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lychniis · 2 years ago

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⚘ — I PINE FOR YOUR LAUGHTER.

i. SYNOPSIS : there were moments of warmth and softness. you might be crazy saying this, but you might be more than a little in love with them. ( submission for the genshin impact white day event ). ( cyno / wanderer x gn ! reader )

ii. WARNING(S) : no warnings, just plain fluff save for wanderer being a slight douche ( it's wanderer ) and some swearing ( it's wanderer ). sharing one bed trope, modern ! au for cyno, scara cannot braid ( he's so bad ), hair pulling because scara cannot braid ( this is the life of bougie kids ). my submission for the genshin impact white day event and gift for @asoftspotforangels. i hope you like it!!!. NOT PROOFREAD.

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&& . cyno · ( the light flickers off ; but the tent is warm )

THERE IS LITTLE ERROR IN Cyno’s methods when it comes to camping, you learn. His judgment was reliable and his process was safe enough with a novice at his side ( he had done this countless times before, with and without you, and you try to comfort yourself with that ) and he was one of the better camping partners amongst your friends. He hardly made much of a mess or threw much of a fuss, and his presence was amicable if not distant.

“He’s alright.” you had told Kaveh when he voiced his concerns. “Cyno’s not going to leave me in the middle of the woods to fend for myself. He’s not like that. I trust him.”

You trust him.

But your hands still shake when you help him straighten out the tent ( and it feels like someone unleashed a flurry of butterflies in your stomach ), and they shake harder when a single sleeping bag is unrolled and his impassive stare trains upon it. You half assume something was wrong, that this night was a bust and an hour long trip back to Sumeru City was due.

“I forgot another one.” he states, and his brow furrows, dispelling any creeping inklings of doubt that threaten the corner of your mind. Cyno wasn’t so forgetful, so petty. He certainly wouldn’t deceive you ( right…? ).

"What?"

"I forgot another sleeping bag."

Oh...

This was...unlike him...

“Okay…” you swallow. “I could use a blanket instead.” It's a polite offer from a friend ( because that’s what you are, you remind yourself over and over and over like a record on loop when you look at him ).In truth, the thought of sharing his heat, of his arms resting around you cocooned in a space so small — you hardly think your brain could function.

Cyno mulls over it for a moment, then another, his head tilting to the side as it always does when his thoughts fill his mind with different ideas and opinions. It was his thinking face, people state. Or his 'secretly planning a murder' face.

Finally his hands drop to his side. “Absolutely not.” he decides and there is an edge of finality in the way he speaks. The warm shade of his eyes pierce you in the spot, quietly scrutinizing you for any weak attempts of protesting. “Besides, the night is cold. I don’t want you to freeze over.”

I won’t freeze over; you’re just making excuses dammit —

He was a stubborn man, Cyno and his words were law under the ground rules of camping. It was one of his constants, something to stir up against his reliability and the safety he exudes, and after eating some canned soup and some food he brought in for dinner, you slip into the sleeping bag, with him following after.

His hair tickles the back of your neck and his breath was a warm prickle upon your chilled skin — you felt everything and nothing at the same time — from the slowly fading numbness of your fingertips, to the arm that snakes around you.

Yep, you were going to die — any second now.

“I know you feel like we’re in a tight spot right now…but I won’t do anything that would case you any distress.'' Despite the situation, the terrible joke makes you smile a bit. “Tight spot?” he tests with the driest tone in existence. “Oh wait, I think you’re smiling…you’re doing fine?”

“I'm okay.” you know you’re lying and you know Cyno can catch on to it. “I just need a moment to adapt…”

“Are you sure — ”

Your hand moves a bit and you squirm in place till your fingers lace against Cyno’s and you let out a shaky breath. At least you could find some sense of control now and the thought makes you feel better.

Cyno lets out a strained sound as his words still and whatever sentence he was about to stutter was lost to the abyss. “You alright?” you echo his question and you feel a little bad for teasing him. But you're smiling now. You're trying not to laugh ( he'd hardly be bothered by it anyway ).

“Yeah.”

If you’d turned, you’d have seen the shy droop to his eyes and the flush on his cheeks. The flashlight lighting up the tent flickers off when your eyes grow heavy and sleep tugs at your consciousness. Cyno’s forehead pressing up against your shoulder was the last you feel when you drift off.

This is fine, you tell yourself. This is fine.

Morning is another story to deal with.

&& . wanderer · ( these hands of his ; has much to learn )

HE CURSES ONCE, twice, thrice as he combs away a few more knots, fingers bent and his brow creased. The man behind you went by the moniker ‘the wanderer’ and he refuses to peel away any more layers save for the callous courtesy and snide comments on top and that, you realize, was why you find this situation strange.

Was he a friend? Perhaps. There was an ache when you’d see him, an instinctive mix of anxiety and admiration that stems from the pit of your stomach and a place so old you doubt you remember. It was persistent, like the patter of rain and the falling of dew in the Avidya Forest, it was like grasping in the dark for a face of a voice that whispered into your ear as a babe, or the lingering warmth of a hug.

Sometimes, he looks at you with the air of someone tired, of someone meeting an old friend . It flickers through the cracks, then it’s gone — covered up as quick as it came.

He first came to you as a stranger, his inexperienced hands teaching himself how to sew a doll and you gently guided him through. Now he teaches himself how to braid your hair, his lack of skill shining through with every absent tug and uncomfortable poke. You wince every time he swears till you pull your head away.

“Stay still!” he snaps, his frustrated grimace deepening as he steadies your shoulders and holds you in place. “Give me a moment, let me figure this out — FUCK!” he pulls on your hair again and the braid falls undone, the meager progress he made now unwinding into a mess. “Dammit.”

He leans back, indigo eyes holding back an unbridled storm as the hair tie slips onto the ground and he glowers at you. “You’re the one pulling my hair.” you snap in turn, massaging the ache in your scalp. The Wanderer wrinkles his nose.

“You’re the one who asked me to braid your hair in the first place.”

“You could have just said ‘no’. I wasn’t forcing you!”

He looks unimpressed, tossing the hair tie your way with a huff while the few looking over the bickering seem to bend their heads down and hide their faces. An old lady does not bother, her amusement lining her face and wrinkles as she makes for the two of you, the Wanderer glancing up with a stiff set to his jaw when he notices.

( You knew the softer parts of him, where his crassness never met the ears of the children or the elderly. You wonder why he would never treat you the same way. )

“If you two need any help, I wouldn't mind lending some advice.” she supplies and the smile she wears is brilliant and it is kind. Some of your anger eases away.

“We wouldn’t want to be a bother…but thank you.” “Nonsense.” she laughs, her eyes seeming to peer at an unspoken joke she caught on to. You do not see what she sees, with your youthful gaze. “Now you there, young man?”

The Wanderer straightens his back.

“You’re too impatient. Take your time bridging their hair. It’s no wonder you keep tangling it up. Should it get too messy, comb through the ends a few times.” you listen to her instruct him, and apart from the absent pulls, he was far gentler now, careful, almost. The elder departs and the Wanderer continues on.

His touch was soft. And it was hesitant.

“How come you’ve never learned how to braid hair before…?” you finally ask.

“How come you haven’t?”

“I always kept mine short…or my parents would do it for me. I suppose I let it grow out before I even noticed…” you let out a sheepish laugh, at how stupid you sounded, at how stupid the answer even was. The Wanderer hums, seemingly taking it in.

You catch a flash of color from the corner of your eye and you smell something sweet. He lets your hair go, now braided, its messiness and inexperienced winding covered up by flowers pinned on alongside the tie.

You fall silent. He looks at you, his indigo eyes shadowed beneath his hat.

“It’s beautiful.” you mutter, feeling your cheeks war,.

“...Right.” he lets out a soft exhale. “Well then, since you’ve just admitted to being absolutely pathetic at basic hair care…” he pauses. “I suppose you could call me again.”

“Again…? You repeat and you smile.

His ears turn pink and you think you see a flash of sadness and of longing.

“Don’t get used to it.”

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otunnicliffe · 9 months ago

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Queens of Hogwarts

Chapter 3: Wooing Games:

And this time I know it's for real The feelin's that I feel I know if I put my mind to it I know that I really can do it

After the bet with Amos, the boys walked into their potions lesson with a newfound challenge.

The Potions classroom at Hogwarts, nestled in the shadowy dungeons, exudes a dark and mysterious ambiance. The stone walls and floors create a cool, damp environment, dimly lit by torches and lanterns that cast flickering shadows. Long wooden workbenches arranged in rows provide ample space for students to concoct their brews, with shelves and cupboards lining the walls, stocked with a vast array of potion ingredients. The room is filled with the pungent aromas of various substances, from earthy herbs to potent magical ingredients. The professor's cluttered desk at the front, along with safety features to manage spills and accidents, underscores the serious and meticulous nature of potion-making in this enchanting yet foreboding setting.

Thankfully for the boys, the three girls they were looking out for were already stood waiting for the lesson to begin.

'What's up Black?' Arabella chirped, seeing her friend coming towards them.

'What's up Nott?' He called back, smiling widely at her.

'James,' Gwendolyn acknowledged with a smile.

'Gwen, looking gorgeous as always,' James complimented, winking at the blonde girl. Gwendolyn merely laughed at his response, well used to his antics by now.

'You alright, Rem?' Kimberly asks the tall boy, but makes a point of not looking in his eyes.

'Yeah, you?' He replied, noticing her behaviour but not choosing to say anything.

'Hey guys!' Peter interjected, waving his hand at the girls.

'Hey Pete,' Kimberly replied kindly, while the two others waved back at him.

'We didn't see you in the field earlier,' James mentioned.

'We weren't there, we were in the courtyard,' Arabella informed him. 'Much sunnier.'

Suddenly, a voice arose away from the group.

'Hey Sirius,' Amelia exclaimed, waving frantically at him. Sirius didn't give her a verbal reply, only raised his eyebrows before turning back to the girls. Arabella looked and noticed that the girl was clearly fuming from this.

'Think you pissed her off,' she mumbled to Sirius, who didn't even turn around again to check if she was correct.

'Don't care, all my attention is on you right now,' he told her, flirtily.

The three girls exchanged a quick glance, but before Arabella could question his flirty nature, they were called into the class by Slughorn.

'That was odd,' Kimberly remarked, as the three girls walked in together.

'Good afternoon students,' Slughorn started. 'Before you take your seats, I need you to get into pairs for me. You will be with this person for the rest of the year, so pick wisely!'

Gwendolyn, Kimberly and Arabella were planning to find the rest of the Gryffindor girls and partner up with them, before Arabella felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and found Sirius Black smiling at her.

'Partners?' He asked, even though it sounded like more of a demand than a question.

Arabella looked at the other girls before answering, 'Uh, sure.'

'Gwen?' James says, looking at the girl was interest.

Gwendolyn looks at Kimberly, as if to ask whom she would go with.

'Kim can go with Remus,' James suggested, turning to his friend and giving him a wink, almost as if to say 'your welcome'.

'You're more than welcome to partner with me, but it's really your choice,' Remus states, his hand going to his neck as a way of trying to hide his nerves.

The two others girls whisper quietly for a few moments and then Kimberly announces, 'Alright!'

'James, who am I going with?' Peter asks.

'Find someone, Wormy!' James says, an exasperated sigh leaving his mouth. Peter left without another word and eventually found a Hufflepuff boy in the same year as them to partner up with.

When Slughorn saw that everyone was partnered up, he sat them all in their seats for the year before starting the lesson properly. 'Well, welcome back one and all! This year is quite important, the year of your O.W.Ls! This year, I expect you all to work hard. If you do all the work I give you, then this year will seem easy for you, I hope none of you will chose the other option.'

Arabella sat listening intently to what Slughorn was saying, potions was one of her favourite classes by far, the creativity that could be had with the potions excited her.

'Well,' Slughorn continued, 'Let the class begin! Today I would like you to mix me a sleeping potion. You'll find the recipe on page 45 of your books, and the ingredients are where they usually are. You have 25 minutes starting now.'

'I'll grab the stuff,' Sirius offered, and Arabella offered him a small smile in thanks.

'So, what the deal with Rosario?' Arabella asked, as he came back and they worked on the potion together.

'Who?' Sirius asked.

Arabella chortled at this, it was not uncommon for Sirius to not know the name of the girl that was showing their affection for him. 'Amelia Rosario? The girl who said hi earlier?'

Sirius's face soured. 'Oh yeah, her.' The 'her' was elongated, as if it was pure poison in his mouth.

Arabella noticed this. 'So, what's the deal with her?'

'I genuinely don't know,' Sirius claimed. 'I shagged her at the end of last year, and ever since then she's been acting like we're together, we never even dated!'

'Damn,' Arabella concurred.

'And I'll tell you something else,' he said, lowering her voice at his next words. 'She was by far the worst shag I've had.'

'You're such a man-whore!' Arabella exclaimed, half joking half not.

'I can be loyal though,' he says.

'I didn't say you couldn't,' Arabella replies.

After a few minutes of silence, Sirius piped up again, 'Do you ever think our parents wanted us to get together?'

Arabella choked on her spit at that. 'What?'

'Well, I mean we spent so much time together as kids, me you and Reg, it almost seems certain.'

Arabella pondered his words silently. 'I never saw it like that, in my mind I was just seeing my friends. Even though now that you mention it, I did see a lot more of you two than the others.'

'Could you imagine if we ended up together?' Sirius asked boldly. 'All that effort to kick us out of our families and we end up getting together anyway?'

'You think we're going to get together?' Arabella asked him, her face full of confusion.

'I could see it as a possibility,' he says, watching her carefully. 'Could you?' His approach to winning her over all came down to what she said here, so he was hanging onto every word.

'I mean its a possibility,' she admitted, and Sirius couldn't help the shit eating grin appearing even on his face even if he wanted to. 'Suck it Diggory' he thought to himself. 'is that why you were acting so weird and flirty in the hallway?' Arabella asks.

'Am I not allowed to flirt with my best friend?' Sirius asked her, raising an eyebrow at the fellow ravenette.

'Best friends? I think James would be hurt hearing that!' Arabella chortled.

'James is like a brother at this point. The best friend spot is safely yours, Bella,' he tells her, his grin returning when he saw the dusty pink glow on her cheeks after.

'I mean you've never done it before, that's what I mean,' Arabella reiterates.

'Maybe I'm just falling for you?' Sirius suggested jokingly.

Arabella glared at him, before sarcastically replying 'Ha, ha.'

'What? Is it so hard to imagine us together?' He asks, gazing at her intently.

'I didn't say that,' Arabella replied quickly, too quickly and she knew it.

However, before Sirius could capitalize upon this win, Slughorn bellowed: 'And that's time up!'

Slughorn made his way around the different cauldron of the Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's in the class. He looked at every single cauldron, sometimes congratulating the pair who did well, other times, turning his head away as to not smell the catastrophe. The three Marauder boys took a great deal of happiness out of seeing Amos's get an immediate 'no'.

'As always, a perfect job, Miss Evans,' Slughorn congratulated Gwendolyn, knowing that she was the one who would have brewed it better than James. 'And, of course, Mr Potter also!'

Next up was Kimberly's and Remus's. 'Very good. Wouldn't expect any less from the pair of you!' he praised, both of them smiling at the compliment.

Next up was Arabella's and Sirius's. Slughorn leaned over their cauldron, before straightening himself up with a grin plastered upon his face. 'I didn't expect less of you, Arabella! And well done too, Mr Black of course.'

'Thanks, sir,' Sirius answered coyly.

After, that the lesson ended. 'See you later, Sirius,' Arabella told him, as rushed off to Gwendolyn and Kimberly.

'What was all that about?' Kimberly asks the other two, once they were safely out of earshot.

'Lets go to the library, we have A LOT to talk about,' Arabella remarks, the other two girls merely nodding.

The library at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a vast and enchanted repository of magical knowledge, located on the first floor of the castle. It houses thousands of books on a wide array of subjects, from common textbooks to rare and ancient manuscripts, and includes a Restricted Section containing books on dark and dangerous magic, accessible only with a teacher's permission. The library is managed by the strict and vigilant Madam Irma Pince, who ensures that students adhere to the rules, such as no talking in certain areas and proper handling of books. This serene and studious environment is frequently utilized by students for research and homework, with the three girls often coming here to gossip when they just wanted it to be the three of them. It was also utilised by them for the books about werewolves, that helped them to understand Kimberly's problem, and aided the two other girls in becoming animagus's.

In their animagi form, Gwendolyn was a doe. A doe, the female of various species of deer, moves with a graceful and fluid elegance that is captivating to observe. When walking, her steps are light and deliberate, each hoof placed gently and precisely, as if she is almost floating above the ground. Her head is often held high, ears twitching and rotating to pick up sounds from all directions, showcasing her alertness. When startled or sensing danger, a doe can transition from a calm walk to a swift, bounding run in an instant. Her powerful legs propel her forward in long, smooth leaps, and she can navigate through dense forests and over obstacles with remarkable agility. Even at high speeds, her movements remain controlled and fluid, embodying a blend of strength and delicacy that is characteristic of deer.

