#which is an extremely fair rule that is hard to remember in the heat of the moment

[aturinfortheworse]

i love my family, there are not "buts" here, i just adore them end of story. BUT. they have been responsible for all of the worst conversations of my life. Everyone on mum's side of the family is incapable of either being neutral or backing down from an argument, and also extremely sensitive. Everyone on dad's side of the family is a terrible communicator in really unique and hauntingly specific ways. So any time a decision has to be made which requires input from me and my brother and both our (divorced!) parents, it's like "I started crying in the middle of the phone call so I went to go make tea and my brother started playing with the cat and mum was still trying to convince me she was right and dad had to tell her he was the only one there, and that was NORMAL."

I nearly made my mother cry because I so strongly felt that the distinction between "people who RSVPd" and "people I know are coming" is important. and tbh I really feel that the people who love me just have to accept that kind of thing.

[astronomoney]

Heyo! I heard you were open for requests, so I thought if I can ask for a fluffly prompt of 18? Like Jon kent x batsis? ( I noticed this dude don't get much love at all.) Maybe it has like a tiny (big) crush on batsis, and accidentally ends up following her. But don't rush your self, I know you got alot to do. I'll wait! Ty! (This is alot of reading, sorry.)

Pairing: Jon Kent x Fem!reader

Prompts: Prompt list 18-“Care to explain why you’ve been following me for 6 blocks?” (Apparently “care to explain *inster text here*” is a common prompt theme on my list)

Summary: Jon Kent meets the one and only batsis (that’s you) and being the idiot he is, falls madly in love... naturally.

A/n: Ok so this took a while and i didn’t like where it was going for a while but after some editing i actually really like how this turned out! (Also sorry this took so long life hit me like bitch this past week) And Jon and the reader are about 15 16 ish here which makes damian 19ish. Masterlist

Word count: 1.5k it’s not a super long thing but i’m pretty pleased with that number

Code: y/n=your name

Not So Super Stelthy

Jon Kent floated in a small circle about 4 feet above the ground, trying his best not to fall asleep. He had been watching Damian watch security footage on the batcomputer for 30 minutes and he was bored out of his mind.

“What are you even looking for?” Jon asked, letting himself land and walking over to the computer.

“Proof.” Damian replied, too focused on the tape to give more than a one word answer.

“Right, of course the proof,” Jon nodded his head before pausing awkwardly.

Damian sighed and paused the video. “You have no idea what i’m talking about.”

“Nope.”

“And you’re extremely bored.”

“Yup.” Jon rocked back on his heels, dragging out the Y sound.

“Fine then, you can look around the cave but don’t touch anything. Got it?” Damin said sternly, knowing that if he didn’t give Jon something to do he'd start asking questions nonstop.

“Really! I can go explore by myself!” He exclaimed, instantly more energetic. “I promise i won’t break anything!” He called flying swiftly out of the room before Damian could change his mind.

He walked down a random hallway looking at the various souvenirs on the walls. He heard some grunting and the sound metal against metal coming from a room down the hall. He made his way toward the sound using his super hearing to try and figure out who it was.

“That was so not fair!” An unknown female voice exclaimed.

“Technically that’s not stated in the rules.” a smug voice shot back. Jon recognized it to be Tim’s but he still didn’t know who the other person was. He kept walking towards the sound until he found a large open room with weapons on the walls and mats on the floor.

In the middle of the room he saw two people holding metal bow staffs and walking around each other.

“Well it was implied.” The girl said before charging Tim. She swung at his left but he blocked and twirled the bow staff around to hit her in the side. She stumbled back but quickly regained her balance and came at him again, this time faking a hit to the right before sweeping his legs out from under him so he landed on his back. His staff rolled away and it was very clear that he had lost that fight.

“YES!” The girl cheered “I win and you owe me 20 bucks.” She boasted in a sing-song voice, reaching out her hand to help Tim up.

“Yeah yeah I get it.” Tim grabbed her hand and hoisted himself up sounding annoyed at his defeat. The girl turned around and walked towards the bench where a plastic half empty water bottle sat. That was when Jon saw her face for the first time, that was also when she noticed Jon.

“Oh hey Superboy.” She said, sounding slightly confused as to why the Metropolis hero would be in the batcave.

“Jon?” Tim asked, turning towards him. “What are you doing here?” He smiled and walked over to rest his elbow on the girl's shoulder.

“Hi sorry i didn’t mean to bother you I was just uh exploring.” Jon said, semi awkwardly. “Damian’s doing some research on the computer and I guess he didn’t want me distracting him.” He pointed sheepishly towards the room where Damian was still watching security tapes.

The girl laughed and shrugged Tims arm away. “Well definitely don’t take that personally. Damian’s not really one for conversation. I’m y/n by the way.”

He remembered Damian mentioning her here and there but he’d never met her before. “I’m Jon, but you know that already.”

She laughed again which made him smile. “Well Jon it’s nice to meet you.”

“There you are.” Damian rounded the corner. “I have the proof but we need to hurry if we’re going to get there in time.”

“You better get going before Damian pulls a kryptonite katana on you.” y/n joked waving over at the very grumpy looking teenager.

“Yeah,” Jon laughed. “Wait? Does he really have one of those?” his smile was replaced with slight concern for his own safety.

“Superboy. Let’s go.” Damian sounded impatient, although he always sounded like that.

“Sorry i’m coming.” Jon began flying over to him. “Bye y/n!” he called before turning the corner and disappearing.

“Bye Jon.” Y/n leaned on the door frame and watched him fly off, a small smile on her face.

“Umm what was that?” Tim asked a very confused look on his face.

“What was what?” she turned around

“Oh I don't know, maybe the whole ‘oh hi i’m y/n nice to meet you’ thing?”

“Ok I know you don’t talk to people very often but typically when you meet someone new you introduce yourself.”

“Well your starry eyed stare might have been a bit too much.”

“Starry eyed?” she scoffed in response “I was in no way starry eyed.”

“Uh huh sure.” He said in an over-protective-older-brother voice.

“Shut up.” y/n tossed a bow staff to Tim and got into a fighting stance with her own.

༻𖥸༺

After a mission went wrong, Damian demanded Jon train in the cave at least twice a week to make him, in Damians words “Somewhat competent on the field”. That meant Jon would spend more time in the cave and saw more of y/n.

Whenever Jon and y/n got a chance to talk it felt like they’d known each other for their whole lives. They had inside jokes and about 2/3’s of a secrets code memorized. Sometimes they would just sit next to each other, completely comfortable in the silent company. Jon’s heart started to beat faster when she was around and his cheeks would heat up when she smiled at him.

He got distracted whenever she came into the training room which resulted in a very hard kick to the stomach on more than one occasion. One day while Jon was on his way home from the manor, he spotted y/n walking swiftly across a rooftop. He hadn’t seen in the cave that day but Damian said she was at a friends house.

His exact words were “She’s at her friends house studying, now if you’re done being completely in love with my sister can we run the training again?”

Of course Jon responded by saying “I am not in love with her!” but it was clear that Damian didn’t buy that and at this point Jon wasn’t sure he believed it either.

‘What is she doing out?’ he thought while silently ducking behind a nearby billboard. Jon let her get about three rooftops away and used his super senses to keep track of her. She turned left, then left again, then right, then another left, and finally stopped on top of a random building.

Y/n turned to look at the city and let out a sigh. “You know,” she spoke softly with a hint of a smirk in her voice. “For someone with Superpowers you’re shit at staying hidden.”

‘Busted’

“How could you possibly have seen me?” Jon came out from his apparently not so good hiding place and landed a few feet away from her on the roof. “I was in super stealth mode.”

“Well darling Jon i was raised by Batman. Noticing things is kinda, well my thing.” She laughed. “Now, care to explain why you’ve been following me for 6 blocks?”

“W-well i have a perfectly reasonable explanation for that and it is because,” he said slowly trying to come up with a good excuse as to why he’d been following her. The truth was he didn’t know why he’d followed her. Although he had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with his not so small crush.

“It’s because- Hey wait a second you’re not even supposed to be out here.” Jon cut himself off by changing the subject. “Didn’t Batman like, ban you from being a crime fighter?”

“What Batman doesn't know won’t hurt him.” She walked over to him so they were now about 2 feet apart.

“He’s Batman! He knows everything!” Jon exclaimed as if it was obvious.

“Well i’m not going to tell him.” She paused leaning closer to Jon so they were mere inches away from each other. His heart speed up and he felt his cheeks turn pink from how close they were. “Are you going to tell him?”

“N-no?” It sounded more like a question then an answer but it was good enough for y/n.

“Great!” She leaned away again, her smile returning. “Now that i’ve confirmed you won’t be snitching on me, we can go get some food. I am starving and there’s a great taco truck just around the corner that makes the best nachos. That is if you want to?”

“Want to? Yeah i’d love to!” He smiled happily at the idea.

“Perfect, then it’s a date.”

[127-mile]

Beautiful disaster.

Pairing: Doyoung x gender neutral reader. 

Genre: College, roommates, “friends” to lovers | Fluff, angst. 

Warnings: Non-explicit mention of alcohol consumption and vomit, mention of a one night stand, strong language. 

Plot: Doyoung decided to live with you after being kicked out by his roommate. In your small, one bed, apartment. 

Prompt: You’re so beautiful, you know that? 

Word count: +3.3k. 

A/N: This is part of the Quarter of life shenanigans collab hosted by @ncteaxhoe​.

"What the hell are you doing here, Doyoung?"

Doyoung is sitting in the hallway with his back against the wall next to the door to your apartment, but what is the most worrying is the number of suitcases surrounding him. He looks up when he hears your voice, and he smiles as he stands up, dusting his pants off. "I'm moving in with you!" he exclaims and you shake your head as you stick your key in the lock. "I don't think so. Have you seen the size of my apartment? If it's too small for me, it will be too small for the both of us."

"We can make it work, that's okay." he waits for you to open the door, but you do not make a move, you refuse to have him inside with all of his suitcases. You're not even sure to have enough space to store them. "Why, by the way? Weren't you living with Taeyong?" he shrugs his shoulders, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "He kicked me out of the apartment this morning." of course he did. Doyoung is insufferable, and you wonder why he didn't do it sooner. "You'll have to contact the dean to find you a dorm room or something."

"Why live in a tiny room when I have a best friend ready to put me in until the end of the school year!" he explains and you let out a long sigh. "I'm not your best friend. We're not even friends." he puts a hand on his heart, a falsely offended look on his face. What an idiot. "Of course we're friends! We got drunk together, and you saw me and laughed at me when I threw up on Johnny's bed, so that makes us friends. Very close friends. And friends are supposed to help each other in case of need."

"I can't do anything for you, sorry." you enter your apartment, and you close the door in front of Doyoung's face and you hear him whine, which makes you roll your eyes. You put your backpack on your bed, which is, moreover, the only bed in the apartment. A bed that doubles as a sofa, a desk, and sometimes even a dining table, but you're not a fan of the latter option, you prefer to eat on the floor. You turn your head when you hear noise in the hallway, and when you think Doyoung has understood and is leaving, you notice that he is singing. Very loudly.

You open the door quickly and you meet his gaze. "What are you doing? I have neighbors, and I don't want to see the police show up!" he smirks, he knows he won the second you open the door wide, and push yourself to let him through. "You're not going to be able to fit all of your suitcases inside, so you're going to have to decide what to keep, and what to throw away." you mumble and he nods like an excited child. What the hell did you just do, you wonder when you see him sit on the floor to open his suitcases. He pulls out clothes, books, cds, notebooks and you really don't have a clue where he intends to store it all.

You sit on your bed, and pull your laptop out of your bag. Doyoung is going to be outside for quite a while, so you might as well take care of your next essay until he's done. And oddly, it doesn't take him that long, because soon he's standing in front of your bed, his brow furrowed. "Where is my bed?" he asks and you point to the ground with your finger. "Right here, and if you're nice, you'll even get a blanket and a pillow."

"What?" he asks in a way that is too dramatic to be taken seriously. "You expected me to give you my bed? It won't happen, and I don't have a sofa, so it's either you sleep on the floor, or find yourself somewhere else to go." he nibbles on his lower lip, and you tilt your head to the side. You would like to be in his head, to know what he is thinking about. "It's okay, you have a big bed, I'm going to sleep with you." oh my god, it couldn't be worse. "And as for my extra things, I'm going to ask Taeil to lend me his car, and I'll take it all to my parents."

"Your parents? Why don't you go to your parents? You'll get your own room, quality meals, and no rent to pay!" well now that you think about it you're not unhappy to not be in his head, because it must be a mess if he prefers to sleep here rather than at his parents. "My older brother had a baby girl, and he and his girlfriend moved back in with my parents so they could take care of her when they are working, I won't be able sleep." of course he has an answer for everything.

"Don't worry, you won't even notice I'm here." you doubt it very much.

And you were right to doubt it, because Doyoung is very hard to miss, or to ignore for that matter.

Okay, he's clean, and he does the dishes after every meal, but he takes up a lot of space. When he is studying, he sprawls out on the bed, and on the floor, which leaves you very little room to do your homework. And worst of all, he takes all the hot water when he is showering. You warned him that the hot water tank was small, and that it would not hold for two people, and yet that did not prevent him from taking twenty-minute showers during which he does nothing other than singing. You've already received several complaints from your neighbor, and it's embarrassing.

He always finds a way to wake up before you and steal your place in the shower, but today you decided it would be different.

When you turn your head, Doyoung is still asleep, and it's a shame that he looks like an angel when he sleeps, because he's clearly the devil himself. His chest rises and falls in the steady rhythm of his breathing, and for a minute, you even wonder if you shouldn't be lying in bed for a little longer, to stare at him. It's strange, but it's pleasant, it's relaxing.

No, you can't let his angelic face make you change your mind, so you straighten up, being careful not to make too big movements that might wake him up, and when you look at your phone which is resting on the bedside table, you notice there are 30 minutes left before Doyoung's alarm goes off. This gives you plenty of time to empty the hot water tank yourself. Perfect.

On your tiptoes, you walk to the bathroom. You undress, and you step into the shower. You almost scream when the spray of cold water hits your body, but it heats up pretty quickly, thank goodness. You've barely been under the hot water for less than five minutes when the glass door opens, and your gaze lands on Doyoung. Doyoung who is very much naked. "What are you fucking doing?" you ask, surprise and he shrugs. "You're not the only one who needs hot water."

"It's no fair! You have hot water every morning, and I have to make do with a cold shower. You can't change the rules, let me enjoy it, please!" he shakes his head, and you feel his chest press against your back so that he too can enjoy the hot water. You roll your eyes because you've come to realize that it's impossible to make him change his mind when he has an idea, and that he's extremely stubborn. Just your luck.

"Could you give me the bottle of shampoo?" he asks and you sigh handing him the bottle that he takes with a weak thank you. You feel him moving against you, and it gets hard to ignore the fact that he's completely naked, but that doesn't seem to bother him, and you wonder if he was doing the same with Taeyong. You'll remember to ask him someday.

When you finish washing, the water starts to cool and you shake your head when you get out of the shower. You grab your towel that you wrap around your body and you hold out Doyoung's. "See, it wasn't that hard! We should do it every morning. Hot water for both of us, and we'll save a lot of money on the bill." no one had ever used the water bill as an excuse to lure you into the shower with them, but that's okay. You laugh softly. "At one condition." you say turning on your heels to look at him. "We shower at 7:30 am. I don't get up at 6:00 am every morning for a shower."

"It's fine by me." he brushes against you to get out of the bathroom, and you see his smirk. If only you could make him swallow his stupid smile, you would do it without a second thought.

"Taeil isn't in town, so he gave me his car. Do you want me to drive you to uni?" he asks when you're about to leave, bag hanging from your right shoulder, and you nod your head. "Yeah, that would be nice." the distance between your apartment and the university is not huge, but it's nice to not have to walk, to not have to pass other students that could use the opportunity to talk to you when you are not up enough to be social.

Doyoung pulls into the university parking lot, and gets out of the car. You follow him closely with a sigh, you really don't want to waste the next three hours in a crowded auditorium, but alas. "Oh, by the way. I'll be staying at the library tonight, so take the keys." you throw the keys over the car, and he grabs them without a hitch. "Are you planning to study late?" you shrug your shoulders, you don't plan that kind of thing. The library is the kind of place where you know when you're going in, but don't know when you're going out. "Maybe, I do not know."

"Message me when you're ready to go, I'll pick you up, I don't want you to walk alone when it's dark." you roll your eyes. "It's not like I've never done it before." you walk to the building, and you can't help but smile, it's really sweet of him. Maybe the devil has a soft spot for you, who knows.

As promised, Doyoung is waiting in the car when you get out of the library. And he didn't come empty-handed, he has hot coffee and a croissant for you. Yes, the devil definitely has a thing for you.

After all, living with Doyoung isn't horrible.

Okay, the apartment is way too small, but it seems that the lack of space is being billed with an obvious rapprochement between the two of you. Doyoung behaves like the devil most of the time, mostly when he's with his friends, but when he's with you, it's like a switch turns on, and he becomes the angel he looks and sounds like. Not only does he clean, but he cooks too, and you have discovered that he is an amazing cook. And the more time goes by, the more you wonder why Taeyong threw him out.

And you decide that this morning is the perfect time to ask him.

Your classes were canceled for a reason you know nothing about, a reason you didn't read when you got the email this morning. You only had to read the word "cancellation" to quit the app and go back to bed, but of course Doyoung decided otherwise. After a shower taken together, you settled on the floor while waiting for Doyoung to finish getting ready for his day. What he does besides in front of you, and it is well in spite of you that your gaze follows the slightest movements of his body. Can we blame you? You are only human after all. And Doyoung is extremely attractive.

"I never asked you, but why did Taeyong throw you out?" he turns to face you, tilting his head, and you regret asking the question because he is shirtless, and you want nothing more than to run your fingers on his chest, and on his toned stomach. "I may have slept with his crush." Oh.

So he is that kind of guy.

"In my defense, I didn't know who they were! I didn't know Taeyong had a crush on someone, if I had known I would never have hit on them at the party we threw for his birthday." you hum, but you're not sure you believe any of it. "So when Taeyong woke up, and saw us in my bed, he told me to get the hell out and to not come back."

"I see." you pick up your phone, mostly to avoid looking at Doyoung, and to avoid thinking about the unpleasant feeling that has settled deep in the pit of your stomach. You don't want to think about it, you don't want to think about what it means. "You should hurry, you're going to be late." if Doyoung notices a change in the intonation of your voice, he doesn't say anything, he finishes getting ready and he leaves the apartment.

The hour after Doyoung left, the apartment became silent again, and it's strange. You're no longer used to having a quiet apartment, not hearing the sound of Doyoung's keyboard keys, or even hearing him sing whenever he gets the chance. But you don't want to see him right now, which makes the situation a little more complicated. So you do the only thing that seems resonable to you to forget everything: you take a nap.

And when you wake up, the first thing you see is Doyoung. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you. "You are so beautiful, do you know that?" you rub your eyes with the palm of your hand and straighten up with your back against the headboard. "Don't say that, Doyoung." you answer in a whisper and he shakes his head. "You do not believe me?"

"Is that what you said to Taeyong's crush to put them in your bed?" you ask and he frowns as he gets up. "What are you talking about?" you sigh, you just woke up, and you have a headache, you don't want to bother with this conversation, but he doesn't seem to want to end it . "You slept with them, you knew who they were, so you probably said something like that."

"Wait, you didn't believe me when I told you that I didn't know about their connection to Taeyong?" you shake your head. After all, why would you believe him? You don't know Doyoung that well, you've never spent time with him outside the apartment or the library. You don't know what he was like when he was living with Taeyong, so he shouldn't blame you for not believing him. "I have no reason to believe you, maybe you're just trying to put me in your bed, who knows."

He bites his lower lip, crossing his arms over his chest. "If I knew I was going to be accused of something I didn't do, I wouldn't have come here." you scoff as you lift your head to meet his gaze. "No one asked you to come here, Doyoung! You came of your own free will, without letting me know, don't act like you've been invited to live with me. You don't get to be offended by this situation."

"I can not believe it." he sighs, and he turns on his heels. Of course, it doesn't make you happy to hear the front door slam behind Doyoung but it's for the best, right? It's best to know who he really is before you fall in love with him even more.

Maybe he wasn't lying, and you'll regret everything later, but it's for everyone's good. It is for the sake of your heart that you must protect at all costs. Right?

Doyoung didn't come home that night, and even though you did this, you pushed this on yourself, you stayed awake until the wee hour of the morning, wondering if he was okay, how he was feeling. You hate yourself, especially when you grab your phone to dial Doyoung's number. Maybe that's what you needed, some time to think about it. You didn't give him the time to explain himself, even though he didn't even have to explain himself, it's his life, not yours.

"Doyoung, please, come home."

When Doyoung comes home, you have barely fallen asleep, but the sound of the door is enough to wake you up. You turn your head when you hear the sound of footsteps and when your eyes meet Doyoung's, you pout. Doyoung looks exhausted, and you wonder where he spent the night, but like every time he picks you up from the library when it's dark, he's not empty handed. He holds a bouquet of flowers which he hands you. "I am sorry."

You shake your head as you get up, putting the flowers on the bed to put your hands on his cheeks. He leans into the touch, and you almost feel like cooing. "You don't have to be sorry, I should be. I accused you, and I didn't give you time to defend yourself. Hell, I shouldn't even had blamed you in the first place when I wasn't around to see what really happened." you speak quickly, and Doyoung chuckles.

"Breathe, everything is fine." he says in a soft voice, and you want to melt in his embrace. "You forgive me?" you ask in a small voice and he shrugs his shoulders. "It depends. Do you agree to go on a date with me?" you roll your eyes, why aren't you even surprised? "I could tell you yes, if you promise not to sleep with my crush, but it would be pretty hard since it's you. So yes, I would love it."

You've seen Doyoung smile before, but his smile has never been brighter, and his eyes, you don't have enough words to describe the emotions you can read inside them. "Can I kiss you?" it's your turn to shrug, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. "I guess." he leans over and kisses you softly. It's nothing but a chaste kiss, but it's enough for you.

It's not what you would have thought was going to happen when he left the apartment last night, or even when he decided to move in, but you're definitely not mad about it.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Kanato Route ー Chapter 2

ー The scene starts on the Carnival’s venue

Yui: ( We’ve returned to the street from earlier. Kanato-kun’s still holding my hand but... )

Say, where are we going next?

Kanato: You really are such a troublesome person. We will eventually get there if you just keep walking.

Yui: Uu...But I’m curious as to where we’re headed.

Kanato: I see. ...In that case, I’ll tell you.

We’re currently headed towards the dress shop ‘Riz à l'impératrice’. 

Yui: Eh? A dress shop?

( I wonder why Kanato-kun would want to go to a dress shop...? )

Say, is there anything you need from there?

Kanato: ...It’s your fault.

Yui: Eh?

Kanato: You get mistaken for a servant because you walk around in rags!

Yui: ...!

Kanato: Can’t you tell by looking around? Your outfit is strange.

Yui: ( Now that he mentions it, my clothes might stand out a little here... )

Kanato: I wouldn’t have had a problem with you wearing those if you hadn’t been mistaken for a servant.

However, this just won’t do!

For one, you are to blame here for giving off such a vibe...So why would you say that?

Yui: ...S-Sorry.

Kanato: If you want to walk by my side, I have to ensure you look the part too.

Yui: ( I don’t really understand, but I’m sure this is just Kanato-kun’s way of looking out for me, right? )

Thank you, Kanato-kun.

Kanato: Hmph...We’re here. This is the place.

ー They enter the dress shop

Yui: ( This is...It’s actually a dress shop. )

( Instead of regular clothes, they have a bunch of formal wear lined up. Every single piece looks extremely luxurious. )

( However, I wonder if there’s something that will fit me at such a wonderful store? )

Kanato: ...Is nobody around?

Dress shop Madam: Fufu...Welcome. I am glad to meet such adorable customers.

Yui: Wah...G-Good evening!

( That startled me...She appeared out of nowhere after all. )

( But...What a lovely dress. I wonder if it’s a piece she made herself? It fits her like a glove... )

Dress shop Madam: Well then...Have you come to choose a dress for this cute little lady over here?

Oh dear, are you...a human?

Kanato: She’s my human luggage.

Yui: K-Kanato-kun...

Dress shop Madam: Right. If she belongs to you, I shall welcome her to my store. Of course, a regular human I would kindly ask to leave.

Kanato: Please prepare some clothes to ensure I won’t have to feel embarrassed to have her walk by my side.

Dress shop Madam: Understood. Well then...Would you please give me a better look at your face?

Yui: Eh? ...Y-Yes...!

Dress shop Madam: You have very cute facial features. Your figure (1) as well...Fufufu, not bad. 

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( She’s kind of touching me all over...It’s a little embarrassing, even if she’s a woman. )

Dress shop Madam: Thank you. All preparations are done now.

With my dresses, the person who wears it does not choose the dress, but the other way around.

Yui: Eh?

Dress shop Madam: Therefore, could you please give them some time?

I am sure that the dresses are currently amidst a heated discussion, wishing to be worn by you!

Kanato: Fufu...Good for you, Yui-san.

Ah, however, they might actually be quarreling because none of them want to be put on by you.

Say, Teddy? What should we do if we can’t find an outfit for her to wear here...?

Her current look is a crime to the eyes, so should we just have her walk around naked instead? Fufu, that might not be too bad of an idea...

Yui: ( What if I don’t get chosen...? )

*Rustle rustle*

Dress shop Madam: Oh dear? I am being summoned, it seems.

Fufu, I suppose you won’t have to walk around naked.

Well then, let me bring you a dress that will fit you perfectly.

