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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 hours ago

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Pent Up 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you seek validation through online correspondence with incarcerated men, only for one to lock you down in turn.

Characters: convict/excon!Thor (silverfox)

Note: It's an addiction now.

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'I never thought I'd be writing to someone like you, but you've shown me a different side of things. I hope that my emails give you comfort and can help you through. Even on the other side, they get me through my day. I'm always excited to read when there's a ding in my inbox.

I hope you also enjoy the little bit I could put in your commissary. If I lived closer, maybe I could bring you something homemade. At the moment, bus fare is a bit too much for my pockets.

Anyway, signing off.

Yours,

Diamond'

You add a whole line of heart emojis to the email then hit send. You giggle and click on the next. You don't have the heart to copy and paste so you add a bit of variety to the next.

This one is... Thor? That's his name. He's a funny one. Considering he's in the pen, you're surprised by that. The others are so dire; pushy too.

You hit reply on his last email. Something about a fight and apologising for not replying earlier. He says he was in solitary for a whole week. That sounds miserable. The thought is enough to scare you straight. It's why you've never done anything wrong in your whole life. Until now.

It's not really wrong. It's allowed. It's legal. You're just sending messages. If anything, it's a community service. These men don't have much more contact than each other and that's a recipe for chaos.

You won't admit that other reason aloud. That tickly feeling in your stomach. When they compliment you, when they say they missed you. You can't help but smile, even giggle sometimes. It's nice to be appreciated, even if it's all a fantasy.

You'll never meet these men. That's the fun part. You don't have to worry about any of this. Maybe that helps. Maybe you think too much when you're face-to-face. That explains why every cute guy you talk to sees past you.

'I forgive you, sweetie. It must have been so hard in there. The important thing is you replied. I got so worried! I hope that after all that, my email can bring a bit of comfort. I have to be honest, I never thought I'd be chatting with someone like you. That I could find this type of connection. Please, take care and email soon.'

Another parade of emojis follows and you send it off happily. Now you just have to wait and see who gets back to you first. If it's Ernie, you're not sure you'll respond. He's been fixated on his cell mate and his emails are getting a bit scary. That's the other great part. You can always just delete and block.

The response comes an hour later. You're sleepy and ready to pass out. You read it anyway.

'You are so kind, my queen.' You giggle. Yeah, he calls you that sometimes. If only he knew you were sitting in bed with an ice cream sandwich wrapper and your cell phone. Definitely not queenly behaviour. 'I got through it by thinking of you, of dreaming of the day when we can talk face-to-face. Wouldn't that be lovely? For all my mistakes, I think they will mean something if you and me can be together.'

You make a face. He's so cheesy. You can't help but laugh again. You're not trying to be cruel, you do empathise with his situation, you can't imagine being in prison, but like anyone else, he earned his time. There's one last light.

'If it isn't too much trouble, would you kindly send a picture so I have a face to admire in my lonelier moments? I've attached my own. Forgive me as it dates a few years back.'

You're not smiling anymore. You haven't sent any of the men pictures. They haven't offered theirs but you can look up their mug shots easily. You hate to ruin the fantasy but curiosity has you tapping the attachment.

Oh. You're surprised. He's older than you in this picture and by his own confession, is more so now. But he isn't repugnant. Anything but. Tall, blond, thick! You don't know if you've ever seen a man that size.

Even in a suit, it's obvious that his arms are bulging and his chest is ripe to burst out as the jacket button clings for dear life. The photo is cropped so that whoever he took it with is out of frame. His blue eyes sparkle above a defined smile. Has prison worn down all that?

You squirm. Guilt needles in your chest. You could close out and worry about it in the morning. You shouldn't be that sympathetic. He's still a criminal. You can say no. Easily. What's he going to do about it?

What could it hurt? If he saw your face. It's not like anyone would know. That anyone would recognise you or that he could find you anywhere else. You keep your social media anonymous. You aren't like the influencers who get attention just for being pretty.

It's that that gives you pause. You aren't anything but average. It's easier to pretend you're some pretty thing as you message these faceless men. Well, maybe that's a good thing. Maybe once he sees you, you won't have to worry about all that other stuff. He'll cut you off at the pass.

The thrill of it overwhelms your reluctance. It's like gambling, it could go either way.

You start a new message. More meaningly rewording of previous sentiments. Nothing new. Then you scroll through your photo roll. You take a breath and press down on a photo you think isn't half bad. It's from market day you went to with your aunt. Not exactly cutting edge but fun. She snuck in the shot as you smiled down at your gooey cinnamon roll. The impromptu snap is better than most of your posed ones.

You send and quickly lock the phone. You shove it under your pillow and swipe up the wrapper beside you. You leave it on your night stand and sink down, your insides swimming with anxiety. You're going to regret this in the morning.

🎀

'Will you call me?'

The question makes you sweat. You don't know why you feel bad. You've said no before. To him. To all of them. You draw a thick line between your secret little hobby and your real life. You shouldn't have ever sent that photo.

Despite your regret, you smile. His response was more than you could expect. The praise! You don't know that anyone ever even called you cute but he as good as wrote you a poem about your beauty. You have to remind yourself, given his circumstance, he's starved. He'd probably think your nan is sexy.

Still, you're having a hard time typing those two letter; N-O. Thor is so nice. And he asked so sweetly. But you can't do that. What if someone found out?

This whole thing is starting to feel like a big mistake, but it's so much fun. When in your life will men ever be this into you? When have they ever?

'I could call' you type without thinking. What are you doing? 'Let me know how to do that and we can set a time maybe.'

Don't hit send. Don't hit send.

Email sent.

Shit. Oh gosh. Why did you do that?

You close your laptop and leave it on your desk. You need to get ready for work. You can't be worrying about a man you'll never meet. It's all virtual, it's not real. You'll be okay.

You get yourself together and brace yourself for work. You don't really like your job. You work the counter at a tech repair shop. Independent so it's small and slow. Your boss is a bit strange too.

The only benefit is it's close and it pays a few bucks more than the alternative. You're even allowed to work on your online courses at the service desk. Really, it's perfect. You guess you're just not happy with things being boring.

You blow over the lid of your Sailor Moon travel mug and knock on the door. Jensen lets you in with a grin and stifles a yawn in his elbow. You step past him with a sheepish smile.

"If it isn't the champion of justice," he greets smugly and locks the door. You won't open for another half hour.

"Huh?" You go to the counter and slide your bag onto the shelf underneath.

"Your cup," he crosses the shop. “I am Sailor Moon, the champion of justice. In the name of the moon, I will right wrong and triumph over evil… and that means you!”

"Oh, right," you snort at his cheesiness. "You have espresso or something?"

"Red bull," he admits guiltily.

"This early?"

"Early? I never went to sleep," he comes around and goes back to typing on his glowing gaming computer. "Couldn't let my crew down."

You could roll your eyes. All he does is play Fortnite or Halo. He looks like he does too. Yet, he's in here moping after every rare stunner that walks through the door. That's why you'er there. He gets all tongue-tied with women. Well, all of them but you.

"You should join the party," he suggests.

"Well, I don't really play anymore," you shrug. "It was only for fun. My siblings... like it."

"Oh yeah, how's the family?"

"Good, I guess. They don't really call."

Your mom's too busy rebuilding her life with your step-dad. Rather, building the perfect life she never had. You sigh and open up your laptop. You grab your coffee and sip. You're tired of being forgotten.

"Jake," you say, he winces at the use of his first name, "Jensen," you glance at him, "you're a dude."

"Yeah, I am" he answers uncertainly.

"Well, you might know more than I do. You know anyone in prison? Any guys?"

"What?" He exclaims. "Where did that come from?"

"Mm... I was watching a documentary last night," you lie. "About prison or whatever."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and about you know," you sway and look at your laptop. You're terrible at lying. "The women who like write to them or whatever."

"Ew, like the Ted Bundy weirdos?" He scoffs.

"Not exactly. I mean, none of them were murderers. I think," you shrug. "But... like, if you were in prison, you'd need that, right? I mean, it's just to get you through."

"I don't know. It'd be lonely, yeah, but like... what about after?" He scratches his neck. "I got a buddy who was in for a while but he's a good dude. He was only selling... stuff."

"Really?" You perk up, "he went to prison?"

"Well, he doesn't like to talk about it," Jensen says. "Why are you talking about this?"

"Making conversation. I was just thinking about the show," you sign into your laptop. "Just thinking... I mean, how do you even end up there?"

"Bad things. I learned my lesson when I was sixteen. I broke into the high school on a dare and the cops put me in cuffs for two hours. They let me go once I cried... I mean, I was a kid so..."

You nod and try not to show any judgment. That sounds about right. A notification pops up in the corner as Jensen goes back to the fluttering over his keyboard. You click on the email.

'I've been granted call-time at noon. You can call the number below and request by my inmate number...'

You quickly minimize and hide behind your cup as you slurp. Shoot. You didn't think he'd be so fast. A call at noon? You can't say no. Not now that he got approved.

Well, this is the only time it's happening.

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thecheshireprincess · 3 days ago

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The Game Itself

Chapter III: Nine of Hearts AKA You Won't Say You're in Love

A Chishiya x childhood best friend reader (Niragi's sister!) Series

Content Warning: Canon-typical violence, killing, mentions of blood and injuries (somewhat explicit), mentions of a tumultuous childhood, curse words, Aguni is so girl-dad coded and I refuse to write him any other way

A/N: I literally never want to see this chapter again 😵‍💫 idk what happened, but I blacked out and wrote like 7000 words and then spent over a week rewriting and editing it. I'm so sorry 🤣

Previous Chapter The Game Itself Masterlist

When you've finished getting cleaned up, you make no move to leave the bathroom; standing stuck in a silent face off with yourself in the mirror. Chishiya sighs, pulling himself off your bed and padding over to stand behind you. Though you're not exactly thrilled with his presence right now, he knows one easy way to return to your good graces and settle your fraying nerves all at once.

His left hand extends past you to grab your hairbrush from the vanity, the right gently finding purchase among your sleep tangled locks. Chishiya's touch is soft in your hair but efficient, well-practiced. Your eyes close involuntarily, your brief attitude quickly melting away. Both your best friend and your brother knew that more than just your hair would be tamed when they brushed it for you.

Once the tangles have been worked through, Chishiya begins a double French braid; working his long, nimble fingers down each side of your hair meticulously. You open your eyes again to meet his in the mirror, "are you sure you want to keep wasting your time in medical school? You could have a promising career as a hairstylist."

Your friend smirks in satisfaction at this, taking a beat before responding. He ties off the second side of your hair with an elastic and pulls both braids forward to sit in front of your shoulders, placing his hands against your arms. Maintaining your gaze and bringing his lips to whisper directly in your ear, "the only hair I care to be styling is yours."

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

It was the middle of summer, the sun's rays washing over you, tanning and freckling your skin. The hot air blew past you thickly as you ran the familiar path down the bustling street towards your favorite cafe with Chishiya hot on your heels. Thirteen years old and feeling so free; you don't think you'd ever known happiness like this. Niragi was further back, eyes trained on the two of you. He had long since stopped trying to keep you from racing in such a busy area, knowing that you'd never listen. Today was a special day, after all, and you were still so young; you deserved to celebrate.

Once the three of you were sat in your favorite booth, you were already eyeing the picture of the fat tabby cat longingly, "Niragi," you whined, attempting to draw his attention away from the flimsy paper menu in front of him. Niragi hummed, affirming that he was listening to what you had to say. "When can we get a cat just like this one??"

The man sighed dramatically, setting the menu down in front of him to meet your eyes, "Koko . . . We've talked about this . . ."

You interrupt what you know will be more of the same soliloquy as usual, "Yeah, I KNOW that technically our landlord doesn't allow pets, but Himari has like five cats smuggled in her apartment!" you cry. The injustice.

"Yes, well, Himari doesn't have to worry about staying in the good graces of social workers and receiving visits from them constantly," your brother reminded you, exhaustion obvious in his form.

"I know, but now! Now we won in court, and the social workers won't have to come visit as much, and we can get a secret cat! What could be better?" Chishiya smirked beside you, saying nothing but always on your side.

"Very sweet, but look, you've already got a cat companion right beside you," Niragi jests, trying anything to distract you from the cat he absolutely did not want. The two of you laugh, and Chishiya's smirk widens. Deflect and distract.

The kind-eyed - and super timely - waitress comes around the bakery case with your desserts just then, setting your honey toast in front of you. Your eyes grow as big as saucers seeing the sickly sweet substance in front of you, Niragi grinning brightly at your reaction. Saved by the dessert. He knew letting you get your treat before your meal was a great idea - he had once again successfully dodged the cat talk.

