#so does legend. he just won’t admit it

[mothfables]

Violets and Rabbits

Legend and Ravio reunite after months apart.

It had been a long, long few months. The Chain had had little time for rest and they’d been nowhere close to finding reprieve with any friendly faces in any of the eras they’d been dumped in. Everyone was tired, sore, and more than a little grumpy as they pushed themselves through yet another portal. They kept their weapons at the ready; being dropped in the middle of a monster camp or hostile situation one too many times had made them more than a little wary.

It was thus an unexpected surprise to step out into an empty clearing, the surrounding woods quiet except for the echo of birdsong. No one relaxed just yet, though- they’d been caught off-guard enough in similar situations that a moment of peace was suspicious. After a few tense minutes passed without something happening, however, weapons began to lower as the Chain cautiously allowed themselves to relax.

“Anyone have an idea for whose Hyrule we’re in?” Time called after a quick headcount. Everyone except Four and Hyrule seemed to be doing fine, and even those two were recovering quickly. One less thing to worry about, then. The Chain took that time to look around and see if they recognized anything in their immediate surroundings.

“...It’s mine,” Legend confirmed after about a minute. He went to take a step only to stagger and have to brace himself on a nearby tree. He swore under his breath, waving off a concerned Warriors. “Jus’ my stupid joints. The constant portals made ‘em worse than usual. Gimme a minute, I’ll be fine.” The admission didn’t stop Wars’ hovering but he did at least try to stop being too obvious about it, knowing the Vet hated being coddled.

Eventually they started moving, Legend taking the lead with Warriors right behind him. It didn’t take long before they found themselves leaving the cover of the trees to step onto a firm dirt road. Legend took a moment to look around before setting off down it, his expression settling into badly-hidden hopeful excitement. The rest of them hurried to keep up, Twilight and Warriors exchanging grins. That expression could only mean one thing.

Sure enough, within minutes a cozy little cottage came into view, smoke puffing merrily from the chimney. A large sign decorated with purple lettering sat on the thatched roof, and plants flowed over the walls and along the path. As they drew nearer, the door opened to reveal a person in a hooded purple robe, and Legend’s breath caught.

The figure looked up and gasped. “Link!” The Chain exclaimed in surprise as Legend broke into a sprint. The hooded figure did the same, running up the path to meet Legend halfway.

They collided, wrapping their arms around each other with relieved sounds. They stayed like that for a moment before Legend pulled back, taking Ravio’s face in his hands and looking over him worriedly.

“No one tried anything, did they? The knights-?” Ravio shook his head.

“No, no, I’m okay. What about you?”

Legend gave a short, bitter laugh. “Who cares?!”

“I do!” Ravio leaned forward and kissed away the tears that had gathered in his partner’s eyes. Then he gave a surprised laugh as Legend grabbed his waist and lifted him up to spin them both around.

The Chain watched in surprise as the two of them spun, laughing in delight. They slowed after a few moments, Legend putting Ravio down but not letting go. Ravio wrapped his arms around him again as they leaned into each other. He pressed a kiss to Legend’s hair, humming contentedly. There was a moment of peace before Twilight whooped and Wind let out a piercing whistle, making them jump.

Legend grumbled, burying his face in Ravio’s shoulder. “Your family is easily amused, Mr. Hero,” his partner chuckled. “Aren’t you going to invite them in? It would be rude to just leave them out here, you know.”

The Veteran just growled. “If I don’t look at them, they’re not there.”

Ravio burst out laughing. He pressed one last kiss to Legend’s temple before pulling away and waving to the eight heroes standing further up the path. They quickly made their way towards them, laughing and jeering good-naturedly. Legend just scowled, though he brightened when Ravio took his hand, which only elicited more teasing. The Veteran ignored them and started walking, tugging the merchant back towards the house.

“Feel free to make yourselves at home! I won’t even charge for room and board!” Ravio called over his shoulder as they passed through the door. The heroes gladly took the invitation, filing after the couple and settling in with the knowledge of at least one night of safety and comfort. Packs and weapons were leaned against the wall and shoes piled in the hallway at Ravio’s insistence.

As for their hosts, the two of them put themselves to setting up the house for their guests, passing between the hall closet and the living room where most of the Chain was gathered. They rarely strayed far from each other’s side, keeping some form of contact at all times: from a hand on a shoulder or waist, to linked arms, to a gentle headbump once or twice when their hands were too full.

The gathered heroes couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Their prickly brother rarely allowed himself to be so soft or physically affectionate, so it was a rare treat when he did.

By now, Legend and Ravio had moved to the kitchen - shooing Wild out from where they’d attempted to start dinner - and from the sound of it had started their own preparations. A few moments later soft humming drifted through the house, interspersed with muffled laughter and chatter.

Warriors leaned back in his chair as he listened to the sounds of his brother’s happiness, closing his eyes with a soft smile. Already he could feel himself unwinding, the stress from the road melting away in the warm, homey atmosphere that enveloped the house. He could only imagine how it felt for Legend. It was clear how much he loved Ravio, and try as they might their brothers couldn’t compare to the feeling of coming home to a loved one. The Veteran had been away from home longer than the rest of them, and looking back it was easy to see the distance and separation taking its toll.

His musing was interrupted by the subject of his thoughts reentering the room, followed by a fragrant cloud of what smelled like fresh bread.

“Dinner’ll be ready in about an hour,” Legend announced, moving to sit on one of the plush chairs by the fire and sinking into it with a relieved sigh. By the looks of it he didn’t plan to move anytime soon; Wars couldn’t blame him. Between the numerous fights and constant walking, the Veteran’s joints must be making their displeasure known with a vengeance. He was sure someone - at the very least Ravio or Hyrule - would make sure Legend took something to ease the pain before bed. Nobody liked seeing one of their own hurting.

Speaking of Ravio, he appeared from the kitchen to sweep through the living room with a swish of purple robes to Legend’s chair, waiting for his partner to lift his arms before sitting on his lap and cuddling close. Legend wrapped his arms around him with a soft smile.

“So, Link tells me you had an exciting few weeks,” Ravio mentioned. Wind immediately groaned, taking a deep breath to complain extensively about their recent travels. The rest of them chuckled, settling in for a night of good food, comfortable beds, and more-or-less pleasant chatter. Warriors glanced at the couple across the fire and caught Legend’s eye, giving him a smile. His chest warmed when it was returned, and he sat back to enjoy the evening surrounded by his family.

[revelboo]

I’m here for Soundwave stealing away reader from Starscream. It’s a very likely scenario to occur if Starscream continues to be his own downfall but it’s amusing to consider nonetheless the less because he knows that is an outcome that can happen.

He absolutely would at this point if reader wasn’t fully bonded to Starscream. He’s just trying to keep Star from dragging you with him when he self destructs at this point

Everything Is Alright Pt 106

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• “Megatron.” Turning at Soundwave’s deep voice, he waits for his communications officer to catch up to him. “A word?” Servos flexing because he can still smell you on Soundwave, he inclines his head. Starts walking again with the other mech and waits for Soundwave to begin speaking again. Because this is about you, he knows it is. And you’re a problem. The way his spark heats when you glare at him or snap back an unexpected thrill. Afraid, but willing to stand up to him for your mates, but not yourself. Why does he care when you really shouldn’t matter.

• “This is about the human. Your mate.” Ignoring the thinly veiled growl in Megatron’s voice, Soundwave nods. Carefully. If Megatron realizes he’s being manipulated, he’ll never cooperate. So he waits and walks, feeling when Megatron glances sidelong at him, optics narrowed. “Why a human?” Because of the way you smile when you see him, though those have been fragile things lately because of his own actions. Because he loves the chaos of your emotions within his thoughts, those soft hands, having someone that doesn’t mind if he’s too quiet. If he’s lost in thought. The way you trace little patterns on his plating when you’re drowsy and the way you never shy away when he reaches for you. That soft voice talking to him about anything and everything. All things he can’t say to Megatron.

• “Easy to control,” Soundwave replies and Megatron’s lips twist. Because he’s almost certain that’s a lie. No, definitely a lie. Remembering the affectionate way Soundwave had brushed his cheek against you and feathered kisses against your skin. Murmuring to you as you curled into him, trusting yourself fully to his care. And part of him wonders what that would be like. Someone waiting for him, happy to see him and with no ulterior motives behind their smiles. He’s lonely, but he’s been lonely a very long time. Letting his reputation and temper keep everyone at bay.

• “The truth,” Megatron admonishes, voice soft and Soundwave vents. Tiredly reaching up to press his servos against his chassis over his cassette compartment. Can still sense your emotions despite the distance. That incomplete bond a tie to you. A way to ensure the Seeker can’t just run away with you. And a gamble that you’ll hopefully survive Starscream if he won’t stop clawing for power. If Megatron ends him once and for all because of the Seeker’s own treacherous actions, you don’t deserve to die with him. And he doesn’t know how this will work. If he‘ll be tied to Starscream’s fate alongside you if he fully bonds you or if it might spare you. Spark bonds are a taboo and who knows which or if any of the old stories are real or just legends.

• “Happier since finding them,” Soundwave admits. That isn’t a lie, his communications officer looking at him as if daring him to judge. And he really can’t. Because he understands as much as it makes him uncomfortable. Likes speaking to you despite the fact that you’re beneath him. Insignificant. “Less lonely.” And that strikes home.

• “I don’t know what that means,” you whisper and that hint of miserable fear in your voice pierces Starscream’s own worries. “I don’t know what a protoform even is.” Feels when you start to tremble and wraps his arms around you as he realizes that he’s not the only one completely lost in this. You’re worried and scared, too. “I need someone to talk to me, okay? Please?”

• “I know.” Raspy voice low as he tucks you more firmly against him, chin resting on top of your head. “We’ll do this together.” Feeling his palm sliding up and down your spine, you desperately want to believe that. That he’s not going anywhere. That he won’t panic and run again. But you’re not sure that you can anymore. “Figure it out together.” And you need to believe that so much it hurts, but can you?

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[axelsagewrites]

Where Am I?*Part Three

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn

Word count: 1482

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

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You weren’t too sure what to expect when Ragnar said they would show you hospitality, but this was definitely something alright. You’d been given a dress that fit into the time period a bit better and made you stick out less than you had before. well, that was if you ignored the fact your hair was completely different from everyone else and everyone, but the Ragnarsson’s took at least three steps back whenever you approached.

When his brothers realised Ivar had been sneaking in to talk to you their protests began, “That’s not fair!”

“Why didn’t you tell us she could understand us?”

“Why did she talk to you and not us?”

You didn’t even feel the need to mention he’d bribed you with food. Ivar was good enough at arguing for himself. meanwhile as they bickered at the dinner table Bjorn sat at the other end staring at you the whole time. it defiantly wasn’t completely unsettling. Ragnar meanwhile was asking you a million questions you didn’t know how to answer.

“So how does a lighter work?”

