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doevademe · 2 years ago

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Hiii. I've read all your percico fanfictions, I love them all! But I have a special place in my heart for "How to defy fate". Even thought it's a deconstruction of the soulmate concept, I've never read something so romantic! Love is a choice and only devoted action can make it last the course of time.

In this story, I think I found my favorite of your characterisations of Percy. I love how it's focused so much on him, his past, how it shaped his view on soulmates and his approach to "love" and how it mirrors his arc as the child of the prophecy in the canon series. He wants to defy his fate and live the way he attends to, only for it to catch him nonetheless but still fights an emerges victorious because you can't drown a son of Poseidon haha! (I apologize for this pun🙏).

An other thing I greatly appreciated is how active he was in pursuing Nico. It's always so satisfying when (contrary to canon) it's Percy who does the pursuing, the pining, it's Percy who keeps being by Nico's side even if it means just being his friend because, like he told Will, he would gladly be anything for Nico as long as the boy wishes so, than being nothing at all to him, and that's just glorious.

Seeing Nico through Percy's lovesick pov, cooing at how adorable he is even (especially) when he nerds about his interests and making it his life mission to get him to blush, just always brings me so much joy because I love Nico and getting to love him through a character's pov makes me even happier. It's only justice at this point after his canon treatment. That boy deserves the world, and to see Percy treating him with such tenderness like he's the most precious thing in the universe and how he fights for their relashionship soothes that ache.

Another thing that gets me is how you portray everyday/casual settings, your style fits so good when writting Percy and Nico just being boyfriends (Like Nico tending to Percy during a hangover, them just watching the myhtomagic show and teasing each other, them discussing Percy's job perspective and their views on soulmates) makes me wish you would write about their whooooooooooole life together! I think you're the best at portraying their already established relationship. Please write the Percico bible🙏🙏🙏🙏 pretty please.

Media in general don't portray romance unless there's drama and reading about people just enjoying each other in mondain settings is a rare thing (in addition to anchoring them as THE couple we should root for, and not the "destined ones") and I'm a sucker for it. A lot struggle at portraying it but you bring it to life so easilyand and vividly while making their conversations interesting and fluid without feeling forced at all, blatantly obvious how these two love each other!

Also I appreciated that comment at Will's empty apartment as a jab for him being devoid of personality, had to hold my laughter to not wake up people 😁I could go on and on and on like that but I feel like I've took too much place already.

Please keep showing us how Percy falls in love with Nico and makes him blush like a school girl, that's the one piece lacking in canon. Thanks for being awesome 👌

I forgot to mention! Comparing Annabeth and Nico, a soulmate and a chosen, to a lullaby and an aria was a stroke of genius.

A lullaby is familiar, comfortable gets you all warm and fluffy inside but listening to it over an over gets boring and will lose it's charm with repetition. It's good from time to time like catching up with an old friend but in too much doses you'd just get tired of seeing their face xD.

Meanwhile, an aria, a complexe italian opera, would take you years of listening again and again to get to understand. Each time you hear it you discover something new, a new detail that wasn't there before. It's epic and full of range of emotions and gets your heart racing and head spinning with heat getting to it. (That's my actual experience when listening opera). You're attracted to it despite not speaking the language at first and then you learn it and it's better than what you could have imagined.

At least that's how I understood it when reading x)

If it ain't the most beautiful love declaration, I don't know what is! Can't believe I missed on telling you that in the last post!

Honestly, I've been speechless about this one. Thank you so much! How to Defy Fate was basically me trying to make a Soulmate AU have an interesting romantic plot with stakes and obstacles. I'm very proud of it, and I'm glad you liked it.

As for the "Percico bible" part I'm not sure if you mean like, an old school ship manifesto, or a fanfic that basically shapes the ship's fanon (like Nico's mismatched shoes from Kiss a Boy in Tokyo Town). If the former, that would take... a while to produce, and if it's the latter, it's more up to the fandom than me 😉

#anon love #long post #thank you so much #I literally blushed irl the first time I read these asks #ask #anonymous

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bird-likes-to-fandom · 4 years ago

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Cabin 10 Shenanigans - Hidden Surprises (Part One)

Titles are messes. I hate them. Anyways, the whole Cabin 10 Shenanigans will probably be a series, but there’s also a chance it might not. Haven’t decided fully yet.

Summary: Cabin 10 at Camp Half-Blood, the Aphrodite Cabin, find a surprise behind the actual cabin, rummaging through their trash. A few days later, they find more surprises. Hilarities ensue.

This is set a little bit before TLO.

All reblogs are greatly appreciated, also please don’t repost this!

Enjoy!

(Actually this got to be too long so there will be a part two!)

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“Did you hear that?” Asked the new camper that had settled with the Aphrodite Cabin. Drew couldn’t think of her name, but the girl had just poked her awake and she was kind of pissed about that. “No.” She answered. “Go back to sleep. Us Aphrodites don’t take too nicely to being woken up, Ariadne.” “It’s Ariana, actually.” The new camper replied. “Don’t care and didn’t ask.” Drew replied. The new girl, Ariana, sighed and flipped over. A few seconds later, Drew heard a scuffling sound from behind the cabin. “Did you -” “Yes. Shut up.” She said. “Someone might be trying to spy on us!” “Shh, you’ll wake Silena! And trust me,” Drew lowered her voice even more, maybe adding a little charmspeak, “you do not want to do that.” She sighed. “I’ll go out and check behind the cabin.”

Drew threw on a jacket and picked up the dagger she kept under her mattress at all times. It was a celestial bronze blade in a rose gold hilt. Beautiful and dangerous, just like her. She made her way to the back of the cabin, trying to shield her eyes from the glowing silver of Artemis’ cabin. Something small and black scampered away from the dumpster behind the Aphrodite Cabin. “Di Angelo? If that’s you rooting through our trash I swear to the gods - I know you’ve been meeting Jackson in the woods at night. If you need food or clothes just come to camp.” Drew scowled.

She went to investigate the dumpster, holding her nose and lifting her blade for light. There seemed to be a nest of old, thrown out clothes behind it. Something was definitely living there, but it wasn’t Nico di Angelo. It must have been something smaller, like a cat or small dog. Maybe a baby monster from the woods. She was to tired right now, but she’d tell Silena in the morning and they’d figure it out then.

When she went back inside the cabin, the new girl was asleep. Drew sighed in defeat and went back to bed herself. Until morning, then, she thought.

In the morning, Silena did not take well to the prospect of a tiny intruder. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Pets aren’t allowed in camp! Chiron will have our heads!” “But Percy has Mrs. O’Leary!’ Piped up Lacy. “And who says we’re keeping whatever’s back there, anyway? It’s probably feral. We might have to kill it or chase it away or something.” Mitchell said. Silena looked disgusted at that idea, too. “It’s your call, Silena, you’re the counselor. What do you wanna do?” Drew asked. Silena sighed. “I’ll feel better once I actually see the thing. Come on, Drew, let’s go.” Silena grabbed Drew’s arm and together they left.

“So, whe-” “Quiet!” Drew shushed her sister. “It’ll hear you.” They crept forward to the dumpster. It was still pushed a little back from last night, and Silena gripped Drew’s arm even harder. Drew looked toward a long-haired black cat hiding behind the dumpster. It looked to be asleep, but when Silena took a step back, its eyes flew open and it scampered away, revealing a low-hanging belly. It moved slower than it should have.

“Oh, gods - it’s going to get eaten in the woods!” Silena let go of Drew’s arm to pull at her own hair. After a few minutes, she said quietly, “I’m going to have to run after it.” Drew shook her head in response.. “The cat is from gods know where and it doesn’t trust us. It’s scared. Even if it comes back, how are we going to get it inside?” “She.” “What?” “That cat was clearly pregnant. We need to help her even more because of that.” Silena said. Drew nodded slowly. “We should tell the others.” She said. Silena agreed.

“A kitty?!” Lacy gasped, eyes wide and watery. “A very pregnant kitty.” Drew muttered. “We have to save it!” Lacy exclaimed. “Whoa, Lace, we have no idea if that’ll even be possible. Like they said, the cat ran off into the woods. The problem might already be taken care of.” Mitchell shrugged. Jordan, another recent camper, hit Mitchell in the arm. “Don’t say that!” He said. The cabin turned to chaos. Silena had to jump on top of the chest at the foot of her bed and yell out “QUIET!” to calm them.

“We’ll get the cat,” She announced. “it just might take a while.”

#aphrodite cabin #cabin ten #silena beauregard #drew tanaka #lacy pjo #mitchell pjo #cat #unborn kittens #i understand that this was very dialogue heavy #sorry #i probably need to get better at that haha #cabin 10 #bird likes to write #please reblog

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thebigqueer · 4 years ago

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BILCO FANFIC - “The VSCO Demon”

Summary: Will is possessed with a VSCO demon that will turn him into the one and only Billiam Thabdrew Sksksolace, a VSCO girl.

Word Count: 3513

Note: This is my first writing on Tumblr so everyone sing happy birthday! also its terrible! also I GREATLY APPRECIATE FEEDBACK (but please give it to me gently cuz im a Sensitive Bitch TM) (if you even sound a little mean ill start crying)

ALSO: Credits to my online bff for Nico’s pet hyena, Bambi. (HI I LOVE YOU)

Nico knew something was wrong with Will.

He could tell that there was something always bothering him, hidden deep beneath that sunshiny facade he always seemed to use in front of other people. He was hiding something, and it seemed to be eating at him like a parasite.

Nico’s suspicions began when he first noticed Will’s slight speech slipup. Will and Kayla were discussing the new demigods that were to move in soon, and Kayla let loose the fact that she was a little iffy about one of them. Will’s eyes had widened, showing off the blue of his eyes, and he said, “Anna oop-”

He clamped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. He’d already said it. Nico didn’t know what it meant, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous. (Was it some kind of prophetic power? Did Will just spew some words from a prophecy in a totally different language? Maybe Nico would ask Rachel later.) When Nico confronted him afterwards, Will just turned his head away and said he was going to head to sleep.

It wasn’t only his foreign phrases - it was also the stuff he bought. On their dates to New York City, Will would slink him and Nico away to a store and buy something. Sometimes it would be an oversized T-shirt, other times it would be scrunchies, and one time he even bought a gigantic water bottle. (“It’s called a Hydroflask,” Will told him.)

Will was scary in those moments. His eyes would get big as he eyed all his new items, and his hands would tap furiously on the wooden counters while he waited. Nico wasn’t sure what this meant, but it seemed that Will was going through something. Something terrible.

And the moment they got back, Will would start immediately sobbing. Nico would literally have to hold him from falling face down on the ground because of how hard he would be weeping. He’d cry, “It’s not happening, it’s not happening! I can’t become VSCO!”

All Nico was able to do was watch his golden boyfriend sob in his arms, unable to help, unable to understand.

It wasn’t until a late day in November when Nico found out what his boyfriend was hiding from him. Will had been antsy all breakfast, avoiding Nico’s eyes like it was the coronavirus; Nico knew that he wasn’t the only one who noticed - Kayla and Austin had given him furtive, sympathetic glances. Nico’s heart pounded in his chest, anxiety spiking his pulse and chilling him down to the bone.

Nico couldn’t help but to wonder, Is he going to break up with me?

Safe to say, his breakfast was ruined, and he pulled just a little away from Will. He didn’t miss the awkward looks he got from Kayla and Austin, nor did he miss Will’s slight flinch at the loss of contact between the boys.

After a silent breakfast, when everyone had left to start their daily activities, Nico stood to go. If Will didn’t want to talk to him, then fine. He’d manage that.

But a warm hand clamped on his wrist, begging him to stay. Nico turned his face to Will’s, absorbing his golden features and the heavy vulnerability in those blue eyes. It hit Nico that whatever Will wanted from him, it wasn’t going to be good.

Nico sat back down carefully. Will’s pink lips were turned at the corners and, having a closer look at his face, Nico realized his eyes were puffy and red like he’d been crying.

Upon seeing his boyfriend’s expression, Nico reached out and touched Will’s tan face gingerly, brushing his own pale fingers through his golden locks. “Will,” he whispered, “what’s wrong? You’ve been so… so closed off from me. Is everything okay? And don’t lie this time, please. I’m serious.”

