#seventeen aki

[junohhhh]

no sorry I’m not into real men or men who know I exist.. I’m waiting for any of my anime men or kpop idols to come and sweep me off my feet<3

[brayneworms]

i'll fetch you anything you like.

featuring. aki hayakawa x gn!reader

content. MDNI, smut, riding, begging, crying, smoking, light masochism, burning (reader puts a cigarette out on aki), mild codependency, pet names (loverboy, darling), gender neutral reader, agab not mentioned, sub!aki + dom!reader, a little angst, pining, kissing, vague love confessions.

word count. 3.2k

synopsis. aki's smoking is a nasty habit, but you're certain you can get him to quit. also, aki pines.

notes. minors don’t interact. anyways how’s this for a first post ( totally normal abt aki hayakawa )

Aki Hayakawa is an orphan in every sense of the word.

Literally being the one most people associate him with, but—Aki comes to a realisation when he's maybe thirteen or fourteen that the word runs deeper than that. It's not as if your entire life is defined by your relationship with your parents, after all; even people who have ones that are alive become something other than offspring in their life. Husband, brother, uncle, father. But orphan sticks, no matter how many people you fill your life up with to replace the parents you lost. Aki thinks there is something in the word that rings of loneliness; he could father a hundred children, become grandfather to two hundred more, gain friends and a partner, and still he would be Aki Hayakawa, orphan.

Alone.

"That's a bad habit."

Aki's fingers don't pause in their ministrations, thumb pressing down on the jut of the lighter as it zips to life. The cherry of his menthol cigarette glows in the blue-dark of the office. The sky outside the thin window is pale with the gloaming, and he breathes a haze of gritty smoke over it, sullying the view.

You've made yourself at home on his desk, legs swinging leisurely. You must be cold in only his work-shirt and boxers that cling to your hips and thighs. You watch him passively, head cocked.

"One of my least dangerous ones," he intones, which is true enough for a man who has three years to live at most.

"Oh? What tops the list?"

Aki eyes you serenely. "I dunno if you've heard, but I work for this place called the Public Safety Division."

Your laughter breaks the delicate quiet like a flock of birds taking off from a tree. "Put it out. I hate the smell."

Aki's dark brows crinkle. "I'm not wasting a perfectly good cigarette. If it bothers you so much, eat it."

"Eat it? You freak."

"At least then someone's getting something out of it."

You hop from the desk, yawning. In the dim light that is starting to grow just a little brighter, Aki can see the beginnings of bruises on your throat and collarbone, vanishing in an ugly rainbow trail down to the hastily-down buttons of his work shirt. Your socked feet pad along the threadbare carpet on your way over to him, and Aki inhales deeply. Maybe if there's enough smoke in his lungs it will encourage him not to breathe; that way, he won't do that god-forsaken embarrassing thing he does when you get close. His heart stutters, and it makes his breath hitch audibly. The worst part is you seemed to be goddamn attuned to it—there seems to be little you like more than knowing you have an effect on him.

Aki doesn't stop you when your fingers come up to encircle his cigarette, brushing his as you pluck it gently from between his lips. He hates that even the smallest kiss of your skin against his still sends liquid lightning zipping through him, like he's that seventeen-year-old he was when he met you, the one full of spite and anger who hadn't been held since his mother died.

You pull the cigarette away, still lit; the butt glows red and angry between your delicate hold, gleams in the reflection of your eyes. When Aki meets them, he feels his mouth go dry; your pupils are large and black, engulfing iris, barely blinking as you look up at him.

"Bet I can make you quit," you say.

Aki snorts. "Better men than you have tried."

"Anything can be unlearned," you counter smoothly. "All bad habits go away with a little punishment."

Aki feels his heartbeat quicken, tries not to let the way that one word sets his blood alight show on his face. "Hm," he says noncommittally, but frustratingly, he doesn't think he's fooled you for a second.

Your serene smile curved into something sharp as easily as breathing. "Gimme your hand."

And Aki does, though he knows where this is going. You turn his hand over gently at the wrist, leaving it palm-up, fingers splayed in your grip. You hold him so gently it makes him shiver. Carefully, slowly—Aki thinks, giving him much time to pull away—you raise the burning end of the cigarette and plant it in the centre of his pale palm, a stinging kiss. Aki hisses, grits his teeth, but dutifully doesn't move even as his hand twitches involuntarily at the contact. Just as tears start to needle at his eyes, you twist the butt and pull away, leaving a shallow pool of grey ash, a black soot mark, and a stinging red welt like a patch of burning leaves.

His eyes are glued to the masterpiece you've made of his boring skin. The burn throbs unpleasantly, but something low and hot has come alive in his abdomen at the lingering kiss of pain. It satiates something inside him just smoking the thing could never hope to touch. He likes the futility of feeding himself his own death, sure—makes him feel like he has marginally more control over it, despite what the Curse Devil might have to say about it. This sort of pain is different; it goes straight for the gullet, and it makes it all the more sweet that it's you doing it.

A stupid, lonely part of Aki—orphan—wants to believe you're doing this because you care for him. Because you want him to live as long as possible. The grown, cynical man he supposes he's become thinks you must be just as fucked up as he is. It doesn't really matter either way; Aki's loved you for years, and he's astonished he's even gotten this far with you, and he'll take anything you deign to give him, pleasure or pain because it's all sort of the same to him anyway.

You unscrew a bottle of drinking water and hold it over your discarded blazer, soaking the lapel before pressing it to the burn. Aki grunts, eyebrows knitting up as a strange cocktail of relief and pain throbs slowly through his body. Your hands holds the wet fabric over his one, like a ribcage encasing a beating heart. Oh, Aki would let you hold his heart in your hands, and who cares what you decided to do with it? It's hardly his business; it belongs to you anyway.

He leans in to kiss you, gets close enough to brush his lips against yours and feel his pupils dilate before you turn your head, ducking. Aki feels his heart stutter anxiously as you turn your serene face up to him.

"Hate the taste," you say.

Aki frowns. "I barely smoked it for thirty seconds."

"It lingers."

Aki isn't stupid; this is part of the punishment. And the goddamn annoying part is that it's working. Even as you take his other hand to hold the soaking blazer against his burn and turn away, every fibre in his body wants to stop you. Turn you back around, pin you against the wall, swallow any complaints with his lips. He wants to make you melt against him, wants to melt himself under you in that way you always manage to do to him. He likes feeling like he doesn't have to think with you; just await whatever comes next, pain or pleasure, and he'll take it because it's you.

But Aki doesn't move. He's not a problem dog. He stands quietly and nurses his burn, tracking you with his eyes as you re-dress yourself, his shirt tucked into your slacks, tie wound through the collar, work boots laced up to the ankle.

"I gotta run home and shower," you say, tugging your blazer on. "I'll see you back here in, like, an hour."

Aki nods. "Okay."

The grin you flash him is little more than poisonous; it makes it heart skip a beat. "How's your burn?"

He swallows around a dry throat, holding your stare with a touch of timidity. "What burn?"

Delight shivers over your expression like wind ruffling a field of grass, and you stride the length of the cramped office and kiss him. Aki grunts, rendered thoughtless the moment your mouth touches his, your hands in his collar and his hair; his hands go slack, blazer fluttering to the ground, and the welt on his palm stings horribly when his hands come up to latch around your shoulders and neck. He pulls you closer, a little frantic, and he has barely a moment to reflect on how worrying it is that he's this desperate for your touch after being denied only once, but before he can think to dwell on it you're parting your lips and he's tugged your body flush against his own. He's so close he could drown in you. For a moment, he wants to.

