#she’s literally number 2 behind root

[denkryn]

no but it’s about her previous selves asking her what she did with this life and amalia responding, “i told someone our name” could write a literal essay about how zephyr has always tried not to get attached or make any real connections with anyone because she knows all too well how easily people go and how much it hurts but somehow 2 lives later, and hundred lives lost around her, she finds herself making the truest (no pun intended) relationship she’s ever had in all her lives.

[shidouswhore]

can I make a request ? 💗

About reader working as a stripper in a nightclub in which Shidou ofc is a regular guest x3 and him wanting to fuck reader so badly since shes his fav dancer there and reader always saying no until one night... 😏 Yk, pretty please, i need this so badly 😭💗🖤

mmm!! im literally drooling. here ya go :p

warnings: slight stalkerish behaviour, teeny tiny daddy kink, cumdump (?), dumbification, little bit of angst!, licking..?, dacryphilia, biting, root/hair pulling n tugging, slapping, rough sex!! :( ok this is getting too long

“cmooon, babe—“ his annoying voice called out to you yet again, for the.. 1, 2, 3, 4.. you lost count’th time this evening.

you had to admit, he was hot, and paid a good amount of money… just not your type. stripping wasn’t easy, with the amount of strange, men flooding in through the doors each night. you had your fair share of desperate ones, and he was no different. shidou, was it? though, he pleaded for you to just call him “daddy ryusei”, a hand already grabbing at yours as if a big, shiny, glowing, neon pink sign saying “don’t touch the employees” wasn’t on the wall behind him.

you simply rolled your eyes, snatching your hand away from his as you walked away, your hips moving with each step you took, a handful of the men turning their heads towards you.

you sighed deeply as soon as you go to the back, crashing against the couch as your fellow coworkers gossiped and giggled about the “hot blondie” outside.

as if, he’s a total weirdo once he opens that pretty mouth of his.

it had been a few weeks, and that strange man still hadn’t left you alone. every night he was there in the crowd, a grin on his face as he waved to you, fuchsia eyes trained on the way your body moved so well.

of course, he didn’t stop his pursuit to get in your pretty little pants— coincidentally parking his car next to yours, leaving when your shift ended, etc.

you sighed, legs slightly shaking with each step you took as you walked through the lobby’s doors, the cold night’s air hitting your face as the glass slid open.

it had been a tiring shift, and you just wanted to get home to your boyfriend.

he supported you when you brought up the idea of getting into stripping, and was actually happy for you… or so you thought.

as soon as you got home, the sounds of erotic moans and the bed frame thumping against a wall reverberated against your ears.

your eyes widened, and you immediately ran to your bedroom, not bothering to slip out of the uncomfortable heels on your feet.

there he was, your boyfriend, balls deep inside your best friend.

“k-keep going john!” she’d squeal, eyes squeezed shut as she approached her orgasm— a confused and ugly pout appearing on her chapped lips as she peered up at YOUR boyfriend. “what is it?” she’d inquire, turning her head to the direction the man was looking at, her expression falling as she realised…

“it’s not what it looks like, i swear! let us explain!” they’d shout in a panic, scrambling to throw their clothes on to preserve at least a little of their dignity, their pleas falling on deaf ears as you backed away from the bedroom, back hitting against the hallway’s wall, your head coincidentally bumping a photo of you and your ‘loyal and loving’ boyfriend, whom you thought you’d marry, off of the wall.

you wasted no time in turning around and dashing out the door, sore fear carrying you towards your car where you dug into your purse, trembling hands gripping onto your phone.

you pulled the device out, staring into your reflections as your tears fell against the screen with little splashes, the sound of the two people you trusted most begging for forgiveness and spewing whatever excuses they could come up with.

you looked down at the receipt in your expensive handbag, eyebrows furrowing as you thought out your next decision. you didn’t want to dwell on it too long, and quickly plucked the piece of paper out and dialed in the number— his number, the man from your strip club.

you don’t even know why you did it, maybe because you were angry, sad, stressed…

“helloooo?” his voice rang through the speakers unnaturally loud, his tone falling silent at the sound of sniffles. “um..?”

“hello,” you whimpered into your phone, tears falling down your cheeks as your breath began to quicken, watching your own boyfriend and best friend walk back into your house, clearly going to continue their little “drunken mistake” you had walked into. “can i come over? what’s your address?” you almost sobbed, hoping that he’d recognise you. “this is… shidou, correct?”

“oh, my lovely name!” he’d cry out, immediately adding you as a contact as he typed in his address for you. “don’t cry sweetheart,” he’d coo, voice growing low. he had to admit, the sound of your tears turned him on slightly. and it was finally his chance to fuck your enticing pussy, oh damn— he was hard again. “how far away are you, babe?” he’d hum, standing up from his couch as he strolled towards his bedroom, feet falling against the carpet in heavy footsteps before he opened his drawer, flicking through the various toys stored in there.

“i-i’m around 10 minutes away, see you soon.” was all you said to the blonde, slim fingers wrapping around the gear stick, your pretty manicured snails sparkling under the streetlamp’s dull light, flickering under the starry sky.

shidou was quick to open the door as soon as he heard a few light knocks, his muscular arms trapping you in a bone-crushing hug. “are you alright?!” he’d say, his large hands not so discretely creeping down to your plush ass.

“m-my boyfriend cheated on me.” you sniffled, standing still as you let shidou’s hands wander, too many tears slipping from your eyes to care about anything else.

he frowned, leaning down as he kissed the corner of your eye, before a grin spread on his face. “it’ll be alright〜” he said, before licking softly at the salty tears streaming down your face; causing you to whimper out a quiet moan from the feeling.

from that point, you honestly didn’t remember much. he just tucked his hands beneath your thighs, picking you up and carrying towards your bedroom as his nose nuzzled your tear-stained cheeks.

so you found yourself sprawled out on the creepy man’s bed, the very same man who had waited at your work and begged to do many questionable things with you. he propped one of your pretty legs on his shoulder, occasionally kissing at the skin of your ankles as he roughly rolled his hips into yours.

tears rolled down your cheeks, sobs of pleasure leaving your plump lips. your body bounced back as shidou pounded into you, his thick cock ramming right into your sweet spot, your tear-filled eyes practically rolling into the back of your skull.

“r-ryusei!” you mewled as he leaned down to your neck, his sharp canines biting down on your collarbone. he licked and sucked in response, a pornographic moan slipping from between his lips, wet with your spit from the previous make out sessions.

“sorry, sweets.” he’d giggle, kissing at the forming hickey, grinning to himself at the sight of the bruise. perfect, he thought.

you both knew this was only because you were feeling vulnerable and alone, you just wanted someone to fill you up and fuck you til’ you couldn’t even remember your boyfriend— no, ex’s actions.

his knuckled grazed your cheeks, the back of his palm gently wiping away your tears before he slipped two thick fingers past your lips.

your back arched off of the bed, sweet moans and whimpers being muffled by the fingers pushed into your mouth. you sucked gently on his fingers, tongue swirling obediently as your thigh twitched, you were getting close.

he knew it, he could tell by the way your moans grew quieter and how your breath quickened. “it’s okay baby, you’re close aren’t ya? just sit tight and mmh-“

he tilted his head back as you clenched down on him, gushing all over his big cock and heavy balls without warning, an eager and desperate moan leaving your lips as your eyes screwed shut, long and curled eyelashes fluttering.

he fucked into you with a few more thrusts, relishing in the way your pretty little pussy feels after waiting for so long.

soon enough, he grew closer and closer, pulling out of your greedy folds before shrugging your leg off, his fingers parting from your lips with a soft ‘pop!’ before he jerked himself off, shooting ropes and ropes of his sticky cum onto your breasts, smiling at the bruises ranging from a deep shade of red to a pretty purple littered across your body.

after waiting for you for so, so, long, the many nights he spent stroking his cock to the thought of you and your naughty smiles, your dirty looks, your enticing curves…

oh shit, he’s cumming again.

he collapsed onto you, panting softly as a hand reached to push a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “ya feeling alright, sweetheart?” he’d ask, a sultry tone in his voice as he narrowed his eyes at you, a thick finger tracing your arm. “ya think you can handle another round?” he teased, poking at the fat of your hip.

he didn’t even wait for a response, simply planting his big hands onto your waist, flipping you over and pushing your head into the cushy mattress. he grasped a pillow, propping your ass up before slipping back into your folds. it was fairly easy, considering the amount of times he had made you cum that night.

he knew this was temporary, but he couldn’t help but think of you as a sweet little cumdump, a perfect cocksleeve for his large dick.

“ya take me so well, sweets〜” he’d chuckle, a breathy moan escaping his lips as he settled, before harshly pounding back into your pussy.

the wet and sloppy sounds of his bald slapping against your asscheeks echoed against the walls, your loud moans being swallowed by the bedsheets as your hands clutched at whatever you could.

with a particularly delicious thrust, he had you squirting all over his dick, a satisfied smirk on his face as he continued, a hand slamming down against a cheek.

you whined, tears forming in your eyes once again.

“ryuuu—“

SLAP!

“come on, pretty baby. just keep that mouth of yours for moaning, alright? don’t wanna hear—“ he thrust into your folds, groaning before he continued. “i don’t wanna hear another word come out of your mouth other than ‘daddy’ or ‘yes, that’s it’ okay?”

you couldn’t even comprehend any of his words at this point, mind consumed by the way his tip was kissing your cervix, fucking you better than you’ve ever felt before.

why didn’t you let him hit earlier? if you knew he was this good you would’ve dumped that cheating son of a birch earlier.

“right there—!” you scream into the comfy bed, and ryusei grinned in response, slapping your ass once again.

“ya like that? my cute little slut.”

maybe it was wrong for him to call you ‘his’.. but he couldn’t help it, not with the way you were taking his dick so good, just like an obedient little whore. his obedient little whore.

“mine, mine.” he found himself growling about making you his as you came once again, your jaw slacked with drool dripping down your plush lips, eyes crossed together as you mumbled agreements to whatever he was saying.

“nobody’s ever fucked ya like this, huh?” he asked, a hand planting itself in your roots as he tugged, pulling your face up as he leaned down to your ear, his words almost barely being heard.

you nodded in response, a sob leaving your lips as shidou tugged again.

“tell me, tell me who’s fuckin this needy little girl so good? who is it?” he hissed, voice growing louder and louder with each harsh thrust of his hips.

“y-you areee!”

“who?!”

“daddy ryusei!”

@erea01 @shironagi @isagispuzzlepiece

note: i am working on another request, so be ready!! love ya :3

[dailyadventureprompts]

Adventure: Shadow of the Harvest Moon

Most imagine the shadowfell as a dreadful and dreary place, but there are islands of solace in the underworld, such as the realm of Dwindlehearth which manifests as a pastoral village rendered in an eternal autumn sunset. It is a place where those who were lonely in life find kinship in the folkish festivals put on by the attendant spirits, where those too stubborn to accept the end can work themselves to satisfied exhaustion in the fields before retiring in comfort, and where those never had enough can stay in on a rainy day and enjoy a filling meal by a warm fire. It is a good death, a good afterlife, the sort we would wish for those we loved dearest to allow their memory to fade most gracefully.

But Something is wrong in Dwindlehearth

Rot spreads through the fields and the shades can find no solace, foul things stalk at the edge of dark woods, clouds cover the face of the ember-warm sun and part to reveal a cold and leering moon, too low and with it's own strange, superntatural gravity.

If the dead are to know peace once again, something must be done.

Hooks:

After their latest bout of occupational grave desecration the party are called upon by the deathgod Nerull to help sort things out, whatever's causing the problem is hidden from his sight and he'll forgive them their literal and figurative trespasses if they can root out whatever corruption is twisting his pastoral realm into a nightmare.

Most shades in Dwindlehearth have varying levels of awareness, identities growing hazier the closer they get to moving on. The rot seems to remind them of all their regrets and failings, preserving their worst aspects while the rest of them atrophies. This is to say nothing of when the night descends unexpectedly, and those shades worst affected transform into monsters, or nightmarish hauntings.

Investigating the source of the corruption will prove difficult, but perhaps the party can get the aid of one of the attendant psychopomps ( most of whom are busy fighting the rot and fending off incursions from unseen enemies at the village's border) or by taking inconstant direction to seek out Dwindlehearth's mayor ( a position the psychopomps have no memory of appointing) who turns out to be a still living necromancer resided on an estate that she's transported to the middle of the death god's domain (especially if the party encountered hear early in the campaign). She's willing to help, but only if the party put in a good word for her with Nerull, as she's grown to quite enjoy the surroundigns.

Behind all the problems in Dwindlehearth is Zuggtmoy, demon queen of despair and decay, who saw the pastoral stillness of the village as the perfect place to spread her stagnation. Her influence drives souls to bitter, resentful, remembrance, priming them for transformation into foul minions.

Speaking of Minions, Zuggtmoy's influence was carried to the village by the departed soul of one of her priests, a poet mired in morbid melancholy by the name of Blaine Blackstem, who got one of the psychopomps to carry him over Nerrull's wards. Blaine was never a good poet, but his mistress's gifts and the nightmare landscape have transformed him into a looming scarecrow figure, striding through the fields sowing rot and then taking grisly inspiration as how the souls twist.

A number of Zuggtmoy's other fiendish minions probe the border of Dwindlehearth just waiting for a large enough breach to pour in, Blaine aims to accommodate them by creating an army of pumpkin monsters and setting them lose to overwhelm the psychopomps leaving the village undefended.

Art 1 Art 2 Art 3

[icarusredwings]

Camping

pt 1

pt 2

A heart warming 1000th follower special!!

Logan takes the X kits camping. Simple right?

Wrong.

Children in this school are expected to be top of their class... If they aren't.. They at least need to be able to take care of themselves and use their powers decently well. For good of course.

Now you may be thinking 'Or what?'

Well- Or else you have to go with Wolverine for a survival training exercise. Aka- Summer Camp.

"Are we almost there? I'm tired." The lion boy groaned, his pack the heaviest amongst the children due to his natural strength and the fact he greatly overpacked.

"You're always tired, Leo.." Owen mutters, rolling his eyes. "But he's right. I'm starving."

This- of course, was Wade's cue.

"Hi starving! Hi tired! I'm dad!" He smiles widely as he treks behind his husband in khaki shorts and a button up shirt with a few random badges in it, his pack quite large due to his ability to carry the most in this little team of theirs.

There were a total of 12 children this time around, most being Xkits or... well.. Kids that Logan have decided to adopt under his own metaphorical wings. Unlike Warren who has legally adopted Issac under his literal wings. His mother being none other than Laura herself. Clone business and all that.

“This is stupid..” The 11 year old grumbles, wings dyed black tucked in as he holds his pack on the side. Why he chose to wear skinny jeans in the middle of the woods? Well that would be the stubbornness of his grandfather in him.

“Maybe you should have participated in Gym and you wouldn't be missing a credit.” Logan tells the taloned boy, who grumbles under his breath how unfair it is to be related to your teacher because he targets you. “You're not even my real grandfather...” He'd grumble.

“Ooh but technically he is, chickadee. See you're a clone of Laura and Laura is his daughter, which makes you..” Wade whispers to him with a big smirk.

“Gabrielle is a clone of Laura too and she's her sister. Not her daughter. So why do I have to be her son?”

Wade laughs. “Ha! What? You wanna be big guys son? That's even worse, trust me. Besides! You got different Dna then Laura cause your daddy is fancy pants rich mcgee-” He pokes, only for his hand to be slapped away. Holding a hand up to his mouth, Wade whispers. “Between you and me, He likes being a grandpa. Don't let him lie.”

“Shut up! You're scaring the wild life with your big mouth.” He growls through grit teeth.

“Ooh.. Touchy subject..”

Let's just say that Logan was getting real tired of people using his Dna to splice together more mutant children. Especially if they were just going to be raised as weapons..

There had been twelve kids on this trip, each chaperone had 3 kids to look after, well..Four each if you counted Logan and Wade as a pair, seeing as Wade was technically a risk and the only reason he was allowed was because Logan was here. There wasn't exactly a hospital out in the woods, so if he got sick or someone who couldn't regenerate got stabbed- there would be a serious issue.

Each teacher was responsible for an equal number of children, meant to coach them and encourage them to use their powers when out in these deep Canadian woods. They could have gone to the woods in the US But Logan refused unless it was these woods in particular. Those were his requirements. He got Wade, and he got to go to Canada.

