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sukirichi · 3 years

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hi suki! wanted to tell you this bc i have no one else to talk about it with ><

( you can answer this when the English chapter releases! i was able to read it because my friend bought the WSJ issue)

I was trying to udnerstand Naoy's character, so I was reding everything from CH138-151 again. I'm kinda sad at how people just calls Naoya a Toji fanboy (though true LMAO) and not realizing how Toji really influenced his persona. Like the admiration Naoya held for Toji is so deeply engraved in him that he, who was called a genius sorcerer as a child, looks up to a man who was called a failure. Toji is probably the only man in the clan that he respected, that's why toji's level of strength became his "picture" to follow. And I think a lot of who Naoya has become is because the Zen'ins literally groomed the decency out of him. Still, though groomed to be everything he is, he himself chose not to change anything about it.

(wait but also?? little naoya looks cute like he would guide old ladies on the ped xing so what the fuck happened after that)

I guess one major reason why he does not respect anyone else in the clan (besides his superiority complex) is because of the Zen'in's concept of what is marked as strong. Like, the way they see and treated him as if he's the best sorcerer in the making, yet failing to see Toji's powers and rejecting him fully. It's something similar to Mai when she said "Maki has talent that I don't. And the clan rejected that; that talent that I lacked", except Naoya is raised to be a confident (arrogant?) child, thus he takes it as a challenge instead and works to achieve it.

So, when Maki reached the level of Toji, I think his reaction wasn't simply stemmed on his "fanboy" antics, but his desperation of being part of that level of strength. I think he's more irritated in the fact that Maki, someone who he does not see anywhere near as strong as he is (though he does say Maki is strong in chapter 138), reached a level of strength that he hasn't; that he is trying hard to achieve. It's also the same with having your favorite superhero getting defeated. And Naoya's in denial that there is someone else who could be the same as Toji.

I like how he's an antagonist that was not build under the foundation of a sob backstory (though it was a v small sneak peak of his background and was mainly centered with his admiration for toji, plus I think people forget that Naoya is an antagonist), how he acknowledges that he has not reached that level of strength. Of course, I'm angsty about his misogynistic ideals. I get that he's from a very traditionalist clan so... yeah. I mean, no child is born evil. Children learn from those around them (I've seen many people say he's trash since he was a kid when he said that "i wonder what miserable face he has", but like he's a kid, he doesn't know what he's saying AHSJFJWJQ8QR he was either taught that or he just learned it from others. Funnily enough, he does say toji has a pretty face now LMAO). Maybe it stems from something else, maybe it didn't.

I'm not saying him trying to kill Megumi is forgotten (Though, the Jujutsu Society is a place where teens get executed for the simple fact that they are too strong, so im not surprised. Just like Noritoshi said, age does not matter in Jujutsu Society). I see now why he was really pissed about Megumi being the head, since Naoya has been promised the position since he was young, only to loose of a 15 year old who is the son of the man he admires :')) However, still, none of it excuses the shit he did. He still has a shitty personality, but it's nice to know a bit of a background.

Anyway, that's all for now. My English is bad so that might be all over the place •`,`• That's just my take on it so I could be wrong or maybe seeing him wrong since we still don't know much abt him. I'm always scared to talk about naoya because the last time i did (on twt) i got a backlash of hate (ppl really do get hate just from admiring someone's characterization). Your blog is like a safe haven for naoya stans, so i thank you for that hehe.

Have a nice day suki!! kisses~

(also this is a PSPSPSPS to a naoya childhood friends au fic pls 👁👁)

bestie omg I am so sorry, I found this deep in my inbox and I am *shakes* and yes yes let’s talk about naoya, I would be more than glad to and I’m sorry I didn’t see this any sooner!! more rants and simping under the cut

I'm kinda sad at how people just calls Naoya a Toji fanboy (though true LMAO) and not realizing how Toji really influenced his persona. Like the admiration Naoya held for Toji is so deeply engraved in him that he, who was called a genius sorcerer as a child, looks up to a man who was called a failure. Toji is probably the only man in the clan that he respected, that's why toji's level of strength became his "picture" to follow. And I think a lot of who Naoya has become is because the Zen'ins literally groomed the decency out of him. Still, though groomed to be everything he is, he himself chose not to change anything about it.

omg for this…I’m actually like…like I love the detail that naoya admires toji? as we can see from the panel of little naoya, it’s like people have already planted in his head that no cursed energy = loser, yet he ended up admiring him and I am,,,my heart is just soft! exactly! just think of naoya born as a genius sorcerer yet his admiration for toji, who is painted as the clan’s failure, helped shape him into who he is! idk but I just really love the fact that naoya, who is like born with the pressure and role of being clan leader, somewhat strays from tradition and ends up finding strength into toji and even strives to follow him or “stand by him” someday. for me, it just shows that perhaps naoya isn’t really half as bad as he should be in an honest sense, meaning that he’s evil or morally corrupt because he was born that way or because he chose to be that way. I do agree that perhaps he is the way he is now because he’s groomed to be like that, but of course, I’m not going to disregard the fact that somewhere along the way, Naoya could’ve matured to choose himself to not embody the misogynistic tradition of the zen’in clan.