Far too soon, you pull away. You're delighted. "Good," you murmur, and he hates how his heart leaps into his throat. "You're so good, Aki."

His face is on fire. "I'm not a dog," he manages.

"Sure you are," you say matter-of-factly. "And I'm Pavlov. I'll break that nasty habit of yours if it's the last thing I do. Give you something else to focus on. Okay?"

Aki licks his dry lips. "You can try," he says hoarsely, hoping it doesn't sound as much like an invitation as he thinks it does. The impish smile you give him implies he's shit out of luck.

Aki is in hell.

He knows this, because every time the two of you have hooked up since your little conversation in his office, he hasn't been allowed to kiss you if you detect even a whiff of smoke on his breath. It's killing him a little, to be honest. Fucking without kissing just feels wrong. It makes him forget it's you, sometimes, his vision of you sliding out of focus 'till you could be just anyone. And Aki doesn't fuck just anyone. He fucks people he loves.

He loves you. But he can't have you. And he can't even kiss you so he can pretend he has you, if only for a minute. It's just fucking, a tumble of sweating limbs and gasps and grunts, of a thrilling cocktail of pleasure and pain and almost-confessions bitten back at the last second, hidden in the crook of your neck.

Your shitty wooden headboard creaks into the shitty thin bedroom wall, and Aki spends a moment in lucidity to send a silent apology to your neighbours. One arm braces against the wood, flexing with every fast jerk of his hips, and you're under him, eyes clenched shut and meeting his thrusts in a way that has Aki wondering why anyone could think being on top had to mean being in control. He's oiled to your machine, matching the rhythm of your hips and trying not to drown as your back arches up from the sweat-damp sheets, stomach curving into his, one arm holding fast around his neck.

You feel so good he could cry. Not that that would be an irregular occurrence, or anything—he'd practically sobbed the first time you fucked, and back then you'd been all fluttering concern, stopping even though he tried to sputter please, Christ, don't stop, I'll die if you stop, please. He supposes you're kind, in your own way. You'd stroked away his tears and kissed his damp face.

"Aki," you groan, bringing him forcefully back to the present; his dark bangs dangle in his eyes as he looks down at you, mouth agape and head cloudy. "Wh-what's got you so wound up?"

As if you don't know. Aki grits his teeth.

Your hand makes patterns on the damp nape of his neck as his rolling hips slow, as he breathes deep to try and regain a semblance of his dignity. "Loverboooy," you croon up at him, your free hand gripping at the junction between his hip and thigh. Aki grimaces; he hates that nickname. "Talk to me."

Aki glares at you. "You know—I want—you know. St-stop it."

He whimpers somewhere high in his throat as your body tightens around him, free hand coming up to scrub down his face. "D-don't!"

"Sorry, sorry," you laugh. "I'm sorry. Why don't you tell me what you want? Maybe I'm feeling nice."

It feels like a trap, like luring his feelings into the light just to snap a bear trap over them. But Aki wants, he yearns so deeply and desperately that he's just about willing to risk it. "Want to kiss you."

Your eyes gleam. "Do you?" you ask, as if this is news to you.

His arms shake. "Please."

God, he's pathetic. He's so used to being in control, to tailoring every facet of his life meticulously, grooming and tidying and cleaning. He knows the exact amount of calories he should eat per day. He puts his shoes on a rack so he never tracks mud onto the tatami mats. His shower utensils are organised in the order he uses them—shampoo, conditioner, face-wash, scented gel. He likes being in control. He thinks, anyway. You make him reevaluate. You make him reevaluate an awful lot.

You toss your head back against the pillows; you have the audacity to laugh. "Saw you smoking earlier," you tell him, and Aki's stomach goes cold. "Mm... full pack, too. A new one? When'd you buy that."

"Th-that was hours ago." And it's true; when Aki learns you're coming over, he puts his cigarettes in a locked draw and puts the key somewhere difficult to reach. "It won't still taste. I've eaten. I brushed my teeth."

That's just good manners.

"It's the principle of the thing, loverboy," you say, and your hand comes up to his chest and rolls him over. Aki gapes, whining at the loss of contact only to choke on his own voice as you sling a leg over his hips and slide him back into you. Your nails scrape red railroads down the pale skin of his sternum at the stretch, and Aki watches, mesmerised as you start to move, the flex of the muscles in your thighs, the vein bulging in your throat as you toss your head back. He wants to be all over you, a hand on your neck feeling your pulse go berserk for him, his teeth in your skin as proof he was there, nose buried in your hair, dirty and rough and the exact opposite of the way he usually wants you. That is—soft and kind, romantic, slow and heady as syrup.

He wants kisses that taste like tears, whispered confessions into bedsheets. He wants, painfully, the constant assurance he can never ask for. I love you. I love you. Oh, Aki, I love you.

"Kiss me," he gasps instead, writhing against the bedsheets, head thrown back at the brutal pace you set him. He's so close, teeth gritting and muscles locking up but without a kiss it feels cold and incomplete. "Please, please, kiss me, please—"

"You're a brat, Aki," you hiss, and Aki's heart twitches in his chest; he can hear his pulse in his skull. "You ignore the one rule I gave you, and you still think you get to ask for what you want?"

"It's a bullshit rule," he snaps. "I—I can't just, hah, I can't j-just turn it, off, oh, fuck—"

"You okay?" you ask in a fleeting moment of mercy. Aki's eyebrows knit up. "Am I—is it too much?"

Aki shakes his head. "I'm okay," he mumbles pitifully. "I'm close."

"I know, darling," you murmur. "It's okay. I'm gonna give you what you want. And you're gonna give me what I want. Deal?"

"I—I..." Aki chews the inside of his cheek till copper floods his mouth. "I'll try? I'll try, I swear."

You still for a moment. "You mean that?"

Aki nods frantically. "Yes, I—if that's what you want, anything, anything you want, please..."

The beam that breaks out on your face is a million watts. "Aki," you breathe, and finally you lean forward 'till your chest brushes his. Aki can't breathe, transfixed by every swoop of your eyelash and chap in your lip as you lean close. When you speak, you're so close that your lips brush his, and he has to keep every muscle taut to stop himself leaning forward and closing the gap. "Aki, I want you to live a long, happy life. You get that, right? Why I'm doing this?"

He feels his stomach flip, can barely comprehend the words through his dazed mind. His glazed eyes follow you, thunderstruck. "What—what d'you mean?"

"I care about you," you murmur. "I want you to live as long as possible. Want you to stick around with me."

With you? It's a wonder his heart doesn't explode. For a fleeting moment, there exists a future beyond the Gun Fiend, beyond Denji and Power and Nyako, one where he can love you freely. Tears needle at his eyes. It all seems so impossible.

Aki forgets himself, surges up to capture your mouth, but you turn at the last second, planting a kiss to his cheek before focusing on his jaw, his ear, capturing the lobe between your teeth and sucking gently as your hips resume their rhythm. You're faster now, gasping for breath, Aki's hands sliding over the skin of your hips and torso for a lifeline. You tongue at the cords in his neck, the shell of his ear and the sensitive divot just underneath till he's squirming.

Your hands are everywhere—scraping nails across his twitching abdomen, running up the valley between his pecs, tweaking a nipple and pulling. And Aki groans and gasps, every hint of pain from your lovely hands sending him rocketing closer towards the edge. Tears bead at his lashline.

"'M close," he gasps again.