Will opened and closed his mouth, then unlatched his eyes from Nico’s and closed them. He took a deep, shaky breath, as if gearing up for a long and tiring mission. Nico squeezed Will’s right hand - His baby hands, Nico thought ridiculously, all small and cute - and laced them together, squeezing lightly. A “Hey, I’m here for you” squeeze.

Will turned his focus back on Nico, a small smile lacing the corners of his mouth, but not quite eradicating his internalized pain.

“Nico,” he began, “I… I have an issue.” Will’s freckled cheeks bloomed with bright red blotches and he sheepishly looked away again.

Anticipation and anxiety gripped Nico like a vice and his breath hitched. “What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to tamper down his growing unease. He didn’t want to make Will feel more nervous than he already did.

Will swallowed, as if he was trying to keep down the words from ever appearing. Nico brushed his pale thumb over Will’s, hoping it would calm him a bit. A beat passed, and Will said, “I have this… demon inside me. It’s a terrible demon. I was possessed as a kid.”

“What?” asked Nico. “A demon? What do you mean?”

Will sighed shakily, his eyes focused on the floor. “It’s called a VSCO demon.”

“Will…” Nico started, but he wasn’t sure what he would say. I’m sorry? That didn’t seem right, not at this moment. It seemed like Will wasn’t quite looking for pity. Instead, Nico opted to inquire more about this demon: “What exactly does the demon do? How much is it going to impact your life?”

“Well… actually, it’s going to impact my life a lot. Essentially, it’ sgoing to make me a VSCO girl. You know what that is, right? I explained it to you.”

Nico nodded.

Will continued. “First, it’ll start off with more subtle things, like specific hand spasms.” Will demonstrated what he meant by bringing his right hand to his face and then turning to the side, then frowned. “There’s also some expressions that I might repeat a lot. Like… ‘anna oop-’, or ‘oooh, tea, sis!’ or ‘sksksksk.’”

Nico watched Will’s expression as he said each phrase and his heart felt like it was being squished. Will looked like he was trying very hard not to let it take over him, let those stupid terms make him into a new person, but he was so exhausted. Nico touched his boyfriend’s face again. “I’m… sorry, Will. That’s terrible.”

Will nodded, but he didn’t seem to hear Nico. “When it gets worse, you’ll start noticing. I’ll be wearing oversized T-shirts, I think… scrunchies on my wrist, maybe.” He sighed again, but this time a small sob escaped from his lips too. When he looked up, Nico saw he had fresh tears glassing over his eyes. “I’m going to be carrying that stupid Hydro Flask with me forever, Nico. Forever.”

That seemed to do it. In a matter of seconds, the floodgates of Will’s emotions had opened up and he was spilling everywhere. Nico pulled him close, despite not being much of a hugger, and drew small circles on his back. He felt Will’s tears soak through his T-shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he felt so heartbroken by Will’s emotions, he wanted to start crying himself.

But he had to keep it strong, for Will. Nico bit his lip to keep himself from letting out a few tears himself.

After several moments, Will seemed to calm down enough to pull away from Nico, even though tears still ribboned down his cheeks like liquified crystals. He pulled a tissue from his sweatshirt pocket and blew his nose, honking like he was the goosiest of all geese.

“Anyway,” Will continued, sighing heavily. “I have to tell you something else.” He threw the snot-saturated tissue over his shoulder, where some poor sucker would have to pick it up themself and throw it out. Taking a deep breath (Nico swore he was just trying to steal all the oxygen out of the air now, probably trying to photosynthesize or something), Will pulled Nico’s hands to his chest. “When the demon takes over me, Nico, my alter ego will come out. I will not be able to control it. His name… is Billiam Thabdrew Sksksolace.”

Will paused dramatically, letting that name sink in.

“Oh, Will,” Nico said quietly, throwing his arms around his boyfriend. “Is there a cure to this? Can you fix it?”

Will rested his head in the space between Nico’s neck and shoulder. “No,” he answered, his voice muffled. “There isn’t. I just have to live with being a VSCO girl from now on.” Pulling away so that he was mere inches from Nico’s face, he asked: “Would you still love me, Nico? Even after I become… become Billiam?”

“Of course,” Nico exclaimed, not a moment of hesitation. “Of course! You are more than your stupid demon. You can be as much of a VSCO girl as you become, and I will always love you.”

Will’s face crumpled again and he pulled Nico tighter, so close Nico could almost swear his ribs were going to break.

“Thank you, Nico. Thank you.”

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It was only a few weeks until the real changes started showing up.

When Nico went into the Apollo cabin in the mornings, sometimes he’d see Will in an oversized T-shirt, waving around a metal straw with his baby hands, exclaiming, “OOOH THAT’S TEA!” whenever one of his siblings said something, or referring to himself as Bill Sksksolace when someone called him Will.

Those spells wouldn’t last long, but it was still discerning.

As the days progressed, it got worse. The spells wouldn’t last in just the morning - they’d appear in the afternoon, in the night time, and at nine in the afternoon. Nico would walk in on a conversation Will was having with another camper, and just when things seemed like they were going smoothly, Will would mutter: “SKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKS.” The camper would look at Will strangely, laugh a little, then leave.

Nico would have to sit with Will and tell him that it was alright, that it’s just part of the course. He’ll be alright.

Despite the fact that things were getting worse, it didn’t bother Nico too much. He already knew it would happen sooner or later, so there was no point anticipating and being scared over it.

And yet, nothing would prepare him for the gut punch of when it really did happen.

It was a morning like any other. The sun shone above the camp in brilliant golden rays, and the wind was windy (as wind is) and just perfect for a November day. Nico was hopeful today; maybe they’d go out to New York City, like old times. Try to get Will’s mind off his doomed fate.

Nico had an inkling something was wrong the moment he knocked on the cabin door. Maybe it was the shift in the wind, maybe it was anxiety, or maybe it was the fact that he heard people shouting, “PUT THAT METAL STRAW DOWN, WILL!” that made him nervous. Nevertheless, he waited outside.

Kayla was the one to open the door. She looked exhausted, like she’d been running after someone all morning. When she realized it was Nico, her expression told Nico everything he needed to know.

Nico stepped in tentatively, nervous about what he would find.

And boy did he have every right to be nervous. Nothing could prepare him for what he was about to find.

Will had transformed. Like, completely transformed.

Gone were his golden curls. In place of them was a messy bun at the top of his head, wrapped with a purple scrunchie. If one scrunchie wasn’t enough, he had literal sleeves of them over his arms, all the way up to his elbow, of all kinds of nauseating and headache-inducing colors. On top of that, a knee-length T-shirt covered him from the shoulders to his thighs, and in his small baby hands was a Hydro Flask with a metal straw sticking out of it, which was currently sticking between his teeth.

Upon seeing Nico, his eyes widened and he offered him a bright smile. “Sksksksk!” Will exclaimed. “Oh my gods, it’s literally Nico!” He rushed towards his boyfriend with his arms wide, and just when Nico thought he was about to get a crushing bear hug, Will surprised him last minute by shoving twenty scrunchies into his hands as well as a metal straw.

Nico looked at the treasure in his hands - Where the everloving fuck did he get so many? thought Nico - then back at Will, and again back at his treasure. Tears pricked at his eyes and his chest constricted, making it harder to breathe. “Will-” he began.

Will looked genuinely confused. “Who’s Will? I’m Billiam Sksksolace. And that’s the tea here today.”

“Right. Billiam.” Even saying the new name hurt him in ways Nico didn’t even think were imaginable. He placed a hand on Will’s - No, Bill’s, Nico reminded himself - cheek, tracing his lover’s freckles. “How are you feeling?”

“Anna oop-” Billiam said. “I feel fine, sksksk. Why?” He raised his eyebrows and leaned in, tilting his head for a second. “Is there tea?”

Nico sobbed, his heart wrenching. Where was Will? “No, not at all.” He kissed Bill’s face. “Not at all.”

20 YEARS LATER…

Nico had successfully gone crazy.

He and Billiam had three kids. Each one blond. Each one young.

Each one just as VSCO as their dad.

It was an endless cycle of “SKSKSKS” and “ANNA OOP-” and they had about fifty thousand metal straws strewn around their house. Their kids didn’t even wear pants anymore, just oversized T-shirts. They didn’t even have the demon - it was a Monkey See, Monkey Do situation.

And Nico was done. He’d even developed a twitch in his eye. From the moment he got up in the morning to the moment he fell asleep at night, his mind swirled with unwanted expressions and metal straws in his eyes and Hydro Flasks on the table and oversized T-shirts strewn across the bed and he was positively done.

There was only one thing left to do.

Nico grabbed the knife from the kitchen drawer. Then he turned to the onions on the cutting board and started chopping with rage. (It was his turn to make dinner tonight, and he hated every moment of it.)

But he had something to look forward to, and he had everything ready.

Bill was home from work now, sitting in the living room and scrolling through Instagram. Nico watched him, thinking about that fatal day several years ago at Camp Half-Blood when everything had gone wrong for him.

Well, Nico would fix that today.

“Bill,” Nico called, gritting his teeth. Calling his beloved William “Bill” still stung him, despite it having been years later. “It’s time for dinner. Call the kids.”

Bill stood from the couch and fixed his messy bun, then called, “Billiam, Jr.! Litpollo! Percy, Jr.! Time for dinner! Sksksk.”

Nico made his way down the hall and opened the garage door, crying out to his pet hyena: “BAMBI! Come on, boy. Time for your yummy chinken dinner.”

Bambi growled and bounded into the building, turning towards the kids that had now come into the dining room. Bill eyed the oversized cat with scrutiny. “Bae, I think we need to tame that thing.”

Nico turned his head to look at his hyena. He shrugged. “Seems fine to me.”

“He’s gnawing on our child’s head.”

Nico eyed his kitty, who had its jaws around their child Litpollo’s head. “No he isn't,” Nico decided. “It’s just licking Litpollo's head. Litpollo just has a really tiny head.”

Bill opened his mouth to protest, but Nico clapped his hands and exclaimed: “Time for dinner!” He offered Bill a dazzling smile. “And I have a surprise for you.”

Bill’s eyes widened and a smile of his own flashed across his face. “Sksksk. I’m excited. Yass queen.”

Nico’s eye twitched. “Yes, time for dinner.”

The family of five (including Bambi the Hyena, it was six) sat at the dinner table. (Yes, Bambi sat at a dinner table. Nico considered that quite domestic of Bambi).

“Now, before we start, I have a little something for Bill.” Nico stood again and pulled out something from his pocket. Bill leaned in to look at it, and realization dawned on him. He hissed and jumped up from his chair.

“Skskskskskkssksksksk!” he exclaimed. “That’s a cross. Why do you have that?” Just being in the presence of it seemed to make him antsy.

Nico offered him a dangerous smile. “Well, you see, Billiam, I became a priest online. I have a certificate and everything.” He tilted his head innocently and, with that smile still plastered onto his face, said, “I am here to eradicate the Demon of VSCO.”

“No,” Bill said shakily, but his voice had changed. It was rougher, scratchier, a voice he wouldn’t have on any other normal day. “No, you can’t. You’ve been going behind my back this entire time? How dare you.”

“I’m here to save you, Bill. Or should I say… William.”

“NO!” Bill screeched, picking up Litpollo and shielding his face with the child. “I REFUSE! SKSKSK!”

Nico only smiled wider, his dark eyes shining with fearsome mirth. Suddenly, the lights flickered on and off and a harsh wind blew across the room. Outside, clouds started gathering like they were ready for a shitshow to happen. Nico rose from the floor, the wind carrying his weight like he was lighter than paper. He held out the cross in front of him, showing it to Bill’s VSCO demon. Bill hissed, and his eyes starting glowing bright yellow, clearly aggravated by the cross. He dropped the child, who squeaked and ran off to eat his dry chinken dinner.

Nico’s own eyes had started glowing, but his were a bright red flash like he was about to shoot lasers. “BY THE POWER VESTED IN ME,” Nico exclaimed, his voice projecting outward and all around the house, “I PRONOUNCE THEE, VSCO DEMON, GONE.”

Nico slammed the cross against Bill’s chest, making steam circle and sizzle around Bill’s chest. The blond cried out in pain, but Nico ignored him.

“BEGONE, THOT!” Nico thundered.