“A spark happens when you press down and lights the gas,” you tried to explain while you ate your stew.

Ragnar nodded as he thought it over, “I think I understand. But what is a gas?”

“Uh…”  you said but Bjorn cut you off, effectively silencing everyone at the same time.

“How do we know you’re not a witch?” he said making Ivar roll his eyes and for once Ubbe and Ivar seemed to agree with something.

“If she was a witch surely, she would’ve escaped by now?” Ubbe sighed.

“Besides,” Hvitserk said, cheeks pink from his fourth glass of mead, “She’s far too pretty to be a witch,” he said, throwing a wink your way making your own cheeks heat up. The way Ivar glared at Hvitserk though put you on edge.

It was Sigurd turn to roll his eyes at his brother, “You’re a pig. And besides she hasn’t done anything. How do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?”

“If anyone is going to do that it will be Ivar,” Ubbe said so nonchalantly you felt your jaw drop.

Especially when Ivar chimed in, “This is true,”

You could see the growing annoyance on Bjorn’s face as his younger brothers had their petty fights, something you would soon have to get used to. Clearly Aslaug was used to it however as she sank more into her wine. You had to admit the wine at least was nice. “I don’t know how I can earn your trust Bjorn, but I swear on my life I didn’t come to hurt anyone,”

You half expected him to laugh or roll his eyes at you but instead he cocked his head to the side, “Who told you, my name?”

You watched as everyone paused what they were doing to turn to look at you. “How did you know any of our names?” Sigurd asked.

You debated lying, saying Ivar told you but you didn’t feel like that was a good hole to dig. Instead, you swallowed hard, “Well everyone knows your name. you’re Bjorn ironside. Son of Ragnar. The Ragnarssons are famous,” you tried to say it nonchalantly while being very aware each one of them had a knife or axe.

However, flattery seemed to work, “And me as well?” Ragnar asked, a spark behind his eyes, “After all I am Ragnar Lodbrok,” he said making his sons all roll their eyes.

“Well of course. there are legends about you. they write tv shows about your lives,”

They all seemed so proud of themselves, even Aslaug had a smile behind her cup. You felt satisfied with your excuse until Bjorn asked, “What is a tv show?”

“Uh…”

-

Later that night Ivar showed you to a room that looked far less like a prison than the one you’d been in before. “We’ve got your-whatever these are,” Ubbe said as he and Sigurd walked into the room with a bag each and Hvitserk came in behind them with a flagon of wine.

“They’re just bags,” you said as you took them and moved to sit on the makeshift bed they had.

Privacy clearly wasn’t a thing here as all four boys sat down and began passing the wine around, “What’s in that one?” Sigurd asked, pointing to your guitar case.

You opened it and pulled it out, “Is it some kind of lute?” Hvitserk asked but you could see Sigurd was the keenest.

“I guess?” you said, placing it on your lap and gently strumming the strings, “It’s called a guitar,”

“Play us something?” Ubbe asked before taking a swig out the wine.

You sighed as you looked at the strings and tried to think of a song before your fingers found the strings and you began to strum.

“I’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night,

Rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife,” you began to sing Taylor swift softly as you played Willow. All four boys seemed mesmerised as you sang and even Ivar stayed quiet until the last night, “I’m begging for you to take my hand,

Wreck my plans, that’s my man,” you finished, placing your hand over the strings and looking up to finally meet their eyes.

“That was beautiful,” Sigurd said, “Did you write that?”

“Yes,” you said without thinking. After all a little white lie never hurt? Besides its not like Taylor would know or anyone could prove you wrong, “Yes I did,”

“You’re very talented,” Ubbe said, passing you the wine.

You looked at it sceptically before finally taking a drink. It’s not like they’d need to poison you anyway. You were already screwed. You all began to drink and laugh the night away as you played a few more songs on the guitar, even letting the boys try have a shot. What you didn’t see however was Bjorn standing beside the door to your room, smiling softly whenever you sang.

-

 The next day Ubbe offered to give you a tour of Kattegat so you could get to know the place. “This is the market,” he said as a little girl ran away from you to her mother making you bite back a laugh, “Sorry about that. They’ll be less frightened of you soon,”

You chuckled at his words making a smile stretch on his face, “Its ironic. Out of everyone here I’m the least frightening one,”

“I don’t know so much,” he said. You narrowed your eyes at him with a curious smile making him chuckle, “Weve never met anyone like you. you are so…” he paused searching for the right word,” rare,”

“That’s the nicest thing I think someone has ever said to me,” you said.

Ubbe gave you a soft smile as he led you around the stalls. You tried to refuse it, but he did buy you a knife, promising to show you how to use it just encase. Even the way he insisted made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

As you were walking around the market you did bump into someone. “Bjorn!” Ubbe called to his brother who wore an uncomfortably stoic look as he walked over. “I was just showing her round Kattegat,”

Bjorn nodded, his eyes scanning your frame, “Good. Can’t have you getting lost now, can we? Think my father might have a fit if we lost you,” something about the way his eyes studied you had a heat creeping up the back of your neck.

“I hope all his questions don’t bother you,” Ubbe said, giving you a sorry smile.

It was true that every conversation with Ragnar was like an interrogation. He wanted to know everything you could tell him about the future and honestly you didn’t know how to explain how a television worked. “I don’t mind. Its sweet,” you said making them both chuckle, “What?”

“Most people would not describe my father as sweet,” Bjorn said, a smile finally cracked onto his lips.

“She’s also friends with Ivar so she may not be fully right in the head,” Ubbe teased.

“Ivars not that bad,” you rolled your eyes, but both their eyes seemed to bulge out their skulls, “He’s a lot nicer when people aren’t constantly picking on him,” you half joked though you did hate how they teased him. especially Sigurd who whenever Ivar wasn’t around was kind but whenever he walked into the room you could cut the air with a knife.

Ubbe just tutted at you, “Oh you have much to learn sweet, foolish, girl. It’s a good thing we found you when we did,” You did your best to roll your eyes and blow him off but for the rest of the day you found your mind wandering. What would it be like to date a Viking?

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[cece693]

Absolutely love your works💗

Could you please do some Hannibal Lecter x Steve Kemp? Mads and Sebastian are literally the hottest. Two cannibalistic serial killers in a room, they might kiss (or maybe fall in love)? ( ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°)💞

So, I didn't really know who Steve was, but a quick google search put me up to date. And from what I'm gathering, he's just a more sadistic (is that the word?) man compared to Hannibal. Like, don't get me wrong, Hannibal isn't innocent, but he doesn't indulge people's pain if it isn't necessary (everything he does serves a greater purpose) but for Steve he thrives off it. I'm intrigued by his character (not ashamed to admit it, he might become a regular if the movie's good.) I don't know if your request only wanted to feature these two characters, but I couldn't help myself to include a male reader. Hope you enjoy it still!

pairing: hannibal lecter x male reader x steve kemp tags: you're also a cannibalistic killer, pre-relationship, monsters love too, or whatever they consider love at least, can we even call it that if you're at the first stages of your relationship?, au in a way

You didn’t expect this. Of all the places your macabre interests could lead you, you never thought you’d end up in a dimly lit dining room with two men whose reputations precede them in the darkest corners of rumor and legend. Yet here you are, stepping carefully across the polished floor—every tap of your heel against the marble echoing in your chest.

Hannibal Lecter stands beside a candlelit table as though hosting a dinner party for the most discerning of guests. He wears a tailored suit that hangs perfectly off his slim frame, his dark eyes never leaving you. His posture is regal, almost too poised, like a cat preparing to pounce. Across from him, leaning against a wall with an air of cool dismissal, is Steve Kemp. Where Lecter is refined, Kemp is rough around the edges—swagger in his stance, a slight smirk curving his lips. You can almost sense their energies clash in the room’s heavy air, or perhaps they harmonize, each man possessing that brand of charisma only monsters can wear so effortlessly.

It’s a meeting of twisted minds, a singularly dangerous gathering, and you…You’re the third seat at this table, the new confidant in their circle of secrets. They’ve invited you here because—like them—you walk the fine line between polite society and your appetite for its darker aspects. Maybe they want to see if you can keep up. Maybe they want to see if you’re worthy to indulge in their most prized pleasures.

“Please,” Hannibal says, voice smooth as silk, gesturing to the empty chair. The flickering candles give his expression a strangely tender glow. “Join us, won’t you?”

You settle onto the chair, heart pounding yet oddly thrilled. Kemp eyes you with guarded curiosity, as if he’s deciding whether you’re truly made of the same raw stuff as they are. He lifts a corner of his mouth in an almost friendly greeting before lifting a wine glass to his lips.

Hannibal’s sharp gaze flicks between you and Kemp, faint amusement dancing across his face. “I must say, it’s an intriguing opportunity to break bread”—his tone curls around that phrase knowingly—“with someone of equal taste.”

Kemp snorts a laugh, setting his glass down with a soft clink. “Taste. That’s one way to put it.”

Silence settles over you three for a moment. You feel your pulse drum in your ears as you realize that, in this hush, none of you are exactly concerned with covering up who or what you are. Not anymore. The three of you are cannibals—each in different stages of mastery, each with unique philosophies of the “art.” There’s a thrill in acknowledging it openly.

“Shall we toast?” you suggest, forcing your voice to remain steady as you raise your glass. They both follow your lead, though each with a different glint in his eye. Kemp’s is mischievous—like a child about to break a rule just for the fun of it. Hannibal’s is calculating and darkly pleased, as though everything is going exactly as he’d planned. Glasses clink lightly, crystal against crystal, and you all drink. The wine is robust, luxurious, and red as blood.

Conversation flows with surprising ease. You trade stories of near misses—close calls with the authorities, how you lured a target that one time when the moonlight was just right, how Hannibal managed to remain undetected for so many years. Kemp leans forward, describing a particularly brutal hunt out in some isolated countryside. You can’t help noticing how intently Hannibal listens, how his lips curve whenever Kemp’s story peaks in violence.

In turn, Hannibal recounts one of his finer “culinary experiences,” discussing it with the flair of a man describing a Michelin-star dish. There’s something entrancing about how he moves his hands in emphasis, voice hushed but warm. Each word holds a promise of something new and forbidden. And, on Kemp’s face, you catch a flicker of fascination and something deeper—a grudging admiration, perhaps.

Hours seem to pass without any of you noticing, the candles burning low, the wine dwindling. Every so often, your gaze flickers to the door, but there’s a compulsion in you to stay. They’re dangerous, yes—but so are you. And there’s something heady about being in a room with people who truly understand that side of you, who won’t flinch at your confessions or grimace at your appetites.

When Lecter rises to pick out another bottle of wine from a discreet sideboard, Kemp edges closer, regarding you with a tilt of his head. “He likes to make it all elegant,” he says quietly, casting a glance at Hannibal’s back. “Me? I prefer the chase. But I’ve got to admit, there’s something about the way he does it that gets under your skin. Under mine.”