Sunlight streams through the sheer curtains covering your window, bathing your face in light like a good morning kiss. You begin to stir beneath your fluffy duvet, smiling lightly at the memory of your dream. You realize now, smile growing, that Niragi had not wanted that cat at all. Stretching your limbs without opening your eyes yet, you begin to think about the day ahead of you and what it might hold; if the sun had anything to say about it, it could even be nice . . .

Except you had ended someone's life last night

You shot straight up in your bed like a bullet, eyes wide open in realization; though you were in your own bed, you were hardly in your own world. Your sweet dreams had nearly wiped your memory of this sick place clean away, but it was all back now, hitting you like a freight train. Your sudden movement startled the sleeping man beside you and he jumped up too, obviously still on edge, "what happened?! What's wrong? Are you okay?" He moves to run his fingers over you, checking for injuries that weren't there.

You slowly turn your head to look at him, eyes crazed, "what do you mean, what's wrong? Everything is wrong! We don't know where we are. Where Niragi is! And I . . . I murdered someone last night!" You wailed, your adrenaline from the game clearly having worn off and allowing the gravity of your situation to sink in. "How the fuck am I supposed to live with this?" You begin running your now shaking hands through your hair.

Chishiya sits quietly, observing; just as you'd expect from him. Unemotional fucker. You want to slap the calm right off his face because damn it you are so upset. So angry. So scared. What you really wanted was to vent your emotions, to commiserate a little bit with someone. You didn't even expect a solution, just . . . someone to tell you that they agree how much it sucks. That they're scared too.

But you'd never had that, had you? Niragi deals with big feelings the way any decent parent figure probably would, he tries to fix them. He never just listens or lets you wallow in self pity; nor does he complain alongside you. If he were here listening to you now, he'd probably be on the phone trying to find yet another therapist. Good luck finding one in this fucked up world.

And your only best friend since you were old enough to crawl, the person you tell everything to and share everything with, is sitting right in front of you. But he doesn't complain, he doesn't tell you that it's okay because he's afraid too, he doesn't feel upset by this new world. In fact, you're certain he doesn't feel anything at all, ever. It's infuriating.

Chishiya places his hand gently on the back of your neck, cooing indistinctly and shushing you - his poor attempt at being comforting. You were already too far gone, losing yourself to the deep abyss of negative emotions swirling within you. You shake his hand off of you immediately, fury burning inside of you so brightly you can't stand to be touched. You notice a brief flash of something - hurt? - in his eyes as you push him away before his usual emotionless mask is replaced. This stokes the flames even further - couldn't he actually just be upset? If he yelled at you for being a petulant brat. If he threw something across the room and broke something. Anything to show that he was the least bit affected by all this, but no. You're really alone in this feeling. A sound somewhere between a growl and a sigh escapes your lips and you decide you both could use some space to process things.

You roll out of bed without another look at your friend and walk to your closet. You pull out a pair of leggings, a strappy mint cropped workout top, and a gray zip up jacket with a hood; it's obvious you'll need to be comfy and capable of movement in this new world, but that doesn't mean you can't look cute while kicking ass at death games. You enter your bathroom to change and get cleaned up, slamming the door shut to punctuate your continued annoyance. Your frustration grows somehow even more when you move to turn on the sink - nothing. Chishiya had told you the plumbing wasn't working last night, but you weren't in the headspace then to worry about things like that. The least you can do is change your clothes and assess the damage to your appearance. You take a deep breath and glance up to meet your reflection.

Sick. You look sick. Face pale, eyes red and puffy, framed with massive black bags; hair untamed and matted from restless sleep. You regret looking at all, truthfully. You don't suppose putting on makeup will do much good, and it's probably a waste of time in a place like this. A soft knock interrupts the self-deprecating thoughts blasting in your mind - Chishiya. You roll your eyes, but open the door for him anyway. You give him a blank look - if he could be cold, so could you. You can at least try. He hands you a few bottles of water, presumably to wash your face and brush your teeth with. You take them, saying nothing as you turn back to your own battered gaze.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel the same way you had in the cafe yesterday, tense. Good tense. Tell him. "I . . . you . . . we . . .," you sputter, unable to spit the words out of your mouth. You were short circuiting. It was like you'd completely forgotten how to speak the only language you'd ever known, and didn't have the letters in the right order. I love you. Instead, "I-i'm going to go check the other apartments in the building. There could be resources we need." And you run away from him. You are a chicken.

Chishiya is left standing in your bathroom, dumbfounded and still holding onto your hairbrush like a lifeline. For the second time that day - and the sun had just risen - he had failed to say the words that you needed to hear. He has never been good at saying the things that you deserve to hear from him, and he knows that.

I'm sorry. I know you're afraid, but I'm going to keep you safe. You did so well last night. I'm scared too. I love you.

The man doesn't know if it's the lack of a proper childhood and decent parents that makes him so cold, or if he really is just an empty human. But would an empty human be able to love you so deeply? And how was it that your childhood was arguably worse, more violent and tumultuous, but you were so capable of feeling and expressing and loving? He's faced this conflict with you for as long as he's known you, but now? Now he has to contend with the fact that either of you could die at any minute.

Now he could be running out of time to say it.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

It turns out that raiding the other apartments had been a great idea. You found tons of stuff - canned foods, snack items, bottles of water, medicine and bandages, and even . . .

Chishiya's favorite biscuits

The ones in the cute yellow bag with red writing. They were in Himari's apartment, and you beamed upon seeing them. Truth be told, you were feeling really guilty. Not only had you let your emotions get the better of you this morning and launch you into a temper tantrum, but you'd then made a complete ass out of yourself with Chishiya in the bathroom. Not being able to tell the person you normally told everything to how you really feel about them is truly debilitating. You wished you could get advice from Niragi about it, but even so, you already know what he would say.

First, he would laugh at you, "of course you're in love with him, anyone with eyes can see that. Good job figuring it out though, I'm proud of you." And when you'd express concern about your feelings not being reciprocated, he'd laugh even harder, "come on, Koko. He's even more obvious than you!" You smile, thinking about him. Just how had that man gotten so smart?

You trudge back into the apartment, accidentally slamming the door behind you. As you drag your haul through the long corridor, arms heavy with your loot, something peculiar catches your attention. Your school bag. While not necessarily out of place, how had it gotten there? You'd had it with you in the cafe before your world was turned upside down, but remember opting to leave it in the booth while you searched your surroundings. You scramble to pick it up and inspect it for clues you knew you wouldn't find. Niragi. He must have gone looking for you and Chishiya and found it. So he HAD come back here at some point.

But now where was he? What if he was dead?

"Chishiya!" you called out desperately to your friend, your awkwardness and avoidance of him temporarily forgotten.

It took him only seconds to appear at the bottom of the stairs, moving as stealthy as a ninja as usual. Maybe more like a cat. Grabbing a bag of the yellow wrapped biscuits and meeting him in the hallway, you hold them out to him, "truce?"

"I wasn't aware we were in need of a truce, Koko," he says slowly, taking the cookies from you anyway. "You know I'd never pass on an opportunity for biscuits, though," he smiles, eyes sparkling.

"Look," you say, pointing a little shakily at your bag, "I think Niragi was here looking for us before we got here. W-where do you think he could have gone?" A simple question, but behind your eyes was something not so simple. Fear. Despair.

Chishiya glances at the bag, then back to study your face. He could see that you're already thinking the worst, so he shakes his head before attempting to comfort you. "His thought process is probably to try and find you in a game. The arenas are all over the city, and it would be unwise to come all the way back over here if he was drawn to a game across the city," he reassures you. "We have six days on our Visas, we should work on finding as much information about our new home as we can." Deflect and distract. Just as Niragi always had about that cat you wanted.

You nod, having had similar thoughts. You got a lot of good information from the players last night, but there was still so much you didn't know. The magician that had played against Chishiya provided some insight into the ranking system; the numbers 1-10 did indeed represent difficulty, which you had already guessed. The suit? Represents the type of game that would be played: Diamonds for Intelligence, Spades for Physical, Clubs a Team Challenge, and Hearts . . . Well hearts were special. Hearts were a game that forced you to play with the heart and emotions of another, and maybe even yourself. You shuddered thinking about the magnitude of a hearts game, hoping with your entire being you'd never end up in one.

And then of course, the man you'd had to shoot had explained the Visa system to you. Linked to the difficulty of the game, you earned days on your Visa equal to the number on the card. You and Chishiya had already earned six days. Thinking on it, you'd hate to play in one of these death games and earn one or two measly days, that hardly seemed worth it.

"We should explore the city. It would be really beneficial to be able to predict which arenas would produce which suits," you interject, "we can chart a map and start looking for patterns." Chishiya nods in agreement, already munching on his cookies and dropping crumbs on his shirt. "It looks like you got us set up with resources already, but we can also make note of places that are good for future supply runs," he observes, eyes glancing over the bags stuffed full with the items you'd chosen.

And so for five days, the two of you do just that. Every morning, you eat breakfast and get ready for the day, pack your backpacks full of supplies, and head out to a different area of the city to investigate and work on your map. You find tons of game arenas, sometimes waiting to talk to the remaining participants after they finish to find out if your predictions were correct. It became somewhat of a fun competition between you and Chishiya - seeing who could predict the highest number of them correctly. It provided you the distraction you so desperately needed, and you were grateful for having had a little while to get settled in a new routine with your best friend.

By the time your Visas are about to expire, you've gotten pretty accurate with three of the four suits. Unsettlingly, though, you were almost never able to accurately predict where Hearts games would pop up. Thinking about it made the gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach grow. It would never be safe to play a game with Chishiya. You've also been unable to locate Niragi, and he hasn't returned to the house either. Chishiya does what he can to keep you busy from worrying about it, but even he is starting to feel concerned about your brother's whereabouts.

Too soon for your liking, it's time to leave the apartment to renew your Visas. You're more well-equipped and informed this time, so you should feel confident. Instead, you feel sick at the thought of being separated from Chishiya after spending so much time with him over the last couple of days. It's been nice. Really nice.

"Since we won't be playing together tonight, let's plan to meet back up here after we win," Chishiya suggests assuredly, pulling your mind back to the present. You nod, though with a little hesitation. Your friend notices and sighs, "I promise you that I'll come back. I won't leave you here, not ever." You blink, tears threatening to form.

Chishiya looks back at you expectantly. Calm. "I promise to come back too," you ascertain, letting out a breath and forcing the tears down, "it'll be just a couple of hours." Who are you trying to convince, him or you? He nods, smiling. A rare, real smile.

Your eyes trail over his face, studying him a little longer before the two of you need to leave to make it to your games. As tough as you're trying to be, you momentarily allow your emotions to get the best of you, throwing your arms suddenly around his neck to bury your face into his soft hoodie. The force you've thrown yourself at him threatens to send you both tumbling to the floor below you, but he steadies you with ease. Chishiya usually isn't big on physical touch, but with you, it's always felt natural. Enjoyable, even. His arms snaked around you and pulled you tightly to him, squeezing as much comfort into your body as he has to offer.

A minute or two passes and he whispers in your ear, "let's get going, hm?" The man hummed, gently rubbing circles into the spot between your shoulder blades, "the quicker we get it over with, the quicker we'll be back here." You nodded from your place still tucked into his shoulder, sighing. You can do this.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

The early evening air is cool, brushing against the exposed skin of your face and neck and making you shiver. You look up to study the sky above you, the stars already starting to peek out among the pink and orange canvas of the sky. You had never had the privilege of seeing the stars glimmer so brightly above Tokyo, you felt them take your breath away. Stunning.

You continue walking in the direction of the abandoned community center you had scouted as a game arena earlier today. Chishiya was heading the opposite direction - toward the library you always studied at together. There were games lighting up all over the city, every night. This was the first time you were personally testing your game arena predictions, a higher stakes competition between the two of you. You hoped you were right.

The community center stood tall above you, covered in foliage and vines that you were certain hadn't been there before. Time flows differently here, you knew that with certainty - otherwise you should have run into Niragi the first night you arrived, and the fresh foods should have survived longer than what felt like a few hours to you. Nature was already beginning to reclaim the land; it was partially beautiful and partially unnerving.

[Game Arena - 5:00 Minutes Until Registration Closes]

[Players Required: 12]

You took a deep breath just before you pushed open the flimsy doors to the center; you'd been hoping for a Spades game when you chose this arena. Please let it be ANYTHING but a Hearts game. You yank the hood of your gray jacket over your head and steel your face. Emotionless.