A big bang resonated between them, and Nico and Bill were both thrown across the room. Their children screamed, but all Nico could think about was Bill and whether or not he was back. Despite being disoriented, he sat upright and looked across the room. Billiam was thrown to the kitchen, and his messy bun had come undone. The scrunchies on his wrists were hissing and smoking, but otherwise he looked fine.

Nico stood up slowly, keeping his hand on the wall for balance. “Will?” he said quietly. It was strange using that name after so many years, but it felt good. It felt comfortable.

Bill didn’t answer. Nico’s heart started racing.

He rushed to Bill’s side, checking his pulse and touching his face, making sure was alive. When he decided that he was alright, Nico let out a breath of relief. He shook Bill gently. “Will? Will, please, wake up. Tell me you’re okay.”

For a moment, all was silent. Nico’s children had even stopped screaming, but Nico wasn’t sure where they were or what they were doing. Right now, it was only about Billiam.

Suddenly, Bill started coughing. He sat up a little straighter and coughed into his arm, and Nico patted is back in means of helping his partner. Bill stopped after a few moments, but his focus was only on the kitchen tiles.

Nico’s heart pounded in anticipation. Was Billiam gone? Was Will back? Goosebumps prickled his skin.

“Will?” Nico asked. “Are you okay?”

Bill started laughing. Nico wanted to take this as a good sign, but the laughter seemed eerie. He took Bill’s baby hand in his.

Bill turned to face him, a wide grin on his face. “YOU FOOL!” he exclaimed. “YOU ABSOLUTE BUFFOON! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID?”

Nico gasped and threw himself away from Bill, shaking his head. “No,” he whispered. “No. It should have worked! I went onto Wikipedia for the instructions!”

Bill only laughed harder. “YOU DIPSHIT! YOU MULTIPLIED ME!” His eyes danced with his laughter.

“Multiplied?” Nico exclaimed. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” He frowned. “Also, no swearing in front of the kids. Watch your fucking language, asshole.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Bill exclaimed. “MY CHILDREN,” he called, turning his face away from Nico’s. “COME!”

From the dining room, the children’s small feet pitter-pattered across the floor. Rage filled Nico’s chest, and he tackled Bill to the ground. “VSCO DEMON!” he cried. “What did you do to them? If you hurt them-”

“I did no such thing,” Bill said. “I would never hurt them.”

“Then what did you do?”

In creepy unison, all his kids exclaimed: “SKSKSK! I’VE GIVEN THEM ALL A PIECE OF ME! NOW I EXIST IN ALL OF YOUR FAMILY AND LOVED ONES!”

“NOOOOO!” Nico cried. “WHY?”

“Children,” Bill said, “what do we say to Nico?”

“SAVE THE TURTLES!” And they all took off their oversized T-shirts and threw them in his face.

The end. Nico sobbed forever.

#Bilco revolution #bill solace revolution #bill solace #nico di angelo #bilco #AHHAHAHA IM LITERALLY SCREAMING

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rllybadloveliveimagines · 5 years ago

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Hello! Could we get kissing and/or cuddling hcs for µ's? Thank u,,,

Of course!!! Hope you like it!!! I hope you dont mind each part being kinda short since...there's a lot of them...and I'm gonna go mostly cuddles on this one

[💓] μ's cuddling

Honoka Kousaka

Honk to me comes off as kind of hyperactive but sleepy at the exact same time, if that makes sense

She'll be absolutely pouty and make you stop whatever you're doing and give her cuddles nd attention

unless its like absolutely serious and you really cant

And she looks absolutely adorable when she's sleepy

She'd lay her head on your shoulder with lots of blankets

I think she'd be happiest if she was given headpats too, with a little kiss on the forehead

She's a bit spoiled, but at least she's cute, right?

Kotori Minami

Absolutely the type who would love pillow fort cuddles

Expect cuddles in a mountain of little plushies too

She's always a teeeny bit embarrassed if she ever asks for cuddles

But if you happen to ask her she'll gladly oblige

Movie nights are prime cuddle time

If you fall asleep before her she might sneak a little kiss on the cheek

Also IMMENSELY adorable when sleepy/asleep

Umi Sonoda

I can't see Umi as the type to really seem like she is a cuddler, she'd probably call them shameless at first

Poor sheltered girl is probably beet red the first time or so

But then

If you rope her into cozy cuddle time...after a few times

You'll have created a monster

In absolute denial the whole time, but she comes to adore cuddling

Wouldn't ask to cuddle much (despite wanting to very often)

And when she does shes immensely embarrassed

She'll drop incredibly subtle signs that she may want cuddles

And if you ask her she'll become overly enthusiastic and quick to get cozy

Hanayo Koizumi

On the scale of liking cuddles I'd say hanayo is probably in the mid area

Pana here is timid so I think she'd probably be the type to bury her face in something to hide her embarrassment in moments liks this

Be it a pillow, stuffed animal in her your neck or shoulder

Don't get it twisted though, she does actually enjoy them! But poor bby is really shy

I could also see her happy to give in to your wish for cuddles should you ask her, since she also seems to be a bit of the nurturing type

Along with kotori enjoys cuddles in a mountain of pillows and/or stuffed animals

Rin Hoshizora

Rin would certainly be interesting

Rins pretty tomboyish and doesn't know much about things like romance

So she'd probably be rather awkward if she were to ever have cuddles....at least in the beginning!

She'd probably be a bit physically tense (despite not meaning to!)

She's just not used to this sort of thing

But she'll ease and relax up after a while

She'll be a bit embarrassed if you ask her for cuddles, but she'd oblige

Maki Nishikino

Of course, at first maki would rather die than admit if she wants cuddles or affection or anything like that because. Tsun

Also heavily sheltered in her life so she might also be tense for a bit

But if you ask her for cuddles she would be like "I-I guess I don't have a choice, huh?" Like a tsun, while being tomato red and twirling her hair

If you give her cuddles suddenly she might be like "what are you doing?!" All embarrassed

She by no means hates it though, its just not something she's used to

Nico Yazawa

I think if Nico ever was in a genuine relationship she probably would drop the act (for the most part) around her partner

She's more genuine and caring like she is with her siblings

But she has her needy moments!!

I get the feeling Nico would like cuddles a lot

And ask for them all the time if there was nothing else to do

Just like cuddling up on the couch and watching an idol dvd or something!!

There would be a bunch of cute sweets amd snacks too

That would probably be her favorite

Nozomi Tojo

Nozomi would probably openly welcome cuddles!

But if she were asked for them...she'd probably get real smug about it I think

At least at first

She might threaten washi-washi if you don't give her cuddles if she asks though, so watch out!

But I don't think that would happen often, shes more of the nurturing type who would take care of others...at leas thats what I believe

She's used to being lonely (until Eli and muse, of course)

So any quality or cuddles from her partner would probably be greatly appreciated, regardless of whether she shows it or not

Eli Ayase

Eli would be interesting I think

She tries to keep up a mature and cool image, so she often keeps her more...I guess what she would call embarrassing? Likes and desires to herself

Like chocolate for example

So she probably would really want cuddles often, but be too embarrassed to ask for them or anything

You'd probably have to draw it out of her and let her tell you

But after that it should be a lot easier

She'll be more and more comfortable around her partner so it should be better.

Waaaah, it's finally done!!! Sorry this took so long!! It was a bit of a dousey trying to do all 9...I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!!! I hope I got their characters accurate enough ;v;

-Yohane

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tklpilled · 5 years ago

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Hazel is one of the best characters and she and Nico have the best sibling dynamic, but i have yet to see any headcanons of them :( also, i am gay for Clarisse

hmmm also valid? i don’t like clarisse that much but,, girl with sword,,,

-hazel is one of the only people who can tickle nico and get away with it

-she takes advantage of this fact

-nico isn't a ler very often but he gets her back

-hazel isn't as ticklish as people might think, but she has her spots and nico knows them

-hazel has the cutest laugh ever next question

-she definitely snorts

-her worst spots are her knees and ears, her back is also really ticklish too

-nico isn't too used to tickling at first, he and bianca used to have tickle fights as kids but ever since then he's hardly even been touched

-everyone is really careful about it at first but now he doesn't really mind

-hazel knows how touch-starved he is so she always gives him hugs and such

-he greatly appreciates it

-nico has no worst spot he's just ticklish everywhere

-his laugh is squeaky and he hiccups no i don't take constructive criticism

-he hates it but everyone else thinks it's adorable

#ask #anonymous #pjo/hoo #headcanons

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greatneedtotakeanap · 4 years ago

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nap binge reads

episode 4 - battle of the labyrinth

i actually finished this one two days ago but forgot to write about it

ALLKSDJLFKJD WHY DID SO MUCH HAPPEN IN THIS BOOK???

There were like three different points where I thought it was the climax but NOPE. Something else more important happened, a bigger battle, a more ramped up scene.

I’m not quite sure where to start, so let’s start with Nico. The character development in this book, his journey with grief, and how it was portrayed was phenomenal. From his literal spoken death wish toward Percy at the end of the Titan’s Curse, to him befriending Percy at the end of this book and walking off into the forest. It was fantastic. My heart broke for him several times over, healed itself, broke again. The scene with Bianca’s spirit made me cry. He’s a grieving child who just lost his only support system in life, and thus has had to grow up much faster than he should have. The way he was manipulated by Minos was quite sad, but accurate--the king would see an opportunity in a grieving child. However, I was happy that Nico had reached a point in his arc where he was able to stand his ground at the end. (That scene, where he proclaimed himself as the prince of death and saved everyone--chilling. Literal goosebumps. I love that child so much.)

And now, my secondary topic--Percabeth. I do not remember Rachel being in the equation in that way. I literally thought she was just Percy’s mortal friend, but there was some clear love triangle action going on there. Though I do love and appreciate Rachel’s character, I think everyone will agree with me when I say that Percabeth is better, mainly because it has more development--I mean Rachel just popped up out of nowhere in the middle of the Titan’s Curse, kind of irrelevant. Smart, but irrelevant. I didn’t like the detail where she fought with Annabeth so much. I understand that their personalities aren’t the same, but I think they’d be fantastic friends, especially since they have an overlapping interest--architecture, which is a type of art. The Percabeth kiss in Mount St Helens was sort of out-of-the-blue, but I understand that it was supposed to be that way--the reader was supposed to feel as caught off guard as Percy himself did.

Which brings me to my next point--Calypso. If I hadn’t known we were going to see her again in HOO, I might have cried. What a punishment she got--it’s so artfully crafted to torture in such a specific way. I never appreciated the true deviousness of the nature of her punishment until now--it’s a completely emotional torture. Besides that, she’s in paradise, but it was made to keep out the thing that she took the most joy in--love. (There’s a reason why she’s my profile picture.)

The prophecy was what really got me, and how it strung everything together in a way that I hadn’t seen before. Annabeth didn’t want to say it because she didn’t want to freak her group out or worry them, but keeping that inside her must have weighed her down a lot. This time around I realized something--the last line, lose a love to worse than death, applies to Luke’s body being taken over by Kronos. However, there was a point where she thought Percy was dead, burnt to a crisp in the volcano, and I figured she thought it was talking about him, and that’s another reason why she didn’t want to say it. She was afraid of losing him.

The Greek mythology part of this was kind of confusing, but I pieced it together in the end, much better than I did the first time around. I still don’t know how I feel about Daedalus. My feelings about him changed greatly from scene to scene--the very small part we saw of his nephew, Perdix, I loved, and so was very mad when he died. But other times I feel he was justified--like when those girls were killing king Minos (good for them, he seemed like a dick) and the whole Stygian ice whistle thing.

Overall a very eventful book. Still thinking about Poseidon’s warning way back in book 2, wondering when the great event he mentioned will come to pass, or if it already did...

#nap binge reads #battle of the labyrinth #pjo

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etlunainmorte · 5 years ago

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❤ I See My Future Before Me ❤

***

“Little Lamb who made thee,

Dost thou know who made thee,

Gave thee life and bid thee feed

By the stream and o'er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing wooly bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice!

Little Lamb who made thee

Dost thou know who made thee.”

She stopped reading the sweet poem and looked down on her lap to find him sleeping.

She sighed. Of course, he fell asleep because he found the story of the lamb boring.

