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excaliburssword · 2 years ago

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Unpopular Shian opinion (major spoilers ofc)

This is going to be an insanely unpopular opinion, but am I the only one that thought Sophie should have ended up with Rhian in the end? Supposed he still lived, of course.

Some people may already know that I said in my ship opinions post that I rated this ship a pretty high rating, and know I am one of very few people out there who would actually defend Rhian (not just for Sophie, but for how I truly felt sorry for him before he...ahem, died.)

Just....HEAR ME OUT.

I'm pretty sure that possibly the only reason I ship this is because my nine-year-old dumbass read A Crystal Of Time as the first book in the series, because I seriously thought it was the first one 💀

That reason is probably why it's influencing me to be rooting for these two, but oh well.

Y'all Hophie shippers ain't gonna like this, but I was so infuriated when Sophie chose Hort as her (ig???) Never After.

If you read my opinion on these two in the ship post, you'll know why, which is why I'm also not writing a whole-ass paragraph just to waste my energy 😍

But a brief summary is because Hort literally annoyed Sophie all throughout the first three books, and she literally became jealous of Nicola in the fourth book for "being too close".

Like......what?

Girl you need to make a choice??

If you've made it perfectly clear to Hort you don't like him, then why act so overprotective for???

Now onto my Shian opinion (which, if you're slow like me, is the ship name for Sophie and Rhian).

Listen, I know how intensely manipulative and toxic their relationship was, but think about, so was Tagatha in some ways, and yet people ship them wholeheartedly.

And take a look at the individual characters in Shian??

They had so many similarities both as kids and as their present selves??

The both of them had mother issues, probably father too, and thought they were the favourite of their mother in the process.

They both thought they were destined to be good, and aspiring towards similar goals.

In depth of the second note, Sophie believed she was good, yet became a Never instead. By becoming this, it shows the Woods of her physical attributes, but never on what she's intending on.

Agatha had even stated somewhere in the fifth book to her that she was a good witch, too:

"You're a witch! Supposedly a good one!"

As if she were questioning Sophie's very core.

Hmm... maybe Soman's trying to hint something out??

Now for Rhian, he confessed to Sophie in chapter 24 of ACOT that his devious actions were "in the service of good, to raise people up."

I honestly don't know if he's bulling on that or he's actually being serious, but to the reader, and the "rebels" of the story, he is one of the main villains in "the Camelot years".

Whilst to his fans, who think they know his story, he was probably a more devoted Ever, and a hero to Good in a way even more than the Lady of the Lake ever was.

3. They're both vying for power, even if they're cowards to admit it.

Respectfully, anyone who says Rhian didn't become king just for power can feel free to never talk to me again (joking I love you 😭).

He was a coward to admit it, and even said he was doing it for love, but ofc we know better.

And then there's Sophie, which is just downright obvious.

For goodness sake, she literally became engaged to an Evil sorcerer just to become Evil's queen (okay, that and Rafal's love).

4. They're both entitled brats

These two are literal suck-ups to their leaders, in other words, side-kicks.

In Sophie's story, she was literally Agatha's number two, and she knows it very well. She may have the award for biggest air-headed prat of the year, but she knows it deep down that Tedros will always come first. For god's sake, her best friend's literally married to him.

(Sorry but) As much as I stan Rhian for takin Tedros' spot as a leader, he was just as a suck-up to him too.

5. LASTLY, I PROMISE... They both savoured their deeds for an inch of love too.

Sophie sacrificed sh just to find her true love, whilst Rhian did everything, and anything in his endeavour to bring Evelyn back.

That is touche crap on a cracker, ngl.

Irrelevent, but Sophie literally tells everyone she's done with her love life and that she's focusing on herself, when suddenly Debra Sue comes walking out of nowhere two chapters later.

Like, honey. Are you okay?

What happened to a healthier lifestyle?? Just because I love love LOVED her dynamic with Rhian, doesn't mean it wasn't toxic asf.

He was literally abusing her physically, mentally, and perhaps almost sexually violating her too, (yeah, remember that one scene where he was "dolling her up" in his mothers clothes in chapter three of ACOT??)

Brief summary:

To be fair, Rhian never did anything for Sophie to ensure protection. He didn't even keep her truthfully happy, or even vice versa.

He took her out on "dates", and said he would hardly have called it "dating".

Correct me if I'm wrong, but am I forgetting to mention he literally didn't know if he was more loyal to her or his own brother towards the end of the book? His own brother??

Are you serious?? Those are some serious standards I wish I could've seen 😭

Either Rhian didn't love Japeth enough, or he loved Sophie so desperately he was willing to ditch his brother just for her.

And do you guys remember at the beginning of TLEA when Tedros and Agatha were driving each other delusional over their love for each other?? I seriously wish that Rhian was still alive so he and Sophie could go through a similar situation 😩

And the more realistic idea as to why I would've been okay for them to be together is because he was the last love interest for Sophie (Istag if someone says it was Japeth, I'm actually gonna-)

And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is probably not the end of this ship. 🤪

Please feel free to disagree, as all opinions here are respected. 😋

BUT,,, please take mine in advance 😉

#Shian #sge #soman chainani #sophie of woods beyond #rafal mistral #lady lesso #aric lesso #sge agatha #agatha of woods beyond #sge netflix #professor dovey #I will protect these two at all costs #god damn what is wrong with me #Rhian Sader #Japeth #Rhian #evelyn sader #Rhian and Sophie

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ii-downright-devious-confessions · 19 hours ago

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I spawned from the cobussy

where tf did all these ii confession blogs come from

#not a downright devious confession

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ii-downright-devious-confessions · 12 hours ago

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I just got jumpscared by a fucking object show confessions YouTube video in my recommendations. Why are you fuckers on YouTube now too

#not a downright devious confession #I can’t escape can I

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kptssecretsanta · 2 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @languishingindian!

Hello, my Secret Santa giftee,

I hope you like my little ficlet I wrote you,

I tried adding all your favourite tropes to the story.

Have a wonderful holiday time!

*****

Our Differences Enrich Us

Sometimes Vegas just takes a step back and stares at Pete in awe. Life was so much easier when his lover was tied up at the safehouse and not running amok, causing a havoc everywhere he manages to reach and touch with his pretty little fingers.

The two of them are as different as two people can be.

As for music, Vegas isn’t really a big fan. He enjoys the occasional classical music opus, especially when he’s back from an exceptionally tiring job, a Jean Sibelius Symphony no 5 will almost take his breath away every time he hears the highlight at the end.

But every couple of days, Vegas has a front row view to a pop music concert, performed by Pete in their cozy kitchen, his lover only wearing a large T-shirt. The ear-deafening loud banging and cheery music.. The singing.. the dancing..

Jesus, his bare ass when Pete reaches up to get the cereal from a high cupboard, still wiggling..

Vegas loves the view but detests the ruckus.

Actually working for the main family after the failed coup, Vegas is so thankful he doesn’t have to wear the boring outfits the crew members use. It would be a downright shame. He’s proud to say he’s still the most well-dressed member of the Theerapanyakul family. Now, Pete on the other hand, that dude has completely let himself loose. Short shorts and kiddy T-shirts with childish cartoon characters on them. Vegas is scared that one day someone will mistake them as father and son when they walk hand-in-hand on the street. (Although he doesn’t mind being sugar daddy for his Pete).

“For the love of god, what on earth are these, babe?” Vegas motions his head towards the abomination, actually shook. He’s seen men get beheaded. Gunned down. Just two days ago he pulled out three wisdom teeth from a spy to get them to talk. He has never seen anything more hideous than these khaki pants laying innocently on their shared bed. Who needs that many pockets anyway??

“Oh? I just got these! Don’t you like them, darling?” Pete’s face is so angelic and innocent when he says it that Vegas develops a devious plan right away - as soon as Pete puts the horrendous khaki pants on, he’d rip them right off him and make sweet sweet love to Pete right after.

He’s sure Pete wouldn’t be mad..

Then there’s the stubbornness problem. They are both so damn headstrong. Vegas riots like the raging sea – harsh words and wild punches (never at Pete, though). That's how he was raised under Gun's palm, confrontation of any kind will bring out the beast trapped inside him. Pete, with his stoic calmness will be rational, his eyes stern and cold. That's what you get for falling in love with an ex-Theerapanyakul's main bodyguard, I guess.

Afterwards it's always wet eyes, love confessions and apologies, though.

Weekly grocery shopping has Vegas on the brink of tears. He makes a meticulous list for all the food the two of them need to survive a whole week. He could call it his passion.

Making plans. Scheming.

Pete, on the other hand.. the love of his life promises not to meddle between Vegas and his grocery shopping and says he’s bored and just wants to tag along with him to the market. It’s a whole other story when they actually get there. Vegas is amazed at how Pete manages to keep his weight (probably the hours his love spends in the gym?) if he insists on buying 3 different types of nachos ‘just to check which are the best flavored’ and his ‘let’s buy some ice cream in case Macau comes by?’, when Vegas knows for a fact that Pete would destroy all of those by himself in the span of 3 days.