Between them, There was Logan, The leader of this group (for obvious reasons), Wade (his cheerful husband), Morph (The current mentor of Ivo), and Father Wagner (Second in command for obvious reasons)

The girl behind them groaned loudly. "You're not our dad, though." She mumbled, replying to Wade's dad joke, having been volunteered by her mother to go on this trip. Something about "connecting more with your roots," she said. She, the daughter of Forge's cousin, would much rather have been in the shop, good with electric tools rather than starting fires, chopping wood, or walking long distances.

Harley, a rabbit girl with far too much sass for someone her age, scrunches her nose. “Ick! It smells like a wet dog here!” She says.

“Gabby! Get out of that puddle!” Logan scolds her, watching as she played in the mud. Taking her fingers she smirks, wiping it on her cheeks like war paint. “Why!? I thought the whole point of being in the woods is to be dirty?” She gets up, shaking off with a big smile, splating mud onto some of the other students.

Harley whines. “Mr. Sydney, Gabby got my dress dirty!”

Owen shifts into Harley for just a moment. “Mr. Sydney, I chose to wear an expensive skirt on a camping trip in the middle of summer!”

“Oi! I don't sound like that!” She starts, balling her fists and glared.

“Hey- hey. Children. That is enough, Ja? Do you really vish to mock your team mate?”

“Yes.” Leo mutters.

The girl growls at the lion, who makes an ‘eep' noise and runs behind the blue tailed man.

“Owen has a point, though, Harley. Mr. Howlett told you that you might get dirty.”

“Uh-yeah. Key word. Might.”

Morph rolls their eyes, groaning. “You sound like Issac right now.”

“I do not!”

“She does not!!”

“He's gross! And icky and mean!”

“She's so prissy and spoiled!”

Wade and Morph glance at each other, smirking before laughing. Yeaahh.. these two were definitely gonna get caught holding hands at lunch in the future. When you've been around kids this much, it's just something you know.

Logan and Kurt look at each other with that ‘Sigh. Kids.’ Kind of look before Kurt flicks his tail. “Okay okay! Who wants to hear a story?”

“Is it a church story?” Cherri asks.

“If it's a church story I'm gonna fall asleep.” Leo mumbles, already yawning.

“Well… I suppose not then. Erm. Wade- NO”

Wade shrugs, leaning on Morph's shoulder. “Good choice really.”

Morph nods, agreeing that Wade's stories were far too mature for this group of 9-14 year olds.

Kurt smiles awkwardly “Mr. Sydney?”

Immediately, the shit eating grin that comes onto their face makes him shake his head. “Nien. Logan?”

He doesn't answer. Their leader is sniffing the air, looking ahead as if he smelt something that perhaps would put them in danger.

“Whatcha sniffin’dad?!” Gabs asked, coming up front to sniff too, their noses twitching.

All Leo, Cherri, Harley, and the other students tried to smell too.

“I don't smell anything.” Owen mumbles, a bit upset.

“Eh don't worry, kid. It's more of an animal thing.”

“A hot animal thing. Woof. I might just skip gym all next semester just so I can come out here and-” He whispers a little too loudly.

“Wade! Shush!” Turning, he waits for them to tell him what it was they smelled. “Hands.” He says and there's a couple that raise. Gabby is currently in the back, jumping with her hand up.

“I know, I know!!”

“I know you know. You can tell me after them. Leo?”

“Is it.. a deer?”

“Close. And you just smell Cherri. Cherri? Whatcha smell?”

“I smell berries. And I hear water.”

“Very good! Harper?”

“It's Harley! She's Harper!”

Logan's hands go up. “Okay, Sheesh. Well, What do ya smell princess?”

“I smell…a cat?”

“Close! Anyone else?” When no one else raised their hands, he sighs. “Gabby?”

“It's a lynx!!” She yells, as if she was holding it in this whole time.

“She gets that from me.” Wade tells Morph, who smirks. “are you sure she aint yours?”

“You see I've been wondering this for years now.” He says, letting go of their shoulder and went to gabby, squeezing her to death. “Huh? My big girl!”

“Ahh!! Papa!!” She giggles, making an “omph” noise when he squeezed the air from her.

Kurt smiles, looking quite happy out here, humble and was silently remencesing on the times Logan and him would come out here, how they'd play chase and tag. Sighing, Kurts tail flicked sorrowfully. But that was a long time ago.. a long time..

“Wade.. Drop it.” Logan says, the way you would A dog.

“If you say so.” Putting his hands up, Wade drops the girl with a soft “Aahh!” as she lands on her feet.

“Now..obviously we aren't going down that trail if there's a Lynx so we'll be camping ealier then expected.”

The children cheer.

“Thank god for the lynx.” Kurt mutters, even his feet starting to get a little sore. They've come about 8 miles already and he really thought Logan was going to force the entire 10. I suppose in his growing age he's been relying on Bamfs far more than he would like to admit.

“You all are getting better at your tracking, but you missed something. If you turn your head a bit you can see a downy woodpecker. They're common around here but they don't have the classic red color we're used to. They're kinda striped.” Logan says to them.

"Hey Joey!” Morph says. The Kangaroo kid known as “Roo” aka Joey, was one of the kids under Kurt's tail of teaching. “Look at this. Who am I?" They then shift into an exact replica of Logan, mimicking him.

"Oi yuall see thathere wud pecka!?" They say, clearly in a very terrible aussie accent.

Joey and the other kids laugh.

Logan rolls his eyes, smiling. "Oh, stop it. I'm not even Australian.” A moment after saying this, He gasps, grinning a bit as he pointed. “Look kids. That's a red breasted nuthatch!”

“Oi chaldren i'z a red bested ‘uthack!”

Wade laughs a bit too hard for this to be a light joke. “I don't know Mr. Howlett, you have some competition.”

He blushes, grumbling. “I don't sound like that..”

“I ‘oint sownd wike dat, mate!”

It's Kurt who giggles now and Logan can't help but growl in that frustrated tone. “Alright alright! har har. Enough.”

“Yeah guys! You guys should respect your elders.” Wade pips up, making Logan nod and then stop. “Wait- what??”

“Oh I'm sorry gramps. Did you forget your hearing aids? I said-”

“You married that old man. So you can't tease him too much.” Morph mutters, interrupting Wade before he went down that rabbit hole.

“Oh, hell yes I did and I f-”

“Ah-Heh-hem! Children!” Kurt coughs into his hand, smiling a bit with a dash of purple across his cheeks.

“Right. Anyway… Race you to the campsite! Last one bunks with Ms. Wet dog over here!”

“Hey! Wait! Wade!!” Logan calls, not wanting them to get split up. It was still a good 100 meters until the campsite and the path was narrow here.

“No way you're beating me!!” Gabby says, taking off after him. Despite their protests, Some of the other kids took off too. The only ones who didn't were Leo, Ashley, and Carmen. Ashley and Carmen were older, 14, so they listened to the adult heros more than the younger ones. Owen wanted to stay with his mentor, Mr. Sydney. He was a nervous kid like that. Always near an adult.

Harley wasn't going to go either until Cherri took off and then Issac followed Harley, who mentioned something about him flying was cheating.

“Hey!! You know they're clipped!”

“What? I can't hear you from way back there!” She teased.

“....Storm is gonna kill us..” Moprh mumbles as Kurt decided to take initiative, trying to keep up with the children so they didn't get hurt or lost. “...Yup.” Logan mutters.

“..Mr. Howlett? Can you carry me? I'm tired.”

“You're always tired, Leo..” Logan sighs, picking up the lion cub, giving him a piggyback for the remaining walk.

Leo lion owned by @bougiebutchbinch

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Request by @joykai

Owen/Ivo owned by @rabiessnail

Issac/Harley/Cherri owned by me

[nenoname]

After finally graduating high school, Ford is ready to put his hometown far behind him, only to end up being abducted on his way to Backupsmore and wakes up on an empty sinking ship with a strange bracelet reading “6” stuck on his wrist… Eight other strangers have met the same fate, all with a different number on their bracelets, ranging from one to nine, and the group receives a message from someone called 0. Their anonymous captor gives them a simple order: participate in a deadly game to escape the boat or drown.

Been thinking about a 999/Zero Escape AU for a bit now! (aka “we may be trapped in a death game with limited amount of time to escape but we will ramble wikipedia articles and thought experiments at you” the game)

Puzzles and quantum thought experiments and digital roots galore! Honestly if he weren't late to college and also the whole. Threat of dying thing. Ford would be having a fun time. Probably.

Participants I’ve thought of so far:

2 - Snakeyes: a self proclaimed professional gambler but is apparently just an old sailor who works on a fishing trawler. Is far too laidback considering this is a death game. He immediately gets on Hex's nerves and seems to have fun doing so.

He’s pretty good at word and number puzzles but he's someone who knows more than he seems...

3  -  Tri: calls himself a salesman, smells suspiciously of formaldehyde (the alleged reason why Snakeyes ignores his code name and calls him Hyde), may or may not be a cult leader/walking corpse from the 50s/a literal triangle. Is also far too laidback considering this is a death game.

Knows too much. Tends to let others take the lead in solving puzzles and prefers to observes as if they all weren't under the threat of death, has fun dropping cryptic and useless hints

5 - Star: This is a child. Who put a child on a sinking ship??? (SE calls her “pumpkin”) Is far too well-adjusted to the situation considering this is a death game.

Pretty smart in high tension situations but otherwise a bit prone to goofing off to help de-stress everyone, and tunes out when quantum talk is happening. With her weird girl powers, she can help provide a well needed unique perspective

6 - Hex: Had recently left behind a dream of sailing around the world, only to end up trapped on a boat. Great. (Snakeyes calls him ‘kid' despite there being a literal child on board who doesn't get called that. Tri calls him "Sixer" which definitely doesn't piss SE off, nope, not at all)

Is a sucker for riddles and can basically blast through any type of puzzles normally, but there's something about the ones on this boat that tricks him perfectly into getting caught up into the wrong train of thought which forces him to rely on the others

Spoilers for 999 and VLR (and probably won't make sense if you don't know the context anyway):

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Maybe I'll come up with more stuff for this au, maybe not

[felixsramen]

Yours Truly

This is part 11 to my Skz poly fic. I'm glad you guys seem to enjoy it these have been kinda soothing writing. This one's kinda short but I promise next chapter will be longer.

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Warnings: mentions of sex, doesn't go in description though

It had been 4 days since that date. You were kinda surprised and upset that you hadn't gotten a text or a call from any of the boys. Maybe you should've texted? Well that's what you were doing now.

You only had 2 of their numbers. Felix and Changbins. You decided to text Changbin knowing he'd probably text back sooner or at least you had hoped he would.

'Hey Bin I was wondering if you wouldn't mind making a chat with all of the boys?'

You watch as you look back at your computer screen. You were elbow deep in notes and typing up papers for work. You weren't even at the office though. You had gotten an email from your boss letting you know that the office was still closed and it probably would be for a while longer.

You didn't mind though. You didn't hate the work but you hated the people. They were all stuck up thinking they were too good and talking behind each other's backs. If the money wasn't good you'd probably quit. It was such a toxic working environment.

Your phone lights up.

'Of course I don't mind.' Changbin texts back.

His text brought a smile to your face. Within seconds you get texts from all 8 boys.

'Hi Y/N it's Chan' one text says.

'Im sure you already know who I am 💋' you chuckle of course you knew who it was.

'No she doesn't all she knows is that you sent a kissing emoji Ji' You laugh at that knowing it was Felix. Of course it was Felix who had always joked with Jisung.

'Don't be stupid already you two I'm Hyunjin' the text says.

'We'll come in Seungmins room right now' Felix texts and you laugh.

'I wish you guys would' Hyunjin texts back.

'Do not come in my room' a text says from who you assume is Seungmin.

'Dont test us' Jisung texts.

'You guys won't' Hyunjin texts back then there's no reply from either of them.

Instead there's another text. 'See now this is why I lock my room door 😑' Seungmin says and you laugh.

'Ignoring our 3 ridiculous boyfriends I'm Minho' a text says.

'It's Jeongin, I.n. or Innie whichever you'd like to call me' Jeongin says and you smile at his words remembering how the boys had called him Innie when you first met.

'Hi Innie' you text back.

'Hi Y/N' Jeongin says back.

'You already have my number but it's Changbin.'

'Well I'm sure you guys all know who I am then' you text in the group chat.

'Of course we do' Chan texts back.

'Hows work going' Jisung who is now back asks you.

'Its been taking up most of my time even though I'm not at the office and probably won't be for a while' you text back.

'Oh why aren't you at the office' Minho asks.

'They're adding a new floor which will probably end up taking a month or so' you text back.

'Well if you're not busy tomorrow could you stop by and help me redye my hair blonde the roots are starting to show and I hate the uneven colors' Felix texts.

'Why not me again' Changbin asks.

'As much as I love and cherish you and would do literally anything for you I'm not letting you help me again you almost had my hair fall out' Felix texts and you laugh.

'I literally read the directions' Changbin says.

'You read the directions but didn't set a timer after 30 minutes I asked you how much longer you said like 10 minutes then after the 10 I asked you again and you said a little bit longer it was almost an hour before I washed out the hair dye and I was terrified my hair was going to fall out 😭' Felix says.

'That's fair' Changbin says and you laugh.

'So will you Y/N please 🥺' Felix asks you.

'I'll try my best to get all my work done for tomorrow done today and then head over there and help you tomorrow 😊' You reply back.

'Thank you so much!' Felix says and it makes you smile.

'Of course' you text.

'Since you're coming over tomorrow why don't you help me cut the ends of my hair' Jisung says.

'Dont you guys have hairdressers?' you ask.

'Yeah but they're not you' Jisung says and it makes you smile.

'Okay I'll come help you but I'm reminding you Ji I'm not a hairdresser' You say to him.

'Don't be upset when your bald tomorrow Ji' Hyunjin texts and you laugh.

'Im not that bad' you say.

'Hey if I'm bald tomorrow at least I'll be bald and happy knowing Y/N cut it' Jisung says and you laugh.

'Ji I love you and I'd do anything for you but if you go bald you won't ever see me again' Hyunjin says.

'So you love me for my hair is what I'm hearing' Jisung texts.

'Please do not make Jisung bald' Minho says.

'I wasn't planning on it😂' You text.

'I'd be upset bc I like pulling his hair during sex' Hyunjin says and your surprised by that text but quickly realize it was Hyunjin and Jisung asking you and teasing you about Felix so you weren't as surprised.

'Really Hyunjin? Now was the time to text that' Chan texts.

'Now or never and it's true so what's the problem' Hyunjin texts.

'Well I'm not making Jisung bald so you'll still be able to pull his hair' You text.

'See Y/N gets what I'm saying are you a hair puller too?' Hyunjin asks. You laugh.

'You don't have to answer that' Seungmin texts.

'I don't mind but to answer your question it depends on the person' You texts back.

No one texts back for a second. Maybe you shouldn't have answered that.

'You're driving me crazy' Hyunjin texts back.

'You're not the only one' Jisung texts.

'You have no idea the effect you have on us do you' Minho texts.

You're surprised by all those texts and look away from your phone for a moment trying to calm yourself.

Another buzz brings you back to reality.

'Stop being horny we need Y/N to finish her work so she can can come over tomorrow' Felix texts.

'Don't pretend you weren't affected by it Lix' Hyunjin texts.

'Like I said let's let her finish her work'

'Fine' Hyunjin says.

'Bye Y/N!!!' Jisung texts.

'Bye Y/N see you tomorrow' Felix texts.

'See you tomorrow' Hyunjin texts.

'Bye Y/N have a good night' Chan texts.

'Hopefully if I'm not busy with work I'll see you tomorrow' Minho texts.

'I'll see you tomorrow Y/N' Jeongin texts.

'We'll see you tomorrow' Seungmin texts.

'Sorry for the craziness we'll talk tomorrow' Changbin texts.

'Bye you guys I'll see hopefully all of you tomorrow' You text back.

With that you turn off your phone going back to your computer. You really needed to finish all your work for tomorrow so you could go over there.

You didn't realize how much you loved seeing the boys and how much you missed talking to them. They all had their unique personalities and you loved that.

You needed to finish this work so you could see them so you push them from your thoughts for now typing again on your computer.

