#we finally see him express what he feels about Sonia. He feels used. That's not an unfamiliar feeling to him.
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Entry 40.
I don’t have hard feelings for Sonia. Don’t really have any feelings to speak about. She’s always on me in one way or another. Talking and touching, trying to turn me into something, mold me into a little toy that plays nice, just for her. Sometimes I let her. It’s something to do. Keeps her busy, talking about anything and everything that's got nothing to do with her. I don't even think she hears herself half the time. Doesn’t take a genius to know when someone wants your body. I think that’s all she sees anywhere she goes. Outsides. What my knockoff is wearing, what Amon is doing, how ugly Sasquatch is, how I could be 'better' for her sake. How I should be softer, weaker, smaller. Muted, so she can stick me in her pocket and feel like the hero. The fixer. I must’ve changed a lot. Used to insult her away, tired only three words in. Made her cry. Now I just let her talk. I can’t find any more anger in me. Not for this. Just silence. She talks enough for both of us, happy to speak on how well she knows me, but I don’t think she knows a thing. I don’t think anyone does. Maybe they would, if I told them. But there’s nothing to gain out of that. Nothing but pity. I'd rather burn alone. So I play along. It's funnier this way, acting like whatever she thinks she’s turning me into. I’m really just shutting up more, getting an exchange. It’s a physical distraction, it’s a reminder my body works in ways that aren’t all bad. A minute of some warmth that never reaches my chest, never soaks in. Then it’s gone. Feels worse each time, but I’ve got a good meter for worse. I’ll handle it. I don’t have hard feelings for Sonia. Maybe that’s why I didn’t push her away when I should’ve.
#ark_systema#vincenttag#sonia sanders#devawrites#singlepagertag#we needed a break from baby vincent it was killing me inside to draw cain#we finally see him express what he feels about Sonia. He feels used. That's not an unfamiliar feeling to him.#This also carried over to the comic where he has a nightmare. From one collar to the next he always feels like people have ulterior motives#in which i make the dark timeline darker. hooh this was a risky one. Vincent's still a man after all. He can only be so unaffected.#He even tries to do what he 'should' in a relationship but... his heart's not in it. He wants to be seen and heard but not like this.#I think it all kind of comes full circle now. if you know where to look at their interactions that is. If asked i might make a sequence
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Sondam Week 2024: Day 3
Hi everyone! Thank you so much for all your lovely comments on the first two days! Everyone's art and fics are so fun, we're a very creative bunch! Here's chapter 3 of the Despair Killings, which you can read on AO3 here!
The next day, Sonia drove across town to the office of Hope Springs Therapy, LLC. It was an old residential home that had been converted to a business, situated in a secluded grove off the main road.
She drove to the gravel parking lot that stretched over what used to be the backyard and parked alongside a familiar sleek black car. He said yesterday that he’d be coming, but she hadn’t been prepared to show up at the same time as him. She hadn’t planned for much of anything, having slept fitfully all night, only to wake with one thought in her head: I have to know more.
She got out and walked to the back door of the house, which had become the front door of Hope Springs. Without hesitation, she opened it and went inside.
She was assaulted by the strong smell of incense. The room was painted a soothing green and furnished with a modern square sofa and a thick, plushy rug. A white door sat in the wall, which did not meet the corner and instead opened into a narrow hallway. Sonia sat on the sofa and waited.
She only waited twenty minutes before the white door opened and spat out Nagito Komaeda, Witch Creek’s only therapist, followed by Gundham. Gundham’s eyes widened when they landed on Sonia, and then warning flashed across them.
“Hello there, Sonia,” said Komaeda, drawing close to her. “Forgive me, I had no idea you were out here. Were you waiting long?”
She shook her head. “I know it’s short notice,” she said, “but I was wondering if you had an opening in your schedule.”
He frowned in disappointment. “I do, but I’m afraid it’s quite small. We won’t get much done, especially since you’re a new client.”
“Please, Nagito,” she begged, avoiding Gundham’s eye. “My friend was killed yesterday.”
“I see.” His face softened, though his expression had an unmistakable gravity to it. “We can begin an intake. We’ll mostly be gathering information, but that means we can hit the ground running if you wish to schedule something in the future.”
“I’ll do anything.”
“Very well.” Komaeda turned to Gundham and simpered, “I trust you have everything you need?”
“I do,” Gundham replied stonily. “Please remain in town while our investigation is underway.”
“Of course, sir. Have a good day, and drive safe.”
“Likewise,” Gundham replied, eyeing Sonia harshly as he walked out the door.
Komaeda cleared his throat and gestured to the door. “Ladies first.”
She walked through the door. This room was much cozier, furnished with an overstuffed loveseat, an armchair, and a little desk and calendar crammed in the corner. Mercifully, the incense smell was gone. She sat on the loveseat while Komaeda browsed the drawer of a filing cabinet. He plucked out a form, stuck it to a clipboard, and then sat in the armchair across from her.
“Like I said, we’ll just be information gathering today,” he said, his voice calm and smooth. “Let’s take some contact information, okay?”
She rattled off her name, address, and phone number. “I know you said you were here because your friend died yesterday,” Komaeda said slowly. “Are you referring to Kazuichi Soda?”
She nodded. He continued, “I assume you’re here for grief counseling, then?”
“Yeah.” She blinked away her tears. She hadn’t conjured them on purpose, but they helped her performance nonetheless.
Komaeda asked, “Keep in mind that grief, while it can be lifelong, is not the only reason to seek mental health support. If you wish to talk about anything else, feel free to bring it up.”
She shook her head, her gaze drifting to the calendar, which was filled with red dashes and stars. “I can’t think of anything now. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Loss can be all-consuming. If something does come to mind down the road, we can work on it together.” He made a note on his clipboard. “Finally, what is your greatest fear?”
Her head whipped back to him. “I’m sorry?”
He looked up at her with a honeyed smile. “Many clients will come in to seek support, but they resist the work because they’re afraid of change. I find exploring fear at the root can do a lot to help people open their minds.”
She hesitated. She had come here to learn anything she could about Fuyuhiko, but all of a sudden, she felt as though she was in Komaeda’s crosshairs instead.
“I’ll go first,” he said. “I’m afraid of bees.”
“You are?”
“Oh, very. Ever since I was a child.” He tilted his head. “Your turn.”
She paused again, but much shorter. “Suffocation,” she finally answered.
“And why is that?”
The real answer was it was the first thing she thought of, but what she told Komaeda had a grain of truth to it, too. “Because then I can’t call for help.”
Her mini session ended thirty minutes later. She learned virtually nothing about Fuyuhiko or his wife, Peko; when she guided the conversation toward the serial murders, Komaeda was eager to steer it back toward her emotions or whatever. As if that was important at a time like this!
She felt oddly gooey as she walked back outside, like she’d collapse at any moment. Therapy was a physical process as well as an emotional one; she needed to go home and rebind herself into a productive citizen.
Except when she reached the parking lot, a stern Gundham was waiting by her car.
“You are endangering yourself.” His deep voice lacked the warmth she was used to hearing in it.
“I’m doing no such thing,” she retorted. “My friend was murdered yesterday, and I’m seeking counseling.”
His jaw clenched. “My apologies, Sonia. Should I have known Komaeda was the only therapist in town, I would never have shared that information with you. I understand you are mourning your friend, but if you continue to involve yourself in the case –”
“What, you’ll tell on me?” she scoffed.
“I will be forced to suspect you.” His eyes were hard. “I believe you would never hurt Mister Soda, but if this continues, I will be forced to question why you are interfering with the official investigation.”
“How dare you! Didn’t you just clear me yesterday?”
“I did, but I am fallible.”
“What happened to all that stuff about fire?” she spat. “Wasn’t this what you were talking about? You said you wanted me to help!”
“I wanted you to help without putting yourself in danger.” He loomed over her, unconscionably tall and dark. “We have not found a connection between the murders yet, which means anyone can be the next victim.”
“What else am I supposed to do?” she begged. “Just sit back and wait for them to get me, too?”
His face softened, the hard lines losing their depth. “I am deeply sorry for your loss. I know how painful it is to go day by day without answers. In the wake of tragedy, every day feels like a week, and every week feels like a year.”
His forehead creased as he gazed into her eyes. “You are suffering, as are the Miodas, Mister Soda’s father, the Nidais, and what is left of the Kuzuryus. The one balm I can give you will take time to prepare, and even then, it can only soothe the pain. It cannot repair the harm.
“I would give you answers if I had them, but I do not. Until then, taking justice into your own hands will only do more harm, placing you and others in danger.”
Her insides still felt like jelly, but now it gave her a queasy, frustrated feeling. “Do people ever believe that speech?”
“No,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
Unfortunately, he was right. She was desperate for any scrap of information she could get her hands on; but a community like Witch Creek lived and died on sharing scraps of information, truth be damned.
Gundham’s voice cut through her gunky mind. “Can I drive you home?”
“No, I – I drove here. I’ll be fine.” She sighed. “I’m sorry, Gundham.”
“It is all right,” he said. “But please, stay safe. I know I am asking the impossible, but I fear if you continue, my lady, harm will come to you.”
Sonia jolted in bed, jarred awake by a loud sound.
She sat up and fumbled for the lamp on her nightstand. When she switched it on, she found her bedroom as neat and tidy as when she went to sleep. She sat there, blinking blearily as she tried to identify the sound that woke her up. And she was a deep sleeper, so all she knew was that something had woken her up, but she couldn’t recall it.
A tree branch falling? No, that would shake the whole place. She lived in the apartment above her bookshop in the heart of town, so she was accustomed to hearing car alarms and drunken revelry, too, but it was neither of those things, either.
She looked at her bedroom window, reaching for her curtain when realization struck her: she had heard the shattering of glass.
Her storefront was all glass, but she was too far away to hear that shattering. No, it must have been one of the windows on the second floor, in her apartment.
As silently as possible, she flicked off the lamp and reached for her pepper spray on the nightstand. Maybe it was a tree after all, whipped against her house by the winds. Maybe she was overreacting— In the crack under her door, usually illuminated by her oven’s light, she saw the shadows of a pair of footsteps in her hallway.
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Returned: Rauru x Fem!Reader NSFT Series. FINALE
Summary: Rauru is somehow revived in modern Hyrule and his instincts have gone insane as he realizes he's lost his mate.
Triggers for mild dubcon elements as well as just nsft stuff.
Part 1
Y/N smiled as his lips stirred her from her sleep, his hands tracing along her back. “Rauru,” She mumbled. “You’re insatiable.”
“Forgive me,” he whispered almost solemnly. She went quiet, listening to his apologies, to his guilt as his fingers rubbed gently as if apologizing for being so merciless on her body as often as he was. His fingers dipped in slowly, making her moan softly as his lips found her back, nipping gently. “Forgive me.”
Y/N whined as he curled his fingers. “I’ve long since done that,” She muttered before turning over to face him.
He smiled and looked down at his twitching length. “The rut is nearly over.”
“Thank Hylia. My legs might not last,” she joked, pulling him down and kissing his cheek. “C’mon then. Let’s have a gentler round?”
He smiled and kissed her as he moved between her legs, pulling her close before pushing into her. Her sigh of pleasure made his heart melt slightly. He wondered just what he could find out about this woman.
Rauru reminded himself of what he needed to do as he moved inside of her, holding her carefully as he relished in her moans. He reminded himself he needed to protect her at all costs. He reminded himself to make sure nothing comes near her.
He would do everything in his power to keep his mate alive again. He had to. He couldn’t bare the thought ever again.
Her hand reached up and cupped his face, making him shiver as he locked eyes with her. He blinked at her worried expression. “What?”
“You’re crying, Rauru.” She smiled gently and pulled away, making him whine. “I have an idea. Sit against the headboard.”
He did as she said and watched her climb onto him, sinking down slowly. With a hiss of pleasure, she finally settled against him and stayed there, touching him and holding him close, simply feeling him against her and inside her.
Rauru hesitated as he leaned into the affectionate touch, relishing in the way she was practically cradling him. He smirked. “Now I know you’ve adjusted to me. You can withstand staying still on me.”
“Barely,” She giggled, kissing his closed third eye. Y/N rocked her hips a slight, making him groan. “It’s hard considering you are filling me up like this.”
He smiled and nuzzled her, simply enjoying the contact. “Are you going to tell me what’s going through your head?”
The Zonai sighed softly as he rested against her shoulder. “My…Sonia was murdered in cold blood because of me.”
“And you’re scared it’ll happen again?” He nodded. She sighed and rubbed his back. “I will say this, for safety, before everything happened, the princess ordered us to train under her knight. She wanted to make sure we were able to protect ourselves. I may not look it, but I was the star pupil that helped Link take out a Hinox once.”
“Really?” He asked, imagining her going wild. It was enough to make him twitch, causing her to whimper. “Such a little thing like you?”
“H-Hey, I’ve got like an inch on Link!” She whimpered as he bucked his hips.
“I’d love to see you,” He admitted, gripping her hips and moving her along his length slowly before dropping her down again. “See you fighting wildly.”
She rocked her hips hard, making him moan as she bounced eagerly along him. He grunted when she stopped so only the tip was inside her. “Fuck, Y/N,” he whined. “Why’d you stop?”
“You were making fun of me. Just for that, I’m in charge.”
He smirked at her determined gaze and nodded, folding his hands behind his head. “You’re in charge.”
Rauru bit his lip as Y/N began to ride him, practically using him as she whined and moaned. He watched her ride along him, leaning her hands against his thighs to give him a full view of her. So much of this woman reminded him of his long gone mate.
His eyes shut tight at the thought of having lost her only to bury himself in another mate as soon as he was revived and–
“Eyes. On. Me,” She commanded. His eyes snapped open, eying the way Y/N gyrated her hips and taunted him by taking him as deep as she could. He grunted as he twitched. “You want to come don’t you? Want to come in your mate?”
“Fuck,” he moaned, gripping her thighs. His claws scratched roughly as he whined out, “Fuck, Y/N, please don’t stop.”
Y/N moaned as she rode him, biting her lip. “S-So deep. Rauru…”
“Don’t hold back. Give in. Let me make you feel good,” He encouraged as his thumb delved between her folds carefully. She jerked as though she’d been zapped and cried out loudly in pleasure, soaking him entirely. “That’s it! Just give it to me. My mate!” He moaned lowly.
Y/N whined when she felt his climax, his seed filling her entirely. She whimpered when she felt it leaking out with each bounce of her hips, trying to milk him as she moaned lowly.
It was only when she had to squint that Y/N finally took notice of the rising sun as the village began to come alive down below the hill. With a giggle, she kissed him.
“Morning.”
He blinked at that and chuckled. “Morning.”
Soon, breakfast was on the table as Y/N was reading over her research notes. “Have you been to the ones in Faron?”
“Not personally but I asked Tauro to send me his notes from his trip there to find the fifth sage. It might’ve been a ritual ground.”
“Not wrong,” He confessed before scratching at his beard. “Though, I’ve never participated myself. See, the ritual was more like an annual festival because it’d been so long since the rituals were held.” Y/N blinked at him. “What?”
“That’s right! You could literally help us solve some of this–Wait, you mean, those ruins are even older than Hyrule itself?”
“The ones in Faron? Yes. I saw your notes about the Typhlo ruins. I’ve never heard of such ruins. I can only assume after I sealed away the Demon King that they were built.”
“Makes sense, but even so…” She hummed. “Are you sure you just didn’t get out often? The current theory is the Typhlo Ruins were built alongside Hyrule Castle…well…hmmm,” She mumbled, trying to think. “The castle did come after the war though, agh,” she groaned, rubbing her forehead. “It’s too early for this much thinking.”
They both blinked at the knocking at the door. “It’s open!” She hollered.
Rauru blinked when he saw a familiar blonde come in. Her eyes fixed on him in shock as she stammered. “Hey, Z,” Y/N greeted. “Found this guy on the Great Plateau. Turns out he was our mystery monster.”
“T-That–you–How are you–” Zelda stammered, still absorbing the information as Link came in behind her.
At the sight of the man, Rauru was quick to Y/N’s side, pulling her against him as he narrowed on him. Why did that man look familiar, he couldn’t exactly remember. All he knew was it was a male near his mate and he’d–
“Hey, Master. I’m back.”
Link gave her a pointed look. “Quit,” he muttered softly, though the smallest quirk of a smile appeared.
Y/N only grinned and patted Rauru’s arm. “He hates it when I call him that.”
“Probably because you’re the same age,” Zelda amended.
“I mean, not really but I guess? Rauru, this is Zelda and Link, but something tells me…”
“How are you here?” Zelda asked finally.
He paused and shook his head. “I wish I knew. I found myself here suddenly and couldn’t calm my instincts. Only…Only Sonia had ever been able to pull me out. Then I met Y/N.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Z! You’re not gonna believe this. The ruins in Faron. The Zonai Ruins.”
“Yes?”
“Rauru says they were already outdated and had festivals there with those ritual outfits Link had found. Do you know what this means?”
“These are even older than Hyrule itself–Y/N this is an amazing discovery!”
“I know! Which is why, hear me out, I want to go investigate them and bring Rauru along. He can fill in some blanks and maybe we can get somewhere with our research!”
Link sighed as the women began to grow excited over it, finding it both endearing and worrying as he glanced at Rauru. When Rauru met his gaze, Link took a moment to study his reaction before nodding firmly, as though bowing a slight at the king without letting his guard down.
As Rauru watched his mate discussing a research plan with the princess, he knew his life was blessed with a second chance.
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There was two beds and they STILL FUCKED
This one is literally just smut, guys. I'm sorry, I know you expect better from this good Christian blog.
Hajime stared at the guest room, brows knitted. This wasn't what he was expecting at all. In fact, this was really going to throw a wrench into his plans for the evening. He couldn't believe that this was happening.
There were two beds.
Under any other circumstances, that would have been good news, but not now, not with what Hajime had been planning.
Hajime had been invited to a party with Chiaki's classmates, which he had happily agreed to. Sonia was hosting the party, and had invited everyone to stay overnight. For whatever reason, there weren't enough guest rooms for everyone to have their own, so Sonia had taken the liberty of assigning everyone roommates.
As soon as Hajime found out he was going to be sharing a bedroom with Fuyuhiko, an idea had formed in his mind. This was going to be the perfect opportunity to finally confess his feelings for the other boy.
There would probably only be one bed, because that felt like the sort of silly, cliche nonsense that always happened around their group. Hajime would convince Fuyuhiko that it was fine, and the two of them would share the bed. Then, while they laid in bed together, they could have a moment where one of them rolled over and caught the other one staring at them longingly, and then they could admit their feelings and kiss, and-
And it didn't matter anymore. There were two beds, so Hajime's entire plan was ruined. He sighed dramatically as he walked into the room.
Behind him, he heard Fuyuhiko ask, “The hell's wrong with you?”
Hajime shook his head. “Nothing. Don't worry about it.”
Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes as he followed him into the room. “Whatever, dumbass.”
They got ready, undressing as much as they were comfortable with, and each climbed into their own bed. Once they were settled, Hajime turned off the lamp on the nightstand between the beds. “Goodnight,” he murmured into the darkness.
“Night,” Fuyuhiko replied quietly.
Silence fell over the room. Hajime lay awake for a long time, staring up at the ceiling, lamenting his ruined plan. He had been so excited to finally have a good way to express his feelings to Fuyuhiko. Having the opportunity ripped away like this was just plain irritating.
He could always just tell the other boy normally, he supposed, but that felt like it would take a lot more courage than just rolling over in the middle of the night. Maybe he could find a way to climb into Fuyuhiko's bed? Like he could go to the bathroom, and then when he came back-
“Hey… Are you awake?”
Hajime's thoughts were interrupted by Fuyuhiko's soft voice. He turned to face the other boy in the dark, though he could only see his silhouette. “...Yeah, I'm awake.”
He heard some shuffling from Fuyuhiko's bed. “Shit, I can't sleep,” the yakuza heir sighed.
Hajime rolled onto his side facing Fuyuhiko's bed. “Is something wrong?”
“I don't know,” Fuyuhiko replied. “I just feel kinda restless. It's weird.”
The gears in Hajime's head started turning, thinking about how he could use this situation to his advantage. “...Would it help if we were in the same bed?”
He could hear Fuyuhiko snort. “What?! Why would that help?”
Cringing at his own clumsy attempt, Hajime forged ahead. “I don't know, maybe you just need, like… a comforting presence or something.”
Fuyuhiko laughed, causing Hajime's heart to sink. “What the fuck, man? That's the dumbest thing I've ever fuckin' heard.”
“Shut up,” the brunette grumbled, rolling onto his back and glaring at the ceiling. “I'm just trying to help.”
“If you want to sleep in my bed, just say that.”
Hajime whipped his head around to face Fuyuhiko again. “...What?”
He couldn't see Fuyuhiko's face, but he could make out his movements as he lifted the sheets invitingly. “Get over here, dumbass.”
There was a brief pause, neither of them moving a muscle, but then Hajime was out of his bed, climbing in beside Fuyuhiko. He settled into the sheets facing his friend.
This close, he could make out Fuyuhiko's features in the dark. He was watching Hajime, cheeks flushed. The two of them laid silently next to each other for a long while, studying each other carefully.
Finally, Fuyuhiko broke the silence. “Is this what you wanted?”
“What do you mean?” Hajime responded, brow furrowing.
“Don't play dumb,” Fuyuhiko snapped. “This is what you wanted, right? That's why you got all weird about there being two beds?”
Hajime's face flushed and he stared silently at his bedmate. He had no idea that Fuyuhiko had read him so easily.
The blonde continued when Hajime didn't respond. “I mean, it's fine. I, uh… was kinda hoping for something like this, too.”
That caught Hajime's attention. “...Really?”
Fuyuhiko nodded, shifting slightly closer to Hajime. “I thought… sharing a bed might be a good… opportunity.”
Hajime couldn't believe what he was hearing. Fuyuhiko had been thinking almost the exact same way that he was. “...Can I kiss you?” he blurted.
The yakuza heir let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, obviously.”
Immediately, Hajime moved forward, kissing Fuyuhiko. It started as just their closed mouths pressed against each other, but after a moment their lips slotted perfectly together, tongues hesitantly meeting. Their limbs tangled together as their mouths worked.
The kiss quickly devolved into them desperately making out. A quiet moan slipped past Fuyuhiko's lips, and Hajime pulled him tight against his body.
After a few minutes, Fuyuhiko broke the kiss, panting. “Christ, Hajime,” he murmured. “Your fuckin' dick…”
Hajime was embarrassed to realize that he was rock hard, and even more embarrassed to realize that his obvious erection was pressed against Fuyuhiko. “S-Sorry… Should I-”
He cut off with a moan as a hand rubbed him through his boxers. “Now this is what I was hoping for,” Fuyuhiko purred.
Shocked, Hajime stared at the other boy, studying his features in the darkness. He was flushed and breathing heavily, but he looked awfully smug as he continued to rub Hajime's cock. The taller boy's hips bucked and he reached down to grasp Fuyuhiko's hips.
“This is what you wanted?” Hajime asked in disbelief, pulling Fuyuhiko's hips forward. He was pleasantly surprised to find the other boy just as hard as he was.
“Yeah, duh,” Fuyuhiko responded, raising his legs to wrap around Hajime's thighs. “What's the point of that stupid ‘one bed’ cliche if you don't fuck?”
Hajime couldn't help his bemused laugh. “I mean, I guess so…”
The blonde peered up at him hesitantly, his confidence wavering. “Do you not want to?”
Quickly, Hajime shook his head. “I want to! Of course I want to, I'm just surprised.” He pulled Fuyuhiko flush against him. “I had no idea you liked me back.”
“That's because you're a dumbass,” Fuyuhiko practically purred, wrapping his arms around Hajime's neck and moving closer. He paused when his lips were only inches away from the other boy's. “I could tell you liked me real easy.”
The brunette swallowed hard, moving his hands to cup Fuyuhiko's ass. “Shit, was I that obvious?”
Fuyuhiko laughed softly. “Yes. You absolutely were. But right now,” he rutted forward, grinding against Hajime and making them both groan, “you have something more important to worry about.” Another thrust. “Namely, putting your dick in me.”
Hajime closed the distance between them, kissing Fuyuhiko roughly. His partner gave a pleased hum that quickly turned into a moan as Hajime started grinding back. The taller boy was still completely shocked by this turn of events, but that didn't mean he was going to give up this opportunity.
He slid one hand into Fuyuhiko's underwear, cupping his bare ass and running his fingers along the cleft. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked in what he hoped was a sexy, low voice.
The way Fuyuhiko shivered made him think it worked. “Fuck yes,” the yakuza heir gasped, attention fully focused on the hand on his backside.
Hajime hummed his approval, sliding his fingers down the valley of Fuyuhiko's ass, not stopping until he found his entrance. He rubbed his fingers against the other boy's hole, loving both the way it felt and the look on Fuyuhiko's face.
The blonde was biting his lip, eyes closed and brows knitted. He made a soft noise, rocking back against Hajime's fingers, making it very clear that he wanted more. When Hajime started pressing into him, however, his eyes shot open in alarm. “W-Wait! You can't put them in dry!”
Hajime's eyes widened and he withdrew his hand. “Sorry… I've, um… never done anything like this before.”
Fuyuhiko grabbed his wrist. “Me neither, but I've… y'know… fingered myself,” he admitted, blushing. He brought Hajime's hand to his face. “...Well, since we don't have any actual lube…” He wrapped his lips around two of Hajime's fingers, licking and sucking them to coat them in saliva.
Hajime watched his mouth work, feeling his cock twitch at the display. “...Fuck,” he breathed. “We're really gonna do this, huh?”
The blonde released his fingers, nudging Hajime's hand towards his back again. “Yeah… Are you still okay with that?”
“Absolutely,” Hajime replied without missing a beat. He leaned in to kiss the other boy deeply as his hand slipped into his underwear again. When his fingers found Fuyuhiko's entrance, he didn't even hesitate before pushing one inside.
Fuyuhiko broke the kiss with a gasp, eagerly pushing back to take Hajime's finger deeper. “Hn, fuck yes,” he moaned. Another pleased moan left his throat as a second finger entered him. “God, being stretched by someone else's fingers feels so much better than doing it myself…!”
Hajime huffed out a laugh, watching his partner's face contort in pleasure. He pumped his fingers into Fuyuhiko's hole, relishing each gasp and moan he drew from the other boy's lips. “Bet you my cock is going to feel even better,” he suggested in a low tone.
The blonde smirked at him, eyes half-lidded. “Oh, I'm sure it will,” he purred. He rocked into Hajime's hand for a while, moaning softly. Eventually, though, it wasn't enough. He pulled Hajime's fingers away and pushed him backwards. “Get your fuckin' clothes off.”
Scrambling to comply, Hajime kicked off his boxers and laid back. He watched Fuyuhiko strip off his shirt and briefs, trying to study every detail of the other boy's slender body in the darkness. He certainly hoped that this wouldn't be the last time he got to see Fuyuhiko naked, but just in case, he wanted to remember it.
The yakuza heir moved forward, reaching out to grasp Hajime's cock. He stroked it a few times, making his partner groan. “Damn, Hajime,” Fuyuhiko breathed, and Hajime could hear the smirk in his voice. “You're way bigger than I expected.”
Hajime furrowed his brow, feeling a little miffed that the other boy had apparently thought so little of him. “Hey-” he began to protest, but he was cut off as Fuyuhiko leaned down and plunged his cock into his mouth. Hajime gasped, watching his erection disappear between Fuyuhiko's lips, barely resisting the urge to buck his hips.
The blonde bobbed his head a few times, licking and sucking Hajime's cock, coating it with spit. He sat up after a moment, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I don't mean it in a bad way,” he continued. “Just wasn't prepared for something so big.”
Despite his hesitation, Fuyuhiko moved to straddle Hajime's hips. He positioned his partner's cock under him, rubbing the tip against his entrance, moaning at the sensation.
Hajime, still a little annoyed, took hold of the other boy's hips and immediately began pulling him down. Fuyuhiko gave a startled cry as Hajime's cock breached his hole, but he didn't try to stop him. Rather, he compliantly slid further down his partner's length, letting out a stuttered groan as he was stretched.
“Holy shit,” Fuyuhiko gasped, pausing his movements. His brows knitted as he concentrated on staying relaxed. “Nnh… I thought this would be a lot easier…”
Suddenly, all Hajime felt was concern for his partner, his irritation completely erased by the tight heat surrounding his cock. “Are you okay? Should we stop?”
But Fuyuhiko shook his head emphatically. “Hell no! I'm… mmn, I'm gonna take your whole cock… even if it kills me…!”
Hajime felt his erection throb in spite of the other boy's dramatic words. He resumed slowly pulling Fuyuhiko down, watching his reaction carefully. The blonde simply bit his lip and allowed himself to be eased onto Hajime's cock.
