#like out of all the celebrities i know HE'S the one who appears the most | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

quicksilversnails · 3 days ago

Text

The Princess contains death within her multitudes, and no vessels embody death and the fear that it inspires more strongly than the Nightmare and Moment of Clarity.

It's a major theme to her route, from how you get to it in the first place - ruminating in fear of what she could be until her presence is enough to make you die of fright - to the Paranoid's chant constantly reminding you of your (perceived) mortality, to her goal to make the world afraid in the same way that she makes you afraid.

Because of the Nightmare's close connection to death, I think there's a lot of interesting comparisons to be drawn between her and the Narrator. I'm writing this post to explore some of their connections and also to spread my vision (TLDR they are foils. To me.)

As we know, the Narrator is characterized by His fear of death, both by His own admission...

...and by the Shifting Mound:

Meanwhile, the Nightmare is defined by the fear she brings, which she acknowledges and seems to relish in:

I think it's noteworthy that the Nightmare wants to inflict this fear onto the world as a whole, unlike many other Princesses who are mainly just focused on you and/or her own personal freedom.

This focus on the world specifically positions her ideology in direct opposition to the Narrator's. The Nightmare wants a world of terror, while the Narrator wants a world void of terror. The Nightmare believes that experiencing fear and suffering is necessary to make the good times meaningful, while the Narrator thinks goodness is self-evident, with forgetting it all being core to the structure of His ideal world.

To accept the Nightmare's vision for the world and leave with her is described as overcoming a fear of the unknown by Shifty:

…and this makes sense - what bigger unknown is there than death? But the Narrator wouldn't see this as something to be celebrated.

To the Narrator, the unknown is always worse than the known. To Him, death is unknowable, uncontrollable, chaotic, horrifying. The cowardly thing to do is accept the unknown, while the heroic thing to do is to fight for something better. This "something better", in His eyes, being the Known: defined by its deterministic, eternally repeating pattern.

Getting back to the Nightmare herself, I think it's telling how much the Narrator HATES her, even more intensely than the average vessel. A great example of this happens just before leaving the cabin with the blade:

Like, this is big for the Narrator! In most routes He goes out of His way to distinguish slaying from killing, but here, His desire to "do things right" is overtaken by the need to see her DEAD.

Also, if you waste the opportunity by not taking the blade with you in the first place, He gets a stiff drink for himself lol

(afaik this is one of only 3 times that he gets a drink… not a common occurrence)

He also briefly seems afraid of Nightmare in her first appearance:

Tbh the screenshot doesn’t do justice to the uncertainty and fear in Jonny's delivery. It's noteworthy to me because the Princess takes on plenty of scary and immediately life-threatening forms throughout the game, but the Narrator usually reacts to the sight of those horrors with indifference or mild indignation, not terror. The Nightmare specifically inspires fear in Him.

And this all comes to a head when she removes her mask, bearing the contents of her heart for you to witness… and he completely gives up.

The sequence leading to the Moment of Clarity is one of the most abstract in the game, and there are plenty of abstract sequences in this game lol. While there are multiple ways to interpret it (and my own interpretation of it has changed many times over time), I do still want to talk about it here because it's so significant to both Nightmare and Narrator's characters.

In my mind, the key to interpreting it is in the inverted linework, which implies that we're seeing things from the Princess' perspective, reflected in the Narrator describing the Princess' experience.

Then, "the complete reality of your existence" refers to the complete reality of the Princess' existence: the capacity to change. And the Nightmare, in all her self-loathing, reveals the darkest, most horrific possibilities of that change. Change as something that hurts everything it touches. As something agonizing to experience and traumatizing to witness. As something that can tear you from the ones you love at any moment, as something that leaves you worse than where you started, as something the world would be better off without.

It all sounds a lot like how the Narrator sees change, doesn't it? "Your existence hurts them" in particular stands out to me as something the Narrator, or the cabin, would say to her directly; the sort of thing she's likely had repeated to her over and over and over throughout her isolation, until deep in her heart she begins to believe it.

The tragic irony of it is that so much of the Princess' suffering is specifically at the hands of the Narrator's construct, and yet she comes to view it as inherent to her own existence. He has convinced her of her own irredeemability. The worms have found their orifices.

(Sidenote but it's neat how the Narrator is occasionally associated with worms. Tower calls Him a "shrivelling little worm stretched beyond its limits", and P&tD's End of Everything poem describes how "the worm in your heart came for us"… which makes this visualization hit that much harder as a representation of the Princess' experience.)

All of this raw emotional vulnerability from the Nightmare seems to stand in total contrast to the Narrator, who withholds himself from you emotionally throughout the game, preventing you from meaningfully connecting with him.

But there's also something about how Nightmare sharing her heart parallels Smitten sharing his heart in the lead-up to HEA. Because HEA Smitten and the Narrator have many parallels of their own, don't they?

All three make some kind of painful sacrifice, revealing a deep vulnerability, in order to force their perspective onto those who experience it. The original Creator goes through death itself - his greatest fear - and inflicts an eternal torment onto his Echoes in order to create His better world, regardless of whether the people of His world would actually want that. The Smitten rips out his heart and calls it a sacrifice in order to give the Princess everything she "doesn't know she wants". The Nightmare takes off her mask, revealing the full weight of her suffering, in order to be let out (not only from the cabin but from her abandonment, from being misunderstood), even if doing so crushes you.

In describing the complete reality of her existence, The Narrator bears witness to everything He'd woven into her, and all the hatred He taught her to feel towards herself. He witnesses the darkest horrors of change, the agony He was so terrified of, and how she experiences all that same agony. And in His creation, the thing He hates and fears more than anything, He also sees a reflection of Himself.

Of course it breaks Him.

If the Nightmare embodies the fear of death, the Moment of Clarity embodies Death itself. If the Nightmare is possibility, MOC is inevitability. If the Nightmare is a dying star, MOC is a black hole.

Like how the Narrator and HEA Smitten become echoes of their original desire, MOC becomes an echo of Nightmare's desires. She is emaciated, her face an empty void. You can't speak to her anymore, can barely engage with her at all. She's more of a memory than a person, and so are you. She has molded you into the tool that she needs, like how the Echo molded TLQ & the Princess into their designated roles, how He also molded Himself into your guide. Time has eroded everything else, but still she remains, now singular in her purpose.

Where the Narrator and the people outside were once consumed by thoughts of oblivion, so too are the voices. They each attempt to grapple with the inevitable in their own ways. They challenge her, run from her, bargain with her, submit to her, romanticize her, philosophize over her, become numb to her.

But you cannot escape from death, from something that only gets closer, and closer, and closer, and closer.

There is no other ending here. There is nothing to do but accept her.

There's something about how TSM describes her as wise, in stark contrast to how she calls the Narrator deluded. I didn't really know what to make of that descriptor when it first got changed, but viewing MOC as death made it click for me, and now it's one of my favourite vessel descriptions.

Where the Narrator wants to change the inevitable, MOC accepts and embraces it. If all the vessels are a reflection of some aspect of the Shifting Mound, MOC reflects the divine wisdom Shifty holds towards death, as well as the inevitability of Shifty herself - the inevitable destination where every route ends, who gently takes the vessels as life leaves their eyes, who always asks for you not to mourn them. (She also reflects all the arms)

....So after all of this, what are we left with? What does all this say about the Narrator and Nightmare?

Well, they're both deeply tied to death and fear. They're diametrically opposed in their beliefs, yet in many ways, they're exactly the same. They're both victims of a cruel world, who then become cruel to others, while also becoming cruel to themselves. They bend you and the world to their will while turning themselves into echoes of what they were.

They're such incredible foils. They're everything to me

#og post #analysis #stp #slay the princess #tpc #the nightmare #the moment of clarity #the narrator #stp nightmare #stp moment of clarity #stp moc #stp narrator #stp analysis #long post #tw death discussion #ask to tag #(for the worms and all the death talk lol)#yeah i know i said i'd stay off of tumblr until i finished deltarune #but i've been chipping away at this post for months and finally got it to a point where i was satisfied with it #i couldn't wait to share it anymore #and really can you blame me??#i really hope this post conveys The Vision i have for narrator + nightmare #tbh since shifty & narry are foils and each vessel is a reflection of shifty you could make the argument that any vessel + narry are foils #but narrator + nightmare specifically... they've got so much going on #genuinely they give me brainworms (lowkey brainworms is a fitting duo name for them haha)#i would love to hear everyone's thoughts on them/this post in general

56 notes · View notes

selfindulgenceisthekey · 2 days ago

Note

What plot points are you going to hit in the story, what is the strawhats and sanjis personal end goal with our mc. And will there be any outside interference to the strawhats?

A/N: so! this takes place about 2-3 months after reader first wakes up back on the ship! stuff has happened between then and this which I have eluded to, so know that stuff is hinted at! but this ask made me very excited! so have this!

The town was loud, excitement evident through every nook and cranny. The sun was setting, but the towns-folks had lit lanterns to counter to the darkness, the scent of various cooking foods wafting through the air. You’d been on the ship when the others were fighting, locked away in your bedroom. For your safety, they had explained. You knew it was to lessen the chance of your escape.

But you’d gotten smarter within the last few months. You’d looked at the situation you all had landed in. A small island with one town, thick jungle surrounding the lived in area, rough waters surrounding the island as a whole. If you ran— where would you have gone? To the jungle to be eaten by wild animals, or to the sea to be drowned and lost forever?

So you stayed pliant, listening to the sound of yelling and fighting through the thick walls of the Sunny. It had taken a few hours, and then you heard the door unlock. Sanji had strolled in, loosening his tie and looking somewhat annoyed. He was a bit roughed up, but overall appeared unharmed. Not that you cared.

The crew had won the battle, and the tyrants who had ruined the lives of the towns-folks were gone. It reminded you far too much of how your meeting with them had gone, and were grateful for his continued blabbering being a distraction.

They were apparently throwing a party in celebration of their freedom, and to show their thanks to the Straw Hats. Which is how you found yourself outside, feet touching solid ground for the first time in months. You may have been walking arm in arm with Sanji, but you almost couldn’t care.

“Let me know if anything catches your eye, okay?” Sanji was practically glowing as you two walked, “I’ll get you whatever you desire, my love.”

Your truest desire was for them to leave you on this island and sail away and never return. You couldn’t voice this, however, so you just hummed with a nod.

There were stalls and booths, almost hastily sat up. Kids, small and skinny, were running around, smiles lighting up their faces. Their clothes were dirty and they played with an air of hesitation, but they appeared happy. The adults were similar, smiling almost tentatively at each other.

“They offered us all free stay in their finest inn until we set off,” He pulled you gently towards a stall, eyeing the flowers that were being set out for sale, “Most of the crew’s rather ecstatic at the prospect, so we’ll probably be staying for a few days.”

He handed the woman some berri, ignoring her protests for the payment, and turned to you, still beaming. He had bought a single xeranthemum, gently tucking it into your hair behind your ear. Once he deemed it secure, the two of you continued to walk.

“The town’s got walls on the outskirts, the locals say they’d built them decades ago because of the native animals here. Tigers the size of elephants, snakes with venom strong enough to boil a person’s blood.” He spoke so casually of the wild life that surrounded you, and you headed the warning. If you tried to run you’d more than likely face a painful end to the animals living near you all.

You said nothing, but your arm tightened around his, a shiver running up your spine. He definitely took note, if going by the sudden pep in his walk.

“Of course Luffy’s trying to convince Zoro and I to help him hunt some of these animals to cook for dinner,” He sighed dramatically, “Rubber bastard wants us to risk our lives for meat no one’s ever tasted. Though for him that makes sense I suppose.”

“I wouldn’t suggest your crew do that,” You both paused as a voice called out, turning to see a woman seated at a booth, watching the pair of you with her head resting on her hand, “There’s a reason no one’s ever tasted that meat. Those who hunt it have never returned.”

She appeared about twenty years older than you, but she was rather beautiful. Ethereal, almost. Her hair was a stark white, and her eyes were glassy, almost milky. You would have assumed she was blind, but she appeared to be staring right at you.

“Oh? Thank you for the warning, my dear,” Sanji responded, voice light and playful.

The woman just hummed, head tilting. “Would you two walk over to me?”

You took a small step back, not wanting to get closer to the mysterious woman. Sanji, however, ignored the tug on his arm, walking forward with confidence, you in tow. The woman’s smile grew as you two grew closer.

“My— what an interesting young couple you two make,” Up closer you smelled the strong scent of lavender, “You two haven’t known each other long, have you?”

“You can tell by just looking at us?” Your voice was quiet, and you asked despite yourself.

She laughed, light and airy and your grip tightened on Sanji’s arm. Bastard was probably enjoying your discomfort if it meant you retreated into him more.

“I may be blind, my dear, but I see more than everyone surrounding us. It’s a blessing and a curse.”

“You’re a devil fruit user,” Sanji spoke, clarity in his voice, and the woman laughed once more, nodding enthusiastically.

“The yogen-yogen fruit. When I was a teenager I ate the fruit and gained my ability, I used to be the booth to visit whenever we held festivals, it was a major attraction for tourists. This is the first time in years I’ve seen my people as happy as this.” You took note of the shine on her eyes, tears dancing in the lantern lights, “Which is why I’d like to offer you two a free reading.”

“A free reading? Like reading our palms?”

“No, my dear, much more than that. My powers give me the ability to show someone a glimpse into their future. Though I must warn you; what you may see is one of three options. You may see the future you fear the most, a future you dream for more than anything, or your actual future. I cannot differentiate which is it, and it’s short.”

She placed her hands forward, palms up.

“If I touch you both at the same time, I can show you a possible future for the two of you together. If you turn me down, however, I won’t be upset.”

Though she says that, her tone made you think she would be. You recall Robin explaining the fatigue she’s felt when she doesn’t use her abilities for an extended period of time, so you could assume this woman was probably feeling that.

Still… you didn’t know if you could stomach seeing a future. What would your worst future even be? Would you still be stuck on the ship, living in a deluded fantasy of theirs? Would you be cuffed to a bed once more, hidden away from the sun and the sky?

And would you handle seeing the future you wanted? Freedom and a life of your own? Only to have it ripped away once it never came true.

“I don’t see the harm in it!” Sanji was excited, that much was clear from his voice and the light in his eye.

“Sanji—”

“Splendid!”

Sanji turned to you, the smile still clear as day, but his look hardened slightly. You swallowed, lowering your gaze away from his. Of course, if he wanted the two of you to do this, then why would you argue?

Why would he listen?

So together, you placed your hands into hers. Sanji moved with more excitement, meanwhile your movements were shaky.

Her hands were cold, almost like touching ice. You wanted to jerk back from that alone. It was silent for a moment, and you began to wonder if the woman had been lying or exaggerating when—

“Do you think they’ll have Sanji’s eyebrows?”

Luffy was laying on his stomach, feet kicking behind him as he stared, eye level with your stomach. You snorted, covering your mouth with your palm.

“I told you to get out!” Sanji sent a kick his captain’s way, his heel connecting with Luffy’s head and sending him flying off the bed onto the floor, “Rubber bastard! Let her rest!”

“Aw, Sanji!” The captain popped up from the floor, rubbing his head with an exaggerated pout, “I wanna talk to the babies!”

“Well I’m sure they don’t want to hear your loud voice!” Sanji moved to stand above his captain, hands on his hips, “Go bug the mosshead or someone else!”

“You’re so mean, Sanji,” But Luffy complied, standing up and stomping out of the bedroom.

You could hear his flip-flops hitting the floorboards as he called out for Zoro, voice still childish and whiny as he did so. Sanji turned to you, running a hand through his hair.

“I swear, he’s more of our first child than our captain,” But his exasperation melted, gaze softening as he looked at you, “How are you feeling, my love?”

“Tired,” Your voice was quiet as you admitted this, fingers fidgeting in your lap, “Scared. I suppose.”

He nodded, taking a seat in front of you, taking your hands into his, “I understand. But you’re in good hands, Chopper’s already studying up on pregnancies and birth details.”

Your heart pulled in your chest, and you smiled, attempting to push out reassurance with your look. It was enough for him, and his gaze was dropping to your stomach now.

“I love you so much, my dear. You’re giving me a family,” He whispered the word as if it would disappear if he spoke too loud, tears building in his eye, “I’ve never been happier.”

It was you who ripped your hand away first, choking on a gasp as you stumbled back, ripping your arm away from Sanji’s.

That— that had to be your worst future, right? There was no way that was some dream you had. Or maybe it was Sanji’s dream? It had to be.

He was standing still, arm still outstretched, hand touching nothing. The woman had pulled her arms back, silent as she stood. Sanji blinked, turning to you slowly, teary eyed. Much like he had looked in—

No.

“That was—”

“It doesn’t— she said it wasn’t for sure a set future,” You spoke quickly, quietly. You were trembling, arms wrapping around yourself.

“She said that it could be, though,” His words were such a simple argument against yours, and yet they made your heart drop to your stomach.