Arabella's took the form of a dog. When walking in her dog form, she moves with a rhythmic and steady gait, her paws making soft, deliberate contact with the ground. Her head held high, her ears perked up or swivelling to catch sounds, and her tail often wags gently or stands in a relaxed position. When she trots, her steps are slightly quicker and more energetic, showing a playful bounce. In a run, she stretches out her body in powerful, coordinated strides, demonstrating both speed and endurance, particularly evident in more athletic breeds. When curious or exploring, she might move with a cautious, yet inquisitive, pace, nose close to the ground, sniffing intently. Her movements can also be affectionate and gentle, such as when she approaches her friends with a soft, wagging tail and a calm demeanour, seeking attention or comfort.

They became animaguses nearly two years ago, perfecting it half way through their third year at Hogwarts, which unknown to them, was around the same time that the Marauders were doing the exact same thing.

The three girls sat in a type of circle, all facing each other.

'Where do we even start, we didn't even get to properly ask you about the train incident,' Gwendolyn starts the conversation.

Kimberly sighed, and put her head in her hands, 'I forgot we hadn't talked about that yet!'

'Well considering that is the most important topic of discussion,' Arabella proposes. 'Let's talk about that, shall we?'

'Gets it out of the way, I suppose,' Kimberly huffed.

'So... what happened between you and Remus on the train?' Gwendolyn asked.

'I have no idea,' Kimberly started. 'One minute we looked at each other, the next I saw his eyes glow yellow and the werewolf within wanted to jump out.'

'Could Remus be the werewolf your mother mentioned?' Arabella wonderes.

Gwendolyn's face lit up. 'Its plausible!' She approved. 'I mean he always seems to have an illness around the full moon, much like yours... I can't believe I never noticed that before!'

'Wait, wait, wait,' Kimberly cautioned. 'I don't know if it is him, we can't be sure.'

Suddenly, Kimberly's face lit up 'Oh Merlin....' She exclaimed.

'What?' The other two girls asked, looking at each other confused.

'I think Remus is the werewolf,' Kimberly announced, looking around to see if anyone else was listening.

For a moment, there was a stunned silence.

'How do you know that?' Arabella inquired.

'Do you remember third year when James, Sirius and Peter all didn't talk for a month?'

Gwendolyn and Arabella pondered on her words, before both of their faces lit up.

'Wait, you seriously think they're animaguses?' Arabella faltered.

'I mean it adds up,' Kimberly murmured, 'I mean, think of the names they give each other, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs..'

'Mooney!' All three girls say in unison.

'Oh Merlin, this is so exciting!' Gwendolyn asks. 'You have to tell your mum!'

'I'll wait until the full moon, two weeks today,' Kimberly decides. 'Then we'll try and catch them in the forbidden forrest.'

‘What do you think their animates forms are?’ Gwendolyn asks.

‘Peter has to be a rat,’ Arabella states. ‘Or a mouse at least, Wormtail sounds ratty. The other two, I have no idea.’

”We’ll find out, won’t we?’ Kimberly reminds them.

'I'll brew up an extra Wolfsbane this month, I highly doubt any of the boys know how to do that, judging off James's potion brewing skills this morning!' Gwendolyn retorts.

'Yeah... what was that about?' Arabella asks. 'Sirius was sitting with me, asking me if I'd ever thought of our parents wanting us to end up together!'

Gwendolyn giggled 'He said what?'

'I know right!' Arabella grumbled. 'And then he started talking about if I could ever see us together, it was so odd he's never spoken to me like this before!'

'I hate to be the bearer of bad news,' Kimberly warns. 'But we all know of his sleeping around.'

'Sirius wouldn't dare, he knows I would hex him into oblivion!'

'Would you date him?' Gwendolyn asked, intrigued.

Arabella's face flushed.

'OMG, you would!' Gwendolyn squeals.

'Shut up, Gwen!' Arabella spluttered, trying to calm down her face. 'Would you ever see yourself with Potter?'

This stopped Gwendolyn in her tracks. 'Honestly, I could.' She answered plainly.

'What about you Kim?' Arabella turns to the brunette.

'Well if he is the werewolf, I won't really have a choice,' Kimberly mentioned. 'Werewolves mate for life, he will literally be my soulmate.'

'Wait that's actually so sweet!' Gwendolyn gushed.

'Yeah it is quite cute,' Kimberly admits, a blush forming on her cheeks.

‘Merlin, we could all be dating the Marauders!’ Arabella scoffs, the idea perplexing her.

'Oh merlin... here comes Rita Skeeter,' Kimberly announced, and the three of them fell silent. The last thing they wanted was for her to find out.

Rita Skeeter was notorious throughout Hogwarts for spreading gossip, even having her own newspaper, entitled 'Hogwarts News,' even though there seemed to be no news at all, just gossip. Students would often to to her if they wanted to push someone under the bus, or to create lies about people. She was rather close with the Ravenclaw girls, often used as a way for Neveah to further show her meanness. She was close to Bellatrix though, and was often seen following her around like a lost puppy. Rita Skeeter was a striking figure with meticulously styled blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seem to miss nothing. Her ever-present Quick-Quotes Quill and parchment hint at her early fascination with journalism. Ambitious and cunning, Rita is known for her relentless drive to uncover secrets and make a name for herself, often using her sharp wit and charm to coax information from others. Even in her teenage years, she shows a talent for spinning stories, hinting at the controversial journalist she will become.

'Hello girls,' Rita Skeeter said, a small, cunning smile upon her lips. 'What were we talking about?'

'Just O.W.L.S,' Gwendolyn informed her, lying.

'Oh,' Rota faltered, obviously wanting some gossip.

'But now that you're here, Rita, I've got a bit of gossip for you,' Arabella interjects suddenly, her eyes lighting up mischievously. The other two girls looked at her in confusion.

'Oh well do tell all!' Rita said, excitement bubbling through her voice.

'Well, today in Potions, Amelia Rosario decided to stop by and say hello to Sirius, whom she seems to be pining over a lot,' Arabella told her. 'Sirius didn't even give her a verbal response!'

'Why is she pining over him?' Rita asked, as her quill wrote down everything that Arabella was saying.

'They had sex at the end of last year, and then he never spoke to her again,' Arabella explained.

Rita's face lit up at this, 'Oh! How juicy! That will be on tomorrow's front page!' And with that, she waved goodbye to the trio and trotted off.

'Is that true?' Gwendolyn asks.

Arabella nods, 'Sirius told me in Potions. He also mentioned it was the worst sex he's ever had.'

Gwendolyn and Kimberly laughed at that.

'Of course he did!' Kimberly huffs.

Suddenly, the bell went.

'Defence against the dark arts next,' Gwendolyn reminded them, as they made their way out of the library.

'Hey Gwen!' a voice echoed, and all three girls turned around and saw the Marauders.

'Hey James,' Gwendolyn answered back.

'What's up, Arabella,' Sirius said, moving to walk next to her.

'What's up, Sirius,' She answered back.

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aitchnkay · 2 years ago

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Jiang Gunian Made A Change Part 11

Waiting was challenging. There was no news from Qishan. No news as to how the Wen were handling the Indoctrination lessons when the heirs were missing. No news from anywhere. Jiang YanLi paced in the comfort and privacy of her room and exuded as much regal serenity as she was capable when walking around in public.

“Lan Zongzhu, How many cultivators with our talismans do you have remaining at Cloud Recesses?”

“One,” he answered. “He is under instructions to activate it only under the most extreme circumstances.”

She worried at her bottom lip. “A’Cheng?”

“I think over ten remain. One was supposed to go to the Indoctrination Center.”

“Ten. And none have anything to report.”

“They can’t all be dead, Shijie,” Wei WuXian soothed. “I handpicked the fastest flyers with the strongest self-preservation instincts. When the Wen attack, at least some of them will make it here.”

“When the Wen attack....” she echoed. “Why aren’t they attacking?” It bothered her, this stillness. The insult of none of the major sects’ heirs attending should have done something. “Nie HuaiSang. Any news from Qinghe?”

“None, Jiang Gunian. We have several strong flyers with eyes on several sects in Qinghe. None of them have reported in.”

She worried at her lip again. “We need eyes and ears in Qishan. At the Nightless City. We can prepare for war, but unless we have information on what they are planning....”

“Shijie... worrying helps no one,” Wei WuXian tried to calm their leader again. “We have sufficient people who will come to us when the Wen make their move.”

Speaking with the fortune teller didn’t help a lot, either. “What is supposed to happen?”

The fortune teller, Xia KeXin, sighed. “I told you what I knew was supposed to happen. You’ve changed things. It’s anyone’s guess now.”

“What happened. During the Indoctrination. Tell me again.”

Xia KeXian settled on her mat. “The cultivators arrive. Wen Chao is in charge. He says they are to study the Quintessence of Wen Mao. Their swords are taken away. There are night hunts where the students act as bait for Wen Chao to take down his prey. The last night hunt is to some mountain and a cave hidden in its depths. Wei WuXian is the one who reveals the cave location. The students are forced into the cave. There’s a fight, and they wake the monster. The Wen escape. Jiang Cheng leads most of the students to safety by swimming. Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi are left behind. They kill the monster. Jin ZiXuan leads the rescue party.

“Wen Chao sends his... partner... to Lotus Pier to have Wei WuXian flogged and his sword hand cut off for fighting him in the cave and for killing the monster. Your mother accedes to the first request, but refuses the second upon realizing that the Wang woman intends to take charge of Lotus Pier. There’s a fight. Jiang Cheng and Wei WuXian escape; your parents and most of your clan are killed.”

Jiang YanLi stopped the older woman. “You really should address my brother properly. Can we... can we assume that Wen Chao will not be able to find the monster since Wei WuXian is not there to find the cave?“

Xia KeXin thought for a moment. “I would not assume that. It is possible that the cave is found through intense work. But intense work is not Wen Chao’s strong point. It is likely he abandoned that quest.”

“So if... when they attack Lotus Pier, there will be some other pretense.”

“Pretense? I would think the justification for attacking would be obvious. YunmengJiang were required to send its heir and strongest disciples. You’re all here. My assumption is that the Lotus Pier disciples sent to Qishan are dead or imprisoned for the affront, and one of the Wen brothers has already assembled a faction to attack your home.”

Jiang YanLi agreed with the old woman. it was only a matter of time before her home was attacked and her parents and friends.... She hoped they would all survive. “We need spies. We need to be able to communicate. We need current information,” she seethed. “Jin ZiXuan? Will you give us the knowledge of how to send butterflies?”

“No?” he sputtered. “That’s proprietary!”

“A’Xian.” she turned to face her head disciple. “Can you emulate the butterflies?”

He nodded. “It will take some time to design it and perfect it.”

“I need the same capabilities. Ear to ear, person to person. Short messages so we can be informed as to what’s happening out there.”

Waiting was challenging. No news was frustrating.

Then the waiting was broken, but not by a YunmengJiang disciple. The cultivator who stumbled, bleeding, into their settlement was wearing Jin gold. “Koi Tower has fallen.”

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Reincarnation AU

From most people’s perspective, Riku is a reserved yet kind young man who has a good head on his shoulders. Despite his father’s rather negative reputation amongst the people of Destiny Islands, he is well liked and trusted by the people around him. He seems to keep his cards quite close to his chest around strangers and acquaintances but still exudes a quiet confidence that makes him seem trustworthy to those around him. Around his friends, however, he becomes much more relaxed and jovial, taking comfort in having those he trusts close to him. He loves them dearly and will do anything he can to protect them and make them happy.

Basics

Name: Riku (last name tba)

Age: 23

Date of Birth: May 7th

Astro sign: Taurus

Gender: Trans man (He/Him)

Sexuality: Very gay (in a relationship with Sora from @sora-rising)

Locale: Destiny Islands, circa 2024

Occupation: Auto Mechanic

Physical Description

Eye color: Teal

Hair Color: Silver

Height: 6’1”

Distinguishing Features: Eyebrow and nose piercings, strong nose and cheekbones, small scars littered around his body

Style: loves tank tops (he worked hard for those muscles he deserves to show them off) and main colors are black, dark blue, with pops of yellow or other colors. loungewear is sporty (i.e. joggers, basketball shorts, track jackets, sweatshirts, and tank tops ofc); “going out” clothes are more grunge and/or biker core (i.e. band shirts, ripped jeans, boots, flannels, leather jackets)

Health

Physical

Very athletic, goes to the gym a lot and really enjoys exercising. Very buff as well, his muscles are a point of pride and gender euphoria for him.

Did a lot of athletic extracurriculars growing up. His father made him take ballet lessons until he was 11 and only let him stop when he agreed to do fencing lessons instead. He was also on the blitzball team in high school, much to his father’s chagrin (he thinks the sport is archaic).

Has small scars littered over his body from childhood. Some are from him doing stupid shit with Sora and/or Kairi as kids and others are from his father. The biggest scars he has are under his pecs from top surgery.

Has been on testosterone since he was 18.

Mental

His father was really abusive, manipulative, and neglectful so he has quite a bit of trauma associated with him that he’s trying to work through. He gets startled when there’s yelling and can quickly panic if he does something wrong.

He rarely cries and if he does, never in front of people because he doesn’t want to give anyone a weakness to exploit. He also has the toxic idea in his head that it’s makes him more “girly” to cry. Even though he knows logically that’s not the case, it’s something he has yet to shake completely from his mind.

Like Sora, he has always had pretty intense nightmares. A lot of the time, he forgets what they were about immediately upon waking up but there are many times where he is left with this lingering fear for Sora’s safety. He‘ll call him at odd hours and when they were younger, he used sneak over to his house in the dead of night just to make sure he was still there. Other times, he’s left with the awful feeling of being used or tainted in some way and it makes him really sick to his stomach. The few nightmares he does remember are often eerily similar to ones that Sora describes to him sometimes and he has no idea what to make of that.

Deals with depression and has really bad days sometimes.

Probably has autism but his father never wanted or cared to get him tested and lord knows he doesn’t have the money for that himself at the moment.

Interests

SPECIAL INTERESTS: motorcycles, marine animals

Hobbies: spending time with his partner and friends, working on his motorcycle (picked it up from a scrap yard and wants to fix it up), exercising, blitzball, fishing, video games (loves rpgs and unfairly good at platformers), reading (like all genres but has been getting into manga recently), drawing (mostly observational but like to doodle from time to time)

Wants a cat and/or dog so bad but can’t afford one yet.

Abilities

None yet

Blogs in the same AU:

@sora-rising

@roxas-falling

@misterli-imperialprep

#ooc post #kh reincarnation au rp #riku profile

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Waikiki Rentals: Your Ultimate Guide to Condos for Rent in Honolulu

Waikiki, with its stunning beaches and vibrant atmosphere, beckons visitors from around the globe to experience the essence of paradise. For those seeking temporary accommodation in this tropical haven, condos for rent honolulu offer the perfect blend of comfort, convenience, and luxury. Whether you're planning a short-term vacation or a long-term stay, navigating the plethora of Waikiki rentals can be overwhelming. Fear not! This comprehensive guide is your key to finding the ideal condo for rent in Honolulu's renowned Waikiki district.

Location is paramount when searching for Waikiki rentals. The allure of Waikiki lies in its proximity to the azure waters of the Pacific Ocean and its vibrant urban lifestyle. Opting for condos for rent in Honolulu's Waikiki district ensures easy access to world-class beaches, upscale shopping boutiques, delectable dining options, and an array of entertainment venues. From the iconic Diamond Head Crater to the bustling Kalakaua Avenue, every corner of Waikiki exudes its unique charm.

When it comes to choosing a condo for rent in Honolulu, amenities play a crucial role in enhancing your living experience. Many Waikiki rentals boast an array of amenities, ranging from refreshing swimming pools and state-of-the-art fitness centers to relaxing spa facilities and breathtaking ocean views. Imagine waking up to the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore or unwinding in a rooftop jacuzzi as the sun sets over the horizon – such experiences await you in Waikiki.

Size matters, especially when selecting condos for rent in Honolulu to accommodate your needs. Whether you're traveling solo, with a partner, or with family and friends, Waikiki rentals come in various sizes to suit every lifestyle. From cozy studios with panoramic ocean views to spacious multi-bedroom condos ideal for family vacations, there's a perfect rental unit waiting to become your home away from home in Waikiki.

Budget-conscious travelers need not fret, as Waikiki offers a diverse range of condos for rent in Honolulu to fit every budget. While oceanfront properties command a premium, there are plenty of affordable options available just a short walk from the beach. By setting a clear budget and prioritizing your preferences, you can find a Waikiki rental that aligns with both your financial considerations and your desired lifestyle.

Accessibility is another essential factor to consider when browsing condos for rent in Honolulu. Waikiki's convenient location ensures easy access to Honolulu International Airport, allowing you to transition seamlessly from the runway to your rental condo in no time. Additionally, Waikiki's well-connected public transportation system makes exploring the island a breeze, whether you're venturing to the North Shore or embarking on a scenic drive along the coastline.

Safety and security are paramount considerations when choosing a condo for rent in Honolulu. Fortunately, Waikiki boasts a reputation for being one of the safest and most tourist-friendly neighborhoods in Honolulu. Many rental properties offer 24/7 security personnel, gated entryways, and surveillance systems to ensure peace of mind for residents and guests alike. Whether you're strolling along the beach at dawn or returning to your condo after a night out, Waikiki prioritizes your safety at every turn.

Ultimately, finding the perfect condo for rent in Honolulu's Waikiki district requires careful consideration of your priorities, preferences, and budget. By leveraging the resources available to you and enlisting the expertise of local real estate professionals, you can navigate the rental market with confidence and secure the ideal accommodation for your stay in paradise. Whether you're drawn to the allure of oceanfront living, the convenience of urban amenities, or the tranquility of island life, Waikiki rentals offer something for everyone. Embrace the spirit of aloha and embark on a journey to discover the endless possibilities that await you in Waikiki, where every day feels like a dream come true.