You’re about to reply when Hannibal’s voice floats over, smooth and cool. “If you have something to say, Steve, please share with the group.”

Kemp’s eyes widen fractionally in annoyance, then he snorts. “Just telling our friend here how you’re a man of unique refinement.”

A faint smile ghosts across Hannibal’s lips. “I take that as a compliment.”

It’s not long before you notice the way Hannibal’s gaze drifts across Kemp’s features—no longer just polite or calculating. There’s a curious softness there, tinged with hunger that extends beyond the culinary. It’s in the long glances, the brush of fingers as Hannibal offers Kemp the fresh glass. It’s in the whisper of breath between them as they stand too close for a moment. Kemp, at first, seems unsure how to respond, but he doesn’t pull away.

You sense it too: a sharp tension thickening in the air, a shift from cautious rivalry to something that resonates dangerously between them. You’ve heard stories about Hannibal’s affections—rare, but potent. And clearly, Steve Kemp isn’t immune to that magnetism.

Then Hannibal’s hand comes up gently to rest along Kemp’s cheek, his thumb grazing across the man’s jawline. You hear a whispered breath escape Kemp’s lips, though you can’t tell if it’s a sigh or a growl. It’s a moment suspended in time: two apex predators testing a new type of closeness. You meet Hannibal’s dark gaze. He inclines his head, as though letting you witness the moment or inviting you closer—perhaps both. There’s a flutter in your stomach, an odd blend of fear and excitement. After all, there is no guarantee they wouldn’t turn on you and yet you inch forward, transfixed.

Kemp’s mouth curves into a half-smile as he leans ever so slightly toward Hannibal’s touch. “Not exactly what I expected,” he murmurs, his voice unsteady but laced with a rough undercurrent of desire.

Hannibal’s response is quiet and almost tender: “Life rarely meets our expectations, Steve. Sometimes, it surpasses them.”

Their lips brush, a hesitant meeting that holds a thousand questions in the space of a heartbeat. You wonder if you’re meant to see this, but neither man hides it. And then, in a breath, Hannibal presses just a bit closer, tasting Kemp’s mouth with the careful precision of a connoisseur sampling a forbidden delicacy.

The flickering candlelight catches the reflection of something like acceptance—maybe even longing—in Kemp’s eyes. When they part, the air is thick with the echo of that moment. You realize your breathing has become ragged, goosebumps prickling your arms.

Silence stretches. Your heart feels like it could burst from the tension. Then Kemp speaks, his voice low, directed to you. “So, what do you say?” He glances from you to Hannibal. “Think you can handle being part of…this?”

There’s an unspoken meaning behind his words: not just the partnership in their dark proclivities, but the melding of your shared hungers, your deviance, and the possibility of more. In a way, they’re asking if you can stand in this circle—equal, accepted, involved. You swallow hard, your throat dry, but manage to nod.

A small smile graces Hannibal’s lips as he arches one brow, pleased by your answer. He takes a step toward you, bridging the distance. Behind him, Kemp watches, his smile both relaxed and knowing. You tense for an instant, uncertain if this nearness is safe, but deep down, you’ve never wanted safety. Not really. Hannibal lowers his voice. “Fear can be so exhilarating when shared in the right company, don’t you think?”

You nod, though you can’t quite find words. Even if you could, you’re not sure they’d convey the cocktail of emotions surging through you. Hunger, fear, curiosity, desire—all laced with an electric undercurrent that only these two can bring out in you.

Kemp steps up beside Lecter, and the three of you stand there, locked in a moment that feels as though it could spiral into either violence or intimacy—or both—at any second. There’s a shared understanding in your eyes: that you’re each too far gone into your own darkness for any illusions of normalcy. And strangely enough, that’s the one thing that binds you together.

When Hannibal and Kemp exchange another glance, you feel the tension mount again, as though they’re both inviting you to lean in, to let go of any last scraps of hesitation and join them in something that’s equal parts exhilarating and terrifying.

And so you do.

[ducksido]

Can I please have a serving of Philippino Yuu? Pretty please with cherries on top?

Philippino!Yuu

General Reactions

Grim:

“Why do ya keep callin’ me ‘gutom na ako’? What does that even mean?!”

Immediately obsessed with Filipino food.

“Oi, Prefect! Make me some of that adobo thing again!”

The NRC Student Body:

Confused by how Yuu calls everyone ‘Kuya’ (big brother), ‘Ate’ (big sister), or ‘Tito/Tita’ (uncle/aunt).”

“Wait, I’m your what now?”

No one knows what ‘kwento’ (storytime) means but they love hearing Yuu’s wild stories.

Crowley:

Tries to use Filipino words to sound cool.

“Ah, Prefect, you are truly astig!”

Yuu: “Sir, please never say that again.”

Individual Reactions

Riddle:

Learns about Filipino superstitions and immediately adopts them.

“NEVER put your bag on the floor, you’ll lose your money!”

“NEVER point with your lips, it’s improper!”

Gets very flustered when Yuu calls him “Kuya Riddle.”

Leona:

“So your family just takes in random distant relatives all the time?”

Loves how Yuu is too chill for drama.

Secretly loves Filipino food. Won’t admit it, but always eats when Yuu cooks.

Azul:

Tries to make a deal with Yuu to sell Filipino street food at the Lounge.

“I bet we’d make a fortune on isaw (grilled chicken intestines).”

Yuu: “Only if you don’t mess with the recipe.”

Jade:

“You mean to tell me your country has over 7,000 islands?”

Deeply interested in Filipino folklore about aswang (vampiric creatures) and duwende (dwarves).

“Tell me more about these elemental spirits.”

Floyd:

Thinks it’s hilarious that Yuu calls people ‘Tito’ and ‘Tita’ randomly.

Purposely mispronounces Filipino words just to see Yuu get mad.

“Oi, kamusta ka (how are you)~” says it in the worst accent possible.

Kalim:

Loves Filipino parties.

“Wait, your birthday parties have lechon (a whole roast pig)? That’s amazing!”

He and Yuu have barkada (squad) vibes instantly.

Jamil:

Suspicious of how friendly Yuu is with literally everyone.

“How do you have this many cousins?”

Secretly loves Filipino street food but pretends to be unimpressed.

Vil:

“Your country has Miss Universe winners all the time? Interesting.”

Deeply respects Yuu’s skin-care knowledge.

“Ah, yes. Filipinos and their obsession with aloe vera.”

Epel:

Loves that Yuu teaches him Filipino slang.

“So if I wanna say something’s cool, I say ‘lodi’ (idol)?”

They start casually throwing Filipino and Southern slang at each other, and no one understands them.

Rook:

Absolutely fascinated by Filipino mythology.

“The Tikbalang (horse demon) sounds intriguing. Tell me more!”

Insists on learning Tagalog just to flirt dramatically.

Idia:

“Wait, you guys have a wildly competitive gaming culture?”

Gets super into Filipino esports.

“So you’re telling me your country is obsessed with Mobile Legends? I respect that.”

Ortho:

“Did you know the Philippines has over 175 languages?”

Becomes an expert in Filipino history overnight.

“Would you like me to play some OPM (Original Pilipino Music) for you?”

Malleus:

“Ah, a country rich in folklore. Fascinating.”

Loves that Filipinos are respectful yet fearless.

Gets really happy when Yuu calls him “Kuya Mal.”

Lilia:

Tries to make balut (fertilized duck egg).

Fails horrifically.

“Lilia, that’s not balut, that’s a crime.”

Sebek:

Screams. Yuu screams back.

“WHY DO YOU CALL ME ‘KUYA SEBEK’?”

“WHY NOT?!”

Staff Reactions

Crewel:

Mildly impressed that Yuu respects elders.

However, bans them from calling him “Tito Crewel.”

Trein:

Lowkey loves hearing about Filipino history.

Lucius enjoys Filipino snacks.

Sam:

Immediately starts selling Filipino snacks at his shop.

“Get your chicharrón and polvoron here, my friend!”

Event Character Reactions

Neige:

“Wow! Your country has such warm people!”

Falls in love with Filipino hospitality.

Chenya:

Steals Yuu’s halo-halo (shaved ice dessert).

Runs.

Rollo:

Horrified at how chaotic Filipino culture is.

“Your country just has karaoke at every party?!”

Meleanor & Lilia (when younger):

Meleanor loves Filipino warrior culture.

Lilia fully supports Filipino rock bands.

More Random Filipino Yuu Moments

Barges into the cafeteria yelling “KAIN TAYO!” (Let’s eat!)

Teaches everyone the joys of Filipino street food.

Grim becomes addicted to taho (silken tofu with syrup).

Yuu never lets anyone disrespect their elders.

Crowley tries to get them to sing karaoke. They slay it.

[librarygarten]

#3 Chain x Isekai! Reader - You Play Their Games

Part 3 includes Twilight, Sky, and Warriors Part 1 ✿ Part 2 ✿ Part 3 (you are here)

When you first met the chain, it had quickly come to everyone’s attention that you already knew them. At first, they thought perhaps you had somehow heard tales of them, passed down through the generations. But you knew things about their adventures they hadn’t told anyone. You knew the names of people and places that surely wouldn’t have survived the thousands of years the stories would have taken to reach you.

You tried your best to explain to them how you knew what you did. Thankfully, you had your Switch, which made explaining what a video game was to them a bit easier.

Twilight

(Pretend his game is on the Switch. I think I heard it’s coming soon? At least people think it is)

He very quickly goes from slightly interested in your explanation to extremely worried. You know about his adventure. You know he can change into a wolf. He does not want the chain to find out about the wolf. He winds up so worried about you telling his secret (because you don’t really know it’s a secret) that he doesn’t really process the rest of what you’re saying. He’ll be concerned about his entire reality potentially being nothing but a children’s plaything later.

He takes you aside from the group the first chance he gets and basically begs you not to tell the others about his transformation into Wolfie. He’s grateful when you agree without question.

Because you can’t play Twilight Princess around the others without revealing his secret, Twilight never really gets a chance to watch you play his game. He doesn’t know how you view his adventure, so he can only go off of how you treat the chain now. He can see how much you care for each of them, so he never goes through the “are we merely playthings to them?” angst some of the others do.

Eventually, not being able to play your favorite LoZ game gets to you, and you sneak away from the group. You don’t think your presence will be missed terribly. It will only be for a few hours, there aren’t any monsters nearby, and the group has more or less settled down to camp for the night.

✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧

“What are you doing out here!?” You whip your head around to find a very out of breath Twilight behind you. You had found a nice, secluded spot of forest to play on your Switch in, figuring an hour or two alone while you played Twilight Princess would be a nice break from the normal camp shenanigans.

“Uhhh… playing a game?” You smile sheepishly, turning your Switch so that he could see the screen.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone where you were going!?” Twilight doesn’t look at the screen, instead focused on you.