This could just be me, but my interpretation of it is that Naoya seems more like the perfect product or embodiment of how the clan shaped him to be, blinded him with false morals and the patriarchy presiding into them. Rather than Naoya being just “a misogynistic arrogant man” in my perspective and my opinion, I see him more into the bigger picture of his toxic upbringing to begin with. Like, no child is born evil unless there’s like a predetermined curse deciding their fate for them, so its partly the Zen’in clan’s fault he’s that way. But Gege showing that Naoya admiring someone the Zen’in clan disregarded, it shows that he is capable of being himself without the clause of his clan enforcing things to him once again, like the whole “he’s gonna be the future clan leader” thing, though that is still heavily embedded within him.

(wait but also?? little naoya looks cute like he would guide old ladies on the ped xing so what the fuck happened after that)

OMGGGG PLEASE THAT’S SO CUTE, HE LOOKED SO INNOCENT AND ADORABLE BUT EVEN AS A CHILD HE WAS ALREADY CALLING PEOPLE A LOSER LIKE EYE

I guess one major reason why he does not respect anyone else in the clan (besides his superiority complex) is because of the Zen'in's concept of what is marked as strong. Like, the way they see and treated him as if he's the best sorcerer in the making, yet failing to see Toji's powers and rejecting him fully. It's something similar to Mai when she said "Maki has talent that I don't. And the clan rejected that; that talent that I lacked",except Naoya is raised to be a confident (arrogant?) child, thus he takes it as a challenge instead and works to achieve it.

Anon, is it just me or like…was his superiority complex also enforced on him by the Zen’in clan as well? Again this could just be me going all psychologist mode on Naoya but the nature of superiority complex is quite interesting, you know! As a psych student, I perfectly understand that superiority complex either stems from several things like a) wanting to live up to one’s or others expectations, b) masking it with a deep stem of insecurity, or c) it’s a coping mechanism. See, I could go on and on about but then I’d have to link all my past studies lmao so let’s just put it on layman’s terms that my interpretation of Naoya’s superiority complex is once again, influenced by the clan. Imagine being a kid born into a clan where people remind you again and again that you’re the future leader, that you would be the one to guide them or protect them or discuss the clan’s future and status once you grow, and you’re quite groomed for it.

For such pressure to be put on a child’s shoulders, it kind of strips off his youth and instead of him enjoying his youth, I can imagine that it took a toll on little Naoya, and the reason he grew his superiority complex is his way to cope and reach the standards and expectations that is given to him. Of course, he’s a kid, he might start to wonder, “Can I even do all of that?” but seeing as the Zen’in clan highly measures strength and growth based on abilities, cursed energy, and overall just to conform into the image they’ve held for years, it’s quite obvious that Naoya can’t exactly voice out his worries over this, so instead, he masks it with a superiority complex that absolutely boosts him to a higher level, thus giving him the confidence he needed to carry out his tasks and the reassurance that, “Yes, I am worthy and I will be the clan leader.” As for your theory that he takes it as a challenge, I can see where you’re coming from! I think Naoya is the type of person who definitely likes to challenge himself, but one of the reasons I love his character so much is because he’s not completely a brainless “head on straight to war” type of person too.

He knows his limits and knows which side he should be in, as showed when Yuuta came and mans surrendered easily. Idk why but to me, Naoya, who is such an arrogant confident man who has high trust in abilities, but at the same time can admit when someone is stronger than him (like him admiring Toji and Gojo) just makes him more human and a little more beautifully flawed. Like, he’s not perfect and he’s most definitely an irritating character, but the way he was written is just *chef’s kiss*

Yes, ah I really do love this theory that he’s more irritated because in his mind, he’s like, “I’m a genius sorcerer! I was meant to be clan leader! This is my rightful spot to be a strong one, so how come Maki, who is a woman, with no zero cursed energy has reached the level of the person I looked up most to?” again, Naoya didn’t say that and those are just my opinions and brainrot so don’t come at me for it uwu, but yeah I do think that he’s very aggravated that he didn’t react that level first. Because I guess you could say, he’s probably alluding that Maki reaching Toji’s strength = them being equals, and ofc Naoya wanted to be the one standing beside them. It probably hit his superiority complex that he wasn’t the one in Maki’s spot especially when he tried so hard to achieve it, and considering the gifts he was given (same cursed technique as his dad and him having cursed energy) it threw him off.

Yeah, Naoya is most likely in denial and becomes aggressive over it, although I don’t really mean physically aggressive because Naoya is actually quite calm and ‘composed.’ If ever he did go on a rampage, he does it in such a suave, calculated manner with this silent confidence that he will win. It kind of makes you root for him because he even fools the audience (by audience I mean ME) that he’s going to OWN that fight but whoop, he got his ass kicked. Plus ten points for confidence and a bonus thousand points for being sexy though!!! Yeah, omg he’s probably in disbelief that a woman of all people could be like the person he admired most.

OMG YESSSS ANON YES YES YES *slams down simping button angrily* That’s what I like about him too! Even though Naoya is cocky and wayyyy too arrogant for his own good, I also like that he acknowledges he’s not quite in a level he wants to be in yet. And hah, his backstory, it wasn’t totally sob because it’s obvious he was much too doted on, but I still hate how they made him like that. True, if he’s still carrying the same misogynistic ideals as he is now in an age where he has the mental capacity to improve and be different, then the belief has become more of a choice than something engraved into him, which I am really disappointed and not really into because of course, he’d be much better if he wasn’t like that in the first place. LOLOLOLOL yes yes he’s a kid, it sure as hell doesn’t excuse the way he is now but like just think !!

if a kid was spouting out such mean words and CLEARLY no one is correcting him, who really is the problem here? A child has a harder time deciphering what is right and wrong by himself without proper guidance. And he didn’t have proper guidance, they really just let him be like that and it’s because the clan!! sucks !! ass !! YEAH he probably called toji with a miserable face because he hasn’t seen him before but after seeing the iconic dilf, Naoya gone be like, “anyways, I lied, moving on—”