"That's okay, loverboy," you say sweetly, words buzzing against the skin of his throat, and Aki shudders, arching impossibly closer to you. He can feel every nerve in his body sawed open and set alight, impossibly sensitive, boiling with love, and as he comes he buries his face into the crook of your neck with a hoarse cry. Two lone tears streak down his flushed cheeks.

You're not far behind, and Aki wouldn't dream of pulling out, so he squirms and gasps and whines with the prickling of overstimulation as you chase your own high. "Sorry—fuck—you okay?"

"I'm, I'm good," Aki whines. He cracks one steely blue eye open. It stands out against his red skin; he's so flushed as to look sunburnt.

"'M almost, fuck, almost there. Hang on for me?"

Aki raises shaking hands to grip your hips in answer. You laugh between pants, baring down at him.

"That's my boy."

You don't kiss him when you finish, but it's alright. You flop down beside him, taking in deep lungfuls of air, nuzzling your lips to the salt-sweat cooling on his chest. Usually, round about now, Aki would roll to reach his bedside cabinet where his open pack of cigs lay in wait. The lighter is right beside him, open and tempting. He can almost hear the flick of it, the zip of the flame bursting to life, the sizzle of the cherry scorching beneath that controlled flame. The grit of smoke in his mouth and down his throat, emptying his lungs of fresh air.

The pack goes untouched. Aki winds an arm around your shoulders and holds you close, your cheek against his thudding heart.

You don’t kiss him, but it’s alright.

Aki’s not a problem dog.

He's going to earn it.

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An Angry Past - Pt. 1

This story starts around the time of the civil war and the reader is Jasper hales sister. It is up to you if it's biological, and anything to do with the appearance of the reader. I am writing with the idea of an afab character. I was inspired by the legend of the third wife so there is going to be aspects of that, but also my own creative liberties will be taken in this story. It is an eventual Paul Lahote story - that will become apparent in the next part. There is explicit content in this chapter, but nothing overly raunchy. Never written any smut scenes before, so let me know any comments or anything. I hope you enjoy the chapter and I hope to write more!

Jasper wasn’t himself after the war started; he became obsessed with enlisting and you couldn’t change his mind. Grabbing Jasper's arm you pleaded with him to think his options through, “Jasper, please. You can come live on the reserve with Aki and I.” 

Sighing he grabbed your hands and looked you in the eyes, his tone stern, “Y/N you’re only seventeen and with a baby on the way, the both of you can barely get on by yourselves in the tribe. I want to serve my country and I’ll be sure to send you some money back. I love you.” 

Waving goodbye to Jasper was the one hardest things you’ve ever had to do. He hung out of the side of that damn red train as long as he could; Jasper waved and waved until he was just a tiny spec on the horizon. Your husband held you as you sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder as the train pulled out of the station and Jasper was off to war; he was too young, too innocent, but you knew no matter how much you begged he wouldn’t sit by. The colour red would never again be the same; it was the symbol of the thing that took your brother from you, the train, the rivers of blood in war. Before Aki had met you, Jasper was the only person in your life, the best big brother you could ask for.

Months later Aki had helped you through a long and nearly fatal labour; you managed to give birth to a beautiful boy, Zachary Quileute. You were Taha Aki’s third wife, at only the age of eighteen he had lost his first two to disease and childbirth. As the war continued to wage on though, tensions among tribe members grew and Aki seemed irrationally irritable. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, you tried to get him to make eye contact. “Love, what’s the matter?” His body remained what felt like a permanent stiff beneath your hands. His warmth radiating into your fingers in a way you never felt before, “Are you sick? You're hot to the touch and you disappear at all hours of the night.” He still remained a solid wall at your questions, the only semblance of hope you could feel in your heart was the fact he had not moved from your touch as he had done often of late. Voice breaking you asked, and hand retreating to your side, “Is there someone else?”

That is when you felt his shoulders deflate, a sniffle, and his voice crack as he turned to face you, “No my Love. I could never have another. I thought I would never be happy again until you entered my life.” He reached up to cradle your face in his palms, the feeling making you melt. “I am not sick, but I have changed my Love. With the war ongoing it has caused some new ruthless settlers to be at our borders.” Bringing your forehead to his lips, Aki released a deep sigh against your skin, “My Love, with Zach’s birth you have been exhausted and I did not want to burden you with information you were not ready to hear.” Feeling you deflate in sorrow against him, Aki quickly continued, “It is by no fault of your own dear. It is simply something I didn’t think I would ever have to discuss with you. Do you remember the legends of our tribe? The ones you hear at the grand fires we hold?”

Nodding you speak, “There are many legends of the tribe and I am learning everyday, so that I may help tell them to Zach. But my Love, I don’t know what that has to do with you changing and new settlers at our borders. We have always had the town nearby and settlers moving around.” 

“Our legends are all rooted in truth, some more than others. Settlers are something we have always had to be wary of ; you remember how it was when I first brought you into our tribe. You are different though Love, these settlers are something from legend. The reason I have changed dear is not something I wanted to burden you with, but I realise it’s pushing you away.” Pulling away from your head, Aki kisses you deeply and then takes you into his arms. In the safety of your hut, you both gaze at your beautiful son - already nearly one year old - sleeping soundly in a pile of pelts. “You and Zach are the most important things in my life, I only wish to protect you.” 

“Taha Aki, you protect and love the entire tribe and our family. I know you care so deeply and have lots on your mind trying to learn the ways to one day take your fathers role as elder, but I only wish to understand, so that I may help you.”

“Do you remember the legend of the cold ones?” As you nod your head against his chest he continues, “The cold ones are real and they cause a change in some of us of Quileute blood. I have had two wives before you, my Love, but that was some time ago. I have not lost them in recent years, but decades ago. I did not age past sixteen until around four years ago. If I had to guess, I have been on this Earth for quite some time.” Pulling back to look at your face, Aki could see the disbelief and confusion on your face. You were wrestling with an internal battle. “I know it is hard to believe having not grown up as a part of the tribe, but the man who I call my father is my elder brother. I have wanted to explain all of this to you, but when we met I had begun to age and selfishly thought we might be able to grow old together.” 

Tears broke your water line and you sat there in confusion, “Why can you not age my Love? What allows those around you to grow old and live, but you remain frozen in time?” Lifting you both off the ground, Aki leads you outside. He takes his clothes off his body and changes. Before you in place of your husband is a great white wolf. His fur is the purest of whites like the moon. Walking closer you allow the wolf to nuzzle into your side, “beautiful.”

Years had passed since you had learned of your husband's nature, he aged gradually, but he had never halted again like he had before. The threat of the cold ones had seemingly passed and your family was happy. Your son, now three years old, was curious and adventurous. He asked frequently of his uncle Jasper who occasionally sent letters, but no one had heard from in months. It was impossible to investigate on account of not ever knowing where he was stationed, but you hadn’t received that fateful letter in the mail of his death. The tribe had its struggles with the ongoing war and many disputes with settlers nearby, but it was seeming to be coming to an end. 

Two large hands grabbed at your hips and twirled you up into the air. Squealing, you kicked your legs happily at the sudden movement and laughed as your husband spun you in the air. You were placed on the ground and spun around into a deep kiss. In the middle of your settlement you embraced your husband and kissed him passionately. The hunter had just returned from a long hunting trip and many couples and families were happily reuniting. Holding your face and smiling down at you, Aki asks, “Where is my little wolf pup hiding?” 

