#gdi I did the hands behind the back thing

[stayininmylane]

My man eyin up his bodkin huh

[iitodoiidas]

got a bit of time tonight, so i want to ramble about my boy Iida Tenya, and my own thoughts and feelings about the manga's ending.

this is long, LONG, and rambly and perhaps filled with grammatically incorrect sentences, and i dislike capitalization, so click read more at your peril!!!!

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as an Iida fan, the ending of the manga is a huge, HUGE let down. i'm actually expecting to be disappointed tbh, with the slow and steady pushing of Iida as a character off to the side to make way for the Midoriya-Bakugou-Todoroki power trio.

and you know, i get it! thematically, they are the inheritors of All Might and his spirit of Heroism. and they deserve the spotlight too, given how much they grew as characters vs the start of the story.

(((

i'm not a big Bakugou fan (tho i find him v funny at times, like how you'd find a rabid racoon funny) , but his character arc is very satisfying for me as a reader. love that even in the end he's still a lil shit ahha! but the way he initiated and funded the whole armor thing for Midoriya means he's still trying to atone for all the shit he did in their past. which! good on him tbh.

Todoroki, my sweet summer child, has been abused physically, and emotionally suffered enough all his life, and i'm so glad he's on the path of healing now, and also away from his dad's shadow too.

Midoriya… hmm, personally, i would have preferred for him to have remained a teacher instead of going back to heroics. it would have been a great call back to the original premise of the story that questions "can a boy with no super power become a hero too?", because the answer will be "yes!" because you know damn well he'll be looked up to by every class he handles. and given his expertise upon analyzing quirks, think of how valuable his battle advice and tactics must be, especially to kids who are just beginning to understand their quirks!

generations of student heroes, learning from his battle/fight strategies, his ideals on heroism, and most importantly his kindness and desire to help people, and then putting those values in practice in the real world. wouldn't that be a great way on how you begin to establish a truly peaceful society?

)))

but… Iida. i think... Iida's been left behind by the story by the end of it.

i almost didn't include this pic bc it offends me so much. like why is my boy banished off to the corner!? HE DESERVES A SPOT ON THAT COUCH TOO GDI!!

bias aside, you cannot tell me that Iida's contribution to story isn't IMMENSE. he is very much essential to Midoriya's growth as a hero and Todoroki's path to healing (and Bakugou's... as a classmate and a non-dear friend lmaoooo) that neither would be possible without Iida's presence and influence.

Iida (and Uraraka) being the first to offer friendship to a very insecure Midoriya, and how important Iida reaching out his hand again to Midoriya was again later on when Midoriya needed help the most; Iida reminding Todoroki of himself when Iida's going down a dark and dangerous path away from his ideals, saving him, and then being saved in turn, because of how well they relate to and understand each other. Iida being the foundation of their entire class, the way he's offered steadfast support to every one of them.

just... sighhhhh...... we didn't even hear his graduation speech as a senior? i like Mirio well enough, and i also get that the war's just happened before they graduated which is a bummer sure and that needs to be addressed, but i feel like we also deserve parting words from OUR student representative. it would have been a nice send off too to the Class A as we know them, by having their class president acknowledge their efforts and hard work.

and then... the timeskip.

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sighhhhhhh.................

ok i'll get to timeskip Iida later.

i've mentioned before how utterly wasteful i find it that Hori didn't flesh out the Iida family, as a foil against the Todoroki's.

like you have these boys from two families, similarly deeply rooted in the hero culture but with such highly contrasting upbringing. on one hand you have the Todoroki's, led by the no. 2 hero of all of Japan, who bc of ambition, had abused and traumatized all members of his small, nuclear family. and on the other, a multi-generational family of heroes, not high enough in the rankings, but successful enough to be known and respected by most of the population (also they're def super loaded too, like they have a damn BUILDING with their signature hero name!!!)

Tensei's presence in the story was underutilized too. here you have a well-known, well-liked hero who was established to have a team of sidekicks who work well together (as per Vigilantes). how interesting it would have been to have Tensei (and the Iida fam) to appear again in the story just as the hero society is collapsing? this family who made it their identity and business to help and save people as quickly and efficiently as possible? like... how could they have dealt with the fallout of the common people no longer trusting them and being actively hostile against known heroes?

knowing what we do about Tensei though, i doubt this will stop him. he'll for sure still be trying to help out people in need, even if he's already retired and while wheelchair-bound. which i also think is super unfair btw like we have Mirko with her super cool prosthetics, why can't Tensei have robot-assisted legs too??? and that's considering the Iida family who seem to primarily have mobility/tech hybrid based quirks, for sure they must have a team of tech experts specializing on mobility on hand as well????

imagine Tensei calling Tenya up one day saying he's got a surprise for his bb bro! and Tenya comes over all curious and stuff, and then Tensei greets him standing up with prosthetics, with a design that is inspired by Tenya's own leg-Engine quirk. then Tensei goes to explain that even if Tenya keeps saying that Tensei is his hero, Tensei would also like to declare that the new Ingenium is his hero, whom he'd like to honor with the design, and that someone he'd hope to work with in the future, even as a civilian background support. and in a few moments after that sinks in, Tenya will just bawl his eyes out (and then Tensei joins in in a bit bc let's be real these brothers adore each other v much)

and also..... i keep thinking what a reunion it would have been if Stain himself could have witnessed that "altruism" is well and truly alive, not only from the younger, but also from the elder Ingenium, both of whom he'd failed to kill?

siggggghhhhhhhh......

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anyways, back to Iida Tenya. (i'll use Tenya now to refer to him, since i'll also mention Tensei a lot.)

i mentioned Tensei and the Iida fam first, bc somehow i thought we'd see a glimpse of them again before the manga ends. like an acknowledgement that Tenya had indeed proven himself worthy of the Ingenium name. wishful thinking, considering Inko (main character's mom!!!!!!) wasn't even given the chance to comfort and acknowledge her son (the main character!!!!!) as a hero as to what he has gone through to save their whole society!

anyways, so the last we see of Tenya, he's working with others, touring elementary schools, and spreading awareness and expanding quirk counseling headed by Uraraka. it's a noble pursuit yes, and beneficial too, if it could help kids with misunderstood quirks like Toga. but i can't help but feel Tenya's talents and skills could have been better put elsewhere.

like... rebuilding the Team IdaTen for example.

now, everything from this point on is all wishful thinking on my part, as an Iida Tenya fan who loves his character and story arc, and thinks he deserves a better ending.

Team IdaTen, as per Vigilantes manga, comprises of Sidekicks working under Ingenium, and their credo is (not verbatim, sorry) "to come to people's aid as quickly as possible". And this is a credo that Tenya has taken to heart, and is the core of his heroism. As the inheritor of the Ingenium name, isn't it a logical conclusion to have him step up as the new leader of the team?

in an Iida-led manga, maybe Tenya's challenge for this is how to prove himself as a capable leader amongst his brother's veteran Sidekicks. For sure they already know Tenya as their former leader's baby brother, but how about as a leader? maybe some of them won't be able accept Tenya as a replacement, being too loyal or different from his older brother.

or... is there stil even Team IdaTen? maybe many of them quit when Tensei retired, maybe some got disillusioned and quit too during the collapse of hero society. and for sure many of them also died or got injured during the war.

Tenya's goal could be to search and recruit his own Team IdaTen, a team which specializes as first responders. like if there's any disaster or accident, you'd be sure Team IdaTen is first on the scene!! they'd be helping who they can, and relay info to other responding heroes and other pros.

hmmm..... maybe that can explain Tenya's presence in Uraraka's advocacy to improve the quirk counseling? maybe he's recruiting potential, future Team IdaTen members. he'd be on the look out for speed-based, or mobility-based quirks, but would also be welcoming of other types for sure! the only important thing is their desire to help people and that they agree to the Ingenium credo, which is saving people takes priority out of everything.

and yknow, maybe this is also his way to help curb Vigilantism, which is another problematic issue in a hero society, and help set people on a more lawful path into becoming proper heroes. like how Tensei tried to recruit Koichi after seeing his potential and desire to help without having the means. it would have been a great callback to the values Tensei had inspired on Tenya, which he would then be able to pass on to a new set of heroes/sidekicks he'd lead as a team.

siiighhhhhhh.......

okk i'm running out of steam now. i will just continue being sad over Iida's wasted storylines for the foreseeable future. ( ; ^ ; ) </3

[aprillikesthings]

Me, squinting at my own fic: is this too out of character

Also me: you put them in a different setting and that's going to happen

blah blah thinking out loud about characterization in my au fic behind the readmore, some of which is a little spoilery

(note: this...got long. bc of course it fucking did.)

in canon Adora very much has a rebellious streak--yes, some of it is just her incredibly strong moral compass, but that doesn't explain away, like, stealing a skiff after making force captain

BUT ALSO she is, famously, a people-pleaser (Because Trauma™️) and it could be said she did it because she knew it would make Catra happy

but then AGAIN as a small kid she called Octavia a dumb face (...to cheer up Catra) and talked Catra into getting a closer look at the Black Garnet, but that's less "rebellion" and more "poor impulse control in the face of curiosity because she's like, what, five?"

anyway

in my au she's just far, FAR more of a rule-follower (even when it costs her her friendship with Catra), up until Glimmer and Bow talk her into breaking a few rules, when she's like, 17/18...and then they talk her into *leaving* with only a fucking *note*

(which, of course, is pretty hurtful to Catra; considering they literally stop being friends because Adora's mom orders her to stop speaking to Catra--oh, you'll obey THAT rule but break other rules because your new friends suggested it? K.) (It's more complicated than that gdi but of course it wouldn't seem that way to Catra)

but also (in the next chapter) before all that she does drink at a party because Catra is just like "here I put some vodka in your punch, it's fine," like literally Adora's just like "I'm not allowed to drink. But lol okay."

BUT

in canon we see Adora arguing with Shadow Weaver, or at least talking back to some extent, in an attempt to protect Catra

and in my fic they don't have the same parental figure--Catra's mom is very obviously based on Shadow Weaver, but Adora's is closer to Light Hope (though, not to the point I've tagged her as a character), but slightly influenced by the way Shadow Weaver treats Adora in canon. So she's got insanely high expectations and is extremely strict and also just not very affectionate, and when Adora fails to meet her expectations she gets lectured and guilt-tripped to the point of tears--and because of the au I'm writing, it's all things like "respect your elders, don't do things that aren't ladylike, get perfect grades, have perfect manners, don't get your clothes dirty, don't do anything that would make anyone think you're weird, only be friends with people from 'good families.'" Adora's mom has her life planned out: you'll go to a good college, you'll meet your future husband there, you'll get married and have children (and hopefully your husband won't unexpectedly die young like your father did).

(whereas Catra's mom just insults her, yells at her, and (when she's younger) slaps her--I think I managed to imply that happens more than the once I show it in the fic)

So my au's Adora is terrified of stepping out of line to the point of freezing up with anxiety that borders on a panic attack when stuck between her mother's order to stop speaking to Catra, and not only her desire to still be friends with Catra, but her incredibly strong but entirely unacknowledged desire *for* Catra

And meanwhile, much like in canon, Catra's upbringing makes her a snarky, angry, openly defiant/disobedient teenager, because for her there's no reward for being "good" anyway, so who gives a shit?

(And just like in canon, it gets worse when Adora stops being her friend, though in this fic it's less "oppress/displace a bunch of people and destroy their homes" and more "be super fucking annoying and mean, also she engages in petty shoplifting, steals money and alcohol from her mom and stepdad, cuts class and start smoking")

And *waves hand* all of that, is why Catra figures out she's gay LONG before Adora does.

And just like in canon, they grow up with only each other as a reasonably reliable source of emotional support and kindness and acceptance; they can only really be themselves and let down their guard around each other

but their growing attraction towards each other as teenagers becomes this THING that they cannot possibly talk about--but because it's, y'know, 1966. Being a Lesbian is Weird and Bad. So now there's this elephant in the room all the time.

But Adora doesn't even recognize that that's what she's feeling even when it's basically right her in her face (it's totally normal to want to look at your best friend all the time, right? and spend nearly all your time with her? ha ha she smells good and I like dancing with her and that's Just Girl Things right??? no I don't want to date boys yet I have to go to college but I'm sure it'll happen eventually, somehow, just NOT YET GOD NO)

and Catra figures it out right around the time Adora stops being her friend (well, she goes from "Hm. I think I want to kiss Adora??...I don't think she wants to kiss me back :(" to "Oh, wait, that means--Oh. OH NO.") and it just exacerbates her own issues--she's already (in her own mind) a bit of a fuck up nobody could possibly love or care about (except maybe Adora, but why? why? why did Adora like her???) and now she has Being A Lesbian to add to the pile, well that's just fucking GREAT (not that she tells anyone yet)

So at the point of the story as of what's on ao3, there's a huge elephant in the room (their mutual attraction), and Adora is completely incapable of even seeing it even though she keeps bumping into it, and Catra is starting to see it but cannot possibly say anything about it.