I'm not saying him trying to kill Megumi is forgotten (Though, the Jujutsu Society isa place where teens get executed for the simple fact that they are too strong, so im not surprised. Just like Noritoshi said, age does not matter in Jujutsu Society). I see now why he was really pissed about Megumi being the head, since Naoya has been promised the position since he was young, only to loose of a 15 year old who is the son of the man he admires :')) However, still, none of it excuses the shit he did. He still has a shitty personality, but it's nice to know a bit of a background.

yeah no of course, no worries! even as a hardcore naoya stan, I can admit this dude is TERRIBLE for so many reasons! yeah I mean that could be pretty irritating because he was born for it, raised to be clan leader, groomed and expected he’d have that role, but nah someone else took his throne. yeah I’m with you on that, naoya has a shitty personality and I would totally smack him if he was real because he makes my eyes roll to the back of my head, but knowing his background and theorizing (read: me going all psychologist mode because he’s the only character I ever cared about to apply my studies into) his character is quite fun. I wish we had more scenes with Naoya though, I really hoped he’d play a bigger role but he just…died, I guess, though I’m starting to believe that maybe he really isn’t dead! Gege did him dirty omg I’ll cry again if it’s really GENUINELY confirmed my baby is gone.

ah no worries about your English, I didn’t really notice anything wrong with it tbh! And I understand, these are all just our opinions/theories/perspectives, we could be wrong or not, we don’t really know because we’re not Gege (⋟﹏⋞) NOOOO PEOPLE HATED YOU ON THAT? ISTG I’VE NEVER SEEN A FANDOM CANCEL SOMEONE AS MUCH AS JJK FANDOM CANCELS NAOYA AND NAOYA STANS LIKE – he’s just a fictional character omg, cancelling naoya is understandable because I would too but attacking his fans? or generally anyone who talks about him in a neutral or not in a way that goes, “yeah I would punch this mfer” is just?? doesn’t make sense to me bestie, people really choose to do that with their time yikes.

AND AWWW THANK YOU YES I PROTECT ALL MY FELLOW NAOYA STANS HERE, I respect who people simp for because if it’s what you enjoy and as long as you’re not hurting anybody, then it really doesn’t matter and it’s not a big deal! and you’re always welcome here uwu. have an even nicer day bestie and I’m sorry I didn’t see this sooner AAAA I really loved talking about this tho HEHEHEH I’m not actually too much of a JJK theorist since I’m not smart enough to pay attention or infer from all the details but NAOYA HMMMMM also childhood friends fic? hmu let’s hear it!! also ahh hmm idk but i get really happy whenever people talk to me freely about naoya bcos even tho i have been a naoya simp for like three months, it was not until recently that people came to me about him and i have just been simping alone (bcos people MADDDD) spsppsps okay rant over thank you anon i love you kith kith <3

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #jjk: manga spoilers #tw: misogyny

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fullmetalscullyy · 5 years

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happy birthday @waddiwasiwitch!!! i hope you have the best day and enjoy your little present uwu 💖❤💕 a new chapter of “my inferno” bc they have been like gold dust recently but i finally got my butt into gear and finished the next chapter, so thank you for that!! :D

premise: roy mustang is a famous singer and a poster boy for central city records. riza hawkeye is an up and coming singer who just got a record deal with armstrong records. when roy offered riza a regular spot playing at the bar he owns, the two slowly fall in love. the paprazzi snapped an ambiguous picture of them both at a central city records ball, and are spinning it that roy and olivier are now dating. now, the two must deal with the fall out of the media’s actions.

read the rest of the fic here - this is chapter 18

chapter 17 sneak peak:

“Good afternoon.”

“Uh, hi.” His response was flat and Riza was able to pick up on his inner turmoil. Her hands slid down to his hands, running down his arms, and she gripped them tightly.

“I saw the post. Denny showed me it when I arrived,” she shrugged. “Bless him, he was so worried about me,” she chuckled. “These people online will latch onto anything, won’t they?”

Her tone was so casual. She truly didn’t seem bothered by it, which Roy was glad about. After all, who would want news that their boyfriend was dating someone else plastered all over the internet? Sometimes Roy was just waiting for Riza to realise just how much of a hassle this was for her. When moments like this hit, he was a ball of anxious energy.

“It’s not true,” he blurted out without thinking.

She looked up at him, surprised. “Roy… I know that. I’m in the picture.”

“I’m sorry, I…” He sighed, pulling away from her. He walked over to the windows in his office, looking down on the bar below. His hands gripped the decorative dresser in front of it, his knuckles turning white as he rested his weight against it.

A hand was placed on his back in comfort.

“I’m sorry this has happened. You don’t deserve this,” he added, his voice hoarse.

“What are you talking about?” she asked gently.

Roy bowed his head and closed his eyes. When he lifted it, he turned to face Riza. He faced the wonderful woman who owned his heart completely, seeing no judgement or irritation, just concern which was beginning to shift into real worry.

“You don’t need to go through this.”

“I’m… I’m not going through anything, Roy.”

“They’re saying that your boyfriend is dating someone else. Everyone will believe it!” he exclaimed, as if it was obvious.

“But… I don’t care.”

“What?”

“I don’t care what all those people think.”

“Half the world thinks I’m dating Olivier Armstrong, and you’re okay with that? You don’t care?” He couldn’t believe it, and it showed in his tone.