A small and faint giggle was heard a couple feet away. Hiding behind a wagon wheel stood a small little boy giggling watching his parents. Looking around aimlessly, you pretended to not see little Zach, “Oh dear! I don’t know where he went!” Walking around slowly checking behind people, “He’s not behind Leah!” Checking behind teepees, “He’s not around here! Where oh where could Zach be?”  

As Zach was distracted watching you look around for him aimlessly, Aki was sneaking up behind him slowly and quietly. Trying not to look or give your husband away, you had to hide your giggles with your hand. That’s when Aki got distracted and stepped on a particularly loud twig causing it to snap. Jumping in fright Zach spun around to face his father yelping, “Ah!” Zach took off running, he dived under stationary wagons and tumbled around people as his dad raced behind him, “Mama! Mama! Save me! He’s right behind me!” Darting in your direction you swooped zach up right before Aki could get to him. 

Collapsing in front of your feet, Aki dramatically held his chest, “You're lucky your Mama was there little pup, I was just about to scoop you up.”

Giggling in your arms Zach stuck his little tongue out at his father, “Mama will always get me first! She’s the strongest!” 

“I will always save you from getting eaten up my little pup!” Kissing your son all over you giggle, “But that doesn’t save you from the tickle monster!” 

In the evening when everyone had finished preparing and storing the meat from the hunt, Aki and you walked down to the River after putting Zach to bed. You walked hand in hand, the world light and the sky clear. The moon reminded you of the beautiful white fur of Aki’s wolf all those years ago. You both laughed as he playfully bumped into you as you walked closer to the river. Life was calm, you were seeing that Aki was finally able to relax. As you approached the river you had an idea; letting go of Aki’s hand you began stripping to just your undergarments. You ran ahead of Aki and plunged into the ice cold water. Not long after a warm hot body pressed itself against your back. Breathing heavily into your ear Aki whispered, “You don’t know what you do to me my Love. My body reacts to you unlike no other.”

Turning in the cold water to face your husband, your body had never felt so hot and alive. He was sculpted to fit into your hands perfectly; your eyes trailed his body, igniting as you looked down his strong frame all the way to the v-line from his abs down below the water line. A burning deep in your core was driving you crazy. You put one hand at the base of his strong neck and allowed the other to trace down his chest, over his stomach and all the way down to his cock. He shuddered against you, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. His laboured breaths matching your own. His hand came up from his sides to cup your ass, squeezing and groping. The warmth of his palms makes the goosebumps on your exposed skin disappear and your head feels light. Leaning your head back and gripping the base of his neck you guide his mouth to the sensitive spots on your neck. He travels against your skin like an experienced explorer, allowing himself to savour the taste and feel of your skin. Your body alight and electric against his. You gasp as he allows himself to suck at the skin just below your pulse point, “Aki, please baby.” 

“What do you need sweetheart? How can I treat you right” Your body shudders against his as his hot breath hits your ear. “Did you miss me while I was away? Miss how I can make you feel?” All you could do was nod against him as your whole body felt like it would melt away. It had been so long since the two of you could be this intimate together. You missed the feeling of his lips on yours, how his hands felt on your body, how good his tongue felt. You were brought back by the feeling of being lifted up and carried over to a patch of grass on the rivers bank. He lays you down gently and begins to leave a trail of kisses from your collarbone all the way to your thighs. He looks up at you with hungry eyes as his hands meet the band of your underwear. “May I?’ 

Throwing your head back in pleasure at the sight below you, you whisper, “Fuck… Please do Aki.”

Pulling the band of your underwear down slowly with both hands, Aki kisses your legs as he goes painfully slow. All the way from your heat, to your thighs, knees, calves until he reaches your feet. The underwear long forgotten Aki spreads your legs apart and makes his way back up slowly. Shuddering in anticipation you close your eyes. Suddenly you feel him stop, “Open your eyes my love, I want you to watch as I eat you out. I want you to remember what it looks like and feels like to feel so good.” You hold your eyes open as he reaches the top. You have missed how his tongue feels and how his fingers move to expertly move where you need them. Everything is pure ecstasy.

[publicsafetydevilfucker]

Chainsaw Man thoughts go brrrr. Thinking thinking thinking about the wild end of csm part 1. It's everything to me right now. So... spoilers below.

Cannibalism as an act of all-consuming love.

Makima as the houndmaster devoured by one of her own dogs.

Eaten by Denji, who still loves her even after everything she's done to him. Denji, whos scent she didn't care to memorize because she could smell Pochita in him, and that was all she wanted. Makima says that to be eaten by chainsaw man would be an honor, but she's not eaten by chainsaw man. Denji doesn't rip her apart and devour her with the many teeth of his devil form. He brings in Kishibe to help him, and they... butcher?dismantle?piece Makima out into cuts of meat and bone and organs.

He has to eat All Of Her for this to work.

And he eats her as Denji. Takes his natural time with it, cooks her into a variety of dishes, eats some of her raw. Savors every bite. He dreamed of eating good food and being with a woman, and I just gotta say... the monkeys paw was not feeling very merciful on this one.

Did he learn how to cook from Aki?

When it's done and finished and Makima's not coming back, he reports back to Kishibe and reasons that Makima did not revive because what he did to her was not, in his eyes, an attack. Consuming her, becoming one with her, was an act of love.

And then Kishibe just? Straight up drops a whole child on this child? (eternally a child? the hybrids don't seem to age. will he be sixteen forever?) Anyway, congrats on saving the world, Denji. Here's a little girl who exists as a direct product of what happened between you and the woman you "became one" with and also she is the reincarnation of that same woman. Better give her lots of love and a good stable home so she doesn't grow up to be Makima 2! Time to be the loving father you never had and not the one you were forced to kill to defend yourself. Time to be a good big brother like the one you were forced to kill to defend others.

(and akis name is on the big list of gun devil casualties, and by definition fiends are possessed corpses, and he was for sure already dead. even if denji could have subdued the gun fiend and somehow gotten it docile, it still wouldn't have been aki anymore. that doesn't make it any easier to put down the monster wearing his brother's body, or stop him from agonizing over whether there was something he could have done to save him)

So there Denji sits, a seventeen year old kid (sixteen forever?) dealing with the loss of his family, surrounded by the uneasy beginnings of a new one. Eight leashes in his hands. Seven dogs that belong to the girl in front of him more than they belong to him, and his late sister's beloved cat, the only one besides him to have survived.

Denji looks down at his new sister/daughter/roommate and asks if she would like to go get something to eat.

Just... not meat.

[princessari]

masterlist

Stage Name: Ari

Birth Name: Kawasaki Aki

English Name: Aurora Kawasaki

Position: Maknae, Dancer, Visual, Vocalist, Rapper, Center

Birthday: 4 November 2001

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Height: 170cm (5'7")

Blood Type: AB

MBTI Type: INTP

Representative Animal: 🦢

Unit: Dance Racha

Playlist: songs that are Ari

Ari facts:

<3 Born in Osaka, Japan <3 She did ballet from age 3 to 15 <3 She did gymnastics from 2 to 14 <3 She became a trainee in 2016 <3 She attended a boarding school in Germany in order to attend a dance academy in Germany <3 she says she has an amazing relationship with her mom and got all her morals and values from her <3 She's an only child <3 Her favourite subjects are English, History, Drama <3 She is fluent in Japanese, German, Korean, English and knows French, Mandarin, Italian, and Spanish <3 She enjoys learning new things and telling her members <3 She enjoys crocheting, ice-skating, doing art, and scrapbooking in her free time <3 Her favourite ice-cream flavour is Chocolate Chip Cookies <3 She is in a relationship with fellow member, Hwang Hyunjin <3 Her favourite bands are Seventeen, Shinee, Red Velvet, and LE SSERAFIM <3 Her favourite Western artists are Sabrina Carpenter, Laufey, Umi, and Olivia Rodrigo <3 Her favourite lofi/soft music artists are Colde, and Dvwn <3 Idols she admires are Suga (BTS), IU, Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Woozi (Seventeen), DK (Seventeen), Baekhyun (EXO), Seonghwa (ATEEZ), Sana (TWICE), Sakura (LE SSERAFIM)

[team-frightfur]

The more I watch Zexal, the more I begin to slowly, unironically believe that A5 may actually be the second best Gallop Yugioh series.