You may see the future you fear the most, a future you dream for more than anything, or your actual future.

…or your actual future.

That couldn’t be your actual future. There was absolutely no way that—

“Oh my love!” Sanji’s arms were around your waist, hauling you up and twirling you around.

You found your head spinning, a mixture of your thoughts and the momentum. He put you back down, though didn’t move his arms from where they rested around your waist.

“Everyday with you makes me so happy,” He sounded choked up now, a watery smile on his lips, “Even in our future.”

“Possible future—”

He wasn’t listening, turning quickly, “Thank you, I—”

You peered around him to see why he’d cut off, only to see the woman was gone. The silence that stretched only lasted a few seconds before he was turning back to you, beaming now.

“You’re a dream,” He cupped your cheeks, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, soft and sweet, the faint taste of cigarettes and wine on his breath.

Taglist: @hannahbarberra162 @sagyunaro @twismare @nerium21 @the-maladaptive-daydreamers @glaciuswduo @thekatisspooky @kultofkorii @cr4zybeach @ceramic-raven @theweirdgirl606 @jjsmeowthie @dinnersyummy @jetblackw1ngs @mizzhellsingsstuff @naheku @onepieceofass @zoecelestine @1sosleepyy @rururgent @flow33didontsmoke @mizzhellsingsstuff @maria-chwan @honestlywtfisgoingon @qalable

#asks #answered #one piece #one piece x reader #if you thought it was real #straw hats x reader #strawhats x reader #op x reader #if you thought it was real asks #op

31 notes · View notes

kiyomitakada · 24 hours ago

Note

Hi this sounds really stupid sorry sorry in advance! I was wondering if you could explore the popular analysis of L=Light I see so strongly in the fandom.

I came out of the series not understanding what people saw that led them to believe L and Light are so so soooo similar. I get the surface-level parallels of both being intelligent and good at quick deductions. They definitely think alike (we see multiple times where they can catch what the other is saying without needing it verbalized), they also kinda share the whole 'motivated by boredom' aspect in the first half of the series(<- `I would say L moreso than Light, he is shown to be a bored adolescence in the beginning but he seems to clutch more to the preservation of his character after the initial few events, and then is caught up by the thrill of the game up until L dies. Boredom -> Morality -> Thrill) and perhaps the fact that they're both quick to anger (the fight in the headquarters -> but still L comes across as more level-headed, and the kick back appeared to be more of a requital than motivated by actual anger?) there is a really popular sentence in most meta and fics I've read that (paraphrased) says 'Light saw himself in L/ finally was able to connect to another" that confuses me.

HIIIIIIIIII this is such a fun ask oh my god thank you for the opportunity to talk about this. it does not sound stupid!!!! i think we (general) tend to take L and light parallelisms as granted and also exaggerate them a little because they're the two leads of death note who everyone knows about but the question of What Is Actually There is always a good one to ask!

i think this actually breaks down into two parts which are: 1. are they similar, 2. why are they motivated to think they are similar?

SO. first one first,

you have all the immediately obvious parallels down, they think super alike and they are bored as hell

tangent: i really really love this (short!) analysis on the type of boredom they share. light doesn't want entertainment the same way L does and L is as-far-as-we-know very satisfied in his position in the world before the start of the manga. but! they both like establishing superiority. they both like playing games. the thrill stage. i think L is as caught up in the game as light is — showing up in person just to throw light off despite the risk, inviting light to tennis, the other students talking about how they've spent two days hanging around only each other,

(granted this person clearly does not like them and is probably exaggerating)

near and mello in comparison are playing against each other instead of light, but near specifically tells aizawa that both of their motivation is to catch kira for L's sake. and of course L wants to catch kira too but he views it in a much more tunnel-vision sense. he literally talks to kira in his head

L solves a lot of cases! but this one in particular he has someone intellectually on his level and he has so much more fun that way.

ANYWAY. that's L's part of the thrill of the game you mentioned for light. onto the more fun similarities: this is my personal favorite. after ryuk tells light that he found 64 cameras in his room,

in japanese they even include special emphasis on the either. and light and ryuk haven't been talking about anyone else in their conversation before this.

that guy doesn't know where to stop (just like me).

i think this is the core of what makes them similar leaving intellectual mind games aside. it is the Ruthlessness. light will kill hundreds of thousands of people to prove that he is right, that he is justice (because he wants to be right). L will kill lind l tailor and put 64 cameras into a high school student's room and put misa amane in sensory deprivation torture for 50+ days, to prove that light is kira (because he wants light to be kira).

this isn't unique to the two of them by all means! misa sacrifices her friend and moves to tokyo and kills a bunch of news announcers and celebrities to find light! but light never acknowledges her as similar to him even when misa invokes it deliberately ["to defeat evil there must be sacrifices, right? that's what you've been doing"]. because. well. first of all the misogyny, and second of all because he's not playing against misa, misa is a wild card in what he conceives of as a battle solely between him and L.

and similarly mello says that he'll do whatever it takes to beat near, including killing half his organization to destabilize him and blowing himself up and so on. but light doesn't see any of this as a parallel and the narrative doesn't go out of its way to point it out the way it does for light and L:

(note: naomi says herself the reason she ended up telling light her entire theory is because he reminded her of L.) (this is probably because of the way light validates her [as L did in labb] and fills in the gaps in her logic [as L did in labb] but the point is that the narration has an Agenda)

okay so tied to the ruthlessness is the Justice thing. here is another (short!) meta which argues that L is the god of the old world vs. light as the god of the new world:

When L proclaims to be justice in his pissing contest with Kira, he doesn’t mean “justice is a concept that exists independent from humans and is clearly defined, I adhere to this concept”. He means the same thing Light does: “The definition of justice is man-made and I am the man making it.” The struggle between L and Kira is a power struggle - aside from being a criminal by legal definition, Kira is the first person to truly challenge L's status. It’s not a fight of right and wrong, it’s a fight over who gets to define 'right’.

after his morality crisis at the start light spends most of the first half convincing himself that he is Genuinely Right. so right in fact that he is justified to kill everyone else in his way because they're the evil ones for trying to stop kira, clearly. he kills naomi and raye without a care in the world!

L on the other hand is less readable because we don't spend as much time with him but i usually interpret him as knowing from the start that this isn't about justice at all. at the start he says things like "the good guys always win!" to motivate the task force but once they have a rapport, he acknowledges on multiple occasions that he's taking the morally worse route but it's worth it to him because he'll catch kira that way.

("i believe that your method is most correct" is insaaane coming from l lawliet)

the main difference between them is that L is perfectly aware that he's doing fucked up shit while first-arc light isn't. but second arc! after soichiro (moral center of death note) dies!

light: i think kira understands this—

and now we're back to the other iconic scene of a character staring out a window:

separated across an ocean and five years but there it is! they will do anything to get what they perceive as justice, even though they also know it's evil, including using their own selves/lives and everyone else's as tools for their ambitions.

…but it's also a game. and it's fun, isn't it?

aaaand yeah. i think that's probably the core of it. no other pair hits all of those points at the same time — notably near (as mentioned in that meta i linked before) rejects the entire traditional premise of justice. nobody can tell what is right or wrong, what is righteous or evil. even if there is a god… and i had his teachings before me, i would think it through… and decide if that was right or wrong myself. and this is also why near doesn't kill light, because near is genuine about believing it's not anyone's place to decide that, which is the exact thing that makes light think L is better than near (because L would have killed light 100%)

tangent: it is also very important to me that near beats c-kira by saying "you're nothing but a murderer." and then self-chastises "that wasn't very L-like" but it's what gets c-kira to stop.

why isn't it L-like — because L wouldn't look down at c-kira like that, because kira is L's opponent and they are equally matched and they are playing a game. but near sees the world with clearer eyes. c-kira isn't a rival. they're just another murderer.

okay so as to the second part of your question:

there is a really popular sentence in most meta and fics I've read that (paraphrased) says 'Light saw himself in L/ finally was able to connect to another" that confuses me.

sorry this bit is going to have fewer mangacaps because i can't recall the exact moments as well. BUT.

light is lonely. he spends class gazing out the window. he doesn't consider telling anyone about the death note, ever. he laughs and jokes with his friends and asks for new year's cards and then goes home and immediately sags against the door (and notices that there's something wrong with his doorknob). he doesn't tell anyone about how he kind of wants to kill everyone around him even pre-death note just because god, the world sucks so much. you get my point.

and then L comes along and is the first challenge light has basically ever had and. [gestures at above] the way he falls silent when naomi tells him he reminds her of L and then visibly pushes it aside to say, hey, why not join the task force? we just need your ID! that guy doesn't know where to stop, either (hey look it's pretty much canon that he sees himself in L even if he brushes the thought aside immediately). the way he brightens when L says he's doing well in the cafe:

the way he hesitates to kill L when rem can do it immediately and only smiles after misa sees his name and therefore light can decide when to kill him himself?

and all of this is still true whether or not you think light even likes L as a person! because he enjoys the challenge! which yeah we all knew that already BUT. the point is. he's lonely. L is the first person to provide a reprieve from his boredom. he has all the motivation in the world to want to see himself in L/connect to another, even in a world where they weren't alike at all.

and then L is just here like

thank you L

actually wait yes that's also a thing. the ego thing. they fucking HATE losing because it would damage their sense of pride! this is something that kiyomi also shares (which is why light also recognizes himself in kiyomi) but not any of the other main cast characters to the extent that they do — mello hates losing but it's because of his inferiority complex, it's different from L & light who are already on top of the world but feel threatened; near is overconfident but it's because near underestimates kira, not because of self-overestimation. light doing the entire yotsuba gambit because he's sure that he'll get the notebook back and win <--> L saying there's no way that yotsuba caught kira before he did. you understand

okay. okay. so. tl;dr

they are both seeking justice on their own terms while using methods that they know (L consciously, light subconsciously) are wrong but they think will lead to the Correct results for the world in time

rephrase: they are ruthless bastards

rephrase: they're childish and egotistical and they hate losing :)

as you mentioned: the intelligence, being able to see each other's thoughts, etc (this is also a thing for light and near; i can't remember the post but someone said "all death note geniuses share a brain" and i've never been able to unsee it)

but even in the case where all of that was untrue they'd probably still want to see themselves in each other anyway, light because he's lonely and L because this is the first fun case he has had in forever.

#we are the ones / who don't slow down at all / and there's nobody there / to catch us when we fall #<- should have just screenshotted that that's my entire point #light yagami #l lawliet #death note #asks #anon #okay im going to pin this for a second since i spent like three hours on it in a fugue state

22 notes · View notes

pankowcrumbs · 19 hours ago

Note

Hi can I request Will and reader. He wants her to meet his family and she’s worried his family won’t like her because she’s a little quirky with lots of tattoos and a few piercings or that they’ll think she’s a gold digger because she’s got a completely average non-industry job but when they meet, they like her so much. Maybe his ex was a fame chaser and just wanted to brag about being with him and she just likes him for him so they like how different she is for him ❤️

MasterList

Will Poulter Masterlist

When Will first asked me to meet his family, I smiled and said, “Sure.”

Out loud, it sounded confident. Chill, even. Like I wasn’t panicking inside.

But the second I left his flat and was walking home alone, all I could think was, I’m going to be the weird girl at Sunday roast.

Will was a talented actor, wildly fit, stupidly kind. And me? A bit of a chaotic creature with a septum piercing, 30 tattoos, a silver streak in my fringe, and a regular nine-to-five job at a publishing house that had nothing to do with the film industry. I loved my work, I loved my tiny rented flat, and I loved Will.

But I didn’t exactly scream “meet the parents” material.

What if they thought I was a phase?

What if they looked at me and saw a gold digger?

God, what if they’d liked his ex?

I bit the inside of my cheek until it almost bled.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Will asked that night, curled up on the sofa next to me as we watched some random food documentary he insisted I’d love (I did).

I blinked at him. “Talk about what?”

“About why you tensed up like you were bracing for a tsunami when I mentioned my family.”

I groaned and let my head drop to his shoulder. “I didn’t realise it was that obvious.”

“Only to someone who knows your ‘I’m spiralling internally but playing it cool’ face.”

“You know that face?”

He smiled. “It’s adorable. But also tragic.”

I sighed. “I’m just worried I’ll walk into their house and they’ll take one look at me and think, ‘What the hell is she doing with our Will?’”

His brow furrowed. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m covered in tattoos, babe. And I’m not an actress, or some glitzy model, or… I don’t know. I work in publishing. I read manuscripts and drink an unhealthy amount of tea. I’m not what people picture when they think of ‘A celebrity's girlfriend’.”

Will pulled me closer, hand tracing my arm over the black inked lines of the fern tattoo he loved. “That’s exactly why I love you. You’re not performing. You never have been.”

“I just don’t want them to think I’m with you for the wrong reasons.”

His voice dropped, serious now. “My ex was with me for the wrong reasons. All she wanted was the image. The invites. She’d post a story when we were out together and tag paparazzi-friendly places on purpose. It was exhausting.”

My chest clenched. “I didn’t know that.”

“I don’t really talk about it. But when I’m with you, it’s like… I can breathe.”

I blinked fast, because tears were creeping up and I refused to cry while wearing his hoodie and holding a half-eaten biscuit.

He kissed my forehead. “They’re going to love you. Just be yourself.”

I nodded slowly. “Alright. But if I see anyone in a pearl necklace whispering about me, I’m hiding in your car.”

“Fair.”

The day arrived faster than I liked.

Will’s family lived just outside London, a cosy, lived-in house with a garden that looked like something out of a home magazine. I wore a midi skirt and a soft jumper that covered most of my tattoos not because I was hiding, just… easing them in.

Will looked devastating in his usual cardigan and jeans ensemble, walking into the house with a grin and a bottle of wine.

“Mum!” he called out. “We’re here!”

His mum appeared from the kitchen almost immediately petite, kind-looking, with laugh lines around her eyes and flour on her jumper. “You must be Y/N,” she said, pulling me into a hug before I could panic.

She smelled like cinnamon and rosemary.

“I’m so glad you’re here come in, come in! And thank you for finally bringing her, Will.”

“Oi!” Will protested, following us into the warm kitchen. “You make it sound like I was hiding her.”

I laughed nervously, letting her usher me towards the table. “I wasn’t sure what to bring so I baked these,” I said, offering the tin of homemade chocolate biscuits.

Her eyes lit up. “She bakes too? You’re definitely keeping this one, Will.”

I felt my nerves melt just a little.

His dad arrived shortly after, all warm handshakes and dad jokes, and then came his sister with her two kids, who were immediately obsessed with my rings and tattoos.

“What’s that one mean?” the littlest girl asked, pointing to the tiny paper plane behind my ear.

“It’s for freedom,” I said with a smile. “And adventure.”

She nodded solemnly. “Cool. I want one.”

Her mum gave me a look and we both laughed.

Over roast lamb and potatoes, I expected at least one awkward silence, but it never came. His family asked questions real ones. About books I was reading. About how Will and I met. About my job, which they seemed genuinely interested in.

When Will’s dad asked what made me fall for his son, I smiled and said honestly, “He sees people. Not their resume, not their Instagram feed. Just… them.”

Will reached for my hand under the table and gave it a squeeze.

After dessert, his mum pulled me aside while everyone else was wrangling children and stacking dishes.

“I hope you know,” she said gently, “how happy he looks when he talks about you. He’s had… partners before, but I haven’t seen him peaceful like this.”

“I was so worried I wouldn’t fit in,” I admitted, cheeks warming.

“Oh darling,” she laughed, shaking her head. “We’ve had the type who want the red carpets and the magazine covers. But you? You’re real. And honestly, a breath of fresh air.”

I swallowed a lump in my throat. “Thank you. That really means a lot.”

She smiled and handed me a tin. “Take some roast home. It’s a family rule.”

Back in the car, Will glanced at me as we pulled out of the drive. “Well?”

I looked at him. “I think I might love your mum more than I love you.”

He grinned. “That’s fair.”

“Also, your niece wants to get tattooed. I may have accidentally inspired rebellion.”

“I’ll allow it. Did you feel okay, though? Like… welcome?”

I reached over and laced my fingers with his. “Better than okay. I felt like me. And that was enough.”

His expression softened. “You were never not enough. You’re the best thing to happen to me in years.”

I let out a shaky breath, finally allowing myself to believe it. “I think… this is the first time I’ve felt fully seen in a relationship.”

“Good,” he said quietly, lifting our joined hands to kiss mine. “Because I see you. And I like all of you the tattoos, the sarcasm, the obsession with cinnamon buns. Every bit.”

“You forgot my tendency to spiral.”

“Especially that,” he teased. “Gives me an excuse to wrap you in blankets.”

That night, curled up on the sofa again, I texted my sister:

His mum sent me home with roast potatoes and told me I was a breath of fresh air. I think I accidentally joined a cult.

Her response:

Marry him. Immediately.