Yui: ...Yes, please.

( ...Thank god... )

( I wonder which kind of dress chose me...? I’m a little excited. )

( Dresses just are something I’ve always idolized. I wonder what kind would be nice? )

Selection

→  A princess line dress (☾)

Yui: In the end, nothing’s quite as cute as a flowy princess-like dress, don’t you think?

Kanato: A princess? You?

Yui: ( Eh? I said that out loud...? )

Kanato: Well, it would depend on the type of princess...How about Rapunzel?

Yui: Eh...Why?

Kanato: Bound to my side forever, you get to spend the night simply living true to your desires...Don’t you think that sounds wonderful?

( Did the story really go like that...? )

→  A short dress

Yui: Classical style dresses are nice too, but I wouldn’t be upset with a shorter one either.

( It gives off more of a casual vibe, but they’re easy to walk around in and they’re cute. )

Kanato: You really have no class, wanting to flaunt your own body like that.

Yui: T-That isn’t exactly my intention though...

Kanato: That’s a lie, isn’t it? To think you’re actually out here wishing one of the short dresses chose you, how repulsive.

Seems like you have already forgotten that this is the Demon World, so you are surrounded by Vampires.

Yui: ( That wasn’t what I meant. )

Yui: ( I wonder what kind of dress it’ll be? I’m a little nervous... )

ー The shop lady returns

Dress shop Madam: Well then, this is the dress which chose you.

Yui: ...!

Kanato: Heeh...Not bad. It’s pitch-black, reminiscent of the dark...

I have taken a liking to it. Let’s take this one. You don’t mind, do you? Yui.

Yui: Yeah...

Dress shop Madam: Oh my, I’m glad it is to your liking.

However, having the customer try on the dress is a set rule at this establishment. Well then, please follow me to the fitting rooms?

ー She escorts Yui to the fitting rooms

Dress shop Madam: Well then, why don’t you try and have a nice chat with the dress? Fufu...You can take your time, okay?

Yui: Yes...Thank you very much.

ー Yui enters the fitting room

Yui: ( I wonder if it’s really okay for someone like me to put on such a beautiful dress? )

( However, I was chosen, so it’d be rude not to put it on, right? )

( Wait, this...How do I wear it? )

( Is this a corset? Also, a hoop skirt...Uu, can I really put this on by myself? )

( I guess I should give it a shot. )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( I-I somehow managed to put on the underclothes but... )

( It’s tight around my waist and hard to move around in since I’m not used it. )

( Okay, now I just need to put the dress on top... )

Kanato: How much longer will you keep me waiting!!?

Yui: !?

Kanato: I tell you all the time just how much I hate waiting, no?

Yet...You have the nerve to make me wait this long just to put on one simple outfit...

Yui: I’m sorry, I’m almost done!

( Right. It’ll be complete once I put on this dress. ...There we go. )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( Now I just have to zip it up in the back...Huh...I can’t reach it? )

( Oh no. But it’d be bad if I force my body to turn and rip up the fabric. )

( I could ask someone...Right, perhaps the lady from earlier would be willing to help? )

Say, Kanato-kun?

I’d like some help with the zipper in the back so could you call over the person from earlier?

Kanato: Haah? ...Why are you treating me as your little errand boy now?

Please do that yourself.

Yui: But...

Kanato: But, what?

Please don’t try and make excuses. Just how stupid are you that you can’t even put on a single dress yourself?

Furthermore, you are giving someone other than me the honor of seeing you in it first?

Yui: Kanato-kun, you’re wrong. I really can’t...

Kanato: Fufu...I understand. Well then, I shall check whether you are lying or not.

Yui: ( Eh...? )

��� Kanato enters the room

Yui: Kyaah! K-Kanato-kun!!

Kanato: Hm. So you actually couldn’t zip it up.

...A klutz on top of being a dimwit. You truly are hopeless, aren’t you?

Yui: But...

Kanato: Fufu...Are you that embarrassed?

Yui: Of course I am...! You...You just barged in while I was in the middle of changing!

Kanato: Heeh...? You are rather rude, considering I was going to show my good heart and help you out.

Come on, turn your back this way please.

Yui: T-Thank you...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( That being said, it really is embarrassing... )

Uhm, Kanato-kun? It still is embarrassing, so could you call the shop la...

Kanato: ...could you?

Yui: Eh?

Kanato: How could you...? I’m actually willing to lend someone like you a helping hand.

Yet, you’re trying to chase me out...You truly are a horrible person!

Yui: Kanato-kun, calm down...!

Kanato: Shut up!!!

Having to listen to you is already bad enough, yet you have the nerve to say such a thing to me!

Please apologize...!

Yui: Uu...I’m sorry.

However, it’s not that I dislike it, it’s just embarrassing so...

Kanato: You reject me out of shame?

I will not let that slide...!!

Yui: ( Uu...What should I do? )

Kanato: But well, I suppose it’s fine. I’ll forgive you this once.

Yui: Really?

Kanato: Yes, however, in return, I won’t let you get away without giving me a proper thank-you in return.

Yui: A thank-you...?

Kanato: Exactly. I zipped up the back of your dress, remember?

I lent you a hand...

Come on, turn this way.

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyaah!!

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Fufu...I wonder if it’s because you’re clad in black, but your skin looks even more fair than usual.

Delicious...Nn...Nn...

Yui: !!

( No way...Right here... )

Kanato: Aah...Blood is oozing out, you look so very cute...

Nn...Phew...Nn...

Come on, I’ll suck your blood...From this side too.

Phew...Hah...Nn.

Fufu, you’re scrumptious, Yui-san.

Even though you’re simply wearing another set of clothes, you almost seem like a different person.

Well...I guess you could say the dress suits you?

A hint of red mixed in...with the contrasting white and black, makes for a very pretty sight.

Yui: Kanato-kun...Please, no more...

Kanato: Heeh, is this all you’ve got to offer me as a reward?

Yui: That’s not...But...!

Kanato: Nn...Hah...Ah...

Then, please let me have some more. Fufu...Okay?

Yui: Ah...

Kanato: Nn...Fufu, it’s sweet. Are you turned on, perhaps?

Yui: No way...I’m not.

Kanato: But your blood is sweeter and more delicious than usual...Would you like a little lick too?

Yui: Eh? ...Nn...

Kanato: Nn...

Yui: ( The kiss...tastes of blood... )

Kanato: Fufu...I tried dyeing your lips a bright crimson too but...It really would be a waste of good blood after all...

Nn...Fufu...

Well then, please let me suck a little longer...Nn...

Yui: ( I can’t believe we’re doing this in the fitting rooms... )

( But...I can’t fight back... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー They return from the fitting rooms

Yui: ( We finally made it out...I was only supposed to try on the dress... )

( But... )

Kanato: Fufu...

Yui: ( I guess the fact it improved Kanato-kun’s mood is the only saving grace. )

Dress shop Madam: Oh dear, you made it. (3) So...How was it?

Yui: Eh...?

Dress shop Madam: Fufu, your impressions. Would you mind telling me how you enjoyed your lenghty ‘encounter' in there?

Yui: That’s...!

( Could it be, she realized Kanato-kun sucked my blood...!? )

Kanato: Yui-san? What’s wrong?

Yui: I mean...

Kanato: ...Fufu. Why do you seem so embarrassed?

Yui: You know, I thought that maybe she heard what we did in there.

Kanato: Fufu. You truly are meek when it comes to pleasure, aren’t you?

While I don’t dislike the fact you are completely enraptured by me... 

If you keep on making an absolute fool out of yourself with those reactions, it troubles me as well.

Yui: ( Eh? )

Kanato: ...While I hate to admit this, I thought you looked rather nice in that dress.

Especially that dark black hue...I usually don’t exactly picture you in that color.

I’m glad we chose this store.

Dress shop Madam: Oh my, you sure know how to flatter someone? Thank you.

Kanato: Come on, you should tell her your impressions as well.

Yui: Ah...Uhm, I liked it a lot!

Dress shop Madam: I’m glad about that. I’m sure the dress must be happy as well.

Kanato: You are rather lewd, huh.

Yui: !!

Kanato: Why is your face flushed bright red?

Fufu...Did you recall my fangs, perhaps?

Yui: ( Uu... )

Kanato: You truly are such an embarrassing girl.

Madam, we’ll take this dress please. Can you have it delivered to my room?

Dress shop Madam: Understood. Thank you very much.

Yui: Eh? You can’t!

Kanato: Why not?

Yui: I mean, I can’t accept such an expensive-looking dress...

Kanato: I’m saying it’s fine, so there’s no problem.

Yui: But...

( Hm...I feel bad... )

( Ah, speaking of which, how will we pay for it? )

Uhm, Kanato-kun?

Kanato: You better not be thinking of spouting some unnecessary nonsense again, I hope?

Yui: ...

( ...I’ll just keep quiet. )

Kanato: ...This took longer than I expected. Let’s return to the castle, Yui-san.

Yui: Y-Yeah...!

( Haah...Somehow too much happened, I’m feeling beat. )

( However, the mystery of the ‘Queen of the Carnival’ hasn’t been solved yet...So I wonder what’s still in store for me? )

Kanato: Well then, let’s go, Teddy. ...Huh...?

Say, where are you hiding? It’s time to go? Teddy?

Yui: Teddy...?

( Huh? Now that you mention it, Teddy’s gone. )

( Kanato-kun was holding him in his arms when we entered the shop though... )

( Where could he have run off to? )

Kanato: Where are you, Teddy!?

Dress shop Madam: Oh dear. I saw him leave the store by himself?

Yui: Eh? 

( Teddy went outside on his own...!? )

Kanato: That makes no sense!

Dress shop Madam: But I saw it with my very own eyes. He turned around for a second, but then continued walking away.

Kanato: No way...Teddy would never...just disappear on me...

Dress shop Madam: It happened mere minutes ago, so if you chase after him right away, you might still be able to catch up to him.

If I recall correctly, he went to the left after leaving the store...

Yui: ( But this is the Demon World, so anything could happen. )

( Either way, we have to look for him! )

Kanato: I can’t believe Teddy has vanished...Uu...Sniffle...

Yui: Kanato-kun, don’t cry. I’ll search with you, okay...?

Kanato: ...Hic. Teddy...

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) The word スタイル or ‘style’ does come from English, but it refers more to someone’s body shape/figure, rather than your actual fashion/clothing style.

(2) A princess line dress is a fitted, long dress which has long seams to create a nice shape. 

(3) お疲れ様 or ‘otsukare-sama’ is such a basic phrase, but also one I find extremely difficult to translate at times. It can mean ‘thank you (for the hard work)’ or ‘that’s enough for today’, but also implies that something might have been ‘rough’. In this case, I do believe the shop owner is lowkey referring to the fact Yui just had her blood sucked. :p

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 1

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 3]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ REIJI]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ LAITO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ KOU]

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If All Else Fails Just Play Dead

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Obiyuki AU Bingo 2021 Swan Princess AU

There is a boy in her house.

Two boys, actually; not counting Uncle, who is the Margrave Entaepode, or Papa, who acts like he is, or Raj, who everyone simply tolerates because there are worse things than having the first prince adopt your heir as their particular friend, and all of them start with denying said prince what he wants.

(And also because when he’s not trying to flex all his royal powers at once, Raj can be almost tolerable. He at least believes in magic, which gives him a leg up over just about every other boy Shirayuki has known, save for uncle, even if he doesn’t know any himself.)

Sakaki is also not to be counted, though she feels bad about it, on account of how often she typically forgets that Sakaki is a boy and not just some boy-shaped furniture Raj travels with, like how he always brings his pillow and his favorite chair. She’ll have to remember to bring him some extra pastries from the kitchen as an apology.

No, these are two entirely foreign boys, shipped straight from the court of the King Who Isn’t, as her father calls him-- though not within his mother’s hearing. Shirayuki is resigned to make the best of it; Uncle asks for so little, and she is the Lady of the Manor, even if she only comes by the title from a lack of older women to fill it. If she must, she can entertain their guests, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it, not one bit at all.

A shelf rattles, jostling the books on their bindings. Shirayuki’s fingers nearly dint a page as she turns it, but she does not look up. To look up would be to give in, and even if she is charged with entertaining, she does not need to be the entertainment.

It rattles again, now with two giggles to accompany it. Excellent. It seems both her troubles are accounted for.

With a sigh, she collects herself. This is what is fair, after all. It is her duty to see after Entaepode’s guests, and Papa is already taking on the brunt of the Her Majesty’s needs, as well as the marquis’ that travels with her. Not that she would have minded if he wanted to switch; Queen Haruto at least seemed like the sort to enjoy a quiet afternoon in the library.

A leg swings over the top of the shelf, long and skinny and ending in a particularly scuffed boot.

Very much, Shirayuki thinks, slapping her book shut on the table, unlike her son and his companion. 

“You’re not supposed to do that.” She means to be mild, but each sound falls so waspish from her lips that it could sting. Oh, Uncle will be displeased when he finds out she was rude to their esteemed guests. “It harms the books.”

A sly, cat’s grin shines down on her as a second leg follows the first. “We’re just on the shelves.” Obi twitches his shoulders in a lazy excuse for a shrug. “It’s not like we’re ripping out pages.”

Of the three of them, he’s older-- oh, well, both boys are older than her, but he’s oldest. Only a few years shy of being a man in his own right; the sort of older that’s supposed to know better. Not that he looks it-- Obi’s supposed to be thirteen, but he’s barely an inch taller than Prince Zen, showing none of the stretch in his limbs that boys his age should before they come into their growth.

His feet dangle, just at the level of her nose, and uncharitable irritation itches in her thoughts. Maybe he’ll be one of those boys who’s small forever, a man in a child’s body. The sort of boy she’ll be looking down on instead of up at, should she get Papa’s height, or Uncle’s.

“The shelves are where the books live,” she tells him officiously, fists high on her hips. “And if you knock it over, then you might hurt your spine, or worse, one of theirs! Or even worse,” she adds with no little horror, “you might tear out a page!”

He blinks, those wide, gold eyes flashing like candlelight. “Huh.”

She conjures up Uncle at his most imperious as she says, “This isn’t a training yard.”

“How would you know?” The shelf wobbles, and a pale white mop heaves itself over it. The second Prince of Clarines is pinch-faced, like he’s always just finished sucking on a lemon, and pale as an invalid. She could believe he was bedridden, from the way he keeps waiting to be served. “It’s not like you’ve ever been on one.”

A breath hisses between her teeth. It’s not from lack of trying, she wants to say; her last birthday, Papa has trousers sewn for her, plus a shirt and waist. He’d promised her a sword, even traipsed her through the halls to the yard, but Uncle had been waiting right at the gate, mouth drawn to a forbidding line.

What are you thinking, Mukaze? She’d heard him growl, her ear pressed tight to the study door. My own heir, and you put a blade in her hand.

If she were a boy, you’d have thought I’d done it too late, Papa had replied, easy as always, the way that would drive Uncle mad. I don’t see the harm--

Of course you don’t. Uncle had never sounded so cold, so bitter as he did in that moment. You never do.”

Her stomach twists, slithering around like a nest full of snakes, only getting more knotted, more sick as she thinks about it. Uncle and Papa were close as brothers, surely--

Surely, she shouldn’t be worrying about this at all.

“Why are you wearing all that black?” she snips instead, ignoring the heat that licks up her neck. “It’s summer.”

It’s not doing him any favors either; all that thick velvet just makes his limbs skinny and his face more drawn, like he’s a skeleton rather than a boy.

The prince stills, legs no longer kicking, lips no longer flapping; just a steady, slow rise and fall of his chest. Obi-- a study of constant motion-- doesn’t even do that; instead he sits, utterly immovable, and stares.

With a voice chilled with the winter he’s never felt, His Highness finally says, “My father died.”

She’d known that, she had. His Majesty died a year ago, her Uncle even told her, their legs pressed tight on his study’s sofa. She liked doing that, lining bone to bone, like they might one day be a matching set, margrave and heir both. Another pair of shoulders to carry the burden of rule, after so many years of an absent, broader pair.

Her Majesty has ever been a bosom companion to this family, he’d continued, a strange tightness to his voice. Now that her mourning is over, she is bringing her youngest son to visit. I’m sure your father would be pleased if you became...as close as they.

So much for that. Uncle would be so disappointed-- not only had she scolded the prince, but she’d insulted him too, and--

And he had started it. Her mouth settles into a thin line, so like Uncle’s.

“So did my mother.” So long ago that she is barely more than a song and a scent. Still, there is no ceding ground, not to Prince Zen; every inch she gives him yields a mile, and he considers it his due. “And you don’t see me walking around in velvet during high summer.”

The prince’s skin is pale as moonlight, the envy of every maid in the manor, but it flushes an angry red now, his body trembling to contain him. “My father, he sputters, leaping off the shelf, “is more important than your stupid mother ever will be.”

Papa praises her for her even-temper. Just like your mother, he laughs, not as boldly as he is wont. You never let anything under your skin. Not like me. Though all our impulse certainly bred true.

Anger, Uncle would say in his soothing voice, every syllable measured, makes a man a fool. You would do well to eschew it if you can, my little girl.

So it is not that Shirayuki is angry; oh no, she is incandescent.

Her finger curl, carving pitted crescents in her palms. For once she is glad that magic is consigned to history books and scholars in their towers, for if she could but call fire to her fingertips, this whole library would be alight. Her mother may be more sense than solid to her, but there is not a stone here she has not touched, and--

Well, Uncle is right, but Shirayuki is content to be stupid.

“Maybe so,” she says, so calm, so even, just as Uncle might. “But at least people liked her.”

For a moment, Prince Zen looms, every line trembling, and she is convinced that he will raise a hand to her, that he will truly treat her as her father’s mouth has earned her. But instead he spins on his heel, stalking out of the library with naught a word.

Wrath leaves her at once, a spirit exorcised from her chest, and oh, she’s dizzy with the lack. Her hand reaches out, meaning to grab for the chair--

But another hand grabs it instead. Shirayuki had never noticed at what a patrician angle Obi’s nose sat, not until he stares down it at her, his face a smooth bronze mask.

“That,” he says, finally sounding his age, “was badly done.”

Had her father sat her down after that terrible, disastrous morning, and told her that one day she would consent to marry the prince, Shirayuki would have--

Well, she would have done something Uncle wouldn’t approve of, surely. And she had, when Papa sat her down not too long after the queen’s carriage disappeared into the horizon, and told her that their union had been agreed upon, dowry and all. But to think she would ever want to, that she herself would gladly make the plans-- impossible.

If only it had stayed that way. If only she had remembered why she’d waved him off at arm’s length every summer, why she’d tossed him in the pond when he tried to kiss her at fifteen and told him he’d have better luck finding a princess of his own species in there. At least then she might be able to scuttle this whole wedding, instead of having Papa and Haruto cluck at her pitifully when she asks, telling her that it would all work out eventually.

After all, hadn’t she loved him just last night?

Shirayuki huffs, rolling to her side. She’s no longer livid, which is an improvement; last night she’d thought quite long and extremely hard about how many tapestries she would need to tear from the walls to get a good, solid bonfire to catch and burn Wistal palace to its very stones. Once she started considering where the custodians might keep turpentine, or whether she could wheedle the key to the cellars out of the chatelaine, she’d forced herself to lay down. Few things had ever made her so angry that they couldn’t be solved by a good night’s rest.

Wrath and rage has cooled, but not to her usual levelheaded calm, the answer filling her with vim and vigor and a dangerous determination. Oh no, instead her fine barrel of fury has turned to melancholy, and with each minute that ticks by, she drinks a deeper draught.

Is beauty all that matters to you?

Even now her breath catches at the roiling confusion in Zen’s eyes. What else is there?

“What was I thinking?” Her fists clench at her sides, but it’s not enough, not until she brings them to her eyes and pressed down, colors sparking across her eyelids. “Why did I...?”

She thought he had changed. They all had, these last few years, hadn’t they? No longer the three children that had tripped over each other in her uncle’s halls, bickering and pinching and causing trouble wherever they roamed. Shirayuki’s temper had mellowed. Zen had grown taller-- or at least tall enough to please him. And Obi--

Obi should be here. And now he’s not, and it’s yet another why she has no answer to.

A timid knock brushes against her door, followed by an even softer, “M-my lady?”

Shirayuki pulls her fists from her eyes, blinking away the blur. “Come in.”

A small girl slinks inside, dark eyes wide and round. “M-my lady...” Her brow furrows. “Your hands are wet.”

She glances down, staring at the fingers laces so tightly in her nightgown. Her knuckles do indeed shimmer in the light, right where they had been pressed along her eyes. “So they are. I...suppose you are here to dress me.”

“Ah...” The maid loses her certainty, eyes darting around the room. “About that...”

Her heart leaps in her breast. “Has something happened?”

“Ah, well.” The girl winces. “There’s a bit of a, um, problem. With the arrangements.”

“The arrangements?” Shirayuki echoes.

“Ah...”

That’s when she hears the screams.

Her twelfth summer marks the moment that this arrangement becomes completely, irrevocably unfair.

“I don’t see what the problem is.” Branches shiver above her, the only sign of Obi a few flashes of black and buckskin and the leaves quivering in his wake. “You two have gotten nearly civil these days.”

“But you’ve gotten tall,” Shirayuki grouses, tucking herself between the roots of the old oak, book sprawled upon her lap. “Any day now you’ll be head and shoulders taller, and what if Zen’s the same? I can’t be the smallest.”

“Well.” She can’t see him, but she knows he settles above her, perched on a branch too precarious for his size. “You are a girl.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be tall.” A finger taps against the page, thoughtful. “Haruto is.”

“For a lady.”

“For anyone,” she corrects primly. “It’s fine enough for you to be tall-- you’re tolerable. But Zen...” She grimaces. “His height it the only thing that keeps him humble. The king isn’t tall, is he?”

“He is,” Obi informs her with relish. “Almost taller than my father, and he’s not done growing.”

She pictures it, Zen being able to look Haruka square in the eye, and shudders.

“I was afraid you’d say that.” Shirayuki sighs, finger knitting in her lap. “Uncle should forbid you from coming. You can stay for now, but next summer is right out.”

It’s strange how even though she can’t see him, she can feel his grin on the air. “I’m sure nothing would make him happier.”

“Or me,” she admits, wistful. “What good neighbors Zen and I might be, if we never had to look at each other again. Save for weddings and births and funerals, of course. And you’d always be welcome, Obi.”

“Thanks.” He drops down one of his too-long legs, toes curling in the air above her, the only visible part of him. “But I wasn’t talk about the Young Master.”

Shirayuki blinks, mouth curving in confusion as she parses his words. “You can’t mean Uncle.”

Obi leans, just enough for her to see his dubious, arched brow. “Why not?”

“Uncle’s always liked Zen.” He’d been the one to calm her when she’d come crying, distraught that Papa would make her marry a boy as pompous as him. Plenty of boys grow out of their pettiness, little girl, he’d told her, smoothing the wild riot of her hair, at least as many that don’t. “Even now, he’s with him, showing him the march.”

“Only because your father asked him,” Obi says, settling back into the canopy. “The next Margrave Entaepode needs to know what his lands can bring. Especially if he means to bring them to his brother.”

Shirayuki frowns. “I’m the next Margrave Entaepode.”

“No,” Obi hums. “You’re the next margravine.”

Shirayuki is not sure what she expects when she walks into Clarines’ great hall, but it is certainly not carnage.

“What happened?” she breathes, picking her way over a toppled chair. There’s not a scrap of fabric that’s not torn, not a table nor chair without a wobble. Flower petals lay strewn on the ground, and the cake--

“Oh no,” she sighs, “I was so looking forward to desset.”

It’s toppled, every tier crushed to the stone beneath it, buttercream and jam and custard smeared up and down the aisle. It had been a gift from the Seirans; Zen had been so excited to know their much-beloved cook had made each layer with him in mind-- Except one, Obi reminded him, swiping a bit of cream from a spoon. You know who Cookie loves best.

“A beast did it,” the steward tells her, near to tiers. “Knocked it over, then even stopped to take a bite.”

“Three bites,” a maid chimes in. “Odd, it was. I could have sworn it thought about it too, just stood there looking as Cook came in, shouting to high heaven, and ate its share.”

Shirayuki glances down. “Flew? As in-- with wings?”

“Yes,” the steward agrees, “it had wings, and a mouth with cruel teeth.”

“There weren’t no teeth,” the chatelaine snaps waving the wailing man off. “It was just a bird. Swan, I think, from the size. And the meanness. Came in here like a holy terror, it did.

“It was a beast with teeth,” the steward insists, “and it bit one of the footmen!”

The chatelaine huffs. “What did you expect, trying to grab it like that?”

Shirayuki can’t help but agree; she’s bitten more than a man or two that tried to catch her as well. But that’s not what has her attention now; instead it is the cake on the floor, those three big bites out of it, baring chocolate sponge and raspberry custard. The layer Cookie made special. The one she thought would go to waste when...

“Where is he now?” At their looks, she amends, “I mean, it. The beast.”

“Outside,” the steward says, sending a narrow look toward the door. “A few of the maids managed to chase it out, but I’m afraid it will have gotten into the decoration-- my lady, where--?”

“I’d like to take a look,” Shirayuki calls back, slippered feet already carrying her to the door. “I, ah, think I might know how to solve this...problem?”

The steward blinks. “Is there some...Tanbarunian folk tradition for this? Ridding the grounds of a foul beast?”

Her feet stutter at the threshold, and she swallows down a laugh. “Certainly something for removing one fowl.”

At thirteen, Shirayuki will admit, Zen becomes tolerable. Not without extreme duress, and certainly never if Obi is around, but being in his presence no longer feels like slivers under her fingernails. Now it’s just that unpleasant drone of cicadas, the same that herald his arrival every summer.