He does appreciate the squish it has added to Pete’s bottom, though.

Then there’s the generational gap - which is not really a thing because they are not that different in the age department. But Pete keeps talking about something called memes?

Vegas tries to periodically remind Pete of how much he loves him, it’s still awkward for him to express his feelings, especially after their interactions during and post coup. “I don’t think I could survive without you, my love” they lay on the bed face to face, just staring, taking in each other’s features. The sun rays playing on Pete’s face make him look absolutely celestial.

Pete holds his face so delicately before it turns into a couple of friendly pats on his cheek and saying: “So true, bestie!” And Vegas has actual no idea how to reply to that? The confusion is clearly portrayed on his face because Pete dares to roll his eyes and say: “Babe, it’s a meme!” He kisses Vegas’ nose quickly, “And I wouldn’t survive without you, either.”

The other day Pete learned a new meme from Macau who said he shouldn’t use it in public cause it’s an ‘oldie but a goodie’ - so now Pete spends an hour and 15 minutes trying to explain what a yeet is. He forgot how to write it in English and can’t find the video online and he’s grown quite frustrated about this matter, somehow convinced that it’s Vegas’s fault. “Cmon, it’s like you throw something with a force - YEET!” Pete basically whiles the last word, a little kid wildly flapping his arms in the air.

Vegas has had enough, though. “If you don’t shut up about it, I’m gonna yeet you from here to the bed and punish you so hard you’ll walk with a limp for the next three days.” He growls from his throat, this is an actual threat.

Pete beams at that and a full laughter ensues: “You got it, babe! You got the meme!” He jumps onto Vegas’s lap, somehow hitting his Vegas’s chin with his knee in the process and it hurts like a bitch. He feels weirdly proud of himself, though. Pete’s so pleased with himself.

Vegas likes to think he leads a nice quiet life, if you don't count the torture and the killings. He plans every little detail of his life, with his silk shirts categorized by colours, schedule for the day already arranged the day before, what he would be eating, when is Macau going to visit them, main family members's schedules so he doesn't come in contact with any of them..

He likes to think of his life like a sunny day. Everything is clear and precise. But Pete is more like a hurricane. Porsche could call him at odd times of the day and Pete would drop everything and just run to him. It usually involves Tankhun and his boyband of bodyguards doing something really stupid that Pete has to go and solve the problem.

Other times, Pete gets an idea in the middle of the night, when they are already in bed cuddling, to go and do the most dull things known to mankind. Vegas has to get up, get his motorbike ready because Pete wants that one specific type of ice cream from that specific store on the other side of Bangkok at 2am. Vegas would do anything for his love, though. Whilst on the bike, there would be familiar hands roaming around Vegas's torso until Pete whines that his hands are cold and they find a way underneath his shirt. More soft touches and even more groping. Then there's Vegas trying to hold onto the last thread of his sanity when Pete reaches for his zipper because they are on the highway for Christ sake!

That being said (or thought), their differences are what enrich their relationship and their lives.

Oh, how Vegas loves him. It feels like his heart is going to burst out of his sternum, he doesn't know how long it can contain all of the feelings he has for his lover.

#languishingindian #kptssanta22 #*fic22 #*gifts22

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dreamkidddream · 4 years ago

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congrats on 200!! :D

can you write #3 (the quote) for tanizaki (if it’s still free) ?? thanks!💗

I love me some Junichiro 🧡🧡 Reader is gender neutral!

TW: a little spicy/suggestive but nothing graphic or explicit is mentioned (honestly just think of like rated PG13 or something lmao), minor language

“How about a kiss?” with Junichiro!

“(Y/N) please don’t!”

“Hm, I don’t know Tanizaki. I think Naomi would want to hear about this.”

You almost felt bad for teasing your best friend/crush. Almost.

But when you discovered that he accidentally dropped Naomi’s piece of cake that she’s been raving about for the whole week, you saw this as the perfect opportunity to mess with him. You just knew that she would be pissed and ready to draw blood at whoever touched it (you knew as she threatened both you and her own brother), so seeing that Tanizaki was the one at fault had you both breathing a sigh of relief and plotting something downright devious.

“Wait (Y/N) don’t tell her! I can run and get her another one!”

“Don’t you think that she’ll notice? And that was the last one until they make some more tomorrow, and she’s planning on eating it today because it’s the weekend! Before you ask, there is no way in hell I’m taking the blame. Didn’t you see her eyes when she told us about the cake? She had flames in them, Zaki. Flames!”

“I’ll do anything, just don’t tell her!”

“Anything?”

Tanizaki was this close to begging you on his knees to not say a word to his beloved sister, when he saw that look appear across your face. The look that will lead to nowhere good, the look that dropped him even deeper into despair. He knew you long enough that that look was trouble.

He gulped.

He hated to see his sister upset, but was it about to be worth whatever you scheme you were planning? He asked himself that and already knew the answer.

Of course it’s worth it. If it means to keep a frown off of his sister’s face, then anything is worth it. Plus, he knew that you wouldn’t go overboard, you’re his best friend, one of the closest people to him (besides from Naomi of course), and someone that he is desperately in love with-

“How about a kiss?”

He nodded his head, all excited and relieved. Then he fully processed your words and nearly choked.

A kiss?! From him?! Is he dreaming? Is this all really happening? Now he’s not exactly a newbie when it comes to kissing, but with you, it’s different, he wants it to be different, because you’re different. He doesn’t think that he ever felt like this before with anyone but you (as cliche as it sounds, but it’s true!), so he doesn’t want to waste this opportunity on something silly like this...

“A-a k-kiss?! Really?”

“Mhm, I don’t see why not.”

But seeing the way that your eyes are shining with mischief and how you’re covering your mouth with your hand (are you laughing at him?!)...

It made something snap inside.

And this might his only chance to ever do this, and he will be damned if he misses it.

“Fine.”

You were too busy trying to gauge his reactions and not throw up your lunch to really understand what he said. “Huh?”

“I said fine! If that’s what it takes to keep Naomi happy and if it means I can finally kiss you then fine! I accept!”

“W-wait Tanizaki! I was just playing-“

He was getting too close for comfort, trapping you against the wall (is he kabedoning you?! Where did this confidence comes from?!), your arms paralyzed in the air, torn between keeping them at your sides or locking them behind his neck, bringing them in closer. “But that’s what you want, right? If that’s what it takes, then so be it.”

You really were just joking, somewhat. Of course you wanted to kiss him, his lips are on your mind at an alarming rate throughout the day, but you didn’t want to blackmail him into it. You would have never thought that he would actually agree to it! Is he really okay with this?!

“Tanizaki, you don’t have to do this seriously! I don’t want you to do anything you’re not okay with!”

“Oh but I am okay with this.”

“But-“

You didn’t have time to even think of what to say.

Tanizaki is kissing you. Your longtime crush, the guy that you’re deeply in love with, is kissing you.

And damn is he a good kisser.

You felt your eyes slide shut and your arms lock around his neck as he dropped his arms and wrapped them around your waist, bringing you closer and deepening the kiss. The time you spent imagining this moment was nothing like the real thing, this was much better. You started to doubt that he had this side to him, that he only reserved this type of intensity for whenever his sister when she’s threatened, but you were more than happy to be proven wrong. To be the one bringing this out of him has your head spinning.

You could even feel his tongue swiping at your bottom lip, his hand sliding lower-

Someone cleared their throat.

You both jumped away when you turned and saw Naomi standing in the doorway, eyes narrowed and face flushed, tapping her foot against the floor.

Shit.

Well, this is awkward.

The twins have shown how protective they are of each other, and you don’t think she’s okay with the fact that you’re making out with her older and only brother.

“O-oh hey Naomi”, you wanted to laugh when you heard his voice crack, but you kept it in after seeing her scowl. “What are you doing home s-so early?”

“They got done with the case early and said I was good to go”, she gritted through her teeth. “And I was ready to eat my cake but my appetite has been spoiled after seeing you shove your tongue down (Y/N)’s throat!”

Oh boy, this is really awkward. You didn’t even begin to know what to say. Your mouth just constantly opened and closed, gaping like a fish. But it seemed that you didn’t have to worry about it as she stomped away, huffing and puffing.

“Whatever! The only thing that’s saving you two from me is the fact that you finally confessed! Geez, I don’t have to keep hearing about ‘what if they don’t like me back’ or anymore of this lovestruck stuff. I gush over people too, but even you guys were giving me a headache with how pitiful you guys were.”

Okay, being read by her was not expected, but you guessed you deserved it, and on the plus side, it seemed that you weren’t alone in your romantic struggle and she accepted it!

“I’m going to hang out with Haruno, you lovebirds call me when you’re done. Just don’t do anything in the kitchen or in my room, and please use protection-“

“NAOMI-“

“Kidding, notreallybye~”

She shut the door before Tanizaki could protest anymore. The air was tense, until you couldn’t hold it anymore. You burst out laughing, while he just tried to ramble out an apology/excuse until he cracked a smile at you.