Once he was fully seated, Fuyuhiko let out a low groan. “Fuck, that's good…”
A small smile pulled at Hajime's lips. “You like it?” He had never thought of himself as particularly well-endowed, but the way Fuyuhiko was acting was certainly an ego boost.
“Mmn, yeah,” the yakuza heir responded, shifting his weight as he adjusted to being so full. “Never had anything this deep before…” He smirked down at Hajime, inner muscles flexing a bit.
Hajime couldn't help bucking up into the other boy, earning a soft gasp. He kept his grip on Fuyuhiko's hips, gently helping to lift him when he finally began raising himself up. Fuyuhiko dropped back down on Hajime's cock, moaning openly. He repeated the action, letting out another loud moan.
Fuyuhiko began rising and falling along Hajime's length, slowly at first, but rapidly gathering speed. A continuous stream of moans and whines escaped his throat as he plunged himself down onto his lover's cock. He braced his hands against Hajime's chest, using them for leverage.
The taller boy watched him intently, absolutely loving the sight of his cock disappearing into Fuyuhiko's body. He used his grip on Fuyuhiko's hips to help move him up and down, bucking his own hips in a desperate attempt to fuck the other boy harder. Hajime's moans were much quieter than his partner, but just as frequent.
“Mmn… Hajime…!” Fuyuhiko gasped, bouncing faster. He gazed down at his lover, panting, eyes dark and hungry. “Fuck…! F-Feels so good!”
Hajime moved his hands to cup Fuyuhiko's ass, sliding his fingers down to where their bodies were joined. He groaned at the feeling of his partner's hole stretched around his cock. He bucked his hips hard, wanting so much more of Fuyuhiko's body.
With a loud moan, Fuyuhiko slammed himself down, taking Hajime as deep as possible. He rocked his hips, grinding down onto Hajime's dick, eyelashes fluttering as pleasure flooded through him. He arched his back, just enjoying being so full.
The taller boy licked his lips, watching Fuyuhiko, loving how pleased he looked. Hajime rubbed his fingertips against the rim of his lover's hole. “You look amazing,” he breathed.
Fuyuhiko smirked at him, inner muscles clenching. “Hah… You like how I look taking your cock?”
Hajime raised himself into a sitting position, pulling Fuyuhiko into his lap. He kissed the smaller boy roughly, tongues clashing. He buried himself as deeply as he could, holding Fuyuhiko's hips in place, groaning. This was way more than Hajime had expected to happen (although he had certainly hoped) and he wanted to savor every moment.
His partner was much too impatient for that, however. Fuyuhiko kissed him back desperately, draping his arms over Hajime's shoulders as he moaned into his mouth. He started rocking his hips almost immediately, grinding against his lover, and he quickly resumed bouncing in Hajime's lap. He gasped and whined, fucking himself on Hajime's cock.
Overwhelmed by pleasure, Hajime bit down on Fuyuhiko's lower lip, making him mewl. He bucked his hips to meet each of the smaller boy's movements, pounding into his hole as well as he could. “Fuck, Fuyuhiko…” he hissed, dropping his head onto his lover's shoulder.
“Nng…! More, please, fuck…!” the blonde whined, bouncing harder. “Make me fuckin' cum…!”
With a groan, Hajime began pulling him down harder. He moved to kiss and bite Fuyuhiko's neck, nearly losing himself in the tight heat of his body. “Hah, yeah… I'll make you cum…” he muttered deliriously against the other boy's freckled skin.
It didn't take long for both of them to near the edge. Fuyuhiko arched his back with a moan, reaching between them to desperately stroke his own cock. “‘M so fuckin' close…!”
“Me, too,” Hajime panted, nipping at his throat. “...Can I cum in you?”
“Fuck yes!” Fuyuhiko replied without missing a beat. His hips bucked helplessly as he continued riding his lover. “Cum in me, please!”
It only took a few moments for Hajime to do as he was told. He yanked Fuyuhiko down hard, holding him in place with his cock buried to the hilt. He bit down on the yakuza heir's neck as his cock pulsed, spilling deep inside of him.
Fuyuhiko let out a strangled moan, rapidly stroking himself to completion as he rocked against Hajime's hips. He cried out as his orgasm finally crashed over him and his cum shot onto Hajime's stomach.
They sat there for a long moment, panting and holding each other tightly as they came down from their high. Hajime pressed slow, soft kisses against Fuyuhiko's neck and shoulder, soothing the bite marks he had left. His partner hummed quietly, enjoying the affection.
Finally, Hajime sat up. “...Wow,” he managed.
Fuyuhiko snorted, grinning at him tiredly. “That's all you have to say? ‘Wow’?”
“Would ‘holy shit’ be better?” Hajime asked. He raised an eyebrow at the other boy, but he was smiling.
The blonde buried his face in Hajime's shoulder, muscles clenching reflexively, earning a hiss of discomfort. “Sorry, not used to having something so big in me,” he admitted, cheeks flushed.
Hajime nuzzled against him. “That's fine. I'm not used to being inside something so tight, either.”
Fuyuhiko laughed softly. After a pause, he asked, “So, is this what you wanted?”
“N-No!” Hajime replied. He realized how that probably sounded, so he kept going. “I mean, I was kinda wishing something like this would happen, but all I was actually planning on was telling you how I feel and maybe some kissing. That's it.”
The yakuza heir raised his head to smirk up at him. “Relax, dumbass. I know you're not some creep that was just hoping for an easy fuck.” He sat up, stretching. “Anyway, go ahead.”
Hajime blinked in confusion. “Go ahead?”
“We kissed, like you wanted, but you haven't told me how you feel, right?” Fuyuhiko smiled mischievously. “So go on. Tell me.”
The taller boy flushed, looking back at him incredulously. “I-I can't just say it out of nowhere…”
“It's not out of nowhere, you literally still have your cock in me.”
Hajime had to concede. “Fine. Yeah. Uh…” He paused. “Wait, you already know that I like you,” he accused, thinking back to their earlier conversation.
Fuyuhiko raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, duh. But I still wanna hear it from you.”
All of his nervousness drained away and Hajime sighed. “I like you. And I want to go out with you.”
Despite egging him on, Fuyuhiko blushed at his confession. “Y-Yeah… I like you, too. Be my dumbass boyfriend.”
“That's such a you response,” Hajime teased, leaning in to kiss him softly.
“Shut up,” Fuyuhiko replied between kisses. He carefully pulled himself off of Hajime's dick but stayed in his lap, returning to his mouth.
“This is what I was hoping for,” Hajime murmured, smiling into the kiss.
Fuyuhiko huffed out a quiet laugh. “And you didn't even need some stupid ‘one bed’ trope to do it.”
And yes, I'm poking fun at my own "only one bed" story, lol
Fun fact: I got this ask around the same time that phantom posted a comic about there being multiple beds but Hajime and Fuyuhiko still fucking, and it was really funny to me. I think I got the ask first, because I remember thinking "wow, what a weird coincidence."
I have an upcoming ask that also came right before something phantom posted that was related. Maybe it's not a coincidence. Maybe it's a conspiracy!?
Anyway, I hope you liked the story, lol
#danganronpa#kuzuhina#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#hajime hinata#fanfiction#sdr2#there were two beds#and they still fucked#i posted something! i feel accomplished!#sparky writes
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IRL Pokemon Journy (Part 3)
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We get off the station and walk out into the streets of Hamerloke “wow it’s even better seeing it in person” I was happy to finally be here and I see the wall and I run over to it “you can see out into the wild area the view amazing” Kio was chuckling to see me so stary eyed “Glad you like it here Ayla” I look to my side and I see Raihan leaning on the wall, wait when the hell did he get there “see you changed the way you look” he walks up to me and I stand rigged again and start to have a erge just to run away, he looks me up and down and smirks and leans in and whispers into my ear “I can tell you're the submissive type, am i right” I squeeze my eyes shut as my body begins to tremble, ow god I don’t think I can do this but just then I heard a slap I open my eyes and I’m pulled into someone arms “don’t be a prude your upsetting her” boobs I’m in someone boobs
I looked up and I was in Sonia arms “you always been like this flirting with every girl you see you scream fuck boy energy” I end up letting a lath slip out and I cover my mouth “hay did you just laugh at that” I pull away from Sonia and hold back from lathing “no………I didn’t laugh at all” Kio was lathing and he looked at her “not you too” he pulled an un amused expression and sighed “I’m not a fuck boy, I just like to flirt” I giggle and let it slip out of my mouth “like a fuck boy would” my eyes widen and I cover my mouth and I start to panic eeeeeeee me and my big mouth ow god don’t glear at me like that I’m sorry I start to shake again and Raihan sees it “think what you like I know what I am…….and Ayla stop shaking I’m not going to hurt you” Raihan actually gave me a warm smile and gentle eyes and I was lost for a moment looking into them.
There beautiful the way they glow in the moons light and the sweet smile he’s got on he’s face I didn’t know Raihan could smile so warmly “well party this way if you follow me ladies” Kio walks up to me and slings her arm over my shoulder “you keep surprising me sis coming out and calling Raihan a fuck boy in front of he’s face I’m impressed” I smile sheepishly and scratch my cheek “i never got to introduce myself properly I’m Soina is nice to meet you girls” I look at her and my stomach twists at the sight of her but she did butt in with Raihan so maybe she not all that bad “im Ayla and this is my little sister Kio” Sonia smiles at us “really I thought you was the younger one” I stopped and looked at her “it’s coz I’m shorter isn’t it”
she looks at me and gets the feeling she hurt my feelings “I didn’t mean anything bad by it” I sigh and continued to walk past her wile waving my hand “don’t worry about it i get it a lot” she looks at me and then to Kio “did I do something wrong” Kio lathes nervously “no you haven’t and she not hurt it’s just…….actually don’t worry about it she good see” Kio points to me and I’m standing next to Raihan trying my best to talk to him while blushing super hard “dose she like Raihan” she giggles and walks past her “you could say that but she likes Leon too ow and Hop” Kio planted the seed of doubt into Sonia head and she caught up with Kio “wait I meant it as in like, like so a crush” Kio smirks at her “I know what you meant and I gave you my answer take it as you will” Sonia slowed down and her eyes changed and Kio caught up with me and we walked to the rest of the boys with Sonia slightly behind us I looked back, and she was chewing on her nails, what’s gotten into her.
We Arrived outside Raihan gym and Leon Piers and Hop was waiting outside “yo Guys iv picked up the girls” Hop lathed and smiled at him “when you say it like that it sounds like you picked them up in a different way” Raihan smirked “who knows maybe tonight I will” Raihan looked down at me and I averted my eyes from him “Sonia everything ok” I look up to Leon that’s walked over to her “yer I’m good dandy as always hehehehhe” he smiles at her and I just instinctively glear and turn my head in a pissed off manor “are you ok Ayla” I look up at Hop that had a concern look on he’s face like he was worrying about me “yer I’m good why do you ask” I was blunt with him and I may have sounded a little pissy “you sure” he leaned in and spoke quietly “your voice says you're not ok you can talk to me” my cheeks turn pink and a smile creeps onto my face “I’m ok Hop…….thank you for worrying tho” he softly smiles at me and pets my head “ok but if you need to talk I’m here ok” I nod and Raihan smirking at him and Hop looks at him “what” Raihan walks over to him acting like a smug shit “don’t get me wrong Hop, but was you just flirting with Ayla just then” both me and Hop faces turn bright red “NO!!! I WAS JUST MAKING SHURE SHE OK” Hop was red and Kio lathing her head off.
Piers buts in and scolds Raihan “don’t you think you stepped out of line there” Piers was frowning at him and Raihan just smiled at him “what he was, I mean I don’t blame him both Ayla and Kio are hot as fuck” Piers grabbed he's shirt colour and pulled him down “show the girls some respect there not your play things” Kio was stunned to see Piers sticking up for us but I think that was aimed more at Kio then me “well enoth of all the fighting guys let’s go eat I’m hungry” I smile cutely at what Leon said “your always hungry Lee” we all lathed and made our way to the pub to get some food.
We reach the bar and walk inside with everyone and all the boys walk off to the back we’re the seating areas are and me and Kio follow behind them “sis I’m feeling sick again” Kio looks at me and smiles “you be ok just take a deep breath” I do as she says and take a deep breath in, once we found a table to sit all 7 of us we sat down “after you Ayla” Raihan smirks at me wile presenting the seat next to my sister, I avert my eyes and sit down next to her and Raihan sat down next to me, I look to my side to see Kio pink in the cheeks a little as she was sitting next to Piers, guess we both in between the guys we like.
“Ok so should we get this party started who wats drinks” my eyes drift over to Raihan that was smiling happily he leans in and picked up the drink menu and handed it to me “you and your sister can look through this as your not from Gala” I smiled shyly at him and took the menu and opened it up and put it in between me and Kio while we scanned the drink list, I see something and I pointed it out to Kio and she giggled and so did I, the guys looked at us and Raihan got curious and leans into me to see what I was pointing at “so you're a beer drinker I thought you be more for the cocktails” he cutely smiled and my heart jumped in my chest and I blushed hard “hahahahaha it’s rear to have women here in Gala that drinks beer, most of them go for the cocktails, right Sonia?”
I look up to her nodding happily at Leon and I let my jealousy get the best of me “well I do drink them but I like something more full bodied then juice” my sis eyes widens and she smiled from ear to ear everyone lathed at my bravado “dam this girl knows what she wants” Raihan lifts he’s hand up for a high five and I scream internally but smile at him and don’t leave him hanging “well looks like me Leon Hop and Ayla going for beer, what about you Kio” she smiles and closes the menu and put it back “I go for a Asahi” Raihan nods and gets up “ok so that leaves Piers with whisky and Sonia a blue lagoon, well I’m going to need help getting this all over Hop Ayla mind helping out”
I get up from sitting down and follow Raihan and Hop to the bar to order the drinks we order and we just stood there “I hope me asking you out to night wasn’t out of the Blue” I look up at Hop and shake my head and I stand there with my hands in front of me holding them “no me and Kio was going to eat out tonight anyway” I look down being all shy around him and Hop smile and tilts he’s head to the side “your actually acting kind of cute, I guess Kio was telling the truth you get like that around guys” my face shoots bright red and start to get dizzy and I’m slowly leaning to the left but Hop holds me up and chuckles “Hahahha sorry I didn’t mean to tease, just be yourself we not going to judge you” I’m still red in the cheeks but I look up at him and smile and nod.
Just then Raihan places he’s arm on he’s shoulder “now I know your flirting Hop Hahahha but Ayla mine” Hop lets go of my arms that was holding me up and turns bright red “I’m not flirting and Ayla is not an object you can own” Raihan pulled away with he’s hands up in surrender and smiles cutely “I’m just joking” Raihan looks over at me and smiles “I know she not an object but she cute I just can’t help it” I end up blowing a fuse and I go week at the knees but Raihan quickly catches me “Ayla you ok” he had a worried look on he’s face and he was so close to my face, I shut my eyes and curl up “I’m fine but can you let me go” my heart was beating a mile a minute and we’re Raihan hand was I’m sure he could feel it to “sorry but I keep telling you not to be scared of me I won’t bite……well unless you wanted me to” I look at him in silence and a small squill escapes my mouth and I quickly cover it with my hands, ow geez my reaction to that was split in two from being shy and bashful to squilling inside as I liked him saying that…….I’m going to die.
Raihan gets me back into my feet and he smirks at me “nice squill by the way” I’m stuck looking at him screaming in my head for my sister to save me but our drinks were done and me and Hop picked two up in each hand as Raihan picked up the other three in he’s and walked back to our table, I could see Kio lathing and having fun with everyone “ok guys drinks are served” I hand out Kio one and lean over the table to give Leon he's “thank you very much Ayla” I smile at him and my cheeks were red I get up from leaning over the table and sit down and Raihan plus Hop joined, Raihan was smirking next to me and he gives me my drink and leans into me “thanks for the show Ayla” he pulls away and I look at him confused “your skirt a bit on the short side maybe refrain from bending over tonight” I shoot bright red and full into Kio “wow sis…….what the she passed out again” I was out cold again Kio looked at Raihan that had a confused look on he’s face “what did you say to her to make her pass out” Kio was chuckling away and Raihan just shook he’s head “don’t worry about it I’m sure she come too soon”
I was out for around 10 minutes until I gained full consciousness again and sat up holding my head “ow she’s awake” I shook my head slowly “what happened” Leon chuckled at me and I look up at him “you fainted again hahhahahahah you do that a lot don’t you” I begin to pout and get embarrassed “so she stumbles over her words with good looking guys and half the time she faints hahahhaha Ayla your just too cute” I pulled a pained look at Hop “come on stop teasing me” the guys lathed at my reaction “Kio seems to be the one that stays conscious are you sure your both sisters” Piers had a little chuckle to himself after saying that “ow I’m sure Kio could faint if the right guy hits on her” Kio looks at me and pinches my cheek “don’t bring me into the tease game sis” I smile bright at her and I look over to Piers that took interest in what I said and wile Kio let go of my cheek I smirked at him and gestured to Kio with a slight head movement and quick look towards her and back to him to signify to him to try it on with her.
Piers looked at her and back at he’s drink and picked it up and drunk some of it with an amused expression on he’s face, we ordered or food and dug in but after we were all full “god that burger was so good” I smile happily after having a good meal “i say it’s tied with the pub I use to work at back at home” Everyone looked at her and she looked that them “ you use to work in a pub back home in your regen” Kio nodes at them “yer but I was bar staff it was ether always busy or almost dead” I look over to Sonia that’s been silent with me all night and I see how close she is with Leon and due to a few drinks in me I became more social “so Sonia you got the hots for anyone in this room” she blushes bright read and she moves away from Leon I smirk as that what I wanted her to do just a little distance between them “hahahahhaha Sonia grew up with us so we know if she did” I Look at Leon and so dose Kio with sceptic faces but Raihan like my question and drove it home “yer I like to know this you seem to favour Leon so is he the one you like”
Sonia was backed up in a corner and I smiled from ear to ear I was being a little malicious towards her but in a sly way so the guys didn’t pick up on it but my sister on the other hand she picked up on it as she knows me to well “no I don’t see Leon like that at all sh…shut up Raihan” Leon was lathing he’s head off and so was Hop “even if that was the case I tell Sonia I see her nothing as a friend or family member Hahahahha” Sonia looked upset but she put on a fake smile “well tonight been fun guys but I should go I have work in the morning” she looks at me with a frown and I raise my eyebrows at her she got up and she looked at Raihan and winks at him “till we all hang out again” and she walks off Raihan had a smirk on he’s face and I was the one now frowning and I pinched he’s leg “aow what was that for Ayla” I glared at him and turned my head in a huff “could you move I need to go out for a smoke” He blankly looked at me and then nodded “er sure” he gets up and I grab my bag and leave the pub to go and have a smoke.
I get outside and I pull out my vape and take a puff on it and exhale the Vaper “she stooped low there” I turn my head to see Kio next to me “just a bit…….I know played dirty back there but I never stoop so low to hit on my enemies crush” Kio giggled at me “ow so you decided on Raihan then hehehehhe well he was your first sword crush” I smile and nod as I pull on my vape again “yep there something about him that I’m drawn too Leon handsome but Raihan was the first out of all of them” I close my eyes and I blow the smoke out threw my nose “you're not a dragon Pokémon disguised as a human are you” I look over and I see both Raihan and Piers standing there and I giggle “heheheh no just blowing the smoke out of my nose is all but if you want a dragon I can show you” he looked at me and raised he’s eyebrow at me while smirking “do it sis he may like it” I smile and shake my head I pull on my vape but not inhale the vaper but instead slowly blow it out of my nose and white smoke came out and floated there he looked at me blinking a few times I smirked at him and let the remaining smoke come out of my mouth till it was gone “dragon enoth for you” Piers looked in mine and Kio hands while Raihan was mesmerised “what are your two smoking from” me and Kio look at each other and Kio comes up with a story “there called vapes there made in out regen they just come out with them, it’s more of a safe way to get nicotine into your system without smoking all the toxins in regular fags” Kio acts confident and shows him her one “how comes there different” Raihan finally chirps in and I respond to him “that’s coz each one gives you a different hit, Kio's one is called a pen vape so less smoke to mine and less of a hit, mine is a mini box vape so there more power in it to do more of a hit to Kio's” Kio nodded away as she was smoking hers and Raihan picked up on her sent of her one “cola?” Kio looks at him and nods “hehehehhe yep it’s the flavour I use in mine Ayla has sweet strawberry, you see it’s called a vape coz it’s basically water vapor and you can get all different flavours” Raihan seemed interested and I walked up to him and handed mine to him “now careful with these newbies can cough on their first drag, just pull like you would with a fag and inhale it and then exhale”
Raihan took it out of my hand and did as I said and he looked at it “dam that’s super sweet Hahahha nice though your regen must be high down the tech route” I smile and nod and take it back off him “we sure are” i look over to Kio and looks like she shearing hers with Piers and he’s happily smiling at her.
“Ok I’m going to guess this but due to your tech I’m guessing your both from Alola” Kio looks at me and I nod at him “you got that correct our vapes was done by an ex member of the Aether Foundation he wanted to move the tech he learnt there to help people of Alola” Kio looked at me in shock as to say how did you come up with that on the spot, I smile at both Piers and Raihan “there cool but don’t beat a real fag though” I smile at Raihan and giggle “even though you like the way it tasted” he chuckles at me and walk closer so he's in front of me “yer but I probably pinch it off you every now and then after all it’s like an indirect kiss right” my face starts to turn red again and I hear Kio chuckling to herself, but Raihan goes a step thither and leans down to me “unless you actually want a kiss from me” I stand rigged again and drop my vape in the floor Raihan chuckles and picks it up and hands it back to me “your too cute Ayla I think I tease you a lot more from now on, I like how you react” I take my vape from he's hand and I put it back into bag “let’s just go back in” I walk off wile pouting and blushing super red and Piers let Kio go first by opening the door for her and we returned back to the boys and continue to have a good night out with them.
we had a lot of fun and the drinking got a lot more as I moved on from the beer to the spirits “hahahah you keep drinking like that you're going to TC” Kio was having fun while I was putting the drinks down one after the other “heheheh I guess I should slow down then” Kio smiled at me and bumped me with her shoulder “you two get along so well iv herd sister normally fight” Kio looks at Leon and smiles at him “we don’t actually fight I mean we have scuffed a little but nothing to that existent we both don’t like to ague so we don’t" im smiling wile nodding away with a big smile on my face “any way if we did fight Kio would win im to much of a push over so that’s why we don’t ague we talk out our problems right sis” Kio nods at me and Piers smiles softly “wish that was the way with Marnie im always getting yelled at by her whenever I do something wrong” I look over to him and nod, yer I can see that she has a bit of a fisty side to her.
“im taking Marnie your sister” Piers looks over to me and nods “yer she is and she also the gym leader of Spikmoth after I gave her that role, I just thought I was no good as a Gym leader so I gave up on it” im nodding away as to show im lissoning thing is I already knew that about Piers but he doesn't know that to be honest none of these guys know me and Kio have their back story's down best to keep it that way.
I was drinking my Midory and Lemonade and I felt a burp wanting to come out so I tried to make it sound less louder and manly but that didn’t happen so when I did I covered my mouth in shock and embarrassment as the guys all looked at me and i got embarrassed but next thing I know Kio did the same thing and they just looked at us but then all burst out lathing “hahaahah who would of thought you girls had that in you hahaahah” Leon was creasing and I was blushing but happily smiling “dude they can both put us to shame hahahah talking about feeling less like a man” Raihan was folded over lathing to and Hop just died “how did you girls do that hahahahaha” we all broke out in fits of lather even Piers was chuckling away “im sorry hahahaah we use to have burping competitions with our brothers hahaha” everyone managed to catch their breaths but still chuckling away “you have brothers how many” Hop was enjoying himself and Kio answered “we have three brothers Ayla the 2nd oldest and im the 3rd" Piers was still lathing a little as he spoke to her “so you have a big family then” Kio nods and Raihan sits back up and puts he's arm around my shoulder but due to the alcohol in my system I didn’t mind.
“what other stuff did you and your brothers get up to” I smiled at him and thought of one “well we came up with this game because we were bored one day, basically we called it tinfoil ball, so the base of the game was to roll up tinfoil into a tight ball and smack it to each other without letting it hit the floor” Kio smiled bright and bubbly “yer but we took it too far when I say we smacked it at each other we smacked it to hurt who it was flying too heheheheh it was a good anger management game and fun” Raihan lathed at us “so your both can get a little violent when your playful hahahaha” I smirk at him and tilt my head to the side “you try living with three brother that dived you bonkers you what to smack them too” Raihan lathed and Hop smiled at me and Kio “me and Lee were more passive we played bord or card games growing up” Leon nodded at Hop and I get an idea but then think agents it, dam a good card game to play would be........my eyes shoot wide open and I grab Kio shoulder and she looks at me “sis we have to introduce them the cards against t Pokémon at some point”
She stares at me and lathes “do you think there be ready for that there humour might not be like ours” all the boys look at us confused “cards agents Pokémon?” I look at Leon and nod “yer it’s a really fun card game, so basically you get two card decks one red and the other is white, the red ones would be read out by a different person each time there known as the card cazar and the red card will say something but there be a blank in it or two” Kio smiles and chimes in “so you get given 7 white cards that will have something written on it, now it could be something that makes scene but it could also sound rude or dark, you fill in the red cars blanks with what you chosen and whoever has the best one gets a point”
The boys look at each other and smile “so you can fill in the blanks with any card to earn points” I nod at Leon “trust me it’s a fun game to play but only if you can take jokes lightly and not be offended by them” Raihan arm was still around my shoulder and he started to run he's fingers along my upper arm “im not easily offended and I like rude humour so im good with that” Piers nodded to what Raihan said “i don’t have rude humour, but my humour can be dark so I say im up for this game” I look at Piers surprised actually I wouldn’t put it past him to have a bit of dark humour “that leave you two what do you both say” everyone looks at Leon and Hop and they look at each other “i guess we could give it a go at some point but in never herd of this game” Leon shakes he's herd “its probably new Hop so I give this game a go it could be fun” Hop looks at me and Kio and nods we get existed, ok now we need to find that portal so we can quickly go back and pick the cards up from my mums and bring them back.
“ok its settled then I make sure there alcohol involved too it's even more fun that way because you more unhinged when drunk or tipsy I just have to go back home to our regen and get them at some point” everyone nods and Raihan smiles “well I look forward to playing this game with you girls, also gives me an excuse to see Ayla again” Kio lathes at him “you been all over my sister all night I hope you're not planning to fuck her and leave her” I shot bright red in the face and Raihan burst out lathing “hahahaahha I never do that.......she seems like someone I could actually settle down with” I end up smiling softly to my shelf and shake my head “don't say things you don’t mean Raihan” he pulled me closer to him and looks at me “and what if I did mean it then what” I lath in amusement “well only time will tell” we stayed at the pub till it closed and we all went home, me and Kio got into our hotel room and our Pokémon were happily sleeping on our beds “awwwww look at them sound asleep”
Kio smiled at her Lucario softly and sat on the edge of the bed “tonight was a lot of fun everything I thought it be with those three but Hop surprisingly fun to hang with to” I nod as I put my shoes next to the door and start to get undressed and get into my new pjs “yer I mean I feel like I lit up a little around them after a few drinks” Kio lathed as she folded up her clothes “hahaha you wasn't tripping over your feet but sis you can't be drunk all the time you have to get used to being around them without the liquid courage” I nod as I get under to covers with Zoro and trying not to kick Saphira off the bottom of the bed “yer I know......just give me a few days around them and I should be ok.....well that’s if Raihan don’t tease me” Kio chuckled and got under the covers with Lucario and perches herself onto her arm “talking about Raihan he was all over you tonight I think he's got a little crush on you”
I end up blushing and berry my face into my pillow “sis don’t say that hearing him say he would settle down with me has made me super nervous” but Kio smiles at me “but it's made you happy hasn’t it” I pull my face out of the pillow as my cheeks glow a warm red and I nod at her “then stick with him who knows he may ask you to be he's girlfriend” I smile happily at her “well I know Piers probably ask you out at some point didn’t you relies he's eyes were on you all night” Kio looks at me and shakes her head “no.....i mean I caught him looking at me a few times but I didn’t know it was all night” Kio looked happy to hear that as she always felt he wouldn’t even give her a sideways glance but she was wrong he likes her and I can tell as today while in Windom he was also looking at her “well sis I hope you and Piers get together soon it be awesome and so cool” Kio giggled at me and nodded “well same goes with you and Raihan sis, anyway we should get some sleep who knows what tomorrow can bring for us” I nod and I reach for the switch to turn the lights off in the room and cuddled up with Zoro “night sis” Kio yawns and answers back “good night” and we soon fell asleep for the day ahed tomorrow and let's say it was an eventful one as we got invited to Windom stadium to watch a battle for the first time.
