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iâm back with more joe rantz songs. ignore the cringe and feel out the concept please im begging:
pink in the night by mitski
so it goes⌠by taylor swift
tear in my heart by top
me and my husband by mitski
work song by hozier
itâs nice to have a friend by taylor swift
itâs nice to have a friend ! đ
A/N: please ignore the fact reader is technically supposed to be in a dorm đ also, i love songfics! hope this was something you were looking for. NOT PROOFREAD đŁď¸đŁď¸đŁď¸
joe rantz who offersâ who insists on walking you home after dinner. âitâs dangerous out here this time of night, just⌠let me take you, please, the walkâs not farâ for a moment, youâre conflicted. you donât want to impose, you tell him, put him out of his way; but then, he looks down at you with that kind smile and those soft eyes, and, well, youâd be a fool to turn him down.
joe rantz who always has an eye on you, observing the way your eyes light up when you speak about something you love, engraining into his mind the warmth of your smile or the sweetness of your laughter. his gaze is fixed on you like he canât look away, and so itâs inevitable that he notices the goosebumps that decorate your skin as the temperature catches up with you, the ones that would be invisible to anyone else. joe rantz who slips his jacket over your shoulders when he does.
joe rantz who enjoys his crewmates but enjoys you more, sneaking away from the noise of the post-win celebration to sit up on the roof with you. the two of you watch as the sun sinks into the horizon, the sky a soft pink above your heads. he asks you about yourselfâ about where you want to go, who you want to be, what you want to doâ and you feel like itâs the first time anyoneâs taken you seriously. you like him, you decide, and itâs apparent in the way your breath catches when his hand brushes yours.
joe rantz who comes to the conclusion that there couldnât be a happier man on earth, carrying you over the threshold of the home you now share as church bells ring throughout seattle. youâre wearing a wedding dress and a bright smile, and heâs convinced heâs never seen anything more beautiful.
#indigo⌠is WRITING??? đ°đ°#COULD IT BE???#callum turner#the boys in the boat#joe rantz#tbitb#đź indigo writes!#đź dribble drabble#đź seaside chats
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the funny thing about kyuushi is how it drops lore in akajas instead of the main manga but because itâs an episodic gag manga, i guess you canât help it. but with all the lore i got so far (and what a difficult thing it is. thank you dedicated fans) i think i like how the central theme really is the human-vampire (esp hunter) relationship.
am i really writing meta about the vampire cock and boobs show? of fucking course. though less than meta itâs just me writing my thoughts
but with the recent akaja with northdin, it really occurred to me that the loreâs narrative had always hung on the fact that the 1800â˛s was a difficult time for everyone and now times are changing. how the vampire-human conflicts probably had so many casualties and how what weâre seeing is the aftermath of the event. a post-war recovery, if you will and itâs been centuries sure but vampires live so long it might as well be just five years ago to them. the vampire lore seems to be a story about how you deal with the after effects of conflict when you live so damn long. in fact, itâs so deep in the dragon clanâs narrative, that their feelings of loneliness, failure, and frustrations all goes back to that time.
Grandpa misses his friend (who is a hunter lmao) and thinks wistfully about how the time has changed and humans and vampires working together is such a lovely sight (as seen when he played tag with everyone in shin-yoko). he misses helsing so much and hopes he was still around to show what humans have done in the present. âTake care of your human friendâ he says to Draluc, looking so sad most of the time but trying to connect with humans due to his fondness for them.
Mira doesnât care much for humans but because of the conflicts and her hopes to make a better world for her son, she ended up not seeing him throughout his childhood and not even knowing him 200 years later. she doesnât know the man heâs become. she doesnât know he has a familiar. she doesnât know he loves his friends and heâs happier with them. she knows he was lonely but simply thought it was her failure that made it so. so she selfishly kidnapped her own son and turned him into a kid again to fulfill her own desires. she was worried and frustrated at the fact that she seemed to have missed her chance to be with him until draluc pointed out that there was still time to get to know each other
Draus sheltered his son and did all he could to keep him safe knowing he was weak. (when northdin mentioned how seeing draluc die was so chilling, he understood why Draus was like that) the human-vampire conflict worsened his anxiety for his son who could not use the dragon bloodâs powers due to how weak he was. so he ended up spoiling him, his only son. he even made a ring to ensure the kidâs protection from other clans. he met with the other clan leaders and in his own way and influence, tried to make the world a better place for him. By the time his son sought independence, he still couldnât help but worry about him.