“Well, Zaki? Wanna pick up where we left off at? I surely do.”

“YES! I-I mean”, he cleared his throat. “Only if you’re okay with that. But I wouldn’t mind too.”

“Lead the way.”

He grabbed your hand and gently lead you to his room at a quick pace, eager just as you are to continue.

Bonus:

It still amazes you at how quick Junichiro can change, one minute being able to steal your breath away and the next gently caressing you while whispering how much he adores you. Life is great with Junichiro by your side, both as a best friend and even better as a lover.

You both almost dozed off until you heard the door slam back open again.

“Juni, are you home? You have to tell me everything with what happened with (Y/N), minus the explicit details of course- wait. Why is my slice of cake IN THE TRASH!”

Both of your eyes snapped open. You’ve guys been so...occupied that you forgot to take out the trash. Whoops.

“Oh dear big brother, count your days.”

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ii-downright-devious-confessions · 3 days ago

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What’s the freakiest kind of bug

Actually

Behind the mask of Janeircobs I’m this stupid guy.. dragongflew.. but a yellow one because I’m janeircobs and janeircobs is a little yellow man

all these confessions blogs remind me of some sort of infestation. you are all like little bugs eating my food and every time i look there are 5 more. im putting all these blogs into jars and making them fight to the death until theres just one left standing. that blog will inherit the confession blog crown

That’s actually the best description for all of them I’ve seen yet lol. They pretty much just sprung up from the ground overnight and began crawling & skittering everywhere

#not a downright devious confession #bug posting #dragonfly..

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kyoomiii · 4 years ago

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♡ Confession mishaps [hcs]

- ➣. . . ❝ hey i was wondering if you could do a kenma kuroo and bokuto (separately and if u do that many😂) where they try to ask their crush out but since the crush had been bullied in middle school, she thinks it’s a prank and kinda gets upset? thank u sm! ❞

― 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @ anonie ―

- ✎ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 ❝ kenma, kuroo, and bokuto ❞

- [ 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): there aren’t any explicit mentions of the bullying, however there are references to insecurities ]

- ⚘ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 ❝ fluff, angst if you squint ❞

�� sorry for the long wait anonnie, but hopefully this is to your liking <3 ❞

-yoomi ♡

The experience as a whole is new to Kenma. He had never taken interest in people before, always wary but never seeking.

He didn’t understand the clench of his heart, or the flush of his cheeks. He doesn’t know why you make his heart thunder in his chest, beating so quickly he fears it might pop out.

He doesn’t get it, so he ignores it, let it be the way it is because thinking about it too much gives him a headache, it fills him with anxiety.

On the other hand, Kuroo, he notices, sees the lingering glances from his friend and the gentle pink that dusts the apples of Kenma’s cheeks. He’s probably more excited about the whole ordeal than Kenma himself is, and he definitely can’t help that he feels he has to meddle a little, because at this point he fears Kenma will let the opportunity slip. Especially now as he inwardly cringes at Kenma's lack of motivation, despite the obvious (to him at least) longing in Kenma’s eyes.

“Kenma-”

“No.”

“You didn’t even know what I was going to say.”

“I don’t have to… I already know it’s going to be a bad idea.”

“Ouch, I was just going to say that you should tell y/n about your little crush, ya know before someone beats you to it.”

“I do not have a crush.”

“You do.”

“Do not.”

“Do too~”

“Whatever…”

“So you do!”

“... No.”

As the day draws to a close, Kuroo somehow manages to recruit Lev into his little devious scheme. The poor tall unsuspecting kitten is oblivious to the dangerous glint in Kuroo’s eyes. Even now, as the two peer around the corner of the entryway, eyes locked onto the pudding haired boy they call their fiend.

Their attention quickly snaps to you as you enter the scene, walking at a mild pace as you go to meet the unsuspecting Kenma, who stiffens at your sudden appearance, shoulders visibly tensing.

You were never close to Kenma, you were in the same grade and shared some classes, but the interactions remained limited, only ever resulting in conversations regarding schoolwork, or the occasional greeting.

Even so, you had found yourself engrossed by the boy who spoke so little some didn’t think he had a voice. He was in a way enchanting, to you at least. And perhaps you had grown a little too fond of him, admiring from afar, but keeping distance out of fear.

So it truly did surprise you when you received that little piece of paper, words written just a tad bit messy, and the words nothing short of sweet and endearing. The piece signed with a simple “from Kenma”

“Kozume-san I received your letter, it was very sweet.”

“...Letter?”

“Your love letter…?”

“Why would I send you a love letter?”

Kenma knows, as soon as your brows pinch, frown etched into your features he had messed up. He didn’t mean to sound harsh but your sudden appearance, and the mention of a love letter from him nonetheless startled him beyond belief. He liked you of course, but he needed time to ease into it, and this sudden crash of feelings and uncertainty filled his entire being with anxiety.

“I see… I’m sorry to have bothered you Kozume-san. Forgive me, I should have known better.”

He doesn’t miss the little scoff that falls from your lips, or the way that tears threaten to spill from those eyes that he’s grown to love so much.

“Have a nice day.”

“-Wait l/n-san.”

Kenma is surprised he can even hear his own voice, especially as his heart beats faster than it ever has before. He must’ve been a little loud, he concludes judging by your surprised expression.

“I...Eh…”

“Kozume-san?”

“I do like you… I just didn’t send that letter.”

An eruption of feelings explode within you like fireworks lighting up the night sky. You feel your breathing suddenly stop as your lungs suddenly find themselves unable to function properly as your brain malfunctions. He likes you back.

“l/n-san?-”

“I like you too!”

The sudden outburst leaves behind an awkward silence, both faces flushed hands sweating as you stare at one another unsure and panicked.

“Just y/n.”

“What?”

“Please just call me y/n.”

“Then please call me Kenma.”

And as you gently grasp onto his hand, the two of you become too distracted to notice the grinning cats just around the corner.

“KISS ALREADY!”

“Oh my god…”

Kuroo Tetsurou is nothing short of honest, he knows this, and deep down it’s something he prides himself in. However his current predicament is churning the little devious gears in his head.

Something as simple as an ex-girlfriend who can’t seem to take a hint has been driving him up the wall, and he is more than tired- he is downright exhausted.

For weeks on end it seems as if she’s around every corner, lurking, waiting, watching. Just to pounce on him, begging to get back together. And being the honest man he is, he tells her the same thing over and over.

“I’m sorry, I’m not interested.”

And today she seemed to be especially present, tailing after him when she could and bothering him to the point where he felt like he might explode.

Don’t get him wrong, he still cared for her to an extent, she was a friend before she was someone he had romantic feelings for and he didn’t want to burn that bridge between them. But still, things were getting out of hand and maybe a little push would stir her away.

Peeking around the corner he makes a break for it, however, despite his best attempts at hiding it seems that his height and unmistakable rooster bed head places him at a disadvantage.

“Tetsu-kun!”

Quick, he thinks as his eyes dart around the hall, landing on face after face until he recognizes someone he knows.

Dodging bodies and receiving dirty glares from students who were nearly trampled, he swiftly makes his way over to you.

You had known Kuroo Tetsurou since your first year of highschool, the two of you were friends, and you often hung out with him and the other third years on the Nekoma volleyball team, but your platonic feelings for him soon grew into something much more.

He was sweet after all, a genuine person with good intentions even if his face and his naughty grin said otherwise.

You were never sure if your feelings would be returned so you kept quiet, admiring from a distance as he held the hand of another girl, because you didn’t feel like he would spare you a glance in terms of romance.

But as he comes barreling towards you, his frame pinning you to the wall, face much too close to be played off as anything but romantic, you hope that maybe, just maybe there might be something there that isn’t platonic, that isn’t him looking at you as if you were just a friend.

“Tetsurou-”

“Shh…”

Flustered and embarrassed you stay quiet hiding your face away from the prying eyes of students who are curious at the scene playing out before them.

Much to your dismay and relief, the moment lasts for only a mere fraction of a minute, and Kuroo releases you with a sigh.

“Thanks for playing along y/n.”

Your hopes are immediately crushed, but at the same time you chide yourself because you should know better. Someone like Kuroo Tetsurou would never admire you the way you admired him.

“It’s… No problem.”

And you don’t mean for your voice to waver, or for your hands to tremble as you become flustered beyond belief for thinking otherwise.

“If you don’t mind I need to go.”

You speak hurriedly because you fear that he’ll see the way your eyes water, or hear the way your voice wavers.

“Wait y/n!”

Despite the call of your name you don’t stop, you can’t stop, you can’t let him see you like this because he’ll see right through you with those perceptive eyes.

It’s only the gentle grip of a hand around your wrist that brings you to a halt, hazel eyes peering down at you as you struggle to gently tug away from his hold on you.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable”

“It’s okay Tetsurou, really.”

“No, I clearly upset you and what I did wasn’t cool…”

“That’s not why I’m upset.”