“Because then someone would have asked to see the game, and we can’t have that.” You shrug. “Why? Is Time or Wars looking for me?”

“No, we just didn’t know where you had gone.” He flops down next to you, finally focusing on your game. “Did you come all the way out here just to play my game?”

“...Maybe.” He doesn’t miss the way your cheeks flush as you admit it. He tilts his head, confused.

“...Why?”

“It’s my favorite game.” You state matter-of-factly, turning your attention back to the puzzle you were trying to solve. On the screen, Wolfie and Midna moved around, jumping from platform to platform. “It kinda sucks I can’t play it around the others, though.”

Now, it’s Twilight’s turn to blush.

“Sorry… Thanks. For keeping the Wolf thing a secret.” He scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“Why does it need to be a secret?” You raise an eyebrow. “I don’t like keeping secrets, especially when it means I can basically never play Twilight Princess.”

“It’s… complicated.” He frowns, remembering how Wild had freaked out upon learning about his transformation. And Legend’s… dislike for the “dark” magic that allowed his wolf form. “The others probably won’t react very well.”

“That’s dumb.” You roll your eyes, still focused on the game. “You’re dumb.”

Twilight smiles at your jab. He remembers this feeling. He looks out at the trees, the setting sun peeking through the leaves. He always did find this time of day beautiful, even before it became his namesake. She would have told him the same thing you did, wouldn’t she? And of course, he would respond in kind.

“Your mother.”

“Real mature, Twi.”

Sky

You know what? Not the weirdest thing he’s seen this week. Very little reaction. He killed a god. You think this would phase him?

He just assumes the people who made the games in your world had powers to see the past and/or future and created games based on their adventures. Some of the details don’t quite line up. Some of the things they went through don’t appear at all in your games. Sometimes, things are added to the games that never happened in real life. (He remembers Wind howling with laughter as he watched you use a giant Cucco to mow down enemy soldiers in Warrior’s game.)

That being said, he doesn’t really see a reason to watch you play. He already knows what happened. He lived through it. It’s rather flattering that you seem to like his game so much, though. He gets a bit flustered when you mention off-handedly that it’s your favorite.

✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧

“What… are you doing?” Sky asked from behind you. You paused, your arm mid-swing. You had been playing Skyward Sword using motion controls and the sight must have been incredibly entertaining if it was enough to get Sky to comment on. Your face flushed as you tried to answer him.

“Oh, you know! Just… playing a game.” You smile, motioning to the screen. He raised an eyebrow.

“What’s with the flailing?” He steps closer, inspecting the screen.

“I am not… flailing.” You grit your teeth. You loved Skyward Sword. You really did. But the motion controls made you look like a complete idiot most of the time. You’re just glad Sky wasn’t there to see the time you were playing at home and broke a vase during one of the Ghirahim fights.

“This game uses motion controls.” You explain, and swing your arm. The Link on the screen swings at the same time.

“Your form is… a bit off.” Sky snickers.

“Fine. You try it then.” You huff, putting the controller in his hand.

“Sure. Prepare to be amazed.” He moves his arm, as if he were really holding a sword and not a small controller. The Link on screen completely misses the enemy. Sky scowls and swings again. Another miss. He keeps swinging, eventually his expert swordsmanship form devolving into what some people would consider wild flailing.

“What is wrong with this thing?” He finally exclaims, stopping his movements to instead inspect the device in his hand. He turns towards you, looking perhaps for answers to this conundrum.

He instead sees Wild, Sheikah Slate aimed directly at him. You have a similar, though slightly smaller slate. Both of you are smirking. Sky groans.

“How many pictures did you take?” Wild asks you, completely ignoring Sky.

“Oh, I took a video of the whole thing.” Your grin widens as you turn to look at Sky. “Your form is a bit off.”

“I hate you both.”

Warriors

He’s getting flashbacks. He lived through a freaking WAR and you’re telling him it’s a kids game?????? Noooooo thank u. He’s concerned that it’s considered appropriate material for children. Is your world so numb to the idea of war and bloodshed that children treat the War of the Eras as a game? What is wrong with you???

(Don’t tell him about the World Wars or the Vietnam War. Trench warfare, agent orange, etc. will only traumatize him further. Also maybe don’t mention the French Revolution because uh. He kind of likes the monarchy where he’s from. Just don’t tell him about warfare in general.)

He understands that you don’t view them as playthings now. He can see how much you care for each of them. You scold Wild for being too reckless, keep Wind entertained to distract him from homesickness, among so many other things. In short, you’ve proven to be a valued member of the team. But you still play his game. At night, when getting settled into bed. On long hikes, when the trail is wide and you don’t need to watch your footing. Any time Wind asks.

Warriors can’t bear the thought of seeing you reenact the war through the game. He still feels tremendously guilty for being the reason Cia began opening the portals. He still remembers the names of the soldiers that didn’t make it.

✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧

Warriors finds you hunched over your Switch, a notebook open in your lap, muttering to yourself. Leaning over your shoulder, he can see his Hyrule on your screen. He grimaces.

“Are you just going to stand over me or are you going to sit down?” You ask. He blinks. How did you manage to hear him sneak up on you? He was being quiet!

“What are you up to? This looks a bit more involved than a simple night relaxing and playing video games.” He motions to the notebook and the furious scribbles of letters he doesn’t recognize. He does not acknowledge your invitation to sit. He does not watch your screen.

“Going over fighting stuff.” You cross something out on the page, then return your attention to your game. “I figured since I had this game, I could at least put it to good use, even if you hate it.”

“I don’t hate it.” He lies, mentally kicking himself for apparently being so obvious in his dislike of your hobby.  “It’s just weird watching the war again.”

“Uh huh.” You’re not convinced.

“What do you mean by ‘fighting stuff’?” Warriors quickly redirects, hoping to avoid an awkward conversation.

“I’m taking notes of enemy weaknesses and the best way to go about taking them down.” You chew on your thumb nail as a character on screen strikes an enemy. “If that lizard thing can shapeshift into anything, we need to be ready for anything.”

“That’s… actually quite a good idea. Thank you.” He’s surprised at how focused you seem. Isn’t the game just that to you? A game? It’s incredibly strategic to study it.

“Don’t thank me yet. I still have to present to the group.” You flip the page of your notebook, revealing a sketch of a monster Warriors had never seen before.

“Present?”

“Yeah, like, catch you guys up to speed on EVERY monster and their weaknesses. The few thousand years between ya’ll REALLY changes them.” You flip a few pages in your notebook and hand it to Warriors. “For instance, this is a Pols Voice. Sometimes, sound can stun them, sometimes, a couple arrows take them out, and sometimes, playing a musical instrument makes them straight up explode.”

“What.” He looked at the sketches of the monster. A weird blob with large ears and whiskers. It looked harmless, save for the rows of razor sharp teeth it apparently had under it.

“Yeah. They’re only in Legend’s and Wind’s adventures, though.” You shrug.

“How long have you been working on this?” He flips through the pages of the notebook. He can’t understand the words, but there are many sketches of various monsters. Some he recognizes. Most he doesn’t.

“Uhhh, like a week after I got here? You all fight different things, and if we get dropped in an unfamiliar Hyrule, it would be useful to know all the ways the others have dealt with any monsters we find, especially if we get separated.” You smile and motion to your Switch. “Like I said, figured I’d put this thing to use.”

Warriors can’t help but smile as you take back the notebook from his hands.

“Do you need help? This seems like a very worthwhile side project.” He asks. You pat the ground next to you, reminding him of your previous invitation. And this time, he takes it.

[crazylittlejester]

Really sick gang unite...

Lu question. What are each of the lu boys like when like can't get out of bed sick?

AW NO NOT YOU TOO. I hope you feel better Major :(

Time: He lays there like hes already passed on. Completely still, on his back, eyes closed, is he breathing? You can barely tell. He won’t ask for things because he feels bad for being taken care of, so he lays there silently and accepts death. It’s always a pleasant surprise to him when he DOESNT die because hes not used to getting that ill and can convince himself the reason he feels so terrible is because he’s legit dying

Warriors: When he’s THAT sick he locks himself away. He’s seen what illness does, he watched half his troop get wiped out in the war time and time again, he refuses to get someone else sick. People argue with him because when he’s that ill he literally can’t care for himself but he won’t stop shutting himself away. Tho eventually it reaches a point where he can’t fend for himself and keep people out and eventually he does get taken care of

Twi: Lays face down on a pile of blankets somewhere and if he needs something he will crawl to it. The transformation SUCKS but sometimes being Wolfie and laying on the cool ground feels really nice

Sky: He’s dead he’s gone. He’s not moving. He can’t even open his mouth to argue when Zelda or Groose or literally anyone tries to care for him because he is DEAD asleep

Hyrule: There is no ‘can’t get out of bed sick’ for him because the guy will keep going until the gods take him or Legend sits on him. He’s fine, he’ll say, he’s been through worse. The others have to persuade him to sit the fuck down and rest

Legend: Tries to keep going as long as possible but eventually will lay down and just sigh. Theres a lot of sighing coming out of him when he’s that ill, and then it turns into coughing. He doesn’t like feeling useless and being cared for can sometimes make him get defensive, but if hes REAL out of it he’ll tolerate it (he likes it he just cant admit that)

Wild: Does not get sick ever. The others aren’t sure theyve ever heard him so much as SNEEZE. Is it just that he has some crazy immune system or is it shrine magic? Who knows

Four: Is probably the easiest to deal with, as usual, because hes self aware and not an idiot. He knows his limits, and yeah he feels bad people have to take care of him but he knows he can’t do it himself and he’ll repay them by caring for them when THEY’RE sick. Worst thing for him is not being able to read because his head hurts, so he’ll ask Sky or sometimes Warriors to read to him

Wind: Denies it until thats not an option and then complains and groans about it. If he has to be miserable then everyone else is going to know about it, but if he gets so sick he starts to get genuinely scared maybe he won’t recover, he goes very quiet and asks people to bring him things just so he isn’t alone

When any of them go from whining about being miserable to dead silent, the others know they’re SERIOUSLY not feeling good

[silver-the-pendejo]

The Legend of Tacos Dorados

Mexican Reader x Linked Universe Reader uses They/Them pronouns Dedicated to: @dia-oro Words: 677

Wild’s house in Hateno was small but cozy, its wooden countertops well-worn from years of use. The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the kitchen as the aroma of seasoned potatoes filled the air. Y/N worked with practiced ease, mashing the potatoes and preparing the tortillas, fully focused on the meal at hand.

Leaning against the doorframe, Twilight watched with his arms crossed, an eyebrow raised in skepticism. “So, let me get this straight,” he said. “You know how to cook?

Y/N scoffed, glancing at him over their shoulder. “Of course, I know how to cook.”

Twilight smirked. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Wild, standing beside them at the counter, let out a snicker but quickly covered his mouth when Y/N shot him a glare. “You trust his cooking,” they pointed out, gesturing toward Wild. “Why not mine?”

