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bonesandthebees · 2 years ago

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Internship season is over! I am freeeeeeee! I can ramble again! Whooooooh! (don’t mind me completely ignoring my last assignments and the incoming exam season, it’s fiiiiiinnnneeee)

Anyway, the strings epilogue. Bee, I don’t know how you do this, but your epilogues always make me feel like crying and laughing at the same time. I’ve felt it before, Stars is a good example, but never this hard. It’s the fact that you know things will eventually turn out okay again, but it took a lot of pain to get there and thing will never be the same. It’s the way you never go with a full happy ending. And what I mean by that is that you don’t skip over the pain, you let it play out before giving us (and the character) the reward.

In WF it’s Tommy and Wilbur living on their own and going about their life before Phuk and Techno reach out again. There’s a promise of hope, but the suffering is still there. The trauma is still there. It doesn’t get erased for a happy ever after. The consequences stick.

Same with Stars, you could have let them find Niki earlier. You could have stared at the coronation and off handidly mention who they got her. That would have been a happy ending, but it wouldn’t have been a full ending. And you give us a full ending instead. You give us Wilbur finding Niki, you give us that bittersweet reunion. You give us three lost years but a promise for a better future.

And then there’s Strings. And this one hits particularly hard, because the characters know there missing Something, but they don’t remember What. And again. It can’t instantly go back to being okay. Tommy can’t just go back to his normal life and meet Wilbur right after. So for him it’s 2 year and for Wilbur it’s 5. And in that time both of them are looking for each other without knowing what they are looking for. And Tommy is looking in the right places too. The open mic night.

Also, it took me a while to realise, but it makes sense that everyone from L’manberg moved to Essempi. Their town is gone. So now they are all just roaming around in the same city as Tommy and he knows them, but he also doesn’t. And he doesn’t know why.

What I’m trying to say is, you do bittersweet ending really well. It always hurts, but it always feels rewarding at the end. It feels real. No fairy tale “and they lived happily ever after”. It’s always realistic to the actions and consequences of the characters and the rules of the universe.

-🌲

aaa spruce hello!! i hope your internship went well and good luck with your eventual exams!!! (ik you have another glass ask in here but i am saving that to answer when i am slightly less tired)

this is so nice to hear. I really love writing epilogues, because it's such a nice way to tie off the story and show the consequences of what happened. I feel like for certain stories, you have to show the long term effects of everything to really make the ending stick. sure, you can leave things up to the readers imagination, but why not give them a glimpse of what's happened since the end? you don't have to give full answers, but it gives an ending some room to stand on if that makes sense.

when it came to the stars epilogue, there was no question in my mind that i was going to show the full scene with wilbur finding niki. I wasn't just going to continuously mention her as a character and not give her a proper reunion. also, I knew from the moment i started the fic that wilbur and niki weren't going to reunite until years after the main plot. it just felt like it fit to me y'know?

and then there's strings. again strings is based off a movie, so a lot of the epilogue was taken from that, but I made my own adjustments to it. I won't say what adjustments so as not to spoil anything for those who haven't seen the movie, but I loved the idea of wilbur and tommy being drawn to each other over the years after everything went down. even if they couldn't remember, they knew they were missing something, and they were actively trying to find that missing piece. fate works in funny ways and all that.

yeah not everyone from l'manberg moved to essempi obviously, but the main cast did because it just made the most sense for most people. essempi is a huge city where there's a lot of jobs and opportunities available. wilbur of course was going to move there bc he always wanted to live in the city, which is what pushed phil and techno to follow him since they wanted to all be in the same city. niki and jack were like wilbur and wanted to be in a city as well.

but yes tommy knows them and he doesn't at the same time. they all keep bumping into tommy and he just misses it and so do they. except i will confirm wilbur and tommy did not bump into each other until the night we saw in the epilogue. it was an instant recognition thing for them.

i'm so glad to hear that my endings are like that though. I'm very much the type who wants to write happy endings, but ones that feel earned. that means the consequences still have to exist. it wasn't an easy victory, but that's what makes it more satisfying.

#ask #spruce anon #strings of fate

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purplenurple777 · 2 years ago

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How of Happiness: Chapters 7-9

Chapter seven of the text was the most valuable to me thus far. Learning about flow and all of the benefits of this practice felt like learning about the missing puzzle piece in my happiness. The feeling of flow is described by Sonya as being completely immersed in what you are doing, almost oblivious to the world around you. When in a state of flow you feel positive and productive, it is a highly rewarding state to be in. I am wary of ‘self-diagnosing’ patterns of my own behavior because I think that this could be dangerous (especially as a psych major). But while reading this chapter I was filled with a longing. I realized I hadn’t felt true flow in a while. Activities that usually stimulate my brain and cause me to experience flow have not been working for me recently and I think it may be because of negative self talk. For example, when studying for an exam I wait until the day before (obviously) when I can no longer put it off. I will glue myself to a chair and work through each of the chapters, using my notes in combination with the lecture slides to give me a complete picture of the curriculum. As nerdy as it sounds, that is usually very fun and fulfilling for me. Although during my last round of exams I could not seem to find a flow state. I was distracted and discouraged, constantly checking my phone and getting up to do other things. For me starting is the worst part, but once I have climbed the hurdle of beginning a task the doubt will usually fade and leave me with a sense of determination and optimism. Studying for my past two exams the optimism never hit, it felt as if I was in a limbo of anxiety and self deprecation. Reading this chapter gives a name to the feeling I have been pining for. It helped me to realize that I deserve to feel productive and I deserve to feel a sense of pride and achievement in my pursuit of this degree.

“Find a happy person, and you will find a project.”

As graduation approaches I have been doing a lot of reflecting. Scrolling through google docs as papers, group projects, and assignments I haven’t thought about in years appear on my screen. Viewing a few I can remember the grade I was given on them, but with all I can recall where I was when I felt the works came together, the satisfaction that came with progress, and the people that I toughed them out with. This idea falls in line with Sonya’s point in Chapter eight. The pursuit of a goal, the act of participating in a challenging venture, is just as (if not more) important to well-being than its attainment. One of the benefits of goal pursuit is that it helps us to use our time more effectively, something that I often struggle with. Sonya spoke of creating smaller steps and sub-goals to help us in our pursuit of lofty objectives. This is something that I am going to implement into my everyday life. I think I am an all or nothing kind of person. What I mean by this is I am either going to do something to the best of my ability or I am not going to do it. I hate doing half-assed things. My problem is that I do not think of my goals in small attainable steps, I think of them as one big nightmare that I have to tackle at once. This usually results in intense avoidant behaviors until I physically force myself to complete them (hence the late asf blog post). It does NOT have to be this way. I look forward to mapping out my goals and breaking them into APPROPRIATELY SIZED chunks. Thank you Sonya <3.

In Chapter nine of the text Sonya covers Happiness Activity No. 12: Taking Care of Your Body (Meditation). I was first introduced to meditation and mindfulness practices at fifteen. I went to a hippie dippie arts based high school that integrated mindfulness into their curriculum. Everyday after announcements the entire school would elapse into silence for ten minutes. During this time the students would put away their devices, turn off the lights, and sit in silent reflection. Our english teacher would lead a guided meditation that you could attend, there were coloring sheets offered for those who wanted to color, but the idea is that you were giving your mind a ten minute break. Our school's founder, Ms. Lettye did this for the same reason that Sonya stresses the importance of these practices. Countless empirical studies show the benefits of practicing mindfulness, so much so that Sonya describes meditation as a panacea, or cure all. In health psychology our curriculum teaches the increasing danger and prevalence of ‘lifestyle diseases.’ These are diseases that are associated with the way people live. These behaviors are modifiable and preventable, yet they are currently the number one killer in America. Things like smoking, diet, physical inactivity, and stress bring about a number of chronic diseases. Meditation interventions have been shown to be effective in patients with various chronic conditions such as heart disease, chronic pain, even skin disorders. Although it may be well known that meditation is capable of improving mental health, its impact on physical well being is also undeniable. I still attempt to meditate for AT LEAST ten minutes a day because I see a noticeable change in my thought patterns and behavior when I do. Meditation for the win.

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everyday-is-brighter-with-you · 1 year ago

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[ ID: 7 infographic slides titled with 6 ways to avoid procrastination, presented by IvyStudying. The first slide is the title and a picture of a smiling coffee cup with a heart.

Number one way is chunking.' with a big, scary task, break it up into tiny pieces.

In other words, the first time that you work on something that you don't want to, give it 15 minutes ,that's all! Then stop

The next day, plan another 15 minutes

Eventually, you'll find that you're into the task

If you start early, 3 weeks before something is due, or even a month, you'll find that that panic about the deadline approaching goes away

Never start writing with a 10-page paper as your goal, always try to do 15 minutes worth of something'

Number two is time not task.' Plan what you have to do by time.

For example you say to yourself: I need 2 hours to read 3 chapters and that's it. At the end of those 2 hours, stop!

Even if you aren't done, say, I'll assign 20 minutes to myself to finish it tommorrow.

Why so strict? 1) you won't trust yourself if you keep breaking your own rules 2) you need to break the cycle of how students frequently work

They work until they're exhausted, it's late, you're burnt out, your brain is shut off

Your energy approach to the task will change; instead of burning yourself out and then trying to get revitalised; stop while you're on top'

Number three is false deadlines.' You have something important due on the 20th, so you say, okay I'm gonna have that due on the 16th, expect you don't listen to those because there's nothing anchoring internal deadlines unlike external

How you make false deadlines work is, you externalise them

Make an appointment with the Writing Centre, so that you should have your paper done by then

The Writing Center won't make you have it done( trading one police for another) but it'll keep you ahead

The other false deadline; you have a friend, not necessarily in the same course, your friend has something due on 18th, you have something due on 20th, you meet up and show each other the work on the 16th.

Mark the fact that I said I would have this done, and here it is- then put it away and have fun.'

Number four is Rewards.' the problem with marks is there is no immediate gratification.

You study for an exam and you come out exhausted and you have no sense of how you did: maybe you did well but you're not sure.

Same thing with taking courses you don't enjoy;I need this course to get my major, my degree

The four year old inside you is not interested

The thing to do is reward your four year old on a four year old level; like by going for a walk, listening to music, seeing a friend

What you need are small, happy, gut level gratifying rewards when you accomplish small tasks

Reward effort, celebrate successes: don't wait for marks to reward yourself, and if you do well on the exam celebrate the later.'

Number five is plan personal time. 'One of the great injustices of being a procrastinator is that we constantly say we're going to work and then we don't

We always steal personal time from work Time

Divide up personal time and work time

The idea that a student shouldn't have personal time is absolutely wrong; unethical and unhealthy

Start by acknowledging that you deserve personal time

This helps plan out work time

for example; I know I'll be taking Thursday off for myself so Wednesday night I should be working. '

Number six is ABC prioritisation 'How it works is you divide any to-do list into categories

A= Crucial- B= Less important- C= I Should Get This Done

The list has to be as close to even as possible

Assign values to each thing in the list and then get rid of the C's

Priority is not to get everything done but to get something done

your goal now is to get all the As done and of you get all the As done you have succeeded! If you have leftover time start working on the Bs.

Not a good way of planning your life, good way to get yourself out of a crisis

The danger is in doing nothing!' End ID]

It’s been a while since I’ve made a post, and I figured that these tips might be extra helpful with exam season approaching. As someone who struggles a lot with procrastination, I do everything I can to fight the urge to put assignments off until the last minute (even though I’m not always successful).

As always, good luck! (ᵔᴥᵔ)

#Reblog #Dealing with brain #Save #Procrastination

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mirohlixie · 4 years ago

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Prof. Christopher Bang

Teacher! Bang Chan x Student! Reader (gender-neutral) Genre: Smut, College AU Words: 2,3k Summary: After an almost intimate moment with their professor "Mister Bang", Y/N tries to get his attention by behaving badly, needing to be taught a lesson afterward.

Content Warnings: Degradation, Humiliation, Mild Edging, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Face Fucking, Spanking, Fingering, Dom! Chan x Sub! Reader

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“Hey, L/N,” he called out. They looked up and met their professor’s gaze. “I want to ask you to stay behind after class. I have a question about one of their answers to last week’s exam,” they nodded and averted their gaze back to their paper. Their cheeks hot from all the attention directed towards them from every corner of the room just now.

They weren’t usually the type who got nervous when they received any kind of attention, but somehow, when Mister Bang called their name, their cheeks turned the colour of a tomato. They tried to focus on the assignment they were given by their professor that class, but somehow the thought of the conversation they’d be having with him, distracted them more than they wanted. Did they really answer the questions to the exam that badly? Cause if so, that would be bad. American literature as a course just sucked, and unfortunately Mister Bang hadn’t been able to make them pass the course.

The bell rang. All students got up and started to leave the classroom. Y/N put their stuff away and slung their bag over their shoulder as they glanced at the professor, noticing his gaze was already trained on them. Well, not so much on them. More on the pair of knee socks they were wearing. They smirked a little to themself, completely aware of what Mister Bang thought of those.

When the last remaining student had left the room, they walked towards the desk in the front of the room. Their professor went to close the door after the last student and walked back, joining them at the desk. They waited patiently, fumbling with their hands as he pulled a paper out of his bag, flexing his arm a little as he did so. Y/N averted their gaze to the floor, not wanting to give away that they’d been looking at him when his eyes met them again.

“So, I actually called they here because there was a problem with a few of their answers on the exam,” he started explaining as he laid the paper out on the table, pointing to one of the answers Y/N had written down. “It seems they aren’t really getting the main idea behind this theory,” he said as he started to explain how their answer was completely wrong. They felt a little embarrassed, as they’d indeed been lost when it came to the stuff they’d had to study for the exam. They didn’t understand it at all, but they were too scared to ask their professor for extra explanations because he was so intimidating to them.

They fumbled with the hem of their short skirt as he explained, feeling like an idiot. Halfway through, their thoughts started to wander. They looked at Mister Bang’s arms, noticing how muscled he actually was. He must work out a lot after class. Automatically, their eyes trailed to his hands. Strong hands, with long fingers. When watching him point to words and sentences they’d written, they could not help but wonder what those fingers would feel like on their skin. How it would feel to have them trail over their thigh and core. Y/N started to blush, quickly trying to hide it with their hair as they pushed the thoughts away. However, they were already thrown into a fantasy of Mister Bang caressing their inner thigh as he kissed their neck, leaving marks for the whole school to see.

They hadn’t noticed they were trailing off until a soft “L/N?” snapped them out of their thoughts.

“Y-yes?” They stuttered, quickly shaking their head to get rid of whatever was going through their mind right now. Mister Bang’s hand now rested on their shoulder and they bit their lip, cursing at the velocity with which their mind had turned this simple touch into a dirty fantasy.

Mister Bang clearly started to catch on to their touch as their eyes unwillingly trailed to the bulge in his pants, imagining how big it would be when he was aroused. His eyes grew dark, and the concern that was formerly there turned into a emotion they’d not seen on his face before. They couldn’t exactly place it, but it mostly resembled lust. His hand slid down their arm, briefly resting on their hand before he took it away again.

“Understand?” He asked, apparently not aware of the fact they had not been listening at all. Or perhaps he knew and simply chose to ignore. Either way they nodded quickly, disappointed that this brief interaction had been shut down by him. His gaze went back to normal and their heartbeat slowed down. “Good. I’ll see you in class tomorrow then, L/N,” he said, smiling a bit before grabbing his bag and leaving the room before they could. They stared as they watched him walk away, releasing a breath. He knew what they were thinking and shut it down, even though he clearly had similar feelings in that moment. God they wanted him. No, scratch that. They needed him. They needed to feel their professor touch the in sinful ways, but he wouldn’t

“Fuck this,” Y/N said, suddenly determined. They were going to get their way. They’d make sure of that.