You huff, the tears you tried so hard to hold in spilling down your cheeks and landing on the linoleum flooring in small puddles. You inhale shakily eyes closing for a moment to recoup, you decide that it might as well be now than never.

“I just- really like you. And I don’t know, I felt I had a chance a second ago. It was silly of me to think that. It’s okay if you don’t return my feelings- or heck if you don’t want to be friends anymore I get it.”

Kuroo is shocked, eyes wide and mouth almost agap. He’s almost speechless, after months of pinning he thought it was obvious.

“You’re so dense you know that?”

“.....What?”

“I like you too. I thought I was making that obvious.”

His obnoxious laughter that you’ve grown to love fills the now empty halls.

“How about I take you on a proper date, this weekend?”

“I’d like that.”

If there was one way you’d describe Bokuto Koutarou it would be sunshine. Sure he had a knack for falling into his so-called “emo mode” but even then he seemed to pick himself up just as quick as he’d let himself fall.

It was something you admire most about him, his endless bounds of energy that seemed to radiate from his dazzling being. Bokuto Koutarou is nothing short of a ray of sunshine.

On the other hand another word you’d use to describe him would be dense.

Could he really not tell your interest in him? Or was it that he chose to ignore it? Did he purposefully disregard your lingering glances, your shy touches, or you softening eyes? He had no obligation to return your feelings, you understood that. But that factor didn’t ease the continuous chipping curiosity had at your mind.

Even now, as Bokuto comes bounding up to you, frame as broad as always and grin stretched wider than the sea.

“y/n~”

He calls before completely engulfing you with his whole body weight sending both of you tumbling to the ground.

“Koutarou you can’t just do that.”

Your whines of disapproval trail through one ear and out the other as his bubbling laughter sounds throughout the gym.

“I’m sorry y/n I’m just so happy to see you.”

You can feel your cheeks heat up, your palms becoming sweaty at his sudden declaration. You knew Bokuto was always open with his affections, always one to be friendly to anyone and everyone, but the thought of him being happy to see you seemed to set your heart aflutter.

Nevertheless you try to brush those feelings aside, gently ruffling the hair atop his head, something that had quickly become a norm after he expressed his fondness of the action.

“I’m happy to see you too Kou.”

“Let me just grab my stuff and we can get going.”

He chimes happily as he releases you from his hold, bounding off to the locker room to retrieve his belongings. His broad shoulders face you, and it’s then that he doesn’t see the look of yearning in your eyes.

“You should tell him how you feel.”

A voice suddenly states, startling you from your trance, Their words registering in your head quickly, sending a flare to your face.

“I don’t know what you mean Akaashi.”

You stutter out, though Akaashi doesn’t seem to be the least bit convinced. His emerald eyes hold clear skepticism as he quirks a brow at you.

“l/n-san, you’d have to be blind not to see your clear infatuation with him. But if you’re not up to it I won’t intervene. It’s not my place.”

His damage is swift and powerful, leaving you in a state of bewilderment despite him leaving just as quickly as he arrived. Akaashi Keiji could be scary…

“ y/n, is something the matter?”

“Ah-Kou. No, just some stuff of my mind I guess…”

“Kay… But I hope you know I’m always going to be here, so you can tell me anything you want.”

And for what seemed like the millionth time that day, your heart began beating rapidly, pounding in your chest to the point where through the duration of the entire walk home you couldn’t hear anything but the constant thumping in your ears despite Bokuto’s ramblings. Akaashi’s words playing in your mind like a broken record “You should tell him how you feel”

“Koutarou I like you.”

For the first time silence falls between both of you and you fear you may have ruined one of the best friendships you’ve ever had.

“As in like like?”

“I mean… What other like is there…?”

His laughter feels the air, and suddenly you feel the world around you crashing down.

“I like you too. I thought I was making it obvious.”

Your head whips around to meet his gaze, golden eyes emitting pure happiness.

“What?”

“I like you too y/n… I guess we’re both a little dense huh?”

Dense indeed.

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tothemeadow · 4 years ago

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~*ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ OᑎE*~

warnings: alcohol consumption, oral sex

words: 2.8k

Prologue

Perhaps you should’ve have taken Daki more seriously. After that fateful night at the so-called gathering, she’s become adamant on getting you hooked onto the luxurious life. Frankly, you thought the rest of the night was a bore, watching rich people mill about, talking to each other about issues that you could wish to understand. The only thing that really kept you going was the company of your best friend and the delicious edibles set on the many tables.

Time and time again, Daki brought up the encounter you had with Idris’ friends – could they even be called that? She gushed about how handsome Rengoku Kyojuro was, how darling it would be to hang off his arm. You noticed the suggestive hint to her tone; you knew exactly where her train of thoughts was going, and you’d be damned if she acted upon them.

In fact, you’re entirely positive that she’s planning on whisking you into her lifestyle. Even now, as you sit in some one-roomed, slinky club, she taps a manicured finger against her chin. The place itself is dripping with wealth, from the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the clusters of velvet chairs, right down to the mahogany bar you sit at. You don’t have the slightest clue how Daki knows of a place like this, but – judging from the few other patrons acquainting the place – it’s meant for those types of meetings. You have the slightest inkling that this is where she met Idris in the first place.

Glancing over at her, you can understand why Idris was drawn to her in the first place; of course, Daki has always been insanely beautiful, but her sense of fashion is impeccable. Combined with her short skirt and the thick platforms on her feet, her legs are long, soft. She looks like she just came off straight off a runway; she might as well have, if the big Chanel logo on her beret hints at anything. She’s perfect sugar baby material, and you’d be lying if you’d say you didn’t respect her for pulling off such a feat.

“Mitsuri really liked you,” Daki’s saying. You snap back to attention, mentally cursing yourself out for getting lost in your thoughts. “She thinks you’re really pretty, too.”

Ah, Kanroji Mitsuri: renowned fashion designer and easily one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever met. Her welcoming, bubbly personality had definitely struck a chord inside you, and you were more than thankful that she had been so nice. Hearing something like that, though… Well…

Staring down at your wine, you swirl the deep red fluid around in your glass. “She’s just being nice,” you say, deflecting the compliment. You didn’t want to get your hopes up for nothing.

Rolling her eyes, Daki pops a grape into her mouth and waggles a finger at you. “Listen here, darling; Kanroji Mitsuri thinks you’re pretty. I wouldn’t take that so lightly.”

“You’re also drop dead gorgeous,” you shoot right back. “Of course you wouldn’t take it so lightly.”

“You’re missing the point,” Daki says with a sigh. “An insanely hot and rich woman – who has a great personality, by the way – is interested in you. By the way you two were talking at the gathering, it’s almost like you two have known each other forever.”

Deciding to take the bait, you set your wineglass down and turn towards her. “So what am I supposed to do?”

“Go on a date with her, obviously. I know Mitsuri will treat you right. And, if the night ends well…” Trailing off, she follows up with a giggle. “We’d be sugar sisters.”

“Come again?”

“Oh, come on, (y/n)! Think about how much fun it’ll be! Mitsuri will spoil you rotten and you’ll have mind-blowing sex.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head at the unexpected confession. Wait, did that mean…?

Daki flashes you a sly look. “What, you don’t think I only like men, do you? I may have fucked around with Mitsuri once or twice… But it was only a physical attraction, nothing more. Sometimes you just need to get with a woman.”

Embarrassment crawls up your neck at the mere idea of Daki and Mitsuri engaging in certain… activities. Warmth floods your system; you should be ashamed of thinking of your friend like that, but she did just tell you something you particularly didn’t want to know. And, truth be told, you are growing the slightest bit curious as to how Mitsuri’s like in bed…

A smirk pulls at the corners of Daki’s pretty mouth. She obviously knows what’s going on in your head – the two of you have been friends long enough for it to be second nature at this point. However, it still catches you by surprise as she fishes out a little piece of paper and slides it across the bar to you. “Since you’re clearly thinking about it, have her number,” she purrs. “I don’t think you’ll regret giving her a call.”

Taking the paper into your hands, you examine the neat, curly writing. You can imagine Mitsuri writing down the number, a flattering smile on her face. Your heart nearly skips a beat; did she really feel attracted to you? It’s just that, well, somebody at her social standing would usually stick to someone in the same group. You’re nowhere near it, so to have something like this happen… It’s kind of incredible.

You sigh. “Fuck it. I’ll call her.”

Daki eagerly claps her hands. “That’s my girl!”

On second thought, you might be regretting your decision.

Around you, the delicate clank of crystal glasses and fine platters intermingle with the soothing piano music. Other patrons talk amongst themselves, the slight murmur of dozens of voices reminding you of a hoard of bees. Some call out to the waiters passing by, wanting them to refill their glasses or get the check.

The dim, golden light makes the place ethereal, a heavenly glow surrounding everyone’s heads. Your hands glide over the spotless tablecloth, the pristine white of it practically mocking you. Jeez, if a single drop of wine spills on it, they’d probably just throw it away. Damn rich people and their ways – the mere idea of how much this tablecloth costs has your head spinning.