“Wild’s food is tasty,” Twilight admitted, choosing his words carefully. “But your’s? we haven’t seen you cook”

Y/N rolled their eyes, turning back to their task. “Well, you’ll see soon enough. These tacos dorados are gonna change your life.”

Wild, eager as always, bounced slightly on his heels. “Can I help?”

Y/N handed him a wooden spoon. “Mash these potatoes a little more, but don’t make them too smooth. We want some texture.”

As he got to work, the rest of the Chain slowly began gravitating toward the kitchen, drawn in by the irresistible aroma. Warriors and Sky stood near the table, arms crossed as they observed. Hyrule and Wind, meanwhile, lurked suspiciously close to the cheese.

Sky tilted his head. “Won’t frying the tacos make them too greasy?”

“Not if you do it right,” Y/N answered, grabbing a tortilla and spooning some of the mashed potatoes inside. With practiced ease, they folded it in half and pressed the edges together before carefully placing it into the hot pan. The moment it touched the oil, a satisfying sizzle filled the kitchen, and the tortilla began turning a beautiful golden brown.

The smell alone made Hyrule whine. “Can we eat yet?”

Y/N smacked his hand away just as he reached for some cheese. “Patience.”

Legend, watching with arms crossed, let out a skeptical hum. “This had better be good.”

Y/N didn’t even turn around as they flipped the taco, perfectly crisped on one side. “If you don’t like it, I’ll eat yours. No problem.”

Wild laughed as he finished mashing the potatoes, wiping his hands on a cloth. “They've got a point, you know.”

Twilight, who had been sniffing the air, finally admitted, “Alright. That does smell real good.”

One by one, the golden tacos were pulled from the pan, placed on a plate lined with paper towels. Soon, a towering stack sat before them, accompanied by fresh lettuce, crumbled cheese, sour cream, and the salsa he had made earlier.

“Alright, dig in!” Y/N announced, stepping back just in time to avoid being trampled.

Wind was the first to take a bite, his eyes widening almost comically. “Whoa! These are amazing!”

Hyrule shoved an entire taco into his mouth and groaned. “Why haven’t you made these before?”

Time hummed in approval, while Warriors and Sky exchanged nods of agreement. Even Legend, who had been the most doubtful, was on his third taco before he muttered, “Okay, fine. You win. These are incredible.”

Y/N smirked, arms crossed. “Told you.”

Twilight, still chewing, chuckled. “Guess we’ll have to take this recipe home.”

Wild, already halfway through his second taco, looked up at Y/N with shining eyes. “Can we make these all the time?”

Y/N laughed, shaking their head. “Only when we are in Inn’s and places to rest.”

Wild grinned. “Sure.”

The kitchen filled with laughter, the warmth of shared food and good company making the moment even better. As Y/N leaned back against the counter, they caught Wild looking at them with a bright, grateful expression.

And honestly? Nothing made tacos dorados taste better than sharing them with the people who felt like home.

shorter than normal but I didn't had a lot of ideas for this so enjoy :D

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[kiatheinsomniac]

𓏲𝄢 ˚ : · Hello! Dunno if youre comfortable with anon asks since it wasnt stated in your requests thingy, but I was wondering if you could do Undertaker (Black butler) with F! Reader who used to work with him when he was still a grim reaper (shes still a grim reaper) and the only times they meet again is trough coffee dates 😭 where they talk about things theyre doing now and sometimes reminisce about their time together back then. So sorry if its too sappy 🥲 –anon ✧ ˚ 　· 　　    .

──── 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 ˊˎ - ☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Undertaker | Adrian Crevan x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

You sit down opposite your old friend, in all black as usual. The two of you still occasionally meet up for tea or coffee and cake despite him having abandoned the profession in which you met many years ago. As of late, he’s still caused quite a stir amongst your colleagues though and you’ve been itching to meet with him in secret again like this. 

“How is it you’ve been gone all these years and yet your name is on everyone’s lips as of late, hm?~” You ask with a smile as you sit in the little corner of the café where you two like to meet regularly, earning a delighted chuckle from him in response. He looks different now from when you first met him: he’s more mindful to keep a low profile, his hair hides his eyes that otherwise pierce with an almost radium-like glow to them. Humans may not recognise it but any reaper like you would know his true nature in an instant. It reminds you to push your own glasses up your nose a little. 

“Perhaps they’re all just reluctant to outright admit that they miss the humour I brought to the job.” He suggests with a sly smile on his lips that seem to ever be upturned in a grin or open with laughter. 

“I don’t know about Will and Ronald but I certainly miss you.” Your reply is fond but tinged with a note of sadness. Despite the chaos he’s stirred in his retirement, he’s still a legend amongst your kind, but before he was a legend, he’s always been your best friend. He was there to put a smile on your face when your longing for death was cruelly returned with an immortal life of bringing death but never receiving it. It was a long time ago and you’ve since grown used to your new lifestyle but you know adjusting would have been far more difficult if not for his company. 

“You know my door is always open to you, y/n.” He replies as he picks up a biscuit which he dips into his tea. As tempting as the offer is, you shake your head. Living forever is difficult, and living forever without a set purpose even moreso; you’re not yet prepared to risk losing what you already have when you’ve lost so much to begin with. 

“Perhaps one day but that day won’t come soon, I’m afraid.” A waiter comes and sets a plate down in front of you which Undertaker had ordered for you ahead of your arrival. It’s your favourite dessert to order from here and that only makes you smile happily to yourself. You pick up the fork to take a bite. He shrugs and leans back in his seat. 

“Very well. I have forever to wait after all.” You can’t help but laugh softly at his words, at how he’ll always be there for you – it’s kind and sweet, so unlike how everyone at work is currently describing him, like a part of him only you seem to know. 

“Besides, I’m doing what I can for you from my side, you know? They’re all looking for you, Grell in particular seems quite upset. Something about her face?” You shake your head. She’s a vain one but all reapers seem to have their quirks, yourself included. Maybe death just does that to you. “Either way, I’ve been doing my best to keep them off your trail.” The Undertaker laughs at the thought of Grell having a vendetta against him for injuring her in a fight. 

“Well you have my thanks.” He replies, taking your hand across the table. His skin is as cold as yours when his thumb brushes over your knuckles. 

“So what’s your grand plan with these dolls of yours anyway?” You quiz as you take another bite of your dessert. “And how do you plan on keeping that brat and his demon off your back? I’ve heard he’s quite tenacious despite his young age.” 

“Well it would ruin the fun if I told you everything. Ciel might have cut my experiment short but it was a success nonetheless. And his demon shouldn’t be too much hassle so long as he’s concerned about the safety of his master.” The Undertaker replies. “But enough about that, how’s Ronald been handling all that extra paperwork?” He laughs at the thought of the defeated reaper having to document and clean up the mess he made upon the Campania. You roll your eyes.

“He’s not moving quick enough for Will’s liking and so Will is making it everyone else’s problem. You’re lucky we’re friends or else I’d hand you in myself if only to put an end to the papers on my desk that are giving me a headache.” You huff, a hint of playfulness to your voice, “Even reaping souls isn’t as exciting without you by my side, you know?” The two of you used to work so closely, examining reels and sharing queries about how they worked, observing the lives that faded at the blades of your death scythes. 

“All the more reason to come join me, dear~” He chimes. You sigh. It’s not that you don’t want to, just that it’s not the right time.

“Perhaps once things have settled down and we have a plan in place. If I leave, there;s be no one left to cover for us as I’m doing for you.” The fact he’s brought it up a second time makes you wonder if he misses you more than he’s letting on. You know he’s a man who lives his immortal life for curiosity and laughter, not one to be caught too deeply in sadness – not openly at least. 

“Well, until that time comes-” He lifts his cup to you in a sort of toast, “-we have an eternity of these days ahead of us while we wait.” You smile softly and raise your own cup too. You miss him dearly, your immortality no longer the same without his company.

One day you’ll work side by side again. 

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[corner-in-corner]

second part of Wolf idiot gang slice-of-life comedy: Baek Sang’s sense of fashion, Busan underground businesses, more wolves for the Wolf bro…

(and I checked names)

first part

who is who:

- Jinrang, feared gang leader from The Generation of Circles, is that Asian son you mom won’t shut up about. The ultimate ‘son of mom’s friend’ energy

- The boy—yes, the boy—is loved by everyone in Busan. Aunties are always happy to see him, pinching his cheeks and stuffing him homemade kimchi. Fishermen hand him the best fish steaks

- Jinrang strolls through a crowded market—gang is fed for the next week. Everything is homemade

- Busan’s communal adopted son

- On rare Seoul trips to visit Gapryong (Jinrang’s loyalty to Busan’s is greater than Hudson’s Ansan simping) rolls in silent and polite, arms loaded with goodies. Gapryong’s family, lovers, random pals—everyone get a treat.

- Seoul loves him too

- Universal Jinrang appreciation society

- Started smoking because Gapryong did it, all blame on him. Gapryong then got scolded by his wife, while Jinrang stood there, apologetically nodding.

- Somehow even Gapryong’s wife likes him, despite him being a gang leader. Is it his charm or Busan treats—unknown

- Side-eyes Gapryon’s “a true man loves all his lades” but keeps quiet out of respect

- Gapryong once told him, “Your fists are hollow.” Jinrang, deadpan: “I fight with elbows. They hollow too?” Gapryong’s still convinced he’s a moron.

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- Big brother to the gang—to all of the gang, even the ones older than him

- They run to him with problems, whinning, while he’s fishing, back turned. May add a word or two

- Somehow, everything magically solves after this

- Fight Jinrang one-on many and he doesn’t care. But try to fight anyone in his gang two-on-one and you are dead meat

- He’s strong supporter of fair, one-on-one fights. The only thing he took from Fight club was the actual fight club

- All of his closest gang members are fighters from the Arena that he defeated. Jinrang is that one guy who first beats you up and then befriends with you

- Jinrang’s way of making friends is pretty simple

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- Jinrang thinks Baek Sang switches his brain off in fights. Plot twist: Baek only turns it on around Hyung-nim

- Baek Sang is a HEAVY simp for Jinrang.

- Those fancy higher-up rings was Baek’s idea

- He makes all of rings himself (he learned to make rings just for this)

- Baek’s teeth were supposed to be… wolf fangs

- He wanted to look more “wolf-like” but ended up being “shark”

- Gang legend says Jingrang knocked them out—nobody dares to ask

- Reality is boring: Baek went to a dentist for grillz, but this drama queen overdid it—pure fashion madness

- If you had seen what he wore in pre-Jinrang era…

- He fought the nickname until Jinrang also called him shark (thanks to Hwang). So he became shark ambassador

- Post Baek-fights stress is real, his grins haunts gang at nights. Even Hwang Jungseok, tho he won’t admit it

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- Despite being called “Wolf”, Jinrang is actually somehow on goot terms with them. Maybe wolf recognizes wolf, nobody knows.

