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narcoticwriter · 3 years ago

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The Unsung Electro Gigachad of Genshin Impact (Also Known As: Beidou Mains Come Get Y’all’s Agenda Post)

Introduction:

You’re probably wondering what has caused me to ponder this question and I’ll be honest with you, it started with a shitpost.

Rawfler is a pretty funny guy who makes funny Genshin memes, some high-quality Genshin Impact character shitposts, and showcases that present the potential that they can reach given the right artifacts, weapons, and constellations all in one quick 4-5 minute Youtube videos. They’re typically titled ‘[Character].exe’ and I’ve watched all of them multiple times because I find them entertaining. The link to his channel is where his name is mentioned.

That context aside, I was called to the attention of a certain character that (as a four-star no less) was absolutely badass. It didn’t help that they were mentioned so much in the ‘Diluc Harem AU’ (crackery) that I did a little bit of reading up on them. This character that I am discussing today does not get the appreciation they deserve because, if utilized correctly, is absolutely devastating to an almost broken effect.

This character? None other than Beidou.

This entire post can be summarized as this quote that’s thrown about everywhere in this fanbase:

There are no bad characters. Only bad players.

And bold of you to assume that this analysis is only going to apply to the killable things in Genshin Impact and not the vast majority of the characters themselves.

So folks, we’re diving yet again into the absolute madladery that is the Captain of the Crux. Hold on tight, because it gets wild.

(Spoilers for Beidou’s story quest underneath the cut because I may be out of pocket, but I’m not yet out of line. TL;DR is also at the end of this post.)

Character, Story, & Lore:

SPOILERS FOR BEIDOU HANGOUT AND BACKSTORY

You can’t say you weren’t warned.

. . .

Genshin Impact has a chronic case of MOD, also known as ‘Making Orphans Disease’ and I’m afraid it’s gone too far for any cure to be effective. Every playable character better get their affairs in order and Beidou is no exception to this.

She didn’t really have anyone as a child. Fought dying dogs for scraps of food in a backwater village in Liyue. She was called ‘Beidou’ but didn’t really know what it meant. At least not until the village elder who took her in died and the village was plagued with the ailments that type of village would suffer regardless of if he was dead or alive.

It’s not really said how she ended up with her crew and the Crux in Liyue Harbor, but she had made quite the name for herself. But the defining moment of her story lies in an encounter with Haishan.

It could almost be seen as a nod from nature itself that her dream of slaying Haishan with a single blow to the neck would be placed within her reach. After days of arduous fighting in her fleet with her crew, she dealt that fatal blow, Haishan’s head flying off as the stump of his neck was sliced clean and true. Then as she stood, drenched in the blood of that beast, her prize, an Electro Vision, was granted to her.

A long way from being a starving little girl, fighting for half a rice ball in the dirt with a dog that clung just as desperately to life as she did.

To put it simply, Beidou came from the dregs of the barrel and clawed her way to the top; doing that takes a willingness to do whatever it takes not only get there, but protect what she had gained along the way.

. . .

It’s likely very romantic or philosophically stupid of me to make the connections, but I find that the character themselves can often be reflected in their statistics and base setup, so this time, I’ve decided to start with her proper introduction.

I’ve decided to use character, story, and lore as to highlight factors in how they would conduct themselves and how they would fight. I see it as particularly influential as to the outcome of these theoretical circumstances.

Notes & Disclaimers:

Firstly, the sources and information that I will use for this post are the Genshin Impact Wiki page for Beidou, the ‘Genshin Impact BEIDOU.EXE’ video by Rawfler, and the Beidou Guide by ZΛNTO on the Keqing Mains website. Without them, collecting this information would be much harder and I would have to do more math on top of analysis, so thank them for cutting the length of this document in half.

Secondly, as per last post, there’s a lot of numbers and terminology incoming, so I will try to explain it well. It’ll mostly be percentages and base numbers we have to work with. Again, in terms of the system that the wiki has at this present moment, some of these statistics may have been adjusted, so pardon if the numbers seem off for the current version of the game at the time of this post being published.

In terms of buffs, this will be a bit different, as I will include all constellations, specialty weapons, and artifacts at the highest level possible. The numbers and enhancements being brought into this are to ensure that we hit the maximum level that is possible for Beidou as a Main DPS that focuses on any type of Attack Damage for the purposes of this analysis.

Also, as a side note, I won’t be adding a basic synopsis as I already have the link to it in the beginning of this section.

With that out of the way, let’s jump into some stats.

Gameplay Statistics:

For the sake of this analysis, the damage economy of Genshin Impact gameplay is highly important, so for the sake of it, I will post it here again. The damage economy is calculated in this order:

Attack - the base attack damage from the character and the weapon of the character (including all of their skills, buffs from weapons, and all that good stuff) Talent Scaling - the combat talents and passive talents that enhance the character’s respective combative abilities Damage Bonus - the types of damage (plunging, charged, etc.) and their respective bonuses per according to the character Critical Hit - randomized and influenced by the critical rate Defense (on target) - reduces damage per according to their base defense Resistances (on target) - reduces damage per according to their elemental and physical attributes Elemental Reactions - the way that the element(s) being used will react to the element(s) it comes into contact with

(This is actually important now)

The most important statistics for this analysis are Attack Damage (ATK), Critical Hit Rate (CRIT Rate), Critical Hit Damage (CRIT DMG), and Elemental Damage ([Element] DMG). However, there is also a special attention to health points and Elemental Reactions, as they are affected by Beidou’s talent scaling and Elemental Mastery respectively.

Blink twice if you need help. Your eyes have to be hurting already.

Attack damage is the damage they deal with their hits, critical hit rate is how often they land a critical hit and the critical damage itself deals 50% more damage than a typical one in terms of the flat rate.

Elemental damage essentially inflicts the damage of a respective element onto a creature hit with an Elemental Skill and Elemental Burst while also giving it that status effect for a certain amount of time.

I feel like health points are self-explanatory, but if not, it’s how many points a character can lose before hitting zero and being rendered null. Elemental Mastery is the reactions of elements being inflicted in a certain order as to incur higher elemental damage (bonuses being 1.5 and 2 times as much respective to elements and order, more can be found here).

Now that we know this, we can now take a look at Beidou’s flat statistics.

Base Character Statistics:

Without any account for weaponry, special attributes, or artifacts, the base statistics for Beidou at the highest level possible (Level 90) are as follows:

Health Points: 13,050 Attack: 225 Defense: 648 Critical Hit Rate: 5% Special Stat: Electro Damage Bonus of 24%

So, the first thing you notice immediately is how much health she has in comparison to her base defense and base attack. Over 13,000 health is nothing to laugh at, but her other stats don’t give an indication as to why she would need it. That is, until you look at her attacks and her Electro Damage Bonus, telling you that whenever Beidou uses her Elemental Skill or Elemental Burst, she is automatically doing more damage than most other characters without a similar set.

This leads me to believe that her health points have some correlation with her skill and burst.

Combat Talents and Passive Talents:

Yet again, I feel the need to break down the basis of this subject because it is expansive and in dire need of summary. Feel free to skip this if you’re familiar.

Combat Talents consist of four things: Normal Attacks, Elemental Skills, Alternate Sprint, and Elemental Bursts. Normal Attacks come into three types: Normal Attack, Charged Attack, and Plunge Attack, each with their own respective effects. Normal Attacks are consecutive blows, Charged Attacks typically include either Elemental Damage or increased Physical Damage, and the Plunge Attack occur from mid-air and typically cause an ‘Area of Effect’ (AoE).

The ‘Alternate Sprint’ skill doesn’t include Beidou, so it won’t be mentioned here.

Beidou’s Combat Talents are as follows:

Special Base Skill: N/A (I looked and I think it only applies to five stars, correct me if I’m wrong) Normal Attack: Oceanborne (Five consecutive strikes); continuous strikes using stamina, ending with a final slash; normal plunge attacks Elemental Skill: Tidecaller Press: Swings an lightning-infused attack, dealing Electro Damage Hold: Lifts weapon up as a shield, the maximum damage that is absorbed scales off maximum health points; the attacks using the energy stored within the greatsword upon willing release or once the duration expires, dealing Electro Damage, the said damage scaling with the number of times the character is attacked in the skill's duration. The greatest Damage Bonus will be attained once this effect is triggered twice (hit her twice while holding). Shield: Has 250% Electro Damage Absorption Efficiency; applies the Electro element upon activation Elemental Burst: Stormbreaker Thunderbeast’s Targe: When Normal and Charged Attacks hit, they create a lightning discharge that jump between opponents, dealing additional Electro Damage while also decreasing damage and increasing resistance to interruptions (of hitting things) to the character (considered AoE)

That skill is really damn impressive for a Meliodas kinnie joking joking please don’t kill me

So you can say that my analysis so far has lead me to believe that Elemental Bursts were typically more of a final move, but Beidou’s build is unique in the way her Elemental Burst complements, if not intensifies, the importance of her Elemental Skill. This, combined with her Electro Damage Bonus, makes her capable of one-shotting some smaller opponents. Mind you, we haven’t started taking passive talents into consideration yet, let alone constellations, weapons, or artifacts.

Passive Talents typically improve upon the Combat Talents of the respective character in question. The Utility Passives are not to be taken into account for the reasons that they have no reason being in a comparison for the true Electro Archon.

Her Passive Talents are as follows:

1st Ascendant Passive: Counterattacking with Tidecaller at the precise moment when the character is hit grants the maximum DMG Bonus (getting rid of the need to use Tidecaller twice). 4th Ascendant Passive: Gain the following effects for ten seconds after using Tidecaller (Elemental Skill) with its maximum damage bonus: The damage dealt by Normal and Charged Attacks, along with the attack speed of Normal and Charged Attacks, is increased by 15% while also greatly reducing delay before unleashing Charged Attacks

Beidou Mains scare me, but Beidou whales scare me more.

Remember, we haven’t even covered any buffs we can get with the weapons, constellations, and artifacts yet. So with the information above, we can now start to establish the most powerful Main DPS Beidou build possible.

Constellations:

Constellations serve as buffs making already powerful skills all that more deadly for those on the receiving end of them while also enhancing the capabilities of the character themselves.

Beidou’s respective constellations and their effects are as follows:

Sea Beast's Scourge: When Elemental Burst is used, creates a shield that absorbs up to 16% of maximum health for fifteen seconds (this shield also absorbs Electro Damage 250% more effectively) Upon the Turbulent Sea, the Thunder Arises: Elemental Burst’s arc lightning can jump to two additional targets Summoner of Storm: Increases the Level of Elemental Skill by three, the maximum upgrade level being 15 Stunning Revenge: Upon being attacked, Normal Attacks gain an additional instance of 20% Electro Damage for ten seconds Crimson Tidewalker: Increases the Level of Elemental Burst by three, the maximum upgrade level being 15 Bane of Evil: During the duration of the Elemental Burst, the Electro Resistance of surrounding opponents is decreased by 15%

Do I scream from the rooftops that all of this shit is just maximum character stats without any artifacts or is this too much? Because anyone who goes up against her is in for a world of pain.

This is where I get to have proper fun because of the extensive Beidou build guide I mentioned earlier. From this point forward, about 80% of everything I’m referencing is from there.

Artifacts:

So uh, artifacts. What are they? How do they work? The link is here. For the sake of this analysis, however, I’ll do a crash course:

Artifacts are objects that you can get to enhance certain character stats

Each artifact has a main stat, with up to four sub stats or secondary stats

There are five types of artifacts: the Flower of Life, the Plume of Death, the Sands of Eon, the Goblet of Eonothem, and the Circlet of Logos

The Flower of Life and the Plume of Death come with only one main stat, the others are fair game

You can get sets of artifacts (belong to the same kind with around the same effects i.e. Berserker’s set)

So based on this and what a Main DPS Beidou is ideally, the main stats should be a Circlet focused on CRIT Rate/CRIT Damage, a Sands focused on more Attack percentages, and a Goblet focused on Electro Damage. Any sub stats should primarily focus on Energy Restoration before going into higher CRIT Rate, Attack Damage, and Attack Percentages.

There are two ideal sets of artifacts for Beidou per according to the Beidou guide, the said sets being:

Thundering Fury (2) / Noblesse Oblige (2) / Gladiator’s Triumph (2)

Emblem of Severed Fate (4)

Both of these sets have a heavy emphasis on increasing attack damage in general for Beidou, who has sub-par Physical Attack Damage at best. However the first one has a slight advantage as there would be more sub stats and effects to gain buffs from rather than the full set of four of the same.

Why am I still here? Just to suffer? Or squeeze the dopamine from my neurons? Or to prove a point? Yes. Just, yes.

Anyways, this is not going to be calculated until we have the ideal weapon for our ascending Electro Archon, and there’s only one truly iconic and effective greatsword that will fit such a completely goated full-counter enthusiast:

Diluc, hand it the fuck over.

Weapons:

As heavily implied by the previous sentence, the refined Wolf’s Gravestone (unbuffed and unbothered) is the number one choice for Beidou. I don’t know how she’ll get it, but she’ll find a way. However, if you don’t happen to have one in your inventory somewhere, you can always completely refine a Serpent’s Spine (with five stacks of passives to boot).

Wolf’s Gravestone -

Attack: 608 Second Stat Type: Attack Second Stat: 49.6% Wolfish Tracker: Increases Attack by 40%

Serpent Spine -

Attack: 510 Second Stat Type: Critical Hit Rate Second Stat: 27.6% Wavesplitter: Every 4s a character is on the field, they will deal 10% more DMG and take 2% more Damage; the maximum stack being five

The numbers I’m about to show you are the causation of being unbuffed externally and using the 2/2/2 set earlier, as there will be no Bennetts buffing Beidou to even more ridiculous damages.

These numbers are calculated based on the damage economy, the artifacts, and the weapons themselves and if you say they aren’t believable, I only have one thing to say to you:

Eula did over seven million damage in-game once.