And just as they're about to acknowledge it: everything blows up. Metaphorically speaking.

AND THAT'S THE FUCKING PLOT SO FAR

[wildwinterlunas]

The real big reasons Old Overwatch Fell: The Public idolized them to much, and mission creep.

The orignal team did the impossible and help save the world in the Crisis. This saw the problem of them being practically deified, overstating their abilities, and put Overwatch in charge of peacekeeping in the aftermath. Not a bad idea at the start of it, but after the war, the allowance given to Overwatch… faded.

Overwatch didn't work well with all the red tape and both Gabe and Jack were maybe not suited for staff roles, not allow the same freedom, and latitude in the first war. Overwatch was built to be the Avengers, not CnC GDI, but everyone excepted them to deliver the same godlike results as before as a peacekeeping force.

And when they couldn't simply because enhanced or not, they were ultimately human? People turned on them, especially if those actually behind the failings of the world stirred the pot to cover their own backs.

Blackwatch, something that was probably approved by some of the very higher ups in the UN, that would later try to tear down Overwatch, gave people a very easy target even though Overwatch needed some sort of black ops unit if only to gather information and deal with sensitive missions that shouldn't be public. Mission creep set up a lot of groundwork for OW's fall because it meant that they were trying to be the Leviathan Force AND the Department of Everything Else at the same time

This is why I say that if Overwatch is to continue being a faction after the defeat of Talon and Null Sector it should stay a vigilante organisation, not being tied down by governments or the UN. Not only because it would allow the members of OW to actually stay and make sure things are ok with the people they help, but also because it gives members the freedom to step away from missions when they want to. They wouldn't be in charge of so much because of the fact that the organisation is so small now.

There is also the fact that with people like Cassidy working in public now I think it would be harder to deify them. You can't ignore the stuff some of the characters have done, the mistakes they made. Even if they were because of the fact that this new OW is working outside the law, it wouldn't really matter what the publics opinion of them was, they just want to do what's right.

I've also been on record criticising the OW universes UN, because they're a bunch of idiots. Both back then and in present time. Giving the soul responsibility of peacekeeping to an organisation that was not made for peacekeeping, not only that but handing control over to one individual, is idiotic at best.

Not only that but the UN refuses to actually take responsibility for anything they failed to do. With Overwatch gone the UN has the responsibility of trying to make peace between Humans and Omnics. Which they have obviously failed to do, and when Null Sector, a direct consequence of their own stupidity, come to bite them in the ass.

What do they do?

Nothing.

They do nothing and they threaten the group of people actually doing something;

Not only that but you are right, the UN must have known about Blackwatch's existence, it was a mandatory addition to Overwatch and Gabriel was assigned the position of Blackwatch commander. Blackwatch actively had bases built that were separate form Overwatch. They would have needed approval for that.

I think everyone forgot that Overwatch were human and not these god like saviours. It's why out of all the old guard Reinhardt is the only one to answer the recall, the only one to keep fighting. It didn't help that a lot of the old guard where also isolated save for a few exceptions like Cassidy, Angela and Sojourn. Overwatch became too big, too fast and was given too many responsibilities. Yes, it worked well for awhile but the foundation already had cracks.

All it took was for one big swing from Talon and the whole thing crumbled down.

[blackjackkent]

(GDI once again the game gives me like three different cutscenes back to back with no point to save. >:| )

Still reeling from the battle with Abazigal and the vision that followed, Caden barely notices at first that he has been returned again to the pocket hell dimension; that he stands again alone before the solar who is watching him with a knowing, detached sort of smile.

Caden just stares at her with the weariest possible expression on his face. He doesn't like the mission he is currently on, he doesn't like his allies beyond his party members, and he doesn't really like the solar, at this point, who has mostly been orchestrating a meticulous battering-ram attack on his emotions and sense of self at every opportunity. And he's not even sure if she's allied with his sense of right or the darkness of Bhaal lurking in him.

Caden watches suspiciously as another flare of white light fills the chamber for a moment. When it fades, a familiar form stands there - the fire giant Bhaalspawn that he killed at Saradush. Yaga-Shura.

He tenses, hand going to his blade, but the giant does not attack. In fact, he looks as exhausted as Caden feels, a dead soul searching for oblivion he cannot find.

The low, rumbling voice echoes in Caden's ears.

Ah.

So that was their plan, all along. The more Bhaalspawn were destroyed, the more loose essence of the dead god would gather, until there was enough to bring him back into being and raise up those who had performed the ritual.

Caden feels his breath growing quicker, adrenaline starting to surge through him at this understanding. The solar turns her patient, cool gaze on him and smiles.

The pieces fall into place. One remaining of the Five. One remaining Bhaalspawn general. The rumors in Amkethran. The mercenary army and the secrecy of the monastery.

The man Melissan claimed was a friend. The man who led Caden to Abazigal and Sendai's front doors.

The panting adrenaline starts to rise in his throat, morphing into a trapped-animal panic.

I didn't choose this! I didn't choose any of this. I didn't want to kill them in the first place, but I thought it was the only thing that could be done! I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I had no choice!

I still have no choice. I have no choice. I have to keep fighting but why? To what end? What do I do now? How did I set this in motion, and what do I do to stop it?

He swallows, tries to find some semblance of his usual wit, but the words emerge shaky, terrified and exhausted.

There is no sympathy, no warmth in the solar as she gazes down at her charge's weary, pleading expression. She simply nods, waves one hand, and fades back into the darkness. Behind her, yet another door opens, another trial laying itself at Caden's feet.

[noblehcart]

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste - styxxrook okay but remember how we said afterthe kidnap/tort*re year styxx would only accept food from rook??? THIS 

i am so mad ( I ) we said NO MORE TRAUMATIZING HIM GDI @myhiraeth

She would not describe herself as a violent person. Neither would her siblings. If a weapon graced her hand it was for defense or skills as an art...she never wanted blood spilt. No death on her hands. No violence or cruelty. No one deserved to be whipped or beaten or murdered. Diplomacy and negotiation were things she prided herself. The right mind could out cut a blade any day...but this day.

This day she wanted Atlantis to burn. She wanted the entire kingdom obliterated from existence. She wanted its queen stripped bare and tormented and assaulted for months. Forced to fight for her life daily-

-just as her husband was.

It had taken every measure and pull to be able to rescue him from the atlantean arena that had sated its pleasure on him. Fighting monsters, warriors and beaten to an inch of his life and worse. Far worse than she wanted to think about. Right now she felt an ever present smoldering desire to rip the atlantean royals apart, but right now she just tried not to cry at the state of her love. Her life and her heart.

It had taken both Stephanos and Cassius both to get him cleaned up, but he refused to eat muttering about being 'tricked' before. He refused to talk and spoke in mixed Greek and Atlantean. For the first few days he refused to eat and kept saying the word 'akra'- the first time he said it she saw the devastation across Stephanos' eyes and the fury in Cassius'. What does that mean? Her calm question tainted in fear as Stephanos looked away and Cassius grimaced. Till she asked again as the order cut through the air.

What. Does. That. Mean?

Stephanos gently said her name in warning when it was Cassius who snarled out the reply that she knew the fury behind it wasn't meant for her. its an atlantean word used by slaves in deference- lady and master. She wanted to throw up. She wanted to throw her arms around him and hold him- to erase the horrors from his eyes. She wanted to return to Atlantis and rip apart the Atlantean queen responsible then storm Olympus to make Apollo pay for what was done to her husband.

But she wouldn't. Right now she couldn't.

She wouldn't abandon him to process what had happened alone. She wouldn't leave him alone to those nightmares. He needed her and she would stay by his side till the world ends. She would be and do whatever it is he asked and needed. He only began eating again when it came from her. She begged him to eat, pleaded and offered the bread from her hand to his lips reminding him of the first time he had done the same for her.

Remember when we visited one of the families of your soldiers? One of them had nearly a dozen children and a newborn? The poor mother was bereft of sleep and laughingly managed to say that she almost wished her husband was stationed further away from home so she wouldn't be with child every single year.

Her hand reached out to him slowly and openly to brush his bruised cheek as her other hand held the bread he stared at warily.

Remember I had the little one in my arms as one of the toddlers clung to my leg and I couldn't move as the rest ate- I didn't mind in the slightest, but you did since I wasn't eating with the rest. Do you remember, akribos ? You laughed about my hands being full and my defenses down and I smiled back as I held that tiny child- I wondered then what a child of yours would look like. I never told you that, but I thought it. What a child of ours would look like- if he had your eyes or mine. Your coloring or mine. And as you teased me you held up bread for me to take from your hand since I had just gotten the little one to sleep after a half hour of wailing.

She dared to move closer as her thumb gently stroked his cheek and her other held the bread in front of him so he could chose to eat if he wanted to. No more forcing. He could if he wanted to. If he chose to. If he trusted her. His eyes had shimmered in agonized unshed tears before he took a bite of the bread and then pulled her into his arms- Cassius and Stephanos had quickly and silently left the room then. And so it was the same again and again at mealtimes. He refused to eat unless she sat on the floor with him and fed him from her hand, sometimes after she had taken a bite, but always with her and her alone.

"You're safe now, akribos." She reassured again as he ate, eyes cast down though still carefully watching as she took more food from the plate. His hand reached to wrap around her wrist and she paused. It was just the slightest shift that he pulled her against him again, his face buried in her hair and her face in his neck as they breathed in the scent of each other.

"I love you, Styxx." She murmured against him, gently stroking his back then pulling away slightly to cup his cheek. " More than life itself. You're safe now. This will never happen again so long as I breathe. We have each other again- and we will make them pay one day for this. I promise. "

[clanoffelidae]

on the one hand i really want to go to vet school because there’s so much more i want to learn and i’m not happy with where my education currently is - but on the other hand i am so fucking lucky to work in an environment where people actually prioritize your wellbeing over the job because every single person respects that we’re all human beings over whatever the clients need and i’m reluctant to let that go

like i’m not saying everyone at my job is my bff, absolutely fucking not, but there’s respect

when we thought my cat was dying back in june and i said i was going home to be with him i was told it was fine and given condolences rather than told ‘erm actually-’

when i’ve struggled getting things done and with time management i’ve been pulled aside to discuss ‘what can WE do to help YOU’ rather than just told ‘idk just do better’, working with my supervisor and section head to develop tools to help me be more successful; one of the biggest things i get nagged about is never asking for help when i need it and being behind as a result - because i struggle with time blindness as anyone with adhd understands. but i’m not told ‘just do better’, i’m told ‘ask for HELP - we’re a team, if you have too much to do then reach out to people who can help you’

when things don’t work out - like a few weeks ago i asked for help from someone above me because i didn’t have time to set all the tests i needed by 5, but she then had to leave early to pick up her kids and lost track of time herself - she was apologizing profusely both that day and the subsequent day, and i said it was totally fine because i genuinely didn’t mind! i don’t mind staying a bit late to finish everything, because i know my job is *actually important PLUS i like knowing i did everything i was supposed to myself, i just, like i said, get nagged about not doing that lol (but this time since i DID ask for help it just didn’t work out i wasn’t nagged lol)

and the whole reason i get nagged is because our supervisors get in trouble if we have to work overtime, the administration doesn’t want anyone staying late or putting in extra work, and i have never had anyone even suggest unpaid overtime; except, in fact - me. because i get frustrated when i have like 5-10 minutes of cleaning left to do at 5 and my supervisor demands i leave instead, because i don’t want to leave that stuff undone until the next day because i’m almost finished and i’m on a roll working and i get irritated knowing i have to leave it undone when gdi you don’t even have to pay me just let me finish for fuck’s sake 🤬

i’m given respect as a human being first and an employee second, i actually have a tendency to stick around and show up even when some other people would probably go home/stay home (because after dragging myself through college and working in a research lab with grad students helping with their projects where i thusly experienced Grad School Lite) because i’m used to working through not feeling so great because ‘things have to get done’ and i still get pestered with ‘are you sure you’re okay and don’t need to go home?? okay, just let me know if you do -looking at me like they don’t think i should be here given how i said i’m feeling but not going to push me-’

i’ve actually been forced into going home multiple times before because i was trying to stay and they put their feet down saying i was clearly unwell and weren’t going to let me hurt myself

and i do the same for my coworkers - when someone is unwell i check on them, when someone needs me to take something for them i do so happily (well, i often fake-groan then go ‘yeah np!’ bc i am funny, thank you 😌), and when something genuinely serious happens (like a year and a half ago someone’s son died in a car wreck) i’m right there with everyone else organizing how we’re going to handle things without them while they deal with irl stuff and no one complains about their absence (not truly, maybe lightly or jokingly but not genuinely upset with them for not being there)

i’m not a particularly ‘professional’ person because i am the way i am and don’t feel like putting on a mask every day of my life to ‘move ahead’ in life, i’ve thought on it and i’d be more miserable playing pretend every day but having more money than being genuine and having less financial security; but i respect people as people and respect people as authorities when they prove competent in what they claim to have authority in, and **for the most part everyone here does, so i give respect back

we’re not besties or friends for life and i would never think that - but my coworkers are decent human beings who recognize what really matters, and so is admin, and i’m reluctant to let go of that

*i work in veterinary diagnostics! you know how if you take your pet in with an issue and they say ‘we’ll take a sample and send it to the lab to test for xyz’? we’re the lab :) just last week i was asked if a test result was ready yet and asked to scan it in asap bc the patient was in urgent care and they needed to know the result before proceeding with treatment. so i have no problem staying half an hour late every now and then because i started running behind in order to make sure everything gets set, because these results are actually important! but admin gets onto me when i do that so lol

**no offense to my supervisor, but i’m more scientifically-minded and smarter than her in regards to this stuff lol, she’s better at the management stuff so i have no desire to take her job, but while i won’t get into specifics, just, i’m more scientifically-minded than she is and I Can Tell lol

[bitchlessdino]

l.s.m ; objectification

“Objectification” (ob·jec·ti·fi·ca·tion)

the action of degrading someone to the status of a mere object.