Days went by in which they tried to grab Mister Bang’s attention again. However, he seemed to be avoiding them. This only confirmed their assumptions; he’d definitely felt something that afternoon. He just wasn’t willing to admit it, or act accordingly. They’d set their mind to it, though. He was going to touch they, he simply owed them that. Y/N tried everything to get him to invite them after class again. The did bad on their assignments, they were late, they were disobedient in class and even tried to get their phone taken by texting friends. Their last resort had been dropping something and bending over with their ass on full display in front of him. However, he feigned ignorance and indifference and let everything slide. At least, that was until that one afternoon.

They’d handed in a bad assignment once again and apparently he’d had enough of it. When class was finished he pulled them aside and waited for all the other students to leave again. He closed the door and locked it after the last one, making their eyes widen.

“What in the name of god is up with you?” He asked, sounding a little exasperated. “You’re disobedient in class, you’re late every single goddamn day and every single work you hand in is terrible. What are you trying to do here, Y/N?” They nearly jumped at his use of their first name. He usually only called them by their last.

“Nothing, Christopher,” they said, reading the name on one of his books, trying to poke just a little more.

“It’s Mister Bang to you,” he snapped. “What is up with your behaviour lately? This is not the good one you always were in my class,” they blushed at the pet name and looked him in the eyes confidently. If it didn’t happen today, it was never going to happen.

“Nothing, Christopher,” they shrugged. “I am just tired of you completely ignoring the moment we had last week. Of you completely ignoring the fact that there is this certain tension between us that I need to get rid of. I need to get rid of it because it distracts me in any way yo can possibly imagine. I need- I need you,” Y/N said, struggling to keep the volume of their voice low.

“Oh?” His gaze turned from frustration into something else. There it was again: the look he’d given them that day after they’d been staring at his crotch. It was dark, it was lustful. “So you need me, huh? Is that why you’ve been disobedient? Because you wanted my attention?” His hands moved to sit them down on his desk. “Is that why you’ve been acting like a brat in my class? Because you needed me to tame you?” His hand trailed to their inner thigh, rubbing slow circles on the skin as they felt their core start to heat up.

“Yes,” Y/N said, struggling to maintain their composure as they looked him in the eyes. “Maybe you need to punish me for all the bad things I’ve done,” they feigned innocence. His eyes darkened even more as his fingers slid up to their underwear and started rubbing over their covered core.

“Maybe I should, if that means you’ll be a good girl,” he smirked as he noticed their breathing speeding up, non-verbally asking him for more. They slightly bucked their hips, desperate for more than that little bit of touching. “Calm down, darling,” he chuckled.

“Make me,” they challenged. They did not have to offer him twice, because in a swift movement he wiped his desk and pushed them down on it, sliding their underwear to the side as he roughly pushed a finger in. Y/N whimpered in surprise as he started pumping it into the fast, the smirk never leaving his face.

He did not give them time to adjust before he pushed another in, making a scissoring motion to stretch them out. They started moaning and bucked their hips more, desperate for his touch. It was exactly how they’d imagined the feeling of his fingers inside them. It felt amazing.

“You’ll have to be quiet little slut. We wouldn’t want others to hear your sinful moans and find out would we? That would mean this pathetic little whore could never get what they were so desperately begging for,” he taunted, which turned them on even more. They bit their lips and tried to be quieter, because he had been right.

As they wriggled under him on the desk, he added a third finger and curled them every single time he was deep inside them. Y/N started to clench, getting close to their release. Right before they could cum all over his hand, he withdrew, pulling a whine from their lips.

“Why’d you stop?” They asked, breathing heavily.

“Because this is a punishment princess, not a reward,” he said, unbuckling his belt and pushing them to their knees on the floor. “Now why don’t you give Mister Bang a treat now? Open that pretty little mouth right now,” he demanded. They quickly did as he told and felt his large member being pushed into their mouth with force. They quickly hollowed out their cheeks as they choked a little in shock. They’d expected him to be big, but not this big. His tip hit the back of their throat harshly every time he thrusted in, making them gag as they took him whole. Drool was streaming down their chin and the humiliation alone was enough to make them all wet and moaning. He stifled his moans as he kept thrusting over and over again until Y/N felt him twitch. Hot cum spurted down their throat and they struggled to swallow all of it before he released they. They panted as he placed them back on the desk, face down.

“Now, are they going to be a good one from now on, little one?” He asked, slapping their ass hard. They whimpered and nodded.

“Y-yes sir, I’ll be a good one,” Y/N promised, desperate to feel his large member inside them. They needed him more than they ever did before. They’d been so close to their orgasm before and their legs were literally shaking in anticipation.

He teased their entrance slowly and they could almost feel the grin on his face. “Now tell me what you want me to do, princess,” his voice darkened.

“Please sir, I need you so bad,” they pleaded. “Please, please I need to feel you inside me. Fuck me hard!” They didn’t care about others hearing anymore. The walls were pretty much sound proof and they needed him too bad.

He slammed his cock inside they without warning and gave they little time to adjust before thrusting into they. Slow at first, making them whimper and whine in desperation. Y/N needed him and they needed him hard. He knew this, he was merely teasing them as a punishment. They heard a low growl as he sped up a little, slapping their ass hard once again as he thrusted into them. They dug their nails into the desk as they gasped at the feeling of his hand coming down on their ass. It hurt, but felt so good.

“More please,” they whined, making sounds Y/N had never heard before. They heard him moan before he sped up even more, pounding into them with high velocity. They heard the sound of his balls slapping against they, grasping their hips with his hands to put more force behind his thrusts. They cried out, so overwhelmed by the feeling of him absolutely wrecking them as they pressed their ass more against him.

Then suddenly he hit their g-spot, sending they into another dimension. They released sounds that were indescribable mixtures between sobs and moans as tears of pleasure streamed down their cheeks. They didn’t know for how much longer they’d be able to handle this and they felt their orgasm approach quickly.

“I’m close sir,” they moaned out. “I’m close Mister Bang,” they heard him breathe heavily as they started to clench around him.

“Cum for me then, doll. Make a mess out of your pathetic body and show me how much of a desperate whore you are for me,” he spat at Y/N, turning them on even more before his hard thrusts into their g-spot made them cum around him hard. Their walls clenched rapidly as he kept on thrusting fast. The sounds they made sent him over the edge too and he rocked his hips into them sloppily before hot spurts of cum filled up their tight hole. Both of them were in ecstasy as he stilled inside Y/N, breathing heavily and whimpering. The latter was Y/N, of course.

As he eventually pulled out, they whined at the loss of his large cock inside them.

“Call me Christopher, love,” he whispered in their ear before pulling up his pants and gathering his stuff quickly. He checked the hallway before quickly leaving the classroom, marking this exit as the first of many exits of memorable meetings between Y/N and Mister Bang.

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micheswife · 3 years ago

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Confessions

MICHE ZACHARIAS X SHY CADET

Miche finally tells his crush he likes her. That's it

Miche watched her from Erwin’s office as she left the headquarters to enjoy a well-deserved break. The evening sun highlighted her brunette curls, stopping just below her delicate shoulders. It was a shame really, her hair used to touch her waist when she first joined. She was so incredibly shy and anxious back then, struggling to find her place among younger people that were much stronger than her. He remembered back when she declined the promotion for the sake of her happiness. It had been 3 years since y/n joined the survey corps at the age of 20. She was a late beginner, but her analytical skills, a fateful emotional meltdown and a background in research had soon gotten her a place under section commander Hange. Y/n was not good as a fighter, but she was observant, more than Erwin and Hange. Miche could not help but notice her, she was cute after all. She had flaws, just like everyone else, but the veteran soldier was drawn to her in particular. He couldn’t remember when he felt like that for the first time. Maybe it was when he saw her for the first time, clutching a soiled handwritten application and trying her hardest to put on a brave face. Who knows? Who cares? The important part was that he liked her, she did not know and he was not going to tell.

“What are you looking at Miche? “

“N-nothing, Erwin. Go on…”

Miche went back to focusing on the meeting. y/n had already disappeared in the next lane, so there was no point looking outside. The meeting would go on for hours, as usual, veterans had no holidays.

Meanwhile, y/n made herself comfortable near the quiet riverbank. It was one of the few attractions in the little land of Paradis, especially after the fall of Wall Maria. The serene river glowed red under the now darkening sun rays. Y/n had about 30 minutes to draw something, after which it would get too dark. Problem was, y/n had no idea what to draw. So she just sat there, wondering about her life. It seemed self-indulgent to refuse work only to get out and ponder about herself, but she needed it. The chaos inside the headquarters hardly did her any good. She wanted quiet and peace, but what she had right now was just pure loneliness. Y/n had friends, but nobody close or free enough to sit under the open night sky. So she sat all alone over the wall, the cold breeze ruffling her hair. If only there were someone to hold her.

“Bottomline, all of you must prepare your squads for next month’s expedition. We can’t afford to compromise manpower. Pay attention to the weak members, we need them to come back alive. You all are dismissed.”

Miche walked out of Erwin’s office and went straight to his room that he shared with Dieter, another squad leader. He felt tired, as though he knew what was about to come. A lot of action and a shit ton of casualties, not to forget all the rigorous training he was about to deliver on the cadets.

“What a long day..”

“Tomorrow’s going to be longer, Ness.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you will make it through the expedition?”

Miche scrunched his nose at the odd yet totally reasonable question. Him and Dieter served the scout regiment since their teenage years, yet they never quite got used to the anxiety before impending doom. Against his overbearing stress, Miche gave him a positive answer hoping to lift his spirits.

“I will make it out alive, Ness. The most damage I will end up with is a lost limb, after which I will retire and live a peaceful life. Don’t worry.” Miche finished with his signature scoff, masking his true emotions. The shameless, pretentious display of cockiness was all worth the little chuckle from Ness, the most sociable, tender man among veterans.

They made their way to the dining hall after chit chatting and freshening up. Their tables had the usual serving of bread, soup and vegetables. His eyes scanned the place for the owner of those beautiful, crazy curls, y/n, she should have been back by now. He couldn’t see her anywhere. Usually it was so easy to spot her in her corner seat. Perhaps Hange assigned her some work, but he couldn’t risk revealing his crush by asking the overly-energetic squad leader. So he quietly finished his plate, feeling just a little hint of emptiness because he missed y/n.

“Nifa, find y/n and tell her I want her in the lab tomorrow at 6am sharp.” Mike overheard Hange speaking from a couple of tables away.

“Yes captain.” Nifa quickly finished her meal and left the dining hall and eventually the headquarters. Her face made it clear that she had done this several times now and Miche was not surprised. Y/n was often in her own head and stayed out for a long time. Miche just found it unusual for her to stay out this late. It was cold outside, no person in their right mind would stay out past 8pm. He wished he knew what was going on inside the girl’s head that made her personality so withdrawn, but he did not have the time. He needed to draft a schedule for this week’s training and tests for the cadets. Just the thought of sitting in an office doing paperwork with a candlelight flickering throughout the night made him feel calm. He was extremely skilled on the field, but he liked doing paperwork too. His studious side was something only his immediate squad and other veterans were familiar with. Sometimes he couldn’t help fantasizing about sharing his study with y/n. Aside from his feelings, y/n had the brains to draft a perfect test that tapped into all the necessary skills for the next expedition. After all, that was what she had been doing before joining the survey corps, albeit in a different field. Miche stopped in his tracks as an idea struck him. He felt dumb, so dumb. He had drafted so many tests, all by himself, fully knowing that there was someone that could probably do it better than him. Fully knowing that y/n had been a psychology student, and she had perfected the theory subjects after joining the survey corps. He turned around and approached Hange.

“Would you mind if I borrow one of your soldiers for a while?”

“That depends, Miche, who are you talking about?”

“Y/n, I need her help drafting the tests tonight. I think she can do a good job.”

“You are right.. I’ll let her know.”

“Tell her to be in my office by 9;30 tonight.”

Miche left for his office to begin work, he wanted to finish as much as he could before y/n showed up. Because work was not the only thing he was concerned about. He knew exactly what he was doing, it was dubious, but he needed to do it. It was funny how a few hours ago he thought he’d never confess his feelings, but later created an opportunity to do that exact thing. He couldn’t believe himself.

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It was 9;30 sharp, and Miche heard a soft knock on his office door.

“Come in, it’s unlocked, and take a seat before me.” He said without lifting his head.

Y/n made herself comfortable and glanced over three open books and a single page. Miche was writing down questions.

“Alright y/n, I need your help drafting the question papers for tomorrow’s tests. Of course, you will be exempted from actually taking the test as a reward.”

“Understood, sir”

“Good, now I want you to create 30 questions that combine the concepts of formations, weaponry and strategy. Make them difficult, and make sure to base it upon the last 5 expeditions.”

“Alright-”

“You have 2 hours to finish this.”

“Okay..” y/n walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed a heap of books. Miche raised his eyebrows in confusion,

“How are you going to refer to that many books and finish it within time?” Miche questioned her.

“I will, don’t worry.” y/n’s sudden confidence took him aback.

“Well good luck.”

Time flew by quickly as both of them were engrossed in their work, the only sounds coming from the candle and turning of pages. It wasn’t peaceful to be precise, y/n was turning pages with such aggression it made the section commander steal glances at her. She would flip through the pages and write down important points, constantly checking the time as she worked. Her handwriting got messier as time flew by and Miche couldn’t help but notice. He could tell that y/n totally had the plan to give those cadets a hard time. She had a weak, but cocky smirk the whole time, and Miche was just glad that he was not one of the people that would need to take the test. He knew that expression and aggressive handwriting very well. She always wore that smirk while writing exams, and everytime she came out on top. Miche knew she was overcompensating for her sub-par physique and iron-deficiency that interfered with her ODM skills, but that semblance of confidence on her face always turned him on. Her hair was still messed up, she struggled to keep that twisted fringe out of her face.

“Where’s the ruler?!” Y/n asked loudly, shaking Miche out of his trance.

“Wait…” He fished out a ruler from the clutter in his drawer and handed it to y/n.

“What are you drawing?”

“A wrong diagram of the latest formation.” Y/n replied curtly.

“I see.. Good.”

Miche was organizing his drawer after finishing his work when y/n handed him the tests. It was 11;30 sharp. The ink had somehow gotten between y/n’s fingers. Miche went through all seven pages of three extremely complicated tests and shot a glance at y/n, who looked like she was awaiting his praise. She was sitting with her back straight, wide eyed and messy hair. Miche chuckled, and y/n smiled. She knew she had done those cadets dirty with her questions.

“You have a naughty side, don’t you?” “Kitten” , was the term Miche refrained from using at the end.

Y/n nodded with a cheeky grin. The section commander squinted and got up from his chair, towering over her. A faint blush crept over her cheeks as she broke eye contact with him, staring down at her feet instead. Her delicate shoulders now looked tensed up under her transparent, embroidered shoulder shawl. The pile of paperwork didn’t allow him to notice her beautiful blush pink dress. She had embroidered little flowers to accentuate her figure all the way down to her hips.

“You look beautiful in that dress.” Miche blurted out, causing her to blush harder and breathe unevenly.

“Thank you, sir..”

“Look at me when you speak.”

“O-okay..” she slowly raised her head, still not wanting to make eye contact.

