#wonder why they r called that tho

[jazz-kity]

well shoot

[eyepatchdate]

lowkey aitsf thing i want to know: who is the mob doctor renju trusts???? who ARE you, mysterous trustworthy mob doctor

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[melanchol1cs]

WHAT GOOD IS SORRY?

ex husband!leon x f!reader

word count: 3.3k summary: why does one wound those they love so deeply? masterlist | taglist | ko-fi

18+ MDNI. mentions of divorce, cheating/infidelity, awkward leon stuff, guilt, yearning, leon and reader have a child together — and i named her denise for whatever reason, getting stood up by a date, drunk texting, kissing, oral(r!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, bittersweet ending(?) i guess.

a/n: old wip,, this was supposed to be super gut wrenching and angsty but for some reason, my brain didn’t want to cooperate and decided that this would be the ending. also, i’ve been contemplating whether to address this or not and even tho its not a big issue, PLEASE interact with my posts. it’s the only way i’m able to know that you guys actually like the stuff i write, and ever since i’ve started writing on here 7 months ago, i’ve been noticing a decrease in interactions. im honestly losing motivation to write because i truly don’t know if people actually read my shit and like it. anyway, enjoy my mediocre writing ^___^

leon regrets everything he’s done up to this point. running into ada on a mission, going to the bar with her afterwards, and the kiss. the stupid kiss that eventually led up to this.

the divorce.

it all felt wrong, so wrong. yet here he was, driving his car to your doorstep, his stomach in knots despite having done this several times before.

for the sake of your daughter, the two of you had decided that shared custody would be the best option.

he stands at the door, hesitating before knocking, his knuckles hovering anxiously. clearing his throat, he gently raps his knuckles against the door, hoping for an answer. he's already second-guessing himself, wondering if he should have texted or called first.

your door eventually opens, and he's met with a familiar face. you.

you greet him with a civil smile, pressing a kiss into your daughter’s hair before ushering her inside.

he fidgets, adjusting the brim of his leather jacket nervously as he takes in the sight of you.

you reach to shut the door, catching a glimpse of him awkwardly hovering over you porch.

“you okay?”

he tries to find his voice. "yeah, i just, uh... i was just thinking..”

he looks down at his feet, kicking the ground with the side of his scuffed boot, as if trying to buy some time or maybe just willing the floor to swallow him up. when he speaks, his voice is low and sheepish. “when i was— last night, i thought… uh, do- do you remember when.. shit. are you free this weekend?”

”what?” you muse at his question. “leon, i really don’t wanna have this conversation with you again,”

he winces at the rebuff, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets as a defensive measure.

leon’s adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows hard, his ears burning at your words. he looks anywhere but at you, his eyes darting over the porch railing, the foliage, the sky — anywhere but your eyes. oh, those eyes he adored so much.

"no, wait, hear me out,”

"listen..." he takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever fallout this might bring, knowing he's already on shaky ground. “i just wanna talk.. to you.”

he shifts his weight, glancing up at the roof of the house as if the heavens themselves could offer a solution. when he does meet your gaze again, his eyes are pleading, his jaw clenched with a mix of anxiety and something akin to desperation.

“i’m sorry, leon. i’m busy,”

he scoffs and his face scrunches up, a pained grimace contorting his features as he cuts you off. “c’mon, please?” he's standing too close now, invading the personal space he once knew so well. “i.. i know it isn’t what we do anymore but—“

“no, seriously. i literally can’t. i have something up.”

“oh.” he deflates slightly at your dismissal, shoulders slumping in defeat. a soft, regretful sigh escapes his parted lips, and his eyes drop, gaze wandering aimlessly. "can- can you can you cancel? is it really important? what about on sunday-? i’m sure we can..“

“leon.” it's not a question this time, you stare at him with the tiniest hint of pity. “i have a date.”

ouch. he freezes, his chest constricting as if he's been punched. a date? the words echo in his mind, each syllable like a dagger to his pride, his ego, his everything. a muscle in his jaw twitches, his hands clenching and unclenching in his pockets. leon swallows hard, his throat suddenly parched.