Entering the dimly lit and sparsely decorated lobby of the building, you immediately take note that the front desk is holding the phones, One Per Person, same as before. This time though, they aren't alone. Your blood runs cold; a variety of weapons and an old fashioned lantern lay ominously beside them. There is already a large group of people waiting for registration to close, though most don't even look up at you as you enter. Off in their own worlds panicking probably, which is exactly what you wanted to do too. You approach the desk to grab your phone and suddenly feel eyes burning on you. You decide not to glance around, but if you had you'd have noticed an intimidating presence studying you. Trying to decide if you were the person he had been hunting for the last week.

[Identity Verification in Progress . . .]

Just as before, the phone correctly provides your information. You aren't surprised, but it still gives you an uneasy feeling. Another question on your list - how did they know your name and face? Government records?

[Registration Closes in 4:00 Minutes]

You put the phone nonchalantly in your pocket and move to sit in the row of seats normally reserved for parents waiting for their children performing activities at the community center. You slump down low, allowing your head to fall against the rigid backrest of the chair in thought. You'd taken swimming and gymnastics lessons here since you were really little, as long as you can remember. And Niragi, he'd always been here. Waiting for you. Always waiting, always supportive. You missed him.

You look to the seat on the end of the row, the one he'd always be sitting in. He liked to be as far away from the other guardians as possible. Instead, you now find a large, muscular man sitting there. Hair cropped short, close to his head. Staring right at you. You're surprised when you accidentally make eye contact with the older man, looking away quickly as if you'd been the one caught staring. His eyes continue to burn a hole in your head.

You peek up now to study the others gathered in the space. You notice the staring man has a partner, both of them wielding large guns. They are talking lowly between them, both with their eyes on you. Weird. Chishiya would urge you to ignore them, whatever they wanted from you was not in your best interest. Across from you was a group of three girls, likely in their 20s. You decided they must have been a group of friends from the original world. Your heart sank for them, because you knew what it was like having to play in a death match with someone you cared about. Loved.

A little girl with curly pigtails, likely only ten or eleven stood with an older gentleman. A grandfather and his granddaughter? Now your heart was pounding. It seemed children would not be exempt from the cruelty of this land. A man stood propped up against the bulletin board, wiry hairs sticking out all over the place. His gaze was crazed, looking all over the place, at you and the others. This was not his first game. But it could be his last. And yours.

You watched as another group of three waltzed into the center, the final three needed to start the game. Like the girls, you predicted that they were friends before coming here. They must have forgotten themselves for a moment, because despite being about to register for a literal death match, they walked up to said group of girls to flirt. You scoffed, but simply lowered your gaze to the floor. You don't know them.

[Registration is Now Closed]

[Difficulty: Nine of Hearts] Your pulse rushed in your ears and you couldn't hear for a moment. The one suit you hadn't wanted . . . And at a nine? What the fuck. Seriously?

[Game: Underground Gathering]

[Rules: Three players will act as the persecutors, guarding the torch from the gatherers. The gatherers will attempt to gain access to the torch and gather safely around it in their designated sanctuary. Unlocked rooms in the building are a safe haven for gatherers, but persecutors have free reign of the hallways and can capture gatherers that are running between safe spaces. Weapons are allowed and encouraged]

[Clear Condition: Gatherers - Obtain access to the torch and have all remaining players gather around it in the sanctuary.

Persecutors - Prevent the gatherers from getting the torch and gathering, at all costs; to win, persecutors must have an equal number or more players on their side]

[Game Over: Gatherers will receive a game over if they fail to bring their torch and all remaining members of the party to gather in the sanctuary within the time limit. Persecutors receive a game over if the gatherers succeed within the time limit, or if they are unable to capture enough gatherers]

[Time Limit: Two hours]

You shrunk further into your hood, breathless. The players assigned to the role of persecutor would be forced to kill off the others, that's what the weapons are for. Not only do they have to prevent the stealing of the torch, but they also had to eliminate players to be equal to or less than the three on their side. At least six people would have to die tonight for the persecutors to win. Being a gatherer would be easier, but certainly not without its struggles.

The cheerful voice you hated so much rung out once more, interrupting the war in your mind. [Your roles will now be assigned]

Your phone chimed, pulling it slowly out of your pocket with a sick feeling in your stomach, you see:

[You are a persecutor. Take the torch, grab a weapon, and proceed to the kitchen as your starting position. Good luck.]

You could have fallen to the floor in despair reading these words. How the fuck were you going to kill off six people tonight when killing even one was the worst thing imaginable just a few days ago? Emotionless. You have to stay calm.

You nod to yourself, standing from the chair and approaching the table holding the weapons. Unexpectedly, the power goes out entirely, causing the players around you to scream. Of course, another twist. It would be far too easy if everyone could see properly.

Using the light from your phone, you survey the options available. You didn't think you had it in you to stab someone to death so you chose a rifle. Grabbing the torch, now lit on the corner of the same desk, you begin trudging slowly toward where you knew the kitchen to be.

You were lucky Niragi had insisted on you spending so much time on activities in this building, being able to navigate would surely help your mission. What would he think of what you were being forced into? Would he be disappointed by having a murderer for a little sister?

You reach the kitchen in no time, placing the torch in the middle of the rounded metallic island. The object bathed the dark room in a warm light, glinting off of the shiny, sterile objects all around you. You settle the heavy rifle against your shoulder and lean up against the cool metal, waiting. You were starting to feel a little numb, knowing what would have to transpire in the next two hours.

The swinging wooden door is slowly pushed towards you, allowing your partners in crime to enter. You don't move an inch, but flick your gaze up to see who it was - your heart constricts when you see the older gentleman - the grandfather of the little girl - and the muscly looking guy. The one who was staring holes in your head in the lobby. Wonderful.

The younger man breathes a sigh of - relief? - upon seeing you standing there. This only serves to confuse you further, just who the hell was this guy? Maybe your emotionless act was better than you thought, and the man thought you'd be a good teammate? You lower your gaze back to the floor without a word.

[Game Start] The robotic voice chirps.

Here we go. In two hours, you could be out of here and on your way back to Chishiya. You can do this. Stay cold, stay numb. Do what you have to do.

"Okay, you two. We need to devise a plan," you hear your voice commanding, as though it was separate from the rest of you. "At least six people on the opposing team are going to have to die, AND we need to stop them from bringing the torch to their sanctuary."

Neither of the men move to answer you, so without looking up from the floor, you continue "I'm positive that the pool is their sanctuary. It's at the furthest point away from here. To make things more difficult, you know? A further distance to travel once you've gotten the target. We should split up. One person to guard the torch, and the other two to capture." Your voice sounds cold and calculated. You'd be impressed by you if you were hearing yourself.

The younger man hums in agreement, without saying much more. Not a big talker, you presume. The older gentleman agrees too, "I'm not as young as the two of you. I should stay with the torch," he suggests.

You grab your rifle and push back through the double doors of the kitchen, a silent agreement with his offer. Though your heart is racing, you know you need to stay in character. Fake it til you make it, right? The military like man is hot on your heels, ready to clear the game too.

Walking quickly through the halls, you are on red alert for the other team. It was imperative that you caught them in the hallway as soon as possible, or they could run the time down hiding in their safe zones. You can only see by the sparse emergency lights placed strategically along the floor and the small light from your phones, but you know the man is looking at you again. You look up to meet his eyes this time and sigh. He opens his mouth, and the most shocking thing that could have happened to you does. He says your name. Quietly at first, like a question. When you react, obviously stunned, he says it again. More sure this time.

You know in the back of your head that you should be cautious with this, but the man IS on your team for this game, whether you like it or not. "How did you . . .?" you whisper. He nods knowingly, "I've been looking for you. Turning the city upside down to find you." And now you're scared, but have to know. "But why? How did you know to be looking for me?"

"Your brother. He is willing to burn all of Tokyo down to find you, I swear he's getting closer to it every day, " he says lowly. Your ears perk up and if you weren't in the middle of a death match, you would soar with joy. "Niragi? You know him? He's safe?" You're a little disturbed that Niragi had made friends with anyone, let alone a guy like this, but you couldn't be happier to hear that he's ALIVE and has been looking for you too.

He nods once. "I've promised to get you to him, so we need to focus on clearing this game," his gruff voice sounds. You hum in agreement, looking at him expectantly. His eyebrows knit in confusion at the way you're looking at him. "You know my name, and we're about to kill a lot of people together. You could at least tell your name too," you say sharply.

"Aguni," he responds quietly. Definitely not much of a talker.

It's then that you hear a sound, one of the gatherers. The man glances at you once before taking off stealthily down the hallway toward it. You're surprised that he's able to move like that looking the way that he does. Suddenly the building is way too quiet, and it feels like you're being suffocated by the silence. You hear a short, masculine scream, a crack, and then nothing. You clasp your hand over your mouth to keep from screaming out yourself, finding the wall and leaning your weight on it for a moment.

[A gatherer has been captured, 8 gatherers remaining; 3 persecutors remaining] You know you need to keep moving. The gatherers can only be killed in the hallways, and there is still a lot of work to do to ensure your victory.

You meet Aguni at the intersection of two hallways, "You should go back to the torch," he whispers, momentarily confusing you. "I don't think the old man can handle it and our job will be harder if they get it," he whispers, turning you back around the way you'd just come. He wouldn't say it, but he was trying to spare you the pain of having to kill a lot of people, you knew that.

[Two gatherers have been captured, six gatherers remaining; three persecutors remaining]

You'd just walked away from Aguni, so you knew that must mean the older man was under attack. You begin sprinting, as quietly as you can, throwing the swinging door open just in time to watch the old man drop to the floor, dead, his granddaughter sobbing hysterically beside him. She was holding onto the torch like a lifeline, two of the men from the group of friends on either side of her, trying to pull her out the back entrance.

You freeze. She was a child and you couldn't just shoot her. Of course you couldn't. But you needed to try to at least capture the men that had used her as bait against her grandfather. A hearts game, indeed. As soon as the little girl was out of the way, you took aim, dropping both men to the ground in a single shot each. If you weren't right on the edge of throwing up, you'd almost be proud of your accuracy.

It's then that the robotic voice sounds out, surrounding you on all sides [The gatherers have captured the torch, four gatherers remaining; two persecutors remaining, one hour left]

You dash madly through the kitchen and towards the back entrance the little girl had gone through, slipping through the puddles of blood coating the floor. You were certain that the three remaining adults with her would be close by, and you had to try to take at least two more out AND prevent them from gathering. You were exhausted.

You creep along the empty and dark corridor towards the pool, careful to control your breathing. This side of the building is decidedly darker and creepier, and you have to steel your mind again to keep from panicking. You can hear feminine whispers coming from a nearby room, the nursery; it must have been two of the remaining girls from the former group of three. You wanted to feel bad for them, knowing they'd just lost one of their friends. You don't have the energy right now. You press your body up against the wall furthest from the classroom and slip silently past, wanting to measure just how much further the pool was. You walk a few steps around the curve before seeing the beginnings of blue glow from the pool reflecting on the floor and ceiling. It's then that you accidentally drop your phone out of your jacket pocket, making entirely too much noise for such a quiet environment. Fuck.

You hear the girls gasp and shush each other in turn, they know you're out here now. A standoff. You won't be lucky enough to catch them off guard while running towards the pool now. It will be a fight to the death then.

Time is ticking down, and the two twenty year olds are still sitting in the nursery. You pace back and forth, knowing your hands are tied. After a few minutes, you turn your back to the room to take a quick glance into the pool; the little girl was in there with the torch in the gathering spot, and one man is circling the perimeter. The man that had arrived with Aguni. You couldn't allow the two girls to get past you to the gathering spot. But you also couldn't let the girls die, and the man get to the gathering spot. Your victory was in a precarious position now.

Without warning, an unfamiliar weight hits you in the back, sending you and another person sprawling to the floor - one of the girls. Standoff over. You saw a brief flash in the blue light emanating from the pool, she had a knife. A large one. Using both legs, you forcefully kick her away from you and scramble to your feet. You'd almost forgotten about the second girl, until she yanks your gun wielding arm behind you, twisting so hard to get you to release the weapon you hear a sickening pop and cry out.

You're still holding on for dear life to your weapon, so the first girl comes flying toward you in tears, using all her might to slice her knife across your midsection. Whimpering out again and seeing white blind your vision, you know you won't be able to stop the girls from joining the rest of the team. You feel like you're falling in slow motion as the girls push you away from them and move to enter the pool.

Just then, two shots ring out and you just barely see their bodies crumple like used napkins to the floor. Aguni.