“I will be straight to the point y/n… I like you, not just as a comrade.”

“Understood.” y/n was taking quick, short breaths, causing the tall blonde to get on his knees. She had gone back to her timid mouse state and he could no longer read her.

“Are you scared right now?” Miche tried hard to not sound like a creep.

“No, I like you too!”

“That’s -” he began to speak but got cut off.

“More than a comrade, if you were wondering…” she trailed off shyly. Miche kept staring at her, dumbstruck at her honest confession. This whole time he had no idea about her feelings.

"When were you planning to tell me ..?" Miche asked, pulling a chair behind him. He was still leaning towards y/n with an expression of pure shock.

"I… Never planned on saying anything." Y/n's expression saddened as she looked at him with her doe eyes.

"I can understand.". he was telling the truth. The realisation that their confessions were a result of his impulsive decision dawned on him. He couldn't take his eyes off her form. She looked anxious, fondling with her pendant in one hand.

"Do you want to take this further?" Y/n asked with a shaky voice, and his answer was immediate.

"Yes."

She looked straight into his eyes and smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" The 35 year old man felt like a teenager trying to walk on eggshells. The woman before him giggled and nodded in approval, finally lifting her hand from the pendant. She was starting to settle down, although the butterflies in her stomach made it difficult. Miche was about to lean in when she stopped him and got up from her chair.

"I forgot to lock the door." She said naughtly.

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Okay, I really wanted to turn this into a smut, but I am too chicken. 🙈🥺

#miche aot #miche zacharias #aot miche #section commander miche #miche x reader #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #mike zacharias #miche x you #miche fluff #mike aot #attack on titan #snk miche #aot hange zoe #aot hange #aot canon #canonverse #shingeki no kyojin

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drwcn · 4 years ago

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concubine/sleeper agent!wwx and prince!lwj bullshit continues:

[story board 1] - The two empires and the Imperial Lan Family [story board 2] - WWX, Qishan Wen’s sleeper agent [story board 3] - The inner court (harem) of Hanguang Manor, prior to WWX

→ [Story Board 4] - “A-Xian”, the attendant of Jiang Yanli

Wei Wuxian lived with the Jiangs for 2 years. After he came to Gusu as a 16-yro, he charmed/scammed his way into the Jiang manor, won the favour of Jiang Fengmian, the affection of Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng, and waited. For a long time, no further instructions were given to him from Wen Ruohan. Then, one day, he saw Zhao Zhuliu on the streets of the Capital. Zhao Zhuliu was the head of Wen Ruohan’s intelligence bureau and incidentally, was also Wei Wuxian and Xue Yang’s shifu.

— “Shifu, does bixia finally have an assignment for me?” — “He does. Jiang Yanli is set to marry Lan Wangji. You are to find a way to accompany her to Hanguang-fu and get close to him.” — “Close to him as in...?” — “Any means necessary. He has a harem already, so you will not be the only one vying for his attention. Do think you can handle it?” — “Well I don’t know, shifu,” responded WWX coyly. “ Word on the street is that this Hanguang-wang prefers pretty men. His ce-wangfu Jin Ziyan is famous for his handsomeness, and that mianshou Mo Xuanyu he keeps around is a looker too. Do you think I’ve grown pretty enough?” — “You seem very aware of his household, I’m surprised.” — “Bixia sent me here to observe and learn; I’ve not been idle.”

Wei Wuxian knew Jiang Yanli was set to marry Lan Wangji before she even knew herself. This was not a coincidence. Originally, three years ago, when Lan Wangji was first choosing members of his harem, Jiang Yanli had been considered, but at the time Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan were already engaged to be wed. Jin Zixuan had promised Jiang Yanli that as soon as he passed the imperial scholarly exam and secured a position for himself in His Majesty’s court based on his own merit and not on the influence of his father Jin-guogong (Duke Jin), that he and Yanli would marry. It was a marriage that his late mother had arranged with her best friend Yu Ziyuan, and both Yanli and Zixuan were amenable to it. However, when Jin Zixuan finally passed the exam and ranked 6th in the national polling, he chose to take a position far away from the capital and left without a word of affirmation regarding the engagement. The position was an important one given to Jin Zixuan by Emperor Lan Xichen himself and so in some ways, it was understandable that he could not refused. After Jin Zixuan left the capital, Jin Guangshan went to his “old friend” Jiang Fengmian and “apologized” profusely on his son’s behalf, spewing all sorts of words about how a young man ought to make his way in this world and such. However, this left the Jiangs in an awkward position. Jiang Yanli was 21 yrs old, already older than any unwed noble lady should be. The Jiangs were angry with this outcome, but given the politics of it, they could not say much...and that was when Lianfang-jun Meng Yao revisited an idea that had been put aside three years ago. — “Hanguang-wang...desires to marry A-Li?” Jiang Fengmian was somewhat flabbergasted. “But...” — Meng Yao smiled, “Jiang-houye*, three years ago I came on behalf of er-di to broker a marriage between our two families, but you and Yu-furen both refused on account of her engagement with Jin-xiao-gongye. But I must say ling’ai* is a fine young woman, eloquent and mild-mannered and would make a fine wangfei* some day.” — “Wangfei? but -” — “Yes, Hanguang-wang did say he would choose his own princess or prince consort, but as you can see, even with Jin Ziyan as he ce-wangfu, Qin-fu’ren and Luo-fu’ren at his side, our prince has not shown any desire for any of them to be his legal spouse. He is still waiting, searching, and who’s to say Jiang-gu’niang is not equal if not better than the lot of them?”

What the Jiangs didn’t know was that Jin Guangshan was a traitor and had already sold his loyalty to Wen Ruohan, who promised him to make him a fanwang* when Qishan eventually annexed Gusu. JGS was a mole inside Gusu’s government secretly helping to further Wen Ruohan’s agenda. Nevertheless, Wen Ruohan wanted Wei Wuxian to get close to Lan Wangji, because as helpful as Jin Guangshan was, he was never fully trusted by the royal family and did not know their inner workings. Breaking Jiang Yanli’s marriage with Jin Zixuan was just a matter of convenience. Jin Guangshan was not fussed regarding a simple marriage when the reward would be much greater. As per WRH’s instruction, he used his influences in court to maneuver Lan Xichen into giving Jin Zixuan a position far away from the capital, thus removing his son from the dangerous political atmosphere and freeing up Jiang Yanli as a potential concubine for Lan Wangji. Then, Jin Guangshan sat back and allowed Meng Yao to finish the game that he started. Meng Yao was not a willing participant. He loved Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue but Jin Guangshan held the secret to his past and thus a noose around his neck. Everyone in court knew that Lianfang-jun Meng Yao was once a lieutenant in Nie Mingjue’s army and later became his personal secretary. He was known for his wit and silver tongue and the charming dimples on his cheeks whenever he smiled. However, not many knew that Meng Yao was the bastard son of Jin Guangshan and a prostitute. Meng Shi’s hope was that one day her son would be legitimized by his father, but alas her hopes were in vain. A child born to a whore would be condemned to a live in the “jian” caste unless otherwise freed. It was Nie Mingjue who chose to raise Meng Yao above his station and respected him as a person for the first time in his life. When Nie Mingjue and his long-time sweetheart the crown prince Lan Xichen were set to marry, Meng Yao thought his days of freedom would be over. To his surprise, Nie Mingjue opted to bring him back with him from the borderlands where Nie Mingjue’s battalion was stationed and introduce him to court and to Lan Xichen. It seemed almost impossible that Lan Xichen would love him as unapologetically as Nie Mingjue, but somehow he did. Meng Yao became the only concubine person in Lan Xichen’s harem other than Fengjun Nie Mingjue. Life was perfect, so perfect in fact Meng Yao even entertained the idea of coaxing Lan Xichen to take on a lady or two to be his concubine so that the palace could be filled with little ones. Of course he’d be a little jealous...but they would have children...and Lan Xichen loved babies. Then of course, Jin Guangshan found out who he was, and from that point on, Meng Yao was no longer a free man. Every single moment of his life, his father threatened him with exposure. If anyone were to find out just how unseemly his origin had been, how not only was his mother a prostitute, but he himself had been nearly no different (given to the Nies as a gift by a stupid pandering official), his life would be over. At the very least Lan Xichen would be forced to banish him, at the worst, he’d be dead. Oh there would be no public announcement of course, but it would be said that he had taken ill and succumbed to his frail health, and with his death the smear on the Lan imperial family would be cleansed. Meng Yao didn’t want to die, so he did as Jin Guangshan asked, even when the ask became Nie Mingjue’s life. (But NMJ isn’t really dead...Meng Yao was nothing if not a fighter. He could not let the father who’d cursed him to a less than hellish existence take away from him the first man who’d ever shown him love and kindness.) — “Jiang Yanli must marry Lan Wangji.” Jin Guangshan instructed. “And you must ensure that when she does, the boy goes with her.” — “What boy?” — “The ward of Jiang Fengmian: Wei Wuxian.”

So when Meng Yao came to speak with Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan, naturally he brought up the subject of Lan Wangji’s “preference.” “The Qin family did very well in this regard. They were quite clever in allowing Mo Xuanyu to serve Hanguang-wang; the boy is too low-born to be of any threat. Even if Hanguang-wang’s harem of today becomes the imperial harem of tomorrow, Mo Xuanyu would not be more than a mianshou. His success, on the other hand, would ensure that Hanguang-wang’s favour stay with the Qin family. As we can see, their effort was not in vain. Qin Su became with child rather swiftly. Little Kaisong was born more no later than three months after Jingyi.” Meng Yao explained the delicate nature of the situation to the Jiangs. “If Jiang-guniang is to marry Hanguang-wang, forgive me for my boldness, but she would be wise to bring a male attendant of her own. Wangji is kind and would honour her as his concubine, but the man cannot control his inclinations, as none of us could.” Yu Ziyuan exchanged a look with Jiang Fengmian. Yanli was older now; waiting for Jin Zixuan to keep his promise had delayed her and possibly ruined her prospects. If this marriage to Lan Wangji were to succeed... he is an honourable man who treated all his concubines equally and with respect. If he grew to like Yanli enough to make her his legal spouse as Meng Yao seemed to think is possible...then one day she would be Empress. — “Hanguang-wang’s preference is men. Would he not prefer to have a wangfu instead of a wangfei?” Jiang Fengmian was still hesitant. — “Indeed I’m sure he would, but politics being what it is...” Meng Yao sighed. “I’m sure Wangji understands that having the mother of his heir be his wangfei and his future empress is the best course of action to ensure the stability of the nation. We certainly have no shortage of examples to learn from in history: a shuchu prince with competing shuchu brothers walks a perilous road.” — “Lianfang-jun is wise.” Yu Ziyuan nudged her husband. “Which young man do you suggest we include in the bridal party?” — “That I have not decided, which is why I’ve come to see you today. Jiang-fu is a large manor, surely there must be some servants worthy to catch the eye of our Hanguang-wang. Yu-fu’ren, why don’t you assemble them, and we can have a pick?” — “Lianfang-jun, that is a delightful idea.”

Wei Wuxian was not surprised at all when all the young men of Jiang-fu under 21 and above 16 were assembled in a courtyard. He scanned the crowd; there were about 20-ish of them. One by one, they were beckoned forward, and when it was his turn, he walked with his head bowed towards the man sitting under the eave on a luxurious wicker chair, holding a fan. The fan was very expensive, drawn by an artist in the previous dynasty. An antique. This must be Zewu-di’s* only concubine, Meng Yao. — “Greetings to Lianfang-jun.” — “Raise your head, boy, let me take a good look at you.” — Wei Wuxian obeyed. Meng Yao looked him over once, appraising and evaluating, before making a pleased little noise. “Hm. Your name?” — “Wei Wuxian.” — “Wei...Wuxian?” Meng Yao gave a pretty laugh. “A rather boastful name for so young a person. My, but you are a lovely thing. Tell me, what is your age?” — “Eighteen.” — “Eighteen, excellent. It’s unfortunate that your name isn’t something a little more humble. What does your family call you?” — “My family calls me A-Xian, dianxia.” — “Well A-Xian, if I were to tell you that you’ve been chosen to accompany Jiang-gu’niang to serve Hanguang-wang, what say you?” — WWX thought *I’d say Lan Wangji better sleep with one eye open*, but said with a gracious and deferring bow of his head, “That would be my honour.”

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Note:

houye - marquess ling’ai - a formal way to address someone else’s daughter wangfei - princess consort fanwang - a type of high-ranking prince with their own region/land to govern and possibly even their own army to command under imperial rule. Zewu-di - emperor zewu.

#cql #the untamed #wangxian #wei wuxian #concubine!wwx #assassin!wwx #prince!lwji #cql ficlet #corie fics #without envy

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marvelsbetch · 3 years ago

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Peter Parker’s field trip. Part 1

Warnings: Trans!Peter, Spidypool, sex references, superfamily, transphobia, supportive avengers

Tony POV

I was in my lab waiting for Peter, my newly adopted son, to come home from school when Friday told me I had an email from Peters school. Turning to my phone I opened the email and was completely annoyed. The email read

'Dear Parent/Carer of Patricia Parker,

We are delighted to inform you that we have a surprise field trip for the student to none other than Stark Laboratories. The trip with be a residential starting on March 7th with a trip to Stark Tower, staying the night there with Mr Tony Stark-Rodgers and then having a trip to the Avengers Tower where we will have the opportunity to meet the Avengers and ask them questions. This is a once in a life time opportunity and we hope you allow your daughter to attend. Also, we would like to keep the trip as a surprise for the student so we urge you not to tell them the destinations of the trip.

Yours Sincerely,

Mrs Robbins.'

I was livid. My child Peter is a boy. I do not have a daughter I have a son. I couldn't believe the nerve of this teacher so I stormed out of my lab and in to the main living area of the penthouse and saw my handsome husband lay on the couch watching tv. He looked so calm and collected but I feel this might change.

"Honey, I just got this email from Peters school that I think you should have a look at." I told him handing him my phone.

He looked confused at first but then the anger set in and by time my phone was placed back in my hand he had an evil smirk on his face. I had an idea of why he had that smirk but just to be sure I asked him,

"What's the smirk for?" I asked.

"Tell the teacher our son can go on the trip while I make a few phone calls. Nobody purposely misgenders my son and gets away with it." He is trusted before grabbing his cell phone and walking down the corridor to one of the training room. Probably going to blow off a little steam and anger. Might watch in a little while.

After a second I simply responded to the email stating'

I as Peters legal guardian allow my son to attend this field trip. Is there any additional information that we should be aware of?' It seemed like the appropriate response.

In all honesty I had Pepper invite the school to the towers as a reward for how well they did at the decathlon competition. I was not expecting to receive an email like this.

-5 hours later-

Peter arrived home shortly after the email incident and was greeted to everyone being in the room. Everyone being Me, Cap, Bucky, Nat, Banner, Pepper, Sam, T'Challa, Shuri, Rhodey, Wanda, Vision, Thor, Loki, Clint and Strange along with the Guardians on a Skype call on the tv. We told him it was a spur of the moment gathering as well all missed each other, not an entire lie, but in reality we were plotting to a) embarrass Peter as much as possible on the field trip and b) get back at the teacher for what they did.

We decided to order enough pizza for an entire 3rd world country and discuss Peter's school life as we ate.

"So Peter, has anyone been giving you trouble lately in School? You can tell us the truth." Steve, Peter's other father and my husband, asked.

"No everything just fine." He terribly lied.