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As a Sondam enthusiast, allow me to assist you with both of them, and give you "brief" descriptions of them, and then tell you their optimal date.
I'll start off with the most loved of the two, and often the most understood.
Gundham is a person who uses a large, eccentric personality of supposed evil in order to disguise his true, incredibly kind and caring personality. Not only that, it is likely possible that he feels he is responsible for many, like many other characters you adore. This specific aspect is shown in his free time events, and how he chose to eat his mother's food, even if it tasted horrible, as he would rather suffer than make his mother feel disappointed in herself. Gundham's true self is shown very, very well during chapter four. He shows that while he acts like some evil overlord with no care for anyone or anything other than his dark devas, he, in truth, finds life, no matter how large or how small, is more important than anything. In fact, it could very well be the reason he chose to become a breeder.
Also, it is very likely that his father was absent, which could have likely made him feel like he was not worthy of, or even made him fear the love of most other people - with the exception of his mother - which also caused him to not have many friends in school, even deciding to stay with his schools nurse rather than participate in social events. Another reason is that the other kids potentially saw him as weird for his interests, and the way he acts.
Sonia, on the other hand, is so often cast aside as a boring character, and isn't given much light of day, despite her being surprisingly complex.
So many people see her as just a generic princess character - akin to some of the earlier disney princesses - or god forbid just a basic "dumb blonde" trope. However, in truth, she has a lot to her. In fact, she actually paralells THH Byakuya in some ways. While Byakuya being raised rich and almost royal brought him to want to be treated as such by his classmates, and caused him to look down on them, Sonia was the opposite. She constantly insists on her being treated just as everyone else is, and asks for everyone to forget about the royalty aspect of her, and rather to see her as a person, which, ironically, most people in the fandom don't do.
Being a princess, she wasn't allowed to socialize with many people her age if they weren't meant to be suitors, and as such, was unable to make valuable connections in life, which caused her to feel alone for a good bit of her childhood. Most of her life was dedicated to governing and education, such as learning 30 DIFFERNET LANGUAGES (which no one EVER talks about), causing her to have somewhat little free time. However, during the little free time she had, she developed a lot of hobbies. She learned a great deal about Japanese culture, and was able to find a true interest in darker topics, which she likely wasn't able to express to others, in order to keep her status as a noble and normal princess as it is.
Now, before we get to the subject of a date, I want to discuss both the effect on each other they had, along with chapter 4 as a whole.
Even before they had actually gotten close, the already were effecting each other. This is likely the reason that Sonia was able to show her interest in the occult, serial killers, and such, which is shown a good bit in chapter 2, helping with the initial therory and final explanation for Peko's murder method. But that's enough of that, lets get to Chapter four.
Now, chapter four of GD is one of my favorite chapters in the entire series. It has one of, if not THE most justified murder in the entire series, because it was entirely voluntary by both parties. But that's not what I'm meaning to discuss. Rather, the way it shows Gundham and Sonia's character and relationship.
In the original japanese version of the game, Gundham refers to everyone as "貴様," which is the Japanese equvalent of saying something like, "hey, you." Everyone, that is, except for Sonia. While this is more often used as shipping material, it also helps to explore Gundhams's character. While he sees most people as the sae as he did with his classmates in his childhood, who did not care to look past his interests, and saw him as weird, it's different for Sonia. She understands him. she sees him as a person with normal interests, who she is able to relate to and see herself in, and even is able to open up with in chapter four.
In the the chapter, Gundham kills for a different reason that anyone else in the entire series. Not for money, not for a family somewhere in the world, and not to escape. He kills to give everyone else hope. He doesn't take Nekomaru by suprise, in order to make it easy. No, he chooses to fight him one on one. Even with the obvious disadvantage, he made sure that Nekomaru gave his all, and won fairly. He didn't feel guilt, or at least not to the extent of other killers in the series. He did it for what he saw as the most noble cause he knew, and one that he knew his victim agreed with.
And if it seems like I'm talking too much about Gundham, I want to make it clear that he likely never would have gone through with this plan if it hadn't been for Sonia. Sonia had given Gundham something he had never felt in his life with someone other than his own mother.. Friendship, or something even more. Where all others saw an odd, edgy, weirdo of a classmate, Sonia saw something more. Someone unafraid to express his opinions, someone who was willing to stand for his own cause, and someone who she could relate to deeper down. No one throughout the game could get a genuine smile out of Gundham, but Sonia knew him more than anyone else could, and could get more out of him than anyone else could. Even during the trial, when Gundham himself almost began doubting his thoughts and beliefs, where he wouldn't even defend himself, who was it that gave him the determination to finish his own fight? Sonia. she was the reason that he was able to go out in a way that let him accomplish all he wanted.
Apologies for the senseless jibber-jabber that might be somewhat decipherable in a few years, lets get back to the topic at hand. Dates! Yippee!
I think they would accomplish what every emo kid would ever dream. Picnics in the backyards of haunted houses, vacations to Transylvania, and everything like that.
Anyway, I hope you understand them both a little better now. Love your stuff!
How do Gundham's and Sonia's dates look like?
I imagine they don't usually go for a nice dinner in a restaurant trope...
....their characters elude me. i just don't know what to do with them. please..someone tell me....what their dates are like...
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sugar sweet
richie tozier x fem reader
category: fluff, fluff, literally just fluff
word count: 3,3k
content warnings: swearing, stealing, slight nsfw (sexual innuendos... bc it’s richie tozier), a driving scene written by a bitch who can't drive, overbearing fluff, sonia
a/n: hello here’s a lil soft fic i wrote in a hyper state today <3 i had ‘beverly’ by ben wallfisch from the it 2017 soundtrack stuck in my head while i wrote the ending so !! enjoy
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"sweetheart, if you don't put your head back in, i'm afraid i'm gonna have to marie antoinette you."
you laughed dismissively at his empty threat, feeling a grin take over. you let the wind crash against your face and through your hair, the scent of sea salt softly filling your nose. if richie thought that you were going to give this feeling up, oh, was he wrong.
despite what he was saying, the sight of morning sunlight streaking through your flying hair and your torso poking out the passengers' window was one richie wished he could get used to. despite his nagging for the past half hour, ranting about the dangers of vehicular manslaughter and mishaps, he couldn't help but beam at your laughter.
he almost hit himself in the head for getting all worked up about safety like eddie always did, but it was something he found himself doing often with you. keeping you safe and sound was one of the few things that kept him from staying up all night. besides, you guys were going to see eddie and the rest of the losers in a bit anyways. the designated role of the pedantic worrier would soon be shrugged off richie's shoulders.
keeping one hand on the wheel, richie’s free hand never left the edge of your knee, not once in the hour-long drive. no matter how far you reached your body out his car's window, his fingers stayed glued around you. you never said anything about the gesture apart from placing your hand over his. being his was something you never got used to, but you were far from complaining.
"richierichierichie i think we're here!" you exclaim, ducking your head back inside the car.
"you sure, dummy? the massive ferris wheel and circus tent means we're close to the carnival?"
your hand leaves his to go shove his temple, "fuck off, rich."
"i know i know, you're really excited," he taps your knee, "so am i."
he pulls into the parking lot, expertly navigating his way through the crowded area before finding a space. an empty space which was coincidentally beside a sketchy beat-up minivan painted with "URIS," in fat letters.
richie laughs, "what are the fucking odds.”
his hand moves from the skin on your knee to the back of your seat, his body shifting to face the rear. you subtly eye your boyfriend sitting in the driver's seat and tried not to physically express any of the thoughts firing in your mind right then. dear god, did he look good today. you end up shamelessly staring at him as he strains his neck to squeeze his way through tight space. his knuckles turn to this ghostly shade of white when he flexed them against the wheel, his rings glinting under the sunlight.
once he finally put the car in park and shifted his weight back to you, he catches your gaze. throwing a wink, he pulls out the keys and stuffs his belongings into his jean pockets.
you’re sure he has zero clue about the effect any of this had on you. sure, he was your boyfriend but sometimes you found yourself feeling scared at how much you liked him. this boy has you wrapped around his finger and he barely knows half of it.
you reach over and run your fingers through his unruly hair a couple more times, enjoying the way the curls bounce back. “you look so good, rich.”
he rolls his eyes at your remark, but you don’t miss the way a small blush reaches tips of his ears. “enjoy it while it lasts, i can’t let the guards recognise me again.”
“i still can’t believe you got fired and banned on the same day, rich. that’s genuinely so impressive, you know that?"
richie rolls his eyes but you see the hint of a grin on his face, “you going soft on me, sweets?”
“could never.” you ruffle his hair, letting your nails glide along his scalp and you laugh at the way his head naturally tips back. richie had no clue why the feeling of your hands in his hair that made him short-circuit, but he wasn’t complaining.
“do we really have to go see them...” richie groans, grabbing your hand and placing it back onto his head when you pulled away.
“richard tozier. i did not pester you to drive us an hour away just so you could fold at me playing with your hair.”
he side-eyes you. “why did i agree to this again?”
“because every day for the last month you wouldn’t shut up about ‘taking eddie’s slushee v-”
“ed’s slushee virginity, riiiight,” he breaks out in a smile, “jesus, can you believe sonia never let him near one in his entire life?”
you tug his fringe towards you and the rest of his head followed, “well, now that he’s all alone there, someone’s got to be there to guide him through his first time, right?”
he faux-pouts back at you, the mischievous glint in his eye sparkling brighter. “fine.”
finally, you let go of his hair and he pecks a kiss against your cheek before putting on his sunglasses and tipping his cap further down his face. opening his car door, you sit there dumbfounded as you watch the 6'2 disguised dork clamber out of his side with your tote bag on his shoulder.
he glances back, offering a hand as if you were going to climb out on his side as well, “c’mon, we don’t have all day.” and richie made sure you knew that by dragging you through the park, evading the guards left and right in under a minute. it was only so long before you spotted a group of idiots wandering aimlessly. bev’s bright red hair was the instant identifier, and watching this bill’s lanky frame grab a fistful of stan’s curls to yank it about sealed the deal.
“stanley, darling,” richie yelled through the crowd, “if you wanted someone to pull your hair that badly you could’ve asked me nicely.” “shut the fuck up, trashmouth!” stan yelled back. “wait. rich?”
you walk over and sling your arm around bev, “you guys haven’t been waiting long, have you?” she grins at the sight of you, “no, but if i have to hear mike argue one more time that the high striker is apparently ‘broken’ i’m going to kill somebody.”
“do me a favour and kill me, bev!” stan’s voice cuts through, followed by a shriek when richie too grabs a handful of his hair.
bev’s hand leaves yours to go smack both boys upside the head. “y’all better stop acting like children before i get fucking fired. i’m not going out like dumbass richie here did.” she eyes the rest of them, who all halt in their tracks.
“yes, ma’am,” the chorus sighed.
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"ed's, i swear on your mother's smokin’ bod that blue is the. best. flavour. there's literally nothing wrong with it."
"you just called blue a flavour, richie-”
"because it can be. it doesn’t matter if blue and red colouring are the same, you can feel the difference.”
"no, i really can't. i don't understand how the colour blue could possibly be-"
richie groans, "fine, eat your mommy's packed lunch like the big boy you are." he teasingly starts to wave his cup in front of eddie's eyes.
"quit it, rich. if eddie doesn’t want toxins in his body, leave him be." ben interjects before sipping his own neon drink.
the boys huddled together around a picnic table they had managed to snatch before the carnival’s lunch rush swept over. richie and bev used to work in the carnival last summer, the two-week period spent with one another supposedly being “worse than the devil’s asscrack.” the comment itself earned richie five slaps, one each from the boys, and a high-five from bev. that was until richie got permanently banned (which you still don’t know how) and now bev carried on by herself whenever they roll back into derry.
currently, you and bev were on your way back from the concession stands, attempting not to spill anything. you each held at least four bags of carnival foods and drinks in your arms, bev also balancing the few candy bars she stashed under her shirt. teeter-tottering your way back to the boys, richie burst out in laughter at the sight of you struggling.
“as graceful as a job you’re doing with that, sweets, do you want some help?” he smirks, already swinging his leg over the chair.
“nope, nothing to see here,” you groan at richie’s smug grin. “rich, i swear to god if you come near me i am going to-”
“hurt me, hit me, murder me, mmhm. i’m sure you’ll do a whole lot of damage.” he winks, swiping the bags from your arms.
“freaky.” stan muttered, churning his slushee with the straw. you grumble at richie’s endearing irritating act of heroism and plop yourself next to stan empty-handed.
“here, you want some?” stan raises an eyebrow, offering his blue slushee towards you.
“thanks stan, but he’s got my...” you glance towards richie, half-expecting to see him distributing the snacks, only to see him aggressively nudge the slushees in eddie’s face. “you know what, i’ll take it.”
stan scoffed, “what, you thought i was offering this from the depths of my generous heart? i thought you knew me better-"
the sound of plastic crinkling and eddie’s yelp cut through stan’s sentence.
you look back at the sight of richie threatening to pour the ice into eddie’s hair, eddie shrieking and wildly missing punches at richie. dear god, your boyfriend was such a menace. richie and eddie never spent a day where they weren’t at eachother’s throats though, but anyone with a pair of eyes could see that they deeply loved one another. rich had that effect on people, you think. he was rarely overtly loving, but it’s not like he needed to be. you guys just knew.
ben smiles sweetly between you and your gaze on richie. “you’re staring again, y/n.”
you immediately snap out of it and go to slug ben in the shoulder. “was not.”
“was too.”
"was. not."
"was too!"
you narrow your eyes at ben who sheepishly smiles in innocence. he reaches over to grab a couple onion rings from your bag to which you lightly slap the back of his hand. he groans, trying again from another angle, “just because i pointed out your goo-goo eyes at trashmouth?”
bev snatched a couple rings from across you and threw them at ben. he chuckles gleefully at the perfect catch. “you know, he’s not wrong,” she points out.
“for the last time, i wasn’t staring,” you groan.
“not about that, genius. the way you’re absolutely whipped for that dick.” she smiles. “i mean,” you barely conceal your smirk, “the dick is pretty g-”
"not what i meant," bev sighs while the rest of them groan at your words.
“seriously though,” bill asks with genuine curiosity, “how did you even end up together? how do you even like someone that much?” bev tuts from the other side, “tread lightly there, denbrough.”
“shut up, you know what i mean. it’s trashmouth we’re talking ’bout here.” bill grins, “it’s a mystery how someone can shut him up so quick.”
you laugh to yourself, thinking about the few times you get to see richie completely speechless. “it’s not that hard, you know?” you shrug softly at the way the losers nod. you may all pretend to hate the life out of him but he always had a special place in each of your hearts. “he cares with everything he’s got, no matter what. he’s always there for you even if you don’t want him to be. i just...i don’t think he’s been anything less than...”
“-if you say ‘perfect’, i’m going to hit you.” stan says.
you roll your eyes at stan, “fuck off, but... but yeah. it’s so easy to love him and i honestly owe you guys an apology for being so annoyingly whipped for that dork,” you joke.
aside from the distant bickering coming from richie and eddie in their own little world, a silence hung over the six of you. it was too quiet. wondering if you said something wrong, you scan over them, only to be met with six variations of a smirk. more than confused, you chuckle nervously. “i was joking about the apology thing but if you really want-”
“you said ‘love.’” bev laughed.
“what?”
“you said ‘love,’” she repeated. “that you loved him.”
“i... of course i love him, he’s..” not trusting any more of the words coming out of your mouth, you cut yourself off and gather your thoughts.
of course you loved richie. each and every one of you loved your resident trashmouth, he was one of your best friends. the two of you were the closest of friends, an insufferable duo for years before you began dating. it might have only been a few weeks since he asked you out, but it’s not like too much changed from when you were friends.
there was only more love, more affection, only slightly more sexual innuendos (majority of them were solely just to piss off stan).
so of course you loved him. more than you did when you were friends. which he’s gotta know... right?
“fuck, maybe i do owe you guys an apology.” you joke.
“don’t think twice about it, this is nothing compared to him. if i took a shot for every time he went on some sort of love ramble about you, i’d be fucking dead.” bev replies, “and then he would carry on.”
you laugh, shaking your head in denial, “c’mon, he does not do that.”
“are you blind?” mike speaks up. “you’ve had him since the first day you joined us at the barrens. i can still see fourteen-year-old richie ogling you clear as day.”
you stammered at your response, tripping over your words. “mike, i think you broke her. she’s become bill,” stan teases.
you go to shove stan again and sorely miss. “anyways, my point is...”
you avoid their eye contact and go back to churning stan’s slushee. “he has my heart, fuck, he’s got all of our hearts. like, is he an asshole? sure. does he get on my nerves every other day? definitely. will he be the death of me? probably. but i l-”
“i sure hope you’re winding up to something there, sweets.”
you snap your head up from your dreamy rambling to see richie smirking next to you and eddie squeezing himself next to bill. you feel yourself go bright red at the realisation that he had been listening.
“i- no. that was it.”
“you sure? you going off about me... ‘but’...” richie pushes, quoting your words.
“richie, if you genuinely think you have redeeming qualities, i suggest some self-reflection.” stan quipped. “yeah, i was just pointing how much you bother us. no ifs, no buts,” you jokingly agree.
“mean,” richie rolls his eyes, shifting back in his seat next to you.
he’s gotta know... right?
you wink and stick your tongue out playfully, to which richie raises an eyebrow at. he glances between the blue drink in your hand and your tongue, his gaze on your lips making you nervous.
“now, what?” you sigh, wiping the ice from your mouth and pretending that you weren’t dying to know what was churning in that brain of his.
“nothing,” richie shrugs smugly, “just that i’ve always wanted to know how my cock looked blue.”
the comment took you off guard, your instant blush only fuelling richie’s grin. without hesitation, you lean over with a faux-pout, an act that has richie’s eyes wide. “careful there, trashmouth,” you tease loudly. “you keep this up and you’ll see how stan’s looks blue.”
bev immediately gasps with her hand over her mouth, followed by mike’s stifled cackle as he slapped richie’s back. the rest of the group looks frankly stunned, and stan’s face is on a whole different level of red.
richie doesn’t even look the least bit angry. his jaw is dropped slightly and he runs his hand over his jaw, trying to stop the chuckle that leaves his throat. if anything he looks proud.
shaking his head with a smile, he slings his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer. “that’s my girl,” he grins.
“yeah, that for sure is tozier’s,” bill says.
there’s no way any of you miss the way richie’s face goes red under that comment and your heart skips a beat when he squeezes your side. when no one’s looking, you lean up and kiss by his ear, absolutely delighted by the deeper shade of red on his face.
“darl, if you don’t stop that i’m going to go as red as stan,” he whispers into your hair. the both of you look back at the boy who’s trying to concentrate on his slushee and not the blush that’s continued to creep to his neck. “i’m actually getting concerned.”
you giggle, “shh, he’s fine.”
“no really, i give it a couple seconds before eddie pulls out his medical fanny pack,” richie says.
you look up at him as you’re tucked into his side, his arm still slung around your shoulder. his dark hair and eyelashes caught the sunlight, his blue eyes glinting as he glanced back. his lips were tipped into their signature cheeky smile, almost like a cue that he was going to say something out of hand. you felt the swell of your heart grow as he raised his eyebrows, prompting what he knew you were going to say.
“you know, earlier...” you whisper, looking down to his hand intertwining with yours. “i just... i wanted to say that i... you know... that i-”
“i feel like i should be offended at how hard it is for you to tell me you love me, sweets,” he whispers back, clearly trying to keep a straight face. fuck. “oh god please, you know i-” richie shushes you, kissing the crown of your head. “it’s okay, i know.” you can feel the curve of his lips against your hair. “i love you too.”
trying to tame the aggressive blush and stupid smile that reached your face, you follow his gaze over to eddie. just like richie joked, he had this fanny pack laid on the table in front of stan. you weren’t listening to anything they were saying, but you watched the way stan was squirming from eddie, insisting he did not have heatstroke. mike stood right behind stan, pinching his cheeks and periodically wrapping his strong arms around stan to stop him from squirming. bev was leaning across ben and bill’s laps, joining in and poking her fun at eddie and you notice how bill’s hands traces figures along bev’s side. ben gazes at the group of them, chiming in every so often when stan’s quips got too violent.
it was one of those moments you wish you could freeze.
after a while, richie whispers into your ear. “do you think they’d even notice if we left for the ferris wheel?”
you break your eye contact from the group to gaze up at him. “nope, not at all. you think you can sneak us some tickets?”
“please, you think i got kicked out of here for nothing?” he scoffs.
“is this how you’re going to get banned again?” you grin, poking his side, “stealing tickets for your girl?”
with a soft smile, he takes your hand to subtly stand and back away from the group. with stifled giggles, the both of you manage to make it at least twenty feet without the losers even noticing. the second you two were out of earshot, richie wraps his hand around yours and begins to run, “i wouldn't want it any other way."
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The Wrong Lifetime — Epilogue // Wanda Maximoff
chapter fourteen | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad
author’s note: the final part is here! thanks again to everyone who stuck around with this fic, i really appreciate it 😊💗 now enjoy!!
The sound of a rooster crowing pulled me from my slumber and I groaned when I realised I definitely wasn't getting back to bed anytime soon.
Quiet laughter came from beside me and I didn't have to open my eyes to know that Wanda was finding my disgruntled self entertaining.
"I said yes to the chickens," I mumbled tiredly, not opening my eyes as I stupidly thought it would let me contain my sleep for a little bit longer, "but I should have drawn the line at the rooster."
Her fingers grasped my shoulder as she rolled over to hover above me. I squinted through my tired eyes, seeing the amused smile on her lips as she looked down at me. Despite how much of a morning person I wasn't, I appreciated how beautiful she looked with bed hair and a nightie.
"Shut up," she said jokingly, and I closed my eyes again. "You love them."
I rolled my eyes beneath closed lids. "I'd love to cook them, sure."
She slapped my shoulder gently. "Don't talk about Nikolai, Vanya and Sonia like that!"
A smile ghosted my lips. The first thing she'd done when getting the damn chickens was name them the most Sokovian names she could think of – I shouldn't have expected anything less. Though, now it meant she was extremely attached to them.
"My apologies, love," I mumbled.
She hummed disapprovingly before putting her whole body weight on top of me and hugging me. I sighed contently, resting an arm around her waist and appreciating the feeling of her so close to me. I could have fallen back asleep in this position if it wasn't for Wanda's wide-awake, curious self. Why did she have to be such a morning person?
"So, what are your plans for today?" she asked, fingers scratching against my shoulder blade tenderly.
I exhaled calmly. "I'm going to attempt to fall back asleep right now... then I'll let you know afterwards when I wake up."
She didn't say anything after that, and I was stupid to believe I'd gotten away with it because she suddenly got up and straddled me, jumping up slightly and startling me awake.
"Wake up!" she ordered, too hyper for my sleepy self.
I groaned, rubbing my eyes and finally opening them to see her looking down at me with a grin, hair falling around her face. There was a hint of annoyance in my expression as I narrowed my eyes, but she ignored it as she rested her hands on my chest.
"I hate you," I muttered.
"You're up now, so let's do something," she insisted, making me roll my eyes. "We should go on a walk. It's pretty outside. The sun's rising and it'll be fun!"
The sun's rising because its bloody dawn and that damn rooster crows at the same time every day, leaving me disgruntled and annoyed.
But of course, I didn't have the energy to explain that to Wanda, so I simply shook my head and closed my eyes. "Maybe tomorrow, Wanda."
She suddenly leaned down, jolting me slightly and making me open my eyes. She was inches away from my face as she pouted.
"Not tomorrow, now!" she exclaimed loudly, before leaning forward and peppering kisses all over my face.
I sighed, keeping her stable by resting a hand on her waist, but not appreciating the fact that falling asleep would definitely be a challenge now.
"I love you, Wanda, but please keep it down," I said quietly, still not used to her energy so early in the morning.
"Tell me what I can do to wake you up," she said sternly, stopping kissing me and sitting upright again.
"Absolutely nothing, love."
"Oh? Nothing?"
I hummed and closed my eyes again, getting used to her weight on top of me and deciding I could probably fall back asleep if she was quiet long enough. Wishful thinking, of course.
Her fingers found mine and she slowly lifted my hand, putting it underneath her dress and on her thigh. I knew what she was doing – it was cute – but it wouldn't work.
Not even bothering to open my eyes, I said, "Wanda, darling, we've been together for three years. I am able to resist your charm, believe it or not."
"Really?" she asked challengingly, letting go of my hand and resting hers on my shoulders. "I don't believe you."
Before I could counter her with a response, she leaned down and began nibbling on my ear softly. It was a sensation I was familiar with, but I refused to let her get her way, so I ignored her stubbornly. She knew me too well though, as she let go of my ear and trailed kisses down my neck before sucking on the skin sensually. Admittedly, I was a lot more awake then I was thirty seconds ago, definitely aroused by the gorgeous woman on top of me, but she couldn't win this. Not when she was playing very unfairly.
"Wanda," I said with a warning tone, squeezing her thigh and signalling for her to stop.
I should have figured that would provoke her even more, as she manoeuvred herself so her knee was now pressing between my legs. I'm ashamed to admit that I gasped into her shoulder at the sudden pressure, and judging from the quiet laugh she let out, she was very much aware of the effect she had on me.
"I told you you couldn't resist," she said knowingly, raising her head from my neck so she could meet my eyes.
Hers were darkened with pleasure and mischievousness, darting to my lips. I glared at her.
"I really hate you."
She shook her head, tongue wetting her lips, as a playful smirk stared down at me. "No you don't. Now lose the nightdress, moya lyubov' (my love)."
I tried to retort, but she closed the gap between us, lips capturing mine in a heated kiss. I definitely didn't mind being woken up like this...
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After actually getting out of bed, I reluctantly agreed to go on a walk with Wanda, strolling around our premises and making the most of the countryside we lived in. As much as I didn't want to admit, I was glad she'd dragged me outside, since the morning stroll only made me appreciate our home more.
When we returned, Wanda went to her studio whilst I made us some tea in the kitchen, hoping to warm us up after the slight chill in the Autumn air. I joined her soon enough, smiling when I saw how involved she was with her work in no time. The studio was big enough for her to make a mess and it not seem so messy since it was spacious enough. I shouldn't have expected any different – Wanda couldn't tidy up to save her life.
"One day I'm going trip over your things," I announced as I stepped over some loose materials by the door, teacup and saucer in hand.
She chuckled, though her attention was still on her painting. "When that day finally comes, I'll clean up. Promise."
"Of course," I muttered sarcastically.
I stopped behind her and studied the painting she was working on. It was a close-up of a flower bed, with intricate details being put in the flowers themselves and ladybirds flying around. Wanda sensed my presence and accepted the tea from my hand, smiling at me gratefully before blowing on it to cool it down.
"Is this that commission you got last week?" I asked curiously.
She nodded, unaware of the paint streaks on her face. I rested a hand on her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, smiling at how adorable she was.
"The guy is paying double for me to put twelve ladybirds in the painting," she explained with amusement. "He wants to be able to count every single one."
I snorted with laughter. "Wow. That's very strange."
She shrugged, though I knew she was thinking the same. "A commission's a commission... is it evil if I only put eleven in?"
I laughed, nodding. She glanced up at me with a bright smile on her lips.
"It's very evil," I told her, before squeezing her shoulder.
She grabbed my hand on her shoulder, holding it comfortingly. "D'you want to do some gardening later?"
"Sure. I've just gotta do some work on my manuscript first. The writer's block is real."
"Of course," she said, giving me a knowing look. "Best-selling authors don't just become best-selling authors without putting in the work."
I rolled my eyes at her comment, but a smile played on my lips. "I'm leaving now."
She chuckled and I pressed a kiss to her cheek, trying not to get paint on my lips.
"Good luck with the writing," she said as I began to leave.
"And you with the painting," I called back.
Today was nothing special – probably a regular day when it came to Wanda and I's lives – but it made me smile. If the past three years had taught me anything, it was to be grateful for the mundane.
After Wanda broke things off with Y/B/N, it took a while for both of our families to recuperate. In their eyes, Y/B/N had broken things off because he wasn't interested in Wanda anymore, hence our parents' reaction. And Wanda's parents were upset because they believed it was her fault that Y/B/N wasn't interested, hence their reaction.
Our relationship with the Maximoffs was inescapable though, since Y/B/N and I were authors of theirs, so we had to mend what was broken. The only person who knew the truth about Wanda breaking it off with Y/B/N, apart from me and him, was Pietro. He didn't know why, but he knew that it was Wanda's choice.
After things calmed down between our families and everybody's anger had faded, around about the time that my second book was released, I'd saved enough money from the sales to buy a place of my own. With my father's help, I was able to buy a cottage in the countryside – the perfect place for privacy and to do my writing.