“Are you supposed to be climbing?” she asks, settling herself at the base of the tree’s trunk, as always. “Your mother won’t thank you for ruining those trousers.”

Obi laughs, already deep in the canopy. “I think you mean his laundress.”

“I have plenty more,” Zen scoffs, levering his boot over another knot, giving him the height to reach the first branch. “And I think you’re only so cross because you can’t climb for beans.”

She retracts her opinion. His Highness has certainly not become tolerable in the least.

“Come off it,” Obi laughs, so easy in his bower. “Anyone can climb.”

Zen grins down at her with smug authority. “Not Shirayuki, she’s a girl.”

“So is Kiki,” Obi reminds him, “and if she heard you talk like that, she’d come up and throw you off that branch herself.”

“Kiki hardly counts as a girl--”

“--That’s not what Mitsuhide would say--”

“--And that doesn’t mean Shirayuki can,” Zen adds, tone brooking no argument. “She doesn’t even have trousers on.”

“Shirayuki can climb in a dress just fine.” Obi swings down, right to the lowest branch. Or rather, the second lowest, since Zen hasn’t vacated the first. “Come on, I’ll tell you how.”

She spares the tree a dubious glance. “Are you sure--?”

“Always. Don’t you trust me?” He lowers down a hand, callused and bronzed, and she takes it. “Good, now put your foot there. Now just...think up.”

She sends him a dubious look. “I don’t think it’s possible to just go up by thinking it.”

He grins down. “You’d be surprised.”

Shirayuki is definitely ruining her dress.

“You’re sure it’s up here?” she calls down, a worried swarm of footmen huddling beneath her. “Waterfowl aren’t really...tree-dwelling birds.”

“I’m sure, my lady,” one pipes up beneath her. “Took to wing, then hopped up the branches easy as you please.”

Shirayuki casts a long look up the oak, sighing. “Of course he did.”

One slippered foot lifts, hooking over a thicker branch, resting her weight right by the trunk.

“Just think up,” she murmurs, irritation rising with every word. “Just think up and it’s hardly anything at all.”

“HONK,” agrees the goose above her.

“Oh.” She blinks, taking in the sleek white body and the webbed feet tucked unnaturally beneath it. Well, not that the pose was unnatural, but the place. “You’re not a swan at all.”

“HONK,” the goose informs her, wistful this time.

“Be glad,” she says, reaching for him. “If you were any bigger, I wouldn’t be able to carry you, and you’d be stuck up here with your big wings and bad decisions.

The goose ducks it head, abashed. “HONK.”

“You better,” she starts, trying to wrangle a bird his size beneath her arm, “be exactly who I think you are.”

This close, her fowl friend doesn’t dare express his opinion at the only volume nature saw fit to give him, but instead, cuddles right against her neck. For one, weak moment, Shirayuki leans against the trunk, letting her head sink into his feathers. Please let this be him. If it is, she can worry about the how later. Maybe even the why. As long as he hasn’t abandoned her, there’s nothing--

“Not to interrupt you,” a lady’s languid voice drawls beneath her. “But I’m assuming that you might need some help getting down.”

Fifteen is when Shirayuki is made aware of just how utterly unfair her life will be from now on, now that she’s to be the wife of a prince.

“No, no,” Obi laughs, nervous. “I think the Young Master has it right this time, Miss. You can’t come.”

“Why not?” He’s gotten much taller now, taller even than when he arrived, and she has to look up to guilelessly meet his eye, much more than she’s used to. “If I can climb trees with you, I can splash around in a pond just fine--”

“Yes, but--” his mouth split into a pained grimace-- “climbing trees doesn’t involve taking off clothes. You can see how that might be a, hm, problem now, can’t you, Miss?”

“No.”

His exasperation is completely unwarranted, considering how exasperating he’s being. “You’re a lady.”

“One that can swim,” she counters. “We’ve done it before, I don’t know why it’s bothering you now.”

“Because you’re...” He waves a hand at her, a harried up and down, but she only stares back. “Of all the things for Master to leave to me...”

“I can keep my shift on,” she offers, “if that helps.”

“It really doesn’t, Miss.” Obi sighs, one hand coming up to rub at his shoulder. “Surely your father-- no, your uncle. Surely your uncle’s talked to you about how boys and girls shouldn’t, um...you know.”

“I don’t.”

“It’s just...” He takes a steeling breath. “Miss, you’re a woman now. You can’t be naked with men.”

She wrinkles her nose. “I said I would wear my shift. And besides, you’re not men, you’re boys.”

Obi head rolls heavenward. “Only to you.”

Shirayuki gives him a considering look and pulls out her trump card. “Would you let Kiki Seiran come?”

She doesn’t know this Kiki Seiran, not from anything more than what’s been said in her presence, but she knows-- whatever a man does, Kiki does, and better too. The moment her name leaves her lips, Obi drops her a helpless glare.

“Kiki,” he says, as if savoring the word, “doesn’t count. No one lets Kiki Seiran do something, she just does it, and we all live with the consequences.”

A fond smile flickers across his lips, and for no reason at all, her stomach twists. “You should marry her.”

Obi blinks. “Huh?”

“Kiki Seiran,” she says lightly. “It seems she’s really quite impressive.”

For a long moment he stares at her, unblinking. Then he coughs, one, twice, until it’s no longer a cough but roaring laughter.

Shirayuki stares at him. “Is something funny?”

“Oh, Miss,” he wheezes. “That’s some vote of confidence, but Kiki Seiran-- she’s not for the likes of me.”

The sick knot in her stomach dissipates into affront. “Why not? There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Again, you really know how to compliment a man,” he teases. “But no count worth his acreage will marry his daughter and heir to a bastard. With her pedigree, they’re probably planning to marrying her to Elder Highness as we speak.”

“Well, that’s silly,” she huffs. “You’re worth a thousand princes Obi. Any lady would be lucky to have you.”

His smile wavers. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“You should bring her next time,” she decides. “I can talk to her.”

“Ah,” he coughs, shaking his head as he traipses after her. “That won’t be necessary at all.”

This is not how she thought she’d meet the illustrious Kiki Seiran, her wedding dress torn to rags and goose hugged tight in her arms, but it would not be the first time today fate thwarted her expectations.

“I’m fine,” Shirayuki assures her, slowly making her descent. “But do you have, um, water?”

One elegant brow arches. “Water?”

“Ah, yes.” She drops down before her-- oh, Lady Seiran is...quite a bit taller than she’d imagined, and at least twice as pretty. No wonder Obi always smiled when he talked about her. “Like a, um, lake? Or a river might do?”

“A lake?” Her gaze drops, mouth canting into a thoughtful line. “For your avian compatriot, I suppose. You think his home must be close by.”

“Yes,” she lies, because babbling about ancient texts she’s certain she was never supposed to see and magic of the blackest sort seemed a poor first impression to make. “It would probably, uh, help with the...destructive behavior.”

“He has left quite a spectacle behind. It will take hours to clean that up. Or days,” she adds with a pointed look toward the goose. “Your wedding seems to be thoroughly postponed.”

Good, she doesn’t say. This Kiki Seiran is Zen’s friend too, after all. And even if Shirayuki could have shaken him to pieces last night, she’s that too.

“Water?” she says instead.

It’s the right thing to say, since Kiki turns around, gesturing toward the treeline. “There’s a pond back there. Just follow the cobblestone path and it should take you right out to the dock.”

“Perfect.” Shirayuki takes two hurried steps before pausing, turning over her hip to add, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Kiki. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

There’s that brow again, lifted into an elegant arch Shirayuki could never hope to mimic. “Only good things, I hope.”

Her stomach lurches as she replies, “The best.”

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round up // JULY 21

‘Tis the season to beat the heat at the always-cold theatres and next to fans set at turbo speed. While my movie watching slowed a bit with the launch of the Summer Olympics on July 23rd, I’ve still got plenty of popcorn-ready and artsy recommendations for you. A few themes in the new-to-me pop culture I’m recommending this month:

Casts oozing with embarrassing levels of talent (sometimes overqualified for the movies they’re in)

Pop culture that is responding or reinterpreting past pop culture

Stories that get weEeEeird

Keep on-a-scrollin’ to see which is which!

July Crowd-Pleasers

1. Double Feature – ‘90s Rom-Coms feat. Lots of Lies: Mystery Date (1991) + The Pallbearer (1996)

In Mystery Date (Crowd: 7.5/10 // Critic: 6/10), Ethan Hawke and Teri Polo get set up on a blind date that gets so bizarre and crime-y I’m not sure how this didn’t come out in the ‘80s. In The Pallbearer (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 7/10), David Schwimmer and Gwyneth Paltrow try to combine The Graduate with Four Weddings and a Funeral in a story about lost twentysomethings. If you don’t like rom-coms in which circumstances depend on lots of lies and misunderstandings, these won’t be your jam, but if you’re like me and don’t mind these somewhat-cliché devices, you’ll be hooked by likeable casts and plenty of rom and com.

2. The Tomorrow War (2021)

I thought of no fewer movies than this list while watching: Alien, Aliens, Angel Has Fallen, Cloverfield, Interstellar, Kong: Skull Island, Prometheus, A Quiet Place: Part II, Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back, Star Wars: The Revenge of the Sith, The Silence of the Lambs, The Terminator, Terminator 2: Judgment Day, and World War Z. And you know what? I like all those movies! (Okay, maybe I just have a healthy respect/fear of The Silence of the Lambs.) The Tomorrow War may not be original, but it borrows some of the best tropes and beats from the sci-fi and action genres, so much so I wish I could’ve seen Chris Pratt and Co. fight those gross monsters on a big screen. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 6/10

3. Dream a Little Dream (1989)

My July pick for the Dumb Rom-Com I Nevertheless Enjoyed! I CANNOT explain the mechanics of this body switch comedy to you—nor can the back of the DVD case above—but, boy, what an ‘80s MOOD. I did not know I needed to see a choreographed dance routine starring Jason Robards and Corey Feldman, but I DID. All I know is some movies are made for me and that I’m now a card-carrying member of the Two Coreys fan club. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 6.5/10

4. Black Widow (2021)

The braids! The Pugh! Black Widow worked for me both as an exciting action adventure and as a respite from the Marvel adventures dependent on a long memory of the franchise. (Well, mostly—keep reading for a second MCU rec much more dependent on the gobs of previous releases.) Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 7.5/10

5. Liar Liar (1997)

Guys, Jim Carrey is hilarious. That’s it—that’s the review. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 7/10

6. Sob Rock by John Mayer (2021)

It’s very possible I’ve already listened to this record more than all other John Mayer records. It doesn’t surpass the capital-G Greatness of Continuum, but it’s a little bit of old school Mayer, a little bit ‘80s soft rock/pop, and I’ve had it on repeat most of the two weeks since it’s been out. Featuring the boppiest bop that ever bopped, at least one lyrical gem in every track, and an ad campaign focused on Walkmans, this record skirts the line between Crowd faves and Critic-worthy musicianship.

7. Double Feature – ‘00s Ben Affleck Political Thrillers: The Sum of All Fears (2002) + State of Play (2009)

In The Sum of All Fears (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7.5/10), Ben Affleck is Jack Ryan caught up in yet another international incident. In State of Play (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 7/10), he’s a hotshot Congressman caught up in a scandal. Both are full of plot twists and unexpected turns, and in both, Affleck is accompanied by actors you’re always happy to see, like Jason Bateman, James Cromwell, Russell Crowe, Jeff Daniels, Viola Davis, Morgan Freeman, Philip Baker Hall, David Harbour, Rachel McAdams, Helen Mirren, Liev Schreiber, and Robin Wright—yes, I swear all of those people are in just those two movies.

8. Loki (2021-)

Unlike Black Widow, you can’t go into Loki with no MCU experience. The show finds clever ways to nudge us with reminders (and did better at it than Falcon and the Winter Soldier), but be forewarned that at some point, you’re just going to have to let go and accept wherever this timeline-hopper is taking you. An ever-charismatic cast keeps us grounded (Owen Wilson, Jonathan Majors, and an alligator almost steal the show from Tom Hiddleston in some eps), but while Falcon lasted an episode or two too long, Loki could’ve used a few more to flesh out its complicated plot and develop its characters. Thankfully, the jokes matter almost as much as the sci-fi, so you can still have fun even if you have no idea what’s going on.

9. Double Feature – Bruce Willis: Die Hard With a Vengeance (1995) + The Whole Nine Yards (2000)

Before Bruce Willis began starring in many random direct-to-DVD movies I only ever hear about in my Redbox emails, he was a Movie Star smirking his way up the box office charts. In the third Die Hard (Crowd: 10/10 // Critic: 7.5/10), he teams up with Samuel L. Jackson to decipher the riddles of a terrorist madman (Jeremy Irons), and it’s a thrill ride. In The Whole Nine Yards (Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8/10), he’s hitman that screws up dentist Matthew Perry’s boring life in Canada, and—aside from one frustrating scene of let’s-objectify-women-style nudity—it’s hilarious.

10. This Is the End (2013)

On paper, this is not a movie for me. An irreverent stoner comedy about a bunch of bros partying it up before the end of the world? None of things are for Taylors. But with a little help of a TV edit to pare down the raunchy and crude bits, I laughed my way through and spent the next several days thinking through its exploration of what makes a good person. While little of the plot is accurate to Christian Gospel and theology, some of its big ideas are consistent enough with the themes of the book of Revelation I found myself thinking about it again in church this morning. (Would love to know if Seth Rogen ever expected that.) Plus, I love a good self-aware celebrity spoof—can’t tell you how many times I’ve just laughed remembering the line, “It’s me, Jonah Hill, from Moneyball”—and an homage to horror classics. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 7/10

July Critic Picks

1. Summer of Soul (…or, When the Television Could Not Be Televised) (2021)

Even director Questlove didn’t know about the Harlem Cultural Festival, but now he’s compiled the footage so we can all enjoy one of the coolest music fest lineups ever, including The 5th Dimension, B.B. King, Gladys Knight and the Pips, Nina Simone, Sly and the Family Stone, and Stevie Wonder, who made my friend’s baby dance more than once in the womb. See it on the big screen for top-notch audio. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 9/10

2. Good Morning, Vietnam (1987)

Robin Williams takes on the bureaucracy, disillusionment, and malaise of the Vietnam War with comedy. Williams was a one-of-a-kind talent, and here it’s on display at a level on par with Aladdin. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 9/10

3. Against the Rules Season 2 (2020-21)

Michael Lewis (author of Moneyball, adapted into a film starring Jonah Hill), is interested in how we talk about fairness. This season he looks at how coaches impact fairness in areas like college admissions, credit cards, and youth sports. 

4. Bugsy Malone (1976)

A gangster musical starring only children? It’s a little like someone just picked ideas out of a hat, but somehow it works. You can hear why in the Bugsy Malone episode Kyla and I released this month on SO IT’S A SHOW?, plus how this weird artifact of a film connects with Gilmore Girls.

5. The Queen (2006)

Before The Crown, Peter Morgan wrote The Queen, focusing on Queen Elizabeth II (Helen Mirren) in the days following the death of Princess Diana. It’s a complex and compassionate drama, both for the Queen and for Prime Minister Tony Blair (Michael Sheen, who has snuck up on me to become a favorite character actor). Maybe I’ve got a problem, but I’ll never tire of the analysis of this famous family. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9.5/10

6. The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean (1972)

This month at ZekeFilm, we took a closer look at Revisionist Westerns we’ve missed. I fell hard for Roy Bean, and I think you will, too, if for no other reason than you might like a story starring Jacqueline Bisset, Ava Gardner, John Huston, Paul Newman, and Anthony Perkins. Oh, and a bear! Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 10/10

7. New Trailer Round Up

Naked Singularity (Aug. 6) – John Boyega in a crime thriller!

Queenpins (Aug. 10) – A crime comedy about extreme coupon-ing!

Dune (Oct. 1) – I’ve been cooler on the anticipation for this film, but this new look has me cautiously intrigued thanks to the Bardem + Bautista + Brolin + Chalamet + Ferguson + Isaac + Momoa + Zendaya of it all.

The Last Duel (Oct. 15) – Affleck! Damon! Driver!

Ghostbusters: Afterlife (Nov. 11) - I’m not sure why we need this, but I’m down for the Paul Rudd + Finn Wolfhard combo

King Richard (Nov. 19) - Will Smith as Venus and Serena’s father!

Encanto (Nov. 24) – Disney and Lin-Manuel Miranda making more magic together!

House of Gucci (Nov. 24) - Gaga! Pacino! Driver! 

Also in July…

Kyla and I took a look at the classic supernatural soap Dark Shadows and why Sookie might be obsessed with it on Gilmore Girls.

I revisited a so-bad-it’s-good masterpiece that’s a surrealist dream even Fellini couldn’t have cooked up. Yes, for ZekeFilm I wrote about the Vanilla Ice movie, Cool as Ice, which is now a part of my Blu-ray collection.

Photo credits: Against the Rules. All others IMDb.com.

[heoneyology]

when the hydrangea bloom | k.sw

A/N: uhhh this came out way longer than I expected but I guess since I’m posting it now happy birthday to tbz’s sunwoo? and also shoutout to both the road to kingdom teaser and @bossmyc​ for fueling my brain with this idea.

Word Count: 5425

Genre: feudal!au, fluff, romance

Pairing: reader (fem) x kim sunwoo (the boyz)

Warnings: extreme... fluff... prepare to die...

Summary: Kim Sunwoo is a soldier sent to your small mountain village to train with his platoon, like many soldiers from the Great King’s army before him. Yet unlike all the other soldiers that have passed through, Sunwoo’s heartfelt, yet slightly annoying, determination and handsome features are the first to catch your attention.

Stay away from the soldiers.

Those words became a mantra, over time. One you were expected to live by. Your father’s warning had been engraved in your mind over the years as you’d grown up. Your father was a strict man, though he had a tender heart shown only to those he cared for most dearly. Perhaps being born with two daughters had made him soft, over time. Luckily for him, neither you nor your sister were anything akin to troublemakers—although it could be argued that you were more of a headache than your older sibling. Sometimes, you’d often find yourself a little hot-headed and somehow in curious situations, due to your own impulsive actions and words. But you never really caused trouble. Not intentionally, anyway.

And so, this was the single rule your father ever expected you to follow—stay away from the soldiers.

Your mother, amused, would always smile fondly whenever he would remind you and your sister of his instructions. He himself had been a soldier in his prime. Clearly that warning had worked out well for her.

But he was regarded as a man with the knowledge of time on his side. The villagers were loyal. Almost undyingly so. They respected not only him, but his words and his decisions. He never seemed to lead anyone awry. As such, you figured his warning had to come with some unspoken knowledge that he refused to share. He had been a soldier, he knew what it was like—knew what they were like. Of course, there was the possibility that he was simply being an overprotective father, too.

While that was the single rule your father put in place, expecting you and your sister to uphold it, there was one more mantra. Similarly to his warning about the soldiers, it had been repeated so often in such sporadic moments that it had done well to stick in your mind, but it often lingered at the back like a distant memory. But, sometimes, something would happen that would stir the memory, and the words would idly pass through your mind like a gentle breeze; a soft reminder.

If a boy looks like trouble, he most likely is.

“How do you do that? Make those?” As if on cue, the voice of a specific boy who had been invading your thoughts for weeks now abruptly interrupts your concentration. Your fingers, nimbly working against the flower stems of the hydrangea bundle you hold in your hand, slip at the sudden invasion of your focus. Blinking, you tilt your chin back and lift your head to look up from where you sit.

Kim Sunwoo stares down at you, brown eyes bright with a curious wonder. The sunlight hits them, reflecting against his irises in such a way that has the warm color practically shimmering. He looks very boyish and innocent, and too curious for his own good.

“Can you teach me?” Sunwoo asks when you don't immediately answer. His eyes flicker from your face to the flower crown which you had been braiding that rests in your frozen hands, then back to meet your gaze.

A knot builds in your throat, your voice lodging there. You aren’t certain you can speak. If a boy looks like trouble, he most likely is. Stay away from the soldiers. Your father’s second mantra and his golden rule are doing somersaults in your mind as you stare up at Sunwoo.

Kim Sunwoo happened to be both of those things.

He was a boy that, through and through, looked like trouble. Anyone as pretty, yet just a little rough around the edges, as he was had to be the definition of trouble. He was always too curious—sticking his nose into things that he really shouldn’t, and getting reprimanded later on. Or, if he happened to get away with whatever he was up to, he was all smug grins and smirks. He was also, always, the loudest in a group. It happened to be an admirable thing, on some occasions, anyway—since it usually meant he was putting his all into whatever it was he may be doing. Yet putting his all into everything also meant that he made sure everyone saw and heard his efforts. The way his eyes would light up with any praise showered on him afterward was a dead giveaway to his pride. This was especially noticeable during training or any tasks that required physical effort.

To round him out completely, it was the surprising tenderness that sometimes peeked through—paired with how pretty he was, and his rougher edges—that really spelled out trouble. He had a soft gaze that was always alight with mischief, pouty lips that would grace you with the softest smiles if he wasn’t being smug about something, and ruffled hair paired with a sharp jawline that gave away all his most attractive boyish features.

He was also the type of boy that your father specifically warned you, time and time again, to stay away from. A soldier in the great king’s army. He wasn’t the first to visit your small mountain village. The army usually sent their soldiers here for training, where the altitude was higher and the air thinner—the terrain rough and challenging; a perfect combination to create sturdy, determined men.

While Sunwoo wasn’t the first to pass through, visiting until the training was complete and the platoon would return to the capital—he was, by far, the most stubbornly persistent that you’d dealt with. Or, rather, attempted to not deal with. It didn’t help, either, that your interest had been accidentally piqued as soon as he’d arrived in the village. He was handsome, and always stood out in a crowd. Both things that were hard to ignore.

When you don’t answer, instead trying to busy yourself with the flower crown making, Sunwoo makes a point to sit down beside you. The action makes you stiffen, eyes darting up from the flowers and their stems to stare him straight in the eyes.

“W-What are you doing?” You stammer out.

Sunwoo nodded at the partially braided beginning of a crown in your hands. “I want to learn.”

“You can’t.”

“Why not?” His full lower lip juts out, pouting.

Clearing your throat, you turn away from him, glaring down at the flower strands in your hands in an attempt to concentrate. Maybe if you stare hard enough, you can block Sunwoo’s presence out.

“I’m not supposed to talk to you,” you state as your answer, matter-of-factly.

Undeterred, Sunwoo lets out what sounds like a chuckle, but you refuse to turn toward him to confirm the sound. “That’s fine. I’m a quick learner. Don’t speak, just show me and I’ll watch.”

You’re certain he’s joking, simply hanging around you for attention you won’t give. Or that he’s just trying to be like every other boy, attempting to impress a girl by learning a skill that will never be utilized—if they’re even lucky enough to actually learn it in the first place. However, minutes pass and Sunwoo’s presence doesn’t ease from your side. His sudden silence is almost threatening, since in the length of time that you’d known him—even watching from afar—he’d never been so quiet. Sitting next to him, you began to worry as to why he was so quiet. Maybe he’s fallen asleep…

It’s plausible, in this mid-afternoon summer heat. The shade you sit beneath offers some protection from the sun beating down at its highest peak, but it’s the type of warmth that’s almost oppressive. Enough that you just want to let out a sigh and close your eyes against it, wishing it away. Even to you, a nap sounds nice.

But despite your curiosity, you refuse to look over at him. And despite your own determination, you find it hard to concentrate. For the most part, your fingers stay steady where they work against the stems of the similarly stubborn flowers which you’re threading together. But if you aren’t careful, you feel them begin to quaver—overly aware of a different type of warmth that Sunwoo emanates where he sits next to you. You aren’t sure if he’s watching, like he claimed he would. You don’t even dare to look at the basket of hydrangea next to you to see if he’s actually taken some to practice. But Sunwoo’s presence is quiet, yet strong—and it’s enough to cause a bit of nerves in the pit of your stomach at the possibility of him paying attention.

Luckily threading the flowers together is like second nature to you. The task at hand doesn’t need much concentration, it comes as easily as breathing without so much a thought. Which works in your favor, since more time than you’re able to properly keep track of passes, and you spend most of that time in your own thoughts reminding yourself to keep your hands steady and not slip up in front of him. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve repeated the reminder to yourself, creating a mantra of your own, before the silence between you and Sunwoo is broken.

“Sunwoo!”

At the sound of his name, both you and Sunwoo jerk your heads up. Briefly, in that moment, your eyes meet his, and you see the corner of his mouth twitch into a small half-smile before he glances over his shoulder, searching for the owner of the voice that has called him. As he turns, you peer around his broad frame curiously, spotting another soldier in the distance—the fair-skinned boy seems to be around Sunwoo’s age, maybe older. He has a high, prominent nose, and very soft features. You think his name may be Hyunjae, if you remember correctly.

Hyunjae takes note of you as soon as you appear from around Sunwoo, and his eyes raise in surprise. But his gaze doesn’t linger, instead returning to Sunwoo. “Break’s over! Captain is calling for you!”

Sunwoo gives a curt nod, which is enough to send Hyunjae on his heel and away. Before Sunwoo turns back to you, you straighten yourself up, glancing down at your almost completed crown and fiddling with some of the flower petals gently. There’s a brief moment of silence, before Sunwoo clears his throat and you hear the shifting of his robes.

“Thank you,” he says, causing you to glance up in surprise. You feel a knot build up in your throat again, ready to ask for what, since you hadn’t uttered a word to him this entire time—but as you make eye contact with him, the question lodges itself as the knot in your throat. He gives a small smile. “I’m going to take some of the flowers, okay? You can grade me on how well I do tomorrow.”