"Come on kid. I've known you for almost two years now, don't try and lie. If there's anyone giving you any type of shit for whatever reason please know that you can tell us." I explained to him all of a sudden getting very serious. I could see him fighting with himself on weather to tell us something or not but decided not to as he then said he had homework to do and went to his room.

"So, he's either lying or the teacher isn't as bad as we think." Loki observed.

"No, he was lying. I could feel his conflict and pain in remembrance of what people have said to him. I'm not one for violence but someone needs to pay for what he's been dealing with." Wanda told us with tears in her eyes.

Cap and Barton walked over to comfort her and hopefully stop her crying. My blood started boiling, Wanda was a strong person and if what Peter's going through brings her to tears then that's a lot for one person to go through. What else has this teacher or student done? Why won't he tell us? Does he not trust us? That last question broke my heart.

"Baby, you okay?" I hear Steve ask moving towards me and holding both my hands in his.

"No. I'm pissed. I'm pissed at any one who hurt my son. I'm pissed at us for not making sure he knows he can talk to us. And I'm pissed at the world for making his go through all of this." I told him with tears coming to my eyes.

Steve pulled me close to my chest and held me tight. He stroked his hands through my hair as he tried to calm me down. I could tell he was mad to, we all were, but he was trying to hold it in despite everyone being here to essentially punish this teacher was his idea. Embarrassing Peter was mine.

"Right, so what do we do about this? I'm not letting anyone hurt my nephew and get away with it." Nat said sitting up and pulling a knife from who knows where to sharped her nails. That women scares me so much.

"How about we just drop in during the day and make sure one of us is always with him. If he has one of us always there and we make it apparent that we know and support him the I doubt even someone as bigoted as his teacher is going to say something. Then we can embarrass him when we're with him." Sam suggested.

"I like that. Where are we all going to be stationed?" Loki asked.

"Well if I speak to the tour guide I could get Banner to give them a lesson on Gamma radiation as the first. Then, Barton or somebody drops in. After that they will be taken to a different lab with Shuri and T'Challa. By that time it should be lunch where Thor and Loki could drop in and the guardians land near the level 7 outside cafeteria. Then we can have Sam drop some stuff from above like a water balloon or something and Bucky bake his favourite cookies to bring to him. After Lunch they're looking around some other labs where Shuri could also be along with Banner. I think they're also going to be visiting the training rooms so Nat, Cap, Bucky and T'Challa could be fighting and Wanda, Vision and Strange could be training their magic." I suggested feeling better now that we were planning this.

March 6th

-Peter's POV-

I was in Chemistry faintly heading the teacher, Mrs Robbins, drone on and on about ionic bonding and how it differs to covalent bonding. It was something I already knew so I didn't need to listen until Ned started hitting my arm. Turning to look at him he simply nodded to the direction of the teacher. I turned around just to catch two words that made my heart drop.

"-Field trip!" Our teacher cheered with a big smile on her face.

Field trip? To where and why?

"That's right, we have organised a surprise field trip for you all as a reward for how well you've all done on your recent exams. Only the top 20 student of the entire school will have the privilege of going. The destination will be a surprise but I will say to bring an overnight bag and money for food and such. You're parents have already got an email consenting for your attendance and the bus will be leaving at 8am tomorrow so don't be late." She further explained.

The whole surprise field trip thing made me nervous beyond all belief. I may not technically be a Parker anymore but the luck definitely followed me and the idea of having to go on an overnight field trip made me terrified. Also, our parents got an email. This means that either Dad (Tony) or Pops (Steve) knew about this probably weeks ago and didn't tell me, this only fulled my anxiety.

Soon the bell went signalling the end of the day and our temporary liberation from this educational prison. On the way out Mrs Robins pulled me aside. It confused me at first until she put our most recent test infront of me. My name circled in big red circles, I know what's about to happen.

"Patricia, you must stop this. You're name is not Peter, you're not a boy. You were born a girl and therefore are, there is no picking and choosing with what God gave you. You must understand this by now. This little joke has gone too far that you're name has been requested to change on our register. Get it through you're head that you are not a boy and you will go to hell for thinking otherwise. One more incident like this and you'll have detention for the rest of the year. Got it?" She basically shouted at me pointing to my circled name on the test.

"No. My name is Peter and I am a boy, I don't care what God assigned me because he got it wrong. I am a boy and my name is Peter as we have gotten it legally changed." I rebutted getting impatient with her ignorance.

"Don't speak to me like that young man. You have no right to change Gods idea and destiny for you. Just thing, you're a girl meaning you can have kids and spread God's message to others and have many kids. Just what God planned for all women." She told me trying to sound sweet but came off and incredibly patronising.

At this point I was too angry to listen to her bulls**t (Gotta keep it Steve friendly people) so I stormed out the room. She started yelling for me to come back to the classroom but I didn't listen and continued walking till I reached the car Happy was in to take me home.

I got in the car and started telling Happy about my day while playing classic songs on my phone such as Highway to Hell, You gave love a bad name and Living on a Prayer. He pretended like he didn't care but I could tell he was listening and hanging onto every word I was saying. I love that about Happy, he acts like he doesn't care but in reality he does and he does a lot. He once caught Flash saying stuff about me and threatened to hit him with the car, he almost did as well but we were running late to a meeting I had to go to with Dad. Of course that didn't stop Flash as he still likes to torment me daily but he now does it more secretly making it more bearable.

We soon made it home and I found all of my dysfunctional family,minus the guardians who were on a Skype call, sat in the living room watching a movie on the tv. I quickly set my bag down on the kitchen island and settled right next to Tony (Dad) who was cuddling Cap (Pops). Everyone was asking me questions about my day and school life in general. They focused mostly on if people were bullying on me. It worried me a little because as much as I know I can go to them, I don't want to because I know that if I tell them everything that's happened they'll kill people and I don't want that for my family. Half of them only just got pardoned and I don't want the governments to revoke that.

"Sorry guys but I got homework. The pizza was delicious, is it okay if I invite Wade around?" I pleaded with Pops knowing he's more likely to say yes.

"Yes but that door stays open hound man. Do I make myself clear?" Pops asked in a stern voice.

"Crystal." I responded before taking out my phone to call Wade, grabbed my bag and walked to my room.

"Hey Baby Boy, what's up?" Wade asked after picking up his phone.

"Not much, Pops said you could come around." I told him making him slightly squeal.

"Okay Baby Boy, I'll be there in 10 minutes. I love you." Wade informed.

"I love you to Babe." I said before hanging up with a smile on my face.

-10 minutes later-

I was sat at my desk finishing my algebra homework when I heard someone knock on the window. Knowing it was Wade I turned with a smile on my face and let him in.

"Hey Baby Boy, how was your day?" Wade asked making himself comfortable on my bed.

"It was fine, quite boring if I'm honest. We did get told about this residential field trip tomorrow though. Sorry I won't be here for most of the weekend. I'm sure my Dads will love having you around." I joked sitting on his lap and cuddling into his chest.

"It's fine Pete. I'll just have to savour our time together now." He said wiggling his eyebrows and kissing me passionately.

"My Pops said to keep the door open." I told him pulling away with a massive blush spread across my cheeks.

"Does that rule apply to your en-suite?" Wade asked.

"I don't believe so." I answered getting up from his lap and dragging him into my en-suite, which is where we stayed for the rest of the night.

To be continued...

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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Sleeping Vampire ー Sakamaki Ayato

Source: Diabolik Lovers Vandead Carnival

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

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Ayato takes a seat on your bed.

*Thud*

"Che...Oi, wake up, Chichinashi. I don’t mind assaultin’ you in your sleep like usual. But I’m not really hungry, you know. I actually came all the way to your room to have you keep me company, so whatcha sleepin’ for, huh? Geez. Wake up already! (1) It’d be hella dull if you’re just snoozin’ away, right? Come on, look this way!

*Rustle*

“What? You really think you can pretend to be asleep and trick me with that crappy act of yours? Hehe...Well, I don’t mind playin’ along though? You’re basically givin’ me a free pass to do anythin’ I want, right? Hmー... Touchin’ you somewhere you wouldn’t want me to sounds fun...but to your current self, anythin’ I do is basically a reward. You’ve gotten totally used to it...You’re the scary one of us two. You feign ignorance, but you can’t fight back ‘gainst my fangs. If anything...They make you totally happy. ...For real, that’s what makes you fascinatin’, hehe.

Speaking of which, I feel like I haven’t seen you twist your face in fear very much as of late. Even the face you make when in pain...always changes right away? You end up looking at me with a longing expression...Well, that’s not bad either though? Hehe. I won’t let you deny it, you know? ‘Bout the expressions you make to entice men. ...It’s a conscious decision you make, isn’t you?”

You remain quiet.

“Che...You’re really persistin’ ‘bout pretendin’ to be asleep, huh? Fine by me? In that case, I’ll do as I please too. Your expression yearnin’ for pleasure isn’t the only face I wanna see you make after all. Seeing you shake all over like a fool from fear, or even hearing you cry out like an idiot from the pain and sufferin’ would work too. Also...Those eyes full of despair, not even capable of sheddin’ tears are quite the treat as well. ...Aah, makes me wanna see them again for the first time in a while. Say...You don’t mind, do you?

You still give no reaction.

“...Che. Oi, Chichinashi! This is the part where you jump up and make a fool out of yourself by gettin’ mad, no!? The fuck’s up with that reaction? It’s annoyin’! At this rate, I’m actually gonna do it, you know? My fangs only ever make you happy...so I’ll do somethin’ different. ...Hehe. Seems like you think that you’ve been through hell and back already. But that was only the very beginning. I’m more than capable of givin’ you a taste of pain you’ve never experienced before, don’t forget that? I’ll test whether you can...endure it or not.”

You flinch.

“Haha...You’ve got your brows furrowed, you know? (2) Even if you tense up your body, it’ll still hurt...and you’d still suffer...right? Better not regret it? Nn...”

*Smooch*

*Rustle rustle*

You open your eyes.

“Pfft...That face! What are you looking so surprised ‘bout? Haha...Nn...”

*Smooch*

*Rustle rustle*

“You’ve finally woken up, huh?”

*Thud*

“Oi! Don’t be pushin’ me away from the moment you open your eyes! Hehe...Aren’t your cheeks a lil’ flushed?”

You ask him what this is about

“You wanna know what I’m doin’? ...Kissin’ you, duh. I don’t know what you were thinkin’ I’d do...but you like this sorta stuff, don’t you? You had this really dreamy look in your eyes after I kissed you, you know? Well, I’m the one kissin’ you. I guess that’s a given.

You try and explain your reaction.

Even so...Don’t be resistin’ when I’m kissin’ me. Ahー Did you think I’d do somethin’ a little more intense? Say...What were you imaginin’ while layin’ there with your eyes closed?”

You refuse to say.

“I’m askin’ you a question so answer me. You thought I’d do something a little more extreme, didn’t you?”

You avert your gaze.

“Hehe...Oi, what’s your answer? You can shake your head and pretend to be innocent all you want, but I already know what kinda girl you are deep down. You were imaginin’ what horrible things I’d do to you, weren’t you?”

You bite your bottom lip.

“Say...Just a few smooches doesn’t satisfy you, does it?”

You puff out your cheeks.

“Haha...Ahー Geez, shut up. Don’t get your panties in a knot. You’re the one who kept quiet this whole time, and now you’re this wide awake. You’re a hundred years too early to try and defy me.”

You ask him to stop.

“...’Stop’? Hmph. You think you have the right to say that? I’m hurt. I mean, you tried to deceive me just now, didn’t you? Why were you pretendin’ to be asleep?”

You explain.

“Hah? You were actually sleepin’? Are you stupid? No way I’d listen to your excuses!”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Where do you think you’re goin’? Don’t move without my permission.”

You try and blame Ayato for sneaking into your room.

“Haah? I attack you during your sleep all the time though? Why complain about it now?”

You tell him you want to sleep now.

“Fool. You really think I care if you’re tired or not? Why are you so tired anyway? ...Che, were you doin’ somethin’ behind my back? Don’t tell me...You haven’t been bitten by one of the other dudes, right? You know what will happen if you let someone else suck your bloo...Wait, that’s not the case?”

You try and explain yourself.

“You were studyin’ the whole time...Up until this late at night? Well, that’s not my problem tho...”

You point out that Ayato has gotten the same assignment.

“It does? ...Homework? Math problems? ...No idea. I don’t even know which problems you’re talkin’ ‘bout.”

You tell him there will be a test as well.

“A test for English class? No clue either. ...Why, you ask? ...I was asleep durin’ class so how do you expect me to remember?”

You sigh.

“Wouldn’t anyone grow sleepy whem havin’ to listen to some teacher recitin’ formulas or English phrases like it’s some sort of spell?”

You tell him it’s important to write that stuff down.

“Haah? Why would I take notes? I don’t need that crap, and even if I do, I can just steal yours.”

You complain.

“Fuck off! Don’t talk all high and mighty for a Chichinashi! You keep on tellin’ me not to snooze during class but who gives a damn? Listenin’ to those borin’ lectures like you do isn’t my cup of tea.”

You tell him he’ll be in trouble for the exams next week.

“...Aah? We’ve got tests next week as well? First thing I hear ‘bout that.”

You scold him.

“...Aah!? Shut up! Who cares ‘bout that trivial crap!?”

You warn Ayato about having to repeat his year.

“...Heeh? You’re worried ‘bout me havin’ to repeat my year, huh? Aah, right. I guess you don’t want us to get separated.”

You shake your head.

“Aah? You wouldn’t like that, no?”

You shrug.

“For example...You’ll no longer be able to beg for my fangs whenever you’re craving them, you know?”

You get flustered again.

“Haha...What? Sometimes you’re the one who asks for it, remember? Being all like ‘I want to be pierced by Ayato-kun’s fangs so badly, I don’t know what to do with myself!’ Even if you don’t voice it out loud, it’s written all over your face, you know?”

You try and deny it.

“Haha...That’s what it looks like to me so can you blame me? For example...Right. You were spacin’ out during last period yesterday, weren’t you?”

You tell him that’s not true.

“Nah, I remember? Your jaw was all slacked (3), I was actually wonderin’ whether you’d start droolin’ or not. ...You were thinkin’ of me, weren’t you?”

You shake your head.

“Don’t lie! Then why did you have that dreamy look in your eyes!? You’ve been tellin’ me off for sleepin’ during class, so there’s no way you’d admit you were sleepy yourself and yawned, right? So, what was the deal, huh?”

You don’t reply.

“...Hehe. Since you’re stayin’ quiet, you’re basically admittin’ it, huh? What were you daydreamin’ ‘bout during class? Come on, tell me. ...Specifyin’ which part of me you were thinkin’ ‘bout is fine as well, you know?”

You tell him to stop since he already saw right through you.

“Shut up! I don’t care if I’m right or not! Answer me...Is it my fangs you like? Or perhaps...”

*Rustle rustle*

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...This tongue? Haha...You like gettin’ licked, don’t you?”

You flinch.

“Say, does bein’ licked really feel that good? ...Hehe. Ahー I guess it depends on where I lick you? Well, I know all of your sensitive spots tho. You prefer bein’ licked over bein’ carrassed, no? How is it?”

You look away.

“If you don’t give me an answer soon, I’ll only keep on addin’ questions? It’d be in your best interest to stop blushin’ and just honestly tell me, you know?”

You respond.

“...Haha. You should have just genuinely admitted you like it right away. Well, it’s something I already knew though. That you just love me oh-so much.”

You tell Ayato it’s embarrassing to hear him confess his love like that.

