#peak mentor student relationship

[shiro41]

Fucking My Teacher- GOJO SATORU

Summmary: Fucking your sleeping teacher is bad enough but waking him up while doing it?

WARNINGS: Somnophilia, blowjob, degration, dirty talk, noncon(?), 1 slap, using of names (bitch, slut, etc.), teacher-student, breeding if you squint, belly buldge, virgin!reader, hint of size kink, yandere!reader

Note: this is an old work for my friend..thought might post something since it's valentines...yeah- im late.

The soft breaths that left his mouth quietly felt as you hovered your finger on his lips. The Ghostly touch of his delicate skin and rested face made your cheeks tint a rosy color.

His worn mask was nowhere to be seen and the usual black attire he wears often at school was replaced with a comfortable T-shirt and boxers that hugged the curve of his waist, exposing the plush of his muscular thighs and shaved legs.

The scent of his perfume lingered despite the newly changed clothes, it clung on his skin like glue and his tufts of white scattered around the fluff of his pillow.

Admist the darkness of his room that's illuminated by the natural light of the moon, you can still see the beauty of this man. Your featherlight touch continued to drag across from his delicate features to his hard muscles that peaked and teased you from the confines of his shirt.

Swallowing a thick load of saliva, you got up from your position before giving the defenseless man a kiss goodnight on his forehead, leaving as fast as a cool breeze with no evidence to trace about someone's presence other than your beloved.

A palpitating heart and cold fingers combine with heated cheeks and whirled stomach, the very thought of Satoru drives you to insanity full of desire and love for your snow white teacher.

The figment of Satoru telling you sweet nothings and holding you close to him more than just a platonic teacher-student relationship makes you drool at the thought. The ecstasy you always feel whenever Gojo's soft skin makes contact with your own, sending you to a state of Euphoria.

You've yearned for his attention, yearned for the feeling of the sweet flying butterflies that whirled in your stomach like a tornado and hungered for his affection.

The small bag containing minor objects that belonged to your teacher was a reminder of how much you love him, the stashed collection of things he has bought and gave on your abode served as a sign of your undying affection for your white haired teacher, Gojo.

The vivid image of his calm breathing from earlier synced with the thrust of your fingers, the audible squelching sound of your juice coated finger and the suppressed moans that dare escape your lips was a reminder how much you lust over your mentor.

Your legs shook with the way your pussy walls clenched against your fingers, sheets coated in white as you felt the Ecstasy of the orgasm. Gojo's unsuspecting faces and stolen photos scattered around your bed like reviewers, surrounding your pleasure filled figure as you continued to suck on your fingers, tongue swirling and unintentionally biting the skin.

The smell of your mentor's freshly washed underwear hitting your nose as you salivate with the idea of Satoru's length shoved down your throat, thrusting in a pace that would leave you in tears, leaking like a broken faucet underneath him.

Your restrained moans and small cries of Gojo's name that became a chant as your fingers slid in and out, stretching the overstimulated vagina that yearned for Gojo's dick.

The loud puffs and pants as you rode out your second orgasm for the night followed by a meek call of his name as your body collapsed from the intense session of masturbation, the bed creaking along the way.

You could feel the wetness in your abdomen, caused by the cum that seeped into the thick covers of your bed. The cloth that Stuck on your mouth was centimeters away from you, a visible wet patch from your saliva and stretched visage of your fingers going deep within your throat.

"Gojo..."

Although sensitive and tired, you pushed yourself to clean up after the mess of your pleasure filled session thinking about your teacher in a way so sinful the devil could not accept in hell.

Morning rolled around for you to attend school with your classmates, greeting Nobara with a bubbly persona and Itadori as you three chit chatted about certain things. Megumi was unfortunately sent to a mission to exorcist curses directly commanded by your teacher, Gojo.

Said man barged into the room with a grin, his towering figure spreading as he made himself welcome despite the late arrival. You found yourself in a reverie about your teacher's flexing fingers, finding them incredibly attractive with the way it curled and straightened with every movement.

You wondered what it would feel like to grip on your thighs and plunge it deep within your sweet pussy, maybe slap the folds and rub your aching clitoris.

The very thought of it makes you shudder and let out a breath, the shaky sigh and quiet rampaging imaginaries you've fantasized about your teacher made you rub your thighs together. How sinful, aroused in class fantasizing about Gojo who seemed to be oblivious—like any other students with you—about your undying lust and love.

"(Name)!"

With a sudden call of your name from his lips and the touch of his hands on your shoulder, the gasp that escaped you and the shiver of your whole body was evident to everybody. It was clear you weren't paying attention to their current topic, too busy undressing Gojo with your eyes.

"Are you alright? Something bothering you, hmm?"

"It's nothing, Gojo.."

"Oh come on, you can tell me! Is it a boyfriend?"

What a tease. Behind the black fabric of his blindfold was his blue eyes that will stare deep within your soul and you knew he was checking your well-being as of now behind his mask.

With an annoyed huff and furrowed brows, you pushed your teacher away to create a space. However, his hands caught your wrists and that alone made your heart skip a beat or two.

His touch was firm yet soft, almost securing you like a fragile package. His hands wrapped snugly around your wrists and you wondered if this is the equivalent of his touch when he's bedding a woman.

"G-get off me, stupid teacher! It's none of your business if I'm thinking of someone!"

You exclaimed, cheeks flushed with tints of pink and glare hotter than the hot summer air. Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

You exclaimed, cheeks flushed with tints of pink and glare hotter than the hot summer air. Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

"Care to tell us who?"

The day ended with teasing, Nobara and Itadori's curiosity seeped out of them like overflowing waters. Their arms would cling into the fabric of your uniform like leeches as Gojo's angelic voice sung like an angel from heaven in the background, adding salt to the wound he caused with his mischief.

At the comfort of your room, your stare lingered at the skin of your wrists. Gojo's touch still present despite the fact it's physically absent, love was an understatement to describe what you felt during that moment. It was rather blissful, satisfying.

addicting.

The late of the night didn't make your eyes shut with sleepiness, the overwhelming desire to fuck your teacher rivaled the drowsiness. At an ungodly hour, you've snuck once again at his humble abode with quiet steps and careful movements. The stealth of your figure could compare to a feline's; light and quick.

The familiar door that you've come to know as your beloved teacher's greeted you, blocking whatever is happening inside which you knew by heart. The soft jiggle of the doorknob and a disturbing creak didn't awaken the man who snored blissfully in his bed, covers a mess and position laid out similar to a starfish. The sight made the insides of your body shiver in a pleasant manner.

As per usual, you stared at his defenseless figure completely drinking up the sight of his relaxed state. Oh, how you wish you could just kiss those parted lips and silence the small snores that escape them, feel the flesh of his skin and cup the softness of his cheeks.

"Satoru..."

A breath, you found yourself straddling him. Hovering over his sleeping body with the familiar dancer performing in your eyes; Lust. His breaths harmonize with your heavy pants, touch featherlight against the thin fabric of his garments. Your eyes stayed focused on his covered ones, white lashes at rest that you want to kiss.

Morals and values were not in your book, so does resistance. With a soft bite of your lip, a deep breath and a quick pull, you knew it was too late to go back down and beg for whatever deity you believed in to forgive your sins.

With all its glory revealed your teacher's rested cock, you could feel the blood circulating at the area of your nose as you continued to strip the fabric off his sleeping figure. Slowly, intimately and sinfully.

"Fuck, you're built like god's favorite."

You whispered, softly fluffing his hair and a kiss on his forehead before you retracted and focused on the meaty length that settled in between his muscular thighs. You suppressed a moan, it was better than you pictured. All the pornography you watched late at night, wishing it was his engorged flesh plunging deep into your velvety walls was not comparable to the cock of Gojo Satoru.

The desire to touch and taste his dick was immense, thanking whatever exists above that this man turns off his infinity while asleep. Your pink muscle experimented around the area of his pink tip, swirling it like a lollipop and licking it like chocolate on a spoon. It wasn't as tasty as you expected, it didn't feel like it was supposed to be judging from the adult videos you've seen, however, the tingles and collywobbles confessed how you enjoy pleasing the sleeping man.

A small groan was let out, halting your movement to look over the man who's still thankfully asleep. One could not fathom how low and dirty you swooped in to taste and love this majestic human underneathe you. Diving deeper into the depths of his length, you've managed to suck the muscle that turned slightly stiff overtime.

The head was now slightly hitting your throat, choking and gagging at the thick muscle that snuggly fit in your stretched wet cavern.

You could've sworn the man woke up in a daze before succumbing to sleep a few times before you let go of his now saliva covered dick, liquid dripping on his thighs as his cock stood up like a proud man after your inexperienced performance. Of course, he deserved to be your first in everything.

"Satoru... you're so...mph.."

Staring yet again at his relaxed expression, completely unaware of your doings to his unconscious body. The wet patch on the thin fabric of your panties only grew larger by the minute, it sought to be touched and pleasured, alas, your hands were as busy as your mouth; giving Gojo an inexperienced blowjob in his sleep.

A sigh and a small stutter of your hips when you took off the wet underwear and touched the bundle of nerves that waited to be pleasured, the heat on your cheeks couldn't be any hotter with the way you touched yourself on top of your mentor. It was humiliating but that humiliation was overpowered by the desire and lust to fuck your teacher, have your cunt suck his penis dry of white substances. It made your spine shudder with excitement.

With a hungered lick and a few strokes on his stiff cock, you dare to lead the pulsating tip to your soft folds— teasing yourself with the sensation of his dick on the surface of your sopping vagina. How naughty of you to take advantage of your sleeping teacher, fucking yourself with his aroused member. The slight groans and shifts of his made your body run cold in a pleasant manner, the thrill of waking him up keeps your adrenaline going and heart in a pace of a running man's.

A rather low and restrained moan passed by the guards of your lips as your soaked private suck and ate his throbbing length without any problem with the exception of the discomfort of it stretching your inexperienced hole.

Of course, you believed he's the only man to deserve and experience your divine pussy and take your sacred virginity even when unconscious, the thought of another man's penis taking you makes you shiver in disgust. It was Gojo's and Gojo's only. No one else. So, when you finally settled and felt the burning fire that bloomed as your walls was forced to stretch to a foreign object inside you that's definitely thicker and longer than what your fingers could reach and curl, you softly bounced on his hips.

The feeling of his length softly entering and exiting your hole that morphed into the shape of him was more than heaven, it was paradise.

It felt addicting, it felt satisfying. All you could do was take it in, enjoy the pleasure that it gave despite the minor discomfort it gave and drink up the moments that are rarer than a diamond gem. Sharp intakes of air and soft whispers was all you could do, doing your best not to moan too loud and wake the sleeping man beneath you.

"Satoru, Satoru...! Haah...so good..!"

"I love you so much, I'd kill and die for you...your cock is so big..god!"

Gradually, your pace got quicker as your huffs became louder, almost evident to the cold air that surrounded your heated body. Hand on your mouth, screwing it shut tight and eyes teary with the way his dick thrusted in you as you bounced like a cowgirl on a bull's back. Your toes curled up on the sheets, the nails of your fingers digging on your skin to form small crescent moons and occasionally scratch the delicate flesh.

"Fuck...Satoru!"

"I'm.... I'm....fucking god!"