It was surprising that I got help from my dad, since I half expected him to be against the idea. But he was so proud of me for achieving all I had that he was happy to help. So, I got my own place and the first thing I did was invite Wanda to live with me. Nobody really saw it as more than two friends living together, especially since Wanda had started selling her paintings under a male pseudonym. Her parents were only reluctant because they wanted her to get married, but after she told them that she didn't want to and stood her ground, they left her alone.
I think they realised that they couldn't exactly stop her, and if they tried to, they'd lose their daughter in the process. So, to Wanda and I's excitement, we were moving in together...
"Are we there yet?" Wanda asked for the millionth time.
"Terpeniye (patience)," I told her, and felt her smile beneath my hands that were covering her eyes.
"Nice pronunciation," she commented, and I couldn't tell if she was teasing or not.
We finally stopped before the cottage and I was buzzing with excitement. I'd chosen it with Wanda in mind, a surprise for her, since I knew she'd only ever wanted to live in a place like this. What better way to give her that then now with me?
"Okay, this is it," I announced, removing my hands from her face.
I stepped beside her, leaning forward to see her reaction. She was raising her eyebrows with surprise, taking in the appearance of the front of the cottage. It was in a lovely field with tall trees and colourful flowers surrounding it. Vines had overgrown the bricks, but it looked stunning and I hoped Wanda would think the same.
Her lips curved upwards into a grin of disbelief. "This is it? This is ours?"
I pulled the key from my pocket and held it out towards her. "It is. All ours."
She laughed wholeheartedly, jumping up with excitement before grabbing the key and pulling me into a hug. I laughed alongside her, returning the hug, before pressing a kiss to her cheek and motioning to the door.
"Do the honours and I'll show you around," I told her with a smile.
She was practically beaming as she moved to the door, opening it. Her excitement only intensified when she saw the living-room it extended into, a large fireplace in the centre of the back wall and the furniture already in place.
"We can change the décor," I told her as I showed her around. "This came with the place, but we can change it up to however we want."
"I love it."
I intertwined our fingers, admiring the sparkle of delight in her blue eyes as she looked around the place eagerly. That was the look that made this whole thing worth it.
"You've not even see the best bit," I said, before tugging her into the hallway. "There's a kitchen and our bedroom and of course, a study for me, but this is the bit I know you'll love."
She watched with curiosity but allowed me to skip the other rooms and show her the room that I envisioned as her art studio. It was a spacious room, filled with random, old furniture from the previous owners, but I ignored it and stepped further inside, facing Wanda.
"This can be your studio!" I exclaimed, motioning around me. "Look, here can be where your desk can be." I pointed to the left wall, the space in front of it. "You can get some shelves put here for your supplies. And here–" I pointed to the space before the window at the back, "–is where you can paint on your easels. The natural light will be perfect!"
She followed my every move, hanging onto my every word, and nodded along with a joyful expression.
"I can't believe you've already thought about it," she admitted.
"Come here," I said, waving my hand for her to join me. She did and I wrapped an arm around her waist, stopping before the window. "You see that?"
"The perfect view," she realised, eyes wide as they took in the view of the garden, which I planned to show her next. "It's beautiful."
"You can paint everything there," I said with a nod. "The trees. The flowers. And this place isn't far from the train station, so we can take some day trips, too."
She leaned into my side gratefully. "Y/N, I love it. All of it."
My heart fluttered as she said that, it being all I wanted to hear.
"We can also get the coop for the chickens you wanted," I reminded her, before pointing out the window. "Right there. We'll get fresh eggs and they're cute – what's not to love?"
She pulled apart, arms still laced around me, and I waited to see what she thought. Her eyes twinkled in the sunlight coming from the window, matching the smile on her lips. Then she moved forward quickly, kissing me hard and leaving me no chance to react before she pulled away.
"I have no words," she said softly, caressing my cheek. "I'm so grateful."
My face was warm as I smiled shyly. "I'm glad. You know I'd do anything for you."
Her smile widened as she leaned in again. "Thank you."
Moving in with her was the best thing to happen to me, and my dream of being published had come true, so that was saying a lot. We both knew we could never get married and be together in public, but this was the next best thing. We had our own little slice of heaven to merely be, and it was perfect. She could paint as much as she liked and I could write as much as I liked, the two of us making a living and not having to rely on husbands we didn't love.
The only people who knew about the truth of our relationship was Steve. I knew I could never trust my family with the truth, knowing liking women was very different to becoming a writer. So, I was content with them living in denial about why Wanda and I lived together. Wanda was the same with her parents, but it was a few months into moving in when she decided she wanted to tell Pietro.
I was obviously hesitant, since Pietro was a standup guy, the reason I was even as successful as I was, but I wasn't sure if he'd be okay with discovering his sister liked women and I was the one she was with. Wanda was certain he'd understand though, since he was her twin and would only want the best for her. Plus, according to her, he loved me, so he wouldn't have a problem with it.
He was her twin at the end of the day, and nobody knew him better than her, so I trusted her to tell him and decided we could do it at dinner, inviting both him, Steve and Peggy over. Peggy didn't know about Wanda and I either, but I wanted to tell her, so we decided to do it together...
"We've been here three times and it still makes me jealous how peaceful it is," Peggy complimented as the five of us sat around the kitchen table. "No annoying neighbours. No nosy townspeople. It's perfect."
"Thank you," Wanda said with a friendly smile. "That's why we love it, too."
"Are you all finished?" I asked, standing up to grab mine and Wanda's plates.
"Oh, please, let me help," Pietro offered, about to stand up, but I shook my head.
"It's okay, I've got it," I politely declined, before stacking the plates together to take to the sink.
I glanced at Wanda and she gave me a knowing look before clearing her throat and looking to her brother.
"Piet, can you help me with something in my studio?" she asked him casually. "There's a lightbulb I can't quite reach."
He nodded and wiped his face with his napkin. "Er, sure." He looked to everyone else. "If you'll excuse me."
The two of them left the kitchen, leaving me with Steve and Peggy. I distracted myself with putting the plates in the sink before popping the kettle on, knowing they'd want tea.
"Dinner was lovely, Y/N, thank you for tonight," Steve started, easing the tension he knew I was feeling. I'd told him my intentions before inviting them and he was completely okay with the idea. "You and Wanda seem to be more and more comfortable every time we come here."
I leaned against the counter as I smiled gratefully at him, knowing he was giving me an opening to tell Peggy the truth.
"Yeah, we are," I said, eyes flickering to Peggy's as she watched on with interest. "We, er..."
My mouth went dry as the words I'd practiced in the mirror this morning escaped me. I'd only ever told Steve about Wanda and I, and that was by accident. I knew Peggy wouldn't judge me, but it was still terrifying to admit.
"Y/N, sweetie, are you okay?" Peggy asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, sorry..." I just had to say it. No more overthinking. "Wanda and I are together. As more than more friends. I'm in love with her."
Peggy raised her brows with surprise, barely believing it, but then she glanced at Steve and knew I was being serious. I let out a breath of relief, glad that I'd finally said it.
She stood up from her seat and I was half-afraid she'd leave altogether, but she didn't. She walked to me and pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me gently.
"Thank you for trusting me with such an important thing," she said, pulling away and smiling at me gently. "I guess it makes sense. You both compliment each other well and make each other happy. It's beautiful to see."
"Thank you," I said, returning her smile. "That means a lot coming from you."
She nodded and glanced at her husband. "I take it Steve already knew."
He raised his hands in defence. "Hey, I basically figured it out myself!"
She rolled her eyes playfully and I couldn't help but laugh.
"He did," I backed him up. "And he was the only person to know, so I owe him a lot. He gave me the support I wanted when I had nobody else."
Peggy smiled endearingly at Steve before looking to me with kind eyes. "Well, now you're not alone. You have me, too."
"I know. I'm glad."
"Does anybody else know? Or is it just Steve and I?" she asked hesitantly.
"Just you two," I explained. "My family would never understand. Especially with Wanda and her history with my brother. Same with her family. But she's actually telling Pietro about us now. I can only hope he'll take it well."
Peggy was certain as she said, "I'm sure he will."
I made tea for all of us and joined Peggy and Steve at the table as we waited for the Maximoff twins' return. Eventually, Wanda returned with her brother in tow and judging by the smile on her face, I could only hope it went well. Though I noticed the tear streaks on her cheeks and joined her side with mild concern.
"Are you okay?" I asked, grabbing her hand, but I didn't get chance to hear a response as I felt myself being lifted off the ground.
"Y/N!" Pietro exclaimed in my ear, hugging me from behind. "Welcome to the family, sestra (sister)!"
He set me down and stepped beside his sister, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and tugging her close. A grin was directed my way as Wanda's cheeks dusted pink. She was glowing with happiness, her brother's opinion mattering the most, and it warmed my heart to witness.
"I see things went well," I noticed, before smiling at Pietro. "Thank you, Pietro. It means a lot to have your support. Though you know this doesn't make me your sister, right?"
"Yet," he pointed out, making me sigh. "You know, I always suspected you had the hots for my sister, but I could never be sure."
Now it was my turn to flush with embarrassment, especially when Steve and Peggy laughed from the sidelines.
"Wanda's happiness is all that matters to me," he continued, looking to his sister with a genuine smile. "I'm glad she picked the right Y/L/N."
I chuckled awkwardly, eyes falling to a nervous Wanda. "Me and you both, mate." He laughed, patting me on the back, and I gave him an appreciative nod. "Seriously, though, thank you, Pietro. Your approval means a lot."
"No problem," he said with a shrug. "I'm always here if you need me."
"As are we," Peggy added, before looking to Wanda. "Both of you. Anything you need, ever, just let us know. It's what we're here for."
"Thank you," Wanda said for both of us, and when she looked my way, I knew she was thinking the same thing I was.
We were lucky that the most important people in our lives knew the truth about us and were supportive. We couldn't have asked for anything more.
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As promised, after spending the morning on my manuscript and Wanda with her commission, we went into the garden to do some gardening. And by we, I meant I was doing it as she attempted to help out beside me.
"Hey, I think there's something stuck here," Wanda said, fingers stuck in a pot of soil.
"Then pull it out," I said like it was obvious, trying not to laugh.
I continued to rake the plant beds before me so I could eventually plant some vegetable seeds when Wanda's adamant voice spoke up again.
"I think you should check it out, Y/N, I can't seem to get it."
"Wanda..."
"Come on!" she insisted, and I sighed dramatically before dropping my rake and heading towards her.
Kneeling down beside her, I took a peek in the plant pot and put my hand in, rooting around until my fingers found something metal.
"It seems to be a ring," I realised, pulling it out and dusting the soil off it. "Maybe the suppliers of the soil dropped it in accidentally. Or maybe a bird dropped it in the pot without you realising..." I chewed on my lip with thought. "Huh. Well, here you go."
I gave it back to Wanda and prepared myself to stand back up, but Wanda groaned and facepalmed.
"What's got your knickers in a twist?" I asked with an amused smile.
She looked up at me through parted fingers. "It's my ring."
"How many times have I told you to stop wearing rings when we're gardening?!" I said questioningly, shaking my head. "Stuff like this always happens!"
She rolled her eyes and looked up to the sky. "Why am I in love with an idiot?"
"Wanda–"
"It's for you," she said, holding out the ring.
I furrowed my brows. "Well, why didn't you just– wait." My eyes widened as I realised what she was implying, feeling stupid for not realising sooner. "Is this– are you– huh?"
Wanda swallowed nervously before clutching the ring tightly and meeting my gaze. "I've been in love with you for a long time, you know that," she said softly, her accent thick with emotion. "The time we've spent here in our little safe haven has been the best of my life. And I... I know we live in a world that won't let us be together. But that hasn't stopped us."
My heart was hammering in my chest as Wanda offered me a small, nervous smile. We'd never talked about marriage since we were so content in our little bubble, but clearly she'd thought about it without me knowing. I guess I had, too. But I never expected either of us to do anything about it.
"I know we can never really be married, but what is marriage if not a union between two people who are in love anyway? I mean, we basically already have that." She snickered to ease her nerves, then licked her lips shakily, eyes tearing up. "I'm asking you to marry me and if you say yes, I'll know you're my wife and that's all that'll matter... so Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?"
I didn't even need to think about it. Wanda was the love of my life and just like she'd said, the past three years had been the best. We could never truly be married in the eyes of the world, but she'd be my wife and that would be enough. She'd always be enough.
"Of course I will, Wanda," I answered, tears of happiness slipping from my eyes.
She raised her eyebrows. "Yes? You said yes?"
I laughed, nodding, and leaned forward to kiss her. She returned the favour, salty tears mingling between our lips, but it didn't matter because she was going to be my wife and that's all I could think about.
Our smiles broke the kiss and I wiped her tears away with my thumb before pressing another kiss to her lips.
"Here, let me put this on you," she said between laughter, hands fumbling as she tried to find mine.
I put out my hand and let her slide the ring on my finger. It was a simple silver band with a small, elegant gemstone sat on top, perfect for someone like me who didn't like anything too flashy.
"It's beautiful, Wanda, thank you," I said, smiling through my tears.
"I've been wanting to ask you for a while, but I wasn't sure you'd say yes," she admitted.
"Are you joking? Why wouldn't I?" I asked with an exploding happiness in my chest. "I'm so bloody in love with you, Wanda Maximoff."
She laced our fingers together as she nodded in agreement. "That's good. Because I'm in love with you, too."
And when she said that, it wasn't unlike anything she'd told me before. If she wasn't telling me she loved me, she was showing me in all sorts of ways. But this was different... this was the first time she'd told me as my fiancé. And then she'd soon be my wife. And it made me realise.
I'd spent so long thinking that if we were in a different life, we could have had it all. But we were getting it all now, so maybe, just maybe, this wasn't the wrong lifetime after all.
FIN.
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I’ve been really into Komahina lately. This started off all lighthearted but then became a bucketload of Komahina hurt/comfort. Just because I think Nagito needs more people to care about him. This is post-hope arc when they are just trying to be normal again. - Circle
Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33992074
Warning: descriptions of injuries (nothing serious but requires stitches), blood, some spoilers for SDR2 game and the anime.
Nagito wasn’t surprised when his bad luck struck that day. He’d been having too much of a good time. He’d come to expect this, to feel a wary tension whenever something nice happened because he knew the bad was now right around the corner.
At least this time the luck had affected himself rather than the other Ultimates. The morning had been so happy and relaxed, the perfect conditions for Nagito to let his guard down. He was so grateful to be invited on the beach trip with Hajime, Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi. They’d acted like it was no big deal, like they had no idea of the gravity their invitation held.
“You want to hang out with a nobody like me? The Ultimates are so generous, I don’t deserve such-” Nagito started, but then Hajime put a hand over his mouth, Kazuichi stuck his fingers in his ears and Fuyuhiko told him to shut the fuck up - but all three did this fondly.
It was easy to grow accustomed to the beach when living on a tropical island, but it seemed especially beautiful that day. Blue sea and white sand shimmered with a special sort of exotic glamour - though perhaps that was down to the three other men laughing along and acting like he was equal to them. It was absurd, really, that these Ultimates should give him any attention. He was about to voice this very thought, but then Hajime took Nagito’s hand without hesitation - without a hint of shame - and the words died away. A strange warm feeling bloomed in his chest, heavy and unfamiliar.
Hajime must’ve sensed he was getting overwhelmed, because he led Nagito back up the beach while Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko went swimming. Or at least Fuyuhiko went swimming; Kazuichi paddled and ran for the shore whenever a strand of seaweed brushed against his leg. Hajime spread their towels out in the shade of a palm tree, lying flat and gesturing for Nagito to do the same. “Come on, get in the shade. I know how easily your skin burns.”
“Don’t you want to swim too, Hajime?” Nagito asked, flopping down. He let his head fall back onto Hajime’s stomach, making his grunt softly.
“No, it’s okay. I could tell you needed some peace and quiet.”
Nagito frowned. Hajime was doing that much more often, seeing through his smiles and cheerful comments to the truth inside. Nagito knew he should be happy, grateful even. Hajime wanted to know him better. Hajime wanted to understand him. So why did it make Nagito feel so raw and vulnerable, like Hajime was scrubbing away a layer of his skin?
“You shouldn’t have to miss time with your friends for someone like me,” Nagito said. “You were nice enough to bring me along. That’s more than enough.”
“What, do you think I’m going to chain you to a tree like a dog while we have fun? I’m not missing out on time with anybody. I’m spending time with you, Nagito. Because I want to. I like to. Right?” Hajime said, his voice exasperated. But then Nagito felt a hand in his hair, clumsy yet gentle, and he knew Hajime wasn’t really upset with him.
Nagito felt the weird feeling come back, itching insistently. He forced himself to give a lighthearted laugh. “You’re so inspiring, Hajime. You have hope for everyone, even miserable wretches like me.”
“Nagito.”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
Nagito did as he was told. Hajime started idly fiddling with Nagito’s hair, taking hold of one wild curl and pulling it straight, then letting it bounce back. Nagito wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, nervous giggles tickling the back of his throat. This wasn’t them. They weren’t tender and gentle and soft. They weren’t sweet words and walks on the beach and fingers running through hair. Their relationship was messy. They were angry outbursts and nightmares and holding onto each other too tightly, too long.
Nagito remained tense for a long time, but Hajime didn’t speak again. His hand continued moving through Nagito’s mop of hair until - finally - he felt the man sigh and release the tension in his shoulders. With the warm sun on his face and his head bobbing slowly up and down to the rhythm of Hajime’s breaths, Nagito felt his eyelids droop. And the nightmares didn’t come this time.
Hajime must’ve slept too, because they were both woken by a splash of icy water over their faces. Hajime yelped and sat upright so hastily Nagito tumbled off him onto the sand, spluttering in shock, wet hair plastered to his face.
Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi loomed over them with empty buckets, grinning impishly. Hajime lifted his sopping fringe with one hand to glare at them, and they both burst out laughing.
“You two were sleeping the day away! We didn’t want you getting dehydrated.”
“It was Kazuichi’s idea,” Fuyuhiko said.
“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Hajime growled.
“It wasn’t! Fuyuhiko started it,” Kazuichi said, but he was giggling like an idiot and it was clear he was lying.
Hajime stumbled to his feet, hauled Nagito up and snatched Kazuichi’s bucket from his hands. “Right, come on, Nagito. Payback.”
Hajime started running to the shoreline, dragging Nagito along. Fuyuhiko made for the sea too, and Kazuichi, who was now without a bucket, ran to the right of the beach, clambering over the slick rocks by the cliffs to hide.
“I’ll go after him,” Nagito told Hajime. “I know there’s only two buckets but I could… throw seaweed at him, I suppose. He seemed afraid of it in the water.”
Hajime snorted. “Yes, do that! That’s hilarious. I’ll get Fuyuhiko.”
“No you fucking won’t!” Fuyuhiko yelled.
So Nagito ran down to the side of the beach too. The damp black rocks appeared every low tide as the sea retreated, leaving behind a selection of tiny pools filled with small fish and anemones and little crabs. The rocks were covered with seaweed and very slippery, and Nagito was barefoot. He should’ve known better - he was used to watching out for potential hazards - but Nagito knew Gundham and Sonia had been down there on several occasions to study the wildlife in the rock pools, and neither of them had been sensibly dressed. Sonia was even in heels, for God’s sake. Surely the rocks couldn’t be that treacherous.
He wasn’t thinking properly. It was just nice to finally be able to act silly and do stupid stuff with people who seemed to want him around, even if they were just being kind. Nagito had never been in a water fight in his life. He was kidding himself he was normal.
So he clambered over the slime-covered rocks with reckless abandon, barely pausing to breathe. He had his eyes on Kazuichi in the distance, and he didn’t notice the small rock pool until he was slipping into it, his right foot sliding over sharp rock and rough barnacles. The pain and the shock of the icy water screamed all the way up his leg and his knees gave way, sending him falling onto his behind in the pool with a splash. He sat still for several seconds, the sole of his foot screaming.
Kazuichi had originally started laughing when he saw Nagito fall, but his expression clouded when Nagito didn’t join in. Usually Nagito smiled after his clumsy moments and said something about his bad luck being a stepping stone for hope later or some similar bullshit. But this time Nagito didn’t smile. He didn’t attempt to get up. He just sat there, face blank.
“Hey,” Kazuichi called, slowly creeping over. He still wasn’t quite sure if this was a trick. He didn’t want to get a face full of seawater. “You alright?”
Nagito didn’t react. He didn’t even blink. Kazuichi moved closer, coming right up to the rock pool and bracing himself. Nagito didn’t try to splash him. He just sat, blank-faced, twirling one finger idly in the water and making pinkish swirls with the… sand? Silt? Kazuichi couldn’t tell what it was floating in the rock pool, but it didn’t look sanitary.
“You should probably get up. That looks pretty dirty,” Kazuichi advised. “And you’re getting your pants wet. What’re you doing anyway? You’re not gonna go weird on me, are you?”
“I… think I may require Mikan, when it’s most suitable for her. I wouldn’t want to bother an Ultimate with my petty issues,” Nagito said calmly.
“What? Why?” Kazuichi said, alarmed. “Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”
As if in answer, Nagito lifted his right leg out of the water. Kazuichi’s eyes went wide when he spotted the huge gash on the sole of Nagito’s foot, gushing blood at a terrifying pace. He looked again at the murky pinkish water and suddenly understood.
“Oh my fucking God! Fuck, shit, what do we do?” Kazuichi cried in a panic. “Don’t just sit there playing around in your blood, you weirdo! Shit, HAJIME!” Kazuichi yelled back down the beach, waving his arms at the two men in the distance like he’d been shipwrecked.
They approached warily, not taking the situation seriously. “This better not be a trick, Kazuichi!”
“I’m not playing the game anymore! Komaeda is bleeding to death over here!”
“What?” Hajime cried, picking up the pace.
“Bleeding to death is rather an exaggeration,” Nagito said. “You’d need to lose thirty to forty percent of the blood in your body to even fall unconscious.”
“I’m not going to ask how the hell you know that,” Kazuichi mumbled.
Hajime and Fuyuhiko climbed over the rocks, staring in horror at the big cut on Nagito’s foot and the rock pool growing cloudy with blood.
“What did you do?!” Fuyuhiko cried. Nagito opened his mouth, but Fuyuhiko was looking at Kazuichi.
“I didn’t do anything!” Kazuichi cried, looking wounded. “I think he slipped or something. I found him just sitting there.”
“It was nobody’s fault but my own,” Nagito said, his voice the calmest among them despite the fact that he was the one gushing blood. “I was tempting my bad luck. I should be thankful I’m not worse off.”
“What’s he on about?” Kazuichi asked Hajime.
“His luck cycle thing.”
“So something bad is gonna happen every time we’re nice to him?” Kazuichi said. “That sucks. Should we like… shove him over first before we invite him somewhere? Will that cancel it out?”
“Kazuichi, stop fucking talking,” Fuyuhiko snapped.
“I didn’t mean a hard shove or anything…”
“Shut up.”
“We need to get him to Mikan,” Hajime said firmly, hooking his hands under Nagito’s arms and carefully hauling him out of the rock pool. “Ugh, you’re all soggy.”
“Yes, that tends to happen when you fall into water, Hajime,” Nagito said, smiling. Not quite a nice and happy smile though.
“You should probably carry him,” Fuyuhiko said. “Otherwise he’ll get sand in the cut. And he can’t hop all the way back. You should keep his leg elevated above his head to reduce the blood flow.”
“How am I meant to do that?” Hajime snapped. “Dangle him upside down from his ankles?”
“I was only trying to help, asshole.”
“You’d all be terrible first responders. We’ve made no progress whatsoever,” Nagito said. Hajime and Fuyuhiko told him to shut up in unison.
Kazuichi was grimacing at the growing pool of blood under Nagito’s foot. “He has a point. He’s bleeding a lot, guys. We should probably do something.”
“He’s on a ton of medication. Lots of them have blood clotting as a side effect, so he has to take blood thinners. That’s why it’s… bad,” Hajime explained. He sighed, scooping Nagito up into his arms, cradling him like a bride.
It was still far too easy to hold him like this; Nagito’s eating habits were pretty disordered. On bad days he wouldn’t eat at all. Hajime had thought it was sheer obstinacy, but when he’d forced Nagito to have lunch it had come back up again so quickly Nagito hadn’t even reached the bathroom in time. They were in Hajime’s cabin too, which made it worse. That was one of the few times Nagito grew visibly angry with him. He was usually so careful to keep a smooth, happy mask, smiling and chuckling when he was nervous or upset or scared. Hajime never pressured him to eat when he said he couldn’t again.
“Is this okay?” Hajime asked, trying to shift his arms to lift Nagito’s injured foot as high as possible.
“Are you going to carry me over the threshold, Hajime?” Nagito said, smiling.
Hajime could feel his cheeks growing warm. Wow, that was not good. He didn’t want to react physically whenever Nagito teased him, or he’d just tease much more. “I’ll drop you in the ocean if you’re not careful.”
“Who says chivalry is dead,” Fuyuhiko muttered dryly. “Now hurry up, we need to get help. Take Nagito back to your cabin, Hajime. Me and Kazuichi will go hunt down Mikan.”
Kazuichi usually moaned if anyone tried to make him dash around in the hot island sun, but he just nodded. “Yeah, we’ll find her. Try not to bleed to death, okay Nagito?”
“I’ll do my best.”
They ran off together, and Hajime carried Nagito across the sand towards the cabins. Nagito had his arms wound around Hajime’s neck, his face peering over his shoulder. “We’re leaving a trail of blood. Like that old fairy story.”
“What?”
“Some children leave a trail so they don’t get lost in the woods. I remember that part, but I can’t think of the title. It was so long ago…”
“Oh, you mean Hansel and Gretel. And they left a trail of breadcrumbs, you weirdo, not blood.”
“And there was a woman in that story who was a cannibal…”
“She was a witch. She was keeping the kids to cook and eat them.” Hajime was starting to think properly about some of the fairy tails they’d all grown up with. They were actually pretty dark when you thought about it. Trust Nagito to bring that to his attention.
“Never mind that. How’re you feeling? You’re bleeding an awful lot. And it must hurt.”
“You don’t need to worry about a nobody li-”
“Nagito, if you don’t give me a real answer I really am going to drop you.”
“No you’re not.” Nagito spoke with such calm confidence that Hajime had to clench his teeth to hold back a snarky retort. Okay, maybe Nagito was correct. Hajime wouldn’t just dump his injured boyfriend on his ass in the sand. But that didn’t make his tone any less annoying.
“Ah, you’re pulling a scary face, Hajime! Are you growing tired of me yet?” Nagito asked, starting to laugh.
Hajime sighed. He’d been hearing that line a lot from Nagito, as long as they’d been dating and well back into their friendship too. Are you tired of me yet? Whenever it was Nagito’s turn to wake gasping from a nightmare, whenever he grew so ill and weak he could barely move and Hajime had to walk him to the bathroom, whenever the phantom pains from a hand no longer there kept them both up at night, he’d start. Ah, I’m such a burden. Why are you here, Hajime? Why do you care about a nobody like me? Aren’t you tired of this? Aren’t you tired of me?
He always kept his voice light and easy, but Hajime sensed there was must be some sort of truth behind the questions. Nobody repeated something over and over like a parrot unless the same thoughts were swirling non-stop in their own heads. Hajime knew Nagito had been alone most of his childhood, forced to take care of his own problems. Now he seemed to baulk at the idea of help or support of any kind, like Hajime was going to play a cruel joke on him and shove him away at the last second.
“I’m growing tired of you saying that,” Hajime said. “Come on, let’s just get inside. And no more woe-is-me speeches, right? I keep telling you, I want to help.”
“You’re so kind, Hajime.”
“I’m not kind. I’m not doing it because I’m kind,” Hajime said irritably. “I’m doing it because I want to. Because I care about you. Okay?”
Nagito didn’t respond, just smiling calmly. Hajime wished he could peer right behind those eyes and see what really went on in Nagito’s head. He sighed and sat on his bed to wait for Mikan. As he was still holding Nagito, he ended up perched on Hajime’s lap, but he didn’t attempt to move. Hajime felt the tight frustration in his chest ease and he carefully wound his arms around Nagito’s skinny waist. Too skinny. Fuck, they needed to find something Nagito could eat even when he felt ill.
“I’m dripping blood on your carpet,” Nagito whispered, his head still resting on Hajime’s shoulder.
“Doesn’t matter right now.” He peered over the side of the bed. “You’re still bleeding a lot. Are you feeling okay? You’ve gone pretty pale.”
“Just a little light-headed, Hajime. Don’t worry about me.”
“Of course I’m worrying about you. Stop testing me, Nagito. I care. I’m not leaving, I’m not annoyed, I’m not sick of you. Please stop it,” Hajime begged.