Now, I say this and you think "HUH!? But Xyz Arc!!!! Most of Fusion!!! Synchro's Length!!! The poor Time Management!!!! The poor use of the Side Cast!!! How can you defend that!?!?!?!?"

I'm not defending it. That's all true. Thing is, Zexal, GX, and 5ds all use their casts just as poorly, have just as much filler, manage their time with just as much incompetence, and have just as much nonsense going on.

Remember when GX just killed off half its sidecast for a season? Remember how Aki was relegated to benchwarmer and Ruka and Leo got sub 10 duels over 142 episodes? Remember how Zexal brainwashed and hostaged the numbers club 5 separate times?

Remember the 30-episode gap between 5ds Dark Signers finale and the WRGP where nothing of value happens? Remember, like, the entirety of Zexal I, the temple run arc of Zexal II, and the fuckin Mr Heartland and his miniboss-trio-mini-arc created purely to clumsily jam the Tron bros back into the script? Remember GX season 1 and 2?

You know what A5 has that all those series don't have? A single continuous narrative that doesn't awkwardly jump between seventeen tenuously connected arcs. A final boss that is foreshadowed in Episode 1. An established, if lame as fuck, main villain. An emphasis on card games that doesn't occasionally leap into people fighting monsters with swords. A consistent, if shitty as fuck, set of themes.

I, myself, cannot believe I'm saying this, but I think A5 is genuinely, like, one of the good eggs.

What is this franchise...

[miusato]

I was wondering, do you have a ranking for Kotone ships? I assume Shinjiham is number 1, but I'm curious since you mentioned you liked them all

HMMMM maybe? I mean like I pretty much like all kotone ships since I'm biased and I like her althoughhh honestly some ships I just see more on platonic side but I salute anyone that ships her with a rare pair (provided its just not something entirely weird or borderline illegal lol)

Anyway, here's pretty much my ranking and thoughts for each ships lol:

1) Shinjiham - First of all, god Atlus doesnt FUCK AROUND with his SL route and it's so out of their fucking mind for Atlus to not let the girlies write for the romances in other persona ever again cuz WHAT THE FUCK???? They really fucking cook with his and Ryoji's SL its fucking sweet yet so tragic I just cant fucking take it anymoreeee 😭😭😭 and it fucking hurts me that even when you ended up not dating him, you can clearly see just how in love he is with Kotone like fuck man it hurtss

I am just such a sucker for the broody bf x cheery gf trope but they had me in my tits when they laced it with angst it had me bawling by the end of it. I really appreciate how in femc's route we finally get to see his true character like god before P3R we really only know him as that mean looking guy with a tragic broody past and he tries to make things right before its too late but we dont also see him trying to be better other than tiny mentions of it so when he is gone we dont feel bad other but P3P hooo boyyy shits fucked me up I miss him I miss my wife and even when I get to save him, even when he finally gains the reason to survive and have meaning to live, when the person that gives him that reasoning is gone, it fucking hits me like a truck man and that truck decides to reverse and run me over again. Absolutely spectacular shipping 11/10 dont fucking do that ever again Atlus I have inherited hypertension from my dad

2) Akiham - This is actually my initial otp before I blasted and fried my brain with foolmoon content. I was actually surprised to see this side of Aki where instead of him looking like he gets thing under control and cool all the time, he is just so clueless socially and every rank of him had me go "Holy shit he's autistic he's just like me frrrrr" like I didnt expect him to have awful social cues like me hskskssksk I also love how really cute the entire rank is like this boy is 18 and never dated anyone yet he is so sweet and thoughtful I almost forgot he probably learned this from the seventeen magazine in his room lmfaoo I love them they're the most tamed yet cute pair but also bittersweet and sad thinking that he lost everyone that he loves even after he proclaimed he will protect her ugh im in painnn

3) Theoham - I love how silly the entire route is! Its fun and relaxed and oh god what is up with everyone with white hair has autism in this game??? His lines are fucking bonkers it had me in tears and I cant even believe this man also manage to make me feel things about exposing one's hand after seeing it gloved for so long. Again Atlus please let the girlies cook again for the new persona i am begging you

4) Hamugis - idk if it was Atlus intention or not to make her pan but god I love this so much! Her entire route is her adjusting to being human and gaining human emotion gradually and I just really think its so beautiful when she said she doesnt even care if Kotone's a girl or a man she will still love her (Im sure she really meant it to be platonic and she pretty much mixed romantic and platonic but also that confession at the roof doesnt help at all I genuinely think she's in love with femc) and towards the end when she cried I can hear how human she is briefly like oh god I cant believe Atlus invented yuri

5) Yukaham - they're besties and she mentioned she wants a bf before okay whatever BUT I just refuse to believe she's into men honestly and she probably just wants a bf because thats what she believes girls should be (like obsessing over boys and such) and shes a girly girl so she should like boys, right?

Im not forcing anyone my HC at all so just ignore this if you want. Im writing this because the worm in my brain tells me to do it and i am also projecting myself here but like I just like the idea of Yukari feels conflicted about her sexuality because she's a girly girl and her liking girls doesnt fit the status as a girly girl but when she meets Kotone and she is feminine and likes girls stuff too but also a tomboy and doesnt really care much about the identity of being a girly girl and finds herself enamored towards her, she admits to her one day that she's having conflicted feelings about her and the other girls she finds oddly attracted to and Kotone's probably like "You should try to kiss me and see if you feel anything about it" and AKXHEIQPAUSQPAJQL oh god the thought of Yukari not knowing she's a lesbian and struggling to accept her identity as a lesbian is just so AAAAAAA i need more Yukaham content maybe I should draw them together

6) Mitsuham - I totally understand people's vision with Mitsuham. Actually at this point, you guys can see how Kotone brings impact to everyone in the team and towards the end of the game, everyone either finds a meaning to live or finally able to open up to each other but anyway shhh lets ignore the overall grim lore of this game and just focus on Mitsuru as a person instead. I really love the idea that Kotone introduce a lot of new things to Mitsuru since despite how rich and influential she can be, due to the responsibility and burden she has to hold at a very young age, she didnt get to experience what life is as a normal teenage girl so I just love the thought of Kotone teaches her what it feels to be a normal teenage girl like and gives her a glimpse of what it feels if she wasn't a Kirijo in the first place. Again, just a HC but like I think it would be so fun of Kotone and Mitsuru just sneaks out at night after she convinces her to forget her responsibility for a moment and loiters around town until it's the dark hour and Mitsu just freaks out because she was too distracted by having fun and being distracted by her duty and she was like I cant afford being normal, not in this world and not when she bears the name of Kirijo and oh god did I accidentally turn this into angst???? ANYWAYS yes I understand Mitsuham

7) Ryoham - Okay I have to admit, as much as bittersweet and tragic their whole relationship is (like the fuck as going on in Atlus' HQ when they wrote "Please touch me. Make sure I exist." Like ????) I'm just not into Ryoji much because of a personal reason but also like I love it when people draw them in an alternate universe where they meet again like I really believe in another life, they really do would fall for each other again ;w;

8) Juntone - Honestly I just see them as platonic but I saw this one Juntone shipper on twt before and I cant stop thinking of them whenever I have to think of this pair. Like okay shh imagine if Kotone isnt dead in the end but both of them still lost Chidori and Shinji, I know they both understands the pain but like if lets say they find confort in each other and down the line they do fall in love, I just think its really beautiful. Maybe not immediately but when years later theyre reunited and open up about their grief and still having a hard time to move on, I know they would clung on to each other just to feel absolutely alright because nobody can understand the circumstances they fall into.