A silent scream and a stutter of your whole body, creamy and thick white semen overflowed from the inside of your cunt. Your vision faded to black as the earth seemingly stopped to witness your pleasure filled expression, inaudible whines and sobs as your teeth buried deep in your skin to silence the volume of your bliss.

The feeling of incredible strength of a fist tying your hair at the back of your head and a deep, sleepy chuckle made your blood run as cold as Russia's snow. Is this how a deer feels when exposed to headlights? You thought to yourself, stunned by the sudden awakening of your teacher.

"How's your experience so far, sweetheart?"

"G-gojo! It's uhm.."

The situation itself was unexplainable, the feelings you harboured for your mentor were unexplainable. Everything about your doings was unexplainable.

"Now, now, (name). I bet you've enjoyed everything that has happened so far. But, you do know everything you've done is wrong, don't you?"

Was he going to lecture you? That's the best thing that could happen as of now, you think. He's probably going to report you to the jujutsu headquarters or just send you to the police to repent your unforgivable sins. All this happening with his dick still inside, drenched with your dripping cum on the sides of your thighs and his to the sheets of his bed.

"Don't you deserve to be punished?"

The question sounded more like a statement, you felt his grip from behind your head tighten. His other hand is finding a way to your jaw that's dried with your own saliva from the session, ever so slightly pressing the smallest amount of strength that felt like a guard to keep your mouth from lapping anything that belongs to and is on him.

"How naughty of you, (Name)."

He whispered, sending spooky chills throughout your whole body. You waited for his next move, accepting whatever he will do to you like a good obedient girl that's been tamed by the fine hands of her teacher. You've already eaten the forbidden fruit, it was just a matter of time for you to face the consequences of your actions but you did not expect to be caught midway of committing it.

A surprised yelp and a jerk of your body left your soul flying to heaven as his hips rutted without a word, squelching noise audible to both of you as his balls came into contact with your skin. Hands flying to his shoulders for support as he continued without a word uttered for you to prepare, stuffing you with his meaty length vigorously.

"Ah-ah! Sat—Gojo! Please stop I'm sensitive!"

"What happened to 'Satoru', baby? Are you too shy to utter my name now?"

With your teacher's strength, he flipped the both of you. Now underneath him, you could see the oceanic spheres that danced with sinful lust and sadism that matched the smirk on his lips. His hand wrapped around your wrists rather tightly, almost making blood circulation stop in that particular area from the raw strength he possesses.

Hips continue to plunge deep inside you with the speed of a beast that makes the bed creak in a noisy manner as it hits the wall every time Gojo's cock disappears into your body.

"Ah! Satoru! Satoru! Satoru!"

You could only whine and sob, the intensity of your pussy being assaulted with his dick was better than earlier. He truly is an experienced man, making you cry out in pleasure as you willingly submit to be his whore of a student. Your legs are forced to be spread wide and dangle on his shoulders, having deeper access to hit every crevice of your heated walls.

From the Orgasm you had earlier and your teacher's intense pace and rough thrusts, your poor inexperienced vagina could only handle so much stimulation that it made you scream in ecstasy when you felt the gush of juices painting Gojo's length white, legs shaking from the shockwaves and seeing dots of white and black as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Came already? But we are only just getting started."

"Ngh...Satoru I don't think—"

"You will. Whether you like it or not, you will be taking my dick like a desperate bitch you are. Are we clear?"

You could only respond with a single sob and cry, having no other choice but to take him in despite the overwhelming pleasures your body can't handle.

"Speak!"

A slap on your cheek.

"(Name), don't be a bitch now. Come on, speak and tell me your answer."

Vehement thrusts are what greeted you like no tomorrow, you felt the burning sensation of his harsh touch on your swollen cheek as his eyes glared down at you with a glowing fire of lust.

"Y-yes Satoru!"

You mustered, too fucked up to even form a single phrase. You could feel the wetness of your juices and Gojo's leaking from your hole that's been filled with yours and his rich, white semen. His length continued to assault you glistening pussy without a stop, a few groans and audible pants from him. The hand that acted as a restraint on your wrist continued to clutch them, now stronger than before as he's too indulged with the way your walls hugged his cock, morphing into the shape of it as if he's marking your insides.

"Fuck, you're a virgin aren't ya? This sweet pussy is mine to claim."

His hand that once restrained your arms slithered down your heated, pleasure filled body to the bundle of nerves that he's currently filling up. His index finger toyed with your clit and continued to form a circular motion that triggered a switch for you to automatically raise your hips from the soft surface of his bed and scream his name as you once again came from the added sensation of his hand.

"How pretty."

Diving to reach you, his slimy tongue lapped up the forming sweat and flowing tears on your cheek, tasting it like the last droplets of soda in a plastic can. His fingers continued to skillfully support his beast-like thrusts, occasionally pinching and slapping your vagina as if it were some skin on your arm. Your moans were no longer there, replaced with desperate whines, cries and hiccups.

"Take my cum and don't let it leak, got it? Not a single bit."

He murmured in your ear, biting the shell and wet it with his slithering tongue. A meek nod and a pathetic mustered yes from you before you felt yourself being carried like a newborn to Gojo's clothed chest, arms wrapped around your nude figure to secure your seat in his lap with his penis connecting you both in this ride.

If your screams weren't loud enough earlier, it definitely did now. You swore you saw the glass of unfinished water shake for a moment as your mentor jackhammered himself in you, constant sounds of slaps and squelches becoming background noises from the echoing gutteral moans from you and occasional groans and degration from your mentor.

"Ugh! Satoru! Fuck! Fuck me harder! There, there! Angh..there please!"

"Such a needy b-bitch, don't worry..Teacher's cum will fill you up any second now."

He purred, bouncing you up and down forcefully as he also plowed his pleasure stick as fast and wild as he could. You could see the crack on the bedframe and hear the quick creak of something being bent with the way he stuffed you full.

"Please! Please!"

Pathetically begging, you felt like a slut in need for a refill of his semen to energize you for the day. The world was now in a blurry mess, mixed with the tears and dizziness you're experiencing in sync thanks to your teacher's massive length. You could slightly see your stomach bulge every time his cock disappears, it scared you how long and thick it is to the point it started to get a little too intense for your liking but, you weren't one to complain and would rather save yourself from the advantage of your teacher exposing your sins to authorities or anyone he knows.

His fingers pried your mouth open, exposing your bleeding tongue that's been bitten minutes prior to his awakening. Your eyes widened as you felt the spit of his combine with yours inside your wet cavern being mixed with his tongue like a witch brewing a new potion. The open mouthed kiss didn't let you forget the arching of your back pressing against his torso, the fire that pooled in your abdomen similar to springs recoiling before it snapped in half.

The sudden stop of his thrust and the erotic moan from him made you realize he too, have cummed in sync with you. You felt his lips press at the side of your head whilst the grip of his hands on your waist and hips were the contrast of his soft gesture. You fear they'll bruise later or tomorrow, but that wasn't what concerned you the most in this situation.

The heavy breaths and pants was the only thing you could hear aside from the ringing of your head, feeling the gush of liquids on your pussy and the slow retract of his cum covered dick, witnessing how your stomach visibly deflated from emptiness. You were still high from the overstimulation the man have gave you, the amount of orgasm you managed to produce in one night without having to pass out midway, all of it has made you feel beyond tired and exhausted.

The ustulation was satisfied temporarily, deep within you knew this was not going to be the last you'll ever taste your teacher's dick and the start of you diving deeper into the obsession over your handsome, masked teacher.

Gojo's Azure gaze stayed glued into your hazed ones, still calming down from a draining activity. Was this all worth it? Of course it was, you've tasted your teacher in more ways than what you expected and you were beyond grateful for it, ignoring how humiliating and shameful it is for you to grasp it.

"As a Punishment, you will be sent to a mission three weeks worth of time with no assistance, whatsoever."

[yanderes-galore]

I was wondering would it be possible to get either Romantic Yandere Mei Mei headcanons with a Student reader or Curse user reader

I was originally going to do student obsession, then I realized how strange it would be with her, so I swapped it to Curse User. Sorry the concept doesn't seem to be paced right, I'm not quite sure how to write Mei right?

Although I could probably do something with the first idea in the future....

Yandere! Mei Mei with Curse User! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Stalking, Pining, Violence, Kidnapping, Possessive behavior, Dubious relationship.

Mei Mei is someone who prioritizes the "Service Potential" of people towards her.

I have a feeling her obsession with you would begin due to how useful she thinks you are to her.

Then it escalates from there.

Maybe you two knew one another as Sorcerers before you defected to become a Curse User.

You were a Sorcerer that often worked alongside her to train.

Maybe you were classmates, or maybe you were an old student of hers?

Either way, you are quite the special foe, and one she no doubt knows well.

Mei isn't typically one to understand non-transactional relationships.

She seems to have a hard time with it towards others that aren't you.

Her romantic feelings manifested when you both knew one another as Sorcerers.

They never quite settle down when you defect, either.

Mei doesn't show her emotions towards your departure to most.

The only person who probably knows is her brother or maybe Gojo.

So imagine Mei Mei finally finding you again years after you defected.

Meeting you again was by accident, she probably met you during the Shibuya Incident.

As much as she wanted to, it wasn't possible to track you as she was doing her work as a Sorcerer.

Similar to Geto, you hid yourself well.

Due to her technique, when the Shibuya Incident was underway she sent her crows to scout.

At first it's fine, just try to discover the cause of all the barriers and retrieve Gojo.

But Mei freezes when she sees a familiar face.

Two, actually.

She had heard someone that looked like Geto was spotted... but she heard nothing of you.

Mei felt her heart clench when she saw you again through the eyes of her crow.

Mei's surprise quickly becomes frustration when her crow is then killed.

So you were here... she really should've known.

The Shibuya Incident had drawn all sorts of Curse Users.

Of course if you defected you'd show yourself here.

Until you two formally meet again, Mei keeps sending crows to watch you.

She seems so distracted from the mission due to her always checking on her crows.

You no doubt can tell Mei is around due to the crows that keep showing up.

No matter how many times you kill those crows... another one shows up with their beady black eyes staring.

Tension grows... eventually you do end up meeting Mei Mei again.

She was an old friend... an old mentor... but now, to you, she's an enemy.

Nothing more.

To her, while you may be working with Geto and have been for presumably years...

You still have managed to capture her heart even now.

When Mei fights you, she doesn't intend to kill you.

No, you're far too useful and valuable to her for that.

Mei's pined for you long enough all these years.

She's tired of being unable to properly vent these feelings she has for you.

You've kept her waiting too long, love...

The tension in the air hits its peak when you two meet in a dingy subway tunnel.

Before she could even fight Geto, you stepped in.

She feigns annoyance, in reality she's excited to see you again.

"It's been a long time, dear..." Her tone is teasing when she speaks, noting how your brows furrow. "Remember our training we used to do? I'm sure we've both made it a goal to get stronger...."

You watch as she flips around the large battle axe she wields, igniting memories of your training sessions.

To most outsiders, your confrontation looked like your typical Curse User vs Sorcerer fight.

In fact, to you it was.

To Mei? No, she cared for you much more.

To her, this was your chance to reunite.

This time... when she has you...

She won't ever let go again.

Not many more words are said before you two end up engaging in combat.

The fighting is... familiar.

Except, while years ago your fighting was friendly, now you were genuinely trying to kill Mei.