What’s so bad about the poem of the little lamb? At least, it sounded better and much calmer than the Book of Urizen,…

“Little lamb,…” she heard his little voice.

Her ears perked up. She looked down once more and found the little boy staring up at her.

“Aren’t you a mischievous little boy?” She playfully marveled.

“May I call you,… Little Lamb?” He asked her, his pair of innocent silver eyes filled with some kind of unknown emotion.

“Yes, you may, dear.”

The boy smiled and closed his eyes once more, feeling protected and loved because of her.

“I’ll always love and protect you. I promise, Little Lamb.”

The girl opened her mouth in surprise. Her heart brimming with bliss, she lovingly stroked his hair.

“And I promise you the same, Vergil.” She quietly answered as the boy finally fell asleep.

It was the most beautiful and peaceful day of all. They chose to isolate themselves in that serenely lush garden where no one could bother them.

She looked up at the sky, feeling the soft wind on her flushed face and relishing on the scent of the many fetching flowers, freshly blooming in the early morning.

For her, everything was,… perfect.

For him, it was,… the most precious moment of all,…

***

XXIV

***

The Master of the Fleminger House sat in his office, enjoying a glass of red wine in silence.

The Dreadnought has finally took off about half an hour ago, meaning that the promised hour was fast approaching.

There was a gentle knock on the door. Mentioning for his one good servant to enter, he shifted on his chair so that he was facing the window, instead, where he could clearly see the dot in the sky that was Shinano Musashi.

The thin servant gently closed the door and took a step forward.

“Master,” he droned. “… it is almost time. Your dreams will finally come true.”

Fleminger smiled. He put his empty glass down on the table and motioned for the servant to fill it. “Not only my dreams but, my ancestors’, as well.” He answered, his voice hoarse and content.

“Ah, you are correct as always, Master.” The servant remarked as he took the bottle of liquor from the wine container, opened it, and poured his Master a glass full.

“Ah, Reginald, could you play my favorite song?” The Master calmly requested with a warm smile.

“Of course, Master.”

The servant bowed with flourish and went to another table nearby that was situated next to the wall where the portraits of the pale Fleminger ancestors where hung. He took a slightly overused record from its drawer and placed it on the platter of the vintage player. He first made sure that the speed was correct, and then, pressed play, raising the cueing lever and aligning the tone arm with the record.

The old song that the vintage player produced made the Master smile as he theatrically took a deep breath.

With a fine voice and with twirling fingers, he sang,

“On the farm, ev'ry Friday.

On the farm, it’s rabbit pie day.

So ev'ry Friday that ever comes along,

I get up early and sing this little song.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run.

Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer’s gun.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run!”

***

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,…

Don’t give the farmer his fun, fun, fun,…

He’ll get by without his rabbit pie,…

So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,…

V saw the traces of blood on the ground, an indication to where his one and only prey went.

He smiled and pointed at that certain direction using his metal cane, making sure that Shadow would go there for the hunt.

He, then, followed suit as calmly as he could, relishing each thrilling moment of this complete and utter madness.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,…

Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer’s gun,…

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run,…

You continued to flee from the man like a hunted animal, hoping and praying for a sign, anything at all, that could save you from all of this.

But, alas. You knew it was futile.

Still, you ran aimlessly, unaware that the more you did, the more evidence you leave behind with the little drops of your own blood from the wound that Shadow inflicted a while ago.

And then, just like a landslide on a quiet and empty place, the pulsating wall on your right burst open, splattering demonic blood and unidentified guts all over your body.

After that, Shadow, on the form of a fearsome female knight, emerged from that hole in pursuit of you.

You looked at her in horror and turned away just in time as she morphed one of her arms to a dark lance that was readily pointed at your back. The familiar charged at you, her lance almost piercing your small body. You merely dodged it as you bent, drawing your rapier in response to the attack. You waved your weapon and sent a blade of light flying towards Shadow, which she deflected using her other hand that just morphed into a shield. The deflected blade of light bounced off her and landed on the ceiling, making huge throbbing veins drop from it along with a waterfall of thick crimson liquid.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,…

Don’t give the farmer his fun, fun, fun,…

He’ll get by without his rabbit pie,…

So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,…

You used this waterfall of blood as an opportunity to get away with as much speed as you can.

And through all that ruckus, you tried to call the entity’s name,…

It would not obey you.

But, why?

Then, you heard another explosion as Shadow struggled to get through the Dreadnought’s gunk. You did not waste any more time looking at her when she started morphing, and instead turned around towards a dark section of the demonic mechanism.

You felt your way into the darkness, leaving you with no choice but to stumble to a huge, spherical structure that seemed to glow with weak crimson light. You hid behind it, feeling its smooth and fleshy sensation against your palm.

Moments later, the noises subsided. You could no longer hear Shadow and her heavy, splashing footsteps against the pools of blood on the floor.

You waited, holding your breath and wishing for this whole nightmare to end.

And then, as if by some unuttered kind of curse, you heard his voice.

“Hmm,…” the poet hummed with that seductive voice of his. “I could smell,… something familiar here,…” he playfully mused.

Your breath hitched.

“I know you’re there, I could smell you.” He called, making you tremble in fear and your hair stand on end.

And at that precise moment when you felt your heartbeat triple in suspense, the structure where you were hiding glowed and flickered like a lamp.

V noticed this exact phenomenon and knew exactly where you were.

“Now, there’s no use hiding now, is there,… Little Lamb?”

At the mere mention of those words, the structure flickered in erratic sequences, providing some kind of light to the dark and suffocating room.

You noticed this sudden change, as well. You were honestly aware that the poet never referred to you as Little Lamb, and yet,…

… it felt awfully familiar, like you’ve heard it before in a seemingly far away land,…

And at the simple thought of it, the strange structure glowed and pulsated in time with the beating of your heart.

Little Lamb? V thought. Where did I hear those words again?

“Now, Little Lamb, I would greatly appreciate it if you come out now, lest I turn into a Big Bad Wolf and hunt you down, myself.”

V waited for a response from you but, all he could see was the demonic structure glowing and pulsating multiple times, like a beating heart.

And she honestly thought she could conceal her demonic nature? V thought as he sighed at the situation. He was fast approaching his own death, and he could not do anything to the heart unless he end you first,…

He must do it quick before he could completely crumble to nothingness.

“You leave me with no choice so, be it.”

Your eyes widened at those words and you had to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming when you heard a snap, followed by a huge explosion that practically made a hole in the ceiling and making everything around you bright.

You felt massive tremors on the ground and, seconds later, you felt the golem fire its laser at the structure, almost obliterating you to smithereens had you not ducked in time.

The onslaught went on for a painful minute until it finally subsided, leaving new holes in the room.

Strangely enough, despite the golem’s powerful attack, the structure you were hiding from remained unscathed and sturdy as if it was made from the strongest, otherworldly materials.

You thought you were finally safe until you felt the horrifying tremors once more, making you shut your eyes and cover your ears in defense as Nightmare fired its laser at you for another round.

The attack went on for another five minutes, making you cower helplessly behind the one and only thing in the evil Dreadnought that actually made you safe.

And during this ambuscade, you couldn’t help but think how foolish you were for ever declaring that you’re ready to die. You felt stupid for believing that you finally accepted your fate of inevitable demise, and you felt useless and coward for not fulfilling the wish that was set for you by the entity as a mission for ten whole years.

I can’t,… you fearfully thought. I can’t do it!

As Nightmare went on with its aggression for five more minutes, the faces of all the people you met flashed before you.

Of friends, of allies, of helpers,…

… of Trish and Lady,…

… of Nero,…

… of Patty,…

… of Griffon,…

… of Nico,…

… of Dante,…

… of the one you loved the most,…

“I can’t!” You cried as you braced yourself for another onset.

“You were asking how to thank me for earlier. May I have the honor of this dance, my lady?”

“Please,…”

“Hmm,…those scars,… symbolize the true enjoyment and will that you felt doing that special something you adore. Those feet, my Lady,… I would kiss,… over,… and over again,… if I could,… ”

“P - please,…”

“What matters is that you still have precious people around you, my Lady. You must focus on not losing them, as well.”

“Enough,…”

“I long to see such things as those you have probably seen. I want to experience everything and I wish to see them with my own eyes. See for myself what these poems of mine describe. But, the idea of doing those things alone,… do not please me, at all.”

“But, with a companion?”

“Would I be selfish if I ask you to accompany me, little wanderer?”

“V, I,…”

The onslaught abruptly halted as you heard the man gasp for air like he was having an asthma attack of some sort. The tremors stopped as you heard a thud on the ground behind your hiding place.

As if by some deep - rooted instinct, you felt the entity take over your senses, pushing you into a deep trance and unconsciousness,…

V was losing all of his remaining demonic power. As soon as Nightmare evaporated, he fell on the ground, feeling an intense difficulty in breathing.

He must kill you now and obtain your power! Or else,…

“Mas,… ter,…”

The man couldn’t believe his eyes, for you finally came out of your hiding place of your own accord, ready to die.

He struggled to stand up and limped his way towards you. Making sure that you would not escape, he summoned Shadow for the last time with the last shred of his power and commanded it to morph into a set of spikes that pierced your legs and arms.

The sweet scent of your blood that fell from your wounds to the ground almost drove him to insanity but, still, he denied the temptation.

He leaned on his cane for support and held up a hand: a gestured he did once in Delphi to summon the Yamato. And with that command, the remaining parts of Shadow that were not connected to you changed once more into dark vines that grew equally dark roses. He waited for the right moment, and when it finally came in the form of the biggest flower, he let go of the metal cane and pulled out the protruding sword from the dark bud. He unsheathed it and pointed it at you.

You felt yourself drifting, the darkness engulfing you like an unwanted embrace. But, then, you were pulled out of it as you were filled once more with light. And when you opened your eyes, you saw V pointing a sword at you.

His skin cracked beyond recognition, his eyes red to the point of bleeding, you knew he was reaching his limit.

And, still, he smiled triumphantly,…

With Shadow’s spikes sticking to your limbs to prevent escape, you were at the poet’s mercy.

The man sighed as he pointed the sword against your mid section.

“I know you could never resist me, my love.” V whispered hoarsely, his grin as evil as ever. “Any last words, Little Lamb?”

The tears just fell and your heart ached awfully.

The entity, who, apparently, was loyal only to its real “Master”, has brought you involuntarily to the death’s door. You knew there was no turning back.

You bowed down low, letting your tears fall on the ground. Controlling your sobs, you looked up and glanced into his empty bloodshot eyes one last heart - wrenching time, and let out the words you so wanted to tell him for the last ten years,…

The massive heart of the Dreadnought pulsated weakly in response to your dying heart. With a soft voice, you whispered your feelings, pouring out all of the emotions and frustrations that piled up over the years of being controlled by the entity.

“I love you, V.”

For a moment, the man let the sword down, seemingly conflicted with something. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he started chortling, a bit soft, at first. Then it gradually became louder as he slicked his dark locks and threw his head back.

Your heart felt like it just shattered into a million pieces at the same time that the massive heart of the Dreadnought lost its radiance.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the pain.

With a deep sigh, V raised the Yamato above his head, gripping its hilt with his weak, trembling hands and pointing it to your stomach.

His thirst taking hold of his entire being and engulfing what little humanity he had left, he declared with every inch of the true Devil within him,

“I choose,… POWER!”

With one swift movement, he drove the sword to your body, ignoring your last words,…

… letting go of his former self,…

***

“I choose,… POWER!”

V rammed the Yamato to the girl’s body, making sure that the long blade would come through her fragile form.

Her blood spouted out from her mouth and wounds, splattering on the ground, and her head hung low - a clear indication that her life was soon ending.

At that moment, her body radiated with the same blinding light that once reduced Shadow to a small form but, this time, it transformed into a pair of wings behind her back. The wings, then, scattered like petals, transfiguring into two female forms. The two figures disintegrated into little orbs and swiftly made their way to V’s body.

He instantly felt hot all over as soon as the two entities entered his body. He felt great power surging all throughout his dying form, giving him unparalleled strength and vitality.

Giving him power unlike any other he has received before,…

A meteor - like crimson light suddenly crashed through the ceiling and landed on the ground before him. Its light subsided, revealing the form of his twin brother.

As soon as Dante realized that his brother was standing before him, alive and unharmed, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes seethed with rage.