Riza shook her head. “That’s not what I meant.” Her hand gripped his tightly. “What I meant was the people that matter to me know the truth. No one even knows we’re dating, Roy,” she reminded him softly. “Remember that. It’s not like they’re saying you’re cheating on me with her. It’s… Well, it’s not harmless,” she corrected herself. “However, it’s not a big deal. These people will latch onto anything to stir up trouble. Don’t let them.”

He watched her expression, noting how she was earnest in the way she spoke, trying to get him to believe what she was saying. There was no betrayal in her eyes and Roy finally let himself relax.

“All right. I won’t.”

“Easier said than done, I know,” she smirked. “But the people that mean the most to me know the truth. That’s what matters.”

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my inferno - chapter 18

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When Riza said “see you in a few”, Roy thought she’d only be a couple of minutes. Hayate didn’t take that long to do his business. Just as he was contemplating going to get her, Jean entered his office hurriedly.

“You need to go out front,” he urged, expression worried.

“Why?” Roy asked, standing from his desk chair, ready for action.

“The paps are here.”

Riza.

He took the stairs two at a time and exited his bar to the flash of cameras. They blinded him like always, but he wasn’t interested.

Luckily, he’d installed security outside his bar from day one. Being a famous celebrity meant there were always paparazzi outside Ignis. They had to remain behind a barrier and maintain a certain distance from the entrance to the bar, otherwise Roy would have them arrested. It was some loophole his mother had managed to find, and Roy wasn’t going to complain, especially when they could be so vicious on occasion. They were always desperate to get a word from him, but Roy ignored them. He was never interested in the vultures. All staff used the back entrance and by the time night rolled around, the paparazzi were uninterested in waiting around any longer. Most of them went home because there was never anyone famous as the live entertainment at Roy’s bar, like they so desperately hoped there would be.

“Roy Mustang!” they called, shoving phones in his direction. He was too busy looking for Riza. Roy knew better than to call her name out loud, so remained quiet. He began to worry when he wasn’t able to spot her.

“When did you start dating Olivier Armstrong?”

“How long has this been going on?”

“When can we expect the wedding?”

At the last one he turned around and re-entered his bar, where the paparazzi wouldn’t be able to follow.

“Jean, where –”

Riza was standing beside Jean, Hayate by her side.

Roy approached hurriedly, placing his hands on her shoulders and taking a close look at both her eyes, trying to decipher if anything was wrong.

“Are you all right?” he asked quietly, sincerely.

“Yeah… Why wouldn’t I be?” She looked positively bewildered.

“Jean said you’d been caught up in the paparazzi outside,” he stated, his worry bleeding through. Roy didn’t want her dealing with those vultures and especially not on her own. Not about anything that concerned them both.

Riza looked between him and Jean, clutching Hayate’s leash in her hands. Her brow furrowed in confusion. “I saw them when I left out front, but I just walked around the back.” She suddenly looked amused. “They thought I was someone important when I opened the door, but they put down the cameras when they saw me and looked disappointed.” She snickered. “That was a nice feeling, actually.”

“You said she had been,” Roy accused, turning his attention to Jean.

“I said the paps were here.” Jean shrugged. “She left that way, so I thought she might have been caught up in it.” He was unapologetic, and Roy was glad. It was good to know that Jean was looking out for her.

“You came looking for me?” she asked. Jean had already left to go back behind the bar, and Riza stepped forward towards Roy.

“Of course. I wasn’t going to let you face them alone. They’re only here to ask about the whole Olivier thing anyway, and I didn’t want you to be ambushed.”

“Thank you.” She kissed him lightly, a smile spreading across her face. “That was very sweet of you.”

“Of course, Riza. And if you ever do now that the photo is out there, just give me a call. I’ll help you if you need it.”

“Duly noted.” Another peck on his cheek, then she turned, waiting for him expectantly, so they could both return to his office.

Roy finished up quickly in his office and grabbed Riza’s hand as they snuck out the back of his bar quickly, swinging their hands together. They would head back to his place, each of them taking their cars, then would get a taxi in to town tonight so they could have a few drinks after Riza’s performance. He was excited to cook dinner for her too. It was always a treat to be able to do domestic tasks with Riza by his side.

“So, what’s on the menu tonight?” she asked as they approached her car. Her expression was radiant, and Roy was stunned for a second, taken aback by her beauty once more. His mouth opened to reply, but no words left him. Riza raised both eyebrows, laughing to herself. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I…” He’d managed to compose himself, finally. “I was just taken aback by how beautiful you were,” he replied truthfully. It was his turn to laugh when he saw how red her cheeks turned. Pecking her cheek, Roy was unapologetic as he beamed at her. “Diner is a surprise. See you soon?” he asked.

“See you soon,” she confirmed, peeking up at him through her fringe. She still wasn’t used to being complimented, especially not on her looks, but Roy made it his mission to mention it to her at least once a day. It was only the truth, after all.

They shared a quick kiss then went to their respective cars. Roy already hated being apart from her and couldn’t wait until they reached his apartment.

Arriving at the same time, their hands were drawn together like magnets as they approached the lift to Roy’s apartment.

“So, Chef Roy,” Riza teased with a grin as she placed her overnight bag on the floor by his door. “You won’t even give me a clue about what’s on the menu for tonight?”

Roy shook his head, noting she was still holding a bag that felt like it had some weight in it. “Nope. It’s a surprise.”