So the math doesn’t lie when it states that the Spine pales slightly in comparison to the Gravestone, the damage of an refined Gravestone compared to a five-stacked, and refined Spine having a 29,720.14 point difference.

In case you’re wondering, the totals were 621,563.87 and 591,843.73 respectively.

However, the 2/2/2 set is ideal for a low-energy cost Beidou build, so if I put them both with the 4-EoSF set (made for higher energy cost), I would get different numbers from the unbuffed refined Gravestone and refined five-stacked Spine.

They do come in at a massive gap of 93,238.42 points with the totals of 572,547.43 and 479,309.01 respectively.

Regardless, anything hit with that devastating critical in whatever build is dead. Period. Unless they have a shield. Not that Stormbreaker would let it do that much to the unshielded ones around them.

Now for the moment we’ve all been waiting for: who’s getting clowned by Beidou?

Well, you’re going to have to wait a little while longer.

TL;DR:

Beidou is a high defense stat away from becoming the Noelle of the Electro element and her full counter is living proof.

Concluding Thoughts + An Announcement:

You can find the in the next post that I will release because if I put it all here, I would have over 5000 words on this post and that’s too much logistics and numbers to have at once.

Splitting it into a showcase/fight is easier on me as I am not under as much of the self-induced pressure that I put on myself to be as accurate as possible. Taking it slow will be good for everyone involved as I have lowkey started to ignore life around me ehe other things I need to do and would like to do.

I also want to sleep, but that’s already been axed by the chopping block.

So, you will all be getting the Beidou showdown that you most certainly deserve at a later date.

Until then, toss some investment to your Beidou, as this was supposed to be a Beidou agenda post to begin with lmao.

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tedesquire · 4 years ago

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Hi! Could I please add another request to my list? :D it's based off a Hey Arnold episode in which Bill and the reader are on a week long school vacation and they run into each other at the beach and Bill develops a crush on a pretty girl who befriends him but the reader finds out the girl's only using Bill to win a sandcastle contest in order to be on the show Baywatch. The reader tries to tell Bill but he won't listen and he eventually overhears the girl talking with her boyfriend and tells her off only to win the contest with the reader and they confess their feelings? 💕💕

Summer Lovin’

Words: 2554

Warnings: cursing, female pronouns (but no genitalia mentioned and no skin color specified) a bit of angst (fluffy ending though)

Author’s Note: first of all, I fucking love Hey, Arnold! and definitely love Helga G. Pataki with all my heart. She’s a weirdo and I love it. I knew exactly what episode you were talking about. I can't believe you got me to write 13 pages of fanfic for such a specific and niche fandom, but hey, I don’t do this for the fame. I do this for the little bit of serotonin my brain gets when I imagine myself in scenarios with fictional characters because real men are disappointing. (Mod Olivia)

You hated Bill. You hated the stupid way his stupid blonde ringlets caught the California sun, the stupid vacant look in his stupid sapphire eyes at almost all times, the stupid fucking sliver of tan skin he exposed with his crop tops that he somehow got away with at school. Not to mention you loathed the stupid fucking grin that he gave to his best friend Ted, the one that proceeded the ridiculous laugh the stupid boy had.

All these things you despised, detested, and loathed with every fiber of your being. Simple annoyances beginning since kindergarten snowballed into a big, white burning ball of hatred for the boy. Hatred that made your cheeks heat up and stomach churn, just as it was doing now.

You had been so excited for Spring Break, your family deciding to travel 5 and a half hours to a beach house in Half Moon Bay. A week of the sun, sea, shopping, seashells, boardwalks, and salt-water taffy, with no Bill to bother you.

So, naturally, when you had reached the beach after a long day of travel, the sight of Bill sitting on the sand in nothing but a swimsuit, skin glowing with tanning oil, made your heart stutter. Okay, perhaps you didn’t hate him… despise him, detest him, or loathe him entirely. From an outside perspective… some might even say that you were… in love with him.

Oh God, it was true. You couldn't stop thinking about Bill. He looked like he was sculpted after an angel. A prince charming on a white horse. And what he lacked in academic intelligence he more than made up for with kindness. He always treated you with the utmost respect, while you paid him back in nothing but sarcasm and insults.

You didn’t know exactly why you were so mean to him. Perhaps it was your nerves trying to stop you from getting overeager and admitting your crush. One day you were going to have to either man up and confess your feelings or get over him but that day didn’t seem to be approaching anytime soon.

You were intent on pretending he wasn’t here, setting up your own place to sunbathe until you heard your name fall from his lips.

“Y/n!?” Bill walked up behind you, prompting you to turn around to face him. “What are you doing here?”

“Bill.” You stated dryly, “My family and I are staying nearby.”

“No way! My family’s right over there!” He pointed at a nearby beach house, a young woman who you recognized as recently-graduated and newfound wife, Missy Preston making out with Bill’s father on the porch. Ugh.

“Yes way.” You responded dryly. “We’re over there.” You pointed over your shoulder. “Isn’t this a coincidence, my ideal vacation ruined by the one person I didn’t want to see.” You noticed a flicker of disappointment flash in his eyes, but you couldn't stop yourself even if you tried. “Don’t get any weird ideas about getting all chummy with me, trying to hang out or anything. Just because we’re staying at the same beach and all.” You scoffed, causing him to flinch.

“Uh, yeah. Fine with me, y/n.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly before walking off. You eyed him, sighing softly.

“What is the matter with me?” You mumble, setting yourself down on the sand. This would have been the perfect moment to get closer to him if only you didn’t have to open your stupid mouth.

[Bill’s POV]

As Bill walked off, he felt most confused. He could never remember what he did to make you dislike him so much, but tried to get back on your good side. Thankfully, with the sun, sand, and waves surrounding him, Bill couldn’t stay too upset for too long.

He had decided to finally get in the water, heading towards the crashing shore when he had stepped on something.

Huh. Bill was met with the sight of a brightly colored bucket and shovel. Excellent! There was nothing more resplendent than a nice sand castle. Ted was going to be so jealous when he heard. All he was doing for the week was staying at home watching Deacon.

Too caught up in his new activity, Bill barely noticed someone approaching him.

“That’s a stellar sandcastle you have there.” Bill’s eyes practically bugged out of his head. Growing up in California he had seen his fair share of tan beach babes, but this one took the cake. A total babe. Talking to me.... Say something, dude!

“Thanks.” Bogus. Thank God Ted wasn’t here to see him blow his shot so odiously.

She pushed her sunglasses down her nose to look over the lenses, her bright eyes meeting his. “My name’s Summer.”

“Bill S. Preston, Esquire.” He puffed up his chest, raking a hand through his hair.

“Well, Bill S. Preston, Esquire, you seem to be a pretty great artist. That’s the best sandcastle I’ve ever seen.” His dark brows knitted in confusion, looking over her to see if she was teasing him. “I bet you’ll walk away with first prize from the sandcastle competition at the festival thing later this week.”

“Sandcastle competition?”

“Yeah! Whoever wins first place will get a guest appearance on Baywatch! But that’s not until the end of the week. How about, in the meantime, you can show me around the beach? It’s my first time visiting the bay.” Baywatch? That’s only the most triumphant show on television! Ted was going to be so jealous.

“Sounds most excellent! However, It is also my first time visiting the bay. Perhaps… we could explore the area together?”

“I like the way you think, Bill.” She winked, sitting on the sand next to him, the pair getting comfortable.

“What the hell?” You mumbled, looking over your book to watch Bill cozying up with a stranger. Your heart twisted painfully, swallowing thickly, You had no right to be jealous, he wasn’t your boyfriend, not to mention you were cruel to him in every interaction, but that didn’t stop a bitter taste from forming on your tongue.

You stood, collecting your things and trekking back to your beach house, the beach having lost its luster.

You were so over this vacation. You would have given anything to stay at home. It seemed everywhere you went, Bill and that girl seemed to be infecting the air with their infatuation.

For the past two days you’ve had to suffer watching the pair on the beach splash each other with sea water, build sand castles, and sunbathe with each other; However, that was nothing compared to today.

You and your family had decided to spend the afternoon on the boardwalk. There you had to endure the couple on the carousel holding hands, feeding each other saltwater taffy, and watching the sunset by the wharf. Most fucking heinous.

It was early evening, and thankfully, Bill and whatever her name was were nowhere to be seen. You didn’t know if you would vomit or cry every time Bill had given her that award-winning smile, the one you so badly wanted to be the recipient of.

You didn’t think it could get any worse, until you had leaned against the pier, ears picking up a familiar voice, Bill’s. Your heart fluttered, only to sink back down when you realized he was still with her under the boardwalk, back on the beach.

“Isn’t this amazing?”

“You are.” You scoffed at Bill’s attempt at flirting, ignoring the tightening of your throat.

“I’m so glad I met you.” She giggled. “I’ve never felt so comfortable with anyone.”

If it had been any other couple, you might have enjoyed such a romantic conversation. This was all your fault, if you hadn’t been such a bitch to Bill on the first day, perhaps it would have been you and him hanging out at the boardwalk.

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here!”

“Excellent!” You heard him scat in that ridiculous, high-pitched way he did with Ted when they mimicked a guitar. As he walked off, you smiled, not noticing you were crying until a tear slid down your cheek.

You were such an idiot. If only you were able to act normal for a fucking minute and effectively communicate with Bill about your feelings. You had fucked up, it was too late.

“Hey!” You had heard her speak again, wondering if Bill had returned.

“Hey, babe.” That was definitely not Bill.

“It’s all going according to plan. I do believe Bill is falling head over heels for me.”

“Well who wouldn’t?” You rolled your eyes, angrily wiping the tears off your cheeks.

“He thinks I really like him. What a moron.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What the hell was she talking about?

“If he’s as good as you think he is, we’ll for sure win the contest and end up on Baywatch.” It only took you a second to connect all the dots. This jabroni was clearly her boyfriend, and she was only flirting with Bill to win the stupid castle contest.

You had heard enough, running back to the beach in hopes of finding Bill.

Fuck, all these beach houses looked the same. If Bill hadn’t pointed out which house he was staying at you would have no idea how you would find him.

You knocked on the door, praying you remembered the right house, and that Bill would answer instead of his hormonal parents.

“Y/n?” Thankfully Bill did answer the door, hair wet from what you assumed to be a recent shower. “How’s it...hanging?” He stepped out onto the porch, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey. I’m sorry about being a dickweed earlier.” He seemed as equally surprised as you were by your apology. “Um, I guess I was just thrown off at your presence… that’s not really an excuse… anyways, the whole reason I’m here is about that girl you were with earlier.”

“Summer? What about her, dude?” Oh my gosh, of course her name was something as pretentious as Summer.

“Well, I’m not exactly sure how to tell you this, but… She’s using you. I was on the boardwalk, and I had overheard you leaving, and I guess her boyfriend came up to her.. Long story short, she’s going to try and get you to build her a sandcastle to win that festival thing at the end of the week and take the credit so they can win the roles on Baywatch.” You met his eyes, swallowing thickly. “I’m sorry.”

He stayed quiet, your eyebrows furrowing.

“That’s heavy. I mean, I’m not stupid. You’re usually most cruel around me, and now you’re acting all...nice? I do not think I’m falling for this one.”

“You don’t believe me?” You couldn’t believe it. “I know I could be less of a bitch to you, but I’ve never lied to you in all the years I’ve known you. You just met her three days ago!”

“Y/n…” He spoke carefully. “I think you were correct when you said we shouldn’t try to hang out just because we’re staying at the same beach.” Your throat tightened, that sour taste returning to your tongue.

“Fine!” You hissed. “I don’t even know why I wasted my breath and time trying to warn you. God, I wish we had never come to this stupid fucking beach!” You ran off his porch into the sand, face burning with shame.

Bill couldn’t stop thinking about your interaction yesterday. He was barely paying attention to anything Summer was saying to him. He wished Ted was here. He always knew what to say.

He walked beside her on the boardwalk, eyes glued to the crashing waves, mind replaying the scene over and over again.

“Bill, are you listening?” Bill blinked, turning to face her, cheeks flushing.

“Sorry.”

“I said I’m going to get more sunblock, you’re looking a little pink.”

“Oh, thanks, babe.” He heard her walk off, zoning out again. You had looked so betrayed when he didn’t believe you, but, it couldn't be you were telling the truth. Why would you do something like that? All you seemed to do was glare at him, brush him off, and scoff at his jokes. It was clear he wasn’t your favorite person.

He snapped himself out of his thoughts once more, looking around to see if Summer had come back yet. His eyes caught her figure walking up the beach and he raised his hand to wave, stopping when he saw her wrap her arms around some unknown guy. He was too far away to hear what they were saying but knew what it meant when she had kissed him. Y/n was right. And I was so non-non-non excellent to her.

Sweat was dripping from Bill’s brow, his chest heaving as he panted. He could not remember where your house was, even if it was supposedly close to his own. It was the third time he had run up and down the coastline, trying to remember where you had pointed four days ago.

This was ridiculous, he was never going to find you… until Monday, when you both would be at school. But that was days from now!

“Y/n!” He fell to his knees in the sand, trying to catch his breath.

“Bill?”

“Y/n!” It was a miracle. He noticed the basket in your hands, having collected odd rocks, seashells and glass while walking along the shore. You had been trying to explore away from your house, hoping not to run into the very man who was looking for you.

“How’s it… hanging?” You asked awkwardly, scanning the area for the female that was usually seen by his side. “Where’s Summer?” He scrambled to stand in front of you.

“Y/n, you were most veracious last evening. Summer had been pursuing me with malicious intent. I caught sight of her embracing her boyfriend and I knew you were speaking the truth. I regret the way I treated you. I should have trusted you.”

“I mean… You had reason to doubt me. It’s not all your fault. Besides, it seemed as if she really liked you. I probably wouldn’t have believed me either.” You coughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. “Um, to be honest, I really only acted so bogus because I… like you.”

“No way…” He breathed, trying to recall any instance where it seemed you had a crush on him.