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Hyundai Santa Fe Unveiled in Adelaide

Discover the Extraordinary: Hyundai Santa Fe Unveiled in Adelaide

In the heart of Adelaide, where cityscapes meet the allure of open roads, the Hyundai Santa Fe stands as a testament to adventure and automotive excellence. As you step into the showrooms of Adelaide, the Hyundai Santa Fe beckons with an invitation to explore a world where style, performance, and versatility seamlessly converge.

Unveiling the Santa Fe's Commanding Presence

At first glance, the Hyundai Santa Fe captures attention with its commanding presence and stylish design. The exterior, characterized by bold lines and a distinctive grille, hints at the capability that lies within. Whether parked curbside or cruising down Adelaide's streets, the Santa Fe exudes an aura of sophistication and rugged elegance.

Technological Marvels for the Modern Explorer

Adventure in the Santa Fe is not just about the destination; it's about the journey enhanced by advanced technologies. The interior welcomes you with a plethora of features designed to elevate your driving experience. From the intuitive infotainment system to the connectivity options that keep you seamlessly linked to the world, the Santa Fe is a technological marvel crafted for the modern explorer.

Safety takes center stage in the Santa Fe's adventure narrative. Equipped with a suite of smart safety features, including forward collision-avoidance assist and blind-spot collision-avoidance assist, the Santa Fe ensures that every excursion is not just thrilling but secure.

Versatility for Every Terrain

Adelaide's diverse landscapes, from urban streets to coastal roads and rugged terrains, find a fitting companion in the Hyundai Santa Fe. This SUV is engineered for versatility, effortlessly adapting to varied driving conditions. Whether you're navigating city traffic or venturing off the beaten path, the Santa Fe's responsive handling and capable performance make every drive an adventure.

A Journey into Spacious Comfort

The Santa Fe's adventure spirit extends to its interior, where spacious comfort awaits both driver and passengers. The flexible seating arrangements provide ample room for family, friends, and cargo, making it an ideal vehicle for both weekend getaways and daily commutes. The panoramic sunroof invites the beauty of Adelaide's skies into the cabin, enhancing the overall sense of freedom and exploration.

The Santa Fe Experience in Adelaide's Showrooms

Exploring the Hyundai Santa Fe in Adelaide's showrooms is not just a vehicle selection process; it's an immersive experience. Adelaide's Hyundai dealerships are staffed with knowledgeable professionals eager to guide you through the adventure that is the Santa Fe. From understanding the various trim options to taking a test drive that brings the Santa Fe's capabilities to life, the dealership experience is designed to be informative and enjoyable.

Conclusion: Embrace the Adventure

In conclusion, the Hyundai Santa Fe for sale in Adelaide is an invitation to embrace adventure on the open roads and city streets alike. It's not just a vehicle; it's a partner in exploration, offering a harmonious blend of style, technology, and versatility. As you step into Adelaide's showrooms, the Santa Fe awaits, promising a journey where every drive is an adventure. Seize the opportunity to explore with the Hyundai Santa Fe – where adventure truly awaits.

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Unleash the Power of Elegance: Rent a Chevrolet Car in Dubai, UAE with Tajeer Car Rental

Welcome to Tajeer Car Rental, your trusted partner for exceptional car rental services in Dubai, UAE. If you're searching for a premium rental experience, look no further than our extensive fleet of Chevrolet cars. With their unmatched combination of style, performance, and reliability, renting a Chevrolet car from Tajeer Car Rental ensures you arrive in elegance and comfort. Let's explore the captivating world of Chevrolet, and why it's the perfect choice for your next journey in Dubai.

Unmatched Style and Design

When it comes to contemporary style and sophisticated design, Chevrolet cars stand in a league of their own. By incorporating captivating features and meticulous craftsmanship, these vehicles exude a strong sense of elegance on the road. Renting a Chevrolet car from Tajeer Car Rental allows you to experience unparalleled luxury and seize attention wherever you go.

Handcrafted Perfection: Chevrolet vehicles are known for their attention to detail, combining sleek lines with bold contours. From the iconic Chevrolet Camaro to the stylish Chevrolet Malibu, each model is meticulously designed to leave a lasting impression, ensuring you travel in style during your Dubai adventures.

Elegant Interior: Step inside a Chevrolet car, and you'll be welcomed by a refined and inviting cabin. Premium materials, comfortable seating, and cutting-edge technology create an ambience of exclusivity. Whether you're navigating the city streets or embarking on a long road trip, the luxurious interior of a Chevrolet car enhances your overall driving experience.

State-of-the-Art Features: Chevrolet vehicles are equipped with advanced features that prioritize both driver and passenger comfort. From integrated infotainment systems to innovative safety technologies, Chevrolet cars offer a seamless blend of convenience and peace of mind, ensuring a smooth and secure driving experience throughout your journey.

Unleash Performance and Versatility

Chevrolet is synonymous with impressive performance capabilities and unparalleled versatility. Whether you're exploring the vibrant city or venturing off the beaten path, renting a Chevrolet car from Tajeer Car Rental allows you to not only reach your destination but also enjoy every moment of the drive.

Powerful Engine Options: Chevrolet vehicles offer a range of powerful engine options, delivering exhilarating performance on the road. From the sporty Chevrolet Camaro to the robust Chevrolet Tahoe, each model is engineered to provide a dynamic and thrilling driving experience, making your time behind the wheel truly unforgettable.

Excellent Fuel Efficiency: Despite their impressive power, Chevrolet cars are designed with fuel efficiency in mind. The integration of advanced technologies and efficient engines ensures that you can enjoy extended drives without worrying about frequent refueling stops, allowing you to explore Dubai and its surroundings with ease.

Spaciousness and Comfort: Chevrolet cars are renowned for their generous interior space, providing ample legroom, headroom, and cargo capacity. Whether you're embarking on a family vacation or traveling with a group of friends, Chevrolet's versatile seating arrangements and storage solutions ensure everyone enjoys a comfortable and relaxing journey.

At Tajeer Car Rental, we take pride in offering a diverse selection of Chevrolet cars that combine elegance, performance, and versatility. Renting a Chevrolet car in Dubai, UAE allows you to experience the pinnacle of automotive luxury while exploring the city and its surroundings. Let Tajeer Car Rental be your gateway to unforgettable moments behind the wheel of a Chevrolet. Visit our website, https://tajeercarrent.com/, today and embark on an exceptional rental journey in the elegance of a Chevrolet car.

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Luxury Limos in Miami: Elevating Your Travel Experience

Miami, known for its vibrant culture, stunning beaches, and exciting nightlife, is a city where style and luxury are a way of life. When it comes to transportation, nothing quite matches the elegance and sophistication of a limousine. Limos in Miami offer more than just a ride; they provide an unforgettable experience that complements the city's glamorous ambiance. In this article, we'll explore the world of limousine services in Miami, highlighting the benefits and occasions that make them the preferred choice for discerning travelers.

The Allure of Limousines in Miami

Unmatched Luxury: Miami is synonymous with luxury, and limousines perfectly align with the city's opulent lifestyle. From plush leather seats to ambient lighting and state-of-the-art entertainment systems, limos in Miami exude elegance and extravagance.

Comfort and Space: Limousines offer ample space, ensuring that you and your companions can travel comfortably and luxuriously. Whether you're going to a special event or need airport transportation, you can relax in style.

Professional Chauffeurs: Limousine services in Miami provide experienced and well-trained chauffeurs who prioritize your safety and comfort. They are knowledgeable about the city's routes and traffic patterns, ensuring a seamless journey.

Versatile Options: Miami limousine services offer a diverse fleet of vehicles, from classic stretch limos to sleek SUVs and even exotic models like the Rolls-Royce Phantom. You can choose the perfect limo to suit your occasion and style.

Occasions That Call for a Limo in Miami

Weddings: A Miami wedding is an elegant affair, and a limousine adds an extra touch of sophistication. Arrive in style at your wedding venue, and let a chauffeur ensure you have a stress-free journey on your special day.

Corporate Events: Impress clients, partners, or colleagues with a limo service to and from corporate events, conferences, or important meetings. It's a professional way to make a lasting impression.

Airport Transportation: Avoid the hassle of airport traffic and parking by booking a limousine for airport transportation. It's a convenient and luxurious way to start or end your trip.

Night on the Town: Miami's nightlife is legendary, and a limo is the ideal way to experience it. Enjoy a night out with friends without worrying about designated drivers or parking.

Proms and Homecomings: Make these memorable high school events even more special by arriving in a luxurious limousine. It's a great way for young adults to feel like celebrities for the night.

Anniversaries: Celebrate your love and commitment with a romantic limo ride around Miami. Whether it's a first anniversary or a milestone, a limousine adds a touch of magic.

Benefits of Choosing Limousine Services in Miami

Punctuality: Limousine services are known for their punctuality. Chauffeurs are committed to ensuring that you reach your destination on time, whether it's a wedding, business meeting, or airport transfer.

Stress-Free Travel: When you hire a limo in Miami, you can relax and enjoy your journey. Leave the stress of navigating traffic and finding parking to your chauffeur.

Safety: Limousine companies prioritize safety, with vehicles that meet rigorous safety standards and chauffeurs who are trained in defensive driving techniques.

Privacy: Limos often come equipped with tinted windows and a partition between the chauffeur and passengers, providing a private and intimate space.

Convenience: Limousine services can be tailored to your specific needs. Whether you require additional stops, specific amenities, or special requests, they can accommodate your preferences.

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goodtimelimo-canada · 2 years ago

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Prom Limo Toronto

Introduction

Prom night is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and at Good Time Limo, we are committed to making it a night to remember. Our Prom Limo Toronto offers an exceptional experience of luxury, elegance, and excitement, ensuring that you and your friends enjoy a prom night like no other. From the moment you step into our luxurious limousines to the grand entrance at your prom venue, Good Time Limo guarantees an unforgettable experience that will leave you with cherished memories to last a lifetime.

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Your prom night is a celebration of achievements and friendships, and it deserves to be celebrated in opulence and style. Our fleet of meticulously maintained limousines exudes sophistication and luxury, offering a lavish setting for you and your friends to enjoy. Inside the limousine, you’ll find plush seating, ambient lighting, and modern entertainment systems, creating the perfect atmosphere for an unforgettable journey to your prom.

Arrive in the Spotlight

With Good Time Limo’s prom limo service, you’ll arrive at your prom in the spotlight. Stepping out of the glamorous limousine, you’ll feel like a true VIP, making a grand entrance that will impress your classmates and create a sense of excitement for the night ahead. Our professional chauffeurs will ensure that you are the center of attention as you arrive at your prom venue, making you feel like a star on your special night.

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Create Lasting Memories

Prom night is a time to create lasting memories with your friends. Traveling together in a prom limo provides the perfect opportunity to celebrate and bond with your classmates. The laughter, joy, and camaraderie inside the limousine become an integral part of your prom night memories that you’ll treasure for years to come. Good Time Limo is here to make your prom night extraordinary, filled with unforgettable moments and experiences.

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Make your prom night a dream come true with Good Time Limo’s Prom Limo Toronto. Indulge in opulence, elegance, and style as you arrive at your prom in a luxurious limousine. Let our professional chauffeurs ensure your safety and comfort throughout the night, allowing you to focus on enjoying the magic of this special occasion. Contact us today to book your prom limo with Good Time Limo and prepare for an unforgettable journey that will elevate your prom night to new heights of luxury and glamour. Let us be your trusted partner in creating memories that will be cherished for a lifetime.

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othcrworlds · 4 days ago

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bianca couldn't deny the validity in his words, for she shared a similar sentiment. ender wasn't just physically attractive — he was enigmatic, exuding an intrigue that many women longed to follow, to fall into. her jealousy mirrored his; perhaps that was one of the many reasons they came together. their respective demons recognized one another and worked in tandem. it was a macabre way to view their relationship, yet somehow, bianca appreciated it even more through that lens. with him, she never once felt like she was too much — that dreaded descriptor hurled at her countless times by family, friends, and past partners alike.

similarly, he had a point about her friends. she distanced herself significantly from their outings out of respect for ender, as they were perpetually on the prowl for experiences that weren't conducive to her being in a relationship. they weren't bad people; rather, seasons changed and so did her priorities. " no one would ever be able to make me do anything against you, or us, " she assured him, though she knew her words didn't carry nearly the same weight as her actions. she would simply have to keep demonstrating that she truly stood by her faithful talk.

she finally allowed herself to melt into his grip, accepting both his words and the kiss that followed — all while holding her slipper in one hand. she welcomed his tongue with her own, engaging it in an elated, lingering dance before finally pulling away, almost petulantly. that kiss ignited her core and colored the beginnings of her words.

" i was only riling you up about mexico city, " she revealed through a shit-eating smirk, though she assumed he had already put that together. " but, i might have to go to guadalajara at some point soon... work trip, nothing funny, " she quickly added before another explosion could ensue. " the marketing team down there isn't on the same page with us up here, and it's kind of a mess, y papá me dijo que tengo que ir a ver qué pasa con eso. " she sighed, already anticipating the annoyances waiting for her. for all the pride she took in being part of the family legacy, she often wished life could just slow down a little so she could savor the fruits of her marketing exec. labor more. finally, she dropped the slipper to the floor so her foot could settle back into it, her hand rising to rest against his arm — the very spot where she'd smacked him — as if she could absorb the sting from his skin. the chanclita was officially put away for now, signaling his temporary safety from its wrath.

he couldn't help being who he is at times, sure he was grateful she even looked his way and accepted to be his girlfriend. his toxic traits can be a bit much for anyone. seeing the eye roll she gave he knew he probably messed things up, his strong nature has been his downfall at times. "tu sabes y yo soy un hombre celoso. i might trust you, not that doesn't mean i trust those around you. people nowadays are careful about having side pieces and all that. besides your girlfriends are crazy as fuck, they might lure to some party and make you hook up with some pretentious fucker." yeah he was stretching this a bit but why couldn't she see he was somewhat worried, Bianca had better chances at meeting other guys who were way better than him.

after reconciling from their earlier argument, some would think it's stupid they'd fight for dumb assumptions. he eyed her reaching for the slipper and slap his arm with it, covering his hand over the area of his arm where she slapped the rough rubber sole against his skin. It was game over when the slipper made an appearance whenever an argument insude.

He listened, rubbing his palm over his arm as he looked at her. While she had a point, how can they both fit anyone else when they had each other. But was it awful to worry that she might fall for someone way better, less toxic. her little pout distracted his thoughts while he heard her pretty little voice express her thoughts. Ender wanted but to kiss that pout away. "Perdoname mami — that possibility can always happen. I worry you being away with friends and family and i know i should be positive about it all. Pero no me pegues con la chancla, eso duele." voice soft as he closed the space, his arm circling around her petite waist. his lips ghosting hers before kissing her softly, slipping his tongue inside her mouth.

"fine, i'll let you go to Mexico as long as we face time each other, esta bien ? will you forgive me, i'll do anything. "

#gctfukcd #bianca.interactions #bianca ft. ender #i don’t even know who is cuter at this point #i just know i’m here for it all ♡

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Enhance Your Outdoor Oasis With Decking: A Guide

Imagine this: a warm summer evening, a gentle breeze, and the soothing sounds of nature. You step out onto your beautifully crafted deck, feeling the smooth and sturdy surface beneath your feet. The ambiance is perfect for relaxing with friends, hosting a family barbecue, or simply enjoying a moment of solitude. Welcome to the world of decking Perth, where outdoor dreams become a reality.

In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore the wonders of decking, its benefits, design options, and maintenance tips to help you create the perfect outdoor retreat.

The Beauty And Versatility Of Decking

1. Enhancing Your Outdoor Living Space:

Your outdoor space is an extension of your home, a place where you can unwind and connect with nature. Decking provides an opportunity to transform a plain backyard into a stunning oasis. Whether you envision a cosy seating area surrounded by lush greenery or a spacious entertainment zone for hosting memorable gatherings, decking offers the perfect foundation for your outdoor dreams.

2. Decking Materials Exploring Your Options:

When it comes to decking Perth materials, the choices are vast. From traditional wood to modern composite options, each material has its own unique characteristics and benefits. Wood decking, such as cedar or redwood, exudes natural beauty and warmth, while composite decking offers durability and low-maintenance convenience. Consider your preferences, budget, and climate when selecting the ideal material for your deck.

Designing Your Dream Deck

1. Planning the Layout and Size:

Before diving into the design process, take time to envision how you want your deck to function. Consider factors such as the available space, the desired activities, and the flow between indoor and outdoor areas. Determine the optimal size and shape that will accommodate your needs while complementing the existing architecture of your home.

2. Choosing a Style and Aesthetic:

Decking is a versatile canvas for expressing your personal style. Whether you prefer a modern, sleek design or a rustic, natural look, there are countless style options to consider. Pay attention to details such as railings, lighting, and accessories to enhance the overall aesthetic and create a cohesive outdoor space that reflects your unique taste.

3. Incorporating Functional Elements:

Make your deck not just visually appealing but also functional. Consider incorporating features such as built-in seating, planters, or a barbecue area. These elements not only elevate the functionality of your deck but also add character and convenience to your outdoor oasis.