And that’s not the only surprise for tonight, he thought to himself, his palms sweating. He had a question to ask her, but wanted to wait until after they’d ate.

“Is there a special occasion?” she queried innocently as she approached his kitchen with the same bag.

Yes.

��No,” he replied smoothly, following close behind. He was curious about what was in this bag. What had she bought? “I only want to treat my wonderful girlfriend.”

She tossed a radiant smile over her shoulder and placed the bag on top of the counter.

“Although,” Roy added, taking a seat at the stool around his breakfast bar. “I am curious about what you’ve brought with you.”

Riza pulled out a bottle of red wine and two large packets of crisps. Her voice turned softer when she spoke.

“You sounded so worried on the phone about what had happened with Olivier, so I wanted to bring something in case you weren’t feeling up to cooking and wanted to talk through things.” She glanced up at him. “I thought we could order in and then pig out on crisps and wine when we got back from the bar.”

Roy blinked at her. She had been so thoughtful.

Even now, his stomach twisted painfully with anxiety over what might have happened and how Riza could have reacted to the news that everyone thought he was dating Olivier. It still didn’t sit right with him, what the media did, and he was still worried. Was she really okay with it? Riza reassured him she was, but this was just the beginning. With Riza in the spotlight even more now, things were bound to get worse with the media. It shouldn’t, but Roy had been in this business too long to be so naïve to think it wouldn’t.

“What?” she asked when he didn’t reply for a long moment, only stared at her.

“Oh, uh,” Roy stuttered, snapping out of it. “Nothing, sorry,” he replied sheepishly. “That was very thoughtful of you, thank you.” His thanks were as sincere as he could make them. He was surprised by the gesture, but only because he hadn’t expected her to think of something like that. Most girls he’d been with had picked up on anything the media posted, thinking it was true and leading them to believe he was cheating on them for some reason. It was never true, and Riza didn’t jump to conclusions and had seen the best in him. It was a refreshing change, especially in this industry and with his lifestyle.

Roy stood from his stool and approached her. Riza watched expectantly and didn’t move from her spot. He hugged her tight to his chest, giving her a quick squeeze, but didn’t pull away. He was pleased to note her arms rose to wrap around his torso equally as tight, and it reinforced his love for this woman in his heart. He loved her so much, and if something were to tear her away from him, or if she realised he was too much hassle and stress to be with because of his status, then it would definitely kill him. He now realised that his whole heart belonged to her, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with the woman in his arms.

Baby steps first, though.

“What’s this for?” Riza asked, her voice muffled against his chest.

“I love you, Riza.” Roy cleared his throat, surprised at the emotion that had been lodged in there. He squeezed her tight. “You’re so good to me.”

“You deserve it,” she replied without hesitation. Pulling away, she looked up at him with the softest smile on her face. He melted on the spot.

“I’m lucky to have such a thoughtful and understanding girlfriend,” he added, slightly nervous. Roy didn’t know how long the understanding part would last for. Being in the limelight took its toll on relationships, and Roy had more than enough experience of that.

“I like to think this is the standard.” She cocked her head. “Although something tells me this hasn’t been in the past for you.”

He glanced away from her, casting his gaze to nowhere in particular to his side. His eyes landed on the bottle of wine on the counter.

“Being famous…” He trailed off, struggling to find the right words. “It’s not a walk in the park. People will talk and some will try to turn us against each other.” He swallowed past the lump that had formed in his throat. “I just…” Roy sighed.

“What is it, Roy?” Riza murmured, turning his head gently by the chin so that he was facing her completely.

“I don’t want that to happen,” he whispered. Right now, that was his biggest fear.

“It won’t,” Riza replied firmly. “I won’t let it. Don’t let what happened get to you, Roy.”

“It’s hard,” he admitted.

This was the first time he’d revealed something like this to someone other than his mother. She knew all about his struggles and hardships with relationships in general after he’d become famous. Not just romantic ones, although there hadn’t been many. That had quickly stopped after his second girlfriend went crazy because some trashy magazine had falsely posted they were having “relationship troubles”. It was completely made up, however she’d lived and breathed that rubbish and treated it like gospel. She left him angrily after that, and Roy didn’t bother anymore. It was too much work. That’s why he couldn’t believe his luck he’d met someone as wonderful as Riza Hawkeye.

Riza offered him a sympathetic smile. “I know.”

He huffed another sigh and slid his hands down, so they were resting on her hips. “It’s always been hard for me to keep people around. Everything about me takes its toll on them at one point and they always leave.”

Silence descended over the kitchen. Even Hayate was quiet, although in the moment, Roy had completely forgotten about him.

“Are you waiting for that to happen again?” Riza asked quietly.

Glancing up, Roy resisted the urge to bite his lip because it would give his answer away. He saw Riza’s head had dipped as she tried to catch his eye.

He nodded. It was tiny, but it was there. He couldn’t admit it out loud. It terrified him too much, losing Riza.

“I understand.” Roy watched as her expression turned sympathetic. “I’ve been through the same thing. At school I was the quiet kid who didn’t have any friends because my father was a “weirdo”, and by association, so was I,” she shrugged. “The only friends I have are Rebecca, Izumi and Sig, and my old music teacher.” Her expression turned fond at the mention of the teacher. She’d never spoken about them before. “It’s a small circle, but it’s with the best people, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. At one time, I was just waiting for them all to leave like everyone else, but they didn’t. They stuck around and supported me like no one else had ever done before.”

“How do you do it?” he asked. She mentioned before that she didn’t care what people thought. Roy, in general, was the same, but when something like this happened to someone he cared about, he couldn’t help but worry about what they thought and if things were okay between them.

