.

Inside the bureau they work at, Journey does at least try to be a standup person, but that all goes away if their client is talking shit while they’re having a not-so great day. However they do become sweet and affectionate when their fiancé Ariel(if not broken up)comes to get them, the PDA is sweet, albeit a tad bit horny-

While Journey continues to be a menace both in & out of work a couple of times, they’re usually rather mellow when they’re out somewhere, maybe it’s the fresh atmosphere or someone tripped and fell in some mud, either way seeing them NOT cause a ruckus is…uncharacteristic of them.

This out of the blue softness also comes with the fact they tend to be more calmer when with loved ones, or at least the ones that don’t mind the shit they’ve caused. Journey never really talks about something serious when they interact with a friend or two, but once it comes to something that NEEDS to be discussed, they’re here to listen.

Other trivia

If it’s okay, they tend to talk to their friends in a vulgar language, along with calling them nicknames with no despicable intention behind it, just for shits & giggles

Cuts their hair on their own, which is why it always looks so damn awful

Always brings an umbrella.

Did fencing during college, was decent at best but doesn’t do it a lot because work :/

Is scared of animals, like all of them, within a single meter close to them. Will run away if you chase them with one

They’re colorblind! So it’s not their fault they can’t see the massive red flags Ariel & Bea give off-/j

A part of them is aware of Ariel’s possessiveness towards them, but because of attachment issues they never really discussed it(they broke up for another reason)

Journey is actually rather easy to manipulate if you play your cards right. And they’re damn well aware of it

[tumblingxelian]

OK, @rachelsshowerthoughts I have my head in the game & some time to write!

Firstly I am so glad you like this so much, thank you & some quick notes before I address your stuff!

So my initial thinking was Adrien & Chloe can use the transformation to pass as the same person, thus fooling Fu. Not as sure this is necessary, especially as given how said transformation works it could also be taken as a gender fluidity matter. Or its just Ladybug at first who knows about the 'siblings'; basically just gotta keep Fu off their backs at first XD

Also I forgot at the time that we already had a plan for Adrien's birthday, IE the chill hang session with Nino so a kidnapping party at Adrien's is not likely, which is probably for the best story structure wise XD

OK onto your insightful additions!

Ooooh Marinette also having a friend as her body double is extremely fun and clever & really adds to the parallels between the kids and their respective upbringings, responses and treatment by adults and others, kudos!

Good insights regarding Alya too, like I think in canon she was Marinette's go to as she also tried to give her the bee, but yeah in that situation there really wasn't anyone else to choose either. Kagami meanwhile, been around even longer, made real effort to make sure they could be friends & she has 100% thrown down with an Akuma right?

...

Oh wait, I think I just realized that your post does not in fact indicate Marinette knew all along, but was indeed fooled until the confrontation with Fu, please belay my previous remarked! I would remove them but they were already in the notes so context is necessary XD

Also yes I love Marinette being like, "I 'guess' they're siblings???" works so well. I imagine that Adrien is on the Chat Noir staff phone while Chloe is there in person cos she has more freedom to move around than he does.

There's a subtle voice filter to keep Marinette from noticing ;)

Also I love Marinette being like, well yes the Guardian doesn't like it, and yes they are breaking the rules, but gods that is so convenient and clever!!!

But of course, "Not that Marinette would EVER do something like that, once the Guardian makes his stance clear! Oh no, absolutely not!" XD

Also yeah that all makes a good deal of sense. Low key I could see Marinette choosing Kagami if Origins still has the Stoneheart army, but not being able to get to her before Alya or Kagami or someone is in danger. So she'd definitely be the default, go-to in her mind for body double, look alike replacement and so on.

Also gosh that is such a good justification for Marinette to do it and and freaking loved that dialogue XD Kagami must be so confused but maybe also a little like, "Well this explains a lot and or she's even sicker than she realizes."

Also yeah, the public is probably just like, "Damn, Ladybug is less playful today" while Kagami's like "Must succeed no second chances" & whichever blonde is current Chat is just (oO) Also Kagami's explanation 'dialogue' & the medicine drop off bit, again, so good XD

As to why Fu is OK with it, I think it'd be a combo of things.