When it comes to bringing your deck design to life, partnering with experienced deck builders Perth can be invaluable. These professionals have the expertise to seamlessly integrate functional elements into your deck, ensuring a cohesive and well-executed result.

With their guidance, you can transform your deck into a true extension of your home, combining aesthetics with functionality for an outdoor oasis that exceeds your expectations.

Maintaining The Beauty Of Your Deck

1. Regular Cleaning and Maintenance:

To ensure the longevity and beauty of your deck, regular cleaning and maintenance are essential. Sweep away debris, clear leaves and branches, and periodically wash the surface to prevent the build up of dirt and grime. Apply a protective sealant or stain to keep the wood looking vibrant and protected from the elements.

2. Inspections and Repairs:

Perform regular inspections to identify any signs of wear, rot, or loose boards. Addressing these issues promptly will prevent further damage and maintain the structural integrity of your deck. If repairs are necessary, consult a professional to ensure proper restoration and safety.

3. Hiring A Professional Decking Contractor:

Hiring a professional deck builders Perth can help bring your vision to life. They have the expertise, knowledge, and tools to handle the entire process, from design and material selection to installation and finishing touches.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, decking Perth has the power to transform your outdoor space into a haven of relaxation and enjoyment. By carefully selecting the right materials, designing a layout that suits your needs, and incorporating functional elements. You can create a deck that not only enhances the beauty of your home but also becomes a gathering place for unforgettable moments with loved ones.

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urlkssknt · 3 years ago

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last piece (4.5)

pairing - nanami kento x fem!gojou!reader x fushiguro toji

genre - parent!au, 7k

warnings mature content mdni!! mentions of blood and hospitals, car accident, miscarriage

a/n - i’m so sorry for this chapter coming out so late it takes a lot in me to actually sit down and write nowadays

master list

now playing - apocalypse, cigarettes after sex

Toji was exhausted, finding a suitable job whilst trying to find a place to stay was becoming harder and harder as the days furthered. Slowly, the motivation to live independently would decrease as Toji was met with the harsh reality of the real world. It was only getting worse when a certain woman would seek his attention. The same woman who had corrupted his naive mind into believing her advances were innocent. The same woman who was the cause for his supposed downfall; his own blood casting him out of the large family mansion only to be kicked onto the streets with the worn clothes on his back. Toji barely had enough money to support himself let alone a blood-sucking leech, who he couldn't let go of no matter how hard he tried, it was as if he had fallen under some sick spell. She held him captive, her venomous tongue sang a siren song whenever he threatened leaving her. Mentally, physically, and emotionally, he was shackled to the woman, dare he say, once loved dearly. The only way she would no longer occupy his mind was when a glass of whiskey was in his hand. Sat at the bar, Toji took a small sip of the drink, not even flinching at the bitterness that burned his throat.

As his thoughts of despair began to spiral out of control, a little further from him, a woman sat at the table lined with the finest silk and plushest chair, begging for the heavens to stab her.

Toji's eyes settled on you, an unusual look of discomfort mixed with boredom spread across your face making you stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone else looked happy to be sitting and dining in such a luxurious restaurant with their partners. It took the man a few moments to recognise your features, he understood where the familiarity he felt came from when he first glanced at you. Gojou Y/n. The youngest and only daughter to be birthed into the Gojou family, and surprisingly the most beautiful. Your family’s name was thrown around his household many times, it always ended up giving him a headache. The conversation would always be about what land your father had acquired, what your stupid brother did recently. Toji thought you were stunning from the obvious elegance you exuded to the way you even managed to keep a nimble smile on your lips despite being plainly uncomfortable. With stern eyes, Toji watched the scene of a failing date unfold in front of him, wondering to himself if you would make an attempt to leave at some point. Anything was better than drowning his sorrows with alcohol.

Meanwhile, you began to feel completely exhausted from just listening to the pretentious bastard your friends set you up with. The man wouldn’t stop talking about himself, telling you about his extravagant education, the sports he plays, and lastly the three exotic languages he speaks. Normally, you would be impressed at such extraordinary accomplishments being achieved at a young age but your mind lost focus in the midst of his insistent ramblings. Even your self-centred brother didn’t boast about himself in such a trashy manner.

You decided enough was enough, you wasted an evening on some idiot when you could have been back in the safety of your cozy pyjamas, sitting on the sofa of your apartment in front of your tv, rewatching your favourite sitcom. Mustering up enough courage to raise your voice, in order to actually be heard, “It’s getting late,” you felt bad for wanting to leave the date (you didn’t, you would run for the hills if you could, even in your red bottom heels.) “I’m gonna take off,” you threw the sleazy man a sympathetic smile that wasn’t genuine as you gathered your designer bag, trying to leave as quick as possible, and save your ears from possible bleeding. “It was nice meet-“

A harsh vice-like grip latched onto your wrist, causing you to freeze in your spot like a baby deer caught in headlights. The man stood up from his chair to reach his full height, you realised how much taller he is than you as he peered down at you as if you were a child. “You’re a fucking bitch.”

“Excuse me?” you were baffled. How can a man, who spoke about himself for thirty-eight minutes straight, yes you counted, call you a bitch? Not only was he a dickhead, turns out he was a full on asshole, though there wasn’t much of a difference between the two degrading titles.

“Everyone warned me about you,” the man pointed his finger at you as his words were literally spat in your face, almost poking your eye out, “but I thought I should, at least, give you a chance.”

Other people sat in the restaurant watched the whole short scene develop with eyes trained on you like hawks. Some were whispering to one another about the uncomfortable site before them, the other half carried on with their evening’s acting like it was normal for a man to intimidate a woman to such a harsh degree. It made Toji scoff against the crystal glass. No one was going to help you, he was completely sure of that. The idiots, Toji thought to himself as he got up from his seat at the bar, taking one last long sip of the whiskey. Did no one in this whole entire restaurant know who you are?

A rough hand wrapped around your wrist loosely, just having a light hold on your limb whilst the other hand pushed off your date’s hand from you, roughly. A man slotted himself in front you as if to shield you from the secretive stares of onlookers. Your view becomes obstructed, all you could see was the material hugging the length of his large shoulders, broad enough for someone to cross an ocean on them.

“She said she’s leaving,” The unknown man’s voice was rough when he spoke with such authority, yet it was smooth like silk. “So why don’t you sit back down before I make this a little ugly?”

You were stunned when your date backed away and cowered in fear from the intimidating stare the other man gave him, it seemed like your date’s height didn’t faze the slightly shorter man at all. The dark haired man looked over his shoulder to give you a dazzling smile, one that made your cheeks burn and stomach warm. He guided you out of the restaurant gently so you both stood beside each other in the street.

With a sigh, you fumbled with your purse to find the box of cigarettes and silver metal lighter, not noticing the green eyes that were studying your movements with curiosity. No words were exchanged between the pair of you as you brought the lit flame towards the end of the small white stick, taking an extra long drag to calm the anger flowing through your veins.

“Mind if I use your lighter?” The rich voice spoke again. God, now that was something you could listen to all day. The man had pulled out his own cigarette, dangling it between the pillows of his plush lips. He muttered a small ‘thank you,’ as your hand neared the end of his cigarette, the other free hand cupped to shield the flame. You were much more beautiful up close, Toji could see the glimmer of the sparkly powder against your cheekbones shining under the low lighting outside. “Pretty girls shouldn’t smoke.”

“Good thing I’m a woman,” you answer in a simple tone after exhaling into the cold air of the night, you wished you wore a warmer jacket. You could feel an insistent stare from the man next to you, it caused a shiver to run through your whole body.

The man chuckled softly, making you turn to face him. For the first time that night, you got a clear view of his whole face. You had to admit it to yourself, he was extremely handsome, his eyes shone like tiny emeralds when they held contact with yours. “I like you.”

“I hear that a lot,” you reply in turn, it was the truth. Most of your ‘friends’ were either forced by their parents to be nice to you or they thought they’d gain some sort of in with your family if they faked their kindness. Loneliness was your best friend. “Normally it’s after someone hears my name.”

But it is easier to just ignore it all. Ignore the people you once trusted talking about you in loud boistering voices thinking you couldn’t hear. Ignore that their kindness was a double edged sword that you’d never be able to escape.

“Toji.”

“Y/n.”

A silence fell amongst the two of you, choosing to stay quiet and listen to the sounds of people laughing in groups from something humorous and cars driving past to escape the biting cold of the night. You would have to call a taxi to drive you home since your failed date definitely wouldn’t be, or maybe your brother might be willing to pick you up so then you could complain to him about the treacherous behaviour’s most males exhibit. Either way, your date failed.

“I hope to see you around, Ms Y/n,” Toji took your free hand between his, pulling you out of the trace you didn’t know you were in, you could feel the roughness of his calloused fingers but he touched you with such a gentleness you didn’t mind at all. His cold lips pressed a soft kiss to the skin. “Make sure the next guy you go on a date with isn’t a dickhead.”

You watched his large figure taking steps away from you to merge into the small crowd forming on the side of the street, never turning around to spare your curiosity another glance. Part of you felt disappointed that you’d never be able to see such a kind, beautiful gentleman again.

All you could do was hope, maybe you two could meet again.

“What are you doing?” asked Toji as his line of vision became obstructed by a hand, much smaller than his own, covering the expanses of his eyes. The sudden action led to the older man tensing up under your warm touch. Toji definitely didn’t like surprises, there was nothing fun about being presented with something unexpected. A sudden thought rushed into the front of his mind, it wasn’t a pregnancy stick, right? Toji didn’t consider himself to be a religious person, but in these few seconds, he found himself praying that when he opens his eyes, you’ll show him anything else.

“Tada!” you exclaimed whilst lifting your hand to let him see again. You held a small box in front of Toji, your voice was filled with joy and excitement, like you were the one receiving the gift. Toji knew that was just your personality, he thought it was a unique quality to have, being able to be happy for others. He admired that about yourself. “Happy birthday!”

And, thank God, it definitely wasn’t anything hinting towards a pregnancy. The box wasn’t large enough in width to contain a stick.

“You didn’t have to get me a gift.” Truthfully, Toji didn’t expect anything, not even a simple cake. Birthdays just weren’t celebrated as he grew up, the one time he did go out, Toji went to the club with his annoying cousin and nearly drank all the hard liquor. It was definitely not a night he prided himself in. A warm feeling spreads along his chest when the man remembers he had mentioned his birth date to you once, when you ask how old he was. Toji was only a few years older, it didn’t stop the ‘old man’ jokes you would make and laugh at, even when they weren’t funny. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but laugh with you, not because they were actually humorous but because of the gleaming sparkle in your eyes. You were just so adorable.

“I wanted to buy it for you,” you explained whilst taking the empty seat beside the large man on your sofa, “open it!”

The gold engraving on top of the box was a giveaway of how extravagant the gift inside would be. Toji had an assumption of the money collecting dust in your bank account, it must have been a fairly large sum of money because you rarely ever spent it, saving it for designer bags and shoes.

Slowly, Toji pulled at the neatly tied ribbon, the silky material between the pads of his fingers made him feel undeserving of your gift. There wasn’t an established relationship between the two of you, nothing tying you to him apart from the kisses he gives you in the dead of night when he’s hiding from her. You were a safe haven, never failing to look at him with a loving look in your sapphire eyes. Lifting the lid of the box, Toji becomes shocked at the gift inside, a Patek Philippe watch resting around a plush pillow. The sitting man becomes deadly silent, his eyes analysing every feature of the gift; from the brown leather straps to the gold detailing of the numbers on the face. It was safe to say the watch must have cost a couple thousand and here you just spent it all on a man who you occasionally have sex with.

“Do you not like it?” you asked anxiously, eyes shifting between the gift in his hands and the look in the emerald eyes that you adore. There were only a few things that you knew about Toji, gifting him a watch seemed like the safest bet, even your brother advised you to purchase it, thinking you were buying a gift for a boyfriend. “I-I can get something else, maybe a car-?”

“No, this is perfect.” Toji’s eyes connect with yours and he gives you the most sincere smile he has given anyone. The warmth on his chest heats up again, his heart skips a beat when your lips turn upwards into a beautiful smile.

Toji would have been happy if you had given him a lottery ticket, even if he won no earnings for the gamble.

“Happy birthday, Toji!”

Toji's lips chased yours as he gently led you down against your soft pink bed sheets that he found adorable. At the feeling of his rough hands squeezing your waist, a gasp fell from your lips causing you to split from the man. Your head was tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as your glossy lips fell agape.

"I missed you," Toji mumbled against your ear softly in a low tone, one that he knew would cause you to become flustered, cheeks dusting with a pinkish hue. Out of all the women the brooding man had been with, by far, you were his favourite, you reacted to Toji's touch in a way that made him crave you, always itching to have you. It felt uncomfortable, sometimes unbearable, to not be with you. Toji couldn’t understand why he was so drawn to you. One voice in his mind kept telling himself that it was only because you were beneficial to him, you could provide Toji a life of luxury, all he had to do was keep you beside him and toss away the other women, none of them could hold a candle to your flame. The other voice, offering a much kinder perspective, whispered words of admiration about you.

The large warmth pressing against the back of your neck leaves and then returns in the form of small circles being brushed along your inner thigh, leaving a trail of blazing heat to follow. Between your lashes, you gazed up at the man who had slotted a singular leg between yours, his jean-clad knee ever so close to where you needed him most.

For a moment, your wandering hands pause in their tracks, "did you enjoy your trip?" you asked with such a caring tone in your voice, a look of innocence swimming around in your eyes. Naturally, you were curious about the events occurring in your partner’s life. The pang of guilt hit Toji's chest again. He faltered for one moment, slipping away from you, before he immediately snapped himself into place. As long as you didn't suspect Toji of anything, everything will be fine, he'll soon be yours like you think he is. Toji just needs more time.

"Missed my princess so much," the words of endearment mixed with the sudden friction against your clothed heat acted as a distraction and caused you to forget about the short minuscule look of worry that flashed over Toji's eyes. His sweet words rang in your ear like a never-ending melody. Toji pressed his knee against your clit harder, carefully watching how your back arched off the bed ever so slightly. He wanted more of you so he could forget about the previous events that had transpired between him and his 'other woman.'

Soft, gentle kisses were spread all over your neck, a sharp nip here and there, not hard enough to leave a bruise but enough to add to the wetness pooling in your panties. With a tug on his hair, Toji stopped his ministrations before being brought to you with another kiss. You moaned at the touch of his large hands groping you through your shirt and bra.

Your breath came out heavy as you glanced up at your partner, his emerald eyes glowing with lust, the smirk on his swollen lips reminded you of a hyena. "I don't have any more classes." Toji's eyes widened in response to your suggestion, reading between the lines. It awoke something deep within him. Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth to hide the growing smile along your lips as you noticed the desire burning in the embers of Toji’s eyes.

The loose shirt around you was practically ripped to shreds in Toji's hands as he tore the fabric of you like the cloth was offending him. “You're a naughty girl," Toji pulled the simple shirt he wore off his body, exposing the sharp muscles of his abdomen. You drooled at the sight like a baby looking at candy.

Without warning, two long digits were pushed past your cunt, fingertips grazing against a certain spongy spot. Intently, Toji watched as your walls swallowed him in completely, thick fingers stretching you out in preparation for his cock. One of Toji's favourite things to do was tease you with his fingers as you tried your hardest to complete an assignment. You could never reject his advances, his touch being too intoxicating. Your arousal covered his fingers as he pulled them out swiftly, only to thrust them back into you. Toji kept up at this agonising pace, dutifully watching how your hips would buck in order to gain some form of extra friction.

"You look like you can't take my fingers," the speed of his fingers increased as the tone in Toji’s voice mocked you in delight, "how can my princess take my cock?"

"I can! I can!" You mewled out a cry.

"Funny that," Toji let out a dark chuckle, "I didn't hear a 'please' anywhere."

"Please," your beg sounded more like a whine, your voice a pitch higher than before, desperate to reach your climax, “let me cum, daddy, please."

Toji curled his fingers with skill, hitting the bundle of nerves that was bound to add tension to the coil forming in your lower stomach. A twisted idea came to Toji's mind. The older man lowered himself till he could latch himself onto your chest, stuffing his mouth full with your breast, sucking on the mound as his hot tongue swirled around your peak, his other hand twisting your other nipple between his fingers. The added stimulation emitted a loud moan to fall onto Toji's ears, his favourite sound in the world, akin to a symphony. The convulsing of your gummy walls around Toji's fingers let him know you were close. Just as you could feel yourself reach your high, the touches along your chest paused and the fingers between your thighs were pulled out, a string of your slick following Toji's fingers keeping you both connected.

You could have come at the sight of Toji sucking on his fingers like a lollipop whilst his dick stood hard and proud between his fist. The sight made you feel ten times hotter.

"You taste amazing, can't believe I went a week without you."

Already knowing, Toji rummaged through your nightstand for the familiar box that contained all the condoms, as much as he enjoys unprotected sex, Toji respects your wishes of precaution. He wouldn't dare to force you into doing something that made you uncomfortable. As shitty as life was to him, Toji was determined to protect you from harm's way whenever you were together because you deserve the best. Once the condom was rolled on, the older man returned to his space towering over you, a steady arm keeping him up as he lined himself up with the entrance of your wet cunt. Toji took a moment for your appearance to sink into his mind like a sponge with water. A deep blush flushed your cheeks, as if from embarrassment but Toji knew better, as your lips deepened in colour from his vicious attacks.