“I learned very early on not to care. If I did, I would cry my eyes out, which I hated doing. After I learned not to, my childhood became easier, but it was a hard road getting there. However,” she added, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a rush. She smiled up at him. “It’s done me the world of good. I was so self-conscious and had very low self esteem at school. Once I stopped caring, I was finally able to move forward. And, after everything I’ve gone through, it all led me to you.” Her smile was even brighter this time. “And I’m happy with that.”

Roy crushed her in his arms, never wanting to let her go.

* * *

“I love you,” Roy whispered in Riza’s ear, his breath caressing her skin. She shivered at the sensation, unable to help herself, and squeezed him tighter. He obviously needed it.

Riza understood his worry and concern over what had happened with the media. It wasn’t fair to him though. He didn’t deserve to be treated that way, and Riza knew it was going to get worse now their relationship was out in the open. It shouldn’t matter, but Riza wasn’t stupid. She knew they’d be scrutinised over everything, but there was a reason she didn’t have social media. If she couldn’t see it, she didn’t have to worry about it.

“I’ll never leave you because of what someone online tells me. I’ll always come to you about it,” she reassured him, rubbing her hands up and down his back. “Plus,” she chuckled. “I’d have to have social media for that to happen, and I don’t think that’s going to occur anytime soon. Especially not after today.”

She felt his body heave a sigh underneath her arms. “I know,” he murmured. He sounded ashamed and a bit embarrassed.

“I care about you Roy. I care a lot.” The grip on her tightened and she smiled to herself. “I won’t jeopardise that by jumping to conclusions. I’m like you. I don’t want to mess this up, and I don’t want to lose you either. I’d never forgive myself if I acted like that and it ruined everything for us.”

Riza placed her palms on his cheeks, guiding his head out the crook of her neck. She met his gaze head on and didn’t shy away from the eyes begging her to continue to reassure him, for his own peace of mind.

“I’m in this for the long run.” Her tone was firm, and she felt a boldness creep up on her. “I… I hope you are too,” she finished after letting loose a breath in a rush.

“Definitely.”

His lips descended on hers quickly and Riza was powerless to stop it. Not that she would. His hands caressed up and down her sides, driving her crazy, which made her tug at his shirt to remove it from his waistband.

Things were escalating as he began to walk backwards, pushing her with him, but maintaining a tight grip around her waist so she wouldn’t fall. Her back hit the wall and she moaned.

“Dinner,” she gasped, finally able to find her breath.

“You want food now?” he chuckled against her neck, not letting up on his assault there with his lips.

“We need to have it soon or –” She was cut short by her own gasp when his teeth nipped at the vein in his neck.

“We’ve got time,” he dismissed, his breath tickling her neck. Riza’s hands lifted to rest on his shoulders, fingers digging in hard to find purchase and to spur him on even more.

“Not really –”

Her argument was cut short as his lips covered hers once again, silencing her. Once they broke apart for breath, Riza opened her eyes to find him staring at her, his eyes and expression hungry with desire.

“We’ll make time.” It was a statement, but Roy still held back, like he was waiting for her to agree with him before things progressed.

Riza nodded. As she did so, she gripped his shoulders tight and pulled him back towards her. Roy lifted her as they kissed, hooking her legs around his waist as he carried her to his bedroom, kicking the bedroom door closed with his foot. They were lost to one another underneath the satin sheets of his bed.

Once parted, they lay in Roy’s bed, basking in the presence of one another. Riza didn’t want to leave this bed. She didn’t want to leave him. She knew driving back to her apartment alone tomorrow night would be painful. It was becoming harder and harder every time to leave him, and Riza had only started to notice in the last week or so.

She snuggled into his side and Roy wrapped his arms around her, but not before lifting the sheet to cover their exposed bodies.

“I love you,” she murmured into his side. A pleased smile was unstoppable as she felt him shift and press a kiss to the top of her head. Leaving him tomorrow would be agony.

“I love you so much it’s unbearable sometimes.” His reply made her melt next to him.

She’d never felt so loved by someone before. Not only that, he was her biggest supporter. From day one he’d accepted her based on her talent alone – not that she thought she had much else to offer, but apparently so – and helped her with everything she needed, from stage setups, to helping her pick between Central City and Armstrong Records. Maes had been crestfallen she’d chosen Armstrong over him but didn’t complain.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, ghosting his fingers up and down her arm.

“I always wondered…”

“Yeah?”

“When you accepted me as a regular artist at your bar… Did you know you liked me then?”

She heard him shift his head, no doubt cocking it in thought.

“I found your voice absolutely incredible. I fell in love with it immediately.” She felt her face heating up. “And the next morning I played your EP for hours and just listened to it. I was smitten,” he chuckled, not ashamed to admit it. “Then I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and the way you sang. You were so endearing and the way you dressed was so refreshing from all the other artists I’d seen.”

“What was I wearing?” For the life of her she couldn’t remember but wanted to see if Roy did.

“It was a pair of skinny jeans and a plain hoodie. It was a nice change from the too expensive suits and the people caked in makeup.”

“What’s wrong with that?” she queried.

“Nothing’s wrong with it,” he stressed. “It was the people. They were only dressed up like that to try and impress me, but I didn’t want that, I wanted good music and serious musicians. I didn’t want people doing the gig just for the chance to meet me, which has happened more than once.”

Now she understood. It must have been hard for him to get a serious business of the ground when people were only interested in meeting him, and not what he was trying to do.