“Hehe...You’re the one who confessed, no? You like bein’ licked by my tongue, don’t you?”

You whimper softly.

“...Haha. You’ve totally gotten a taste of it.”

You blink in confusion.

“Of what, you ask? The taste of joy from bein’ toyed ‘round with like this?”

You deny it.

“Hah...? Oi, what didya say just now?”

You repeat it.

“Heeh, you really think you can tell me you hate me and get away with it?”

You retaliate.

“That’s exactly the part of me you dislike? ...What a cruel woman you are. I’m doin’ this to please you tho?”

You frown.

“What? Got a problem with that?”

You reply.

“Heeh...You’ve sure got guts. But you won’t get away talkin’ back to me like that. If you wanna know what I’ll do...For starters, I’ll kick you out from underneath these soft, comfortable covers...How ‘bout payin’ a visit to the torture chamber for the first time in a while? Hehe...I won’t let you say you’ve forgotten ‘bout that place.”

Your eyes widen.

“Hehe...Seems like imaginin’ it gave you a good wake-up call.”

You tell him it’s bed time.

“Shut up. Do you really need to sleep? I’m invitin’ you along to keep me company. You should feel honored?”

You remind Ayato that you have school tomorrow.

“Aah? You really think I’d give a damn ‘bout classes tomorrow? If you get sleepy, you can just snooze there, or you could always skip school as well. ...Hah? Whatcha mean, you’d leave me behind and go to classes? You really think I’d let you? Fool! For one, why are you so damn fussy ‘bout goin’ to class? I take my eyes off you for one second and you’ve run off to some other classroom...Just the other day, you didn’t come back until 3rd period!”

You explain.

“...Off-campus activities? You were participatin’ in that shit? ...What I did in the meantime...? Nothin’, really. When I woke up, the classroom was empty, so I decided to kill time by sleepin’ some more but you just wouldn’t come back...So when I wandered ‘round the hallway for a bit, I messed up and let Reiji find me. I panciked and made a run for it, endin’ up in the broadcastin’ room. Mr. Sleepyhead was snoozin’ soundly there, so I decided to drop one of the vases in the room on the floor. Yet he wouldn’t wake up at all! That dude definitely has some screws loose!”

You tell him off.

“Aah? Who cares ‘bout a stupid vase or two. I was honestly goin’ to throw it at him, but it was heavy so I scratched that idea.”

You tell him that would have hurt Shuu.

“The fuck...? Don’t be worryin’ ‘bout some other guy!”

You ask if he’s upset because you were worried about Shuu.

“Of course. What else could I mean? Geez...I was runnin’ ‘round lookin’ for you ‘cause you had disappeared, remember?”

You explain.

“Fuck off! Whether it’s goin’ to another classroom (4) or havin’ to go change for P.E., you just wander off on your own too often! You really expect me to remember our time table? ...Hmph! You can just drag me along to the next classroom, can’t you? ...It’s dull ‘cause you keep on disappearin’ on me without a word of warning.”

You sigh.

“Hmph. I’m definitely not lettin’ you sleep until it gets dark outside...We’re skippin’ school today.”

You protest.

“Heeh...Then let’s see if you can lull me to sleep instead. Hehe. Give it a try if you dare. However, I slept through most classes except for gym today, so it’s not gonna be easy?”

You ask for a hint.

“A hint? How am I supposed to think of somethin’ when I’m the one who can’t sleep? On top of that, you have to do the work, right? ...Hehe. Altho I feel like I’d only feel even more awake if you were to sing me a lullaby or somethin’. What else...I guess you could read me a book too. Hmー Actually, there’s this book I’ve been curious ‘bout, so read it to me.”

You ask for the title.

“The title? What was it again? ...I don’t remember, but the contents seemed really excitin’. It was somethin’ ‘bout what happens beyond the stuff they teach you in health class (5)...Which means it has a bunch of good stuff written in there, right? I’m sure it teaches you ‘bout the things left out by the textbooks, don’t you think? Hehe, aren’t you curious too? I’m pretty sure I saw it layin’ ‘round in Laito’s room...”

You seem skeptical.

“Hehe...Exactly. I saw it lined up in that freak’s room. Seeing as he kept it on the very back of the shelf, I’m pretty sure the contents are pretty extreme...? Say, doesn’t that pique your interest?”

You tell him it is an anatomy book.

“Ahー A book on the human body? Then, it’d talk ‘bout the different mechanisms of the body too, righ?”

You explain.

“Hah? It has anatomy drawings in it? The different parts of the ‘capillary vessels’...And now in English? (5) Don’t think you can deceive me like that! ...Whatever. I’ll find out once I go fetch it.”

You frown.

“I’m looking forward to it, you know? Especially...the erotic scenes and such? I don’t mind if you teach me directly with your body either? Aah, by the way, you can’t just read it with a monotone voice, okay? Make sure to put some emotion in there. ...While imaginin’ it, okay? If there’s a part you don’t get, I’ll teach you. For example...Like this, perhaps?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Haha...What’s with that...Pfft...lame reaction?”

You get mad.

“Ahー I know! Stop complainin’ and get to business.”

You frown.

“Whatever, just listen to what I say. You want me to fall asleep, don’t you? Then you’ll have to do somethin’ ‘bout that. And who knows, your book-reading might actually do the trick.”

You nod.

“Haha, if you understand...then hurry up and go get the book.”

You open your mouth to protest.

“I’m not listenin’ to what you have to say. Come on, get movin’. Ahー... But, I guess I can’t let you go to that pervert’s room at this hour.”

Ayato moves away

*Rustle*

“I’ll go get it instead so wait here, ‘kay? I’ll choose a really intense one. Once I’ve got my hands on the book, I’ll have you read it out loud no matter what, okay? Hehe.

You tug him back into the bed by his sleeve.

*Rustle*

"That hurt! Che...Grabbin’ me so aggressively, when the fuck did you get that strong?”

You apologize.

“Hehe...Well, this isn’t a big deal. More importantly...What do you want from me to grab me that desperately? You don’t want me to go get the book? But aren’t you the one who said you wanted to put me to bed? Or maybe...Ahー I see. ...Since you’re this frantic, I guess you really don’t want me to leave your bed, huh? If you admit you don’t want us to be apart for even one second, I don’t mind listenin’ to your request? So...Beg me not to leave.”

You whisper.

“...Can’t hear you. Well then, guess I’ll go fetch that pervert’s book...”

You grab hold of his hand.

*Rustle*

“Haha...Didn’t think I’d see you cling onto me like that.”

You try and explain yourself.

“What part am I wrong about? You don’t want me to leave, right? I won’t let you say it’s just ‘cause you don’t wanna read the book. Hehe...Be honest with yourself already. You don’t want to be separated from me, do you?”

You nod.

“Heehー Fine, fine. If you want me to stay close that badly, I’ll embrace you...like this.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Your heart’s beatin’ way too fast. Are you that happy? Also...Nn...You smell sweet. I wonder why you smell this sweet...?”

You ask if he’ll suck your blood.

“Not really...I’m not gonna suck your blood today.”

You seem puzzled.

“...Since you seem to want it so badly, I won’t.”

You giggle.

“Don’t laugh. Instead...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Hah...Haha, that expression...I can’t get enough of it. What do you mean? ...Exactly like I said. I mean you’re incredibly cute.”

You protest.

“What’s the problem? I feel that way so just honestly accept it.”

You note that Ayato is acting off.

“It’s out-of-character for me...? I don’t go ‘round sayin’ this to just ‘bout anyone, you know? ...Hehe. It’s written all over your face that you’re actually barely containin’ your joy. Well, I guess that’s to be expected since I made an exception to praise you like that. Come on...Cling onto me tighter. Nn...”

*Smooch*

“You should take some initiative as well. While kissin’...I’ll let you do as you please.”

You kiss him.

*Smooch*

“...Pfft. You suck. Press them properly against each other. That wasn’t nearly enough. More...Nn...”

*Smooch*

“Hehe...It’s already night out, huh?”

You seem worried about school.

“...Well, I don’t mind lettin’ you sleep soon. ...If you were to fall asleep now, you’d still be in the land of dreams by the time the limousine leaves after all.”

You shake your head.

“What? You’re gonna go to school without gettin’ any sleep? Che...Don’t be actin’ like such a miss goody-two shoes. Hold up...Oi. Your eyes are already startin’ to look drowsy...Well, fallin’ asleep while kissin’ doesn’t sound half bad either, does it?”

He kisses you again.

“Nn...”

*Smooch*

“Hehe...Dozin’ off while entangled like this might be nice too. The possessive side inside of me will feel satisfied seeing your melted expression, and at some point, I’ll just nod off without realizin’...I thought that was normal but this might be another way to go ‘bout it as well. I’ll kiss you, so just go sleep already...Nn.”

*Smooch*

You try your best to stay awake.

“Just forget ‘bout school. You’d just fall asleep during the test if you were to go, don’t you think? Stop strugglin’ in vain already. Instead of...goin’ to that stupid school, you should just stay with me the whole time...I’m tellin’ you you can sleep in my arms.”

You blush.

“That way, you won’t suddenly disappear on me the second I take my eyes off you. You’re always talkin’ ‘bout havin’ to collect hand-outs or cleanin’ the classroom (7), right? There’s no need for you to do that shit though. You should only ever work for my sake. For one, I don’t like it when you get up from your seat...Actually, why do we have individual seats at school anyway? They should just use sofas instead.”

*Rustle*

“That’d be perfect to keep you locked in my embrace like this...don’t you think? I definitely won’t let you go. ...Hehe, just give up. You can no longer run. Fall asleep already. ...Goodnight.”

You close your eyes.

“...What? You actually fell asleep? ...Pfft. What a silly face. You’ve got your mouth wide open, you know? This kind of expression of yours...It’s not that interesting, but not bad either. Nn...”

*Smooch*

“I didn’t think I’d feel this way...just from connectin’ our lips. Say...How ‘bout you? Che, she’s sound asleep...Guess she won’t wake up anymore now that it’s this late. Hehe...I won’t allow you to dream ‘bout some other guy, okay? Only ever...look at me...”

Ayato closes his eyes as well.

Once you wake up tomorrow morning...You better tell me...what you dreamt about...”

He dozes off.

“Nn...Yui...I love you...Nn...”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) 目をさます or ‘me o samasu’ literally means ‘to open one’s eyes’, but in English the verb ‘to wake up’ is actually a little more accurate.

(2) Literally he points out that there are ‘wrinkles’ in between her eyebrows.

(3) しまりのない or ‘shimari no nai’ is always tricky for me to translate because it means ‘loose’, ‘lax’ or ‘slack’. I can’t help but feel like it sounds awkward in English though.

(4) At Japanese high schools, the students generally stay in the same classroom while the teachers swap. However, for certain classes such as art, music and science, they may have to move to another classroom which has the right equipment. These are called ‘移動教室’ or ‘idou-kyoushitsu’ which means ‘moving classroom’, literally.

(5) Sex education is also a part of 保健体育 or ‘hoken-taiku’ which is ‘health class’, so I’m sure Ayato is talking about some sort of erotic novel.

(6) Literally he asks her what language she is speaking, implying he has no idea what she is talking about.

(7) Students at Japanese middle & high schools usually help out with several tasks such as cleaning the classroom after classes are over, or collecting print-outs and carrying them to the staff room. Even in the games, there’s a bunch of scenarios where Yui is asked to do that sort of stuff.

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serosgirl · 4 years ago

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— presentation: FOCUS! ꒰ — jump starting my new blog with a composition i previously uploaded to my wattpad account, wrldhorror. here, requests for drabbles and headcanons are welcome! minors dni, but if you are of the age of consent guidelines apply (see here). ꒱

this a mature composition that contains descriptions of actions that are not appropriate for children who are not of age. there will be no further warning, so you must read at your own discretion.

✧˖*°࿐ focus ❛ just focus on me, keep your eyes on me ❜

warnings: nudity, smut, cockwarming, cunt slapping, 18+

various textbooks and paper-copy assignments were left unattended to and forgotten as [yn]'s conscious descended into a state of dream-like infatuation. coherent dialogue failed to part her kiss-swollen lips, pitiful whimpers slurring each syllable that fell from her glossed appendages. she struggled to assemble sensible thought as, presently, her levelheadedness began to plummet and accumulate in a fragmented pile of shambles.

"pay attention, or i'll make you." withdrawing the female from her state of stupefaction, a noticeably smooth baritone glissaded the goosed flesh of [yn]'s extremities while trailing the length of her spine and causing her to erect in abrupt attentiveness. the velvet tone of his octaves prompted the young lady to shudder, inducing her to further rut her hips against his own. their hips meet at a pace that could only be described as painstakingly sensual but still harsh enough to be interpreted as needful. a stifled moan prompted [yn] to toss her head before dropping it into the clothed shoulder of her lover.

kneading against [yn]'s viscid, pulsating heat was her boyfriend's sex, the length stretching the width of her cunt with a modest singe that caused her skin to set ablaze with a newfound coating of arousal, tears welling upon her waterline and threatening to depart the silken lashes that flittered until they began to blink at a pace of leisure, the strands sinking steadily. "you're not making this any easier for me." her complaint was exhaled as a soft whine, her glassy hues fluttering close with an implosive grind of her pelvis. [yn] pressed more weight into the grind of their bodies. "i'll be good for you, shoto. won't you pay attention to me?" lifting her head to meet todoroki's indifferent gaze, [yn] pouted at his nonchalance, prettily exhibiting her bottom lip as it jutted in perplexity.

weakly fisting bundles of his cotton tee in the palm of her hands, [yn] sighed a reply, stiffening on todoroki's lap as her silken parapet milked the male for all of his worth, aching for a method that would result in illimitable pleasure. reaching for euphoria, yearning for ferocious shock impulses that would render her limbs useless and turn her stature into putty, [yn] impatiently replied to one of shoto's former queries. "the answer is renunciation."

inspiration for a sadistic idea such as this method of study befell upon [yn]'s shoulders. specifically, she was to harbor the blame for her predicament as discovering the most beneficial technique of cramming a lecture before the designated date of an inescapable exam was a conversation commenced herself. shoto agreed to aiding her with such probe, even suggesting a method of his own. if she were to answer correctly, she'd be presented a reward for her troubles. unluckily, she had failed to do so numerous times.

"try again, princess." as determined beforehand, the punishment for any incorrect answer would ensue a brutal thrust of his hips, the motion never failing to swipe the flushed tip of his cock against a particular doughy spot of her insides, causing a honeyed moan of his name to escape her trembling lips. "come on. you're almost there, baby. two more questions and i'll make that pretty mouth of yours squeal in delight."