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[anyasathenaeum]

Across Time and Space (Part 2)

A/N: Part 2 time for the Eriks!Vash hurt/comfort fic LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! God I love hurt/comfort, and God I love Eriks. Anyways, here, have this, the some-more-hurt-and-mostly-comfort part of the hurt/comfort! For those who missed the first part, read part 1 here!

Pairing: Eriks!Vash x reader

Warnings: Slight violence, literally still just going off episode 18 of Trigun so potential spoilers for those who haven't watched it, still potential spoilers for episode 12 of Trigun Stampede, lots of emotions, a mix of Tristamp and 98 Trigun Vash/Eriks

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself in what seemed to be an abandoned building of some kind, laying against a wall. It was dark, but you could make out that there were a LOT of bandits around. In your immediate vicinity, there were at least 50. Immediately to your left, you saw Lina, who had her hands tied and was being kept under watch.

"Ahhh, lookie who's finally awake!"

A voice startled you, and as you turned your head, you saw a particularly nasty-looking bandit smiling evilly at you, his eyes filled with malice as he approached you.

"I'm so glad you tried going after the little runt who kicked me in the face, cause now you're both our hostages. Now, you can pay for taking out so many of my men. I couldn't have planned it better myself!" The bandit roared, his accomplices and subordinates laughing with him.

That's right - you had heard the bandits passing by your hospital window, talking about going to kidnap Lina as revenge against both her and Eriks, who had turned out to be Vash. Your Vash. There was no way you were going to let Lina get hurt, so, you swiftly climbed out of the hospital window and went after the bandits going to kidnap Lina. You had actually managed to incapacitate quite a number of them before one had successfully snuck up behind you and knocked you out, taking you as a second hostage to use against Eriks.

'Vash,' You reminded yourself, despite the horrible pain it caused in your chest, 'They're using you against Vash. Eriks is Vash.'

You tried to get up to face the bandit, your anger flaring up within you, but you found your arms were tied together behind your back, making it extremely difficult for you to get up without somebody physically lifting you in support.

"You bastards," You hissed angrily, not even trying to hide your hatred and rage, "She's a child! Let her go!"

The lead bandit just shrugged, still grinning evilly, "I don't think so. She decided to cross me. So now, she's paying the price, just like you are. And soon that blonde fool will suffer, too!"

"You keep Eriks out of this!" Lina yelled, but one hard look from the bandit guarding her and him cocking his gun silenced her immediately.

You had to hand it to her - for somebody so young, Lina was incredibly brave. You were impressed by her spirit.

"Don't you hurt her!" You snapped at the guard, shouting and glaring at him with such intensity that the guard visibly flinched, "If you touch her, the minute I'm free, I'll break every bone in your body, do you understand me?"

The bandit leader just laughed before grabbing your hair and tugging your head back, causing you to cry out in pain as he pulled hard, your scalp burning. You heard Lina scream something in the background, but couldn't make it out, your focus tunneling in on the bandit leader as he sneered down at you.

"You shut up or I'll shoot you this instant, you hear me?"

You found yourself just smirking and letting out a cold laugh, refusing to bend to this monster's will, "I'd love to see you try that. Go ahead, shoot me. Then you're one hostage down and Eriks will kick your ass anyways."

This infuriated the bandit, causing him to pull your head back even harder, a hiss of pain escaping you as he did so as you felt the roots of your hair lifting from the force of the bandit's grip. However, the bandit just spluttered and couldn't actually form any comprehensible argument, so you just smiled bigger - you knew you were right. You called his bluff.

However, you being right about the situation didn't stop the bandit leader from pistol whipping you across the face. You let out a cry as the pistol made contact with your cheek, the pain blinding you and the force of the strike sending you sprawling onto the floor. You could hear Lina screaming in the background for the bandit to stop, but the bandit leader just laughed before walking off, leaving you both with the guard.

As you lay on the ground, you could see stars and your vision was blurry from the force of the hit, the pain disorienting you. Your face was throbbing where the pistol had struck you, and from the intensity of the pain, you knew that your face was going to bruise, if your bone hasn't straight up been broken.

"(Y/N)! Are you okay?!"

You heard Lina crying out to you, and you struggled to sit up so you could face her. Eventually, you shifted enough for Lina to be able to see your face, and you just offered her as best a smile as you could, trying to comfort her.

"Oh, I'm fine! Don't worry, Lina. That guy hits like a wimp," You replied casually, your grin hopefully coming across convincing.

It seemed to work, because you could see Lina relaxing slightly as you smiled at her. However, deep down, you were starting to worry. You knew that Wolfwood and Vash were likely already on their way, but there were so many bandits. They were walking into a fight against 200+ bandits.

'Vash... Wolfwood...' You thought desperately, 'Please be careful.'

MEANWHILE

Vash and Wolfwood walked side by side as they approached the abandoned building. Even from where they were, they could see all the guns pointed at them both from every window of the building. That didn't stop them from continuing to approach.

"How many are there?" Wolfwood asked, glancing from window to window.

"About 200," Vash answered, his expression grim as they both continued to approach the building.

"A hundred for each of us, huh?" Wolfwood replied, smirking slightly as he lugged his cross over his shoulder.

"Yup."

Wolfwood just sighed, "Well, that's not exactly fair to them," before uncovering the Punisher, revealing the gun in all its glory.

"Uh, hey! I don't want you killing anybody, alright?!" Vash exclaimed, causing Wolfwood to become exasperated.

"Why don't you just ask me not to breathe?!"

"Thou shalt not kill, remember?!" Vash shot back, looking thoroughly unimpressed with his companion, "What kind of church man are you, anyway?!"

At that, Wolfwood just smiled a bit and laughed, "Woah, déjà-vu, I've heard that before. Now you're starting to sound like your old self."

Vash just offered a small smile in return. Deep down, he didn't really feel like his old self and hadn't for the past 2 years, but now... his old self was resurfacing. Especially now that you were in danger. Vash wasn't going to let you get hurt ever again. Not after how badly he had hurt you in choosing not to let you know he was alive.

The ground right next to Vash and Wolfwood exploded as the bandits fired a warning shot at them. Vash could see the bandit leader standing on the roof of the building, laughing maniacally as he had fired the shot at them.

Suddenly, Vash heard a voice cry out.

"Eriks!"

Vash's expression became one of worry as he saw Lina being held by a bandit, a gun pressed to her temple. And next to her-

His heart hit the ground.

Your face was bloodied and bruised, your eye swollen shut and black. You had an expression of fear and pain on your face, and the bandit holding you also had a gun pressed to your temple, just like Lina.

Rage. Pure, unaltered rage rose up within Vash - somebody dared to lay a hand on you and hurt you. All because you fought to protect Lina, just as he had.

"Woah, woah, woah," Wolfwood muttered, his arm shooting out in front of Vash for a second, "Hang on a second, Stampede. Take a breather."

Wolfwood could feel the anger radiating off of Vash, and he knew that if he didn't do this, Vash likely would've charged in already and gotten shot. Vash, on his end, knew that Wolfwood was right. He needed to recollect himself and focus, otherwise, there was no chance of him being able to get you out of there safely.

Once he had calmed down, Vash took a deep breath and a small smile appeared on his face, prepared to get you and Lina out of there.

"Time to kill!"

The bandit leader roared suddenly, and every single gun pointed at Vash and Wolfwood began to fire. Somehow, not a single bullet hit either one of them, and they both approached the building, bringing up their guns and getting ready for the fight.

"Showtime."

Both Vash and Wolfwood spoke in tandem, continuing to walk towards the building completely unphased.

Once the gunfire started, you and Lina were pulled back from the windows by your respective guards, and everything became a blur to you. It was hard to see as one of your eyes had swelled up, but from what you could see, the bandits weren't doing a great job of actually hitting their targets.

You found yourself smiling to yourself despite the gun barrel pressed to your temple and the aching pain radiating and throbbing in your face. Given the rising panic in the voices of the bandits, you could tell that Vash and Wolfwood were making headway. You were sure they'd be there for you and Lina shortly.

"Hey, what are you grinning about?! Quit that!" The guard holding you shouted, causing you to wince as he yelled in your ear. However, you refused to stand down, just grinning wider.

"You're screwed," You replied with a gently crazy laugh, "You're so screwed."

"Shut up!" The guard yelled again, and the gun barrel pressed against your temple disappeared for a second as the guard raised his pistol to strike you again.

Two gunshots rang out and the pistol the guard was holding fell to the ground as the guard yelped, as well as the pistol that the guard holding Lina had been holding. You flinched, half expecting the blow, until you suddenly felt the guard release you from his grip and heard him and the guard that had been holding Lina hightailing it as fast as they both could in the opposite direction.

When you looked up and turned to see what had saved you, your heart stuttered in your chest and squeezed painfully.

"Eriks," You mumbled softly, being careful not to call him Vash with Lina standing directly behind you.

The look on Vash's face was one of determination and worry as he sprinted over to you and Lina.

"Eriks!" You heard Lina exclaim happily as Vash ran over, quickly pulling both of you into a tight hug, holding you both close.

You couldn't really process what was happening. Vash was here. Vash was alive. Eriks was Vash. Vash saved you. Vash was here.

Vash, Vash, Vash.

"It's okay," You heard Vash whisper to you both, his tone quiet and calm, "I've got you both. Let's get out of here. Let's get you both home."

Wolfwood must've finally taken out the remaining bandits as it was suddenly quiet, and the preacher was walking over to you all slowly, unhurried.

As Vash untied Lina, Wolfwood untied your arms, double-taking a bit as he looked at your face.

"Woah, (Y/N), what happened to your face?" Wolfwood asked, looking over the wound on your face.

"They were a badass, that's what happened!"

You were surprised to hear Lina piping up, her voice excited and completely in awe of you.

You found the heat rising to your face a bit as you looked down, mumbling, "Not really..."

"You were, though! You refused to let the bad guys push you around! You were amazing! I hope I'm as tough as you someday!" Lina insisted, her eyes glistening as she looked at you.

You just smiled as best you could at her, "Wanna know a secret, Lina? You already are. You're brave, kid. Don't ever lose that."

Lina turned a beautiful shade of pink, and as you gazed at her, you could feel Vash's eyes on you. However, you knew that if you looked at him right now, you'd break down on the spot and this was neither the time or the place.

"Let's get going," You spoke up, straightening up and turning to Wolfwood, "Best we get out of here before any of these idiots regain consciousness."

Wolfwood just nodded before glancing over at Vash, who was still looking at you, clearly worried and wanting to approach you. Once Vash looked at Wolfwood, Wolfwood just jerked his head.

"Come on, let's get back to Grandma Sheryl. I'm sure she's worried sick about you two," Wolfwood stated, glancing at Vash and Lina.

Once you had all returned to town, Grandma Sheryl was in an uproar. She ran around, hugging Lina and Vash tightly and thanking Vash and Wolfwood for saving Lina, then she hugged you and thanked you for keeping Lina safe while kidnapped and for protecting her. After the initial uproar, Grandma Sheryl sent Lina upstairs to take a bath and Vash to go get cleaned up, while Wolfwood stood outside smoking his cigarette. You, however, were asked to stay behind in the kitchen with Grandma Sheryl.

"Oh, goodness, your face," Grandma Sheryl exclaimed, bringing her hands up to your face, gently turning your head from side to side as she evaluated it, "What happened?!"

You just winced a bit as she pressed her fingers against your bruise, hissing a bit as you answered, "Ow! I, um, was pistol whipped. I angered the bandit leader when I protected Lina."

Grandma Sheryl frowned at that before going over to her fridge and pulling out some ice that she wrapped into a kitchen towel and applied it gently to your eye, "Here... Let's try to get that swelling down. I'll clean that cut on your cheekbone too, now, and we'll get you some pain medication, dear."

You smiled as best as you could at the old woman, feeling genuinely fond of her, "Thank you, Sheryl. I appreciate you taking care of me."

"It's the least I can do after you protected my Lina," Grandma Sheryl replied, smiling up at you warmly before proceeding to clean the cut on your cheek and providing you with pain medication.

Once you were fully taken care of, you sat in the kitchen holding a warm drink, just speaking with Grandma Sheryl softly. Eventually, the night crept in and you stood up.

"It's getting late and your household has had a long day. I should go. I'm sure Wolfwood and I will have to find somewhere to stay for the night anyways," You spoke up, nodding your head to Grandma Sheryl, "Thank you so much for taking care of us. I appreciate it."

Grandma Sheryl just shook her head, "Think nothing of it, dear. As for a place to stay, why don't you and the priestly fellow stay here tonight? Eriks has a spare bed in his room and there's another spare room upstairs with a mattress in it. I'm certain we can make it work."

You bit your lip, unsure, "We wouldn't dream of imposing on you and your family."

Grandma Sheryl, however, was having none of it and already stood up, "It's settled. You and Mr. Wolfwood shall sleep here tonight. It's the least we can do in thanks to you both."

Suddenly, her gaze shifted to something behind you and her face lit up, "Oh, perfect. Eriks, can you please escort (Y/N) upstairs to the spare room? They will be staying with us overnight. Would you be alright with Mr. Wolfwood using the spare bed in your room?"

"Of course," came Vash's voice as he walked up next to you, looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. You felt your heart rate speed up, but you just nodded, no longer trusting your voice as you followed Eriks upstairs, yelling a "thank you!" over your shoulder to Grandma Sheryl.

However, once you and Vash were upstairs, Vash stopped outside a door before opening it, letting you walk in first. It wasn't the spare room that Grandma Sheryl had mentioned - instead, it was his room. Vash just shut the door gently behind him before turning to look at you, his heart pounding frantically in his chest.

"(Y/N)..." Vash began, his voice shaking as he tried to voice all his emotions, his thoughts, his fears, but the words didn't seem to want to come out.

Vash struggled, tears filling his eyes and his fists clenched tightly by his sides. There was so much he wanted to say to you, but now that you were here, he couldn't find a way to tell you. He couldn't find a way to tell you how much he missed you, how much he still loved you, how he had thought of you every single day, praying you were safe, wondering if you ever thought of him, how he wanted to fall onto his knees here in front of you and cry and beg for your forgiveness even though he didn't deserve it after hurting you the way he did.

A strangled, sobbing, gasping sound escaped Vash, and all he could do was lower his head - he didn't feel like he could even look at you anymore. It hurt too much, to see the hurt he had left in you in the way you stood, in your posture, the lines on your face, the lack of life in your eyes. And now, to see the wounds another had left on you because you had dared to protect somebody Vash held dear... it was as if Vash's heart had been torn out of his chest and stomped on over and over again.

The silence in the room, asides from Vash's quiet sobs, was deafening. Vash had faced many hardships in his life, and had faced many losses and heartbreaks, but nothing rivaled this. The fact that you stood there, saying nothing... every second that passed broke Vash's heart a little more as he felt you slipping from his grasp.

Which is why when you suddenly walked forward and practically tackled him into a hug, Vash didn't process it immediately. Your arms wrapped tightly around him, your face pressed against his skin as you held him tighter than you had ever done so before. Your whole body was shaking, and you couldn't believe that this was happening.

Vash was here. He was alive. And he was here.

Vash couldn't believe what was happening. You were... hugging him. You weren't yelling, or cussing him out, or telling him that you hated him and wanted nothing to do with him after everything he'd done to you. You were holding him as if... you still loved him.

"You're alive," You whispered hoarsely, your voice trembling as you clutched onto Vash as if he'd vanish for real the moment you loosened your grip, "You're alive."

When Vash heard your voice, heard your gentle, almost disbelieving tone, felt your body shaking as you held him, he realized that you really did still love him. Vash immediately wrapped his arms around you, clutching onto you just as you were clutching onto him, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his scruff tickling your skin. He tried so hard to restrain himself but Vash couldn't hold back his tears as he felt the warmth of you against him, inhaled your familiar scent, heard your voice for real rather than in his dreams.

"I'm alive," Vash sobbed out, tightening his grip on you, "And I'm so, so sorry, (Y/N). I-I just couldn't..."

Again, Vash's words failed him. He couldn't explain to you why he did what he did, but before he could even try, you were shaking your head, tears now pouring down your face but a shaky, genuine smile present on your lips.

"You did what you had to, Vash," You got out, "I know that. You did what you needed to survive."