“And that Sunday Maes told me he was going to offer you a deal – which meant you made a big impression on him, by the way – I was so excited. A part of me was happy for you and I tried to ignore the flipping of my stomach at the thought of seeing you again,” he chuckled.

“Wow,” Riza whispered. That was quick.

“It was mostly just to see you perform again, but secretly I wanted to see you again too. You’re truly a vision when you play, Riza, and every time I witness it, I fall in love with you all over again.” Her cheeks turned pink again and her happy smile returned.

“What about you?” he asked.

“I remember leaving the coffee shop and finding the note you gave me for my EP and was confused about where it had come from. I’d completely forgotten you’d bought it.”

“You forgot about me that fast?” he joked, lifting his shoulder so her head, which was resting on it, was nudged upwards.

“For your information,” she fired back, but with no bite to her tone. “I got home at one o’clock in the morning then was up at five for work on the Sunday. I didn’t have a chance to think about you.”

Roy hugged her against the side of his body. “Hopefully that life is behind you now,” he replied carefully, sounding like he hoped it was the right thing to say.

“Fingers crossed,” Riza agreed. “Anyway, I remembered thinking you were very good looking, but I really liked your smile. And you were so sweet and made me feel so welcome for playing at your bar. I’d never had that experience before. From then on, I fell for you slowly, but it was inevitable.”

“I’m glad things turned out for the best.” She hummed in agreement, shifting so she was more comfortable against him. “And I was thinking…” Roy added, trailing off and sounding uncertain.

“About what?” Riza prompted him.

Roy sat up, gently moving so Riza could move as well. He was facing her completely, the sheet draped across his lap while Riza pulled it tighter around her exposed body. She shivered in the cool air.

“Actually, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking…”

“That sounds dangerous,” she joked. Riza had no idea where that joke came from. Roy blinked at her, then laughed, slightly in disbelief.

“Thanks,” he replied sarcastically, but he was grinning.

“You’re welcome,” was her sweet reply.

“No, but seriously, I have been thinking a lot about us. We both love each other, and I don’t know about you, but when you leave here on a Sunday night, or after I leave your apartment, it’s one of the hardest things I have to do.”

Riza nodded in agreement. “It’s the same for me.”

“So… What about if we… Lived together? Here?”

His question didn’t fully register with her and Riza just stared at him, still waiting for his real question. Was that it…? Was he… asking her to move in with him?

No…

He was.

Roy awaited her answer, shifting in place.

“If you don’t want to, and want to keep your apartment, I completely understand. I just thought it might be easier for you seeing as Armstrong Records is only a short drive from here instead of over an hour, and –”

“Roy.” She cut off his rambling, her brain finally catching up. He froze, watching her almost fearfully. He was scared he’d overstepped things and she’d say no.

Riza’s heart was racing in her chest. She wanted to jump for joy. She wanted to cry. She wanted more than anything to move in with him.

“Let’s do it.”

It was his turn to stare at her and blink while he registered her answer.

Roy surged to his knees and cupped her cheeks in his hands, kissing her fiercely. She laughed against him, losing her balance so they both fell back on the bed.

“Thank you,” he breathed, staring lovingly into her eyes.

“You don’t need to thank me,” she giggled.

“No, but I do, because you’ve made me the happiest man alive.”

“Then I’ll say thank you to you for the same thing,” she grinned.

They almost went for round two when Riza broke apart for a breath, pushing Roy off her playfully.

“We need something to eat,” Riza reminded him.

“Can’t you be on the menu.” Roy waggled his eyebrows suggestively then laughed as she threw a pillow at him. He caught it and rolled over onto his back while Riza sat up and started to dress herself.

“No, and I’m starving. You wanted to make me dinner, roomie, so get to it.”

Roy hopped out of bed, half clothed, with a beaming smile. He saluted sharply like a soldier. “Aye, aye, captain.”

Riza rolled her eyes and laughed at his antics as he marched out the room. As she dressed herself, Riza heard him whistling a tune.

Roomie… She almost started crying at the thought of moving in with Roy. He had become her home. He was her haven, and she couldn’t wait to live every day with him from now on. She pressed a hand over her mouth to muffle a sob. A happy one, though.

Hayate walked through now that the bedroom door was open. He whined up at Riza, his ears pulling back.

“Hey, boy,” she greeted, sniffing and laughing to herself. “Welcome to your new home.”

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Let’s talk about writers and fanfiction

Over the past weeks I saw a lot of writers in my dash receiving tons of nasty anons criticizing their style of writing, writers I really appreciate even if they don’t know me. Then came the plagiarism thing, so i decided to write a few things about the matter (forget my English, is not my first language 🙃)

I have to be honest, a year and a half ago, I thought of fanfiction as a silly thing until I decided to give it a try and read and definitely changed my mind. I have no idea how to write fiction is, the only approach I have about the subject is the journalistic writing I have to do for school and even if it’s different, I get that the feeling of posting something you’ve done can be scary, nerve-racking, gives you a lot of anxiety. Will people like it? Is it a silly thing to post? What if I said something wrong, if I’m misunderstood?