Anyway, that's pretty much my ranking. I really do love and understand why people would love her with other pairing like I am all game but the ones I am pretty much very obsessed with is Shinjiham and Akiham while the others are more of an afterthought to me.

[for-315]

hello i'm unfortunately not back with more satogou art... but a gift to my friend who was the one who told me to make a tumblr in the first place @aki-346 ! hope you enjoy this crazy mess of things i guess www

yes its hoshi and wonwoo from seventeen as alain and daigo wwwwww

[jaysficarchive]

She's in Parties

Synopsis: The team discovers Sera's photo album while visiting her penthouse.

Title from She's In Parties by Bauhaus

Inspired by my Discord chats with @liyawritesss

@floof-ghostie @shinkai14 @yukii0nna

"Hey guys, check it out!"

A chrous of footsteps made their way over to where Rua knelt on the floor. On his lap was a large cream colored book. An excited gleam filled his eyes as he flipped through the pages.

"Put that back. I don't want you getting in trouble with Sera," Yusei said. He knew how particular and territorial the designer was, especially about personal belongings. The last thing they needed was to break something and piss her off.

"But it's so cool! Look at this!" Rua showed a photo of what looked to be a younger Sera drawing a picture of a dress.

Aki instantly took interest. Even though Sera was her mentor at Arcadia, she never really knew much about her life. Not even Divine would talk about her when they were still "amicable". Everything about and concerning the Ice Queen was hush, hush. Meant to deter her and the other younger members from knowing about her existence.

It, if anything, made her more curious about the woman she admired so much.

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind. It's not like it's a diary or anything, right?" She knelt down beside the young boy to get a good look at the book.

On the page was a picture of Sera with her family dressed in red silk tunics. Beside her were a younger girl and a little boy. A description was written on the bottom.

"It's probably a photo album, Yusei. Completely harmless."

Celebrating Têt in our new home, 20xx

Yusei was still apprehensive. He wanted to know about Sera as much as the next person however he drew the line at going through her stuff without explicit permission.

"Really? I wanna see!"

Both Jack and Crow slid next to her like kids fighting over who would get to see it first.

Another photo on the same page featured the model sitting at a piano dressed in an elegant black and white dress. Like the previous photo, the description was at the bottom.

Seraphina-Taniya's first piano concert, 20XX

"She played the piano? I didn't know that," Crow said.

Soon the whole group sat around to look through the album. Most were domestic ones of Sera and her family. Some were her on the set of photoshoots. There were even celebrities of yesteryear in a few. Each had a story of its own, ultimately painting the picture of a very glamorous life before coming to Neo Domino. They'd have to ask her about the stories behind a few of them when she got back.

"Hey guys, look at this one. It says dinner with the president."

"The president? As in the President of the United States?"

"I think so."

Another picture that caught their eye was one from her junior prom. Her dress looked like something that belonged on an old Hollywood movie star, complete with a fur shawl, stunning jewelry and short, curled hair. A dark lipstick was painted on her lips. The picture needed to be in black and white to really sell it.

In a word, she looked incredible.

"She's so cool..." Ruka and Aki said in unison.

"Who's so cool?"

Everyone looked up to see Sera. Being off duty never stopped her from being stylish. Lowering her sunglasses, she saw her family photo album on Rua's lap.

Yusei immediately shot up and bowed. "Sorry, Sera. We didn't mean to-"

"Those aren't even my best pictures."

"What?"

She walked towards a nearby shelf and pulled out two smaller books. She then called them over and began showing them some of her favorite pictures.

"This is from when I was seventeen." According to her, it was an advertisement for a designer clothing brand. Sera, posed with her eyes closed, was surrounded by men holding cameras. On her was a velvet blue dress with diamonds. "I had so much fun that day. I got to choose the dress, did my own makeup, and curled my own hair. I got to keep that dress so I wore it to homecoming."

Over the next hours, Sera showed them more of her favorite pictures. Never had the others seen her so animated and excited to talk about something. They wondered if she'd be the same 10, 15 years from now.

"You used to play piano?" Crow asked.

"Yes. I played piano, rode horses, skiied. I could've been a lot of things instead of a fashion designer or model or duelist. The possibilities were endless."

"You should write a book about your life," Aki suggested.

Maybe I should, Sera thought.

[mistystarshine]

at the end of the river - day by damning day

"I didn't think you had a child! You're seventeen, aren't you?"

"I am, and I don't have a child!" Denji declares, briefly capturing the uneasy way Aki looks up at him.

"You... don't?" Asa asks, staring skeptically at Aki.

"Nope! I've got three!"

[writingpages]

crossing the threshold

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Summary: crossing the threshold signifies that the hero has finally committed to the journey. he is prepared to cross the gateway that separates the ordinary world from the special world. the crossing may require more than accepting one’s fears or a map.

Rating: T

Ships: Yuesi Fudo/Aki Izayoi

Warnings: canon typical violence, all the warnings that come with calamity ganon

It is possible for him to simply press the travel point on his map by Kakiriko Village to get back, but he elects to take Epona back. He needs time to think about everything he'd just learned from Anzu, and to consider what he is heading towards. On his way back to his horse, however, a woman stops him with a look of desperation on her face. "Are you capable with a sword, sir?"

He glances around to see if she might be speaking to anyone else, but there appears to be no one else she might be speaking to. "I consider myself to be somewhat capable, yes."

"There are monsters on Hateno Beach," she says, pointing towards the beach. This is a comment that he finds strangely unnecessary. He bites his tongue to avoid saying that there are monsters everywhere. "They stole my livestock, and they keep stealing it. No one in town has the bravery to stop them, and any mercenary I ask balks when they learn of the amount of monsters. There's Moblins, Lizalfos, and Bokoblins. I understand if it is too much, and... I admit I cannot offer much, but I don't know where else to ask."

The woman's pleas are desperate enough to spark the desire to help, and he nods. "I will take care of them. What's the best way to Hateno Beach from here?"

Her eyes widen. "You will? Oh, thank you! If you walk on that hill over there, there is a quick way to the beach through there. It's better to go on foot, and it should only take you an hour or two to make it. If you are quiet enough, you might even be able to hide amongst the grass from them to surprise them."

He nods, and makes his way to the beach. He knows that he is supposed to go to Lady Asuka, but surely she could understand this? It isn't like he is taking his time to go shopping, after all. He's providing help to the fallen kingdom. No one could fault him the desire to take care of the unfortunate. On top of the hills that descended to the beach, he could see the smoke from a campfire. Under scope, he could get a glimpse of the amount of monsters, finding that the woman had not exaggerated her claim about it being a large amount. He could spy a Moblin, at least three Bokoblins, and a Lizalfos. They were a different color from what he'd faced earlier - tougher, perhaps? A color coding system detonating their threat level, like a poisonous frog. Now why had that comparison come to mind?