You think he’s kidding—again—until you see in one of his hands, as he reaches down to take a handful of the hydrangea from your basket, that the flower crown he’d been working on is almost half complete. It takes all of your self control to keep from showing the surprise on your face, glancing up at Sunwoo as he gives you another smile and takes his flowers and half-made crown and leaves.

When he’s gone and out of earshot, you let out a large sigh, as though you’d been holding your breath the entire time while in his company, before you set back to work. However, you find that there’s a very obvious emptiness in the space around you, having not realized you’d grown comfortable with Sunwoo's nerve-wracking presence, and you end up gathering your belongings and heading home for the day.

—

“If you keep sighing, you’re going to age prematurely,” Hyunjae scolds, taking a sip of the green tea at the table in front of him. With how hot it was outside, even so early in the day, Sunwoo often wondered how Hyunjae could drink hot tea as a main staple of his diet daily.

Letting out another sigh despite Hyunjae’s warning, Sunwoo allows himself to fall back, collapsing on the porch of the hanok. The loud thump caused by Sunwoo landing on the wood of the porch is enough to have some of the other soldiers eating their morning meal glancing over curiously, before returning their focus to their food.

“Sunwoo,” Hyunjae warns, voice lowering dangerously, as the younger lets out another large sigh, where he lays and stares up at the porch awning dejectedly. The younger had been sulking since lunch the day before. Hyunjae had a guess as to why, but he wasn’t concerned enough to press further.

Although now, with every sulky sigh Sunwoo let out, Hyunjae could feel his annoyance building.

“She says she can’t talk to me,” Sunwoo mumbles, a pout clear in his tone of voice.

Hearing the words, Hyunjae uncomfortably swallows around the mouthful of green tea he’d decided to drink at that time, choking around laughter. He fails to keep all the tea in his mouth, spraying some across the table as he laughs.

“She what?!”

Scowling, Sunwoo sits up abruptly, giving his older friend a hard look. “This isn’t funny! Why would she say something so absurd? That was the most I’ve said to her! I usually just say, ‘hello,’ in passing! How could I have offended her into telling me she can’t speak to me?!”

Hyunjae coughs a few more times around the tea that had gone down wrong, before clearing his throat. “Maybe she just thinks you’re insufferably loud? You know, like the rest of us do?” He quirks a brow pointedly as he says this, eyeing Sunwoo. “Half the village can hear your war cries when we’re training, you know. Maybe that’s all she needed in order to decide she couldn’t talk to you.”

Sunwoo frowns at Hyunjae, clearly displeased by the older boy’s words. Despite the displeasure, though, it’s clear that the words resonate with him enough to get him thinking for the rest of the day. While he’s not distracted, able to go through all of the required training regimen as though it were muscle memory—which, at this point, it basically is—his mind is a silent whirlwind of thoughts. For the first time ever, Sunwoo finds himself suddenly uncertain of his own levels of self-confidence and the way he presents himself. Had it always been an issue before now? Was it bothersome to others? Was he a nuisance?

Throughout the day, there’s a hard look of deep thought and determination set on Sunwoo’s face. His already strong features appear stronger, especially with the way his jaw is hardened and set and his brows furrow together. To others, it seems like deep concentration. But even from afar, watching Sunwoo train the day away until he’s practically dripping in sweat by the mid-afternoon, when the sun is at its highest point, you can tell that something seems off about him today.

The thought that he may not be feeling well has you running back to the edge of town, towards home, as best as you can in the summer heat and weight of your hanbok. Your mother, tending the garden outside, is surprised to find you practically drenched in sweat yourself, and is about to complain to you—but before she can, you disappear into the house and shuffle around the kitchen, creating a bit of noise and a mess in a whirlwind of your own, before you’re running out of the house with the same speed at which you appeared; almost like a mirage.

You think you hear your mom yell after you, “Where are you going?!” And your sister’s complaint about taking some of her jellied candies, but you pay neither any mind as you run back in the direction you came.

It takes hours to finally find Sunwoo away from a crowd, much to your annoyance. Despite his unusually dreary mood of the day, he seems even more dedicated than normal to his usual daily tasks. Which leads to a day of you hovering from afar, shifting the wooden box you’d claimed from home from hand to hand.

When Sunwoo finally does detach himself from his fellow soldiers to take a break, you aren’t surprised that he chooses to rest beneath the tree from the day before, practically collapsing onto the grassy knoll. He removes the headband from his forehead, running his fingers through his hair and wiping away some sweat with his sleeve, before letting out a sigh and closing his eyes, soaking in the shade.

You wait a few moments, shifting from foot to foot, before approaching his resting spot. He doesn’t notice your presence, despite your hanbok skirt shuffling and making enough noise. You end up crouching down in front of him, above his head, peering over him curiously to double check that he’s breathing still.

It takes a moment, but he ends up noticing a shift in the air around him. Maybe it’s the shadow you cast over his face as you lean over him, creating a darker shade than what the tree provides. Sunwoo’s eyelids twitch, but he doesn’t open them.

“Hyunjae, not now,” he grumbles.

You frown momentarily, before realization hits you as you think back to the fair-skinned boy the day before, Sunwoo’s friend. “Ah! So that is his name… Hyunjae…”

“Oh!” Immediately, Sunwoo’s eyes shoot open with a sound of surprise, followed by your name falling from his lips.

Coming from him, your name sound so sweet and smooth, and under normal circumstances you’d take a moment to admire it and the way your stomach flips—but as Sunwoo releases his surprise, he also simultaneously sits up in a rush—and doesn’t make it very far, his forehead connecting with your own—you being to slow to notice, distracted.

The two of you let out a yelp of surprised pain, in sync—Sunwoo immediately clutching his forehead and falling back to the ground on which he’d been laying, and your hand slapping across your forehead as you fall back on your butt into the grass. You pull your knees up to your chest, whimpering and burying your face into your knees.

At the sound of your whimper, Sunwoo clenches his teeth and instantly rolls over onto his knees giving his forehead one last rub before inching closer to you. “God, I’m so sorry—are you okay?” He reaches out to you, hands hovering uncertainly, before he rests them on your shoulders. “Look at me? Are you okay?”

You’d rather keep your head pressed against your knees to fend off the pain, face hidden against your skirts, but the way Sunwoo’s voice softens to something kinder, gently persuasive, has you grimacing and lifting your head to look at him. You jut your bottom lip out as you do so, sure there’s a red mark on your forehead from where your skulls had clashed, blinking away the tears of pain at the corners of your eyes.

Sunwoo frowns at the expression on your face, eyes flickering over your features to study you for any signs of further damage. You feel his hands lift from your shoulders to cup your face on either side. His thumbs gently swipe away the tears you’d attempted to blink back, and you’re surprised at how soft his touch is despite the slight calloused texture you can feel on his hands.

“I’m sorry,” Sunwoo murmurs, releasing his hold on your face and gently brushing some stray strands of hair away from your face. As he does so, he ghosts the back of his fingers over your forehead. “The good news is, I don’t think it will bruise.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Sunwoo shrugs, leaning back and sitting in the grass. “It’s fine. Accidents happen,” he squints at you, “unless, that is, it wasn’t an accident and you were purposely planning a sneak attack to take me out? I am one of the best in our platoon, I wouldn’t be surprised if enemies are already making plans to dispose of me—”

Despite yourself, you snort out a small laugh at him. He’s fine, you think silently, slightly relieved. When you see a smile cross over his features, you clear your throat, effectively clearing away the laughter and amusement.

“Do you like sweets?”

Sunwoo cocks his head to the side curiously. “Sweets?”

You study him, before shifting your position to reach for the portable lunch box you’d snatched from home. You push it toward him, and as you allow it to stop at a rest in front of him, you push yourself to your feet. “That’s for you. I thought…” That you seemed like you were having a bad day. Your lips twitch, unsure if you should voice that aloud. “It’s just a pick me up for the rest of the day, in case you end up needing it again…”

Sunwoo glances curiously between you and the box, before a thought crosses his mind. “Ah! I didn’t finish the flower crown—”

You give a small shrug, folding your hands behind your back and twirling on your heel and slowly inching away. “That’s fine. I’m always here every day at lunchtime,” as you say this, you throw a smile over your shoulder. Before you lose your nerve, your stomach doing odd flips, you skip off.

Sunwoo bites his lip, biting back a grin. He glances at the box you’d left behind, running his hand over the intricate designs of the wood before slowly lifting the lid from the box. Inside, there are jellied candies and honey cookies, lining the box as though they had been carefully and delicately placed inside. His mouth waters just at the sight of the sweets.

Again? He wonders, suddenly, thinking back to your words as you’d left the box of sweets with him. Had you been able to figure out he had been in a different mood that day? Sunwoo glances up from the box, turning his head in the direction down the knoll you’d disappeared in.

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The next morning, Sunwoo is in a comparatively better mood than he had been the day before. So much so that the humming that reverberates from the back of his throat is almost as annoying as the sighing he’d been doing yesterday morning. This time, it’s Hyunjae’s turn to let out a very loud sigh as he sets his cup of tea down on the table, glancing over at where Sunwoo sits at the edge of the hanok porch, legs swinging back and forth.

In his lap sits the flower crown from days before. Sunwoo works quietly, besides his humming, as his thin long fingers work against the stems, folding and threading together the last bit of flowers.

“I’m assuming she doesn’t find you insufferably loud, like the rest of us?” Hyunjae asks. His question pulls Sunwoo out of his concentration, and the younger throws a grin over his shoulder.

That’s the only answer Hyunjae needs, and that’s the only answer Sunwoo gives.

But the way Sunwoo acts the rest of the day is enough to back up that simple answer for Hyunjae. He’s back to his overly loud and proud, borderline cocky, self—shouting up a riot during training, and, as always, putting in as much physical effort and exertion as he possibly can. But unlike the day before, where his eyebrows had been knitted together in deep thought and his jawline set, Sunwoo is all boyish and smug grins.

It’s enough that it has Hyunjae wondering if he’ll somehow alert enemies in the far distance to their location and bring invaders to the village. That’s how loud he is.

As you watch him train from afar again that day, you have a similar thought process to Hyunjae. Sunwoo is terribly loud, enough so that he could easily alert an enemy to his location. Your lips twitch in amusement at this thought, thinking to the day before and how you’d snuck up on him with ease—although that hadn’t been on purpose in any aspect. Still, you’re relieved to see he’s back to normal.

The sound of footsteps against the grass of your knoll have you glancing up from your book. You know it’s not Sunwoo, though you feel your heart flutter in your chest at the prospect of it being him arriving early.

Instead, you meet your older sister’s eyes as she approaches you. She sets down the basket she’s carrying next to you in the grass, straightening up and giving a small huff. “Here’s the food you made this morning.”

You smile, seeing the slight annoyance visibly in the stiffness of her shoulders. “Thank you. And thank you for being a scapegoat for me. I’ll buy you some nice material for sewing next time we go to the city!”

Your sister scoffs, though she gives you a sideways glance. Her lips twitch slightly in amusement. “Father is going to be upset when he finds out.”

“I know.” But all you can do is give a shrug, reaching for your book and placing it back in your lap as you skim the pages to find where you had left off. Your sister tsks before heading away. When some time passes, you glance up from the pages, staring off towards town, where your older sibling had promised to keep herself busy for a sufficient amount of time before heading home. Surely she won’t tell Father?

No, she wouldn’t. But either way, you’d reap the consequences at some point. In such a small village, there wasn’t a way to hide your daily interactions. Word that you’d been spending time with Sunwoo would naturally get around.

You’re about to let out a sigh when a darker shadow falls over you. Blinking, you spare a glance up. Sunwoo stands in front of you—as expected—but what isn’t expected is the pout that’s on his face, his full lower lip jutted out. He lets out a small huff as he meets your gaze, and you allow your eyes to flicker from his face to the unfinished flower crown in his hand.

You glance back up at him. “W...what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how to finish it,” Sunwoo grumbles, the tone of his voice clearly frustrated. He drops down to his knees next to you, holding the flower crown out. “Show me?”

You reach out, hands pausing in the air. You study the crown in his hands, surprised at how far along he’d come. Eyeing it, you’re amazed that he’d simply watched and learned enough to make an almost perfectly knit crown. It didn’t appear to be loose anywhere, as though it would fall apart easily.

“I’ll teach you,” you decide suddenly, scooting forward a little. Gingerly, you take hold of one of his hands. Beneath your touch, you can feel Sunwoo stiffen in surprise, glancing up at you curiously, but immediately looking back down as you lead his hand to the edge of the stems, and help hold the crown with your other hand. “You have to lock this bundle in place here.” As you instruct him, you point and guide as necessary, watching as Sunwoo closes off the crown, mostly on his own.

You smile when he finishes, blinking up at him with a bit of pride written across your features. The expression catches him by surprise. But, more so than that, the proximity catches you both by surprise. For a moment, you feel stuck there, suspended by time as your gaze locks with his—stuck—the way his eyes shimmer causing your heart to lurch up from your chest into your throat. Is that what that knot had been, every time you tried to speak to him before?

Sunwoo clears his throat, leaning back and giving the flower crown a small twirl in his hand, before he smiles and lifts his piece of work up, setting it on the crown of your head. Instinctively, you shrink a bit under the weight being added to your head, before straightening up as Sunwoo leans back to admire his work. He has a broad smile on his face, and you reach up to gingerly run your hands over the petals.

“Perfect. It suits you.”

“Me?” You echo, blinking at him in surprise. He learned to make it for me? You give your head a small shake, carefully lifting the crown up off of your head to give back to Sunwoo. “You should give it to someone that matters to y—”

Your words fall flat as they leave your mouth, catching sight of the flower crown in your hands. Purple and pink hydrangea swirl together in a circle, making up the contents of the crown. You stare quietly, studying the flowers, your thumb grazing over the petals gently.

“Momma! Why don’t we have more colors in the garden? Why are there only pink, blue, and purple?” You remember asking your mother one day, as you helped her tend to the hydrangea lined outside the house. The garden had a myriad of other flowers, and vegetables, in it—but the hydrangea had always been your mother’s favorite. She cared for the flowers with as much dedication as she did her own daughters.

“Because. Those three mean the most important things,” your mother had told you, pointing to the flowers as she spoke about each one. “Pink stand for honest and heartfelt emotions. Blue for apologies. Purple for a desire to understand someone.”

You blink, jostling yourself out of your own thoughts, glancing up at Sunwoo in surprise.

The smile that had been on his face moments before has disappeared, but the corner of his lips twitch, as though he can read your mind.

“There was a nice lady, that day that you let me watch you make the crown. She saw me later that day, working on mine, and asked if I knew what the flowers stood for,” as he speaks, Sunwoo gently pries the flower crown from your grasp. “I told her I didn’t, so she taught me the colors and their meanings. And then I chose the colors I wanted to continue with. She let me pick some from her garden. I ripped the previous colors out and started over.”

It takes every bit of self control to keep the surprise from plainly appearing on your face, but there’s a small smirk-smile on Sunwoo’s lips that seems to hint that he already knows. Without saying anything more, he leans forward and places the crown back on your head, before letting out a soft, “Oh,” as he’s about to lean back.

“Hold still, there’s a leaf in your hair,” Sunwoo murmurs, shifting slightly to pick at your hair. You feel a small, very gentle tug against your scalp as he pulls it out. “Okay, got it.”

Hearing that it’s gone, you turn your head to thank him—just as Sunwoo leans back—both of you freezing once again at the proximity, your noses practically grazing each other. Should have waited, you chastise yourself mentally, heart suddenly going into overdrive in your chest. The way your nerves react to his closeness has you too stunned to move, and Sunwoo doesn’t make any visible sign that he’s going to move either. You wonder if he will, almost feeling a need to hold your breath until he does so.

He studies you, brown eyes flickering along all the details of your face, before he’s suddenly tilting his head and erasing that last nose-breadth of length between you, his plush lips pressing against yours. You swear you let out a small sound of surprise from the back of your throat, swallowed by his kiss—yet despite the surprise, your eyes flutter closed, and you can’t help but marvel in the way his lips move against yours, soft and tender, and his fingertips play along the edge of your jawline where his hand had still been resting near your hair.

When Sunwoo pulls back, he immediately turns away, leaning back comfortably and eyeing the basket your sister had dropped off earlier. “Did you make us lunch?”

His sudden revert into a casual demeanor has a flush rising to your face, and you slap a hand over your mouth when a gasp falls from your lips. Sunwoo grins impishly, glancing at you with eyes alight with mischief. You cough into your hand, clearing your throat before pulling it away from your mouth and giving the flush on your cheeks a small wave.

Sunwoo chuckles next to you, not bothering to hide his amusement to your flustered reaction. You aren’t sure if that annoys you or otherwise, but you feel your stomach swirling again, the sound of his chuckle deep yet lighthearted.

Blooming, heartfelt emotions…

[violetnotez]

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Dabi x UA Traitor! reader

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WOW I finally posted??? 😦😦 Now that my school has been cancelled (thanks Corona!) I’ll finally be able to write a little more! 😋 I’m going to end this little series so I start working on other requests and fics I have ideas for

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Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3702

Warnings: cursing, Dabi being a WhOrE

Summary: Dabi has begun training you since your the newest rookie to enter the LOV, and things get a little heated.

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“Oh he didnt tell you?” Dabi smiled evilly, making your heart race. “We’re going out training tonight- just you and me.”

You internally screamed. What the hell Shigaraki?! He knew how much of a pervert Dabi secretly was- he didnt try that hard to hide it. SO why was Shigaraki trying to screw you over by placing you with this man you were slowly gaining reluctant feelings for?

“ Shigaraki thinks it would be a good idea for me to train you,” Dabi continued, hardly noticing the terror erupting inside you from being alone with him, “ since our quirks are similar. Help you feel out how to work alongside me once we put our plan into place.”

You simply nodded your head, trying to pretend you were cool and collected about learning this new information.

“Smart-alright, I’m in. I just need a place to change into my costume.”

“Oh, thats alright princess- I don't mind if ya do it right here. Matter of fact- I’d really love it if you do.”

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You and Dabi were standing in the middle of an empty field, the air around you warm and full of flaming embers, reds and blues mixing into purple in the night sky.

“Fix your form-your not focusing your power right.”

“Well maybe if somebody would stop dodging,” you panted out, your chest filling with slight annoyance,”I’d maybe- be able- to aim properly!”

You and Dabi had been doing this for quite a while, at least 30 minutes.

After that fateful day you had come to the LOV offering information for the Villian group, (particularly about Izuku Midoriya), in exchange for a place on the League, Shigaraki had been hesitant to let you join. But he had begun to realize you could be a good asset to the League of Villians after seeing how powerful your quirk could be. You had the look for a Villian: when you activated your powers, your body would turn a bright red, your eyes turning a deadly black color. Your powers were equally as interesting, as you could control fire on one side of your body while your other side was able to read the mind of anybody you touched. You went by “Demon”, and even though it annoyed Shigaraki to no end that you used a “stupid nickname”, he couldn’t avoid the fact that you could be good addition to the team. You were now training with Dabi under Shigaraki’s orders for your mission to invade UA at their summer camp, information you had generously given to Shigaraki as you were a student at the prestigious hero school.

“Or is it because your still flustered from changing into your suit?”

Dabi has moments ago given you your new Villian outfit, the feeling of the tight outfit restricting your breathing slightly with how heavy you were panting.

He grinned devilishly, making your already red cheeks redder. His icy blue flames came dangerously close to your skin, the scorching heat singing the tips of your hair.

“Watch it doll, we don’t want to be burning that pretty face of yours, do we?”

You threw him a dirty look, your chest heaving against the black material of your new suit. You were tired and overexerted, while Dabi stood there calmly, almost amused as sweat began to trickle down your fiery red skin: your quirk couldn’t last for long, no more than an hour at a time, and you could feel the power you had over it slowly diminish already. It took a lot for you to hold on to your altered form, which was something you had been working on at UA.

You shifted your feet, grounding yourself into the soft dirt. Even though Dabi was extremely attractive and a huge flirt, you wouldn’t allow him to make a fool out of you. You would use every last ounce of your power to make sure that he knew you were strong enough to fair against him.

“Well-“ you huffed out, “if somebody wasn’t trying to keep sneaking peeks like a perv-I wouldn’t have been all flustered in the first place!”

You threw a large fireball, the flames licking dangerously close to Dabi’s stomach, his torso swiveling a few seconds before it made an explosive impact. The flames hit a nearby tree, engulfing it in a ball of gray smoke as Dabi looked at you in shock.

“Guess I’m not the only one who needs to watch themselves, huh?” You snickered proudly at his dumbfounded expression.

Dabi shook his head, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. You were too damn persistent on one upping him-it was pretty cute. And that damn fireball was pretty powerful-he wouldn’t ever expect that much force to come from you. He watched as your face continued to hold that triumphant smile, even as your legs began to shake and your shoulders slumped from exhaustion. You were overexerting yourself, and he felt a part of him feel respect for you for putting up so much of a fight against him. He had to admit, as much as he was trying to play it off that he was in control, you were giving him a slight workout. They were obviously doing something right at UA, because a little newbie like you shouldn’t being fairing so well against an experienced Villain like him.

“You were lucky that time-I was distracted.” Dabi smirked again, letting his eyes travel up and down your body, allowing it to be blankly obvious that he was eyeing your form.

He was overly pleased with how your new Villain suit turned out- it was elegant, mysterious, and absolutely gorgeous on your figure. Not to mention that it hugged your body from head to toe. Dabi’s mouth was practically watering every time you did any type of maneuver that showed off your chest or your ass. Dabi’s mind was deep in the gutter, imagining what it would feel like to grab you. He loved to imagine how it would feel to coax sweet little moans out of you, to let his hands travel your body like he had wanted to do for so long.

Something about you made you irresistible to Dabi, as if you were this rare gem that had fallen into his life that he wanted so badly to be his.

“Distracted?” You panted, straightening your back as you tilted your head. “Or just looking somewhere your weren’t supposed to?”

Dabi shrugged, that proud smirk still plastered in his face. “Maybe a little bit of both.”

Your eyes looked down, your mouth biting the tender skin on the inside. Every Time he flirted with you, you got overly flustered-it was like Dabi had a hold of your precious feelings and he toyed with them like a hobby. You huffed out your breath, your lips in a slight pout. You wouldn’t let him get into your head-not that easy.

Dabi’s hand twitched, the image of your lips plumped out like that making his body go into overdrive. You had the most gorgeous face he had ever seen- with your lips moving all so prettily like that, he couldn’t help but just want to eat you up right then and there.

You let your feet leave the traction of the dirt, running quickly to charge him. Your body engulfed in flames, your hand and suit on your right side lighting up in a flurry of red and orange. The sweet night wind brushed against your skin, making the fire crackle and spit dangerously as you tried to land yet another hit.

Dabi dodged each one with ease, as if he had been anticipating each one. You grunted, swiveling your legs around in a crouch. You wanted so badly to prove it to him, to yourself, that you were worthy of a place in this team.

“Why are you trying so hard, Demon?” Dabi asked calmly, as if reading your mind. “Have something to prove?”

“No-“ you lied, wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead, “just feeling like kicking your ass a little.”

Dabi smirked, licking his bottom lip. God, why was your determination so goddamn hot to him?

He looked down at your body, noticing that your skin wasn’t a fiery red anymore- a few patches of your skin were turning into your original pigment, like paint being smeared off of skin. Dabi smirked-you were tired. How precious.

He quickly threw a blue flame your way, making you shriek as you dodged it.

“Dabi, what the hell-“ you yelled in shock.

Dabi swiftly grabbed your arm, now dangerously close to you now. His figure was towering over your smaller frame, his eyes scanning your body.

“You sure it’s just about beating me?” He interrogated in a low voice. You gulped, those icy blue eyes glaring into your soul, the warmth of his hand dangerously close to burning your skin.

“Or is it because of something else?

You stayed quiet-you couldn’t possibly tell him why you were trying so hard. You couldn’t even figure it out yourself. You knew you were so happy to be doing exactly what you knew you were capable of-but the past kept surfacing in your mind. The name calling, the fear, the suppression you faced because of how scary your quirk is-hell, your own family were terrified of you applying to UA because they didn’t want the world knowing who you truly were. They argued you to stay home, to go to a normal high school, not one meant for hero training.

“It’s safer,” you remembered your mother saying, “nobody will bother you if you don’t use your quirk.”

You knew they were just worried for you-your quirk did have many giving you strange stares once you activated it, some cringing out of terror. You were called names all the time, many of them unpleasant-everyone who knew of your quirk seemed to think you were a monster. And even if you did get someone who seemed more interested than scared than you, you’d always get the same remark-

“You’d make a very good Villian.”

“How’s UA doing? Having fun at your little Hero school?” Dabi broke through your thoughts, his low, silky voice sending a shiver down your spine as his grip tightened slightly.

“UA is….doing,” you shrugged, not wanting to gaze into those blue eyes. Everytime you looked into them, you seemed to lose all control over yourself.

You tried to use Dabi’s little small talk to get out of his intense hold, yanking your arm away with sudden force. Dabi seemed to anticipate your movements, as he quickly yanked your arm again, a quiet gasp slipping out your lips as he pushed your back painfully into his chest, immobilizing you.

“Just doing? Seems to me you're hiding something,” he snickered huskily into your ear, loving how flustered you became. Your heart was pacing, your legs shaking-the hold you had on your quirk was slipping as Dabi overpowered you. You shimmied harshly, only getting Dabi’s hold on you to be stronger.

“I think I know what’s going on-you want to prove your not a hero,” Dabi grinned devilishly, loving the feeling of your body against his, “You want to show your different from them. Why is that Demon?”