Pairing: fem!reader X boyfriend!Seokmin

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.5k

BEWARE OF: SO MUCH DEGRADING, Dom!seokmin, sub!reader, pda, wall fucking, reader being throw like rag doll, mouth fucking, name calling (may be offensive to some), dumbification, nipple play, dirty talking, unprotected sex

author note: I really fucking needed this sense of release. work is so disgusting exhausting and imaging the way Seokmin would look fucking with those dirty bedroom eyes are so inspiring. this month is going to be so fucking fun to write for. theres so much shit to write. fyi i wrote this so fucking fast, gdi. i always thought he was so incredibly lovable but these days he’s just so *chef’s kiss* I thought about saving this for last but no <3

Series Masterlist

Seokmin is and has always been a sweetheart. There was all kind of things he’d do for his friends and there were all kinds of things he’d do for you in a heartbeat. However, like a man in love, Seokmin can only tolerate so much.

It started with Joshua just being nice. He’s always been a good friend. And then that good friend drank a little too much, and simply got carried away. He laughed that pretty laugh, smiled that pretty smile and all while laying that hand on your thigh as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Seokmin respected the man. They got along well and have the same values, but the moment Josh made any sort of contact with you, Seokmin knew there had to be something done. He took it in his own hands to adjust his grip on your frame, subtly yet firmly proving who was your actual significant other.

It may not have stuck out in the abundance of people at this party, but it certainly caused a reaction from you. You couldn’t help swoon as his fingers pressed the skin of your waist, pulling you against him as he made leisure conversation with the people around you. You tried to maintain your composure for the most part until his hand started to creep on the line of your figure until settling on your ass. His hand squeezed the flesh under your pleated skirt.

You squirmed in your spot, smoothing over the fabric slightly lifted off from your body to assure yourself that you were still covered. You glanced back at Seokmin cautiously as he continued his conversation, not paying you a second glance. You tug at the hem of his shirt, averting his attention, whispering softly in his ear.

“Should we find a room?”

He then chuckled, shaking his head. He took his turn drawing his lips to your ear. “We’ll wait until we get home. You can handle that, can you, slut?”

You shuddered, but quickly nodded in response.

“Such a good little slut.” He whispered sinisterly, and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, maintaining his reputation as the sweet boyfriend amongst the public.

Seokmin was a good boyfriend in more ways than one, but he has his moments to prove to you he can be more than sweet.

That night when Seokmin finally took you home sober, wanting to be conscious the entire rest of the night, he crashed you against the hard surface of a wall inside and smashed harshly against your lips. You feverishly returned his kiss as he slammed his hand against the wall behind you startlingly.

“Do you know how disgusting it is to know how Josh touched my property without permission?” His hand cupped your crotch, emitting a moan from you. “Did you like having his attention on you while I fucking watched?”

You shook underneath his touch. “I-I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. It’s Josh, he’s friendly with everyone.”

He sneered at you. “I’m sorry. The last I check, cock sleeves don’t talk until I ask for an answer.” His hand laid briefly around your neck before trailing your body, roughly unbuttoning the top of your skirt before pulling it down and kicking it aside. “Fucking slut.”

“I’m s-sorry, S-Seokmin.” You stuttered.

“Need I remind you who you belong to?” His lips drew close to your ear and you could feel his hot breath send shivers down your spine. “You couldn’t have possibly forgotten. I’m sure you’re still sore from our session last night, or maybe you haven’t had enough of my cock fucking your tiny dirty hole.”

You turn your head to meet his eyes, observing how his kind eyes have shifted into what resembled a wolf before they decide on devouring their prey. “I didn’t forget. I could never forget how you treat your cumslut. I was just waiting for a moment we’d be alone again.”

“You have such a dirty little mouth.” His lips latched against your words, exploring the raw taste before decidedly planning how he'd drown it in his cum. “Would my little cumslut be fucked against this wall here? Not like you’d say no. Either way, it’d all end up the same way. You begging for my cock while I use you like the fucking toy you are.”

You moaned deep against his lips, grinning as he deduced you as nothing but an object, and for that you obliged as you always did. He unzipped his pants, pulling down his underwear along with them, abandoning them to the furthest corner of the living room. His throbbing cock rubbed in his hand like a prize, one that you desperately wanted to take upon yourself to enjoy.

“Please, Seokmin. My dirty holes are wanting your cock to be filled by the brim in your hot cum.” You breathlessly pleaded.

“If I knew you were this horny, I would’ve taken advantage of Josh’s room, but there's still no way I would’ve let any of your scent go to waste on his bed.” Utilizing his strong arms, he proceeded to lift you from the ground and balanced you against the wall while his erection hit right underneath your dripping arousal.

Your legs clasped around his torso, only feeling his body as leverage from falling to the ground. His hands smoothed over your leg before slapping your skin, a whine escaping your lips. “Seokmin, please. I want your cock so bad in me.”

“My little fuck thing is so impatient.” He roughly slammed your back against the wall, reminding you he was in charge. “If she’s begging this much, I guess one way to get her to stop and to give in, huh?”

The tip of his member teasing your entrance before plunging inside, pushing your panties aside. Your legs instinctively spread, hooking over his elbows as Seokmin grabbed handfuls of your ass, thrusting without a second thought in a staccato rhythm. A throaty groan escaped his mouth, grunting every few seconds, drunk off how his name would leave your lips in the most delicious way. Your stomach churned, feel his cock find the deepest depths inside and hitting you where you wanted over and over again.

“Such a little whore for my cock. You like my cock ramming in you? You’re just cum dumpster that exists to do my bidding. Say you’re my cum dumpster.”

“I-I’m you c-c-cum dump-pster.” You repeated achingly. “I-I love b-being your c-cum dumps-ster.”

“I love when my little slut knows her place.” His body pressed up against yours, feeling your stiff nipples against the barrier of both your shirts, realizing how you went out completely braless tonight. “Fucking slut didn’t even bother putting on a bra. It’s like you expected me to fuck you stupid tonight.”

You nodded, confirming his assumption, “I exist only for you to use me.”

“What a fucking dumb slut thing of you to say.” He peeled you off from the wall, guiding your body to the couch, dropping you down without a warning, his cock still rocking in your walls as they returned to their original tempo.

He towered over you, lifting your shirt to expose your breasts and brought his hands against the flesh only to rub your nipples between his fingers. They squeezed harshly around, earning a pleasurable pain that you could only describe to be exhilarating. Your hands felt around for grip on the couch, unable to keep yourself from falling off without doing so. At the same time, you observed the man that handled you. You could get so easily lost in his eyes if not for the unstable vision and painstaking fuck he was giving you. And Seokmin smiled often, but the one on his face at the moment had a sense of urgency and hunger. These were your favorite times to admire him, when he showed you he different he can act behind closed doors.

“What? Cock about to catch your tongue?”

He slipped out of you as soon as he said that, entering your mouth with a shit eating smile plain on his face. Your eyes shut at the impact, already feeling it hit the back of your throat, and tears already forming in your eyes. He grinded inside your mouth with no remorse, only leaving you the reciprocation of his fingers lapping your juices and brutally stimulating your clit behind him. Your cheeks were now wet with your sweat and tears mixing with your eyeliner that then ran down your flushed cheeks, getting Seokmin harder at the sight. He was encouraged now than ever to fuck your mouth until his cum was all you were to taste for the next 24 hours.

You twitched underneath him, suffocating at his control until he ultimately released in your mouth and down your throat, his fluid also now leaking out your mouth and dribbling down your chin, forcing you to swallow what you could. He removed himself from you, stepping back on his carpet flooring and watched you look up dazed at the ceiling, in which he simply lightly chuckled. “You okay?”

Your eyes meet his for the first in what felt like forever, responding deadpan, “I didn’t cum yet.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not done with you yet. It’s your turn now.”

[chigusaeyes]

was tagged back by @altairring for the fandom character meme

you know how to choose them 😘

putting things under a cut~

I'll go in Reverse Order & start with Clavis ~!

I haven't paid any attention to the cesspool of self-righteous idiocacy that makes up the majority of Otoge Fandoms on Tunglr dot com, only my dear moots & the few gems I have found along the way, but I am slamming my hand down right now & declaring with confidence that the fandom at large is Probably Most Definitely wrong about him.

About what exactly? Idk I just came out swinging bc Have you met him? Yeah. I mean, I did choose 'no.' for a reason and that reason is that I clocked him as someone who is going to give me Problems & I won't be able to stop myself from loving him anyways.

Clavis, Clavis, Clavis...we have a salad spinner that we call "Nikos's Boyfriend" bc Nikos is very attached to it? He likes to try laying atop it. Idk, cats, yanno? But were I able, I would throw Clavis into Nikos's Boyfriend and spin him in there with all the love in the world.

He's a poster child for Local Clown Actually Broken Inside. P clear him & all his brothers are traumatized on some level, it comes with the...everything. Refined for each of them.

Anyways, he's the most refined mess out there and I love him. And his beauty marks. Plus his color is purple and BINCH ME TOO.

And onto Saizo.

Saizo's a fuckin' binch and I love him, I do, but oh my god do I want to SQUEAK him. Playing his route is half me going AHHHH & half me going GDI Saizo Why Can't I Quit You (This is Why I Can't Quit You ).

The Cold Asshole trope isn't my preferrence honestly, as I'm not usually into beating my head against a wall. Talk about a man loaded with trauma. But the glimpses behind The Wall that Saizo has up before he finally opens up a bit to the MC always keep me hanging on. And then the side stories etc that are post-opening up etc make me forget how much of an ass he's been. Which is the point, I think.

I say this with wry affection bc imo, Saizo is like...the fave that doesn't need to be mentioned as your fave unless you gun for Saizo and Saizo alone. Bc just abt everyone has a soft spot for him, in my experience. Not always, but it's a thing yanno?

Also him & Yukkins will never not be one of my fave combos of all time. I deeply enjoy Saizo's commentary on any+everyone else. ESPECIALLY Nobuyuki.

And speaking of Nobuyuki...

Nobuyuki is probably definitely one of my favorite Genuinely Dangerous romance/love interests of all times in a game. The Gentle Yandere is probably definitely the most sinister & dangerous of the yandere archetype.

( Not to be mistaken for the yangire, who is the "if I can't have you, I will kill you" ( vs the Classique yandere tactic of imprisonment and/or isolation ), who is arguably the most dangerous any of the Obsessive (yan-) archetypes, if only bc you're Way more likely to just fuckin' die. )

Boy I really know how to choose them huh.

( In fairness to myself - tho this Really Needn't Be Said - Nobuyuki is my favorite LI who I would Never actually want to be with irl. )

Anyways.

The psychological power of the gentle yan is so dangerous bc it gives the illusion of free will & choice, without realizing your stage has been effectively set up around you. It takes an enormous amount of interpersonal skill via manipulation & tactics, etc, to do as such too. Especially without revealing his hand. He doesn't need to lock the one he decides he wants to be with up, bc she willingly walks into the cage and locks herself in there of her own fkn volition. Brilliant, I love him So Much, he's terrible and wonderful all at the same time.

There's always going to be a power differential between Buyan and his wife & it's not for everyone's fictional preference, but it certainly is for mine. Or at least my MC-OC, gdi. Plus there are ways in which the MC proves herself to be a capable wife that Buyan respects & actively adores.

Honestly, it's those positive feelings that make him so dangerous, bc this is a man used to sacrificing aspects of himself & his own desires for the sake of his clan. And the fact that he meets someone he actually develops feelings for & gets to keep her? Oh boy. She ends up being a cage for him to put his heart into while she locks herself into a cage of his making.

Ahhh, Nobuyuki let me count the ways...between the Gentle Yan aspects, his tender smile, willingness to sacrifice his personal honor & morals for the greater good of the family ( and skill in never revealing this ), and weight upon his heart in trying to keep Yukimura safe in whatever few ways he can...seriously I love him so much.