And then thereâs northdin who does not like humans at all. like Draus, he worries for Draluc in his own way even when the kid had no respect for him. (like fucking hell that akaja) heâs anxious about trying to make the kid stronger because the human conflict is getting worse, which was why he took the kid under his wing to begin with. He cared for the kid to the point of running straight to them when he found out an exorcist had found draluc, even begging that he could drive a stake to his heart if he promised to keep the kid safe. and it was this that changed clergy at the time of the human-vampire conflict too! which led to northdin turning him and how heâs lived with the regret when he didnât wake up to the point that his diary is a mess (again that fucking akaja) and now they met and thereâs closure to it.
and then thereâs draluc who is caught in between. being young and sheltered to not know enough about the conflict (i mean he sat and had tea with a goddamn exorcist lol) and having experiences thatâs indirectly caused by the conflict. his weakness and sheltered life in the middle of the fights had isolated him from others, but also made him lonely. his mother couldnât see him due to her work. he didnât have friends and he was treated as a delicate thing. his first friend was John, who he was reluctant to take with him due to the fear of trapping him forever in a life of eternal loneliness with him (even though he was so overjoyed at finally having a friend!)Â âim not lonely. i have johnâ but itâs different now that heâs in shin-yoko. everyday has been fun for him.
and now, in the present you can see how these people are trying to heal from the aftermath and how ronaldo and dralucâs relationship is somehow central to it, the proof of the future they had aspired, or the closure they had always wanted. ronaldo and dralucâs easy friendship has touched grandpa, who had always wanted the easy friendship between vampires and humans (edit: i reread the grandpa tag chapter and he had a flashback of his friend through ronaldo?? god fucking dam), how ronaldo and hinaichi looking for draluc when mira took him made her understand that his son is not the kid he used to know, that she didnât really know him but itâs not too late to. How Ronaldo being there to take care of draluc had reassured Draus that his son would be okay and he wonât be lonely. (northdin is a work in progress lol. but heâs also working on his issues with his guilt for clergy. which draluc was responsible for ahaha)Â
and now Draluc is no longer lonely and has someone to be with. someone who is always fun and doesnât treat him like a delicate flower (for better or worse) but is also reliable enough to save him (ranging between kidnapping to the getting flushed down the drain lol) and theyâre trying to love happy now. a lot of vampires are. so i think itâs nice. i have no idea what im saying.
#kyuushi#kyuuketsuki sugu shinu#tvdint#the vampire dies in no time#94#im posting cringe and i beg my friends here to look away and ignore me lmao#but i have no one to talk to about it so i'll scream to the void#this was a talk about the dragon clan and how their worries kinda revolve around the war and draluc#and how draluc and ronaldo kinda addressed this#but at the end part i just ended up ranting about ronadora#like after everything i wrote i kinda understand why the whole clan was so happy to see ronaldo lmao#they're like it's just a castle go for it#they practically accepted him without question#im half sure 30 yrs later all of them are like you can join the family if you want you know#im sure at this point even if draus is reluctant about it#he basically considers ronaldo his son#ronadora#draluc#ronaldo (kyuuketsuki)#please don't mind me#look away#wait actually writing all that doesn't sound kyuushi at all lol???#it sounds so serious HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Because I am in a mood for horrible things, what do you think of Hermann getting to close to uncovering the truth so Precursor possessed Newt seduces him into bed as a distraction? Bonus if the Precursors taunt Hermann about it later.
i know this ask is from like. august. but i literally filled this ages ago and FOR SOME REASON....NEVER POSTED IT UP. looking over it now itâs definitely because right after i wrote it i was like :( no bonus unfortunately thatd probably kill me to write
so im editing it a little bit but....here is one of the only uprising compliant fics ive ever written LOL (also the âplay with your test tubesâ line is ripped literally directly from the novelization. which i never bothered to read bc i hated the film but i have some Choice bits saved via a friend. like the test tubes line) rated E/18+ below cut
Thereâs something off about Newton.
Newtonâs always been vain. He always did his hair up with too much product and wore jeans a bit too tight and stressed and fretted over even the smallest wrinkle, but he never wore suits like this before, never kept himself so perfectly shaven, never kept his waist so trim. Heâs lost his soft edges, the glasses that used to frame his face so nicely. Heâs colder, tooâcolder to strangers, colder to Hermann. They fought in the past, of course, argued incessantly, took petty jabs at each otherâs disciplines, but Newton never outright refused to discuss research with Hermann before.
Hermannâs research wonât matter, Newton says, his drones will make this obsolete, Hermannâs wasting his time, Hermann shouldnât bother.