“Uh.. yeah. Yes way.” Your cheeks pinked. “But I obviously don’t expect you to return the feeling. I just get really nervous around you so I guess I figured I should treat you like dirt instead of trying to talk to you like a normal person. But I was worried you would think I was too weird, or that I talk too much, or-” You were cut off by a pair of lips. It was so foolish… and so Bill.

“What about Summer?” You asked once he had pulled away.

“What about her?” It was just like Bill to not stay too upset for too long.

His gaze was burning, his lips curling into that perfect, knee-melting, pearly smile. That smile you couldn’t stand. That smile that you couldn’t believe was finally directed at you.

#bill s preston esquire #bill/reader #bill x reader #bill s preston/reader #bill s preston x reader #Bill and Ted #reader insert #Bill and Ted/Reader #Bill and Ted x reader #Bill and Ted imagine #Bill and Ted Imagines #Bill imagine #Bill S Preston imagine #bill and ted's excellent adventure #bill and ted's bogus journey #bill and ted fanfic #bill and ted face the music

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holidaysat221b · 4 years ago

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2018′s Halloween at 221b - A Sherlolly Celebration Master List

To help get you in the Fall/Halloween spirit, here are all the submissions we received during the 2018 Halloween Fest. Please give them another look, leave a comment or a kudo (or both!), and show a little love to the creators who took the time to participate in 2018.

We’ve listed where the works are archived, mult-chapter or not, complete or not, and rating. In progress fics are marked in bold as a reminder for a mod to periodically check for updates. Tumblr accounts have been tagged where possible, some could only be linked to, and some are completely unknown to the mods. As always, the complete Master List for all years can be found here.

Alice in Wonderland/Sherlolly Mashup - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo And through the looking glass we see she’s painfully returned. But now off with her head I fear is everyone’s concern. (On Tumblr, Complete)

All Souls - Written by @geekmama The rain had nearly stopped by the time they reached the village of Grendon and the house where Molly had grown up, and where her mother still lived. He’d been there once before, a few months ago, not long after the Sherrinford/Musgrave debacle, and the house hadn’t changed. Still quite undistinguished from the other residences in this thoroughly middle class neighborhood. For the second time, Sherlock found himself wondering that the unique creature beside him, his beloved, could have sprung from this thoroughly mundane environment. Of course, it had taken him an unconscionably long time to realize exactly how unique Molly was. It seemed irrefutable proof that, while he was very quick in most areas of perception, he could be slow to the point of idiocy in others – and some of them rather essential. It was always possible, Sherlock reflected, as he pulled the car into the drive, that there was more to Molly’s childhood home, too, than first contact had suggested. (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

By the Light of the Moon - Written by @mizjoely Annabellioncourt on tumblr said: There’s a lovely old English myth that if someone who truely loved and trusted the werewolf called it by name that it would turn back to human. Others include throwing their human clothes at it and it’d turn back but that’s a bit less romantic. This is my response to that prompt. (On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

Corpse Bride/Sherlolly Mashup - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Yet I feel my heart is aching Thought it doesn’t beat it’s breaking And the pain here that I feel Try and tell me it’s not real I know that I am dead Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed (On Tumblr, Complete)

Crimson Peak - Created by @myqueenismollyhooper (On Tumblr, Complete)

Dead Man Walking - Written by @willsherjohnkhanAn alternate reality. Halloween-ish companion piece to The Familiar Stranger… (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

Devoted - Written by @the-sapphiresky She loved Halloween. It was the one time of the year she could go all out, no holds barred on her morbidity, and no one would bat an eye. She traded her jumpers and comfy trousers for tight leggings, fake blood, bat wings, whatever struck her fancy that year. But this year, the temptation to be morbid wasn’t as alluring as usual. (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

Edward Scissorhands/Sherlolly Mashup - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo (On Tumblr, Complete)

Happy Sherlolly Halloween - Created by @darnedchildA Sherlolly kiss pumpkin (On Tumblr, Complete)

I Had A Dream, Molly - Written by @thehiddenlawyer Sherlock and Molly, in a rough patch in their relationship, are investigating a mysterious death at infamous 50 Berkeley Square in London, when a thunderstorm rocks the house, and Molly walks away with new abilities. (On Ao3, Complete in 13 Parts, Rated M)

It’s no secret that Molly Hooper loves Halloween - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo It’s no secret that Molly Hooper loves Halloween, but it is something Sherlock finds endearing about her. They spend the afternoon walking through cemeteries, and the evening at her flat, watching cliché slasher films, and handing out candy to children who happen upon her doorstep. That’s when the activity begins. First it’s footsteps here and there, but then it escalates to objects being thrown, and the lights flickering. Turns out the thrift shop mirror Molly purchased for Halloween decór is a portal for spirits. And by the looks of the I.O.U. being painted on the glass, it seems Moriarty is back for revenge. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Jack the Ripper/Sherlolly Mashup - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Jack the Ripper is on the loose, but Sherlock and Molly are on the case. They set out to find the identity of the ripper, unaware that they’re closer to the answer than they think…Sherlock’s cousin, H.H. Holmes. With hesitance, they attempt to acquire help from criminal mastermind, James Moriarty, who is imprisoned. He knows the identity of the ripper, but will only speak in riddles. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Life in Death - Written by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Molly Hooper finds an antique pocket watch in a thrift shop, resulting in her being haunted by the ghost of a Victorian Era Sherlock Holmes, who happens to have once been a tenant of her flat. Follow this annoyed-at-first-sight story full of witty banter, eventual romance, and an attempted murder most foul. (On Ao3, Complete in 8 parts, Rated T)

Little Red Riding Hood/Sherlolly Mashup - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Once upon a time, a girl named Molly wandered into the woods in her red hood, only to come across the large black wolf everyone hides away from at night. The first thing she noticed was the strange, but beautiful, cerulean eyes. The wolf, she learns, is in fact a man who can shift into the large beast; a man named Sherlock. Upon finding out that the wolf who attacks her village isn’t him, but another shifter by the name of James Moriarty, Molly begins to set up a trap to catch him. This angers him, and Moriarty bites Molly before he is taken by the men of the village. Sherlock takes care of her through her transition into becoming a wolf herself; a beautiful copper coat covering her. The more time she spends with him, the more she falls in love with him… and he with her. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Nightmare Before Christmas/Sherlolly Mashup - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo My dearest friend, if you don’t mind, I’d like to join you by your side, where we can gaze into the stars, and sit together, now and forever. For it is plain as anyone can see. We’re simply meant to be. (On Tumblr, Complete)

The Phantom of the Opera/Sherlolly Mashup - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Close your eyes, start a journey to a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Close your eyes and let music set you free. Only then can you belong to me. Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in. To the power of the music that I write. The power of the music of the night. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #1 - Created by @mel-loves-all Sherlock woke in a hotel room without any memory of how he got there. A case had led him to erotic underground clubs the night before. Flashes of hauntingly lonely brown eyes, skin soft as satin and ecstasy so pleasurably intense, it bordered on pain, bombarded him as the scent of crushed berries and sex lingered on the bed sheets. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #2 - Created by @mel-loves-all Dreams. Fevered, erotic, all consuming. A woman whose beauty takes his breath away. Sherlock doesn’t ever want to wake up. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #3 - Created by @mel-loves-all Mysterious murders lead Sherlock Holmes to the front door of a leading Historian of Witches and Witchcraft. He doesn’t believe in the supernatural but the beautiful professor’s smile could definitely be described as magical. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #4 - Created by @mel-loves-all On Halloween night, there’s a murderer on the loose and Molly’s been kidnapped. Sherlock saves her and finally gets his head out of his arse and kisses her from relief and love.) (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #5 - Created by @mel-loves-all Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #6 - Created by @mel-loves-all Who would have thought Molly and Sherlock both had a taste for the macabre on the scariest night of the year? lol, date night. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #7 - Created by @mel-loves-all What started out as a fun ugly jumper purchase of Molly’s for Sherlock turned into a Halloween themed party where Mrs. Hudson took the grand prize for her “Frequent Flyer” sweater. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #8 - Created by @mel-loves-allMoriarty. Even in death his presence lingers. All Sherlock can do is be there for Molly as she comes to grips with the remembered horror of the man. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #9 - Created by @mel-loves-all Was she going insane? This was the urgent missive Sherlock Holmes was sent. A woman in danger. A woman who was being systematically poisoned and driven towards madness. He would not allow it. The beautiful widow, whose vulnerability, but incredible inner strength, drew forth Sherlock’s protective instincts like no one else before. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #10 - Created by @mel-loves-all “They talk to me, always…whispering all the things they wished they had time to do…all the things they want me to do…for them" He looked around the morgue, and for one terrifying moment, he could hear them too…” (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sleepy Hollow/Sherlolly Mashup - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo The Pickety Witch, the Pickety Witch, who’s got a kiss for the Pickety Witch? (On Tumblr, Complete)

Spellbound - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo A trailer for both stories in my Spellbound Universe. (On Youtube, Complete)

Spellbound: All Hallow’s Eve - Written by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Sequel; takes place a year after the epilogue of Spellbound (I suggest reading that first). Sherlock and Molly encounter a man who’s out for revenge at the Watsons’ Victorian themed Halloween party. Meanwhile, there’s a woman roaming around London, impersonating Emelia Ricoletti. Magic, Mayhem, Mystery, and a Murder (or two) Most Foul. (On Ao3, Complete in 7 Parts, Rated T)

Spellbound: All Hallow’s Eve Edit - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo An edit created to accompany “Spellbound: All Hallow’s Eve”. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Universally Monstrous - Dracula - Written by @darnedchild It’s Molly’s voice. The woman he had buried just six days prior. (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

Universally Monstrous - The Hunchback of Notre Dame - Written by @darnedchild “The Quasimodo Killer?” Sherlock scoffed. “Really, John. That’s the best you could do?” (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

Universally Monstrous - The Phantom of the Opera - Written by @darnedchild It was a well-known secret that New Scotland Yard was haunted. (On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

Vampire Edit - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Post tfp. Sherlock has opened his eyes when it comes to matters of the heart. A passionate snog in the morgue showed Molly exactly how he felt about her. But there’s danger lurking around the corner… Moriarty never died on that rooftop. He’s a vampire with an agenda… to sire Molly Hooper. By doing so, it will make her undyingly loyal to him, and in turn, burn the heart out of Sherlock. Molly is on the run whilst Sherlock tries to track his arch nemesis down. He finds out that Moran has found Molly, and Sherlock will do anything to save her, but time’s running out. (On Tumblr, Complete)

Veils of Memory Infected With Dreams - Written by ALC_Punk (@lyssisbored) Molly was dragged into joining a search through the woods, or so she remembers… Yet the fog is growing ever deeper, and she can’t quite place what she’s supposed to be doing. (On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

Witchy Woman - Written by @mizjoely Sometimes a witch just wants a night with a hot demon…what’s so wrong about that? (On Ao3, Complete, Rated E)

#sherlolly #sherlolly halloween at 221b #2018 sherlolly halloween master list

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originaldanganronpascenarios · 5 years ago

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Hey, I'm the anon who asked for the Masterminds; sorry if I didn't made it clear before, but yes, that was what I was asking for! And I loved it! Would you mind if I ask for the same scenario MM!Fuyuhiko, MM!Kokichi and MM!Mikan?

You probably had seen this alredy but Mikan was written already

Masterminds! Fuyuhiko and Kokichi ending up falling for fem! Student

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

His motives weren't clear even to himself. But he couldn't care less about it though.

All that mattered was despair... Untill you appeared.

He was constantly pushing you away becouse he didn't even wanted to get close to anyone. Each time he made it clear and went somewhere to spend time alone but each time you found him.

It began to annoy him but he started to like your company. His acting in this situation is surprisingly well...

He was acting extremely mad and kept cursing at the mastermind... Only to laugh at it later when he was alone.

Oh it was pathetic in his eyes that he can't even watch what is going on through monokuma becouse you were allways there. Good thing that monokuma is an AI.

What he also found pathetic was his feelings for you. He knew that he had fallen for you but there was no way he whould stop the killing game.

Even if you whould die he whould care but this could give him the despair he longed for.

But of course he felt despair like this already. Now he kinda missed it. The way he felt after his sister's death that is.

In the end you didn't die. You and remaining students were during the last trial and you tried to determine who the mastermind was.

When people started suspecting him he acted normal by being mad about the accusations "Why the fuck you think I am this sick in the head son of a bitch!?" but then the evidence was thrown right at him.

He tried to defend himself but it was no use. So when he had no argument left he admitted it "You are correct. The Yakuza was the bad guy from the very start! You want a fucking prize or something!? Oh wait it's just your worthless lives..." he sighed.

Even though you were the one who said the most about this and gave almost all evidence you were still surprised that you were actually correct...

And since this statement was proven to be the truth you were silent and Fuyuhiko made a comment on that "What is it Y/N? Why are you silent? You're right I am the mastermind don't you have anything to say?" you didn't fall for his trap becouse you know that he just wanted you to snap at him.

He sighed "Too bad that I won't hear much from you before I die" you just looked away "I knew you whould be disappointed but what can I say you literally decided to spend time with a Yakuza what did you expect really? OK I'm done but please just say something!" he started looking stressed "Y/N I beg you say something dammit! Tell me I fucked up tell me you hate me!".

Your feelings were now fighting with themselves you didn't hate him. Even though he was behind this all you still... Loved him?

He was keep trying to get you to yell at him and say to die but you decided to finally speak up with tears in your eyes "I love you Fuyuhiko" wich made him mad "Don't lie to me say what you really mean. Tell me you hate me!" you couldn't bring yourself to say it.

This drove him crazy... Why didn't you say it? He was the cause of everything... But now it doesn't matter since it was his time.

Kokichi Ouma

His motive was easy. He just was doing it for his own amusement being bored with this wold he created one of his own.

He allways lied but tried to confuse others and it was far to easy. But you complicated everything.