Nagito went silent again. There was a strange expression on his face, brows furrowed, almost irritated - but before Hajime could question him there was a knock at his cabin door and Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi burst in. They were dragging Mikan between them, one on either side of her like bodyguards.
“We found her!” Kazuichi cried. “Is Komaeda okay? Because we don’t have spare blood if he needs a transfusion or something.”
“Who the fuck has spare blood?” Fuyuhiko snapped. “He’ll be fine. I’ve seen guys bleed way more than that and still live.”
“Well, the peace and quiet in here was nice while it lasted,” Hajime muttered. He smiled at Mikan apologetically. “Sorry for dragging you over here at such short notice, but I think he needs stitches.”
“I don’t want to cause trouble. I would never tear an Ultimate away from their work with my petty desires and-” Nagito’s string of self-deprecation was swiftly cut off as Hajime’s clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t listen to him. Please, can you help him?”
“Of course,” Mikan said. Her smile was nervous, but Hajime didn’t think it was anything they’d done - Mikan always seemed nervous. She’d had the forethought to bring a case of supplies when Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi dragged her across the island, so she knelt on the blood-spattered carpet and took hold of Nagito’s ankle.
“Y-yes, it’s quite a deep gash, but it’s not very serious. You’ll need stitches and you won’t be able to get them wet or put weight on your right foot for at least a week,” she explained, snapping on rubber gloves.
“Looks like Hajime will be doing a lot more carrying then,” Fuyuhiko said.
“Does Peko carry you when you get hurt?” Kazuichi teased, then yelped as Fuyuhiko thumped him hard.
“I’m going to clean the wound. I want you to take a deep breath, Nagito. This will be painful,” Mikan said. Her usually shaky voice seemed much firmer and more assured when she was talking about her medicine. Her clumsy hands grew confident and graceful as she worked, carefully cleaning, stitching and bandaging the wound while gently reminding Nagito when to breathe and warning him when something was going to be painful. She put so much effort into making him as comfortable as possible - an Ultimate trying to help a nobody like him! Nagito wanted to show Mikan how thankful he was, how wonderfully selfless it was to treat him like a worthy patient, like an equal - but his throat ached so badly he could only choke out a “thank you” in an almost inaudible voice.
And it wasn’t just Mikan; Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko stayed too. They peered over Mikan’s shoulder while she worked, having to be reminded several times to back off. Kazuichi pulled faces whenever the wound was revealed and Fuyuhiko teased Nagito for managing to slice his foot so badly in a fall most people could’ve laughed off uninjured, but it was clear they cared too. They did their best to offer help.
“I’ll bring dinner for both of you tonight,” Fuyuhiko said. “Probably best if Nagito rests in the quiet. He might be feeling shitty from the shock.”
“I’ll make you some crutches, Nagito,” Kazuichi promised. “Crutches that work on the sand too so you can still go to the beach with us.”
They were being so nice… and all Nagito wanted to do was shove them out the door. The tightness in his chest was growing worse and worse, like somebody was slowly tightening a belt over his ribs. He was dangerously close to shattering, and that was something he couldn’t do now. He needed them out. They cared too much. He hardly dared blink or speak in case it all came bursting out.
Nagito moved closer to Hajime as Mikan fixed the bandages on his foot, his lips so close they brushed Hajime’s ear. “Make them leave. Please.”
He couldn’t say any more. He wanted to explain, wanted to make Hajime realise how urgent this was, how close he was to being vulnerable around three people he was not ready to open up to in this way. Hell, it was still hard even to show Hajime, the man he literally shared a bed with.
Nagito’s eyes were burning. He felt a surge of panic. Oh God, Hajime, please get them out of here…
Perhaps Hajime heard the strain in Nagito’s whisper, perhaps he felt how tense his body had grown against him, but - miraculously - he seemed to understand. He carefully eased Nagito onto the bed, thanked their friends for their help and reassured everyone Nagito would be okay now, he just needed some rest and some peace. Nagito stopped listened. He was barely blinking. He managed to smile and nod until Hajime had ushered Mikan, Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko to the door, then Nagito rolled over and hastily buried his face in a pillow.
Hajime finally convinced his friends they’d both be fine and closed the door with a sigh of relief. He turned back to the bed, not too surprised to see Nagito lying on his stomach with his face hidden.
Nagito was all mixed up when it came to emotions; bad situations had him laughing and smiling, positive reinforcement had driven him to tears several times now. With Hajime. Nagito refused to cry in public. Sometimes it could be really inconvenient too. Since they’d all woken up and decided to try to undo all the terrible things in their past, everyone was trying to be nicer. And trying to be nicer to Nagito if he was feeling particularly weak or tired or ill that day was fatal. He’d start tugging on Hajime’s hand, gently at first, but the tugging would grow more frantic as he struggled to retain control. Sometimes Hajime had to interrupt people mid-conversation with some silly excuse to save Nagito’s pride. Once he’d run out of ideas and made out to Akane that he had a sudden and urgent need to use the toilet. That had actually made Nagito laugh when he’d calmed down.
It wasn’t ideal, but Hajime couldn’t help being thankful that Nagito trusted him more than anyone else. Trusted Hajime to whisk him away when he needed help, and trusted Hajime to hold him while he wept silently, face hidden in his jacket or covered with his hands - even Hajime didn’t get to see his face when Nagito was in that state.
So Hajime didn’t comment when he saw Nagito soundlessly weeping into his pillow (hopefully Nagito’s pillow anyway. Hajime didn’t want tears and snot on his own pillow). He didn’t ask what was wrong. He simply walked to the foot of the bed and took hold of Nagito’s ankle, examining Mikan’s handiwork. The white bandages were almost the same colour as Nagito’s skin, and his exposed toes were icy cold.
“You should put some socks on,” Hajime noted.
Nagito, predictably, didn’t move, so Hajime grabbed a pair from the dresser. “Are you going to cooperate?”
Nothing. Hajime sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing hold of Nagito’s leg. “Honestly, I bet even Sonia never had anybody to put her socks on for her and she’s royalty. Come on, bend your leg. Help me out a bit.” Despite his grumbling, Hajime eased the socks on with scrupulous care, being especially delicate with the injured foot. “There, your majesty. Surely that must feel better.”
Nagito still didn’t make a sound. Hajime moved to stretch out beside him on the bed, a hand resting between his shoulders. “Hey,” Hajime mumbled. “It’s alright. I know it’s hard, but they care about you. It’s not a bad thing.”
“They shouldn’t care. I did terrible things,” Nagito said, his voice so muffled by the pillow it was hard to understand him.
“So did I. So did everybody here. We’re all trying to make up for that.”
“I don’t deserve love.”
“That’s what you tell yourself. It’s not the truth.” Hajime very gently eased Nagito off the pillow into his arms. Nagito immediately hid his face in Hajime’s chest, but he didn’t pull away. He clamped a hand hard over his mouth to keep the sobs inside.
“Don’t,” Hajime said firmly, taking hold of Nagito’s hand and trying to pry the fingers away from his lips. “Stop holding it all in. I think that’s partly why you keep getting overwhelmed so often. You never let go.”
Nagito didn’t give up, wrenching his hand free and slapping it right back across his lips - but not before a single gasping sob had escaped. It was the first time Hajime had ever heard him make a noise while he cried. Nagito screwed up his face immediately, wincing.
“No, that’s good! Fucking fantastic! Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I’m cheering you on for crying, but here we are,” Hajime muttered. He took hold of Nagito’s hand once again and tried to prise it away. “Come on, we’re on the right track. It’s just us here. Our door is locked, nobody expects us at dinner. You’re safe, okay? You’re not a burden. I don’t think any less of you. Please…”
Hajime yanked Nagito’s hand away, keeping hold of the wrist this time. Immediately a loud sob burst out, another chasing on its heels so quickly Nagito barely had time to draw breath. And the floodgates opened. He gasped and wheezed and sobbed, soaking Hajime’s chest with tears and spit and snot, clinging so tightly to Hajime’s arms that his nails left little crescent moon shapes in the skin. And Hajime never complained. He held Nagito tight, whispering encouragement into his hair, warm hands rubbing between Nagito’s shoulder blades - holding him together, anchoring him against the darkness that swirled inside Nagito’s head.
Nagito wasn’t sure how long he spent sobbing desperately into his boyfriend’s chest; it felt like hours. He cried until his head throbbed and his throat ached. He cried for his friends, struggling themselves to shake their pasts as Remnants of Despair. He cried for all the people they hurt and tortured under Junko’s brainwashing. He cried for the parents he could only remember from photographs. He cried for the childhood dog who’d died in his arms. He cried for himself, for his lifetime of loneliness, his bad luck driving people away out of fear. And he cried for Chiaki.
All the while, Hajime held him. Hajime let Nagito drip all over him for an eternity, and when the sobs finally, finally started to fade away, Hajime brought him a bottle of water and held a cold cloth to his puffy eyes, wrapping an arm around him and pulling Nagito against his shoulder. “I learned this from Mahiru. She does this for Hiyoko when she’s been crying. It’s meant to stop your eyes getting all red and sore.”
Nagito nodded, far too emotionally exhausted to speak. He sat helplessly while Hajime fussed over him with tender but clumsy hands, dabbing his face with tissues and smoothing his messy hair off his forehead. Nagito stared blankly ahead - and then felt two warm hands grip his cheeks. He was forced to stare into Hajime’s heterochromic eyes.
“Hey…” Hajime’s soft tone was a complete contrast to his firm stare. “I’m so proud of you, Nagito.”
It almost brought the tears back. Proud of him? For what? For having a tantrum like a baby?
Hajime recognised his expression. “I’m proud of you for feeling. I’m not good at this mushy stuff and I know you’re not either… but it’s just so good to finally see you letting yourself hurt openly like that. I’m really fucking proud of you.”
Nagito’s chest hurt again. He pulled Hajime’s hands away from his cheeks and held them, squeezing as hard as he could manage. It took several tries before he managed to speak, tasting salty tears on his dry lips. “Next time you feel bad,” he whispered, his voice low and hoarse, “I’ll put your socks on for you too.”
Hajime laughed - and Nagito finally found himself smiling again, though his face was still blotchy and tearstained. They’d be okay. They had each other to put their socks on when they were having bad days.
#danganronpa#danganronpa sdr2#danganronpa 2#post-SDR2#komahina#nagito komaeda#hajime hinata#kazuichi soda#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#hurt/comfort#injury#mod circle#post-hope arc#spoilers warning
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I searched through your masterlist and found your posts about your fic idea and your OC Nemma (she’s a cool character!!). I think you have the basis for a very good story there, and your Ganondorf is a lot more interesting than what we got in the game.
I guess having three people able to use Recall could be an explanation, though it still doesn’t feel earned that Rauru and Sonia appear out of thin air and resolve everything. I don’t even know if Rauru could use Recall, Link only can because he received all the Sages’ pledges. But maybe the same thing happened with Rauru when they swore allegiance to him, that’s possible.
Maybe Urbosa didn’t say anything and no one else knew about the origins of the Calamity, but we don’t know for sure. I think Zelda, being very curious and research-oriented, would look for any piece of information she can find about the Calamity and something has to exist somewhere. But it’s really difficult to know who is aware of what, so you might be right. I still think Zel should have been able to use her deduction skills and understand what was actually going on though.
Yes it seems we are supposed to believe that the Gerudo all turned against Ganondorf, and like you I don’t believe it (at least Koume and Kotake sure didn’t, as you said). Though I believe the ones willing to side with him after he summons all sorts of monsters and turns into a demon would be a minority.
I have rewatched Skyward Sword’s cutscenes countless times and read all the theories I could find about the time travels in this game to try and build my own theory haha. I don’t believe what Impa says is evidence that she remembers a different course of events, to me it just means that things aren’t happening the way Hylia planned them. The fact the she lets Zelda go to Skyview Temple on her own without waiting for Link or Young Impa to arrive proves (in my opinion) that she isn’t worried about what’s going to happen to her. Otherwise it's pretty stupid to let her go alone.
To me the only thing Hylia didn’t see coming is Ghirahim kidnapping Zelda in the end and using her to revive Demise. She made sure Zelda would get additional help besides Old Impa and Link by having Young Impa travel to the future. Hylia could have relied on Link only to escort Zelda to the springs, with guidance from Old Impa and Fi to teach them about their roles and the rituals. But she sent Young Impa and she was right to do so. She also made sure Link could use a second Gate of Time after Impa was forced to destroy the one in the desert, so the Goddess seemed to have a backup plan.
The consequences of Young Impa not staying in the past depend on whether this is a different timeline or not. If this is a different Impa than the one we knew, then Old Impa can’t share her memories (because Old Impa stayed in the past to watch over Zelda’s crystal, while this new Impa comes from a timeline where there was no crystal to begin with). So two different iterations of the same character. The only way Impa would remember anything is if this is the same timeline and the past was changed because of Link’s victory. But this is where things get confusing, because Impa both has the bracelet and acts surprised when Ghirahim kidnaps Zelda… If she was the same person she would know what was about to happen. Sorry I’m not sure this is understandable haha. Skyward Sword is a mess.
Sun is nowhere to be seen in the past when Link runs after Ghirahim (the doors are open and the crystal is gone as you said), but I was talking about the final shot of the gates opening to reveal the Master Sword in the present ^^. But you’re right, to me the absence of Zelda’s crystal in the past is the best proof that this cannot be the same timeline.
Misko is actually named Lambda in French! Which is funny because we have the expression “une personne lambda” that refers to an ordinary/average person. Makes it sound as if this great bandit was actually quite humble and didn’t really want to stick out. But maybe this also exists in English, I’m not sure.
Misko being a title made me think instantly of the Dread Pirate Roberts from Princess Bride 😆 This is too funny so this will be my hc from now on!
I had no idea about a possible link with one of the Seven Heroines though, that’s interesting. About the droplet symbol, I think maybe it could also look like a flame? But it’s still not a text symbol so I'm not really helping haha.
(Picture from Zelda Dungeon)
Oh yes I love the Mystic Set, but it costs too much to wear it! I also prefer for Link to look like… well, Link, and I love his long golden hair.
Sure we don’t usually see cutscenes like this one after game overs, but OoT doesn’t have one and the Downfall Timeline still exists.
About BotW and TotK not being set after a new timeline split, I just feel like they didn’t want to bother with the timeline at all.
The reason why I think a timeline split after Skyward Sword makes sense is because of the Sheikah and their technology. One of the consequences of Link killing Demise in the distant past is that maybe the technological civilisation from Lanayru (the Sheikah in my hc) wouldn’t disappear, and that would explain why the Sheikah are more numerous than in any other game in BotW and where all that technology comes from. If Skyward Sword doesn’t happen, Link also doesn’t use the Triforce and the Goddess Statue doesn’t land on the surface, so the Triforce and the Sky Keep can be forgotten. It can also explain why some things like Zelda's power seem to work a bit differently. Or at least I try to make sense of all that in my timeline. But I know Nintendo isn't hiding a secret timeline split from us, that's just me theorizing and having fun.
Yes lingering energies are part of myths and legends all around the world, but I’d like to really understand these concepts from a Japanese point of view ^^
I was really interested in what you were saying about Confucianism and looked into it a bit. I found the Five Constant Virtues of Confucianism actually are benevolence, justice/righteousness, propriety, wisdom and sincerity/trustworthiness.
(In Stoicism we have wisdom, courage, justice and moderation/temperance, that’s interesting)
Love what you said about Benevolence, and the thing with Power, Justice and Order. Though I believe it would oppose the idea that Ganondorf gets chosen by the Triforce of Power. He sure is powerful or believes in/desires power, but he’s far from benevolent. That’s more in line with the idea that he steals this piece of the Triforce from its rightful bearer, who would be someone strong/powerful and benevolent at the same time.
I had the “ai” part right! But I thought koi was maybe because of the famous carps haha. It might be a bit cheesy but it has a cute story and it sounds great, you should definitely keep it!
Sand magic would be cool to see! Or I would really love to see the concept of spirit magic expanded upon. We already know that Koume and Kotake could control Nabooru in OoT, and Ganon also possesses Zelda in TP. He is also able to create apparitions/ghosts or illusions (Phantom Ganon, the ghost riders in TP and of course TotK Puppet Zelda), I'm sure he could do a lot more.
I don’t think anyone is bared from an element because of their race, but each race probably has a natural incline towards one. They can learn another kind of magic if they wish but it might require more effort/talent. (I love the electric eels and the Zora with heat magic!)
Yes a wind dragon could have worked! I tend to associate Farore more with innocent and peaceful life though, but she sure has a dangerous side. Just like Link is kind hearted but changes into a fearsome warrior when needed.
I’m not planning to equip every Hylian home with household appliances because it would make things way too modern looking and I don’t think this type of technology is a priority in the first few years after BotW. I’m mostly thinking of technology that could help with rebuilding the kingdom, agriculture or travels/transportation, but I really want to keep a fantasy feeling (might be hard to do haha). Pictoboxes could be fun but they would not be the kind of stuff Zelda would prioritize, I think. Agree on the crossbows and the carriages!
One of the things I really want is a communication system that would make use of the Sheikah towers. The different races/provinces could use the towers to send each other messages, which would reduce the need for traveling. Maybe the rulers/chiefs could even have their own personal devices. And then of course a good way for the Yiga/Ganondorf to be a nuisance would be to take Hyrule’s communication system down.
Haha The Legend of Rain at Inconvenient Times never fails to make me laugh. Exactly how I feel when playing these games!
Rain could be a solution the same way it was on the road to Zora’s Domain in BotW, but I don’t want to use it too much because I’m so sick of it haha. I think I will use a mix of different solutions, like first giving Link’s arm a separate stamina wheel that Purah could increase later. I’m also thinking of blocking some roads or having some towns not welcome travelers anymore because of everything that’s going on, stuff like that. And I want the regional phenomena to be a bit more dangerous than they were in TotK, that could help as well.
Yes phantom limb syndrome could help justify Link’s new stamina wheel, but I think climbing with an automail might just be really painful. Having the prosthesis support Link's body weight might cause a lot of strain on his shoulder/arm where it is attached. I don't know ^^
I definitely want to give Link that kind of arc! I’m even thinking Ganondorf could break his automail in his final phase and then Link would have to defeat him without it. Don’t know if that’s feasible but I’d love this reminder that Link isn’t just an athletic guy skilled with a sword. What defines him is his courage and resourcefulness and they didn’t disappear with his arm, quite the contrary.
How do you know the Purah Pad isn’t keeping Link’s stuff? I always wondered about that, because in BotW it seemed everything was on the Sheikah slate but then it made no sense that Hestu could give Link more inventory space. I also headcanon that Link lost all his belonging because they were on the Sheikah Slate (which is why in my version he might not repeat the same mistake and look for another solution, but I'm not sure yet).
Haha Link’s cooking is a bit mysterious anyway. I mean this boy is making fruit cake and crêpes in a pot, that has to be some kind of superpower. Maybe that’s his actual Champion ability 🤷♀️
I don’t know, this time magic just works really conveniently. Link doesn’t even know where Zelda is when the Master Sword is sent to her and she’s also surprised to see it appear, so it seems none of them planned for this to happen. Maybe the sword triggered their Recall powers on its own, I don’t know. It’s just weird.
Like gophers 😆 The towers came from the ground but only a few shrines on the Plateau did, I believe. I still think all of this could be useful even after the Calamity, especially the towers. At the very least people would know what they are if they are needed again. It just feels like a waste of resources haha.
But I’m not completely opposed to the idea of everything just disappearing, I just wish the game would mention it instead of acting like nothing happened. Maybe they wanted a bit of mystique… or they were lazy. Or they didn’t care. Who knows 😆
I thought Ganondorf viewed Link as weak and not a real threat after he almost killed him the beginning, but maybe you're right. Leading the Sages to the Temples to have valuable opponents is a bit convoluted though.
It’s a bit weird to me that the Sheikah/Hylians could unearth the Divine Beasts and everything else before BotW but wouldn’t be able to reopen the way to the Plateau. And if the Yiga can go, I guess others could. But maybe this wasn’t a priority for Zelda and everyone else… I don’t know.
You’re right I need to find a reason for the existence of the lone Gerudo males with this theory 🤔 I'd need to go through my notes from a few years ago but I don’t think I have satisfying answers to these questions. Maybe the Sands Goddess only wanted to give her girls something nice to look at once a century 😆 Just kidding, I'll think about it.
Oh I definitely think some terrible things can happen to Gerudo voes. Not only because the Gerudo would fear another Ganondorf, but also because of endless succession conflicts. Unless the boy is always the chief’s son, but if not… Any Gerudo chief who doesn’t want to step away from the throne just because some boy was born and would prefer it to pass to her own daughter might make sure to get rid of a newborn prince and his mother.
(That's actually an idea I want to use for another fic/comic project. I’d love to keep working on it but I'm too busy with this rewrite thing. Gan would live all his childhood and teenage years hidden so that the chief wouldn’t know a prince was born, and then challenge her for the throne once he comes of age. And of course Koume and Kotake would steal him from his mother and raise him her stead.)
I can’t imagine forgetting Link haha. But yeah I'm not asking for everyone in Hyrule to be able to recognize him, but his neighbours and people from Tarrey Town should remember him.
I meant Zelda’s “traveling princess” outfit, I think the blue and gold with the Hylian crest definitely mark her as the princess. And Link with his Champion tunic and the Master Sword strapped to his back doesn’t exactly look feral, he actually makes quite the sight.
Hmm I’m not sure that’s what happened after OoT. I believe when Time leaves the Adult Timeline his Triforce piece is broken in pieces, which is why Wind has to find the shards later. Then in the Child Timeline he’s supposed to be sent back before anyone claims the Triforce (I think), otherwise if Ganon has Power and knows it then it’s OoT all over again. He shouldn’t have the Triforce, which is why they manage to arrest him and set him for execution. But something unpredictable happens and the Triforce of Power appears on the back of his hand to save him (which means that Time and Lullaby probably got theirs back as well).
I don’t know about the Daimaō thing, I don’t really understand how it relates to the daimyō, tennō and shogun?
That's maō, but adding the kanji 大 dai (great) would refer to an even more powerful being, or one that is higher in hierarchy. I really think Demise was the highest ranking demon, but maybe I’m wrong.
I tend to think Null is separate from the Demon Tribe and more of a primordial being, but we don't know much.
TotK Ganondorf is presented as a social darwinist, but it’s so extreme it gets a bit ridiculous (in my opinion). I found his lines during the fight with Link really cringe-worthy.
I understand your perspective on Ganondorf vs. Ganon, but I don’t see it that way. To me Ganon isn’t a different being, it’s just Ganondorf when he loses his humanity and turns into a beast/demon because of his hatred coupled with the Triforce's power. And I don’t think he is specifically Demise’s hatred, he just comes to share the Demon Tribe’s hatred on top of his own when he turns into a demon.
I agree that Ganondorf was trying to get Rauru to use the Secret Stones, and that it would have made sense for him to steal more than one especially when he dominated all the Sages so easily. I also wish he would have realised that Zelda is the most powerful one and targeted her specifically. I feel like TotK lacks the kind of connection between Link, Zelda and Ganon that we had before. Here it’s mostly Rauru vs. Ganondorf.
Oh you’re right about the trees and forests, I wish the woods would get thicker in some places with a more ancient/mysterious feel. The Lost Woods were the most disappointing to me, first there’s no real secret besides “follow the torches” and then they just look like the definition of spooky and not even like an actual forest. I feel like the Lost Woods in previous games had something more (but maybe it was just because of the awesome music from OoT, TP and ALttP?). They felt mysterious and magical, but not completely dark and frightening even though they were still dangerous.
Another place I found really dull in the Wild games is Lake Hylia. It’s kind of an iconic place but here it really is just a lake. With a cool bridge, sure. At least there’s a dragon I guess, but there’s really nothing to do there and to me it has lost its magic.
Oh I never tried mods, and Second Wind looks interesting! The new village definitely doesn’t feel like Ordon, but it looks like a great addition. Maybe I’ll try it if I ever want to replay BotW again (but I’m a bit burnt on the Wild Era games, as you could probably tell haha).
I didn’t know about Trails, thanks for recommending it! I don’t have a lot of time to play games besides my occasional LoZ replay, but I’ll keep it in mind in case I ever feel like discovering something new.
@aikoiya The post was getting too long so I’m replying here, hope that’s okay! If anyone is looking for the beginning of this discussion, it's here.
Your extended pantheon is amazing! I just knew that Gàlondo would end up being Demise haha. I'd say I prefer not to associate Demise with any race in particular (and the Gerudo already have quite a heavy burden with Ganondorf), but otherwise I like that backstory you came up with. So what's Hylia's role in your version then if he’s the guardian of the Triforce? I'm curious ^^
I'd say my reasoning isn't so much "I hate this" but rather "this doesn't make sense/contradicts something else" or "previous games did this better". I also want to show that it's still possible to create stories without ignoring everything that was established previously because to me this idea that the timeline is too restrictive doesn't stand. In fact I tend to believe being a bit restricted and working inside a frame can trigger more creativity (after all they did wild stuff like flooding Hyrule before and it fits perfectly in the timeline). I also would prefer to see the existing lore extended or clarified instead of them adding new confusing stuff and leaving it extremely vague.
Oh I LOVE your Outset Timeline!! Though the ending is indeed very bittersweet. It always makes me so happy when someone else points out the inconsistencies in Skyward Sword's story. That's exactly my reasoning for my fourth timeline, it exists because of Ghirahim and Link's victory over Demise in the distant past. Though you are right, adding a timeline split while keeping the Master Sword in the official timeline requires some gymnastics! At the moment I'm going with a lazy theory about the Sealed Temple being the future Temple of Time, so the Temple's magic somehow allows the Master Sword to exist in both timelines (I said it was lazy haha). Impa’s bracelet is another story though. In my timeline the Goddess Sword is also left untouched in Skyloft because Skyward Sword doesn't happen, which could be useful in case someone accidentally broke the actual Master Sword 😁 It's very intriguing to me that Sky left the sword in the past when he had no reason to (and it shouldn't even be possible since it's in the exact same spot as Zelda's crystal). It's probably just a mistake on Nintendo's part but I like to think there could be something else there, and that Fi had a reason to stay in the past.
About the DLC items the thing is that most sets are found in the Depths in random Zonai chests if I remember correctly, or in the coliseums, and there was no explanation as to how they got there. In Misko's little shrines we find the Fierce Deity set and the LA set, but also the barbarian armor, the shock-resistant outfit and the climbing gear. I can understand building shrines for the Fierce Deity or LA Link following what you said, but then for three random armor sets? Not to mention that Link already owned them in BotW, so making us look for them a second time was kind of a joke. I like this shintai/yorishiro idea, but I think it would work a lot better if there were only a few items to collect and not… the outfits of all the Links ever INCLUDING WILD'S (how!!). It feels really meaningless and more like a catalogue for you to choose from so you can look like your favorite Link (which is a bit insulting to Wild, you can just replace him at this point and go as far as changing his hair or even his entire appearance with the LA set). I also didn't really believe they were the actual items from past games, it made no sense (the same way Link wouldn't actually wear a red Nintendo Switch t-shirt or something from Xenoblade). It just really felt like fanservice.
The dictionary thing might help, but I think the story should be explicit enough on its own and I don't really want to study Buddhism/Shintoism in depth so that I can play Zelda games and understand what's happening haha. I mean of course it's fine if knowing a bit about it adds new context and all, but if you can't understand things like malice vs. gloom without it then I think it's a bit of a problem. Speaking of Fujibayashi I feel like this wasn't really an issue before he was in charge.
Yes the French translation for Demise is very misleading, that's another problem: depending on your language things are sometimes interpreted very differently.
I really like the English names for the three dragons, I think they're so much better than what we got in French. Nedrac, Ordrac and Rhordrac, really?? At first I didn't even understand the link with the Goddesses, and then the last two sound way too similar. Btw I remember from my very basic Japanese courses that it's common in Japanese to create new words by mixing a few syllables of other words together. For example "rimokon" means remote controller (remo + con), or there's the well known Pokemon = pocket monsters. So naturally we end up with stuff like Ordinn + dragon etc.
I thought as well about the dragons going by names given to them by mortals instead of their true names. The thing is, I don't really want to create new names because I'm already changing so many things and my timeline stuff can be a bit complicated, so I need to keep at least a few things familiar. And I really like Dinraal, Farosh and Naydra :D
I agree about Farore being more associated to wind and plants than thunder (I mean she's kind of Link's patron goddess and he has nothing to do with thunder). What's even more confusing in BotW/TotK is that the Gerudo are now also related to thunder for some reason, but they're definitely more Din than Farore in my mind.