"They can still win, Aguni," you sputter out to the man, "all he has to do is make it to the center of the room with the little girl." As luck would have it, the man was too curious for his own good. He came storming out of the pool room, the door opening to allow the air thick with humidity and chlorine to blast you in the face. Aguni stood waiting for him with his gun raised, the man looking at him in shock. Right, they were friends or something. You're having a hard time keeping your eyes open to watch what's happening as the pool of blood beneath you grows. You aren't exactly a doctor yet, but you know that's not good.

[Two minutes left]

You can hear the two men throwing punches above you. Someone's gun goes flying across the room, ricocheting off of the glass wall that looks into the pool. You spend a solid minute trying to push yourself up to sitting, you need to help Aguni. Your stomach turns when you hear the sickening crack of the man hitting Aguni in the head and sending him unconscious to the floor. The man turns to limp slowly back into the pool. Fuck. They're going to win. You and Aguni will die.

[Thirty seconds left]

But your rifle is still laying on the floor next to your hand, and you don't want Aguni to die because you chose to give up. You still haven't confessed your love to Chishiya. You haven't seen your brother one last time. You wanted to live.

Your adrenaline allows you to pull yourself all the way up, charging into the pool room. The little girl must have left the safety zone to help guide the limping man to the middle of the room. A true miracle. You raise your rifle for what you hope is the last time, and pull the trigger without hesitation to drop the man to the ground.

You realize then that the little girl could win alone, being the last of the gatherers alive. She realizes too, and starts running back towards the torch. Your vision starts to blur with tears and the static that tends to accompany passing out as you watch her little legs get closer to the circle. You allow your body to collapse once more to the floor, there was no way you were going to kill that girl. It was time to accept your fate.

[Time is up, the gatherers failed to gather with their torch in the time allotted. Game clear for the persectors, congratulations] You felt hot tears start to cascade down your cheeks. You cried even harder as the red laser shot down from the sky, you knew what that meant without even looking. Thank goodness you couldn't look. Your breaths were beginning to feel shallower, you were losing too much blood. But Aguni would get to live, you hadn't let him down.

You don't know how long you lay there after being given the game clear. Your shoulder is 1000% dislocated and your bleeding hasn't stopped. You try to drag yourself towards where you knew Aguni had fallen in the hallway, you were the only two survivors. Assuming you didn't bleed out on the floor. The pain from your shoulder and from the jagged slice in your side cause your vision to blur once again as you work on dragging your exhausted body across the floor. You try in vain to call out, your voice coming out a gasp. You feel your head swim and your world go dark.

"You did good, little one," Aguni tells you, lifting you into his arms gently, "Time to get you back to your brother."

You can feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, but have just enough energy within you to weakly cough out, "Chishiya."

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Hiiii!! I love your writing and was wondering if you’re still accepting requests? If so could I have one where reader is dressed in a similar outfit to Nami’s purple Zou outfit and there’s a big party happening and reader gets self conscious bc no ones talking to her during said party so she leaves to go back to her room that has a balcony and as she’s staring down at the party Law comes in to see why she left so she like tells him she feels ridiculous in her outfit and it turns out that Law was jealous that other people got to see her in such an outfit because he likes her so much that he was staring people down so no one would take her attention and he confesses how he feels under the stars on the balcony? and maybe there’s smut🤭🤭🤭 You can skip this request if you want!! I know i wrote a lot 😅

hello, anyone there?

Sorry for the delay in responding to your request and sort of answering your question, yes, I still accept requests, but I've been working kind of 10 hour days + responsibilities at home, which hasn't given me much time to write.

I made some small adjustments to your suggestion, I honestly hope you don't hate me.

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info: what sensations can a pirate life bring? After a victory, a celebration can mean many things.

warnings: text not proofread, will possibly have some errors as English isn't my first language. a kittle bit angst, F!reader have some insecurities, smut, doing in open skies, a little dirty talk.

For those who haven't reached Zou, this is the reference dress.

You didn't know what was echoing louder at that moment: the drunken voices, the singing or your thoughts. It was a party, you should have been happy or at least a little confident.

After so many fights and disputes, the alliance between the pirates had finally worked out and apparently you would finally have some time of peace. What didn't need many more reasons than this for Luffy, captain of one of the allied crews, to suggest a huge banquet, a party that would probably last for days and no one would question it. The good thing about having other crews together was that the reduced number of women - in the heart pirates it was the large number of two, you and Ikkaku - increased, even if not so radically, just enough to fill the fingers of one hand.

"You really didn't like it?" Nami turned you in front of a mirror, forcing you to look at yourself once more. "It suits you so much."

"I think it looks amazing." Robin added with a simple smile. "And it's a banquet between friends, there's nothing to worry about."

"I agree, but after being so stressed with so many events, I think we deserve a more dressed-up day." Nami added, adjusting one of the straps on your dress. "And also a little alcohol, a little flirting, seriously, being a pirate can't be just that and besides there are so many different people here."

"But don't you think it's a bit much?" Your voice wavered a little and you had to dodge the pillow Ikkaku threw in your direction.

"Don't listen to her. We've been underwater for so long and in our uniforms that I think she's lost her common sense."

"Don't talk nonsense." You shot back, laughing. "Okay, a little alcohol won't hurt." About the flirting part, you don't know how safe you would feel with that.

The main deck of the ship was something almost impossible to cross. Some people walked around each other, singing songs that were almost impossible to decipher, others toasted and competed over how many mugs they could down at once. You just went with the flow, keeping up with the others' hurried steps.

It wasn't long before a drink occupied your hand and you got lost in some almost frivolous conversations. The stress you had recently experienced seemed to prevent everyone from thinking about anything more serious and, to be honest, not even you wanted to get caught up in problems at that moment.

"Ladies." Sanji's voice came across the entire space, in his hand some appetizers and you tried hard to ignore the fact that he was almost drooling. "You are the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen, I would write poems about you..."

In a somewhat strange juggling act, you saw him try to balance the tray in one hand and, with the other, twist to alternate between your colleague's hands, placing a kiss on each of them. Except for you, to whom he just smiled in your direction and headed in the opposite direction. Even staring at the other women present, that seemed like a common situation so you allowed yourself to ignore it.

With an almost lame excuse, your feet took you to the other side of the ship, where you could see your captain's sullen face while being disturbed by other crewmates.

"A good victory." You raised your glass, toasting first to Shachi, then Penguin and finally Law, who seemed to be immersed in something inside his own mind.

"Look, I don't think we've ever seen you so..." Shachi couldn't finish speaking before getting elbowed by his crewmate.

"Are you enjoying the party?" Law asked as soon as the two left with some excuse that you didn't try to understand what it was about.

"Yes, as much as possible."

You even thought about commenting on how you had become an outcast, even though in the hours before you had been trying hard to achieve the exact opposite result. However, for a flash, you were sure that Law was analyzing you. From top to bottom, inch by inch.

"Is there a problem, Captain?" A smile filled your lips as you saw him startled as he was pulled out of his own mind.

"Dresses. You don't usually wear them." He seemed lost in his own words. "It looks..."

Beautiful? Interesting? God, the milliseconds of waiting before Law finished speaking seemed like a small infinity of possibilities in your mind. A place where he had a certain captive vacancy, but he wouldn't even dream of it.

"It looks different." He pointed out and you could only nod.

Different. Okay, it's not the worst answer but it's far from a good one. The relationship between the captain and the subordinate of the two of you was intrinsically... different. Strangely comfortable, uncomfortably distant. He would always prefer to discuss some decisions with you and to the jealousy filled with tantrums and laughter of some, he would insist that you were the best cook of the crew. On your side, you loved ask him for tips, from books to medicines, and whenever possible, you would insist on having him stitch you up after some battles. You hated scars and he was the only one who could prevent them. It was a different relationship, he occupied a somewhat different place in you, but that didn't need to be exposed.

Apparently, if the efforts to look even minimally pretty that night didn't affect him, it wouldn't make any difference anymore. With an almost invisible smile on your lips, you just nodded and left him there. You started talking to some, laughed with others, but it didn't seem to work. From the idea of alcohol and flirting, apparently only the first part was working. Heavens, Brook hadn't even asked about the color of your panties.

Luckily, keeping the ships close to each other meant that it wasn't difficult for you to reach the empty deck of the Polar Tang. The sound of the party was getting a little more distant. The full moon illuminated the entire night and, in addition to reflecting on the sea, created an almost distorted shadow of your body. Was that what you were then? You let your hand run over your dress, analyzing every stitch. Nothing was out of place, nothing seemed wrong with the outfit. The problem must be you.

"I would invest a good amount of berries for your thoughts." Law's voice startled you, which made him laugh. "Did you need some time to breathe?"

"Yeah, I guess so." You leaned against the edge of the deck, drowning in your own frustrations.

"I still have some berries to invest." He tried to lighten the mood, leaning against your side. "I know my crew too well. What happened?"

"It's just... is that all there is to a pirate's life?" You turned around, frustrated. "Tonight I wanted to feel something different from all the stress we have. Something more interesting than the smell of gunpowder, than the sting of a blade."

"I think there's enough booze there for you to feel much more than that."

"It's not that, Law. Geez, I dressed in a way I've never dressed before. Makeup, heels, perfume and still, I'm an outcast." you said frustrated and saw a smirk escape his lips. "Man, this isn't funny. I mean, not even Brook cared about my panties?"

"About that..." he began, his fingers adjusting his hat that wasn't out of place, just like a nervous tic. "Maybe someone threatened to throw him into the sea before he could even speak."

"What do you mean?"

"And maybe I told Sanji that if he got close to you his balls would sink to the bottom of the sea too. And maybe I said something similar to Killer, but he's more rational so he didn't need that much of a threat. And I definitely punched Kid."

"You punched Kid?"

"He said some really disgusting things." Law spoke with a frighteningly ordinary naturalness.

However, for you none of that was ordinary. You just stood there, still, watching the little confessions that came out of Law's lips. So he had pushed you away from everyone? That wouldn't make any sense. Unless...

"Apparently I was brave enough to do all that, but I've been a coward in hiding what I feel. You don't look any different, you look beautiful and I can guarantee that I wasn't the only one who thought that."

"You just made sure I didn't know that, right?"

"Sorry." he commented still in a frustrated tone, but taking a few steps enough to stop in front of you. "I like you, I really do. It got to a point where I found myself reading more books just to know what to recommend to you, I found myself hating being a doctor because I have to stitch you up every time you get into a fight at the same time I wouldn't let anyone touch you for that." He sighed deeply. The short distance between the two of you made your fingers itch to hug him. "What you said makes sense, we're pirates, we shouldn't only feel war inside us."

"What else can we feel then?"

Your lips touched before his hands even reached your waist. It was hard to know what had given you goosebumps more: the cold wind against your bare skin, the way your body was leaning against the edge of the deck, making you imminent of falling, or the way he had advanced on you. Definitely the third option.

His tongue began to invade your space, tracing delicious routes through your mouth, a fight for space that you had no interest in winning. His hands traced your curves until they rested on your waist. Whoever invented the theory that two bodies occupied the same place would probably be a good spectator for the way the two of you snuggled together.

Law seemed to have no shortage of air since, when he gave you space to breathe, his lips simply slid to the hollow of your neck. Wet kisses mixed with small grunts that would be marked on your skin, drawn like a map just for him, just for Law.

His eyes met yours as his kisses continued towards the neckline of your dress. A loud request - but still silent - to explore you beyond where his lips could reach at that moment.

"We could go somewhere else." You suggested breathlessly and saw him bury his face in your breasts, sighing deeply. "I really don't plan on being naked here."

"Naked? Nah." Without even hesitating, he supported you on the edge of the deck, preventing you from falling towards the sea by slipping into the gap between your legs. "I've been looking at you in that dress for too long to want to see you without it now."

"You've been looking?"

"Tell me, wasn't that exactly why you put it on?" An involuntary sigh escaped your lips when one of his hands slid down the inside of your thigh. "You drive me insane normally, but this... do you want to know what I thought?"

The question was rhetorical since beyond the moonlight, lust illuminated the eyes of the man tied to you. A moan escaped your lips as his fingers trailed over the damp fabric between your legs.

"Shh, we need to be discreet, okay? Can you be a good girl and stay quiet?" His fingers intensified the pressure, small circles under the damp fabric sending your mind into a spiral. "I promise to take you inside, let you make all the noise you want. And then I'll leave you naked, have all my time just for you."

"What if I want to stay here?" The question sounded like a challenge and you could have sworn that behind the fabric of his pants something had pulsed. "You still haven't told me what you thought, about the dress."