#fanfiction #reader #x reader #one shot #requested #will poulter imagine #will poulter one shot #will poulter fanfic #will poulter x reader #will poulter #will #poulter

18 notes · View notes

xo8ball · 2 years ago

Text

had a dream i met mr Patrick Stump and he was my height and i almost said wow hes Short! but started fangirling and stopped to say Hey you're really cool :)) and he nodded happily. he was wearing a fedora and thick glasses and a Hawaiian shirt with Hawaiian short cargo pants. adorable. Then acclaimed band Fall Out Boy played while the world ended (it was an elaborate prank the world wasnt ending it was just a puppet) and a heavier version of Hold Me Like A Grudge got in my head and it was so good i cant even remember it.

#then Tiffany Blews because i luff that song #and woke up really happy the world didnt end and i was part of the prank #i was the mastermind behind it with some guys #really good shit everyone pissed their pants and i laughed #fob #fall out boy #← maybe relevant.#patrick stump #← thank you mr Stump for being in my dreams sometimes #like out of all the celebrities i know HE'S the one who appears the most #hes my dude

10 notes · View notes

norristeria · 1 month ago

Text

You're a Strange One ! LN04

SUMMARY 𝄡 Being Oscar's personal assistant is easy. However, you cannot help but think his coworker is the strangest man you've ever met.

PAIRING 𝄡 Lando Norris x Oscar's PA! FemReader

TAGS 𝄡 Fluff.

WORDCOUNT 𝄡 650.

NOTE 𝄡 This is just a little something I had in mind. This is more of a pairing exploration than a real one-shot. I don't know what to make of it, tbh. Do you think this couple has enough potential for a one-shot? <33

-> FIND THE SERIES INSPIRED BY THIS DRABBLE HERE.

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

You never imagined that you'd end up working as Oscar Piastri’s personal assistant after getting your degree in communications summa cum laude.

If your parents had nearly had a heart attack upon seeing their daughter “reduced to a servant” after paying for one of the country’s most prestigious universities, you, on the other hand, had learned to bless this twist of fate.

Because it was indeed fate you had to thank for the way your life had turned out. People underestimated its power far too often, but you had come to cherish it and to welcome it back whenever it decided to reappear.

Fate made its grand entrance in your life one night in 2023, after yet another rejection from talent agencies and management firms. Internships, professional experience, glowing references—none of it seemed to matter to the big corporations. What mattered were connections, and you had none.

That night, you'd had two glasses of red wine, perhaps more, your cheeks streaked with mascara and frustration.

Fate, ironically methodical despite its name, had chosen that precise moment to show up in the form of a job listing on a website whose name you no longer remember. What you did remember, however, was how your eyes widened as you read the salary and perks.

One cover letter, three interviews later, and suddenly your life was split between racetracks, England, and Monaco.

Every day, you thanked fate for putting Oscar Piastri in your path.

He was easy to work with: a coffee without sugar in the morning, a calendar of sporadic appointments to manage—mostly concentrated on race weekends—and very few public appearances outside those. In short, a normal guy, refreshingly different from the awful clients you'd heard horror stories about since entering the strange world of celebrity.

The only blemish—though not quite that, more a curiosity you hadn’t anticipated—was that working for Oscar Piastri meant regularly crossing paths with Lando Norris.

And you didn’t quite know what to make of him, except that he was oh so very strange.

The first time he saw you, he tripped.

You hadn’t even had time to shake his hand, and Oscar hadn’t yet introduced you.

Your eyes met, the Brit blushed furiously, then went sprawling to the ground. You stood frozen before exchanging a baffled look with Oscar, who merely sighed and hauled his friend back to his feet.

The following encounters were no better.

By the third one, you concluded that Lando Norris must have some kind of speech impediment—he couldn’t seem to string two words together around you. Not even to answer simple questions like “How are you?” or “Do you know where Oscar is?”.

Instead, he’d stammer something utterly unintelligible, then vanish, leaving you to wander alone through the endless corridors of the McLaren Technology Centre in search of Oscar.

And now… now he stared. All the time. Without saying a word. You had never felt more awkward in your life.

Even now, you couldn’t escape those green eyes, burning hotter than the Bahrain sun. The McLaren garage was buzzing as the race neared, yet Lando remained still in one corner, eyes locked on you.

Too busy fetching cold towels and water bottles to cool Oscar down, you had ignored him at first. But now that the Australian had his towels, his bottle, his headphones, and his phone, there was nothing left to keep you distracted.

You finally looked up. Your gaze met Lando’s just as he took a sip of water.

Startled, he choked, spraying water all over his engineer—who shouted something you couldn’t quite catch. Lando floundered through an apology, cheeks crimson.

Your eyes met again.

He smiled—sheepishly, like it hurt—and turned around.

Before walking straight into a wall.

You frowned, shook your head and turned your attention back to the race schedule.

Yes. Lando Norris was definitely the strangest man you had ever met.

2K notes · View notes

himasgod · 2 months ago

Note

idk if its okay

but can I request for the tapis rouge boyos (vil, azul, jamil, ace) with a reader who gets hit on by a well known celebrity who has a reputation for being a playboy.

thank youuu

ACE, JAMIL, AZUL AND VIL X READER

Where a famous playboy actor wants to flirt with you in Tapis Rouge

How would guys react if, at the Vil's Red Carpet Cadets event, a famous actor with dark intentions approached you to hit on you?

I put Zane as the default name, if there is a Zane reading this, don't be offended😭 You don't need to have played the event to read the one-shot, I hope you enjoy it <3

Maquillaville was packed with rich, famous people who—according to Ace—were annoyingly full of themselves. He wasn't really used to this kind of fancy event, but he played it off well with his cocky grin and bold style. In his own way, he looked great.

You were chatting with a few guests when someone Ace couldn't ignore walked in.

Model, actor, and even film director. He had that fake-perfect smile and a dating history that probably broke some kind of record. Tall, tanned, and smooth-talking, he zoned in on you like a predator the second he saw you.

"Sorry to interrupt," "Zane" said with a charming smirk, "but your smile is brighter than the lights in this place. How about I buy you a drink… or better yet, take you out to dinner tomorrow?"

Ace stopped chewing his fancy canapé. He turned his head slowly, like he'd just heard the funniest joke ever.

"A drink? Seriously? Bro, do you think you're in some rom-com?"

Zane blinked at him, confused. “And you are…?”

Ace slid in next to you, his hand on your hip, flashing his most smug smile, though his eyes were sharp.

"The boyfriend. The only one who can make them smile like that without copy-pasting lines from Google."

Zane chuckled. "Well, lucky you, man. No harm in a compliment—"

“Sure, sure,” Ace said, crossing his arms.

"But there's a difference between a compliment and drooling all over my partner. If you want attention that bad, try flirting with a mirror. Bet it'll respond better."

Zane rolled his eyes and walked off in annoyance.

Once he was out of sight, you turned to Ace, one eyebrow raised.

“Jealous?”

“Jealous?!” Ace spun toward you, visibly offended.

"That wasn't jealousy! That was common sense! The guy was talking like you were a character in some cheesy pickup scene! And you laughed at one of his jokes! Like—seriously!?"

You laughed.

“Oh, Ace…”

He clicked his tongue, but his grin gave him away. He leaned in, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Look, I don't care if you're the center of attention. Honestly, I love it. Let the whole world stare… just so they know exactly who you're with—"

His voice dropped to a murmur against your ear.

“—and who they’ll never be.”

Then he pulled back, smirking wider.

“And if that C-list actor tries flirting again, I swear I'm going to stuff his ego in a box and send it back with a bow.”

Jamil was at your side, impeccable. Although he tried to appear calm, he kept scanning every corner of the room… especially whoever looked at you for too long.

And then he saw it.

Internationally acclaimed actor and singer, known as much for his musical hits as for his romantic history. He was the kind of person who turned every interview into an opportunity to flirt and every gala into a hunt.

He approached you with that well-rehearsed smile of his, champagne glass in hand, his eyes shining with that invasive interest.

"I didn't know stars walked this red carpet," he said, scanning you from head to toe. "Do you have a date for after the event?"

Before you could answer, you felt Jamil's firm presence at your side. His smile was barely perceptible, and his dark eyes, fixed on him.

"I don't think you heard correctly," he said calmly. "They're with me."

Zane laughed sarcastically, never taking his eyes off you.

"Oh, I thought you were a stylish bodyguard. I didn't know you were the… boyfriend?"

Jamil took a step forward, placing himself completely between you and him, like a protective shadow.

"I'll tell you this only once. I don't know what kind of games you usually play with your 'conquests,' but if you want to keep your reputation from falling further, I suggest you back off now."

He raised an eyebrow, still defiant.

"And if I don't?"

Jamil smiled with disturbing slowness.

"Then I'll make you understand. And believe me, I know exactly how to do it without ruining your image… although I wouldn't mind that in the least."

There was a moment of tension. He, perhaps for the first time in a long time, felt insecure around someone. And he left.

You looked at Jamil, somewhat impressed.

"Are you always so calm when you're jealous?"

"Jealous?" Jamil sighed, taking your hand.

"I'm not jealous. I'm irritated. Because that guy dared to look at you like a trophy."

He turned to you, his expression softer.

"And you're not a trophy. You're someone I chose, and who chose me. I don't need to shout it… but I won't let anyone dare touch what I respect."

Every flashbulb seemed to follow you as you walked beside Vil, so perfect it outshone even the biggest stars. The whole world felt like a runway, and you, at his side, were part of the spectacle.

You were used to receiving stares, but this time you felt a particularly insistent one.

"Do you know him?"

Vil whispered near your ear, without taking his eyes off a certain famous actor who was approaching.

It was an international star known for his leading man roles… and for his many love scandals. Vil pursed his lips with the elegance of someone who knew perfectly well who this man was and how little he liked him.

"Only by sight…" you replied, a little uncomfortable as you noticed the actor coming straight toward you.

"Then don't stare at him so much." Vil murmured with a charming smile, but his eyes were sharp.

The actor arrived and, as if he had no idea who Vil was (which was impossible), offered you his hand.

"I didn't expect to see someone so charming tonight. Have we met? Because if not, I'd love to change that."

Vil took a subtle step, standing half in front of you. His face, still sporting a polite smile, was tense like a perfectly placed mask.

"Funny, I thought charm wasn't enough when it came to respect," he said, in that tone of his as polished as liquid poison.

"My partner doesn't usually fall for such cheap tricks, Mr. Zane."

The actor laughed, as if he didn't take the hint.

"A couple? What a shame… Although that's never been an obstacle in romantic movies," he joked, winking at you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but Vil was quicker. He took your hand and entwined it with his, raising his chin

"This isn't a movie. And if you think you can turn my relationship into just another chapter in your "red carpet romances," you're sorely mistaken."

The actor seemed amused by the reaction, but seeing Vil's sharp gaze with pride, jealousy, and elegance, he simply raised his hands.

"Well, well. I didn't know you were so committed, Schoenheit. Lucky for you. And for you too."

He winked at you with a mischievous smile before walking away.

The air seemed to have cooled a couple of degrees.

Vil turned to you, still frowning slightly.

"I warn you, that man is like cheap perfume: strong at first, but in the end, only an unpleasant aftertaste."

"Are you jealous?" You asked with a soft smile.

Vil stared at you, then sighed, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle in your attire.

"No. I'm forewarned. Because I value you. And I won't let someone like him touch you with even the hint of an intention."

He leaned in elegantly, his lips brushing the line of your jaw, just enough for you to feel it only for yourself.

"You're too precious to be trifled with. And if anyone tries… they'll have to face me."

The hair, his thin glasses, and that brown suit with subtle pinstripes gave him an air of sophistication that contrasted with his inner nerves whenever someone approached you.

You'd been walking through with him, just chatting, when a tall man with an easy smile and a foreign accent approached you.

"Are you the person everyone is whispering is stealing the event tonight? My name is Zane Duclair but you can call me Zane. Although I'd prefer it if you called me later."

He winked at you.

Azul blinked. He smiled, but his fingers trembled slightly as he gripped your hand.

"Zane Duclair… the actor with three public breakups and five harassment lawsuits… charming track record," he murmured.

Zane gave a carefree laugh, as if everything was slipping away.

"Oh, all in the past. Tonight I'm only interested in this beautiful person," he said, taking your hand without permission. "Would you do me the pleasure of dinner after the gala?"

Before you could respond, Azul placed a hand on your shoulder. His smile was still there, but his eyes were pure ice.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your attempt at 'conquest,' Zane, but my companion already has plans with me tonight. And they're non-negotiable."

Lucien raised an eyebrow.

"And who are you? Their manager?"

Azul let out a short, almost mocking laugh.

"No, I'm a bit more complicated than that. I'm the person who knows their every taste, every gesture, every look. And also the person who can't stand it when someone with a questionable reputation tries to fish in waters that don't belong to him."

Zane looked offended, but Azul stepped forward, still keeping his voice polite.

"And if you insist, I can present you with a complete list of legal clauses regarding harassment and non-consensual advances. I'm sure your lawyers will be able to read between the lines."

Zane left, visibly irritated, and Azul took your arm to lead you away, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I didn't expect someone like him to approach me like that."

Azul shook his head.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault there are men who confuse charisma with entitlement. But if he approaches you again… I won't need contracts."

He glanced at you, lowering his voice.

"You are valuable. I will not allow anyone to see you as something they can buy or conquer. Because you are already… firmly committed to me."

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #ace x reader #ace trappola #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #vil's red carpet cadets #tapis rouge

1K notes · View notes

cheapshrimpysheep · 5 months ago

Text

Unlucky Overtime

SUMMARY: The Spelldrive game against Royal Sword Academy was very close. But it was in overtime that the teams broke the tie and Night Raven College... lost. They were very upset by this loss and need your comfort even if they deny it.

CHARACTERS: Spelldrive Club 🧹 (Leona Kingscholar; Ruggie Bucchi; Epel Felmier)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Comfort; Kiss

WORD COUNT: An average of 780 words per character.

COMMENTS: Following the same premise as what I wrote for Basketball Club and Track and Field Club of "What if they lost?"

When I started writing about comforting them when they lose, I ended up finding it more interesting and cute than celebrating when they win. I think it's in the bad times that feelings are most intimate and honest.

When I wrote Epel's part, I was upset about something IRL and it ended up helping me writing him. 😂

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy 😉

OTHER CLUBS:

But… We Lost… - Basketball Club (Ace / Floyd / Jamil)

Romantic Experiment - Science Club (Trey / Rook)

For a Quarter of a Second - Track and Field Club (Deuce / Jack)

A Rainy Walk - Mountain Lover Club (Jade) / Gargoyle Studies Club (Malleus)

In the Backstage - Pop Music Club (Cater / Kalim / Lilia)

CONTEXT: If there are competitive players who love to win, they are the members of the NRC Spelldrive Club. Leona, Ruggie and Epel especially. They were playing with everything, especially because of the school they were playing against. The game against Royal Sword Academy was very close, as expected.

When the game ended they needed to break the tie and so the game went into overtime. But unfortunately, this did not give your school the victory.

Leona seemed upset about losing, as did the other players on his team. But even so, he was the calmest in comparison.

They congratulated the RSA students on their victory (or as close to it as possible, if we ignore the slight growls and murderous looks). They avoided unnecessary interactions until they could leave the field.

You know very well how Leona hates to lose, especially when he tries so hard. And so you knew you had to check on him and try to comfort him, even if he says he doesn't want you to.

You go to the locker rooms exit, but you don't see Leona coming out. Many of the players looked at you angrily when they passed by, but knowing how close you were to Leona, they didn't have the courage to even be rude to you directly.

When you see Ruggie, you ask him about Leona. He tells you that Leona left right after he came in, that he went in, grabbed his things and left. He didn't even change his clothes. This worries you and Ruggie.

“You should go check on him.” Ruggie tells you. “And even if he says he wants to be alone, don't listen, okay? He likes your company even if he doesn't like to admit it. I would also warn you not to pressure him, but you already know that.”

“And where do you think he went?” You ask.

“Where do you think he went? Come on, it's not like we don't know his favorite spots.”

You decided to try your luck at the Botanical Garden, and it looks like you were right, but you didn't realize it right away. You go to one of his favorite spots under a certain tree. You look around, but you don't see anyone, until you suddenly see a tail appearing hanging down beside you. You look up and see Leona lying on a thick branch above you.

“I don't need your comfort.” Leona says, without moving and without looking at you. “Go to your dorm. It's late.”

“You wanted me to see you.” You say. “Otherwise you wouldn't let your tail fall beside me.”

“Believe what you want, herbivore.”

His tail was still there by your side and you don't resist to touch it to mess with him. You reach your hand towards his tail, but at the last second it swings, lightly hits you in the face and returns to Leona's lap, away from you. He finally looks at you, but with an annoyed face and growls.

“I'm not in the mood to play. Go away before I bite you... Don't look at me like that.” He adjusts his head again and stops looking at you.

You sit down against the tree trunk. He growls again, but doesn't move. Just like with cats, you'll just stay there waiting for him to come to you. You use your phone or read a book while you wait.