Maybe I should give you some context about my dragons haha. The beginning of my story is quite similar to TotK, though I still made some changes. Ganondorf completely destroys the Master Sword, Link looses his arm (except here Rauru isn't there to replace it), and Zelda still travels through time (but not because of a Secret Stone since I got rid of everything Zonai). She arrives in ancient Hyrule one century after Sky killed Demise (because this is set in my alternate timeline), and she's stuck there so she needs to find a way back home. Before that she learns a lot about SS, the Triforce, the timeline split and Hyrule's past. After meeting various characters and most importantly Sonia (who's still a priestess, the Sage of Time and her ancestor), Zelda learns that this era has two Master Swords: the one left by Sky in the Sealed Temple, and the Goddess Sword that is still somewhere above the clouds. She understands then that she needs to retrieve the Goddess Sword in Skyloft and forge a second Master Sword in order to help her Link in the future, and to do so she needs the three Sacred Flames. Where are the flames? The dragons "swallowed" them since they weren't needed anymore after Sky left his own Master Sword, which turned them into the giant immortal dragons we see in BotW/TotK. So that's Zelda's quest: find a way to go to Skyloft and then get the dragons to lend her their power. Along the way she'll also meet the ancient Sages, who can help her return to her own time by using the Triforce (but of course this won't work because of Ganondorf, and Link will have to fight him in the present and bring her back himself).
I'm trying to make this both a story I could adapt in comic form and something that could work as a game. The idea is that Zelda's memories would be playable sequences with places to explore, fights and maybe even mini-dungeons and bosses. And of course there's an entire story for Link as well. At the moment I'm trying to come up with interesting arcs and quests for each race/Sage, both in the past and the present.
Anyway, that's why I'm so focused on the dragons. Zelda (and Link) will need their help and they will talk this time. And since they will remember being apointed by Hylia and they're supposed to absorb their respective sacred flames, I need things to make sense. This is also a timeline without climate change in Lanayru (here it's the same province as in BotW with the addition of Mount Lanayru and a good part of central Hyrule), so the thunder dragon has no business being up there. That's why the swap would make sense.
No need to apologise! I appreciate your perspective and that you're interested enough to share your own ideas! :D
I agree on Zelda's magic being her own and what you said makes sense! Love the part about her only thinking about how she's a failure (though I guess it's only natural if she's been trying for 10 years without result). I don't know if she would have had the same reaction had she witnessed her father's death though. AoC isn't canon but Zelda doesn't unlock her power when Rhoam "dies" in front of her and Link forces her to run. The memory where's she's crying in Link's arms in BotW also shows that she knows everyone is dead, it's even possible that she saw some of it happen (maybe in the same way as AoC for Rhoam, or they saw what happened to the Divine Beasts from afar). I guess they must also have seen some terrible things on the roads, so she could have unlocked her power trying to save her people. But it only happened when Link was about to die.
Haha yes, I'm probably one of the most obsessed Zelink shipper there is and even I can't stand that power of love trope. It really has no place in a LoZ game. In my headcanon Zelda wouldn't access her power only because of her love for Link, though it definitely helps, but rather because the Hero dying is kind of an emergency situation and would trigger her divine magic even if the necessary conditions were not met. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone but me though 😆
Yeah I'm okay with the women of the royal family having some sort of power though not as powerful as Zelda. I think some part of it could also be attributed to their Sage of Time abilities. And the gift of prophecy being inherited from Sky is such a cute idea!!
I don't know about Terrako, I only remember that Zelda built it when she was just a child?
I'd send you an ask to rant about TotK but I'm not sure about the character limit and I fear it would just turn into a second wall of text haha! Here are some thoughts:
– I could live with new lore that contradicts older games, if only things made sense and were sufficiently fleshed out. Then I could just enjoy the story and accept that this is a different continuity. But here everything is so vague and sometimes even confusing. Like if we're going to meet the Zonai and make them such central figures in Hyrule's history, then I want to know more about them and learn about their culture. What's the point if we're only going to see two of them and have no clue about how they created all that technology, mined the Depth, lived with the Hylians, and then disappeared? Same for ancient Hyrule: if the different tribes were at war, I want to see it, and I want to learn more about them. Ganondorf also had so much potential for an interesting backstory. What kind of king is he? How did the Gerudo feel about him becoming the Demon King? What about the Gerudo Sage? And so on. It feels like this could be so much more.
– Other things I would love to see explained: where is the Master Sword in ancient Hyrule and why does no one seem to know anything about it or the Hero? How does it travel through time to reach Zelda? What about Rauru and Sonia's descendants? Also what was the point of the fake Zelda, and why did Ganondorf stay in his bathtub the entire game instead of rehydrating himself right away and getting stuff done? There's also everything I said about the secret stones the other day, but I know you don't see it as a problem ^^ (Also I just rewatched the memories and I had completely forgotten what Rauru tells Zelda in front of Sonia's grave: "Remember, that was a future where you never appeared in this world". So does this mean this is a new timeline that kind of retcons BotW? If not then where did all the Sheikah tech go and how were the shrines replaced by the Zonai ones? I really need an explanation for all of that!!)
– The game also barely mentions what happened in BotW, except for the history class about the Calamity in Hateno, the statues in Zora's Domain, and the memorials left by Zelda to honor the dead. I wanted to see Hyrule starting to rebuild and to get some sort of follow-up on the story. Did Link regain all his memories? Was Zelda planning to take the throne? Does she have some sort of trauma after her century-long battle against Ganon at Hyrule Castle? Why does she react to Ganondorf's name, but doesn't link him to Calamity Ganon? Why did the Sheikah tech that was so central in BotW disappear, especially the Divine Beasts? I care about this world and its characters, I want it to feel like a real place and to see it evolve. But then stuff like this really reminds you that this is just a video game world, and that Nintendo doesn't really seem to care. And if things can be retconned any moment even in a direct sequel, then… why should I feel invested?
– There was a real waste of potential with the Light Dragon and Zelda just transforming back thanks to Rauru and Sonia (btw couldn't they have helped if they could appear anytime and still had that kind of power?). I find it so disappointing that Link doesn't have to do anything to help Zelda, it almost happens by accident. Mineru also said it was irreversible, but in the end it's no big deal (they shouldn't establish something and then ignore it like that). If only Link had to use the Triforce or something. I didn't want Zelda to stay a dragon but sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't have been a better ending.
– It also really doesn't help that Link feels so disconnected from the main story. In BotW he was also experimenting the story through flashbacks but at least they were his own memories and they fleshed out his relationship with Zelda and the other Champions. Here Zelda is the one experimenting the best part of the story, and to make it worse you can find the memories in any order and get badly spoiled. It could have been so cool if Link also time traveled at some point and could explore ancient Hyrule (and they could have done something crazy like Link and Zelda being the ones to seal Ganondorf in the past, which would lead to his transformation into Calamity Ganon). Link is also so expressionless (except when cooking and all) that I find it hard to care when he doesn't seem to. Imagine how different Zelda sealing herself would feel in Skyward Sword if Sky didn't act so distraught. In the same way TotK would hit a lot harder if Link did stuff like falling to his knees after seeing Zelda's last memory.
– I also think that the hands/cooperation theme the devs talked about in interviews is a bit weak and cliché (with characters reminding Link and Rauru that they don't have to do things alone and that they're stronger together, stuff like that). First I don't find it very interesting compared to what games such as OoT, MM or Wind Waker did, and then Link being able to fight Ganondorf alone from the start kind of throws it out the window (and Rauru also ends up sealing Ganondorf on his own). The Sages are not even with Link outside of the dungeons, they just create creepy copies of themselves (and I found them so annoying I never activated them, except for Tulin when flying). But yeah sure they shake hands and vow to help Link. I still think him being accompanied by the Champion's spirits in BotW worked a lot better, and their powers were also more useful. I guess seeing everyone working together to rebuild Hyrule would have made that theme more meaningful. The thing I really liked about this though was Link finally catching Zelda in the end after failing at the beginning of the game, that was a really beautiful scene.
– Also I said it above but I don’t want everything to be explained by Buddhism/Shintoism parallels, especially if the game just expects you to get it without providing context. Let Hyrule be it’s own thing.
So I know this isn't only about lore, but these are the main reasons why I'm not very interested in TotK. To sum up I'd say that the game lacks some kind of depth and has a lot of wasted potential, and it also makes it clear that it's pointless to care about continuity. BotW Hyrule was interesting and I think a lot of things could have been done about existing races instead of adding a new one but not bothering to do much with it. Just bringing Ganondorf back in this version of Hyrule and see how the Gerudo react to him could be so interesting!! Some concepts were also excellent but didn't really go anywhere, like the Depths and the Sky Islands.
Honestly I haven't thought about all these side quests and minor characters yet, I'm still trying to sort things out with the main story ^^ But I don't think I'll touch the ones you mentioned, they were fine. I liked the thing with the Eighth Heroine as well, I've seen a lot of people complaining about it but it's one of the only things in the game I actually found interesting. I just can't unsee the parallel with Link and the Seven Sages (of course).
What I'll be doing for sure is making some of the quests and events more serious, I'm kind of aiming for a darker tone. Most of the quests are quite fun (especially the "potential princess sightings" ones), but I feel like this game really lacks some sense of danger and urgency. For example couldn't the people in Hateno have more pressing problems than making cheese or choosing between Cece and Reede? Or was it really a good idea to make lighthearted little quests about misanderstandings with Zelda when her disappearance should be driving Link mad? (I should have included that in my little rant above haha)
I'd also love to make the pirates in Lurelin something more interesting than just a bunch of Bokoblins, but I'm not there yet. And rebuilding the exact same village was kind of meh.
About the Gerudo questioning their traditions, I'm actually planning for my Ganondorf to be a lot more active and go to Gerudo Town in order to meet his people (I want him to care about them, so he wouldn't attack them the same way he targets the others). I don't have all the details yet but I'm pretty sure there will be a conflict between Riju's supporters and other Gerudo who believe he's their rightful ruler (at first they wouldn't know he's actually that one king who turned into Calamity Ganon). So that's another tradition for them to question.
The consequences of Ganondorf being the only Gerudo male are something I've been wondering about as well. Add to that the fact that he's raised to be king because he's male (and maybe even kind of worshiped by his people) and you get something that can turn nasty real quick. Though I also wonder if Gerudo aren't different from Hylians. You said you hc that the Gerudo are only women because they were cursed so it makes sense that you would view it this way, but on my part I believe that's just how they were created. For that reason I think this is natural for them, so it's possible that it doesn't cause exactly the same problems it would for us or for Hylians.
About Demise, yes of course Ganondorf is more than just Demise's hatred. But in this game it doesn't seem to matter, he kind of turns into a second Demise as soon as he gets his secret stone and his motivations instantly go from conquering/ruling to destroying everything and everyone. They could have done something a lot more nuanced or at least shown a more gradual transition, with him being more and more consumed by his hatred and loosing control for example. I don't know, anything that would look less like a comically caricatural villain riding a demon unicorn.
Also about Demise's curse, I always thought it sounded more like a warning than an actual curse, and I remember reading somewhere that this was the intention in the original Japanese text. In French Demise even says something like "you must never forget, history will repeat itself" instead of "I will rise again", and he and speaks of the curse of the demon tribe (implying that it existed before). Even in English it doesn't sound like Demise himself is casting a curse: "Those like you… Those who share the blood of the Goddess and the spirit of the Hero… They are eternally bound to this curse". He doesn't say "I curse you" or "I bound you to this curse". I feel like this makes a difference (the curse already exists). This is why I interpret it as him basically saying that evil will not die with him and that Link and Zelda/the Hylians as a whole will always have to fight the demon tribe, but not necessarily his reincarnation. So I don't even believe that Demise himself is influencing Ganondorf in any way.
About the Zonai Zelda explains she studied them at the beginning of TotK and recognizes what's depicted on the murals, so it seems strange that sky beings could get mixed with a tribe of barbarians living in the woods. But yeah history getting lost and mixed is the only explanation for this.
Oh you're completely right about the Mogma, I got the same vibe from them! And a Mogma mafia sounds hilarious ^^ I love the Rocktato, Link would definitely eat something like that 😆
I need to take some time to read through your master list, it all looks very promising!
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This Night Has Opened My Eyes
Kazuichi Soda X Reader
• smut !
• fem reader
• requested by my irl lmao (they also wanted some hcs so)
“That asshole.. always getting in the way of Miss Sonia and I”
You smacked Kazuichi’s arm, scolding him,“You need to be nicer to him. He hasn’t done anything wrong”. We were in the Hotel Restaurant and it was obvious that Gundham and Sonia had gotten closer since the last trial. Kazuichi didn’t like that one bit. He sighed, taking another bite of food,“Look at him, though!”. He points at Gundham, who is allowing Sonia to pet his hamsters. “Only likes him because he’s a magical cult freak”. You shook you head, trying to explain.
“You think maybe it’s because, I don’t know, he isn’t weirdly obsessed with her?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What I said”
Kazuichi growled, his expression toning down when Gundham approached you both. “You and Kazuichi seem to be two peas in a pod. Tell me, are you both partaking in an intimate relationship?”. Kazuichi was about to get defensive, you just knew it. “What’s it to you?,” he said, fist clenched. Taking a step back, Gundham explains,“I have no such interest in such topics. Rather, Sonia was curious”. Kazuichi’s eyes lit up,“Sonia’s asking about me?”. Gundham cringed and scoffed.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself over pure gossip. Pathetic”
“Watch it, Houdini. I’ll fuck you up”
“Bring it then, you penniless, mediocre mechanic. I’m awfully frightened”
“MEDIOCRE?! I’M A FUCKING ULTIMATE”
He launches himself toward Gundham, knocking him to the floor. Gundham gets a few small, yet hard punches in before Kazuichi lands the nastiest sounding backhand on his left cheek, making heads turn. As gasps can be heard around the room, Sonia runs to Gundham’s side as Kazuichi couldn’t handle himself afterward. “You! How could you?!,” Sonia scolded him. For the first time in forever, Kazuichi wasn’t having it. “How could I?! Fuck you!”. Kazuichi got up, leaving a hurt Gundham and an appalled Sonia on the ground. Gundham turned to you.
“Control your lab rat or I will”
You felt shitty, seeing Kazuichi go off that way. It wasn’t good at all, but by the looks of his response to Sonia, it seems to me like she won’t have to worry about him for a while now. He looked that mad. You thought to check on him, even if you were severely disappointed in him. You had no clue where to look for him and made a mental note of possible places where he might be: his room, Rocketpunch Market, and Electric Ave.
And so began the quest to look for him.
Checking in his room was too simple. When he didn’t respond, it didn’t surprise you that he wasn’t there. You knew he wouldn’t be. I headed off to the Rocketpunch Market. Even if he wasn’t there, you wanted to use the opportunity to buy him a bottle of Ramune. When you got there, there were voices present. That’s when you made them out to be the voices of Nagito, Fuyuhiko, Hiyoko, and Ibuki. “So we’re just not gonna discuss what happened back there?,” Nagito intrigued. Everyone sighed in relief. “Finally, you ask something smart,” Hiyoko said,“Yes, we should definitely talk about it! Kazuichi was totally out of line!”. You got closer to hear, without them seeing you. “Are you kidding me?,” Fuyuhiko spat,“I heard the whole thing. Gundham was being a dick. Had I been the one he disrespected, I would’ve killed that bastard!”. “Well, what did Gundham say?”.
“He called him ‘mediocre’, ‘penniless’, and ‘pathetic’. Kazuichi hadn’t once insulted him. If anything, Gundham approached him!”
“I don’t know,” Ibuki said,“That’s still no reason to be violent! Violence isn’t the answer, only heavy metal!”. “Ibuki, what?”. Ibuki shrugged. Nagito thought for a minute,“Did you even hear why the argument began?”. “Well, Gundham pressed him about his relationship with Y/N,” he said,“but Sonia had asked. He made a comment, hopeful Sonia was slightly interested in him. That’s when Gundham called him pathetic”. “Well, it is pathetic,” Hiyoko said,“But harsh”. The conversation then shifted to something completely different. “Why was he so defensive in the first place,” Hiyoko asked, adding,“he could’ve said ‘no’”. Nagito laughed, shaking his head. “Woah! A laugh like that implies, you believe there’s something going on there!”.
“Ibuki, always knows what to say. Always knows what I’m thinking”
“They belong together,” Fuyuhiko muttered,“Its obvious she likes him”. “Is it obvious or did Sonia tell you?,” Nagito asked,“Everyone, in 3..2..1”... and in union:
“Sonia told me”
Hiyoko laughed. “Yeah, but do you see how they look at each other when Kazuichi isn’t thinking about Sonia?,” she asked,“It’s funny, really”. You decided to come out and without saying a word, grabbed the drink and left. No one said a word as you walked by them. Pussies, all of them. Lastly, you took the long walk to the third island’s Electric Avenue.
Sure enough, there he was, putting together a computer (or a different device with a very small monitor of some sort; it looked handheld). You didn’t want to alarm him, for he might still be tense. You lightly tapped his shoulder. “Hey, Kazu”. He wiped his eyes rather fast, removing what appeared to be glasses. You knew he did this so he wouldn’t be seen crying. “Hi”. His voice was quiet and tired. You handed him his Ramune, making him smile. “What are you doing?”.
“Tinkering”
“Can I watch you?”
“You don’t wanna talk about anything?”
“Not unless you want to”
“Alright,” he said, continuing to modify the device,“Let’s talk”. “What are you doing to that computer-thingy”. He snickered. “‘Computer-thingy’...you’re cute”. Blushing, you were left dumbfounded. “Don’t say that!,” you scolded,“So what is it?”. “I’m making a radio,” he said,“The computer monitor part displays any words that have been picked up by the radio signals. I’ll also make it possible to communicate with them”. You were actually impressed by it.
“That’s so fucking cool”
“Thanks”
There was a bit of silence, then he sighed. “Look, Y/N,” he began,“I’m really sorry about what happened earlier. I don’t know what got into me”. You shook your head. “You shouldn’t be apologizing to me,” you explained,“You need to apologize to Gundham.. and Sonia”. He nodded and mouthed an ‘okay’. He agreed that as soon as he saw him and Sonia, he would apologize. Now that Sonia was in the conversation, he got onto that topic. “Sonia and I can’t be,” he said,“I’ve always known this”. You raised a brow and asked why he pursued her for so long.
“She’s a princess. She’s perfect and kind. She never full on said she isn’t interested in me, so I figured she’d go out with me out of pity”
“But wouldn’t that be a loveless relationship?”
“Not everyone deserves to be loved. I don’t. What I fear more than not being loved is being alone”
“You’d rather know someone is there than to be loved by them?”
“Yeah, it’s fucked,” he admitted,“but that’s over now”. While you were screaming internally, you still felt terrible about what he said. If only he knew how you felt. The question is if he feels the same. “By the way,” he began,“I made you something”. There was a small box next to him wrapped in old newspapers and a ribbon bow. “You and Hajime have been my only friends- well, comrades, on this island. So, I made you both these communication devices!”. You opened the box and a small walkie-talkie device was placed. He further explained.
“They work anywhere on the island. Hopefully, when and if we make it out of here, it works everywhere else. So, y’know, we don’t lose touch”
“I won’t let that happen”
He smiled, warmly. He didn’t say anything else. You were both in a trance, looking into each other’s eyes. “Hey!”. Ibuki suddenly came running towards the two of you. You both snapped out of it, seeing what she needed. She fell in front of you, dusting herself off. “No time to waste!,” she said,“Sonia planned a party at the the Titty Typhoon, what a name for a club, don’t ya think? Anyway, its mandatory, so we’ll see you there at six. Ibuki, out!”. Before you could say anything, she ran off. “Well,” he began,“At least now I could apologize to Gun-dumb”. You sighed as he laughed at his nickname.
Parting ways, you headed back to ensure you could shower and ready yourself a little. As you did, you were grateful for the small moment with Kazuichi. Him not wanting to lose touch? Getting over Sonia. It all made you feel so good and now you were head over heels. Finally, you were ready. You opened the door and there he was waiting for you. “Hi, Y/N,” he began,“I was thinking we should show up together, y’know? Avoid awkwardness from earlier”. You smiled and nodded. “Great, come on!”. He grabbed your hand, dragging you along with him.
You got there a minute or two late. When you stepped inside, the music blasted as loud as possible. You noticed the stares from Nagito and Fuyuhiko. “You should find Sonia, then we can deal with Gundham”. He agreed, checking out the room. Finally, he spotted Sonia near the stage. Cautiously, we approached her. “Hello, Miss Sonia,” he said. She turned around, her rather happy expression turning into something bitter. “What do you want?”.
“I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier”
“It’s not me who you should be apologizing-”
“I also wanted to apologize for my behavior towards you that’s occurred from the time we’ve arrived. It was really inappropriate, so I’m sorry”
Sonia was no longer bitter, even if she had the right to be. She smiled, nodding,“Well, I guess when you’re being so nice about it.. yes, I forgive you. However, I really think you should apologize to Gundham”. Kazuichi agreed and explained to her that he was trying to find him. “Well,” Sonia began,“He hasn’t gotten here, but he will have gotten back any minute now!”. As if on cue, the doors burst open.
There he was, as tense as ever.
“Tanaka! I’ve been waiting for you,” Kazuichi said. Once in front of him, Gundham was appalled. “You again? I thought I’ve made clear that I was through with you!,” he scowled, shoving Kazuichi into the stage. “Gundham, let him finish,” Sonia pleaded. “Now you’re on his side? What’s wrong with all of you being so pathetic this day?”. Kazuichi got up, trying to explain.
“Just let me finish–”
“I have no reason to further discuss anything with a lowly, degenerate, and pathetic subhuman such as yourself”
“Wait-”
“God, Y/N, I thought you were smarter, but now you’ve fallen for him? You are equally as pathetic!”
“Y/N has a crush on me?”
“God, yes, she does! She is in love with you, you fool!”
“She... loves me?”
Heads were turning and the eyes belonging to them all faced you. There were gasps at first (like this morning), but now there were whispers and small chatter. “Ugh! What’s with you?!,” Sonia yelled,“Kazuichi was only trying tl apologize to you!”. Gundham was the embodiment of the phrase “a face of regret”. “Y/N,” Kazuichi began,“Is this true?”. Your breathing was starting to get worse and worse as you just stood there with an answer, but no courage to confess. You had no other choice, but tear up and say “Kazuichi, no, I-”. You were at loss of words. Then, you ran all the way back to your room.
Once there, you slammed your door shut and locked. You paced around a little, attempting to calm down. When you couldn’t do that, you simply collapsed onto your bed and screamed into the nearest pillow. Your throat hurt and despite having screamed into a pillow, it was still loud enough to hear the scream bounce around the room. You cried into it, for about 5 minutes, moped for 45, then cried again for another 10.
Bing-bong, Bing-bong!
It was time for bed, now realizing that if you didn’t die in your sleep, you’d have to face tomorrow. That was something you didn’t want to do. You began to get ready for bed. Suddenly, there was loud and demanding knocking on your door. You prayed, hoping it was someone here to put you out of your misery upon opening the door, so you opened it without hesitation. To your dismay, it wasn’t the next blackened.
It was Kazuichi.
Your face was all red again and before you could say anything, he spoke. “We need to talk”. You tried shutting the door, but before you could, he forced his way inside. He locked the door behind him. “What?!,” I yelled,“Why are you still here? I don’t want to see you! I can’t-”. He grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours. “You aren’t one for words are you?,” he asked and after seeing you blush, added,“Guess I’m gonna have to show you”. He lay you down and began kissing you; you didn’t hesitate against him and wanted this to happen for so long. His lips felt amazing on yours. He began to kiss your neck, stopping at your chest. He lifted your shirt up and pulled down your bra, sucking roughly on your tits. He then made his way down. All that was left was-
“Kazuichi, what are you..?”
He unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down tossing them aside. Looking up at you, he moved your panties to the side and began to work his mouth on your pussy. You whined at the feeling, shifting a little. He held you down, his tongue focused on your sweet spots. “You like that?”. You hummed, nodding frantically. His arms were locked around your thighs to hold you down. You took off his beanie and pulled his hair. He sucked your clit, whining from his hair being pulled. You knew he enjoyed it as he began to be sloppy. He moved away and wiped his mouth before kissing you again. “Sit on my fucking face,” he growled. You saw the fire in his eyes as he said so. “Are you sure?,” you asked him.
“Yes”
You straddled his face and he didn’t wait. He went at it, desperately this time. You moaned as your legs shook. You didn’t just want to sit there and feel stimulation. Noticing the bulge growing in his suit, you grabbed his zipper and pulled it all the way down. You pulled down his boxers and his hard member sprung out. You stroked him gently and spat on his cock. You heard his muffled voice grunt, finally deciding to blow him. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his nails digging into your thighs. He thrust upward as you enjoyed him even more. This wasn’t your first time, but it was the first time it felt so good. You stopped riding his face and lay down. He took off his entire suit and boxers, positioning himself between your legs. You’d given a blowjob before, but never actually had sex. You wanted it so bad. He pulled out a condom, slipping it on. As he did, you wondered where he managed to get one. He teased you with his cock in hand, pushing only his tip in, making you whine.
“Oh, you’re so wet”
He shoved in, stretching you out. “Fuck me,” you cried,“Please.. fuck me so hard”. He thrust into you hard, just as you had asked. It hurt for a minute. You shook, attempting to overcome the pain. Kazuichi gasped, feeling your pussy spasm around him. “H-Hey, are you okay?,” he asked. You nodded, your eyes watering; the sensation was overwhelming and in a really good way. His cock grew harder inside you, twitching. His thrusts were rhythmic at first. You can tell he was holding back, he didn’t want to hurt you. He wasn’t hitting your spot like before, so you wanted to help. “Baby, i-it’s not- fuck!”.
“I know, I know. Let me just-”
His hips went from a direct thrust motion, to motion as if his hips were scooping upward. You arched your back as he hit deeper and deeper. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”. You moaned a little louder, covering your mouth as you were embarrassed and afraid someone would hear what went on in your room. He fucked you harder and asked,“Why don’t you scream for me baby?”.
“Someone’ll hear us-”
“Rooms are soundproof, be as loud as wanna be”
With that, you begged him to fuck you harder. He lifted your legs over his shoulders. His trusts were so sloppy, so messy it hit all areas of your walls, tightening around him. Your eyes rolled back, near frothing at the mouth. “H-ah! I needed this!,” you cried. You put your legs to his sides, grabbing him by the throat and shoving your tongue into his mouth. He moaned when you did, your grip on his throat tightening. The asphyxiation only further excited his cock.
You felt the butterflies in your stomach grow, you knew you were close. “Hh-oh, God, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. Your kisses grew more aggressive as you wrapped your legs around him, pushing his pelvis deeper into you. “Harder, please,” you whined. He nodded, pounding you mercilessly. Once again, you choked him, dominating him with your kisses. Your pussy tightened around him. You bit him, feeling his dick twitch again. He was shaking and gasped, shooting his load into his condom. He collapsed on top of you, pulling out of your dripping pussy. “Oh my god...,” You sighed wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with his pink locks. His head lay on your chest and his arms were wrapped around your waist all tight.
“I’m sleepy”
You smiled and kissed him. “Thennnn... sleep?”. He shook his head. “We just had really good sex imagine if I go to sleep after that?”. You snickered, making a deal with him. “Fine,” you said,“I’ll forgive it if you hop into the shower with me”. He got up so fast.
“Say no more, princess. Let’s go”
Afterward, you gave him a place in bed, snuggling up with him the throughout the night.
Third person POV
The next morning, Hajime walked out of his dorm. He thought to check up on Kazuichi, seeing how abrupt he left the party last night. He knocked on his door, waiting. Oddly enough, there was no response. Hajime looked around, noticing someone in the distance. There he was, Kazuichi, walking out of a girl’s cabin? Now, the cabin belonging to none other than Y/N! He saw them laughing by her door, Kazuichi smacking her ass as she walked in front of him. Hajime backed up fast, hoping he wouldn’t be seen. He then noticed that they were not headed to the Hotel Restaurant. Now, it was starting to get strange and he had to tell the others. Once they weren’t in sight, he ran to the stairs then all the way up.
“Someone’s late”
Hiyoko stared at him. Hajime, out of breath, shook his head. “Don’t be too hard on him,” Nagito said sympathetically,“It looks like he had something to say”. “Well, I was gonna say something first,” Hiyoko was defensive as she cleared her throat,“I think rather than worry about the next blackened, we should worry about who’s fucking is gonna keep us up at night because I could barely sleep”. “Fucking? You mean, like, I don’t know... sex??,” Hajime asked. The girl’s nodded. “See, last night,” Sonia began,“None of us could get any sleep due to such erotic noises that went on till early in the morning. “Ah, yes,” Nagito said so casually,“Then I do know what you’re referring to”. Hajime decided to bring up what he’d seen.