Is Nobuyuki good? Well, he's a dutiful son & a doting maternal brother figure & a very wise leader who values his people and hearing their input. And he'll use people as he needs in order to ensure the safety and longevity of his family and their land + the people under their rule. So like. Good by what definition? WHOSE definition?

If you asked Nobuyuki if he was "good", he'd probably laugh in that soft way of his and ask what makes someone Good, before likely saying that Yukkins is the pinnacle of Goodness by the Sanada standards or something. Just rip my heart out and stomp on it, huh?

All of this is to say that while thankfully many ppl have already spoken on Buyan & how wonderfully complex he is & helped spread recognition of that...I'm, as always, very confident that there are plenty of Wrong People out there - be it due to comprehensive or critical thinking issues.

I want to put him in a salad spinner until he finally lets some goddamn tears out. I've humored ( read: hurt ) myself thinking about Nobuyuki & his Wifey MC during Yukkins's funerary process etc and the sheer grief of it all for EVERYONE involved and I hate it SO MUCH. Hate hate hate HATE. But it's also an inevitably, so fuck it, have THAT be a part of a 2nd Season for Nobuyuki, Voltage, don't be cowards---

🥲

No seriously, Nobuyuki makes me think SO MUCH, too much really, and I just. Wanna eat my whole fist. When I think abt him. I haven't opened the app in literal ages ( on one hand, it's practical, on the other hand, I missed his bday stuff Again so fuck me right? ), but I still---I mean! *waves hands at my url* I still!!!

Also that sexy scene of his where he instructs MC to meet his eyes before he will Initiate Physical Consummation of their Relationship & then having her keep her eyes locked with his during, etc? Boy that still gets me a-flustered if only bc like. Just looking AT someone during sex can be difficult at times, but maintaining eye contact?

Actually did u kno that apparently, accordingly, staring your partner in the eyes while kissing them helps to build + strengthen intimacy? I'll fuckin' say. Buyan seems like the type who would enjoy that too, what a Gigacha--- 🤣

I could keep going but seriously I love Nobuyuki and people can pull him from my cold, dead hands.

[lookismaddict]

LISTEN. LISTEN. gun w/ lana del rey's songs... esp:

1. diet mountain dew (demo)

2. honeymoon

3. west coast

4. yes to heaven

5. cinnamon girl

you're welcome 😵🙏

OMG I LOVE LANA DEL REYYYYYY. HNNNNGGGGHHHH. 😩😩😩🖤🖤🖤🖤 Her songs Summertime Sadness, Radio, Young and Beautiful, and Doin’ Time have a special place in my heart since they’re so nostalgic. ❤️ (Mostly Summertime Sadness, Radio, and Young and Beautiful. Doin’ Time is much newer, that’s why. 😅) I’ve been meaning to listen to other songs from her, and now I get to listen while thinking about Gun. Let’s do this… 😳

Diet Mountain Dew (demo) - Already the line, “You’re no good for me, but baby I want you.” REALLY DOES RESONATE WITH HIM LMAAOOOO. UGHHH it really do be like that. 🥲💗 And “Do you think we’ll be in love forever?” really got me thinking. That eventually, my obsession for Gun will die down and that lowkey terrifies me. Like baby, pls don’t leave me- 💀💀💀

Honeymoon - I like how dreamlike her voice is in this one. And even though it’s a long song to listen to, it’s like listening to a work of art. A masterpiece. “My honeymoon, say you want me too~” ✨ God, I love how minimal and simplistic the background instrumental is. Just to hear her lyrics clearly. BUT ANYWAYS- back to Gun LOL. It’s like… UGH. It’s like seeing him in one of my dreams. Specifically, that “Gun’s Classroom” dream. 😳 If only I could record my own dream and show it to you. But this song made me remember how mesmerized I was when I even saw this man in my dream. Just imagine. Him walking towards you in slow motion. With that alluring gaze of his, wearing that attractive suit and tie. Interacting with you almost “intimately” behind the closed curtains where it was just only you and him standing there so close… AHHHH THIS SONG MADE ME FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY. MOVING ON-

West Coast - This gave me The Neighbourhood vibes ngl. 😭🖤 The bass guitar and the cool vibes in the background. With this song, it made me imagine a scenario if I was in a night ride with Gun down a highway. Either inside a fancy Porsche car with him, or riding on a motorcycle. Wind blowing through your hair, speeding away through the night. Think about it. If it was in his car, imagine his right hand grabbing onto your thigh while his left hand was firmly gripping the steering wheel. If it was on his motorcycle, imagine wrapping your arms around him from behind, ever so tightly. You lean your head onto his back tenderly as he took control of the handles… Ahhhh this song is so 😩❤️‍🔥 good for actually thinking of hot Gun scenarios LMAO

Yes to Heaven - God, this song… Made me think about (Y/N) from my story, Rendezvous. This song is literally her perspective and it makes me cry. 😭 Like deadass, it made me tear up, idk. It’s a really beautiful song. 💞 UGH IDK WHY THIS MADE ME TEAR UP. IM SO DRAMATIC. 💀💀💀 I HATE MYSELF LOL. I think the lines, “Say yes to heaven. Say yes to me.” and “If you go, I’ll stay. If you come back, I’ll be right here.” really does match with her character so well. Because whenever Gun leaves, she’ll always be there at home, waiting for him to come back. And I think the reason why it made me a bit “emotional” is because of the idea of how (Y/N) is just waiting for Gun to confront his own feelings. Like yeah, the guy is known to be a heartless bastard, but he also is now starting to actually FEEL things. I guess I got an emotional attachment to my own story. Call me crazy and a Drama Queen. 😭✨

Cinnamon Girl - Ooooo I love how soft and mellow this song is. Also, awwww… shit. 💀 This one too, reminds me of Rendezvous LMAAOOOO. Making me think of (Y/N) x Gun. GDI… 😭😭😭 These lines, “There’s things I want to say to you, but I’ll just let you live. Like if you hold me without hurting me, you’ll be the first who ever did.” Specifically, made me remember Ch. VII when Gun found (Y/N) in the convenience store, crying her eyes out. 🥲 This song made me think about how she was thinking about him without even realizing that he’s been there watching over her. And those thoughts while he was away from her, made her think about how she truly felt about him.

ALSO, THANK YOU FOR THESE WONDERFUL LANA DEL REY SONGS!!! YOUR TASTE IN MUSIC IS AMAZING!! THANK YOU ANON. 😭😭🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽💗💗💗💗

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.2: Mukami Kou [Track 7+8]

Original title: 堕落した証 & いらいらする

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 2: Mukami Kou [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei

Translator’s note: Oh boy oh boy. I should have kept my mouth shut during the last few tracks because these two tracks had me wriggle around in my seat as my stomach turned upside down. > < Those of you who have been around since last year might recall how I struggled with Shuu’s D-S Kyuuketsu CD because of the ‘bodily gore’ noises when he cuts the MC with a knife and then stirs his fingers around in the open wounds. KOU DOES THE EXACT SAME THING GDI. I had to pause several times because I got nauseous. :’’) Please no more of this Rejet. 

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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Track 7: Proof of Corruption

“Well then, where should I bite you next...~? Both your neck and arm are already dyed a bright crimson from your blood. Fufu~ While I’m at it, I guess I should make you even more red...Perhaps that’ll improve your looks a little.”

*Rustle*

[00:25] “Hmー Such slender wrists...Fufu, I could probably twist them with ease. If I were to plunge my fangs in, they might just pierce right through, don’t you think? Come on, show me your hand.”

*Rustle*

“Hm...These marks are still fresh. Hmー They weren’t left behind by me, which means they belong to one of those guys? Heeeh...Now what a lovely decoration you have here. You really are a maso-kitty, aren’t you? I sort of get now that you’re not doing all of this on purpose. Which means...is someone controlling you behind the scenes?”

*Rustle rustle*

[01:18] “Take flowers, for example. They don’t particularly wish to bloom beautifully, do they? However, some larger force in nature is ordering them to do so to lure in birds and insects. So perhaps you were put together by someone with the specific goal to seduce us Vampires? If not, a plain girl such as yourself couldn’t even dream of having someone like me suck you, not even out of pity. Fufufu...~”

*Rustle rustle*

He digs his finger inside your skin.

[01:59] “Ah-aaah...Since the wound hadn’t fully healed yet, my finger sank in the moment I pressed down. Does it hurt? Fufu~ I’m digging my nail into the open wound after all~ I bet it hurts...Then suffer more...Scream...! Nobody will hear you here. This place has been equipped to ensure that they won’t find you.”

*Rustle*

“But...Well...If they did know you were here, I wonder if they would come and get you? These guys who seem to be oh-so obsessed with you, I mean~”

Kou continues to stir up the wound with his nails.

“Are you writhing in pain? Ah-aaah...Your ugly face only became even more hideous. Should I say it has a certain charm to it? I’m incapable of loving you while you look like that though. However...”

*Rustle*

[02:57] “In regards to these wounds, I feel a strange sense of attachment. I wonder why? Perhaps it’s just fun to compete with other Vampires over a prey such as yourself? Hahaha...But in that case, I have to leave behind my own marks as well or it’s no fun, right? ...I’ll leave my mark on top of these wounds, as if to overwrite them. It’ll be perfect proof of how thoroughly corrupted you’ve become.”

*Rustle*

Kou bites you.

*Gulp*

“Mmh...*

*Gulp gulp*

“ーーHah!”

*Gulp*

[03:50] “Mmh...Haah...I can smell them from here...It pisses me off...Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah, haah...It makes me want to just rip up your whole arm with my fangs...”

*Gulp*

“Fufu...This must be the taste of hatred...~ Exactly...I can’t forgive them...Never! That’s whyーー”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah...Haah...”

*Rustle*

[04:38] “I won’t return you to them. You’re basically mine now. Offer both your body and soul to me...And go mad. Fufu...Damn~ What’s wrong with me? Am I being spurred on by you? Uwaah...This is a first for me. Fufu~ I truly got my hands on a nifty toy. I was just going to have a little taste before handing you over to Ruki...but I might not want to let you go again.”

*Rustle*

[05:22] “Haah...Let me suck more...Your blood is messing with my head...as I find myself wishing you would offer more of that delicious blood pumping through your veins to me and me only.”

*Rustle*

“Oi. I bet you have other marks left behind by them as well, don’t you? Tell me. I’ll make you go through those painful memories again. Come on, hurry up and fess up.”

*Rustle*

[06:00] “Hey? Are you listening? If you space out like that, I’ll do something much, much more painful and rough?”

You muster a response.

“Hm? Your belly? Eeeh~? Now where could they be...~?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Ah, you must be talking about these. Marks spotted~ They really don’t hold back when devouring you, do they?”

He licks the marks.

“Oh, this one smells different. So, tell me. Did you have them bite you from head to toe? Hah! What a slut you are.”

You protest.

[06:46] “Hm? You didn’t wish for any of this to happen? ...Che. Why are you giving me that defiant look? Do I have to repeat myself a million times before your idiotic brain gets it? I was reminded once more the moment I sucked your blood. You’ve been tampered with in some way to lure in Vampires. I wonder who could be behind it...~? Fufu...Somehow that piques my interest...”

*Rustle*

“But for now, I’ll cover you with my marks. So I’ll thrust my fangs inside these wounds as well...”

Kou digs his nails into your skin once more as you flinch.

[07:31] “Aren’t you happy? I’m the one saying these things after all. ..Aaah-aah, such filthy marks. I’ll erase them right away.”

He bites you again.

“Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah...Haah...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Haah...This stench is persistent...It won’t disappear...Ugh, it pisses me off. If I can’t get rid of it with my fangs...It just makes me want to mess you up as a whole...”

*Rustle*

“Haah...Guess I’ll just have to sink them in deeper and deeper...Like thisーー!”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...Nnh...”

You cry out.

[08:41] “Ah...It hurts? Look at you gushing blood all over the place. You really have no shame, do you? But you shouldn’t be able to feel the pain, you know? My fangs have already made it so you perceive everything as pleasure. Fufufu...”

*Rustle*

“I can tell you want me, so try and voice it out loud? Beg for me with a cute tone. Come on, hurry...Ask me to make you feel ever better~”

You whimper.

[09:24] “Hmm~~? I can’t hear you...~ You’re going to have to speak a little louder. Also, don’t forget to sound cute, okay?”

You repeat it.

“Fufu...~ Exactly, like that. Just be honest with yourself...Perhaps then I’ll be able to feel a little affection for someone as ugly as yourself.”

You beg again. 

“Mm~ Good. You managed to beg for it cutely, so I’ll love on you in return. ...With these fangs of mine, that is.”

Kou bites you again.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Hahn...Mmh...”

*Sluuuuurp*

[10:14] “...Hah...! ...Hm? ...’More’? ...You can crave it more. I kind of like it when people yearn for me. ...I’ll plunge them inside even deeper than before...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah, haah...Ugh...Haah...I guess the smell is starting to fade a little?”

You moan.

“Fufu...Seems like you’re feeling rather good as well. Your body has completely given in to the pleasure, it feels as if your blood has become sweeter as well.”