Vash just began to cry harder as he held you tighter - he didn't get it. How could you be so understanding? He had hurt you, and now, you weren't even angry with him. But you were here, with him, holding him, and that was enough for Vash right now.

"I love you," Vash sobbed out, drawing back and pressing his forehead against yours, cupping your face in his hands, "I love you, (Y/N). I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Stop," You whispered out softly, closing your eyes as you returned the pressure against Vash's forehead, "Stop, Vash. It's okay. I love you. You're alive. God, I can't believe it. You're alive."

You couldn't be more thankful than you were in that moment - Vash was alive. He still loved you. He still wanted you and was here, holding you close. Somehow, all the pain and the suffering that had become your daily companion simply vanished, pure joy and happiness overtaking the space it had occupied in your heart. You couldn't have asked for anything else in your life than to get a second chance with the man you loved.

You and Vash just held each other, sobbing and crying and shaking as you both came to terms with the fact that you were both together again. It could've been hours, days, weeks before the two of you finally separated from your embrace and you wouldn't have cared.

"S-So... what now?" You sniffled, wiping away your tears as you looked up at Vash's tear-stained face.

"I... I don't know," Vash answered truthfully, his voice still thick with emotion, "Just, please don't go. I have no right to ask it of you, I know, but please, (Y/N), don't go."

You shook your head, fighting back another round of tears as you offered a wobbly smile, "I'm not going anywhere without you for as long as I live, Vash."

Vash let out a small chuckle and pulled you back into another hug, "I'm never going anywhere you can't follow me, (Y/N). I promise."

"I'll hold you to that," You replied shakily, burrowing into his embrace again, "You hear me, Stampede?"

Vash leans his head down with another quiet chuckle before pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, "I'd expect nothing less."

The long-awaited kiss set off fireworks in your blood, and both you and Vash managed to channel all your emotions through the kiss, showing one another how much you missed each other, how much you loved each other, how neither of you wanted anything but to stay in this moment for the rest of your lives. From this point forward, nothing else mattered. Vash had you back and Vash was alive, and you were together. It was just you and Vash in the world, and neither of you would trade this for anything.

"So... are we kicking Wolfwood to the spare room, Vash?"

"Oh, you know it. We have a lot of catching up to do, love."

Edit: Tagging people who asked to be tagged + those on my taglist! @aquamarine001, @alphamoon, @ready2readagain, @zukoisbabee (it didn't let me tag you for some reason I'm sorry!), @iceoblivious, @mossygalaxy, @spacioussoul, @ryuukami4

[strawberryys-stuff]

Neteyam x avatar!reader

part 3!

part 1 part 2

a/n: happy new year everybody! :D let's hope 2023 won't be that harsh

possible grammar mistakes

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When the setting sun vanished below the horizon, your bioluminescent dots began to glow alongside with the Pandoran living organism. They added a nice touch to the painted parts of your avatar and highlighted your sharp facial features a certain warrior couldn't avoid even if he tried his hardest. Neteyam was seated near the fire in a circle formed by the hunting squad he got entrusted with the leadership of in the Great hunt, recalling his successful kill, but his golden eyes would occasionally gaze at you. You were sitting sideways to the fire across from Kiri in your banshee costume, braiding Tuk's hair at her request to match your hairstyle.

"There you go," you pat the sides of her thighs and earn enthusiastic squeals in return. The little girl jumps into your arms with giggles and gives you a tight hug before she abandons you and her sister to show your precise work to her parents. "I feel like my muscles are about to fall off my bones," you squeeze your sore biceps and catch Kiri roll her eyes at your exaggeration. "No, I'm serious, they are about to come off."

"I braid hair all the time," Kiri shrugs her shoulders and takes a bite of her meal, sturmbeest meat. She points to her arms, her innocent smile changing into a teasing smirk, "And I still have mine." You reach out and push her shoulder playfully, making her laugh.

"It's not my fault you're literally the master of braiding hair," you gesture to your styled locks, receiving a groan from the author of the beautiful work that compliments your try to represent a banshee, different sizes of colorful feathers decorating your chest and head.

"Shut it," Kiri throws a piece of her food at you and chuckles at your offended frown, but her sparkling eyes settle down on a mesmerized boy behind you, her grin widening at the sight. "Come," she brushes her fingers against her thighs and untangles her legs to stand up, an insidious idea scratching the back of her mind.

"What?" you almost choke on your bite of harvesting fruit and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before Kiri manages to grip your arm and pull you up to your shoeless feet. "Hey! I was serious about the muscles!"

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With rings of blue-green light illuminating your heels, you continue to wander through the middle of the humongous forest where Kiri abandoned you without a warning, treasuring the sight of the emitting light surrounding you.

You cross a branch with a skip in your pace and count the number of rings your footsteps trigger on the bioluminescent moss. You lift your gaze when your toes land in the territory of Ultral Aymokriyä [Tree of Voices] and ponder. You are an avatar, a hybrid, with what the Na'vi consider as demon blood flowing through your veins. Can you step into an important spiritual site to the Omatikaya clan without their consent?

You trail your hand along the magenta roots with a hum and allow yourself to stroll further into the wonderland. Your fingertips continue to intensify their soft glow as your feet create more blue-green rings. The spots you stepped in are triggered off by another pair of shoeless feet, but much bigger than yours. You come to a stop somewhere in the middle of the site with an outstretched palm and a mesmerized golden gaze tracing your tight back muscles.

A woodsprite lands in the center of your palm and displays its breathtaking beauty to your curiosity. You have seen a woodsprite before and learned the meaning of it from Norm, who questioned your sudden interest in the seeds, but all you could say was that they decided to rest nearby and their elegant movements caught your eye.

"What are you doin'?" you stumble forward in fright, releasing the woodsprite. Neteyam chuckles at your wide-eyed expression and picks up the seed you dropped, wondering why it chose your palm to rest in. "Sorry."

You scoff and, for some unexplainable reason, dust yourself off, "Skxawng."

"First of all," Neteyam lets the woodsprite freely fall beside his tall muscular frame and approaches your cross-armed avatar with a sickly sweet smile. "Your accent is terrible," you roll your eyes and take a step back, feeling your quickening heartbeat in your dry throat. "And secondly, I would like my question to be answered."

He continues moving forward with a tiny smile decorating his slightly agape lips, his sharp fangs on display. You have always wondered how it must feel like having them run across your skin. You tend to play around with yours and test strength of multiple surfaces, for example, your own skin. You trace your teeth with your tongue as you take yet another step backwards, unintentionally striding into the depths of Ultral Aymokriyä [Tree of Voices].

"What was your question?" you inquire with raised brows, taking a notice of the incoming waterfall of woodsprite.

"What are you doing?" Neteyam repeats and leaps closer to you, seizing your forearms when he catches a glimpse of your stumbling feet.

His warm breath caresses your flushed cheeks as he pulls you into his personal bubble, popping yours in the process. His thumbs brush against your wrists and send an unpleasant shiver down your spine, making your lips tremble. That catches his eye and forces a teasing smirk onto his blushing face.

"I am waiting."

"I was abandoned by Kiri nearby and--"

Your explanation is interrupted by Neteyam. The words you wanted to say disappear on the tip of your tongue when his is dragged along his bottom lip. His hands travel higher on your arms and leave a trail of electricity behind.

"And?"

A beautiful white seed lands on top of his flat nose and his big golden eyes rush to inspect it. You free your wrist from his grip and reach out to his face. The woodsprite exchanges its resting spot and settles down on your fingernail.

"Woah," you glance up at the staring boy and narrow your eyes at his awestruck expression. "You are covered in atokirina' [woodsprites]," Neteyam gestures towards your unmoving figure.

"So are you," you release the white seed on your finger and watch the rest float away from you and a speechless Neteyam.

Only one of you understood the meaning of the woodsprites' visit, and it definitely wasn't you.

"Are you alright?" You wave your hands in front of Neteyam's emotionless face, completely clueless. His eyes lock on you and reveal unfamiliar flame to you, making you gulp. "Nete?"

The firstborn captures your darkening cheeks in his rough hands and pulls you closer despite your objections, his lips ghosting over yours. "Did Norm ever tell you about the atokirina'?" you shake your head, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. "It's a sign," he massages your skin with his thumbs. "From Eywa."

"What?" you exhale and place your trembling hands on top of his, searching for any signs of teasing in his tender gaze. "Are playing with me? Neteyam--"

He silences your inquiry by pressing his soft lips on yours, feeling you flinch underneath his sweaty palms. His fingertips travel to the nape of your neck where one of his hands stays whilst the other settles down on your side. You lean forward and deepen the kiss, letting Neteyam pull you towards the bioluminescent moss.

"Wait--" you back away from him and support yourself on your elbows, raven locks falling in front of your eyes. "You can't just kiss me out of the blue," you comment and earn a chuckle in return. "No, I'm serious. You just told me that Eywa gave us a sign, what do you mean--"

"Shut up," he mutters into your mouth and flips you over. "Just.. shut up."

[mannatea]

All or Nothing, a Fire Emblem 7 fanfic

Words: 1,499 words Summary: Ostia is going to war. Pairing/Character: Oswin/Serra with mention of Hector/Florina and other characters. Extra Info: This was originally posted on January 18th, 2012 as “practice writing” and was 855 words long. Warnings: Mention of character death and the death of children. Rating: T Genre: Angst, romance

Thank you to @trash-god for the beta work again. MWAH!

Notes:

This story ranked #2 in the last “What should I rewrite?” poll, so after rewriting the winning story, I decided this one deserved its time in the sun.

Also, @serrafew took the time to comment on that poll to say they were rooting for this story, and that blew my mind, so this rewrite is for them (sorry, I don’t know what your AO3 username is to dedicate it properly)! What’s truly wild is that, even though they said they’d been searching for Serra/Oswin fic for years, it didn’t really click for me until I went to AO3 to check: there are literally zero ‘fics on AO3 for this couple. I thought they were just saying they were hoping to see new stuff for the first time in ages—not telling me that there just wasn’t anything at all! ☹

Then again, considering Sain/Fiora only has five stories in the tag on AO3, I shouldn’t be surprised.

The original version of this story garnered 7 whole reviews, which may not sound like a lot, but even in 2012 it was an unprecedentedly high number—especially for an uncommon ship. I tried to keep all of the original comments in mind when rewriting this.

Per the comments: Serra was very convincing and in character and the reality of the post-war world was excellent (some didn’t make it, communication failed), but the story needed a little more fleshing out emotionally to feel complete, and there were a couple of expository lines of dialogue that needed to go.

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As you can imagine, the original story was pretty bare bones and so in this rewrite I (once again) crafted a whole backstory for these characters and the life that they’ve been living since the war. It worked so well for “Waiting for the Rain” that doing the same thing here just felt natural.

The two biggest changes in this rewrite were:

There was a headhop from Oswin into Serra’s head right in the middle of the original story. This was intentionally done but made me feel batty on a reread (even though it did read as well-placed), so I switched the whole story into Oswin’s perspective.

The end of the story was originally Serra’s “Whatever would you and Lord Hector do without me?” line. A lot of reviewers mentioned how much they liked it so it felt bad to change, but the story changed too much to keep it in its original form. Instead, when Serra says this line it’s more subdued (almost a rhetorical question) and she follows it up with a question that helps echo the title of this story: “You know I will give it my all, don’t you?”

The original story felt a little meaningless from Oswin’s perspective; it was like he was there to deliver the bad news and listen to Serra be sad about how much she specifically has lost (and then we see that she just can’t take being left behind again and tells him how it’s going to be). While the foundation of their relationship felt pretty solid, and I love Serra-taking-charge in general, I knew I could do better in a rewrite by simply ensuring that one of the losses was something they ended up grieving together.

It's hard for me to explain what I think this added to the story, but I hope it made Oswin feel more compassionate and real, and that it made Serra and Oswin feel closer and more united. He understands some of her grief intimately and all the rest of it he witnessed in real time; he knows her parents abandoned her; he knows how she feels about being left behind and how she worries and this is what compels him to allow her to join him on the battlefield again.

Due to the backstory I concocted, I had the same problem I had with “Waiting for the Rain”: there were a few things I wanted to add to this story that I couldn’t find room for, and it was especially disappointing to not be able to find space to talk more about the loss of the children and how Serra and Oswin must have grieved (separately and together) or about the fact that Oswin should very well have been able to retire comfortably soon (at his age).

Alas.

The real tragedy here is in knowing the turn the war takes. Even if the two of them don’t die, we know they will be forced to grieve again soon.

[ladykatibeth]

Why Guillermo Turning Back Human Was An Awful Writing Choice, A Meta

So here’s the thing, for a “what you want isn’t what you need” plot to make sense and improve a story, it has to do one of two things

1. Convincingly establish that the want and the need are mutually exclusive or

2. That the need is more beneficial to certain goals (especially emotional fulfillment ones) than the want.

It also has to establish that the need hasn’t already been met somewhere else, and that the reasoning behind discarding the want makes sense.

What does/has Guillermo wanted? His main 13 year goal, vampirism. He worked unpaid for years, got people killed, dealt with disrespect and completely fucked up his sleeping schedule to achieve this.

There’s a few things I think of that Guillermo could reasonably be said to need based on the show so far:

1. A community/family outside of his biological one

2. Respect from the Vampires, especially Nandor

3. To explore/get in touch with himself/his roots

4. Stay in touch with bio family

5. Gain confidence

6. Deal with his repression

7. Experience human things he may have been missing out on due to his chosen profession

8. Expanded social network

9. Maybe resolve his Nandor feelings?

Unfortunately none of these meet the requirements, they have all already been achieved or aren’t mutually exclusive.

Guillermo has in his own words two families, he has achieved this, as far back as season three he’s using his position in the family to get political favors but still a little excluded….(Note: The vampires assume Guillermo will be around, it’s The Guide who makes him go to the closet, and that lasts like…an episode?)

By 4 he’s included in the 5 person co-parenting of Colin Robinson, gets his own space in the home improvement show, is Nandor’s literal best man, helps Nandor negotiate wishes, is employed in finance at the nightclub….

(Note: Guillermo taking on a care taking role still is not something that’s exclusive with being in a family, in his own words he takes care of people he considers family just as a matter of who he is)

So….not unfulfilled. Also knocks off 2, in S4 he’s included in everything, he’s fairly respected he’s fairly confident (more on this later) even if one made the argument that he needs to have this achieved /as himself/ first…he has. As his regular human self. It wouldn’t be less as a vampire. It fulfills neither 1 or 2 or 3 for this plot.

Okay so…3 and 5 go together. Guillermo needs to connect with himself as a badass slayer, gotten some power not necessitated by being . a vampire, and gain some confidence, be more willing to stick up for him—

……..

*Looks at all of S2 and S3* hmmmm

So Guillermo up until now has killed hundreds of vampires, extremely well, become super badass, beat Nandor in 2 fights, figured out how to balance his inherited vampire murder instincts and his love of vampires….well…seems like a success. He’s a badass vampire slayer. He’s connected with his background.

He feels comfortable making fun of and criticizing the vampires (the perfect FUCKING wedding, so she’s your number 2…., his “is that necessary” about Nandor and Laszlos tmi details, bickers with Nadja about her need for a golden toilet…) he’s got confidence. He can stick up for himself. So 3 and 5…..not relevant.

Get respect from Nandor.

Nandor calls him a badass slayer multiple times. He calls him a warrior, let’s Guillermo bicker at him, respects his advice (see Nandor and Guillermo negotiating with the Djinn) makes him his best man, calls Guillermo his closest companion…..as a familiar…

Sure there’s Freddie…but honestly I don’t think Nandor wouldn’t also do that to a vampire. Nandor is in general…a huge bitch (Queen bitch ha)

Which brings me to 6 and 9

Since we’ve already seen Guillermo be respected by Nandor as a human and we know Nandor dates human women regularly there’s no issue with him being in a relationship with Guillermo when he’s a vampire. It wouldn’t imply it’s necessary for him to be a vampire to date, because of the background info we know. Him resolving his feelings is species neutral.

Same with dealing with his repression, he doesn’t need to be a human or vampire to do that.

So maybe it’s the human things he missed out on which as far as I can think might be…sunlight? And going on dates…

He goes on dates with his boyfriend Freddie during the day, very normal and human…he enjoys it! That must be it!