“Kazuichi walked out of Y/N’s cabin this morning”
Everyone was paying attention now. “Oh my god???,” Hiyoko yelled. “There could be an explanation to that, y’know?,” Mikan whispered. “There’s only one explanation when you see him groping her and he doesn’t get punched”. Suddenly, two people stepped in. “So sorry we’re late,” Kazuichi said,“Y/N needed help..with...a busted pipe!”. “Aren’t you the Ultimate Mechanic? I never heard plumber,” Hiyoko scoffed.
“I do it all. Tinkering with stuff here and there”
“Right”
Kazuichi sat down, Y/N sitting at a completely different table. “So,” Nagito began,“That was quite the eventful night, right, Soda?”. Everyone looked around, having thought they had a world-less mutual agreement that it would be avoided as much as possible. “You mean with Gundham? I already tried apologizing, but-”.
“No, this isn’t about Gundham. This is about last night, last night”
��Nagito, what the fuck are you talking about?”
Nagito laughed, his hand motioning that he gives up and thats he’s over it. Gundham bit his lip, wanting to say something, eventually it came out. “Soda,” he whispered. “Yeah?”.
“You know for a room to be completely sound proof, not a single door or window should be open, right?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“Go outside and let me know if Y/N’s window was closed last night”
It finally struck him. His face instantly became flustered. “Oh,” he mumbled,“You guys heard all that?”. Everyone nodded. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Nagito attempted comfort,“If its in any consolation, it sounded like it was good. Hell, even I’m a little jealous”. Y/N still had no idea. That was the case until Sonia had talked to her. “So, Y/N,” she sat down by her,“Are you and Kazuichi together?”.
“Why would you think that?”
“Well, last night we all heard, um, something”
“Huh?”
“Well, it’s not that serious, but I do have a question”
“Yeah?”
“The rooms are soundproof, right? Well, are you sure you didn’t leave a door or a window open or something?”
Y/N choked on her own air. “H-How much did you hear?”. Sonia smiled nervously, laughing in a tone that was just as anxious. “Um, everything?”. Y/N put her hands over her face and screamed. Kazuichi approached her and kissed the back of her neck. “So, you fucked and that’s it?,” Hiyoko asked,“Like, nothing comes next?”. Before Y/N could answer, Kazuichi butt in. “T-That’s not true! I’ll take good care of Y/N and I’m gonna love her forever!”. He rushed his lips to Y/N’s, making her gasp. The tension and temperature grew within the room, as Kazuichi promised he wouldn’t let a thing hurt her.
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Leon x F!Reader, Smut
Requested by anon: Hi! Could I request a childhood friends to lovers smut fic with Leon? Like Raihan, Leon, Sonia and Y/n were all rivals, and both raihan and y/n become the dragon type gym leaders, and the whole group parties together and drinks together, and it’s on one of those nights that Leon finally makes a move. (Female reader. Also I absolutely adore your fics They’re so well written💗 keep it up bb)
A/N: a’ight so the partying bit is nonexistent and the drinking is mentioned only bc I’ve never partied and I hope I never will. Drink responsibly y’all. Or don’t drink at all, that is also okay. Also, everyone is coherent and everything in the fic is consensual.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: There’s NSFW up ahead!
The Wild Area is quiet, almost eerie in the silence of the night, broken by the soft sounds of childrens’ voices.
You and Leon sit around Charizard’s lit tail, warming yourselves before you head into your camp to turn in for the night. Leon is talking about how he wants to head in the direction of the Dusty Bowl- if he can find it.
“Maybe I should try to get someplace that isn’t the Dusty Bowl,” he muses. “I’ll get lost and wind up there, instead.”
You laugh as you ask him what he wants to go to the Dusty Bowl for.
“I really want to catch a good Ground Type,” he explains. “Maybe a Tyranitar, or a Rhydon.”
Your eyes light up at the mention of a Tyranitar.
“Ooh, a Tyranitar?” you say. “Maybe we should go to the Dusty Bowl together, I’d love to look for a Tyranitar. One of the strongest dragon-types there is.”
Leon shakes his head at you.
“Always with the dragon-types,” he says. “I have nothing against them, but shouldn’t you not be limiting yourself to a certain type? I mean...you might get KO’D in Ballonlea and Circhester.”
You shake your head.
“I’m not going to have a full Dragon team yet,” you explain. “But eventually I’d like to phase over into one. I figured, if I can manage to get my hands on a Duraludon and a Charmander, that can take care of the Fairy and Ice weaknesses.”
Leon scoots slightly closer to you. When he smiles, you can see his light blue braces.
“When I’m Champion,” he tells you, “I’ll get you all the rare Pokemon you want.”
The rest of the night is spent teasing him lightly for his ambition, and Leon laughingly claiming you’ll be sorry for ever doubting him. He hesitates a bit when you both stand to go into your respective tents, and after a few seconds of bouncing on his heels, he moves forward, gives you a quick peck on the cheek, and practically runs into his tent. You giggle slightly as you call a good night to him.
He keeps his promise. When he becomes Champion, he proudly presents you with an egg- light orange in colour with red speckles. You thank him with a peck on the cheek and a giggle, and he throws his cap at you and runs away.
Somehow, that’s how it stays. You become busy. You know Raihan is training hard to beat Leon, and you’re training hard to perfect your dragon type team. You travel all over Galar. You crawl along in the bushes and wade into ponds and spend god knows how many days in Axew’s Eye, raiding Dynamax dens to find a Noivern or a Sliggoo. When you hear from Leon, you tell him how well your now-evolved Charizard is doing.
He travels abroad sometimes, brings you back exotic Dragon types. A Swablu from Hoenn, a Dratini from Kanto. He promises he’s going to get his hands on a Bagon someday, and you tell him not to go through too much trouble. He just gives you a peck on the cheek, tells you it’s no trouble, as long as it’s for you.
Chaste kisses on your cheek. One to say hello, one to say goodbye. A congratulatory kiss on the cheek when you become the Dragon type Gym Leader at sixteen (Raihan demands one, too- he gets a ghost kiss from Leon’s Dreepy). Leon’s cheeks don’t heat up when he does it, not anymore, nor is he flustered the way he was the first few times. You’re friends, affectionate friends who kiss each other on the cheek, glance at the other’s lips and look away, tuck loose strands of hair away from each other’s face, but keep yourself from playing with it.
You’re busy, you tell yourself. Much too busy to do anything than push away the schoolgirl crush you’ve always had on Leon, much too busy training and learning, much too busy to do anything but let the years pass, and here you are now, an adult, fully absorbed in the rhythm of daily life.
It’s one of your designated hangout nights. Leon’s in Hammerlocke to destroy Raihan in an exhibition match, and afterwards, you, Raihan, Sonia, and Leon head to one of the underground pubs, one of Raihan’s discoveries, and your personal favourite. Sonia is the most responsible, Raihan is the least- by the end of the night, she’s laughing at and guiding an obviously drunk Raihan into a taxi (non-Flying; can’t risk him puking down at people from the sky). You and Leon are moderate, lightly buzzed enough to feel good, not buzzed enough to be Raihan. You decide to just walk the empty streets, shoulders bumping into each others as you walk, the cold night air biting into your faces.
Leon walks closer to you as he wraps an arm around your waist, sliding underneath the hem of your short top. You shiver and move closer to him, putting your own arm around him. The side of your face bumps against his shoulder and you giggle, both of you talking and wandering around Hammerlocke until you eventually reach the hotel where Leon is staying, at which point he looks up at it, and glances at you.
“It’s pretty cold out here,” he whispers. “Maybe we should just hang out inside.”
He sways slightly, pressing his forehead against yours as his grip on your waist tightens. You nod your assent, and the two of you make your way up to his hotel room.
The atmosphere is different, here- Leon dims down all the lights before kicking his shoes off and collapsing on the bed, patting a spot beside him. You follow suit, resting against the headboard with your body angled towards Leon. His eyes rove up and down your form, coming up to meet your eyes and stare intently at you.
His eyes are lidded as he moves forward to give you a peck on the cheek. You giggle at him, and tip forward to return the favour, kissing the corner of his mouth. He says your name, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek.
He kisses your forehead, and he doesn’t pull away before pressing another kiss to your cheek, and all at once you’re aware of the heat between the two of you; you ignore it in favor of kissing his chin, and kissing his cheek again, and that’s fine, because friends can give each other kisses, right?
You’re just relaxed from the drinking and acting silly.
Leon leans forward and places a light kiss to your earlobe. His head dips as he kisses your neck, then pulls back to look at you.
He’s staring at your lips, eyes lidded- your heart pounds as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, and he angles your face towards his.
“Leon,” you breathe.
His lips are soft on yours, barely there as they brush past your lips. Your lips part ever so slightly as you lean towards him, and he kisses you- a soft, closed kiss where you move your lips gently against his.
There are warning bells going off in your head- Leon is your friend. Your childhood friend. This is one of those friendships that is supposed to last forever, and you really don’t want a patch of awkwardness between you because you ended up making out one night. Or...doing something else you might regret.
Your hands come up to rest against his chest as he deepens the kiss, and all the warning bells go off. Suddenly, you don’t know anything beyond how good it feels when he kisses you, hot and open mouthed and much more... desperate... than before. One of his hands is at your waist, pulling you closer as he adjusts himself so that he’s over you on the bed. His mouth leaves yours as he begins to kiss your jaw, tongue swiping against your jawline. His hand moves under your shirt, fingers pressing into your sides as he kisses your mouth, your jaw, your neck. You moan slightly when you feel his teeth nip at the sweet spot on your neck, and his mouth moves to explore lower, a kiss pressed into your cleavage as he moves down to the swell of your breasts, tugging your collar down to expose more skin.
“Leon,” you say, breathing heavily.
Your voice seems to snap him out of it. He jerks his head back to look at you, golden eyes wide and searching as they look into yours.
“I’m- I-” he starts, sitting up. He swallows, and takes a deep breath.
“Lee, I…” you sit up, too, reaching for his hands. “I don’t want for things to be awkward between us,” you say, ignoring every feral urge in you that tells you to pull him back over you and go wild.
“They won’t,” he says, breathing heavily as he stares at you, pupils dilated. “I like you,” he says, moving forward to bury his face in your neck.
“I’ve liked you for years, now,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss on your skin. “And we don’t...we won’t do anything you don’t want to. I just need you to know I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I’m in- I...want you.”
You press yourself closer to him, hands coming to clutch at his biceps.
“I like you, too, Lee,” you admit, whining slightly as he nips at your neck at your confession. He’s kissing your neck again, and you moan when you feel his tongue on you as his hands slip under the hem of your top, pressing into your skin just below your breasts.
“Do you want to do this?” he asks between feverish kisses to your neck and shoulders.
“Ye-yes,” you manage, your head full of nothing but Leon right now- his scent, his warmth, the way his tongue feels on your skin, the way he’s leaving bites on your collarbone and neck, his hands pulling you closer- he presses into you so you lay back against the mattress, supporting himself with one arm as he tugs on your shirt with his other hand.
You pull your shirt off over your head, and watch as an almost feral expression takes over Leon’s face as he sees your clothed breasts. He’s on you in a second, one hand sliding underneath you to unhook your bra, the other tugging it off and throwing it to the side.
“Fuck- yes,” he gasps, kissing your bare breasts and nipping gently at one, making you whimper. It makes heat pool in your stomach when he swears- Leon almost never swears, and you like this new side to him you’re seeing.
“I’ve wanted to see you like this forever,” he admits, squeezing a breast with one hand before his tongue flicks over your nipple.
“You have no idea,” he sucks your nipple into his mouth, tongue swishing around before he pulls away, “how much I’ve thought about this,” he comes up to press a hard kiss against your mouth “how long I’ve wanted you for,” he presses his hips against yours, making you moan.
“Leon,” you moan out his name, bucking your hips against him, whining when he pulls back a bit and chuckles.
“You look cute,” he tells you, an almost innocent smile on his face. “All flushed and warm, so needy for your Champion.”
“Leon,” you gasp, hands tugging at his shirt, legs bending to wrap around his waist, trying to press into him.
“Lee, don’t tease,” you whine, and he obliges, pulling his shirt over to his head, exposing his bare chest and stomach.
He’s gorgeous.
You run your hands over his chest, making note of how he whines when your hands brush over his nipples. He presses his whole body against you, kissing your mouth, dipping his tongue in and moaning, clothed hips thrusting slightly against yours.
Your fingers hook into the waistband of his pants, tugging at them. He pulls back again, sitting on his calves as he tugs your pants off, tossing them away. You lie exposed in front of him in nothing but your dampening panties, and he gives you a smug look before kissing your stomach, going lower.
Your hands grip his hair as he begins to place butterfly kisses over your panties, teasingly biting the insides of your thighs from time to time. You plead with him for you don’t know what, an unbearable need for friction building in your intimates.
He darts his tongue out and begins to suck on your clothed clit, his face pressed between your legs. The wet spot on your panties grows, and you cry out for him as his thick fingers push your panties to a side and rub gently over your folds.
He pulls your panties off, eyes widening at the sight of your wet folds, swollen and puffy.
“Is this for me?” he asks, head tilted to a side as he looks up at you.
You whimper and nod, bucking your hips.
“Use your words, baby,” he says, nipping at your inner thigh.
“Leon- it’s for you. It’s all for you, I- ah!” you arch your back as he buries his whole face into your pussy, fingers rubbing at your clit as his tongue dips inside of you, moving around.
“Leon- oh, Lee,” you whisper, “I- ah- you feel so good-”
You can feel your high building, your intimates pulsing as he eats you out like a starved man. When he pulls away, you nearly cry, desperately begging him to let you cum.
Your arousal shines on his mouth as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, wiping off his mouth with his hand. He smiles at you, that sweet smile of his, crawling over you as he kisses your body, one hand pushing down his pants. You glance down between your bodies to see his cock, dark red at the tip and leaking precum as he strokes it gently.
“I’m gonna make you feel good,’ he says, moving up to kiss your lips. “I love you,” he mumbles against your mouth, pressing another open kiss on you, “so much.”
Your arms circle his neck as you pull him deeper into the kiss.
“I love you, too,” you pull away, looking into his warm golden eyes. He kisses you again, your legs wrapping around his waist. His cock brushes gently against your wet pussy, and you press your fingers into the muscle of Leon’s back as he continues to kiss you softly and slowly.
“You sure about this?” he asks, mouth against yours.
“Leon, please,” you say, your teeth lightly grazing his lip. “I need you.”
He presses his face against your shoulder as his cock pushes into your entrance, a strangled moan in your throat as you try to adjust to his size. He’s thick, and you mewl as he pushes in deeper, involuntarily clenching around him.
“Oh, fuck!” Leon gasps as you tighten around him, eyes wide and mouth gaping slightly.
He takes his time pushing himself inside you, both giving you time to adjust to him, and giving himself time to savour you, the way your warm insides clench around him, the way you throb with your arousal, how tight and wet and perfect you are, even better than you were in his fantasies. He pulls back a little and pushes in deeper, kissing you all over your face as he rocks slowly into you, pace quickening when your nails dig into his back.
“You’re- you’re so big, Lee,” you moan, heels pressing into his back. “I- oh- you feel so good.”
You hear him breathe a laugh, and he licks over some of the marks he left on your throat.
He begins to move faster inside you, wet smacking sounds getting louder as he begins to lose himself to the pleasure. You arch your back and squeeze your eyes shut, moaning a chant of his name as he hits that perfect spot inside of you, your head going blank save for the building pleasure.
His hand presses into your soft breast, and you drag your nails down his chest, making him cry out. You pinch and pull at his nipples, heat searing and your own pleasure spiking as his face contorts in bliss, groaning your name as you take his whole length.
“I’m gonna- hah- ah! I’m gonna make you cum, baby, I’m-” his thrusts speed up, a hand going down to rub at your clit.
You cry his name out louder as your high approaches, and he pounds into you, his gasps and moans mixing in with yours. He tells you you’re his, all his, that you belong to him, and you agree, throwing your head back as your pleasure peaks.
You scratch down his back as the tension snaps, your orgasm washing over you as you pulse around his cock, his name on your lips. He rides you through your orgasm, wide eyed at the sight of your flushed face and chest, how brazenly lustful you look as you cum around him, pussy clenching tight. He pumps into you, and with one rough thrust, he presses his cock deep inside you and moans as he goes over the edge, rocking his hips against yours as he cums, spilling his seed deep inside you with a broken cry of your name.
He almost collapses on you, face resting on your breast with his cock still twitching inside you as you both come down from your high. Leon’s breath fans over your heaving chest, and he slowly pushes himself up to pull out of you, keeping your legs apart to watch his cum drip out of your cunt. He almost wishes he could take a picture of you like this, looking so obscene, nipples perked and pussy leaking with his cum.
Your hands reach out to him as he gets off the bed, and he kisses you softly on the lips, telling you he’ll be right back to clean you up. He goes into the bathroom and emerges with a wet towel, cleaning you up as per his promise, tossing the towel away and snuggling into your naked body as you pepper soft kisses on each other, holding each other’s bare bodies tightly as sleep overtakes you.
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Stress Reliever (Kazuichi x Reader)
I know I said I’d post this tomorrow, but I’ve been working on it for several days and finally finished it, and I’m incredibly impatient, so here we go!
This is also the first smut imagine I’m posting on my blog. I don’t know why, but I always get super embarrassed whenever I post smut, so I hope you like it. If you do, maybe I’ll most more in the future?
You could see how some people might think that Kazuichi was a delinquent. His appearance definitely gave off that vibe, but in reality, the thought was enough to make you laugh.
Kazuichi was a wimpy sweetheart that wanted nothing more than to be loved.
How did you know this?
Because you were dating that wimpy sweetheart.
Kazuichi was fun to mess with. His reactions to any kind of affection were so flustered and pure. You loved him so much that it made your heart hurt sometimes.
But sometimes, teasing Kazuichi took unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome, turns.
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You liked kissing Kazuichi. You never got tired of how he leaned into you and sighed into your mouth. He was not only shorter than you (by a few inches, but still shorter), but he was also lighter than you. You often used that to your advantage. Picking him up and twirling him around, giving him piggyback rides, handing him stuff from the shelves he couldn’t reach, you loved stuff like that.
But most of all, you loved pulling him into your lap, which was where he was now. You had your arms wrapped around his waist and his around your back. He had his head on your shoulder while you absentmindedly twirled a strand of his hair.
Between the upcoming midterms and helping Miu with Kiibo while also trying to keep up with his own projects, Kazuichi was overstressed.
You’d been trying to be supportive and help wherever you could, but when Miu called, frantically explaining that Kazuichi had passed out in the middle of the garage, you decided enough was enough.
You’d gone and picked him up. He argued that he had things to get done, but you weren’t having any of it.
“You can come with me willingly, or I’ll carry you there instead.” You challenged, and after realizing that you were being completely serious, he sighed and agreed.
You also insisted that he come to your apartment. You didn’t trust Kazuichi to go to sleep if he went to his own. That’s how you ended up here on on your couch with Kazuichi.
There was one problem though.
Despite how tired he was, Kazuichi was so stressed out that he couldn’t fall asleep. You’d been sitting here for the past five minutes, listening to him mumble to himself about everything he had to get done, while you tried to think of something to help calm him down.
That was when something struck you. The idea made you blush, but you seriously couldn’t think of anything else.
You turned your head enough to kiss Kazuichi on the head. “Hey Kaz.” You nudged him with your shoulder until he sat up. Once he did, you smiled before you leaned forward and kissed him.
He made a sound of surprise, but after a second, he melted into you, kissing you back.
You trailed your hands up his back, cracking a smile when he shivered. “Are my hands cold?
“N-No, well yes, but that’s not wh-why-“
You slid your hands under his shirt, bursting into a fit of giggles when he yelped and tried to squirm away from you. You had mercy on him and removed your hands, instead, choosing to take his hands in yours.
You pressed soft kisses along his hands and arms while your hands slowly started to warm up, taking on the same temperature as his own.
“Better?” You asked playfully, and he nodded gratefully.
You smiled softly as you looked at him. His pink eyes seemed to shine when he was happy. It was captivating. You could easily get lost in his eyes, but you snapped out of it when he looked away.
“Wh-Why’re ya st-starin’ at me like that?”
“You have pretty eyes.”
“Don’tcha think the pink is a bit weird?”
The way he asked made it clear that people had said that before.
“I’m not talking about the pink.” You cupped his face gently. “I can see everything in your eyes. When you’re sad, they get stormy. When you’re happy, they shine. Your eyes are beautiful. Not because they’re pink. They’re beautiful because they’re yours, because I can see everything you are when I look you in the eyes.” You could feel his cheeks heating up under your hands.
You pulled his head down to yours and kissed him again, much deeper this time. You broke away, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then his jaw. You trailed little kisses down to his neck, listening to the way his breath hitched with each one.
“Wh-What’s gotten into you?”
“I figured if I tired you out, you’d be able to sleep.” You explained, scratching your cheek nervously. Saying it out loud made you feel a bit embarrassed.
There was a moment where he just stared at you as the implication behind your words sank in. You could tell when they did because he turned red all the way to the roots of his hair.
“O-Oh..u-um..”
“Is that okay with you?” You asked, choosing not to beat around the bush. You would never force him to do something he didn’t want to, but you had learned a long time ago that being blunt was best with him.
Your last boyfriend had been very dominant. Too dominant. He always insisted on knowing everywhere you went and everyone you met. He told you who you could hang out with, where you could go, and what you could do. You hated it.
You met Kazuichi a couple months after the two of you broke up, and it was a nice change of pace. Kazuichi was a good person, despite his obsession with Sonia at the time, and a good friend. He obviously cared very deeply for his friends.
Kazuichi may look like a tough guy, but that couldn’t be less true. He was a scaredy cat when something freaked him out. He liked to flirt with girls, but the second someone so much as complimented him, he turned into a stuttering mess.
It was adorable, and being around him taught you how to be more honest with what you felt. You no longer felt like you had to hide to maintain this perfect image of what someone thought you should be. You could say what you meant and not be afraid of how he’d react. You could just be yourself.
Being with Kazuichi also taught you how to be more blunt. Beating around bush just led to more trouble. He was also very clueless at times. If you didn’t say what you wanted, it would go right over his head.
Kazuichi was also shy, incredibly so. It led to some interesting, and frankly adorable, moments.
You were the more bold one, so you were usually the one to initiate things, and you were surprised to find that you didn’t mind it. Besides, it made the moments that Kazuichi did initiate anything all the more special.
It seemed now was one of those times too because, instead of responding to your question verbally, Kazuichi just kissed you again. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip, and when you parted your lips, he slid his tongue into your mouth.
You slid one of your hands into his hair, wrapping your other arm around his waist. You pulled him forward until his chest was pressed against yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine when he gasped into your mouth.
You nipped at his lip, unable to keep back a smile when he moaned. “Feel good?”
He flushed, but he still nodded, an embarrassed smile on his face.
“That’s good.” You pressed a kiss just under his ear. “You know what to say if you want me to stop?”
Kazuichi was prone to saying stop when he was embarrassed, but when you actually did stop, he only got more embarrassed when he had to tell you, no, you hadn’t gone to far, and no, he wasn’t hurt. So, you picked something that still got the message across when he actually did want you to stop.
“Red.”
You smiled against his skin. “And when will I stop?”
You weren’t really sure when you got into the habit of asking him that, but you did it every time now.
Your ex boyfriend hadn’t been so lenient with you. If you started, no matter what you said, he wasn’t going to stop.
You never wanted Kazuichi to feel that way.
“Any time I want.”
You pecked him on the lips, a proud kind of smile on your face. “Never forget that, okay?”
He nodded with a smile of his own. “I won’t.”
You returned to peppering kisses along his skin. Eventually, you slid your hands under his shirt, pushing it up, and when he got the gist, he helped you pull it over his head.
You stole his beanie so you could run your fingers through his hair.
He gasped when you nipped at the base of his neck, sucking lightly at the red mark you’d made.
He was gripping your upper arms, unsure what to do with himself. You moved even lower, dragging your teeth along his collarbone. He shivered, something between a sigh and a moan falling from his lips.
He covered his mouth, biting his thumb to keep back another sound when you nipped at the skin there. Heat flared in his chest, thrumming under his skin until he felt like he was burning from the inside out. Arousal twisted low in his stomach, and he flushed when he realized that he was getting hard.
Fingers curled around his wrist, pulling his hand away from his mouth. “I like hearing you.” You murmured, connecting your mouths again. You smelt like strawberries and tasted like the chocolate you were eating earlier.
Your mouth was hot against his, and he pulled away with a gasp. “(Y-Y/n).”
You pressed a kiss just under his ear, a hand sliding up his back.
“H-Hey, st-stop.”
“Are you sure?” You teased, clearly enjoying how flustered he was getting.
“I’m ge-gettin’..”
“Turned on?” You finished for him when he didn’t continue.
He felt a wave of embarrassment at the words, but he nodded truthfully.
You smirked against his shoulder, a soft laugh bubbling from your chest. “What’s wrong with that?”
“I-It’s embarrassin’..”
You shifted back slightly, raising your head to look at him. He had turned red all the way up to his ears, and it was slowly spreading down his neck, giving his skin a pink hue. “Do you want me to stop?”
Your expression was no longer teasing. You were smiling gently at him, as if he was the most precious thing in the world. “You know what to say if you want me to stop.”
He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
“What do you want me to do?”
“I..” He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at you. “I-I like when you t-touch me.”
You hummed softly, experimentally trailing your fingers from the curve of his neck down to the center of his chest. “Like that?”
He nodded, swallowing nervously.
You used one hand to hold his jaw while you kissed him, running the other down his chest. Your fingers brushed over one of his nipples, and you grinned when he jumped, gasping into your mouth.
You leaned back, watching his face as you repeated the motion more deliberately. He was biting his lip, his hands curling into the back of the couch.
Sometimes, you swore he couldn’t get any cuter. “You’re really sensitive.”
If you thought he was red before, it was nothing compared to his face right now.
“Do-Don’t just say things like that!”
You just raised an eyebrow, lips curving into an amused smile. “What? I’m telling the truth!”
“J-Just cause it’s true doesn’t mean ya have to say it out loud!”
You shook your head softly. “It’s so easy to mess with you.”
All of a sudden, you smiled deviously. “If you’re really not that sensitive, then I’m sure you won’t mind if I do this.” You squeezed his nipple, flicking it lightly with your finger, and he moaned.
“H-Hey! That’s n-not fair!”
“Who said I was being fair?” Your hands trailed down to his waist, and you leaned forward, running your tongue over his nipple.
His hand came up to your shoulder like he was going to push you away, but he ended up gripping it instead.
You began to suck at it, rolling his other nipple between your fingers, and you were pleasantly surprised when he whined low in his throat.
You let go, moving until you could stand up, taking him with you. You carried him into your bedroom, dropping him unceremoniously on your bed. Before he could complain, you climbed onto the bed too, straddling him.
You curled your hands into his hair, and Kazuichi felt caught off guard by the adoration and love in your eyes.
You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. “God, I love you so much.” You said softly, kissing along his jaw and down to his neck.
Kazuichi moaned when you sucked at the skin at the base of his neck. He slipped his hands under your shirt, running his hands up your back. Your skin was soft and cold against his burning skin. He ran his hands further up your back. He could feel your shoulder blades shift, feel the dip between them, feel the dimple at the bottom of your back. He tugged at your shirt, and you broke away from him to help him pull it over your head.
“You want me to take these?” He asked tapping the edge of your glasses.
“Nah, I like being able to see you.” You said, smirking playfully at him.
He slapped your shoulder. “Don’t say things like that!” He retorted, cheeks flushing a bright shade of red.
You laughed warmly, hands pressed against his shoulders. You leaned down to press a kiss to his pulse point, feeling his heart beat wildly under your lips.
“Hm, what if I told you that you look really cute like this?” You asked, kissing down his chest.
“L-Like what?” Kazuichi asked shakily.
“All flushed and embarrassed.” You responded running your hands up his back. You sucked at his collarbone, and he moaned softly.
“I-“ He tried to say something, but no words came out. He felt overwhelmed. Kazuichi could feel heat curling in his stomach, but you weren’t done.
“And what if I told you that I like hearing you moan.” You asked, amusement sparking in your voice.
His breaths were coming out in small pants.
“If I said that seeing you get all worked up is kinda hot, what would you do then?” You asked teasingly.
“I-I don’t-“ Kazuichi started, but he was abruptly cut off by a moan when you ran your tongue over one of his nipples.
You began to suck at it, your teeth occasionally brushing over it. Your other hand came up and began to massage his other nipple, and Kazuichi arched into the touch, moaning your name.
You pulled away, leaning up to connect your lips again.
The heat in Kazuichi’s stomach flared, and he tangled his hands in your hair.