- When Baek was offended by the shark incident (refer to this ) Jinrang brought three actual wolves to howl with under Baek’s window. Problem solved, but Baek is still hated by his neighbors

- These three wolves are actually Jinrang gang members too, namely—Neukjang (old wolf), Neukam (lady wolf) and their pup Neukrin (baby wolf). Jinrang’s their honorary uncle. He keeps treats stocked for them

- Jinrang’s the gang’s cat—appears out of nowhere and then vanishes without a trace. Comes and goes as he likes, naps on roofs

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- Baek Sang absolutely sucks at fishing

- Hwang Jungseok stills believes in his fishing skills, but actually as bad as Baek. He blames it on his rod and asks Baek for his (you get the reference, yes?)

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- Jinrang can ride a motorcycle and both looks and does it better and cooler than Jaegwan Do and Hashik Song

- He also has a random connections in the motorcycle words

- Man has friends everywhere

- Sangjin Hyun is actually a PIANO PRODIGY and can play almost any piece after hearing it once. Maybe his fighting copy talent is just an extension of his piano skills

- By day, breaks faces. By night, plays Chopin (his mom is proud of his piano skills so she turns a blind eye on hobby of his)

- Baek once attended Sangjin’s piano concert and felt guilty for wasting such talent on fights

- Min Jihoon is the Karaoke Bar Casanova—all the girls love him. They gossip with him, hug him, and are always happy to see him

- Shin Arim, on the other hand, completely sucks at talking to girls

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- Baek Sang controls all business processes in the gang and has a passion project

- This is…

- A plushy wolves business

- Baek obsesses with them—checks quality, design, and every aspect of them. Zero profit, 100% hyung-nim simpness.

- Jinrang sends them to orphanages

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- The rumors of “psychopaths, ready to kill anyone, led by famous gangsta protege” are actually came from…

- Baek Sang, who went overboard (again)

- Upon hearing rumors, Mayor of Busan scolded Jinrang and told them to stop this

- They failed and it went even farther

[P.S.]

- Jinrang is bi??? (spoilers from 545 chapter)

- Or he doesn’t give a fuck

[skyward-floored]

Dawn part 4 analysis, here we go! At it again with my ramblings.

Starting off with THE GLORIOUS RETURN OF THE MAILMAN! The moment I saw the flag I was like :O HE’S BACK!!!

(I also got the blue’s clues mail song stuck in my head)

Hey look, it’s Warriors’ money! And the inkeeper who’s happily admiring the ridiculous amount of rupees Warriors now does not own!

Rip Warriors’ money. It will be dearly missed.

Also no vacancy?? I mean, it’s possible there’s other people staying there, or it’s just a small inn, but... it kinda looks like Warriors literally bought every available room there was. Mad lad.

I (like everybody else lol) took a crack at figuring out who’s signature was who’s, based on their respective game’s Hylian texts/scripts, order of when they got there, and the OG tags on the comic. So here’s my best guesses—

1. Time is first, which makes sense based on him being the one to take Twilight to the inn

2. Hyrule appears to be next— his games don’t have a written script, but the hylian here is close to Legend’s, so I’m assuming it’s his, based on the fact that he was part of the next group to get to the inn.

3. Four is who I’m least sure about I’ll admit, but seeing as how he came with Hyrule, (and he’s the only Link left I couldn’t identify at all), I’m assuming it’s his.

4. Warriors we know for sure, since the tags say this signature is his. He gets a shout out for being the only Link who can actually write in the lines.

5. Wind seems to be next, as his hylian is very close to what’s here (his signature partially obscures Warriors’ XD)

6. Legend is who I’m going with for this one, but I’ll admit it could be Wild’s since their script is pretty darn close. But once again, based on when they all got to the inn, Legend would make the most sense to be here.

7. Sky is definitely here. His hylian is very unique compared to the others (I think it’s my favorite)

8. Wild is probably next, but same case as Legend, they could be swapped. But once again, probably not, since Wild was the last to get inside.

9. Twilight bringing up the rear! His hylian is unmistakable, and it makes sense that he’d mark his name last. I don’t think he could handle it until he woke up that morning, though I do wonder which arm he wrote it with...

(Rip Mr. Mailman in trying to figure all this out)

Moving on!

It’s gotta be close to mid-morning by now based on the light, but Sky obviously does not handle waking up at dawn well. It’ll be interesting to see if he stays sleepy during the rest of this arc, or if he'll wake up a bit.

(Side note, Sky looks so soft and fluffy here, I want to hug him)

Sky is so relatable in this update, he’s got some serious “I have no idea what’s going on” vibes. That first one he's got such a deer in the headlights look XD

The mailman is just like “you! I’ve been looking for you! Great to see you!” and Sky’s just “I have never met this man in my life” (probably forgot he actually did see him once (because he’s sleepy))

Four letters, all different languages and dialects... I’m guessing at least one Zelda based on the seal on that blue letter (it seems fancier to me), but I don’t know about the rest. I would guess Malon for one, and maybe another Zelda? Warriors or Wild or Four’s Zelda maybe? Maybe Twilight got a letter from someone in Ordon, or the Resistance!

Only thing I do know is that there’s probably not one for Sky, since he wasn’t immediately like “letter for me! :D”

Four trying to do something nice and fix Wild’s sword and this guy just laughs at him, rude 😤 At least he didn’t make a short joke, which was honestly what I was expecting. I mean I get knowing that your equipment won’t be enough for the job, but sheesh.

(Also the blacksmith’s goggles look a bit like Gondo’s in skyward sword’s, plus the ones the rescue knights wear, thought that was interesting).

(Cool pose mode: engaged)

I love this panel!! They all decided to follow Four and help him out just like they did last time, fix the sword and get Wild a good, reliable weapon.

I’ve also never noticed how similar these guy’s hair looks before, especially Warriors and Hyrule’s— if Rulie’s hair was a little shorter and blonde, it would be pretty near identical. Very interesting...

(Plus Wind has the funniest expression, he's so cute)

We interrupt this rambly analysis to bring you a brief moment of me yelling about Warriors' smile ABHDGFSFKHSBBG LOOK AT HIM that stupid cocky grin and the way he's rolling up his sleeve I'm *swoon*

Four absolutely losing it over Warriors’ jab about teamwork is SO funny, Captain you have no idea how good your joke was. (also Four, bud, you good? Little hysterical there pal)

Also he looks so happy!!! Compare that to any of the faces he was making the night before, he's doing so much better. I’m so glad he’s happy and smiling now, even if it was just at a dumb joke :)

I don’t even have anything to say about this panel. Just look at it. Glorious.

And one last thing...

MULTILINGUAL WARRIORS HOLY CROW that's such a cool trait to give him, I am in love with it now that's awesome.

An amazing update as always, it was fantastic all around <3

[calisverse]

HEAVY IS THE HEAD: all these sentences had been taken from goodreads quotes source with the key word of : crown. change pronouns, titles, locations and names as you see fit.

“Truth is beauty”

“Do not wait for a coronation; the greatest emperors crown themselves.”

“A King and Queen cannot support a crown with eyes looking down. Their universe expands as far as you can see.”

“Rise, Luthiel, in the name of love you came and in the name of love I crown you!”

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown”

“He will be the destruction of the crown and the ruination of the throne.”

“A crown doesn't really do much of anything. Just sits on one's head, quite useless. Oh, I suppose it sparkles.'

“As long as you want the belt, don’t run away from the fight. Do what it takes to win the battles you face.”

“Just because a moth flies close to a flame and lives, doesn't mean the next time it won't catch fire”

“But what good is a crown when your head can't hold it? What good is a throne when it is a wheelchair? And what good is a king with no kingdom?”

“I wore my crown long before the king came.”

“I mean, power hungry has to be genetic. I mean, how he got that crown on his head so young? Fifteen is the youngest ever to ascend.”

“There are fireflies winking around his head, landing in his hair. A crown. His dive is infuriatingly graceful.”

“But men are shortsighted. Especially when a heavy crown is blocking their eyes.”

“The day you remove the crown from your head is the day you will become the real queen.”

“Illusion is the crown of the herd - kings that remain sheep.”

“A crown of feathers amidst the rugged terrain, an eagle's kingdom takes its reign.”

“Use your imagination. Wear your crown on the inside.”

“A queen is not made by a crown but by the fire in her soul. The Lioness of Bharat is a tribute to the fearless spirit that shapes legends.”

“A king is not his throne nor his crown.”

“On the night when the moons are under the veil of a storm, a daughter to the crown shall be born.”

“There is no crown without guilt.”

“Fear not the dead, fear the living...”

“. . . golden brilliance splitting through the clouds like the crown of a princess on her coronation day.”

“There's always something left to lose”

“A crown is both a great gift and an onerous burden.”

“Perhaps in another time, I would have considered what it meant to meet inside a broken crown. Today, I was too intent on who waited for us there.”

“Lucid dreams are the dreamer’s treasure.”

“It is spiritually wise to protect your crown. Do not allow everyone to put their hands in your hair.”

“Even when she's dethroned by hardship, she still wears the sun as a crown.”

“A crown of kisses to the queen of dreams.”

“A smart woman fixes her own crown and does not dethrone other women from their own glory. For she knows on her own, she is strong.”

“Does that mean you won’t be building me a castle in our new kingdom?”

“Because, your grandmother said I could be prince of the Enchanted Forest.  She’s going to steal me a crown and everything.  We have it all planned.”

“A crown of thrones and stars to show the world that we are as much of dreamers as they are but we are merciless and restless in achieving our goals”

“I think you underestimate the stubbornness a crown can press into a man or woman's mind.”

“A prudent woman wears her crown with pride. She believes in the power of love and she knows the value of her life.”

“If you don't take your eyes off the crowd, you may miss the crown.”

“Do not wear spiritualism as a crown to inflate your EGO....be mindful”

“She got an empty crown filled with lies and deception”

“Admit it, peasants… Could the usurper wearing my crown have pulled that off?”

“God will be attractive both in the cross and in the crown”

“That’s because the true power of magic is not to send random objects careening off across the room. The true power of magic is to make ordinary people bow.”

“I hold an old-fashioned notion that a happy marriage is the crown of a woman’s life.”

“As a king can wear a crown, a crown can also weary a king.”

“If you want to miss your crown, follow the crowd. If you want to wear the crown, go alone and be yourself.”

“Ah, Princess, a crown is more discomfort than adornment. If you have learned that, you have already learned much.”

“Cursed the crown that brought such grief to me”

“The greatest warriors fight not for crowns and splendor, but for love.”

“What you express in your character is what your lifestyle crowns”

“Who ever heard of a king without ears? Why, his crown would fall straight down to his neck!”

“A girl in a crown of stars was coming toward him, but before she could see who he was he slipped through his curtains of flesh.”

“Who in the universe halts when the enemy tells them to?”