Track 8: Irritation

Kou inspects your body.

*Rustle*

“Where else have they bitten you...? ー Ah, don’t tell me. I’ll try finding it myself this time...~ After the stomach, it has to be...The legs, right~?”

*Rustle*

[00:18] “Yes, I got it right! ...They sure love going for the risqué spots, don’t they? Hah! Right near your crotch (1) ...How lewd. On top of that, you can tell they’ve sucked from here repeatedly...Very dirty! I wonder what kind of expression you made as they sucked from here? Perhaps you didn’t realize it yourself, but they pretty much got a full view of aaaall your embarrassing places.”

You squeak.

“How embarrassing, gosh! ...But I’m sure you love that sorta stuff, don’t you? After all, I can see a glint of anticipation in your eyes. Or am I just imagining things? Is it because I’m the one doing this to you? ...Well, I guess I’ll figure out the answer to my own question once I bite you. Well then...”

*Rustle*

“Where should I leave my mark? ...Right here. I’ve settled on this spot.”

He bites you again.

*Gulp*

[01:28] “Mmh...Hah...Haha! What a lovely view...Fufu...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Seems like it’s making you weak as well...Look at you twist and turn your body like that...What a dirty girl you are.”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“ ーーHah! We’re still nowhere near done...Let me suck more and more...Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...Hah...”

*Gulp*

[02:11] “Haah...Fuck...Could this be a trap of some sorts...? Fufu...I feel as if your blood is leading me straight to my own demise...Well, I guess that’s fine. As long as it feels good...whether it’s a trap or whatever, I’m not scared. Perhaps the person who set you up this way predicted this all along? ...Say.”

*Rustle*

[02:44] “I bet they knew that we would try and snatch you away like that. Guess we’re being mocked, huh? That pisses me off. ...You seem to be feigning ignorance but you’re part of the whole scheme, aren’t you? ...If you think this will all pass as long as you just obediently spread your legs, you’re gravely mistaken. I’ll give you something much, much, much more painful, you’d find yourself wishing you’d be dead instead...!”

*Thud*

Your eyes widen in horror.

“Hehe...”

*Gulp gulp*

[03:26] “...Heh. Does it feel good? Lucky you! I think you might be the first human who has gotten the honor to receive this much pleasure from me. Well, under normal circumstances, one bite is plenty to make any human ascend to Heaven, but in your case, the more I have, the more delicious your blood becomes and on top of that...You dare oppose me. It pisses me off. ...Mmh...”

*Gulp*

“...Hm? There’s marks on your thighs as well!”

*Rustle rustle*

[04:06] “I have to engrave my own mark here as well. ...Geez, I wonder what they find so appealing about these stick legs? I can’t relate, but I don’t like the idea of there being marks from someone other than me. ...Mmh..”

*Gulp*

“Nnh...”

*Gulp gulp*

[04:37] “...Hah...Ah...Haah...~ I feel sluggish for some reason...Have I been numbed? In that case, your blood is to blame. ...This is bad...Fufufu~ I just don’t understand how I want to keep an ugly girl such as yourself all to myself...Makes no sense, does it? I feel irritated by it myself but...I also just can’t help it. This strong desire for you keeps on welling up inside of me...What is happening to me? Geez...Honestly, it pisses me off! I’ve never felt this strongly attached to anything or anyone before!?”

*Rustle*

“Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...ー Hah!”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Haah, haah...I can’t get enough...Do you want me more? ...So do I.”

*Gulp gulp*

[05:57] “Hah...Yearn for me more and more...You just need to keep your eyes on me. ...You belong to me now. Happy? Of course you are. If you continue to writhe around like that, I’ll give you never-ending pleasure.”

*Rustle*

“Mmh...Haahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Nnh...”

*Gulp*

“Haah, haah...!”

*Gulp*

[06:37] “Haah...! I can’t...I still haven’t had enough...Hm. I still refuse to give you up. I’ll make you forget about those other guys in no time. I’m obsessing over you, so it only makes sense. ...Unlike those guys, I won’t call you prey either. You’re mine after all. ...Doesn’t that make you happy? I’m a gentleman after all~ I know how to make a girl happy. I’m sure you didn’t like being degraded by having them call you ‘prey’ either, right? Fufu...~”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

Translation notes

(1) 足の付け根 or ‘ashi no tsukene’ is the root/base of the leg where it connects to the hips. 

[sunasbabie]

Suna took many pictures of you, every small moments are precious to him and he's so glad he could cherish them from these taken photos. He scrolls his phone to look at the pictures during his away game, a small smile adorning his lips, thinking about you.

Suna is really good at taking candid photos. You won't notice it at all until you're looking through his gallery or after he posted it. Based on my best friend, I was like, when did you take this?

Suna holds your hand when you're doing that balancing thing as you walk. His hands never leaves you, he has to be touching you somehow, that way he knows that you're safe with him.

Suna who hugs you from behind everytime you're doing some mundane things around the house. He just likes being close to you, and he always wants to be close to you.

Suna who put all of his weight when you're cuddling so you won't be able to leave the bed. His long arms circling around your body, pressing you closer to his toned chest. He kissed your head, “stay, just let me cuddle you like this a little longer.” you both continue to sleep the entire day.

Suna Rintarou is a clingy man. He's so affectionate to his lover, he always wants them to be close to him. He has a vulnerable side that he only shows to you because he trust you and really loves you with all of his heart. He just know, you're his one, there's nothing to hide when you're about to stay with him for the rest of your lives. He's the type of partner that brings you so much serenity in his comfort. He cherish you so much, more than he could ever show, and more than you'll ever know.

In conclusion, we need a Suna Rintarou. I wanna give him a big smooch and hug, just wanna be close to him.

-simp

he looks at his lockscreen before a game cause its his favourite photo of you and it also serves as his goodluck charm esp if youre busy and cant call him before an away game starts :<

he is pls but i also feel like there are moments that he wasnt able to capture on cam because he was just too busy admiring you and couldnt think of anything else at that moment

yes yes i do believe that physical touch is one of his love languages thats why he just loves being close and holding on to you like hes scared youre gonna walk away >:(

he LOVES giving you back hugs when you wake up before him and he sees you doing breakfast 😭 he kisses your cheek and he says "i missed you" in a really husky voice like bro we were together all night but i missed u too dummy 😭

he does that esp on his off days which are rare for him so he just wants to spend every free moment he has with you even if he has to act all cute and clingy :< which always works because youre just as whipped for him as he is with you 🥺

this is so true tho like i dont see suna sharing a lot abt his private life even with his close friends but with you he just feels safe and secured and he knows you wont judge him ever and he just feels the most comfortable with you since he knows youre the person he wants and needs to be with forever 😭

gdi i love him i need him i want him now

[lovehotelreservation]

Mea Culpa

Summary: To apologize, to beg--simple actions that Emet-Selch simply could not bring himself to do.

But as he emerged in your room after things have soured between you both, he is willing to make amends.

In his own way at least.

Connected to “Late Night Visit”

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: DFAB!Reader/Emet-Selch

ME WORKING ON THIS COMMISSION WHILE FINISHING UP WITH 5.0 🙂🥺😭💔 GDI WHY AM I NOW A GOTHIC GILF F*CKER !!!!

THAT SAID MANY THANKS TO MY SWEET AND LOVELY COMMISSIONER FOR THE CHANCE TO EXPAND ON MY PREVIOUS PIECE!!! --------------

No matter how acclaimed and revered by countless souls across the realm, the Warrior of Light was just that.

A single warrior.

A single individual whose power, strength, and tenacity served to protect the weak and reprimand the wicked.

But from your eyes, you couldn’t have accomplished so much without the help of your friends: The Scions, House Fortemps, and countless others. The time you spent with them, whether during the heat of a dire battle or a merry night of feast and camaraderie, was something you held so dearly to your heart.

Still, as much as you enjoyed the company of your friends, it was the still calm of your empty room after a busy day that soothed your weary soul like nothing else.

And as the weariness from journeying back from Yx'Maja to your suite in The Pendants, more than ever were you relieved to be alone.

Especially for reasons that you were much too annoyed to begin recounting.

Sighing, you were in the midst of undoing your armor, but the fatigue from today made even attempting to undo the binding components an even bigger drain.

“Need some help?”

You froze.

And then your teeth grit from irritation as your eyes shifted away from the mirror of your suite’s vanity upon turning around.

The reason for your weariness was standing right in front of you.

Arms folded behind his back, lips curled into a smirk, eyes glinted with amusement, Emet-Selch made his presence known as he emerged out from the shadowy portal that was conjured into your room.

There were plenty of reasons as to why this mere action immediately drew your ire.

From the past week alone, it was already a journey through hell as you traversed through Yx'Maja and fended off sin eaters while providing assistance to the Viis of Fanow with your fellow Scions. However, with the unwelcomingly present Emet-Selch insisting on commenting on every move you made and every word you said with the most smug grin on his face pushed you far beyond your patience.

On the other end, Emet-Selch had just emerged into your room.

As he had done all those many nights before that resulted in the two of you being tangled together upon your bed.

He was your enemy.

And yet you allowed him to linger between your thighs nonetheless.

It was something that you were far from ready to reveal in the slightest to the rest of your companions. Any hint of the ongoing tryst you had with him was to be kept absolutely hushed, which he was well aware of.

But Emet-Selch treaded that boundary all throughout your time at Yx’Maja in front of the rest of the Scions. By your honed reflexes from all the time spent training under Widargelt, you were glad to stop his wandering hand from squeezing your behind while you awaited for Urianger and Y’shtola to finish decrypting some text chiseled on a temple wall, your fingers immediately seizing hold of his wrist while your eyes shot his pouting face an icy glare.

From that moment on, you chose to outright ignore him. Any quip was met with indifferent silence, your expression blank whenever he attempted to draw your attention.

And you were in no mood to change that now of all times as you promptly faced your vanity once again, your focus returning to removing your armor.

“Now, now, is that how you treat a guest who just arrived?” He hummed with the click of his tongue.

You did not respond, only focusing on trying to work on a stubborn tie with your armguards. Though, without needing to look back, you knew his expression had fallen to something of a pout.

“Mmm--onwards with the silent treatment then, I see.”

There was no desire for you to be the bigger person on your end. If cold you must be, then icy you would become.

At least, until you felt the unfortunately familiar warmth of Emet-Selch’s body press against you from behind.

“Pardon.”

The heat of his breath fell by your ear, the sudden sensation eliciting a shiver from your body as you felt his nimble fingers reach for the tie of your armguards, undoing it with absolute ease. As the sound of your armor fell to the floor with a clank, he continued with an amused hum, “The sight of a celebrated hero struggling with a mere strap irritates me to no end.”

Your instinct had your body moving to flip around to face him, but the arm that immediately slunk around your waist kept you in place.

At last, your silence was broken.

“If you think sliding up to me like this is gonna get you off the hook, you’ve got another thing coming!” You hissed as you craned your neck to glare at him while your fists balled at your sides.

“‘Off the hook?’ But whatever did I do wrong?” He hummed innocently, only to then sigh with feigned exasperation. “Do you think us Ascians to be so committed to the role of villain that you think we cannot tease and please at the same time? I don’t ever remember you being this callous, sweet hero.”

Your eyes rolled. “Again with your remembering?”

“Again with your forgetfulness?” He shot back, his tone taking on a surprisingly biting edge as his gaze narrowed ever slightly.

However, noticing your astonished expression, his features calmed, shifting from tension to teasing as he reached for your chin, his thumb stroking over your skin as he inspected your face. “Goodness, you really must be tired from your endeavors, huh, hero?” His head moved closer to yours as he hummed, “All that tension has you so fussy~ Let’s ease those shoulders, huh?”

Without another word, his lips planted right onto yours, kissing you fully while his other arm circled around you, his hold around your body complete.

Your instincts made you want to push back at him, to not allow yourself to concede so easily.

Yet, the expert probe of his tongue into your mouth combined with his roaming hands as he groped you freely to his heart’s content now that the two of you were alone was just so damn hard to resist. 

While the two of you had been plenty intimate up until this point, you barely knew much about him.

And yet, he knew your body like no one else.

When your mouths parted, the tension on your face had eased, your skin hot and flushed, your lips parted in a pant, all as your body continued to quiver from his hands fondling you all over.

Looking as pleased as could be, Emet-Selch chuckled wickedly as he admired your current state, “There we go--such a precious look on your face. Recollection can wait for another time--come hero, show me more of those lovely expressions of yours…!”

That cold expression you had earlier, that damned armor you were so focused on.

He saw to it that neither were in his way as he brought you over to your bed.

With your clothes soon joining his on the floor, your exposed body was for him to enjoy whole-heartedly. His lips dragged along your skin, circling over your nipples with soft suckles, kissing along your battle-toned torso, lavishing your clit with focused attention as his tongue lapped against your center.

The look on your face was far from icy at this point, now melted with pleasure as he continued his ministrations, furthered all the more once he was sheathing the full length of his cock inside of you.