A few minutes later it starts to get colder, you start to notice it and curl up a little. Suddenly something falls on top of your head, you uncover yourself and see that it is a long coat. Leona's captain's coat. You look up and see him in the same lazy position but without the coat and just with the black clothes and belts. You put it on and you start to warm up right away because it was still warm from him having been wearing it.

A few more minutes later and you are startled again by something that falls right in front of you. Or rather, that lands right in front of you.

“Don't you get tired?” Leona asks you, crouching down and looking you in the eyes. “Of being so stubborn?” He has that unbothered, but still slightly annoyed face.

You put down what you had in your hands and stretch your legs on the floor. He gives you a little throat growl. You smile, but he growls at you more, and suddenly he throws himself at you as if he's going to attack you. But he didn't. He stopped very close to your face.

“Yes. I'm angry that I lost.” He says in a low voice. “And that's why you shouldn't have come to me. I don't need pity or words of comfort.”

“Do you really think I pity you?” You ask. “I wasn't worried about you being angry. I was worried that you would fall back into that depressive state of feeling like life is unfair and it's not worth trying anymore.”

His green eyes remain fixed on yours and suddenly he kisses you eagerly. You already know him well enough to know what truly hides behind those roars and tough guy mask. His instinct was to reward you for it.

After he breaks the kiss he lays his head either on your chest or in your lap and hugs you. You are trapped now until he is willing to let you go.

Ruggie was so angry that Leona had to calm him down. All the NRC players congratulated the RSA players, but clearly only because it was what they had to do. The tension and animosity could be cut with a knife. After that, the NRC players go straight to the locker rooms. You feel like you should check on Ruggie.

You go to the exit of the locker rooms to wait for him. Some of the players who passed you on their way out gave you bad looks, but knowing how close you were to Ruggie, they did nothing more than just grumble into the air.

When Ruggie finally left he was still angry. When he saw you, his expression didn't change much other than being a little embarrassed.

“Hi, sorry, I don't have time.” He apologizes, clearly trying to avoid you, but smiling. “I want to put these clothes in the wash ASAP.” He walks around you and starts going away.

You follow him.

“I was thinking about trying those new donuts from Sam's shop with you.” You say.

You see his ears twitch with interest.

“Yeah... but you know, I'm not really hungry. And since they're new, those donuts are still expensive. I'm waiting for him to lower the price a little.”

“Don't worry, I already bought them for you.”

Ruggie stops! And looks at you in surprise.

“You did?! Why?”

“I wanted to give them to you after the game anyway. You know, for the good game.” You see him pouting. “I didn't buy them as a consolation gift. I did it before the game started. I was going to give them to you even if you had won.”

He seemed more satisfied with that explanation and you took out the box you had in your backpack.

“How come I don't smell it?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise, so I asked Sam if there was a way to hide the scent from you. He used a spell on the box.”

Ruggie asks you if he charged extra for the spell. You said he didn't. Before you open the box, Ruggie suggests that you go to a more chill place. After all, you were still near the locker rooms surrounded by players and spectators.

The Windmill is right behind the coliseum and not many people usually go there. In fact, there was no one else there. The two of you sat on the edge of the stream that surrounded the Windmill. The sound of running water could calm both of you.

You open the box, take out one of the donuts and hold it up to his mouth. He blushes a little, but accepts your offer and takes a bite. You loosen your grip and he takes the donut out of your hand with his mouth.

While he was eating he looked at the water and despite the calming sound his anger returned because of the thoughts that also returned to that game. You could hear him mumbling softly, and see his ears back and his teeth showing.

He finishes eating the donut and stands up abruptly, starting to release his frustration with swearing and cursing to the air, kicking the ground and even pulling up grass. You remain sitting on the floor eating your donut.

As soon as he finishes his emotional outburst, which he always did with his back to you, he finally turns around, dropping his arms and sighing. He kneels down next to you, looks at you with a pout, picks up the box of donuts and takes it from your lap. For a second you think he's going to steal all the donuts for himself, but he sets the box aside and lays his head in your lap as if he's laying it on the pillow after a tantrum. You even hear a dog-like whining. If you pet his head, you might see his tail wagging a little.

The two of you continued eating the donuts as you pet his head and ears to comfort him. When the donuts are gone and the box is empty, he gets up, sitting on the grass next to you. Ruggie looks at you, still a little sad, but calmer and with an affectionate sparkle in his eyes.

He doesn't say anything, he just throws himself into a kiss as a thank you.

EPEL WAS PISSED!!! Leona and Ruggie had to calm him down. Even RSA players were scared to see someone like Epel like that. Like other NRC players he avoided unnecessary interactions with players from the opposing and winning team.

As soon as they were able to retreat to the locker rooms Epel was one of the quickest to leave the field. You knew you should check on him.

You go to the exit of the locker rooms to wait for him. You see the other NRC players walk past you, angry about losing and when you finally see Epel coming out of the locker room, the expression on his face is the same if not worse than that of his other teammates, even the vein in his forehead was bulging.

But that changes completely the moment he sees you. His shoulders, and consequently his posture, relaxed and he smiled slightly at you, knowing he couldn't fool you with a big smile. He had a bandage on his nose because of the injury he suffered when he blocked a shot with his face during the game.

You walk over to him and carefully place your hands on his face, showing your concern for his injury. He blushes!

“D-Don't worry. I'm fine, I promise... Gah, wait! Vil’s gonna kill me when he sees me like this!” He suddenly worries.

You say that Vil doesn't need to see him so soon and suggest that the two of you go for a walk so he can clear his head a bit. He sighs and accepts your offer, you are usually right at these times.

“I really need to go for a walk. Or a run. Dagnabbit, I don't even know if walking around the entire campus is enough. If we could leave the camps whenever we wanted and I had a Blastcycle, or... OH! What if you come with me for a broom ride?”

“But you just finished a game of Spelldrive.” You say “Are you sure getting back on a broomstick will be good for you?”

“Don't worry, I can separate a game from a ride. Trust me, it will be good to feel the fresh wind on my face.” He gives you a reassuring smile.

He goes to get his broom and you climb on it behind him, holding on to his torso. The beginning of the ride is pleasant, but eventually he starts to speed up until he reaches a point where you squeeze him and ask him to slow down.

“AH! Sorry, sorry, sorry! My mind went back to that game and I got angry again. I must have started speeding up by accident because of that. Sorry... I think we should stop somewhere for a break.”

He lands on the roof of Ramshackle Dorm.

“Sorry again if I worried you.” He tells you after you both get off the broom. But the ride actually helped me a bit.” Suddenly he grimaces in pain and puts his fingers to the bandage on his nose, it seems his bad mood was returning.

You cup his face and kiss his nose lightly. He blushes a lot again and look away from you.

“I wanted you to see us win.” He admits. “I was so excited to know you were watching. I really wanted to make you proud.”

You tell him that you're proud of him, just as Ruggie and Leona probably are too. Who wouldn't be? He always works so hard to improve. And he's still just a freshman, there will be more opportunities to win, he's just starting out. And for a start, you're sure he played better than a lot of freshmen. You finish by saying that he should rest, especially with an injury like that, and you even offer to take care of it for him if he needs.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N).” He smiles sweetly at you. “I promise I'll give you a win next time.”

If you say that you would prefer him to be more careful, his smile and gaze will become even more affectionate.

“I'll try. Although... hum, nothing.”

You say that now you want to know and he blushes slightly.

“I... I was just thinking that... it must be nice to be taken care of by you. I wouldn't mind getting a shot in the face again for that. Ha ha ha.”

If you hug him, he will freeze for a second, but then he will hug you back and you will feel a loving squeeze, as he whispers a thank you. If you let him, he will kiss your cheek after the hug. And if you want, he will continue with another type of kiss.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

#Twisted Wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst fluff #Twisted Wonderland Fluff #Leona Kingscholar #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #Ruggie Bucchi #Ruggie Bucchi x Reader #Epel Felmier #Epel Felmier x Reader

1K notes · View notes

somnoir · 6 months ago

Text

Gotham's newest Crime Lord - Part 1

Prompt: Dan kills the joker and unintentionally becomes a crime lord

Dan didn't mean to become a Crime Lord. It wasn't his fault that the Joker was fragile and easily killable with one punch to the head. He didn't know that the seemingly immortal clown was easily killed once the impact practically snapped his neck. So yes, Dan didn't mean for this shit to happen. Not when all he wanted to do was go to college, make sure Danny and Elle weren't attracting trouble back in Gotham academy.

It wasn't his fault that the crazy bastard thought it was a good idea to nab his siblings and try to use them for ransom. It's not his fault that his first instinct was to introduce his first to that pennywise knock-off. It'd not his fault that this city was haunted by vengeful ghosts that wanted to tear that motherfucker to shreds.

They were supposed to lay low after the mess with their parents and their name changes.

But nooooo!

They had to have an absolute hatred for clowns and now he's somehow made himself a crime lord. Why the fuck were the Joker's goons so fucking stupid?! They either tried to kill Dan for killing their boss or they tried to fall under him and make him their new leader. It was like a fucking cult in his eyes. Seriously, what the absolute fuck was going on with this shitty city?

It's not like he could call Jazz and say "Hi sis! I killed a crazy clown and I'm now the boss of his weird goons. I also might end up on the local vigilante's hitlist."

Yeah, no. He's not doing that.

But this might not be so bad... Not really. Being their boss could be treated as a source of income if he utilized the Joker's shit properly. I mean, he couldn't always rely on the fruitloops money, not when Vlad could turn traitor and use the money against them. He needed to find a way to support his siblings, one way or another.

And Clockwork did say to get a hobby. If not mass genocide then he could resort to carefully planned crime. Yes. This could work. He'll make it fucking work for the sake of his siblings.

Besides, if he was a crime lord—in motherfucking Gotham—he doubts that the GIW will even try to fuck around in a city where a ghost controlled some part of the criminal underworld.

Oh... Oh, he was gonna fucking do this.

(Clockwork watched as his most troublesome child shifts from world ender to crime lord. At least it was an upgrade from mass genocide.)

Nightwing didn't particularly know what to make of this mess. There were rumors of a new crime lord, of a new rogue.

One day, Joker's body was dropped into the harbor and found by the workers, all confused and scared as to why the Clown Prince of crime was dead in the water. It was humiliating in the Joker's standards, to be discarded like trash into the sea rather than have his body displayed for everyone to gawk at. The clown would have adored being glorified but whoever the hell killed him knew this and fucked the guy up bad.

His head snapped and his corpse tossed out like leftovers.

Jason had laughed, outright celebrated and Crime Alley was as festive as it ever was with the Red Hood blasting music through the streets and partying like there was no tomorrow. All of Gotham was celebrating, parading through the streets with pinatas that looked like the Joker. Harley would drop down from whatever roof she was on and swing her bat at the pinata, spilling red candy as everyone cheered and laughed. It was morbidly glorious.

But the festivities didn't erase the fact that someone had killed the Joker and knew what to do to disrespect him in the worst ways possible. It wasn't long until Joker's old lackeys were rallying to someone—a new boss. It wasn't odd for goons without bosses to move on to find different jobs, but for all of Joker's old minions to work for the same person? This was definitely the guy who killed the Joker.

No name, no appearance, nothing. Just quiet activity with organising his new goons to do strange errands. Stuff that didn't point them in the direction of criminal activity.

"You got anything?" Dick murmurs as Tim slouches over the batcomputer, watching as his younger brother sneered at the screen.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." He snaps, "All footage of this new rogue is immediately corrupted."

Babs hums, "And it's not like it's altered after it's been taken. The distortion happens live. They either have some tech on them or they're a meta who can avoid cameras." She adds, taking a leisure sip of the tea Alfred kindly offered them. "Whoever this is doesn't leave a trace aside from this shitty footage."

Tim groans, "I officially hate this guy!" He almost tosses his mug out of anger, shaking his head.

"Does Jason have any info on this one?"

And like the fucking menace he was, Jason pops up without another word. "He goes by Wraith." No one was startled, just sparing him a glance before nodding.

"That's it?"

"The goonions adore him." Jason shrugs, "Guy's been quick. Dealing with shit like Black Mask and other trafficking operations. Some of the kids he's saved wear clothes that have this specific symbol on them. It's a good tactic mind you. Tells people to fuck off and don't come anywhere near the kid or else he'll sic whatever bullshit he has in someone."

Dick narrowed his eyes, "Is it effective?"

"Hell yeah! One of the kids got kidnapped just last week. I went to save the poor thing but he walked out of that warehouse while the kidnappers were bleeding and sobbing." Jason once again grins, "Little Tommy threatened me if I try to arrest Wraith."

"So more anti-heri than villain. Good enough, at least." Dick sighed, shaking his head as he narrowed his eyes on the screen. More distorted footage.

"Thanks for the info, little wing."

"Just updatin' you guys. Heard some rumors that Harley's on the hunt for Wraith to thank him."

Great...

It's been a solid two months since the death of the Joker. Batman and the rest of his birds were increasingly wary of the Wraith and his two new associates that went by Phantom and Specter. No footage on the three could ever be recovered, making them all assume this was the work of a meta.

Most of them weren't sure if this guy was a threat or not. Red Hood, on the other hand, had a fairly positive opinion on the guy who's been hanging traffickers by their legs and immediately staking their claim on the kid to keep them safe.

The new crime lord was slowly dismantling the criminal underworld and building it back up to their design.

"FUCKING HELL!" Dick glared at the screen again, "That's Wraith's doing, isn't it? No way did the Riddler blow up that building."

"Wraith's only been dealing with traffickers so far. Why would he do this?" Steph murmurs, staring at the recording of a building that had suddenly went off. Numerous were dead, some barely survived.

"That's the motherfucker's symbol." Dick pointed to the glowing green symbol that looked liked a fire with some obscure letter they couldn't really make out. (Was it a D or a P?)

"Okay... Why would Wraith blow up a building and kill everyone?" Jason immediately asked, seeming to be defensive of the man. "He doesn't just kill people, Dick."

"Even so..." Bruce grunts, clearly displeased with the bloodshed. All that death...

"We're going after him." Bruce announced, "I'm not putting of the Wraith investigation anymore."

Dan stared at the pictures of the bodies, pudding out smoke without a cigarette in sight. His new minions—they preferred the term goons—were clearly apprehensive and continued to observe their new boss's expressions. This explosion had been his first act of pure and utter violence, a massacre of sorts.

He glances at Danny who melted out of the shadows, startling his goons.

"Can't say I'm not upset but I get why you did that shit." He begrudgingly admits, sitting across Dan. Phantom was a reluctant associate to his new organization of crime—ish.

"They weren't just trafficking kids, squirt. Pimping them, killing them and selling their organs, hosting matches and making meta kids fight to the fucking death." Dan clicked his tongue, "No redemption in that, Phantom."

"I get it, alright!" Danny snapped, "But the you've gotten the direct attention of the Bats now. They're gonna come for us, Wraith."

"Boss?" One of the goons—Dan remembers him as Jeremy Nelson. One guy just trying to support himself and his kid, trying to keep his sweet little daughter in school with as much money as he could get. Dan remembers giving the man a raise and a jacket with their family's symbol stitched into it—one for little Marigold.

"I'll deal with it. For now, you guys spread the word on that shit. I don't want anyone thinking I killed a bunch of kids." Dan growled, "My reputation can burn for all care, but like hell am I letting people think I hurt kids."

With Jeremy leading the other goons, he nodded and hurried out of the office to spread a word. The former Joker goons had taken a liking to their new boss, preferring his ways rather than their dead one.

"Jazz won't like this, y'know." Danny sighs, "I'm not gonna tell her. Never. But she'll find out, one way or another."

Dan frowns, "You think I don't know? It's Jazz, Danny."

"Yeah, yeah. I just didn't expect you to be like this. Crime Lord and everything."

Dan snorts, "I was the world ender, brat. This is mild compared to what I've done."

"Yeah, sure."

He shook his head, "You've got your own problems, brat. The Observants are still fussin' about you being king, your majesty."

An identical scowl looks back at Dan, and he's reminded that this kid is him. An alternate version of himself and yet they were brothers now. "I know. You killing the Joker fucked some stuff up. Apparently, the motherfucker was cursed to hell."

"Meaning?"

"He's got a lifetime of people in his shadow. Vengefu souls that want him dead." Danny huffs, "Had to deal with the paperwork cause everyone's wantin' a taste of him. I'm workin' on letting Walker release him so his victims can execute his soul."

"Cruel, little king."

"I'll give you his file. Bastard deserves to have his soul destroyed." Danny viciously grins. And once again, best reminded that this twerp is him. They were one and the same, different as well.

"Alright, alright. Fuck off now. We've still got some bats and birds to deal with." Dan immediately showed him away, noting Danny's eye roll.

"Better prepare a birdcage then."

Part 2 | Masterlist

2K notes · View notes

allpiesforourown · 10 months ago

Text

Superstar Luo Binghe au. All the directors beg him to be in their movies because his fame will immediately assure success for anything they make. He’s handsome, charming, dedicated, and most of all, extremely talented. He even does his own stunts!! Women love him, and men who say they hate him will still watch his movies so they can figure out how to be more like him.