You were so kind to him despite all that antagonistic behavior. Nobody believed in him but you... But when he started "joking" about being the mastermind you didn't believe it.

Kokichi was quickly bored but not around you. You were his ultimate entertainment. Whould be a shame if you died but it whould just give him despair he wants.

Soon enough it was time for the final trial and Kokichi was getting excited over it. He waited and waited but the trial itself was boring... People didn't throw accusations left and right and it was soooo disappointing.

But when you took charge things changed! No wonder he finds only you interesting.

It got him cornered and he couldn't really fight your logic "I knew that my behavior from the start was suspicious but I am surprised that dumb shits like you found so much evidence is surprising... Oh wait no. Y/N did everything here. Changed my mind you're all worthless and boring!"

Oh you didn't expect to be right..." What's wrong Y/N? Surprised yet? Someone you trusted so much someone who you believed in ended up being exactly what others said" he was smiling but Kokichi didn't actually feel it...

He wasn't happy about betraying you he wasn't happy that he needs to say goodbye now.

But he had to do it. He was so far to back off now.

You wanted it to be false you just wanted to open your eyes and wake up from this nightmare but it was all real... Too real...

~Mod Angie

#danganronpa fuyuhiko #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #sdr2 fuyuhiko #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi ouma #drv3 kokichi

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maximumninjavoid · 4 years ago

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The third chapter of the new unnamed fic

And the worst part? I had it mostly done and then Writer Plus hiccuped and it was gone......so then I had to re-do it. So, what,, now I’m my own beta? I guess cause I couldn’t pay anyone to read this shit.....and I’ve added characters that are thinly veiled copies modeled after actual humans I know and or actual humans I hope to know. And and all errors are my own.

I drove home from work with the top down and the heat on. I know. I do it a lot. The sun was still out, it was pretty and there's not much space you have to heat in The Teeny Car. Maybe THAT was the one dumb ass thing I could do with my windfall. I could have her spiffed up and give her that V8 transplant i'd been dreaming about. Silly, isn't it? When most girls were mad about horses, I was mad about horsepower. There's the proof I was that unicorn. I could drive the he'll out of a manual transmission, parallel park, cook AND suck dick. Quite the catch, I know. I took my bra off, priorities you know, puttered around the house until I couldn't put it off any more, and then I checked. I thought I may have been mistaken. I checked again. It was still 2020, so, I checked again, and then I screamed. Two hundred and twenty seven million dollars. Well. That, as they say, changes everything. I sat down in the middle of the front room. I wasn't entirely certain my legs would hold me up. Remember all those plans? I sure couldn't. I realize some of you won't understand but I felt like a pinball machine that hit TILT. "God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things that I can, and the wisdom to know the difference". I grabbed a pen and a notebook and started taking notes. People I wanted to take care of, people who could eat a bag of dicks and explode. What I was going to do until they figured out this Covid shit, because I couldn't travel, could I? I needed a lawyer. Fast. And I needed investing advice. And I wanted to do things that mattered. Maybe try and undo some of the things that cheeto shitgibbon did. I had some dinner and thought about all the wild things I could do. I could go to Barrett Jackson, with a car carrier, and buy a bunch of resto mods. I could buy the house next door and move in my own personal mechanic, and build a ten car garage; with a lift and a turn table.... Like the bat cave. I could go take one of those evasive driving courses. I could hire a bodyguard. That one almost made me aspirate. Don't laugh that hard while you're eating. I don't recommend it. As I crawled into bed under the weighted blanket I thought, it would be nice to be able to share this with someone. But I'd never know if it was me, or the money they were interested in, would I? As I drifted off I wondered if it really mattered..... Coffee installed I went to work, smiling. I had a huge secret, and still had to go to work, keep getting paid. Good thing I love my work. In between clients I tried to draft my I need a leave of absence request, without actually coming out with the precise reason. I couldn't really cite a family emergency, but I did just find my biological family......Oh. I had to add them to the list. I threw myself into work, coming home at the end of each day devoid of brain cells and *good tired". In my down time I interviewed lawyers, paying each of them so I had attorney client privilege for all things discussed in each interview. I had always joked if I won the lottery, I would still go to work, I would just have a bad attitude. Work the weekend? Nah, I don't think so. But I worked for a different company.....There were people that were going to be wicked pissed when this came to light, but, I couldn't control that. I kept looking for the right lawyer. I will never forget the day I met her. It was warmer than it should have been given the time of year, and we had agreed to meet outside, because Covid. I had a coffee and was waiting, and I swear, it was like a scene out of a film, except there wasn't any soundtrack. She came walking up the street, no, strutting, like she owned the street. Over the knee boots, with heels, a camel colored cashmere coat, hands in her pockets and her hair... It flowed around her, behind her as she moved; and a red so vibrant, not a color found in nature, but it suited her, set off her eyes. Eyes that sparkled, intelligent and with more than a hint of mischief. I had a feeling she might be the perfect co conspirator. Her gloved handshake was warm and firm, she sat down, and I explained my predicament. Within minutes Valentina Rudenko has already proposed solutions to problems I didn't realize I already had. We drafted a contract on a file folder I had in my bag, had it witnessed by a passer by, and for a healthy percentage of the profits, I had my consigliere. Valentina was going to make certain that there were profits. I handed her a clone of my cell, and a satellite phone. "If that sat phone rings, it's me. If my sat phone rings, its you. Once the funds are claimed it shouldn't take long for all hell to break loose, and you know the plan." She smiled, and it lit up her face. " Here's to the beginning of a beautiful friendship! ". I laughed." Casablanca? Really?" As I walked to my car I had to admit I was maybe a little in love with her. The television coverage was everything I expected, and Ms. Rudenko was flawless. Legs ALL the way up to her neck, dressed in black leather and what I was pretty sure were Loubutains, not that she needed the height; she must have been six foot three, stating that she was acting on behalf of her client, that she was in fact bound by attorney client privilege, and that the Lottery regulations allowed for a winners agent or representative to claim their prize in lieu of the winner. She read the prepared statement, and it was skillfully delivered. "My name is Valentina Rudenko and my client has chosen to not share this life changing event with the rest of the world. It is their position that this is a sentinel event and as such, privacy is paramount to their ability to process this transition. I have distributed my contact information, in media kits and any and all questions, requests for information, funding, donations, appearances, media inquiries, product endorsements will be handled through my office. Anyone who attempts to circumvent this process will be moved to the back of the line, and placed on the shit list. You do not want to be on my shit list. Prior to my admission to the bar, I served my country in the United States Marine Corps, where I swore an oath to protect and defend this country against all enemies, and be advised that NO ONE HAS EVER RELIEVED ME OF THAT OATH. Thank you. " Flash bulbs went off, reporters shouted questions, and there I sat, in front of my television, cheering. She was flawless! The trusts had been established, shell corporations built, layers of insulation constructed, and I had settled all of my debts. Everyone who had ever helped me out was about to get a windfall. And everything on my credit report was paid, even back to the Paleozoic era. Well, at least the bronze age.

#Where am I even going with this #Yes I PROMISE Henry Cavill WILL show up #There WILL be smut #I have no idea when #YOU ALREADY knew it takes me forever to set stuff up #how do you spell the name of those red bottom shoes #the tags are almost as long as the story #now I see the fun in the tags #this is hysterical

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artificialqueens · 6 years ago

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Elastic Heart - Part 7/10 (Branjie) - Mia Ugly

A/N: I told you I was going to post the rest quickly before the show changed it up too much, so here we are. Thanks again to this amazing group, with its brilliant mods and incomparable writers. And as an aside: I may have some feelings about Dr. Ganache, but she is NOT a villain here. She is a problematic and protective friend. No tea. No shade.

Brock drives to Orlando.

He stops at West Palm Beach, digs his toes into the white sand and then dips them in the ocean. The beach is crowded with tourists (Brock knows that he’s one of them) and he wishes briefly for a wide brimmed hat. He leaves before he can burn too badly, though he takes a couple selfies at the shoreline. Give his manager something to work with at least.

He drives slow along the coast. Around noon he stops at a fresh fruit stand and buys starfruit (for some reason, even though he’s never tasted it, it just seems like the thing to do.) He buys some peaches and a bag of pecans too because the lady at the stand is sweet and nosy and reminds him of his grandmother. Later on, when he finds a pretty place to pull over, he sits on the hood of the rental car and eats the peach, skin and all. It tastes like summer, tastes like being young. Brock took family trips through the Okanagan as a child, can remember the fresh fruit that fell apart in your hands, turned to syrup on your tongue.

In Orlando, he finds a cheap hotel and he naps for a few hours (sleep is precious and rare, a religious icon) before he showers. Dresses in the butchest, most invisible clothing he brought with him (he’s got a lot of options and that’s a bit distressing.) If Jose’s not there, Brock doesn’t really want to be recognized, doesn’t want it to turn into a thing. And if Jose is there, well, he’s seen Brock in a lot worse.

Brock eats the pecans he bought (he needs to google ‘How to eat starfruit’ and decides it’s too much work for the situation) and the other peach. He finds a bar nearby and drinks one drink (just one, he’s got to stay focused) slowly, and alone. No one looks at him. No one recognizes him. The worn grey sweatshirt is apparently doing the fucking trick.

He takes an Uber to Vanjie’s club, because he doesn’t want to worry about driving. There’s a poster of her in the window, dressed in some sort of bejeweled body-suit, and it makes Brock smile. Build your brand, girl (the smile feels unfamiliar on his mouth.)

The bar is crowded. Loud. There’s a DJ playing and crowds of tanned men in tanktops grinding on the dance floor. It makes Brock feel older than he is, and he slinks through the knots of people to get to the bar, squeeze into the inch of available space and order a vodka soda.

He stirs the ice in his drink, and tries to come up with a plan. Jose’s here. He’s here, or he will be here, and Brock can see him. Hear his voice. Just for tonight, and then he’ll leave it all behind him like exhaust fumes.

The drink disappears too quickly, and Brock orders another. He keeps his head down, tries to be inconspicuous. He must give off some kind of heartbroken vibe because no one has the time or energy for him tonight.

He’s glancing around anxiously - wondering when the show will start and whether Jose will make an appearance before then - when someone clears their throat loudly. Leaning up against the bar, only a few handsy drunk guys between them, is Silky fucking Ganache.

Great.

“Miss Brooke Lynn Hytes.” Silky’s in full face, sickening hair, and a purple-sequined mermaid gown. She comes toward Brock, pushing the people between them out of the way as if they were dandelion fluff. “Now what might you be doin’ here?”

Brock should be surprised to see her, but he isn’t. Silky and Jose seem connected at the hip lately, and that’s good. He’s glad Jose has someone he loves close by, someone so clearly protective of him.

Brock air-kisses Silky on each cheek, unenthusiastically.

“Just in the neighbourhood.”

“What neighbourhood is that? Last I heard you were up in Canada, couldn’t cross the border.”

Brock rolls his eyes. “I had a show yesterday. Thought I’d come say hi.”

“Ain’t you sweet. And lookin’ so fine too.” She gives his sweatshirt an understandably critical eye. “The good stuff ain’t started yet, honey, but that’s what it is. Suppose you’re lookin’ for Miss Vanjie.”

Brock doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t.

“Don’t know if she’ll want to see your ass,” Silky continues. “She still tryin’ to get her head right after everything.”

“Yeah. Things got messed up.” Brock stirs at the ice in his drink, wanting to keep his hands busy. “I messed them up.”

“You don’t got to tell me that.” The expression on her face leaves Brock with no question as to what Silky thinks of him, and that’s fine. Or - understandable anyway.

“Is she backstage?”

“Nah, baby, she left already. Canceled her appearance, went off with some fine piece of ass. She probably off sucking his dick in a car somewhere.”

Brock almost drops his drink. A part of him wishes he had; the sound of breaking glass could’ve drowned out all the other things that are breaking.

But then he hears a laugh across the crowded bar, a laugh that he would recognize anywhere - ninety years old and deaf and blind, he would still know Vanjie’s laugh by the way it raised goosebumps on his skin.

“Or did she?” Silky frowns. “Oops, my bad.”

Brock looks in the direction of the laugh, a group of people that have just emerged from the green room. For a moment he can’t see anyone clearly - and then Vanjie’s blonde bombshell wig catches the lights, and he can see her face. Clearly, for the first time in months. She’s smiling and has some kind of silvery lipstick on, and to cross the floor to get to her would probably take him thirty seconds.

But.

But she’s leaning into someone, a muscular dark-haired guy with tattoos winding up his arms. She’s smiling as she looks at him, as she moves closer, as her lips find the corner of his mouth.

(He knew, of course. Yvie told him. He’d heard rumours online. He thought that forewarning would take some of the bite out of seeing it in person, but he was wrong. There are teeth at his throat, all of them filed into points.)

“You think she wants any of your sad-boy bullshit right now?” Silky snorts. “I dunno. Seems to be having herself a good time.”

Brock holds his breath. Plays out all the ways this could go. Vanjie hasn’t seen him yet, and her smile is wide and white-toothed. If he crosses the floor right now, he knows that smile will drop, that her eyes will go hard, that her back will stiffen. He could go over there, cross the floor and have her within hands reach. He could touch her shoulder (Brock’s heart might live behind walls, but his body does not) and completely ruin her night.

But she looks beautiful. She looks happy.

“She ain’t even spotted your ass yet. You ain’t got to cause no drama.” Silky looks between Brock and Vanjie, eyes narrowed. “Tell you what, why don’t you run along, Miss Brooke Lynn? She don’t even got to know you were here.”

Brock gives Silky a flat look. The two of them aren’t friends, won’t ever be friends, but they have one thing desperately in common. That one thing cuts through all the bullshit, right through to the bone.

“How’s she doing?” Brock asks, and Silky shrugs.

“She fine as hell, what you want me to say? She getting on with it. She got her girls looking out for her.”

“How are you doing?”

Silky laughs. “Just waitin’ around to collect my prize money. Baby, you should see me in a crown.”