You clash for a long time... Mei seeming to know just how to manipulate you into falling for her traps.

By the end of your fighting you smash into the floor, the axe she wields knocking you down and stunning you.

Her technique was always annoying to block.

"As per usual... you're still reckless." Mei pouts, watching you before coming closer with a grin.

You're sure Mei's going to kill you.

That's how it should go.

But, no, instead she misses your head with the axe, a grin still on her face.

"You're lucky your opponent was me..." She whispers, raising her axe. "You deserve a much better fate..."

It's then you're knocked out by the stronger Sorcerer...

Only to wake up in a hotel room, tied up with sealed cuffs.

You barely get to pull your cuffs before a voice cuts you off.

"I should really turn you in... you're just as bad as Geto. A Sorcerer gone rogue..."

Mei Mei then steps into view, eyes never leaving your own as she stands in front of you.

"But I feel I care too much... and we have a lot to catch up on, don't we?"

Mei's tone and behavior is calm yet calculated.

Every movement and word is planned as she sits in front of you.

"I've still cared for you... even after all this time... yet you treat our bond like it was nothing."

Her tone, while calm, sounds hurt.

"But... since I'm sure you can prove useful to me... why don't we make a deal?"

She leans closer, tone seductive as you squirm in your seat.

Where even are you?

"I won't kill you or turn you in... but in return..."

She cups your face, eyes filled with longing.

"You pledge yourself to me. You tell me you're mine. You give up working for Geto and stay by me... Just like we did before, like when we were younger."

Mei grins, it's as though she senses your discomfort by her decision.

"It's that, or you get turned in and executed... Your choice, love."

Mei doesn't care what choice you pick.

In the end, she plans to have you as hers one way or another.

Mei watches you carefully, eagerly watching you for your answer.

You have all the time in the world to answer her...

She can wait just like how she did all those years ago.

As per usual, Mei is a woman of transaction.

She's been waiting years for this chance.

Years to force you into an ultimatum with her.

A Binding Vow, if you will.

You can live another day, even as a Curse User...

As long as she gets to have you in her arms... claiming all of your love and affection for herself...

Then you'll be the most useful asset for her to have... besides money, of course.

[choerypetal]

A Lumberjack's love story / Coriolanus Snow (ft Treech)

summary : You found yourself appointed as Treech's mentor. You had believed that falling in love, especially with someone from a District, was an impossibility. The idea of developing feelings for your tribute seemed even more far-fetched. However, it became unmistakably evident that Snow had become somewhat obsessed and jealous of this unexpected connection. The love that was once rumored to be a mere Game strategy now revealed itself as undeniable truth. Snow is determined to assert your allegiance and make you aware of where your loyalties lie, employing Treech's memories as a strategic tool in the process.

p.s.: english is not my native language, so I apologize for any errors or mistakes. Additionally, I am open to writing about other tributes, like Treech x reader, or any other characters. Feel free to make requests; my ask box is always open!

Snow was never inclined to publicly display the bond between the two of you. Given the stakes of his family name, he recognized that their relationship was merely a facade. As time passed, it became not only unattractive for a woman of her youth but also jeopardized her reputation as a young aristocrat in the streets of the Capitol. Such thoughts that became fueled within your mind as you were compiled with a reminder of your mother’s desire to know what were your plans upon graduations. And to be completely fair, you had zero idea. 

While the Academy expected you to maintain unwavering focus, Snow found himself increasingly intrigued by you. However, he wasn't the type to initiate things. Instead, he expressed his interest through subtle glances, careful not to be caught observing you during class. Despite his reserved yet confident demeanor, it was evident that Snow harbored an attraction towards you during his time as a student at the Academy. If only both of you were aware of the mutual sentiments brewing between you. If only. 

In the initial weeks of the 10th Games, he witnessed you under the relentless summer sun of the Capitol. Your forehead glistened with a sheen of sweat as you struggled to maintain professionalism with your tribute. Treech.  Recognizing the challenging nature of the task, he found himself increasingly captivated as your vulnerability became more pronounced each day. It was this vulnerability that marked Snow's first overt fixation on you. From the way you pampered Treech’s wound after training, to how you carefully swiped his sweet, making it slightly harder due to his curls peaking beneath his hat. How he had envied to be in Treech’s place.

The following day, as you prepared lunch for your tribute, he offered his suggestion. His very first interaction with you. "I'd recommend the sandwich." He said. Having noticed your early arrival in the cafeteria, he quietly approached you from behind, his gaze fixed on the softness of your skin as your fingers delicately folded the freshly cooked food into an aluminum bag. The aroma lingered, a distinct scent that had left an indelible impression on him since the first day he could approach. You responded with a smile, taking his advice to heart and adding additional sandwiches based on Snow's recommendation, expressing deep appreciation for his input. 

On that very first day, Snow found himself unable to divert his thoughts. Whenever both of you shared the same space, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy when you attended to Treech’s skills during training. At times, he pondered whether your sentiments were equally directed towards someone like him, someone he considered beneath you. This notion offended him, yet he couldn't deny that he, too, harbored affection for his tribute. However, for Snow, it was more about care and presentation than genuine emotions. 

Unlike Snow, you had gradually developed deep feelings for Treech. Similarly, even though he needed to take care for his female tribute, especially in your absence. Treech could only think about you. He often expressed his longing for you, complaining about how much he missed your presence or simply wanting to catch a glimpse of your face when you served him his regular meals. These seemingly ordinary gestures were significant to Treech, and he was determined to make you proud once declared the victor. To run away from the Capitol– To build a family of your own. However, that aspiration crumbled when, in the end, Lucy—Snow's tribute—claimed victory herself. Despite your efforts to conceal any sorrow and refrain from openly grieving for the person you loved, Treech's name appeared from Flickerman's announcements, and he was declared as deceased. 

On that fateful evening, during the closure event of the 10th Hunger Games, Snow observed you closely. A sense of pride welled up within him as he witnessed his tribute not only surviving but excelling. However, this sentiment quickly shifted when he laid eyes on Treech's lifeless body in the arena, just moments before his demise. In his mind, he could almost hear Treech's voice pleading. "Be proud of me, Y/N." Despite suspecting that you might not be able to, given the emotional toll, Snow couldn't resist locking eyes with you, even with other tributes still alive. 

Before just a few minutes that Lucy was announced the winner. Snow had yearned to approach you, to envelop you in a comforting hug, assuring you that everything would be alright. He wanted to commend your efforts in standing by Treech's side, supporting him in his quest for victory. Yet, a conflicting feeling gnawed at him, a sense that he was supposed to be the one you cared for, the one you cherished as you did Treech. It was a realization that he, too, would soon need to confront. 

It was inevitable that you will be compelled to pay homage to your District. The profound impact of your care for Treech had touched his family, leading them to extend an invitation for you to visit his home District. Gratefully acknowledging this gesture, you agreed to be present at Treech's funeral. Simultaneously, Snow, prompted to return to District 12 himself, sought a distraction for his troubled mind. Before his departure as a Peacekeeper, you seized the opportunity to express your congratulations, a sentiment you had unintentionally neglected during the Games. And informed Snow about Treech’s funeral. "Treech's family invited me to their son’s funeral... I'm uncertain about the duration of my stay, but can you promise me something before I go?" 

Your melodious voice, as you spoke to him, almost turned his stomach. He observed every nuance of your movements, noting the way your gaze traversed from his body to his lips. The awareness of your attraction to him lingered in the air, though you attempted, albeit futilely, to conceal it—thanks in part to Treech providing a convenient distraction. Or was it only in his head?

 As you prepared to share your concerns, expressing the challenges of being a Peacekeeper, a role your sibling had also undertaken, he sought to reassure you. His fingers tenderly traced the contours of your soft cheeks, creating an irresistible desire to kiss those plump lips of yours. They appeared too tempting to resist, with a fleeting fear crossing his mind that Treech might have been the first to experience that indulgence. Despite the conflicting emotions, Snow found a peculiar satisfaction in Treech's demise. Yet, he remained steadfast and resolute in ensuring your promise. "I'll promise. I swear on my father's grave." 

"Promise me you'll be cautious? When I return, let's meet at your grandmother's garden. No questions asked." Clarity was crucial, and Snow understood your aversion to ambiguity. Even in the aftermath of the Games, with Snow away during your grieving for Treech, the uncertainty gnawed at you. You couldn't shake off the nagging doubt about whether Snow would indeed come back from his duty or, worse, not return at all. "I will." He assured you sincerely. Leaning in, he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead just as his name was called to depart the Capitol and head back to District 12. What you didn't know was that his decision to serve as a Peacekeeper and be in District 12 wasn't solely an act of care; it was driven by a desire to reunite with Lucy. If only you were aware that things weren't unfolding as expected, and Snow was returning as a completely different man. "Noon?" He asked quickly before nodding to his colleague, indicating that it was his cue to leave. 

“Noon.” 

Snow detested every moment of his stay to District 12. Honestly, witnessing how he treated Lucy served as a constant reminder of you back in the Capitol. Your image would casually infiltrate his thoughts, diverting his actions as he found himself doing everything with you in mind. Forgetting that the Games were still being aired, the revelation of the strong opinions on other Districts held about the tributes and their mentors left a bitter taste in Snow's mouth. It was especially repugnant if your name was uttered by those with the filthiest tongues. Snow harbored a visceral reaction, ready to eliminate anyone who dared to disrespect you with tasteless comments or words he hoped you hadn't heard during your time in Treech's District. Since emerging from that harrowing experience, he vowed to ensure that those in District 12 who spoke ill of you would suffer the consequences, every bit of it. 

And the memory was etched in his mind, vivid as if it happened yesterday. Snow hadn't intended to be invited to the Hob, yet he found no reason to object when offered. Lucy remained a distraction for him, seated just a few tables away when he overheard those contemptible words. While he tried his very best to remain his eyes on the silhouette that was on the stage. The one he “Loved”. He imagined as each words began to fuel his determination to make their speaker cleanse their mouth with the foulest soap, a gesture to demonstrate that such opinions should be worn like armor, wielded like a weapon. "You know, Treech's mentor? Apparently, they fell in love during the Games... I can't even imagine, let alone see the person you loved in such a distraught situation." Although the speaker may not have sounded offensive to an average person, to Snow, it was the complete opposite.  

Without a moment's hesitation, Snow unleashed a punch. He paid no heed to the gasps around him or the attempts of other boys to pull him away or defend themselves. In his mind, you belonged to him, and he couldn't fathom, let alone accept, the idea of you being with anyone else but him. The mere thought of enduring more distasteful words about you from the most insensitive individuals during your absence was unbearable. Regardless of the consequences, he was determined not to let it slide. When Snow, meant he’d do anything for you, he meant every words. 

As Snow neared the end of his tenure as a Peacekeeper, with only a few months remaining, his anticipation to reunite with you grew stronger. Fortunately, he had the opportunity to receive updates about you during his breaks, thanks to calls with Tigris. Hearing her speak about your successes in university brought immense joy to Snow. Knowing that you were thriving and well was what mattered most to him. However, there was an underlying concern that continued to nag at him. Despite your objections, Tigris felt compelled to address it, especially considering Snow's already demanding role as a Peacekeeper. "She hasn't been coping well with Treech's death, Coryo. There are times when I see her crying in her sleep. She mentioned how she wishes he were here, sensing his presence, you know? I can’t believe I am going to say that but– I think they were genuinely in love. And it wasn’t just for the show."  