He looked into his quiver to check the amount of arrows he had - seventeen arrows for what appeared to be five enemies. A decent amount as long as his arrow landed true into the skull of the monsters. He pulls his hood up as he made his way towards the camp, keeping low to the ground. He uses the camera rune on a nearby animal to see if the compendium worked the way he thought it might. When the squirrel shows up in the compendium, he knows he got it right. He has a chance now to figure out what the names of the monsters that lurk in front of him are through this technology. He snaps a photo of the tallest monsters in the distance, and discovers it is called a Blue Moblin. The beast is ugly, taller than him, and appears to be extremely strong. He manages to snap photos of the rest, figuring out a red colored monster was weaker than a blue colored monster. From there, he devised a plan to divide and conquer: isolate the weaker ones away, take them out, then take the stronger ones in a fair fight.

Yusei mounts his offense, separating the weakest monsters from the group and quietly taking them out with a clean arrow shot to the head before they could attract attention towards him. This enables him to take on the blue Bokoblin in short but quick spar, ending with the monster's dead body falling to the ground first. He surges forward, taking on the Blue Moblin just as quick with a strike to its back. The women's goats enclosed in the camp catches his eye and he checks the time: 3:50 P.M. He certain could have this camp taken out and the woman's goats back to her before the sun set. He sinks back into hiding as he spots a monster with a new, darker color. A quick snap of their photo reveals it is a black Bokoblin and the toughest of the bunch. It warns him that most people do not survive an encounter with the beast. With two others in camp, it would be smarter to finish the rest before facing this one head on.

He is worn down by his battle, and takes a moment to tend to his wounds before cleaning up the rest of the camp with two fire arrows shot directly to their head. The beasts seemed to subcome to their fate far quicker this way. He proceeds to raid their camp for supplies, finding a ruby, some arrows, and some food. A fairly good haul and a good deed done, Yusei proceeds to head back to the village to inform the woman of his victory and bringing her goats along with him.

The woman's eyes widened as he came back, rushing forward to take her goats from. "Thank you so much for your bravery," she said, leading him back to the house. "My name is Koyin. Please, let me repay for your kindness. Take some fresh milk from our ranch and please, stay the night with us. You're welcome to come by to chat whenever you'd like, too."

"Thank you, miss," he says quietly as she takes his hand, uncertain how to react. "You're too kind. It is getting late and I'm low on rupees, so it would be nice to sleep somewhere safe tonight."

"I imagine so," Koyin says with a soft blush. "It's not often we get such strong, brave travelers in Hateno. What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't but... my name is Yusei."

"Yusei," she says with a smile that slowly grows larger on her face. "Well, Yusei, I have a spare bed in my house that you can stay in. I'll even warm the blankets for you so you don't have to worry about the cold. And please, let me mend your tunic. It's the least I can do... I can also dress your wound as well."

He hadn't even noticed one of the monsters had gotten a good lick on him. In no position to say no to her kindness, he allows her to take his tunic and bandage up the wound on his stomach. She insists on warming his blankets, and fluffing his pillow for him in addition to providing him a warm cup of stew. It is the first hearty meal he'd had in a long while that he could recall. It was the most comfortable stay he'd had in a while too. It almost felt embarrassing to be pampered so much, but she insists she didn't mind.

In the morning, she is awake at the same time as him cooking something that smells good - eggs. "You're welcome to stay whenever you like, Yusei," Koyin says softly. "Really, I cannot thank you enough for bringing my goats back home."

"Thank you for being so polite, Miss Koyin," he replies as he takes the spot at the table she gestures to. "I have no plans on overstaying my welcome, however."

"Oh it's no trouble at all," she says with pink blush tinged cheeks that confuses Yusei. "Please, consider staying with me whenever you need the comforts of a home, Yusei. And again... thank you for saving my flock."

She plates up some eggs, putting them down in front of him. Unwilling to refuse such a nice gesture, he hurriedly ate the eggs, before standing up. "I must be going," he says, suddenly uncomfortably aware that she has an interest in him that he does not return. He isn't even certain he's in a position to be returning her affection - he still does not know what Aki and him even had. His status as a single man was questionable at best. "Lady Asuka in Kakariko is awaiting my arrival and it would be rude to keep her waiting." The tower is visible from Koyrin's home, and he thought it might be a smart idea to get the map for this area before he leaves for Kakariko.

As he walks to the town proper, he is stopped by someone advertising the ability to dye his tunic for him. Yusei isn't sure how he was talked into it, but he winds up agreeing to get his tunic dyed. After going over the color options, he winds up choosing to dye it gray. It was an experience he has zero plans to do again. He gets stopped again, and this time the woman who stops him isn't asking for his combat. She directs him into the general store, suggesting that he might want to buy some supplies for his travels. "We so rarely get travelers around here, and I'd hate for you to go on your way without getting anything."

It was her sincerity that threw him off and he agrees to head into sell off his gemstones. The shop sold a stock of arrows, so he went ahead and bought those as well. It was, after all, going to be a precious resource as he moves forward. The shopkeeper makes polite small talk despite eyeing Yusei with suspicion - this is perhaps because as the person outside the general store said: there was not many travelers who came to Hateno. However, one question stops Yusei in his tracks. "So where'd you come from, traveler?"

Yusei wasn't sure how to answer that. He didn't know where he was born. He had no known family. If they were alive, surely Anzu or Lady Asuka would have told him who they were. Yusei shrugs in response. "I don't remember," he says, the closest thing to the truth he could say. "I've been traveling for as long as I can remember."

"That's no way to live," the shopkeeper says, softening in response. "My wife, Ivee, was an orphan too."

Yusei is taken aback by this statement. "How did you know that?"

"If you've been traveling alone this long without any memory of where you're from, you must not have family to go back to where you came from for," the shopkeeper replies, and he packs up two meals for Yusei. "Take these on the house. I hope you find a home, traveler."

Yusei nods, taking the food with a polite smile. He hadn't considered the ways that it would be obvious to those with roots that he is a man uprooted. The simple fact that he is alone and traveling with no memory is enough for people to read it on his face. If he ever did have a family, they were long dead in the ground. Yusei couldn't even recall his father's face, nevermind Princess Aki's. As he exits the shop, rain was pouring down again - second day in a row. He lifts his hood up, whistling for Epona. She comes running and he mounts her as she moves. The map was abandoned due to the rain, figuring he could always come back to Hateno later for the map.

His mind begun to wander as he spurs Epona on, wondering what his life would look like in a world where the Calamity had never happened. Surely if it had never happened, he would've been buried in a grave in Castle Town. Or maybe he is cursed in some way - he couldn't confirm if that was the case. Maybe he is always doomed to this end point. He wasn't sure where the blame was placed for the reality he found himself wandering. Maybe it is no one's fault that he was now a ghost haunting Hyrule - no one's except for the Calamity.

The devastation stretched out further than he could have ever imagined. Fort Hateno was up ahead, and he knows the horror would sink deep into his bones the second time just as much as it had the first time. The Guardians are everywhere - a reminder of what had happened. He'd already heard stories of people coming across them and only just escaping with their lives. The old woman's claim of having been born during the Age of Burning haunted him too - the world had gone on even as the Guardians attempted to destroy it. Even now, he marches ever closer to being able to face the source of all this devastation.