Silky might be convinced of her certain victory, but she’s as in the dark as everyone else. Brock didn’t know until he got to Drag Race that production films multiple endings for the series, that the top queens don’t find out who wins until the last episode airs.

Of course, it could never be said that Silky lacks in confidence.

“Will you - tell her I was here? That I didn’t want to interrupt her.”

“Nah, bitch. You in her head too much already, and I ain’t your messenger.”

Across the bar, Vanjie laughs - loud and gravelly and gorgeous. Brock wishes he could capture that laugh like a jar full of fireflies and keep it. Visit it whenever he got tired, whenever he forgot that there were good things in the world, and once he had been part of one.

There’s maybe forty feet between Brock and Vanjie. It feels like an ocean (but she looks happy. What more can he ask for?)

“Take care of yourself,” Brock says to Silky. “See you on tour.”

“How will I ever survive the wait?” Silky waves him away. “Yeah, go on home, Brooke. We good here.”

And it’s only because Brock can’t bear to see the smile fall from Vanjie’s face. It’s only because he didn’t let her know he was coming, and doesn’t want to surprise her and throw off her act. It’s only because she’s running her hands over another man’s shoulders with those dark, smoky eyes she gets sometimes - that’s the only reason Brock leaves.

He isn’t afraid.

He calls himself the worst sorts of names as he gets a ride back to his hotel. Then he raids the minibar and tells himself it’s all for the best.

He got to see her. She looked beautiful (but she always looks beautiful) and happy. That’s all he can ask for.

Nina has texted him twice since that morning.

“Brock?”

And then: “BROCK???”

Brock wants to drink some more vodka and then blissfully pass out.

Instead.

He phones a friend.

* * *

So.

There’s a music video challenge, and Brooke Lynn bombs it. It’s not as bad as Snatch Game, but she’s nowhere close to the talent of A’Keria and Silky, and Yvie’s not as strong but she’s better than Brooke. Brooke’s gotten in her head again, hearing that voice on repeat telling her she’s not funny, she’s awkward, she’s letting people down (this is for the Top Five WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING -)

So. She’s prepared to lip sync. It’s not like the last time, the time against Yvie. Today she knows with one hundred percent certainty that it’s coming.

And she knows she’s going to be up against Vanjie. The great moment of television that Yvie predicted is finally here. Give us all a fucking Emmy.

Vanjie is struggling with even the mini-challenges lately, and Brooke is trying to convince herself that it’s not her fault. They haven’t spoken privately since that night in Vanjie’s room (and that was a fucking mistake but Brooke still is having trouble regretting it. She wanted her. She still wants her. And fuck, it wasn’t the right time but Brooke would get on her knees for Vanjie in the middle of the werkroom if the other queen asked. Which she won’t, but.

Brooke would do it.)

There’s defeat in Vanjie’s eyes now, like she’s waiting to get called out by the judges, like it’s inevitable that she’ll be the next one sent home. Even though she’s survived two lip syncs already, even though she’s changed up her silhouette so Michelle can’t keep reading her - Vanjie’s not having fun anymore. From the outside looking in at least (and Brooke is certainly on the outside now) it seems like she isn’t.

Did Brooke do that? Or was it just the show? As the production keeps going, Brooke feels her own spark dimming as well. She wants to celebrate each elimination that she survives, but she’s also really fucking tired and - she’s in it until the end, of course, but she’s glad that the end is in sight.

So.

Top Five.

They leave the runway while the judges deliberate. Vanjie doesn’t say a word, just walks off on her own with her earbuds in. A’Keria gives Brooke an anxious look before she follows her.

Brooke gets a cocktail, drinks it too fast.

She knows tonight’s song by heart, has danced to it before. She waits until A’Keria comes back to the couch, whispers something in Silky’s ear before raising an eyebrow at Brooke.

“You better have a word with your girl,” A’Keria says. “She ain’t right.”

She’s not my girl, Brooke wants to say, but she also wishes that it were true. She wishes Vanjie was hers, that they’d met somewhere normal and boring and didn’t have all this extra shit in between them. It would have been different then. Brooke would have been different, not so in her head, not so reserved. They would have been able to touch and fuck and spend time alone like normal people.

They might have made it. Could have made it.

Brooke resists the urge to build a pillow fort when all she wants to do is bury herself, so deep she disappears. Instead, she gets off the couch and goes after Vanjie.

The impossible object of Brooke’s affections is sitting at the mirrors, eyes closed and earbuds in. She looks like a scene from a painting, a still from a classic black-and-white movie. Brooke puts a hand on her shoulder to get her attention (and they both pretend they don’t notice her flinch.)

When Vanessa opens her eyes, they’ve got that dark, glassy look that Brooke recognizes. It’s the same look she had when Yvie suddenly turned on her in the backstage lounge, all those nights ago. It’s the look she had after the Snatch Game, when Ru told Brooke she was up for elimination. It’s pain and surprise, swirled together like ink.

“You doing okay?” Brooke asks.

Vanessa takes out one of her earbuds and nods, tightly. She doesn’t look at Brooke.

“And you’re ready?”

The other queen takes a deep breath before she answers. “I ain’t gonna let you off easy just cuz you’re pretty.”

Brooke laughs, startled, and the corner of Vanjie’s mouth curls. It’s like they’re okay for a minute, like they’re back on the beach, that sunny afternoon when Brooke first realized that her heart was not her own anymore. That it had somehow stretched itself into Vanjie’s hands, wound around her fingers.

For a minute, it’s like that.

“I wish I’d met you earlier,” Brooke says because she has to, because the words are burning through her throat. “At a club or something. Not here.”

She won’t cry, she tells herself. She can’t cry.

“Well. What you gonna do?” Vanjie still has her eyes fixed on the mirror, fussing with her wig (her hands are shaking). “Gotta go out there and do what you do best, bitch. It’s what you came here for.”

“That was before-“

“Before what? Before you met me? Don’t expect me to believe that Miss Brooke Lynn.” Vanjie finally looks at her, a hint of her old self bleeding through the armour she’s put on. “You’re here for a crown. So go and get it.” She gives Brooke a stare that’s part challenge, part longing, and all heartache. “If you think you can.”

Brooke swallows around the tightness in her throat. Then she nods (when what she really wants to do is take Vanjie’s hand and pull her out of her chair, kick down the door and get out of this studio. Fight off the P.A.s, find a cab, go to LAX, run the fuck away. Together. Leave this all behind and start over.)

“Kill it,” she says instead. “Show ‘em why they brought you back.”

“You know I fucking will.” Vanjie puts her earbud back in, goes back to her own world.

Brooke doesn’t dare touch her again, and walks away to a separate corner of the lounge. She realizes suddenly that the other girls are quiet. Even Silky. There’s none of the shouting and laughing that usually fills the air backstage. When they talk, it’s almost in whispers. It feels more like a funeral than a reality show.

Brooke puts her earbuds in, turns up the volume. She can taste her heart thumping in her throat. She told herself she wouldn’t get distracted. This thing with Vanjie wouldn’t become a problem.

And now the moment has come. And it’s so much more than just a problem.

In her ear Sia sings: “And another one bites the dust. Oh why can I not conquer love?”

Brooke loves this fucking song. She doesn’t need to practice; she knows exactly what she’s going to do.

Go out there on that stage and slay.

Go out there and break her own heart.

(If she had met Vanjie in a club, she would have heard her before she saw her.

She would have clocked that laugh immediately and thought up a million reasons to go talk to her. If she had met her at a club, Brooke would have bought her a drink and asked if she wanted to get out of there ten minutes later. She would have taken her to the beach, to a bookstore, to the park, to a thrift shop. She would have wanted to hear her voice and ask her questions - how did you start doing drag? What’s your favourite song? What were your grandparents like? Who was the first person that broke your heart?

What keeps you up at night? Who are you when your paint is off and the lights go down and you’re alone at home and tired? Who do you think about? What were your pets named? How do you feel about cats?

If she had met Vanjie in a club, they would have talked about Monique Heart in AllStars, and the miracle of seeing Latrice live, and how Drag Race could be problematic AF but make a queen’s career. Change their life. How they’d give anything to get on it.

If she had met Vanjie anywhere else, Brooke would have still wanted her.)

It hits her like a punch, driving the wind from her lungs. Vanessa had told her to figure out what she wanted. And at last - Brooke has.

Just when everything’s about to fall apart, Brooke has.

“I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart

but your blade it might be too sharp.”

“Five minutes,” a P.A. calls, and the other queens start to get their heels back on, finish the last sips of their cocktails.

Yvie pats her on the shoulder as she walks by. “It’s you and me in the Top Two, girl. Deal with it.”

Even Yvie’s encouragement comes off as a bit threatening, but the consistency is enough to make Brooke smile.

This is it.

She intercepts Vanessa before she goes back onstage. They stand inches apart, breathing in each other’s air. They do not touch.

(“Hi Papi.”)

(“Shoulda known you’d be a Pisces.”)

(“Y’had something on your face, Hytes.”)

(“I like the way you are.”)

“Hello, hello, hello Miss Brooke Lynn,” Vanessa says finally and Brooke swallows a laugh that might be a sob.

“Miss Vaaaanjie.”

“I’ma hold you to that Oliver Garden dinner,” Vanessa smiles wide but her eyes are shining. “You made a promise, ho, you ain’t done with me.”

Brooke shakes her head ‘no’ (will she ever be done with Vanessa? She can’t imagine a world where that would be possible, where she could look at Vanjie and not fall utterly to pieces.)

Brooke holds out her hand. Vanjie looks at it a bit dubiously before she takes it. Their fingers lace as if they never were apart.

They’re still holding hands when they go back to the mainstage.

After it’s announced that they’re both up for elimination, Ross Matthews starts covertly wiping away tears. It’ll make for a great episode, Brooke thinks, and wishes that the voice in her head didn’t sound so bitter.

“Brooke Lynn Hytes. Vanessa Vanjie Mateo. The time has come for you to lip-synch for. Your. Life.”

Brooke can feel Vanessa’s pulse fluttering like a bird against her fingertips. She’s terrified, Brooke realizes.

Brooke is too.

(“You be careful girl.” A’Keria’s voice rings from somewhere in the background of her memories.

“You know what you’re doing?” Yvie is scowling at her on the beach, and Brooke swallows down every instinct she has that’s screaming “NO.”)

“Good luck. And don’t fuck it up.”

Brooke lets Vanjie’s hand slide from her grasp. It feels like saying goodbye.

And the music plays.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #smut #angst #canon compliant #eventual happy ending #elastic heart #mia ugly #tw alcohol #concrit welcome #submission #on set fic #s11

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angstars · 6 years ago

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Heyo mods!! I'd like to request headcanons/scenario (whichever you prefer!) about going on a date with Koga at a summer festival ⭐ I love all the work you guys have done!

you got it bean!! amusement park dates are so cute and they’re one of my favs omg. thanks so much for enjoying our works!!

And remember, get calcium!♠

Arriving at the metro where you two agreed to meet up, Koga grabs your arm instantly and snatches you out of the crowd, pulling you along to hurry and leave to the park. He sounds annoyed, saying things like ‘we don’t want to be late!’, but from his tone and the way he’s running, you could tell that he too is excited.

He whines while you two stand in the ticket line; probably at the hot weather or how slow it is, or even both. “If we’re moving we won’t be sweating it up a storm here!” He’d say, “ugh, I hate waiting in line, it wastes the day!”

You appease him by spending the time in line talking about your day and planning what to do once inside the park. Just in time the line seems to have dissipated and you two get your tickets.

Entering inside, you witness the uncontainable excitement on Koga’s face, brightened with elation as he looked around the amusement park. He almost looked childishly cute, the mirth in his eyes shining. He caught you staring and blushes, brushing it off and hardening his expression as he guides you around the area.

Would totally want to play every game kiosk there is. It’s also an opportunity to show off his skills to you and win you gifts, a cliche he wanted to do all this time after watching it in many movies. Seeing you happy is reward enough, but he always wanted to try and win you a plush toy and see your reaction to it.

Riding the roller coaster is fun, especially hearing Koga’s contagious laughter next to you. He isn’t really the type to scream in a thrill ride, but just go in a fit of excited laughter. Looking at him, with his wide expression of happiness and wide eyes as the wind aggressively blew against you all, he really did look like a puppy in that instance.

Sitting together under the shade of a small coffee table umbrella and eating lunch has its merits. Huddled together and chewing on a sandwich he split with you, discussing what rides you two should try next, is it’s very own version of bonding.

Buying merchandise together consists of you excitedly running around and grabbing things, trying them on yourself and also him, while he awkwardly trudges after you. He never really was a fan of shopping, but he found that it makes sense to at least buy something that commemorates the date.

Taking a picture while wearing matching silly hats was a hilarious affair. Koga certainly doesn’t want to be seen grinning from ear to ear while wearing some cartoonish hat. You spent majority of the time trying to find a perfect secluded area for privacy as you took pictures together. He made it perfectly clear that you don’t share this with anyone; his intimate side with you, he wants it entirely private.

The date ends with a wonderful ride on the Ferris wheel; since Koga didn’t want to ride on the merry-go round (it’d hurt his pride severely). Watching the city and the entire park far down below, everything was a blur of colours as Koga pulled you in close, and locked lips with you; feeling at ease from all the prying eyes of the crowd.

You felt your heart grow light and suddenly you felt giddy all over, staring into each others’ eyes lovingly was definitely a rare occasion.

After the ride is over, he walks you back home and helps set the prize plushies on your bed. He bids you goodnight with one more long and lingering kiss, not wanting to split apart, before departing back home.

#mod cal #mod calcium #koga oogami #i hope this made you happy!

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paladinwrites · 6 years ago

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importance

Keith x reader

100 follower contest prize: third place (500-1000 word ficlet) @senpaapiii

[Keith & his reaction to his s/o being the paladin of the white lion]

and I feel I rambled a bit too much at the start and didn’t have that much focus on the whole ‘white lion’ thing, sorry!