“Ya got some pretty big cojones for comin’ back.” Dante gritted through his teeth, drawing a strange sword and charging towards his twin brother. “You just don’t know when to give up!”

He was about to beat the crap out of him until he saw the familiar body on the ground,…

The Devil Hunter stopped in his tracks, unable to believe his own eyes as they roamed on the forgotten form that was swimming with its own blood. He kneeled in front of her and gently took her in his arms.

“(Y/N)? No, no, no, no, no!” Dante whispered, his voice broken and his eyes stinging. “Stay with me, please. Stay with me,…”

He felt for her pulse and found out that she was actually barely alive despite the grave wound she just received. He felt some little power left within her that was still trying to help her heal but, it felt like the rest of them somehow got taken away from her. By force.

That’s when Dante saw a familiar metal cane on the ground, and a demonic feline at his brother’s side,…

“So, this is your plan all along, huh, V?!” Dante raged as he looked at his brother in total wrath. “And to think I mourned for your death and wept for Nero’s ignorance for killing his own father,…

"And now, this,…” the man gritted as he carefully laid the girl on the ground, standing up and striding towards his twin, his form slowly getting engulfed by that same red light. “Not only did you take the woman I love away, you tried to murder her, too! THE WOMAN WHO CHOSE YOU!”

Dante changed into a terrifying form of evil that made Shadow cower in fear behind V.

It was bigger and even more threatening - looking, unlike his first Devil Trigger form.

However, this didn’t faze the man who just gained true power,…

“LET’S END THIS,” Dante howled, summoning the strange sword once more and flying towards his own family. “… VERGIL!”

Vergil simply raised the Yamato, and his body was suddenly engulfed with the familiar light that Dante once saw in the girl.

Instead of turning into a Devil, himself, Vergil turned into a seven - foot tall being of light that disintegrated everything within its immediate vicinity.

“Andromeda.” Vergil pronounced the name of the entity of light - The Protector of The Present - as he pointed the Yamato at Dante. The Protector amplified his strength and with incredible speed, he charged towards the Devil, mortally wounding him with just one slash.

Dante fell on the ground without so much as a fight, turning back into his human form. He coughed up blood and realized, in utter shock, that the wound he received from the full force of Andromeda was not healing. Not at all.

“The Goddesses have acknowledged their true Master.” Vergil uttered as soon as he turned back to his mortal form. “And it has never been you, or Sparda, or even that disposable and pathetic vessel you spoke of as your love. Their one and only Master - is me.”

“You’ve really,… gone too far this time!” Dante said as he struggled with his wound.

“Worry not. The pain shall soon pass. You will rest in peace.” The elder brother calmly spoke as his eyes suddenly widened. He held up one arm and stopped another Devil as it stealthily charged towards him.

The blue - winged Devil with long white hair struggled as he tried to escape Vergil’s grasp, choking and turning back to his human form,…

“Nero,…” Vergil acknowledged the boy as he watched him suffer. “Even with your awakened state, you are still useless. What a waste of great power.”

“HE’S YOUR SON!” Dante yelled as he fell once more to the ground.

Nero stopped struggling as he looked at the cold, white - haired man who was choking him to death.

All of a sudden, he remembered the mysterious words she told him,…

“Can you say, that’s impossible?”

“T - that’s i - imp - possible!” Nero breathed, unable to believe the plain and painful truth.

And it seemed nothing to Vergil, who gained absolute power and lost his entire humanity in the process.

“My son,… means nothing to me!” He exclaimed as he brought down the boy to the ground with the full intention of breaking him like glass.

Then, he heard it. He heard her whispering to him,…

“Master,…”

“Cassandra?” Vergil muttered.

“It has begun,…”

“What will - ?”

Cassandra took hold of Vergil’s mind, showing him visions of the future,…

… of the true enemy rising up in vengeance, of the total annihilation of humanity,…

… of the world’s end,…

As soon as Cassandra left his mind, Vergil saw, in utter denial and horror, how the massive heart of the Dreadnought exploded, splattering thick red liquid everywhere and gushing out the same substance on the floor like a waterfall.

And inside Shinano Musashi’s heart was the form of a naked girl who looked so much like that disposable vessel the Sisters of Fate chose for him.

The girl opened her eyes, revealing her pitch - black pupils like they were void of life. Her sight adjusted, and when she glanced down to the ground, ignoring Vergil and Shadow, she saw Dante, Nero, and,…

“S - sister?” The girl uttered, her voice sounding off and broken, like her throat was mutilated. “S - sist - ter,…”

Sister? Vergil thought as the girl made her way to (Y/N). Is she (Y/N)’s - ?!

“She was the most beautiful girl in the world, and everybody adored her. She,… died,… to save me, V.”

She’s dead! How could she - ?!

The girl looked down at her sister’s dying form, and when she finally realized what truly happened, her form suddenly changed, with dark scales growing on her pale and perfect skin and three pairs of equally dark wings sprouting out of her back.

The girl - a demonic figure now - howled in agony as a pair of long, twisted horns protruded out of her head. She screamed like this for nearly a minute, and when her transformation into a full Demon was finally complete, she flew up to the sky with unbelievable speed.

Vergil, Dante, and Nero helplessly watched as the sky turned dark.

Moments later, multiple crimson lasers rained down from the clouds, landing on the ground and annihilating everything within its reach.

Killing innocents in the process,…

This,… is not,… written! Vergil exclaimed in his mind as he called back Shadow and morphed again into the light being, leaving Dante and Nero and escaping just in time when the Dreadnought started crumbling and descending from the sky.

I must go to Fleminger! He thought hysterically as the massive genocide ensued. He knows what to do!

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #chapter 24 #run #rabbit #revised

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sweet-like-the-ocean · 6 years ago

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Who Are You? Why Am I here?

Hello lovely people! I am here with part two of my short story!! Yes!! Part two already!!!! Ha! I really hope you enjoy! I’m going to tag more people to hopefully get this going! Any comments would be greatly appreciated! Thank you! <3

Tagging: @betelgeusetheunnatural @phanicatthemourge @ben-hargreeves-official @peterisspidermanconfirmed @hope-katz-official @umbrellaacademyroleplays @comic-five-hargreeves-official @peter-parker-offical @leg-stealing-bee @legstealingbee

Nico looked a little confused. "I-I'm confused. Why is her name Eleven?" El was practically hiding behind Mike. "Papa." "What she means, is that he dad was mean to her. Like, really mean. He shaved her head and she never learned to talk properly. She has a lot of problems with people." El tapped Mike's shoulder. "Yeah, El?" "5-1-5. Home." She tapped his watch.

"Shit! Hopper is going to kill me!" He hopped on his bike. "I'll be right back." With that, him and El were off. Nico looked at Will. "Please, for the love of gods, can you tell us where we are?" Will smiled. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You're in Hawkins, Indian." Percy looked around. "How did we end up in that place?" He took Annabeth's hand. She nodded. "I... honestly have no idea. I got there because the demogorgon took me." Everyone but Nico looked at Will like he was crazy. "It's from a game called Dungeons & Dragons." "Oh! Jazz plays that sometimes." Sadie, looked all around her. "Carter? How did we get there? I swore I did the portal right..." Carter and Sadie had their own conversation. Percy was asking Annabeth if she was hurt at all. He looked at Will. "Hey, do you know if there is any water around?" "Uh, yeah. Right down there." Will pointed down a hill. Percy nodded. "Anyone else hurt?" Everyone shook their heads. "Okay. Let's go, Annabeth." A few minutes later Mike came back. "Sorry that took so long. The reason I had to leave is El's dad is still looking for her." Nico just nodded. Carter and Sadie walked over. "Hey, Mike?" Sadie looked a little sad. "Yes?" He looked at her. She held out her hand. "I'm Sadie Kane, and this is my brother, Carter. I know we don't look alike so don't say anything." All of a sudden Dustin came running. "Mike!!! Mike! It's Troy! He-He followed me! Run!" He came up panting. By this point Percy and Annabeth walked back up. "Something about a bully?" Percy asked. Dustin nodded. "Yeah." He was panting. Percy saw this 'bully' in the distance and just waited. "Seaweed Brain, what are you doing?" Annabeth was worried he would get hurt. He waved behind him. "It's-It's, Wise Girl." "Well well well. If it isn't Frog-Face and Toothless." Troy saw Percy. "Who are you?" "My name is Percy Jackson. I am the son Poseidon. Back off." Troy laughed. "Who the hell are you?" Percy relaxed. "D-Dude... I just told you." All of a sudden Troy was lifted into the air, slightly. "What the hell?!" "Leave!" El was back, this time with a bloddy nose. "O-O-Okay!" Troy also peed his pants. El let him down and he ran away. El ran to Mike's arms. "El! What are you doing here?" "Michel Wheeler! I have told you she can't leave! What if Brenner finds her?!" Hopper came up, holding his gun, "Who are you?!" He was talking to Nico, Percy, Annabeth, Carter, and Sadie. "Percy Jackson." "Annabeth Chase." "Nico Di Angelo." "Carter Kane." "Sadie Kane." "How did you get here?" Hopper put his gun away. "Portal," Sadie and Carter said together. "Shadow-travel," Nico said. Hopper looked around and sighed. "Look. Just get going." Everyone nods and leaves, leaving Mike, Will, Dustin, El, and Hopper. Hopper sighed. "I'll take you kids home."

#stranger things #percy jackson #sadie kane #carter kane #the kane chronicles #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth #jim hopper #stranger things hopper #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #will byers #nico di angelo

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kadmeread · 6 years ago

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Not Over Yet - Chapter 1: A New Pantheon

If anyone is interested, I decided to redo this story, it is currently published under my account on fanfiction.net (kadmeread) there as well. But I thought I might publish this new version on here and AO3 (same username again) as well to hopefully get it out there. Please let me know what you think!

So this story is a PJO/HOO/TOA crossed over with MCGA. Set after Burning Maze and during Ship of the Dead. Basically the summary goes along the lines of; Jason's confused. Where the hell is he? This isn't Elysium...and there are Norse gods now?

Chapter 1: A New Pantheon

So I finally did it, I died. Now I’ve been close to dying before, I’ve even actually died for a minute, but I never expected to go so soon. When I did go I expected to wake up in the Underworld, on my way to be judged. I would hope that I would get judged worthy of Elysium, but it's hard to tell sometimes. Anyway, I did not expect to be holding the hand of a girl riding what looked like a venti. As I started to show signs of being awake she dropped me on this lawn. It was connected to this really large building, like Olympus sized. As I was looking around, the doors opened and I was addressed.

“Ahh, you’re early, oh well come on in Mr Grace.”

The guy who spoke had on a doorman’s uniform, but the rest of him contradicted the welcoming look. He had a distinctly viking like look, with the wild hair and beard. He had a large double bladed axe at this side and his hand hovered over it threateningly. I decided it would probably be the best idea to do what he said as I still wasn’t even sure if I was dead.

As I walked towards him I noticed the lack of pain, in theory I shouldn’t have even been able to walk, even if I had survived. But I couldn’t even feel any of the various wounds I knew I had gotten. When I looked down at myself I saw no sign of the wounds, I also noted that I was in my Camp Jupiter t-shirt, and IVLIVS was in my jeans pocket. I thought this was odd as I knew I had been using it when I died.

The doorman looked at me impatiently, “Well hurry it up,” he said. “You can’t hang out over there all day, we have other new arrivals expected after all.”

I sped up slightly and tried to work pout what exactly had actually happened. I had been fighting Caligula…Piper and Meg and Apollo had been there fighting with me…Oh gods, the Sybil’s prophecy…it had come true...I had died, I was now dead. I felt the weight of this realisation settle upon me. If I was dead then…

“Where am I?” I demanded. I was confident that this wasn’t any part of the Greco-Roman Underworld. Between Percy, and Nico, and Annabeth, and Hazel, and even Thalia, I knew what it all looked and felt like and smelt like. It was kind of sad that most of my friends could describe the entire Underworld to me like going there was an everyday thing.

The guy’s eyes softened, I really needed to get a name for him.

“All in good time lad,” he said, “For now let’s get you checked in.” He put a hand on my back and guided me in.