He is so deep in the thoughts of the past and what it means for his future that he nearly misses the woman waving him down. It was his nature to come to a stop to help, but he could help but feel something was off this time. He dismounts from Epona, frowning as he approached the woman. "Hello, miss," he says quietly. "Did you need something?"

"It's not what I need," she says, a wicked glint in her eyes that left Yusei twitching for his sword. However, she had shown no reason for him to assume the worst, so he holds still. He tenses, however, ready to strike. What has his hairs standing up? Something isn't right. Is she in danger? "It's what you need. Why don't you join the Yiga Clan?"

The name is familiar in his bones, and his grip on his sword tightens. His frown deepens, and instincts has him coiling to strike. "What's the Yiga Clan?"

Her grin grows, and her features twist into a malicious look - as if she was a fox about to eat a rabbit. "Oh, you've never heard of the Yiga Clan? They're a group of powerful, brave warriors..." She takes a break, her eyes narrowing. "Dedicated to defeating a hero long thought dead."

It sinks in that he'd been had, and before he could draw his sword, she draws hers first and slashed down, hard. He gasps, yanking his sword out and holding his arm over the wound with a glare. He launches himself into the fight, uncoiling all the tension that had been building in him. He loathed to attack a person, but since it was kill or be killed, he gave it all he had. Before he could go in for the kill, the Yiga clansman vanished, leaving behind a pile of rupees and mighty bananas for the collecting. Admittedly not a bad haul for victory he thinks as he collects his reward - about a hundred rupees he counted.

He mounts Epona again, spurring her on. He can deal with his wounds later.

[vorfreudevortex]

about me

howdy, i'm sophie!

★ 21 // she/her // chinese american ★ ★ enfj-t // pisces // enneagram 4 ★ ★ midwest, usa // student // stratcom major ★

i like...

★ jjk, aot, demon slayer, hxh, csm, lads, skz, marvel. ★ nanami, ino, giyu, levi, tengen, aki, kurapika, sebastian stan, hyunjin, bang chan, kole from tokyo_sim (lmao). ★ painting, fashion, piano, writing, daydreaming, taking my adderall. ★ pasta, soft cookies, apple pie, cold water, amaretto sours, sweet tea. ★ sleep, dogs, cats, praise, angst, memes, theories, color theory, music theory. ★ comfy slippers, soft blankets, socks, worn-in sweatshirts, converse. ★ interstellar, eeaao, fresh, caatws, the office, mulan, poto, wicked. ★ the great gatsby, tkam, the solitaire mystery, watchmen, snowflower and the secret fan, a piece of the moon, the art of racing in the rain, parable of the sower. ★ kendrick lamar, 21 savage, labrinth, abba, zac brown band, flatland calvalry, $uicideboy$, tyler childers, stray kids, billie eilish, chappell roan, hozier, tame impala, one direction, remi wolf, raye, megan thee stallion, jay chou, bigxthaplug, luke bryan, ateez, xg, the kid laroi, mrs. green apple, seventeen, m.i.a., the backseat lovers, billy strings, anyone who makes phonk music.

fun facts...

★ this is my side blog... ★ i am 6 ft tall. ★ i model in my free time. ★ i collect decks of cards. i have 23 right now. ★ next on my bucket list: teach english overseas. ★ i'm fluent in mandarin. ★ my favorite place is shanghai. ★ i can clap with one hand. ★ i grew up on a very large ranch. yes, i still do all the cowboy things. ★ my go-to karaoke song is before he cheats by carrie underwood. ★ my favorite season is spring and my favorite color is yellow. ★ i know every single word to the phantom of the opera and hamilton. ★ i have one tattoo. ★ someone fell on my head and now i have a large scar in my scalp from their teeth. their teeth were fine but my head was not.

[thottykunikida]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) <333

Okie ☆ ～('▽^人)

Very Nice - Seventeen

Ma Cherie - Malice Mizer

Kiss on my list - Hall & Oates

A Toshi No Aki - Lamp

Sunburn - Wave to Earth

[gennabi]

desiderium

denji x power • 0.3k

platonic; angst

[ manga spoilers , desiderium : noun for intense longing , i dont want to be the only one thinking and crying so haha 🤗 , song rec <don't wanna cry - seventeen> ]

misc masterlist | main masterlist

denji couldn't sleep.

he slowly inhales and holds the breath. one minute. two minute. exhales. he repeats, using his ears to properly listen to the sound of the night yet there's no sound of power's snore still. nor the warmth of her limbs entangling with his.

there's a sinking feeling inside his stomach and for the first time, the room feels way too big and cold.

he told himself he wouldn't get sad if power dies─ dead. he told himself he would be fine if he's alone, he's lived that way any way before them. and it's not like power brings any benefits to him; clingy and picky, always asking him to do this and that for her.

denji told himself he's completely okay with her death.

yet.

yet.

yet!

there's a strangled sound coming out of his mouth then ugly noises and uncoherent words followed.

this is stupid, he thinks to himself, why am i crying over some stupid, annoying brat?.

he brings his hand to his face in an attempt to wipe his tears, and then, as if the world just had to make him more miserable, a vision of power wiping his tears on nights he misses pochita so much comes to mind. he carefully closes his eyes and caresses his under eyes but his fingers still aren't power's. and the one sleeping with him is still not power, nor aki.

and he pictures waking up tomorrow (if he's even sleeping tonight). he would flutter his eyes open and there's no more drools of a certain pink-haired making a map over his entire shirt. that was such a mess to deal with, right? he would no longer be greeted with childish insults in the bathroom just because he has to drag power to shower first thing in the morning. that too, it completely ruined the start of his days, right?

he's going to be completely fine without her. denji is going to be completely fine without power.

right?

initially i wanted to write for the hayakawa household but then, my mind logs off midway so have the beloveds denji and power instead

[liviavanrouge]

New Home

Mimi: *Stares at the food in front of her surprised* I can eat this?

Aki: Yes...

Denji: *Grins, pushing the bowl closer to her* Dig in, it's delicious!

Power: Why ask, just eat..

Mimi: R-Really..I can have this...?

Aki: *Stares at her wondering what she went through for the past seventeen years*

Mimi: I-I can eat this sugared rice?

Aki: Yes, stop asking and eat already...

Mimi: Really?

Denji: *Glances at Aki, getting a glance back* Eat Mimi, it's yours

Mimi: *Picks up the bowl, scooping rice up with a spoon*

Aki and Denji: *Stares, watching her take a bite* Mimi?

Mimi: *Stares, her eyes sparkling* It's so delicious! Better than the moldy bread and fish I eat every day!

Aki: Moldy bread?

Denji: Moldy fish...

Power: they fed you that stuff??!

Mimi: It wasn't all bad, my stomach hurt but I was full!

Aki: *Pushes more food over to Mimi* Here, eat lots

Denji: You need to get stronger! So eat up!

Mimi: A-Are you sure? I can eat the moldy food you have...

Aki: This is your new home

Denji: Agreed, you're part of the team now! Not with your adoptive parents!

Mimi: *Stares, then looks down as Aki filled her bowl with food* Okay...

Aki: Eat.

Mimi: *Nods*

Denji: *Watches Mimi eat then sighs in relief*

Aki: *Glances at Denji, then back at Mimi*

Mimi: *Smiles slightly surprising the trio* I like my new home...

Aki: Good.

Denji: Yeah, you'll be working with us from now on, better get used to this place

Power: Agreed