The flushed head of his cock is pushed through your folds, collecting all the glistening fluid, not letting a single drop go to waste as it coats around his dick like a lubricant. You utter a curse at the feeling of the cockhead inching into you. Gently, you squeeze Toji's bicep to attract his attention, his eyes leave from the lewd sight of where your bodies connect to your blown out dazed eyes. "Can you be a bit gentle today?" you ask shyly, "my back just hurts."

The dark haired man quickly nods at your request, noting to give you a massage later with the muscle relief cream that he had bought from the convenience store down the road. "Whatever my princess wants, she gets."

Toji could easily say meaningless sweet nothings every second of the day and you’d willingly believe him, most of the time he meant those afflictions because only you were deserving of such pure kindness. What Toji didn’t know is that you knew about the work trips, it was easy to tell when he’d never let you use his phone or take items of his clothes.

You knew but for the sake of not being alone, you chose to stay naive and believe his ribbon-wrapped lies.

"What if I want you?"

"You have me,” he emphasised his promise with a sharp thrust, “you have all of me."

You watched the rain as it pelted against the glass window, creating harsh sounds that gently echoed in your room. It was the second time it had rained today. A warm hand slivered its way under your shirt to graze against your skin, the sudden touch raising the hair on your arms. Toji began humming a simple song that he had heard earlier and was annoyingly stuck in his head, he didn’t even like the song that much. There weren’t many things he liked; loud noises, large crowds, sour sweets. Yet, Toji enjoyed your presence, he found himself craving you instead of those cigarettes that he promised to never touch again but kept in the pocket of his jacket, just in case.

“You don’t love me, right?” your voice sounded so small like you were afraid of the answer, and you were. Toji’s rejection was a thought that terrified you. “I know this is just..” you pause to take a breath, to swallow the lump that was forming. “A silly thing for you.”

The steady breaths against your neck halted, your stomach churned as you braved yourself for the truth. Toji held his breath as he began to think to himself. Originally, your relationship was supposed to be short and sweet. A fling to look back on in later years and reminisce about. Toji couldn’t let you go. Your brother drilled it into his mind that there were other men out there willing to please you, do anything you wished for. Men who are richer, with a stable income, who have a name to be proud of. Everything that Toji couldn’t give you but he still grips onto you like a leech.

The mattress under you dips slightly as Toji turns you on your back and shifts himself to tower over your frame. The hand under your shirt gently grips your waist as most of his weight is put onto the arm holding him up. Toji felt his throat run dry as he tried to form the words crossing his mind. The muscle in his chest began to pound harshly against its confinement as Toji registered the emotions on your face. You always looked at him like he picked a star out of the sky, and for you he would, hell he would give you the sun even if it meant he’d hurt himself in the process. There was no look of anger like he was expecting, you were so patient with him. The two of you had been together for two years now, where you never failed to shower him with love and admiration. Suddenly, Toji felt angry towards himself, you loved him unconditionally and he couldn’t even utter three simple words to you. He owed you that much. He owed it to himself, to be happy with you.

“I love you,” Toji’s grip deepened, his nails that you had trimmed earlier creating crescent shapes on the canvas that is your skin, “very much.” The words of affection felt alien on his tongue, he had finally voiced his confession to you. Toji was a man that never blushed, not even when he was in year seven and had his first kiss, but seeing the grin that stretched from ear-to-ear on your face, his cheeks couldn’t help but darken in colour. “Don’t ever doubt my love for you,” Toji mumbled into the crook of your neck, hiding the few salty tears that escaped from his emerald eyes, quickly feeling embarrassed, “please.”

Gentle, soft pats of your hand along his back helped the rapid beating of his heart to calm down, internally, Toji scowled himself for acting like a teenager who had just been confessed to. The rain still poured down onto the streets, the sheets were still warm, everything still felt the same. Toji knew that loving you became his norm, he wouldn’t know how to function without you, as much as the dependency scared him, it also brought comfort; he was still capable of loving.

You ran your fingers through his raven locks before kissing his forehead. “You'll be my baby.”

Despite his concealed face, you could feel the corners of his mouth turning upwards into a smile, “and you’ll be my princess.”

“Why are you mad at me?” You ask desperately in a plea to understand why your boyfriend dragged you out of the hospital room like you were some criminal he was arresting. Contrary to what many believed, Toji was caring and gentle towards you, never so much as touching a hair on your head. But today, a new ferocious side you had never witnessed before and been brought out. There was always something Toji was hiding from you, keeping you in the dark for as long as possible, completely out of the loop so you’d ever understand and continue to be oblivious. You could easily find out what it was, that wasn’t the difficult part. But it seemed that through the whole duration of your relationship Toji was keeping a part of himself from you. Patiently, you have waited for five years and he still won’t open up to you about his family and childhood. All you knew was that his family disowned him due to some petty reason, which he won’t reveal to you. There was an inkling feeling at the back of the mind that it had something to do with the reason why Toji leaves you for ‘business trips.’ As much as you wanted to go out looking for the truth, you knew if you dug a little deeper into his past you might find something you wished to be untrue.

As you stand rooted into the ground of the hallway, Toji doesn’t even spare you a glance as he keeps his back towards you, ignoring you as a sad childish form of punishment. He was so enraged with you, just merely looking at you was making blood boil with hot anger.

You hated being ignored. It was useless. Not talking about the issue will not solve the issue at hand. Quite frankly, you didn’t think you deserved to be shunned, you had done nothing wrong, all you did was go to the hospital to meet someone. You didn’t deserve to feel this immense amount of guilt, it’s not like you killed his firstborn for Toji to act so cold towards you. “Don’t ignore me like some child, Toji!”

“Why are you prying into my life?” His loud voice booms in your ears when he turns around and invades your space, latching onto your arms to grip you into his strong hold. “I tell you what I want you to know, I don’t need you going behind my back and stalking me!”

Toji had never raised his voice at you before, you felt scared for the first time. His emerald eyes didn’t hold that small shining glint, they were blunt and cold, just enough to feel like they were cutting you.

Your voice came out in a frail quiet tone as you mustered up enough courage to speak. Arguments rarely occurred between the two of you, there were things Toji did that annoyed you like leaving his socks in the living room instead of putting them in the washing machine, but this time, you could feel this dispute would mean much more. “All I did was visit your mum, she didn’t even know who I was to you.”

The frail woman looked at you with so much confusion when you met her, it was still fresh in your mind, like it was painfully impossible for Toji to have a girlfriend. She was kind enough to let you introduce yourself and give her the gift you held in your trembling hands. You had always imagined the day you’d finally meet Toji’s parents; he would be extremely nervous and jittery, constantly reaching out for your hand so he could ground himself, whilst you would sit by his side idly and tell him ‘it will be okay.’ Instead you had to walk into a cold room, filled with a heavy stench of disinfectant, all by yourself. He really didn’t tell his own mother about you, his supposed girlfriend.

“What are you hiding from me?” You ask Toji, trying your best to reach out to him, offering him a crutch to use - you. If he told you the whole horrible truth now, you would instantly forgive, how could you not when Toji was baring himself up to you? The one thing you wanted in the world that money could never buy. You plead again pathetically, tears brimming in your water line. “Please, baby, just tell me and I can help you.”

“You can’t fucking help me, no one can!” Toji would never be able to deal with his anger in a healthy way, for now he will just have to scream in your face till you finally understand. You are a smart girl but he knows he makes you lose all your senses. A look of worry covers your expression, this face was different to the normal one Toji was so used to seeing every time you waited to get a grade back for an assignment. “If I see you snooping around again Y/n, I swear to God-“

His voice was much quieter, no longer sounding like thunder clapping against your eardrums. The roughness was still present. It began to make you feel angry. He wasn’t talking to you at all, Toji was just avoiding it completely.

“What? What will you do? Tell me Toji!” You scream back at him, raising your voice as loud as your now-dry throat would let you, until you could feel a burn at the back of your throat. You thrashed around in Toji’s hold, trying to get his hands off of you. Of course you struggling attempt is futile as your boyfriend is much bigger and much stronger than you, it was almost stupid to think you could escape his hands from a small push.

“I’ll fucking kill you, you stupid bitch!”

Everything slowed down until you felt the moment come to a simple pause. The man who just threatened you so viciously, holding a grip on you so tightly like a snake constricting its prey, held no resemblance to the gentleman who you knew to be your boyfriend. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard you were afraid it would burst out of your chest at any moment.

“Get out.”

The grip around your arms immediately loosed till the touch was ghosting over your skin. Then the guilt of the situation finally hit Toji like a tonne of bricks. He didn’t realise how scared he made you feel. When he reached out to embrace you in a shy attempt to console your worries, your feet took small steps backwards away from him.

“Princess, n-no I didn’t mean it.”

“Touch me again Zen’in and I’ll kill you instead.”

The rain began to pour heavily. Anxiously, you stood under the small roof of the shelter, the rain still somehow managed to catch you from your attempt of hiding and drench you with its drops of cold moisture. Toji was taking much longer than you expected, he should have spent no more than four minutes in the convenience store at most. All the man planned to buy was a packet of cigarettes and a cheap lighter, there wasn’t anyone else in the store apart from him so Toji couldn’t be held up in a queue.

Cold air bit at your already-shivering figure. The harsh winds didn’t help, constantly forcing the rain to change the course of its allocated direction. Normally you liked the rain, you found it calming to listen to the droplets pound against the glass plane of the windows in your bedroom. It’s a different story when you aren’t in the safety of your home to protect you from the harsh conditions of the unnerving weather.

“Let’s go, princess,” Toji walks out of the small store, the automatic doors closing behind him. Your boyfriend gave your hand a strong squeeze as you both made your way to his motorcycle. When you left your home earlier the rain was just a small light drizzle, creating the smallest water droplets against your hair and clothes.

It was difficult to see in the rain, especially when the sun had already set, leaving gloomy clouds to form in its stead. Toji tries his absolute best to look out for any approaching hazards. The slippery surface of the empty road caused the tough rubber tires to serve slightly, with each dip Toji felt the grip of your hands around his waist tighten to impossible strengths. You never liked going on his motorcycle no matter how many times he’d try to soothe your worries about your safety, it was fruitless. A numbness spreads from the tips of your clutching fingers up to your arms as you press yourself up against Toji’s back completely, leaving no space to separate you from him. In your head, you tried reassuring yourself that you would only have to be on the heavy death trap for a few more minutes and then you can take a nice long hot shower in the comfort of your apartment

Toji couldn’t see the car emerging from the oncoming junction, mainly because they didn’t have their lights on so he couldn’t notice their presence among the pellets of heavy rain, but it seemed like the driver didn’t spot Toji either. It was too late to swerve out of the way, the car was travelling far too quickly for Toji to brake suddenly or turn into a different direction. A loud crush sounded when both the fast moving vehicles collided with each other at such a threatening speed.

One minute you were clutching onto your boyfriend’s waist for dear life and then the next you were sprawled out against the hard pavement. It felt hard to breathe. Maybe it was from the helmet on your head or the heaviness spreading across the whole of your body? You couldn’t feel anything but a sharp sensation in your abdomen, the pain felt like you were being ripped open viciously. The rain beating down on your form washed away the deep crimson liquid flowing from the side of your head. You tried your hardest to fight in order to keep yourself awake, however the pain you felt was so excruciating, it may be better to just let go.

“Oh god,” the driver of the collided car rushed over to your side, not a scratch on himself apart from a small cut where blood was speeding from. He reached into his pocket and quickly dialled the number for emergency services, begging the operator to hurry an ambulance over.

In a matter of minutes, a vehicle with bright flashing lights arrived. Two paramedics rushed to clamber out of the large ambulance with first aid kits in hand. The closest person to them was Toji, who was in a similar state to yours. Yet, the horrific pain shooting all across the areas of his brain wouldn’t stop him from trying to crawl over to you. Only when the paramedics lifted and shifted him carefully onto a stretcher did he really get to see the state you were in.

“My g-g-girlfriend,” Toji managed to mutter as he was fighting himself to stay conscious, his finger shook drastically as he pointed to your unmoving body laying on the ground. Why was no one helping you? They should’ve put you on the stretcher first, didn’t they know you were also in pain? The paramedic tried to calm Toji down, telling him phrases like it’ll be okay, the standard textbook phrases of reassurance. How could things be okay when the ambulance he was rolled into left without waiting for another one to retrieve you?

After spending a few days in the hospital, the doctor assigned to Toji deemed him fit enough to allow him to visit your hospital room. There Toji waited for what felt like months in your room, staying in the same position in hopes you’d wake up soon. It had been six days and you still hadn’t opened your eyes yet. An uneasy feeling grew in Toji’s chest as he couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenarios. He couldn’t live without you, as dramatic as it was. Toji would rather eat a thousand nails than never be able to see you smile at him again. Whilst Toji only had two small injuries, a sprained ankle and a scar along the edge of his lip from his crushed helmet, you had obtained a minor concussion and two badly broken ribs.

“I want you escorted out of this room,” a low voice spoke from the door of the private room. Instantly, the ravenette whipped his head around to see your grandfather stood in the doorway, eyes cold as ice just like his voice, baring no emotion. “How dare you injure my granddaughter!”

The ravenette stands on his feet so quickly he may have gotten whiplash, as a simple sign of respect for the old man. It was only because Toji knew how much love you held for your grandfather, whilst the rest of your cousins would cower away from his scary face, you chased after him. “Mr. Gojou, please, I can’t be without her.”

“Do you think I care?” The old man questions maliciously as he begins to walk over to the bed you rested upon, his slow stride sounding out loud footsteps that were known to instill fear in people’s hearts. At that moment, Toji understood what it felt like to fear something so badly you felt like you may die from it. If the Gojou Matriarch wished for something, it would become a command almost in an instant. “My Y/n has lost her baby whilst you walked away with just a scratch on your head!”

“B-baby?” Toji was shocked into complete stillness, the warm blood in his veins ran icy cold as he tried to process the new information. The doctor didn’t tell him anything about the baby. It couldn’t be true, there was no way.

The elder Gojou stared at Toji with eyes of disgust mixed with burning anger, not only for putting your life in danger but subsequently harming the great-grandchild in your uterus. “Are you some kind of idiot?” Your grandfather spat.

“I-I don’t u-understand-“

“Y/n wanted to marry you, like any dutiful granddaughter, she asked for my blessing first but now look where we are.” Your grandfather studied your still features, your cheeks were no longer pink nor had their usual fullness, probably from not having the capability of being conscious so you couldn’t eat. Your skin was dry and flaking at random places all across your face. This wasn’t a state any Gojou should be in, you shouldn’t have been in this state in the first place. The sight of your still face was so frighteningly similar to your grandmother’s, the old man was once again reminded of his deceased wife, the purest soul to ever grace the earth. You reminded him of her.

“The baby was 15 weeks old.”

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glenngaylord · 2 years ago

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Who-Dumb-It? – Film Review: Bodies Bodies Bodies ★★1/2

Have you ever wanted to rate a movie using Olympics guidelines? I thought of that while watching Bodies Bodies Bodies from director Halina Reijn. Instead of a detailed review, mustering up all my skills as a film critic, I just wanted to say, Concept: 10, Execution: 2 and leave it at that. Alas, I have a job to do, and I’ll try keep it more interesting than the movie itself.

Taking the familiar slasher trope of gathering a bunch of people in an isolated mansion, adding an oncoming storm and a parlor game gone wrong, and Holy Clue (!), you’ve got yourself a murder mystery. Reijn and a whole team of writers center this familiar story around a group of narcissistic, self-involved, fake smiling Gen-Z types, giving the genre a fresh spin. It also helps that the look and tone of the film in no way resembles its glossy predecessors like Scream. Instead, you wouldn’t be wrong to wonder if you hadn’t wandered into a revival screening of Blue Is The Warmest Colour with its opening handheld image of two young women kissing.

Those women, Sophie (Amandla Stenberg) and Bee (Maria Bakalova) are en route to a Hurricane Party held at her lifelong friend David’s (Pete Davidson) parents’ manor. Fresh out of rehab, Sophie has only recently started dating Bee. Once they arrive, the friends already gathered give them less than a warm welcome. They include the fast-talking podcaster Alice (Rachel Sennott) and her new boyfriend and generational outlier Greg (Lee Pace, who excels as the hunky, mellow vibe bro). Emma (Chase Sui Wonders) uneasily dates David, a misogynistic jerk under his layers of Billie Eilish-style sportswear. Jordan (Myha'la Herrold) has an uneasy history with Sophie and is the first to stir up trouble with the new arrivals.

After a period of bad blood exposed through one micro-aggression after another, the gang decides to play a game of Bodies Bodies Bodies, which, like Mafia, entails one person secretly designated as the killer who, in the dark, taps one person to die, the lights go on and everyone tries to identify the culprit. The game continues as such until the killer gets exposed. It’s all fun and games until someone actually ends up dead, and then another, and then another, etc.

Hats off to the filmmakers for a highly original concept. By centering a story around two queer protagonists and surrounding them with people whose addiction to social media, to presentational wokeness, and to navel gazing taking precedence over such things as physical safety and, oh, survival, the satire rings loud and clear. Clearly intentional, most of the characters exude nastiness and stupidity to the degree that you root for nobody, except for the charming but underused Pace. Sennott, so good in Shiva Baby, knows exactly what movie she’s in, playing her ridiculously chattering character so well, that you know that the only thing that’s gonna shut her up is if someone kills her.