The foyer was larger than I expected considering the outside appearance, sure the building seemed tall, but large? Nope. I was no architecture expert like Annabeth, but I was pretty confident that it was physically impossible for the foyer to be this big without magic. The walls were covered in polished Viking shields, the floor almost reminded me of how Percy had described Diana’s tent; (that was a story, he was the only man to have gained her respect in centuries) covered in the pelts of various animals, including what appeared to be a dragon skin. On the right wall a large hearth crackled, I bowed my head towards it, Vesta probably wasn’t there but you never know, and she would always have my respect. There were pictures and statues of wolves scattered around the room, which I greatly appreciated, wolves always did make me feel at home after being raised by Lupa.

I found what appeared to be a reception desk and headed over there. Another guy who unless my dyslexia was acting up was called Helgi said “Welcome to Hotel Valhalla, here is your room key, it’s a suite.”

I had no idea what was going on so I decided the best idea was to ask this guy. “Ah...thanks, I guess? Where am I? This isn;t part of the Underworld is it?”

Helgi’s eyes crinkled “No, you are now in Valhalla, the home of the valiant warriors who shall fight in Ragnarok. Congratulations. In Midgard we are in Boston. Your Valkyrie should be by soon to answer any other questions you might have. Hunding…” He glanced at the other guy, well I knew his name now, “Can you please escort Mr Grace here to his room on Floor 19?”

Hunding nodded and gestured to a door through which I could hear the shouts and metal clanging. “Right this was Mr Grace.”

I shifted uncomfortably, I might not be like Thalia and have completely renounced our last name but I wasn’t used to it being constantly used. “Please, call me Jason.”

He looked at me strangely for a second before nodding.

After we went through the door, we came upon a lounge. We were walking through the lounge to the door on the other side, when a guy about my age came in. I noticed him because he wasn’t really bothering to try and avoid the weapons, nobody else really was, but he also wasn’t joining in on the shouting or other games going on. He appeared to be looking for someone. It became obvious who he was looking for when he came over and started up a conversation with Hunding. I stood there awkwardly for 5 minutes as Hunding had forgotten about me for his conversation. Eventually the other guy gave Hunding what looked like some chocolate before noticing me for the first time. He gave a start and looked me up and down before smiling at me and asking Hunding.

“Who’s the new guy?”

Hunding glanced at me and replied “Jason Grace, just came in today. He’s actually going to be your new neighbour.”

“Really? Cool…” he nodded at me “You’ll have the corridor to yourself soon.” He told me before turning back to Hunding, “Would you me to show him around until Sam gets here, I’m guessing he’s one of hers? I know Helgi will have a bunch of other jobs for you to do.”

Hunding beamed at that, “Yeah he’s one of Samirah’s, and I’d really appreciate it thanks Magnus, you’re a star.”

Magnus turned towards me as Hunding walked off. As I got a good look at him, his eyes startled me, they were the same steel grey as Annabeth’s although they were a lot friendlier, that girl was scary.

“Hi,” he said, “I’m Magnus, welcome to Valhalla.” He held out his hand for me to shake.

I took it saying “Thanks, Jason Grace.”

He looked down at my arm and noticed my tattoo, I had forgotten about it. I wanted to ask about his reaction as he almost seems to recognise it but he forestalled me by asking, “So what impressively heroic feat did you do to end up here?”

As I turned to follow him as we got into an elevator to go up to my new floor I told him, “Umm...I got stabbed in the back with a spear.”

He winced “Ouch, I know how that feels.”

He seemed to be a good person to ask what the Hades was going on. “So,” I continued, “What exactly is Valhalla?”

He looked uncomfortable, “I’m probably not the best person to explain this, but basically it’s the Norse afterlife for those who died heroically with a weapon in hand.”

“Ok…” I decided that until I was sure what the Hades was going on I wouldn’t mention that I’m in the wrong afterlife. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t meant to go to the Norse afterlife instead of the Underworld.

After standing in an awkward silence for a few seconds the elevator finally arrived at floor 19. Magnus told me all about my new neighbours as we passed their rooms. “So this is Halfborn’s room, he’s your typical Viking; big, hairy, thickheaded, good to have on your side in a fight. He and Mallory are in an on again off again relationship, so tread carefully there, I think they aren’t currently together. That’s T.J’s room, he was a soldier in the Civil War. He fought with the Union and is obsessed with hills, I think it’s a Civil War thing.”

I nodded, “I have a friend whose grandmother was a slave, she wasn’t happy to hear that my forebears were Confederates.”

Magnus nodded, “Yeah probably best not to mention that to T.J either. Anyway that’s Mallory’s room, she’s Irish and has the brogue to match. Don’t get on her bad side, her knives are always sharp.” I thought that she sounded kind of like Annabeth and noted to be careful where I stepped with her.

I then pointed to a door which had Alex Fierro and a snake like symbol on it and asked, “What about him?”

Magnus hesitated before answering, “That’s Alex’s room...she’s genderfluid, so be careful what you say about her.”

I nodded absorbing that information, “Sorry about that, almost sounds like you have a crush on her.”

Magnus looked kind of panicked “What?! No...she’s just...cool. Anyway, you're here beside me.” He hurriedly pointed to the next door.

I looked at the door for my new home. It was purple and orange, reminding me of the two camps. Magnus looked queasy at the colour choices but it made me feel nostalgic for my cabin on the Argo, it’s door had been the exact same, all the doors had all been like that, in order to remind us what we were fighting for. I opened the door and was transported to the lounge of the Argo, it even had the Camp Half Blood video walls, but it also had Camp Jupiter ones as well.

“How did they do this?” I asked in awe, wandering around.

Magnus grinned and said “Magic, it takes your best memories and recreates them to make you feel at home here. My rooms have a tree. What’s the reasoning behind yours, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Uhh…” I said as I caught sight of the Superman poster in my bedroom, that Leo had hung in my room in the Argo as a joke. “This is the lounge area from a cruise I went on with some of my friends and family. The video walls were created by a genius friend of mine, they show videos of the summer camps we went to, we all met at them.”

“Wow,” he said looking at some photos. “Are these your friends?”

I joined him and picked up one of the photos, which had me, the rest of the Seven and Nico and Reyna in it. We had taken the photo in Epirus, so Percy and Annabeth were still looking a little the worse for wear, but we were all ecstatic to have survived to close the Doors of Death and to have Annabeth and Percy back with us.

I felt close to crying, “Yeah, those are my friends, this one has all of us who went on the cruise and a couple of others who flew out to join us, we’re in Epirus, which is in Greece. That’s Nico,” I pointed as I named them and described them for Magnus. “The goth looking boy, he’s my cousin along with Percy and Hazel. Reyna, we grew up together, she’s one of my best friends, she’s amazing, a natural leader and very strong in all ways. Frank, he's a beast man, I didn’t really know him all that well when we first went on the cruise, but now he’s a good friend. He’s also a distant cousin of Percy’s I think. Hazel, she’s Nico’s half sister, and the sweetest thing alive. She and frank are together and adorable about it. Then it’s Annabeth, she’s crazy smart, and super scary.” Magnus smiled at that for some reason, but I carried on. “When I first met her, she was looking for her boyfriend and thought I might know where he was. She scared the heebie jeebies out of me, when she stalked up to me demanding to know where he was. We’re close now though, my older sister practically raised her as a kid. Next is Percy, Annabeth’s boyfriend, he’s kinda the leader of our group of friends, but he’s really cool, we’re bros. He and Annabeth had just got back from a really hard tramp, which is why they weren’t looking so good. Then it’s Piper, we’re best friends, at the time this photo was taken, we were together, but she broke up with me later because she felt it wasn’t working. Her mum pushed her into it, her mum is a crazy matchmaker and really ships Percy and Annabeth together. Then it’s me, and then it’s my boy, Leo the Supersized McShizzle, he’s annoying and a bit of a jokester, but we’ve been through a lot together. He decided to go AWOL for a bit, and I only just found out where he was.” I choked back a sob, “We were about to see each other again too, when I died. Oh, and this…” I picked up another photo. “Is Thalia, my sister, she had only just found me again before we went on that cruise. My stepmother decided to raise me, and then Thalia ran away because our mum was abusive, and she didn’t even know I was alive. Gods she’s going to be devastated when she hears…” I trailed off lost in thought of all the friends and family that I had lost, and Magnus quietly slipped out the door behind me.

I hope you enjoyed! Please do let me know what you think, and I’ll try and get the next chapter up soon hopefully. Redoing this in part was me trying to get past writer’s block on some of my other projects, but if you guys ever want feel free to send in prompts or requests for me to write, it’s always nice to get feedback etc.

#percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #jason grace #magnus chase #the burning maze #the ship of the dead

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madara-fate · 7 years ago

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Now that Darling in the Franxx is over, could you rank the characters from least to most favorite and why? as well as your opinions about the endgames.

I guess I’ll just stick to the characters from the main group. In which case:

10. Miku - She definitely had the least focus out of all of them and I therefore had the least reason to really care much about her. During the few times where she did get some attention, she didn’t really resonate with me. She just seemed like the typical tsundere with pigtails, and that’s unfortunate considering how a certain other girl with pigtails from an earlier anime by Studio Trigger…

Was by far the best thing about the show, bar none. Nico was absolutely amazing in Kiznaiver (and not just because of how adorable she was!!!), and Miku just kinda disappointed me in comparison.

9. Futoshi - I had nothing to really say about him prior to episode 11, and then during said episode he annoyed me with his possessive clingyness and his primitive ideals about how the worst thing a man could possibly do is to hurt a girl because that’s just completely untrue, and overly chivalrous sentiments such as this just annoy me, but I digress. He showed a lot of growth following this, but I just wish we got to see more of him and Ikuno interacting as partners, because they weren’t ever really depicted as “partners”, but more like two people who just happened to operate the same FranXX. That was rather disappointing, because I feel like two people who were as different as Ikuno and Futoshi could have made for a very interesting dynamic.

8. Hiro - I won’t call him bland, but I just didn’t find him interesting at all. He had a few good quotes here and there, with perhaps one of my favourite quotes in the whole show coming in episode 21 where Hiro said “I don’t live to fight anymore, I’m going to fight to live”. That was a very good line for him and was very applicable to all of them. But overall I just found Hiro to be rather “meh”.

7. Kokoro - I liked how as the show went on, she grew out of her shell and stopped hiding behind a smiling face that just went along with whatever her peers desired. She began to be more assertive, both in regards to voicing her opinions and in her romantic advances towards Mitsuru (a lot of which was actually influenced by him from their talks in the greenhouse), and this was nice to see. She obviously didn’t go about voicing her desire to partner with Mitsuru in the best way because she broke her promise with Futoshi in the process, but she acknowledged this and didn’t make excuses for her actions, which was commendable. She followed her heart and actively went after what she wanted, which in itself is admirable considering how they were brought up.

6. Ichigo - She was a character that intrigued me because I was always interested to see how she’d react to certain situations. I found her to be a good balance; she wasn’t the standard tsundere like Miku, she wasn’t the standard “waifu” like Kokoro, and she wasn’t quiet and reserved like Ikuno. I found this balance to be very appealing, and I think this balance of her character was what made her a good leader. She obviously made a few mistakes during episode 14, but what transpired during said episode was every bit Hiro and Zero Two’s fault as it was her’s, and her actions were very understandable under the circumstances, so I never held any sort of grudge. Besides, she then demonstrated a lot of character in the ensuing episodes, so it’s all good.

5. Zero Two - She was the character that added the “spice” to the series, which is always a plus in my book. She was unpredictable and captivating, which always made for high quality viewing and entertainment, and she ticked the box which I always find the most important when determining how much I like a character - their ability to retain my interest and attention. There were instances in which she irritated me though, such as in episode 14 where rather than simply clarifying to Ichigo that her outlook on Hiro had changed after discovering that he was the darling from her past, she instead decided to continue acting like she didn’t care and that Hiro was still expendable to her, which was what caused Ichigo to act obnoxiously stubborn in the first place:

That was utterly stupid on her part… But I digress. Zero Two was undoubtedly the heart and soul of the show. She made the show what it was.