Off the cuff is the fact that while yes Marinette knowingly broke a rule she did so by necessity, so he's already inclined to be a bit more patient.

From his perspective both because of when & why they did it & their refusal to face consequences the Chats are doing so for childish reasons.

Then there is the fact he is angry at Plagg who either did not tell them or almost certainly did, meaning Plagg was breaking the rules and likely so were both Chats.

Then there is the simple fact he did not choose Chloe at all & he does put thought into this, let alone the widening circle of people aware of the Miraculous concerns him.

The there is the fact that so far Marinette has been obedient & respectful while the Chats have been argumentative, contentious & even implicitly threatening in Chloe's case.

Chloe: I won't reveal your location to the damned supervillain, but I will come by here every day and make your life a nightmare. Adrien: She'll do it too, she has free time & pettiness is powerful.

So it isn't entirely baseless but at the same time he fact he makes it clear that Marinette can do this again and as she feels is necessary. That is the part that I think really sells that he is being unfair and that some of that is frankly just down to pettiness that they aren't listening.

& yeah I can see the Chats, especially Adrien being a bit more patient with Fu at first. Yes they broke the rules but it made sense, they are used to needing to define their own limits cos the adults in their lives are unreliable. But this is dangerous magic & it was meant to be secret, so...They'll grudgingly take it on the chin but stand their ground.

Then Fu just gives everything to Ladybug & its like what the fuck?

Now its personal, now its about them, now there is something he specifically finds wrong in them or that is wrong with him & either way, they are not taking that shit anymore. So Fu's locked in & its tense.

This might actually be a good scenario for them to talk to Ladybug once they leave about some family stuff & due to lacking bias she is actually sympathetic. Extra points if its Chloe doing the talking.

Also good insight regarding the training too, that works really well & adds another element of how Fu is being unreasonable. Yes Kagami can fight but can she be Ladybug? The Chat have being doing this more or less as long as each other, so Marinette if anything was the irresponsible one here,

Or it was Fu but no one point that out ;)

(I tend to imagine part of why Fu picks teens is cos he figures if he's wrong & they are bad its easy to take the powers back, not so from an adult. Like its rather ruthless but it makes sense.)

As to the Roger stuff yeah I think that fits.

The Order is a toxic environment, his training was incomplete, his guilt complex is massive and he is deeply terrified of what the Miraculous powers can do when in the wrong hands. He's also extremely experienced & has by & large done this fairly well for a long time but at both great cost and with some failures that eat at him.

That's a strong concoction for "I know best" that makes even benign actions risk being obtuse & unpleasant because its so hard to push against.

Not letting the Kwami know secrets is actually not too terrible if only because otherwise Nooro would 100% have been forced to reveal some shit he really shouldn't.

But otherwise yeah I agree and also think it needs to blow up in his face.

I think much like canon his habit of having Marinette run to him for Miraculous should do it. Maybe Gabriel realizes they are switching out much sooner & sets out watchers & timers & grid patterns. Steadily triangulating Fu's general location and being able to strike him there without any of the heroes themselves screwing up.

As an aside, if Stormy Weather is the second Akuma, it should totally be Chloe's turn.

Picture this.

Adrien's doing modelling, his bodyguard is there, a camera man, plus some kids from school & a small child.

Sneaking away to be a super hero would be tricky at best.

But Chloe? She was just hanging in the general area to keep him company or bail him out, he can just toss her the thing.

Besides, its apparently a weather girl with some wind powers, how bad can it really be?

Cue Stormy Weather being literally one of the strongest Akuma ever, ensuring Chloe's first debut is as chaotic as Chat's X3

Adrien: So, how long before they make a Chat Face-plant compilation? Chloe: It was not the dignified debut I planned, but in all fairness, what the fuck was that girls power level!?

Adrien: Over nine thousand! Chloe: One thousand and six! Both: ... Wrong dub!

I had the most hilarious Aware AU thoughts:

OK, so everything leading up to Origins is the same as discussed.

When Adrien stops to help Fu he's almost caught but Chloe was waiting outside & jumped in when Nathalie showed up and made a sufficient enough spectacle that Sabrina could grab Adrien and they bolt into the school.

Argument over seats ensues, Adrien & Nino making tentative friends.