“You don’t have to look so scared,” Mitsuri says. “Believe it or not, but everyone here is just like you.”

You nearly scoff at that. You want to tell her that no, nobody is like you. You’re not rich and swanky, not by a long shot. Besides, this is Kanroji Mitsuri you’re speaking to. She’s part of this crowd; and since she’s a renowned fashion designer with a fairly large following, she’s practically a celebrity.

“I find that hard to believe,” you mutter. Picking up your glass, you take a careful sip of water, not wanting to cause a spill and embarrass yourself.

It’s not helping your nerves in the slightest that Mitsuri looks the way she does; hair pulled into a high ponytail, a slinky dress with a plunging neckline, dangling earrings that reflect the soft golden light. You don’t want to be disrespectful and stare at her pure, creamy skin, but it’s so hard. She’s downright beautiful – breathtaking, even – and it’s a challenge to keep your head on straight.

Her green eyes practically light up at your comment, a light giggle passing through her plump lips. “Everyone feels the pressure, you know. The need to keep up a perfect façade. It’s a shame, really, how so many people in this room wear a mask constantly.” She sighs, then, leaning forward and perching an elbow on the table and resting her chin in her palm. “I’ll be truthful, darling. The very first moment I met you, I knew you’d be different. You’re not some stuck-up corporate brat who’s too deep in their own shit to know right from left anymore. It’s refreshing.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. She hit the nail right on the head; sure, the upper class are usually depicted as being entitled assholes, but to hear it from Mitsuri? That’s just gold. She joins in on your laughter, the sweet, tinkling sound gracing your ears. It’s actually incredible how comfortable you feel around her, despite only knowing her for a couple of days.

“Plus,” Mitsuri continues, her laughter dying down, “I think you’re really cute.”

Scoffing, you try to downplay the excited fluttering in your heart. She’s almost been gushing about how nice you look all night, how much of a pleasantry it was that Daki introduced the two of you. Even better, she was so freaking ecstatic that you called her. Okay, yeah, so maybe you’re interested in Mitsuri. Who wouldn’t be? With the personality of a puppy and the looks of a supermodel, how could anyone say no to her?

“Now you’re just spoiling me,” you tell her.

“What can I say?” Mitsuri replies, voice smooth. “You deserve to be spoiled.”

Shock floods your system, sucks almost all the air from your lungs. Jaw dropping, you gape at her, completely at a loss for words. It doesn’t matter, though; your waiter comes back with the meals the two of you’ve ordered, placing them down gently on the table and busying himself with pouring glasses of wine.

“Enjoy the meal, ladies,” he says, his thick accent flooding his words. With a polite bow, he takes his departure, stepping away with quick, precise movements.

Staring down at the food you ordered, your mouth begins to water. Even though you aren’t the biggest fan of these damned rich people, you’ve got to admit that you’re jealous of the things they eat. Like, look at this! This is something King Midas would eat himself!

“It’s almost as if you’ve never eaten before,” Mitsuri says along with another adorable giggle. “If that’s your reaction, then I’m going to have to take you to every high-end restaurant in town!”

“What? No! Mitsuri, you don’t have to do that!” you ramble. “It’s just… Well…”

“Oh, come on. I want to.” Mitsuri pauses, then, picking up her glass with slender fingers and taking a sip of her wine. “I agree with Daki, you know,” she continues, “I think the two of us could have a lot of fun together.”

“…I’m afraid I don’t understand…?”

Mitsuri casts a devious smile over the rim of her glass at you. “Don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll find out soon enough.”

If you can recall it correctly, there’s a saying that would fit perfectly into this moment – blame it on the alcohol. Oh, but you’re not stupid. No, you at least have the guts to own up to your actions, as great or as stupid as they can be. That being said, you don’t want to admit to how desperate you’re feeling.

You didn’t doubt Daki for a single moment. As kind as she is beautiful, Mitsuri is the perfect package. She only managed to prove that point over and over again throughout the evening, swapping stories and genuinely taking the time to get to know you better. You still can’t believe she’s taken so much interest in you, but you aren’t going to complain about it any time soon. In fact, you’re glad that she’s into you.

Perhaps it was your tipsy mind that made you say yes; that’s what you want to believe, anyway. You don’t want to own up to the fact that you practically jumped at the opportunity of Mitsuri taking you home, to some swanky penthouse in one of the richest parts of the city. You barely had any time to gawk at the immaculate décor or overpriced furniture; no, what you got was a short tour as Mitsuri drug you off towards her bedroom.

The moments from there on out became nothing more than a blur. Clothing being slipped off, hands roaming over bare skin, the delicious heat of Mitsuri’s mouth. Your mind is still reeling from the turn of events, but you don’t have a single chance to think about it.

Heavy pants break through your lips, grace the still air in Mitsuri’s bedroom. The mattress is large, unforgivably so, topped with some of the softest blankets you’ve ever felt. Settled between your open legs, Mitsuri looks nothing short of perfection; long ponytail clutched in your grasp, her full eyelashes fluttering, the prettiest of blushes on her face, she’s a remarkable piece of art, reserved for your eyes only. The sounds spilling from between your legs is utterly sinful. Her lips and tongue eagerly work away at your sopping cunt, break down your walls until you’re a moaning mess.

“Fuck, Mitsuri,” you breathe, voice turning shrill towards the end. “That feels so good.”

Mitsuri moans at the praise, her manicured nails digging into the plush flesh of your thighs. Arching her back even more, you’re presented with a better view of her godly ass, the defined dimples on her back. She’s too gorgeous to handle, too fucking sexy. Giving her ponytail a yank, you relish in the pleased hum vibrating in the back of her throat.

“Naughty girl,” Misturi purrs as she pulls away. A mix of slick and smeared lipstick cover her lips, the lewd shine making your insides tighten. “I didn’t say you could do that, now did I?” The mere controlling tone of her voice causes another fat drop of slick to push its way out of your pussy. Eyes locking onto the sight, Mitsuri cracks a salacious smile. “Does baby girl like being talked down to?”

“Don’t… Don’t say it like that,” you whimper.

“I’m just speaking the truth,” Mitsuri purrs. “It’s not my fault this pretty little pussy likes it.” With her words, she traces a finger up and down your slit, collecting even more slick. Waggling the coated finger in your vision, she makes sure your eyes are on her before she slips it into her mouth, her swollen lips wrapping around it. “So tasty,” she moans. “So fucking sweet. You’re a real treat, you know that? It’s a shame Daki didn’t introduce us earlier.”

“Mitsuri-“

“Ah-ah-ah, don’t call me that,” she warns, the honey in her voice turning into something darker, heavier. You swallow thickly. “If you don’t mind, sweets… Call me Mommy. That is, unless you don’t want to cum? That works too.”

Oh, god, with an expression like that and her fingers playing with your sex, you’ll call her anything. “Mommy,” you murmur, “please.”

“Hmmm… What was that?”

Clenching the blankets between your fingers, you call out louder, “Mommy, please!” A loud gasp bursts from your throat, then, as Misturi shoves three fingers into you with no hesitation whatsoever. Her mouth descends on your clit once more, a pleased hum escaping her mouth at your sweet, sweet taste. Your hips buck into her wildly, your back arching off the mattress.

Mind clearing, vision turning fuzzy, your orgasm crashes over, your slick spilling all over her fingers and onto the blankets below. Mitsuri chuckles at that, seemingly pleased with both herself and your reaction. She keeps pressing on, though, her mouth and fingers working you through a second orgasm, and then a third. She’s relentless in her quest to make you cum over and over again, leaving you a shaking, crying mess of overstimulated nerves.

“Oh baby,” Mitsuri purrs once she pulls her mouth away. “You’re such a good girl to me, aren’t you? I’ll groom you real nice, shape you into something utterly perfect,” she continues, leaning in close and brushing her lips against your ear. “You’ll let me, won’t you? Come on, baby, let’s have some fun.” Shuffling up your body, she perches herself over your face, thick thighs encasing your head. “Be a darling and help me out, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy,” you coo. “Yes.”

In the end, Daki got what she wanted – a sugar sister.

Granted, you weren’t super eager to jump on the opportunity at first, but after some convincing from Mitsuri, you figured why not? As long as it’s with Mitsuri, there’s no harm, really. Plus, if you’re going to continue having incredible nights with her… Hell, of course you’re gonna agree!

“So, how did the date go?” Kyojuro’s voice rings through the phone. He sounds a bit too eager to hear the fine, juicy details.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Mitsuri teases. Sitting comfortably next to you in bed, she scans her eyes of your sleeping form, at your bare arms and shoulders unhidden from the blankets. She smiles. “It went great, actually,” she says, voice gentle. “(y/n)’s incredible.”

“She’s a looker, too,” Kyojuro says. Even though Mitsuri can’t see him, she knows he’s smirking. “Real beauty.”

“Heh. It almost sounds like you want me to share her.”