His long distance English boyfriend. Who he doesn’t need to commit much to. Then when he’s upset with Nandor for the whole two Freddie’s thing…it’s about Nandor and Guillermo. Not Freddie and Guillermo.

Guillermo’s upset, but not enough to hold a long term grudge. He seems to mostly care about experiencing mundanity….as a concept not a practice

He quickly goes back to the uze, aside from food and the sun (which he’s already sacrificing somewhat (food quality and day time) but still experiencing while he’s been working. Anything else can be done at night. As a vampire.

His family…Well Guillermo’s mother calmly let Nandor look at his baby photos, a vampire she has no personal connection to, and was quickly waved off from talking to Guillermo. Nothing implies this will be the line. Guillermo keeps himself from killing his vampiric loved ones on the regular.

So 4 and 7 cleared.

Expanded social network….the witches, Derek, Jenna, also if Laszlo from the 18th century can make human friends there’s no reason a vampire Guillermo has to stop.

None of these things are mutually exclusive with being a vampire, he’s already achieved all the emotional fulfillment things as a human familiar…the needs are met.

Okay so…..

What does it make sense for Guillermo to want? To really think about as a human?

Family? Check for bio and vamp. New career options? He can do that as a vampire and I don’t see the show going in that direction. Nandor? He can do that as a vampire. Respect? Gained. Power? Gained. Confidence? Gained.

What can Guillermo being a human still add to the narrative…

Oh we can see human Guillermo with newfound respect and confidence being part of the family!

Wait we’ve already seen that, in season 4! Multiple times! That’s just a repeat of 4!

Guillermo as a full vampire?

What does this add?

Well….

How does he handle his new powers? We get to see Nandor guiding Guillermo through his new experiences (cute). How does he handle his family? Does he hide it? Is he comically bad at it? Do they get a new familiar? How does he handle that? Is he more lenient? Does he think they need to earn it like he did?

How does Nandor adjust to vampire Guillermo? How does Guillermo adjust to not the sunlight and food restrictions? Oooh we’d get to see him learn how to hunt….What about technically being a member of the same species now, but one that’s still very very young in comparison?

It adds a lot. Questions and concepts. You want a narrative that adds interest. That’s why this route was the worst to take.

It didn’t leave new room to facilitate character growth that wasn’t already there in season 3 and 4. The reasoning for hesitation doesn’t make sense based on Guillermo’s character. He spent 13 years doing murder and murder adjacent things.

(And seriously if I was one of Guillermo’s victims I’d hate him so much more if I found out he was 100% fine with feeding me to his friends but it wasn’t even to become a vampire,I died for, I guess, nothing)

It’s the same concept as previously, it actively stifles concept exploration….its not about Guillermo having to get what he wants, its just bad for the story! It’s a poor use of this trope.

It doesn’t make it more interesting. There’s so much humor possibilities for human Guillermo too. It wasn’t a necessary reset.

It wasn’t even necessary to show nandermo as possible, Nandor has always loved Guillermo in the show, he put in the time to make him glitter art! In S1 E1! Plus this ships is at its best when it’s a little mutually toxic! Mutually! Key word!

It’s just…….it adds nothing. The worst thing a writer can do.

[potatoesandsunshine]

Hello! For the fic ask, this passage from and you can use my skin to bury secrets in:

Coruscant is so crowded, so bewildering and asocial and unfamiliar, that Tay welcomes the flashes of jealousy in Perrin’s face when he’s talking to Mon and the raw vulnerability when he’s speaking to her alone. Off of Chandrila, Tay is unanchored from his usual responsibilities—and what he is getting into now dwarfs them all, besides. His normal concerns suddenly seem much smaller.

   So he is not as cautious as he ought to be, and when Perrin sends the invitation Tay goes with him to his tailor, to stand on a small platform and be measured by brusque, professional assistants who disappear into the workroom with the tailor himself. 

   They emerge with a set of robes in brown and blue, a few shades off of the colors of the Fertha crest—Perrin’s colors, but reversed. The brown is the inner lining, and the blue faces the world. Tay is at once looking at a man in pale blue, atop neutral Chandrilan ivory. He almost never wears blue. He looks like a stranger.

   Perrin stands behind him, smoothing proprietary hands across Tay's shoulders, ostensibly to make sure the robe is hanging correctly.

   "It suits you," he murmurs, breath hot on the back of Tay's neck—and it is a bit of an oddity to be seduced so effectively. When they were children Perrin was driven and proud and never would've lowered himself so, save the momentary insanity of the wedding. He would’ve seen himself as the one to be seduced, the prize. And now here he is, close enough that Tay imagines he can feel the heat of him through all four layers of robes, and there's a spark in his voice that Tay had thought long burnt-out.

   The assistants and the tailor are gone, having left so discreetly Tay never noticed it happening, and he wonders how many other people Perrin has brought here and put on this plinth.

   Coruscant is so, so cold. 

   Perrin hates him, or is at least madly jealous, but Tay catches a flicker like fire in his eyes, catching him in the mirror. And it feels so good to be caught by someone, to be wriggling on the hook and reeled in, after weeks buried beneath numbers and calculations and banking code that is all balancing out to mean Mon is ruined, unless she is willing to do something terrible. 

   The realization is colder than Midwinter, every time, failure freezing him no matter how he tries to find a different solution.

   “Hey,” Perrin rasps, horrifically intimate, striking in its informality, “eyes on me.”

   And Tay is back in the tailor’s with warm hands on his shoulders again, grounding him in the moment. Perrin slides one across his back, coming to caress the back of his neck, and Tay nearly keens at the relief of it. Perhaps he has not quite left that houndlike instinct in the past. 

   Perrin squeezes, barely, clasping him like Tay belongs to him for just one moment.

   It is easy to want him. Coruscant feels perilously far from Chandrila, the Kolma estate and his family there fading into a distant dream. Tay's children are grown and his marriage is far easier than Perrin and Mon's; they keep separate houses and work with their respective causes and see each other perhaps four times a year, for the holy days. 

   Here on Coruscant, with his heart aching for the soft lavenders of the sunset sky at home, none of the rest of the galaxy feels real.

   “Look at you,” Perrin laughs, meaning, I see you.

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Thank you again for introducing the Mon/Tay/Perrin ship to this fandom, I adore it.

thank you so much!!!!!!! literally nothing makes me as crazy as mon/tay/perrin. first, the general philosophy that guided me to this point: 1) it is always fun to make characters more complicated 2) it is always fun to make situations worse for everyone involved. that is the core appeal of mon/tay/perrin to me. i know what was happening in the party scene, okay? i know what i was meant to get from it. but i watched it so many times that this took root in my brain and i do not want to pull it out. i only want to spread it. like weird sexy mold.

Coruscant is so crowded, so bewildering and asocial and unfamiliar, that Tay welcomes the flashes of jealousy in Perrin’s face when he’s talking to Mon and the raw vulnerability when he’s speaking to her alone.

this is tay’s pov, but i still think i managed to convey it pretty well. it’s like this: perrin wants tay because he wants to pull him down into the dirt with the rest of them, mon wants tay because she wants a shining ideal to believe in/savior to pull her out of the muck, and they both think he’s very attractive in general. tay is suffering from ‘being on coruscant’ sickness, which induces things like Making The Stupidest Possible Choices and Unreasonable Things Suddenly Seem Reasonable. he doesn’t think he’s hungry in the way mon and perrin both know they are—but he’s wrong about that, because he’s starving, he’s just not used to being this kind of animal.

Off of Chandrila, Tay is unanchored from his usual responsibilities—and what he is getting into now dwarfs them all, besides. His normal concerns suddenly seem much smaller.

tay seems like a guy who has a whole life back home, but i think one of the things that dooms mon/perrin is their forced proximity. it’s sooo much harder to be married to someone you hate when you can’t just go to the summer estate on the other side of the planet. this is also a real ‘fuck it, it’s fine’ moment for tay.

So he is not as cautious as he ought to be, and when Perrin sends the invitation Tay goes with him to his tailor, to stand on a small platform and be measured by brusque, professional assistants who disappear into the workroom with the tailor himself.

he knows exactly what he’s getting himself into with this, he just hasn’t admitted that to the audience or himself yet. 

They emerge with a set of robes in brown and blue, a few shades off of the colors of the Fertha crest—Perrin’s colors, but reversed. The brown is the inner lining, and the blue faces the world. Tay is at once looking at a man in pale blue, atop neutral Chandrilan ivory. He almost never wears blue. He looks like a stranger.

on one hand, plant a flag on the man, it’d be subtler than this. perrin is showing off! if mon sees tay in this, it’s a poke in her eye. it’s also a moment of ‘everything familiar is turned a little sideways, even your reflection’ for tay—and again, this whole fic is about things turning over until a very bad idea seems like a valid course of action.

Perrin stands behind him, smoothing proprietary hands across Tay's shoulders, ostensibly to make sure the robe is hanging correctly.

from the paper notes: DRESSING = INTIMACY. HOT. PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME. PUT YOUR COLORS ON ME. MINE MINE MINE.

"It suits you," he murmurs ... and there's a spark in his voice that Tay had thought long burnt-out.

this is a practiced maneuver, but perrin does feel something for tay. it’s very ‘you’re not like the others’ of him, but it’s there—a slice of real, genuine emotion is a rarity in his life, even if the emotions are bad. i do think perrin is the worst. i like that about him.

The assistants and the tailor are gone, having left so discreetly Tay never noticed it happening, and he wonders how many other people Perrin has brought here and put on this plinth.

more than three but less than ten

And it feels so good to be caught by someone, to be wriggling on the hook and reeled in, after weeks buried beneath numbers and calculations and banking code that is all balancing out to mean Mon is ruined, unless she is willing to do something terrible.

mon wants tay to catch her hand and pull her up, tay is experiencing the pleasure of someone else pulling him. i also wanted to show how much despair tay feels about the financials; he spends this whole story trying to convince everyone he doesn’t want to be the gallant knight, when that’s what he wants more than anything. but he can’t do that, and here perrin is, offering him something he can do.

“Hey,” Perrin rasps, horrifically intimate, striking in its informality, “look at me.”

mon mothma cannot say ‘hey’. i don’t know why that’s a rule in my head for her but it is. perrin can! he gets to bring tay out in public and dress him up and do whatever he likes, because his reputation is already what it is—this was a huge advantage in the early mon/perrin fights about this, but once he realized he wanted tay to like him after they were done, the two of them had to work together. nothing in this fic happens between two characters without me thinking about the third one too.

Perhaps he has not quite left that houndlike instinct in the past. / Perrin squeezes, barely, clasping him like Tay belongs to him for just one moment.

YOU’RE AN ANGEL I’M A DOG OR YOU’RE A DOG AND I’M YOUR MAN

Here on Coruscant, with his heart aching for the soft lavenders of the sunset sky at home, none of the rest of the galaxy feels real.

fun moment to say that my personal headcanon about coruscant is that it’s just absolutely riddled with dark side radiation or something. something something the crushing weight of suffering/standing in the eye of the hurricane but the people in it with you are controlling the hurricane and making it worse on purpose/empire evil, get unglued from everything you are in the face of it. i don’t really care about the hypothetical mechanics of this. it is true to me.

“Look at you,” Perrin laughs, meaning, I see you.

what if you felt like you weren’t real and someone looked at you and saw you. wouldn’t you love them a little bit just for that.

WHEW sorry this was so long, i wasn’t joking when i said nothing makes my brain itch like these three. i’ve got an idea for a perrin pov in the works but it’ll probably be a while before that sees daylight. he sucks. i like that he sucks. something something familiarity and marriage and fifteen years of knowing each other something something i hate you so much it wraps back around sometimes.

[mareastrorum]

WIP Wednesday: TF&TS (The Plan)

Here is a scene from chapter 1 of a longfic I am working on.

Fanfic Summary: Mollymauk Tealeaf survived the encounter with the Iron Shepherds, but a short time later, a spirit had begun hunting him, claiming that he stole his body. This Campaign 2 AU begins with Episode 26 and continues on from there.

This fanfic will be posted on AO3 starting in June or July.

Caleb Widogast was having fourth thoughts about recruiting Otis. He had his second thoughts immediately upon seeing them in that tavern in Shadycreek Run, and then had third thoughts upon recruiting Caduceus Clay and overhearing Otis’s strange opinions about the Blooming Grove.

Each time, Caleb had reasoned that the Mighty Nein could use all the help they could get. He could not be picky, especially considering that Otis was already familiar with the Savalirwood and the Sour Nest. They had even sketched out a reasonably intelligible map of the grounds and the building—apparently, it had been a former Jagentoth manor, then was converted to a hideout for the Iron Shepherds after an “untimely” death in the family.

Unfortunately, the Nein had briefly stopped by to discover that there were more than double the earlier number of guards. That was when Otis had suggested a plan: lure a monster out of the Savalirwood to the Sour Nest. And as terrible as that sounded, none of the Nein had a better idea for dealing with quite so many guards without tipping the Iron Shepherds off that they were there to rescue the others.

Thus, Caleb and Beau were following Otis through the Savalirwood to a supposed monster lair of a “bone bear” they were sure they could lure to the Sour Nest. Otis had not explained how the group was to accomplish this, but, well…

“Trust me, trust me, it’ll be awesome,” Otis snickered as they led through a surprisingly quick path through the overgrown wood. Was it that Otis had traveled this way before, or were they that familiar with how the corrupted trees grew in the area? At this point, Caleb’s fourth thoughts had been going on so long that they may as well be the fifth, too.

“Listen, uh, Otis,” Beau grumbled as she deftly maneuvered through the roots, though Caleb was having trouble following. “How are we gonna get this thing back there?”

“You said you’re fast!” Otis barked. “So I’m gonna ride on your shoulders shooting at it to piss it off, and you’re gonna run back to lead it. And the wizard’s gonna stay outta sight and slow it, ‘cause it’s gonna be quick.”

Beau made a half-grimace half-scowl of disapproval, but she turned and nodded her head at Caleb to speak in her stead. At least she was trying to be civil—rather, trying to avoid hostility.

“Ah, excuse me—you want Beauregard to lure it and I will follow behind it?” Caleb stumbled, both figuratively and literally as his foot caught on a root while he was distracted. “Ow.”

“Safest place, really, really,” Otis replied excitedly. “Those bears get fixed on whatever they’re chasin’, and anythin’ else nearby is gonna get outta the way. It’ll clear all the dense brush, too, so even if you fall behind, it’ll be fuckin’ easy to get back. All we gotta do is make sure I piss it off the most and Beau doesn’t drop me, and we’re good!”

Caleb felt a bit of awe at the courage of this halfling so willing to risk their own life to anger a bear made of bones and to trust a human they met only hours earlier to carry them to safety all in the name of rescuing an old friend that was supposed to be dead… but mostly it was sheer exasperation that they had found someone more foolhardy than Mollymauk. Beauregard looked back at Caleb with her are we really doing this? face. He could only sigh and nod in reply.

They continued another thirty-six minutes of slow, careful hiking with only the noise of the woods. Creaking trees, rustling leaves, distant howls and growls. Otis paused in place once they heard snarling close by, then stifled their laughing completely and quietly continued forward. So, the halfling could be silent after all.

Moonlight broke through the clouds and trees ahead into a small clearing. The trio carefully made their way behind a large tree just at the edge and peeked around the brush.

Judging by the stray pieces of bone and fur scattered about, it indeed seemed like a bear with bones grown around its fur had once made its den in the hollowed out tree at the other end of the small glade. Small piles of clean bones to either side of the entrance bolstered that theory.

But there were five large wolves (dire wolves perhaps?) gathered around a mass of meat, snarling loudly as they ate, a few fighting over whatever particularly appetizing section they felt was theirs. They ripped through the bony flesh easily, massive jaws crunching their meal with vigor as they devoured a bear that must have been taller than the firbolgs left behind at the Sour Nest.

No. Their faces, their tongues, their ears, their legs, their torsos were too long. Far too long. Each body extended several dozen feet, weaving around the others like snakes…

No, they all connected to a single set of rear legs.

It was one wolf beast with five torsos. Five heads. Five mouths.

Caleb forced himself to swallow and take a breath once he realized he had stopped breathing, then very slowly moved his entire body behind the tree. Beau and Otis soon followed.

Gods, they needed to get out of there. Now.