The only weird thing about Binghe as an actor is that he refuses to star in romantic films. He won’t kiss anyone, won’t pretend to date someone on screen, won’t even let another actor take over his role for the scenes he doesn’t want to do. His reason? He’s completely loyal to his husband.

Everyone thinks it’s stupid, obviously. You aren’t “cheating” by pretending to love someone else, it’s literally your job! Luo Binghe still refuses and says even he’s not good enough an actor to make anyone believe he could ever love someone other than Yuan-ge.

His fans hate this mysterious Yuan-ge. Because of his (probably insecure and jealous) spouse, all of Binghe’s fangirls cant see him sweep some y/n character off their feet. It’s even worse because they don’t know anything about this guy. Whenever someone asks to see or learn about Binghe’s husband, the star says he’ll never reveal Yuan-ge to the public, because he’s too beautiful and he doesn’t want everyone falling in love with him.

People kind of run with the idea that obviously this guy must be a total weirdo who Binghe is embarrassed to be seen with. That has to be the explanation, because no matter how perfect someone is, how can they have such a chokehold on THE LUO BINGHE??

Then, one day, years after Luo Binghe’s initial rise to fame…. He goes on a talkshow. With his husband Shen Yuan.

Obviously EVERYONE tunes in. No one uses TVs anymore bc of the internet, but just for this show, viewer ratings are the highest theyve ever been. Everyone wants to know what the fuss is all about with this guy to have Luo Binghe so down horrible.

And Shen Yuan isn’t a weirdo. He’s also not some pretty yesman. He makes jokes that make the audience burst into laughter. He’s opinionated, which is really refreshing when every other celebrity stays neutral on every topic to avoid losing fans. He’s polite, but he’s not a pushover. He’s likeable, but he’s not a try-hard about it. Referencing memes makes him an instant hit with the younger generations, and the calm gentle way he talks makes him a hit with the older ones. All of a sudden everyone is going, okay we see why Luo Binghe is obsessed with him.

Except… while shen yuan was making jokes and charming everyone, Luo Binghe was at his side, pathetically pawing at his husband for attention. The actor keeps whining every two minutes to be reassured yuan-ge still likes him. Whenever Shen Yuan compliments the host, Binghe looks like he’s about to cry. Whenever Luo Binghe jealously wraps his arms around shen Yuan everyone watching just rolls their eyes. Seeing them together people realize… shen yuan is the one that’s out of Luo Binghe’s league.

In just one hour public opinion goes from ‘no one can be worth binghe acting like that for’ to ‘luo binghe is so annoying, let shen yuan talk!!’

The next day someone finds shen yuan’s twitter and it blows up. He has his own fan pages now. There’s no pictures of him online other than the footage from the talkshow, so the fan accounts just post that over and over again. Shen yuan retweets a post about him with the caption “i never realized she was holding a plate of corn in this scene” and everyone loses their mind. Everything he says immediately goes viral bc that’s luo binghe’s attic wife.

People start nagging Binghe to post about Shen Yuan bc theyre so attached after his one and only publicized appearance. Binghe is super possessive, but yuan-ge tells him not to worry, so he relents and posts pictures of him and shen yuan on vacation. They’re together, holding hands… but shen yuan’s face and body are blurred out. It’s HORRIFYING. He looks like an eldritch monster bc luo binghe refuses to let anyone look at his yuan-ge in a swim suit, go away you perverts!! His instragram is now just full of pics of shen yuan where his eyes are blacked out so noone else can see how pretty they are. It’s nightmare fuel

Shen Yuan is unfortunately too unbothered to post pictures of himself. Everyone’s tired of Luo Binghe for “hogging shen yuan all to himself” when Shen Yuan is practically an internet celebrity now.

People go to watch movies and their theatre conversations sound like this:

“Oh, Luo Binghe’s in this one!”

“Who?”

“You know Shen Yuan’s annoying husband?”

“OH THAT GUY..”

#does this count as a ficlet #svsss #shen yuan #bingqiu #allpiesforourown #modern au #long post

2K notes · View notes

starcurtain · 9 months ago

Text

I know everyone sees Itto as Genshin's comedic relief, but I'm telling you all, Alhaitham is actually the funniest character in Genshin Impact.

According to the fandom, he's hot, he's famous, he's the one in charge of the house...

But according to the people of Sumeru? Dude became grand sage and not a single NPC around the city had a thing to say about that. Sachin's son got his ass beat and he didn't even know who Alhaitham was; it was just "some guy in green." People on the streets are said to not even notice Alhaitham, let alone be able to identify him by appearance. The only time we ever hear NPCs directly commenting on Alhaitham, it's Siraj's collective who hate Alhaitham's guts. Dori refuses to work with him. Random Eremites call him a lunatic within two minutes of meeting him.

Alhaitham's reputation in Sumeru is "Who? Ah, that guy? I heard he's weird," and then everyone moves on.

Meanwhile, Kaveh is literally famous enough to have an epithet ("the Light of Kshahrewar"), is the lead architect on entire city redesigns, and was trusted before Alhaitham's take over to do work on the Akademiya itself. He built the most famous landmark in the rainforest outside of the Divine Tree. He's well-known enough that people bank on his reputation to start scams; people send their children to take courses with him in the belief that it will bless them with successful future careers. He's known for philanthropic endeavors to help the poor and disadvantaged. He won the Interdarshan Championship. This is the Sumeru equivalent of winning an Olympic gold medal!!

Kaveh is the Taylor Swift to Alhaitham's Travis Kelce. They might have independent success, but in every measurement of public sentiment, Kaveh vastly outshines Alhaitham, and the fandom should really take a step back and think about how hilarious this makes everything about their situation in canon.

For the few in Sumeru who are actually paying attention, sure, Alhaitham is the (former) acting grand sage who makes a pretty penny and owns the house Kaveh lives in. For the average majority of Sumeru's citizens who are way more likely to know Kaveh? Alhaitham is literally just "that guy who is shacked up with the Light of Kshahrewar."

Kaveh's efforts to keep where he lives a secret just makes him come across like one of those reclusive types of artists who value their privacy. Half the public in Sumeru probably think he just prefers to keep himself and his lover out of the limelight. Kaveh was so busy pretending not to be poor, he forgot that every ounce of pretending he does just helps him keep his own celebrity status. The harder he attempts to act secretive about where he lives and with whom, the more it comes across as "Please respect this famous person's privacy and stop asking about the details of his relationship."

And Alhaitham, for whom being "that guy who is shacked up with the Light of Kshahrewar" is THE life goal? Everything is going according to keikaku. Kaveh has convinced the entirety of Sumeru that he and Alhaitham are in a relationship, all without Alhaitham having to lift a finger. The more determined Alhaitham gets to fly under the radar, the more it looks like he's Kaveh's kept man. If you aren't living with him because you're broke, then why are you living with him, Kaveh? There's simply no way for Alhaitham to lose.

It's just... so funny.

#genshin impact #alhaitham #kaveh #haikaveh #kavetham #taking a tiny break from Star Rail #to return to my haikaveh roots #but don't worry #I will be back to our regularly scheduled Aventurine posting soon #I still have 948574569 messages in my inbox to get to #sorrryyyy

3K notes · View notes

fastandcarlos · 8 months ago

Text

"Uncle Charles?" : ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc

summary: for the first time charles feels as if he's part of your family, all thanks to your car obsessed niece

Your hand waved into the air as you noticed Charles appear in your parents’ garden, dressed still in bright red Ferrari after finishing for the day. There were children running around everywhere as you celebrated your niece’s birthday, with Charles appearing at the end of the day.

Despite you assuring Charles that he didn’t need to worry about attending, he was adamant he was going to make the time. When he appeared, your family were more than surprised, knowing just how busy Charles had been as the start of the new season loomed.

As Charles made his way over to you though, he was intercepted by a voice calling out his name, a figure running across and leaping up into his arms. Charles stumbled back as your niece leapt up and gave him a hug, her arms going tightly around his neck as Charles held onto her waist, carrying her over to where you sat.

“Happy birthday cherie,” Charles grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You look like you’re having a good time,” he added, taking a look around the garden.

“I was waiting for you to arrive,” she excitedly told him.

As Charles sat down beside you, he placed your niece back onto the ground, but she refused to let him go. With her still holding on, he leant across and pressed a kiss to your cheek to try and greet you, but your niece was having none of it.

“Did training go well?” You asked, unable to hold back your laughter as your niece invited herself to sit up in Charles’ lap, ignoring her friends who were calling for her to play with them.

The bond that Charles had with your niece had always been close ever since they first met. He was beyond amazing with her, which your sister was particularly a big fan of, finding herself getting giddy whenever Charles was around, never quite being able to leave him alone for too long.

“Yeah, for once, it actually went pretty well,” Charles smiled, his voice filled with relief after what could only be described as a tricky build into the preseason preparations.

As he sat with your family though, he was reminded about what was important. As much as he wanted the car to do well, what mattered the most was the people around him, particularly the little one in his lap who was over the moon to be able to spend her birthday with him.

“I’m happy that you managed to make it here though,” you told him, keeping your eyes on your niece, “and I think I know someone else who is pretty happy to have you here too.”

If he was honest, Charles wouldn’t have missed it for the world, although your niece wasn’t on his side of the family, he still absolutely adored her. He wasn’t blind to how close they were too, knowing that she was counting on him to show up for her.

“What’s been the highlight of your day princess?” Charles asked as your niece shifted to look up at him, her hands cupping against his cheeks. “There’s got to be one present that you can’t wait to show me later on tonight.”

Her head nodded, turning round to face Charles properly again. “My favourite present is your present that you bought me,” she proudly told him, recalling the Ferrari car that you’d bought her, well, a child sized one at least.

Charles’ smile turned up as she spoke, “I had a feeling that you’d like it. Maybe I can try and get some Ferrari clothes for you so that you can look the part too.”

Your niece nodded instantly, “I want to be just like Uncle Charles, that would be awesome.”

Your eyes flickered across to Charles, making sure that he was listening to. A gasp came from him, his eyes lighting up as he took a moment to make sure that he wasn’t just dreaming what he had heard.

“Want to be like who?” Charles asked her, wanting to hear it one more time to make sure that he was correct. “Who is it that you want to be the same as?”

“Uncle Charles,” she giggled, “I want to be able to drive really fast when I’m older and drive all of the cool cars.”

“Uncle Charles,” Charles whispered to himself, “well, that’s pretty cool.”

You reached across and pressed your hand against Charles’ shoulder to try and keep him together, sensing that he was feeling slightly overwhelmed. Your niece was unaware of what she had done, but hearing her finally call him uncle meant more to Charles then he could ever express.

“I’m going to go and ask mummy if I can play with the car soon,” your niece told you both, climbing out of Charles’ lap. “I want you to show me how to do it before you go home so I can be as fast as you.”

Charles helped her down before shifting his body to look around at you, letting go of a chuckle of disbelief. You smiled widely across at him, nudging against Charles’ arm gently.

“You must be pretty important for her to call you uncle,” you told him, brushing your hand through his hair. “She absolutely adores you Charles, apparently you’ve got your own mini me in the future already too.”

“She’s a good kid,” Charles hummed, still slightly in disbelief. “I’m trying to be chill about this, but inside my heart is absolutely racing right now.”

You could tell from the look in his eyes that it meant the world to Charles, your family were all special to him, but the children in your family were a little more. He loved being around them, entertaining them and making them smile, which he seemed to do perfectly.

“It sounds like I’ve got to find a pretty good present for next year too,” he chuckled, “do you think your sister might hate me for buying her a Ferrari?”

“I dread to think the state her house will be in soon,” you sniggered.

As guilty as Charles wanted to feel, seeing how excited your niece was about her gift made it all worth it for him. “I might have to go and apologise otherwise she’ll never speak to me again.”

“Well, you’ve definitely won the competition for best present this year,” you joked, slipping your hand into his. “She won’t be mad at you for too long anyway, she adores you, my whole family do to be honest.”

“They’re awesome,” Charles encouraged, “I’ve never known a group of people to make me feel so welcome in my life, I feel like I’ve always been here with you guys.”

“Now you’ve got no choice but to be stuck with us too.”

“I’m not complaining,” Charles noted, pulling you up from where you sat, twirling you around and letting you fall into his lap. Charles’ arms wrapped around your frame, allowing you to replace your niece in his hold.

“Seems you’ve got a future as a driver coach too.”

Charles’ head shook, unable to hide his excitement, knowing that over the next few days whilst he was home he’d be out playing with your niece, showing her the ropes of the new car that he’d bought her.

“How does it feel to officially be an uncle?” You grinned, pressing a kiss against Charles’ cheek.

“It feels pretty special indeed.”

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

2K notes · View notes

ohhowjooniewept · 1 month ago

Text

ex childhood best friend jungkook x y/n

angst, fluff, smut

living in a small town, secluded from the majority of other neighbouring cities was a life most couldn’t handle. it involved everyone knowing each other, secrets, and a rigid routine - a sense of day to day normalcy that felt more manufactured if anything. you had lived here since birth, much to your disdain, and you wanted nothing else than to just pack up and leave. to never see anyone ever again. to never see him again.

you were a quiet person by nature, reserved by choice. knowing everyone meant you had to be cordial regardless of your true feelings, and lord knew you had many opinions about the people you shared the same streets and establishments with. the only people you loved, entirely, were yoongi and yejin - the dark haired twins who had moved here five years ago. they didn’t talk much, and certainly didn’t delve into why they would move to such a secluded place. you didn’t pry, there were too many people here seeking secrets already.

the town was mostly run and governed by 6 families, all with different abilities and power. they, in turn, were managed by one single individual - hyunki jeon. they were all relatively nice, genuinely - not the sickly fake sort that you had been used to all your life. the older man, however, was known for his stoicism, always unfeeling and certainly not kind. their sons were around your age, and though you chose to stick to the twins, you had conversed with namjoon and taehyung a few times and found them to be lovely. it was jungkook, however, who made you raise your guard.

once all dimples and sparkly eyes; the tatted boy was an anomaly. people like him didn’t live in places like this, half rage and half silence. you knew him, once, when you were young. friendship was once defined to you with an 8 letter name, as the boy brought you such joy. you were inseparable, and his parents held a fondness for you that you were sure they didn’t hold for many. his grandfather did not share the same sentiments - it was clear to all he found you to be unworthy, the fact you loitered in his home and ate his food whilst being from such a lowly family disgusted him. you were a child, in need of love and affection, two things jungkook and his parents offered in absence of your own mother and father. he did not like this. but no matter, it all meant nothing in the end.

you both turned twelve, only a few days apart, and you’d shown up at your usual hang out spot to actually celebrate together. you brought a handmade gift, hats and a little cake you spent time baking yourself, excited to show him. you had planned this together for months and months and months; the excitement was palpable. only, he didn’t show.

you’d spent an hour waiting, at first worried due to his lateness. he was always early, always. you waited another hour in hope, and another hour after that in confusion. four hours in, you stupidly realised he had no intention of coming down but yet, your heart still quickened in worry. after you packed everything up, you took a quick walk to his home, sat on the end of the street you lived on, wrapping your knuckles on the door.

the door swung open to reveal jungkook who’s eyes held a swirl of guilt you couldn’t quite place. he simply stood, both unmoving and quiet. you noticed his face seemed blotchy, as though he had been crying and the shake of his hands were clear to you.

“are..are you okay? thought we were gonna celebrate.” you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“you should go home, y/n.” he replied, cold and stiff. your eyebrows furrowed even further as a frown appeared.

“is today not a good day? i’ve been waiting for a while, you could have told me.” you mumbled. you felt so confused. “i made you a cake.”

he watched as you revealed it, showing it to him with a glimmer of hope.

“i told you to go home.” he repeated, voice raising. “i don’t want your stupid cake, i don’t want to celebrate your stupid birthday and i don’t want to hang out with stupid you!”

your face was distraught, no doubt. you felt as though someone had punched you in the stomach, your best friend, your only repose in this horrible town, telling you to leave him alone and over what? what did you do? what had you done? being only twelve, you could feel your lip quivering and your eyes beginning to water.

“why are you being so mean?” you asked, hands shaking around the little cake tin. “i don’t get what’s happening, why..what did i do?”

he didn’t respond, your eyes meeting his to find his own unshed tears beginning to stream down his face. “we aren’t friends anymore, y/n. so please just leave me alone. don’t come here again.”

he stepped back before slamming the door shut in your face. little, newly twelve year old you stood, legs shaking in your pretty dress as sobs began to wrack your body. you left the cake tin at the door before grabbing the rest of your stuff and running home, tears ruining your vision.

you cried for months, not that anyone was there to care or listen. two absent parents and no siblings or cousins, no one really bothered to check in on you. all you had was jungkook, and he knew it and yet still pushed you to the side as though you meant nothing to him. as though the days you’d spend having family dinners at his house meant nothing, or the days you’d spend hours and hours and hours strolling through the forest and park just talking and enjoying each other’s presence.

jungkook, your only friend and the boy you fell in love with each passing spring, was also the boy who broke your heart. you’d never forget it, and you certainly weren’t ready to forgive.