"What I thought..." he gently pulled you down from the support and turned you back to him. Your body automatically leaned forward, seeking contact. "The first idea that came to mind was you like this, on my table. All beautiful ready for me."

His hands adjusted the fabric of your dress so that it was to the side. His nimble fingers traced an indecipherable pattern on the skin of your ass, outlining the thin fabric of your panties.

"May I..." He asked, still circling the piece and saw you nod. With a delicacy unfamiliar to you, you felt him pull the fabric aside.

"Fuck." The word came out of his lips involuntarily. The sight made him hungrier than any dish he had seen at the banquet.

"What else did you think?" You asked, hearing the sound of his zipper.

"You're smart, I believe you know very well what I thought."

Silent kisses ran down your exposed back. The cold night breeze made contact with your damp skin, causing shivers. The first touch of his cock against your pussy elicited a shy moan from you as his teeth scraped your skin, whispering a shh once more, even though thrusting inside you had forced him to press his face against the back of your neck. The almost inaudible sounds that escaped your lips were enough for Law to almost explode right there.

He should have stopped being a coward before. It was only the first time and he didn't know how he could consider staying without feeling you.

"I'm sorry." He said, moving slowly. "You deserved better than the deck of a submarine."

"We're under the stars. Do you want something even better?" You said breathlessly, stretching your hand to reach his dark strands of hair. Law practically put his head under your hand, sinking into your neck. "Law!"

"I told you princess, no noise." He thrust harder, watching you press your lips together and hold back another moan. "Such a good girl, my good girl."

"A p-princess, huh?"

"My princess, yes. All dressed up like that I couldn't think of anything better." You barely understood how he could form a coherent thought while he was thrusting torturously and deliciously inside you. "I could call it an angel too. The way this beautiful pussy is squeezing me is definitely divine." His laugh at your moan sounded almost devilish, however.

The thrusts began to intensify and you pulled his hand that was holding your torso to cover your mouth, vainly containing the moans that escaped. You could already be clawing at the stars when you felt him pulling out of you. An almost drastic fall from the sky you were in.

"I want to look at you, beautiful thing." He turned you around to face him, lifting you up again. "I want to see that beautiful face when you cum."

"Then come back here now." You locked your legs around him, feeling his delicious invasion of you.

His lips once again took yours, just as voracious - if not even more so - than the first time. His coming and going grew louder and louder as he felt your voice vibrate against his. Moans being censored by each other.

"Hold on to me." He pulled away just enough to ask and you readily complied.

The abyss was getting closer and closer, the knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter. You stuck your body to his at first for fear of falling, but each time it became even more of a need to merge. Your screams hid in the small gap between the two of you, your skin would surely be sore at the slightest since his teeth dug in there as he filled you with his seed.

"I think..." he supported you back, still holding your waist with one hand. With the other, he lifted the shirt he was wearing. Both your eyes and his were guided to where your bodies joined. "We made a bit of a mess."

"A bit?" Your finger caught some of your mixed cum, bringing it to your own lips. "Delicious mess."

"Keep it up and you won't be coming back to the party." A light laugh escaped him as he heard you grunt as he pulled out of you. "On second thought, we don't need to go back."

"Law, you're the captain of one of the crews that was more than essential to the conquest."

"Well, that's a good idea." He said as he adjusted his own clothes and then repeated the gesture with yours. "Some clueless people will be able to know that you are out of their reach."

"Am I?"

"If your captain says so, I believe you should agree." He pointed out.

Your hands comforted his cheeks, smoothing every inch you could touch. A calm, almost chaste kiss escaped you. Anyone who saw from afar would imagine it was just a simple kiss and would not even be able to consider what you were doing a short time ago.

"I - I mean, I really want to keep you out of their reach. Only within my reach." That was it, in so much time as captain and subordinate, you had never seen Law look so nervous.

"Sounds like a good plan to me, captain. However, I hope it is reciprocal." He nodded, stealing another kiss from you.

Going back to the party seemed different. As soon as Law led you back to the ship, you let go of each other's hands, a small agreement of secrecy silently negotiated between you. However, you could feel him in you, in unconventional - and delicious - ways. Occasionally, you could feel his gaze burning in your direction, with distant care.

"Can I talk to you?" Zoro's voice startled you before you even noticed his hand on your waist. "Would you like to have a drink somewhere more private?"

"I'm drinking..." You pointed to the mug in your hand, but it took you a few seconds to fully understand what he was saying. "Oh, no. I mean, thank you, but no. I'm accompanied."

"Accompanied? So your captain finally stopped being a wimp?" Zoro saw and glanced sideways, not surprised to see that whatever Robin was talking to Law about seemed like a distant subject. "Nami asked me to do this, to see if he would do something."

"Hey, swordsman." You could hear the irritation in Law's voice from afar and it was clear how unhappy he was at that moment. "Is there a problem with her?"

"No, Captain, everything's fine here." You smiled in his direction and waved at Zoro, who just ignored what Law had said and left.

"So..." You started, trying to give your best mischievous smile. Which was much easier after remembering everything. "My drink is gone and I think I'm tired. I'm thinking about going back to Polar Tang."

"Sure, I can accompany you." Law said in false modesty.

You could count on your fingers how many steps you took towards a more empty place before the starry night turned into a room you didn't usually visit. Your body soon found his bed, your dress turned into a pile of fabric on the floor. His kisses finally freed to explore every inch of your nudity.

"I think I need to make it even clearer that you're out of their reach."

#fiction #reader insert #one piece #no use of y/n #trafalgar d law x reader #law x reader #law x you #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law

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odd-lil-duck · 2 days ago

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A story!

Gumdrop was sitting in class, bored out of her mind. She was too smart for the regular classes but not smart enough for any of the advanced classes. She could keep up with her school work easily enough. Math was the subject she excelled at, though she could spend hours in her literature class. It was the first class of the day and by the time school was over with, she couldn't wait to go home.

"Yoooo!"

A voice was coming up behind Gumdrop. She turns around to find Citty Kat running up to her. Citty Kat was always beaming and ran around like sunshine was trailing behind. Today seemed no different. They ran up to Gumdrop out of breath. "Hey! Wait! Wait up!" Gripping their sides as if they had nothing else to hold.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah no totally!" They finally straightened out. "I just needed to tell you something!"

Something? Gumdrop and Citty Kat haven't known each other long, but Gumdrop could not help but be cautious anyway.

"Are you doing anything after school?" They asked.

"No...?" How important was this if they had to wait till after school to tell her?

"Good! Let's find Andre! We need to bring him with us too!"

Andre?

What does Andre have to do with anything?

They both found him outside the boy's bathroom. His last class of the day was P.E. so he just finished changing back to his shorts and long sleeve shirt.

"Yoooo!" Citty Kat was waving their arm around crazily to catch his attention. Gumdrop let her attention drift to the falling leaves.

"Is everything okay?" Worry spread across his face rapidly. His arms drift back to their normal place crossed over his chest

"C'mon let's go!" Citty Kat pulls him by the arm and begins running off, leaving Gumdrop to follow behind. She sighed and trudged along.

Citty Kat n Andre stop in front of the doors of some fast food restaurant. Through the windows it's busier than usual. Gumdrop catches up to them and stops in front of the doors. Citty Kat turns to them and speaks.

"Alright! Are you guys ready?" The two turn to each other in confusion.

"Ready for what?" Gumdrop knows they mean no harm - that's why she followed them - however what little she knows about them is that they are a very spontaneous, almost chaotic force. They do as they please and follow the wind in its spirit.

Citty Kat points to the sign on the window. "They have Buy 1 Get 1 Free burgers right now! We have to get some! Mandatory!"

"Wh- that's it?" Andre couldn't help but be more suspicious.

"The food here is sooo good! I've been saving up for a while and then I see the sign today!"

Gumdrop couldn't be any more underwhelmed. She turns to leave.

"No wait don't go!" Citty Kat cried out. "Just trust me on this, you won't regret it!"

Gumdrop sighed. She turned back to the doors. A wide small spread across Citty Kat's face.

"Alright let's go!" They all march in one after the other.

The line is longer than usual, giving the kids a few minutes to talk.

"Okay!" exclaimed Citty Kat. "Anyone have any food allergies? Any food icks? Anything?"

"N-no. Nothing like that." Andre shook his head. Gumdrop wordlessly shook hers.

"Okay! Stay right there!" Citty Kat goes ahead to the line, leaving the two alone.

Neither of them say anything for a few minutes, the silence growing almost unbearable. Andre shifts uneasily on his feet. Gumdrop keeps her arms crossed, waiting.

"So," Andre breaks the silence between them. "I noticed you keep sitting at the same spot at lunch alone."

"And I noticed you keep sitting at my spot at lunch," Gumdrop responds. Andre begins to fidget with the hem of his shirt.

"It's the only place, uh, away from everyone else, Idk I just needed to get away from everyone," his voice dropping to a whisper, "If you want me to leave then I can, uh, I can stop sitting there."

She turns to look at him. His head has dropped down, eyes turned to the floor. His hands are still on the hem of his shirt. His sneakers are pointed inward. The hat covering his head of hair starts to sag a bit.

Gumdrop sat on this for a moment. She has discovered her god was a false god, but she was still a student of his teachings. Her mind led her in one way, but her instincts.....

Sighing, she speaks her mind.

"I don't mind."

Andre perks up.

"you- you mean it?"

He looked like someone just gave him a puppy, thought Gumdrop.

"I just, I need my space. I need a moment to myself."

"Of- of course." Andre couldn't help but feel more than grateful.

"So-"

"Okayyyy!! I have the food!!" The smell was wafting through the air as it grew closer to the two. "Alright! Let's go find a table!"

"Go on! Give it a try!" Citty Kat smiles with expectation and excitement. They had placed the two burgers in front of the other two. Gumdrop couldn't help but feel uneasy at the sight of so much grease. She looked up to see Andre take a bite. His eyes were showing no more regrets in life, as if he had found the reason for living.

Citty Kat had looked at Gumdrop.

"Did you wanna try it?"

Gumdrop glances back to the burger. She picks it up in as much of a dignified manner as one can have while eating a burger. Finding the perfect bite, the texture floods in first. The flavor then seeps through the grease and various juices. The synergy creates a medley of different emotions and experiences all at once.

"Good, right?" Gumdrop snaps back to reality. Andre is most halfway done with his. Citty Kat is sitting there with an expectant smile on their face. "You liked it, right?"

Gumdrop chews a bit more thoughtfully, savoring every last sensation this burger intended to bring.

"Hm... This..." She couldn't help but ponder, trying to think of the best way to describe it. "This might be the best burger I've ever had."

Citty Kat's smile somehow grew even wider. They chew off the end of a fry in satisfaction.

"Wait but, where's your burger?" Andre began. "Why are you only eating the fries?"

"Oh, I don't like burgers." Replied Citty Kat. "I only really eat the fries and nuggets." They continued to munch on some more fries.

Gumdrop glances at Andre and then turns her attention back to Citty Kat. "So if you weren't going to eat the burgers from the burger place, why bring us? What is the point of anything?"

Citty Kat shrugged their shoulders. "Well, because it's fun! You guys try new things with me and I get to eat my favorite food! Win win!" Citty Kat grinned.

A look of confusion spreads across Andre's face followed by realization. Gumdrop let's out a sigh. They continue to eat in peace, Citty Kat rambling on about their day, Andre chiming in with facts about Pokemon, and Gumdrop sitting idly, listening to her two new friends while eating her new favorite burger.

how would one of your OCs react to a HUGE burger and delicious seasoned french fries?

#differentperspective #different perspective #diffeperspective #gumdrop #citty kat #andre #food mention #food mention cw #I got tired partway through writing this and went to sleep #I only thought to come back to it after work

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lilithschosen · 1 day ago

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please sire.... Rio's ass needs strapping....

*adjusts crown, shines sceptre, sits extremely gay on throne* hm ... i suppose you're right. very well!

Rio's laid bare with her arms secured tight behind her back, her face pressing into the cushion of the couch, and her ass in the air waiting for Agatha's next move. She can't see her, but hears her bare feet on the hardwood floor. There's a soft jingle of metal, something dangling in Agatha's hand, and then she feels a hand on her backside.

"You kept so still," the warmth of her palm fights back the chill of the air that begun to sink into her naked body, "You're such a good girl for me, Rio. You know that?"

Rio nods, her hair becoming messy but she didn't care. She keeps her hands grasping at her forearms, holding the restraints and breathes slowly to control her rapid heartbeat. Agatha drags her nails down Rio's ass before pulling back. She feels the couch cushion dip behind her and then Agatha's knee sliding hers apart.