Moments before, he claimed to help you relax, but the pace by which he was pounding away into your core was far from delicate, his hips pummeling you right into the mattress while his hands squeezed your breasts.

Mainly because he knew that an acclaimed warrior like you could take it.

Along with the fact that he had to make up for a week’s worth of lost intimate time between you both.

For as quiet as you had been around him, he dared not to kiss your lips, wanting your moans to leak out freely as he simply minded himself with marking up your neck as much as possible with kisses and bites--whatever would be hardest for you to try to hide or explain around your companions.

He would not have you silent around him.

Not when he still had yet to hear you refer to him by his true name.

Not as the Warrior of Light.

But as his beloved Azem.

[xadoheandterra]

Series: The Heir, The Reader, and Clay

Title:Run It Again Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Characters:Desmond Miles, Malik Al-Sayf, Kadar Al-Sayf Pairings: Altair/Malik Chapters: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XV | XVI | XVII | XVIII Enabler: @kingbob2-0 Tags: Time Travel, Desmond Raised By Others, De-Aged Desmond, Blood and Injury, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, WIP, I Googled Medicine In 12 Century Syria, I Googled When Children Lose Their Teeth, I Googled Properties Of Opium, I Did Fucking Research GDI Summary: They hadn’t found an answer yet, and Layla was impatient despite the promise of the Grey being timeless in its nature. She didn’t want to have to search for an answer that might never come–so she made another suggestion. Why not just change it? Why not counter the Isu influence on the Pieces of Eden where it counted, and counter what Juno inevitably did to the Eye in the Grand Temple?

It was all the push that Desmond needed to let himself be just that bit more selfish. So selfish he chose to be, and there was one moment where the Isu’s hold on the Pieces of Eden had a profound effect–the Levantine Brotherhood. Altair Ibn La’Ahad. Al Mualim. There was just one problem–Desmond was eight, a child, and didn’t remember dying.

Layla at least had his back, even if she was just a bit fashionably late.

Fever took Kadar.

They hadn't gotten far from the Temple; Malik had knocked over more debris in haste to flee which hopefully trapped de Sable in the room for a bit longer. A few well placed attacks to the wooden frames also limited the avenue of escape, although there could be no guarantee that de Sable wasn't right behind them, ready to finish the job he'd nearly completed within Solomon's Temple. They couldn't continue onward for much further as it was; Kadar had already begun to grow weak the further along they'd run and his wound need treatment now.

Treatment Malik could not provide.

Malik breathed in shakily and placed the back of his right hand to Kadar's forehead and felt the way his brother burned to the touch. He was sweating, shivering, and completely unconscious now. Before Malik had dragged him into this cave Kadar had already grown weak and tired; his wound had stopped bleeding, but the danger had only just begun and there was nothing Malik could do. He had no vinegar, no salt water or rose oil or wine or even opium. He could cauterize the wound but given how long they'd taken the less helpful cauterization could be. Instead Malik knew, here, he would watch Kadar die.

Kadar was barely out of his childhood. Malik leaned over and placed a kiss to his brother's brow, pressed their foreheads together and fought back the tears at the thought of it. Kadar was barely out of his childhood. What had Altair been thinking? Malik wanted to scream--of course he hadn't. The idiot had barely a thought in his head except killing and fighting these days with little regard for thinking or strategy. It shook him how much Altair hadn't bothered to even listen--seeing only an enemy, a man they were told to avoid unless necessary, an obstacle to remove.

A deep and heavy breath left Malik as he shuddered; he should end it here. Kadar would only suffer--Malik knew as the older brother he should end it here. It'd be a mercy killing, surely. He could be forgiven for this--it was a mercy. A quick, painless death to the painful, slow end that waited Kadar. It would be better to ease him; better to let him go. Malik fingered the shorter of his blades as he stared down at Kadar's feverish form. His lips trembled. It'd be so easy, just end it, let him go--he'll be free of the pain just let him go....

Malik tossed himself away from Kadar with a yell and dug his hands into his hair never-mind the pain of his broken arm and the way the bone scraped raw against itself he didn't care. How could he even thing such a thing about Kadar? He curled down and fought with himself. How could he think it'd be a mercy? This was his baby brother, his only family--a child by all rights, a novice who should have been nowhere near a mission such as this, who should have been safe in Masyaf or tending to a Rafiq at a bureau, not on a mission like this. Please, not like this.

Somewhere nearby rocks tumbled from above, followed by a child's yelp and the muffled sound of glass. It was enough of a distraction to pull Malik from his dark thoughts as he jerked his head up and out of his arms--hissed as it pulled on the broken bone--and began to sweep the cavern he'd taken as refuge. Nothing in the immediate vicinity, so Malik climbed to his feet and stumbled his way back toward the entrance when faint sniffling reached his ears. He moved a bit faster, turned a corner, and froze.

Hallucinating, Malik thought, I must be hallucinating.

The boy, a child that Malik wouldn't have even titled a novice, more like an initiate in age, sat on the ground in strange clothes rubbing at his head. His hair was shorn short in a familiar cut that Malik knew if grew just a little longer would curl into a mess when not taken care of properly. There was a cut on his lip, old-yet-fresh in the way it had scabbed over and clearly looked ready to scar--and it was familiar in a way that burned sick in Malik's gut. Cautiously Malik dropped down to a crouch and called out softly, "Child?"

Golden-brown, eagle-sight--and Malik had to swallow because this should be impossible. He opened his mouth to say Altair in plain shock but stopped himself when the boy scrambled back with a yelp and ended up slicing his hand open on a piece of pottery shard that slipped out of a burlap sack and smelled faintly of--of myrrh? Malik glanced to the sack, curious, and then back to the mini-Altair. The boy curled in on himself, muttering something that sounded like sorry and didn't mean to as he raised his hands and Malik--Malik burned.

"I am not going to hurt you, little one," Malik said softly, and the boy stopped for a moment, shuddered, and then looked at him. Those eyes brought Malik up short again, at the way the reflected and refracted the light into they were a brilliant gold sheen like a cats in the dark--and then they dulled to a more brown color and the boy fully uncurled and snapped his gaze to Malik's broken arm.

"You're hurt," the child said, and Malik gave a sad sort of smile. "You should see a doctor."

"I will," Malik assured him softly. "Later. Right now I--" and for a moment he stilled then remembered Kadar. He turned and looked back down the cavern, shifted until he could catch sight of his brother around the corner and--Kadar was safe, still feverish and unconscious, but safe. A part of Malik relaxed as he turned back to the child only to startle when he found the boy right at his side peering at Kadar with wide eyes; his hand bloodied and clenched to a fist at his side.

"Is he ok?" the child looked up to Malik and Malik had to swallow at the sight of gold-bright eyes again as he dragged his gaze from the hand to the child's face.

Hoarsely Malik said back, "No. No he is not." The boy frowned, opened his mouth to say something, then seemed to think better of it. "What is your name, child?"

"Desmond," Desmond said, then looked to the sack and back to Malik. "Uhm, mister. Do you know what that is?" Desmond pointed to the sack, to the broken piece of pottery that had the strong scent of myrrh to it.

Malik arched an eyebrow at Desmond; a part of him surprised the boy had no knowledge of either the sack or what was in it--he couldn't be certain to which the question applied given the point but he bet it was in regards to the sack itself or perhaps the scent of myrrh. At any rate he murmured a faint, "Myrrh," to which Desmond cocked his head in a curious, bird-like gesture that reminded Malik so eerily of Altair that he breathed in slowly. Malik's gaze darted to the broken pot and said carefully, "A tincture of it, at least. For perfume or...medicine."

Medicine. Malik stumbled on the thought--medicine. His mind drifted back to Kadar, to the sick feeling in his gut that pushed him to just end it, let him go, let it be peaceful and then back to the bag that had a pot of myrrh tincture, broken. A bag that might have more. Malik moved with a flutter of robes, quickly brushed past Desmond who flinched at the sudden motion and began to dig through the bag one handed with single minded devotion. He pulled out stoppers and sniffed contents, cautiously in case of anything poisonous, and felt just the slightest bit faint with relief.

"Medicine," Malik said, breathless, and then gathered everything up. He looked to Desmond, then gestured back toward Kadar and smiled, just softly. "Come, child. I could use your help." Malik paused, then looked to Desmond's hand, and added, "Once I have taken care of your hand."

Kadar's stab wound, now that Malik had the materials to properly disinfect and clean, then seal the wound itself, was not actually that deep--at most half a finger's length, and the width of a blade. The shock was what primarily would have killed him first, Malik understood once the wound was cleaned, cauterized, and sealed as best Malik was able with one working hand and Desmond's one littler hand to help. Infection was the second risk, and now that risk was lower. It took hours more before Kadar's fever finally broke, and that was only after the use of opium.

Malik took some of the opium himself for the pain of his arm, hated how it made him tired, but accepted that without it he would barely be functioning going forward. It cleared his thoughts enough that he could question Desmond's very presence at least, although he kept the suspicion light given how the child flinched at every sharp movement. Everything the boy said only raised more questions as Malik worked to carefully interrogate the child--eight, Desmond said he was a mere eight years--while he watched and waited with bated breath for Kadar to come back to him, or die.

"Teacher gave it to me," Desmond scuffed one foot with the strange shoe into the dirt when Malik gestured to his scar. "I wasn't fast 'nough."

Malik raised a brow and said shortly, "What, was your teacher using a live blade for practice?" with the faintest hint of disbelief.

"Mmmaaybe?" Desmond tilted his head, that confused bird-like gesture that felt like a punch to his gut ever time Malik saw it. If he hadn't known Altair he would've thought the bastard had gone and sired a child, except Altair had shown little interest in women except for Adha and even that was only a year past and Desmond far too old to be from the union--and far too young to be from Umar, either, which made his presence so unlikely that Malik wanted to maybe call it an act of a miracle brought by Allah.

Malik's gaze slid to his pouch, to the treasure of the Ark, and wondered if his thought of Desmond's presence being a gift not that far from the mark.

"Aren't you suppos'd to use live blades to practice?" Desmond asked, and Malik had to stop himself from ranting because no. Just--no. Instead he pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed out slowly, reminded himself that Desmond was a child who probably knew no better.

"No," Malik said forcefully. "By Allah, no. You use a practice weapon, something dulled that gives bruises--cypress and leather, not metal. Not a blade."

"Oh." Desmond looked down.

Malik breathed out, careful and measured. "It is--" it was not fine, do not say fine, so he shook his head instead and placed hand on Kadar's forehead instead of finishing his sentence. Cooler to the touch, more within his normal range and Malik relaxed. "His fever has broken."

"That's good, right?" Desmond asked, crawled up next to Malik's right side to peer down at Kadar with wide eyes. Malik rested his right hand atop Desmond's head, rubbed his fingers through Desmond's hair which brought the boy's eyes up to look at Malik wide and just a bit confused.

"It is a hopeful sign," Malik said, and it was true at least. The breaking of the fever might mean that Kadar would waken, and if Kadar woke then Malik could assess how quickly he could get his brother moving. His hand drifted to the pouch with the treasure. He thought of the Templars who could still find them at any moment--the trail wasn't exactly hidden, Malik had been more concerned about escape at the time, but now--now he worried about being found. His gaze drifted to Desmond at his side and he felt a chill down his back. If the Templars found the boy with them--

"He should go to a hosp'tal," Desmond frowned at Malik, almost accusatory. It dragged Malik from his thoughts; he blinked a moment, then arched an eyebrow at Desmond who crossed his arms and said petulantly, "He should!"

Malik sighed, heavily. "When he wakes, child," he told the boy gently. "I cannot move him as I am." Malik gestured to his now splinted arm--curtesy of the child next to him who had demanded that he splint the bone with such childish stubbornness that Malik couldn't deny him that. Desmond wasn't wrong anyway; the bone needed to be splinted before Malik did even more damage. Already he figured there would be permanent loss of the arm in some manner after the amount of abuse he'd pushed it through. There was little chance the bone would heal right at all.

Desmond pouted. "I could help."

"You are much too small and Kadar much too big for that," Malik responded dryly. "No, we wait for him to wake." Malik climbed to his feet, stretched, and thought back to the Templars and the trail. They were still a few days from Masyaf, and if luck would hold once the Templars dug themselves free of the Temple they would ride straight for the fortress and not hunt down the ragged tracks Malik left behind. Of course it'd be better if Malik went to cover their tracks now, now that Kadar had a better chance of survival--now that his wound was as cleaned and sealed as Malik could make it, and the fever had finally begun to pass.

His right hand drifted to his pouch, and then curled into Desmond's hair a second later as Malik smiled down at the boy. "Watch Kadar for me. I need to check outside." He watched as Desmond's eyes went round and wide, surprised to be given such an important task, but then smiled as Desmond settled down with a stiff nod and turned his gaze toward Kadar with singular focus. It amused him how much this small child reminded him of a small Altair, down to the stubborn set of his jaw when given a task he deemed important.