- mod asteria ✨

You had known Keith for a long while. From back to your primary school days, to middle school, to the Garrison and down to now. You had followed Keith for as long as you could remember. To you, he was your friend, the only one who really bothered to know you. In all honesty, to him, you were the one who stuck with him through thick and thin and ignored the flaws of his character.

Which was exactly why the both of you ended up staying together in the small shack Keith apparently used to call home after Keith himself was expelled from the Garrison. It was difficult at first, staying together. But years of mutual friendship and bonding did not go to waste and in the end, the two of you were closer ever than before. You joined him in the search for the strange feeling, as he called it. The Lion markings you both found then were strange and did not give any clear answers, but regardless, the both of you continued searching and putting clues together, soon discovering that the fateful day, the arrival the markings spoke of, was coming soon.

And come it did, in the form of a falling foreign ship that Shiro was found in. Three others joined you. Lance, Hunk and Pidge. All three were Garrison cadets, faces that you had seen before and possibly talked to before. Shiro, you knew, but never really talked to. All you knew was that Shiro and Keith had gotten extremely close during the last few years, while you would hang behind. It was then when you weren't too sure about your 'strong' relationship with Keith.

He had seemed so happy with Shiro and Shiro was with him when you couldn't be. In a way, you were scared. Then, you worried about Keith and him running off to race or to do some other not-very-responsible games. You saw less of Keith then more than ever, and you felt so split.

Shiro was a new person in his life that Keith had opened up to and you liked that. However, it also meant that Keith didn’t spend as much time with you anymore. Most of the time, he was off outside, racing with Shiro on motorbikes.

You hadn’t ever felt so alone then.

When Shiro disappeared, Keith was broken. You could see that. His eyes were different, having lost the wild gleam they used to have when Shiro was there. They were dull, empty and completely devoid. Keith was frustrated, angry and broken.

He had lost Shiro and unintentionally pushed you away. He could see it. He thought you had left him, caught up in the life of the Garrison and left him for other friends.

So, it was much to his surprise when he realised that you had still followed him, after hanging out with Shiro for so long, after punching Iverson in the face and after being expelled from the Garrison.

Keith couldn’t see it, didn’t see it. What was it about him? He just didn’t know.

You thought yourself as the outlier of the group. You could definitely see it. Shiro and Keith were almost always together, catching up on what had happened since the Kerberos mission. Lance, Hunk and Pidge seemed to be part of the same group and hung out together often.

You? Normally it was with Keith, but Shiro was back and that meant Keith gravitated towards him.

It all matched, it really did. Shiro, Keith, Lance, Hunk and Pidge worked together well, them being paladins of the main Lions. You?

Paladin of the White Lion. The outlier. The Lion that was useful only when there was a Lion missing. Only then you could join Voltron and form the great weapon.

It wasn’t the best of places to be, feeling like you were useless half the time. Allura and Coran often told you that it was a great job, but you didn’t feel so sure.

You pushed yourself away from the others often. Any sort of team bonding excersise didn’t usually need you, so you kept yourself locked up in your room often, simply sitting there and wondering, wouldn’t it have been so much more easier if you hadn’t done what you had.

Your room became your safe haven, where the others wouldn’t disturb you. You could sit there, eyes closed and steady breathing, not worrying about the terrors and insecurity that plagued your mind.

In one particular moment, you sat on your bed, like many times before, playing with your bayard, a small white dagger. In a way, you felt it did represent you. Small, easily concealable and useless in most cases, such as long range fighting.

“Hey.” Your head snapped up at the sudden noise, surprised that someone had come.

It was Keith.

Of course.

His brows were furrowed and his lips pressed together. He was looking at you in a way you didn’t want anyone to look at you. Pity and sympathy. You were a paladin of Voltron (not exactly)!

When you didn’t respond, Keith moved in closer and made his way to sit next to you on your bed.

“[Name]...”

“What do you want?” Your reply was harsher than you meant it and you quickly turned your head to swing your bayard around.

“We’re all worried a-and you...” Keith’s voice trailed off, never a person who knew how exactly he would put his words together.

“Look, Keith. I-I-” You let out a sigh and turned to Keith. At the sigh of the look on his Keith, your voice trembled and failed you. You turned back to your bayard in your hands. “I’m not needed half the time.”

Keith’s face changed. ”[Name], you can’t really think that...”

“But it’s true.”

Licking his lips nervously, Keith tried to pick out his choice of words carefully. Then he started to speak. “Do you remember what Allura said about the White Lion and its paladin when we first came to the castle?”

“I-I-” Keith didn’t give you any time to reply.

“That it was the most adaptable out of all the Lions and its paladin would also be like that. That it was the one which would stick by everyone’s side in every moment and that would be the last hope in almost every situation.” Keith’s voice began to crack at the end. You sat there, open mouthed, confused at what he was going on about. “Please [Name], you’re much more important than you think.”

“Keith, you can’t- I’m not really-”

“[Name].” He took your hands in his own, his eyes boring into your own. “We need you.”

How had you not seen everything? You weren’t completey useless. The White Lion was a Lion of Voltron. It had a role like every other. It may not have been obvious, but you could see. It was there when another fell and was there when they needed Voltron and another being to fight.

And it needed a paladin: you.

You thanked Keith in your own way when you realised.

#voltron #voltron x reader #vld #keith kogane #keith imagine #writing #imagine #mod asteria #the end is so cheesy and awkward I'm sorry

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mlmwatch-headcanons · 7 years ago

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Remember that request for the boys s/o secretly putting stickers on their weapons and armor? Can i get a continuation of that w zenyatta, 76, hanzo, genji, and mccree??

First part is here, these are gonna be a little short cause theres so many - Mod Genji

Solider 76

He honestly has no guesses as to who it could be when he finds his jacket coated in pink stickers for the third time that week

There isn’t anyone in the recalled Overwatch that wouldn’t jump at a chance to prank him

If he was still Strike Commander he could just have the quarters searched and any stickers found confiscated

Not that he would

Lets it go and resigns himself to peeling off stickers every morning

When you do reveal yourself he is so fucking happy cause he can finally tell you to STOP

The old man appreciates that you were trying to brighten up his day, but he needs to Rest

Genji

Genji really only takes his outer armor off to sleep or meditate, so when you two wake up in the morning for training and there’s stickers on the inside of his chest plate, he knows it’s you

Plays along though, doesn’t mention it to you, just smiles and puts the armor on

He just smiles bigger when there’s even more stickers the next morning

Starts to wonder where you’re getting all these, where you’re hiding them in your shared quarters, how you manage to get out of bed, bedazzle his stuff, then climb back in without waking him

Wants to ask but your little giggles in the morning when he finds his new prize are his everything and he doesn’t want to ruin the fun

When you reveal to him he doesn’t bother acting surprised for a moment and immediately starts asking all the questions he’s been holding back for months

He never scrapes them off

Zenyatta

He Knows Where His Orbs Are

He Knows You Took One

He’s being very quiet about it and not recalling it but it’s making him more anxious than previously thought possible

Meditating, for once in his life, doesn’t work. He trusts you and knows that he would know if something was wrong but he can’t stop fretting

There’s a reason his orbs return to him in game once he loses line of sight

Finally you come back to him with the orb in hand and a little unicorn sticker on it

He snatches it away from you and asks you please, don’t remove parts of him without him knowing, please

(He still lets you put stickers on the rest of the orbs, provided he remains in line of sight with them. He thinks they’re cute and puts some on your gear as pay back)

McCree

He really wants to keep the sticker on his gun

The person who put it there obviously meant him well and wanted to show they were thinking of him! And it’s super cute! He can’t just be rude and scrape it off!

There’s one thought that doesn’t leave his mind though: it doesn’t match his aesthetic

He puts his foot down and decides not to remove it, suiting up and leaving to depart for the mission….

….but then he passes a pane of glass and the sticker catches his eye in the mirror

He’s scraping it off mumbling “sorry sorry sorry sorry” under his breath before he can blink

When he finds out it was you, his boyfriend, his pumpkin, his darling, his sugar muffin

His heart breaks

He doesn’t stop apologizing for weeks, even after you tell him you don’t care that much

Hanzo

Don’t put things on the storm bow

You can’t put things on the storm bow. Hanzo always has an eye on the storm bow

There’s a rumor around base that if you touch the storm bow without the dragon’s express permission you die instantly

The string is insured for $100,000 american

The storm bow does car commercials….. In Japan

If you build up the courage to actually go for it you’ll find out Hanzo doesn’t mind that much. He just lets the rumors breed because it’s funny and it keeps people away from his things

He’ll have to take it off, or else other agents will get ideas, but he gives you a kiss on the head and thanks you

He still knew it was you though, and you have no idea how

#hanzo x reader #hanzo headcanons #mccree x reader #Mccree headcanons #genji x reader #genji headcanons #Soldier76 headcanons #soldier76 x reader #zenyatta headcanons #zenyatta x reader #male reader #overwatch x reader #Mod Genji

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radreactions · 7 years ago

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Companions Get Cucked

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Ada: Any robot would love routine check-ups of their sensitive circuitry or a hot oil bath. Ada especially enjoyed whenever Sole would mod her or give her a new coat of paint. These maintenance sessions gave her such bliss, Ada’s voice would become almost as seductive as conventional assaultrons. Sole had most recently gave her a full assaultron build and an oil rub, which gave her the opportunity to tease Sole with slim yet strong legs and claws that would pin them down while she set the mood with her head laser set on a low and non-lethal emission. Speaking of head lasers, Ada had almost fired when she saw Sole tending to their robot butler. Codsworth giggled as Sole made him into a Mr. Gutsy. Ada knew that Sole was just a friend, but it was at the robot workbench where she had found more than just a personal mechanic.

Cait: After asking Sole if they felt anything between the two, Cait had no idea that the sentence “We’re the best of friends” would cause her such distress. Just friends don’t care like Sole does for Cait. Just friends don’t check up on each other at almost any hour just to make sure the other is still there. Just friends don’t hide beneath their collar whenever Cait would tease Sole about snuggling or her ass. The mindfuck of “just friends” ran through Cait’s head as she perused through the pictures of Sole with Nate/Nora hung throughout their house. She envied how Sole’s spouse had experienced such unrelenting love. Then it hit her: “What if I was more... womanly?” Cait wondered as she saw Nora in colorful dresses and skirts. That night, Cait had a surprise for Sole as she snuck to their room in a summer dress she had “borrowed” from their attic. This would be her second chance at being with Sole, that is until she saw that reporter sway out of Sole’s room, wearing nothing but their shirt and appearing satisfied. Years of being alone and denied even a little joy made Cait snap; as Piper cleaned up in the bathroom, she was met with a calloused hand over her mouth. “Who the fuck do you think you are, taking Sole from me? What makes you, Nate/Nora, or anyone else so damn special?”

Codsworth: Memories of Sole and their family helped the butler persevere 200 years of isolation. No matter how bittersweet. Or entirely bitter. Codsworth had recalled one time where he had walked in Sole with the missus/hubby. “Shaun has been put to sleep, would you require anything- ELSE?!” “Yeah. Fuck me right in the- CODSWORTH?!” “Why I say! There shall be no such thing in me!” “No Cods! Wait babe stop, put some clothes on-“ WAAAAAAAAHHHHHH The ruckus had awoken young Shaun, which gave Codsworth a perfect excuse to leave. “Yes! Saved by the baby!”

Curie: New to almost everything human, Curie knew she had to do it all! With Sole. Not only did she want to share every discovery with Sole, she wanted to do everything with Sole. Curie wants Sole. She wanted them... to do everything to her. Curie owes Sole more than her new life; the very person who liberated her from Vault 80 and her robotic confines. She loved them, body and mind. So she made it obligatory to pass by their room every night to check on them. On a routine passby, she heard noises from their room. “Shit.” “Fuck.” “Ow.” This alarmed her, thinking someone was hurting Sole. Expecting to find them in distress, Curie had found Sole destressing. With Gage. Her heart had fell out of her chest and even deeper, as the two lovers stopped and screamed “Close the door! Get out Curie!” Slumped against the wall outside Sole’s room, little whimpers of “No...” and “Why Sole?” escaped her mouth as tears began flowing.

Danse: Power armor was the only thing that made this Paladin feel strong enough to take on the Commonwealth. Now even an X-01 suit couldn’t even hold a candle to Sole, according to Danse. Sole had shown great conviction serving in his unit; getting Rhys to be more of a team player and forming something of a dynamic duo with Haylen. Danse was thrilled to see Y/N bringing the team closer together, but he would like to see the two of them do the same at a much larger scale; he wanted the dynamic duo to be him and Sole. That ain’t happening. One night while sweeping Cambridge, Danse had heard groaning. No. Moaning coming from the old evidence room. Much to his distaste, Sole was on their knees eating out Haylen. Her hands held their head directly in front of her bare entrance. Never had Danse used his authority to undermine his fellow soldiers. That was until he had shouted “Cease this at once!” as Haylen climaxed all over Sole’s face.

Deacon: It was a prank war between best buds Deacon and Sole. Whoopie cushions, air horns, and laxatives brought the two agents closer than a raider and some jet. But this was all a front: Deacon had his shaded eyes on Sole ever since their first mission. This prank war was just so they could spend more time together in hopes that sparks would fly. But it was time for Deacon’s magnum opus: he was gonna drop the L bomb. Knowing that Sole frequents the tombs under the Old North Church, he was going to hide in one of the tombs and pop out wearing nothing but a bowtie and a gum drop bikini (courtesy of Piper). It was after this he’d get serious and start spouting some cheesy sonnets. It was go big or go home. Deacon should have stayed home. While he waited in an empty tomb, he heard to people enter. “Toot that ass Sole!” Wait, is that Glory? Then Deacon heard the two right over the tomb he was hiding in. Then came the moans and dirty talk. “Oh! Oh shit! Glory!” “You yelling Glory! Now it’s time for me to get gory!” Deacon held his hand over his mouth as Glory gave it to Sole. Right. Above. Him.