You began to kiss down his chest and along his stomach, leaving hickeys every now and then. He squirmed underneath you. Kazuichi felt like his body was burning from the inside out. He was hard, and he knew you could probably feel it. The thought embarrassed and excited him at the same time. When you nipped at his waist, he couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips. He whined when your hips met, and to his surprise, you began to rock your hips against his.
“Better?” You asked, smiling lightly at him.
Kazuichi felt like his brain was short circuiting. This felt more than good.
Kazuichi whimpered, gripping your shoulders desperately. He could feel that heat in his stomach rising wildly.
“S-Stop or I-I’ll-“ He cut himself off when he moaned again.
“Go ahead.” You responded, leaning down to suck and nip at his neck.
He was so close.
You bit down at the base of his neck, and Kazuichi squeezed his eyes shut as the heat pooling in his stomach finally exploded. He whimpered as his body tensed and trembled. His back arched, and he moaned your name, practically begging you not to stop, and you didn’t. You rocked your hips together through his orgasm, only stopping once he had calmed down again.
You climbed off him, and for a second, he feared you might leave, but instead, you turned back to him and held out your hand.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” You said, smiling warmly at him.
“But you didn’t-“ Kazuichi started, but you shook your head.
“I wanted this time to be about you.” You responded, smiling lovingly at him.
Kazuichi felt his heart swell. He really couldn’t have gotten luckier. He needed you to know that.
So he stood up and gave you a kiss filled with love and happiness, and when he pulled away, you gave him a dopey smile and pulled him towards the bathroom. You took a shower together. Kazuichi wanted to care for you too, so he ran a warm bath. He got in and motioned for you to join him. You climbed in and sat down, letting yourself sink back against his chest. Kazuichi got some soap and threaded his hands through your hair. After washing your hair, he picked up a cup and helped you rinse the soap away.
You smiled contentedly and returned the favor by helping him wash his hair. You got out and dried off, and you brought Kazuichi a fresh pair of clothes that he had left at your house.
You got dressed and brushed your hair and teeth. As you were walking out of the bathroom, Kazuichi moved forward, sweeping you off the ground and throwing you lightly onto the bed. You laughed joyfully, head tilted back and eyes shining.
You helped him pull the covers back, and you both climbed into bed. You immediately curled your arms around him and pulled him closer. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning at you.
“I love you so much.” He told you softly, his heart swelling with love.
You smiled back at him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you too.”
#danganronpa goodbye despair#danganronpa imagines#danganronpa#kazuichi souda#kazuichi imagine#kazuichi x reader#gender neutral s/o#smut#danganronpa smut#fluff#danganronpa fluff#kazuichi souda smut
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Hello!^w^ Do you think you can do bede x nonbinary reader? :O (possibly bee/beeself /neo pronouds but do what makes you comfy using!!) :3 maybe bebe notices the reader uncomfy with hop and decided that the reader is their rival now?:D or maybe the reader asking bede out?
A/N: Hello there lovely, of course I can do that! I wasn’t quite sure what your first prompt meant, so I decided to write for the reader asking Bede out. I hope that’s alright!
Also my apologies if there are some fumbles with the pronouns! I used both they/them and bee/beeself for this one! @thestarsblog
Is it a Date? | Bede X Reader Drabble
You wanted to ask Bede out, and today was going to be the day you did it.
Sonia and Nessa had been helping you practice up until this point, with Nessa pretending to act as him while you spoke out your feelings.
However, by the 12th time of doing this, you had begun to grow tired of spurring the same words over and over.
Noticing your doubtful expression, Sonia came over, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“It’s alright now. I promise you that when you see him, the word’ll just come to ya naturally.”
“Naturally?”
“Mhm! You can do it, we know ya can!”
Her smile was warm as the sunshine, and you couldn’t help but smile in return. Sonia was just like that.
“Thanks, Sonia! I’ll let ya know how it goes!”
You chimed, and happily skipped off in the direction of Ballonlea.
“You think bee will be alright without us there?”
Nessa asks, walking up beside Nessa and watching you go. Sonia flicked her forehead in response.
“C’mon now, don’t be doubtful too! I know bee can do it!” She turned to also watch you go, her soured expression quickly morphing, “Bede really does like them back after all.”
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Several hours later, and you were sitting in the lobby of the Ballonlea gym.
There weren’t too many matches going on during the day, and so you opted to sit out and wait as opposed to watching.
After about 2 hours, Bede walked out, right at Opal’s side.
You smiled and approached the two.
“Mind if I snag him for a sec?”
You asked, and Opal let out a laugh before waving a hand beside her.
“Not at all. Don’t be too long though, you two~”
“We won’t!” You chirped, taking Bede by the hand and exiting the building.
You swore you saw his cheeks glowing a bright red, but perhaps that was just the light illuminating from the colored mushrooms.
Finally, when you had found a secluded area, you let go of his hand, stepped a few feet in front of him, and turned.
“Bede... I really like you. A-and I was wondering if you uhm... if you wanted to... to go out together?”
Though you stumbled over your words a bit, you were proud of yourself as the words echoed in your brain. When you looked up and into Bede’s eyes, you saw a light in them.
His cheeks were now definitely a bright red, and his hands were balled into fists at his sides.
“Bede?”
You called worriedly, but all he did was walk close to you. You were about to speak again when he grabbed both your hands and held them up in his own.
“Yes. I... I’ve been waiting so long to hear you ask me that.”
His voice sounded so relieves, full of life and love. And his smile was glimmering. It made your heart flutter.
Eventually, you began to smile as well, and Bede pressed your foreheads together.
“Of course I want to go out with you, Y/N. I’ve wanted that for a long time now.”
You laughed.
“I’m glad you did!”
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Tropical Vacation pt. 2
Hey hi hello! This Is the last part for the day, I felt bad since the first one was so short and uneventful.
This one was funny to write, I liked writing Monokuma and Monomi's 'fight' scene xD
Characters In this part: Lee!Gundham, Lee!Kazuichi, Lee!Nagito, Ler!Nekomaru, Ler!Chiaki, Hajime, Fuyuhiko, Mahiru, Sonia, Hiyoko, Akane, Mikan, Peko
Words: 3,083
PT 1: [Click here], PT 2: [You are here.]
“KAZUICHI, I AM GOING TO DESTROY YOU!” Gundham yelled after his friend, chasing him down the beach in a full on sprint. The chase didn’t last very long though before Nekomaru quickly got In the middle of the two and held the breeder back.
“Easy Tanaka!” He barked. “What the hell Is going on?!”
“Yeah, Why are you so worked up? You guys sparrin’?” Akane asked..
“He’s trying to kill me!” Soda accused, pointing his finger at the angry boy in front of him.
“This fiend used some kind of powerful unseen force to send me flying into the water!” Gundham responded angrily. “You are lucky my Devas were not with me!”
Now that he mentioned It, Nekomaru did notice that Gundham was soaking wet.
“Easy dude! I was just playing around, I saw Sonia had your scarf and your zhu zhu pets!” Kazuichi retorted.
“THEY ARE NOT ZHU ZHU PETS!”
Nekomaru sighed in exasperation, why can’t It ever be something… normal with these two? “Y’know what, fine.” The larger student pushed both of them to the ground and proceeded to pin them both and tickle them. “If you’re gonna fight with each other… Then you’re gonna laugh with each other!”
Kazuichi shrieked as he felt his ribs being attacked, he cursed himself for not changing out of his swim attire back into his jumpsuit before launching Gundham into the water.
“NEHEHEHEKO NOHOHOHOHO!”
Gundham wasn’t much better off, Nekomaru was mercilessly tickling his exposed neck and collarbone. “FUAHAHAHAHAHA! F-FIEHEHEHEHEND STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT AT OHOHONCE!” He tried bringing his shoulders up to protect his neck but as soon as he would, Nekomaru would then attack his belly and hip, making his arms instinctively shoot back down to protect his body.
“Not until you two agree to stop fighting.”
“NOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAY! HEHEHE’S THE ONE WHO TRIHIHIHIED TO KILL ME!” Kazuichi cackled, flailing uselessly.
The Ultimate Team manager narrowed his eyes at the pinkette, he leaned down and blew a raspberry against his belly whilst vibrating his fingers into his ribcage.
Kazuichi exploded with screaming high pitched laughter, throwing his head back in the sand as he frantically shoved at Neko’s head and kicked at the sand.
He pulled back grinning then turned to Gundham, whose belly he was still tickling with his other hand. “Don’t think I forgot about you!” He teased, leaning down and blowing a raspberry against his neck.
Gundham burst into loud laughter, rivaling Kazuichi in volume. He tried to push Nekomaru away but this only seemed to encourage him, his other hand left Kazuichi giving him a chance to breathe and instead began poking at Gundham’s ribs and underarm teasingly.
He delivered another deadly raspberry to his sensitive neck, this time drawing a loud squeal followed by booming belly laughs. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Do you agree to stop fighting with Kazuichi?” Nekomaru asked, after a moment of no response he gifted him yet another raspberry.
“EEEAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUAHAHAHAHAHA!” Tears were in the Supreme Overlord’s eyes from laughing so hard already.
“I’ll ask again, Are you gonna stop fighting?” He repeated, speeding up his tickles.
This time he was met with frantic nods. Nekomaru stopped tickling Gundham and turned back to Kazuichi. “Now, Will you stop fighting with Gundham?”
“As long as he doesn’t fight with me…” Kazuichi said nervously, sitting up.
“I don’t think that’ll be an issue, If he does, He knows what will happen to him!” Nekomaru laughed in amusement.
Gundham shakily sat up. “D-Do you also… vow… not to… push me Into anymore… water?” He panted.
“I dunno man, That’s kind of a hard one. The look on your face was hilarious!” Kazuichi grinned.
Nekomaru glanced at Gundham, upon seeing the somewhat downcast expression on his face he grabbed Kazuichi and held him down.
“ACK! Hey hey hey! What are you doing?!” He panicked.
“Promise you won’t throw him In anymore water.” He ordered.
“Okayokay! Jeez! I promise I won’t throw him In the water again!”
“And apologize to him.”
“What?!”
“You hurt his feelings, apologize for pushing him in the water.”
“No way! He didn’t apologize to me for chasing me!” Kazuichi fired back.
Nekomaru sighed. These damn kids never learn do they? “Gundham, C’mere.”
Gundham shuffled closer, looking questioningly at the larger student. “Yes?”
“There’s something I want you to do.” Nekomaru replied.
“What Is It, Fiend?”
“Hey, I don’t like where this is going…” Kazuichi squinted at Nekomaru, suspicious.
“Tickle him without mercy until he says he’s sorry.” The muscular student grinned at the horrified shriek that came from Kazuichi.
The Mechanic began frantically squirming, though he wasn’t able to move very much thanks to Nekomaru being freakishly strong. “Nononononono!” He didn’t much care for the dark look in Gundham’s eyes, nor the evil smile that followed.
Meanwhile further down the beach, the rest of the students were just chilling and enjoying the day. Or trying their best to.
“Are you sure we should not go check on Kazuichi and Gundham?” Sonia asked.
“Nah, I’m sure they’re fine.” Chiaki replied, building a sandcastle version of Princess Peach’s castle.
“Or one of them has finally killed the other and we’re going to have our first trial.” Hiyoko smirked. “I’m betting on Kazuichi being the dead person.”
Sonia looked horrified.
“Hiyoko!” Chiaki and Hajime chastised.
Mahiru approached the mischievous girl. “Okay, That’s a timeout.”
“What? But I--”
“Go sit on the steps!” she pointed to the steps leading to the beach, Hiyoko pouted and complied silently, crossing her arms as she sat down.
“Listen, I’m sure those two dumbasses are fine, Hiyoko’s just a bitch.” Hiko tried to reassure the blonde, Hajime tried not to laugh at that, but a chuckle slipped out. Mahiru wasn’t as amused.
“Hiko!”
“Where’s the lie?” Hajime whispered under his breath.
“Both of you get a timeout too.” Chiaki said as she stood up, she pointed to a second set of stairs. “Go sit until you can be nice.”
“Why? It’s--”
“I’m not going in fucking timeou--”
Chiaki squeezed Hajime’s side and poked at Fuyuhiko’s ribs, making them both immediately shut up. “Steps.”
They both complied, muttering under their breath as they sat down on the steps next to each other.
“You guys worried about Kazuichi and Gundham?” Akane asked, coming from the direction of said two students. “‘Cause they’re fine, Coach Nekomaru Is helpin’ them.”
Sonia let out a sigh of relief, her hand resting over her heart. “That Is good to hear, Gundham was quite mad when--”
She was cut off by a blood curdling scream that sounded vaguely like Kazuichi coming from the other side of the beach, followed by laughter. Sonia giggled. “I think I will go check on them anyway.” She said as she stood and walked off.
“Nekomaru Is wrecking them, Isn’t he?” Nagito asked amusedly.
“Oh totally.” Akane grinned. “I kinda forgot how vicious of a tickler he is, kind of makes me wanna challenge him to a tickle fight.”
“I think you’d lose.” Mahiru smiled in exasperation.
“For some reason, I get the impression that’s what she wants.” Hajime chuckled.
“Goodness! Whatever was that horrible scream?” Usami asked, appearing out of seemingly nowhere.
“Oh hey Usami.” Chiaki greeted the pink and white rabbit with a small smile. “It was the sound of Kazuichi getting tickled.”
Usami let out a small sigh of relief, then giggled. “Oh, That’s a relief. I am glad It was the sound of friendship, I thought for a moment that Monokuma had reappeared.”
“You rang?” Monokuma asked, suddenly next to her.
“Uwaaah! Where did you come from!?” Usami cried out in surprise.
“We could ask you the same thing…” Hajime said quietly.
“Wha? Has no one ever explained the bears and the bees to you?” Monokuma asked, tilting his head. “Alright I guess. Well, when two bears love each other very much--”
“Nooo! That is too mature for this audience!” Usami protested, putting her little hands on Monokuma to stop him.
“She does realize we’re not kids… Right?” Nagito whispered to Chiaki.
“For some reason, I don’t think she’s talking about us…” She whispered back.
Monokuma growled, his red eye flashing briefly before he shifted and threw all of his weight into his shoulder, promptly sending Usami flying from the force. “Keep your dirty pure hands to yourself, Monomi!”
“Uwaahh! It really hurts when you shoulder tackle me!” she cried, hitting the ground next to Chiaki.
“Anyways! I have an announcement for you Goody goody losers!” Monokuma said loudly as Nekomaru, Gundham, Kazuichi and Sonia all rejoined the group.
“Oh great, I get back just In time to listen to the homicidal tanuki.” Kazuichi frowned.
“For the last time, I am not a tanuki!” Monokuma snapped, raising his hand to threateningly show off his claws.
“He Is right, Children! Monokuma Is a bear, and--” Usami was cut off by Monokuma stomping over to kick her In the head.
“I don’t need your help!”
“Oogh! It hurts when you punt me too!” she sobbed, curling up in the sand. Chiaki got down on the ground next to her to comfort her.
Monokuma cleared his throat. “Now that Monomi Is done interrupting me, I have an announcement. As you know, I am the headmaster of Hope’s peak. That school, just like this island, Is currently full of students!”
“What?! There’s more than just us trapped by you?!” Kazuichi asked, shocked.
“Why are you telling us this?” Peko asked, crossing her arms.
“I’m glad you asked!” Monokuma bellowed. “Because, I think my students are starting to get depressed… So I think they might benefit from a change In scenery!”
“You don’t mean…” Hajime trailed off, nervous as to where this was going.
“Are you going to let those students out of the school??” Usami asked, surprised.
“Yup! Only for a while though, I wouldn’t want you all conspiring against me once you get acquainted with each other! I just hope those cold blooded killers can behave themselves for a few minutes...” Monokuma replied. “Puhuhu, Oops, did I say that out loud?”
“Acquainted with each other…?” Mahiru repeated. “You mean you’re…”
“You’re going to let them loose, Here!?” Kazuichi finished for her.
“You guessed It! Sharkboy Is today’s winner! Tell him what he’s won, Monomi!”
“W-What? What are you talking about n--”
Monokuma jumped into the air and elbow dropped the rabbit. “Nevermind! My joke Is ruined now, you’re so useless!”
“Uwah! It hurts when you elbow drop me!”
Hajime sighed at the scene before him. Is anything ever normal with these two?
After that, Monokuma left saying he had other business to attend to, After Usami had calmed down from getting a third strike from Monokuma she stood up and dusted herself off.
“What was he talking about? There aren’t really other students… Are there?” Mahiru asked apprehensively.
“No way, He’s clearly lying to us!” Kazuichi answered.
“There’s one way to find out…” Chiaki mumbled, looking at Usami. “Usami?”
“Y-Yes?”
“Was he telling the truth? Are there really more like us?” The pink haired girl asked softly.
Usami nervously looked away, stammering as she spoke. “W-Well, I don’t… i’m not…”
Chiaki frowned. “So It’s true. Is what he said about them true too?”
“N-No! I don’t… Think so…” Usami sighed softly, sitting on a beach towel. “Yes there Is more like you. I didn’t want to leave them, Please believe me! But I didn’t have time to grab any more of you before Monokuma showed up again.”
“Why didn’t you tell us before?!” Hajime snapped.
“Uwah!” Usami jumped In surprise, her ears drooping sadly. “I-I couldn’t! I felt too guilty and horrible for having to leave them behind! I can only imagine the horrors they’ve had to endure because of Monokuma.”
Chiaki gently petted the rabbit’s head. “It’s okay, It’s not your fault. It’s Monokuma’s fault.”
Usami sniffled, her ears perking back up. “Th-Thank you.” she cried. “But, I am at fault too. I should have fought him at that point, But I was scared and worried about what would happen to you all if I were to lose… I guess In the end It didn’t matter anyway.”
“So just to confirm, there’s a whole other group of students about to be released onto the island and we have no idea if they’re participating in the killing game or not...?” Mahiru asked quietly, fear prominent in her eyes.
Hiyoko got up and went over to her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around her to comfort her. “It’s okay, Mahiru! I won’t let them hurt you!”
Mahiru blushed. “I-I wasn’t scared!”
“I am afraid so.” Usami confirmed grimly, though the next moment… “However! This could be a very good thing too, Perhaps they are like you and refuse to play his game!” She suggested brightly.
Hajime felt a pit In his stomach, It took him a while to warm up to and trust the students trapped with him... he was definitely nervous and untrusting of this.
“Usami Is right!” Nagito spoke up. “We have to stay *Hopeful!”
Oh here we go…
“They are Hope’s peak academy students, after all! I’m sure they’re as reserved and strong willed as all of you Ultimate’s!” Nagito smiled, getting that look In his eyes again.
“Nagito…” Hajime said warningly, not wanting to listen to his speech again. “Remember what happened last time you droned on about Hope and Ultimates?”
“Oh, Right! Sorry, I guess even trash can be forgetful too, I’ll try to stop.” He smiled sympathetically at the Tsundere student.
“Stop calling yourself trash.” Chiaki frowned.
“But…” He stopped himself as Hajime and Chiaki both folded their arms and glared at him warningly. “O-Okay… Even though I am…--”
“Say It, and you’ll be sorry.” Chiaki puffed her cheeks in annoyance.
Nagito blinked, weighing his options. “Why are you so upset about me calling myself trash? I am trash. Do you get mad at everyone for speaking the truth?”
Unfortunately as he usually does, He chose incorrectly. Chiaki threw herself at the taller student, knocking him over into the sand. She then began squeezing his sides in rapid succession, avoiding his attempts to dislodge her hands quite easily.
“W-Wahahahahait! Chihihiaki!” Nagito squealed, trying to protect his sensitive sides from her merciless wrath.
“I warned you.” She deadpanned.
“Usami, Do you think we should be worried about these students?” Nekomaru asked over Nagito’s laughter.
“I don’t think so, I think we should welcome them with open arms! Who knows what horrors they’ve seen? We should treat them with kindness and love!” She answered.
“Then that’s good enough for me!” Neko grinned.
“Yes, I think It will be nice to make some new friends!” Sonia beamed, her eyes glittering happily.
“And who knows? Maybe there’ll be some cute girls In the class…” Teruteru said slyly.
“If you make any unsavory advancements towards the new mortals, I will put a curse so vile on you that even your future spawn will be cursed!” Gundham threatened, making Teruteru immediately shut up and shrink back with fear.
“I guess It doesn’t hurt to have some new friends…” Kazuichi reluctantly agreed with Sonia, no one was surprised.
“Ibuki thinks It’s a great idea! Maybe Ibuki will meet a musician to rock out with!” Ibuki’s eyes became starry at the prospect.
“Hey guys…?” Hajime spoke up hesitantly.
“Maybe there’ll be a gamer I can play with…” Chiaki smiled, still mercilessly tickling Nagito. “Or y’know… A therapist for Nagito…”
“Whyhyhy would a-ahahaha therapist wahahahaste their tihihime on sohohomeone lihihike mehehe?” Nagito laughed.
Chiaki narrowed her eyes at the Lucky student, attacking his belly with clawed hands. “You’re just asking for It, Aren’t you? Do you enjoy being tickled, Nagi?”
“NOHOHOHO!” he squealed, trying to curl In on himself.
“M-Maybe I-It won’t be s-so bad.” Mikan said hopefully. “I’m sure they a-are nice!”
Mahiru glared at Hiyoko, sensing she was about to say something unpleasant, The blonde girl immediately shut her mouth and snuggled more into Mahiru.
“Perhaps there will be someone who is knowledgeable with swords…” Wow, even Peko seemed enthusiastic about this-- well, as enthusiastic as Peko can be.
“Ooh! Maybe there’s someone strong I can fight with!” Akane’s face lit up excitedly.
“Guys? Aren’t you the least bit worried? What If they’re just like Monokuma said…?” Hajime asked.
“What’s to be worried about? If they step outta line, We can just beat ‘em up.” Akane grinned.
“We are NOT going to beat them up!” Nekomaru argued. “There are other ways of dealing with violent students than fighting!”
Akane put her hands on her hips and looked questioningly at Neko. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
Nekomaru glanced at Kazuichi and Gundham, who both seemed to blush at his gaze. “Things…” was his vague answer.
“I’m with Hajime on this one.” Fuyuhiko spoke up, standing up. “The thought of people we can’t trust coming on to the island makes me… kind of nervous.” he admitted.
Mahiru nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I agree too.”
“I’m kind of indifferent.” Hiyoko shrugged. “Maybe they won’t be as lame as you guys… but on the other hand, I don’t want Mahiru to be afraid.”
“I-I told you I’m not afraid!” The tsundere girl stuttered.
“It’ll be okay, guys.” Chiaki said softly, her tone contradicting her ruthless tickling. “As long as we stick together, We’ll be fine.”
“YEHEHEHEAH! WHAHAT SHE SAHAHAHAID!” Nagito cackled as she squeezed his hips. “YOUHUHU GUYS ARE ULTIMAHAHATES, THERE’S NOHOHOHOTHING YOU CAHAHAN’T HANDLE!”
“You’re an Ultimate too.” Chiaki reminded, pausing her ticklish attack. “And you’re valuable. Not trash.”
Nagito giggled tiredly as he caught his breath. “But compared to you guys… I’m not all that special…”
“Neko, He still hasn’t learned.” Chiaki called over her shoulder. Nekomaru sat down next to them and cracked his knuckles.
“I got this!” He chuckled, The next moment the air was filled with Nagito’s shrieking laughter as Chiaki and Neko proceeded to destroy the man with low self esteem.
Hajime was silent as he thought about the possibilities, It just wasn’t sitting right with him. But If Chiaki could look on the bright side… Maybe he was overreacting…?
He felt a hand rest on his back, looking to his left he saw Fuyu offer a brief reassuring smile, showing that he was just as nervous as Hajime but more worried about comforting him. Hajime faintly smiled back and put his arm around Fuyu’s shoulders, pulling the Yakuza into his side.
Mahiru gently punched Hajime’s shoulder affectionately. “It’ll be okay… We just gotta stick together like Chiaki said…”
Hajime sincerely hoped she was right about this…
#Danganronpa tickle#sdr2 tickle#goodbye despair tickle#tickle story#Lee!Gundham#Lee!Kazuichi#Lee!Nagito#Ler!Nekomaru#Ler!Chiaki#chiaki is still a scary ler#but Neko is ruthless--#okay but Fuyuhiko and Hajime and Mahiru being bros at the end#they're so pure#Yes this Is going to have Kuzuhina In It bc I can't stop myself--#oh well#Chiaki Is the friend who tells you she's gonna slap you if you don't stop being so hard on yourself#except she tickles instead of slaps#I totally made a victorious reference with the timeout bit--#i'm not sorry
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45 from the I Love You prompt for Tatum X Valentina please❤
#45. “Whenever I’m with you I am real”
Book: Foreign Affairs Pairing: Tatum Mendoza x f!MC (Valentina Ferrer) Word count: 700
Valentina stares at the seared scallops on her plate, unsure if she wants to laugh bitterly or finally break down and cry. It's pathetic, though unsurprising, that being home for Rutherland's independence day festivities has her in such an emotional upheaval. Even a simple meal threatens to rip at the seams of her carefully constructed facade. In the end, she throws her napkin onto the plate with more force than necessary and strides toward the exit.
Tatum is at her side at once, easily keeping up with her furious pace. Startled staffers throw uneasy glances their way, but no one dares stop her.
It isn’t until they reach the garden they used to play in as kids, their only refuge in the estate, that Tatum reaches out to stop her. His warm, strong fingers clasp gently around her wrist, turning her insides into a buzzing swarm.
“You'd think that if Mom wanted to control everything I do, even my meals, she'd remember I hate scallops.” Valentina runs out of steam with each word until her shoulders drop in defeat. “Or that she'd bother to join me for her meticulously planned dinner.”
Tatum says nothing, his rich, soulful brown eyes studying every inch of her face.
“What do you need?” he asks quietly.
Valentina pauses, her gaze lingering a moment too long on his.
“Aunt Sonia's,” she says at last.
“A Soni’s Special?” The smile that breaks through his severe expression makes him look younger, like the boy Valentina remembers. “We haven’t done that in years.”
By the time they sit in their favorite, tattered booth at the tiny diner twenty minutes later, it is almost nightfall. The neon sign announcing "Aunt Sonia's Diner" flickers in the dusk, illuminating Tatum's quiet, amused expression as Valentina creates their favorite meals from their orders. All the meatloaf from her plate is transferred to his. All the mashed potatoes and Mac and Cheese from his plate ends up on hers, creating the most delectable mound of carbohydrates she has ever seen.
“A Soni's Special,” she announces with a flourish, scooping up a forkful of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
“I can't believe you still eat like a toddler,” Tatum comments with a chuckle.
She glares at him in mock offense.
“I'll have you know that carb loading is a very adult thing to do.”
“When you want a heart attack early in life it is.”
Valentina flings a balled up paper towel his way, which he easily evades.
“Shut up.”
“Good luck being hungry again in an hour.”
“Just eat your meatloaf, Grandpa.”
The old nickname, inspired by his old-fashioned choice of food, has Tatum fully laughing now, his handsome face alight and jovial. Valentina steals a long, indulging glance, basking in the deep sound of his mirth. He looks vastly different than the stern, unmoving bodyguard she sees everyday. Yet, she realizes, heart twisting slightly, he is the same Tatum she always knew.
Her Tatum.
He catches her staring so she adverts her eyes to her plate. Even then, she can feel the heat of his gaze burning into her skin, thrilling her. Maybe he's seeing the girl she used to be with him all those years ago.
“I missed this,” he admits quietly. “I missed the real you.”
She looks at him then, stunned at his candor. In the silence, the words hang in the charged air between them, heavy like a pendulum. His eyes, darker and bolder than she's seen them in recent days remain fixed on her, pinning her into place.
“Whenever I'm with you I am real.”
Tatum takes in her whispered confession like a breath of air.
Then, all too soon, the muscles of his throat and jaw flex as his face reflects nothing but pure agony. Instinct kicks in and all Valentina wants to do is to kiss this silent suffering away.
The loaded, sizzling moment is broken when he finally looks away.
Mercifully, the familiar notes of Elvis Presley's “Heartbreak Hotel” begin to play from the battered jukebox in the corner. This brings back a quiver to his lips and Valentina jumps at the opportunity.
“Hey, remember when I made you sing this during karaoke?”
“We swore never to talk about that, Ferrer.”
“Where I get so lonely, baby,” she sings in her best Elvis impression.
“Shut—”
“Well, I get so lonely.”
“—Up.”
“You can buy my silence with a chocolate cake milkshake.”
The smile he gives her makes her heart ache.
“Wouldn't be a Soni's Special without it.”
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50 Ways to Say “I Love You” prompts | Prompts Masterlist
A/N: Man, I always make Valentina sing lol.
Thank you @terrm9 for the prompt!
Also, excuse all the flood of these drabbles that are about to be published (I feel annoying lol). And if you read them, thank you!
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