"it's polity," her answer was breathy and at a pitch no louder than a whisper. "i know it is." struggling to straddle his thighs, her own began to tremble in discomfort. she tentatively eased onto his lap, sinking herself into a position that allowed for her cervix to thumb against the rosy head that was sheathed between her legs. beginning to give into impulse and shove their hips together, [yn] shakily rolled her hips, hoping a subtle movement such as that would not be prominent enough to garner the attention of her admirer.

as if in disbelief, todoroki softly laughed at the girl in his arms. a condescending gaze fell upon her shoulders before dismissively peering at the papers that had fallen askew and were splayed upon a maple desktop. "it's as if you're purposefully getting these wrong," scoffing but with no intention of reprimanding her, he brought his lips to her ear and kissed rhetoric against her heated skin. delicately placing a kiss beneath the lobe of her ear, he descended upon the base of her neck. in response, she lulled her head until it rolled about, further allowing the male to mark her skin with deep colored blemishes. "should i punish you?" pausing his former traveling of love-spawned markings of adulation, he froze at the dip of her collar bone, sucking at the supple skin until it became an angry bruise.

shoto's lidded stare observed the withering figure of his girl. devouring her with a magnetic gape, his hues inundated, drinking in her flustered disposition until he could no longer prevent himself from swallowing her sobs of pleasure. a gentle brush of their lips transcended into a duel of hunger, each pulling the other in as if they were to disappear.

humming into the feral abundance of the rough brush of their lips, [yn] couldn't help but arch against her lover as the hand placed above her hip pulled her close. the movement caused for travel of her pelvis, further ramming her neglected cunt against the flushed rod that convulsed at the greedy clench of her plush walls.

at her sensual movement, todoroki's own hips bucked into her own, further stroking his cockhead against the surface of her gummy walls, causing his cock to twitch in anticipation. hissing, shoto's head momentarily fell before he brought his hands to [yn]'s hips and tightened his grasp on her ceaseless grind. "i told you to be still, did i not?"

"please," opposing the installment of todoroki's palms, [yn] continued to sink onto his length, sputtering a request that was near to dying out. "don't stop." leaning into his embrace, she pressed her temple against his own, low moans filling the space as she continued to generate friction between the heat of her legs. "just a little harder."

straining to prevent himself from giving into wild desire, the boy's attention fell to the bundled skirt that scrunched around the waist of his companion. his bi-colored hues followed the movement of her thighs as she rolled her hips. "look at you," shoto's fingers brush the underside of her chin, a few of his fingers cupping the base of her neck as to lift her head from his peripheral and bring it to his forefront visual. "grinding against everything. you're quite the needy thing, aren't you?" tilting her head as if examining a newfound discovery, shoto's cold stare devoured the sight of his flustered girlfriend, her desperate expression persuading him to ravish her until she could no longer recite his given name.

"what's another word for wise, baby?" his attention drooped from the dipped bridge of her nose and fell upon the curve of her lips as he questioned her in regards to the current subject of focus. her gape rounded at an involuntary twitch of her hips, barely comprehending a word that fell from his lips. almost unable to process any speech of interest, [yn]'s sight relied on intensively providing each mound a devoted gawk. a badgering ache numbed her rational thought, swallowing the sensible and only rational portion of her conscious in a sudden pit of longing.

"sagacious." sputtering the last of vocabulary, she huffed and willed herself to patiently sit on the quivering muscle that battered the cushion of her insides.

"atta girl," congratulating her for finishing her allotted assignment, todoroki shifted, edging his pelvis to where it eagerly shifted against her own. "that's a feat worthy of praise. how should i reward you?" choking todoroki's dick in awaited hope, her gummy walls fluttered and squeezed in excitement. "do you want to cum?" persistently nodding at his question, she batted her lashes, attempting to pull him closer by threading her fingers along the back of his head, brushing their lips together but leaving a distance that left them barely touching. todoroki's optics flickered to her nearing lips before settling a hard stare upon her own. "then, ask nicely. use your words like a good little girl."

"i'll be good for you. i promise." aware that her acclamation was not enough to satisfy the unconvinced male before her, she sucked up her own pride and snapped her gaze away from his own, watching glittering rays of light penetrate through the lace curtains of the occupied bedroom. "won't you ravish me?" protruding the mound of her bottom lip, a pout pulled at her cheeks as she unwillingly begged, playing into todoroki's undermining motives.

attentive to the nude colored appendages, the boy was unable to cease his withdrawn condition. mindlessly discerning the cupid's bow curve of her lips, todoroki compelled himself to descend deeper into his lengthening pit of limitless desire. his different colored optics followed the cute pucker of her mouth, aimlessly wondering the features of her expression until perceiving the endearingly shy look she bore. noticing the unfocused gape of her cowardice countenance, shoto's lips stretch across his cheeks, a slant to his smile as he lifts his brows in mischief. "you'll have to speak up if you want your request obliged." evident in his tone was a smug expression as his narrowed lids attempted to meet the eyes of his lover. though, his expression flattens when not even the pearl-like pitch of his tone acquires the attention of his girlfriend.

leaning forward to trail his knuckles across the goosing skin of her ribcage, the reddened pads of his fingertips work to dig the wool of her sweater in his hands and hike the cloth over her head. perking her breasts sat the cloth of a wired bra, the intricate lace cupping the hills while extra flesh nearly spilled from the confinement at the quick haste of todoroki's movement. her chest bounded as the hem of her shirt roughly glided against the fabric, the action causing the different textures to drift and brush against her breasts.

attaching his lips to her cleavage, todoroki made swift movements as to unclasp the black undergarment and place her back against the table that had formerly been occupied to responsibly study. the sudden rise of his seated position further pressed his cock into her cunt, the motion oozing slick that dripped from the origin of penetration onto the desk. the change deliciously stroked her walls, a squeak parting her lips as she clasped onto his shoulders.

disregarding the copy of papers, the fiery skin of the young lady now dominated the area. [yn]'s elbows propped her against the wood as she questionably observed the change of position. [ec] orbs analyzed the male who lowered over her figure, prompting her to relax as he cupped the back of her knees to lock her hips in place, using his grip to pin her knees to her chest as he captured a squeamish moan with his mouth.

"disobedient, aren't you?" not specifically searching for a response, he continued, "make sure you behave for me, princess. if you make a sound, i'll edge you until you're crying for relief," terminating further debate, an abrupt snap of his hips initiated copious muffled moans, the girl cupping her mouth to prevent squeals of rapture from growing consequently clamorous. "lie there and give me a pretty show, okay?" gripping a hip as to control the force of his rapid assault, shoto began to pummel her walls with ruthless vigor, the table used for leverage creaking beneath them.

scuttering as to escape the brutal snapping of his waist, [yn] arched against the flat surface of the table, heels searching for something to ground into. such expedition was futile as her toes curled into the air, her legs dwindling and hooking around her lover. the extended extremities tensed at the deliberately vicious thrust of his hips. he wanted her to violate his rule! the pace he began with was causing the task of remaining silent impossible when the quick jerks of his hips allow him to reach depths that cause [yn]'s optics to roll to the back of her head.

the fingers coiled around her mouth begin to weaken, the palm of her hand slipping from her face and instead gripping todoroki's forearm for the gain of proper leverage. the next pound rammed into her withering heat plunged against the velvet insides of her sex, the pink head of his cock driving into a doughy area that had her toes curling tighter than before, and an inaudible, choked wail that reverberated within the confines of her throat was soon swallowed with a gulp of air. quick to stifle further wanton sound, she clamped her lips together, pitiful whimpers restrained in the insides of her mouth as if she were some animal confined against its will.

continuously drilling against that particular spot, todoroki upheld his ridiculous pace. [yn] screwed her eyes shut and tensed her jaw as to silence an incoming scream. promptly, the glassy hue of her orbs began to fade, the color descending behind her glistening lids as her pretty, tear-filled optics rolled to the back of her head. she desperately wanted to voice her praise, but instead was left with an uncontainable urge to cry the male's name. her knees buckled in the air, and if not for the boy occupying the space between them, they would've clamped shut.

displeased with her distracted gape, shoto roughly pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, clicking his teeth in dissatisfaction. pulling his arm away from the girl, he wedged his hand between her soft thighs, and his fingers parted her slicked folds to press fast circles over her clit, vigorously rounding the aroused bud at a pace that left the young lady gasping for incredulous amounts of air.

her eyes popped open at the overstimulation, her hands trembling as she dug her nails into the skin of her lover to provide herself with a sense of stability, wishing to ground herself to the table and sustain her from losing herself to her high.

"keep your eyes open," furrowing his brows, he met her lust-blown ogle. scoffing, he ceased the ministrations on her clitoris and brought his lips to her neck to remind her, "only obedient girls are rewarded." after nipping at her neck one last time, he brought his mouth to her bounding chest, taking one of the erect buds into his mouth. his gaze flickered to his victim when she slipped a cry of his name. shamelessly tugging his head towards her heated skin, she sighs in content and furrows her brows, subconsciously fluttering her lids until closed.

"don't make me tell you twice." widening her eyelids, she parts them in shock at the grip around her mouth. todoroki's nimble fingertips pressed into the sides of her mouth, and she meekly met his overbearing gaze. the brisk rutting of his pelvis had died and left the girl beneath him lifting her hips to generate friction.

"i'll do whatever you ask," greedily digging her heels into his back and tugging his hips to meet her crotch, she pleaded for him to continue as if a mantra that would grant countless blessings. "please," she panted, "keep going." dying for friction, she caused more contact between the two by jerking her pelvis against his own.

"you can't follow one simple instruction." the irritation in his octaves was evident, but he harbored no genuine distaste with the girl. withdrawing his sex until only the tip pressed into her tightening closure, todoroki belittled her with his glare. "should i remind you that you were to keep quiet? do i look as if i'm messing around? did it appear as if i was kidding when i said i would punish you?"

nearly flinching from his scold, [yn]'s pleads freeze on her tongue, and her movement stilled due to a feral glint that began to swell in his eyes. a nervous gulp glissaded her throat and induced her to utter an apology, figuring it's better if she were to request forgiveness. "it won't happen again, shoto. i," a squeal concluded what was the start of her sentence, her head roughly falling onto the table as her back arched once more. her jaw parted as her eyes languidly fell to the back of her head.

instantaneously, she began whining. as if to fuck her silly, shoto stuffs his girlfriend until he had buried himself to the hilt, his cockhead flexing against her cervix and pounding her insides at a pace that was sure to alter her walk with a limp.

electricity scourged her fluttering insides, white flecks dotting her vision. as todoroki continued his attack, [yn]'s abdomen began to coil into an all-too-familiar bundle, cries resounding the room as she begged for the male to further strike his area of interest.

pulsing shockwaves traveled the length of her spine before descending to the tips of her toes, tingling her insides with enough vigor that left her stammering incoherent phrases. sloppily meeting shoto's lips in a kiss that was far from coordinated, she mentioned her impending orgasm, her calf flexing as she threw her head back and gripped onto todoroki for dear life. sob-like moans were choked from her throat as she began to convulse in anticipation. her figure seized around the form of her lover. one last push had the girl scrambling over the edge, and she huffed a moan of his name, a wail parting her lips as the coil in her abdomen began to unravel, her vision now submerged in white while crystalline tears trailed the sides of her face in their travel.

lazily fluttering around the expanse, [yn]'s attention danced around the room, awaiting a climax that rapidly began to slip through her fingers. a sharp sting was left to remain as her gummy walls squeezed the departing length of her boyfriend's sex, the velvety flesh coiling around the muscle as to suck him back in. [yn]'s trembling lips parted to demand and explanation, her head lifting from the table to meet todoroki's unsympathetic expression. her brow hastily furrowed in displeasure.

"did you not hear me the second time?" uninterestedly gazing upon her fluttering cunt that quivered at lost of contact, the male took her knees into his palms and brought them to her chest, watching slickened arousal seep from her whimpering sex. "girls who cannot follow set rules receive no rewards." slapping a hand against her abused and desperate cunt, shoto took it upon himself to gather lubricant between the slit of her folds and fondle her twinging clit. "finish on your own," nodding towards the nails that clawed at the wood beneath her fingertips, todoroki suggested a method of solace. "with those deft fingers of yours. you can do that, can't you?"

seating himself between her legs, he gifted himself view of her trembling heat, aiding the girl by forcefully parting her legs. "go on.”

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passable-talent · 4 years ago

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hey roe! i love ur work! could i request a zuko x reader where the reader and the zuko have history and they meet at the boiling rock because the reader was imprisoned (either during the invasion or at the catacombs or whatever you think works) and there's a lot of angst and it ends with a kiss or something? tysm!!!

tysm!!!! It means a lot

but u gotta think bigger anon,,, boiling rock was full of firebenders... how abt a childhood friend who defected long, long ago, and zuko could’ve never known? hmm....

in watching the boiling rock for this ask I realize that the bois get into guard uniforms and hide their clothes on the beach. so like,,, did these two dumbasses just strip on the beach and b like “hey yeah bro this is cool”. they think nothing through. HOW DID THEY EVEN GET THE GUARD UNIFORMS IN THE FIRST PLACE-

Sitting in a Boiling Rock cell wasn’t exactly one of Zuko’s top ten moments, but it sure wasn’t one of his lowest, either. He’d been tossed into a singular cell that as of yet didn’t even have a bed, the door shut in his face.

There came three quick knocks on the metal wall beside him, and he walked closer to it, curious.

“I heard you got thrown in for impersonating a guard,” came a voice on the other side, and Zuko regarded it with a healthy amount of susipicion.

“Yeah.”

“Nice,” said the voice, a little laugh following their words.

“What did you do?” asked Zuko, surprised that the voice sounded young, almost as young as himself, if he had to guess.

“Oh, I defected a long time ago. They weren’t too happy with my methods.” Zuko didn’t answer for a moment, and the person in the cell beside him took that as an opportunity to continue asking questions. “Seems like the warden wanted to punish you especially, putting you down here with this lot. Any idea why?”

“I dated his niece,” Zuko answered, his tone definitive, almost as though this information was obvious. There came a pause from the voice, and Zuko wondered what about this information was shocking. It wouldn’t be common knowledge who the warden’s niece is, would it? He thought that that would be safe information to reveal, without revealing his identity.

“Hey, how old are you?” The prisoner asked, breaking their silence. Zuko briefly considered, but decided not to lie.

“Uh, sixteen, why?”

“Zuko?” Zuko froze, and fixed his stare to the wall as though he could see through it if he glared hard enough.

“How do you know that?”

“It’s Y/N,” the voice said, and finally Zuko realized why the voice had seemed so young.

Y/N had been his friend, from academy, back before Zuko had turned twelve. Y/N was one year above him, but was a prodigy, studying under High General Bujing as young as ten years old. They were a dedicated student and a master of strategy as early as twelve- but disappeared at thirteen, never to be heard from again.

At least, by the young prince, whose father decided that telling the prince that his closest friend had attempted assassination on one of the high generals would fill the already ‘weak’ prince’s mind with ‘insubordinate ideals’.

And yet here they were.

“Y/N?” Zuko breathed, lifting his hand and pressing it to the metal, astonished. He had assumed that you were dead. “How are you here?”

“How am I here? I’m a criminal and a traitor, that’s obvious, how are you here?”

“Apparently I’m also a criminal and a traitor,” Zuko answered, and you laughed.

The assignment for the day was mopping, down in one of the lower rooms of the prison. You knew where to go, and yet the moment those doors opened you rounded the walls and hugged Zuko tightly.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” you whispered, and when you pulled away you noticed his scar. Gingerly you reached your hand upward, lightly laying your fingers against the skin, then resting the palm of your hand onto his face to fully cup his jaw.

“I knew that you’d been banished, but...” you trailed off, and slipped your hand around to the back of his neck to pull him into a tight hug.

“I wish I could’ve been there to save you,” you whispered, holding onto him. His arms wrapped around you in return, for just a moment, until a few guards shouted at the two of you to move along. Still, he walked beside you.

“What do you mean?” He asked, and you looked sideways at him.

“I knew your father was horrible, I knew the nation was horrible, that’s why I left it. But to do that to you, I...” you trailed off, and shrugged. “I guess I tell myself I should’ve brought you with me when I left.” His response was minimal, but you noticed it, the way he seemed intrigued by the thought, and slightly saddened that it hadn’t happened.

You had known of Suki, but you hadn’t formally met her until now. She was kind, and understood why another teenager was roped into the daring escape.