As her body was adjusting to Agatha's warmth, something cold drops down between the flesh of her ass. It travels down slowly, the thick lube coating everything as it mixes with Rio's overwhelming wetness.

Agatha takes two fingers, gathering the combination of lubricant and Rio's arousal and rubs it from her clit to her cunt and further up. Rio gasps as Agatha's fingertip teases the tight ring of muscles, gripping the cushion underneath her.

"It's been too long since I fucked your ass, you know?"

Rio whimpers, teeth digging into her lips as she tries to keep herself quiet. Agatha hums, watching how greedily Rio's ass takes her fingers as she sinks a digit in. Rio swallows a moan, nostrils flared as she breathes heavily.

Agatha draws her finger back out, Rio grumbling in disappointment from the sudden lack of anything in her ass. Agatha chuckles, hearing the needy sounds from her girlfriend adding gasoline on the ever constant fire she has burning in her soul for Rio.

"Don't worry, hon," she squeezes a healthy amount of the lube in her palm, pumping her hand around the length of the toy attached to her hips. "Daddy knows what you need, you don't have to worry."

With her wet hands on either cheek, she spreads Rio wide and stares at the glistening holes. Rio mewls in desperation, trying to stay relaxed but unable to keep still. Her hips wiggle, waiting for Agatha to finally fill her.

Agatha takes a hand from Rio's backside and grips the toy at the base as she guides it past her entrance and presses the tip against the tight hole. Rio shifts back on her knees, the tip dipping into her ass as she cries out.

Agatha strikes her ass cheek with her wet palm, the lube adding a brighter sting to the impact. "Daddy knows what's best for you. If she wants to go slow, she'll go slow."

Rio huffs through her teeth, eyes rolling into her head as she blinks. She remains still, allowing Agatha to sink the length of the toy into her ass. Agatha groans, watching the silicone cock disappear until she was buried in her.

"How do you feel?"

Agatha pulls back a bit, about half of the length. Rio goes to respond, inhaling sharp just as Agatha fills her again. The sentence on her tongue evaporates, leaving a babbling moan instead.

"Agatha-," Rio hiccups, "Please, I need it. Don't be mean."

Agatha grins, "Daddy knows best, baby. I got you."

#asks #butch!agatha #agatha harkness #rio vidal #agathario #lilithschosen #🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑#“please sire” oh no my ego??? its growing #heres yer filth 🫡

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marshmallowwitharubberband · 1 day ago

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I've been assailed by too many plot bunnies lately, and right when I have no time to write anything whatsoever but anyway, here goes:

AU where A-Yuan is taken to the Cloud Recesses but the fever is too high and his body too frail. He doesn't make it and Lan Zhan lets himself die of grief.

His devotion to saving A-Yuan and the Yiling Patriarch pleases the heavens and he ascends. The first thing he says to Heavenly Emperor Xie Lian is "I am looking for someone important who died, perhaps I may find him here". Xie Lian asks for more details on this important someone (he knows that look, it's the same intensity San Lang directs at him when he thinks he's not looking), and concludes that it's very unlikely his soul survived at all, but if it DID it would probably be down at the ghost city, not here.

So LWJ kinda gives the middle finger to the Heavens and asks how to get to Ghost City. The other gods who are eavesdropping are like "You can't do that!" and XL is like "did you forget I did that twice? Anyway, I can respect that. I'll show you the way, and when you come back you'll still have a position here, we're kinda understaffed. Good luck in your endeavors and please don't give my husband too much trouble."

LWJ bluescreens at "husband", after Xie Lian explains that it's not exactly allowed but also not exactly forbidden for two men to marry in the afterlife, Lan Wangji goes to look for Wei Wuxian with newfound determination.

He finds the Ghost City too overwhelming, too loud, and uncomfortable, and there's no sign of Wei Ying here; so, he turns around and sets up shop outside of it. In a cave because it reminds him of Wei Ying, he's a sap like that.

Some ghosts can't help being enticed by his bright heavenly aura and seek his protection but he is only interested in finding Wei Ying. Still, he is willing to let them stay around his cave if they can behave like decent citizens and not cause any trouble. Soon, there is a small settlement around the cave, inhabited by weak ghosts who just want some peace in the afterlife, mostly senior citizens. Lan Wangji regularly goes out to explore and search for Wei Ying with no luck.

Meanwhile, Ghost King Hua Cheng has received worrying news: Mount Tonglu has just spit out a new Calamity, who has the terrifying power to make, at least, low-level ghosts do his bidding by playing a cursed flute. The most terrifying thing is that, as soon as this Calamity emerged, it simply disappeared! There are rumors of this calamity popping up around the underworld and causing stirs and then disappearing again.

Who knows what sort of trouble a ghost like that could bring, so Hua Cheng sets out to investigate.

The first thing he finds is a ghost settlement that definitely Wasn't There Before, with a powerful aura emanating from a cave on the hill it surrounds. It doesn't feel evil, but it's definitely out of place.

The ghost villagers tell him about this Hanguang-jun who offers his protection as long as they follow his rules. That sure sounds like a power-hungry feudal lord. What a thick face to call himself the Light-bearer Lord in a place like this. He definitely is the calamity he's looking for. But he's apparently away at the moment.

The ghost villagers seem reluctant to abandon their settlement and their lord, but they're also not a threat, so Hua Cheng lets them be and goes out to find this Calamity.

He looks nothing like the description. No red and black robes made of resentful smoke, no flute. Actually, the Calamity vaguely reminds him of Dianxia, with his white robes and fine features. But he is the most boring guy Hua Cheng has ever met.

He doesn't respond to HC's taunts, answers his questions with one or two words, and simply keeps walking as if he didn't care. HC tries attacking and barely missing him on purpose to provoke him, but he just answers with "rude" and resumes walking.

Now, HC may be a cocky asshole to those who deserve it, but he knows Dianxia would be upset if he were to eliminate someone who has done nothing to him, aside from being annoyingly serious. So far this man has done nothing but walk.

And he *can* feel this guy's heavenly aura, and Dianxia hasn't called to warn him about anything, so maybe this is not the Calamity after all.

"You said you were looking for someone." He tries. "Who is it? Maybe I could help."

It takes the man a while to answer but he eventually gives a description that matches the new Calamity. But no mention of it being a Calamity. Interesting. He decides to follow this man and observe how things play out. If they turn out to be accomplices, Hua Cheng can destroy them with a mere flick of his power.

Unbeknownst to him, Lan Wangji has become very good at sniffing out former street urchins with more skills than society thinks they should have, and becomes somewhat fond of this child who fancies himself tough. (Maybe he can see HC's actual form, not his ghost king persona).

And so, they travel together in search of this mysterious ghost but... Hua Cheng HATES the way LWJ is condescending and fusses over him. He does! He doesn't need this stranger to tell him how to sit or when to sleep, he is the most powerful ghost that has ever existed! He beat 33 Heaven Officials and the Heavenly Emperor!

But he also never had anyone taking *care* of him. Dianxia cares for him, of course, but their relationship is one of equals, or one of Hua Cheng being the most devoted follower to His God, and he feels too unworthy to let Dianxia worry about his meals or sleep schedule. And this Hanguang-jun, aloof and boring as he is, seems to have taken it upon himself to be constantly fussing over him. And it is...nice.

HC would rather die yet again than admit he has started to feel somewhat safer under LWJ's wing. That having someone so steadfast to lean on is patching some cracks in his heart he didn't even know were there. They develop a sort of brotherly relationship. LWJ eventually opens up, bit by bit, about his story and, damn, HC can relate. He begins hoping he won't have to eliminate this Yiling Laozu, but tries to stay objective.

MEANWHILE

There's a small speck at Mt. Tonglu. Just an echo of fear and violence. Its death was gruesome, its sanity destroyed, so it fights like a cornered animal. Its only instincts are hunger and survival. It will bite back anything that comes at it.

Eventually, this scared, hungry, desperate speck grows into itself. Gains enough power to regain a sense of self and recover its memories, but it's too late, the kiln has closed upon him.

Wei Wuxian feels lost and confused once he's been spit out. It takes him a while to catch up with the fact that he is dead, and feels awful for having used Chenqing on some poor spirits he encountered. He feels the same sort of changed as he did when he crawled out of the burial mounds.

But, hey, now that he's here, maybe the Wen remnants are, too? So he sets out to look for them to properly kowtow and apologize for his failure, only...

Ghosts follow him everywhere he goes. Many of the souls that he put to his service then liberated as the Patriarch are here. And they seem fond of him, despite calling him a Calamity (he guesses that's an accurate description, considering he destroyed everyone he loved, but that's for sure worse than Yiling Patriarch!).

He tries to keep a low profile and look for the Wen, but he keeps getting mobbed by fans. At some point he finds A-Yuan and is heartbroken, but happy to have his little radish by his side. Then he keeps accidentally acquiring more ghost children. At least they don't need to eat.

Maybe he does find the Wen and talks things out with them? not sure, maybe Wen Qing ascended and so did the peacock and Yanli, Xie Lian DID mention Heaven needs more officials.

But anyway, he somehow ends up at ghost city.

After a long and fruitless journey, HC and LWJ find WWX at the ghost casino.

HC is ready for a fight but it immediately becomes clear that Wei Wuxian, The Yiling Laozu, Wailing Flute Commands Ghosts...has no idea what he is or what he's capable of. He just wants to drink and play with his ghost kids.

One former street orphan can easily detect another so he zeroes in on why Lan Zhan is hanging out with that scruffy child (nevermind they're both only a few years older than HC's age of death).

This is where they find out that Hua Cheng is the Ghost King. Lan Wangji is horrified that he didn't pay his respects properly all this time. HC says at this point there's no need for that.

Wangxian ends up happening somehow, of course. They settle with their ghost kids at Lan Zhan's cave and become the surrogate parents Hua Cheng always needed, whether HC wants it or not (he does, but he's all tsundere about it).

Xie Lian is happy to leave them be as long as Lan Zhan helps him with Heaven's administrative work. The four of them enjoy traveling together to keep the three realms in line.

The end.

#wtf even is this #fan fiction #fanfic ideas #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #heaven official's blessing #crossover #crossover fic #not to be taken seriously

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ilovedinodino · 2 days ago

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I can see the ghost (preview)

pairing: haechan x ghost!reader

synopsis: Haechan lived an ordinary, boring life. Work, partying with friends on weekends, sleep - that was his usual routine. His friends constantly said that he would lose his mind if he didn't shake things up, but Haechan just brushed off their words. But one day, it seemed like he truly lost his mind. Because he started seeing things no one else could. Now, he spends every day with a ghost only he can see. The problem is, he's not sure if it's you who got attached to him -or if he's the one who doesn't want to let you go

genre: comedy, fluff, angst, haechan and you annoy each other..

an: tbh I don't know should i continue write it or not if this interesting but here is preview anyway🙇‍♀️

wc (preview): 695

Haechan was driving, humming along to his favorite song playing in the car. Nodding to the beat, he muttered with a satisfied smile:

«Yeah, this is definitely Michael Jackson’s best album.»

Reaching out to change the song, he returned his gaze to the road. And in that instant, his heart dropped — a small boy appeared right in front of the car out of nowhere.

«Shit!» Haechan gasped, slamming the horn.

Panic surged through him. He desperately hit the brakes, hoping he would stop in time. The car screeched to a halt… right where the boy had been standing.

But he wasn’t there anymore.

Haechan froze, gripping the wheel tightly, his eyes locked onto the empty road. A crowd had already gathered, whispers and worried voices filling the air. Turning his head, he saw the boy lying on the pavement. Three women were around him, and a young girl, in her twenties, was holding him securely.

She had saved him.

Haechan rushed out of the car, moving toward them.

“God, is the kid okay?!” his voice was laced with concern.

A middle-aged woman quickly nodded, pulling the child into a hug. That’s when he felt someone’s gaze burning into him. Turning, he met your stern expression.

“You should watch the road more carefully,” you stated firmly.

Haechan frowned, straightening up.

“The light was red! How was I supposed to see him if he ran out so suddenly?!” he shot back.

His voice was sharp, drawing attention. Before you could answer, the woman, who seemed to be the boy’s mother, quickly intervened.

“I’m so sorry… I wasn’t watching him. It’s my fault, please forgive us.”

Haechan shook his head.

“It’s fine. The most important thing is that he’s okay. I’m sorry too.”

“What an idiot,” you muttered under your breath.

Haechan heard it. He was about to respond when the boy suddenly piped up.