Truly in love, the revelation that struck Snow the hardest was the hidden well of genuine skill that only emerged when necessary. Lucy lingered in his thoughts, a constant presence, while you were navigated the grieving process for you first love as well. He too, had doubts that Lucy was amongst his first love. Although genuine doubts crept in as he questioned whether the efforts he invested were truly worthwhile. The chaos he instigated at the Hob last night, the desperate plea from Sejanus – all of it was orchestrated for your sake. Yet, the realization that you hadn't given up on Treech, your former love, dampened his spirits. Snow, however, knew that your heart now belonged to him. Upon his return, he vowed to assert his claim unequivocally, free from any expectations. 

Anticipating his imminent return, Tigris meticulously selected the most exquisite dress she could envision for someone of your stature. While the occasion might have seemed extravagant, she understood that her cousin Snow would value the effort, especially since your meeting was set to take place on Snow's rooftop—an ethereal space where innocence, purity, and passion converged. Restlessly, you began nervously nibbling at the cuticles of your fingers. "Don't be too shocked when you see him without his curls." Tigris quipped as you arrived at their apartment.

Since Snow became a victor, you noticed a shift in the opulence of the place compared to your last visit. Tigris's room now exuded her fashion sensibilities with a palette of pinks and light beiges, while Snow's room contrasted sharply with bright white walls and accents of crimson red. A broken frame holding his father's portrait captured your attention, and as you surveyed your surroundings in Snow's empire, you couldn't help but see a parallel with yourself—a broken frame that Snow seemed determined to mend with his love. 

Before encountering you, Snow had a few errands to run, one of which involved settling the score with Casca. The second stop was to finally meet you. As the gentle rays of Capitol sunshine transitioned into the evening darkness adorned with stars, anticipation for the exciting yet thrilling meeting with you heightened since his return. "Where is she?" Arriving just in time at the entrance of his apartment, although he was well aware of your whereabouts. He played the part to make it appear otherwise, a little trick that didn't escape Tigris's notice. Her chuckle prompted him to follow her, momentarily catching his breath as she revealed. "At the rooftop. Waiting for you." 

A wave of relief swept over him, and he expressed continuous gratitude to his cousins. Tigris attempted to assist him in catching his breath, noticing Snow's heightened excitement upon seeing you. She, too, was well aware of his intense fascination with you. However, witnessing the spectacle involving Treech and you, she grasped the potential threat her cousin might have posed.  Bound by blood and family, she couldn't deny the reality and opted not to pretend. If Snow was genuinely in love with you, she had to believe him. "Just be gentle, okay? She just returned from Treech's District. Even if it’s been a few months. She might need more comfort than one can fathom." 

She might need more comfort than one can fathom. Was read like butter to Snow’s ears. As if this was his very own speciality let alone being with the one he truly learned to hear that she was the one for him. He did not approached this statement as a sort of threat. In fact, he was going to use to his full potential and let you completely be compiled by him and emblembed the relationship between the two.

Upon entering, the familiar fragrance of fresh roses enveloped him—a scent he had sorely missed since his grandmother used to present him with one during the reaping ceremony. Despite his absence, the care bestowed upon the flowers was evident. It became clear that, much like him, you had also been away for some time. However, upon your return, you diligently attended to the flowers daily, diverting your focus from Treech. Among the many qualities Snow admired in you was your meticulous attention to detail, a fact he subtly acknowledged as he casually plucked a fresh rose and delicately inhaled its scent, all while listening to your sweet voice. "I'd be careful if I were you." he remarked nonchalantly. 

And there you stood, flesh and blood. Your skin bore a slight tan from the harsh weather of Treech’s District, which quickly faded upon your return to the Capitol, where the grief over Treech proved more challenging than anticipated. Tigris noticed the change in your complexion, the lack of color that had manifested in your skin. Fortunately, you maintained the bold red lip, a shade crafted from the lipstick your mother often made for you—a detail Snow admired, especially as it harmoniously blended with his own colors.

"Thank you.” He managed to say, though in his defense, he was so captivated by your beauty that he found himself absentmindedly caressing the rose, which had fallen on its own. "You've picked the wrong rose. It was about to wither." You added, your words revealing both concern and almost boredom.

Snow detected a subtle tremor in your demeanor, observing how you had become fragile and adrift amid the chaos of your own emotions. Despite your efforts to conceal them, your vulnerability remained apparent. Inwardly, Snow acknowledged that he, too, wasn't immune, having fallen for a Snake that led him back to a recurring beginning. "How are you doing?" Was all he managed to say, careful not to exacerbate your grief for Treech or delve into the complexities of Lucy's memory. This one-on-one interaction became a delicate balancing act, particularly since you were well aware of the romantic display he had been showcasing. 

"Okay, I suppose." Was your cautious response, accompanied by a hint of uncertainty, as if contemplating whether to revise your answer. In truth, you hadn't been doing well, resorting to sleeping at Snow's place to hide your tears. It added another layer of complexity to rest in Coriolanus's room, knowing he would return soon. You were aware that upon his return, you'd need to find your own place, a life independent of others. Yet, it seemed this wasn't part of Snow's agenda. "How was District 12?" You inquired, steering the conversation toward another topic. 

"Could ask the same, sweetheart." Snow retorted, a reluctance to recall evident in his expression. Yet, for you, forgetting proved to be a much harder task. The memories of moments spent with Treech haunted you – sneaking him out of the Capitol's Zoo, hand in hand, discussing a future that now felt lost. Memories of him teaching you to wield an axe, his relationship with Lamina, and the dreams of building a family together. The breaking point came when you saw his eyes on the screen, calling out your name, almost begging and apologizing for deciding your fate. In that moment, you desperately tried to erase it all, but it only resulted in a torrent of tears. Your trembling fingers betrayed the pain at the thought of Treech. Sensing your anguish, Snow reached out, comforting you and reassuring. That it wasn’t all your fault. "Hey— Hey— I'm here." 

Snow, despite his aversion to everything, understood the pain of losing someone dear. Despite his pride and the incident that involved being bitten by a snake, Lucy had become a memory he learned to rely on, blurring the lines between that memory and the reality of you. "You did everything you could..." He spoke, the resonance of his voice echoing the tone he maintained during the Games. "You taught him everything, prepared him to be a victor, and yet—" He paused, a moment of reflection taking him back to his own experiences in a similar position with Lucy. 

"Please..." You pleaded, attempting to bury the remnants of memories. Yet, as your gaze locked onto Snow's, you found yourself fully engulfed in his eyes, surrendering to a state of vulnerability and desperation. You implored Snow silently, begging him to restore you to the woman you once were. Snow was prepared to undertake that task, ready to unveil the true essence of himself.

"Stay with me." You uttered the same words spoken that night with Treech by your side, the eve before the Games commenced. Feeling Snow's arms enveloping you, he whispered the same reassurance Treech told you, that everything would be okay, that tomorrow would bring us all home. Unfortunately, that promise remained unfulfilled. “You are at home now.” Snow implied on reassuring you the best he can offer. An offer of love, protection, and making sure you were the queen in his very own eyes. The same way Treech did. 

"I'll ensure your protection, shower you with love, and take care of you." Snow vowed, his words echoing those once spoken by Treech when he confessed his love to you. With that commitment hanging in the air, Snow approached, and this time, with no Peacekeepers present. Snow was fortunate enough to feel his lips meeting yours for the first, and not the last, time. As he leaned in, he silently and gently brushed the bottom of your lips. Unbeknownst to you, Snow had been well aware of the connection between Treech and you. He had observed the way Treech looked at you and noted the similarities in their demeanor just before a kiss. Everything had been meticulously calculated to make you his own. 

Every details were orchestrated to convey the authenticity of a man you had once deeply fell in love. 

[occulthours]

If Bonnie took over as headmistress for Alaric, what would her relationship be like with Hope? Would Klaus suddenly attend Parent-Teacher conferences?

Hello anon! Sorry this took me ridiculously long, I've been packing, moving, and adjusting to dorming for uni this year.

@klonnieshippersclub gave a wonderful answer to an ask similar to this (link), but I'll add my own thoughts!

Of all the TVD/TO characters, Bonnie Bennett was not only the most qualified person to run a supernatural school, she was the only person qualified. The fact that Alaric and Caroline were the ones to open it was a bit ridiculous.

Alaric was very abusive to Hope in canon. I never bought the father-daughter relationship the show attempted to push. Alaric constantly used Hope to shield his own children from violence and fully admitted to allowing Hope into the school for that sole reason. He constantly used Hope for her power while simultaneously reprimanding her for having that power in the first place. Shaming a child as powerful as Hope and then being shocked when she grows to be bitter and resentful towards you is peak delusion.

In contrast, Bonnie, who knows what it's like to wield powerful magic (dark or natural) would be far more understanding of Hope. Hope was guilt-tripped into being the school's savior due to her physical and magical advantage over all of the students. There's no way in hell Bonnie Bennett would have a child on the battlefield in any circumstance. Especially given how she was pushed into being the savior of her friend group at a young age. Bonnie would not only refuse to have Hope fighting a grown-up's war, but she'd ensure that Hope gets the proper emotional and mental health she needs (the proper emotional and mental health that a teenaged Bonnie deserved to have) to combat her suicidal tendencies.

Hope was often left alone to essentially raise herself by her family members throughout her life, namely after her parents died, which is something Bonnie could relate to. Bonnie often came home to an empty house due to her father's work schedule and mother's absence. Aside from Grams, Bonnie didn't have any consistent adult figures in her life. Hope, as someone who grew up isolated in a boarding school, was in need of someone to guide her and Alaric did not meet the criteria to do so. Hope would've majorly benefited from having someone like Bonnie as a mentor.

As for Klaus, I do think that Bonnie would be more proactive (maybe a little more than she should be lol) in the home lives of her students. Especially of those she knows the parents of. Seeing as Bonnie had a deadbeat parent, there's no way she wouldn't have shit to say about one of her students having one (I do think that it's unrealistic and ooc that Hayley nor Marcel even tried to reach out to Klaus when he started his deadbeat era to be the shit out of him, but). Bonnie would take the parent-teacher conference to him if she had to. She wouldn't sit by passively as one of her students wallowed in their suffering nor would she use it to her advantage like Alaric did (seriously. He SUCKS.)

Bonnie would relate to Hope in more ways than any of the other TVD/TO could in regards to magic and family, and I would've loved to see them interact in canon!

Thanks for the ask, and your patience lol.

[asterbats]

Starfallification GTI edition... It's these guys....

Design/Story/Headcanon rambles below!

Virizion

Name: Aramis

Pronouns: She/It

Design Ramblings:

-Her colors are a little dull to imply a sense of melancholy. Kind of a hint that she's not exactly healthy.

-Has a battle scar on her face from one of its escapades pre-GTI

-Has a friendship necklace with Keldeo. She only starts to wear it again in the postgame.

Headcanons/Tweaks:

-Doesn't go by Aramis until far later. Insists on the more distant "Virizion" until the Great Glacier arc

-Because this is an alternate timeline where humans went extinct, the Swords of Justice never became a steady group, so there is no formal quartet. Aramis does not know her own Terrakion and Cobalion.