“God has ordained you for your own assignment in the Kingdom”

“It's you, our queen with your crown, going into some body of water where we cannot follow you.”

“It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown...it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe... and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown?”

“I want something good to die for. . . to make it beautiful to live.”

[selenacosmic]

Since Halloween is close, I was thinking how do you think the warlords would react to an MC/reader who is really into spooky stuff? Like ghosts, cryptids, legends, haunted houses, likes graveyards, likes exploring abandoned buildings, etc

Since it’s almost Halloween, this is a great idea! Thank you for the request.

MC is into spooky things.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

He wouldn’t be scared of your stories, things that are supernatural aren’t more scary than the living, but he is curious and entertained by the tales you know. Nobunaga finds it interesting that you are so fearless over the unknown, which gives him more reason to take you to battle with him.

Sometimes he just likes listening to you ramble about legends and unsolved mysteries just because of how you tell them.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi.

He is partially concerned with your interest, believing some of your likings are too dangerous, like wanting to explore abandoned buildings. He isn’t one to believe that ghosts are actually real, but hideyoshi does feel uneasy about supernatural things.

He won’t admit it, but when you try telling scary stories, he does feel a bit scared of them.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

How brave of you, liking things like that and remaining fearless. Though, mitsuhide would love to tease you by spooking you, he also likes how engaged you are with these things. He is a mystery enjoyer, partially, himself, so he shares your excitement over them, though not in the same way.

He still tries spooking you by making up a scary story or legend, but always gets you excited about it instead. He finds it cute though.

Mitsunari Ishida.

Mitsunari takes enjoyment in solving mysteries, but mostly the more logical ones, he is still very happy to listen to you talking about the more scary and unsolved ones (though he can’t understand how someone can enjoy mysteries that haven’t been solved or are unable to be solved). He isn’t really that adventurous to explore abandoned buildings or haunted places, but he would tag along to ensure you would be safe.

Ieyasu Tokugawa.

Ieyasu doesn’t like the fact that he can be a bit scared of some things, like haunted places, but he would rather fight it than cower in fear, he believes it’s what makes him stronger. Of course, you babble about a lot of things that are unfamiliar to him, so he just lets you talk rather than pay attention.

He still tells you that it’s stupid to try and explore abandoned places by yourself, as a form of scolding, since an animal or dangerous person could be hiding there. But you always go there anyways, so he might as well tag along to keep you safe.

Masamune Date.

Masamune likes that adventurous side of yours, and how curious you can be, he gets even more excited when it involves scary things. He isn’t one to like legends that much, but he feels entertained whenever you tell him the ones you know, and scary stories that keeps people alerted. Rather than scared, he gets really excited about it.

Just for the fun of it, he would take you to haunted places that most people avoid like abandoned castles just to explore it.

Ranmaru Mori.

Ranmaru always feels scared of stuff like that, so he pouts and complains to you that you shouldn’t scare him like that with your stories and unsolved mysteries, he sometimes runs away if you chose to tease him about it.

In other situations, he might grab your arm for comfort whenever you tell spooky stories. He isn’t THAT scared, actually, but it is an opportunity to act cute to you.

Keiji.

Hah. He doesn’t get scared of your stories, and Keiji doesn’t fear abandoned places at all. But he does find entertainment when you tell spooky stories. Keiji believes that you are brave to the point of ignorance, since you have no sense of danger when exploring abandoned places or graveyards.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

Kenshin isn’t someone who gets scared, at least not by being spooked. He only feels fear when he feels like he might loose someone important to him. He doesn’t care much about mysteries, but will listen to you talking about it for hours on end as if he is listening to war tales.

He also doesn’t care much about exploring potential haunted houses, but the idea of being able to fight a ghost makes him excited enough to tag along.

Shingen Takeda.

Shingen enjoys seeing you getting excited about unsolved mysteries, solving cryptics and talking about scary legends. He can’t help but find it all endearing, a sweet thing like you enjoying such scary things? He is fascinated.

But he doesn’t like your habit of going to explore places that could be dangerous, as he does believe in the supernatural to some extent, he would rather you stay close to him.

Yukimura Sanada.

Yukimura does get scared, and he is terrible at hiding it, which makes it even more fun to tease him about it. The fact that you like all that creepy stuff only makes him think that you are a witch even more. He still tries to act tough so that he doesn’t let his weakness show.

He would agree to go with you explore a haunted castle, all of it to prove that he doesn’t get scared easily.

Yoshimoto Imagawa.

He isn’t a fan, mostly because he gets annoyed that scary stories do have an effect on him. He doesn’t do well with creepy things since he finds it unpleasant and that it ruins his mood. So he usually prefers to stay out when you want to tell another scary story of yours.

He doesn’t mind, however, when you talk about mysteries, mostly because it intrigues him.

Sasuke.

Being from the future, he shares your enjoyment for spooky things, Halloween and unsolved mysteries. He might be the best person to talk about those things since he will know exactly what you are talking about, and you can talk freely about stories that involve the future.

Exploring abandoned buildings is fascinating to him as well, since he enjoys learning about its history.

Kanetsugu.

Kanetsugu, scared? That is impossible. He is always cool headed, stoic and more prone to scare others with his fierce gaze than to get scared. He tends to scold you if you plan on exploring abandoned places or haunted buildings as it could be dangerous and that you shouldn’t be reckless.

He isn’t one to be affected by scary stories, nor does he take true interest in mysteries, but he does listen to you talking about them, even if he doesn’t really believe it.

[lemonxdaisybby]

How about the Legends and Ichigang fellas taking shower by themselves and with their s/o? Just anything that comes up

Hello! Thank you for your request! 💕 Some mild NSFW hcs, hope that’s okay x

I’ve just done Ichigang guys for now because I am v dumb and wasn’t entirely sure who the Legends consisted of. I’m not sure if you mean Kiryu, Majima, Saejima, etc, but also didn’t wanna make any assumptions incase I got it wrong 😭 I’m so sorry, please free to send another request in if you wanna add more characters for this hc 💕

Ichiban:

When showering on his own, Ichi would be a fan of cold showers. He has one each morning, and he finds the cool water tends to wake him up properly, and makes him more alert. He only really has warm showers if he’s feeling ill, or if it’s especially cold out…or if he’s showering with you.

He would be so shy the first time you shower together, as he wouldn’t really know what to do with himself, or where to look. He wouldn’t want to come across as a creep so would actively try to avoid looking at you at first, until you laugh at him and tell him to chill out. Then he’s gonna relax and realise he’s been overthinking the whole thing.

Sometimes, showering with Ichi would end in sex, and other times it would just be completely innocent, with the two of you washing each others hair. There would be no expectations.

You two would probably be a lil goofy in the shower, styling each others hair to make it stick up at odd angles, or creating bubble beards with the shower wash. Very cute and sweet.

Nanba:

Man is frugal, and very conscious of his water/household bills. Showers are gonna be quick, speedy and efficient. He probably would be eager to shower with you because firstly, saves on water and bills, and secondly, he gets to see you naked. There is no down-side.

Likely uses the most basic of shower products. He doesn’t really have a preference for shampoos, soaps or shower gels/washes, and tends to just get whatever is on sale.

Showering together would never really get sexual. Nanba can’t see very well without his glasses, so likely would be a little clumsy when showering, and is definitely not up for attempting to fuck you in there. However, once you two are out the shower, well, that’s another story.

Honestly, showering together would just be quick and no nonsense. There wouldn’t really be any goofing around. He’s there for a purpose, to get clean. No shenanigans.

Adachi:

Hums and sings in the shower. Also, he just really enjoys showers in general? He is so happy when showering, and will always have a lil content smile on his face. Adachi has super hot showers too, the heat relaxes his poor old muscles.

He likely prefers baths, to be honest. As he can just lay back and close his eyes, and maybe even have a beer whilst he bathes.

He has a yellow rubber ducky just sitting on the side of the bath. He bought it because he thought it looked cute and funny. He won’t admit it to anyone, but sometimes after a hard day, when having a bath to de-stress, he finds himself absentmindedly telling the ducky about his problems. He wouldn’t necessarily talk to it, but he’d kinda lean back and just begin venting, glancing at the duck every now and again and telling it how lucky it is, not having to deal with everyday shit.

When showering together, if it’s in one of those shower cubicles, it would be a bit squishy, as he’s so huge and takes up a lot of space. If it’s a shower-head over a bathtub, it’s less squishy but you two will definitely end up fighting about who gets to stand under the shower head.

Horny man, so he probably adores showering with you, and often it does end up with sex. He’d lift you up and have your back pressed against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his hips as he slowly thrusts in to you at a relaxed pace.

Joon-Gi:

Joon-Gi takes hygiene and beauty regimes very seriously. He likely uses the most luxurious shower washes and shampoos ever, and has a careful shower routine to follow. He showers every morning and night.

Showering with Joon-Gi wouldn’t happen often. Showering is like his chill time. He likes to relax, unwind, and allow his mind to go blank. He takes it as an opportunity to pamper himself too.

However, on the occasions where you do shower together, he would help you wash your hair and body. He would not allow you to wash him or his hair though. He’s very particular and likes to do it himself.

He would have been pretty bashful the first time the two of you showered together, not quite knowing what to do with himself, or where to look.

On rare occasions, showering together can result in shower sex, but most of the time, it’s pretty innocent and he’s more focused on getting clean.

Zhao:

Zhao showers every morning, and is likely still half asleep when showering. There has been the odd occasion where he’s almost dozed off whilst standing under the shower head, the feeling of the hot water cascading down his back almost sending him to sleep.

Definitely smooths his hair back under the water like one of those fancy shampoo adverts.

He does jerk off in the shower when showering alone. The hot water has him relaxed, and also it’s easy to clean up after.

When showering together, it’s always going to end up with sex, with only one exception - when you’re ill. If you’re feeling pretty sick and weak, to the point where you’re struggling to walk or carry out daily tasks, he will shower with you. It would be so soft and wholesome. He’d wash your hair and body for you, and then help you dry afterwards. He’d be pretty good at taking care of you when you’re sick.

Any other time you shower together, you’re gonna end up with your front pressed against the cool shower tiles or glass, as he thrusts in to you from behind.

[charlesollielandooscararthur]

Age Gap

Summary:Lewis and y/n’s relationship starts in secrecy, but as feelings deepen, they face scrutiny over their age gap. When he asks if y/n regrets it, She reassures him—this is just the beginning.

You never expected to fall for Lewis Hamilton.

Not like this.

Admiring him from a distance was one thing—who didn’t? He was a seven-time world champion, a legend in his own right, and effortlessly charismatic. But falling for him, actually being with him? That was something you never saw coming.

Yet here you were, sitting across from him in a quiet restaurant, your fingers wrapped around a chilled glass of water, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, the tension undeniable.

Lewis exhaled, rubbing a hand over his beard, something he always did when he was deep in thought. “You know people are going to talk.” His voice was soft but weighted, like he had spent too long thinking about this already.