——

“want to get a burger?” yoongi asked, hand running through his already messy hair.

the boy had shown up out of the blue, as he often did, at your house with no more than a food craving and a quiet grin.

you rolled your eyes before turning back around into the house. “yeah, let me put some concealer on first. i’ve been rotting away all day.”

he chuckled, stepping in behind you before closing the door. “what, parents not in?” you hummed, walking to your room. “are they ever?”

“touché. you know you can stay at mine, right? know you don’t like being here alone, yejin’s been saying you can share her room.”

you looked at him through your mirror, with a warm smile as you dabbed your makeup. “i know yoongs, love you both forever.”

he grinned again, stretching his arms before heading downstairs, waiting for you outside. after ten minutes, and a little walk, you stood in front of the old diner that had been here long before you were ever born. the decor was chipping and peeling, the seats uncomfortable but the staff were warm and sweet.

“there you guys are! what took you so long.” yejin grumbled, embracing you in a tight hug. “haven’t seen you in like a week, which is practically a millennia in this town. you good?”

“yeah, don’t worry. just didn’t feel to good; don’t want to spread anything.” you laughed, arm around her waist while yoongi wrapped an arm around your shoulders, walking towards your usual booth.

you slid in, yejin following and yoongi sitting in front as you watched your waitress come forward. you all ordered your usual cheeseburgers and milkshakes before giggling and chattering quietly as per usual. you never grew tired of the twins, they were your only joy in both this town and world - wherever they went, you wanted to follow and you knew they felt the same.

“i can’t be bothered going to the council meeting tonight.” yoongi groaned, head falling to the table with a quiet thump. “same old shit every single time. remember to clean the streets, report anything you see, bla bla bla.”

you grinned. “yeah, maybe they should get you up on that podium, hm? you seem to know the dialogue too well.”

he grimaced at you, before yejin shook her head. “i don’t know, i was getting groceries earlier and you know the lady that lives two streets down from the forest? the one with the cute gate?” you both nodded. “i overheard her chatting and i think something’s happened. i can’t imagine it’s anything too crazy, but she seemed to be fishing for something.” yejin muttered through bites.

“someone’s always fishing for secrets in this bastard place.” you frowned.

the toil of the bell on the door rang loudly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look up, lost in your thoughts. yoongi was playing with his food whilst yejin whispered some more gossip she overheard, making you all giggle absentmindedly.

“y/n?” you looked up, the sound of someone calling you gently pulling you out of your trance before you saw a familiar smile. jin.

you had spoken to him a few times, nothing extreme and certainly no long conversations or anything. he still went out of his way to say hello and give you a greeting whenever he’d see you, and your friends too. despite being from the eldest family of the 6, he was arguably the politest out of all of their children - known in town for being a sweet soul.

“hi!” you grinned softly up at him.

“sorry. this is so rude of me, i hope i’m not interrupting.” he flushed pink, eyes flickering to yejin who openly stared up at him with a tilt of her head. “not at all.” she answered for you, smoothly.

his eyes lingered on her for a moment longer before turning to you with a slight gulp. “could..could i just grab you for a moment? just need to speak privately with you.”

you hardly noticed his group of friends walking past him to a table a few seats down from yours, your eyes furrowing. you simply nodded, climbing over yejin to get out of the booth before following him outside. this was odd, you didn’t really have an established relationship with the guy so you were slightly uncomfortable, in all honesty.

“firstly, let me just apologise.” he began, nervously chuckling while shifting from foot to foot. “this isn’t something i usually do and i’m embarrassed but just wanna do this right, you know?”

you nodded, somewhat reassuringly which made him grin. “yejin..i really like her. i want to approach her but i get nervous and i’m so scared of embarrassing myself, which i think i’m doing right now actually.” his eyebrows furrowed.

you couldn’t help the soft smile that began to form on your lips. you knew your best friend would probably jump up and down screaming if she was privy to this information, considering she wouldn’t shut up about how handsome the tall boy was.

“jin, believe me when i say i think you’ll be okay.” you promised. “and she’s really easy to talk to, have you tried?”

he nodded, grinning back at you, relieved at your reassurance. “you think so? i tried the other week, you guys were at the park but, i couldn’t bring myself to come over, psyched myself out and i’m pretty sure yoongi noticed me going back and forth so..”

you laughed. “listen, just approach her. try catch her alone, even? she’d really like that, promise.”

he let out a short laugh. “i sound like a schoolboy, sorry to put this on you.” you shook your head, reaching out to pat this arm. “this is so cute, i’m happy you came to me.”

“i’ll let you get back to them, sorry again for taking your time. oh!” he stopped, turning to you again. “you’ll be attending the towns meeting right?”

you nodded, shuffling in your spot. “yeah, my parents aren’t..they’re not here so. i’ll go.”

it embarrassed you to your core knowing your parents were the way they were. abusive when around, which was rare these days - but that meant the burden of representing your family always fell on you. you hated it, couldn’t stand the pity looks and the murmurs people would share.

“i’ll see you there, then!” he simply assured, not an ounce of anything other than genuine niceness. “a few of us are getting drinks after, if you’re all down, i’d love for you guys to come.”

“yeah, i’ll let them know.”

soon, you were headed inside again. he thanked you again before moving to his table and you to yours, sliding in next to yoongi this time with a small grin over at yejin, who secretly had an inkling of what the conversation was about but didn’t pry.

you informed them on the offer to which yoongi shrugged. “could be fun, why not? i heard hoseok has a studio in his house and i have some questions i’ve wanted to ask for a while.”

“wow, yoongs. when people meet others for the first time, they usually extend a casual greeting.” yejin scoffed, eating the fries from his plate. “but yeah, let’s go, it could be fun.”

you grinned at her as yoongi laughed, stealing his plate back away from her. your eyes naturally drifted to behind yejin, where jin and his friends sat, your eyes casually flickering over all of them before they fell on him.

brown eyes were already watching you. your breath hitched slightly as you made eye contact with the boy that once ignited every emotion in your body to the surface, the boy that for some reason, was still able to. your throat bobbed, unable to look away for a few seconds before doing so, blinking rapidly to rid yourself of him in your brain; a futile attempt of building your walls up again. a single look was able to undo you - you had no idea it did worse to him.

jungkook, the boy that broke your heart, sat next to jin, appetite lost and throat constricting. you looked so beautiful today, he thought, though you always did - you were so good at making yourself smaller and unassuming wherever you went in town but he always managed to find you, to look at you. to really see you. he thought of you everyday, longed and yearned for you. it was all going to end today.

today, the time had finally come. he was free, and he was going to get his girl back.

——

the meeting had begun ten minutes ago and yet the overall atmosphere was off. everyone seemed rather unsettled, and frankly, it was clear that yejin’s earlier mention of something going on was actual fact.

after a few more minutes, the stage podium began to be surrounded by the jeon family. jungkook stood beside his mother, with a hand on her back and and one on his father’s too in clear assurance as the latter began speaking into the microphone. they looked exhausted, and despite your feelings for the boy, you felt a pang of worry. his parents had never shown anything but pure kindness to you, even after your friendship break up with jungkook - though they didn’t know the reason, alongside yourself, they didn’t treat you any different. his mother would drop off meals to your house, cookies and sweets whilst his dad personally paid for all of your after school clubs, and made sure your tutoring and hobbies were well nurtured. they loved you like their own, so were confused at the sudden distance between you and their son.

“thank you all for coming today. i wish this could be on better circumstances.” the older man began. “i regret to inform you of the passing of my father, hyunki jeon. he passed peacefully two nights ago surrounded by family. we ask for both your respect and discretion during this time.”

silence filled the room, everyone looking at one another. your eyes flickered to the tall, tatted man, standing tall and strong for his parents, only to notice his eyes already on you. you couldn’t bring yourself to look away, your chest rising and falling.

everytime you had seen jungkook over the years, you noticed how quiet he was. it was unsettling, the once bright boy so purposefully silent - but it was the look of anger that radiated from him that really shook you. he just seemed so on edge all the time, every council meeting, every time he was out with his friends - you noticed jimin, the candy haired boy, would often pat his back in comfort. though it didn’t alleviate the pain he caused you, you still had empathy for the sweet boy who once loved you as much as you loved him. you just wondered if he existed anymore.

even now, with eyes unmoving, you watched as he took in a deep breath, blinking slowly at you before forcibly looking away, and towards his mother who gently held his hand. she noticed his gaze your way, and offered a sad smile to which you quickly reciprocated.

“that was not what i was expecting.” yejin whispered, between you and yoongi. he nodded, scratching the back of his neck. “can’t say i’m too upset, he was a horrible man.”

you couldn’t bring yourself to really say anything, you had met the man’s cruelty personally years ago and it still made you shiver. your eyes flickered between the three people on stage, and though they looked exhausted and appropriately sympathetic, none looked overtly upset. no one was crying, nor distraught. people came up to extend their sadness, and they expressed their gratitude but again - they didn’t look like a family that had just lost a patriarch.

soon, you too rose, waiting your turn to wish your best wishes. yoongi and yejin had gone before you, extending polite exchanges, watching as they stepped to the side to let you forward.

upon sight of you, jungkook’s mother let out a little noise before stepping forward and wrapping you in her arms tightly. “oh my darling girl, i haven’t seen you all week, are you alright?”

your cheeks flushed pink, she usually dropped food off at your job as much as she could, considering you worked so close to her home. “I’m okay, just been sick. i’m so sorry for your loss.” your eyes turned to his father who also pulled you into an embrace. “thank you, sweetheart. don’t stress your head.” he cooed.

jungkook stood beside them. you pulled away, your eyes turning to him with a small frown. “sorry for your loss.” you murmured, shuffling.

“thank you, y/n. that’s very kind of you.” he responded, voice deep and fingers twitching. you simply nodded, lump in your throat at the intensity of his gaze before giving his parents one last small smile, turning to your friends and walking away.

“i know you hate him, but i very much think he wants you.” yoongi teased, with a giggling yejin circling around you outside. you scoffed, pushing his arm. “no he doesn’t. he made that very, very clear.”

“hm, i don’t know. i noticed him earlier in the diner, staring you down and when we were sat in the hall. he’s been pretty bold today, what’s changed?” yoongi questioned, rubbing his arm. “yeah, i noticed earlier when you and jin were talking outside, he was watching you guys, seemed a bit annoyed.” his sister continued, giggling away.

“you guys are genuinely insane.” you grumbled. “conspiracy theories won’t change anything.”

two seconds later, jin walked over, same grin on his face with two of his friends in tow. hoseok and jimin.

“hi! we’re getting drinks down at the bar, you guys still up to join?” he asked, nervously, eyes flickering between you all but mainly on yejin.

“depends..” she hummed, head tilting. “my drinks on you, jinnie.”

you watched as he nodded, trailing after her as she walked away forcing a laugh out of you and a grumble out of yoongi. hoseok and jimin walked closer to you, properly introducing themselves. yoongi’s sour mood improved in mere seconds once he began asking his questions to the younger boy, only for him to answer them with equal keenness.

“i’ve noticed you around a few times, sorry i haven’t introduced myself sooner.” jimin laughed, watching the two as you began stepping toe to toe. “that’s alright, everyone knows each other here anyway, no need for introductions.” you responded, prompting him to laugh even more.

“i get the sense you don’t like it here very much.” he questioned, cheekily.

“do you?” you asked, grin forming. you liked him already, all smiles and crinkled eyes. “because from where i’m standing, i don’t think there’s much to like about this place.”

“touché. can’t say i don’t agree with you, so why don’t you leave?” he asked, suddenly curious. “is it your boyfriend?”

you began coughing suddenly, eyes widening as you looked at him in pure shock. “boyfriend?”

“is he not? am i confused?” he matches your confusion, his own eyes widening.

“definitely, definitely not. pretty sure he doesn’t bat for women, so.” you shook your head, a blush on your cheeks.

“huh. all this time, jungkook’ll be pleased to hear that.”

your blood ran cold, your eyes flickering to the cheeky boy once more as you walked towards the bar. “what do you mean?”

he grinned, nice and wide before opening the door to the bar for you, wiggling his eyebrows. “oh nothing!”

before you could even begin questioning the boy, yejin called you over. you were sure your face was showcasing a million different emotions, but by the time your legs carried you over to the large bar, you noticed that it was mainly jin’s friends AKA the founding families’ sons. your eyebrows furrowed even more once you watched jungkook walk through the doors.

everyone seemed so cheery. even the tall tatted boy who surely should be in some sort of mourning, seemed much more relaxed than you’d ever seen him. his air of anger and quiet demeanour replaced by something that resembled peace.

“time to drink!” namjoon shouted at out, making everyone cheer. yoongi came up beside you, both of you unaware of jimin mumbling something in jungkook’s ear just behind you.

“not to be that person, but this is..” yoongi quietly whispered. “odd.” you finished for him.

“i can answer that for you.” someone wrapped their arms around you from behind, the stentch of both tequila and vodka swimming in the air. “tonight, we fucking celebrate.” taehyung laughed loudly, between you both, arms caging you both in by your shoulders.

yoongi’s face was priceless, both alarmed and curious. “uh..what exactly?”

“we celebrate because he’s dead. that bastard finally fucked off and took his blackmailing with him.” he grinned with a squeal, twirling around in front of you all before jumping behind the bar alongside the bartender, popping his hip. “so, i expect you all to get drunk, and cheer as much as you can. want him to hear us from beyond the grave.”

you felt slightly uncomfortable and frankly out of place. yoongi, yejin and yourself shared confused glances before the former was taken away by hoseok, no doubt to redirect the conversation to their shared interest in music and the latter’s attention taken by the tall haired boy who had bought her a drink. you stood, shuffling from foot to foot before taking a seat.

“two beers.” a voice behind you called to the bartender who nodded immediately. you didn’t have to turn to see who it was, but you simply ignored it, assuming he wasn’t taking to you.

once the beers were pushed forward, you watched as he stood beside you, taking a hold of one before sliding the other towards you. you gawked at him, confused. “drink.”

“w-what?”

he didn’t respond, simply drinking his beer with a deep rumble in his chest. you frowned up at him before childishly pushing the drink back at him, turning your back to him before catching the bartenders attention to order something else.

jungkook’s jaw twitched. he understood, of course he did, but you didn’t.

“i think we should talk.” he calmly said, swiping his card for your drink before you could protest.

you scoffed, frown deepening. “i don’t have anything to say to you, jungkook.”

“i know, baby, but i’m gonna need you to look at me, please?”

your breath hitched, baby? that was new, and you could feel something locked and hidden away force its way to the surface in your stomach. you hated that you liked it, hated that it made you pool between your legs.

you nibbled on your bottom lip. your hands were beginning to shake again, a tick that only amplified when you were in anxiety inducing situations and you were pretty sure nothing could get you as nervous as the situation you were currently in.

“5 minutes? i know i don’t deserve your time but i swear i’ll make it worth it.” he all but begged making you exhale deeply before your eyes flickered over to him slowly.

his hair, slightly messy, outfit all black to signify his mourning. although he looked anything but a mourner - frankly, he looked downright sinful and it made your head swim.

“2 minutes. that’s all you get, and then you go back to leaving me alone.” you hissed at him, sliding off of your stool before looking away, waiting for him to lead away.

you missed the way his jaw ticked, before nodding, doing exactly that. his long legs guided you to a quiet room beside the bar, both yoongi and yejin watching you carefully. the latter grabbed your arm before you could walk on, eyes narrowing suspiciously at jungkook. “call us if you need us, hm?”

you nodded, before catching up to jungkook. he closed the door behind you, watching as you sat on a chair. the room was relatively bare, a big table in the middle where no doubt the governing body often came. you felt slightly out of place but you couldn’t pass up this opportunity out of pure curiosity.

jungkook pulled a seat out beside you, sitting down. it surprised you slightly, you expected him to sit opposite you, or even assert himself by sitting at the top of the table but this? interesting.

you both made eye contact, unspeaking for a moment as he simply let his eyes run over your face. you could feel your cheeks heat without your will, breaking the silence immediately. “1 minute and a half left.”

he couldn’t help the little grin that formed and you couldn’t help but admire it. stupid.