Itâs been a decade, Hermann knows, people change in a decade, Hermann himself has changed in a decade (Hermannâs a little lonelier, a little sadder, a little more spontaneous, a little messier), but thereâs something off. Something wrong. Hermann canât quite place it. Hermannâ
âYou should come âround for dinner,â Newton says. His demeanor has changed, so subtlyâall business before, but now, heâs standing close, eyelids half-mast, lips curled into a lazy smile. âWe could catch up. Talk about that experiment of yours. Play with yourââ Newton casts a little glance at the door, then takes a step forward, drags a finger down Hermannâs chest, ââtest tubes.â
âOh,â Hermann says, mouth hanging open, and something is very wrong, but itâs been so long since heâs made love to Newton, so long since heâs been the subject of Newtonâs raw desire, some ten long, long years spent without Newtonâs kisses and Newtonâs touch. âAh. I.â
Newton drags his finger lower, skimming over the fastening Hermannâs trousers, and Hermannâs knees threaten to buckle. âMm?â
âDinner,â Hermann stammers. âDinner would be lovely, Newton.â
âTomorrow night,â Newton says, snapping his hand away, and heâs as brisk and businesslike as he was before. âIâll have my people pick you up when youâre done withââ He waves his hand at the mess of Hermannâs lab and wrinkles his nose. âThis. Yeah?â
âAlright, Newton,â Hermann says, heart pounding. âThank you.â He nearly cringes at the words before they leave his mouthâhow weak, how pathetic Newton must see him, grovelling like a desperate ex-lover for the slightest bit of attention. (Is he an ex-lover?)
âAnd, uh, wear something nice,â Newton says, looking Hermann up and down skeptically. Hermannâs hands go to his collar immediately, smoothing over it, self-conscious; he quite likes this shirt. He thought Newton wouldâve liked it, which is why he wore it today in the first place. Newton doesnât notice, just slips his sunglasses back on. Heâs gone with a little wave and without a second glance.
Newtonâs people pick Hermann up exactly as Newton promised the following night. He sends a big, fancy car, far more extravagant than anything either of them have owned in their entire lives, with a minibar in the back. The driver tells Hermann Dr. Geiszler insists Hermann make himself comfortable, have as many drinks as heâd like. âWhy couldnât Dr. Geiszler be here, then?â Hermann says, politely refusing the manâs attempts to take his suit coat for him.
The driver doesnât answer.
He gets shown to the front of Newtonâs condo complex, gets instructed to the right room, and then heâs riding the elevator up and standing in front of Newtonâs door. He almost canât bring himself to knock. âItâs unlocked,â Newton calls from inside as Hermann raises his hand, almost like he can sense Hermann. Perhaps some strings of their neural link remain, frayed and weakened by time though they may be. âCome on in.â
Hermann pushes open the door. Newtonâs condo is far too extravagant, far too elegant for Hermannâs and Newtonâs tastes, marble countertops and windows the size of walls, but thatâs not what makes Hermann nearly stumble, grip his cane hard, makes him say âNewton?â in surprise.
Thereâs candles lit on whatâs presumably the dining table, the counters, the coffee table, and Newtonâs leaning against the table with a glass of wine and in a very sheer robe. Itâs more like lingerie than anything. Thereâs absolutely nothing beneath it. Hermann snaps his eyes up, and Newton sets his glass down. âHermann,â he says, and swoops in, throws his arms over Hermannâs shoulders. Heâs so warm, so close, and itâs so much after nothing for so long, and Hermann very nearly gasps when Newton presses their lips together in a kiss.
âNewton,â Hermann repeats, feeling vaguely foolish, because heâd been hoping the night would go like this but didnât by any means expect it, âwhat are youâthat isâ?â
Newton flutters his eyelashes prettily. âI wanted to dress up for you,â he says, and wraps his fingers around Hermannâs neat tie.
âI wanted to talk about my research,â Hermann says weakly. âWeââ
Newton rubs his hips against Hermannâs, bare skin on fabric. Newtonâs already hard, the head of his prick flushed red. (This isnât right, Hermann thinks, something isnât right with Newton, but oh, Newton is so handsome, so lovely, only more so with age, with the grey at his temples and the little lines at the corners of his eyes that Hermann wants nothing more than to kiss over and over. Hermann shouldâve been there to watch him grow old.) âResearch?â Newton says. He gives an exaggerated pout. Purposefully silly. Itâs more like the Newton Hermann remembers. âThatâs boring, man, come on.â
âI supposeâah.â Newton leans back in and runs his tongue along Hermannâs lower lip, rubs his prick at the front of Hermannâs trousers again, and Hermannâs brain feels fuzzy.