Kyojuro huffs in amusement. “Now that sounds like a good idea. Even Tengen wouldn’t shut up about her after she left. Maybe if you’re feeling generous…?”

Running her fingers over your smooth skin, Mitsuri bites her lip. “…Maybe. If she wants to be shared, that’s up to her. Either way…” she trails off, gives a light giggle. “She’s great in bed.”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny pillars #kny pillars x reader #kny hashira #kny hashira x reader #diamonds are a girl's best friend series

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lapetiteshippeuse · 4 years ago

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The D. Gray-Man Rare Pair Week : Alternative Universe Extravaganza (Creature Feature)

Keyword chosen : Demons Format chosen : headcanon The Rare Pair chosen : Allen Walker and Road Kamelot

Hello everyone !

I am very happy to have chosen to take on the challenge of “DGM Rare Pair Week” ! This is my first time participating in a "DGM Week" and I am very excited !

For today, I have chosen to prove, in a headcanon, how Road and Allen could be a couple that could enters in the canon of events.

Two small things to specify first :

First of all, remember that as you have seen, the program requires a change of universe. However, I choose to keep the universe and the Hoshino canon. After all, the theme and keyword of the day seem to match, and @letspleasuretogether told me that everything would be ok ^^ So let's keep going!

Then, know that I am doing this out of pure fan service because I love this ship, but behind it I have found that making this ship canon is HARDER than you think. It was very hard to find romantic coherence. So much that, yes, I confess that there are some arguments in this post that I don't fully believe. I doubt it even enough. But again, I'm doing this in pure fangirl.

Here's how it's going : being a college student, I couldn't help but follow the classic plan to produce a plausible and cohesive and brilliant argument to illustrate an idea : introduction / development / conclusion. (note though that I won't be doing an introduction at all : I would introduce the characters there, and I'd rather not waste time with that, because I can imagine that any DGM fan here is pretty much familiar with the characters in this game, Allen Walker and Road Kamelot. Let's just say you're reading the introduction to this post right now!) I'll pick a timeline-style plan here, which will be built according to the sequence of events over time in the manga.

As a consequence, I prefer to warn you : this is gonna be a very long post ! I hope you have time right now ! If it’s not the case, you can come back later.

One last thing : please, be kind. I’m so tired right now, I gave very much time to write all of this, once again this is gonna be VERY long. So please, no insults, because you’re not a Roallen shipper. Thank you very much for that.

And precisely speaking of that, here is the main idea that I will illustrate ! Now let's start the development :

The Roallen ship is a combination of kindness and humanity, which distorts and intoxicates the relationship between the two characters.

Road Kamelot, antagonist.

Allen Walker, protagonist.

The two met as enemies. It is this enemy context that we will attribute to our first part.

And at first, we will see this humanity side of the ship, orchestrated by Road. Road’s humanity, which we will illustrate with one of her lines: " (I am) Just a human being », in the city backwards. This sums up the essence of this ship in one sentence.

The first thing that will surprise the reader / viewer is Road's hugging Allen.

First the shape, or what may already be visible. It's true that it's still disturbing : this is the first time that I have personally seen an antagonist hugs a protagonist, so close. Seriously, where did it come from? The introductions aren't even made yet, as Road tightens her arms around Allen. Then, the bottom, what does it say? "Do you feel this heat?" She will tell Allen about the softness, warmth and security that a hug can provide. She goes on to say that it is an emotional sensation that only a human being can experience. Her name is Road Kamelot, and she is a human being, and she is capable of tender gestures. This is her personal way of introducing herself. No, she doesn't seem to mean at first glance that she is sadistic, cruel, sociopath and psychopath at the same time. Her name is Road, she's a human, and she loves hugs.

Note also that when the fight ends in the city backwards, Road leaves without killing Allen and Lenalee.

Allen and Road's face-to-face (rather, back-to-back) makes it likely that there is only a yard between them and Road chooses not to end it just yet. (A little candle lightning in the heart, and then it's flaky !). But she's going to declare to Allen "I'll be back to play with you Allen," openly proclaiming that she would like to see him again (so no doubt about that). To hurt him again of course, but THAT’S JUST THE BEGINNING OF THIS SHIP’S STORY ;) Still, Road didn’t kill Allen, when the opportunity was too good. And this scene, where she chooses to miss this opportunity, there are quite a few that look alike like that! (But I'll come back to that...)

And Allen in all of this?

Well, because of his personality, Allen brings the theme of kindness to this ship and believe me, kindness is not without consequence.

Road : Are you intended to kill me ?

Allen : I must defeat you.

Road : It’s useless, you cannot kill me.

Remember that saving tormented souls is Allen's reason for living. He has it on his conscience if he can't save everyone (akumas for the left hand, humans for the right hand).

At the end of the city's fight backwards, you would think Allen would win the fight against Road by destroying the three akumas and without her being able to recover Miranda's innocence, or kill her, or kill the exorcists (by the way, I wonder what the character really wants).

You would think the fight ends on a score of Allen 1 - 0 Road.

It is not so.

In truth, it's an equality, ball in the middle (1 - 1).

Let me explain : in a bad, as in a good intention, Road scored a point, at the time of their last dialogue, while Allen points his innocence right at her, before she leaves by her door. She tells Allen not to shoot, and then explains why.

First, the bad intention : she reminds him that his hand being a weapon, that is to say implicitly that Allen, himself, is a weapon. Allen then remembers that earlier, when meeting them, Road confessed that a weapon was designed for the sole purpose of "humans killing other humans." This is pure provocation, to put Allen a little more beside himself : she calls him a murderer, when Allen is quite the opposite. On the other hand, also remembering innocence has no effect on Road, so right now is not the time to point his innocence at her. All she does is manipulate him. It is a double-edged sword. One point for Road.

Now, let's note the good intention our little sadist wants to send to the protagonist : if she tells him not to shoot, it's for a good reason. "You really have a heart of gold Allen," she will tell him. It seems like a warning, a limit for telling Allen he's going too far : by pointing his gun at her, he is pointing his gun at a human (as she introduced herself to him). But if Allen kills her, that makes him a murderer ; or whatever he isn't, and whatever he swore he wouldn't become. It might sound strange, but Road seems to warn Allen not to fall into the dark side. Not to be so cruel (she realizes that this is not his style, since he has "a heart of gold"). And that makes him reflect on his duty as an exorcist : an exorcist is not an assassin. She appeals to his kindness again. In this way, Road makes Allen feel a lot of things contrary to each other : she makes him doubt of himself but also allows him to question himself better.

Road must stay alive at the end of this scene : Hoshino therefore went out of her way to show the relationship between the two characters, why he shouldn't kill her, and that's what the characters are talking about, in this face-to-face.

Personally, as an anecdote, I find this scene much tastier in the French version (in the anime) : while Road is gone, you can hear Allen say "Shit". But in the French version, it says "Je t’attends, Road." that we can translate in “I’m waiting for you, Road” WHICH SHOWS THAT THE DYNAMISM OF THIS RELATIONSHIP IS ONLY BEGINNING !!! The duality is posited ; the staging and the atmosphere are at their peak during this confrontation, regarding the nature of this relationship between these two characters, brought to meet again.

Later in the manga, Road and Allen will meet again : first in the Ark, where Road is shown an attraction to Allen.

Then they will meet again in the neighborhoods of the American branch during the Alma Karma arc. This is where their relationship will evolve, this time in an ally context, which concerns them mutually.

Now getting back to Road’s humanity, I would first like to answer a quick question that many fans have : As Sheryl Kamelot asked Bookman, what was the nature of her relationship with the Fourteenth?

Many assume that these two characters shared a romantic relationship. This is a legitimate assumption. After all, Sheryl knowing that Allen Walker is the fourteenth and having noticed that her daughter seems attracted to her host, and knowing that he learns that the latter is partly the cause of her disappearance, Road having tried to protect him before he asks Bookman this question, it doesn't seem indecent to think that Road may have been in love with the Fourteenth. However (and this is only my personal opinion), I do not agree with this : firstly because, for a manga where the plot seems to become more and more complex, that would be a bit too much "easy". All of the sudden, that's what the mangaka wants us to believe, and what she's trying to tell us is "it's more complicated than that". Secondly, because I consider, as a reader, that Hoshino seeks above all to demonstrate that Neah and Allen are completely opposite characters in terms of personality :

Neah wants the destruction of humanity, he is a murderer ; Allen, meanwhile, wants the world to be saved, at any cost

Neah wants to become the new Millenium Earl ; Allen wants to destroy it.

Neah would kill innocent people to achieve these ends ; Allen cannot kill humans, even Noahs, his kindness and compassion are great

Neah is sadistic, devious and manipulative ; does not look like Allen

Finally, Neah seems to be just downright cold ; Allen is a warm person

Road did know Nea, well enough to know him enough to know that Nea and Allen are clearly not the same person. If a D. Gray-Man character gets it right, it's Road.

Besides, I think that knowing that Neah has taken possession of Allen, seems to upset Road more than anything else.