“firstly, i need to apologise to you. i know it’s been years and years, but i’ve wanted..needed to tell you that.” he murmured, eyes never leaving your own. “i know i hurt you that day, but i need you to understand i was trying to protect you, i had reasons and i knew it was the only way you would listen to me. doesn’t make it fair and definitely doesn’t make it okay, but i couldn’t lose you any further than i had to y/n.”

your throat bobbed. “what reasons?” you whispered out, unsure of how to take his apology. in response, you watched as he looked away, jaw ticking as though he had no intention of answering you.

your eyebrows furrowed. you could feel a semblance of anger growing inside of your chest and clawing at your throat. “you don’t get to come here and give me an apology for something that broke me and then tell me oh i had my reasons. if you don’t plan on sharing them, you’ve wasted my time.” you spat out, standing up to walk away.

his hands reached out, taking a hold of your hips, fingers flexing gently against your body before ushering you to sit back down which you reluctantly did. both of you seemed slightly shaken from the physical contact.

there was a moment of silence, jungkook’s eyes closing tightly before opening again. he was clearly debating something, but as he made eye contact with you again, he knew he had to. “my grandfather.” he whispered.

“what about him?” you asked, carefully. the man had just died and no matter your opinion, he was family to jungkook and you were too empathetic to bring your own emotions into it.

“i’m glad he’s dead. makes me free. makes us all free.” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, remembering taehyung’s outburst from earlier.

“what do you mean?” you whispered back, confused.

his jaw ticked at the memory swirling in his head, hands shuffling. you noticed he began getting lost in his thoughts and they were increasingly making him uncomfortable, forcing him to shift. “he didn’t like you. thought you were a distraction to me, and therefore you got on his list of people to exterminate.” he simply replied. “he hated my dad for marrying my mum, made our lives a fucking hell every chance he got knowing he had power and then realised one day that all of this, this bastard fucking town could be mine instead of his.”

you were sure your face was showcasing a million emotions, your heart clenching deeply. you knew he was a horrid man, but to extend his abuse to his family was incomparable.

“you’d come over for dinner, and i swear my parents love you so much, y/n..” he sighed out, hands running through his hair. “mum would get excited over buying stuff to decorate the table with, she’s always wanted a girl but after me, she wasn’t comfortable with bringing another child into the hellhole that fucker was causing, knew he’d give her hell too.”

you gulped.

“little things you know? he’d get annoyed you were round, annoyed you were eating in a house he said he had a claim in. he didn’t even fucking live there, but logic didn’t matter. then..then he’d get violent, usually to my dad. my mum would hide away, take me with her but he’d always find us too, you know? couldn’t say anything cause he knows all these people, has connections, money buys everything.”

his hands were shaking a little harder, and for the first time in years, you found yourself reaching over, taking one in your hand whilst they rested in his lap, wide eyes meeting yours. you said nothing, simply allowing him to continue whilst you comforted him.

“he knew you made me happy, made fun of me for liking you so much. said he wouldn’t let me make the same mistake my dad did, marrying my mum.” he spat out, jaw ticking. “we were kids, y/n, and he couldn’t stand to see me happy, see me enjoy your presence, he wanted you gone. he’d do anything, and i knew he’d go as far as he could so..”

your throat bobbed.

“so i did what i did. i hated myself so much, y/n, but i convinced myself that this would save you, and it did. he’s left you alone for so long because he thought i didn’t care anymore.” he gulped, turning your hand over so he was now the one caressing it. “but he’s wrong. all i ever think about is you, my mind is plagued and all i can comprehend is y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n. i see you around town and i want to pull out my own hair, makes me so angry and i know it’s so selfish but i want you to myself, want to be in your arms again like when we used to under our tree in the park.” he all but whispered. “want to feel like you’re mine.”

he looked up at you, he could see the glassy dew forming in your eyes and the way your little lip trembled. his other hand shot out, thumb tracing your little lip. “knew i could never have you, not until he was dead. dreamt of him dying in so many different ways, violent and painful but even in death he gets lucky. peaceful.” he whispered, hand dropping and eyes closing. the familiar anger was back and you could see it. “he hurts us for years, and he gets to die in peace?”

his voice broke at the end of his sentence, a small and uncharacteristic whimper leaving his lips. you couldn’t think, tears streaming down your face, your hands gently twitching beside your body, desperate to reach out and comfort him but the passage of time had made you uncertain.

regardless, the intimacy of the situation charged you, sniffling as you hesitantly reached out to him. a single hand on his knee, unsure but you knew it was necessity. you remembered how much a single touch used to calm him. you knew that the pain he caused you was for something that caused him an immense amount more, that didn’t alleviate how much it hurt you but it did allow for a reason. that felt enough.

“i’m so sorry.” he whispered to you, his own hand taking yours from his knee and instead clasping it. “you don’t have to forgive me, but i promise you i’m going to be better. gonna prove it to you, hm? no one can hold me back, not anymore.”

you simply nodded through your sniffles.

after pulling away slowly, just enough so your fingers were touching. this felt oddly intimate in itself, even more so than before. “how could he do that to you? you were just a boy, you’re still just..it’s not fair, you shouldn’t apologise for doing what you felt was necessary, i’m just sorry it had to happen this way.”

you watched his eyes soften clearly at the mere mention of forgiveness, before closing and letting out a deep exhale. he reached for your hand again. “you meant the world to me then, but you have no idea what you are to me now. i’m going to relearn you, y/n, going to be a man you deserve, a man that won’t walk away but a man that’ll protect you. gonna do this properly.” he promised before pressing a sweet kiss to your knuckles, sealing his promise.

——

a month had passed since jungkook’s confession and at first it felt like your entire world had shifted.

in the first following days, you cried and cried and cried. you mourned the childhood that had been stolen from you knowingly by an older man. you mourned the life jungkook and his family should have lived. more specifically, you mourned what could have been. what should have been yours and his from the beginning.

the next two weeks were what you called the baby step period. jungkook had asked for your number and you’d share a few texts, as if testing the waters, both too afraid to push the other away. it wasn’t long until that helpless feeling of infatuation for the boy returned, which made your throat bob. you were scared to bare your heart to him, you had changed so much but you knew that he had too, these two new versions of what once was weee now what occupied the hollows of your brains.

now, last week and present, jungkook went out of his way to spend as much time with you as physically possible. he had shown up at your house one day, knocked on the door despite your parents being home, for no other reason than he missed your face.

you flushed red when he told you, but he couldn’t stop staring at you. you thought he was going to kiss you, and you weren’t above admitting the fact how excited you were at the prospect. alas, disappointment came when he simply kissed your knuckles and walked away.

the next day, again, but this time he lingered. the day after, he walked into the house. today, you let him up to your room.

he walked around, examining little trinkets and pictures of you, yejin and yoongi in curiosity. it made his heart pain to see you have lived a completely separate life to him, but to see you find family in others relieved him of guilt.

“wanna know something funny?” he asked, picking up a picture of the three of you in a photo booth.

“hm?”

“used to hate yoongi.” he muttered which made you gawk. “why? how could anyone hate yoongi?”

“thought he was your boyfriend.”

you couldn’t help but laugh out loud, especially when noticing the little grin forming on his lips. “seriously, i’d get so annoyed, knew i had no right but i hope you know i was preying for the downfall of your relationship.”

“petty boy, you snooze you lose.”

he smirked, putting it down before turning over to you, tongue in his cheek. “yeah, and i don’t plan to lose.”

you felt a breathless at that, breaking eye contact before taking a seat on your bed. he had come round to watch movies, and considering you were in your cute sanrio pyjamas, you were evidently very excited. jungkook, the man who never left his house in anything other than black, was now adorned in spiderman pyjama bottoms that you had bought him and a tight t-shirt that stretched over his chest and back in a way that made your mouth water.

you slid under the covers, pulling them up a little, watching as he slid into your bed beside you. it was comical to see such a big man in your smaller bed, and it was clear he was maybe struggling due to his size.

“you don’t fit.” you simply frowned at him, his body hanging uncomfortably on the side as he looked at you with a darkened expression.

he didn’t respond, simply moving your laptop to your side table before taking a hold of you and manoeuvring you so you were now on top of him. “there.” he mumbled, looking at your wide eyes and slightly agape mouth. “rest on me. this way, we both win.”

you were sure you had died and gone to heaven. you were half embarrassed half incredibly turned on, though you had enough sense to hide those feelings before they jumped to the surface. you simply watched him tuck you into his chest, before wrapping you both up in your duvet. “comfortable?” he asked.

“yeah.” you confirmed, voice quiet and evidently shy as your bodies pressed intimately together whilst a film began to play on you laptop beside you.

you got through the first half hour easily, or so you say. you couldn’t help but snuggle deeper into his chest which he clearly enjoyed from the way he had his hand rubbing over your head and hair, breathing in your scent. this was affecting him in a way that you couldn’t even begin to unravel. as the film progressed, a steamier scene began to play causing you to shift slightly against jungkook. in turn, you felt something poking your core slightly.

you froze, realising quickly what exactly you were feeling. jungkook however seemed unfazed, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your lower back, maybe lower than what was deemed appropriate. you couldn’t think, feeling him so close and intimate when you’d already been having bad thoughts that you were desperate to rid yourself of. he looked so good in this t-shirt though.

he watched you, secretly. he could see how red your cheeks were and how you were shuffling closer and closer into him, in a subconscious effort to feel him more firmly against you. he wanted to moan out at the thought alone, his pretty girl.

his hand on your back suddenly lowered further, hand over your ass as he positioned you shamelessly so both of your cores were now firmly pressed against each other. you couldn’t help the gasp, feeling him so clearly through his pyjama bottoms.

he looked down at you and you slowly peered up at him, the eye contact palpable. his free hand pushed your hair out of your face before his thumb began tracing your lip. the tension was getting higher and higher.

“pretty.” he mumbled, his thumb prodding your bottom lip. it found its way past your lips, only slightly, touching your tongue whilst staring at you darkly.

you knew your cheeks must have been pink and burning, but you couldn’t stop your core from clenching at his actions, they were so dirty and yet he was acting like they weren't. his face was inching closer to yours as he traced your tongue with his thumb, teasing you with hooded eyes and parted lips.

he slowly pulled his thumb out, tracing your bottom lip. suddenly, the loud bang of the downstairs door ensued, indicating your parents leaving the house without any warning, causing you to jump slightly in his arms whilst clutching his chest.

this made you both moan out in shock as you pushed down, your cores unconsciously grinding against each other just right to cause a pang of pleasure in your stomachs. you peered up at him through your lashes to find his eyes shut closed tightly with a tense jaw. upon opening them and finding you looking up so sweetly. fuck it.

jungkook swooped down, one hand moving to your jaw as he pressed his lips to yours, unable to wait for you to keep up, moving his lips against yours like a man starved. despite the initial shock, it didn’t take long for you to match his movements, little noises and moans leaving you as he ground his hips back into you, grunting.

the kiss was pure sin, filthy from every inch as you both erupted. this was years of tension, of unspoken apologies and stolen glances - this was the boy that had broken your heart with every intention of patching it up. you, the very object of his desires and the owner of his soul, having you in his arms was one thing but feeling you so intimately made his brain flip.

he slid his tongue into your mouth, leaving you mewling as he took time to explore you, hands trailing to your hips and grinding roughly over him. he was wasting no time, he’d yearned for a taste of you for what felt like eons and here you were, twitching and begging for more underneath him.

he flipped you over suddenly. lips began moving down your neck, pulling at your legs so they were wrapped around his waist whilst he left traces of himself all over your skin. the thought of purple skin all over your neck, a clear indicator that he had been there was enough to make him groan.

“jungkook..” you moaned out, hips lifting desperate to feel attention.

his fingers moved over your stomach, lightly dusting over your skin as he pulled your top up slightly before his fingers grazed the waistband of your shorts. he wasted no time, eyes searching yours for content, his fingers moving further upon your little nod.

the first feel of him against you was enough to make your brain short circuit, but the casual way he began rubbing circles against your clit immediately, slow but assured, drove you to let out a loud whimper.

your eyes connected, foreheads pressed against each other as he drew deliberately slow circles against your core whilst your hips rose and fell, moans filling the room and breaths mingling. every time you’d close your eyes, he’d nudge your nose, forcing you to look at him again. no matter how you felt, what you thought and what you wanted - he needed it longer. you were everything plus one, he couldn’t get you out of his mind, like a grape vine tangling in every ridge and panel.

“jungkook.” you whimpered out, already growing close. he could see the way your breaths were quickening and your hands tightening against his hair. he pulled away without a word, breath heavier than your own before hovering over you again. he grabbed your bottoms and pulled down until you were completely bare before diving in without a second thought.

he let out a loud groan at the taste of you, lips and tongue moving rapidly, a clear contrast from his touch earlier. nothing was slow about this, it was rushed and desperate - a show of his feelings clear as day. “can’t get enough of you, baby, want you all the fucking time.” he all but growled against you, tongue penetrating you before suckling on your clit.

his fingers found his way at your entrance, pushing in two as he began to pump whilst his mouth moved in tandem, groaning and grunting against you while your own moans filled the air.

you couldn’t believe this. the boy you had secretly loved, and then openly hated for so long, now head between your thighs with his mouth sucking and his fingers thrusting - you couldn’t think, could barely comprehend. the sight of him grinding into your bed to relieve himself only made you moan louder, your chest constricting.

“gonna cum for me, y/n? gonna cum on my fingers for me?” he cooed at you, a juxtaposition to the rapid movements he was indulging you in

it was only moments later you found your hips lifting, back arching and eyes closing. your breath hitched as your body began to shake, jungkook continuing his relentless pace as your high washed over you, prolonging it as much as he could.

after what felt like an eternity of bliss, you opened your eyes to see jungkook sat hovering over you, staring at your face with an expression that felt unreadable. your chest was still heaving, your fingers twitching towards him.

“my girl.” he murmured down at you, thumb moving over your lips. your heart constricted at his words. his? definitely his.

“want you.” you simply murmured out in response, pulling him over you again.

he groaned at how needy you were being, capturing your lips in a series of kisses. “yeah? want me baby?”

you couldn’t even begin to respond, watching as he too lowered his bottoms until he was bare, sliding his t-shirt off too. your hands ran over his hardened chest and abs, noticing faint scars running all over him. you selfishly couldn’t bring yourself to ask about them, but you knew why they were there or rather who had done it. one of his hands gently took a hold of yours, stopping the tracing and in turn stopping the racing of your thoughts.

he tilted your head so your eyes connected with his, watching him as he openly stared at you again. he had a habit of doing that. weeks since you had reconciled and you would catch him staring so openly, with no shame; he wanted to sear every inch of you inside his brain.

he looked away momentarily, grabbing his cock and slowly running it up and down your core. you began mewling, half from sensitivity and the other in anticipation - you’d never had anyone as big as him and the thought made your heart flutter.

slowly, he began pushing in, eyes connecting with yours once more as he leaned over you, arms caging your head in until he was fully inside of you. you were breathing heavy again, hands pathetically pawing as his chest as you fell into his trance. “so big, kookie.”

jungkook faltered at that, the nickname driving him insane, eyes closing for a moment. after a minute, you nodded up at him, legs spreading wider as you gave him the green light to start moving.

this was all he needed. he began to thrust, deep and slow, both of you moaning out loudly. he couldn’t help it, his pace almost instantly growing rougher at the mere feel of you - skin slapping on skin and breaths mingling. you felt divine.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.” he grunted over you, his bruising pace making you mewl out, gripping his large biceps desperately. “made me go insane all these years, in your cute little outfits, hm? knew i’d make you mine one day, wouldn’t rest until you wanted me like i wanted you.” he growled.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head. having someone tell you so openly how deeply they desired you was enough to make you grow wetter by the minute, but knowing it was jungkook? your jungkook? it was enough to make you never ever want to let him go again.

“wanted you too, kook.” you whimpered in admission. “t-tried to hate you but couldn’t stop..couldn’t stop thinking about you.” you moaned loudly once he began thrusting deeper in response to your words. “yeah, baby?” he cooed, fingers clutching the sides of your hips, forcing you to take every inch.

you nodded, arms now wrapping around his neck. “just looked so good, wanted you so badly.”

his forehead fell against yours, pressing your lips in a hot and dirty kiss. it was pure filth, the way he was pounding into you whilst draping his tongue over yours, claiming you in ways no man could ever dream of doing. “you’re my girl, y/n. always have been, yeah? my fucking girl, gonna give you the world if you let me, won’t let you ever be sad again.” he growled, grunting promises. “never gonna let you go. gonna buy you a house, put a ring on your fucking finger and make you my wife forever.”

despite growing closer over the past month, you hadn’t really talked about what you were doing. you were both quite touchy, with jungkook not shying away from grabbing your waist or putting his head in the crook of your neck regardless of who he was around. it caused for many situations where you found yourself shying away from others’ questions because you simply didn’t know the answer. hearing him openly say he wanted you, in such a primal way was enough to begin the climb in your stomach.

“forever?” you whimpered out loud. “promise?”