“So, uh… I guess I forgot to check the moon,” Otis chuckled maniacally under their breath. “It, uh, it wanders pretty far south this time in the cycle. Uh, uh, well— heheheheh, this might work, too. Listen, that thing doesn’t move through thick woods too great, so if we stick to the rough terrain, it’ll be way slower.”

“You want to lure that?” Beau hissed in a whisper. “That? What the fuck is that?”

“That’s the Wolf-King,” Otis replied blithely. “It’s got a pretty big territory, so it kinda works its way through the wood dependin’ on the moon. It doesn’t stay long though, it eats and then leaves, so this might work better, ‘cause once it’s done eatin’ whatever it can see, it’ll fuckin’ run.”

“How certain are you?” Caleb questioned, sounding far more calm than he felt. While the Wolf-King looked like it would take care of the guards, it would do the Nein no good to lure a monster that would lay claim to the Sour Nest as its own den.

“For sure, for sure,” Otis answered as they nodded. “Been in these woods for years, and the Uttolots have been after that thing for just as long. Jagoda had maps and notes about it that, uh, happened to get lost when the Trebain family wanted to settle a grudge.” Otis grinned wide. “It’ll eat whatever’s in sight, but as soon as it loses track of somethin’, it’ll run off huntin’ for somethin’ else. It’s got five brains, so it never waits for anythin’ to come outta hidin’ ‘cause all it takes is for a buncha them get distracted to drag the rest away. So, worst case: we run into the Nest and get out of reach. Or on top, ‘cause it’s shit at climbin’.”

“You actually think we can outrun that?” Beau pressed skeptically.

Caleb was not sure what prompted the switch in tone and demeanor, but Otis narrowed their eyes at Beau, then grinned wickedly.

“Lucien does this sorta shit all the time,” Otis sassed. “Hells, he’s the one that came up with this plan for fuckin’ with the Jagentoths. You’re faster than him, right? Right?”

Beau glared indignantly as she clenched her jaw, then huffed, “How fast is it?”

“Pretty fast, yeah, yeah, but it gets caught on stuff easy, so if it gets close, you just gotta run through some tight spaces and it’ll hafta slow down,” Otis chuckled deviously.

As obvious as that manipulation was, Caleb could not help but think that it was for the best. This was probably the stupidest idea they could have gone for, but with his adrenaline already pumping and knowing what the Shepherds were up to back at the Nest—no, they could not wait, and they could not return empty-handed. If Beauregard was confident in her ability to traverse the forest, he would trust that. It was a calculated risk. One they could manage.

He just wasn’t sure how Otis had known that would persuade Beauregard.

“I can still slow it,” Caleb between long, steady breaths. “Just be careful, Beauregard.”

Beau met Caleb’s eyes, and while they seemed to be equally reticent, they both nodded. If anyone could get away from that monstrosity, it was her. And if she had to, she could just shove Otis off and flee. Beau might not be as ruthless as Fjord or himself, but Caleb was confident she would do what was necessary to get out of this.

Or perhaps that was Bren shining through in a dark moment and expecting Beau to become just as heartless.

No matter. They were in dire straights, and softness was not going to rescue the others. Caleb could feel guilty about it later. For now, they needed to lure a monster.

“Shit at climbing, you said?” Beau asked as she looked up at the tree behind her.

“Yeah, yeah,” Otis confirmed.

“Caleb, c’mon,” Beau said as she readied her hands as a foothold on her knee. Caleb frowned, but clambered up with her help onto the lowest branch, about eight feet up. He only barely managed to lift himself up after readjusting onto her shoulders. There was no doubt he would have a graceless leap down, but it would keep him out of sight when the Wolf-King ran past. By the time Caleb had adjusted for a good vantage point to cast—practically laying on his stomach along the branch—Beau had already lifted Otis onto her shoulders, and Otis had readied their crossbow.

“Ready,” Caleb wheezed unenthusiastically as he pulled molasses from his pocket, the thick tree bark nudging his ribs uncomfortably, even through his coat.

“Ready,” Beau agreed as she shifted to the edge of the tree.

“This is gonna be awesome,” Otis snickered again.

Caleb could not see the glade from this angle, but once Beau stepped out from cover, Otis aimed and fired their crossbow, then rapidly shot three sickly green beams of energy into the open space. (Was that like Fjord’s eldritch blast?) Overlapping howls and snarls rang out before barking and loud scrambling joined the cacophony.

“RUN!” Otis screeched as Beau dashed through the brush back toward the Nest. They nearly fell, but Beau had a solid grip on their feet as she fled.

Only a few seconds later, each of the Wolf-King’s torsos lunged through the same space after the two, practically tearing all the brush asunder as it passed. One torso caught onto a smaller trunk and whined as the others dragged it back across the rough bark and it struggled to catch up.

Caleb quietly muttered his Slow spell as he smeared the molasses across his cheek, and the entire monster suddenly began to move at half speed. While he did not hear anymore crossbow shots over the ongoing din from the Wolf-King, he spotted more green energy blasts smack the monster across two faces, a third flying past harmlessly, and the beast seemed to lurch forward unwillingly into several trees. It raged as it recovered and continued after them.

Even with the spell, the chase rushed into the woods within seconds, leaving Caleb alone and heaving in fear as the forest went quiet.

“Scheiße,” Caleb cursed as he clumsily dropped to the ground, stumbling and scraping his knees in the fall, and then started jogging after the chaos. At this point, he was probably on his sixth or seventh thoughts, but at least it would keep the panic at bay. “Iiiiii’ll be right behind you— oh gods, this was a stupid idea.”

Although he was not a religious man, Caleb could not help but feel at the pocket with his symbol of the Arch Heart and mutter a quick plea that the gods would at least protect his friends.

[miekasa]

mie….could we please get college au eren headcanons👉🏽👈🏽

Of course. I’m always thinking about his big head anyway <33 might as well put it good use.

One thing he learned in college is how to make his hyperfocus/fixation episodes work for him; that’s why he schedules all his classes as close together as possible. He’d rather have class back to back for 5 hours, than have it spread out with hours in between lectures, because that increases his changes of cutting.

You can always tell when he’s in class and/or what class he’s in by how much he responds to your messages. If he doesn’t text back at all, he’s in a class that hard or one he enjoys, or both. But if he’s sending you iMessage games, then you know he’s in his elective that he couldn’t care else about (and is probably cheating in someway somehow lmfao). 

He usually puts his phone on dnd when he’s in a class that’s important, but you’re in his favorite contacts, so your messages always ring through. What if it’s an emergency and you need him for something? Advanced Roots of Human Biology can wait. 

Some days there are one or two our breaks between his lectures, that’s just how the scheduling works out. When that happens, he usually sneaks into one of your lectures, or goes to your place to take a nap. Your roommates have become accustomed to him, honestly they’ve been considering giving him a key. 

Once, he didn’t realize that your lecture was basically a seminar, with you, the prof and maybe six other students. He still stayed lmao, and the prof was so amazed by his dedication, that she didn’t even mind. Occasionally, you’ll catch the two of them talking after lecture. It’s pretty cute the way she’s adopted him into the class even tho he’s not on the roster. 

You... have to show him where the library is lmfao. He genuinely has not stepped foot in one until you bring him to one. He likes it tho lmao once he gets used to it. 

Speaking of which, do not give him standard directions to find your classes on campus because all you’ll get is, “Babe, I’m gonna keep it real with you, I’ve never heard of the ‘West Quad’ a day in my life. What building are you near.”

He usually comes to see you in the library after all his lectures are done for the day. Sometimes he does homework, sometimes he’s just fucking around on his computer, sometimes he’s just bothering you. When you have to leave to go to class, he stays behind to watch your stuff so you don’t have to pack everything up and come back. 

Very protective when it comes to keeping your seat for you. No, you cannot take that chair to your table you good for nothing freshman; it’s reserved for you. 

He’ll drag you out of the library if you’ve been cooped up all day, tho. Eren will use his height and his strength against you to get you up. Placates you with kisses when he sees your angry expression, and promises to buy you food.

He takes your backpack for you when you’re walking together,m. His backpack is frustratingly light all the time, even during midterms. You swear all he’s got in there is a pencil and some flashcards. 

If you have night classes, he sticks around to walk you home after, especially in the winter when it gets dark faster. If he’s not already on campus, he’ll walk/drive back to meet you; he just doesn’t like you going home alone. Even if your friend/roommate is in the class with you, Eren will walk or drive the both of you home for his own sanity. 

He plays sports, so he usually has practice most evenings, but he’ll find a way to make time. If practice was particularly brutal, he’ll probably crash at your place.

He loves it when you come to meet him after practice. His whole face lights up and he waves obnoxiously, before he gathers up his stuff and all but sprints towards you. You get a cold water bottle to the face, or a bit of water splashed on you usually, which he takes immense amusement in. 

He knows it’s not possible for you to make it to all of his games, and usually it doesn’t bother him much; you’ve got your own life, and work to worry about. All he asks is that you wear his jersey, or any item of his sports apparel/merch on game day (he’s partial to hoodies).

By the time junior year rolls around, he’s not all that interested in attending parties that aren’t hosted by your friends; so, unless it’s at Connie, Jean, or Reiner and Bertholdt’s place, Eren will usually decline. Even team parties, he’s not crazy about unless it’s to celebrate a championship or something. He’d much rather celebrate with you. 

He does get excited about hosting parties though, and he and Jean become pretty damn good co-hosts. They don’t throw ragers, and that’s probably why Eren likes it so much. It’s usually your friend group and a couple plus ones, some good music, games, weed, and take-out. 

He’ll buy you coffee whenever you ask for it. The first time, he just orders something plain, not really knowing the difference between anything; but give it two or three tries, and he’ll get it perfect. He becomes so good that he can order you something new/different and you’ll love it. 

That’s kind of the start of his own coffee addiction, and more often than not, when he buys you a cup, he’s on his second or third of the day himself. The flavor has really grown on him, okay. 

He much prefers your apartment, but on occasion, he’ll ask you to come to his. You’ve been studying for so long, a change of environment should do you good, he claims. He’s a fucking liar tho because that’s all Eren Talk for “I do genuinely want you to come over, but my plans are to coerce you out of doing your assignments and doing me instead.”

Lmfao he adds you on Apple Watch Rings just so you can see him close his rings every day and laugh at you. Even if yours get closed by virtue of walking around campus or working out or whatever, his numbers are stupidly high because he fucking has practice at least 4 days of the week. 

Of course when you’re running on a soccer field for 2 hours every day, you close your Move Ring five times, Eren. Leave the rest of us alone. 

He buys you guys matching accessories for your keychains. It’s something pretty cute, and slightly random, but it reminded him of you. It also serves as a reminder to himself to take his fucking keys with him when he leaves his house. 

He sleeps like a fucking rock, so do not let him fall asleep in the library. Waking him up is a mission, and he’s never happy to be woken up. He looks kinda cute tho. 

He schedules dates for you and his friends. Usually by accident, but hear me out. Sometimes he’ll make plans with Armin, then forget that he has class or a test or something; so his solution is to text you, “hey, i forgot min and i were supposed to go some aquarium tomorrow but i have a midterm so here’s the pdf of my ticket, go with him for me, thanks babe love u” then, boop, you and Armin have an aquarium date Friday evening. 

The same thing happens with Mikasa, though, she usually catches the scheduling conflict before Eren does, and invites you out herself. You and Mikasa hang out quite a bit anyway, so it comes to the point where she tells you when she’s gonna hang out with Eren, so you can make yourself free for when he inevitably remember he has a game that day. 

Mikasa is most amazed that you’ve put up with Eren this long lmao. You’ve certainly lessened her Eren & Armin babysitting hours, and for that she’s eternally grateful. Also, she’s just happy to have another close friend. She loves Eren and Armin, but they’re not the most social beings, and she was literally their only friend besides the other for all their childhood PLEASE she’s so happy you’re around. 

It’s Mikasa, however, who babysits you and Eren whenever you both get too drunk. Says you guys are two peas in a pod (affectionate<2)

If you tell Eren something important that happened, like an internship you got, or a good grade in a class, or something, he usually relays that information to his mom pls. He texts her every day, and if she doesn’t ask for an update on you first, he gives her one.

Carla calls you sometimes, too. At least once every few weeks, just to check on you herself. She really likes you for Eren, and is grateful someone is willing to put up with her hotheaded son. 

Eren’s always using your fucking chapstick. Always. You know he has his own, so why he needs to use yours is beyond you. Finds time to make some dumbass comment about how it’s an “indirect kiss” every time he uses it too. Like bro, we’re dating, and have had many direct kisses why are you like this.

He posts on Instagram every few weeks or so, but you’re on his story every few days. Usually, it’s just a video of you minding your business and doing your work while Eren slowly zooms in before making some loud noise to surprise you, all so he can get your reaction on video and laugh at it. He’s annoying. 

He’s a bit of a copycat when it comes to the products you use. He’ll buy the same brand of pens as you (for that matter, all of his school supplies mirror yours because what does he know about the difference between A4 and A5 notebooks?), put a little hand sanitizer on his backpack like yours (and a lotion, too, for good measure), he even copies your Starbucks order until he finds one he likes for himself. It’s one of his love languages <3

If you’re wondering where your eyelash curler went, Eren stole it to try it on himself, hurt himself, vowed to never use it again, went back because he wanted to “do it right and not give up,” liked the results when he didn’t pinch his eyelid, and now it’s his. 

That being said, stop trying to put your Fenty lipgloss on him, it’s never going to happen. Eye makeup, maybe, only if you sit in his lap and he can have his hands on your ass while you do it. 

What he does love is letting you do his skincare. He will set aside dedicated skincare nights, he adores it. Easily one of his favorite things ever. 

You have his wallet. Not because he’s your sugar daddy or anything (although, if you want something, he’d definitely let you use his card to get it; and even if you bought something without asking, he wouldn’t think twice about it), but because he put it in your bag once and never took it out. 

When you tried to give it back, he just shook his head and told you to keep it, “I have my ID in my phone case anyway, and you’re less likely to lose it. Plus I put all my cards on Apple Pay, so I’m good.”

When you do make it to a game of his, he’s all over you when it’s over. Not in a cocky athlete boyfriend kind of way; in a very sleepy boyfriend kind of way. He’s usually got ice on at least one part of his body, and he’s got half his body weight on you as you walk to the car. 

By the time you guys get back to your place, he’s practically sleep walking. The only thing on his mind is taking a hot shower to soothe his muscles, and heading to bed. The aftermath of game days aren’t all that bad though, because even if you didn’t show, you’re always there to kiss him when he’s home and massage his shoulders, and cuddle him to sleep; and that’s his favorite part. 

[fueledbysano]

𝟎𝟎𝟏 | she had the world

summary: in order to understand the end, you must go back to the beginning; ....quite literally.

content/warnings: this story contains major Tokyo Revengers manga spoilers, canon divergence setting, tenjiku arc setting, detailed writing of violence, weapons, blood, death, and strong language.

wc: 2.2k

series masterlist | prologue | next

A month prior the fight, February 2006.

In a deserted road under the busy highways of Tokyo, the front wheel of a red Dodge Challenger pulls slowly behind the checkered line mark; the plate reading “も12-23”

Play is pressed on an mp3 player and a rock track starts up, concealing the blaring cheer and screams of the audience on the pavement.

Young, beautiful [skin color]. [ hairstyle ] hair. Dresses flamboyant. Although sundown, cheap thrift store shades covered her orbs. [ Y / N ] was about to compete in the biggest street racing event of the year for the first time.

The track kicks in just as an opponent pulls into view on her right. Her eyes can’t be seen, but they expressed slight fear upon seeing the striped Dodge Charger’s owner. He is the number two of an opposing race gang, Roadkill.

He offered her a friendly nod in which [ Y / N ] politely returned, letting the frame of her shades fall to get a better view of his vehicle.

“All racers are in!” A guy announced through a crappy megaphone, stepping in front of the lined cars. “Before we start, I wanna hear who you all are rooting for!” Of course, the conventional audience cheers before the game. [ Y / N ] sure hoped she wouldn't disappoint everyone who bet on her team.

“Roadkill's Naoki?” “Pressure’s Fred?” He continued to go on for each gang's representative.

Nodding her head, swaying in her seat, mouthing the vocals. A prisoner to the rhythm. She doesn’t miss a beat, almost ignoring the world outside the two doors of her car.