His voice was so calm and silky: he knew he was in control, and he was drinking up every second of it.

You huffed, a single strand of hair falling in your face. Those few words were sending your body into a frenzy, a sudden heat flooding your chest at those simple words. But even though Dabi was turning you into a flustered mess, unwanted Memories began to flood in your head:

You remembered Getting into UA and being put into Class 1B, the excitement and slight disappointment filling your body-your classmates crying in shock when you transformed for the first time, some shouting why you were even in one of the Hero courses if you looked so scary.

You remembered the way the teachers tried to cover you up, your hero suit completely covering your skin as if it wasn’t right for you to show off your quirk, at least just a little bit.

That whole school reeked of superstition and prejudice.

How foolish you were to think being a hero would gain you acceptance in society.

You grunted again, trying to get out of Dabi’s tight hold.

“Let’s just say,” you chided,

“I was a little demon thrust out of hell.

Because the Devil couldn’t cope with me.”

Dabi let those words sink in, absorbing each syllable you spoke.

He smiled, a chuckle rumbling out his chest, the vibration causing your back to shiver. He knew exactly what you were going through-you hated this world, this world that shut you out for being different.

“I’ve never heard truer words, dollface.”

Dabi let go of you, surprise flooding your body. You turned around, rubbing your arm, the skin beginning to turn back to your normal pigment.

Dabi stared down at your annoyed face, a soft smile unlike his usually seductive, lazy one gracing his bicolored lips.

He had never related to someone more, and it somehow being you made a strange sensation fill him. He still found you unbelievably attractive, the imprint of your body forever ingrained in his mind, making him wish you could stay close to him forever-but he now just wanted you for more than that. Something about you made him go crazy inside, this electric attraction he just couldn’t ignore.

You looked back at him, confusion plastered on your face-his smile was so much more...tranquil, blissful. He was looking at you with such adoration it made your heart palpitate and flutter with each passing beat.

“Why are you looking at me like that Dabi?” You smiled weakly, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

His slender fingers found themselves to the crook of your chin, raising it so he could see more of your beautiful face in the moonlight.

“Just wanted to see my little Demon a little better,” he grinned, that ever creeping blush making his insides go wild.

“What do you mean your-“ you began, but couldn’t finish as Dabi’s lips rammed themselves onto yours.

The kiss was anything but soft-it was rough, full of raw, unfulfilled emotions Dabi had been feeling for so long. His lips were strong, the scarred skin and metal prickling into your tender skin. But he was holding back-his wasn’t trying to overly touch you, which would surprised the hell out of you if you weren’t completely in shock.

You were tense, your brain going a million miles a minutes. He was kissing you? You knew he had some strange thing for you, he had made it panifully obvious, but you assumed it was a joke, a little game he liked to play- nothing serious that warranted this kind of desperate kiss. You were also terrified-doing this with Dabi muddled your plans-it created an emotional attachment you didn’t want.

You were scared of being rejected again like so many other times for being yourself.

But Dabi had accepted you, right? He was never phased by your transformation-in fact he seemed in awe with it. He didn’t treat you differently, or make you feel strange in your own skin-but then again, he was a Villian. He could be doing that to somehow get something of value out of you.

You felt your left hand itch, the hand that allowed you to look in other peoples minds-to see their deepest desires in that moment. Fear bubbled in you-this whole time you had been fighting with just your fire dominant hand from a far range. Your left hand scared you, it being the side that was harder to control for you. Who knew what you would see in Dabi’s mind? Were you ready to see whatever desires he wanted?

“Fuck it,” you thought blindly-you wanted to know, to get these confused emotions sorted out.

You tentatively kissed back, liking the roughness against you as you slide your shaking digits through his soft black hair.

An instant rush came over you, a blinding white light taking your vision whole.

Everything became hazy, the outer linings of your vision turning suddenly dark, gold flecks dancing across your eyes.

Your voice hitched, watching the blissful dream-like scene in front of you.

You were meet with another version of yourself, but instead, you were dressed in intricate black lingerie as you lounged on top of Dabi’s bare chest you both were sitting on a plush bed, your hips grinding into Dabi’s own. You were feverishly kissing his scarred neck as his hands traced every curve of your body hungrily, breathing moans of his name escaping out of you like a mantra. Both of you were so intense in your make out session, it was as if you two had never touched another person in your lives.

Before you could even process the scene, your sight instantly turned brighter as began to witness another desire.

You looked as you were again in something revealing, but not as sexual. This time, you were wearing a white shirt, it’s fabric loose around your body, it’s length stopping around your mid thigh. Something about that shirt was very recognizable: you craned your head for a better look, the unmistakable v-neck having to be Dabi’s own white shirt on your body. Your legs were tangled with his as you laid on his chest, the look on his face so blissful and sweet you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell.

Another and final blinding white light took over you, this time seeing something strange-it was an actual memory. It was the first time you and Dabi were alone together, you singing to one of your favorite songs as you were putting away papers for Shigaraki. Dabi has walked in on your little solo song session, you being too wrapped up in the lyrics to be that embarrassed. You had laughed as he rolled his eyes, expecting him to walk away like he did in real life.

But instead, he walked up to you, grabbing your hand, and twirling you around, bringing you gently close to his chest. He held you like that, your face a wreck as he chuckled. He had whispered something in your ear, making your eyes wide as he pulled you into a sweet kiss, the hazy lights quickly turning into black.

Your eyes shot open, all the images swarming into your head so quickly it made you feel dizzy. You instantly pulled away, feeling your chest begin to tighten as you stared at Dabi’s slightly confused face, that lazy smirk still on his lips.

“The hell was that?” he asked, malice gone from his voice as he looked at your now completely human form: it seemed like using your quirk sucked out any energy you had left.

“I-I,” yiu gulped, pushing a piece of hair away from your face, “I used my left side on you-I looked into your mind-“

“Huh.”

He looked towards the side, a thoughtful expression on his face. He didn’t really mind you looking in there-at least you knew how he felt towards you now. But the one thing that was concerning him was the last scene-he remembered that day, how he had found you so adorable, he just wanted to pick you up and never let you go. He wanted to tell you everything then and there-how attractive he found you, how you were so incredibly hot he couldn’t stand it, how he loved your personality and the way you got flustered-he loved every part of you, and wanted you to be his. But he didn’t-his emotions were too guarded. He didn’t want to be seen as weak, so he let that perfect moment go and he had been kicking himself in the ass for it ever since.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, swallowing thickly. He was too silent-you were terrified that he was angry with you for doing so intimate without his permission.

To your surprise, he smiled that mischievous grin that made your heart go crazy.

“No worries dollface,” he grinned, “I’m just happy we’re on the same page.”

“Now what I’m wondering,” he continued as he snaked a hand around your waist, pushing your body back into him, “is if you think the same about me?”

To your surprise, his voice wasn’t confident-he sounded almost nervous about your answer.

. “Maybe…,” You grinned, your voice shaking as you placed your hand again behind his head, “does this help?”

You then leaned your face, connecting your lips once again, feeling a delicious warmth fill your body. Dabi was this intense rush, with the harshness of his lips while his hands being so gentle, as if you were so delicate he could break you. His warmth was intoxicating, making you melt into his chest. You couldn’t breathe, the sensation and the smell of him turning your head into a fuzzy haze.

Finally, you were forced to part, both of your breaths a soft pant.

Dabi was in love with this-he desperately wanted to touch you more, to feel every part of you, but he knew he needed to take it slightly slow for you. Dabi knew he had to be a least a little patient-you were new to this lifestyle, this change in morales no matter how stubborn you were to say it. He didn’t want to overwhelm you- you had to walk before you ran. And right now, Dabi was surprised he was okay with this-you were intoxicating to be around, and just having a little intimacy was good enough for him.

“What were you telling me,” you asked in a daze, your feathery light voice making Dabi’s heart skip.

He cocked his head slightly in confusion, letting a hand rest on your hip.

“In the last scene,” you asked, “when you whispered-what did you say?”

He chuckled, that rumble in his chest making your chest tighten.

“I just wanted to know if you wanted to be mine,” he asked nonchalantly, as if it weren’t such a big deal.

“And what did I say?” You asked, your finger beginning to trace the outline of his collarbone.

His grip tightened on your hip, knowing full well you two were headed in dangerous territory if you kept up with touching him like that-you were making too damn hard to control himself.

“Yes,” he said through slightly gritted teeth, everything in him keeping from grabbing a handful of your ass.

“Huh-guess that little fantasy was right,” you smiled, bopping his nose delicately.

“What the hell?” His face instantly turned confused, a sweet laugh exploding out of your chest.

“Your so cute when you're startled,” you said between giggles, not noticing the way Dabi was looking at you with hunger in his eyes, his tongue licking his bottom lip.

“Ya know what would be even cuter?” He asked, his voice low and rough.

You hummed a response, your pretty eyes boring into his, making his stomach do a flip.

He grinned devilishly, knowing full well that what he was about to say would throw you for an unnecessary loop of emotions he had no remorse for doing.

“If we re-enacted that first little scene-think you’re up for some lingerie, dollface? Cause I know I am.”

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Tag List for this little Dabi Multi=Parter:

@cin-midnight​ @justaweaboonugget​ @missalicebaskerville​ @velvet-kissesss​ @nekee-lilac02​ @rubyninja1​ @placeoftime​ @lilushx @itskindofafairything​ @dinastilinski​ @cloudylove0601 

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Please don't let the rp get out of hand with pure smut. Don't get me wrong I like smut but I'd like to create an interesting plot with you and get to know you as well. I'm a hoe for that storyline- 

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Jeongin will be part of the list of boys you will be able to pick from. He's a legal adult so don't @ me ok-

Sometimes I forget to reply so if I don't reply for more than a day, I give you full permission to spam my bitchass as much as you like until I reply-

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Now since that's been taken care of, let's dive into the members prompts and plot lists-

Bang Chan(Werewolf Shifter): 

NSFW

He's a werewolf with a serious dEddy kink-

Can be both a hard and soft dom. Just depends on the moment. 

Can and will fuck you into the mattress-

Won't submit unless forced to because he's a stubborn little bItCh!

Don't disobey him or else you'll be punished-

Call him Chris or Daddy to get him wound up

Has a breeding kink due to his ruts (I'll avoid this kink if you request-)

Boi moans….a lot...

Actually it's not just moans, he grunts and groans and makes tiny noises but he honestly tries not to-

Boi has his hard dom reputation to live up to!

Also! Dear Lord-....being a wolf sure has its pros but for you they may as well equal to cons as well-

Example! Dude has super strength, baby and not to mention he's got this predator/prey thing goin on with him-

Like….will literally hunt your ass down in the house and fuck you upside down, forwards, sideways, you name it! 

He sees you as his play thing and would enjoy it if you ran so that he could chase you down- 

SFW 

He's actually super sweet

Loved to cuddle. Remember he's basically a puppy-

He gets jealous easy so refrain from bringing up other boys (unless you choose more than one boy but he still gets a tad bit possessive so….yeye) 

Will kiss you and hug you constantly 

Will not quit calling you cute/adorable cause he does not lie. All of y'all are cuties-

Please be cautious on a full moon, he can get pretty dangerous- 

Lee Minho(Warlock):

NSFW 

Ya boi likes to use certain spells to his advantage in the bedroom-

Aphrodisiac spells, conjuring up ice or candles or temperature play, using his magic to bind you to the bed without any sort of restraints, etc.

Dude has a crazy high sex drive tbh. He can go when-ever for how long where-ever

Hard dom for sure and will only submit if he wants something from you or will use it as leverage to punish you later- 

Don't make him angry! This boy is into all kinds of kinky shit and will punish you however he sees fit- 

If you happen to make him submit though he's got a softer side to him and will be extremely bratty! 

SFW 

Ok but seriously…. he's crazy good at magic 

Uses his powers to do pretty much everything-

Cooking, cleaning, potion brewing, etc.

Loves to use body manipulation to force your body into his so he can cuddle you-

He may not seem like it but he's a big ol softy-

Please kiss him! He needs to be loved on back or else he'll get clingy!

Seo Changbin(Incubus):

NSFW

Please beware of this boy's sex drive! It's way worse than Minho's! 

Like not even kidding! Boy can fuck you nonchalantly af while doing anything and not seem bothered! 

You on the other hand will most likely be a moaning mess while he's barely paying attention

He can and will fuck you silly without even trying-

That ability is literally in his genes seeing as he's basically a sex demon- 

He has a fascination with sex toys but barely uses them as he tends to forget about them easily

Will literally fuck you randomly-

Oh your doing paperwork? Not anymore! Watching tv? Nada! Cooking? Nope!

He's a huge switch but doesn't mind mainly domming if you're not a switch or dom yourself-

SFW

This man is basically a 5 year old in a man's body sometimes-

Like he does some of the dumbest shit you could think of…

Sliding down the stairs on a piece of cardboard after pouring water down them is a prime example-

Even though he's a literal idiot he knows you love him and wouldn't have him any other way. 

Majorly cHaOTic- 

He tries to act all tough and cool but honestly he's a big ol baby!

Speaking of baby-

Boy loves to be babied as much as possible even if he doesn't admit it. 

Like he just loves cuddles and any type of skinship tbh.

Will kiss you when you're unprepared and will laugh at you if you get startled-

May sometimes randomly text you out of pure boredom cause even though he's an incubus, boy still suffers from quarantine boredomitus- 

Hwang Hyunjin(Dragon Shifter):

NSFW

Ok so...another boy with a breeding kink???!!!(If you request to not have this kink I'll avoid it)

If you're into the breeding kink thing, he will literally fill you up until you're oozing and simply cannot hold anymore of his essence- 

No pregnancies though cause….gross...children *shudders in disgust* 

Will degrade you until your a crying and whimpering mess for him

Will most likely demand that you beg for his cock-

He's fuckin extra like that. Don't ask me, I don't make the rules. Someone call him up and ask him why tf he's like that. 

Sinful moans to the max! He's very vocal during sex!

Like...dirty talk is a must! He says some of the most sinful shit you've ever heard-

I know I mentioned degrading but damn can he praise you to the moon and back as well if you're being a good little girl/boy for him-

Enjoys calling you princess for some reason.

SFW

As a dragon, he hoards "treasures" 

Which means everything shiny in your house is getting tucked away into his nest of blankets, pillows and covers. 

Boy can breathe fire so he does little tricks with his fire breath for you

Make sure you tell him how talented he is or he'll get cranky 

He's a sassy little shit!!!!!! Sdhkedjalwld!!!!!!!!

Teases you just to see you get upset

Since he's a dragon he can regulate his body heat so when it's cold he's basically your personal heater. 🤗

Han Jisung(Tengu):

NSFW

Bird boi is at max horniness all the time tbh. 

Most of the time,since he's part crow, he will make a nest in the bed with covers and pillows before fucking you???

Don't judge him, he's born like that-

He can and will use his wings to distract you

If your successfully distracted he will pounce on you as if he were part cat instead of bird- 

He likes missionary or doggy style if his wings are out so that it doesn't hurt or strain them. 

He's a cocky little shit tbh-

Says some of the crudest shit just to get you flustered. He has no censor and he just keeps on goin-

Will thrust into you with no mercy because he knows his baby can take it and will use the safe word if it gets to be too much.

Does not hold back on the kinks! He will try anything at least once! 

Unless its bdsm while his wings are out cause that's dangerous-

SFW

He too like Hyunjin, likes to steal your shiny objects such as jewelry and such. 

It's not his fault tbh, it's purely his genetics

And in all fairness, he desperately tries not to but his genes always get the best of him-

He likes to watch you dance. He doesn't quite know why, it's just really hypnotic 

Has tried to befriend birds at the park before-

Didn't work. They just flew away from him like they do normal people-

Speaking of birds, he once almost lost his shit when he saw someone throw breadcrumbs on the ground and damn near threw himself to the floor to get to them-

He's lowkey a dumbass tbh. Smh- 

Lee Felix(Vampire):

NSFW

Major blood kink-

Like his dick will get 10× harder at the scent of your blood.

Being a vampire, he finds it hard to control himself around you if you start to bleed. 

Will suck hickies onto your skin before, during and after sex-

He just likes the teasing temptation to bite you as he can taste the blood buildup under your skin 

Will sink his teeth in your neck, wrists and thighs without so much of a second thought- 

Would honestly love it if you pulled his hair while he drinks from your thighs

And then would totally eat you out as if he were starving right after feeding of you- 

And honestly, he's damn good with his tongue!

Also, boy has a deep ass voice! 

And if you can get off from it, he'll use it against you for sure-

SFW

Since he's a vampire, he likes to use his super speed to scare the fuck outta you

Like you'd be doin something and outta nowhere he'd pop up right in front of you-

Queue girly startled scream from you~

He'd laugh at you after cause he finds it hilarious.

He gets kinda clingy but his skin is cold so make sure you wear warm clothes when cuddling him 

Speaking of cuddles-

It happens everywhere and all the time

His duality is like a light switch btw

One second he's all giggly and happy and the next he's all serious and deep voiced-....

Won't let you leave the house at night...like at all

Will most likely hunt you down if you happen to sneak past him and actually make it outside-

Kim Seungmin(Merman Shifter):

NSFW

Has a corruption kink

Choking kink to the max

Literally will eat you out in the water

Enjoys seeing you squirm

Forced submission is his domain

Will act bratty and deny you everything until you’re so worked up that you end up begging

He likes testing your limits and will push until he sees fit (with consent ofc-)

Switches between a hard and a soft dom just to confuse you

Will smile innocently as he watches you squirm, as if it wasn’t his fault because it’s not-

Literally the god of edging and orgasm denial

Is more of a lazy dom, he’ll be laying down while you suck him off as he fingers you open slowly

Can be on bottom or top, but he’s the one in control unless said otherwise

He likes it when you suck on his fingers without him having to tell you to

Will 10/10 take advantage of you if you waltz in drunk (would have to be discussed beforehand)

SFW

Literally will cling to you 24/7

You’ll walk in on him half asleep in the tub in the middle of a bubble bath at midnight

Will accidentally flood your kitchen sink because “there needs to be more water in the house”

Constantly needs to consume or be submerged in water or else he’ll get sleepy

He eats a lot of Tic-Tacs- like, a lot

Enjoys blowing up bubblegum and always has some with him

He goes crazy for bubbles so blow some with him

Likes to dance with you randomly to whatever song is playing

He enjoys planning surprise dates!

Ice cream fanatic- he goes crazy for that, it’s a wonder why he isn’t broke yet

Actually worries a lot about you and will constantly baby you

Likes to listen to soft classical music when he’s sleeping

Loves to prank you and then cuddle you afterwards because he needs attention-

Yang Jeongin(Angel):

NSFW

Boy has an oppa kink for sure-

Call him oppa, he gets a kick out of it

As an angel he has a softer way of turning you into a whining mess than the rest.

Much like Jisung, he will use his wings to distract you but will be more subtle about it-

Please say everything and anything that's unholy. He will get a kick outta that too-

Likes to please more than to be pleased

Like….sit on his face and he will go at it for hours baby-

He will honestly love to be subbed and put into his place

BUT

When he doms you, you best believe that you're in for a ride

He enjoys bdsm quite a bit. Maybe a little too much.

Like, as long as his wings are tucked in, please tie him up

And if he's dom he'll waste no time in making sure that your arms and legs are tied/cuffed to the bed posts.

Also has a sensory deprivation kink along with overstimulation-

SFW

He LOVES to be babied tbh

Like please watch disney movies with this moron

Enjoys sweets a little bit too much- 

Can actually cook pretty decently so you know for sure you won't be going hungry-

Can and will sing you to sleep cause he knows he has a beautiful voice

Sassy and conceded little shit-

When bored, he will bug you for hours on end until you entertain him 

Please give him extra love and affection cause he will die on the spot if you refuse to- 

He's really silly and extra so be prepared for multiple surprises around the house

Like sticky notes on the fridge or counter saying "I love you" and "I may be an angel but you're my saviour" and other cheesy shit like that-

Ok but....how the hell did this also turn in a headcannons post????

Anyways enjoy and choose wisely! Remember that you can pick more than one member but if you could kindly keep the max to 3 that's be helpful- 

Have fun and don't be shy to dm or ask me anything, my lovelies!!!

[second-chance-stray]

(Split Ends) RP Log: Cravs, Riylli, and Rising revisit Baldur in Limsa Lominsa.

Cravendy Hound - After entrusting Baldur, the ill-fated boy, to the healers based in Limsa Lominsa, the trio decided to head back to the company...at Crav's insistence, really. Every extra second spent in the maritime city was a second too much. And so, after taking the aetheryte home, we find the three on the company lawn.

Riylli Aliapoh lets out a stretch as they arrive, a bit groggy from the teleporting. "It's a shame you missed it Cravs, Rising ran in while I was castin' one of my spells and I knocked her a clean 20 fulms in the air!" She said, grinning with a bit too much pride. She then seemed to remember Rising was still there. "...By the way, you okay?"

Rising Lotus was patched up after their encounter as well, her right arm was coating in bandages, along with some other patches along the exposed skin of her body. She winced with each step, the healers picking all the needles from her form and now leaving her body to do the rest of the healer. She merely grumbled as Riylli spoke to her, putting her weight on her spear to take some of it off her leg.

Cravendy Hound: "Magic and melee don't mix, Riylli. But, er, 'ow are ye 'oldin' up, Risin'? That injury ye got looked somethin' fierce."

Riylli Aliapoh rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, taking that as a 'no'. She turned back to Cravs, deciding to ignore the issue like a mature adult. "So... Y'wanna tell us what that was all about? Why're you goin' so far to help this guy's kid?"

Rising Lotus: "...I'll be fine. Kinda a feel like layin' down." she glanced at Riylli, nodding afterwards "Aye. I'm curious 'bout that too."

Cravendy Hound: "I'm still confused 'ow a cactaur of all things made it to La Noscea. Could be a freak accident, but somethin' about it doesn't sit right with me." She sighs in thought, brow knitted and bothered. "....Ah. Uh. I guess I owe ye all an explanation."

Riylli Aliapoh plopped herself down on the step, ready for a story

Cravendy Hound: "Oi, get up! I-I'm not gonna bore ye with all the details," Cravs stammers. "Look. I made a promise to the kid's father. 'is dyin' wish was to see his son grow strong, with his own strength."

Riylli Aliapoh tilted her head. "...Y'know... It aint really his own strength if we had to step in to help... You sure you should be meddlin' like this? I mean, it was just a little cactus thing"

Rising Lotus "...Someone might not want that. I remember the merchant mentionin' somethin' 'bout some folk not carin' for him or his family or somethin'." she shrugs, wincing in pain afterwards "...also cactuar are from Thanalan, don't know how one would of gotten there."

Cravendy Hound nods to Riylli. "I agree, and originally, I just wanted to see if 'e was doin' okay. But this cactaur business...I think someone /else/ is meddlin' with 'im. And if we meddle to remove the meddler, then it'll cancel out, right?"

Riylli Aliapoh 's ears perked up in interest. "Y'mean someone left that cactus out there to take the kid out? Who exactly was this kid's sire? Why's he got so many enemies that would go so far as to try and kill his kid after he's already gone?"

Cravendy Hound shifts in place, heat under the collar. Unusually, she speaks slowly and thoughtfully, as if the wrong word could set off a mine. "Kid's father was a pirate captain, but one with...'onor, I suppose. Steal from the rich, give to the poor. Which lead 'im to rob from the same, powerful set of targets."

Cravendy Hound: "If ye got raided by Captain Thorne, ye didn't -just- lose yer shite. It was a kind of...a mark. A blow to yer pride, and that didn't sit well the rich."

Riylli Aliapoh thinks about this for a moment. "...So if we know who the targets are, why don't we just hop over an' kick their teeth in? Bet that'd gettem to stop messin' with the kid!"

Rising Lotus huffs, closing her eyes tightly for a few moments before glaring at Cravs. "...So what's gonna happen when these powerful targets  learn we're helpin' the kid? Last thing I need is to be marked like the boy, or if they learn we work for Heartwood an' create problems for the others."

Cravendy Hound: "That's step one. Gotta find who's still got it out for the kid, out of a handful of options." She then turns to Rising. "As long as we don't do anythin' illegal we should be alright. And we can threaten to expose 'ow they torment a kid to keep them from doin' anything to us."

Cravendy Hound: "Nothin' illegal, alright? That means even if they're an ass, we can't just kick their teeth in." Cravs lectures to Riylli.

Riylli Aliapoh frowned. "It aint illegal if they're a bad guy! And ain’t kickin' teeth in how pirates settle their differences anyroad?"

Rising Lotus tried to give Cravs a skeptical look, but just ended up grimacing from the shift of posture, then just looked exhausted. "That ain't how it work if you're rich. Can get away with anythin'."

Cravendy Hound: "That's not 'ow the law works! And while that may be 'ow we settle problems on water, on land...under the Admiral's stink eye, we'd probably cause more trouble doin' that."

Cravendy Hound: "The rich still 'ave their pride. I'm thinkin' if word got out that the bugger pesters a goddamn child for 'is late father's legacy, it'd be enough to twist their arm."

Riylli Aliapoh looked to Rising, then to Cravs, and then up to the sky as she let out an exasperated sigh. "...Y'see? This is exactly why we Miqo'te got our own rules..." She grumbled, before finally looking back down. "Fine! We'll do it your way! But if any of 'em tries to swing at me it's fair game, yeah?"

Rising Lotus grumbled, pretty much done with the day. "Well in the case it does go tits up, we can handle ourselves much better than that boy I 'spose."

Cravendy Hound nods. What an exhausting day. "...well. Ye look like ye could use two days worth of sleep, Risin'. That's all I 'ad to say."