4. Zorome - Towards the beginning of the show, I never would have imagined that he and Mitsuru would end up becoming two of my favourite characters, because they were both such pricks, lol. But I guess character development is a great thing eh? Like Miku, he didn’t really get too much focus, but unlike Miku, the focus that he did get resonated with me very much. Once you get past the brash exterior, you can see how much of a caring person he can be, with a good example being when he shed tears for Futoshi because he was so worried about his friend’s health in episode 16. I really wish that his fascination with being an adult could have been explored further, because episode 10 was very interesting. His conversation with the unnamed elderly woman caught my attention greatly, not least because Zorome found her to be inexplicably familiar. Alas, this was never really touched upon again, which is a shame. That plot point had a lot of potential.

3. Ikuno - With her, I always felt that there was so much more to her beneath that stoic facade, but as the episodes went by I felt that it grew increasingly less likely that she’d reach the potential that she had as a character. Thankfully, the 2nd half of the show showcased Ikuno in a really powerful fashion. Her confession to Ichigo was so well done because the manner in which she explained herself was just so understandable, saying things like how frustrated she felt that the boys were able to ride with her just because of their gender, which is something she could obviously do nothing about. I just found myself nodding the entire way through, and following this, she undoubtedly became one of the MVPs of the group. I don’t think the importance of the research that she conducted following Hiro and Zero Two’s separation from the group can be stressed enough. Hopefully she spent the remainder of her days happy with Naomi by her side, it’d be no less than she deserves.

2. Goro - If there was ever a character who remained consistently great throughout the entire duration of a show, Goro would be up there. He and Ikuno were the only two characters who never annoyed me once throughout the whole show, not even a little bit. But what puts Goro above Ikuno for me was that he was a great character from start to finish, whereas Ikuno took a while to get there. There wasn’t much development to speak of with him, but when you start off great, then this isn’t exactly a requirement. He was the constant voice of reason for the group; he was that safety net which assured you that no matter how mental the group may act, Goro would always be there to bring them back down to earth, and I really appreciated that.

1. Mitsuru - This guy was development personified, seriously. His transformation from the difficult and pompous person he was at the beginning, to the kind and compassionate person he became later on was astounding :

It was essentially like watching two completely different characters. A lot of his development can be owed to Kokoro, because much like how he helped her break out of her shell by influencing her to speak her mind and become more assertive, she helped him recover from his self loathing as a pilot, and through her unwavering belief in him, he was able to regain the belief in himself. And in doing so, his conceited attitude began to wane, and in it’s place emerged a bundle of fluff who would become “Papa No.1″.

As for the endgames, the pairings were to be expected. I couldn’t be certain of whether a relationship would be canonised between the Goro-Ichigo-Ikuno triangle, but I have no issues with the conclusion.

The reincarnation thing with Hiro and Zero Two understandably caused a lot of controversy but I had no real problems with it to be honest. Maybe because I had already resigned myself to accepting the likelihood that the two of them wouldn’t be getting the standard “happy” ending, long before episode 24. This made it a lot easier for me to accept the ending for what it was, and appreciate the journey that all of them had gone through during the course of the show:

Still though, even without Hiro and Zero Two’s story concluding in a standard happy ending, they were at least able to have a second chance to spend their lives together in peace and happiness, without the hindrances that came with being nurtured in a dystopian state where you’re bred to pilot and nothing more.

#Darling in the FranXX #Nico Niiyama

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toonstarterz · 6 years ago

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BECAUSE I’M NOT POPULAR, I’LL READ WATAMOTE: CHAPTER #141

The first half of Golden Week is over, and Tomoko has found herself the object of “platonic" affection for four different suitors. And as our intrepid heroine muses over the which of them to pursue, out of nowhere comes the dark horse. Once thought to be missing in action, this little girl, having been there since the very beginning, threatens to overtake the competition in one psychotic swoop.

Chapter 141: Because I’m Not Popular, I’ll Go to School with Kii-chan

The things that Stuffed Yuu-chan and Pals have seen...

Ah, the classic Introvert Burnout. I had a feeling Tomoko would be drained after having what may have been the most socially stressful time of her life. Not simply for being social, but for how much she had to navigate as a fish out of water. Each “date” involved a new experience for Tomoko to address, and that much effort at once can be really exhausting for a layabout like her.

That my friend is what we in the TvTropes community call, “Tempting Fate”.

Heeeeeere’s Kii-chan!

Can’t even begin to tell you how much I love this entrance. We all know who Kii-chan is. But even those outside of the loop would get a feel for who she is. Adorable and sweet-natured, but disturbing due to an apparent lack of negative emotions (even when appropriate). Ah, Kii-chan, it’s been far too long.

Nothing to say here, really. Just think it’s a particularly lovely picture of Tomoko.

Because the popularity of a manga series is largely dependent on real-time reception, it’s very common for mangakas to add new, “popular” characters, or give the spotlight to characters who’ve been out of focus. Watamote is no exception. It may seem contrived to bring Kii-chan back after being gone for a while, but it works here because it relies on Kii-chan’s character to it, instead of a series of implausible plot developments. Kii-chan is just considerate of her cousin’s schedule–that’s all we need.

The first hint of Tomoko’s reawakening as the role model onee-chan.

One of the perks of being a sporadically-appearing character is that you can really see just much the art style has evolved since the character’s last appearance. For Kii-chan, she hasn’t really changed much design-wise other than being a little taller. But even then, the linework is much cleaner and consistent this time around, which compliments the more “everyday slice-of-life” approach Watamote’s been embracing.

If only she could grow a nose.

The best thing about this type of censorship is that you don’t necessarily have to understand what's being censored. All you really need is a bit of context to put the pieces together. The outlines are detailed enough that we can see the characters as some kind of humanoids with animal features. And given what we know about Kii-chan, it makes perfect sense.

Y-Yeah, I...I’ve totally heard of that show.

Other than the whole Ucchi situation (which is slowly becoming an unintentional blessing), this is the last of the misunderstandings that still needs resolving. It’ll be hard, though, since this particular issue isn’t that troublesome. For now...

Look at that platonic sibling bonding.

Perhaps I’ve been conditioned by manga/anime, but I find it refreshing how Watamote has managed to develop the Kuroki siblings’ relationship while avoiding any incestual subtext. Lots of series oversell the sibling relationship by having them be overly affectionate and clingy. With Watamote, their bond feels organic because they don’t have to be touchy-feely. An unspoken quality time is all there is to it.

It’s hard to get a read on Tomoko’s emotions here, but at the very least, she seems troubled. It could very well be that Tomoko just realized that she’s changing in regards to the media she consumes. The former her would’ve probably jumped on the Kemono Friends bandwagon, but the reality is, Tomoko’s otaku interests are being compromised by the mainstream, at least as mainstream as rap battles get.

But the kicker is...she realizes this change isn’t all that bad.

Of course, nothing beats watching anime with your psychotic cousin.

The whole “pet-sitting” relationship they have here is a tricky one since each side is trying to accommodate the other based on “flaws” that don’t exist (or no longer exist). This usually results in an endless cycle of misunderstandings that lead to nowhere, but this confusion has transcended that cycle to develop into a progression of sorts. Similar to the Ucchi situation, the absurdity became so frequent that it just became reality. One that each side has been influenced greatly from.

With her constantly adorable face, you forget that Kii-chan is a middle-schooler and is therefore old enough to know about things like sex and perversion. Like Yuu-chan, she may look innocent, and while she was aware of such things as a kid, she didn’t really get it until they approached high-school age.

You know, I read this really good manga called Kaguya-sama: Love is War (shameless plug, I know), and they actually had a chapter about a rap battle a while back. Given that both series tend to be up-to-date on contemporary trends, it makes me wonder...has rap suddenly become a hot thing in Japan? Or has it always had its niche audience?

I’m sure many fans knew that this was going to be an inevitable development whenever Kii-chan showed up again. Unlike Tomoko’s school friends, Kii-chan wasn’t there to see the slow, gradual growth of Tomoko’s character, so it must have hit her like a ton of bricks to see her precious onee-chan go from helpless loner to mature teen in the blink of an eye.

Sometimes I wonder just how pitiful Kii-chan thought Tomoko really was...

Why would you censor Disneyland now of all times?

Those of us who were clamoring to get close-ups of the photos taken in the Disneyland arc finally get their wish.

The Kowarith photo is my favorite, even though two-thirds of the people in it are faking their asses off. While that may be my personal bias towards the Tomoko-Yoshida-Yuri trio, I think it reflects a better sense of kinship between the girls. The effort is there, phony as it is, to support each other in an awkward situation, which is fundamentally what the series is all about.

The assumedly Fireworks photo is also pleasing, make no mistake. You can definitely feel more genuine emotions (or lack thereof) being expressed than in the other photo. But this focuses more on the individual than how they work as a collective group, despite there being more people. The girls ultimately look like six different colored Skittles–part of the same package, but each unique.

Could this be the start of Kii-chan revitalizing her perception of Tomoko as a super popular girl? I sure hope so.

How ironic. Kii-chan’s perspective of Tomoko is starting to grow ever so gradually on the upside, whereas Tomoko’s perspective of Kii-chan grows more and more negative.

Hang on, is that supposed to be some fake Dragonite shirt? Neat.

At this point, people assuming that Yoshida as some kind of punk based on her looks is a dead horse of an issue. Some stereotypes exist for a reason, I suppose.

I see your game, Nico Tanigawa, using a deliberately vague line about “two girls” to make your readers overanalyze a single panel. All I have to say to that is that I am completely and utterly guilty.

One of the girls is probably Yuri, if only because she’s the only girl to appear in both photos. As for the second girl, your guess is as good as mine. I’m inclined to say Ucchi because if Kii-chan only has their appearances to go on, then Ucchi and her emoji-face make quite the impression.

I’m getting Yuu-chan vibes here with the way Kii-chan phrases half-insults with a friendly demeanor.

+ 1 TO THE HAREM.

Kii-chan is definitely that relative you leave a self-imposed boundary on. Fine in small doses, like at parties and family gatherings, but long-term exposure is unhealthy for the brain. This isn’t even a wholly exaggerated fantasy on Tomoko’s part. Okay, the eating bit is a little much, but given that Kii-chan allegedly dreams about treating Tomoko like a pet, the latter is right to be a little concerned.

There needs to be an AU one-shot of Tomoko, Tomoki, and Kii all going to the same school at the same time. Right. Now.

I do appreciate that despite Kii-chan’s deteriorating sanity, Tomoko doesn’t view her as a lost cause and even tries to put a positive spin on it. Reconciliation Arc is a-go!

Did Kii-chan really have that big of a growth spurt, or has Tomoko just reached her peak in height? Not sure how far the genetics will go, but Kii-chan becoming taller than Tomoko is only going to make her even more intimidating.

This little scheme of hers is definitely reflective of the “old” Tomoko, but there’s a nice reversal going on here. Instead of Tomoko trying to make things sound cooler than they actually are, she’s trying to make things seem worse. Of course, Murphy’s Tomoko’s Law states that anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. Especially if Tomoko wants it to go right.

Ah, Ogino. The only character whose relationship with Tomoko has remained relatively unchanged despite indirectly having the most impact on Tomoko’s life.

Better update her Wiki page now.

It’s pretty telling how it’s these two who cause Tomoko the most grief. It’s not the delinquent who routinely bashes her face in, not the pervert(s) lusting after her little brother, and not the otaku who passive-aggressively teases her. As for why, I think it boils down to the fact that Ogino and Kii-chan challenge her comfort zone the most. It also doesn’t help that Tomoko doesn’t interact with them as often as the others, so she hasn’t really had the time to get desensitized by them.

This freakin’ teacher, man.

The second worst part of Ogino’s “help” is that she never actually lies. Sure, she exaggerates to hell and back, but it’s always loosely based in reality, like some cheap movie adaptation of a best-selling novel.

But the worst part of it is...you can’t hate Ogino for it. Her personal assessment may be founded on largely suspect reasons, but it’s still an honest assessment. I have no doubts that Ogino really is proud of Tomoko, and that’s exactly why she’s the best worst teacher.

That’s true. If Ogino gave that spiel to people like Hijirisawa or Hatsushiba–y’know, people who don’t know her as well–they might actually buy that crap. But people who know Tomoko like Yuri or Nemo, people like us, can tell that Ogino’s sugarcoating the whole thing. Kii-chan, with her terrifying skill for knowing too much, is no exception.

Ah, I see. This is one of those put-all-the-secondary-characters-who-we-haven’t-seen-in-a-while-into-one-chapter chapters.