Kagami is probably around but maybe not in this class. Gabriel is irritated but also figures that an Akuma attack is a good reason to force Adrien out of going to school & keeps Nathalie waiting. So he can't even head out to the arcade across the street.

This is all a big red flag to Nino when he hears & sees that yes, Adrien's bodyguard & his fathers assistant have basically parked outside the school to obsessively watch them all day.

Stuff happens, Ivan becomes an Akuma & in the chaos Adrien, Chloe & maybe Sabrina, grudgingly agree to go to the Agreste Mansion cos it is at least very heavily fortified. Minor argument with Nathalie but time is dead bodies with a giant rock monster around.

Anyway this means Adrien has company when he finds Plagg.

Fortunately the Kwami of Destruction is all in favor of teenage rebellion "Fuck yeah, stick it to the old people!" & has no issue ignoring that Chloe knows Adrien's identity, though they do work to cover it up a little bit when needed.

But, but, but, here's the fun part.

Chloe also becomes Chat Noir.

Not all the time but when its impractical for Adrien to do it she dons the ring. Both already having many aesthetic commonalities and a familiarity with each others personalities, the way the Glamour works & mild physical form changes when transforming and... No one notices, not even Fu!

Also both flirt with Ladybug, a lot.

This also helps keep a bit of a divide going once Fu is discovered, because Adrien shares details on the book with at least her, or potentially the entire "Shitty parents club". & this leads to knowing about Fu earlier and a more contentious relationship.

IE, he wants to take Plagg back, Plagg does not want to go back, they do not want Plagg to go back & they have enough information to make Fu's entire operation very fucking difficult.

Also the book may be found or stolen earlier.

Like Bubbler is a great time/excuse to trash the mansion for funsies ya know?

Obviously Marinette is not a fan of this whole... Everything, even if she doesn't get all the details or learn IDs, she respects authority figures and seniors, & though she might not want to lose Chat she doesn't think turning it into a contest of wills is the "Right" way to fix things.

Also I think Kagami might be Marinette's first pick for an extra ally which might happen sooner as Fu would want someone else more in line with his thinking on side.

This isn't a dig at Alya, but in Aware Marinette as technically known Kagami longer. Sees her as very respectful & dutiful, and has 100% seen her bravely try to throw down with Akuma to keep people safe.

Meanwhile the bee, or perhaps snake or tiger can still end up lost XD

Chat: Me, knowing the location of the Miraculous no one told me was missing? Its less likely than you think! Also Chat: Hey, new hero, we should definitely 100% accept this person & not question their identity!

One big difference between Fu & the other shitty adults, is that he's much more like Roger. IE, he is trying to do the right thing, genuinely does not want to bring anyone pain. He is just intensely paranoid & overly cautious tot he point where it can become harmful.

So, first of all, this is hilarious to me. Yes, absolutely, all of this.

second, I see your "Kagami is chosen by Marinette first", and raise you "As a body double". Like, I think part of why Alya gets picked to be the Fox was proximity - the Akuma was her little sisters, it was the middle of the night, she's already aware of the situation, Marinette trusts her and needs a teammate, boom, Alya gets to be the Fox. However, for Kagami, you're right, she does know her longer here, so probably trusts her more. So, I suggest learning about the "Cat Siblings" (this is Marinette's best guess, if she doesn’t have their identities, that the Chat Noir duo are siblings) gives Marinette ideas. Like, yes, Fu is clearly against it, but part of Marinette probably thinks "dammit, that’s such a good system, though!". How many times has she been screwed over because she had to be Ladybug, and completely fucked up her schedule? There being TWO people to be Cat Noir, while not ideal, is still better for Cat Noir in general. Not that Marinette would EVER do something like that, once the Guardian makes his stance clear! Oh no, absolutely not!

Which, uh, doesn’t mean she hasn’t THOUGHT about someone else to let borrow the earrings in an emergency, OR that she hasn’t thought about Kagami specifically, OR that she hasn’t quietly discussed it with Tikki (in hypotheticals) what to do if she's taken out! So (my best guess for what happens) when Marinette comes down with a particularly nasty flu, and can't even stand up without feeling dizzy, she actually doesn’t think that long before calling up Kagami, like, "uh, hey, weird question, do you think you could take over being Ladybug for me? I can taste colours, and not in the fun way."