-She does, however, know Keldeo, of course. There was no sort of mentor/student relationship between the two, they were childhood friends and used to spar frequently. Aramis was a shy child while Keldeo was more bold, so he helped bring her out of her shell. The two had a "he talks enough for the both of us" sort of dynamic. He infodumps and it listens.

-Has always struggled with deep self esteem issues, as she doesn't feel she's particularly likable.

-It actually did know about Keldeo's entercard capabilities, which was how it recognized Umbreon and Espeon as entercard users back in the day. It was very disturbed to see Keldeo's entercard markings in the Great Glacier.

-Didn't expect to find Noodle and Parker as enjoying as they were. She honestly expected to see Parker as a pest. But she found them more and more endearing as time went on and eventually sought out their company on her own very consistently. She’s in a QPR with them.

-She's very expressionless and aloof, which leads Pokemon to assume that she has no real feelings, especially as she rejects all of them. She was like this even before Keldeo sent the letter, but it got worse afterwards, of course. She's very blunt and honest as well, not seeing the point in sugarcoating anything. Because of this, she gets along well with Espeon.

-Feels the most conflicted about their child, as its worried that they will resent her for being aloof and avoid her. Or that they would see her for "what she truly was". But their child loves and looks up to her a ton, which does make her feel better.

Emolga

Name: Parker (Insists on Emolga)

Pronouns: He/It

Design Notes:

-So when I was younger, I always figured that Emolga kinda presented himself as a superhero? Because he swoops in to save Dunsparce in Stompstump Peak, he always sticks up for the little guy, and he's very vain and outspoken. The wings also lended well to that, since they look like a cape. So I wanted to lean into that!

-He's mixed with both Theivul (for the mask, tail, and extra brown color) and Boltund (for the wavy fur and eyes).

Story/Headcanons:

-When Parker was younger, it was abandoned by its parents, and no one was willing to take the orphan in, so he had to steal food to survive.

-It was every Pokemon for itself, so Parker never grew close to other Pokemon. Due to his small size and power, he was usually harassed for what little items he had, so he never trusted anyone.

-When he was a teenager, however, he ran into Noodle. The little snake was being bullied for their money by another group of Pokemon, and was frantically trying to empty his pockets. Emolga typically would have just ignored it to save his own skin... but watching the Pokemon mock Dunsparce and berate him for not having more food, and the sheer desperation and tears in the snake's face, something in him snapped, and he swooped in to defend the Dunsparce, fighting off the Pokemon. He intended to leave soon after, but Noodle insisted on taking care of his wounds and giving the Emolga a place to stay. After that, he and Noodle were best friends.

-Parker stopped stealing after that incident- it didn't want to stay in that lifestyle anymore after seeing how honest Noodle was. Unfortunately, this meant going hungry, so he would often go into Mystery Dungeons to get supplies for them- eventually becoming a stronger fighter for it. This inspired Noodle to want to be a treasure hunter themself, although they got lost very easily- Parker would have to look for them more often than not. Not that he didn't take pride in that... he let that ego go to his head. He loved providing for the smaller Pokemon, sure, but he also craved the notoriety.

-Holds a grudge very easily. You call him a rat and he will remember that decades down the line. He finds it hard to forgive

-Despite his size, he knows how to impose himself. Its got a naturally loud voice and he usually perches himself on high ledges so he stands over people.

-He has a massive heart, though. He adores his partners and will lay himself on the line for them. He also fawns over their child a lot.

-Was the closest to Eris out of the gang for a while, besides Kiran. It taught Eris how to handle his electricity and take care of his new body properly.

Dunsparce

Name: Noodle

Pronouns: They/He

Design Notes:

-Wears a reunion cape given to them by Kiran so they don't get lost as often!

Headcanon/Story notes:

-Was always picked on for being a weaker Pokemon. Because of this, they were rather withdrawn from others, and never put up a fight against larger Pokemon- they just didn't want any trouble.

-Took Parker into their home once he saved them from a group of Pokemon that was harassing them, and the two became fast friends. Parker jokingly called them a "noodle" because of how wobbly they'd get when they were scared, and the name stuck.

-Parker inspired them to want to become an explorer... but unfortunately, they never had the strength for it. He would go into dungeons on his own, and Parker would have to swoop in and save him.

-At first, they admired Aramis for its strength, and thought that if they could only become stronger, they would be liked as well as she was. But when they both joined Paradise, they broke her walls down, and saw her for who she truly was- warts and all. And they appreciated her more and more every day for it.

-Actually fell into a more strategizing/organizer role as the events of the game went on. They came into their own as a fighter and explorer and can hold their own in a fight now, but ended up finding a lot of comfort in taking care of others.

-It was their idea to adopt their kid. The trio had found the egg in a dungeon and Noodle pushed and pushed to raise the child as their own.

[limetameta]

I need tombraxas fics and your opinion on it

I'm about to go OFF under the cut so beware

If you're looking for HEALTHY tombraxas I can offer you the following:

TOM RIDDLE HATES SOCIAL MEDIA

Summary: They're in high school it's modern au, the most dramatic thing that happens is that they know Walburga Black in person, who's trying to be an influencer. This is the cutest tombraxas I've ever written and I love it so gosh dang much. They're just so soft with each other and they love each other like lovesick teenagers can. Tom is a lil repressed and scared because he's a foster kid and Abraxas is a nepo baby and that's bound to create problems, but Abraxas is just so SAFE for Tom.

TOM RIDDLE THE IT GUY

To this day I believe I've peaked with this writing and that I'll never write anything funnier. Take the Riddle era kids, age them up, and shove them in a no magic office au. I'm laughing as I'm writing this honestly every time I remember this fic I giggle.

NOW IF YOU WANT TOMBRAXAS AS KIND OF THE DRIVING FORCE FOR PLOT, BUT SEEN FROM AN OUTSIDE PERSPECTIVE MAY I OFFER YOU:

KNIGHTS AND (PRINCES)SES:

Voldemort Wins the 2ND WAR AU - Ginny falls in love with Luna, but parallel to them Tombraxas is out here being divorced toxic and learning to reconcile because Luna is Voldemort's favourite student and Ginny is Abraxas' favourite student. I like this fic a lot. MAINLY because I love writing Voldemort wins fics that make Voldemort depressed.

THE ARITHMANCY FIC

Trans Harry AU. Abraxas is SICK AND TIRED OF DIVINATION. HE'S GONNA GET VOLDEMORT AND HARRY POTTER TO FUCK OFF WITH THEIR PROPHECY BULLSHIT IF IT'S THE LAST THING HE DOES. Featuring Voldemort being very domestic with Abraxas.

NUMBERED DAYS

Every adult in Harry Potter's life has failed him as a mentor figure. Enter Abraxas Malfoy, who's like I BET I CAN SPEEDRUN my man Tom winning this war and not having him deal with Harry Potter - I'LL BECOME A PROFESSOR AT HOGWARTS! SECRET MARRIAGE TROPE, VOLDEMORT AND ABRAXAS DISS DUMBLEDORE FOR HAVING A GAY RELATIONSHIP LONGER THAN HIS ONE SUMMER ROMANCE ASS. Harry Potter is not harmed. Who knew that was an option???

SNAPSHOTS

This is a story of tombraxas as told through a series of moving photographs.

RUIN

The first time I ever wrote a fic with tombraxas in it (Abraxas doesn't appear, but Voldemort talks about how that peacock man can get it)

it's old 2016 writing tho so beware.

YOUNG SNAKES

Albus Dumbledore gets sorted into Slytherin and how this changes the course of his life. Tom/Abraxas are side characters but they're together and it's clearly stated in text.

TOM RIDDLE SR.

Tom Riddle Sr raises his son. His son is gay for the peacock man, but this story focuses more on the father son dynamic than on them.

SIBLINGS

Hermione time travels to the past and acts as Tom's sister. Tom is flustered by Abraxas lots in this fic and they are together.

NOW ONTO MY MORE EXPERIMENTAL WORKS THE ONE WHO BRINGS COLOUR

Voldemort dies as per canon but he winds up in a hellish world devoid of colour and his senses. As he travels farther and farther out and gains more of his senses, it isn't until he finds Abraxas that colour returns to his life. I like this fic a lot.

THE CHANGELING

Tom Marvolo Riddle (the human) is switched at birth with a fairy changeling. The Fairy AS TOM RIDDLE grows up in muggle london and goes to Hogwarts and has a liaison with Abraxas and becomes Voldemort and all that. Meanwhile Tom Riddle (the human) grows up in the Fairy world and fucks shit up for the Unseelie Queen. I like the prose in this one a lot.

AWARENESS

Voldemort and Abraxas in this fic are not endgame but they are together. Endgame for Voldemort is finally being happy and healthy. For Abraxas it's Minerva. The two of them are still very much clearly codependant on each other and very open, and they do fuck.

AND NOW!!! FOR THE CREME DE LA CREME, FOR THE OP OF ALL MY TOMBRAXAS FICS, THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE, THE MAGNUP OPUS OF MY AO3

RETIRED PROMETHEUS

FUN FACT: The very first fic Abraxas ever appears in my writing, the one that set the precedent for all the other Abraxas in my works FIRST APPEARED IN Retired Prometheus - the LONGEST TOMBRAXAS FIC WRITTEN ON FFNET AND AO3 to date. This fic has truly taught me so much about writing. These two in this fic are so deeply convoluted and yet in love with each other in a very toxis way. I adore them. I adore the messiness, the codependence, the nobody will ever love you as I love you, my love for you is monstrous, but that's fine, I'll love you with all of my monstrous being. Everything that you see in the fics listed above this one CAME as a direct influence Retired Prometheus had on me. This is the OG. This is the abyss that stared at me and had me churning out Tombraxas fics for YEARS. This is the, even though I'm a terrible human being, I deserve to be loved, too, and nobody can do it better than you, you, Hercules, who've come to rescue me from myself, from my punishment from the Gods.

[xtabithanala]

Can you explain the relationship between Festus and Persephone plus their dynamic between their tributes Coral and Mizzen.

I was also thinking about writing a fic where Mizzen wins and goes back to Mags because I believe in them being siblings/cousins Headcanon.

But I'm also interested in the au where Persephone wins the prize and Coriolanus marries her instead. (It could also mean that Sejanus gets to live and join the rebellion with broken-hearted Festus).