It also hurt to see such a tiny Altair in front of him in all but name, a boy Malik could not reconcile with the man he'd become so easily now. With a quiet sigh Malik turned and started out toward the entrance to the cavern. There were some ferns nearby he could use to cover some of the tracks, and if he remembered right a stream flowed a short ways away so he could gather some water. His waterskin was getting dangerously low and the heat of the day would sap what little he had left between the three of them when Kadar woke and they were able to leave.

If Kadar woke, Malik's mind traitorously reminded him and he frowned at the thought. That edge of give him mercy drifted through his thoughts once more, no less cruel in its coldness and Malik had to firm his heart against it. He would not. Kadar might yet live, the wound might not yet become septic. He hoped he'd done enough, done it quickly enough, to have at least increased Kadar's chances of survival. It had to be enough. At the very least if nothing else happened then Kadar could go to become Rafiq if not Assassin, between what damage today will eventually show upon his brother. Maybe Kadar will recover enough to continue his studies, but a part of Malik feared his career to being anything more than Novice had certainly come to an abrupt end.

"He'll hate it," Malik mumbled as he took a step out of the cavern. He raised his right arm and glanced up to the sky--night. The cold hadn't yet sunk into the ground, but the dark sky above signaled to Malik it soon will. A fire, he thought, for warmth and for food. There were some travel rations he had that he could share with Desmond. They wouldn't taste the best, and he doubted they would truly be filling to a child, but until he could find something more they would have to do. A fire, water, and hiding their tracks. Malik nodded to himself and got to work in silence.

Kadar woke with the sun and Malik breathed easier. A good sign, he thought, even as he forced Kadar to take some of the opium for the pain he no doubt felt. Desmond still slept in a little corner of the cavern, peacefully dreaming whatever young boys dreamed of after Malik had gotten the child to settle down. The rations the night before hadn't gone over all that well--Desmond at first pouted, then tried to be stubborn about the food, talking about ordering something to which Malik wondered just what sort of life Desmond lived to order food like some nobleman, yet be dressed in such ragged and dirty clothes; eventually thought he took the rations and ate, and eventually Desmond drifted into sleep.

Malik did not miss the days of stubborn young children; he could remember when Kadar had acted as such, pouting about the food on their table, stubborn about sleep. Tiredly Malik massaged the bridge of his nose while Kadar leaned against the cavern wall and watched him in a sort of daze.

"You should have left me," Kadar said, and it wasn't the first time since he'd woken that he'd made the comment and a part of it made Malik sick.

"That will not, and is not, going to happen," Malik replied forcefully, again, and Kadar fell silent. His gaze drifted over to Desmond, thoughtful, and Malik sighed explosively. "You are also not carrying him. Not with that," here Malik gestured to Kadar's stomach. "We will wait until he wakes."

Everything was a waiting game at this point. Wait until the Templars find them, or until Desmond wakes. Wait for Kadar to be awake enough to move, for the fever to stop. Wait, wait, wait. Malik hated it. He felt restless, as well as tired, and he knew he was on the edge of snapping at Kadar. He wouldn't though, Malik had to forcefully bite himself back because Kadar didn't deserve it. Kadar didn't deserve his ire or his frustrations; neither did Desmond and Malik refused to let himself take out his ire on either. They were children; they did not deserve it.

Kadar narrowed his eyes, but he didn't speak again for which Malik found himself the slightest bit grateful. He didn't know what he would do if he heard is brother speak as if his life were somehow less just one more time. His gaze drifted over to the child, to Desmond, who was curled up on Malik's white Master Assassin's hood and red sash, mouth partially open and drooling. From this angle Malik could see that Desmond was actually missing a tooth, probably recently lost. It struck Malik that for all Desmond had nodded or asked questions or complained, the boy hadn't smiled and when he spoke it wasn't with the wide, gaping mouth of a child.

Desmond shifted in his sleep, and Malik dragged his gaze away over to Kadar who stared at him almost contemplatively through the slight haze of an opiod. He hadn't seen his brother move much, which could be a good or a bad thing really, but Malik needed to know Kadar's limits. If they were to leave when Desmond woke, to avoid Templars and whatever else they could, then Malik needed to know the ways in which Kadar could move--and that he could move without furthering his own injury.

"Up, Kadar," Malik said. He got to his own feet and then raised a brow at Kadar who looked at him, confused. "I want you to walk to the cave entrance and back."

"...why?" Kadar asked, the barest hint of a childish whine in the back of his throat. Malik narrowed his gaze in response and Kadar, with a huff, got to his feet gingerly. He rotated the arm that had been dislocated with a wince, and Malik worried he'd let the arm be for too long in waiting until they'd reached the cave before he set it back to place. After a second Kadar began hobbling walk--slower than Malik would like, but careful which he appreciated. He watched until Kadar turned the corner, then settled to wait.

When Kadar made his way back, Malik greeted him and checked on the state of the wound. The muscles had pulled around it, the slightest bit, and there was the smallest of blood patches on the bandages Malik had wrapped around it, but otherwise the linens were clean and the wound undisturbed. Malik breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped Kadar's stomach back up, and helped his brother settle against the wall. A slight beading of sweat had gathered at Kadar's forehead and Malik fought back the urge to bite his lip as he placed hand against his brother's brow.

Kadar brushed Malik away with a short, "I am fine. It is just...sore." His breathing was heavier, Malik noted. He would not be able to outrun the Templars.

Quiet, Malik drifted back from Kadar and bowed his head. He gazed contemplatively down and placed his right hand upon the pouch with the treasure as he thought; Kadar would not be able to outrun the Templars if they found them, and Malik refused to sacrifice his brother to their whims. Then there was the child whose stamina Malik could not account for, a cut on his hand that needed to be watched and salved alongside Kadar's wound, and Malik's own injury to his arm to account for. It struck him then like a blow.

They would not make it back to Masyaf alive. Not together, in the least. Malik could ride back alone if he stole a horse; he could maybe draw the Templars off of the trail of Kadar and Desmond if he were truly clever. It would mean bringing them to Masyaf's doorstep. There was still a chance the Templars might not know of the Fortress in the Mountain; a chance Altair had actually used his brain and hidden his tracks which meant only Malik's remained. A part of Malik felt sick with the thought of showing the Templar's the way if they hadn't known it already. He would be putting Novices at risk, if he drew them there. His gaze drifted to Kadar who held one hand over his gut wound and breathed heavily, and then over to Desmond who snored softly and drooled in his sleep. Children, Malik thought. They were just children.

The Novices in Masyaf were children too, but they had Assassins and Master Assassins and Dai's to keep them safe; not to mention the Master, Al Mualim. Masyaf was defensible where Kadar and Desmond were wholly not. They were vulnerable but protected and here, Desmond and Kadar, weren't. The indecision burned in his chest--dare he risk his brother and Desmond and stay to the Creed, keep Masyaf safe and hidden or dare he defy the rules because of sentiment. Malik knew the choice Altair would make.

Altair would leave Desmond. Altair would leave Kadar. Altair would leave Malik. He'd report back and consider them dead and wash his hands of it. He'd not let sentiment hold him back; Altair would stay true to the Creed in his own interpretation, religiously so, and Malik knew it was why he was so favored by the Master. For all the Malik argued semantics with Altair, out of the both of them Altair had not once betrayed the Creed. Bent it, certainly, like with the worker back in the Temple--someone who could have been innocent, but more likely had not only which Malik understood in hindsight. Malik closed his eyes and breathed out slowly.

Malik was not Altair. He opened his eyes, hardened his heart, and resolved himself to his course of action. Altair would follow the Creed. Malik would not. 

Desmond shifted and his hand stung and he fought back the tears as it brushed against the ground even wrapped as he opened his eyes and blearily peered around himself. He sat up and rubbed at his face with his uninjured hand as he tried to remember what happened and how he cut it--had it been dad again? Like the lip but not like the lip? Or had it been when he chose to skip training because his lip hurt and he didn't want to hurt again so soon? He tried to remember as he sat himself up, as he stared at his lap and the soft red cloth that slipped from his shoulders as he tried to remember and--Desmond didn't recognize it except hazily. A dream, he thought. Hadn't he dreamed the nice Arabic man who'd spoken with him and cleaned his wound? Hadn't he dreamed of the bag of weird smelling clay pots that he found stuffed in the tree he'd climbed to hide away in? Hadn't he dreamed falling from a branch, the bag being knocked loose, and landing on stone in a cave?

Blearily Desmond looked around; stone walls and stone ground and dirt and dust and a grey cloth bunched up as a pillow and a red cloth bunched up as a blanket and the merry remains of a fire and two strangers dark skinned like him, darker skinned like mom and Desmond blinked. He stared at them confused as his eyes burned and the world washed into that weird grey-and-blue-and-white-and-black indistinctness that he could see. He stared as the older man who had the start of a goatee and a broken arm washed a bright gold-white-safe-important-safe and the smaller man--older boy?--washed blue-gold-important-kind-safe-ally-friend and then Desmond blinked and his head hurt but he didn't care because it--

"--wasn't a dream?" Desmond said, half under his breath as his eyes went wide and he looked to-to-to Malik, that was the name the man told him. Malik-and-Kadar who were brothers with Hidden Blades which meant they were also Brothers but they wore strange clothing that Desmond didn't recognize and had honest-to-god swords and daggers and while Desmond trained with swords and daggers and Hidden Blades and throwing knives and every sharp object under the sun he also knew that they were considered old weapons and old ways and things were Different Now even if mom and dad refused to tell him what Different Now meant except that they had to live on the Farm and not in the City and that the City was Off Limits because of the Templars whoever they were.

Malik's head came up and looked to Desmond and he hand that pinched-but-not-pinched expression, the strange fondness that had made Desmond more confused than wary because why was he fond of Desmond? Desmond the screw up-not good enough-never good enough-need to be good enough. Mom was the only one who looked at him with fondness but she left him with dad more often than not because she had Work To Do and Desmond was Too Young and not allowed away from the Farm.

Desmond rubbed at his eyes again and tried to fight down the urge to panic because he was Here--wherever here was--and clearly not at the Farm which meant dad was going to be even worse and mom was going to be disappointed and then there would be more training and Desmond didn't want more training and--a hand in his hair broke him out of his spiraling thoughts and Desmond looked up at Malik who had tilted his head back as he scrubbed fingers through Desmond's hair and murmured soothing words in Arabic that Desmond understood only because mom taught him Arabic while dad taught him English.

When Malik noticed his attention he smiled soft-reassuring-kind-safe and asked, "Are you back with me now?" and Desmond ducked his head back down and nodded.

"Y-Yeah. 'M sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for," Malik said, and then glanced over to Kadar and Desmond followed his gaze and Kadar stared and stared and Desmond wanted to inch down small even as he inched closer to Malik and wrapped his injured hand in Malik's white-white-white robes. He liked the whiteness of them it reminded him of his favorite white hoodie that he had hidden in the back of his closet and only wore when mom came home and he didn't have training.

Kadar got to his feet and Desmond saw that it looked painful. He held himself ginger-short-hobbled and walked with a weird not-grace-yet-grace as he limped over to Malik and Desmond gripped Malik's white-white-white robes tighter and winced when his hand stung-hurt-tingled with warmth and pain and used that to focus himself back as he leaned into Malik's side. Malik brushed fingers in his hair and said something soft that Desmond couldn't understand but looked to Kadar.

"Kadar will not hurt you, child," Malik said and Desmond nodded slowly. He knew that.

"He's safe," Desmond said back, but he winced when Kadar moved and tugged on Malik's robes and said, "but he's not okay." Desmond looked to Kadar who looked back almost surprised, and then Desmond raised his head to Malik and repeated, "He needs a hospital."

"I know," Malik replied, and Kadar looked to Malik and Desmond thought he looked angry-betrayed-hurt for a moment before he shut down. Malik continued for Kadar, "Desmond helped me tend your wound, Kadar."

Kadar ducked his head, mumbled thanks, and then shuffled back toward the entrance to the cave and Malik sighed heavily.

"Kadar is right," he said, words gentle-soft-kind as he looked to Desmond. "It is not safe for us to stay here any longer. We need to move."

Desmond curled away; they were leaving and Desmond knew that meant he would stay here. It had to right? He'd stumbled on them and didn't know where he was and he thought he'd been dreaming-sleeping-dreaming before he drifted off and he'd been freer with his thoughts and his words because they were blue-gold and white-gold and safety and important but they weren't Brothers really because they wore strange clothes and had weapons Desmond never saw on the other Brothers except the Hidden Blade. They definitely weren't from the Farm so they definitely weren't someone dad would ever want Desmond interacting with.

Malik got to his feet and started toward the entrance to the cave, then looked back to Desmond and arched a brow as if to say well? Desmond's eyes went wide and he grabbed the cloth that Malik had given him for a makeshift pillow and blanket and quickly got to his feet. He folded the material then held it out to hand back, just a bit hesitant, and Malik give him that patient-kind-smile.