Of course, Kagami does it, and because she's VERY different from Marinette (personality-wise) while the public is fooled thanks to the Glamour, Cat Noir is "uh, excuse me? Who are you???", and Kagami has to awkwardly explain that your regularly scheduled Ladybug currently has a fever of one hundred and four, and can't really leave the bathroom right now, so she's filling in. After it’s all over, she quickly leaves to give Marinette the earrings back (maybe drop off some medicine?), and Cat Noir(e) is left feeling, like, "ha, maybe the old man will get off our backs now, Ladybug clearly agrees with us!"

Which. Uh. Yeah, no, that doesn’t really happen. Maybe Ladybug's just better at explaining it, (or Fu is just a little prejudiced against the Cat in particular, I imagine the Order weren’t Plagg’s biggest fans, Fu probably internalized a lot of their shit), but he's . . . not OKAY with Ladybug sharing her ID and position with another person, but much more understanding. If Marinette was really that sick, then going out as Ladybug would have been seriously detrimental to both her and the fight against Hawk Moth. And there NEEDS to be a Ladybug in every fight, to purify the Akuma. Yes, Fu would rather she hadn’t done it, but it was clearly the right decision at the time, so Fu will trust Marinette on this. He still doesn’t recommend doing it too often, but a back up Ladybug is clearly a good idea.

Well, this means that Back Up Cat is good too, right? Nope! Still salty about them, still thinks one of them should knock it off, still thinks he should take the Miraculous back!

Yeah, you can imagine how this is going down with the Cat Noir(e) Duo. ESPECIALLY because this is the Aware Kids. It’s every instance of favouritism, of "unexceptional", of "not good enough". Congrats Fu, you just got knocked into "Adults we DO NOT trust"! You already had a foothold, now you get a proper seat!

On the flip side, I see this as where Marinette starts questioning Fu a little more. Because for all her black and white mentality, all her naïveté, the double-standard is GLARING. She's spent the past few months watching the battle of Wills that is Cat Noir(e) Vs Fu. She was expecting a HELL of a talking to once she wasn't throwing up her stomach. Instead, she gets mild disappointment at the SITUATION, general understanding, and even gets COMMENDED for her reasoning and quick reaction to the situation. Which makes her go "waitwait,wait, wait, hold the FUCK up", because what? What the HELL? Why is it ok if SHE does the thing that Fu's been railing against, but not Cat Noir(e)? Good grief, shouldn’t it have been a worse decision? The Cat Noir(e) Duo at least started at roughly the same time. They've been training and getting better alongside her. Now that Marinette's no longer fever-fogged, she's thinking it honestly would have made more sense to have Tikki take the earrings, and go find one of the duo to be a replacement Ladybug. They would have at least had some idea what they were doing! But no, instead she sent a friend, who had barely any idea, to do the job. And that's . . . . fine? What? And DON'T say it’s cause Ladybug needs to be there to purify the Akuma, Marinette knows she NEEDS back up! If anything, the Cat Noir(e) Duo was always kind of a comfort to her, cause she knew she was always likely to have SOMEONE there to support her. Fu so clearly showing favouritism is a hit to Marinette's view of all authority figures being kind and reasonable, making her start questioning him a bit more. Which, ya know, is probably needed.

On Fu himself, yes, he is very much like Roger. I'm not sure on how the particulars work out, since we have no idea what Roger's home life was like as a kid, but I've been operating under the adage "nothing exists in a vacuum". Roger didn’t spring forth fully formed with his opinions on "serving the public (toxic)", he had to learn that somewhere. Someone taught him those views, which he's passing onto Sabrina. And we SEE, at least partially, Fu getting taught his paranoia - if not from the Order itself, from the incident that took the Order away, which Fu probably feels a lot of guilt for. Which, as far as I can tell, he's managing by doubling down on the few teachings he had. Don’t give out IDs. Always put the Miraculous back in the box, don’t let them out. Don’t let the Kwami know any secrets.

Unfortunately, much like Roger, I feel like Fu also needs to see his stubbornness blow up in his face before he realizes he's fucking up.