When she reads the paper certifying it (paper by the way that looks like an official paper, "formalizing" that Allen is therefore doomed to disappear), she becomes melancholy, following this news. As if she would have preferred, like Cross, that it had fallen on someone other than him. (That being so, a moderately valid argument, since looking at the paper, she mentions the fact that Nea tried to kill the Earl, and it would not be indecent to think that this would be what bothers her more than anything else ; but again, I don't think this reflects any love towards the Fourteenth - I think Nea was a beautiful person who unfortunately went wrong, kind of like Anakin Skywalker).

Likewise, a reply from Sheryl : "Road ? Is there a hint of tenderness in you voice when you say “Allen” ?" only fuels the potential attraction Road feels for Allen, as Road goes to ask the Earl: "...". She seems to be showing more and more concern for him.

Finally, it can also be remembered that in The Ark, Road told Allen that she would not hesitate to kill him if she touches a single hair in his family. Yet, in the rest of the story, it seems obvious that she cares about him just AS MUCH AS her family. Road wants to protect her family at all costs, because she has already lost her first thirty five years ago ; but Road, she also wants to protect Allen.

He and Road will first approach in another world ; memories of Kanda and Alma. Personally, I really like this scenario, because it gives an isolating feel to two characters who come together for the first time, before they get even closer in the real world. In the memories of Kanda, a world where no one can see them, she crosses the enemy line and joins him in the memories of the Japanese: while he almost gets swallowed up by the memory of Kanda, Road saves him the life, hugs him once again and reminds him of who he is so that he remains aware that they are in the past. She is particularly worried about him. But again, the opportunity is too good for Road to do away with the fourteenth : she could let Allen be swallowed up by Kanda's memory so that there is no fourteenth at all. But she leaves Allen alive. Again, it's probably to see Nea again, but again, I honestly don't think Road is in love with the Fourteenth. She looks at Allen, she knows that he's the one she's talking to, knows Nea well enough to know he's not Allen (she repeats "Allen" a lot of times in this scene, by the way).

Especially since I specify that she runs her hand through her hair, as a sign of affection, and that in general (and this is why I say IN GENERAL, not everyone does), it seems to be a love reflex, or very affectionate, more than just plain friendly.

Also, a certain ambiguous moment in the dynamics of the two characters is present, when Allen asks Road if the revival of Alma Karma is part of the Central Administration plan. The two are particularly close to each other (seriously, as a reader I thought they would kiss), and Road will give Allen a friendly look. The latter seems intimidated, as he probably didn't think she was capable of having any such feelings.

Additionally, Road is going to help Allen understand the Exorcists' Second Project, which is a key moment and element in this story arc, and therefore proves to be a very good ally to Allen. At this point, she doesn't seem mean and sadistic at all ; she will even help the hero on his way. And rather than showing that Alma's awakening is the work of Noahs, she especially wants to let him know that it is also the work of the Central Administration, to qualify what we are talking about here way of saying that the Noahs are not the only wicked).

Finally, to highlight once again the French translation of the manga, when Alma Karma comes out of nowhere and surprises Allen and Road when they are connected to Allen's memory, sound effects written in Japanese are inscribed. But only a French translation exists (yes I looked for it. No I'm not obsessed) : "Ils se rapprochent à vitesse grand V !”, which can be translated as “They are getting closer at high speed !" I have the feeling that this is almost the mangaka talking to us, if I'm not mistaken ^^. Or maybe it's a simple "instant ship" moment rather than consistency and a love canon.

Later still, Allen and Road are going to get closer in the real world, and there are only more and more emotions (therefore, drama) : first, when they meet again when Allen is imprisoned by the Central Administration in return of mission is attacked by Apocryphos, when Road enters in scene, the first thing she chooses to do, it is to take him in her arms, ONCE AGAIN. And that's not all : once again, she will produce an emotional, warm embrace and reassure Allen. In this rush, she doesn't seem to be paying attention to what Tyki, or her family, may think (he himself suspects something about not bringing Sheryl). And once again, the opportunity is too good to finish with Allen : she can let Nea continuing to metamorphose into him to finish it off faster with the fourteenth, but she does not. Because killing the fourteenth, is go back killing Allen. Choice that Road doesn’t want to see that happen, if it comes to.

And shortly thereafter, not only do we climb in emotion, but also in action, which produces more and more drama : Road will sacrifice herself and take a punch in Allen's place, to the point that it makes her disappear (that is, she must genuinely have tender affection for Allen). (Has Lenalee ever done this for Allen ???) Finally, before disappearing, her last words : Road is crying, for the first time she is very moved, and very vulnerable. She is therefore very capable of humanity.

This is where I'm going from the start of this second part : to me, it's clear, Road is in love with Allen. There is no evil or unhealthy manipulation technique, no cruelty, not even slight flirtation. There is even tenderness and emotion. Road doesn't want to lose Allen ; for me, she refuses the reincarnation of Nea in him, she chooses to protect him at any cost, even if she disappears, and does not care of what her family might think about it (Sheryl, Tyki). From there, it's not flirting anymore, but the birth of her loving feelings towards him.

To wrap up this development, we're going to revisit Allen's goodness, and this time focus on this evolved relationship and his “alliance” to Road, and most importantly, the fact that he can't kill her, he'll even tolerate her presence.

First, in the Ark, Allen chooses not to kill either her or Tyki, but rather exorcises them if he has to go through it (of course, what he doesn't know is is that we have to go through murder to exorcise them from Noah who are in them). This is what happens with Tyki Mikk, even if it fails. When Lavi Bookman comes to himself, he almost goes to the point of committing suicide by burning himself, but he chooses to take Road with him to death (though that also fails). Lavi stabs her, he knows he can go this far with an enemy ; but it’s a choice Allen couldn’t make (even Lavi is also going to suspect something, comically, after Road has been charred and disintegrated).

In addition, he also curiously tolerates her presence in the memories of Alma and Kanda.

She is even helpful to him, lends a hand to him, he's alive and that's because of her, she's even kind, and affectionate, even if Allen doesn't understand everything. She is even tactile, and he does not push it away.

There's a lot of tactile between Road and Allen from there, more than you would think.

It is mostly an intention that comes from her to him, unreciprocated at that moment, but he instinctively does not reject her. Between two enemies, when the status of friend / ally is not even formalized yet, but a rapprochement and a tactile effect is more present, I almost have the impression that it fits in the canon, in my opinion (let's not forget that this is just a headcanon).

The same with the Apocryphos bow: in his cell, and this time in that embrace, (and once again!) Allen lets himself go into Road's arms. There is even a comfort ... and a curious affection ... it's curious that anyway! You might even think he finds a rather tender emotion, like her. Later in his desertion, what I found personally disturbed (while it seemed rather like an insignificant detail, to me) was that Allen wears Road like a princess (like LaviLena !!!!). Of course, it seems consistent in terms of comfort : it would be easier to wear Road. But still…It figures that out this is apparently those insignificant details who are “weird”, you know...

What is most ambiguous in all of this is the following in his desertion : Allen is going to be worried about Road's unconsciousness.

He ends up asking Tyki why she doesn't wake up. Even Tyki seems to be less worried than Allen. Moreover, the Noah seems to trust her enough to take care of her on his own with the awareness that he must cover their escape with Timcanpy.

Again, Allen refuses, claiming that they are Noahs and therefore his enemies. But after a little morale lesson, Tyki disappears. In the end, Allen neither accepts nor refuses to enter Road. They are both ; she is unconscious.

Allen knows she is vulnerable ; and his gaze on her is also uncertain : which I find brilliant is that his left eye seems to offer a suspicious look, towards her.

And his right eye, a compassion look, because of her vulnerability.

Again, this is troubling.

And then we can remember Road's tirade in the city backwards : it could be cumbersome in his flight, but Allen cannot kill Road, because he knows she is above all human, even though he still struggles to realize it.

But not for long : when Road says her last words, she looks Allen in the eye, crying and talks to him. She says something to him which is directly addressed to him.

Most importantly, Allen is shocked : he never saw her cry, and he didn't believe her capable of that. Friendly looks, tears, of course Road is human like him (To use the Road quote sums it up). All this, before she disappeared : Allen sees that she was even more vulnerable than he thought.

And Allen shakes his fist : upset? Because he couldn't save her? Hard to say. Deep down, I think he knows she's not really dead. But here we have a failed act : the truth is that Road and Allen would have spent a long time together, Road accompanying her on her escape, but that doesn't happen since she disappears; a rapprochement, which ultimately does not happen.

So, what can we therefore conclude from this ship?

That in terms of reciprocity, we remember : that after a while, our two enemies employ the refusal to kill each other.

Then, that one is worried when the other is in danger.

Finally, that they are able to save each other, or come to the aid of each other, mutually.