Sure <3

I hc that Persephone and Festus fully realised their crush during the 10th Hunger Games especially due to working together so closely. After the loss of Mizzen, Festus puts his bitterness about not getting the prize aside to comfort her. They get together shortly after the games. I hc to get married around the 13th or 14th games and their first child - their son Dionysos - is born around the time of the 15th games. Out of all the Academy students, I hc them to have the most loving, real relationship ♡

I'd love to see a fic of Mizzen winning! I also believe that hc of them being siblings <3 If you write that fic, let me know because I'd definitely read it <3

I think if Persephone won and Coriolanus married her he'd make her life hell. Not just because of Snow being Snow but also because he can't move past that cannibal thing. I think he'd use it as a way to make her comply (telling her what to do or he will spill her dark secret). I also hc him to manipulate her so she'd stay away from Festus, possibly even going as far as making her hate him. Persephone's life as the First Lady is miserable. As she always was more fragile than her classmates, I hc her to start spiralling into depression. I don't think Coriolanus would kill her as he cares far too much about his image and is too scared that people would find out or accuse him of not protecting the First Lady enough. As they get older, Persephone barely leaves the palace. She's only seen at social events such as the Victor's party where she usually gets drunk to forget the horrors of the games and what the victor's go through. Her struggles reach their peak when Finnick Odair wins. As he's only 14, Persephone has massive flashbacks to Mizzen. Mizzen has been a mentor for years but, thanks to Coriolanus, any contact or care Mizzen had for Persephone has broken off. When the 75th Hunger Games come, Finnick is reaped and Mizzen becomes a mentor. Persephone tries to meet him but Coriolanus finds out and locks her away, possibly going as far as threatening to kill her. In similar fashion to my fanfic, Plutarch and the rebels rescue Persephone but they can't rescue Mizzen. In District 13, Persephone is reunited with some of her Academy friends and Finnick. Everyone is really distanced towards her until eventually (when Finnick spills his secrets), Persephone breaks down and tells more things Coriolanus has done - including killing Festus (to take away any chances of Persephone ever falling for him again).

Well... happy AUs aren't my thing I fear :(

[yakuzacanons]

Could we perhaps get some headcanons about about Majima finding out that someone has a massive crush on him, but it's one of his subordinates in the Majima Family and how he'd react? Someone who's absolutely terrified of the man finding out since he's the 'boss' and all? If you're uncomfortable writing stuff about a boss/employee relationship I get it, don't worry about writing about it! Ik the dynamics can be really uncomfortable for some people, so if it's not something you wanna consider writing it's alright. Thank you!

SKSKKSK Majima moment fr fr let's GOOOO. If you want a follow up to this, lemme know as I've left it open ended.

The moment you realized you had feelings for your own boss was terrifying because... how does that even WORK in the yakuza world??!! Trying to keep it under wraps proves difficult and just makes it worse honestly. The more you try not to think about it, the more Majima occupies your mind.

If the rest of the family were completey honest with you, they been knew. Hell, many of them have felt drawn to Majima even if only in a platonic way. He's a charismatic leader and his fearlessness is intoxicating, so they kind of get it. They don't really say anything about it to you or Majima but it floats around in conversation amongst themselves from time to time.

Of course, you never intended for it to be this way. Most people don't get a job with the intention of falling in love with a coworker, especially people in THIS industry. It wasn't an immediate thing either. For a long time, you were just another grunt and he was just your boss.

The whole thing crept up on you like a predator lying in wait patiently to catch its prey. Before you knew it, you were working late hours, finding ways to talk to him by yourself, getting more involved in work than you could rationalize before it finally hit you: you like spending time around this guy.

The rest of the realization hits you in the head like a cartoonishly large hammer. How did you not notice before the way he smiled made your heart race? Or the way his eye would gleam, wild with intoxicating and infectious energy, before a fight would make you smile to yourself?

You try to parse these thoughts as you just admiring him strictly as a worker would look up to their boss or a student to a mentor, but your heart immediately betrays you. You can't deny that your eyes have lingered just a little too long on his chiseled muscles, his tattoo peaking out from underneath his jacket, the sharpness of his jawline, his hands that never seem to lose their dexterity.

While you come to terms with all of this, you kind of stall at work. Now every time he pokes his head up randomly to say hi, you're not quite yourself. You get nervous, you fumble your words more. Everyone notices, including him.

At first, Majima just thinks you had a bad day or something but the more it happens specifically only around him, his curiousity starts to get the better of him. He won't just straight up ask you just yet or even ask any of his men, but he's keeping his eye out.

It was only a matter of time before Majima overhead some of the other men talking about the fact that you've been noticably more flustered in front of the boss lately and how your little crush must really be taking a toll on you. Majima listens intently as they talk, his back pinned against the wall, eye pinned to the floor as he mulls over the information he just heard that clearly he was never meant to hear.

Still, it's not time for a confrontation just yet. Majima's interested in the whole situation but he's pretty closed off and he's not even sure himself if he's a relationship man. Plus, maybe his men misunderstood. He's got to put it to the test himself first, so he does exactly that.

Next thing you know, HE is the one going out of his way to see you all of the sudden, checking up on you throughout the day or asking to speak to you privately. Thinking that maybe you worried him, you regain your cool and suddenly you seem so normal. In private, this makes Majima frown. Had he imagined it? Surely not.

Fortunately for him, and maybe for you, Majima's a sly little bugger. He's going to test this theory out and if he's got to make a push, then so be it. You'll try to hide the shiver that runs up your spine when his gloved hand accidentally brushes against yours for an unusually long amount of time or when he stands a little closer than normal to you during a smoke break.

At this point, you're convinced he's at least suspicious of you, but what does it all mean? Are you overthinking it? Maybe it's a coincidence... do you say something? Say nothing? Wait it out? God, the suspense is killing you. Secretly, it's killing him a little too.

[more-than-a-princess]

Closed starter for @ahogedetective!

It had been Miss Yukizome's idea, in collaboration with the instructor of Class 79. And more often than not, Miss Yukizome got her way: Mr. Munakata supported her always, and with his support came Mr. Sakakura's enforcement, to the point that Headmaster Kirigiri wasn't about to object. But her teacher's heart, Sonia supposed, was in the right place: she always looked for ways for Main Course students to foster relationships not directly tied to their talents, or at least not handed out due to their proficiency in them. That, and the biannual Steering Committee Review was known to terrify the younger students: apparently last year, someone in the 78th Class had managed a panic attack during their exam, startling both the Steering Committee and the onlookers, often involved in various businesses and organizations looking to employ an Ultimate after graduation. In short, it would be a negative look for the school if the pressure put on the shoulders of their Main Course students caused them to break in front of the very people whom they needed to dazzle.

So it had been Chisa Yukizome's idea for the new Class 79: allow members of the third year class, Class 77, to mentor the newest first year students. To prepare them for what it would be like to be watched, judged, and scrutinized by the very people who allowed them entrance into Hope's Peak Academy as well as their future employers and benefactors. An opportunity to observe their investments, so to speak. The school couldn't only run on the Reserve Course fees, after all.

The pairings had been assigned at random, though Sonia had let out an audible sigh of relief when hers had been handed out. Truth be told, she was worried she might be assigned someone who proved a challenge to get along with, like Iruma-san or Momota-san. But to her delight, she'd been assigned not just an underclassman but a friend, and hadn't hesitated to arrange for her and Shuichi to meet on an empty floor of the Hope's Peak Library after classes.

"Saihara-san!" She called quietly, giving him a smile and a small wave as he approached. There were a few other students working on collaborative projects, so their conversation likely wouldn't bother many. Still, it was only polite. "Thank you for coming. I was, in all honesty, concerned about how I might mentor some members of Class 79! But I do hope we shall work well together in this capacity, even though it is odd to be visiting the library for something other than selecting works of fiction to borrow."

She opened a folder to reveal a written form, soon to be filled out by her and every other member of Class 77-B with their assigned first year, depicting plans for exam project evaluations and the steps they'd take together to prepare the first year for the challenge. "Now," She began, as professionally as she could in the company of a friend, whom she'd rather ask if he'd visited a new exhibit devoted to Agatha Christie that was currently touring Tokyo. "What have you come up with thus far to show your recently-acquired knowledge or projects related to your talent? Perhaps I may be able to assist: unfortunately, our teachers are not joking when they tell you that if you fail to impress the steering committee, you may be held back another year."

[torchickentacos]

18 and 25 for May!! (challenge mode: don't say drew for the first one heh)

OOOH thank you! ❤️ Excited for these! From this ask game!

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

I actually have a few that I could go with here, but I think the stand-out is May and Ash's mentor/mentee relationship and getting to see how that grows. I'm (slowly) making my way through early AG (and need to watch and write up my post on ep 6 soon) and it's striking how bad at everything May is in early episodes, said with utmost love. Like, she's terrible at this. Worse than Ash was, maybe. Definitely worse than Dawn or pretty much any other starting companion. But what's so great about her shaky start is that it's a great contrast to Ash at that point. AG Ash is generally Ash at his most abrasive and confident from my wide-but-not-thorough experiences with other seasons. He's at something of a peak right now before going on to experience challenges with Paul (which I need to actually make a post on at some point because AG actually set this up really well using May and Drew/Ash and Gary's rivalry as baselines, only to flip the script with Paul). Anyways, that peak makes him a good teacher for May, and she's as receptive a student as I think she can be given everything.

It's really nice to see her grow in ways that can directly be tied to Ash, and he has a few instances of growing from experiences with her. You can see Ash's battle style reflected in May's so clearly that other trainers make note of it several times- she's fast, hard-hitting, unconventional. She fights like Ash (theoretically. We're supposed to think that she does. In practice, AG battles tend to be 'hit it until it dies' half the time but we're supposed to think that deep strategy went into it every time). She genuinely learns from him and we see the effects of it in a meaningful way. I also think that, in part due to the mentor/mentee relationship, I remember Ash actually being really protective over May compared to other companions? I mean, obviously we're not looking at some episodes (cough, the bicker the better, cough) and he always has to be the hero of everyting but I remember a fair few times that he really went out of his way for her. Which was probably just advanceshipping to balance out contest tbh but I'll take it platonically because we LOVE platonic bonds that are just as strong as anything else!

Save for a few... outliers, May and Ash get along incredibly well and I've always enjoyed the mentor/mentee thing! Also, look at their bulbasaurs 🥺

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Okay. Here's the thing. I do not remember my first impression. I think I was three. I'm only a little older than AG itself is, and I've quite literally been with it as far as I can remember. I grew up with it. I remember going as May for halloween one year at around eight, probably. I know that she's always been my favorite, and not much has changed other than the fact that I like her more now.

I've had the great opportunity to be part of online communities that have deepened my love of all of the characters, and May's no exception. I've spoken to so many people, likeminded and otherwise, and it's been so cool to feel in real time as my view of characters deepens as I listen and discuss them with others.

She's still my favorite. She always has been and at this rate always will be. That hasn't changed at all, but I think that I appreciate her and every other character more from my experiences in communities. I also just hold more sentimentality now than I did before- I associate pokeani with friends! It just makes me happier than it used to despite the fact that I should have 'outgrown' it by now. I do not believe in that. Some people on tumblr like to go on about people who like children's media having fandom brainrot or whatever, to which I say 1.) I've also been enjoying the medical-mystery-people-dying show lately and 2.) who fucking cares. Genuinely. We're all on tumblr. It's the devil's sacrament thing. We're all at the devil's sacrament. We're still blogging about tv shows on company/campus/your own time. You left your dignity and superiority at the login page.

anyways lol i like may :) she's fun.