But therein lies the problem. You start to hate everyone and stop caring who lives or dies. We watch them endlessly racing through the house with only their cell phone flashlights to guide them, but none of it seems to matter. I especially hated Sophie when Bee gets exiled outside by the others, in a raging hurricane, and Sophie does absolutely nothing to help her girlfriend. Sophie is a terrible partner, and in the spirit of this film’s nihilistic themes, I sat there hoping that Bee would lop her head off for this terrible transgression. By the way, Bakalova, an Oscar nominee for Borat Subsequent Moviefilm, delivers a terrifically twitchy, unnerving performance here, showing an impressive range while being given little support from the vague screenwriting.

After what felt like 10 hours, this 95 minute film sticks its landing with a very clever twist. It’s almost enough to redeem the entire film, but there are stretches where characters sounded more like talking points instead of real people, such as the line: "Don’t call her a psychopath, that is so ableist” which literally made my eyes roll into the back of my head, killing whatever wasn’t already dead inside me. I know it’s all in keeping with the point they’re trying to make, but even in a satire, you still have to care for somebody or something. Bodies Bodies Bodies made me want to leave my own body, or better still, stand outside my apartment yelling “Get off my lawn!” to the Gen-Z-ers who leave their Bird scooters in a pile out front!

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the-angriestpineapple · 5 years ago

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fanatic // bakugou x male reader

Bakugou Katsuki, pro Hero Ground Zero, meets one of his biggest fans and gets roped into walking him home. He finds out just how big a fan he is. NOTES: So this was my first xreader fic. I wrote it basically for one of my partners @spacebunnywrites before he was one of my partners. It’s a rough dom Bakugou but there’s some aftercare I promise. Tags: all the holes, rough sex, toys, some embarrassment. x fem here x nonbi coming soon -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You’re on your way home from a coffee date with friends when you hear the first explosion. It’s coming from somewhere vaguely to your left, eyes immediately shifting in that direction in time to see some civilians fleeing onto your current street from an alley. Your heart stops in your chest, but not from fear.

It can’t be… you think. He’s never in this district. But you need to check, and your legs are moving toward the gap in the buildings before you’re really thinking about it. Soon you’re running through the narrow passage, pulse quickening as the sound of the blasts grow closer. You’re almost there, you just need to see -

You skid to a stop at the alley mouth, eyes widening as a heated explosion rockets past you followed by a maniacally grinning blonde.

“DIE!!”

Oh my god it’s him! Bakugou Katsuki, pro Hero Ground Zero, in the flesh. Your heart stops again as you watch him sail through the air, so elegant in movement despite his abrasive quirk and even more abrasive personality. Most of your friends fantasized about Midoriya Izuku – Deku – the shy green haired number one hero or Kirishima Eijirou – Red Riot – the sturdy number five hero and Ground Zero’s battle partner. But you? Your heart beats for the wild blonde with the crazy smile who constantly pushes the limits.

The battle was moving down the street. You had to get closer. Where all the sane people were running away from the dueling villains and heroes, you were running closer. This was the first time you had ever seen Ground Zero in person and would likely be the last – he was never in your district and you honestly didn’t know why he was now. That didn’t matter though, he was here, and you’d watch him fight or die trying.

You at least had some sense of self-preservation, ducking behind sturdy objects so that you wouldn’t get hit with some flying shrapnel. You watch in awe as your favorite pro Hero uses his quirk to shoot through the air and slam into one of the villains, giving an appreciative sigh. Fuck, he is so hot.

You’re so focused on watching the explosion hero in action that you don’t another fight right behind you; Red Riot is sparring with a huge, muscular villain. The red-haired hero slams the guy into the wall, but your ears are ringing from being so close to Ground Zero’s detonations that you don’t hear it. Then Ground Zero looks at you. Your eyes lock. Your heart stops. His mouth is moving, making words, and the look on his face goes from sheer confidence to panic.

The world around you starts moving again and you hear ‘Hey, LOOK OUT!’ before something slams into your head and you fall to the ground, the world going dark.

“Is he okay?”

“Fuck if I know, shitty hair, but at least the bleeding stopped.”

You blink as you come to, surroundings hazy and out of focus. Your world is a swirl of greys with splashes of red, black, orange, and yellow. Part of you wonders if it’s sunrise before your vision clears and you’re looking up into the concerned face of Red Riot, and the scowling face of Ground Zero.

Oh fuck.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? A medic team will be here shortly, and we didn’t want to move you.” The sturdy hero has concern pouring out of his tone, his eyes flicking your face for any sign of pain.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Ground Zero hisses out, his eyes narrowing further than they were before.

“Bakubro, don’t be like that! He’s a civilian, he probably got trapped! He WAS right in between our fights after all!” Red Riot frowns at the blonde who is still glaring daggers at you. “You gotta work on your image man, your publicist is gonna straight up kill you one day.”

“Fuck off, Kiri.”

Your eyes are focused on Ground Zero, frowning at the anger that is radiating from him. You knew he was like this but it’s different when it’s directed at you instead of at villains or the press.

Both heroes look up as an ambulance squeals to a stop nearby, followed by police to apprehend the villains.

Red Riot immediately pops up and waves an arm. “Hey, he’s over here!”

Ground Zero is still staring at you as Kirishima gets the attention of the paramedics. Red Riot returns quickly, flanked by two more people.

“Hey, these healers can take care of you.”

One of the people holds out her hands, scanning over your horizontal body. “There appears to be no major damage, just a shallow gash to the back of the skull. It’s superficial, Nightingale can heal it without the need for stitches.” She steps back and her partner steps up next, placing a hand to the top of your head. You feel like warm water is rushing over your skull and the dull ache of pain recedes.

Red Riot gives you a relieved smile.

“He’s all set.” The medic, Nightingale, steps back and goes with her partner back to the ambulance. You sit up, automatically steadied by Riot’s large hands.

“Careful, uh...”

“(Y/N).” Your voice sounds a little raspier than usual and you wince.

“(Y/N). It’s nice to meet you! I’m Kirishima, and this is Bakugou. Can we escort you home to make sure you make it okay?”

Ground Zero’s eye daggers are now aimed at Red Riot and you hide a smile behind your hand.

“That would be great, actually.” You hope that you look calm on the outside because your heart is hammering WILDLY in your chest. Ground Zero walking you back to your apartment? Your mind races with all the ways that could end, except now he’s back to glaring daggers at you.

“Red Riot!” All three of you look up as a police officer comes over. “We need a report from you.” His eyes flick to Ground Zero, still crouched near your side, and a flash of fear shoots through them. “Ground Zero we don’t need both of you so you’re free to go.”

Ground Zero rolls his eyes and stands, the movement as graceful as a dancer. “Fine, I have shit to do anyway.”

“Yeah, like walking this one home.” Red Riot stared at his friend, Ground Zero glaring back, before the blonde hero tossed his head back with a sigh.

“Fucking FINE. Whatever. Let’s go.”

He yanks you up, ignoring Red Riot’s suggestions to be gentle. You let out a squeal of protest on your own, attempting to pull your arm back out of his gloved hand. He’s strong though, so much stronger than you ever imagined.

“Wait, Ground Zero, Ground Zero STOP!” You yank hard on your arm, stumbling back when he lets you go and whips around to face you.

“What?!”

You huff, scowling back at him. “You’re going the wrong way.”

His eyes narrow. “Well, you didn’t tell me where you fucking live.”

“I didn’t get a chance to! You just dragged me off like some fucking animal!”

“The fuck did you just say?” Ground Zero closes the distance between you two, his crimson eyes glaring into your (e/c) ones.

“I said… you dragged me off like some kind of animal.” He may be the object of all of your carnal lusts, but you were not about to be rag-dolled through the city. At least, not in this manner. You don’t flinch as he glares at you, feeling a thrill of victory as he emits a growl.

“Fucking… fine. Come on then. Which way...?” His voice is low, and you can hear the annoyance laced through it. You grin and head off in a different direction, looking behind you at the angry blonde planted on the sidewalk.

“Well come on, Red Riot will be pissed if you leave me alone.” You smirk as his scowl deepens. Since he more or less promised your safety to his partner, that left you free to push his buttons. You weren’t very happy about being yanked like that, but fuck you loved the aggression that the blonde exuded. Every scowl and squint were sending chills down your spine and you wanted to see if you could get him yelling at you before you got back to your apartment. Fuck, that would give you something to get off to for months.

“Fine.” You hear the stomping of boots following you and you can’t help the smirk pulling at your lips. This was fun. Your heart was still pounding in your chest being so close to him, talking to him, teasing him, but you liked to think that you were holding your own.

You annoyed him with chatter and banter for the whole ten-minute walk to your small apartment, easily swapping between teasing him (there’s a hole in your uniform Ground Zero, are you getting slow?) and yammering about anything and everything happening around you. Ground Zero might think it was nerves, and he wouldn’t be entirely wrong. Your nerves were firing off like sparklers, bright and heated, but it was mostly the thrill of watching the storm cloud that darkened your favorite hero’s face as you walk.

You’re twirling as you go down the sidewalk, generally making a nuisance of yourself just to annoy him further, when suddenly you’re overcome with a dizzy spell. You stop twirling and put a hand to your head, the world spinning around you as you start to fall. You hear loud boot stomps and then strong arms are wrapping around you, catching you before you hit the ground.

“Fuck, do you have no sense of self-preservation? Why would you do shit like that after you just had a head injury?” Ground Zero has you fixed with that familiar angry scowl and you smiled up at him. You feel almost drunk as you reach out and ‘boop’ the hero’s nose.

He snarls. “Which fucking apartment building is yours, you shitty fuck?” Your arm flops toward your building and he grumbles as he takes off to it, carrying you bridal-style in his arms.

Your head is lolling back and he’s cursing under his breath. “Fuck. Which apartment? Where are your keys?” Your hand slips into your pocket and lazily fishes out your keys, promptly dropping them on the ground. Ground Zero curses again and crouches easily to pick them up. Your fuzzy brain has it together enough to be impressed that he’s able to squat and snatch your keys from the pavement like you weigh nothing. So strong. Swoon.

Ground Zero carries you effortlessly up the stairs to the third floor. Luckily your apartment number is on a tag on your key, so it takes him no time to find it. You aren’t really paying attention as he unlocks your door and swings it open, stepping into your home. You feel him pause, his eyes sweeping the area. You live alone and your home is small, but it’s cozy and you love it.

He spots a mass of pillows by the window in the main room and decides that is the best place to lay you. You squirm on the pile of squishy pillows and trying to make yourself comfortable; all the while Ground Zero watches you with a scowl. He knows for a damn fact that if he leaves you before you’re coherent that Kirishima will have his hide, so he’s trapped here until you wake up. Great.

He might as well try to find your bathroom and some medication, you’re bound to have a headache when you wake up fully. There’s only one door off the space you’re both currently in, so without hesitation he crosses to it and moves to open it. You open one eye in time to see Ground Zero’s hand wrap around the knob to your bedroom and you squeak out a weak protest, but the door opens. He stands in the doorway, frozen.

“...What the fuck is this.”

Shit. Now you were in for it. You try to pull yourself up, fighting the dizziness in an attempt to defuse the situation. You knew exactly what he was looking at. Your bedroom was absolutely covered in Ground Zero merch, both official and unofficial. You rise and shakily make your way to him. “Ground Zero, ah, don’t…”

He whirls on you, eyes narrowed. “You weren’t trapped between our fights. You came specifically to watch me.” It’s not a question and your cheeks color as you nod.

He inhales and turns from you, stepping into your bedroom and looking around at the amount of stuff. Posters, figurines, plush pillows that look like his grenade gauntlets. His eyes sweep your bed and pause at the elongated shape hidden under the blankets. Without asking for permission he rips back the black and orange comforter and you gasp as he reveals a body pillow of himself.

“Are you fucking kidding me, (Y/N)?” Luckily it’s on the tame side and not the lewd side.

Then Ground Zero flips the pillow over. He looks at you with raised eyebrows. Your face floods with heat and you turn you turn away from him; missing the cocky smirk that graces his lips for a split second.

“If you have this so brazenly in your bed, what the fuck else are you hiding in here?”

You eke out another protest as he prowls around to the other side of your bed, zeroing in on a pair of doors. He opens the first, but it’s your small bathroom. The blonde hero shoots you a look and closes it, then grins as he opens the other one.

“People always hide weird shit in their closets…” He rips the door open and instead of a quick look like he did in the bathroom, he begins pulling your hanging clothes to the side, checking the floor, sweeping his hands on the shelf. He finds the thing you’re dreading quickly – a small box shoved in the corner of your highest shelf. “Hmm. Looks suspicious.”

He pops it open with a smirk that quickly vanishes, and you want to sink into the floor and die. You know exactly what’s in the box, and there’s a reason it’s hidden where it is.

Ground Zero holds up the bondage harness as you watch, mortified, his eyes sweeping the black and orange straps. "Is this... is this official merch? I'm going to kill my entire marketing team."

"No. I, um..." You swallow, averting your eyes as your cheeks flush. "I made it."

Ground Zero stares at you for a second, then a grin slowly curls up the corner of his mouth. "Yeah? You made it?"

You nod. "There's, um. There’re matching arm binders that look like your gauntlets. And leg binders that look like your boots." You risk raising your eyes to look at him and you feel the breath knocked out of you at the hungry, feral look in his eyes.

"Put it on then.” His grin widens as he throws the harness at you.

You catch it, acting more out of reflex than anything. “What?!”

“If you're so desperate for my cock. Fucking earn it."

He casually fishes out the arm and leg restraints, looking them over the way he looked at the harness. “You fucking heard me. If you want it, you have to work for it.” Crimson eyes flick to you. “Especially after the way you fucking teased me the whole walk here.”

Teased him? I mean yeah, you were a little sassy, but… your eyes widen in understanding. He likes the sass. That made you look at all his glares and glances in a new light, and… Your eyes flick to the heat in them now. Fuck were you in for it, and fuck were you all about it.

“I’m not going to say it again. Put. It. On.”

His voice is like steel and you drop the harness on your bed, hands going to your shirt. Fuck, was this really happening? Were you really going to do this? You hesitate as you toy with the hem of your shirt and Ground Zero uncrosses his arms, cupping his palms, and lets off a few warning sparks. Your heart leaps into your throat and you yank the shirt over your head, throwing it nearly across your room before yanking off your pants and kicking them after the shirt.

You look at Ground Zero as you stand in your underwear, and he motions to the small garments. Your face heats up as you slowly slide those off too. At his raised brow you pick up the harness, carefully stepping into it.

“I uh, I can’t put this on by myself. It’s why I’ve never worn it before.” Your face flushes, the harness straps hanging from your frame. Ground Zero shifts his weight, moving like a cat stalking prey. He slowly walks around you, reaching out for the straps, and pulling them tightly into place.

“So, I’m the only one to see you like this, hah?” His voice is low and rumbling, hot like raked coals.

You shudder and nod.

He pulls the strap he’s tying tighter and leans into your ear. “Good. It had better fucking stay that way.” The words spike directly to your core and you groan, immediately moving to slap a hand over your mouth. He just chuckles darkly and finishes tightening the straps, and you look down on yourself. The harness is very nice, if you do say so yourself. You can’t help but feel a little proud of your handiwork.

Then you notice Ground Zero holding the arm and leg binders and grinning.

You immediately start to shake your head, but he just grins wider. “Ah ah, you made them, you must be dying to try them out.”

You’re only semi-surprised at the skill and nimbleness that he displays locking you into the binders, and you wonder if this is something he does regularly. Your arms are twisted behind your back and locked into place, and Ground Zero guides you down to the floor so he can use the leg binders to keep you in a kneeling position. It’s a good thing he has those huge knee pads on his hero outfit – they provide an excellent cushion from your hardwood floor. You’re glad you included them.

“There. And now that you’re all nice and tied up…” He walks to the front of you as he removes his gloves and reaches down, a calloused thumb teasing at your lower lip. You immediately open your mouth and he gives an approving rumble deep in his throat, using the pad of his thumb to stroke your eager tongue.

You roll your eyes back in your head at the flavor – he tastes like rich caramel. The scent rises off him now that his hands are so close to your face. You’re vaguely aware that it has something to do with his quirk, and that the nitroglycerin he sweats can be toxic, but you’re way too into him being in your mouth to care. He grasps your chin with his fingertips, holding your jaw in place from the inside. You give a small whine, closing your lips to suck on his thumb.

“Greedy little slut, aren’t you?” He pulls the thumb out and wipes your saliva on your cheek. “You know, that body pillow you got there? It’s fucking wrong.” He smirks a little, hooking the thumb that was in your mouth through a belt loop. “I bet you want to see the real thing, don’t you? You’re dying for it. I can see it in your eyes.” You whimper and nod, your eyes immediately going to the crotch of his pants. “Well too bad. I’m not done looking through your shit.”

You let out a much louder whine as he turns away from you.

“Let’s see now. I’ve already checked the closet, how about… in here?” He moves to your nightstand and yanks open a drawer, but all that’s in it are a few odds and ends. He gives you a scowl and slams it closed before pulling open the second one. That one yields much more fruitful results, and you feel like your face can’t get any hotter as Ground Zero lifts out a ball gag colored like a grenade, and a blindfold in the shape of his mask. He gives you a very direct look before carefully laying the items on your bed, then dives back in. Next, he comes out with a thin paddle made of wood with a slab of rubber on it, the rubber looking like a boot imprint.