"How about you carry those for now," Malik said, then beckoned with his right hand for Desmond to follow. "Kadar certainly can't and I have plenty I need to carry already," Desmond watched as Malik's hand drifted down to his hip pouch before he seemed to realize what he'd done. "Come, Desmond. We need to leave."

Desmond ducked his head because that we meant We and Desmond didn't know what to think about that. The strange-safe-important white-gold and blue-gold men wanted to take him with. A part of him knew that was the right choice but the rest thought about dad and mom and how they would take it because didn't that mean Desmond was running away? And Running Away was Not Allowed and Desmond tried to keep the Not Allowed things he did to a minimum because he didn't want more training and dad would give him more training and--Malik's hand was in his hair again, drawing Desmond from his thoughts. His hand then drifted down to Desmond's back and he pushed Desmond lightly forward.

"Come, child," Malik said, gentle in his urging. "Let us go." And Desmond--Desmond followed.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

coming into your inbox with wild fang au prompts so you don't have to think about disgusting ships anymore:

Would kakashi let his students sign the dog contract ?

does he have different dog summon packs with different specialities ? In canon he has a pack that seems to be primarily for tracking and hunting. But a second pack of big scary blood hounds that are fighters first and foremost would go well with the whole feral concept

would the bell test still be the bell test? Or would he come up with a different test?

kakashi knowing things he shouldn't know because he can smell them on people.

kakagai: Gai calls kakashi a 'good boy' one time and tbh if kakashi had a tail it would be wagging

The kids absolutly get to sign the dog contract. All three of them actually have multiply summoners contracts because they still get their other contracts from the Sannin (and Sasuke also still has his hawks) but they also get the dogs. Sasuke just loses use of the dogs when he leaves the village until he returns, and is surprised to find them still willing to work with him after all that happened.

To be fair the hounds are actually states to also be capable of ripping people apart. Bull specifically is noted for his ability to tear enemies to pieces, and I don’t doubt the bigger dogs can do so easily. Espeshally working together. But I do think he’d connect with more hounds and be able to call more than just his eight that he usually uses for tracking (which he usually uses specific dogs for, like Pakkun. If he wants to hold down an enemy/rip them apart he calls all of them)

I feel like he still does the bell test like his Sensei did, but with a twist because he’d be a lot less chill and more willing to just toss his students around. They’d have to adjust a lot quicker cuz Kakashi wouldn’t just be avoiding their attacks or sneaking up on them. He’d be testing their ability to not get hit easily by him (which is hard since he is a jonin XD)

Kakashi knows when his friends sleep with other people, what they had for breakfast, and so many other things. He knows who’s behind him just from their scent, and honestly he has blindsided enemies who thought if they took away his eyesight they would be fine. His sense of smell is stronger when he can’t see and he’s more leathal because he has been backed into a corner and that’s not good.

Tbh I firmly believe canon Kakashi hears ‘good boy’ and melts, but feral Kakashi? He’s putty in the person’s hands (only his partners though. Anyone else gets growled at or even bitten) Gai calls Kakashi ‘good boy’ and Kakashi is rubbing his face into gai’s neck and trying to do everything he can to hear those words again. He is weak XD

Continuing on that, During the war in the middle of a battle Gai is really impressed by Kakashi’s moves and without thinking says ‘good boy’. No one knows what it’s at. Kakashi just stops in his tracks and tries desperately to stop himself from getting excited cuz he’s fighting gdi, the shinobi they’re fighting with are just like ‘wtf?’ And the reanimated enemies are horrified. How dare you flirt mid battle XD

[all-things-mlqc]

Boys reaction to MC who never have date before meeting them. Like, the boys as MC's first love.

My first HC on here and I was memeing half the time while writing it. Included what the boys would do after hearing this news as well because why not. I’m not a Lucien fan but lord have mercy on my soul, I couldn’t help making his romantic af. He is the ideal boyfriend/date minus the l i e s that come in the MS and I hate it. All the crossed out stuff is just commentary because I couldn’t help myself. Hope you enjoy~ Thank you for your ask <3

How the MLQC boys react to being MC’s first love below the cut~

Victor:

Follows with some snarky comment after he calls her “Dummy”.

Let’s be real here, if he doesn’t call her dummy immediately, then something is wrong. Reminds me of when we streamed the first episode of MLQC and we were all yelling “CALL US BAKA” the second Victor came on screen.

While he seems cool and collected on the outside, you can hear the computer shutdown sound play on the inside.

To him, this is a shocking confession.

Victor: I’m not surprised a dummy like you hasn’t been in a serious relationship before.

Victor, internally: How has she never been in a serious relationship before??

He’s not very good at expressing himself honestly through his words but he truly admires MCs hardworking nature.

He finds that very attractive in a woman and is surprised that other men in the line of business haven’t taken their shot with her yet. it’s because they can feel your death stare on the back of their heads, kind sir

One thing he struggles with is being himself. He tries to act like everything is in his control all the time.

Because of this, upon hearing MCs confession, he invites her to a fancy dinner at his penthouse insert Victor’s Dazzling Date because THATS ALL THAT MATTERS. Jkjk haha... unless...

He wants to impress her as much as possible even though he knows deep down that she doesn’t care about what a person has and rather how they are as a person

BUT ALAS. The stress be real for her first boyfriend.

He wants her to know she made a good decision without verbally telling her out of his own bitch mouth I love you, please call me baka so he goes over the top with their first date.

Basically pulls a Mr. Krabs when taking Mrs. Puff on a date. Just add shades to Mr. Krabs to represent Victor’s “I’m calm. I’m chill. I’m all good. We vibin out here.”

All MC wants from him is his honest and genuine thoughts. and a lifetime stock of pudding because good god a girl has chocolate needs

MC eventually figures out Victor’s intentions with all the gifts he rains on her because hE dOesNt nEeD tHeM he can’t give her anything more than a cup of pudding up front

MC knows this and accepts the secret gifts with a smile.

She sends a gift in return to his office the following day along with a thank you for the wonderful date.

Can you hear that? It’s the sound of Victor’s heart rate slowing to the average persons.

Kiro:

insert pikachu meme

This boy is mind blown.

“How have you never been in a relationship before??? That can’t be true!”

Kiro sees the good in everyone, so hearing that MC has never been in a relationship before him is

He gives her a bright smile and playfully hugs her from behind.

The two of them laugh together as he whispers genuinely in her ear,

“I promise to make you happy. You won’t regret it.”

He immediately drags her off to Loveland’s Amusement Park, where they spend the whole day together.

Rides, snacks, games, you name it, they did it all.

Kiro naturally spoils MC without putting much thought to it.

It’s like a reflex for him. It’s just who he is as a person. Always wants to share the happiness in the world with the people he cares about.

As for how anxious he is after hearing the news about being MC’s first love, he is screaming at a pitch only dogs can hear.

Almost 100% of the time he has a smile on his face and even convinces himself that he’s not worried about it.

But he is.

It only hits him when he thinks about another man taking MC away from him after seeing her talking with another guy.

MC will catch him without his carefree smile at times and eventually confronts him about it.

He shows her a wide smile and says there’s nothing to worry about.

L I E S. BABIE LEMME HOLD YOU I PROMISE YOU DONT NEED TO WORRY.

After a few attempts of trying to get Kiro to open up about it, he gives in and says he’s worried he’s not good enough for her HAHAHHA, GOOD ONE KIRO

MC, however, turns it around on him

MC: I’m afraid IM the one who isn’t good enough for you.

They both smile and embrace each other, knowing they’ll get through any little concerns like this.

Gavin:

He knows.

We’re talking about the boy who has been in love with MC since high school; Who has protected her behind the scenes ever since he laid eyes on her.

He would know if she had been in a previous or current relationship.

It only comes as a shock when she says she’s never been interested in anyone else romantically before. Lies. Have you seen the other suitors, MC. In a world where guys are that hot, you must’ve had at least 1 crush, c’mon sis.

Gavin respected her personal boundaries and never looked into her personal affairs so he had very little knowledge of her views on other guys.

He gets a little bit nervous, since he believes her standards must be high if she hasn’t been interested in anyone else before.

Does the full on soldier oath, bend the knee cliche which includes “I promise to always protect you” and “Nobody will ever be good enough for you”

Mc: Gavin no...

Gavin: NOBODY WILL EVER BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU.

Spoiler alert: You are waayyyyy too good for me, Gavin.

He doesn’t have too much anxiety over the thought of being MC’s first love though since he’s very good at staying true to himself and knows MC is one to admire that about others.

Gavin is a quiet guy in general. He’s more of an observer and watches MC to take note of what she enjoys.

When he sees her eyes shine bright after seeing a delicious dessert cafe, he offers to take her. He makes sure to express how he also wants to go since he knows she won’t accept unless he is interested as well.

Boy literally has no interests the moment he’s with MC. He is essentially that vine

Doesn’t even wait until the question is over and just “Absolutely. Let’s do it”

MC: But I haven’t even said anything yet...

He isn’t much different from how he is now. Has around the same amount of anxiety just from being in MCs presence.

Boy just wants to PROTECC and is always panicking on the inside but tries to remain calm.

He is very good at calming his anxiety though since he’s had so long to understand what MC values and knows she just loves people for themselves.

That’s all he needs.

Lucien:

His eyes widen slightly at MCs confession.

It’s nothing too mind blowing for him since he knows how refined MC is and how dedicated she is to her work.

It’s still surprising to him that nobody has tried to sweep her off her feet yet.

With how kind MC is, it would be hard for her to refuse a date with a gentleman.

Lucien gently presses a kiss to MCs hand upon hearing her confession.

Lucien: I am honored to be given the opportunity TO WOO to take such a beautiful lady out on a date~ AND MORE PLEASE

Lucien is the definition of a gentleman shhhh we aren’t speaking of current chapters in the main route Lucien. Cover your eyes. Pretend you do not see.

With little to no anxiety showing on his face after the reveal that he is MCs first love, he insists on taking her out to a nice restaurant the most classy and romantic 5 star restaurant Loveland City has to offer as a way to thank her for dealing with his bs (both his bullshit and black swan hahaha I’m so funny oml) being given the opportunity to treat her as a beautiful young lady should be treated.

He’s also more on the less anxious side of being MCs first love.

Lucien is a traditional man and does stuff by the book.

Because of this, he respects and likes the idea of being MCs first love.

He doesn’t go over the top yet isn’t cliche with dates and little actions.

He knows exactly what to say and when to say it. Though he may struggle with being openly honest about his own thoughts and feelings, he tries his best to express himself for MC. a lot of the time he just assumes talking to her about his personal affairs would bring her down.

This, however, gets better overtime as they continue to date.

They spend a lovely evening at dinner together and take a midnight stroll through the city oh god city stroll PTSD

He gently wraps his jacket around her bare shoulders with a soft smile as he thanks her once again for believing in him believing he is worthy of her

Bonus:

Shaw:

Shaw, smirking: Is that so?

Oohhhhh you know what that smirk does to me. DOWN BOY D O W N.

He’s surprised but his reaction is very mutual.

His internal thoughts are more on the line of “Hmm I’m her first boyfriend, aye?” and “OYA OYA”

He very likely most definitely places his hand on the wall beside her head and leans in closely to get a reaction from her as he growls,

Shaw: So that means you really like me, yeah? I’m making this way too hot gdi. Shaw stans please enjoy your food

MC looks up to see that same playful smirk resting on his face.

highkey don’t know how to respond because Im just “ok think of 3 things she would probably say and go from there” while my brain just computer error sound

MC: and what about yourself? I’m sure there are tons of girls throwing themselves at you yet you choose me.

He pulls away and places his hands in his pockets with a chuckle.

Shaw: I’ve had my fair share before.

iVe HaD mY fAiR sHarE bEfoRe MY ASS

I’m convinced he’s had one time things with girls purely for information or he isn’t the least bit interested in relationships because he thrives on stimulation and entertainment and nOboDy iS gOoD eNouGh plus he literally asks what people do on dates when taking mc out in his first date in game SO

Either way, this is a LIE. The man can’t relationship for the life of him so he has no RIGHTS to tease her.

Just let him believe or you can try to tease him about it in hopes of getting a little pouty face out of him.

Honestly, their first date would just be the first date we got in the game and nobody can convince me otherwise.

Shaw is a wild child and doesn’t care for romantic dates. at least that’s what he wants you to think

A little insight on his character: He’s very blunt and easily pushes people away all the while keeping them close enough to gather intel. He doesn’t get emotionally attached to anyone and makes sure it’s mutual on both ends. Personal relationships only drag him down, especially in his line of work. He prioritizes other things before relationships which makes him so damn FRUSTRATING BUT I SWEAR I WILL CRACK YOU OPEN LIKE A WALNUT JUST YOU WATCH ME.

With that being said, after actually being in a relationship with MC for a while and opening up about their personal lives more, Shaw can be very romantic. He may be awkward for a bit at first since he literally doesn’t know what a date is but he gets there eventually.

He’s still full of fun but is also very gentle and makes sure MC is enjoying herself.

I got sidetracked with the actual HC on this one but Shaw stans need food I NEED FOOD