Sokka, on the other hand, wasn’t so pleased.

“Sokka, come on. Y/N has a better understanding of Fire Nation military strategy than anyone, even me.” Suki raised an eyebrow in your direction, to which you responded with a shrug. “We need them on our team.”

“The more we try to break out, the easier we’ll be caught. We can’t risk it.” You weren’t going to argue in your favor- in fact, the opposite.

“I’ve been in here for four years. I’m used to it, I’ll be fine,” you assured Zuko, but he shook his head. He grabbed Sokka by the shoulder and pulled him away, but underestimated your ability to eavesdrop.

“Look, we didn’t come here planning to break out Suki, but we are. Y/N is the same, for me, as Suki is to you. Okay?” Your eyes widened as you glanced to Suki, but she hadn’t caught it, and didn’t understand your surprise.

“Okay, fine,” Sokka said, breaking from Zuko’s grasp. He took a moment to ensure no one was around to listen. “I think I’ve got an escape plan.”

You’d stuck by Zuko when you were young, and you’d stick by him now, as traitors to your nation. Even if it meant giving up your only escape plan. He was loyal to Sokka, and you would be too, so you stayed behind, and bided your time, waiting for your next opportunity. Even if it meant listening to Mai scold Zuko through the walls. Sokka came to you with a new plan, though you had a sneaking suspicion you were the last of the group that he told, and when it came time to fight Azula on the gondola, you were one of the first to climb to the roof.

“Ah, Y/N, an old familiar face,” the princess said as she landed, taking in the sight of you and Zuko, side by side. “How quaint. An old traitor, and a new traitor. I’m ever so curious, Y/N, how you can claim to have any morality at all, betraying your nation twice now. Wasn’t it your own mentor you tried to kill?” You reacted in rage, and shot the first plume of fire.

The ride to the western air temple was a long one, filled as it was with jubilation, victory, and reunions. Zuko spent much of it trying to decide how to ask you in more detail about your past. You hadn’t said much to him about it, and he’d never been told, but Azula seemed to know well what had happened.

He didn’t want to push, but he wanted to know.

“Your mentor was General Bujing, right?” He asked, sitting beside you in the metal airship.

“Yeah,” you answered, your tone noncommittal.

“He was the general I stood up to. When I got banished.” Your gaze went to the young prince, and you realized just how little you knew about his past, since you left the fire nation. You also realized his tactic- to get you to share, he would share. You decided to cut him a break, and do it yourself.

You started with what he already knew.

“I lost my parents to the war when I was six. So I was sent to the academy, where they recognized my talent and rewarded me with apprenticeships and a home. Still, General Bujing was the closest I had to a parent.” You paused, and looked toward the front of the ship, where you could see clouds.

“But as I got older, and he put more questionable battle strategies on my exams, I began to see him not as a parent but as a person. And what I saw was, I assume, what you saw. Someone ruthless and angry, who didn’t believe in human life, or didn’t value it.” Zuko didn’t stop you, or interrupt. He merely listened.

“I was scared. And so I did reading, on what the Fire Nation was before Sozin, and what I saw was so much better than what I was raised in. I knew i couldn’t change much, but what I could do was get rid of an old General who would do the worst sort of things.” You looked down at your hands.

“It didn’t work. I was thirteen, of course it didn’t. But instead of killing me, he...” you trailed off, and turned your gaze away from Zuko.

“I was going to kill him, because I thought there wasn’t any good in him. And then he let me go. He spared me.” Zuko’s eyes widened, as what he knew of General Bujing, the man who would sacrifice a brigade of soldiers, did not seem to line up with what you were describing.

“I was arrested anyway, of course, but I thought for sure he’d kill me. He didn’t even challenge me to an Agni Kai. I still don’t...” you trailed off, and let your head thump back against the metal wall. “I still don’t understand.”

“People are complicated,” Zuko struggled out, seemingly trying to conjure some good-ol’-uncle-Iroh advice.

“Yeah,” you said with a breathless chuckle, and scooted a bit closer to him. “It’s good to see you again,” you said, leaning your shoulder against his. It was an odd situation to be in, because you’d last seen him when you were thirteen, and he twelve. But you knew, from what you overheard, that he felt something more for you. Something akin to Sokka and Suki, who you had noticed were clearly an explicitly romantic couple. Because of it you felt it appropriate to notice how much he’d... grown. He was older, now, and his hair was nice, and his cheekbones high, his jawline defined, not to mention an obviously master firebender. You envied that talent, as the only bending you had was leftover from your training, that ended at thirteen.

“It’s good to see you too,” he said, which you barely heard over your thoughts. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, as obviously Mai was a very fresh wound, but you knew his feelings were there, and wanted in subtle ways to make him realize that his choices were accepted, welcomed, to you.

You wondered if he was having similar thoughts, noticing how you’d changed since he last saw you.

The moon was high by the time the airship docked at the western air temple. You’d fallen asleep on the metal floor (you’ve slept in worse places), and Zuko decided to wake you up so that you could move to one of the bedrooms up high in the temple.

He crouched beside you, and nudged your shoulder. When that didn’t rouse you, he sat down, deciding to take a moment to study your sleeping face. He brushed back some of your hair from your face, silent in his appreciation.

He’d wake you up. In a minute.

For now, he wanted to lean down, and kiss your forehead.

When he pulled away, he noticed your eyes were open. A smile spread to your lips, and you pushed back your tiredness to respond to the moment in front of you.

“Want to try again, now that I’m awake?”

-🦌 Roe

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nameless-shrimp · 4 years ago

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COLLEGE AU! || YUJI ITADORI + MEGUMI FUSHIGURO + NOBARA KUGISAKI + SATORU GOJO

Pairing: Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, and Satoru Gojo | GN!Reader

Type: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Note: I needed to write this. I had to. I couldn't stop thinking about this during dinner ʕ – ᴥ – ʔ also, lowkey, kinda wanna write a short fic about a college!au Satoru... because it's Satoru Gojo, hehehe. I hope you enjoy this!

Yuji Itadori is that one student who misses his lectures because he would sleep in or he would be trying to figure out a decent outfit to wear. Most of his assignments are late but he’d practically beg the professor of the class to give him a second chance in turning them in. He’ll attempt to study, but give him an hour, and he’ll be either asleep or playing video games to pass the time. Yuji makes a lot of friends, though, and he gets along with everyone in his small classes and makes a group of friends in larger ones. All in all, Yuji was not the best student, but he was willing to help out in any way if it was necessary, especially if it meant group projects. Sometimes, he’d encourage a study gathering and as the reward of a hard day’s work, it would be time to go out for dinner!

When Yuji found out you were in his class, he didn’t mind it, but both of you had to give a speech together about some mythology story in humanities class, and he was dreading it. However, you were a great and patient partner with him. Both of you rehearsed the PowerPoint lines very well, and after achieving a good grade, he offers to take you out on a date to celebrate. It did not take long for Yuji to grow feelings for you, and this led to him sitting next to you in lectures a lot, plus it also took him a lot of guts to ask you to study with him and help him prepare for the next exam. Eventually, he knows that he has to open up to you about how he feels, but he’ll just play around with the idea of these study dates just a bit longer.

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Megumi Fushiguro is the kind of college student that would make sure that he finishes all of his homework in time and does those usual all-nighters, but he doesn’t really talk to anyone and prefers to be alone most of the time. He is not the type to work in groups, only when the professor is assigning group projects. He studies alone with headphones on, but there would be times where he’ll procrastinate and whenever he does, he’ll get stressed out over the outcome of that. Overall, Megumi had a few friends, and he likes to be on his own, on his phone or tablet in-between breaks of classes, and he basically just dreads for the semester to be done and over with.

He is not a fan of working with lab partners, but out of all people, he was chosen to work with you by his professor. However, you were very open to working with him and offering to clean the majority of the glassware once the labs were completed. The reports weren’t fun, but you continue to communicate with him very well on the chemistry problems and the solutions both of you came up with. Megumi began to like you a lot, and every time you sat next to him in class, he would try to cover his face with the textbook or purposefully avoid eye contact with you. After the numerous study dates you had with him, Megumi knew deep down that he had to bring up how he felt about you, but these study dates were becoming enjoyable for him. Maybe the confession could wait a little while longer.

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Nobara Kugisaki will do most of her homework on time and she’ll participate in a lot of group projects, but she’ll always think about doing them on her own. She has a large pen collection and she tries to keep her notes somewhat decent, but she ends up spending too much of her money on pretty stationery and cute accessories for her backpack. She’ll listen to the professors if they’re really good-looking, otherwise, the boring and unattractive ones are going to leave her on her phone throughout the whole lectures. She has a pretty big friend group, but most of the time, she likes to spend her time buying new things instead of doing the assignments.

She didn’t expect to make new friends in psychology, since the class was so small, but you were the one that introduced yourself and the compliment that was sent her way on how you really liked the stickers on her notebook made her eyes lit up. Nobara asks you to study with her a lot since she has difficulty grasping the vocabulary well and you offer to help her every single time. Though, most of the time, it was an excuse to get closer to you. Her heart quickens its beat every time your fingers brush against hers on accident, and the gentle smile you send whenever you tell her that you love the new pens she got, she can only feel herself falling deeper.

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Satoru Gojo will definitely charm his way with a lot of the females in the classes. Surprisingly enough, he was one of the smarter students even though he never chooses to do the homework and either never do it or turns it in late. He’ll make a lot of people jealous since he won’t show up most of the time and yet he still manages to pass the class. He’ll participate in lectures, work hard in group projects, and give amazing and confident presentations, but he will use a lot of his free time to hang out with his friends on campus or chat up with some girls that he finds attraction to. He wasn’t the best student, and he’ll do the work if he absolutely had to (such as being in a group project), but he’ll still manage to pass the class somehow.

When you were stuck on your calculus problems, your professor asked Satoru to help you in getting a better grade in the class. At first, it struck you cold; there was no way that Satoru was actually good in the class, but it turns out that he really was the best out of everyone there. Oddly enough, Satoru was a great teacher, and he was attractive nonetheless. But with every cheer and giddy grin you’d get after getting a hard problem right made his heart flutter. These tutoring sessions were something he could get used to this. All because the sight of your lit-up eyes from you memorizing formulas just left him in awe. It didn’t take him long to have feelings for you, and all the girls he had charmed his way to had been blocked and out of his reach, and all that mattered to him was your smile every day.

#gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #yuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #nobara kugisaki x reader #satoru gojo #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #shrimp ss

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sortasirius · 4 years ago

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Celebrations

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Words: 1644

Warnings: mentions of abuse, my usual hatred of John Winchester

AN: I miss him a whole lot. Happy birthday, Dean <3

Read it on AO3 here!

When Dean turned four, his mother baked him a birthday pie instead of a cake. It was apple, his favorite, and made the house smell like heaven the whole day. Better than heaven, as Dean would learn when he was much older. They threw a party for him, surrounded by his friends from pre-school and their parents, they were allowed to run around the house because it was too cold and snowy to play outside for long. Dean still remembers the way that he slid across the wood floor to get to the umbrella base in tag, laughing as his friends chased him.

They had opened presents and Dean had gotten new Hot Wheels and two new Lego sets. He remembered that he got the first piece of pie with a candle in it, that they had all sung him happy birthday, and that they had ended the day with a snowball fight and hot chocolate in front of the fire that night, where Dean was curled between his mother and father, sleepily holding the little black muscle car he had been given in his hand as his mother stroked his hair.

That was the last birthday party he ever had on earth.

When Dean turned ten, his father had taken him shooting. They had stood in front of some stationary cans, a makeshift gun range in the middle of the woods of Colorado, and John had kept him at it until he could hit every target with his eyes closed. He had known how to hold a gun from the time he was six years old, but he swelled with pride when he hit one of the cans, looking up at John for approval, getting a half-smile and a hand ruffling his hair every so often.

When Dean turned sixteen, he spent the day in school staring out the window and wondering what his father was hunting this time. He wanted to be there, he wanted to be out there saving people, hunting things, protecting his father’s back, showing him that he was ready for the life. He wasn’t cut out for school his report card that he intentionally made worse than it could be showed that, he wanted to show his father that he was really made to be a hunter. Too bad he couldn’t even fake being bad at math and science, he always got As in those classes, no matter how hard he tried to fail them. His birthday gift that year was a 100 on a math exam. Damn.

When Dean turned eighteen, he had already dropped out of school to hunt with his father. Sam would stay behind, only hunting during summer break, focusing on school, which Dean had never been able to do. He and his father took out a pair of ghouls, and John had given Dean a swig of his whiskey as a reward. It was, in Dean’s mind, an invitation to becoming a man.

When Dean turned twenty-one, he got shitfaced at some seedy bar while Sam studied for the SATs and John was on a hunt turned binge drinking session. They hadn’t seen him in two weeks, but that was becoming more and more routine, as every time he was home, he and Sam would fight. Dean would always get in between, always protect Sam, and if that earned him a black eye or two, so be it, he would do anything when it came to Sam. They had thrown him out of the bar when last call came around, and Dean had sung happy birthday to himself as he stumbled back to their hotel, ignoring Sam’s bitchface as he focused on his flashcards, determined to escape the life that Dean knew he was stuck with.

Birthdays came and went like any other winter days after that. Twenty-two, thirty, thirty-six, forty-one, they all passed without incident, without mention, without name. Dean didn’t mind, it was easier that way anyway. At least, that’s what he told himself when he got himself a slice of gas-station pie on a solo hunt when he turned thirty-seven. He was lucky to be alive at all.

Dean doesn’t make it to forty-two, he misses it by a few months. Time is supposed to move differently in Heaven, but Dean still knows that it’s his birthday. He spends a lot of the day at the lake by his perfect little house, not really wanting to be bothered. He knew this day would be harder for Sam down there on Earth than it would be for him. That still bothered him, even in the middle of paradise, that Sam was hurting and he couldn’t help him through it. It was an adjustment, they all told him, something that you got used to, but how does he forget that he left his brother, the man he raised, that he loves with all he has, on Earth by himself. He’s not by himself, he reminds himself fifty or so times, staring out at the smooth, glassy surface of the water ringed with aged trees, he has Eileen, he has a life.

People seem to understand that he wants to be alone, no one swings by like they usually do to check in with him. They seem to understand that his first birthday in Heaven may be one that he wants to spend alone. Except for the dark-haired angel who settles in his own chair at the end of their little dock, sitting silently and watching the water with Dean. Dean occasionally takes his eyes off the water and settles on the angel, in his beat up Zeppelin t-shirt and jeans and boots, his messy hair and his bright blue eyes.

“Should I tell you happy birthday?” Cas eventually asks, looking at him directly, not out of the corner of his eyes, “Or is that not appropriate anymore?”

“You can,” Dean watches the minnows twirl in the water at their feet, not able to meet Cas’ eyes, “Are they looking for me?”

“I told them not to,” Cas responds, not taking his eyes off of Dean’s face, “I figured you’d need a little time. Many of them have been here for years, they forget that it takes some getting used to, especially for someone stubborn like you.”

Dean rolls his eyes but huffs a laugh in spite of himself.

“It’s not so much me,” he lets the words fall out of his mouth, uninhibited here as they were so often on Earth, “It’s more Sam. I still worry, even though I know he’ll get here eventually.”

“You raised him, it’s understandable,” Cas’ hand reaches for Dean’s and Dean takes it automatically, feeling the tightness in his chest ease at the feel of Cas’ strong, warm hand in his. He still wasn’t used to it, wasn’t used to having Cas to wake up to in the morning, having Cas hold him at night, having someone that understood him so fully, inside and out.