Riylli Aliapoh hops to her feet and dusts off her pants. "Alright! Just gimme a shout whenever you get a lead or whatever. Always happy to lend my skills to a good cause!" She flashes Cravs a grin, and very pointedly tries not to look over to the wounded Rising

Rising Lotus "...Aye. You know how to reach us. Though we ought to expect somethin' worse than a cactuar next time." she sighed and started making her way toward the door.

(Cravendy Hound) seems a good place to timeskip to next scene? any last posts and then :P )) (Rising Lotus) I'm good!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Timeskip ready! (Cravendy Hound) AAAHH that outfit!!! )) (Cravendy Hound) the blade harness xD )) (Rising Lotus) Oh yeah I don't think you've seen her in it yet!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (No fair, its so hard to get glams for Riylli ;-; (Cravendy Hound) it looks extremely good )) (Cravendy Hound) *timeskips in same outfit* xD )) (Cravendy Hound) HERE we can at least start in the company so it doesn't feel like, literally seconds after xD )) (Rising Lotus) Guess we'll have to have a fashion montage for Riylli at some point)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Yknow what, its totally canon that RIylli only has one set of clothes (Cravendy Hound) ahahaha )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Oh, I DO actually have a glamour change! (Rising Lotus) so pick out something new then we can figure out how she got it!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (alakazam (Rising Lotus) mask (Cravendy Hound) fjkdslf just the gloves?! )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Theyre bandages ^o^ Shes been practicing the fire spell! (Rising Lotus) Damn I thought you were just going to throw that mask on xD))

Cravendy Hound - A week later, Cravs has reached out to Riylli and Rising for company (or maybe help?) again. It's related to the business in Limsa Lominsa, and she's wearing her disguise dress again. Oh boy.

Rising Lotus was eyeing the bandages wrapped around Riylli's hands. "...How's that fire spell going?"

Riylli Aliapoh grins to Rising. "It's goin' well! I got the basic formula down, just gotta work on intensity and duration!" She beams proudly, giving Rising a bandaged thumbs up.

Cravendy Hound: "That...looks painful."

Riylli Aliapoh gives a mock bow. "You gotta suffer for art y'know"

Rising Lotus couldn't help but smirk at Riylli's enthusiasm. "...We'll get it down before you touch anythin' we fish up..or the lava." she turned her attention to Cravs, holding back a snicker at seeing her dolled up again. "You find out more 'bout the boy then?"

Cravendy Hound: "Seems ye got some more sufferin' to do then," Cravs notes in a bright tone.

Cravendy Hound: "Right, the Baldur business - I narrowed it down to a couple of names. But that's as far as I can go gatherin' information out 'ere. Thought it'd be more efficient to ask the kid 'imself. Which means." Cravs gestures to her outfit. "I'll need some escorts to talk for me once we're in Limsa again."

Riylli Aliapoh was clearly enjoying the attention, but quieted down to let Cravs speak. "Why not just talk to the kid as Cravs? If he's lost his sire, it... might be nice for him to know he's still got people close to him out there..."

Rising Lotus "Hmm...'spose maybe she doesn't want him to turn her in for the gil? If he really needs to be supportin' him an' his mom anyway." she shrugged. "Doesn't look like the type to sell out someone who's helpin' him though."

Cravendy Hound went as white as a sheet at the suggestion. "A-ah, that's...Uhh, we've got, um. A misunderstandin' between us. If 'e knew it was me, 'e'd flip out for sure. Trust me, it's easier this way." Cravs clears her throat and then hurries out before Riylli or Rising can ask further.

Cravendy Hound - The trip over is pretty awkward. If the subject was brought up again, Cravs would simply pick up the pace and pretend not to hear. And, once the trio were in Limsa, her lips were sealed, clarification frustratingly out of reach. That said, she was definitely walking somewhere with purpose.

Rising Lotus gave up askin' fairly quick, she knew she wouldn't get anywhere at the moment. She'd pry it out of her later though, one way or another. "So... you know what he'll be up to today? Or you jus' hopin' we run into him?"

Riylli Aliapoh wouldn't bring it up again, at the very least smart enough to see Cravs didn't want to talk about it. Instead, she would offer fun facts of things she had learned so far in her research. "...So, did you guys know that a forge runs hotter than lava?"

Cravendy Hound mimes holding something heavy and swinging it around. And to Riylli's fact, she gives the miqo'te a doubting look. Really?

Riylli Aliapoh nods. "Yeah! Turns out lava is only like... half as hot as your average blacksmith forge! It aint even hot enough to melt iron! Makes my job easier, but it's kinda disappointin' y'know?"

(Riylli Aliapoh) (Thank you for subscribing to Lava Facts)

Cravendy Hound desperately wants to ask if that's how Riylli has been testing her fire shield spell - by dunking her hands in a forge. Cravs moves her hands around as if dipping them in something.

Riylli Aliapoh tilts her head, unable to figure out the mimicry. "Can't you like... at least whisper or somethin' when were alone? Surely they don't got ears everywhere?"

Cravendy Hound looks around and finds it acceptably empty. "Did ye dunk yer 'ands in the forge to test yer spell?!" She whisper-yells.

Rising Lotus narrowed her eyes at Cravs "...So he's... carrying somethin'.. then puttin' it in the oven?" she seemed to be combining the conversations. Then Cravs actually spoke. "Oohh you're talkin' 'bout that. I hope you didn't do that, use a fire or somethin' first Riylli."

Riylli Aliapoh blinks at her. "What? You crazy? What if the spell failed?" She said, shaking her head. "Nah, I've been usin' a campfire! Got a problem with the magic runnin' out too fast though..." She muttered, rubbing her poor cooked hands

Cravendy Hound stifles back laughter, and pats Riylli on the back. There there.

Rising Lotus: "I can get ya some cream for that. Know a gobbie that makes some quality stuff. Don't worry it works too, used it after gettin' a nasty burn from some giant bug sparyin' me with gunk."

Riylli Aliapoh grumbles and glares up at Cravs at the treatment, but lets it slide since she couldn't tell if it was meant to be mocking or not. "...That'd be great, thanks. I don't gotta pay for it, right?"

Cravendy Hound: "Bug....gunk? Bug gunk...That sounds. Hm." Cravs raises a brow at Rising but doesn't say more.

Rising Lotus "Well I ought to considerin' how you made me a pin cushion on our last outin' together." she snickered a bit, the first time she cracked a joke about it. "But nah, he owes me one anyhow. Next time I'm up there I'll grab ya some." she gave Riylli a firm pat on the back.

Riylli Aliapoh grumbled again, but couldn't really argue back. "...Thanks." She muttered, not exactly enthused about all this back-patting she was receiving

Cravendy Hound had earlier given Rising a notepad with names written in it. One of them, hopefully, belonged to the person who was harassing the kid. Her heels clicking on the docks, Cravs would eventually lead the little crew to a dusty corner of Limsa where the kid (B) was presently practicing his form with the ax.

Cravendy Hound - The heavy ax is far too big for the kid. Every swing pulls him comically forward with the weapon. He stops his 'practice' and looks up at the approaching trio with a wide smile. "I remember you two! You helped me with that monster the other day."

(Cravendy Hound) more back pats )) (Cravendy Hound) i demand more )) (Rising Lotus) I feel like Riylli and Rising would have back pats that would eventually devolve into a hitting contest)) (Cravendy Hound) actually cravs and rising would have to squat down to pat Riylli's back ahah - otherwise it'd be a head pat )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Cravs and Rising know it's too dangerous to headpat Riylli, they'd probably get bit (Cravendy Hound) sometimes my tall friends would use my head as an arm rest.....annoyed me, and yet I can see Cravs doing that to Riylli lmao )) (Rising Lotus) I've done that to my shorter friends before xD))

Riylli Aliapoh perked up as she got recognized by the kid, offering him a friendly wave. "Hey! How are you holdin' up after all them needles?"

Rising Lotus watches the boy fling himself with his strikes, smirking with every swing.  "Aye that was us." she eyed up his weapon for a few moments. "You ought to get somethin' a bit lighter by the way, gonna leave yourself open if you take too long liftin' your weapon."

Cravendy Hound - The kid bashfully itches the tip of his nose. "I'm doing fine, thanks to you all...Woke up on the softest bed I've ever been on in my life, healing expenses all covered." Baldur's eyes drift over to Cravs, and then back to Riylli and Rising. "Oh, I plan to! I'm just using this old thing because it was the only thing I could afford. Once I earn enough, I'll buy a better one...after everything else, haha."

Cravendy Hound turns away, avoiding eye contact. It's overkill given that she's wearing a mask.

Rising Lotus eyed Cravendy, she had to pay for the needle removal out of her pocket. "...well I'm sure them healers were excited for the chance to de-needle someone. Don't see many cactuar over here after all, bit strange." she nodded as he brought up upgrading his armor and weapon. "A good set of armor is jus' as important as a good weapon, smart thinkin'."

Riylli Aliapoh nudged Rising with her foot to try and bring her back to the task at hand, snatching the list out of her hands. "Hey, so... Were kinda lookin' into something, think you might be able to help us out? You know any of the names on this list?"

Cravendy Hound - Baldur nods enthusiastically, dreads bouncing on top of his head. Admiration for Rising and Riylli is practically gushing from every inch of the kid. "So that was a cactaur? I've never seen one before."

Cravendy Hound - Baldur snaps into attention. "Oh, right away! I'd be thrilled to help you two out. Let's see..." He takes the list and scans it. "Only this last one. Mindred Rot. She's who I go to if I need a loan."

Rising Lotus "Aye, I grew up 'round them, used to hit them with sticks then ru-" she glanced at Riylli as she bumped her and had the list snatched away.

(Cravendy Hound) dfsd hit them with sticks and run???? chaos child )) (Rising Lotus) She didn (Rising Lotus) didn't have toys or anything xD Played with bugs and lizards and cactuars))

Riylli Aliapoh raised her eyebrow at the name. "...'Mindred Rot'? Well that's a bad guy name if I've ever heard one." She said, nodding along until she remembered Cravs' full name. "Er... Right, anyroad, what's she like? If she lends you money she can't be that bad, right?"

(Riylli Aliapoh) (Poor riylli about to learn the horrors of capitalism)

Cravendy Hound - Baldur smiles as he hands the list back to Riylli. "Oh, yeah, her name's pretty rotten. But in some ways...she looks after me. No one else'll give my family loans."

Rising Lotus "You need to get out of the woods more..." she shook her head at Riylli's comment. She hummed at Baldur's words about the woman. "Hmm, how generous of her."

Riylli Aliapoh wrinkled her nose. "Honestly I'd rather get out of the woods less... How in the world do you lot handle that salt in the air?"

Cravendy Hound - Baldur's gaze wanders to Rising's axe, and then to Riylli's staff. "So, you two must be adventurers, huh? You think you could teach me a thing or two? Punch better, smarter, harder? Oh, and! I didn't mean to be rude." He turns to Cravs. "Who's your friend?"

Rising Lotus Grinned, giving him a nod. "Aye! Do a lot of guard an' merc work. Takin' me all over, mostly back an' forth between Idyllshire an' places though. This one is still gettin' her footin' for it though." she snickered a bit as she eyed Riylli. "Oh, an' that's Singin' Gull. She's uh...a great singer an' has to save her voice most the time. We're guardin' her on her...singing journey?"

Riylli Aliapoh puffed her chest out. "Yup! Name's Riylli, Warrior of Earth!" she declared proudly, possibly forgetting Cravs and Rising were in earshot. "I'm a master of earth magic, but I'm sure I could give you some tips! Oh, and this is..." She trails off, staring at Cravs as her mind blanks on what her alias was. Thankfully Rising was there to have her back, though the Roegadyn still earned herself a glare from her little comment

Cravendy Hound 's frown twitches slightly. Singing Gull the Singer. Really? But she goes along with it anyway.

Cravendy Hound - Baldur's mouth forms an 'o' in awe. "Idyllshire? Never even heard of the place. Sounds cool though...And magic? How would I even start?" He turns back for a second to rest his rusty axe against a crate, and then hops right back into the conversation. "Like, just think really hard and magic happens? Hrrrghhhh.."

Riylli Aliapoh shook her head at the kid. "Nah, it aint that simple. It's more like... Y'know how you can move your fingers with your mind? You basically do that, but you move your aether about instead, and get THAT aether to move the aether OUTSIDE of you, and... Honestly I might not remember all the lessons, it's kinda just a reflex at this point. But you shouldn't be wastin' your talents on magic anyroad! You're a highlander right? You're gonna have plenty of muscle when you grow up, you should use-

Riylli Aliapoh -that instead!"

Rising Lotus could talk for hours about Idyllshire, but she resisted and tried to steer the conversation back on topic, which of course meant giving Riylli a light smack to the arm to get her to focus up. "Anyway, you know were we could find this Rot lady? Gull here is lookin' for gil for her next performance an' were hopin' to find some donations."

Cravendy Hound - Baldur is trying so hard to follow Riylli's explanation, but it leaves the poor kid's brain all tangled. "Huh, what? Huh? Uhh, oh, you want to meet Miss Rot? She's usually really busy so I have to schedule in advance. But I can ask if she's free to meet you all next time."

Riylli Aliapoh sighs. "Y'mean we gotta come all the way out here again..? Fine, I guess... Not like we can just go kick the doors down and demand to talk to her after all..." She muttered, offering a small glare to Cravs out of the corner of her eye

Rising Lotus cleared her throat, glaring at Riylli as she glared at Cravs "We'd appreciate that, jus' say that..uh..an up an' comin' singer is lookin' for fundin'. " she gave Baldur a nod, hoping that selling Cravs like that would make her the perfect target for a loan shark.

Cravendy Hound looks similarly annoyed, but shakes her head no to Riylli. It's not like they could go in there with wild accusations anyway - seemed worth strategizing over first.

Cravendy Hound - With the night fast approaching, Cravs motions with her hand to signal her intention to head home. Without bothering to wave goodbye to Baldur, she walks on ahead.

Rising Lotus watches Crav hurry away. "Uh sorry..." she put her hand to her mouth to muffle her words "Sort of a diva that one. Good luck out there lad!" she gave him a thumbs up before hurrying after 'Singing Gull'.

Riylli Aliapoh sighed once for not being allowed to rampage mindlessly, then once more as Cravs walked away without saying bye to the kid. She offers Baldur a wave. "You keep practicin' okay? We'll come by and see you again later, and maybe I'll share some of my adventurin' secrets with you!"

Cravendy Hound is a good distance ahead. As she passes by a stranger, there's some kind of odd collision that ends up tripping Cravs. Her mask drops off and rolls a few ilms forward as the stranger awkwardly, but quickly, makes their escape without even a sorry.

Cravendy Hound scrambles to recover the headware and fasten it back on. By the time Riylli and Rising have caught up, she's still kneeled over on the floor, troubled.

Riylli Aliapoh pretty much has to run to keep up with Cravs' long-legged walking, blinking in confusion as she notices her state. "H-Hey, you alright?"

Rising Lotus hurries to catch up to Cravs, quickly stepping in front of her to shield her face as she glanced around. "Aye..did you know that man or somethin'?"

Cravendy Hound: "I'm fine. Rattled is all." She whispers as she wobbles back up and takes a deep breath. ".....no, I didn't recognize them."

Rising Lotus looked around at the few bystanders eyeing the scene. "Maybe it'd be best to get out of here...before there's a chance to cause more of a scene." she said the last part in a whisper. Last thing they needed was the yellow jackets upon them.

Riylli Aliapoh raises her arm up seemingly to try to comfort her, only to hesitate and lower it back down. "...Let's talk outside of the city, all this salt is starting to make me sick..." She says, awkwardly attempting to give Cravs an out

Cravendy Hound: "...Right. No point in worrying about it now. Let's just get out of 'ere." She mutters.

[derangedhyena-zoids]

So, random headcanon blather time mainly re: Zero, One, and zoidian apocalypse bullshit since I want to note things while I’m thinking about them:

One really hasn’t changed much since I made him up. In fact he actually seeded an entire ... idk what to call it, line of personal tropes? It’s complicated. 

But yhea. He’s basically the same. One is basically amoral, and views things through an extremely animalistic lens. Very short-term-goals oriented, doesn’t really think much in the long term - not because he can’t, but because he doesn’t see the point. By this same token he’s indifferent to the concept(s) of being worshiped (or not) - if it works to his advantage, cool, if not, whatever. Just don’t mess with him and he won’t care. He’s hopelessly devoted to Vega, and despite being brought into existence by the power of the Zoid Eve, fails to believe in it as a deity. He has basically no patience and very little sense of humor; what little he does have is, as one might expect, fairly morbid and dark. He thinks highly of himself and has a lot of pride, though it’s all rooted in a realistic assessment of his abilities so... can you blame him? It’s also difficult to tell because he doesn’t act prideful, in fact he doesn’t act like much at all. Most times you’d wonder if he was even listening because he doesn’t react or emote much, visibly. If he does, it’s usually anger. He has a hard time understanding nuance and lacks empathy.

Zero, however, has changed. Quite a lot. 

For one, Zero’s way more of a dick now. (pre-KYH he was also WAY more of a dick because he, very literally, felt entitled to be worshiped as a god.) And while he’s extremely inclined to help people, he’s not selfless. (also, I don’t know how many people acknowledged this at the end of the No Future comic, but Zero straight-up was abandoning Zeke.) Unlike One, he has a lot of patience, and is not easily frustrated. And also unlike One, he tends to think of things on a longer timeline, though given his and the Liger’s screwed-up memory, this can be Weird. He likes to nap a lot because frankly he’s tired of the world’s bullshit. Part of the reason Bit’s having such a time in Echo with the flashbacks is because Zero’s memory is incredibly damaged, as was the Liger’s. As Zero heals/regenerates after the initial reformation in K&G, he’s regaining some of his memories because he has the ‘resources’ available to spread out and sort through things out a little better. Unfortunately those ‘resources’ are Bit. But by this same token they’re incredibly bonded, as they both are to the Liger.  Historically speaking, both Zero and One were taken in by their respective “main groups” after the battle at Eveopolis. The split Death Scorpion and Zero were eventually able to defeat the Death Saurer, and Zero was then able to deal with the squabbling Scorpions. Zero was still standing at the end of all this, and was hailed as a hero. He was regarded as a leader and a savior after this, expected to help the survivors. One was out of the fight shortly after being fucked up by Zero, just as the Scorpion had initially been split. The group that saw One as the hero here were mortified to see him cast aside, and after all was said and done and they fled the city, they brought One with them. The damage that the Death Saurer had managed to do in its blithering rage was basically world-ending, though. As mentioned prior a lot of the “goo” worldwide was dried up initially or dried up shortly thereafter, severely restricting breeding grounds for Organoids and Zoids alike. A lot of the water, both surface and atmosphere, was evaporated as well, fucking up weather, temperature, soil, you name it. 

(It’s STILL fucked up, albeit settled into a ‘new normal.’) The sun got blotted out, and water was scarce. Most vegetation died. This really sucked for the uh, basically-vegan Zoidians. Under the extreme conditions the Zoids and Organoids couldn’t produce anything extra to help, either.

Between air becoming unbreathable in places (from toxic metals being vaporized by heat from chain-reactions set off by the DSaurer) and the basics for survival going away, Zoids, Zoidians and Organoids alike started to die off en masse. Though the Zoids and Organoids were better able to withstand the poor conditions, they desperately tried to help their partners. As Zoidians died and Organoids panicked, feral behavior started to set in and infighting started, often destroying what remained of many groups.  Tech wasn’t equal across various Zoidian nations and cultures. Some had the capsules (or similar) figured out and in place for emergencies. Some didn’t. After it was determined there weren’t any known habitable places left, those with knowledge of these capsules had started directing people to go to the locations with them.  Decent groups would pick up other ailing groups if they found them and urge them to come with them. Less decent groups... well... The group that had taken One with them (surprise, Hiltz’s group) were not immune to the issues and panic setting in as everything around them started to fail. They went hard after other groups for their resources, and had no issue with slaughtering whole caravans to take their ever-dwindling supplies and eat their Zoids and Organoids. (pls note that they were already crossing ten tons of lines by doing the latter, it was almost universally considered taboo to kill Organoids except in self-defense, a longstanding rule because everyone had Organoids, and nobody wanted to deal with the consequences of losing theirs. Hiltz’s group started *targeting* the Organoids in the caravans specifically, which - after they’d killed just a few, the victim group would be in such panicked disarray it’d be easy to pick apart.) It was the Organoids who started eating the Zoidians who’d been killed, as the group’s own Zoids were thin on resources and symbiosis became impossible. One, throughout all this, was provided sufficient food to recover, and when he awoke was faced with a desperate, violent lot that pleaded for his help. 

One was already fucked up at this point, but hadn’t lost much coherence yet; he was basically like  “survival of the fittest, lol. I’m sure you can figure it out” ....which they basically took as permission to become outright cannibals. Anytime anyone showed signs of failing health/weakness, they were swarmed and torn apart by the group. So what basically started happening is folks masking issues to the point of collapse, at which point they... well, were still ripped apart. They also had their own capsule tech and likewise were headed to their major sites for it, albeit with great difficulty. There were several smaller sites on the way, and some especially fit survivors were placed in these, the idea being that they’d be more likely to survive in smaller groups later when they re-awoke.  One was preserved along with a fair portion of (this traveling segment of) Hiltz’s group; when One’s capsule is later found and brought in by Prozen’s crews, Hiltz remembered this and finally had some hope that more Zoidians had been found.  But they hadn’t been - they were all long-dead. That’s the literal point at which Hiltz lost almost all hope.  Then while in such a state he basically got told off by One, which is very literally what gave him the idea he was going to go figure out the Death Saurer and Become A God and Save Zi all on his fucking own, because, well, that’s what you super reasonably do when told off by a minor deity, right? RIGHT?

(Everything in the ocean was largely okay from The Apocalypse. Zoids and Organoids who tried to carry on and function in shallower seawater were preyed upon intensely (and unable to, you know, survive doing this), because the competition for oceanic resources had skyrocketed and things had become a bit fucked up. Ultimately in NC0 times, what I’m saying is that the ocean is literally filled with giant, wild nightmare leviathan horrors and everyone who knows what’s out there just LEAVES THAT SHIT ALONE. Most people have no idea at all though, as the sea life in the shallower areas around Europa is pretty tame. HELL PLANET HELL PLANET

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Lying on her bedroom floor, Hinata stares up at the ceiling, occasionally giving an owlish blink. The little glow-in-the-dark stars and planets she stuck up there when she went through her space phase are still there, their oddly pale yellow-green dim and listless in the daylight hours of morning. About how she’s feeling right now, as a matter of fact.

It’s quiet today. Like it is every day. And has been everyday for...gosh, how long has it been, now? She’s lost count.

Lost count of the days since everyone disappeared.

Not just her father and her sister, either. Everyone. One day Hinata simply woke up...and found she was the absolute last person on earth. Or at least...she’s yet to encounter a single other person. And it’s been months, at the very least. The phone never rings. No cars drive by. Turning on the television shows the same programs as per usual, but they’re all reruns. And the news stations are just endless cycles of advertisements.

Online is much the same. Nothing updates. But nothing completely stops, either. Somehow she still has power, internet, phone connection...it’s odd.

She goes to the store a few blocks away. Everything is still there. And nothing is going bad. The produce still looks the same as the first day she went.

At first...it was extremely hard to wrap her brain around, as one would likely expect. Theories clogged her brain for days. Was she actually in a coma, dreaming all of this? Was she dead, stuck in some weird limbo? Had she simply...lost her mind?

And then the thoughts of absolute loneliness. Never seeing her family again. True, she didn’t have the best relationships with either of them, but...to have any chance at that changing ripped away made her realize how much she’d truly wasted a very final opportunity.

In the end, however...there was simply acceptance. Deciding to, at least until she reached some unspoken limit, to just...try living. See how far she could get.

And so far, it’s been...okay. While she can’t explain (and maybe doesn’t want to explain) the seeming lack of passing time beyond a day and night cycle (how else could nothing be rotting?), other things change. The weather still varies. It just rained yesterday, and it’s a balmy seventy-two degrees today according to her phone, and sunny. And thought it’s not been quite long enough to confirm seasons, Summer does seem to be conceding to Fall.

Which makes her wonder how that’s going to go. There’s been no shut-off in the power, but what if something happens? She’d never know how to fix it! Maybe just...find someplace where the power was still on. Or steal a generator. Eventually though she’ll run out of gas, right…?

Many of the rules of this new (?) world escape her.

But for now, those life-changing questions aren’t what’s on her mind.

...she has a craving.

For a few moments longer, she maintains her position on her floor. But then enough will musters up, and she sits upright with a grunt before hauling herself to her feet. Putting on some shoes, she then leaves the house and heads down the road.

The door she leaves unlocked. How’s she going to get robbed, being the last person left? And that way, no ever worrying about locking herself out, either.

...it happened once last year when Hanabi was out of town with a friend and her father on a business trip. Most embarrassing reason to talk to her neighbor ever.

Plugging in earbuds to her phone, she keeps one ear open, just in case. Otherwise, her favorite pop songs play in the background of her walk, humming absently. A few times she’s mustered up the courage to sing out loud, given no one is around to hear. But even being completely alone...she’s still shy.

Twenty minutes sees her at the supermarket. Not bothering to take a cart, she instead tries to remember what aisle she needs, wandering down the front and reading the signs above each. What category does it fall under, again…?

Lost in her musing, she actually squeals out loud in surprise at a sudden crashing sound.

W...what…?

Frozen in place and barely daring to breathe, only her eyes flicker in search of...something. Anything. It sounded like it came from the back of the store...maybe some animals got in? Those, at least, she’s seen plenty of. Squirrels in her backyard, cats sunning themselves on porches. She tries not to think of all the abandoned pets with no one coming home for them anymore.