[cee-grice]

it is blorbo thursday again and so I shall talk about more blorbos >:)

Some relevant info:

In Ethelen, the headmaster of Cielle Academy is often involved in the city's ruling as well. In fact, it's not uncommon for them to be its leader, and even if they're not, they're still a highly important figure

Besides Merridie, the other more relevant country is Edkava (where Endra is from), and it should be noted that, albeit officially being a uniformly governed country, it's split into many 'underground' districts that the government doesn't recognize on paper, but often does off it

Renowned mages are often referred to as 'Master/Mistress [surname]'

The Ladies

Clariene Silvoir

the current headmistress of Cielle Academy, going on her fifth year

(Quil's exile has also been lasting for five years....curious)

is technically an all-rounder mage, but taught mainly transmutation, despite rarely performing it herself outside of class

Quil's past mentor!! the students in the Academy get assigned mentors in their third year (out of six), but Quil got her in the first year, so they've known each other for A While

that was a huge deal, too, because already she was a favored candidate for the headmistress' spot and famously took on very few students

anyways they sure had an. Interesting relationship

will do what needs to be done and will do it with a smile

the Peak of high society etiquette

she didn't reach the top of the mage community by being nice and polite, though :)

47ish, prefers puffy gowns regardless of the occassion, has curly purple hair, likes to have gold dusting her skin, lots of jewelry

I just now realized I could have been adding quotes to these intros. fuck. anyways gonna add some to the previous ones too ahaha but here's one from her:

Mistress Silvoir hummed, an odd look crossing her face. “No… Certain circumstances arose at a later time which forced our hand.” ‘We’, ‘our’; it was always we and our with Mistress Silvoir. Not I and mine. Just in case in the future it’d need to turn to they and their.

Mela d'Alisso

Quil's mom :) :(

current matron of the d'Alisso family, cares very little about anyone outside of her immediately circle, though, lol

like most of her family, specializes in charm magic, and is frickin good at it

used to work at the Cielle Academy as a field researcher, left shortly before Quil enrolled. now works at a private institution that deals with breaking/reversing charms

married a doctor that dislikes magic (???), they're divorced now lol

her and Quil are pretty similar in character, which. considering Quil's tendency to do as he likes and not listen to anyone else, causes issues lmao

absolutely adores him, though—there's nothing as important to her as her child and nothing she wouldn't sacrifice for his wellbeing. when she loves, she Loves

hm yeah he's definitely her son lolll

I feel so bad for her it's not even funny

53ish, tall, long, chestnut-colored hair, prefers to wear earthy colors and opts for simpler, elegant dresses

quote:

"I’m not asking for anything," she said, quieter. "I’m not asking for your gratitude or consideration. If you don’t wish to have me in your life, fine. But I refuse to aid you in your suicide." "I'm not asking you to," Quil said, curt. "I know what I'm doing." Her face twisted. "Like you knew last time?"

Leanda Velion

Endra's mom :D D:

a venemagik herself, also a pretty unique one (can't say what, spoilers :((). has holographic skin because of it

the youngest of the ladies and was almost a teen mom

The baddest bitch, though

managed to secure her own district, albeit a small one, in Edkava at age 22, and the politics there are Cutthroat (she may have actually had to cut a few throats....we don't talk about that)

established a venemagik-exclusive settlement there which houses venemagiks who for whatever reason don't want to live with the rest of society/are persecuted. it functions as a safe haven for them, essentially. on the brochure, anyway lol

the younger ones refer to her as Mother, so, uh, make of that what you will

absolutely despises mages and priests

the one with the highest kill count out of the entire cast

are these two statements linked? maybe

does really care about her child, too, but has a bit of a funny way of showing it at times...

anyways, in short. goddamn Intense

44ish, short, blonde, wears simple but bright clothing (looks nice with her holographic skin :))

quote:

Leanda breathed a high, wry laugh as she moved closer to him. “Has a single word I’ve said ever stuck with you? Or are you as unteachable in life as you were in class?”  Endra bristled, “I’m not a kid anymore, I’ll have you fucking know. Stop treating me like one.” “Yes, you stand before me as an adult, yet you lack all the wits of one.”

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[queer-starwars-bracket]

Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 2): General Bracket Match 18

Lula Talisola | Identity: wlw | Media: The High Republic Phase I

Lula Talisola was a padawan student of the Star Hopper, who was part of a group of Padawans receiving training from Yoda during his sabbatical from the High Council. During the Great Disaster, they helped save the citizens of the planet Trymant from a simultaneous Emergence and Nihil attack. They were helped by Zeen Mrala, who was a member of a cult that didn’t accept Force users. After revealing her powers, she joined the padawans on the Star Hopper as essentially a Jedi auxiliary, receiving training from the padawans and their masters even though she couldn’t become a Jedi. The Jedi of the Star Hopper attempted to capture Kix Kamerat, Zeen’s friend who was quickly rising through the ranks of the Nihil. During that time, Zeen and Lula grew romantically close and only managed to capture Kix due to finding a balance between their love and nonattachment/duty and the Force connection that facilitated. During the Destruction of Starlight Beacon, Lula went missing.

Lula began her journey with the best grades in all areas of being a Jedi, but feeling very uncertain about being able to actually succeed in a real mission. She felt like she couldn’t share her fears with her fellow padawans and masters. Despite that, she slowly gained confidence as she gained field experience. She wasn’t hardened by the horrors of the conflict with the Nihil, and kept Zeen from Force-choking Krix, even though that allowed him to escape. And the end of the comic series, she is offered a knighthood, but rejects it until she can figure out her feelings for Zeen and fully dedicate herself to the Order. She’s Kantam’s Padwan, who was Yoda’s Padawan, making her part of the disaster lineage. 

Ty Yorrick | Identity: bisexual | Media: The High Republic Phase I

Ty Yorrick was once a padawan of the Jedi Order, but left after her friend was possessed by a Dark Side artifact and she was forced to kill him. Over the course of the next decade, she became a monster hunter known as the “Saber for Hire”. Her worked with two droids, the dog-like astromech R0-VR and the fussy admin droid KL-03. She kept a level of distance from both droids, seeing them as tools and like her ship, not deigning to name them. Her relationship with KL-03 was constantly strained, with KL-03 always worrying about the state of their financials and chiding Ty whenever her altruistic instincts hurt their bottom line. Before the events of the Republic Fair on Valo, she used items known as verazeen stones to make decisions like whether to accept a job for her. On one job, she was tailed by a young Segredo named Drewen who appointed himself her apprentice, creating the eager youngster and jaded unwilling mentor buddy dynamic for the events of the Monster of Temple Peak comic miniseries. After the job, they separated, but the frame narrative of The Nameless Terror depicts him finding Ty and inserting himself back into her life.

She was present for the attack on the Republic Fair, having been brought to Valo on a bodyguard job. During that job, she flirted with her employer’s daughter, but knew she couldn’t actually pursue the relationship despite wanting to because of the woman’s position (being bisexual comes from authorial clarification). During the attack on the Fair, she fought alongside the Jedi Elazar Mann, using the Force to control and fight upon the back of a pair of draconic sanvals. Afterwards, since she was already involved, she joined the Jedi in their attack on the Nihil stronghold of Grizal. 

[thefinalboss387]

For a very long time, I LOVED Eobard Thawne in The CW’s Flash TV series. I mean, I still love him, but... hoo boy his characterization has been shaky over the show’s 8 seasons. Excuse me for a minute while I rant about the downfall of one of my favorite characters ever under the cut. Watch out for spoilers.

In season 1, he was arguably at his peak. He was the big bad of the season, hiding in plain sight as the mentor helping and growing not only the Flash, but his entire team. Despite being a good guy 95% of his screentime, his whole character was shrouded in mystery... why is he pretending to be in a wheelchair? Why is this nice mentor killing people when the Flash isn’t looking? Why do so many people have murderous grudges against him? How many secrets is this guy holding onto? Why does he seem so unhealthily obsessed with the Flash? What is it he’s after? Who exactly is Harrison Wells?

And as we got the answers to those questions... they didn’t disappoint! Thawne was a complex, compelling character. He traveled back in time and got stuck in the present, and in order to return to his own time, he had to be the one to give his greatest enemy the Flash his powers and get him fast enough for the task. In the process, he actually grew to love and respect his enemy, despite holding onto so much hatred and contempt for his future self. It created a fascinating dynamic between Flash and Reverse-Flash. Both sides loved each other as friends, as mentor/student, as teammates, but they also hated each other, and all the conflict and hesitation that came with holding those two extremes for one another.

And that dynamic didn’t even just stop with Barry/Flash... He had an almost-familial relationship with Cisco and Caitlin, with Joe... he was one of the team, even though he was secretly plotting to destroy the people he was growing to love.

After season 1, though... it feels like a lot of the complexities and nuance of the character just kind of... fizzled out.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, there are still some noticeable glimpses of it. In season 2, he left a video will where he gave all of his belongings, the laboratory, etc to Barry, and even confessed to his mother’s murder to get his father out of prison. When a different world’s Harrison Wells comes around, it takes Barry a minute to come to terms with someone wearing his greatest enemy’s face, and he needs to let go and forgive Thawne before he can move on.

In season 5, Thawne ends up being the big plot-twist villain of the season, secretly pulling the strings behind Nora, Barry’s time-traveling future daughter. Similarly, he was using her to achieve his own ends, but grew to actually love her and care about her. He still didn’t feel as complex as he used to... but there was something there, and it was appreciated.

Beyond that, though... Thawne kind of just became a typical, mustache-twirling hate machine. He kept coming back, time and time again, looking to destroy the Flash’s life. All of the conflicted emotion and love is gone - not just from Thawne’s side, but all of the heroes see him just as a villain they need to stop.

In Legends of Tomorrow, Thawne becomes the main antagonist of season 2, and creates an entirely new reality that is shaped in his image -- and none of the Flash team is present in it. The Legends are all in subservient minion-type roles to him, Thawne is even at STAR Labs again, but the Flash is dead and his team is nowhere to be found. After all the love he had for Barry, Cisco, Caitlin, etc., you mean to tell me they have no place in his “perfect” world?? He mentions his work with Team Flash in passing at one point, so this version of Thawne did experience that, but has none of the emotion attached to it anymore. My personal headcanon is that he still kept them all onboard as doting lab assistants or something, because I refuse to believe he wouldn’t want them back in his life after openly saying how much he cared for them all only a few seasons ago.

There is a storyline where a version of Thawne stops being a supervillain and settles down. But it also comes with amnesia and pretty much becoming a whole other character, so that was kind of disappointing. We’ve seen firsthand that Thawne has good qualities and is capable of love and friendship... but apparently he needs amnesia to really embrace it at all... with brand new characters we’ve never seen before.

By the time season 8 comes around, Thawne becomes an avatar of the negative forces and essentially loses all of his humanity and becomes a big beast of a final boss for the Flash to take down. Which, for a big final battle to settle the score once and for all, is kind of cool, but it’s disappointing that the road leading to this final confrontation was so generic. Thawne had lost his humanity a long time ago, and was just an obstacle to take down now.

I want the Thawne that actually loved Barry and his team, who still battled them and tortured them, but had to stop and wince in hesitation and conflict before doing so. The Thawne who complimented how smart Cisco was and called him a son before killing him. The Thawne who constantly told Barry he loved him and tried to emotionally manipulate him out of fighting. The Thawne that Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin looked up to and saw as a mentor and an idol, despite the evil he’d done.

Sorry for the rant. Eobard Thawne, the show version of him, was - and is - one of my favorite characters of all time. But I feel like, as the show went on, they moved away from the fascinating new take they created and moved closer to the generic, spiteful villain of the comics. And that is truly a shame. It wasn’t how much he hated the Flash, or how many times he kept coming back, that made him a great character. It was the history he had with the heroes, the relationships, the conflict. How he came off as so caring and kind, and lifted them up while secretly stabbing them all in the back. I realize that there is only so much they could’ve done with that dynamic once the facade was lifted, but... the show hardly even tried to capitalize on that past and add depth to their conflict moving forward. It was just.... hatred. On both sides.