“Mom, my guardian angel saved me! I felt their hands!”

His mother laughed, stroking his hair.

“Yes, sweetie, God is watching over you. It’s a miracle.”

Haechan arched an eyebrow, trying to process what he had just heard. He looked at you again, but before he could say anything, one of the women from the crowd addressed him.

“Are you alright?”

More eyes turned toward him.

“Are you looking at my angel? I want to see them too!” the boy beamed excitedly.

He turned around, searching, while Haechan started questioning his own sanity. Slowly, he raised a hand and pointed at you.

“Sweetie, there’s no one there. Let’s go, we need to get you checked at the hospital,” the mother said as she and another woman had already pulled the boy away, quickly bowing in gratitude before disappearing.

Standing there for a moment, Haechan finally turned back to you.

“What the hell was that?..” he murmured.

You simply shrugged and began walking away.

Before he could think, he caught up and grabbed your shoulder.

“Wait. Are you hurt?”

You chuckled.

“I never get hurt.”

An another woman from the crowd approached, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you’re hallucinating because of shock?”

Haechan wanted to answer, but as he turned back—

You were already gone.

“There was a girl who saved the little boy. I wonder if she got hurt,” Haechan said, and the old woman frowned.

“A girl? There weren’t any girls. The boy’s mother already left with him.”

“No, no, auntie, the girl saved him! Didn’t you see her?”

Auntie shook her head and smiled.

“Let’s go, we need to take you to the doctor too. I think it’s just the shock. Of course, I would be terrified and have hallucinations too.” Auntie took his hand and tried to lead him, but Haechan pulled his hand back and shook his head.

“I’m fine, I promise, auntie! I’ll go back to the car, alright? Please be careful on the road, I will too! Goodbye!”

Haechan ran off quickly, leaving woman standing there in confusion.

“Oh my, poor boy, the effects of shock are really serious…”

Haechan sat back in the car, staring again at the road where everything had happened.

What the hell was that?

#haechan x reader #haechan fluff #haechan smau #nct reactions #nct x reader #haechan imagines #nct haechan #haechan angst #nct smau #haechan drabbles #haechan fanfic #haechan fic #haechan imagine #nct drabbles #nct fic

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pansexualkiba · 2 days ago

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iturmom blocked me i think but here's my response in the notes because i already addressed this to them in a prior reblog but they still don't seem to get it.

you cannot claim to not make a value judgement on a person in a single conversation and then make a value judgement like "alpha male creep" based on vibes. that is, by definition, making a judgement on values. furthermore, being asked what he finds attractive on a date - not in a random person on the street, but on a date - and responding with what he finds attractive isn't "alpha male" nonsense. he says nothing that could possibly be construed as this.

yes, judging a woman for how she eats is misogynistic - however, he isn't just saying "all women need to do this". he's saying "in my experience, people [he does not actually state women] who care too much about social pressure to the point that they actively control other people are unpleasant people to be around". which, i don't know, in the context of a romantic date, may be an actual point to make. is it a truth that women are conditioned to be demure in all aspects? yes, and there's a conversation to be had here. however, it is also not the point being made in this statement. he was asked what he finds attractive on a date, and he answered "someone who do not care about other people when they eat the food they like".

no notes im not getting into this.

anthony bourdain is not jacking off at the fucking table because he sought out a woman to eat sloppily. he is on a date with someone, hypothetically, and he is paying attention to how they act in an intimate environment, and taking that as an indication as to how they would act in other aspects of life. the exact sentiment he says is that someone "who makes the experience uptight and restrictive" - that is to say, makes the act of eating at a romantic dinner highly uncomfortable - is not, to put it lightly, someone to spend the night with. furthermore, he discusses his wife's epicurean tastes, and how she eats without worrying about what's attractive. his exact sentiment is "i choose this meal, and this order, and i choose the person across from me", not because he is "making someone eat for him, but because he is comfortable in what he likes, and expects the other person to be (and after describing his wife, a woman who is VERY comfortable with what she likes, if his anecdotes about her are to go by).

he chooses meat because of the stigma (especially in the actual environment of a appearanced-obsessed romantic evening) surrounding ordering it - pay attention to the way he DESCRIBES these foods. "bloody hunk of steak" and "pungent french cheese" are not flattering images! he is not describing forcing a vegan to eat meat, he is describing when a person avoids food they otherwise like because "the pork belly makes you look fat". he literally states that eating with abandon "shows you're comfortable with yourself". he isn't saying anything about morality, personal integrity, or anything of the sort - he's talking about worrying about appearances halting you from indulging yourself in something you like. which, again, in the context of a romantic date, is not a good trait to see in a potential partner.

exaggerating your emotions for drama in the second half of the tags did not read well because the rest of the take was so thoroughly detached from what was in the text that it just felt like a logical conclusion towards your disdain towards a man saying that it is attractive when a person is comfortable with themselves enough that they'll order "unsavory" foods (like, say, something garlic-heavy) on what should be a romantic evening - because if someone puts so much stock in a hypothetical audience that they actively make the whole night uncomfortable, they will not be fun to have around in other contexts. you, admitting you did not know who he was, determined he was a creep and a sex fiend because he mentioned sex once and had the gall to discuss kissing after a date. i do not know anthony bourdain personally, but based on this context in the provided conversation we are both looking at, he has provided zero evidence that he is a misogynist or an "alpha" or anything of the sort. this is an imagined conflict you have created and then proceeded to "play up" lest someone think you sincere.

tl;dr: you are not making criticisms that are based in the actual text, and playing up the second half of your tags "for drama" in an attempt to feign indifference does nothing except to achieve the exact opposite.

(also, there totally is vegan food that's amazing to have and want. your problem there is that no one in your life is cooking it properly.)

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pint-sized-pillars-au · 18 hours ago

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Hey hey! love your art! I always come on here to see if anything pops up :)

Quick little scenario-

If the kids were asked to sit still in the center of an empty room (separately/1 kid in each empty room) & left alone, who would leave first & who would leave last? (Or told they can leave bc they've been in there for too long by themselves lol) Muichiro don't count bc I don't want a lil bby to be left alone in an empty room

Thanks! Keep up the amazing work! XD

-Ky

ahhh i absolutely love this ask! this is such a good scenario! i thought it over for a couple days and here's what im thinking... for the sake of this post we'll say the Ubuyashiki quintuplets are the ones conducting the experiment, and the room they're in is fairly empty

*Muichiro

they would put him in a room and the poor thing would climb all over the door and babble and whine the second it's shut

he doesn't even last a minute. he cries so much that one of the quintuplets has to grab him

2. *Gyomei

he's fine at first. he just sits down to meditate and isn't all that worried about the experiment

until he starts thinking about the other children

and he worries sick about not being with them... what if something happens and he isn't there to protect them? but he's not supposed to be freaking out... he was told he needed to relax and let the others watch them! but he cant help himself

he senses a Disturbance in the force (a crying baby Muichiro) and leaves five minutes into the experiment

3. *Mitsuri

she starts overthinking and getting anxious and upset

she would much rather be with the other kids, and being alone, she can't help but feel homesick. she starts missing her parents a lot

so she sits in the room for maybe 15 minutes before peeking her head out and asking if she could do something else

she and Kanata play while they wait for the other Hashira

4. *Shinobu

she is totally fine with the experiment but she gets bored almost immediately

Shinobu tries to meditate, but that bores her even more

she walks out of the room after half an hour and joins Mitsuri and Kanata (in which more quintuplets join in on what they're doing, while Muichiro clings to Gyomei like a lifeline)

5. *Giyuu

he doesn't really wanna participate in the experiment. he misses his friends. after arguing against it for a bit (he's a youngest child, so he isn't used to not getting what he wants /affectionate) he settles down in the room and just sits there sulking for a bit

Giyuu starts imagining what he'll do when he gets out of the room, and he has a ton of ideas of games to play with his new friends

he tries to take a nap but he's so excited, he forgets all about the experiment and skips out of the room calling for Sanemi and Obanai

6. *Tengen

like Shinobu, he just gets really bored

he lasts for a couple hours. he occupies himself by doing his hair, painting his nails, etc

with how heightened his hearing is, he soon picks up on the sound of the other children laughing and playing

he starts feeling homesick too, missing suma, makio, and hinatsuru. after a lot of contemplating, he gives up on trying to defeat sanemi, and leaves the room

7. *Sanemi

he stays for a few hours but bold to assume he's having a good time

he paces around the room, he bounces off the walls, he tries to turn everything into parkour, he turns something into a "sword" and tries target practice, etc

he even dusts a bit, and cleans up the room a few times to keep his mind occupied

what makes him leave the room?

he accidentally stubbed his toe, and it was his last straw. he stomps out of the room, grumpy and upset

Tengen and Giyuu help him out a bit, and then he plays the new game Giyuu came up with

8. *Kyojuro

he grew up very well disciplined, so he stays put for as long as he needs to be. he takes the experiment very seriously and is very respectful

he feels pretty lonely within the first ten minutes. he tries to occupy the space by talking aloud to himself, but with no one to respond, he gets pretty sad

he wonders how the other kids are doing. he also wonders how Senjuro is doing, and notes to give him a big hug once Senjuro visited the following day

he tries to play tic tac toe with himself. he puts on little voice impressions and pretend he's different Hashira to keep himself entertained and prevent himself from feeling lonely

kyojuro ends up taking a long nap. after sleeping for a few hours, he forgets why he was alone in a room to begin with, and just walks out to play with the other kids

9. *Obanai

given he was raised in a cage, this is nothing

Obanai just lays on the floor and keeps his eyes on the door and windows

he stays in there for so long, the other kids have to go in and get him (Kyojuro in particular insists on grabbing him, since he knows Obanai doesn't do well in giant empty spaces)

they find him sitting in the corner and hugging Kaburamaru. his closest friends cheer for him and celebrate him being the victor

however, as soon as he's out of the room, he starts crying. it turns out he was really scared, and he hated every part of the experiment. he and Kyojuro cling to each other the rest of the evening

the Ubuyashiki kids apologize hysterically for the experiment after Amane lectures them a bit, and all of the kids sleep in a giant cuddle pile that night

#pint sized pillars au #psp au #gyomei himejima #obanai iguro #tengen uzui #mitsuri kanroji #sanemi shinazugawa #shinobu kocho #muichiro tokito #giyuu tomioka #amane ubuyashiki #ubuyashiki family #ubuyashiki quintuplets #demon slayer #kny

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vaguely-concerned · 4 months ago

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in his and davrin's banters, lucanis exhibits a certain little shit energy I don't think we see him have with anyone else other than illario and honestly I am living for this

#dragon age #dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age: the veilguard spoilers #dragon age spoilers #lucanis dellamorte #davrin #also that's really interesting. with illario it's clearly not ever meant to wound but it serves a similar function of 'hey fuck off'#they have that friendly insult game going that veils some real resentments and conflicts that perhaps. should have been dealt with #considering that you could hardly find two people less alike in fundamental character than davrin and illario... fascinating #I suppose both of them push past lines of comfort and don't really let up at subtler signals to back off #(illario to needle and davrin mostly because he's that straightforward I think haha)#but the sheer viciousness with which lucanis responds makes me think there could mayhaps be some resentment with that dynamic #that he won't let out with illario himself b/c he has so few interpersonal relationships and wouldn't risk disrupting one #even when illario is getting up to some Shit even outside of the whole betrayal thing #and davrin is sooo uninterested in doing anything but call 'em as he sees 'em and it's glorious haha #it also means that I think lucanis is more honest in those banters than he is with anyone else I've seen #including the fact that he's mad and that the ossuary really did suck that bad actually #with bellara he's like 'don't worry about me I'm fine *thousand yard stare*' and with davrin he goes 'yeah I'm haunted forever by it.#does that satisfy your curiosity' lmao. and then they're just trading barely veiled death threats for a while #davrin is confrontational but he's also a safe person to be angry with b/c I think at the end of the day he is also fair #many thoughts. all the time. all veilguard up in my neurons 24/7

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imperial-refuse · 1 day ago

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Oh... good. For a minute, Vyrgyl had been worried that Arcayd would object, full of that eager chipper confidence they'd displayed prior. Perhaps it was mostly adrenaline and a little bit of shock as well. The renegade could only really speculate the reason, but a reason it was.

And so, with a sigh of relief, out comes the key ring again as he rifles through for something - anything, really - to feed the wounded troll, and only finds several chocolate covered pretzel sticks that he'd saved from his hangout with Kharmi. Though his wince was hidden behind the glare of his shades, Vyrgyl's pusher sank. Damn... he'd been looking forward to those...