But in the subsequent silence, she doesn’t hear the scurrying of surprised feet like she would expect of anything inhuman. Instead...an impressive string of oaths and swears reaches her ears.

...no, it...it can’t be…

Throat suddenly dry, Hinata weighs her odds. On one hand...it could be someone friendly! Maybe she’s not as alone as she feared! But...on the other...they might see her as a threat, and kill her. Or do...other horrible things to her.

Loneliness can leave one wanting, after all. Or just drive a person to a sick, brain-rotted edge.

Eventually, she overcomes the absolute tension in her legs and shuffles forward a few inches, doing her best to remain absolutely quiet. There’s now just vague rustling sounds as...whoever it is rummages through...whatever they’re doing. Part of her still wants to run screaming, but her curiosity about another person existing in this unreal reality is just a bit more convincing.

She peers down each aisle as gingerly as possible, finding each empty as she gets closer and closer to the noises. And with every step, the nerves in her gut wind tighter and tighter in apprehension. Could this be any more suspenseful?!

Finally, reaching the last aisle, she lets one eye look past a display of chips before withdrawing with a hint of a gasp.

They’re there! Whoever they are!

Calming her racing heart just enough, she then glances back around. An entire display of boxes - of what she can’t tell from here - has been completely obliterated, creating a huge spill of cardboard across the back corner of the store. And right in the middle of it is a person.

Clearly scavenging for certain types of...whatever those are, they stuff the occasional box into an oversized duffle bag slung over their shoulder. Seems someone else is making a supply run. Looking at another box, they weigh the option before tossing it nonchalantly.

...for some reason, that makes her frown.

Once the bag is full, however, the person in question starts heading back her way.

Panic.

Withdrawing and not knowing where to go, Hinata dances in place for a long moment before ducking behind a “pixelated” display of cases of soda depicting the local football team logo. From there, she watches as the stranger walks right past her.

He looks to be about her age. Messy dark hair, fair complexion, typical clothes of boys she’s seen at her highschool. But she doesn’t recognize him...not that she’d know everyone anyway, her school and city are pretty big. Or maybe he’s from out of town, passing through and gathering more supplies.

The possibilities are endless, and she’s only getting more curious.

Once he reaches the doors, he slings the bag to the floor and...picks up another one? Where’d he get all these things, anyway? Then back he comes, clearly on a second round as he ducks into another aisle.

Realizing she’s safe, Hinata makes to follow, creeping up to the same aisle.

Only to scream when he comes back out.

Seems he took a wrong turn.

To his credit, he doesn’t shout back. Rather, he stumbles back with a wheeze, going ghostly pale as Hinata manages to trip over her own feet and fall on her backside.

“P-please! Don’t kill me!” she cries, arms lifting to shield her face.

“W...what?”

Hearing his own panic, Hinata risks a glance. He just...stares at her in obvious confusion.

“...I...I thought, um…” Well now she’s embarrassed. Heat floods her face. “...it’s just been so...so long since I…?”

“Christ lady, you scared the shit out of me,” he then cuts in with a heavy sigh.

“S-sorry!”

“The hell were you doing?”

“Well, I...I came to get -?” Oh hell, that’s not important. “...I heard a noise, and...saw you. I haven’t seen another person in...in months. I wasn’t sure what to expect, I guess.”

“...you too, huh?”

She blinks.

“Everyone else just up and disappeared on you?”

“Y...yeah. I thought -?”

“You were the last person on earth?”

“...mhm.”

“Me too. But it seems there’s at least two of us. Which makes me wonder if there’s any more.”

“I honestly thought this was all some strange dream...maybe I just h-hit my head and fell into a coma.”

“Yeah, same here. But then I started getting hungry and no one but me was gonna feed me.” He gestures to his bag. “Hence a supply run.”

“Yeah, I...I know how those go.” After a pause, Hinata sheepishly gets back to her feet, posture withdrawn. “...I’m Hinata, by the way.”

“Sasuke. I’d say nice to meet you, but uh...kinda biased given your the first face I’ve seen in months.”

At that, she can’t help a giggle. “True. Still...I’m g-glad to know I’m not alone. Where do you live, if...you don’t mind me asking?”

“Like eight blocks west of here.”

“I’m three to the north.”

“Makes you wonder how we haven’t crossed paths until now, huh?”

“Yeah...weird.”

They fall into an awkward silence.

“...W-well, I...I better let you get back to…” Hinata gestures to his bag.

“Hey, you wanna share numbers?”

At that, she jolts. “... I -?”

“Just in case we want to talk or something. Not like we have anyone else to chat with, right? And we might need help at some point.”

“Oh...g-good point. Um…” Fiddling with her pockets, she pulls out her phone and trades her digits. “Sasuke, right?”

“Yeah. And Hinata?”

“Mhm.”

“Cool.” He tucks his mobile back into his sweatshirt. “Guess I’ll, er...talk to you later.”

“Guess so. Um...b-bye.” Giving a very awkward little wave, Hinata steps past him and just..scurries for the door, heart once again pounding in her chest as she hurries back up the road.

If...if this Sasuke guy is still here...who else could still be around? Suddenly everything she’s assumed for the past few months is thrown into doubt. A few blocks apart, and it took them this long to cross paths. How many more could there be…?

Or is it just them?

So shook up is she, Hinata doesn’t realize - until she’s back in her house, leaning wearily against her front door - that she didn’t actually get what she went out for.

...well...maybe next time.

She’s had enough excitement for one day.

     I have...no idea what this is kjdfdjhg just a cliche “last two people on Earth” idea that hit me completely out of nowhere xD The actual prompt has very little to do with it beyond never being revealed because...reasons.      (I dunno what she wanted, she wouldn’t tell me lol)      Anywho, I guess not...much else to say? Random piece is random, but hopefully still enjoyable! I need to start doing these at better times but I always write better at night...and today was busier than I expected. Take all my excuses :’D But on that note, I’ll see you guys later - thanks for reading!

[unik0rnu]

🌹, 🍂, 💐, 🌺, 💫, ☄️ for Lucy? 🍁, 🌸, 💦 for Harrison?

Thank you kindly for the asks! Let’s go:

Lucy: 

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Home for Lucy is whenever she is sure no one from the fair distance and within same walls wants to stab her in her sleep. Nuka World under Harrison protection will be the most home-ish and safe place since also after the disciples wiping she did prove her worth and loyalty to the raider’s goals and now they no longer need to sleep with one eye open with Gage since Harrison is patrolling and staying up all nights and gang leaders might not have such a strong urge to betray her. Later eventually she will set up base back in Sanctuary in her mother’s home since they will need second solid base in Commonwealth and somewhere deep in the woods still lies a pre-war secret lab section  that will be important for Harrison in order to understand the experiment and maintain his power as well as his body. A place where she can put down her guard, where she can sense presence of her boss and be sure Gage is also nearby will always be worth calling home but there are few places like this since later on her reputation will be more knowledgeable to wasteland folks and she will be on wanted list of sort. 

So yeah what can i say...away from Nuka World home announcement for them would sound like so:  A small blond lady along with a raider thug and tall grumpy old man looking for a warm cave to duck in without worry of being pitchforked by angry local settlers and half of the commonwealth. Ain’t many places they can call home, poor fuckers. 

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with receiving affection from others?

Oh she secretly loves hugs and affection of any kind but keeps in mind its better to leave them for very few and private moments. Besides how the hell that would make her look in society she is stuck with. Harrison and type of her job forced her to strip her mind from emotions as they were useless and making her weak but once the events calmed down they do come at peace and leave that part behind. With friends in public like Lizzie she will bump against their shoulder with a smile or chuckle, its safe in public and still reflects that she feels good in their company. With Harrison she will just bury herself in deep fatherly hug when gone for a few days, especially he is very tall and big so its like hugging a yao guai just in a brown thick coat. And because she never had a good father experience that hug will mean a world to them. With Gage she knows he has a hard time to be soft fucker but as the time goes on, the affection switches from small things, like checking his patch out and forcing to help taking care of his wounds too, not just hers, into letting down the bitch tough face and raider stiff attitude. Inviting him for the drink, just two of them, closing the distance and ending up just resting against his chest or sleeping hugged to his back. If the urge is strong and rules can go fuck themselves she will just charge at him and let all that sweet stuffed in her chest love drown him. 

As for people who didn’t reach yet friend level any kind of touching contact which doesn’t involve knife is for her a way to show affection. Be it soft fist bump in their arm, fast shoulder shake or very split millisecond side hug. Hell, even if she smiles at them its already a good sign, and in a humane soft manner, not the smirky bitch one. If her resting bitch face goes away its already a fantastic sign and promising future she won’t stab them later on. 

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

If you tell her to do that when there is shiet to be done and there almost always is in her mind you will see a constant middle finger, raised from the bed and the moment you turn around or leave she will be gone, sneaking away to get at least her knife and try to leave outside. She was raised to fulfill mission, no matter what so a stupid cold or broken bone is suppose to nail her in place. Fuck no, she can’t right? She can’t be that weak even if pain sweats her eyes. Gage learns slowly her urges as with each park taken he sees her taking extreme solutions to many situations, not thinking about possible bad outcomes so when the really bad cold catches her or she got badly wounded again he will be the one yelling at her to stop that shit. Aside from usual care like shoving injections or closing wounds and occasional cooking he will be constantly ensuring her that she can close both eyes shut and get an actual restful sleep, that he is on the watch and nothing out there waits to kill her when she ain’t looking. World neither will fall apart in flames if she will be gone in dreams for few hours. With Harrison come back that part is becoming easier as the simple sharp look in his eyes of mixed care and threat is convincing enough to put that knife down and shove her ass back in bed. With Gage guarding the Fizztop and Harrison overlooking the rest of the town there is no way of sneaking out and in this case it would be a bit ungrateful since they both put so much effort for her. 

She is better at taking care of others than herself tho if these are in her social circle. She doesn’t need to force herself, it comes natural to her. She will switch in a second from a vicious bitch to a caring bitch. Trying even to overcome her lack of cooking skills to deliver something warm and edible to that person if need. If she can’t get that fucking soup perfect for shit she will threaten and kidnap a local masterchef of sort to make and teach her how to do it. She means well but...ya remember her empathy can have weird and extreme outcomes.

Lol imagining like someone being under her care when sick and they go to the bathroom and spot a chef cook in a kitchen chained to a fucking stove cooking some good shit and Lucy siting at the table reading a cooking recipe and pointing a pistol at them.          

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

Normally she would drink or take calmex right away but she slowly tries to give up on that addiction as they do more harm than good. Having Gage or Harrison around will help to break that thought if she can either crawl up to Porter’s bed or wake him up to ensure that everything is real and alright or kindly ask Harrison to watch over her as he doesn’t need to sleep. Maybe he looks like a nightmare in a dark but its her nightmare she is familiar with.

If alone tho she will struggle, she hates to be alone for too long. If fear strikes her at battlefield she will try to cover her fear and damp it down with anger instead, psycho or fury could help and she isn’t addicted to it as to calmex so that’s one way out but stupid. If its just a nightmare in a middle of a night she won’t go immediately to sleep but walk around, talking to herself and convincing it was just a dream, grab a mannequin, do a silly dance with it, anything silly to relax a mind and take it off the stress and that nightmare. A shot of booze won’t hurt as long as it ends up on just one but it rarely does. Reassurance is her best ally in these beside she is too big of a girl for comforting items like an old plush puppet found in some certain treehouse back in Sancturary....right...riiiiight? ._.

💫What is your favorite fact about this character and why?

I think the simple fact that she is kind of evil oc and she knows about it. I don’t think there is many characters of this kind out there but i might be wrong. Since childhood i was trying to strike best - peaceful outcomes in games and so on but later on i started to sympathize with actual villains, be it games and stories. They can be full of surprises and complex in a interesting way, prove to be actually powerful allies as well and in general they talk to me more than a basic superman trying to strike for a world peace.  

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

Oh ye, ofc she deserves better, she wants hugs, friends, she is bad but she wants a warm treatment too from time to time, she still have emotions ;c  Me, the creator, Uni, i’m horrible to her. I burned her hands too, like noooooo you can’t just wear gloves all the time for no reason, lets do smth bout it that will fit with all that dedication ya willing to push yourself in a fight no matter the consequences. Get burned bitch. Anyway, i’m taking her off the calmex addiction, giving her Harrison back as a better man who wants to protect her and do braids on her hair and softening the stinky to a level of a warm wet piece of trash, maybe getting some actual friends on a way. The pages on a start were focus more on a action and game lore kind off and just parks themselves but now with last page i finally get to actually break down and slow the shit to get to more emotional level, at least i hope to get it that way. 

Now Harrison time:

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themselves? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favorite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

Sadly he will be very lost at the start to find this kind of spot as he popped into the world from nowhere, just finally doing the separation from Lucy to a nearby old synth skeleton in a heat of a fight situation. Since the disciples base got a vacancy and cleaning it up feels too much of an effort for the rest of gangs he decided to make this place his comfort zone as its fairly close to Feit base but still separated behind walls, no windows to peek in for curious ones. He can’t sleep so he has a plenty of time to make it his corner. The only things he posses are his memories so he will just meditate there and surround himself with all the good moments from the past, adding the new ones to the collection, keeping his humanity on check and all the urges balanced. Also trying new tricks with his powers feels safe to do it there, the telekinetic ones especially since the place is spacey and there ain’t much to break. He doesn’t want to go too far away even if he needs a moment, he always has in the back of his head the need to be close when problems arise.

Personally on a side note i struggle to think of an explanation to the Nuka World leaders and overall people there as to how Lucy will explain to them...who the fuck he is and why he is there and where he came from and why give him a disciple base. Like...saying a truth to Gage is easier since they run together but the rest? She can’t even say he is her lost-found father since they don’t even look like family. 

🌸 What are some of their favorite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

There won’t too many as he just got off but some basic stuff i know for now:

- sweet snacks, whiskey and smokes as he still remembers these tastes from pre-war: just being softie for these small habits and diet sins

- being in charge, keeping order around due to his profession, even if times changes he still keeps the attitude and he just likes it

- training the newbie raiders, pointing out mistakes to Porter, advising Lucy on some combat moves and tips: it might feel like he is being proud, all knowing but he actually is hell of a experienced smart fighter, don’t get fooled by his age either, he just enjoys training people under him and see them improve  

- proving Porter wrong: oh boy they really don’t like each other at the start

- doing dem braids, he starts to have a soft spot for going father mode

- even if he isn’t fully human he takes care of his “shell”, perfectly shaving, keeping his shirts clean and smooth, overall he enjoys that “self care” routine even it it might feel silly in the wasteland and due to the fact who he is 

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

Probably killing his son. The experiment would get to him one way or another since he would get suspicious what kind of shady business is going on in police department and asking too many questions and stuffing nose in corners he shouldn’t would eventually lead anyway to his assassination and still giving his body for that experiment resulting in same outcome but the sudden trauma and speed of events is what pushed him out of there, taking control of himself and situation also resulting in his nature softening and toning down, knowing he doesn’t have much left and it can be lost at any moment. 

[ikementally-deficient]

Head-Canon: Ikesen Warlords react to an MC who wants to worship them (sexually)

Requested by a lovely anon.

Rating: Habanero (see Masterlist for rating descriptions)

Oda Forces

Nobunaga firmly believes this is exactly his due as the amazing Devil King that he is. He tends to be a take charge, grab what he wants kind of guy, so he’s a little thrown by the idea of you doing all of the work. He comes around pretty quickly when he realises this means an endless stream of blowjobs and ego stroking though. Best body parts to worship: chest, cock.

Nobunaga grinned as Mai knelt on the dais before him and placed her hands on his knees. The grin widened when Mai leaned forward to nuzzle his chest and abdomen. 

“Nobunaga-sama,” she sighed against him, breasts heavy against his pelvis. “I’m so glad you’re home.” She ran one small hand down the collar of his red kimono underlayer, tracing the muscular outline of his chest. “The castle feels so empty when you’re gone.” Her pink tongue follows the line drawn by her hand, and Nobunaga let his arms fall loose by his sides. Mai slid the layers of kimono off one shoulder and pressed her face against him, her warm breath teasing his nipple. “I love your strength, Nobunaga-sama. Let me show you how much I dream about you when you’re not here.”

Hideyoshi is, at first, profoundly uncomfortable with this idea. His deep-seated belief that his self-worth depends on his utility to Nobunaga and others means that he usually does all the work in bed; he knows he’s attractive to women, but doesn’t really grok why they might climb into his bed aside from that fact. You’ll have an uphill battle convincing him that he’s worthy of worship. Best body parts to worship: neck and shoulders.

Hideyoshi sat stiffly on the tatami, his legs crossed and his mouth set. Mai settled herself in his lap and curled her hands around the nape of his neck, teasing his hairline with her fingertips. She pressed gentle kisses along his jaw. “Hideyoshi,” she whispered. “You take such good care of me. Please, let me take care of you for once.” Gently she nudged his arms until he cradled her close, while she murmured lovingly into his strong neck and broad shoulders of how she respected him for the burdens he carried.

Mitsunari is a blank slate, sexually speaking, which means he’s an easy sell. If you tell him this is how it works, then he’ll believe you, and make sure he’s vocal about his appreciation of your work. He has a tendency to view his body simply as a vehicle for getting his mind from place to place, so the idea that there’s a particular part of it drawing your attention is a little foreign to him. Best body parts to worship: face (brain) and hands.

“Princess, tell me what you want.” Mitsunari’s angelic face was an open book, radiating a sincere desire to learn what pleased her. Mai smiled and gently guided him down to the futon. 

“Just lay back, Mitsunari.” She caught his writing hand and brought it to her mouth, running her lips across his ink-stained fingertips. “I want to take my time and learn all the ways your clever hands can feel me.” Her teeth grazed the callused pads of his fingers as she straddled him, and he shivered.

Mitsuhide, like Nobunaga, loves the idea of being worshipped. Unlike Nobunaga, Mitsuhide requires more than ego-stroking. He knows he’s no paragon; the snake of Azuchi works in the shadows, and the only people who should be worshipping him are just as shady as he is. Mitsuhide doesn’t get really into the worship unless you debase yourself in the process. Best body parts to worship: Stomach, cock, hands. 

“Mitsuhide, please --!” Mai’s voice was muffled by the way her face pressed into his abs. “I want to suck you so badly. I want your cock --”

Mitsuhide smiled ferally and knotted his fingers in her braids. “Now, now, little mouse. You know the rules about begging.” 

He could see the edge of her answering grin as her tongue forged a wet path south to the base of his cock.

“Yes, Mitsuhide-sama. I know, I must always remember my manners and beg with my mouth full.” 

Masamune isn’t a worship kind of guy. Receiving praise is a passive act, and that’s just not his deal. He’s also self-aware enough to know that although he is pretty awesome, he’s got his fair share of flaws. But unlike Hideyoshi, he’s happy enough to go with the flow as long as you’re enjoying it, and as long as he gets the chance to return the favour later. Best body parts to worship: Mouth, strong thighs (man rides horses like a maniac, trust me, he’s not using the reins to steer).

Mai straddled his thigh, grinding down hard as he flexed under her. “Oh god, do you feel how wet you make me, Masamune?” She panted against his throat. “You’re so hard,” she slid closer to his hip, trapping his erection between them, “so strong, I can’t help myself.” She clung to his shoulders as she worked herself into a frenzy, teasing at his mouth with her hot breath. “All I could think about during that ride was riding you instead.”  

Masamune’s answering laugh was husky as he captured her lips in a warm kiss. “Well, I never thought my kitten might want me for my horsemanship instead of my swordsmanship, but why don’t you show me what you like.”

Ieyasu doesn’t like being vulnerable, and weirdly, listening to you love on all his best traits makes him feel very vulnerable. Unless the body part you plan to worship is his mouth, you’ll have a constant background stream of sarcastic comments about your good sense, sanity, and taste in men. You’ll have much better luck if you skip worshipping him, and invoke his possessive tendencies by talking about how you could never want anyone else instead. Best body parts to worship: Back and arms (heyyo, archery muscles).

Ieyasu stared blankly at Mai before blushing and looking away. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered. “There’s nothing special about my archery.” 

Mai smiled and circled around him, running her fingers around the collar of his kimono and dipping them inside. “But Ieyasu,” she tugged the collar down, exposing the nape of his neck, “I know how impressive these muscles are, even if you hide them under these layers.” She pressed her thumbs into the muscle between his shoulders. “I know that no one else can handle your bow.” She kissed the bumps of vertebrae at the back of his neck. “When you draw back the bowstring, I can imagine every shift of your back and arms and I can’t even imagine anyone else anymore.”

Uesugi-Takeda Forces

Kenshin.exe has crashed. Abort, retry, fail? Kenshin will murder every person in Japan, Asia, the world, and attempt to take on Nature herself for you, but he never expected you to praise him for it. In fact, he’s been kind of resigned to you and everyone else trying to get him to chill out. Worship of his body doesn’t push any buttons for him, but praising his strength, his prowess in battle, his ability to protect you and keep you safe, all of these will drive him into a passionate frenzy. Best body parts to worship: Hands and feet, calves.

"Mai, what are you doing?" Kenshin stared down at the woman kneeling at his feet, parti-colored eyes baffled.

She lifted her head and shuffled closer to him, leaning her forehead against his thigh. "I wanted to thank you for all you do to protect me, my love." Her hands were surprisingly strong as she clung to his calf. "I see how lightly you step across the field of battle." Her fingers dug into the muscle, finding the points of tension he barely noticed anymore. 

Kenshin gasped and sprawled back on the futon as the release of the knotted muscle threw him of-balance. "I would fight anyone to protect you," he replied in confusion, "but --"

"But you thought I didn't approve?" She smiled and cast an adoring glance up through her lashes. "How could I resist such strength and grace?"

Shingen, Lord of the Chippendales (the nickname is canon and you can’t take that away from me!) just straight up loves it when you worship him, but he will do everything in his power to turn this into a mutual admiration society. Pick a body part, any body part, and he’ll gladly show it off for your pleasure. He will keep trying to distract you with his own praise, unless you manage to short-circuit his brain first. Best body parts to worship: muscular forearms and strong calloused hands from woodworking (and swinging a six-foot broadsword, what the even hell is that).

Mai ran her nails lightly down Shingen’s forearm, admiring the goosebumps that rose in her wake. “I do love your arms,” she murmured. “They’re so . . . capable.”

Shingen flashed her the flirtatious smile that always sent heat curling through her core. “They are capable of many things, my goddess.” He slid one arm around her waist, pulling her tight against his chest. She grinned and pushed at his chest, leaning back enough to grab his other hand and flatten it against the skin revealed by the gap in her kimono collar. 

“It’s not just your arms, Lord Shingen. Your hands are so large and warm,” her heart beat faster under his palm, “that I melt every time you caress me.”

Sasuke is a modern feminist ally, so at first he’ll ask a lot of questions to ensure this is something you want, not something you think he wants. Once he’s satisfied that’s the case, he’ll happily follow your lead wherever you want to go. He’s also not beset by the concerns about masculinity or dominance that might affect the more traditional warlords, so you can take more charge than you might otherwise. Best body parts to worship: Chest, hands, extreme flexibility. 

Sasuke knelt quietly, eyes closed, patient. Mai circled around him, carefully inspecting each knot and twist in the silk rope binding his forearms together behind his waist. At last she was satisfied, and crouched behind him, ghosting her lips across his shoulderblade. 

“Sasuke,” she crooned. “Look at you. Look at how easily you twist like this.”

He arched his back, pressing against her breasts as she ran her hands down his biceps. “I get a lot of practice crawling through the ceilings.”

“I know you do. It’s genius, what you’ve engineered above the rafters.” Her hands skate over his shoulders, caressing his deltoids and pecs. “I’m amazed by everything you’ve accomplished here. Who would have thought there was so much practical skill hiding under that lab coat.”

Yukimura is confused, embarrassed, baffled, and not sure you aren’t making fun of him, in roughly that order. Best body parts to worship: Face, arms.

The hot blush on Yukimura’s cheeks belied the glare he shot at Mai. “You’re joking, right?” 

Mai giggled. “No, I’m not. I love seeing you blush like that.” She leaned close to brush kisses across his cheekbones. “It lets me know how much of an effect I’m having on you.” She looped her arms around his neck to pull him closer as he tried to hide his face. “You never can hide how much you want me, and I love it.”

Wildcards

Sadly, I just couldn’t come up with anything for these three. I feel like Kennyo goes through profoundly uncomfortable and straight into actively angry about being worshipped. I actually can’t wrap my head around him ever being okay with it, unless we get about ten thousand words of character development out of the way first.

Ranmaru and Motonari I just don’t know enough about. I feel like Ranmaru has hidden depths that would make the answer to this question less straightforward than it seems. Motonari is definitely arrogant enough to love it, but his fear of touch (which is straight up the only thing I know about him) would definitely be a complicating factor. 

[chemicalmagecraft]

The Gamer Hero, Deku Chapter 20

We were gathered back in the arena field. Midnight explained to us how the next part of the sports festival would go. For the teams who won the cavalry battle, there was the combat tournament. The rules were simple. In each fight, we had to either incapacitate our opponents or remove them from the arena. And before the tournament, there would be other games that everyone could participate in. Even the tournament combatants could attend them, but Midnight-sensei suggested we not do that, because we should conserve our stamina. That really wasn't an issue for me, but I decided not to participate in those battles because it could be unfair to the others. Before we drew lots to see our placement, Ojiro raised his hand. "I'd like to withdraw from the tournament!" he declared.