“Lastly, Road Reaper's [ Y / N ]?!”

[ Y / N ] gave a small wave for the crowd, one hand remained still on the wheel.

“That’s everyone in the race for tonight! But let’s not forget our beautiful Eli here!” An alluring woman in skimpy checkered two piece comes in view, standing on the starting line which matched her clothing.

“The drivers will follow the track which goes around the area leading back here, approximately 25 kilometers in total. Bumper guards are prohibited. No speed limit is set. And lastly, the starting signal is indicated by the fire of a gun!” The race instructions were the only part [ Y / N ] bothered to pay close attention to.

“Drive safe, contestants!.... or not. Heh!” The host concluded the introduction, now heading back to the pavement along with the thrilled audience hooting for their betting team.

“3..2..1, Now!” POW!

[ Y / N ] revs in time with the chorus dropping as Eli fires the gun into the air. She pops the car into sports mode, then stomps on the gas hard.

The car screams back through the tight spaces between racing opponents, making a sharp swerve to overtake. [ Y / N ] drops into drive upon surpassing two cars, sailing into the flimsy, old road. The pop punk track blasting on the car stereo built in speed and energy, so did [ Y / N ].

Despite the velocity of the getaway, [ Y / N ] is calm behind the wheel, weaving through traffic like an android. The other racers had their chins up, desperate to surpass [ Y / N ]; sending her intense, striking looks.

One black & white cruiser overtakes her, zooming past plenty of meters away before making a full 180 right in front of her lane, leaving [ Y / N ] almost no time to react.

A solid trail of black imprinted on the ground and loud screeching of tires came from the Audi upon swerving hard, giving [ Y / N ] the opportunity to keep her spot on the race and just enough time to throw a middle finger up to the cruiser’s driver who had a bitter look.

Then she instinctively looked in the rear view, five cars were now racing behind. There were only three to focus on now.

Over distorted guitar riff playing, [ Y / N ] watched through the windshield, seeing the cars go head on head with each other. There was no window to overtake.

[ Y / N ] nears a hundred and ten mph, the track building with cracking snares. The lone Black and White cruiser managed to catch up and still dogs behind.

[ Y / N ] nears a hundred and ten mph, then a hundred twenty. Finally stilling at a hundred and forty, before slipping in the narrow gap between the two cars before her.

She hears a piercing noise from the rear end of her car, indicating it made contact with one of the vehicles. “Tsk.” She shook her head at the thought of having to deal with that scratch later on. The coating of this car is expensive! Well, she better win this race.

With one big step, [ Y / N ] accelerated the speed into a hundred fifty within a second, now surpassing the two cars on her tail just as they reached the sharp turn on the track.

“Whew, fuck!” She exhaled a sigh of relief, after genuinely thinking that she’d never make it past those two.

Now, focusing on the Charger before her.

145 BHP @ 4000 RPM. It’s going to be a close race, considering how similar their cars are.

The remaining cars are left behind and [ Y / N ] was past the twenty kilometer mark.

She weaved from lane to lane before disappearing under a tunnel, now going head to head with the remaining opponent.

“Hey.” He spoke, taking his eyes off the road for a brief moment. “I know you!” [ Y / N ] responded.

“I know you. We’ve competed before.” He answered.

“Really?” [ Y / N ] took her eyes off-track for a moment.

“Well, supposed to... Remember The Circuit?” He asks. The mention of the place itself was enough for [ Y / N ] to remember the event clearly as day.

The memory unfolded right before her eyes like a new book, every detail and aftermath recalling quickly.

She felt drawn deeper and deeper into a pit of enormous darkness as the light at the end of the tunnel seemed to shift further and further.

After all, who likes getting flashbacks from things they don’t want to remember?

“Right, your sis–” “Don’t.”

They continued to speed in silence, letting the roars of the engines of their cars echo through the dim tunnel. [ Y / N ] didn’t realize the pressure on the gas pedal started to come loose upon staring into the vast dimness.

While he was now slightly ahead of her, [ Y / N ] immediately notices, keeping up the speed and stilling at a hundred ten.

“Too soon, huh?” He spoke. “I said shut up, man.” She spat.

“I see she passed the car down to you, too” He pointed out. “Beat me in first place a year back.”

“Oh, yeah? It’s about to beat you for the second time then.” She jeered.

“Heh.”

“Watch out, they put a ramp!” [ Y / N ] quickly spoke. “What—?” And with her remark, the guy fell for her warning as he swerved aimlessly into the wall.

“Hm.” [ Y / N ] flared her nostrils upon the short chuckle, now reaching the light at the end of the tunnel. The outro of the rock track approached, closing her eyes in elation from greeting the cold air of the night, hearing the crowd’s cheer once again upon emerging from the tunnel.

And like that, [ Y / N ] was the first to finish the track, wheels surpassing the checkered line for the second time before slowly coming to a stop.

“And Congratulations to [ Y / N ] of Road Reapers for winning this year’s race!” She felt a numbing sensation spread across her skin like wildfire, goosebumps rising along her [ s / c ] skin upon letting her head fall onto the steering wheel.

Every breath she took began to grow into desperate gasps for air as her heart threatened to thump out of her chest, she’d won. And she carried the race so easily.

“I did it…” Her voice came out breathy, attempting to steady her breath from the intensity of the match. “I won, holy shit!” With her arms over the steering wheel and her head lifted gently, the starlight kept its familiar pattern. The constellations, who'd witnessed centuries and millennia, watched over her glorious moment of victory.

“Oh, yeah, coming in second is Roadkill’s Naoki!, and goes on to third place is Drift—” Shortly, her opponents arrived in speed, eventually urging her to step out of the car.

“Oh yeah! Road Reaper's [ Y / N ], everyone!” The host spoke, welcoming her to the roadside. Her teammates cheered in triumph upon [ Y / N ]’s entrance, sending a joyous wave to their way. Of course, there’s the audience who had sour faces on, bitter of her victory; mainly because they’d just lost their money from the bets.

Upon snapping a couple of photos, [ Y / N ] jogged off road, tossing the key of her car to her personal valet before carefully taking off the winning medal from her neck.

“There she is.” Draken’s notable gruff voice urged [ Y / N ] to look up from the pavement, excitement doubling at the sight of her friends.

“[ Y / N ] you did amazing!” Chifuyu cheered, as the guys behind him followed shortly.

“Hey, you made it…” [ Y / N ]’s eyes lit up upon seeing them. She wasn’t expecting them to show up at all tonight, recalling they had an important agenda with Toman that conflicted with the race's schedule.

“Of course, we can’t miss your big race.” Mikey spoke up, hands deep in his pockets and smiling from ear to ear. “Hi, Mikey.” She replied with a polite wave.

“Your car looks amazing, new paint?” Mitsuya remarked. “You noticed! Yeah, I got both of them done last night.” She answered.

“That guy from the start did you so wrong.” Draken remarked, handing her a chilled can of sparkling water, “I know, it's an ass move, I really have to work on my reaction time— I almost fell for that.” She replied before mumbling a quick ‘Thank You’ to the guy for getting her her favorite post-race drink.

“and I tricked this moron in the tunnel, talking shit about— dude crashed into the wall!” As she recounted the event to them, one of the race’s organizers excused himself in the middle of their conversation.

“Congrats, [ L / N ].” The dude looked a few years older than them, cigarette in between his lips, and hair styled by a poor bleaching job.

“Excuse me.” [ Y / N ] excused herself from the guys as she headed to the corner of the lot with the guy, only to be handed a single ten thousand yen.

“Get out before the cops come.” The man continued to count a stack of cash, letting the smoke disperse into the air.

“Ten thousand? The ads said a hundred thousand, y’all have been yapping about it too.” She was confused. “Look, that’s inclusive of the tax, the organizers’ cut, and the bets. You’re lucky to have that.” Tax?! I'm pretty sure what we're doing here is illegal...

“Hey, thanks!” The racer who came in third passed by, fanning the cash over his face as he waved the man goodbye.

“Then why is he getting the full prize of the third place?” [ Y / N ] pointed out. “Look, take it or leave it! You won first place, aren’t you happy with that?!”

“No, cause y’all totally profited off of my prize, but not theirs.” She bitterly chuckled.

“I said take it or get nothing at all! Just shut it you ungrateful brat!” He finally snapped, voice raising as did his heavy hands, going in to grip on [ Y / N ]'s wrist.

“What the fuck is your problem?” But she was quick to react, now blocking his attempt of harm.

“Tsk!” He huffed in pain, attempting to resist [ Y / N ]'s hold.

“[Y / N], is this guy bothering you?” Mikey calmly approached the scene, the rest of the guys followed behind in concern.

“Hey, bro. What’s your problem?” Draken spoke up, now walking ahead everyone else.

“Let go of him, [Y / N]. He’s in our hands now.” Mikey added.

“What do you think you’re doing, damn brat?!” The guy spat, causing Mikey to gesture his best friend to hold the older guy in place as [ Y / N ] stepped aside.

“What does it feel like to be the lowest of the scums?” Mikey stepped closer at him who attempted to resist Draken.

“And harming women? Tsk…” Mikey shook his head in disappointment. “That just makes you useless..” The thought of his disgusting behavior was the last straw before throwing a punch; almost personal.

“You’re crazy!” The guy spat.

“Give her the full reward or you’ll see crazier.” Mikey replied.

“Who do you think you are to just march in here?!”

“Hey. You heard him.” Mitsuya chimed in. “Right, [ Y / N ] won fair and square.” It was now Chifuyu's turn to step in. “Give the cash, man.” The lilac-haired boy added.

“Alright, alright!” The three guys circled the older dude, watching him like hawks as he counted the bills in his hands.

[ Y / N ] could only think about how they have gone above and beyond to defend her behalf. Things could've definitely made a bad turn if they weren't here tonight.

“Sorry about that, b.” She was taken out of her trance upon hearing Manjiro's now calmer voice.

He carefully rested an arm over her shoulders, turning her gaze away from the scene as they stepped away.

“Mikey, I got that.”

“You have us.” He assured.

Having grown up in a world where she only had herself, independence became [ Y / N ]'s strength. But, as cheesy at it sounds; upon meeting the gang, it's like finding the comfort she never had. Protecting herself from harm wasn't an issue she had to face anymore.

Before she knew it, the guy was now in front of her, handing her the full cash prize, and trembling in fear. “Sweet! Thanks, man.” She perked up, making sure to give him a pat on the back. “Ow!”

“Scram.” Draken demanded, watching the poor guy run for his life.

“Did you guys take your rides?” [ Y / N ] asked, now securing the money in her pockets.

“No, we figured you’d take us out after the race.” Chifuyu answered

“You read my mind then.”

“What are we feeling? Hot pot? Barbecue? Dinner’s on me…” [ Y / N ] rambled as they headed towards her second car.

“Shotgun!” Mikey sprinted before everyone else, heading for the front passenger seat. “No one’s racing with you.” Draken remarked.

“Mikey, you have to stop leaving stuffed toys in my car, they’re all gonna get in the way soon.” [ Y / N ] got on her seat as she let the guys squish in on the backseat, glancing at the various stuffed Sanrio characters seating at the back.

“Sorry.” Once settled, Mikey finally made himself comfortable on the passenger side.

“Yo, I burned new songs into our car tunes, put this on!” Mitsuya took out a CD case from his vest. “I got you.”

“As much as I’d love to listen to those, we’re getting off soon. The mall is like, three minutes away.” The car now headed off the parking space, making a turn to the highway.

Upon entering the player, the CD started playing a fresh track, accompanying them through the short ride.

“Sugar, we're going down swingin'! ” [ Y / N ] and Manjiro danced along the tune, as they had the most spacious seats.

“[Y / N], hands on the wheels!” Draken reminded, uncomfortably squished in between Chifuyu and Mitsuya.

“Sorry, Kenchin!” They apologized in unison.

“Anyone got spare change for parking?” [ Y / N ] asks as the mall building came in sight. “On it.” Mitsuya answered.

“Whew, that’s some good food.” Chifuyu sighed in content, as everyone else in their booths. Finished dishes mountained on their table as they finished up eating.

“He’s still going.” [ Y / N ] remarked, and everyone’s eyes were now on Mikey who quietly sipped on a large cup of soda with his back comfortably slouching.

“I’m done.” He perked, practically jumping out of the booth. “Come on.”

“Give us a moment, jeez.” Draken sighed.

“Oh, yeah, they have claw machines back there. Does anyone have coins?” He got a view of the party room where claw machines and games were held.

Everyone started to dig deep into their pockets, as Chifuyu was the first to slam a few coins onto the table. “Sick!” Manjiro mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ before sprinting off.

“I think we’re the only customers here, the waiters are giving us death stares.” Mitsuya noted, shifting on his seat.

“Seems like it...” Draken remarked.

“[ Y / N ].” “Yo?”

“I need to trim my hair, can you do it like… how you did last time?” Mitsuya requested. “Yeah, sure. After this?”

“If it’s alright…”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” She agreed, now preparing to leave. “Can someone take the bill?” Everyone shot each other silent glances, waiting for someone to speak up until Draken volunteers with a sigh. “Ma’am?” The waiter almost immediately marched to their table with the bill before stepping aside.

Chifuyu got a glance of their total bills, mouth slightly parting at how expensive their orders turned out to be. “Oh, wow.” “Damn. Should we pay Mikey and leave?” Draken remarked upon seeing the price himself.

“I told you guys, it’s my treat.” [ Y / N ] chuckled, stuffing the payment into the bill holder. “Alright, come on.” Everyone slid off of their booths and prepared to leave.

“I got a plushie ornament!” Mikey came rushing from the party place with a stuffed Keroppi frog keychain spinning on his finger.

“Dope. Come on.”

“Thanks for the treat again, [ Y / N ].” Draken privately spoke to her as the rest of the guys step off [ Y / N ]'s car.

“Thanks for having my back in there.” She replied.

“Anytime, B.” Mikey jogged up towards the two, resting a palm over his tall best friend's shoulder.

“We’ll be off now.” Chifuyu bid his goodbye.

“Have fun playing salon.” Manjiro gave [ Y / N ] one last smile before turning to the street .

“Will do, Manjiro. Bye.”

“Bye bye!” His enthused voice paint a smile on her lips. [ Y / N ] quietly leaned into the bricked gates of Mitsuya's house, observing Mikey get on Draken's back for a piggyback. The smile never left her lips as they disappeared down the road.

“Come in, [ Y / N ]. You’ll catch a cold out there.” Mitsuya called, now having unlocked the front door. “Coming…”

“Thank god my sisters are knocked out.” He remarked upon checking on their room, while [ Y / N ] prepared a seat in front of the mirror.

“Sit down.”

“You know what to do.” [ Y / N ] slung a cover over the boy as he settled on the seat. “Mhm.” She hum in agreement, plugging the clipper on.

She started on the area above his nape, carefully clipping off the grown out hair into a buzz cut.

“By the way, I’m gonna be out Saturday. Mom is taking me to visit some relatives.” Mitsuya spoke.

“Y’all taking the two?”

“That’s the problem, no. They’ll get impatient during the trip. Plus, they have school work. So we got a helper.” He explained.

“Oh, good.” [ Y / N ] continued to clip, gazing at the mirror from time to time. She now moved upwards,

“This reminds me of when me, you, and Kenchin would cut each other’s hair when I still lived in my car…” She laughed.

“Except— we didn’t have a good mirror.” She added.

“And a sharp trimmer. Plus, it doesn’t smell like car freshener here.” Mitsuya chimed, earning a giggle from his friend.

“True. Thank God I’m way past that.” She snort from laughing too hard from the memories.

“Hey, watch my ear!” He warned.

“Dude, trust me or I’ll shave it all off.”

“You won’t do that.”

[ Y / N ] shrugged, now continuing her work on his head.

“Wait, I thought you guys had business with Toman tonight?” She asks.

“Mikey canceled last-minute then said we’re watching the race instead...” He replied.

[ Y / N ] smiled at the thought, they did come to watch her indeed... “Awe.”

“Mhm.” Mitsuya watched her sheepishly smile through the mirror.

“Don’t nod!” She warns. “Sorry.”

[ Y / N ] went on with the remaining of his hair, throwing each other with random conversations as she evened out his buzz cut.

“Alright, you’re all done, man.” With one last clip, [ Y / N ] spun the seat around for Mitsuya to see his reflection.