But... he had to admit, Arcayd almost certainly needed them far more than he did.

<{ Alright... one snack break, coming right Up. |F

His ears twitch as he brings out the salted, sugary treats as he then quickly rifled toward a thermos he'd been saving. Thankfully, there was plenty more of this, and thus, brought it out as well, with a lot lighter of a heart.

As he pops the cap on the thermos, the warm scent of vanilla and marshmellow seeps out with the team of the tea held within. Gloved hands pour the drink into the lid of the thermos, the dark liquid within shimmering in the light of the moons.

Arcayd's gratitude reaching the lime does make the disappointment about losing out on his favorite confection more bearable. As a matter of fact, he lets out a contented little hum as he sets the thermos down. Vyrgyl's eyes crinkle a bit behind his shades as he moves to respond to the other.

<{ Don't yoU worry aboUt it in the slightest. Here, take as mUch as yoU need. I've got plenty. |F

A statement that's only half true, but it's a half-truth he tells unflinchingly, as he hands the thermos cup and the little baggie of pretzels over to the other.

A snack...? Well he was a little hungry maybe. Food should give him a little more energy and it's supposed to be good for blood loss or something right? He doesn't eat solids often these days, but really that's about the least of his concerns.

They give a somewhat tired nod at the offer. Staring down at their now bandaged leg absentmindedly for a long moment before looking back to Vyrgyl.

P1:\\ < th-At might be NICE.. i think i m-Aybe need -A minute or TWO -After th-At -Anyw-Ays. >

The psion confesses with a sheepish grin. They're probably awfully lucky that the anonymous hued troll stumbled upon them. He really hadn't even noticed how bad anything might be. Running on auto pilot and adrenaline can do that to a person. Plus, pain and physical restrictions don't inhibit your friend as much as they do you, even if you're both sharing the same body.

Weird how that works.

He winces slightly as he shifts position slightly to get more comfortable. Blegh, they're starting to get a little tired of these aches and pains now.

P1:\\ < th-Ank YOU. for your -ASSIST-ANCE. it is very much -APPRECI-ATED. >

#A Rebellion of One [ic; vyrgyl]#it just occured to me that with how vyrgyl usually goes about helping others-#-swooping in. busting up drones or ruffians. leaving without questions-#doesnt usually leave much room for others to thank him #so arcayd's gratitude would probs be something he needs to hear xD

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antisocialxconstruct · 4 months ago

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#idk if/when I'll get around to writing this bc I have toooo fucking many plates in the air right now #and I'm still chewing on our au but I also keep randomly thinking about ghost city canon #and specifically the moment Ilya realizes Maksim is.... Not Normal about navigating dangerous situations with them 👀#like after the confession and they're comfortable being affectionate with each other #and they've already noticed he gets very physical /after/ they're out of danger #but at some point like. there's a beat while they're hiding or trying to stay quiet or whatever #and Ilya's like hang on. I know how you look and sound when you're /turned on/..... yooouuu love this >:]#and it would come as a surprise to him too gfdsgsd like he's never felt that way /before/#but adrenaline + his fixation on/attraction to Ilya is cooking some brand new weird chemicals in his brain and he's like #fuck. what. I /do/ love this???#and of course he never gets time to be embarrassed or anything because Ilya immediately seizes the opportunity to just lean into it #because their brain just responds weirdly to danger in the opposite direction so they don't have the distraction of being worried or scared #seeing him excited just makes them excited :3c

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jouska-the-deer · 1 year ago

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People still suck at writing Sonic the Hedgehog

Interpretations of Sonic outside of media made by Sonic Team often seem either unable or unwilling to reconcile the fact that Sonic is both kind-hearted and intelligent, but I think I've noticed a recent shift in the way writers try to reconcile it.

In general, there seems to be this belief that smart people are inherently more pessimistic toward the world and that kind people are inherently more naive towards it. So, when writing for a character who's both smart and kind, less knowledgeable writers end up flanderizing them in one of two ways:

The first way, which is how Sonic was interpreted in Sonic Boom and prior, is making the character act like a jerk who knows best. At worst, they'll be outright rude towards their closest friends, but any criticism they get for it will be ignored because their opinions are always correct in the eyes of the narrative. At best, they'll sometimes make mistakes and learn lessons about being nicer to other people, which is something their non-flandarized self wouldn't have struggled with.

The second way, which is how Sonic is interpreted now, is making the character a saint who solves everything with friendship. At worst, they'll give absolute tyrants a million chances, but any criticism they get for it will be ignored because their opinions are always correct in the eyes of the narrative. At best, they'll sometimes make mistakes and learn lessons about certain people being unwilling to change, which is something their non-flandarized self wouldn't have struggled with.

You may have noticed I straight up copy/pasted a couple bits of those last two paragraphs. Well, that's because those bits reveal a bit of truth in how Sonic is portrayed by Sonic Team. Sonic's opinions are always correct in the eyes of the narrative, because of the lessons he no longer struggles with. Sonic already learned to balance his desire to give people a second chance with the fact that some people just have to be stopped. When? Since the very beginning. Sonic has always been trying to defeat Eggman for good while also giving second chances to people who he thinks deserve it.

But how do you deal with people who are causing so much harm when you still think they deserve a second chance? Guess what? Sonic answered that straight up in Sonic Adventure 1.

Do me a quick favor and if you can listen to Open Your Heart, specifically the Sonic Adventure 1 version (Click here). You may notice that there're two distinct sets of vocals; One clean and high pitched, and one distorted and low pitched. (And if you're wearing headphones the audio will even pan during the chorus.) For context, this is the song that plays while Sonic is fighting Chaos.

You can figure it out yourself from there, but if you want me to really dig into the topic, feel free to keep reading.

So like, I shouldn't have to say this, but the dark negative voice is Chaos' view and the light positive voice is Sonic's. But notably, they sing together during key points, specifically those related to the anger, sadness, and hopelessness that Chaos has been feeling for ages. Sonic has recognized that 1. imprisoning Chaos as suggested by Tikal wouldn't solve anything because, 2. Chaos is only acting this way due to being blinded by hatred for those he perceives as selfish monsters, and 3. he's still very much currently destroying the world and won't change his mind because he's lost hope that there's anything worth holding on to.

What does Sonic do then? Sonic may be an unstoppable force but Chaos is a seemingly immovable object. Well, he literally uses the positive energy from his friends and within himself to stop Chaos' rampage and prove that there are still good people in the world that want to maintain peace. After he loses the fight, Chaos is able to calm down and see that the cute defenseless chao he'd been protecting ages ago had survived, living among the very people he had assumed could only be power hungry monsters. He's able to let go of his hatred and live a peaceful life understanding that good people still exist and the world is still worth protecting.

And that's where the question is answered. How do you deal with people who are causing so much harm when you still think they deserve a second chance? You do everything you can to stop them, and if they're still around afterward, show them that they didn't need to fight in the first place. But that only works if they had a good reason behind why they were fighting, and would have chosen peace otherwise.

Sonic wanted to give Chaos a second chance because he knew that violence was not truly in his nature. Had he not been forced into those specific circumstances, Chaos would have chosen peace.

And that's what separates characters who have done a lot of harm but Sonic still gave a second chance to like Chaos and Merlina, from those who have done a lot of harm but Sonic wouldn't give a second chance to, like Eggman and Erazor Djinn. The former wanted peace but became convinced that it was impossible, and the latter only wanted power and were willing to hurt others to obtain it. The characters who Sonic won't give another chance to have proven that when dealt a better hand, they'll still chose to hurt others solely for their own gain, because that's what they want. To stop them peacefully, Sonic would have to convince them to give up their true dreams.

And that, is why Sonic's opinions get to always be treated as right in the games, because they are right. He has an absolutely kind heart, a nuanced understanding of morality, and the integrity to never give in to selfish desires.

None of this means Sonic is always right, though. Most people already know of his impulsiveness, which is his greatest weakest, but also one of his greatest strengths. Sonic never waits to act, which is great when innocent people are seconds from mortal danger... but not so great when a situation looks to be one way but is actually another. He teases Eggman for pleading for a second chance in Unleashed and he kicks the Cacophonous Conch from Eggman's hand in Lost World, and both of those were massive mistakes.

But, despite making those mistakes, his mindset wasn't the problem. How was he supposed to know Eggman was a shockingly good actor leading him into a trap? How was he supposed to know the people Eggman was controlling with the conch were equally as evil? (Yes Tails tried to warn him but literally if he didn't Sonic wouldn't have looked stupid and it just shows how poorly written Lost World was overall.) Had Eggman actually been pleading and the Zeti good people, Sonic's actions would've been justified.

Still, those were mistakes, and Sonic always wants to do what's right, so he does what he can to fix his own messes. He restores the planet Eggman broke apart. He stops the Zeti from sucking the life out of the planet. Sonic always makes things right in the end, and so he has the right to be so confidant in his beliefs. So confidant in fact that he doesn't care about looking like the bad guy if it means doing the right thing. Oh look, there's a song about that too. From Sonic's fight with Merlina in Sonic and the Black Knight. (Click Here.) Don't be fooled by the feminine vocals, if you paid attention to the themes of the game, the song is clearly from Sonic's perspective.

So yeah, Sonic is kind but he's also smart. He won't let anyone change his mind on anything, but he doesn't need to change his mind because he follows his kind heart and compassionate soul. He doesn't worry about looking like the bad guy because he and his friends know his true nature. When he gets angry he lets his rage fuel his desire to save the day. He'll never shed tears of despair because he knows that if he keeps fighting he'll make things right in the end. Sometimes his impulsiveness gets him into trouble, but it also helps get him back out. No matter what happens to him, he'll always make it out in the end either through sheer determination or the help of his friends.

Sonic is absolutely silly; He makes dumb jokes about his enemies and talks to himself when there's nobody around. Sonic is completely serious; He's willing to kill someone if it means saving the world and has felt multiple friends die before his eyes and in his arms.

Sonic is literally just some blue hedgehog who can run really fast.

Sonic is a god, and could kill god, and there is not a difference!

But most importantly, Sonic is all of those things at once. He is a wonderfully balanced character who's been right from the very beginning and has spent all his games sharing his wisdom with others simply by being himself. He isn't perfect, but that's not due to some personality flaw he needs to correct, but because nobody can always have all the answers and know how to avoid all potential mistakes.

The problem is, writing a character like this is hard. Writing conflicts for a character like this is hard. Most writers rely on making their protagonists work through relatable flaws to create an emotionally compelling story... but you don't need to do that. Sonic's conflicts are mostly external, but we care about him succeeding anyway because he's a good person who's just trying to live his life.

So really, if you wanna write Sonic well, you have to just let him speak for himself.

...By the way I mean that literally. Dude listen to his character theme it's all right there! (Click here.) Even when his theme was altered in Sonic Adventure 2 the only thing that changed was how confidently the same ideas were delivered. (Click here.) But seriously listen to literally any of the game themes, final boss themes, and ending themes. (I'm not linking all that.) No matter the quality of the games, if Sonic wanted to teach you something he was gonna teach it... through the power of having a music department detached from the nightmare that is game development time crunch.

And that's why Sonic Lost World is the worst Sonic game. Because it was so pointless that Sonic didn't have anything to sing about!

Wait... what was the point of this post again?

#Sonic the Hedgehog #StH #Sonic #Writing #Characterization #Flanderization #Jouska's Thoughts #Tag Ramble #BTW just so we're clear I like Boom!Sonic and Movie!Sonic. They're not Game!Sonic but they're decent interpretations of Sonic.#Boom!Sonic was often snarky but he was still mostly a nice person. Movie!Sonic is widdle and is getting better just give him some time.#I dropped off of Prime from boredom but it annoys me solely due to people thinking it's canon when you can tell it's not just by watching.#You can also tell because game Sonic would've totally said 'I love you too Shadow' and it's honestly gayer that he didn't.#Game!Sonic screams 'in my hands I hold the ones I love' meanwhile Prime!Sonic is too chicken to say he loves his friend even as a joke.#Huh? Too scared to say you love Shadow? Wouldn't want him to think you're serious? Why? You could just say you don't. Would you be lying?#Okay but seriously there was a WIP I wrote years ago where Shadow chewed Sonic out and he responded by saying 'I love you too Shadow'.#Sure it was a ship fic but that scene wasn't romantic. Sonic nearly got himself killed by being dumb and Shadow was just worried and pissed #And now if I actually used that scene for anything people would think it's a Prime reference and that annoys me too.#Anyway it's almost 5 AM for me so I should stop typing about hedgehogs and go to bed already.

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