"Oh?" Midnight said. "What brought this on? You do realize you're probably going to miss out on a chance to be scouted, right?"

He grimaced. "I don't even remember the cavalry battle. I don't want to move on to the tournament if I didn't even really do anything."

"Whoa, that's so manly!" Kirishima yelled.

The other member of Team Shinsou, Nirengeki from class 1-B, raised his hand. "I'd also like to withdraw, for the same reason..."

Midnight grinned. "I like your spirit! Alright, you two are out of the tournament! Now we need to get some students to replace them!"

After that, it was agreed that Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu and Shiozaki Ibara from 1-B would take their places. We all drew the lots, deciding who we'd fight and in what order. It was just my luck that I was in the first match against Shinsou. And then I'd probably have to face off against Todoroki after winning that...

"Midoriya, right?" someone asked me from behind. I turned to see Shinsou.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Ojiro's tail wrapped around my face before I could. "Don't say anything," he cautioned me. Shinsou snorted.

I removed Ojiro's tail from my face. "Because of his Quirk, right?" I asked. Shinsou stiffened. "If I had to guess, it's a mental Quirk. Some sort of mind control, tied to... people responding to something you say?"

He sighed. "Yeah, that's about right..."

"It sounds amazing for hero work. Too bad the entrance exam was robots, huh?"

Shinsou stared at me incredulously. "You... don't think my Quirk is villainous?"

I shrugged. "Quirks aren't really villainous. Well, if you have a sentient Quirk like Tokoyami's Dark Shadow that actively wants to be a villain then you could make that argument, but Quirks are normally controlled by the user. They're tools." I pointed at him. "If you use your Quirk for hero work then you have a hero's Quirk, and if you use your Quirk for villainy, then you have a villain's Quirk. Still, your Quirk would let you deescalate hostage situations and other villain attacks without having to fight, and even if you have to fight then there's always the possibility of a villain slipping up in the middle of battle. To be honest, I'd place a mind-controlling Quirk like yours pretty high on the list of Quirks I'd like if I didn't have mine."

Shinsou's face softened. "You know, Midoriya, you're the first person I've met who didn't call my Quirk villainous."

"You should probably sue your Quirk counselor for malpractice, then."

He chuckled, then turned around. "You're a good man, Midoriya. I won't bother you again."

"Wait." He stopped. "I think it's only fair if you know a few things about me. First, there's a pretty good chance, depending on how our Quirks work, that your Quirk won't affect me right or might even just fail to work on me."

He raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"My Quirk, The Gamer, works somewhat along the lines of RPG logic, meaning that among other things I have passive skills that grant me various affects," I explained. "One of them is Gamer's Mind, which came with my Quirk. It says that I have immunity to psychological status effects."

"I... see."

"I mean, I'll try not to get hit by your Quirk anyway because that's very unspecific, but I just thought you should know. I also have two other passives I think you should know about, Physical Endurance and Damage Reduction."

"So let me guess, physical attacks are useless on you."

"Not useless, but they do so little that to you it might as well be. Magical attacks aren't included in Physical Endurance, so comparatively speaking that's my weakness."

He sighed. "I guess I know what I'll be doing during the break."

I Observed him. "You have affinity for the sonic element, by the way. I'm guessing it's either because of your voice-based Quirk, or if any of your relatives have a more traditional sound Quirk, or maybe both?"

"So I have sound magic?" he asked. I nodded. "Good to know. Thanks, Midoriya."

"Was that really a good idea?" Ojiro asked after he walked away.

"Even with what I told him, he's probably not going to beat me, considering our stats and abilities," I said. "And if he displays more than just dependence on a powerful supporting Quirk, then he's more likely to get in the hero program."

"I guess..."

xoxoxo

"Seriously, are you two fucking dating yet?" Kacchan asked Tsu and Uraraka now that we were in the stands watching the pre-tournament game.

"What makes you think that?" Tsu asked, blushing slightly.

Kacchan raised an eyebrow. "Fucking seriously?"

Uraraka hid her blush behind Tsu's hair. It was easy to do, between Tsu having a lot of hair and the fact that Tsu was literally sitting on Uraraka's lap and snuggling up against her. "In my defense, I like body heat because I'm a frog," Tsu muttered.

Kacchan shrugged. "Sure, why not?" He then turned his attention back to me. He knocked on his seat in the passcode, so I invited him to my party.

acridThermogenesis: hey dont be mad

acridThermogenesis: but i may or may not have eavespropped on your conversation with half and half

acridThermogenesis: *eavesdropped

acridThermogenesis: what the actual fuck is my name deku

I sighed. I really should have noticed him. Actually, one of my elementals should have told me he was there.

conjuringGamer: Don't eavesprop on other people's private conversations, Kacchan!

conjuringGamer: This is your punishment!

acridThermogenesis: oh fuck you and your stupid references

conjuringGamer: How, exactly, do you get what this is a reference to anyway?

acridThermogenesis: fuck

acridThermogenesis: you

acridThermogenesis: and why the fuck did you never tell me that you were related to the ex number two hero

conjuringGamer: WDTAU

acridThermogenesis: the fuck

conjuringGamer: We Don't Talk About Undertow

acridThermogenesis:

acridThermogenesis: fair enough

acridThermogenesis: and in my defense

acridThermogenesis: half and half has been glaring at you for gucking ever

acridThermogenesis: 8fucking

acridThermogenesis: **fucking

acridThermogenesis: fuck why cant i type today

conjuringGamer: You do realize you used to be worse to me, right?

conjuringGamer: And I can certainly handle myself against Todoroki in a fight, if that's what you were worried about.

conjuringGamer: Or I could've just ran with Illusion Barrier.

acridThermogenesis: shit i dont know man

acridThermogenesis: stop busting my nub or whatever the fuck trolls say

acridThermogenesis: im sorry

acridThermogenesis: fuck it ill say it without the stupid accent so you know im serious

acridThermogenesis: I'm sorry, Deku.

conjuringGamer: Don't worry, I forgive you.

conjuringGamer: I was just messing with you.

acridThermogenesis: WELL DUCK YOU THEN

acridThermogenesis: fuck

acridThermogenesis *FUCK

I chuckled a bit. Annoying Kacchan was fun sometimes.

Uraraka Ochako: Um.

Hatsume Mei: Well this is awkward

Tokoyami Fumikage: I Think You 4cawt To 4emove Us 4om 4 Pa4ty, Mid4iya.

"Duck," Kacchan muttered.

"What?" Tsu asked. Uraraka snickered, then spat out a long strand of green hair.

xoxoxo

I walked down the corridor to the stadium. It was time for the first match. I took a deep breath, then felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see All Might in his emaciated form. "Good luck, young Midoriya."

I nodded. "Thank you, All Might." I turned back to the opening and walked into the stadium.

"AND ON ONE SIDE," Mic-sensei shouted over the roar of the crowd, "WE HAVE THE KING OF MAGIC, MIDORIYA IZUKU!" I walked up to the stage and saw Shinsou emerge from the other side of the stadium. "AND ON THE OTHER, WE HAVE THE ONLY STUDENT FROM GEN ED TO MAKE IT TO THE THIRD ROUND! MASTER OF THE MIND, SHINSOOOOU HITOSHI!" I looked at Shinsou's level.

Give 'Em Hell, Kid

LV 19

Shinsou Hitoshi

"No hard feelings, right Midoriya?" he asked me. I shook my head, careful not to talk. To be honest I was looking forward to seeing what he'd thought of for me.

"WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, LET'S START!"

Shinsou smirked. The roar of the crowd died away, replaced by a ringing in my ears. He started to walk forward, and I heard the sound of his footsteps over the ringing. It was very loud, almost like the sound was reverberating all around me. Before I could react, I felt like all my sense of balance was lost, and I had an extreme feeling of nausea. I clutched my stomach, trying my best not to topple over. "Neat, huh?" he asked me, his voice amplified like the sound of his footsteps. I grimaced. My head was swimming. "I got the idea from my mother's Quirk. She can disturb people's inner ears with the sound of her voice, making them disoriented. I figured I could mimic that with sound magic. Judging from your reaction, I did pretty well."

I braced myself on an air platform and gathered my thoughts. It looked like he was taking his time moving because he had to concentrate on the spell, but it seemed like he was starting to get more comfortable, so that might change soon. Tactician told me that the effect the spell had on me manifested in the status effect Dizzy. I used Healing Hands on my head, causing the nausea and balance loss to fade. The ringing stayed, though. It felt more like it was the medium for Dizzy than a part of it. "Sonia," I thought.

"No use, Izuku," she replied. "Can't work with magic sound."

"Yeah, I figured it wouldn't be that easy." I kept up the Healing Hands with my left hand, though I knew that that meant I couldn't use it for any magic aside from the healing spell.

"It looks like you figured out a way around that. I wonder if you can keep it up while fighting me, though." He raised his hand and snapped his fingers at me. I Flash Stepped out of the way of the resulting shockwave thanks to the improved reaction time my high DEX gave me, but crashed into the ground when I was struck with Dizzy again in midair. I groaned. Flash Stepping shouldn't have caused Healing Hands to fail... "Looks like your healing spell can't keep up with it when you go that fast."

"That's probably it," I muttered as I started to get up. I noticed my mistake when the ringing in my ears stopped. For a second I felt very faint, like I was about to pass out. I almost fell back down. The feeling passed after a second, with a popup saying that the status effect Brainwashed had failed to affect me because of Gamer's Mind. "Ah."

Shinsou smirked. "So you are immune to my Quirk, but it still stuns you for a second." The ringing returned, and with it Dizzy. I noticed that my Healing Hands had slipped when Shinsou tried to use his Quirk on me. I put them back up, keeping both hands up this time.

"Limit Break!" I shouted, the glow of my Healing Hands getting brighter. "Healing Fists!" I jumped at Shinsou.

"Wait, what?" Shinsou said, then just barely managed to duck out of the way of my punch. The effort broke the spell, making my hearing return to normal. "Right, that's it." He took a deep breath and screamed at me with sonic magic. The shockwave hit me dead-on, blowing me back a bit even though I'd braced myself. I retaliated with a blast of wind strong enough to blow him to the edge of the arena. With a small gesture, I had Dune shift the ground under him, dumping him out of bounds. "Dammit."

"THE MATCH IS OVER!" Mic-sensei shouted. "Man, what was up with Midoriya? Did he eat a bad omelette or something?"

"If I had to guess, Shinsou did something," Aizawa-sensei said. "He either found a new use for his Quirk or made some sort of disorienting spell."

"If it was magic, wouldn't there have been some sorta glow?"

"Not all magic glows, Mic. You know this. You've literally used non-glowing magic."

I walked over to Shinsou. "Sorry about that," I said as I offered him my hand.

He took it and pulled himself up. "I'll consider it payback for the ear assault. Speaking of which, how're your ears? Would probably suck if I deafened you."

I gave him a thumbs-up. "I'm good, thanks to my Healing Hands. Though you might want to test it again with me or Shuzenji-sensei around, if you're really worried about that."

He nodded. "Probably a good idea."

xoxoxo

After making sure that Shinsou wasn't hurt from when I knocked him down, I went back to the section of the stands where class 1-A was supposed to sit. Ojiro was waiting for me by the door. "Midoriya!" he shouted. "Are you okay?"

I grinned. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Deku!" Kacchan shouted from his seat. "The fuck was that?"

"Shinsou can use sonic magic now," I told him, then sat down next to him. "What you saw was him wreaking havoc on my inner ears."

"Damn." He chuckled. "So that was probably more difficult than your next fight's gonna be."

"What do you mean be that?"

Kacchan snorted. "We both know that between your ungodly physical defense and your elemental magic, the only person in the tournament who can match you in a straight fight is me, maybe also Uraraka but I'm gonna fucking destroy her. Half'n'half-"

"His name is Todoroki," I reminded him.

Kacchan rolled his eyes. "Todoroki might come close if he actually applies himself, but all he's really done is throw ice around. I'm guessing from what we already know about magic and Quirks that while Half'n'half's Quirk has ice magic acting to freeze shit, the ice itself isn't magical, meaning you can use an elemental on it easy. And even if not, can he really fucking put up with your bullshit as well as I can?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right..."

"And even though Tape Dispenser-"

"Sero."

"-might have a chance of winning against Half'n'half, can he even do a fucking thing to you?"

I thought about that for a moment. "It's probably arrogant of me to say that there's no way for him to beat me, but it isn't really likely, is it?"

"No fucking chance of that happening. Now shut up, the match is about to start."

Todoroki and Sero walked into the arena. As soon as the match started, Sero shot tape at Todoroki, wrapping him up. It looked like he was about to throw him, but...

Todoroki, without even moving, created the biggest wall of ice I'd ever seen with his Quirk, obstructing my view of the arena. It was so big that it cast a shadow over half the stadium, and Mifuyu told me the ice actually extended far above the top of the stadium. I scowled, my breath fogging up from how close the ice was to my face. "Kacchan," I ordered.

"Right." He summoned Pyra, and they started warming up the suddenly very cold area with light streams of fire. "You might wanna keep the water from drippin' on anyone, Tsu," Kacchan suggested.

Tsu just shivered and sluggishly buried her head in Uraraka's chest. "K-kero..." Uraraka wrapped her arms around her gently.

"Fuck. Right, you're a frog..." Kacchan sighed, then sent a few more flame strings around Tsu. "Deku, can you leave your water elemental here?"

I nodded, summoned Rayne, then slapped the metal railing meant to prevent us from falling onto the field. A microsecond's worth of Lightning Embodiment later, and I was on the other side of the railing and far enough to the left that I didn't crash face-first into ice. I stormed up to the arena, but looked toward Midnight before actually getting up on it. She was iced over...

"G-g-go r-right ahead, M-M-Midoriya," she shivered. I nodded and summoned Mifuyu and Blaise, who started helping Midnight, then stomped over to Todoroki.

"That was excessive, even for you!" I shouted, then shoved him away from Sero, who he was trying to melt out of the ice. With a gesture, I ejected him from the ice, grabbed him, then started warming him up. I checked up his sleeves and pant legs with probably a little more force than was actually necessary to make sure he didn't have any frostbite, then turned back to Todoroki when Blaise took over warming Sero up. "You do realize that your ice can kill, right?" He looked remorseful. Good.

"I was going to thaw him..."

I sighed. "I don't just mean Sero."

He tilted his head. "What?"

I stared at him incredulously for a moment before waving my hand in the general direction of the giant iceberg in the middle of the stadium.

"I'm aware that I used a bit too much force, but I made sure to stop the ice before it reached the audience."

"And if you didn't?" I demanded. "If you overdid it so much as a bit more, then people would have died. Hell, if anyone in the audience has a Quirk that makes them more susceptible to the cold, then they could be going into shock as we speak! I've got an elemental keeping an eye on Tsu, and Kacchan's keeping everyone warm, but that's still an issue!"

Todoroki blinked. "Oh."

"Why did you do that?"

"I was annoyed from talking to my father, and I took it out on Sero. I apologize."

I clenched my fist. "Limit Break: Sublimation," I intoned. My arm buzzed with One for All, and steam rose from it. Without even looking away from Todoroki, I swung my arm back, shattering the iceberg into powder with a combination of ice magic and sheer force. The powder was quickly vaporized by the vapor magic I'd also put into my punch. "I sympathize with you Todoroki, I really do. But if this is the way you're going to act then I'm going to beat you." With that said, I turned around and walked through the mist I'd created to get back to my seat. With DEX only a little out of human bounds, I vaulted up the wall to the stands, nimbly pivoting on the railing and landing back in the chair I was sitting in before.

"Damn, Deku," Kacchan whistled.

"How's Tsu?" I asked Uraraka.

Uraraka stroked Tsu's hair gently. "Tsu-chan fell asleep. Should I wake her?"

I shook my head. "It's probably best to let her sleep, at least for now." I turned back to Kacchan and Observed him. "Do you need me to restore your MP?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "Normally I wouldn't take you up on that, but I've seen Uraraka training and I'm pretty sure that if she was one hundred percent and I wasn't then I would fucking lose."

Uraraka beamed. "Wow, Kacchan! That was basically a compliment! And it wasn't backhanded or anything."

Kacchan rolled his eyes, though he had a small grin on his face. "Fuck you, Round Face."

[belllaculllen]

Edward POV Proposing Head Canon

+Edward has been planning for this moment ever since he met Bella, He knew he wanted her forever. He wanted so badly to do every romantic gesture he could.

+Edward would get so nervous and anxious thinking about proposing to Bella because he knew how she felt about marriage and how badly he wants her to say yes, and how badly he wants to be married to her right now!

+Edward Planned to do it soon, despite the conversation him and Bella had in the Meadow, He Planned to do it within a couple months, he wanted to do the most beautiful Proposal he could think of, because he knew Bella deserved nothing less then the most Beautiful everything. He Planned Flower petals everywhere, and no not Roses, he wanted it to be special, so he decided to collect flowers from the meadow, but not too much at once because he wanted the flowers to be able to grow back. and He also didn't want Bella to notice anything different.

+He planned, a fire going in the fireplace, and Bella's Lullaby playing quietly in the background. Maybe a dinner for Bella by the Best view they have in their house looking over the most Beautiful parts of the forest, And then they would go out side and Dance by the lake they have next to their house, but not to close to it because he doesn't want Bella to fall in, Granted he would catch her, but knowing Bella she would find a way to fall in. 

+Then when the moment was just right, he would get on one knee and propose.

Then everything started happening that he didnt want to Happen, Victoria and her new born Army, and having to prepare to fight... Edward already knew that he would have to push all these plans back. He would do anything to protect Bella always

(Edwards POV of that night) 

I couldnt get out of my head that Bella would be staying her, alone, with me tonight, This is extremely dangerous but i knew this is the only way i could protect her and keep her with me through the fight with out Charlie expecting anything, Alice reassured me that everything would be fine, and that i would thank her for it... For the first time in a decade i didn't know what she meant by that, did my power stop working or is she getting to know how to keep things from me. 

Bella would be here any minute and that made me nervous, but also excited, I loved being with her when my family wasnt around, yes it was more dangerous but i loved the fact that we could just be our selves with out me having to hear everybody s thoughts on it, and then possibly Emmett storming in... He does that sometimes. Im pacing back and forth when i notice a shadow out side, But i know that that Shadow, I go and open the door just as she was walking up the stairs “What are you doing outside?” I asked her, noticing how happy i was in the tone of my voice, she smiles and replies “Nothing” as she walks inside, I notice that theres something on her mind, if only i knew what.

We are walking upstairs as i remembered i wanted to give her something, i gently grab her arm and smile, She looks at me with those deep Brown Eyes, as im looking in them i almost forget what i was doing and then i take out something that has been very precious to me for a long time, a small but beautiful Crystal Heart, i clip it onto the bracelet that dog gave to her, Yes you can say im a petty person with some jealousy.. I may be a Vampire but im also a man. She looks at it and replies “Its beautiful” then she smiles and says “Thank You” I look at her, shes almost as fragile as the crystal, but also just as beautiful, even more so. I reply “It was my mothers.” I look at her hand then into her eyes again, with a smirk i add “ anyways, its only fair i be represented as well”

We walk into my room, i can tell she is surprised, “Nice Bed” she says with a smile, I look at her with the same kind of smile “I thought you might need one to sleep” she looks at me and replies “I think an air mattress would have sufficed” i smile down at the floor, like i would let her sleep on an air mattress, but thats my Bella always humble.  I reply “Is this too much” she looks at me with her deep brown eyes  and says “No this is perfect” I can tell she still has something on her mind, the same thing she was thinking about when she got here, I cant help it i gotta know what shes thinking, it almost makes me nervous, and then she says “I need to ask you something” here it is, i look at her “Anything” i reply, “Marriage is the condition for you, to change me your self right?” she says, I smile happy it wasnt something bad, “Yes” i say as i go to sit next to her on the bed, still with a smile on my face “Okay, i wanna negotiate my own condition” she says putting her delicate hand on mine, sometimes i still get worried im too cold for her, but im getting off subject, i look at her and reply “Anything you want, its yours” i really would do anything for her, anything she wanted, if she wanted the Eiffel tower i would steal it for her, if she wanted to go to space id take her, even though its dangerous there, maybe we rethink space.                             She gets a little nervous and looks at me “Promise” she says and i look at her a little nervous my self and say “Yeah”, She puts her hand on my neck, its so warm, it smells so beautiful, then she delicately starts to kiss me, i still dont know what she wants though, her lips move so fluently though, its hard to resist, and i notice her hand move from my neck to my button down shirt, as she struggles to starts to undo my buttons i realize what she wants, my face crinkles up with worry and pain and I grab her hand from undoing any more on my shirt “Bella. No” I look at her hoping shes not angry, or sad, but this I know cant be negotiated .. its to dangerous, as much as i wanted to be with Bella that way I couldnt. She says to me in reply “But you said you wanted me to have every human Experience” bewildered I reply “Not ones that involve killing you” still arguing her case she says “and everyone says once im changed all ill wanna do is slaughter the whole town” i look down, i feel bad for letting her down, but i dont trust my self, i reply “That part doesn't last long” not giving up she says to me  looking deep into my eyes “I want you.... while im still me” if only i could tell her how much i want her how much i would love to be with her that way, to be connected in a way that is so intimate, to be able to caress her whole body, knowing it would smooth, so smooth my fingers would trace so effortlessly down her back, her kissing my neck and whispering in my ear, i wish i could tell her how i want her so much more then she knows.                                                 Interrupting my thoughts, which is probably a good thing, she keeps on with her sentence saying “while i still want you this way” what she doesnt know is once she is changed, she will feel these feeling for me 100x more powerfully, thats how i feel right now towards her, but i cant, it hurts so much in me that i cant do this for her “Its too dangerous” i say looking down at my lap,  with so much love in her voice she says “Try, just try”  putting her hand on my leg, i want to try... i really do, if we do this, while shes human.... then i know right now i want to be married first, its how i was raised and how i want to respect her, she deserves that kind of respect. right now we are both just Horny.                                             she smiles and says “Ill go to some ridiculously expensive college and let you buy me a car.... Ill marry you!!” she said it, she said she will marry me, i know she is just saying it because she wants to have sex with me right now, but i cant help my self, i take her face as gently as i can grab anything and kiss her, are lips move fluently together, so perfectly, its almost as if are lips were made for each other.  As my lips gently move across her mouth, we lay down and i know what shes thinking and i know i need to stop... but i just cant, shes so warm and so beautiful, my hands have a mind of their own as i grab her leg and bring her closer to me, i grab her back in passion, and then as she starts to remove her clothes, while im kissing her i say with painfully “Bella stop taking your clothes off”i really didnt want her too but i knew we had to slow down, and then she says out of breath in the heat of the moment “What you want to do that part?” this makes me stop, of course i wanna do that part, but it cant be tonight “Not tonight” i say to her looking into her eyes trying to be as gentle as possible, as im holding her i can tell she is upset , not in a mad way, but in a disappointed way, she crawls out of my arms and sits up, which makes me up set but in a sad way,  i sigh, i want to give her everything, i decide to sit up with her.                     I can tell she is sad, she looks at me and says insecurely “You dont....” then she looks down “Thats fine” the way she said it was heart breaking and i can tell what she meant, that hurt me, how could she ever think i didnt want her that way, not being with her just now was one of the hardest things for me, i lean towards her, and i say for her reassurance “Believe me... I want to” i could almost hear a slight desperation in my tone, because i truly meant it, and with true honesty i tell her “I just want to be married to you first” she sighs and gets closer to me and says “You really make me feel like im some sort of villain trying to steal your virtue or something” this makes me laugh, how could she ever think that, doesnt she know by now all things i ever do now, i do for her, “Its not my virtue im concerned about” she looks at me with those eyes and says “Are you kidding” oh my bella, i smile to myself, and then look at her in all seriousness “Its just one rule i want to leave un broken” then i continue “It might be too late for my soul, but i will do anything to protect yours”  her soul is so precious to me and i wish she knew how precious it truly is.                                                      she just looks at me so i keep going “I know its not a modern notion” and she laughs slightly saying “its not modern, its ancient” i laugh a little, i think sometimes she forgets that im ancient myself, “Im from a different era” i remind her, looking down at my leg again, “things were alot less complicated” i look back up at her, and then smile thinking about how it would be if i had met her then “And if i would have met you back then, i would have courted you” i say with an even bigger smile on my face, this brings a smile to her face too, i continue saying “ we would have taken chaperoned strolls, and iced tea on the porch” we both laugh a little, and this moment, i never realised how much i do truely love this woman sitting next to me, how beautiful she is, how much my mother would have loved her, so i stand up and i know what i want to do, i continue “Maybe i would have stolen a kiss or two, and then only after asking your fathers permission” i grab this small satin box in one my night stands so fast she wouldnt notice i moved, then start slowly going down to one knee i continue “I would have gotten down on one knee” as im kneeling in front of her now, i grab her hand to make sure that its open, and ready for what im about to do “and i would have presented you with a ring” i pull the ring from behind my back and place box in her delicate hand, as she is looking at it, i look at her and tell her “this was my mothers.” she lets a small gasp out, and looks at me now, i know now, this is the most perfect time to do this, for in this moment, i feel closer to Bella then i ever have, for in this moment i know with out a doubt i want to be with Bella for all the days of eternity, so i look at her, forgetting all the plans that i had for this and say “Isabella Marie Swan, I promise to love you every moment of forever, will you do me the extraordinary honer and marry me?” she looks at me and then looks down at the bed, this makes me nervous for a second, but then she smiles the beautiful smile of hers and says the most beautiful response i could ever hear “Yes” she looks at me, and i smile with a sigh of happiness and relief, I cant help but pick her up and twirl her around, i have never been so happy. Alice was right i would thank her for this.