“Dope, thanks!” He admired his fresh haircut through the mirror, while [ Y / N ] smiled from his satisfaction.

“Won’t you have anything done with your hair?” He asks, now dusting off the clipped hair off of his shoulders and face.

“Yeah, I’m all good. Plus, it’s getting late. I gotta head home.” [ Y / N ] finished up sweeping the cut strands of lilac hair from the floor. “Alright, alright.”

The boy made sure to walk [ Y / N ] to the door, “I’m on my way then, Goodnight.” She held her hand up for their own made up handshake. “Drive safe, goodnight.” He replied, watching her safely get in the car before locking up the doors.

[ Y / N ] quietly got on her car, careful not to wake the neighboring residents. She carefully placed her belongings on the passenger seat before securing her seatbelt, now going up to adjust the rear mirror.

“Oh, lord.” For a moment, she was frightened by the hanging Keroppi frog plushie.

Mikey's claw machine prize.

She chuckled to herself for a moment before sighing in relief, now pushing the keys into the ignition. Well, a new addition to the car.

She smiled at the little sentiment, giving the plush toy a small graze before pulling out of the driveway.

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But, whatever you do in this life, it’s not extraordinary unless your friends are there to see it.

And you're beyond grateful that today, you’re lucky enough to have both.

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no longer his

Mako x f!nonbender!reader

Part 2 of number 1 supporter

request: could you please do a part two of number 1 supporter please. like what happens with Korra added to the picture? 🥺👉👈 (i absolutely loved it btw! great job!!! ❤️❤️❤️) [ @xxspqcebunsxx ]

a/n: thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you wanted another part, I’m so sorry it took so long! enjoy <3

warnings: heartbreak, Korra being a home wrecker and not my favorite person 😬 Mako also being a bitch, Bolin being the best ever. Some major descriptions of physical pain due to strong emotions ig

summary: Korra coming to Republic City not only ruffled many citizens, but also jeopardized Mako and Y/N’s relationship.

word count: 1276

song recs: it’s not the same anymore - rex orange county, another love - tom odell

gif credit: @bolin-hits-rockbottom

Korra coming to Republic City wasn’t all that bad, really. Bolin had already become fast friends with her before he knew her title.

Y/N and Mako were doing just fine, for the most part. Y/N continued to watch the pro-bending matches and practices. The only difference was that Korra began to watch with her, mesmerized by the swift movements of the brothers.

Korra hit it off well with Y/N. Neither of them had any issues, but Y/N made it obvious which one of the brothers was taken. Bolin was very forward with the avatar, making advances to get closer with her. Y/N was rooting him on, while Mako wasn’t the biggest fan of her. Y/N couldn’t quite pinpoint why Mako was such a jerk to her, especially since Korra was so nice to all of them and thanked them profusely for being her first friends in the city. His mood had decreased significantly since she first showed up before one of his matches, and it was taking a toll on Y/N’s attitudes as well.

~.•*✰

When Bolin began to show Korra how to bend during a match, Y/N could notice that she was almost trying to impress Mako with her bending skills. Y/N began to grow extremely insecure, her non-bending suddenly becoming something she was ashamed of. There was never any issues with her not being able to bend, especially when hanging out with Mako and Bolin, but now Korra was suddenly making her very self conscious about herself.

These feelings started piling up. Y/N felt sick whenever she went to pro-bending matches, worried that Mako would suddenly decide to take an interest in her instead of his beloved girlfriend.

It wasn’t long ago when Y/N thought Mako was going to propose, and now some random girl from the Southern Water Tribe showed up, introduced herself as the Avatar, and put a wall between the lovers.

Korra was also leading on Bolin, which made Y/N’s dislike for her grow tremendously. She had been hanging out with him, making advances with him, and accepting every date he threw in her direction, yet still disregarded his attraction to her and used him to get closer to Mako.

Y/N saw right through this, and would often confide in her old friend, Lu, from school that lived in Republic City.

“Maybe the Avatar just wants to be close with an earth bender and a fire bender.” Lu had tried to tell Y/N.

“No, I’m telling you. Bolin really likes her but she’s after Mako. I don’t know why she isn’t understanding that I’ve been with him for a very long time and that he won’t leave me for her.” But oh, how Y/N was so incredibly wrong in that moment.

Not only did Korra manage to break Bolin’s heart, but she soon enough ripped Mako and Y/N’s relationship to pieces when Bolin was on his way to get her flowers.

~•.*✰

“She’ll love these, Bo! They are gorgeous. Don’t you think so, Pabu?” Y/N gushed, picking a flower from the bouquet and lifting it up to the fire ferret who was sitting on her shoulder to smell. Pabu took a big whiff, squeaking and nodding in approval.

“Thanks, Y/N. And thank you, Pabu. Let’s go give these to her! I’m so nervous, but so excited!” Bolin exclaimed, practically vibrating with anxiousness about the girl he really and truly fell for.

As they walked throughout the city to the bending arena, they spoke on and on about anything and everything. Y/N had always gotten along with Bolin famously, which helped boost her and Mako’s relationship.

They reached the arena, and curled around the back near the large patio that overlooks the water and Air Temple Island. The sun had set almost half an hour ago, leaving a gorgeous array of oranges, yellows, and reds in the sky that reflected off the calm water’s surface. City lights were twinkling throughout the sky, and stars began to appear faintly.

“It’s a perfect night to do this. Wish me luck, Y/N/N!” Bolin turned, controlling his breathing and still shaking with anticipation.

Y/N passed Pabu onto his shoulders and adjusted the bouquet. “Good luck, you’ll do amazing. Just tell her how you feel and give her the bouquet!”

“Oh, please walk a bit further with me! You can hide behind one of the pillars, I’m just too nervous!” Bolin gasped out, out of breath from the nerves. Y/N begrudgingly agreed, eager to get upstairs and visit Mako.

She walked slowly along the edge of the railing, keeping an eye on Bolin as he walked.

But, something had stopped him in his tracks. His face grew immensely disappointed, angry, sad, and a whole jumble of emotions Y/N couldn’t name. Tears welled up in his eyes, the dim light on the walls making his eyes glisten. Bolin glanced over at her, his bottom lip trembling.

She hesitantly peeking out from behind the pillar, and was frozen just as much as he was.

There, right in front of the beautiful scenery, was Korra, macking her very own dearest Mako. A small puff of air escaped her lungs as she took a larger step towards the scene, dropped her arms & shoulders in defeat.

The very thing Y/N didn’t think would happen had came true. Her boyfriend, her love, her future, had cheated on her, with the very girl he had absolutely no previous interest of even being friends with.

Bolin blinked, and tears dropped to the marble ground. Y/N was crying now too, as she suddenly watched her future crash and burn. The two ahead of them broke apart, a smile growing on both of their faces.

That was, until Korra had looked behind Mako and saw the two people she was avoiding. Bolin, crying and holding a now messy bouquet that had been ruined by the wind, and Y/N, who was crying watching Korra help Mako cheat on her.

Korra never had any issues with Y/N. She’d always looked up to the girl, who had always gave so much love wherever she went and was never discouraged from people who made fun of her lack of bending abilities. But now, she had ruined any chance of being friends with her after she ruined the beautiful relationship of Mako and Y/N.

Mako was confused, and turned around to meet the eyes of his devastated brother and heartbroken girlfriend.

“Oh, no, no, no-!” Mako said, panic and realization setting in as he reached for his girlfriend. “This isn’t what it looks like!”

He was now running towards her, the tears streaming down her face more visible as he got closer. He stopped in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

“I saw everything. This,” Y/N motioned between the two of them, “is over. Don’t ever speak to me again.” She turned and left, crossing her arms over her stomach to try to alleviate some of the pain that was reverberating through her chest.

“Bolin, please!” Mako’s voice cracked, turning to his brother to reason. Bolin angrily threw the bouquet at his feet, more tears falling on the slick ground.

“How could you?” Bolin asked quietly, furrowing his brows at Mako. He quickly turned and followed Y/N, catching up with her to comfort her.

Mako watched, defeated and absolutely broken, as his brother and girlfr- ex girlfriend walked away from him in tears and sorrow.

There was no recovering from this, and he soon realized he lost the love of his life and his very best friend, along with his last remaining family member that he loved so dearly.

And it was all because of the damned Avatar.

~•.*✰

a/n: okay so I really don’t like Korra like at all, I’m sorry if you do but I really don’t like her 😃 she’s my least favorite character in the atla universe so it was only fit that I wrote a literal hate fanfic about her. anyways Mako is a bitch in this but I love Bolin so I hope you enjoyed 🙄 also thank you for requesting, it meant a lot that you wanted more about a small silly little blurb I wrote from a separate request!! love you all <33

[tempenensis]

Fushiguro Megumi: the protector

One of the things that makes jjk very interesting is how Gege writes the characters in a way that freed them from a number of stereotypes usually found in shonen manga in relation to how their appearance are. And that makes the character in this manga feels more layered. One of the example is our deuteragonist himself, Fushiguro Megumi. 

Fushiguro is one of characters that make you thought of certain stereotype - but as the story progresses and his character is explored more, he is actually different from the stereotype of dark brooding rival of the protagonist his appearance is based of.

On his first appearance, Fushiguro is shown to be someone serious, seemingly a stickler for rules and formality, as he speaks in honorifics to Gojo in the phone -- even if it’s him saying that he will punch Gojo. When he speaks to Gojo, there’s a strange mix of formality and familiarity, which is a given considering their long history.

He even cites the law of jujutsu for the reasoning of Itadori’s execution right after Sukuna incarnates even though Itadori eats the finger because he is also trying to save Fushiguro. However once Gojo appears and asks what he should do to Itadori, his answer is right on the opposite direction. 

And from this point on, we know that he is never ‘just a simple rival’.

1. Not even a rival

Itadori and Fushiguro’s dynamic is one of the focal point that drives the story of jjk, among others.  

but who’s to say that someone you save won’t kill anyone in the future? 

Fushiguro and Itadori share the same fixation on saving people. While Itadori wants to give “proper death”, or save as many people as he can from curses, Fushiguro rather listens to his own conscience, where he want to give good people what they deserve. And this believe of his rooted from the ‘undeserving’ situation he feels is granted to his sister in this life. This different ideals made the two of them clash during Cursed womb arc, but they settles their difference pretty quickly out of respect for each other, and this connects the two of them closer than them to other characters.

For Fushiguro, Itadori has become someone as important as Tsumiki despite only knowing him for a short time - and likewise, Itadori also thought Fushiguro as important. Fushiguro, in addition, also feels that he bears the responsibility of keeping Itadori alive and shoulders the consequence of every action Itadori and Sukuna does, since Itadori consumed Sukuna to help him in the first place. That is the reason his first fight with Sukuna happens after all; him staying behind out of feeling responsible.

And this responsibility develop into the necessity to protect Itadori, both from  literal harm (the Kyoto students trying to assassinate him) and from metaphorical one. Likewise, Itadori not telling Fushiguro what Sukuna told him is also to protect Fushiguro from the guilt that will consequently arise. 

While there is a bit of rivalry, it doesn’t become something that the two of them fixated on. It does feed on their growth, but this rivalry mostly takes a backseat - it will, when he lives in a world where everything, even the authority, is trying to kill his closest friend and someone he is trying hard to protect.  

2. To die or not to die

Fushiguro’s nature as a protector is rooted in his personality. Because of his upbringing and precociousness, he has his own view of what he think to be ‘good’ and ‘bad' that is very personal to him.

Fushiguro has certain degree ‘sense of justice’ based on his notion. During this flashback, he picks fight with the delinquents not because they attacks him personally and not because anyone asks him for help, but just because he thought that they are wrong in bullying their classmates. 

At first he is not inclined to be a jujutsushi because saving people doesn’t fit into that notion of his. The work of a jujutsushi is in its heart is to save people and it’s tailored for not only the one who has the ability, but also the compassion to do it. Something that is unthinkable for junior high Fushiguro.

It’s Tsumiki’s curse that change Fushiguro. He is started to driven to save people like Tsumiki. And also, if there is someone that can solve the case of Tsumiki’s curse, it will be a jujutsushi.  

He feels that a lot of people he thought to be ‘good’ given unfairness in life. Like his sister who was cursed and fallen into coma, and Itadori who ate Sukuna then received death penalty.

I will save people unequally!

His personal sense of justice drives Megumi to help and save them in his own brand of heroism stemmed from his ego of choosing who’ll he save and who won’t. ‘Good people’ affects Fushiguro deeply that out of respect for Itadori who had died, he does something that usually he doesn’t do. 

While he sees both his sister and Itadori to be the same good kind, he judges himself to be different from them and he doesn’t care if he is ‘not right’. He doesn’t feel that he deserves the salvation as deserved by ‘good people’ and this reflects mainly in his... um... suicidal, sacrificial tendency. 

Every single time he is cornered in battle, he used to resort to summoning Makora - which essentially means he will die. He doesn’t think that his death is matter at all for anyone else as long as his purpose in winning the fight is fulfilled - which actually not necessarily true. 

It’s a good thing that after his training with Gojo, Megumi starts to realize the importance of him not resorting to ‘winning by dying’. This point in Shibuya actually marks a significant development of his character - even if he still summon Makora after.

3. Blood does not necessarily run thicker  

One of the most surprising aspect of Fushiguro is how he readily discarded the identity that comes with his bloodline. A contrast from Kamo and a point that makes their clash during Goodwill event arc very interesting. For Kamo whose mother left him so she doesn’t get in his way to be the family heir, the way Fushiguro easily deny his bloodline of course offends him highly -- it’s almost like Fushiguro does not care about his mother’s sacrifice. 

Well, it is understandable that he deny his bloodline. Regardless that the tradition of the Three Great Families just reek of shit, Fushiguro never experiences normal blood-related family bond since he was born. Everyone who should be his family based on blood never give him the bond other people experience. His biological mother had died, his father left him (and died unknowingly), Tsumiki’s mother also left the siblings. The one who took care of him was Tsumiki and Gojo to an extent, both of whom has no blood relation to him. Gojo even bought him from the Zen’in. And the Zen’in who is supposed to be his blood-related family trade him off easily with money, so it is understandable if he does not feel a strong bond with his own bloodline. 

This is ironically (but in a positive way) very contrast with Fushiguro’s   technique; Ten shadows jutsu. One of Zen’in’s most prized inherited technique is manifested by Fushiguro who deny his blood and passed down by his father who the family refused to acknowledge as one of their own. The technique that also made Fushiguro coveted by the head family that they readily forked over 10 million for him. It’s a very ridiculous situation.    

4. Next ‘strongest sorcerer’

The growth of a jujutsushi is never easy. 

Fushiguro’s growth as a jujutsushi is a difficult matter, way more than Yuuji. Compared to Fushiguro who is already familiar with jujutsu from a very young age, Yuuji is like a child whose growth is still in exponential phase. Since his main weapon is his cursed technique, Fushiguro’s growth as the more settled jujutsushi in this case should mainly come from inside himself. But it’s been a rocky way for him.   

First, his mindset is working against his growth -- because he has Makora to rely on, he tends to summon it readily than try to explore his technique more. Then as fundamentally Fushiguro is someone compassionate, he puts cooperating and matching his level to people around him first -- which actually hindered his growth of ability, because his nature as jujutsushi is on the opposite side.  

As a jujutsushi, Fushiguro’s nature is the same as Gojo and Sukuna; a lone wolf who is the strongest on combat when he is alone. Gojo even implied once that Megumi’s cursed technique has the potential to be on par -- even beat his.

With not one, but two strongest jujutsu users invested in Fushiguro’s growth, I think it’s not an overstatement to say that he will be an incredible jujutsushi in the future -- if his growth does not fail him. And going by the current story development, it is more required out of Megumi to be stronger than ever, both as the person that he is and as jujutsushi.     

5. The future is as uncertain as ever

Now that Gojo is gone, the burden Megumi shoulders will be exponentially rising. More than to stabilize Tokyo back, it is the responsibility that he always feel over of keeping Yuuji as Sukuna’s vessel alive that probably will demand a lot out of Megumi. In addition to losing Gojo and the waking of Tsumiki as one of the Brain’s victims, Megumi needs all the strength he can muster, literally and figuratively, to be able to survive the coming of near future -- even though ironically he is one that is readily dying anytime.