âCome sit,â Newton says in his ear, and he threads the fingers of his right hand with Hermannâs left and tugs him forward. Hermann lets Newton pull him to the sofa and sit him down, lets him set his cane aside delicately, and then Newton settles himself down atop Hermannâs lap. âHermann,â he sighs, nosing at Hermannâs neck, âI missed you so much, honey. Iâve been so lonely without you.â He picks up one of Hermannâs hands and slides it across his chest, just over one of his nipples, and rubs his prick against the front of Hermannâs nice dress shirt. He lowers his voice. âDo you still remember how I like to be touched?â
Of course Hermann remembers. He remembers how to draw sighs from Newton, gasps of pleasure, how to take him apart until heâs trembling in Hermannâs arms and breathing out pledges of love. He wonders if Newton remembers how to do the same for him. Hermann brushes his thumb over the nipple presented so readily in front of him and feels Newton shiver. âNewt,â he croaks (he came to talk about business, about his research), âI really could use your input on my work. Ah.â Newton worries Hermannâs earlobe between his teeth. âYou see. Newton. Ah. Itâs not quite finished, you seeââ
âMm-hmm?â Newton hums, working open Hermannâs top few buttons. Hermann canât help but rub his thumb over the same nipple once more and elicit another little shiver of pleasure.
âThe equation,â Hermann says, as Newton kisses his throat and Hermann strains in his trousers, âIâm missingââ Newton takes his other hand, pushes it under the fabric of the little sheer robe and down his lower back, down to the curve of his ass, and Hermann lets out a deep groan. âOh, NewtonâŚâ
âCâmon,â Newton says, and bites at his earlobe again. âWe can talk after.â Heâs grinning. Hermannâs too entranced by him to do anything but nod.
Newton takes him to bed, then, to his ridiculous, absurd, oversized bed, pushes Hermann down and rides him fast, doesnât even bother to take Hermannâs shirt off fully and leaves Hermannâs trousers bunched around his knees, cries and begs and tells Hermann how much he missed him, how much heâs wanted him for so long.
(âWhy didnât you call,â Hermann snarls, gripping Newtonâs thighs hard enough to leave red half-moons against his inked skin, âwhy didnât you email, or text, orââ)
(Itâs the best orgasm Hermannâs had in ten years.)
âStay the night,â Newton says later, propped up on his elbow and idly tracing across Hermannâs jaw with his finger. âIâll make everything up to you, starting tomorrow.â
Thereâs a curtain covering something in the corner of Newtonâs bedroom, something big, something Hermann hadnât noticed in his previous haze of lust, and Hermann canât stop staring. He doesnât like it. âNewton, love,â Hermann begins.
âIâll actually make dinner,â Newton continues, not noticing Hermannâs discomfort. Perhaps ignoring it. He nips at Hermannâs throat. âWhatever you want. Or we could go out somewhere fancy. Thereâs a placeââ
âWhat is that?â Hermann points at the curtain.
Newton steals a little kiss. âForget about that rocket fuel,â he says, lips brushing against Hermannâs. âI donât want you hurting yourself. Or worse. I mean, what would I do without you, Hermann?â
Hermann tears his eyes away from the curtain, his chest clenching painfully. Ten years of radio silence from Newton. âYou seem to be faring pretty well without me,â he spits out, bitter.
Newton straddles Hermannâs waist again, pressing kisses to his neck once more. âIâm sorry,â he says, âIâve just been so busy, Hermann, and stressed, it wasnât on purpose, Iâd never blow you off like that on purpose.â He rubs their noses together. âI love you.â
Hermann wraps his arms around Newton, holding him in place. Newton has been busy, he supposes, and stressed, which would explain why heâs been so odd, so distant. He still makes love the sameâvocal, enthusiastic, eager to please Hermann and be pleased in returnâstill kisses the same, still touches Hermann the same. Heâs still the man Hermann loves. âI know,â Hermann sighs. He kisses the top of Newtonâs head. He doesnât think heâll ever quite be able to forgive Newton for all those years, but heâs certainly willing to start something new.
âForget about the fuel?â Newton says.
Hermann really could hurt himself with ill-advised experiments with kaiju blood. (Besides: Newtonâs concern is proof Newton still cares about his well-being.) âAlright, Newton,â Hermann says, unable to help his smile, and Newton steals another little kiss.
âStay the night,â Newton insists once more. âIâll cook breakfast.â
Newtonâs bed is comfortable. Newton is even more comfortable. Hermann nods.
Itâs good to have Newton back.
#newmann#maria's fanfiction tag#this is SIGNIFICANTLY angstier than my usual fills i need to like. cleanse myself#not sfw //////////#Anonymous
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