“Should I stop being mopey?”

“You know as well as I do that I can’t tell you what to do,” Cas smiles, “But I think Ellen might like it if you came to the Roadhouse today.”

“Why?”

“Because she wants to give you a real birthday party.”

Dean feels the way he did when he was four again: almost weightless with excitement. He doesn’t even pause, just stands up and starts dragging Cas to the Impala, speeding towards the Roadhouse and the idea of his very own birthday party in nearly forty years.

It’s just like he had always dreamed, one of those things that really made him believe this was Heaven and not just some made-up djinn dream. Everyone was there, everyone he had loved and lost and found again in the sprawling eternity that was this place. They had his favorite food, his favorite music, his favorite beer…everything was perfect. Well, he thought so anyway, until his mother came out of the kitchen with a steaming apple pie with a candle in it and set it in front of Dean. They all sang happy birthday, and he took the first bite of his birthday pie with a smile so wide he thought his face might split in two.

“Did you set all that up?” Dean asks Cas when they’re in bed that night, Cas tracing the freckles on Dean’s skin with his long fingers.

“No, I just planted the seed. Mentioned to Mary and Ellen that you might like a birthday party.”

Dean listens to the trees rustle outside their window for a while, trying to find the words.

“How’d you know?”

“Because I know you’ve never really been able to celebrate you, any milestones, any accomplishments. It’s not a hunter’s life. It’s not that I knew you wanted it, it’s that I wanted that for you. You deserve it.”

Dean closes his eyes at the words, letting them wash over him like a warm shower. He had never really thought he deserved anything, but he was starting to understand that, whether he deserved the party or the family and friends he had, he might, just maybe, deserve Cas.

“I want to give you a birthday party.”

Cas laughs, pressing his lips to Dean’s hair.

“I’m many millennia old, I don’t think I ever had a date assigned.”

“Pick one, then.”

Cas considers for a while, hands still running along Dean’s skin.

“September 22, the fall equinox.”

Dean doesn’t question it, just leans up to press his lips to Cas’.

“I’ll start planning,” he pauses again, steeling himself to find the right words, “Thank you. For today. I love you.”

“Of course. And I you.”

Dean falls asleep that night dreaming of Cas, of birthday pie, and of fall birthday parties. He learns to let Sam be, to be his own person, to celebrate himself, for a change.

#my writing #supernatural #spn #destiel #spn ficlet #dean #dean winchester

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Demon Slayer! AU (Part 2 - Meeting Old Friends)

Ramuda, Ichiro, and Samatoki finally reunite. Jakurai sleeps away for now.

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For Ichiro, waking up in the past was disorienting. He looked maybe eleven or twelve for some reason, and more importantly, he was a l o n e.

Where were his siblings?

Where were the others?

He’s an orphan again, but this time, there’s no Jiro or Saburo. There’s no Kuko or Samatoki. As he lives his life again, Ichiro finds that he’s alone. (Of course it’s adults that let him down, Ichiro thinks bitterly.)

In the end, it came down to pure luck, Ichiro thinks, that he ended meeting Kuwajima Jigoro.

In the end, it was thanks to the elderly man that Ichiro hadn’t lost his mind, hadn’t given up hope.

So Ichiro trains. He trains and he trains and he trains. It’s difficult and Kuwagima is a harsh taskmaster, but Ichiro tries and tries for the man he’d come to call “jii-chan.”

It’s frustrating too, for all that he tries and he tries, he can’t learn Thunder Breathing. Not completely. The first form, Thunderclap and Flash, is the only one he ever manages.

Ichiro hates himself for being so weak, but he’s not a failure no matter what Kaigaku says, so he works even harder. Like jii-chan says, if he couldn’t manage the other forms, then he sure as hell was going to master the one he did know.

Time comes and goes; the peach trees continue to whither and blossom as each year passes. By the time Ichiro heads off to the final selection – carrying the well-wishes of Kuwajima with him – the longing and pain has mostly faded to the background. Sure, he still missed Jiro and Saburo and spent countless nights worrying over what happened to them, but in the end, there was nothing he could do. What he could do instead was pass this exam and become a demon slayer to protect humanity.

There’s only four people who end up passing the exam. As Ichiro looks around, he sees a girl with a butterfly hairpin and an empty smile, he sees a boy whose faced is scarred and anger in his eyes.

He sees Ramuda.

But. There’s no way. How many years had it been since he’d woken up in this strange world all alone? Four years? Five? Even as the almost identical children speak to them, even as a sparrow lands on him instead of a crow, even as the angry boy tries to strangle the white-haired child, Ichiro is frozen.

When the Ramuda look-alike steps up and protects the child, Ichiro wonders briefly if his Ramuda would’ve ever done that. Would the childish man ever put himself in the middle of violent situation he couldn’t talk himself out of?

Ichiro doesn’t know anymore. Hell, he’s not even sure if he even remembers Ramuda’s face accurately anymore.

In the end, the four newly named Demon Slayers go their separate ways without ever speaking to each other. In the end, Ichiro doesn’t manage to scrounge up the courage to ask the pick-haired boy who he was, and Ichiro couldn’t help but hate himself even more.

Ghosts, Ramuda thinks, are still scary as fuck, but he supposed Sabito and Makomo could be the exceptions. But if he ever saw another ghost in his life again, he was going to go ballistic. Ugh, ghosts, he thinks as a shiver goes down his spine.

But… for Sabito and Makomo, for the other children who were killed… You can be at ease now. Even though you’re all spirits now, you can return now. Return back to your beloved Urokodaki-sensei’s side, back to your home at the base of the Mist Mountain.

Ramuda wondered where his spirit would go after his death. Maybe his spirit would go back to the modern age, where Dice and Gentaro was along with Jakurai.

Selecting an alloy for his nichirin blade should’ve been an easy, well-deserved task, especially after fighting so many ugly demons in the forest, but noooo, this one asshole just had to try and bully a little kid! Geez, what a barbarian – even worse than Samatoki.

Carefully making his way back to the Mist Mountain, Ramuda spent most of it distracted by his thoughts, thoughts of spirits and of the living and the dead, and of the demons and human. Speaking of demons…

“Welcome back,” Jakurai evenly breaths, arms wrapping around Ramuda like a warm blanket. How many years had it been since they’d been transported to this cruel, yet kind world? Six years? Seven? He didn’t know, but maybe it was for the better. Had they been in the modern era, in a time of hypnosis microphones and humans that could be even worse than demons, Ramuda would’ve never accepted this, not after the TDD split up.

Another pair of hands wraps around them, bigger and broader than either Jakurai or Ramuda’s current body. It doesn’t take a genius to know that it’s Urokodaki-sensei, but the flowing tears, Ramuda mind slowly processes, is new.

“You finally came back alive,” the tengu-masked man sobs, and Ramuda understands. He understands. Pushing back memories of the many Ramuda clones that never came back, he lets himself slip. Emotions weren’t punished here, they weren’t disregarded. For the first time in a long, long time, Ramuda lets himself cry, sinking into Urokodaki-sensei’s embrace, soaking in Jakurai’s warmth.

For the first time in a long, long time, Ramuda felt free.

Fifteen days later, a hyottoko-masked man – Haganezuka – shows up with Ramuda’s nichirin blade. And man, what a weirdo, Ramuda thinks. Even as he’s being shaken by the weirdo – Jakurai peeking out from under the futon, disapproval written all over his tiny face – Ramuda contemplates his black blade. Damn, he thinks, he was really hoping it’d turn pink or yellow or something cute. Black kinda felt… ominous.

“Caww!!! Amemura Ramuda,” the Kasugai crow flies in, loudly cawing, “Hurry and go to the northeast town, caww!!”

“What the fuck,” Ramuda asks no one in particular from beneath Haganezuka, “Is that crow talking?”

The crow pears down at him, vicious eyes boring into Ramuda’s confused ones, conveying how unimpressed it was, which, how the fuck was a talking crow even conveying facial expressions?? Ramuda had so, somany questions.

“Hurry up and go hunt demons,” the crow yells at him, “This is your first assignment! Remember this well, in the northeast town, young girls are constantly disappearing every night! Every night! There are girls! There are girls constantly disappearing!!”

When Samatoki wakes up, it's in the middle of a forest. He doesn’t know how old he is – early teens maybe even younger. But more importantly…

What.

The.

Hell??!!

The last thing he could remember was fighting an illegal microphone user alongside fucking Ichiro, Ramuda, and sensei. So what the fuck was he doing in a forest? With a boar’s head mask on his head to, Samatoki thinks repulsively, and it looked pretty fucking real.

Maybe this was a joke, he thinks to himself, getting more and more hysterical as each day passed without any signs of people. Maybe Jyuto dumped his ass in the middle of a forest to see if he’d learn anything from Rio’s “survival cooking” lessons. Fuck if it wasn’t the stupidest idea ever, but Samatoki was getting desperate.

But, as years pass, he gives up hope. What’s the point? All around him was nothing but wilderness. Maybe it was desperation, though, that made Samatoki do his very best to survive, pulling out all his deepest knowledge of whatever survival shit Rio had passed on to him.

It’s not until he meets a so-called ‘demon slayer’ and beats them up and steals receives the guy’s admittedly kinda cool sword as a reward, that Samatoki finally feels like he’s going in the right direction. If it meant getting out of this damn forest and maybe doing something with this life, even if it was something stupidly noble like Jakurai, then Samatoki didn’t find that he minded.

So he fights and he learns. Samatoki learns about demons, learns their weaknesses and strengths, learns about the Wisteria houses. He accepts that there is no one else. That he’s alone.

It’s not until Tsuzumi Mansion, though, that everything Samatoki had come to learn and accept about this world turns on its head.

“There’s a demon around here,” Ichiro hears Samatoki growl. The man is as violent as ever, and while Ichiro could never stand with someone like him ever again, this world was different. This was a world of demons and monsters, where fighting wasn’t only for survival, but to protect humanity.

Maybe it’s because Ichiro hasn’t seen Samatoki since they’d been thrown into this world, but Ichiro follows Samatoki as the man rampages through the mansion and out the front door. It’s not until he sees the white-haired man heading straight towards the wooden box that Ramuda had been carrying that Ichiro acts.

(“So, what’s with the box?”

“Hmm~ This box… I’ll tell you later! But this box isn’t just any box! It’s my most very precious possession, so don’t try anything funny with it, m’kay?”)

“Stop –! I won’t let you lay your hands on this box. This is Ramuda’s most precious possession!”

Samatoki comes to halt in front of Ichiro crouching over the box, protecting it with his body. It’s times like these that Ichiro is reminded how terrifying Samatoki could be, and the gleam of violence in the man’s – boy’s? – eye promises even more violence.

“The hell, Ichiro? There’s a demon in there,” Samatoki yells at him, “And why the fuck is Ramuda carrying around a demon?!”

“I… I knew that from the very beginning!”

When Ichiro had woken up in this world, one of the first things he’d noticed was how good his hearing was. It wasn’t just being able to hear things from a long distance or even just really quiet sounds. He could hear heartbeats, could practically hear the thoughts of others. It was a hearing of an unnatural degree.

The sound of a demon and the sound of a human were fundamentally different to each other, but… it was Ramuda. It was Ramuda who laughed and played cheerfully during their TDD days; it was Ramuda who popped by every once in a while to check on Ichiro and his brothers after the split.

It was Ramuda whose sounds was so fierce, yet kind.

(The demon’s sound was kind too. It was so, so kind and soft that it made Ichiro want to cry. Maybe this was what pushed Ichiro to the edge, the thing that made Ichiro trust Ramuda on this matter. Sure, Ramuda was someone precious to him, but even Ichiro knew Ramuda was hiding secrets – dangerous secrets.)

“I’m going to ask Ramuda face-to-face,” Ichiro informs Samatoki, eyes unwavering. Ichiro had conceded to Samatoki many times in the past, but today, he wasn’t going to do that. He wasn’t going to give in.

“Tch,” Samatoki lowers his sword, “If the demon attacks us, it’ll be all yours and the stupid gremlin’s fault. Actually, where the fuck is he?”

“Samatoki, you stupid barbarian,” Ichiro hears Ramuda squawk and moments later, he comes in to view with Shoichi, Teruko, and another boy who Ichiro assumed was the older brother.

It’s not until Ramuda headbutts Samatoki in the middle of their squabbling and Samatoki falls unconscious, most likely concussed that the surrealism of the situation really catches up to Ichiro.

What the hell is my life now?

“So, if the three of us are all in this world since we all got caught up in the illegal microphone, where’s sensei?”

After burying the bodies, because Jakurai would’ve been hella disappointed in them if they hadn’t, Ramuda was finally back on the road with Jakurai on his back. But man, Jakurai was heavy. The box was supposed to be made out of some extremely light wood according to Haganezuka, but that was a fat lie. Maybe Jakurai was just fat, Ramuda snickers quietly in his mind.

Focusing back to the present, Ramuda’s mind stuttered to a halt at the question. Fuck. How the hell was he supposed to answer that?

So everyone we knew got killed by the demon king and then turned Jakurai in to a demon and know here we are, with me being a demon slayer and looking for a way to turn Jakurai back and Jakurai now sleeps in a box most of the time and is also toddler-sized! Buy hey! We’re alive at least!

Yeah, that wasn’t going to go over too well.

"Uhhh... Yeeeah... About that... The old man is kinda, uh." Ramuda sweats his way through the conversation, "I'll tell you guys when we get have time to rest, 'kay?"

Thankfully, both Ichiro and Samatoki let the issue rest, but Ramuda could tell that neither were too satisfied with Ramuda putting off the conversation. It doesn’t take too much longer though, before they reach a mansion with a wisteria printed on the door.

“Caww – Rest! Rest!” Ramuda’s crow calls, “The injured will rest until fully healed!”

“Eh,” Ramuda questions, “We get to rest now, even though I had to fight while injured,” he asks, mildly ticked off.

“Coming…”

“A monster?!” He hears Ichiro whisper to himself. Ichiro seriously watched too much anime, Ramuda thinks to himself as he rolled his eyes.

“You are the demon slayers, right?” The old lady who answered the door asks. She bows, “Please, come in.”

Ramuda steps into the wisteria house. This world was so, sostrange, but, even as Samatoki snarls suspiciously at everything and Ichiro freaks out over the littlest of things, it’s a bit better with friends.

By the way Jakurai knocks the back of the box, Ramuda was pretty sure the old man agreed too.

"So, about the old man. We kinda ended up together," Ramuda starts explaining, "Like he ran a clinic and everything and I lived there for a while."

"Eh, did he stay behind?" Ichiro questioned, confused to where this conversation was going. Samatoki is nodding next to him, confused.

"About two years back, we... the clinic got attacked by a demon. Muzan," Ramuda breaths, "And the old man..."

Ichiro and Samatoki's eyes widen. Was Jakurai dead?

"... Jakurai got turned into a demon," Ramuda finally admits. He turns towards the box and raps his knuckles on it.

"Yo, old man. Are you coming out or not? You've been asleep in there for ages!"

The door of the box swings open, a tiny hand revealing itself before its owner crawls out, purple hair splayed everywhere.

"What," Samatoki breathlessly stares, "the fuck."

A toddler-sized Jinguji Jakurai stares back, muzzled mouth quirking down and an unimpressed look plastered on his child-like face.

#hypnosis mic #jinguji jakurai #amemura ramuda #yamada ichiro #aohitsugi samatoki #demon slayer! au #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #urokodaki sakonji

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