“What the fuck is this?” He squints at the tread, then lifts his own boot and looks at it. “Is this my fucking boot print? How the fuck did you even get this?”

“Someone… after a fight in your district, someone made a casting of your boot print in the dirt. I uh, I bought it and cast the rubber to make a spanking paddle… with your boot tread on it.” You swallow a little. “I’m glad to know it’s authentic.” You give a tiny, nervous chuckle.

He stares at you for a second and then drops the paddle on the bed.

“You filthy fucking bitch. You just want me to walk all over you.” There’s definitely a vein of arousal in his voice, and when he turns you can see that the crotch of his pants is tighter than it was when he was standing in front of you. He shifts through the rest of the drawer, casually putting a bottle of lube on top of the night stand.

Without a word he gets on his knees and looks under your bed, pulling out another box. You’re so far beyond embarrassed at this point. The delicate lace of arousal in his words, the strain against his pants, you’re going to get fucked stupid by the hero you idolize. You wish desperately that your leg binders didn’t keep your thighs spread, robbing you of any friction you might have been able to produce for yourself.

Your breath intakes sharply as Ground Zero returns up from the floor, holding a sizeable black and orange dildo. “Did you fuckin’ make this too?” He’s catching on that all your sex toys are in his trademark black and orange.

You shake your head. “Commission,” you squeak out.

“Ah, you keep my dildo right under your bed, hah? Has to be in easy reach so you can stuff yourself as soon as you need to feel my cock in you?”

Your breath intakes harshly at the words. “Yes.”

He stares at you with hard eyes for a second. “…Fuck.”

He stands, eyes drilling into you as he pulls off his boots. Next go his gauntlets, clattering to the floor, followed by his top, and despite the fact that you’ve seen his naked chest countless times in either battle damaged costumes or professional photo shoots, you’re not prepared for the real thing.

You make a hiccup-y gasp, and his grin goes feral.

“Be a good boy and don’t move.” He closes the distance between you and easily scoops you into his arms, placing you on the bed with your back facing him. He glances at the hardwood floor where you were originally sitting. “Tch. Haven’t even fucking touched you and you’re already making a fucking mess.” He gestures at the floor where a small pool of liquid betrays how turned on you already are. You feel a slight sliver of shame but it’s heavily outweighed by the sheer force of your arousal.

You watch as Ground Zero, now stripped of everything but pants and socks, moves behind you again. Hands reach out and caress your sides, softer than you thought the blonde was capable of. You moan, trying to arch your back in the tight bindings. You hear a chuckle behind you and then clothed hips are grinding into your ass, the feather soft finger tips now grabbing your waist hard enough to leave bruises. You cry out, pushing your ass back into the hips, and are rewarded with a soft groan as the cleft of your ass encompasses the hard dick in Ground Zero’s pants. Your eyes widen – he wasn’t kidding, your body pillow did him no justice.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing? I didn’t say you could have that yet.” He smacks the round globe of your ass with his hand, then releases you.

You pant in need, trying to push your hips back again, desperately trying to feel his length against your body again. He makes his ‘tch’ noise and you bite your lip. You can feel him move behind you, then his arm comes in to view and he’s grabbing the boot paddle. Your breath hitches in your throat as the wooden handle slowly drags backwards across your messy bed. He’s going this slowly on purpose, you know it. He wants you to anticipate what’s coming.

You freeze as you feel the ridged rubber slide sensually across your ass.

“You ever use this before?” Ground Zero is practically purring behind you.

“N-no.” Your breath leaves you in another shaky hiccup.

“Why the fuck not?” The boot tread continues to rub across your flesh as Ground Zero’s voice gets a little angry.

“No one was good enough b-but you.”

The tread stops and you hear a breathy ‘fuck’ behind you before the blonde hero is pulling his arm back and snapping it forward again. The rubber tread of the boot slams into your cheek and you cry out. It didn’t hurt as badly as you expected – maybe it was the thickness of the boot. Either way, it was the perfect opening.

“T-that all you got, Ground Zero?” Your breath is coming out harsh, but you make damn sure that he can hear the antagonistic tone in your voice.

You hear a growl behind you and the boot flies down again, this time you can feel the bite of the tread marks in your ass. You hope it is going to leave an imprint.

“Hah, I t-thought you were strong, Ground Zero.”

You tense as you hear an aggressive snarl and feel a quick movement behind you, followed by the sound of glass shattering. You’re able to glance to your left and see the broken remains of your table lamp on the floor next to the paddle.

You’re a little annoyed, until you hear his quirk spark to life behind you, and your heart stops again.

“You’re such a fuckin’ brat, hah? Just gotta be fucking mouthy? Well if you like my quirk so much, let’s see how you can handle it.”

The sparking sound intensifies, and you’re barely able to hold your breath before Ground Zero’s hand slaps against your cheek. Oh, oh FUCK yes. This is what you want. The sting is enough to bring tears to your eyes and it radiates across your flesh like fire. You can’t hold back your moan, and you lean forward more to present your ass better. He gives you a matching slap on the other side.

“Not so cocky now, are you?” Twin slaps to both sides again. He keeps going, hands still ignited, more and more until you’re sobbing, and he can see the outline of his handprint reddening your ass. “Fucking perfect.” He grins and places one more playful slap, your hips bucking in response.

Ground Zero moves to the front, grabbing your jaw in his hands roughly. “Open your mouth.” You do so without hesitation, and he grabs the ball gag with his free hand. His crimson eyes investigate your mouth for a few beats, and you take the chance to admire how handsome his face is. He is still wearing his mask, and there’s soft grey streaks from his battle on his neck and cheek. Then he leans forward a little and you wonder for a second if he is going to kiss you, but before you can close your mouth, he spits into it and stuffs the ball gag in.

“Good boy,” he purrs, tying the gag around your head. He smirks as he moves behind you again. You’re shivering in anticipation of what he’s going to do next.

The ball gag prevents your loud moan as your ass cheeks are separated and his tongue licks a long strip from your ballsack to your asshole. He doesn’t speak, he just starts to circle his tongue around the rim of your ass, inching the fingers of his right hand closer while keeping your cheeks spread. You fall forward as he hikes your hips up, just able to turn your head to prevent your face from pressing directly into the mattress. Your eyes are rolling in the back of your head as he fucks his tongue in and out of your hole, growling softly at the whimpers you’re making that are muffled by the gag stuffing your mouth. He stops suddenly, mouth and hands disappearing from your skin, and you let out a high-pitched whine at the loss of contact.

Ground Zero laughs and reaches over to the bottle of lube he’d previously placed on your night stand. He positions himself behind you once more, popping open the cap of lube and pulling one of your cheeks to the side. He squirts the lube directly onto your hole, grinning as you shudder at how cold it is. The hand not holding your cheek circles your hole, teasing, not dipping in. It’s not until you push your hips back that he slips his finger inside, eliciting a groan from both of you.

He slowly works you open, watches you swallow his digit eagerly, his erection straining against the pants of his hero costume. You rock your hips back into him, your eagerness clear on your face as you pant around the ball gag. You choke out another muffled moan as he adds a second finger, hips rocking back harder. You need more, you need him to fill you. He lets a third finger slip it, scissoring all three to stretch the tight ring of muscle.

“Mm, yeah. Gotta stretch you open so you can take my cock, right?” You give a high-pitched groan, unable to control yourself as the thought of taking his cock sends you over the edge. You ride through your orgasm on his fingers, eyes squeezed closed, and he stops moving them. “Did you already cum just from the thought of it? Damn, you really are desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” You can hear the ego in his voice, and he removes his fingers. This is it. You’re gonna get to cum on Ground Zero’s dick.

You feel the blunt head prodding at your entrance, but it feels strangely cold. You open your eyes and Ground Zero’s wearing a cocky grin, pants still zipped up, with the head of your dildo breaching you. You pout, or at least you pout as best as you can with your gag in your mouth, and the hero laughs. His grin is almost maniacal as he twists his wrist, watching your ass swallow the black and orange toy. Your pout doesn’t last long because the feeling of being stretched has you groaning again, pushing back against it, trying to take it further. He stops once the toy is bottomed out inside you.

You squirm against it, groaning as it rubs against your walls, watching the explosion hero as he slowly walks back around to the other side of your bed. He reaches down and unbuckles the gag, pulling it from your head. He pulls you up, positioning you so that you’re sitting on the dildo but pushes on your shoulders so that your head bows back down. Not quite all the way to the bed, but level with his dick.

“Stay,” he murmurs, and then reaches for the buckle of his pants. You hover there, eyes locked on the movements of his hands, your mouth already open and salivating. He moves slow, watching your face with an intense hunger. He pulls the pants off, sliding them down his muscular thighs, and kicking them off. His boxer briefs are straining to hold his erection and there is a damp spot where the head is, betraying how much your reactions are affecting him.

He palms his own cock through his underwear, smirking down at you. “Do you think you’ve earned this?” His voice is low, dark. Your nose is filled with the scent of caramel again and you nod. “Are you sure? I’m not.” His fingers slowly wrap around his shaft, pressing the outline out harder through his underwear. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Ground Zero, I need it, I need you, please just fuck me!” you immediately plead. Your body is squirming, and you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue flat and looking up at him. He bites his lip and pulls his underwear down, his cock bobbing just out of reach of your mouth.

“Keep your mouth open.” His voice is a low rumble and he holds his dick by the base, rubbing the head across your tongue and lower lip, smearing his precum on your skin. He doesn’t quite taste like caramel here, not like his hands and not like he smells, but he does taste sweet. You moan softly, enjoying the flavor, fighting all your instincts to not close your mouth and take him in as far as he can go. “Fuck, good boy. Good boy.” He presses his cock in, slowly, until it reaches the back of your throat. “Close your mouth.”

You moan and do as your told, immediately curling your tongue around the shaft and sucking deep. He chokes out a moan and the sound sends a spike of arousal to your core, making you clench around the toy. He gently pumps his hips, sliding in and out for a few strokes. One hand caresses the top of your head and your heart flips at the tender treatment, but then he grins and tangles his hand roughly into your hair, snapping his hips harder. He starts to fuck your face in earnest, using his hand in your hair as an anchor to keep you in place. You start to take quick breaths in between his thrusts, trying to relax your throat so he can fuck into it. You’re rewarded by a loud moan the first time he does, his hips stuttering as he rocks back and forth in your throat. He pulls his cock out of your mouth, rubs your lips with it, and then shoves it right back in.

“Fuck yeah.” His motions are fluid and graceful, he fucks like he battles. He’s gives you no time to swallow as he snaps his hips in and out, your saliva pooling and running down your chin every time he pulls them back. He finally pulls out one last time, holding himself at the base and looking down at your messy face.

Without looking, Ground Zero reaches into the drawer and retrieves a line of small packets. He rips one off the line and looks at it, then rolls his eyes back. “Okay, I know you didn’t make these.” You give him a shaky smile, still covered in your own drool, as he stares at the condom packet’s slogan. ‘BAKU BRAND: Reliable enough for your biggest explosions!’

He shrugs and rips open the condom, moving around to the back again. He rubs a hand over the print he left on your ass before slowly pulling out your dildo and lining himself up to take its place. He lets his hands crackle with his quirk as he slams his hips in, and suddenly you’re stuffed full with Ground Zero’s cock, and it’s like a dream come true. The hero immediately starts a brutal pace, shoving your face forward into the mattress with every thrust. You cry out with each pump, and it only takes a handful before you’re clamping down around his cock again, shooting cum into your blankets for the second time.

“Nngh, FUCK! You’re so tight. That’s right, cum on my cock.” His voice sounds harsh, like he’s losing control as he keeps pounding into you. His fingertips are digging into your hips again, definitely bruising, as he yanks you back into him. He slams into you one last time with a hoarse shout and you know he’s cumming. His hand reaches around to squeeze your neglected cock and that small pressure and the thought that Ground Zero was cumming in you was enough to get you off one last time, your walls clamping a little weaker around him than the first two times. He holds there for a moment, holding you up as you sag on the bed. He slips out and you hear the snap of rubber as he removes the condom.

“Damn,” he sighs, smacking your ass a little more playfully once more, “That was good. You freaky little shit.”

His footsteps leave the room.

He’s back a moment later, undoing the bindings of the restraints. Your body sinks into your bed in exhaustion and you follow him with your eyes as he moves into your bathroom. You hear your bath water running and blink as Ground Zero steps back into your bedroom, then back out of it into the main area. He’s walking around like he owns the place, and if you could move your body at all you’d say something about it.

He comes back again and lifts you into his arms, carrying you the same way he did on the way in to your apartment.

“Here.” He holds a glass of water to your lips and tilts it. You look at him, confused, as you sip from the glass. “Good. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He carries you into your bathroom, holding you until the water fills halfway. You think he brushes his lips across your temple as he waits but you feel so out of it that you aren’t entirely sure. Once the level is acceptable he is carefully lowering you into the half-filled bath. You hiss at the hot water and he immediately adjusts the temperature. He leaves the glass on the floor. “Keep drinking that. Don’t fucking drown.”

He leaves the room again.

If you weren’t so utterly, deliciously sore you would wonder if you were dreaming. You’re only mildly aware that he comes back at one point to turn the water off before disappearing again like some kind of shitty blonde ghost.

The warmth is seeping into your bones and you’re feeling drowsy. You’re not sure how long you spend drifting in and out, but you aren’t aware when Ground Zero comes back in.

“Hey.” His voice is soft, and you open your eyes, blinking at him with a small smile. “Lean forward so I can wash your hair.” You lean forward as best as you can, assisted by the hero’s hands more than you actually do yourself. You’re able to hold yourself up by bracing your arms on the sides of the tub, and you hear the pop of a bottle as Ground Zero opens your shampoo. Then his hands card through your hair. You can’t help but let a small moan slip from the relaxing sensation. He’s being so much gentler than you thought he was capable of, especially after how rough he’d just been.

He rinses your hair then carefully washes you with your body soap.

Once he’s convinced you’re clean enough he pulls the drain on the tub, helping you to stand and wrapping you in a towel. You’re not so pathetic anymore and you’re able to walk, albeit shakily, back into your room without his assistance.

“Get some pajamas. Don’t put them on yet.” Gentle or not his tone still leaves no room for disobedience, and you pull out a pair of boy shorts (Ground Zero ones, obviously) and a black tank top to leave on your bed. Ground Zero himself comes back out from your bathroom with the glass you didn’t finish and some aspirin. “Take this and finish the fucking water like I already said to.”

You take the pills and sip on the water, watching him sleepily. He’s rifling through his pants pockets, still in his underwear, and pulls out a small green tube. “Alright, lay on your stomach.” He rolls his eyes at the look you give him. “No, not for sex, this is fucking aloe vera. If I don’t put it on your ass it’ll burn for a week.” He does give you a smirk at that, and you place the water on your nightstand so you can crawl onto your bed and lay on your stomach. His rough hands soothingly rub the aloe into your abused skin, and you can’t help drifting off to sleep again. There’s no sass left, only satisfaction. This time though, you don’t wake up when he’s done. You vaguely feel yourself being shifted around, carefully dressed, and tucked into bed. You feel the push of something warm, soft, and sweet onto your mouth and you wonder if you’re dreaming about him kissing you.

When you do wake up it’s almost the afternoon the following day. You’re dressed in the pajamas you picked out and tucked tightly into your bed. You sit up, still feeling sore, and you can’t help but wonder if you’re imagining the whole of last night. It wouldn’t be the first time you had a dream like that, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. Pity you didn’t wake up next to him, though. You ease out of bed and stretch, popping your back a little, before shuffling into the kitchen. On your counter top there’s an envelope. You tilt your head and slowly grab it, pulling it open. Inside is paper yen and a note. You pull the note out and open it.

“There’s food in the fridge. Make sure you fucking eat it. Cash is for the lamp I broke.”

You smile a little and skim further down the page for more writing. Your eyes widen at the phone number, but you about drop the paper at what’s scribbled underneath it. “For when you want to be a brat again. Maybe if you’re good, next time will be a creampie.

- GZ”

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hi I'm back again. Anyways; as always you don't have to answer if you don't wish! How do you think the residents would react to a young Pureblood MC? (I'm talking about young like a minor.) With that Gen Z in a nutshell personality. Obviously no romantic feelings, just in your opinion how do you think they'd react? all of my questions are just "coincidentally" oddly specific aren't they, totally

Oh shit whaddup I love the idea of Gen Z MC!!! Young pureblood it is, here we go! I’m going to be moving from the assumption that they’re like Comte/Leo; very sympathetic to humanity and sometimes have existential crises (trauma babeyyyyyyyyy). As such, I’ll also be assuming she’s not super close to her family given she rejects the larger vampiric hierarchy/superiority paradigm, memes and modernity, all that jazz

I hope this fits the bill! c:

Under a cut bc is a lonnnnnnng boi~ Click after Napo to see everyone else’s! No explicit triggers that I’m aware of, but if anybody sees anything I missed feel free to let me know

Comte’s reaction:

Absolute baby, he has decided this is his grandchild--no he will not change his mind or take constructive criticism. Get’s ESPECIALLY concerned when he starts to see signs of that “nothing in life matters 😎” nihilism, but doesn’t pester them about it or becomes naggy. Growing up he had similar issues with the prospect of eternal life surrounded by creatures with a mortal lifespan, so he doesn’t judge. He’s more like nah we all hit that vibe, let’s see if we can get their mind off it c: I feel like Gen Z really understand and appreciate the importance of culture and art, so I feel like they would bond a ton over trips to museums/plays/concerts! Invites them to tea time if he ever sees them particularly silent (ah yes, repression) or particularly tired, and does his best to ensure their safety without being intrusive (has briefed the men to escort/accompany her as needed, though Sebas usually does it).