“fuck.” jungkook groaned, practically picking up your body from the bed as he fucked into you, rough and hard. “i’m never letting you go again, baby, my sweet girl. look at you, you were made for me.”

the combination of his words, his thrusts, and the way he had your entire body caged in his much larger arms were enough to make your brain go blank. you found the coil in your stomach tightening before you could even think, your breath hitching as your orgasm washed over you.

your body twitched and shook as his pace grew rougher, moaning loudly at the feel of how tight you had gotten. he wasn’t far behind, pumping into you sloppily a few more times before he came himself, holding you tight to him as he rode out your highs.

a few moments of silence ensued. he looked down at you. your eyes were closed, chest heaving and hands shaking. you were holding onto him so adorably he swore he could have screamed.

he gently placed you back down onto the bed, hovering over you still. slowly, pulling out, he watched as his cum dripped from your core in a way that has him hardening again. “god, you’re so pretty.” he murmured, fingers gently pushing it back in despite your squirms.

he grinned down at you, before joining you and pulling you to his chest. hand running over your back as your eyes opened up, hesitantly staring up at him only to find him already looking at you, as per usual.

“i meant it, y/n..” he murmured gently, other hand tracing your face and swollen lips. “i’m going to give you it all, okay? gonna give you a ring, house, baby - whatever you fucking want. gonna spend the rest of my life servicing your every need.”

your breath hitched, core tightening. the feel of his cum oozing out of you suddenly felt so much deeper, and you knew you wanted this feeling for the rest of your life. “promise, kookie? want all of that with you.” you pouted.

he grinned. “no one can hold me back, baby. i’m here now, and i’m gonna give you the live you deserve okay? if you wanna leave this shitty place, just say the word, i’ll follow.”

———

yoongi stared at the view in front of him, half in annoyance and other in silent content.

you were all at hobi’s house, who had invited his friends alongside yourself and the twins for a night to just relax - alcohol in everyone’s hands as everyone lightly chatted in the living room, everyone sprawled around. there clearly wasn’t enough room for everyone so you all had gotten creative. for instance, you were sat on jungkook’s lap, nibbling away at a sandwich jin had made.

“you know, two months ago she hated you.” yoongi teased jungkook, whilst eating his own snacks. “so this is very interesting.”

the tatted boy couldn’t help his smirk. his jealousy had brought him to hate yoongi for a while, but now knowing his relation to you; he brought himself out of his spell. even liked him, surprisingly enough.

“can’t blame her, can you?” jungkook murmured back, fingers playing with the ends of your hair whilst you chatted over at yejin.

yoongi took a sip of his alcohol with a grimace. “yeah but it was all a lie. you know that, right?”

he looked up at the older boy, eyebrows furrowing.

“she’s always loved you. always will.” yoongi murmured. “so don’t fuck it up. you’d be surprised at what me and yejin are capable of.”

jungkook knew the two were mysterious, no one really knew where they had come from or why they’d entered such a secluded and secretive town, but in that moment it all seemed to become a little clear. “i wouldn’t dream of it.” jungkook confirmed, arm tightening around your waist with a kiss to your back.

“oh i know.” yoongi grinned. “we wouldn’t let you.” he finished, with a wink.

695 notes · View notes

narcjsistx · 8 months ago

Text

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 | sae, kaiser, rin, reo and isagi

plot: domestic shit because I love fluff stuff 🌷 the characters chosen seem to me to be the most "visible" with little girls... so yeah. I'm actually not very sure of the result, maybe I'll delete it sooner or later to do it again

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

— sae itoshi

If there was one thing Sae had understood since becoming a parent, it was that having two children was complicated. On one hand he was now understanding all of his mother's concerns when, as children, Rin was unmanageable

We know however that males, if brothers, are somehow a little more manageable. Females, if sisters, are not. He was the father of two girls

As much as he loved them, he agreed with you when you said it would have been better to wait a few more years. But then he looks at his girls in the face, he regrets even thinking about it a little, because he loves them too much

In his eyes he sees him and Rin when they were kids: Sayami, the eldest, looks awfully like him because of her reddish hair, but in character she is like you. Semika, the youngest, is different from him in appearance but identical in character. Sayami brings out Semika's very hidden, but existing, sociable side. The only trait that makes girls similar are those damned undereyelashes that have marked the Itoshi family for generations

“Love, when are you going to let them go?”

"No."

"Sae, we've already talked about this..."

"I said no"

"Sae."

"I already said no, Y/n.”

"Y'know, they're already 7 years old. Sooner or later it will happen..."

"Not as long as I'm alive"

...a simple child had asked Sayami if she and her sister wanted to go play with him. Sae took their hand and walked out of the park as fast as he could with his treasures

✶ Sae tries hard to talk with her little girls. In a relationship not talking, or in any case having some communication problems, can be understood... with little girls no, because they would take it as a rejection. He ALWAYS goes out of his way to talk to them as much as possible, also because he loves the moments when they come home from school and, together, they chat about what happened during the day

✶ Let's be honest, Sae doesn't have much other knowledge or passions apart soccer, which was probably imposed on him as a child. He has not the slightest intention of making any of his girls leave school: if like him they end up having to change country to follow a sport, Sae will have to be absolutely sure that they are studying at the same time. He doesn't want them to be like him, because he knows how difficult is that life

Favorite father-daughter(s) activity: resting with them. Sae is often busy with his career, training and of course with his beautiful wife, but he always tries to make time in the evenings (if he's not out of town for a match) with his daughters. He likes to lie down on the bed or on the sofa, before dinner, with the girls who tell him everything exciting they did that day

When you and your little girl(s) show up at one of his games: he hides it well but LOVES when you come to watch him play. If he is normally a prodigy, in front of his daughters he must seem even better. When he scores a goal the first thing he would do is turn towards you, no celebration because it's not his style, but he would wave to his daughters who are cheering for him from the stands. Once the game is over he would ignore the interviewers, as he normally does, and simply come to you to claim his victory kiss

— kaiser micheal

Having children, whether boys or girls, was NOT in Michael's plan. I mean, how can someone who had such a complicated childhood have children? Even if he hides it, he has an enormous fear of being able to make someone of his own blood suffer, voluntarily or not, what he has experienced. He just knows that if something has to happen, it happens. And he doesn't know what fate has in store for his possible heir. He might hate his kid and disown him or her like his parents, if they can be called in that way, did with him

When he found out that he was going to become a father, and with a daughter, he seriously thought for a few moments about simply walking away. Not that he hated you, he couldn't, but it was really strange for him to think that someone of his own blood, his kid, was about to born

Kaiser can't explain how all the worries he had collapsed the moment he held Anneliese, his daughter, in his arms for the first time. Just by seeing and hearing her, he wondered how he could even remotely think that he could hypothetically hurt such a wonderful being

Anneliese quickly became the center of Kaiser's world, along of course with the beautiful mother of his little girl. It can be said that his daughter is a shameless copy of him, both in appearance and character: long, blonde hair, proud and always challenging temperament. One might doubt that she is your daughter but not that she is not Kaiser's. She is liteeerally him

...Sitting on the sofa, Anneliese is watching one of her father's old match. The assist with a teammate ends badly, but the ball returns to Kaiser's possession again and he scores a goal

“Dad, the next time you pass the ball to someone unworthy, I will be even more angry than I am now!”

"I understand, don't worry. I can't make my little girl angry again, can I?"

"Mihya, on the field you have to do what you feel, don't listen to her..."

"How can I not listen to our little girl, Schatz?"

✶ Kaiser loves to take his daughter with him everywhere: whether it's to an interview, to training or to a match, Anneliese is almost certainly with him or next to you. He loves when you and your little girl cheer for him during a match, even more if he knows that if he scores there will be your lips kissing him and the little girl's little arms hugging him. He shows a lot his family and his being a fantastic father (you tell him too, he's a little insecure about this) in front of his teammates. The emperor's family!

✶ Ness is practically the little girl's uncle. He never stopped idolizing Micheal, even more so when he discovered that now there was no longer just one Kaiser but two. Micheal is slightly jealous, he doesn't like that his daughter spends so much time with Ness... he hates seeing his Anneliese so happy with an adult other than him or her mother

Favorite father-daughter(s) activity: he loves when his daughter plays with his hair, especially with the blue parts. Seeing the cerulean blue on his little girl's pale hands, as she braids it or whatever it is, makes him tender. He once dreamed of Anneliese with the exact same hair as him and he admits he wouldn't mind seeing her that way. Maybe blue tipped hair could be the Kaiser's new trademark

When you and your little girl(s) show up at one of his games: whenever you and Anneliese come to a game, the first thing he makes sure to do is that you have a seat in the VIP section. He loves seeing the stadium celebrate for him because his family is there to see him, it's something that feeds his ego. As soon as the match was over he would have you go down onto the field with him, the little girl in his arm and his other arm around your waist as he holds you close to him

— rin itoshi

In his mind Rin, the few times he imagined himself, he always saw himself as the father of a son, and nothing more. Not brothers, as much as he actually liked the idea, just a child and above all a boy. He would have been happy like that

As much as he liked the idea of a possible second child, with his job he wouldn't be able to dedicate the time he knows children deserve. At the same time he doesn't want to leave all the work to you, because parenting is something that is usually done by two. One child would have been enough

He doesn't know how but at a certain point in his life, he found himself with three daughters, all of whom were no more than two years apart. At first it was just a child, your beautiful Ayaka, then suddenly Homura also appeared and finally Rika

The idea of just one boy dematerialized pretty quickly. But he loves his girls so much that, when sometimes he thinks of his original idea, he curses himself: how could he deprive himself of the presence and love of his girls?

All the girls resemble him tremendously, both in character (the one before the incident with Sae) and in appearance, obviously talking about the undereyelashes signed 'Itoshi'. Ayaka, only, is the female version of her father. Homura and Rika have taken something from their mother, but Ayaka could almost resemble Sae too... well, he is her uncle after all, right?

"Dad, Rika doesn't pass the ball when she plays!"

"You can't handle it either, Homura! You can't even pass me games at home!"

"Girls, calm down"

"Learn to score on goal first, before complaining"

...The situation seemed to be calm under Rin's control, but Ayaka broke the calm by scoring a perfect goal into the net of the private home soccer field. New prodigy?

✶ Rin often thinks about what might happen if, in the future, he ever does something that could divide her daughters. He has no preference between them, but he is always terrified that he might do something wrong that could create inequalities that he doesn't want, because in a certain sense, what happened between him and Sae must not happen in another generation of the Itoshi. He bond and love between his daughters must exist forever, not deteriorate as happened with his Nii Chan

✶ He would try to get his daughters to try as many sports as possible. As much as Rin loves soccer, his choice was influenced by the fact that Sae played it... what if he was now a world champion in, idk, volleyball? NO OKAY. He simply likes to make all 3 try new things, looking for something that maybe they could dedicate themselves with passion

Favorite father-daughter(s) activity: when his little girls organize themselves to do makeup on him. He's got a pretty mysterious look to maintain, but if Homura has decided that he's going to show up at practice tomorrow wearing orange nail polish, he'll show up that way. Not that he has any problem fighting anyone who has something to say against him, but no one dares. Rin loves to see them concentrate while putting on mascara or a completely disgusting shade of lipstick

When you and your little girl(s) show up at one of his games: if he knows that you are there to see him play, he will do everything to score as many goals as possible and, above all, quickly: he wants to keep his girls' expectations high. Once he scored a goal he would raise his hand to the sky, waiting for his girls to do the same thing because it has now become a gesture that only each other understands. At the end of the game the first thing he would do is go up to the stands to be with you, fuck his lukewarm teammates

— reo mikage

Looking after Nagi was like taking a pre parenting course. Nagi essentially has the needs of a child if you ignore the fact that he is 17 years old and 1.90cm tall, so Reo knows quite well what a child needs. Then, he always saw the maids in his house bring their young children to work when possible: Reo loved playing with them or picking them up, or just generally spending time with them. The idea of having children, sooner or later and with a special person, has actually always interested him. He always said to himself, but in reality he hoped, that he would find the person who would love him for simply being Reo and not for his money... and then you came along!

His idea has always been of only one child because he is afraid that, sooner or later, two possible children could fight over the money of the Mikage company. Everything is unpredictable, right? So he doesn't want to risk anything

His original idea was respected. When he held Hikari for the first time he simply understood that he wouldn't be able to create, obviously with you, such a cute and perfect being again

The only similarity that links Hikari to her father is the same hair color, that strong purple. For the rest she is completely her mother, and Reo loves this even more: it's cute to see a mini version of you, but with some of his features, walking around the house. His new sweet treasure!!

"So, this... this, yes, also this... that... this"

"Reo, honey, what are you doing with that newspaper?"

"Nothing dangerous. Don't worry"

"What are you doing though? You make me curious"

"I told you not to worry, honey. Trust me."

...Reo was marking all the objects, approximately 300, in a catalog of toys and children's products. If he has money, why can't he spend it if he knows it will make his daughter happy?

✶ The first person Reo told that he was going to be a father was obviously Nagi. Let's say that at first Seishiro wasn't really believing it, but when he saw that pregnancy test... oh... yes, he definitely believed it. It often happens that Hikari stays with Nagi for days at a time, as the little girl sees him as a giant she can annoy. Reo often tells his daughter not to bother Nagi too much, but it secretly makes him laugh to see Seishiro so awkward with Hikari because he doesn't know how to handle children (himself??)

✶ If there's one thing he would never do, it would be to push Hikari into running the Mikage company once she grows up. Reo hated living his childhood with the knowledge that he already had a predetermined destiny, and he doesn't want Hikari to have the same treatment. She want to become a doctor? It will become one. She want to become a farmer? It will become one. She want to become president of the world? It will become one. He simply wants her to do what she loves

Favorite father-daughter(s) activity: travel the world with his daughter or of course with you too. The money is there, and what better way is there to spend it than learning and traveling? Hikari, at less than 5 years old, had already visited half the world. Reo loves taking her to different places and seeing her reactions so amazed. His favorite will remain forever when they arrived in New York, where Hikari didn't stop smiling for a second

When you and your little girl(s) show up at one of his games: it is obvious to say that he would pay to let you have the VIP of the VIP, his girls deserve the best, right?. He would feel amazing among all his teammates knowing that his family is there for him while there is no one for them. At the end of the game he would let the cameras record him hugging you and Hikari, why would he hide all the love he has for you from the cameras?

— isagi yoichi

Isagi was relatively happy as a child: his parents loved him, he played the sport he loved, he didn't do badly at school. Everything was happy for him in his early life. The only thing he often noticed were his classmates with older or younger siblings, who yeah argued with each other, but at the same time loved each other very much. He didn't suffer from loneliness from being the only child, not that, but he was always intrigued by the concept of not being the only child in the family

Since you've been dating seriously, and even before actually, he's always thought that his future family would model what he had: loving parents, one child, two if they had the chance

When Fujiko was born there was this plan in his mind: okay, now we dedicate ourselves to her, we give her everything she needs... then, if we want, we will have another child. Both you and Yoichi were very convinced that a max of 5 years after the birth of the kid you would try again, but Fujiko filled your lives so much that you decided that only she was good for the whole life

Fujiko's appearance bears little resemblance to her father's, maybe just a few facial features. If we talk about character, however, everything changes completely: it's a kind of Isagi 2.0, the same determination coupled with a lot of kindness. We will find out later if she also has bipolar disorder on and off the field like her dad- WHO SAID THAT??

"Fujiko, why aren't there any more pencil in your pencilcase?"

"Mom, I had to give them to some friends. Otherwise they couldn't write what the teacher said"

"This kindness reminds me of someone"

"Who? Who? Who?"

"Think about it: who do you consider to be the kindest person in the world?"

"My dad!"

...doing homework with your daughter, you noticed that some things were missing. Isagi is kind, one of the kindest in the world; when you told him about it he was perplexed, because he too would have done the exact same thing... just like his little girl

✶ Having now become a professional striker, he often does not have the opportunity to spend long periods at home due to champions or special training sessions. When this happens he is happy to leave because soccer is his passion anyway, on the other hand he dies inside every time he hugs his daughter or you for the last time. He loves his family, he would like to always be with you and Fujiko because you give him courage, but he understands that always moving with him from city to city, or even from country to country, is complicated and, above all, tiring

✶ He would like to direct Fujiko towards soccer, but at the same time he knows that he cannot choose something that is actually up to her. He has the belief that Fujiko would probably be good as him, unlocking her own version of the meta vision, but he prefers to see her little girl happy with the things she has chosen and loves

Favorite father-daughter(s) activity: he likes when they watch the games Isagi has already played. Television often replays reruns of recent or even old matches, and whenever Isagi is present on the field, Fujiko is the first to ask to watch them together. Yoichi enjoys seeing her so amazed by the actions on the field, commenting on anything that she doesn't understand because she rightfully doesn't know the rules of soccer. The thing that amuses him most is explaining to her who are the people he passes the ball, whether they are his friends or not, but now for Fujiko there is only Bachira with the title of dad's friend

When you and your little girl(s) show up at one of his games: the mere fact that you come to see him play is a lot for him, but since you and Fujiko once showed up wearing a jacket that said "biggest fan of number 11" on the back, he understood that he didn't it would matter if he were to be burned alive if he did it for you. Unfortunately the insults would always be there, but he would try to contain himself in front of his little girl. At the end of the game the first thing he would do is come to you and let you onto the field, making you celebrate with him

2K notes · View notes