This is already, I think, a great development. So I know what you're going to tell me : there is nothing romantic here, it's probably just a budding friendship. And you would be right to think so! Nothing tells us that there is a romantic future for the two characters (that would even strike me as quite inconsistent, given the current circumstances of the story). But, if you are a shipper at heart like me, you will have noticed this thing : this atmosphere, this staging, this atmosphere that the mangaka has chosen to adopt, which makes the reader work to imagine some love story (you know what I mean?) In the memories of Alma and Kanda, I find it rather blatant. It's that “stuff”, that something that reminds me of this potential romantic arc. But again, you would be correct in thinking that basically not ; I still think so myself (because Lenalee is around ; and sorry, but I don't ship AllenLena at all, no offense). But they have already shared their first kiss !!! You couldn't take it away from me !! (although it was not agreed)

And precisely, could we imagine the circumstances of their next meeting? Honestly, it was an exercise that I must have had a hard time doing. Especially since given the turn the manga is taking, I can't see how… But what I can assume is that, even if it could happen in a very long time, I don't see the fact that Hoshino decides not to do them again interact. As much as their relationship follows "progress."

By the way, don't you like this parallel that Road and Allen bear the opposite Christian scars of the cross-shaped stigmata of God and the satanic cross in opposition to their clan? ;)

Thank you for having reading !!

#d gray man #Road Kamelot #Allen Walker #ship #relationship #roallen #dgm rare pair week 2020

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NOOO MY PP

My pp itches

SENDING YOU WORST WISHES. I HOPE YOUR PP ITCHES MORE

#not a downright devious confession #it was I

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listen to me | yandere boss!jk

summary: your lover, your boss, is a tad bit too in love with you for your own good.

request? yes. “Hello, I really love your writing. I rushed over here as soon as I noticed your requests are open. It's my first request so I'm hella nervous hehe...If you have time can you please do a 'Yandere CEO/boss Jungkook' for me? It's up to you if you want to include smut or not. I'll wait for your answer. Please don't feel pressurized if I'm being a burden to you. It's okay if you don't want to do it. ಥ_ಥ “

words: 1.6k.

WARNING: a bit angsty, yandere jungkook, choking, mention of abuse and very soft smut.

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Had you been obedient like he’d told you to be? No. Did that make any of this right? Absolutely not. The man, the God, had never been known for mercy as far as you were concerned, though to every other measly admirer of him, he was the image of kindness. You wished he would let you go, let you be out of his life, but as insane as it was you had also missed him. At least until he showed up again. Deep doown you knew you would never be without him. The thought had your guts wrenching.

His eyes had gone from warm to downright frightening as soon as he looked at you through the open door to his office. Would you have said no to the job if you’d known what would follow? Probably not. He wasn’t awful all the time, and as sick as it was, no matter what he did, you didn’t exactly stop your brave comments.

And, not that it was right of him, he only acted out when you didn’t do what he said. Other than that, his movements and his gestures were almost… sweet. Caring. Maybe that terrified you even more than his dark side. You sometimes wondered if he was ever like that in front of others, or if you really were the only one worthy of his punishments. His mercy, as he called it.

Was he slowly making you believe you were the problem? Maybe. If nothing else, he was making you nuts. One second, he’s gently stroking his fingers up your arms, and in the next moment those same fingers clench around you throat, pinning you against the wall.

The man was a walking contradiction.

“Y/n,” Jungkook said. Demanded. You glanced up from the screen at your desk, meeting soft brown eyes. His meeting with a client was over. You had all his attention once more.

“You’re not wearing it,” he said absentmindedly, his hand taking a hold of yours, his thumb stroking over your knuckles. He had given you a ring, a very expensive ring, for your birthday the day before. You don’t know why you didn’t wear it, maybe it was to purposefully piss him off? Why did you constantly have a need to keep doing that? His demeanor might have seemed calm and unbothered to anyone else, but you knew. He was boiling.

“I don’t want to lose it,” you meekly excused the action, biting your bottom lip. A smirk stretched over his lips. You’d given him yet another reason to punish you.

“Why don’t you… step into my office for a second, hm?” He suggested gently, his grip on your hand barely tightening, but you felt it.

“I really need to finish this report,” you mumbled, but he simply chuckled and shook his head.

“No, you need to do as I say,” he said, his voice low and leaving no room for debate, his eyes darkening, and you knew his other side had taken over.

“Yes, sir,” you said quietly, somewhat sarcastic. You knew his goal, he wanted a nice little pet who’d call him master, but you weren’t about to give him that. You weren’t a pet. You slowly stood from your desk, and he loosened his tie as he followed you into his office. You heard the door close, and though your heart was thumping in your chest, you weren’t scared per say. Nervous, yes, and already somewhat humiliated, but not scared. He wasn’t interested in destroying you, not completely anyways.

“So… I give you a very generous present, and you… you don’t even want to wear it,” Jungkook chuckled and you slowly turned to look at him, leaning against his desk.

“Like I said, I don’t want to lose it,” you said, looking him right in the eyes. His smirk widened.

“I thought we agreed to never lie to each other,” he mused, stepping close to you.

“I would never lie to you,” you whispered, though you both knew you were full of shit. You’d lie about whatever fell into your mind.

“You know what the problem here is?” He asked, and though you had a feeling it was a rhetoric question, you didn’t work hard to stop your sarcastic answer.

“You?”

“You just don’t have respect for me,” he said, slowly nodding his head, completely ignoring your remark. “And you know, it might be because I’ve been way to nice to you,” he murmured, reaching out to stroke a finger down your cheek. You took in a slow, deep breath, in case he would wrap those devious fingers around your neck.

“You’re not,” you glared.

One of his legs moved between yours, and no matter how much you hated him sometimes, you never wanted him to stop touching you once he’d started. Did his touches leave you hurt sometimes? Yes. Did you run away? Call the police? Were you afraid of him? No. Deep down you were afraid you liked this whole thing.

His hands rested on the table, one on each side of you. His face was right in front of you, his eyes piercing into yours.

“You’re too smooth, too gorgeous…” he whispered as he leaned in and let his lips brush against your neck, and for once, it felt loving. Not dangerous.

“I hate to do this to you,” he breathed, his hand cupping the side of your throat, fingers brushing into your hair. You were tempted to close your eyes and lean into him.

“Then don’t,” you whispered, your hand reaching up to take a hold of his forearm.

“I have to,” he said quietly, leaning back slightly so he could look at you. “You don’t listen to me.”

“I love you,” you murmured. “Is that not enough?”

“Maybe you do,” he smiled sadly, his fingers wrapping around your throat though he didn’t squeeze. You swallowed thickly, looking into his eyes desperately.

“Maybe when every person in this city have no doubt of who you belong to, maybe when you freely devote yourself to me, it will be enough,” he said slowly.

You couldn’t really say where the strong emotions you felt for him came from. He was talking about you as if you were a prized trophy, he was everything you’d swore to never accept in a man, yet you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Couldn’t stop wanting him to just love you as you were. You were doomed to roll in this loop until your end.

“I’m not your pet,” you said barely audible. As the words slipped out, his grip on your throat tightened slightly. It wasn’t painful, wasn’t cutting of your air, it was simply telling you who was in control.

For the first time since you had been pulled into his life, you felt terrified. Not of him, not of being physically or verbally abused, no. You were terrified of not being enough, and you were terrified he would grow sick of you. You were terrified of not being his anymore. Your grip on his arm tightened as your eyes welled with warm tears.

“Don’t you love me too?” You whispered.

“More than anything,” he confessed, his lips gently pressing against yours. The warmth, the softness, it was almost too much.

“But you don’t listen,” he whispered against your lips, his grip on your throat tightening enough to cut off your air. Your hands gripped his wrist, your eyes piercing into his.

His free hand moved down, gently rubbing against your most precious parts, and you closed your eyes. You didn’t ever want to admit he made you feel good, you didn’t want to feel dirty, but there was no denying.

Your hands tightened around his wrist as his free hand rubbed you just the right way, the pressure of his hand increasing slightly, and you couldn’t help the pleasant shiver running through your body, your lips parting, trying to fill your lungs with air. Your back arched slightly, and your body was flushed against his.

A few hot tears ran down your cheeks, and his lips pressed against them, as if he was feeling sorry for you. This was his mercy. Not letting you breathe, but not killing you.

“You never listen,” he hissed, the pressure on your groin hardening even more, the grip around your throat painful and throbbing. You looked up into his eyes, begging him to let you go.

“Just listen to me,” he begged in return. You tried nodding you head, tried screaming, but nothing happened. As your vision was getting blurry, your head was hurting, the pleasure in your core was building, he let you go, and you ungracefully fell to the floor, half hating him and half wanting him to screw your brains out. You had officially lost your mind.

“Go home, now,” he said, crouching down next to you, pushing the hair out of your face. You couldn’t believe those gentle fingers had been the same that had just choked you. “Clean yourself up, and when I get home… you better be wearing the ring,” he muttered as he took a hold of one of your hands and kissed the back of it, before he stood and left you in his office.

As if you were going to be wearing the ring when he came home.

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #yandere #jungkook au #jungkook imagine #bts #bts x reader #bts imagines #headcanons #imagines #request #fanfic

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