If he sees fangs out around baby he will thrash the shit out of the perpetrator--unless it’s an accident. No excuses. That’s a child. Doesn’t give a FUCK if they’re another pureblood even with all the arranged marriage bullshit. He said what he said. (Remember that biting between vampires or vampire + human relations is considered something that’s only done between intimate partners, so he is having none of that for a minor)

Leonardo’s reaction:

Also certified granddad, but he’s the one that enables shenanigans and is just like “oh worm” when it comes to the existential dread (it’s a Tuesday). At first though Leo is basically that meme like: (Stupidman = Leo, Maddie = MC)

Not all purebloods are necessarily dangerous, but most are either incredibly indifferent to the plight of others (especially humans) or actively range from like playing social mind games to being sociopathic murderers/etc. the list goes on. As such, Leonardo is suspicious to no end until he sees that the kid really doesn’t have any ill will in her. She jokes with Sebas (they quote vines on the daily) and works with him normally; even when Leo asks Sebas he’s just “????? bro she’s just my kouhai, thanks for worrying tho”. One day he’s tasked with escorting her to grab groceries and assorted things for the mansion, and she freezes in place before bolting across the street. Turns out she saw a kid trip in the road and fall, and a carriage was moving fast from the other side--it likely wasn’t going to be able to stop. She scoops up the kid and holds them close, and when the parents try to thank her profusely she just seems more uncomfortable with the praise than triumphant. She didn’t want the kid to get hurt. If she could do something about it, it was as simple as that.

From that point on they’re hella chill and hang out together, usually just bonding in silence. If they’re an artist, he’ll offer them pointers and technique manuals--will help however he can. If not, they’ll just be reading together in the library now and again. If she falls asleep, he’ll tuck her in and watch over her (cue red eye meme when the door opens, but then it’s just Vincent so he c:). He’ll often pay close attention to her eating habits to make sure nothing’s amiss with her health since she’s still a growing pureblood. If she struggles with what she is a lot (given she’s sympathetic to human beings) he’ll synchronize his Rouge drinking with hers to make sure she doesn’t starve herself ;-;. Even if she’s just forgetful about drinking/eating, he’ll do what he can to make her life easier (that’s how he shows his affection uwu)

He will, of course, also tease her about being a baby until she kicks him in the shin while Comte sighs and tells him to knock it off with a smack upside the head

Napoleon’s reaction:

Not granddad energy, but you better believe he’s in a weird territory between sheer admiration and “I am your older brother now, eat your vegetables” “But I don’t even need vegetables” “Eat your vegetables and I’ll take you to a crepe shop” “............deal”

Basically it’s unlikely MC is super close to her siblings or even has any (pureblood children are a rare feat) so she’s like......wary, but then she just ???? this is.....kinda nice? Just having somebody that cares in a chill way, but still fully encourages her to throw men across the street if they’re hurting women/children (high fives her every time). He’ll often invite her to the swordplay lessons with the kids alongside Isaac’s teaching; she’s free to join in the learning, or honestly just hang out with people closer to her age (he’s v concerned about her having friends that she can relate to and talk to freely).

Protective in a subtle way, like Leonardo. Escorts her places and helps her carry groceries without fail when Sebas is running other errands. She becomes his crepe shop cover buddy whenever he has an intense hankering for sweets: “wanna go to that crepe shop around the corner” “you’re just too chicken to go alone, fool” “do you want crepes or not nunuche” “............BOKBOKBOK” “aight that’s it **gives her a noogie**” (they go anyway and have a marvelous time rating the crepes from best to worst, they got a whole list goin’)

Glares Arthur down if he so much as LOOKS in her direction

Mozart’s reaction:

Mozart is just the “what is with this sassy, lost child?” meme. Doesn’t dislike them, but they are just not remotely threatened by his haughty disdain by any extension. And he HATES IT. The MC is always just “Okay, boomer” and he just ?????? He doesn’t know what it means but it’s openly dismissive, so he mad.

Like idk if y’all know this meme, but it’s the same energy as:

It’s only when he notices she’s always punctual and careful with his requests that he starts to warm up. For example, she makes him a mocha by combining the way he likes his coffee and hot cocoa to perfection when he falls asleep at his piano. (She feels bad for him after Comte explains because--though he’s got a stick up his butt--he’s clearly distressed in his new surroundings ;-; Plus, the kind of perfectionism Mozart exudes is an extension of internalized shame, and when she begins to see that she really shifts her approach.) As such, he begins to soften to her presence. He begins to see that she isn’t indifferent to his existence, it’s more that she sees no need for intimidation and believes admiration is earned (basic respect isn’t a privilege, it’s a right). When he figures that out, he stops being so barbed and terse--starts to relax. Offers to let her stay and listen to his pieces if she wants, and she’s honestly touched given his clear struggle with vulnerability. Cuddles with Schelm at the window as he plays, and they become good friends.

As a result, Mozart becomes fiercely protective despite her sturdier nature as a pureblood and has hissed venom at Arthur about the fact that she is off fucking limits. Doesn’t leave her alone in the same room as the other men unless it’s with Jeanne or Comte; he don’t trust like that.

Arthur’s reaction:

Sweating a lot at the sudden collection of baleful eyes sticking to his back everywhere he goes, but figures he brought it on himself to an extent. That being said, he can’t really get a word in edgewise given she just walks away when he tries to engage in conversation or compliment her.

Tough nut to crack this one, but he doesn’t let it discourage him. The only way she’ll give him the time of day is to play chess--and she kicks his ass soundly every single time. He’s fascinated by her extensive analytic ability, but she keeps silent about her strategies and thinking. Dazai and Theo always love to watch him get his ass handed to him, but he considers it a really interesting experience; it gives him insight into her mind, no matter how much she tries to hide. Patient, efficient, brutal--this kid has seen some shit, probably.

It’s after that point he just concedes she probably won’t let him in, though it doesn’t diminish his curiosity about the future; and perhaps traces of dread. What does the future look like for both her and Sebastian to be that stoic and aloof? It worries him...

Vincent’s reaction:

Vincent is v v impressed by her sense of self, and honestly sees a lot of Theo in her. She’s a little more reticent than Theo, but she has this same commitment to protecting the vulnerable and penetrating through the lies/shitty convictions of others. She is not a person who bends easily, but even so there’s a quiet kind of gentleness to her: she always chats to him v calmly, asks if he needs anything and is doing okay, doesn’t get impatient when he drops things or forgets his apron for the laundry. I think he would respond very positively to her presence, even if it wasn’t intentional. He just brightens up like a little sun and asks her out to picnics for fun; he has no greater intention than enjoying her smile and silly antics (he doesn’t always understand the references, but the way she executes it with so much dry wit--like Theo--makes him laugh). He just feels the warmth of family/familiarity around her ;~;

Ironically, they’re both exceedingly concerned for the other because they’re too self-sacrificing jkashlgdks like this is 100% a case of “I can’t let a young lady risk getting hurt” “Vincent I’m literally indestructible please just let me do this” “But it still hurts” “But I don’t want you to scar--” (This conversation extends so long that the author felt it would be more beneficial to add an etc. here).

He admires her and trusts in her abilities more due to the nature of her maturity, treats her like a cherished friend and sometimes younger sibling (not condescending but very indulgent; gives her the last of his sweets for example, or pats her on the head when she’s feeling gloomy--more of a wholesome puts her first). But make no mistake, he will throw hands in milliseconds if she gets ganged up on or can’t handle a threat--he just lets her handle most things bc she’s capable~

Isaac’s reaction:

Torn. Because on the one hand, she’s very serious and conscientious about her work--doesn’t want to inconvenience or trouble anyone--and he relates to that heavy.

HOWEVER.

She’s also got insanely chaotic energy when the mood strikes, so when Dazai starts doing his random shitfuckery you better believe MC is upping the ante. (I’m talking AH. ENSLAVED MOISTURE. levels). So Isaac essentially oscillates between thankful for her fortitude to bashing his head against a table for every second he knows her.

In all seriousness though, I would see Isaac as being pretty concerned. Like Vincent, they’re both self-sacrificing to a fault--and he doesn’t want that for her, especially given how young she is. Often tells her not to overdo it or to ask for help if she looks overwhelmed, though it’s not condemning; he says it softly with a neutral look on his face. (He considers it a Certified Mood^TM). He just wants to give back all the care she puts into helping around the house. He doesn’t feel right watching a kid work so hard without reminding her that she should find time to have fun and live for herself too. There will be plenty of time when she’s older to get serious.

He has a fairly easy time interacting with her because of his experience with kids; he takes her seriously (when she’s not clowning) and treats her autonomy with respect. If anything, she’s probably the protective one. She knows he’s an aberrant so she pays laser attention to when he’s suffering and brings him Rouge (not scared because she’s stronger than him and not human lmao, and she sees no need to put Sebastian at risk). When that uni pres pesters him, she goes cold and angry and asks the man to step off when she sees him start to downspiral. They’re essentially on equal footing (he has more life experience, she has more bodily strength/confidence). They're just chill and kind with each other (babies of the mansion, beloved by all).

Theodorus' reaction:

Because he is a manchild, he will be chill/generally indifferent until Vincent starts being indulgent with her (bro-con). He won't be violent or anything like that, but he will pout a storm and try to verbally shoo her away. Because she's a woman, intelligent, and likely a feminist--this will become hilarious because she will not remotely take him seriously. She will just ignore him or roast him in seconds before moving on with her day. Otherwise he doesn't care much because he doesn't have time to play babysitter (unless there's no one else to help).

At the most, he'll make sure she's safe and use the excuse that Vincent would be upset if he did anything less. If she likes/loves dogs and plays with King while she's there, he'll soften up and thank her for taking care of him. If she makes hella pancakes, he'll be the proudest about it--ruffling her hair. If she protects Vincent in any capacity, he'll be torn between jealous, grateful and impressed; he likes a kid that can hold their own and take responsibility within their abilities.

So their relationship is v much like a chill uncle with their niece; fond, but not necessarily super close or spend a ton of time together. He has his priorities, but he won't be an asshat (mostly).

Jeanne's reaction:

Jeanne is confused on so many levels. He doesn't dislike her spunk he's just staggered by her level of sheer reckless, righteous rage. (And he's a bit wary in the face of another pureblood as a potential enemy) but after a bit more time around her he relaxes. She's fairly simple to understand when you get to know her; cares about others to a fault, existential dread, overworks herself. Stays watchful, but he just treats her like the younger kids that Napoleon brings by the weapons shop when they need armor for practice. It can get a little funny because he’ll just be like “uhhhh uh kids like sweet stuff right? Here have some of the macaroons somebody brought by earlier, I don’t like ‘em that much anyway.” And she just “??? Thanks???” He doesn’t mind being around her, just doesn’t really know what to say so they often fall into comfortable silence after exchanging small talk. She likes that he isn’t complicated; what you see is what you get with Jeanne. It’s nice not to have to keep her guard up every second of the day,

When he sees her feeling particularly down, he’ll take her to that little field of white lilies behind the mansion during a full moon night. The silver light seems to make the petals emit an ethereal glow, and she makes him a flower crown in thanks. He listens kindly if she wants to talk, and if she doesn’t--that’s okay too; he’ll just give her a head pat.

Honestly he finds a lot of relief in the fact that she's a pureblood, because he feels less nervous about her being fragile or her getting fatally hurt when he’s not around. Will still be very gentle with her and protect her when she’s in proximity

Mission Status: Fucking Wholesome

Dazai’s reaction:

Big brother time? It’s big brother time!!!! He instantly makes it his subtle mission to look after her, though he’s v lowkey abt it. She takes one look at this depressed mofo climbing in through the window and just goes “aw yeah, this guy FUCKS” and they become besties at a glance. They basically make a game out of who can be the most absurd whenever they’re in the same room. Comte and Leo find it utterly hilarious, Napoleon is digging a grave for Isaac in the backyard (we all know his heart won’t be able to take it. Mozart is probably next. A moment of silence for our fallen.)

I just imagine them like that one post (@/acoolguy):

Dazai: You ever have to shake your leg because there’s a rock in it? MC: That’s your bones Dazai: Every day I learn some more

He’ll always share treats with her and brings her along for walks if she’s feeling wanderlust; he knows how hard it can be, how restless the heart becomes so far from home. He does his best to distract her with their ongoing jokes, but one day it starts raining very suddenly while they’re out. He rushes her under the nearest tree with broad, broad leaves and settles his haori/overcoat over her head. He looks incredibly serious as he looks to the sky--almost glowering at the dark clouds gathering, He doesn’t look at all like his usual fun-loving self in that split second, even though he’s back to his good-natured chirping “Guess we’ll just have to wait out the downpour. MC, are you cold? I should have been more careful.” She shakes her head and shares the coat with him, holding it out insistently until he relents. Their hands brush and she notices they’re freezing, but she doesn’t say anything. She seems to sense he has a lot on his mind, and leans her shoulder against his. The silence feels fragile; she doesn’t want to risk shattering it--shattering him. It is often said that it is an act of great courage to wipe away someone’s tears. But it can also be an act of great gentleness to turn away, to pretend one cannot see them fall (whether visible or not).

One day, after MC returns to her own time, Dazai returns to his room to find two shadows hanging from his window. Though a little crude--they’ve obviously been made by a beginner--it’s clear what they are. Rain ghosts. (Sebastian later explains it was MC’s wish that he have them, and Dazai only smiles very, very gently in response.)

Shakespeare’s reaction:

MC gets one look at him and knows something’s off. She can’t quite tell what it is, but he doesn’t feel like the rest of the family. She can sense something behind him, something lurking; but she can’t quite place it. (Comte has mentioned before that purebloods can sense each other, so I imagine MC knows right off the bat he isn’t a normal sired vampire--she just doesn’t know enough to identify exactly what it is.)

That being said, she is sus. He keeps talking like some kind of weird ass court jester/fae, and she hated his work when she had to do it for school (only enjoyed the Hamlet memes because, let’s be real, that shit is uproarious). When he tries to coax her to see Vlad with him, she says “'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.” And he just freezes in place before he starts laughing. Considers their battle of wills well-played, and warns her not to go out alone--doesn’t bother her again. Though sometimes enjoys listening to her conversations with others for good roast material. (No he is not taking notes, no this new chara is just fire and feral for no good reason--nothing to do with MC)

Sebastian’s reaction:

The l o r e, MC. Give him the forbidden pureblood lore. Will be incredibly curious and ask about what vampires are like outside of the mansion, for science of course. If he senses discomfort though his questions will die down completely--it’s not his intention to make her uncomfortable. He’s just curious!

Despite his stoicism he’s actually a very, very understanding and warm person. Will listen to any teenage jadedness or hopelessness with fond patience, recalling the days he was similar. He’ll offer what advice he can. He’s not one to be preachy, but if he sees someone at a loss, he’ll offer what he thinks might be a productive direction for them. Given her removal from her home and parents--even though she’s already well into high school--he’ll sympathize deeply with her position. Will be a firm but gentle guardian (hello Mansion Mom #2), offers her candy every time she does a chore exceptionally well or offers assistance without prompting. She’s sus and takes it reluctantly at first, but after she tries one in private secretly loves them. Sebas is just silently “you like krabby patties don’t you, squidward”. If she’s honest, she’s comforted by the sense of normalcy and care he gives, the harmless joking and easy respect for others (unless otherwise provoked).

When she finds out about his hobby considers him to be a Fucking Nerd^TM and wants to shove him into a locker, but in reality is endeared by how much he genuinely cares about the men. She thinks it’s a harmless fascination, and she senses the oddest...ephemerality about him. Because of this, she becomes pretty protective; he’s a human and he’s too nice for his own good. While she identifies in one sense, she worries in another. Pureblood are sturdy, but humans can’t necessarily sustain that kind of constant self-giving for long...

Also bc my tag game too strong adding it here: #i love the prospect of pureblood MC trying to bring Sebas and Napo together #MC: bruh i got this #Sebas, full of gay panic: wait, MC nO--

Meme tl;dr in the tags also for your enjoyment! I’m sorry this one took a little longer than most to finish!

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp theo #ikevamp jeanne #ikevamp jean #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp sebastian #gen z pureblood mc #i had a lot of fun writing this! I hope this met your expectations friend! c:#comte and leo: uwu grandparents #mozart: okay BOOMER #napo: HAHAHA shithead siblings i love it #arthur and shakes: wouldn't you like to know weather boy. 'where are your parents??' (parts one and two)#vincent and isaac: BRUH S A M E S I E S #theo: **meme voice** 'is there anything worse than a rapist?' BOOM 'a child.' 'N O!'#jeanne: endearing but out of touch uncle while dazai is WOOOOO LET'S DRINK BLEACH uncle #sebastian: ah yes ty for the modicum of brain cells and competence that also shatters gender norms my good bi bitch #**Gilligan's cut to MC and Dazai wearing sunglasses and matching hats that read 'i put the (me) in disappointment'**

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