Dogmeat: You’d only hear Dogmeat growl if there’s an enemy nearby, or if shit’s about to go down. Shit definitely went down when Sole came home smelling like another dog.

Gage: Damn the new Overboss was fine. Especially when dat ass was clad in their vault suit. Gage had an eye for top notch goods. Especially the type of goods you just want to squeeze. The problem with goods like the ones on Sole is that everyone wants a piece. Gage wasn’t always top dog, but he’d need to mark his territory before anyone else could. He should have done it before Mags. Before William. Before Nisha. Before Mason. Gage had walked in on all of Nuka World’s highrollers climax all over the overboss. Everyone except him.

Hancock: Your friendly neighbohood mayor had many partners in his bed. But the one person he needed was Sole. They’re more badass and sexy than any gun that passed through Goodneighbor. He’d trade all the drugs in the world- the Commonwealth- ok in his stash just to have a shot with Sole. But perhaps he should have given more than his chems. A party at the Third Rail meant booze, singing, and dancing. Everyone was going to be there, including Sole. Throughout the party, Hancock kept his eye on the prize; making sure no one else would make a move on Sole. He even hired Fahrenheit, promising her a personal keg of beer. After like 10 bottles of every liquor on Charlie’s shelf, Hancock was off to win over Sole. Surely after traveling with them and opening up, they’d feel something right? Yep. Sole felt Fahrenheit’s hands explore their body as they grinded on her. All Hancock did was watch in disbelief and feeling betrayed, as his Right Hand was the one leaving Sole a wet mess. Leaving then satisfied while he’s kicked to the curb.

Longfellow: It was happy hour at The Last Plank, everyone was there: Sole, Valentine, Avery, Erickson, and even DiMA. As a party started, Sole got dizzy and sat on Valentine’s lap. Longfellow knew there was something up between them, and raised a bottle to them. Then some hussy came up shrieking “Ew. You have sex with that?” Pointing at Valentine. Just before Longfellow was about to throw a bottle at this bitch’s head, Sole drunkenly retorted “Oh yeah? You have sex with old people.” “Hey!” both Longfellow AND Valentine exclaimed. Now Longfellow didn’t know who to throw a bottle at.

MacCready: Yearning for your employer is never good, but for Sole? Mac could make an exception. The two of them even became friends. Sole even helped Mac with his problems with the Gunners and Duncan’s disease. I mean who wouldn’t fall for them? Even Magnolia had her eye on them. This almost made Mac pull out his entire rifle in the Third Rail. But not wanting to upset Sole, Mac only kept his hand on the grip. That was much harder especially when she was holding onto Sole’s arm while they walked her to her room. He nearly pulled his gun when she invited them into her room and sending him away. “Sole, why don’t you get the help a room so that we may... converse in private.” Mac could only comply. His mouth sewing itself shut when he could have just took Sole with him. Now he’s in the room underneath Magnolia’s. “Take that vault suit off and really make me sing.” Mac’s pillow alone couldn’t block the sounds of pleasure coming from right above him.

Maxson: The elder had a good eye for soldiers. But it was knight Sole who had stolen his gaze whenever they were on the Prydwyn. Whether it was them fixing up their power armor or bringing more technical documents, Maxson couldn’t resist dat ass. He was nearly on edge when he saw them in a Brotherhood uniform. The thought of Y/N in a jumpsuit, blue or orange lingered in his head as he went on with his day. The thought was replaced with methods of torture when he walked into Paladin Danse’s quarters only to see Sole harnessed naked onto a power armor station. “So it would seem my best soldiers need a lesson in fraternization.”

Nick: Coming home to the agency was always a pleasure since he’s welcomed by Ellie with a freshly lit cigarette. This became even better when Sole partnered up with him. Now Nick has got two friendly faces to come home to, with the occasional nuzzle with Dogmeat. But what he’d really like to come home to is Sole patiently waiting for him in bed. One night, when Nick fantasized about this treat, he walked in to Ellie bent over his desk, with Sole pounding her from behind. An awkward silence filled the air; it was if you could actually cut through it. Before any more coolant could be used to prevent him from overheating, Nick could only say this: “Ellie. You’re fired.”

Piper: Having Sole as her best friend made Piper happier than she was the day she had met them. But you know what would be better? Unlimited and exclusive access to Sole’s blue butt as opposed to being limited to brief glances while walking behind them. Being besties is great and all, but it would be better to be able to kiss Sole on the cheek (both head and rear). To have someone to warm her bed and wake up with. Since they’re not doing anything, Piper would need to make the first move, so she decided to visit them at homeplate. Much to her pleasure, Sole answered the door in only a shirt long enough to cover what’s down under. It was as if they were a present for her to unwrap. Before she could even get into why she was there, in comes Cait (although she had already came the night before, multiple times). To Piper’s horror, Cait walked by Sole naked just to slap their ass. “How’s that ass darling? I wasn’t too rough was I? What do you think Piper? Too much?” She spun Sole around so Piper could see the hickies, scratch, and spank marks that Cait had left on them from the night before. It was clear that Piper was too late. Sole now belonged to Cait. Before Sole could take notice of the tears welling up in her eyes Piper exclaimed “WELL I HOPE THE TWO OF YOU WILL BE HAPPY! GOODBYE!” After which she stormed off. Before Sole could go after her, Cait had pulled them back. “Didn’t you hear her? She’s happy for us. Now why don’t you make me even happier and come back to bed?”

Preston: “You can do this.” Preston repeated this in his head on his way to Sole with a bouquet of flowers hidden behind him. When a complete stranger not only revives the Commonwealth and becomes your best friend, how could you not have feelings for them? Sole altruism made Preston feel like he never felt before. He’d look into their eyes and the skies the limit. He feels so- so - so- helpless. Helpless as he caught a glimpse of Sole exchange tongues with Sturges. Good for them. Sturges is a good guy. He’s strong. Handy. Not me. And not a virgin. Which Preston got a first hand experience afterwards. Trying to get back to normal, he returned to his usual “Another settlement needs your help.” routine. Which was disrupted when he walked in on Sole playing with Sturges’ tool.

Strong: Fighting beside Sole almost made Strong feel as if he didn’t need the milk of human kindness. Almost. The way he felt smashing skulls with his leader gave Strong purpose and the desire to be Sole’s shadow. So other companions beware: try to avoid Strong whenever you’re with Sole or you may find a nasty surprise. Gage had found a huge turd in his pillow. Cait found a snake in her boot. Who knows what Strong will do next if he finds Sole with someone else?

X6-88: The golden rule of being a bodyguard: Never Fall in Love. At least according to an old pre-war film. Sure X6 has to provide cover fire for Sole almost everywhere they go. There was even that one time he had to carry them bridal style after they had twisted their ankle. But never had he considered that he could have fallen for them. He did grow fond of them as well as concerned for their safety. So he asked Curie, that synth doctor to always check up on Sole after missions. However he didn’t intend on her becoming competition. So it came in like a bullet when he found her undressing Sole. “Maybe it’s just a physical?” Sure. That is if physicals involved the doctor putting their mouth all over their patient. X6 only stayed out of sight so he could exit. This was no big deal. He just had to arrange Curie’s retrieval, or a much preferred extermination.

BONUS:

Shaun: Coming to the surface met Shaun with new challenges and experiences. Sole’s child was unexposed to many wasteland commodities such as radiation and the threat of monsters. Shaun was grew scared upon hearing tales of deathclaws and feral ghouls. It wasn’t surprising that his first meeting with Hancock was that of screaming. After calming down, the two got along fine. This would make it much more easier for Y/N to break the news that they’re together with Hancock. Or so they thought. Disturbed by the humming of Sanctuary’s generators, Shaun left for his parent’s room in hopes that they would cuddle him to sleep. Flipping on the switch, Shaun was met with the sight of Hancock on top of Sole. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH “MAMA/DADDY NO!”

Glory: It was a slow day at Railroad HQ. Everyone important was out helping the safehouses and everyone had a job. Everyone except Glory, who got banged up from her last job. Who knew plasma could cause a life threatening explosion? After being tended to and scolded by Carrington, Glory was left to watch the HQ. Even though she had a limp and couldn’t steady her minigun, she’s still deadly with a railway rifle. So she sat at a counter and ate a wasteland salad. While thinking about tossing a salad. Sole salad. Oh yeah. The newest agent has caught Glory’s eye, and she knows what she wants. Sole shirtless and bent over this very counter. Which is exactly what’s in front of her. “Sorry about the view, it’s hot down here.” Sole had come to resupply and take a breather, holding a cold Nuka Cola on their bare neck. “No need to apologize” Glory said through a grin. Before she could even use a pick up line, in comes Deacon. Sole’s best bud. Hooray... Baldy came in and gave Sole a pat on the butt, earning a small yelp. It should Glory’s hand on dat ass dammit! It should be her wrapping around Sole from behind- Wait. Why are they moaning? “Wait a minute. Deacon do you even have pants on? Are you two fucking? ARE YOU SERIOUS? RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?”

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dangan-ronpa-v3-imagines-blog · 7 years ago

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The Boys with a shy and cold S/O who becomes more affectionate later in the relationship

Hoo boy this is my first imagine on this blog, I really hope I did justice for it!

- Mod Rantaro

Kokichi Ouma

To Ouma, winning s/o’s affections was almost like a game to him. A game with a more than pleasing prize if won. The objective? To thaw out s/o’s frozen heart! The reward? S/o’s undying love and affection, of course! ...hopefully!

He thought this would be much easier done than said. Boy was he wrong. This was much harder than he anticipated it to be. No matter how much he pestered them or spent time with them, they still seemed unaffectionate. He knew they loved him but.. They sure were bad at showing that.

Weeks of numerous attempts of trial and error passed by, to the point that he’d almost thought he’d never win. That was until a small peck on the cheek took him by surprise.

Sure, it was a small peck, one small step for man, but one huge leap for Kokichi Ouma’s relationship!

Whatever it was he did that prompted them to do that, he’d be sure to do it more often. Maybe he can be promoted from cheek kisses to actual kisses someday!

And that someday came months later after gradual progression in their relationship. Ouma went from zero hugs and kisses to much more than he could ask for. Mission accomplished, Kokichi!

Kiibo

At first, Kiibo wasn’t at all used to having such a cold s/o. In fact it made him feel almost rejected at first despite them having already admitted their feelings towards him. He’d assumed that it was because he was a robot that s/o hardly shows any affection to him often.

They’d reassure him multiple times that it wasn’t him at all; they just simply were not too keen on showing much affection in general, and apologized for making it seem as though they didn’t love him.

Ever since then he’d grown used to the fact that his s/o wasn’t an affection heavy person. Besides, it was enough for him to simply spend quality time with the person he loves!

But slowly, s/o would throw in a romantic gesture here and there, and started to steadily grow more frequent as weeks went by.

S/o didn’t think he would notice, but in actuality, their gradual change in behavior was the only thing on his mind. He’d concentrate on these patterns, and wondering what caused this slight change in their behavior? Were they sick? Did something happen?

Of course he enjoyed this, but he still wondered why. S/o was much more different than the s/o just a few months ago.

But all those questions had been answered by the simple phrase: “Because I love you, Kiibo.”

Shuichi Saihara

Saihara was fairly okay with his less than affectionate s/o. It saved him the embarrassment of possible pda.

But every now and then, he’d want some form of affection, especially after bad days or if his self esteem seemed much lower than usual. He’d cuddle with his s/o every now and then, but it almost seemed like he was snuggling up to a figurative ice cube.

He loved them with all his heart, and he was kinda sure they felt that way too. He’d just wish that they made some sort of gesture that showed him they cared, maybe like holding hands every now and then?

Wait a minute. What just slipped into his hand? That can’t be s/o’s hand, can it?

It is!?

He’d look at them, a blush on his face as he realized this might’ve been the first time they’d actually done something like this! And looking at the light blush on their face as well told him they loved him, maybe even more than ever if they made the conscious decision to hold hands.

From that fateful day, the relationship had progressively grown more into a loving one, from holding hands, to side hugs, to longer hugs, to a variety of kisses. It was amazing how s/o’s cold personality took a very slow but steady 180 into a more affectionate kind.

Gonta Gokuhara

He’d be very gentle with his s/o. Only doing gentlemanly things, like holding the door or pulling out chairs for them to sit in. He was never sure if they’d appreciate a hug or kiss on the cheek, since they always acted a little cold when it came to affection.

He knew they were just shy, and it was fairly understandable. For some people it just takes a lot of courage and warming up!

He’s very patient with his s/o, making sure not to do anything they might not like. He would just feel awful if he’d made them uncomfortable with his actions.

No matter how long it takes for s/o to eventually warm up to the idea of affectionate acts, he will wait for them. It’d be awfully ungentlemanly of him to rush them.

And the day they made their first move had him quite shocked, if we’re being honest. He never expected them to latch on to his arm in public! He’d admit, it felt nice that they held onto that arm, it made him feel as if they needed him.

It was exciting for him to know that s/o was opening up for him, it’s as if he’d accomplished his mission in being a good boyfriend, and will still continue to be that good boyfriend for as long as they love him.

Hoshi Ryoma

His s/o being unaffectionate at first didn’t bother him one bit. He had to admit, he’d been the same way himself. That was one thing they had in common.

The relationship was pretty calm, not much passion, nor was there frustration with each other. It was simply just enjoying each other’s company.

He kind of just let them do their own thing while he did his. The two were perfectly content with the mutual chillness.

He was the calmest of all the boys when s/o started to get a little bit affectionate towards him. Though he will have to admit, it was the cutest thing to him when s/o shyly kissed him on the cheek for the first time.

The ever so slow shift of cold to loving was quite enjoyable. It wasn’t too fast, and it seemed pretty special that way. That they’d come to start showing him more affection.

He’d always return their kisses with the same gentle gesture to keep the progression going, and to show that he loved them like they did for him.