What I intend to say with this, is that it takes a lot of courage to publish something so intimate, something to which you dedicated a lot of time, effort and what you did with love, and also, for free. And I say intimate because I firmly believe that when writing fiction, a part of each writer appears there, a piece of how they are, what they think, their believes. As for example in the last chapter of BTY. I don’t know @balfeheughlywed , we never talked but I read a post recently about how that chapter meant for her to be a love letter to motherhood and it perfectly reflects her intention while mixing it with the story (beautiful chapter btw, I end up crying when Jamie started to talk to their bairn)

When it comes to feelings, many times the way to channel them is through writing. Other times it is through music, painting, dancing, etc. there are a lot of ways to express them, but since we are talking about written stories, let's keep it that way. I think what Lauren did was something beautiful, I’m not a mother but I thought of my mom and what she has been through, and it must have been a terrible yet beautiful experience. Other author I can think of right now is @whiskynottea with Death dreams. Her writing there is so beautiful yet so painful because she talks about things that happens in the real life. I sort of know how it is to live with someone suffering depression and let me tell you, it breaks your heart. Her portrayal of Claire as the partner of the one suffering, and Jamie as the depressed one seems so real, like you can feel what they feel in every chapter, and is a clever decision to add topics maybe not everyone is brave enough to talk about, be it depression, abortion, PTSD, miscarriages, some terminal disease…

Also, I want to comment on the subject of plagiarism. Since the beginning of last year I read OL fanfiction, and I can *shamefully* say that I read a lot, much more than all the books I have on my shelf that I didn’t read yet. And in many cases things are repeated, such as the meeting of the main characters, how they fall in love, the use of quotes from the original books, even the personalities of the characters involved. That doesn’t mean to plagiarize anyone’s work, in my opinion, it’s because within this community, many people think about the characters in a way (i.e. Frank being an abusive sexist who cheats on his partner and doesn’t care), many topics are repeated (Jamie being librarian, Claire being a doctor), what really changes is how each one writes a story based on it, and among everything I read, it's always different, because as everyone is different, so is their writing.

But also, we are in 2019 guys, I doubt there’s something that hasn’t been invented yet, everything gets recycled, so what’s the point in blaming people for writing similar things? Also, what a waste of time to be searching some specific quote of a fic and compare it with another one, i’m tired with only think about it.

For me, writing it’s a very difficult thing to achieve since I suck at words and have no idea how to express my feelings/what I want to say properly (you are seeing that now, haha). But these people out there who week after week transmit magic with each chapter, who write them in such a poetic way, research enough to give a quality content, deserve nothing but praise. If you don’t like what they write, there is only one thing to do, don’t read it. And if you have nothing good to say, it is better to say nothing. There is no reason to be filling their inbox with horrible comments, insults, pointing their mistakes if there’s no a constructive reason behind. Im always saying this but we don´t know what’s in each other lives, so maybe by leaving those things, you’re ruining their day.

There is a huge variety of styles to choose from, so it's a matter of looking for what you like and keep going. There are stories that are simpler to read, others more complicated, with metaphors, more description, maybe more elaborated (I don’t say that the simple ones are bad, but they are easier to read, at least for me, and I like it), some have shorter chapters, others longer. There are about J/C, about secondary characters, one shoots, multichapters, fluffy, angsty, canon divergence, AU... And luckily, the number of people who dare to write their own stories grows day by day, and the ones we already know improves every week, with every new story so, why don’t we go for kindness, good comments, and constructive criticism instead of sending hateful inboxes?

For writers: I can’t express how much happiness you give me every day, how I improved my English since I started reading. Reading every story makes me understand how you write the characters we love (and hate), how you understand them, how can you put them in different scenarios, different eras, in which they are presidents, florists, doctors, professors, businessmen, swimmers, make them go through difficult times, beautiful ones, and that so and all you make them shine. The possibilities you have are immense and I can’t wait to read everything they have to offer, because I’m sure is going to be a masterpiece. I know is easier said than done but it’s better to focus in the ones who really cares for the time you put into this, who waits impatiently for a sneak peak, an entire chapter, background information about your story, pics, whatever. Haters gonna hate and I personally believe it had nothing to do with you, they are just mean people, maybe bored ones who thinks is funny to send those kind of messages and don’t really care if they are hurting you in the process. Keep doing your thing, you are free to do it and there are a lot of people willing to read whatever you do.

Thank you for being brave enough to share a piece of you, of your creativity and sorry for being lazy and sometimes forget to leave a comment, or read the chapters 657946 years later, believe me when I say I do love everything you write and I end up laughing, crying, jumping in my bed when some characters kiss for the first time after a long slow burn, and sometimes completely shooked at the end of every chapter and wanting for more ❤️❤️❤️

@imagineclaireandjamie @missclairebelle @notevenjokingfic @abbydebeaupreposts @kalendraashtar @jmoonrise @sassenachwaffles @lenny9987 @curlsgetdemgurls @bonniebird17 @wunderlichkind @julesbeauchamp @sassenachwriter @ladyviolethummingbird @jack-andthestalk @balfeheughlywed @claryclark @thatsoccercoach @kkruml @whiskynottea @laythornmuse @magnoliasinbloom @written-rebellion @phaedrecameron @takemeawaytocamelot @thefraserwitch @gotham-ruaidh @mybeautifuldecay @mo-nighean-rouge @monigheandonn1743 @suhailauniverse @anoutlandishfanfic @owlish-peacock36 @devaigh @holdhertightandsayhername @dancinginadaydream @crossinginstyle (i’m sorry if i forgot someone 🙏🏼)

I hope this makes sense since I’m writing this with the help of google translator bc I’m tired, sleepy and my English sucks lately 😊

#Outlander #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #outlander fandom #fanfic writers #writers #fanfiction #thoughts #just some sort of love letter to writers #we are all work in progress #so let people be #and create #and express #and among all things #be kind

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