The show started right out the gate with Flash’s biggest enemy. And while his initial arc was great, I feel the show overall suffered for it. Of COURSE the Reverse-Flash was going to end up coming back again and again - anyone who has read a Flash comic knows that that’s his thing. But, in season 1, his story was already fully completed and satisfying. It felt like his return in future seasons (with the possible exception of season 5′s Nora arc) was just checking off a checklist of necessary things to do, not so much doing any actual service to his character or storyline.

[the-chihayafuru-landslide]

Hi,hope you're having a good day! 😊

I just wanted to know your opinions on Akihito Sudo as a character, from Chihayafuru. He's my third favourite character after taichi and suo but I'm sad that I don't find anyone talking about him very much. Plus I was trying to find some fanfics and hc's of him and didn't find any either. >⁠.⁠< So if you know any,can you pls recommend..

Thank you🤗

Hello!!

Ahh you’re my first ever anon so I’m so very excited that it’s a nice message considering how contentious the fandom can be at times haha.

Anyways my thoughts on Akihito Sudo!! I actually love his character though I feel like at times I wish he was involved more in the plot because he was so funnyyyy. Not gonna lie I hated him at first cause he /the audacity/ while playing Chihaya but then I was like oh there’s more to it! Suetsugu did that to me with several characters 💀 Suou being one of them.

Upon rereading some chapters I find his relationship between Suou to be so interesting. Like he was clearly Suou’s friend before Taichi and yet the minute Taichi started to idk I guess we can say “cling” to Suou and they developpee a kind of mentor/student relationship friendship Sudo gets kind of jealous 😭 and when I say “kind of” I’m actually partly convinced he was out there being like WELL THEN IMMA STEAL YO GIRL TACIHI and that’s why he went behind Suou’s back and gave Chihaya the recordings (though I should say now I 100% HC Sudo as being gay lmao).

Also another actual favourite moment of mine is when he plays Taichi in the qualifier matches. That was peak Taichi vs. Sudo mind games 😭 Sudo trying to make Taichi sweat by mentioning Chihaya but then the second Taichi mentions a secret that Suou revealed to him (how for Suou the cards disappear before they are read) Sudo gets so flustered he makes a fault 😭 Fbdjfbdjdb

Taichi knew exactly what he was doing.

I’m not sure if you’re up to speed with the Chihayafuru news but in a recent Twitter live with Suetsugu for the Karuta fund calendar we western fans ofc were there and none of us speaking any Japanese so we were trying to translate the CC with google translate. However there was something v juicy BUT please take the following with a grain of salt but this is what we think was said:

Someone: Does Suout have a girlfriend ?

Suetsugu: no. But he has Sudo.

SO ANYWAYS SUDOXSUOU CANON?? DJBDDHDB. Again we have no idea who the voices belong to or even if that was really was what said so take it with a grain of salt.

Speaking of other dellusions:

I am waiting for my romantic spin off with Sudo and Suou with them being bad boys with sex appeal 😤

As for external content I don’t know of any but since there is so few fan content for Chihayafuru in general I haven’t consumed a lot because I’m spacing it out to keep the hole in my heart filled for as long as I can 😭

However sometimes you gotta be the change you want to see in the world! I’m writing the worst fanfic you have ever read for my own pleasure 😖 it’s rough cause I’m realizing very quickly that I am not a writer like at all djdhdjdj. My prose is so bad it’s not cute. But I’m having fun!

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if you had to rank them, which dynamics do you prefer?

Evil!Chase and good!Omi

Evil!Chase and evil!Omi

Good!Chase and good!Omi

Kitty!Omi and Dragon!Chase

Kitty!Omi and Chase

Omi and Dragon!Chase

Thank you for this wonderful ask anon! And I’m really really sorry for this late reply!

This answer is going to be a long nonsensical ranting because this is what I love so much so I’m sorry in advance XD we’re really in it now anon

Evil!Chase and Good!Omi:

The classical dynamic that pull me in like a mad person. It’s all about that delicious irony of the evil and vile antagonistic force being the only one who truly understand and obsessed with bringing out the blossoming potential of the young and naive protagonist of the opposite side. “I can fix him” “I can make him worse”. Chase wanted to forced Omi into his folds and principals. Chase care about Omi too much to actually leave him scars in any way. Chase believe in Omi in a way that no one else cannot. Chase doing all of that while staying true to his selfish and tyrannical way until the very end. Evil mentor who actually act and even wanted to be a mentor to this Xiaolin young warrior. They never truly give up on each other, for the better or the worse. Omi get his ego inflated because of Chase. Omi learn true humility because of Chase. Individuals who feels isolated from their peers because of the inferiority complex cause by themselves and others. Chase in one way or another help Omi avoid Chase’s own fate. This is the pinnacle of everything that keep me up at night. Peak protagonist and antagonist dynamics. XC prove that this relationship is the true core of their character development because without it Chase and Omi are just simply horrible people.

Evil!Chase and Evil!Omi

This is the most hypocritical thing Chase had ever done and I love it. Chase is so deep in delulu land and as the same time he isn’t. Omi will join me this Omi will join me that and then he’ll do the brainwashing anyway. Funky little murder monk jumping around his lair. Chase thinks this is completely normal. Omi’s first man hunt yayyyy. Omi’s first time betraying his friends and master yayyyy. Omi first time experiencing the evil that he’s always fight tooth and nail against yayyyyy. Omi’s first time being robbed of his own agency by his own mistakes yayyyyyyy. Imagine knowing that you can’t really convince your self proclaimed student to side with your ideals so you just make a very convoluted plan to brainwashed him and make him loyal to you after by his honor code, couldn’t be me. Evil!Omi is always laughing but there’s nothing but bitterness in their situation, it’s hysterical, it’s vile, I hate and love it so much.

Good!Chase and Good!Omi

I’m sorry for being mean but we know who will win the custody battle between Chase and Fung. Og Chase is evil and even then people are seriously consider just let Chase raise Omi anyway. With good Chase there isn’t even going to be a competition. He literally kneel down to talk to Omi on eyes level. He’ll throw hands with the most dangerous Heylin warrior to protect Omi. “We’ve never met but I feel like I know you”. Vs Fung who thinks that acknowledging Omi’s need for validation from parental figures for once will make him arrogant. Chase and Omi knew each other for like a day and immediately become generation gap besties. The path that og Chase could have had if only there was someone stopping him from going to the wrong path, the true verdict for Chase’s nobility if fate had given him a chance. It’s the foreshadowing Chase redemption arc that only appears in my dreams because of course season 3 have to be about beans

Kitty!Omi and Dragon!Chase

All I’m saying it if you go back to the fight for Omi’s freedom battle episode, when Chase crawled after Omi to get him and Omi yells the classic sparrow eating hot dog that literally throws Chase of his reptile maniac mode for a second, you can see just before that moment, Dragon!Chase looked like he was actually grab kitty Omi by his own hands. Like, just give the cheese kitty a really bone crushing hug to stop him from starting a revolution against your dictatorship with his friends. We got a doting cat owner in the form of a giant lizard and his rebellious newly acquired cheese kitty who give him headaches but he still love him. I’ve been thinking about that for five years.

Kitty!Omi and Chase

Look at me I’m like the new overlord of the earth, just split it in halves btw, there’s fire and blood and agonizing screams of the damned around me and all, real hectic if you asked me, I wonder how I can ransack the next poor neighborhood with a bunch of volatile, vicious army of well trained warriors turned predators, and-oh Omi do you need a scratch? Okay let me just stop literally everything I’m doing real quick.

Omi and Dragon!Chase

This is the real reason why Chase wanted to recruit Omi, only after that did he realized Omi’s potential too. Omi is a dangerous-side-of-nature magnet and Chase is an oversized venomous (figuratively and literally) lizards with an army of carnivorous cats. It just simply what’s going to happen. Nobody can ovoid it. Mother Nature put attracting weird creatures in Omi’s genes.

Annnnnd lastly, my personal favorite dynamic, Good!Chase and Evil!Omi

Long story short, this fine young gentleman have a crazy chihuahua who will bites every one except him. He’s think his chihuahua is the most cutest thing ever. He knows about the bitings tho, but whether he cares or not it’s entirely up to debate. In conclusion pure dose of serotonin for me.

[aquilaaqua]

Bracelet (Ryusoulger)

“Penny for your thoughts.” 

    Bamba elected to ignore Master Black in favor of watching Asuna help her students dress up in Santa and reindeer costumes. Of course, his former mentor smiled sadly. He and Bamba were slowly mending their master-student relationship, but they were not at the point where Bamba could confide in him yet. Even so, he could guess what was going on in his protegee’s mind.

  “Thinking of whether you should give that little box in your pocket to her?”

   The Regal Knight immediately turned to scowl at his mentor. Master Black only laughed, undeterred by Bamba’s moodiness. “You should give it to her and confess your feelings. There’s nothing stopping you now.”

  “Who asked you?” Bamba said sullenly.

  Master Black clapped his shoulder and squeezed it. “Take it from this old man, don’t be afraid to speak your heart out or you’ll regret it.”

  With that, he moved away.

  Bamba watched his departing master until he was out of earshot. He frowned at his hand that was clutching the box in his pocket. He had bought it in a spur of the moment decision the last time he was in the city. It would be a good Christmas present for Asuna. She would love it. But it all depended on whether he could muster the courage to give it to her.

  “Bamba! Don’t just stand around there. Help me with the kids.” Asuna whined as she ran over to grab his arm and haul him over to the gaggle of kids now giggling at his expense. 

  Contrary to his appearance, Bamba was good with kids as evident by the way he raised Towa by himself. Asuna found out about this soon after she opened up her school and made him help teach her students when she can. 

  So the sight of him being dragged around by Asuna was familiar to them. 

  ******

  As the celebrations died down and Asuna and Bamba made sure every kid was back with their parents, they retreated to the roof of the school building to relax.

  “Thanks so much for helping today.” Asuna thanked her friend as she munched on a pastry from the box shared between them.

  “It’s nothing.” Bamba reached into his pocket, letting his fingers brush against the box. It was now or never. “Asuna…”

   “Hm?” The Stalwart Knight tilted her head at him. “Yes?”

  “...Merry Christmas.” Bamba thrusted the box into her hand and got up and left.

  “Ah…?” Asuna stared after him then at the box that was now in her hand. Curious, she peaked inside and gasped. There was a silver band bracelet with rose quartz encrusting it. She delicately lifted it out and turned it over in her hand.

  Something niggled at the back of her mind about the rose quartz. Ui once said that gems can have meanings so Asuna looked it up. The meaning of rose quartz is…

  Asuna turned bright pink as she realized what Bamba’s gift meant. 

  “...Is it a coincidence? Or not?” Asuna wondered. With Bamba gone and not likely wanting to talk, she was left with no answers.

  But the bracelet was still pretty, regardless of Bamba’s intentions. So she gladly wore it. 

  Now, she just had to find the perfect present to give to him.

(Bamba immediately knew who left the cake and coupons to a yakitori in the city on his doorstep the next day. Master Black laughed at Asuna’s language of love, which is food.)