Can’t complain, though. I like Itou.

“Or something” can also be translated as “lust after Tomoki”.

We don’t really have much to go on for how Itou views Tomoko, but I think it’s reasonable to think that she may not see her in that good of a light. Not only did Tomoko give off a weird impression when she played off the whole fist bump thing, but Itou’s “powers of perception” probably made her aware of Tomoko and Komiyama’s frenemy-ship, hence her “warning” that Komiyama was around.

The Inherent Awkwardness of Second-hand Relationships: The Life of Tomoko.

Betcha’ no one saw this interaction coming. Whether it’ll lead to anything more remains to be seen. Itou’s still got the whole “friendship potential” going on with Futaki, but given that she has the tolerance to BFF Komiyama, I see no reason why she can’t befriend a psycho like Kii-chan.

That desire to “loudly blow” is Kii-chan’s inner demons screeching out in desperation for release. I pity the fool who unleashes the beast.

That does sound like your typical amateur definition of a psychopath, doesn’t it?

For the record, I don’t actually believe Kii-chan is a psychopath, despite the jokes I made. There are way too many moments that discredit such a claim. Now, if you were to accuse Kii-chan as being some sort of deviant (sexual or otherwise) I might see that. But ultimately, I think Kii-chan was just a victim of having her innocence shattered too fast and too soon, which made her more, uh, crafty than Tomoko could handle.

Man, it’s been a long time while since we last saw Dicky-chan, hasn’t it? Hope we get to see more of her (and Sayaka, for that matter) after this chapter.

I love how even when she’s collecting masturbation material, Komiyama has to hold her camera phone all lady-like. If the term “purevert” ever needed a concrete definition, this girl would be it.

Main Character privileges, that’s why.

Get. The. FUCK. Out. Of. Here.

With each subsequent appearance, Komiyama’s standard for what constitutes a bitch primed to steal away her Tomoki-kun falls hilariously lower. It’s not enough that a girl in their class makes two seconds of eye contact with him, nosiree. Any girl with an inkling of a relationship with Tomoko is not immune, even if it’s his own damn cousin. Granted, I don’t think Komiyama would be so pathetically scummy as to confront Kii-chan about it like she did to Yoshida.

...I hope.

“Best friends” may be stretching it now that we’ve gotten this far in the series. However, there is one aspect of Tomoko and Komiyama’s relationship that triumphs over all the others:

Absolute candidness. Even now, the only one who gets to see the complete, raw package that is Tomoko Kuroki is Komi-something. While Tomoko has made substantial friendships with the likes of Yuri, Nemo, and Katou, Tomoko still restrains herself just a tad lest she pushes them away. It’s only with Komi that Tomoko bears her full ugliness, which I think has developed into some freakish level of respect/understanding that none of the others can claim.

Damn, even the bishounen dude gets to make an appearance. All we need know is Lethal Chef Girl to make a cameo and I’m set.

Nope. Any game is an away game when your “harem” shows up to cheer you on.

A few people have expressed discontent with how the chapter seems to end so abruptly, and it’s a fair criticism. It may be the lack of a “Next time...” tagline throwing people off, but while this chapter indeed ends at an odd point, it’s not that unprecedented. Some of the previous chapters ended this way, like that time Komi was all “Oi!” at Yoshida at the cafeteria, which indicates that this chapter is likely one of those series-of-vignettes that also doubles as a build-up chapter.

On a positive note, while the chapter does feel prematurely ended, how the next chapter plays out if it is connected to this one is sure to be a surprise.

#watamote #watamote review #chapter 141 #no matter how i look at it it's you guys' fault i'm not popular!#tomoko kuroki #kiko satozaki #ogino #itou #kotomi komiyama #akari iguchi #tomoki kuroki #that one bishounen dude #review

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How to Handle a Nico: Sleepshirt Swap

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~1.4k Rating: T’ish Time Frame: Some time during Maki’s 2nd year and Nico’s 4th year in college. Story Arc: Stand Alone

List of all HtHaN scenes

Author’s Note: After writing about both sleepshirts, I decided I wanted an illustration to accompany them. It was just supposed to be a nice little visual but on seeing noelclover’s rough sketch the idea for this scene came to mind.

Edit: The pic has been completed!

“Welcome home!” Nico called from the stove as she heard the door open, unsure who would be arriving first from among Maki, Nozomi or Eli, but not caring.

“I’m back.” The subdued voice of her girlfriend replied.

“Hey, Maki-chan!” The raven-haired girl greeted the redhead entering the kitchen. “How were classes?”

“Ughn…” Maki grunted, tossing her bookbag onto the table.

“That good, huh?”

“Mmmm…” The younger girl moved toward her girlfriend.

Knowing exactly what was coming, Nico braced herself for impact. Sure enough, arms slipped around her waist and a chin plopped down on her shoulder. Nico had known Maki was a creature of habit for years, but now that they were dating and they saw each other more often, she was seeing firsthand how strongly the younger girl clung to the routines she formed.

This wasn’t to say Maki was incapable of being spontaneous or doing something different from time to time, but more often than not, it was at the suggestion of someone else. That said, as Nico tilted her head up for the incoming kiss, she was reminded just how much she enjoyed these little rituals.

“Going to start the rice for me?” The raven-haired girl inquired as the redhead let go.

“Mmmm…” Maki replied, shuffling over to the device.

“Thanks, my dear.”

“Oh…” Maki said after a moment. “I brought something for you.”

“Oh?” Nico half turned toward her girlfriend, avoiding diverting all of her attention away from the stove. “What’s the occasion?”

“Just because.” Maki pressed the button to start the rice cooker and made her way back to the table.

“What is it?”

“This.” From her bag, she retrieved something grey.

Nico smiled as she recognized the item as her girlfriend’s old workout shirt from high school. “I thought that was my designated sleepwear when I stayed over at your place.”

“It is.” Maki nodded. “But, uhm...” she fidgeted a bit “you haven’t been staying over much lately.”

Nico laughed. “Well yeah, because you keep coming over here.”

“T-that’s because… uhm…” The younger girl fumbled for a response as her cheeks flushed.

“I know, I know. It’s because you like it here.” The older girl turned the burner down to its lowest setting and stepped over to her girlfriend. “Nico happily accepts her beloved Maki-chan’s gift.” She took the shirt, turned and held it out. “You know, I always did like the way this looked on you.”

“I like the way it looks on you now.” Maki admitted quietly.

“Why, because it’s short?”

“…” Though she didn’t respond audibly, the fact that her blush brightened by several shades told Nico everything she needed to know.

“Nico’s legs are extremely adorable, aren’t they?” The part-time idol couldn’t help teasing. “Well if you’re giving me this, then…” She grabbed her girlfriend’s hand. “C’mon, I have to give you something in return.”

“Wha? Nico-chan, th-that’s not necess…” Despite the medical student’s protests, she gave little physical resistance and let herself be led toward the other girl’s bedroom.

Nico tossed her newly gifted sleepshirt onto her bed before moving swiftly to her dresser. There, she yanked open a drawer and retrieved the item she sought. “Here we go.” She said proudly, turning to present it to her girlfriend.

“That’s…” Maki blinked in recognition.

“Yup. The shirt I lent you the first night you stayed here.” Nico grinned before something clicked in her mind. “The first night after we started dating that is.” She amended.

Maki accepted the garment and examined in her hands for a moment. It still really wasn’t anything near her normal style, however it wasn’t like she disliked it or anything. More importantly, it was something Nico had worn. The last time Maki had worn the shirt, she had been too focused on other things to really appreciate the fact that it was Nico’s. Nico’s sleepshirt…

“Thinking about changing into it now?”

“Buweehh?” Maki jolted back to reality, almost dropping the shirt in the process.

The raven-haired girl giggled. “Well, Nico is going to put hers on now.” She said, moving over to the bed. “Seeing how Maki-chan lo~ves how Nico looks in it.” She sang merrily, beginning to change. “And Nico would be su~per happy to see Maki wear her gift as well because she looks so~ cute it in. A~lmost as cute as Nico.”

“Idiot.” The redhead’s cheeks matched her hair.

“You love it.”

“Maybe…” Maki conceded, beginning to change as well.

“Tired?” Nico asked, catching her girlfriend’s yawn.

“I’m fine.” Maki responded, somewhat unconvincingly.

The couple was currently cuddling on the sofa, watching some cutesy show Nico had picked. Shortly before Nico had finished preparing dinner, Nozomi had sent them a message informing them that she and Eli would be going out with some friends from the latter’s school. Thus, with no roommates to bother them, they had decided to spend a peaceful evening simply enjoying each other’s company.

“We can shut this off and head to bed if you want.” Nico offered.

“I’m fine.” Maki insisted, shaking her head.

“Well, if you’re not interested in the movie or in going to bed…” The older girl shifted her position a bit. “Perhaps this will interest you more?” She pulled herself up and to sit sideways across Maki’s lap.

“Nico-chan?” The younger girl breathed as an arm slid around her shoulder for support.

“Hmm, this is quite comfy.” Nico commented before pulling herself forward to peck a quick kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek.

Maki responded quickly by wrapping her arms around the other girl and pulling her closer. Turning her head, she angled herself so she could kiss Nico fully on the lips.

“You know…” Nico said, pulling away for air a few moments later. “You really do look cute in pink.” She tugged playfully at the sleeve of Maki’s shirt.

Maki opened her mouth to respond but snapped it shut at the sound of the front door opening.

“We’re home.” A voice declared, a little too loud for this time of night.

Maki stiffened as her instinct insisted she disengage completely from what she was about to do with Nico. However, with her girlfriend still sitting on her lap, she couldn’t move.

Nico took note of the other girl’s reaction and rolled her eyes. Smiling, she held a finger to her lips. “Shhh.” She whispered. “Maybe they won’t notice we’re here.” She stuck out her tongue at the dubious idea.

Nonetheless, it turned out that Nico was half right as Eli stomped purposefully straight towards Nozomi’s bedroom without so much as a glance to either side. The slower moving spiritual girl, however, paused, swaying unsteadily, just before walking past the corner that would obstruct her view of the living room. Then, with a movement far more fluid than her drunken demeanor implied, she pulled her phone out of her purse.

Maki’s eyes widened in surprise and every fiber of her being wanted to shove Nico off and scramble over the back of the couch to avoid what she knew was coming. Nico, however, quickly threw up her signature gesture and winked.

Click!

“Hey, send that pic to me!” Nico called as her roommate turned to depart.

Though Nozomi gave no audible response, a few moments later, Nico’s phone buzzed on the side table. The raven-haired girl twisted to retrieve it and unlocked the screen.

“This is a pretty good shot, Maki-chan.” The ruby-eyed girl turned the screen toward eyes of amethyst. “I should print it out and frame it.”

“What? No! It’s emb…” Maki’s gaze met Nico’s. She glanced again at the picture. Nico did look adorable with her expression and pose. And she certainly liked seeing her girlfriend wearing that shirt, heck that was why she had just given it to her tonight. “Maybe…” She reached up to twirl a strand of her hair. “Maybe that would be alright. Uhm… I guess… I’ll take a copy as well.”

Nico grinned. “We can take care of that tomorrow. But for now…” She turned off the screen and let the device slide down to the carpet. “Where were we?” She smirked as she pulled herself back up so her face was only a few centimeters from Maki’s.

Maki’s eyes drifted toward the hallway.

“Oh, don’t worry about them.” Nico dismissed softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her girlfriend’s face. “They’ll go at it for a bit and then be dead to the world for the rest of the night. For all intents and purposes, we’re alone again.”

Maki continued to hesitate.

Nico smirked and turned her head so she could whisper into her girlfriend’s ear. “Trust me.” She breathed, sliding her hand down Maki’s neck to the collar of her shirt. “We can do whatever we want.”

A circuit snapped closed in Maki’s brain and she immediately wrapped her arms around Nico again so they could pick up where they had left off moments ago.

Author’s Note Continued: I know I’ve mentioned it a time or two elsewhere, in the comments on other fics, but I am not sure if I’ve mentioned it in the notes of my own fic; I love the trope of couples sharing clothes. There is a certain intimacy in the practice that appeals to me greatly. It is for that reason that I’ve included it in both HtHaN and HL. And I doubt very much that this will be the last scene where I include it.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic

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