"They always do," you murmured, tracing the rim of your glass. "Does it bother you?"

His jaw tensed, and he looked away for a moment, as if trying to piece together the right words. "Not for myself," he admitted. "I’ve dealt with the media, the scrutiny, the gossip for years. But you… You’re young. And people will make assumptions. They’ll call it—”

“A midlife crisis?” you finished for him, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

Lewis huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "Something like that."

You leaned forward, resting your arms on the table. “I knew what I was getting into the moment I started falling for you. Do you think I’d let a couple of headlines scare me off?”

His eyes met yours, dark and searching. "It’s not just headlines, y/n. People can be cruel. I don’t ever want to put you in a position where you feel like you have to justify being with me."

You could see the concern in his eyes, the way he was already trying to shield you from the inevitable. And maybe, in another world, it would be easier to walk away—to save yourselves the judgment, the whispers, the speculation. But what would be the point in that when this, you and him, felt so right?

"Lewis," you started, your voice softer now, "if you’re looking for reasons why this shouldn’t work, you’ll find them. The age gap, the media, our different places in life—there’s plenty. But if you’re asking whether I care? I don’t. Because I know what I want."

His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to argue, to say something rational, but he didn’t. Instead, he just watched you, his expression unreadable.

For weeks, you had danced around this—around whatever this was. The stolen glances, the lingering touches, the way his hand always found yours when no one was looking. He treated you differently, not just like some young girl who had a crush on him, but as someone he genuinely cared for. And that meant more to you than you could put into words.

"I know I might be younger, but I’m not naive, Lewis," you continued. "I know this won’t be easy. But I also know that walking away from you would be harder."

His shoulders relaxed slightly, his fingers tapping absentmindedly against the table. And then, after what felt like an eternity, he reached across the table, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"Alright," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then let's do this."

Your breath caught, your heart skipping a beat.

"Really?"

Lewis chuckled, shaking his head. "You don’t take me for a coward, do you?"

"No," you admitted with a small grin. "Just a little dramatic."

He laughed at that, shaking his head as he squeezed your hand. "You might regret saying that when the headlines start rolling in."

"Let them roll in," you said, intertwining your fingers with his. "As long as you’re holding my hand through it, I don’t care."

Lewis exhaled, a slow smile spreading across his face. And for the first time that evening, the weight of the world seemed to lift from his shoulders.

"Then I guess we’ve got nothing to worry about."

And just like that, the uncertainty faded, replaced with something stronger—something real.

Because no matter what the world had to say, this was yours.

And that was all that mattered.

The first few weeks after that conversation felt like a dream. It was a whirlwind of stolen moments, hushed phone calls at night, and lingering touches when no one was watching. But the world didn’t stay blind for long.

The first spark of gossip came from a paparazzi photo—just a grainy shot of you and Lewis walking side by side, his hand brushing against your lower back as he guided you through a hotel lobby. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the internet to do what it did best: speculate.

Then came the real firestorm.

"Lewis Hamilton, 34, linked to 19-year-old mystery girl—Fans question the 15-year age gap." "Lewis Hamilton’s rumored new romance—Is she too young?" "Seven-time champion dating someone who was FOUR YEARS OLD when he made his F1 debut?"

That last one made you roll your eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck.

"I told you," Lewis murmured one evening, flipping his phone face down on the table. His voice was calm, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he avoided your eyes. "People are already picking it apart."

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. "And I told you—I don’t care."

He looked at you then, studying you like he was searching for any sign of doubt. "I just don’t want you to feel like… you have to defend this. Defend us."

You squeezed his hand. "I don’t have to. If people want to obsess over the fact that we weren’t in the same school year, that’s their problem. I know what this is, and I know how you treat me. That’s all that matters."

Lewis let out a slow breath, his lips curving into a small smile. "You really don’t let anything get to you, do you?"

"Oh, I do," you admitted with a smirk. "But not a bunch of Twitter eggs who still live in their mom’s basement."

That made him laugh, the kind of deep, genuine laugh that made your chest warm.

But of course, it wasn’t just strangers who had opinions.

The first time you met his friends, you were nervous—more than you cared to admit. They weren’t just his friends; they were people who had been in his life for years, people who would see you and immediately think about the age gap.

And they did.

"I mean, she’s literally a child," one of them muttered under their breath at a party, not realizing you were right behind them.

You didn’t flinch, but Lewis did. He turned, his expression unreadable, but his voice left no room for debate.

"She’s not a child," he said evenly. "She’s my girlfriend. And if that’s a problem for you, you can leave."

The room went silent.

You could feel every pair of eyes on you, waiting for you to shrink under the weight of the moment. But instead, you smiled sweetly, tilting your head. "Nice to meet you too."

That shut them up quickly.

Lewis squeezed your hand under the table later that night, murmuring, "I’m proud of you."

You just leaned in and whispered, "Told you I can handle myself."

But not everyone was that blunt.

Your parents were skeptical at first—not because they didn’t trust Lewis, but because, well, he was 34.

"Are you sure this isn’t just… a phase?" your mom asked gently one afternoon.

You sighed, setting down your tea. "Mom. Come on."

"I just mean… He’s been through so much, y/n. And you’re still so young. I just don’t want you getting hurt."

You looked her in the eyes, steady and sure. "I know what I’m doing. I love him."

The words were so easy to say, because they were true.

Your dad was silent for most of the conversation, but later, as you were leaving, he pulled you aside.

"You know I trust you," he said quietly. "Just… make sure he knows how lucky he is to have you."

That part, at least, you didn’t have to worry about.

Despite the growing speculation, Lewis kept things private—until one day, he didn’t.

It wasn’t planned. There was no PR strategy, no carefully curated soft launch. Just an offhanded moment in an interview that changed everything.

"So, Lewis," the interviewer grinned, "the internet’s been buzzing about your love life. Anything you’d like to clear up?"

Lewis chuckled, shaking his head. "Ah, man, you lot don’t miss a thing, huh?"

The interviewer leaned in. "So is it true? Are you seeing someone?"

Lewis hesitated, just for a second. And then, with a small smile, he said, "Yeah. I am."

Twitter exploded. Instagram went wild. And your phone? It nearly combusted with notifications.

Lewis called you that night, the smile evident in his voice. "Guess the secret’s out."

"Yeah," you laughed. "Took you long enough."

He sighed playfully. "So… are you regretting this yet?"

You rolled onto your side, staring at the ceiling. "Not even a little bit."

There was silence on the other end, just the sound of his soft breathing.

Then, quietly, he murmured, "Me neither."

And in that moment, with all the noise of the outside world fading into the background, you knew—this was just the beginning.

[ducksido]

Jamaican!yuu? Pretty please with a cherry on top (and a nuclear bomb, but that’s secret) >:)



*eats the cherry and the secret nuclear bomb* "uh oh" *explodes*

Grim:

"Why does everything you cook burn my mouth?!”

Steals their fried plantains but regrets it when Yuu adds scotch bonnet peppers.

"What do you mean you talk to spirits like it's normal?! Don't bring any duppies near me!!"

Crowley:

“My dear Prefect, your culture is simply enchanting!”

Thinks Jonkunnu sounds “delightful” and suggests making a festival for it at NRC.

Tries to take credit when Yuu gets everyone to love Jamaican food.

Crewel:

Mildly horrified at how much spice they use.

“Your sense of fashion is quite colorful, I must say.”

Trein:

Deep sigh “I suppose another student who refuses to sit still isn’t the worst thing.”

Secretly impressed with their respect for elders.

Vargas:

“You race barefoot? That’s hardcore.”

Immediately makes them run track.

Sam:

“Oho! You like coconut drops and rum cake? I got just the thing!”

Already sells Jamaican patties at his shop.

Heartslabyul

Riddle:

“You talk back to authority so casually?”

Exasperated but lowkey respects how they won’t let anyone push them around.

Ace:

“Wait, wait—so you actually say ‘bun yuh’ when someone annoys you? That’s sick!”

Constantly asks them to teach him Jamaican insults.

Deuce:

“You learned to cook when you were a kid?”

Loves their home-cooked food and will fight Ace for a plate.

Trey:

Tasting their jerk chicken “Okay… I need this recipe.”

Lowkey starts making Caribbean-style desserts.

Cater:

“OMG, your accent is so cool! Can I record you talking?!”

Adopts Jamaican slang just to sound trendy.

Savanaclaw

Leona:

“You take naps outside in the heat? Huh. You might be alright.”

Likes their chill but fiery attitude.

Ruggie:

"You know how to cook AND hustle? We need to team up.”

Admires their resourcefulness.

Jack:

Confused by their love for dancing but respects their athleticism.

“Wait, you actually believe in spirits watching over you?”

Octavinelle

Azul:

“You learned how to negotiate from haggling at markets? Impressive.”

Tries to get them into a deal. They just laugh and say, “Nah, mi nah fool.” Azul is shook.

Jade:

"You eat mushrooms how often?"

Wants to hear about all the spirits and folklore they grew up with.

Floyd:

“You swim in the ocean all the time? Alright, let’s race.”

Absolutely steals their food just to see their reaction.

Scarabia

Kalim:

“Your parties sound AMAZING! Can we have a dance-off?!”

Adopts some of their slang because he thinks it sounds fun.

Jamil:

Secretly respects their work ethic.

“So you dance and fight? Interesting.”

Pomefiore

Vil:

“You use castor oil for everything? Hm… perhaps there’s wisdom in this.”

Compliments their bold, colorful outfits.

Rook:

“AH, MON CHER, SUCH A VIBRANT CULTURE! YOUR STORIES ENCHANT ME!”

Wants to hear every Jamaican legend.

Epel:

“Wait, y’all just casually climb coconut trees?”

Loves their rebellious energy.

Ignihyde

Idia:

“You talk to ghosts like it’s normal?! Nope, nope, I’m out.”

Thinks their folktales are terrifying but can’t stop listening.

Ortho:

“Your music is so lively! Can I try playing some?”

Diasomnia

Malleus:

Fascinated by their beliefs in spirits and protection rituals.

“Your name-calling reminds me of Sebek.”

Lilia:

“You have so many legends! Tell me more!”

Admires their storytelling skills.

Silver:

Confused but accepts being called “likkle prince.”

Sebek:

“You have respect for your ancestors?! Finally, someone with sense!”

Weirdly competitive about whose culture is more intense.

RSA & Noble Bell

Neige:

“Your traditions are so fun!”

Loves Jamaican desserts.

Chenya:

Steals their patties and runs.

Uses their slang just to mess with people.

Rollo:

Deep sigh. “You celebrate chaos?”

Terrified but won’t admit it.

More Jamaican!Yuu Chaos

Calls people “waste yute” when they annoy them.

“You call this spicy? Y’all soft.”

“What do you mean I can’t play music loud? Back home, the whole street vibes together.”

Tells duppy stories just to scare classmates.