Kaito Momota

Kaito wasn’t really against having a cold s/o. It actually made them an even cuter couple as their personalities kind of complemented each other, one being passionate and bombastic, the other being a bit on the shier side.

And it was good enough for him if they at least agreed to lay next to him outside to gaze at the stars whenever he thought the night was going to show them a breathtaking sight. Just because he couldn’t hug or kiss them doesn’t mean he isn’t going to gush about the wonders of outer space to them.

He’s grown pretty much used to these stargazing dates where their shoulders were only allowed to touch like, a little bit.

But he was sure seeing stars when he felt his s/o put an arm around him and ever so lightly pull him closer. It was a legitimate surprise to him!

That same night after he walked s/o home, he was rewarded with a very very small and very very quick peck on the nose before s/o vanished inside their home in a flustered mess.

When he returned to his humble abode, the neighbors had to shout at him because his excitement was, well, very loud and woke up their kids on a school night. But can you blame him? He was excited for his s/o’s tiny gesture of affection, and if he’s being honest, he’s already craving for more, and he was always looking forward to the next possible kiss or hug.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Like Kaito, he didn’t really mind the lack of affection either. It’s not like he needed it every single minute of every single day, so he didn’t really see a problem with it. He’s fairly patient and understanding with them.

Besides, since they aren’t like, making out on the couch all the time, it just leaves more time to tell them stories and folktales that intrigue him most, and that he thinks they’ll love. It made for perfect dates to stay at home.

One day when he was reading one of his favorites to his s/o, he was caught a bit off guard when he felt his hair being played with. S/o hardly ever did that, and that’s saying if they even did do it at all. It felt nice to him, and though he was surprised, he wasn’t about to show it, so he kept reading.

Ever since that night, he’d noticed how s/o’s somewhat affectionate touches grew to be more frequent in between each visit and date, and he had to say, he was internally ecstatic to know that they were starting to open up, and share their true beauty with him, and him only.

Rantaro Amami

It honestly didn’t phase him at all. If they weren’t one for affection, that was completely fine by him, he respected that.

He never dated before, so he was kind of glad they didn’t expect him to be the best damn love machine in the galaxy, let alone their town. It was a bit of a cool learning experience, and they both went at their own pace.

Sometime though, he would wonder if he was actually being a good boyfriend. He knew s/o usually shies away from being loved on, but he couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t doing enough for them in the relationship. He’d usually stress about it, though of course he wouldn’t show that to his s/o, or anyone really. He wouldn’t want them to worry.

But as he noticed his s/o slowly becoming more of an affectionate lover over time, he’d also feel his worries gradually wash away as well, as he too started doting on them a bit more as they grew more comfortable with such romantic actions

#Danganronpa #Danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 boys #kokichi ouma #kiibo #shuichi saihara #gonta gokuhara #kaito momota #korekiyo shinguuji #ryoma hoshi #rantarou amami

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imagineclaireandjamie · 7 years ago

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Anticipating the next chapter of the artist series!!! 😍

Mod Note: If anyone can remind me which fic this is, I’d be very grateful. Until then, have some more CoC.

Chain of Command: Part 5.

Claire traced the pattern on the rough table, trying to avoid making eye contact with Mama Crook who –with a very motherly stare– was keeping council with her in the privacy of the downstairs study.

“Who, Claire, ye need to tell me, aye?”

Dipping her head closer to the wooden hardtop, Claire tried to contain the butterflies that were forming in her belly.

She shook her head.

“Did he force ye? You can tell me. Ye *ken* me, Claire…”

For six months she’d managed to conceal the child, using rags to hold her belly flat under her skirts after her failed ‘escape’ attempt. But in a moment of weakness, she’d snuck away from her duties, undone her bindings - just as her baby began to move within her - and just sat with her palms cradled over the unborn babe.

Mrs Crook watched her sneak away and had followed, curious as to why Claire had been so withheld recently. Pushing the door open, she viewed Claire with a sort of awed-wonder as the lass stripped down and sat cross legged on the floor, cradling her extended belly with such peaceful reverence.

Claire shook her head again, keeping the identity of her secret lover concealed.

Huffing out an audible sigh, Mrs Crook dropped her joined hands onto the tabletop, her patience wearing thin as the minutes ticked by.

“Claire, ye need t-”

Opening the door, Brian plowed into the small room a large smile on his face as he viewed the two women, “Mrs Crook! I need some…” his words trailed off as he took in the tense scene in front of him, his smile faltering as he caught the sweep of Claire’s belly beneath her thin dress.

“Mary, mother and bride,” he cursed, pulling a chair beside Mrs Crook as his weight fell into the seat with a solid thump.

“Dinna ask me who, sir,” she sighed in defeat, “I canna get her t’ tell me who’s fathered the bairn.”

Holding his hand up to Mrs Crook a look of understanding crossed Brian Fraser’s face as he placed his large palm over Claire’s joined ones. “Claire, lassie, who?”

Remaining stoic, Claire pressed her lips together, Brian’s familiar blue eyes piercing her armour as she tried to stay quiet. “You’ll send me away, so what does it matter if you know?” She questioned, her voice stable for the moment as her fingers twitched where they lay beneath his.

No matter what, she wasn’t from their world. Whether she told him the truth or not, she would not be allowed to raise her baby the way she’d dreamed since discovering her new circumstances.

“Ach! It *does* matter, Claire,” Brian whispered, his hard stare holding some unspoken emotion that Claire couldn’t place, “especially if it’s someone who hurt ye! And we willna send ye away, why would ye think such a thing?”

Hiding her head beneath her curls, Claire pulled her eyes away.

“Is that the reason fer *Inverness*?” Brian whispered, sensing her crumbling resolve he changed tack, his palms rubbing soothing circles over Claire’s clammy hands.

Claire’s cheeks pinked but she remained quiet.

“Did I ever tell ye,” he began, a wistful reverence in his tone, “about my mother, Claire?”

Bringing her head up, Claire studiously ignored Mama Crook as her eyes locked with Brian’s once more. Shaking her head, she licked her lips as unshed tears welled in her eyes. “No,” she replied, the hunched set of her shoulders relaxing a little as she settled to listen to his tale.

Seeing her calm, Brian’s mouth twitched upwards as he continued. He had an idea, of course, as to why Claire was being so coy about her tryst. But he wanted her to tell him the truth of it without having to force the information from her. He knew that this story was likely the only thing to break down the walls which she’d built around her wee secret.

“Ye already ken Jamie and Jenny’s grand-sire, aye?” He forged ahead, waiting only briefly for Claire’s nod in between words, “weel, he met my ma in a rather unconventional position…”

Sitting on the guest bed, Claire shifted her weight. The mattress was incredibly comfortable but she just couldn’t seem to relax. Despite his best efforts, Brian had been unable to coax the identity of Claire’s mystery suitor from her. She very nearly cracked after hearing his story but the more rational part of her saw through his attempts to prize the information from her. In the end, the story saw Brian’s mother raise him alone - without the help of Simon Fraser. Only in guilt had the man gifted Lallybroch to Brian and Claire could only see the same fate for herself and the baby. Why bring Jamie’s reputation into disrepute? She’d rather continue to conceal it in the hopes that Jamie wouldn’t feel the need to claim ownership of her unborn once he discovered her secret.

She’d come this far, already in too deep, Claire -as stubborn as she was- had chosen her path.

Ellen clicked the door open, pushing the thick wood slowly so as not to spook Claire. She had returned home to find Brian with his head in his hands and and empty dram of whisky drained on the table in front of him.

He’d only to say two words and Ellen knew it all.

‘She’s pregnant.’

With the words still echoing around her head as she snuck into the bedchamber.

“Claire?” She questioned quietly, reaching her hand out to run over the young lassie’s hair as she tried to hide her eyes from Ellen. “Ye ken what you mean to me, to us…” she began, her hands trembling a little as she tried to quash Claire’s misgivings. “I wouldna be here today if it wasne for you.”

“I’m so sorry, Ellen,” Claire blurted, her emotions boiling over at Ellen’s motherly touch.

“What is there to be sorry for, a leannan? I dinna think there is anything ye need apologise for. But we canna do more until you tell us…tell me, Claire…” she pleaded, “please?”

When Claire still refused to speak, she tried one last thing. Wrapping her arm around Claire’s shaking shoulders, she brought her against her chest. “Ye ken how strong our Scottish blood is, Claire,” she whispered, “tell us and we can assure you both safety and protection before the bairn arrives. Do you want to be a family?”

The question was supposed to be rhetorical, but Ellen did not, and had never believed in the impossibility of any situation.

“You’ll send me away once you know,” she spoke repeating the same worry to Ellen as she had to Brian, her voice muffled as she burrowed deeper into the wool of her shawl. “Or take my baby away from me. Why yearn for something I can never have?”

“This has to be your choice, Claire. I canna force yer honesty. But I will strive to help you in any possible way. And we would *ne’er* remove your child from ye.” That particular statement and cut Ellen deep - for Claire to assume that either her or Brian would punish her so severely made her heart ache.

Taking Claire’s hand in her own, Ellen first ran their joined palms over Claire’s belly and then raised them to place over her own heart. “Trust in us, Claire. We will see ye safe.”

Closing her eyes tight, Claire felt the steady beat of Ellen’s heart and swallowed. “I should have told him first,” Claire sighed, tears falling down her cheeks as she opened her eyes again, staring directly at Ellen as she tried to convey meaning with simply a look. “W-will you tell him I’m sorry for it...?”

Padding downstairs, Ellen huffed out a rather large breath as she pressed herself to Brian’s side.

“How is she?” He asked, eager to know if his clever wife had managed to wrangle the truth from Claire.

“Scared still,” Ellen sighed. “She thinks she’s alone.”

“Have ye managed to convince her that view is supremely foolish?” Brian chuckled worriedly.

If anyone could do it, Ellen could. After Jamie, Ellen was the Fraser with whom Claire had the strongest bond.

“What’s amiss, Mam?” Jamie piped up, his voice echoing through the almost-silent room. Brian and Ellen’s eye rose to meet his immediately. They’d been so deep in thought that neither had seen or heard their youngest enter until he’d made himself known.

“Son,” Ellen coaxed, patting the sofa next to her as she spoke, “before I tell ye, I think we need a wee chat, aye?”

Sitting with some trepidation, Jamie perched on the end of the seat with his fingers strumming out a nervous rhythm against his bare knees. “It’s Claire, isn’t it?” He broached, unaware of her current predicament. She had been off-colour for a while, avoiding him completely in recent weeks. He’d been busy though, which had made giving her space easier.

Brian took Ellen’s hand, watching as Jamie’s gaze flittered restlessly between them both. After Willie had been taken, sickness in the house always came with some manner of trepidation.

“Jamie,” Ellen began, her eyes serious as she clutched Brian’s hand tightly, “Claire’s pregnant.”

Steeling himself, Jamie wrung his hands together as he stood outside the guest bedroom door. The distinct sound of sobbing filtered under the door and his heart shattered at the idea of Claire suffering alone for all this time, afraid and unable to come to him with her news.

*Promised*, his mother had told him. She’d spent most of their romantic time together thinking their actions to be illicit - all because of some misconceived notion that he was to wed another.

In a moment of weakness as a child, his grief at losing his brother consuming him inside and out, he’d made a promise to his father. Claire had been his beacon. His shining light. And no matter how she saw herself, he saw the treasure she truly was. In those dire days he had promised Brian that one day Claire would be his bride - no matter what.

Brian, it seemed, had taken him at his word to this day. The rumours that had been spilt throughout Broch Tuarach had not been wrong, he was permanently entangled with someone whom he loved greatly. But since the name of the lucky lassie had been conveniently omitted - to allow Jamie the chance to woo his intended properly - Claire had only heard a partial truth.

She’d craved Jamie, labouring under the assumption that sometime soon he’d be betrothed to another woman.

Suddenly her downtrodden mood over Laoghaire became clear to him as the mist evaporated before his eyes.

Cursing his foolishness, Jamie berated himself for the lack of clarity on his behalf. This mess would not have occurred had he cleared Claire’s misconceptions. Had he not allowed her to block his every attempt at making his position clear to her, they would *not* be in this situation now.

Opening the door, he walked across the wood paneled floor and knelt beside the cushioned four poster bed.

“Why, Claire?” He muttered, taking hold of her frozen hands as he began to kiss her frigid digits. “Why did ye spend all this time thinking yerself no’ fit for me?”

Stunned, Claire remained silent. She’d expected the ‘why’. After all, Jamie was loyal to a fault. To think that he’d missed the chance to resolve this mess earlier would have certainly had him in knots. But she hadn’t expected latter part of his statement.

Ellen’s calming influence earlier had worked. Within moments of their unusual mother/daughter-like conversation beginning she’d broken, sobbing relentlessly as she hiccuped through her sorry tale.

“Because I’m not, Jamie. You’re the Laird Broch Tuarach... and I’m plain Claire, nothing more.”

“No!” Jamie cried, tears slipping from his eyes as he leaned forwards, pressing his forehead gently against hers, “dinna you ever say that, Claire!” He castigated, his patience at the depredation of her self-worth depleting.

“It’s you, mo nighean donn. It’s always been you! Can’t you see?” He begged, pleaded, his tone reverent and true as he grasped her tightly.

“All of those years ago, I pledged myself to ye. My body, my heart…everything. I told da. So yes, I am promised. I was *always* promised…but to you, Claire.”

Fresh tears cascaded down her cheeks now as she dragged in a ragged breath, relief and sorrow coursing through her veins as she hurled herself from the bed and into Jamie’s waiting arms.

“Oh, Jamie,” she spluttered, gripping onto his shirt so tightly that she almost tore into the fabric, “I l-love you…God how I love you.”

“Then you’ll have me?” He whispered, his lips caressing her ear slowly as he pressed his flat belly against her round one, the feel of his child between them emboldening his words by touch alone. “Because, Christ, Claire, if I don’t love ye too. I always have…”

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