"oh," he repeats, the sound barely above a whisper. he takes a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him.

he rubs a hand over the back of his neck, jaw working in agitation as he grapples with the blow of your words. a snarky retort rises in his throat, a cutting remark to deflect the sting, but it withers on his tongue, a futile attempt at salvaging pride he knows is misplaced.

leon swallows hard, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally finds his voice, laced with a wry bitterness. “yeah, no worries.. guess that's that," a bitter, hollow chuckle escapes him as he shifts his weight. his tone is flippant, trying to mask the sting of rejection, but the defeat is palpable as he turns to leave. he starts down the porch steps, his boots thudding against the wooden slats.

you finally close the door on him, standing by the door, hand on the knob, unease prickling along you skin like a thousand tiny needles, each one stinging with the weight of guilt. you sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she tries to process her feelings. guilt, regret, a twinge longing — it's all so confusing, so messy.

the weight of his pleading eyes, the desperation in his tone — he had no right acting like a dejected puppy after he cheated on you.

you shake your head, face between your hands. he made his choices, just as you had, and now it was time to move on. you squared your shoulders, took a deep breath, and stepped away from the door, determined to let go of the ghost of what was and focus on the life you were building. for you, and your daughter.

but it’s not really easy.

not when you’re sitting alone at a restaurant, waiting for a date that never bothered to show.

your phone buzzes and you hold your breath. hoping for some sort of confirmation, but it's quickly snuffed out.

‘hey, sorry i couldn’t make it. something important came up’ the simple text reads. the same stupid excuse. every. single. time. your heart sinks, a dull ache forming in the pit of your stomach.

a bitter, derisive chuckle escapes your lips. serves you right. you knew he was trouble from the start. yet, your heart aches, a dull throb of pain and disappointment. you feel so foolish, sitting there, waiting for someone who never shows. though, it isn't really new.

now you lay in your bed, having already kicked off your heels and changed out of the uncomfortably tight dress you wore.

you pull the blankets up to your chin, suddenly feeling cold. you toss and turn, brooding and wallowing in misery, and it seemed like you’ve been doing it for hours till you’re startled out of your fitful doze by the buzz of your phone.

it's a text from leon, of course it is. it’s another one of his ‘where are u? i miss u’ ‘can’t stop thinking about you. please let me c u’ meltdowns.

he's drunk again, you can tell by the sloppy caps and the desperate pleas. every time he has a rough night, he always thinks coming over will magically fix everything. and you always refuse, knowing he’s only drunk and alone. but tonight, you feel particularly lonely.

your thumb hovers over the keyboard, and before you know it, you're typing. ‘come over.’ you hesitate, then send the message.

by then, he’s already halfway out the door, stumbling out and nearly falling as he trips over his own feet in his haste. he takes the stairs two at a time, a goofy, shit-eating grin plastered on his face. when he reaches your door, he pounds on it with a fist. his breath comes out in short puffs as he waits, anticipation making his heart race.

click.

the door creaks open a fraction and his eyes lock onto you, looking all soft and domestic in a robe. leon's breath catches in his throat as his eyes drink you in.

he tumbles in, arms outstretched as if he's about to catch something. he's immediately in your space, arms around you in a tight, needy embrace. his face buries itself in the crook of your neck, breathless with relief and something else, something suspiciously like love.

“leon—“ he smashes his mouth against yours, tongue pushing past your lips, the taste of beer and regret in his breath. his hands roam, sliding up your back, gripping your hair, fingers splayed wide as if to assure himself you're real. a low, desperate sound escapes him, half-groan, half-moan as his body presses against yours. he's desperate, sloppy, but undeniably passionate. when he finally breaks for air, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes glassy with drink and longing.

“missed you s’ much, baby,” he presses a kiss to your neck, tongue tracing the pulse point with a reverence that borders worship.

“let me make it up to you, please,” he looks up at you with those big, puppy-dog eyes, an expression so pathetic it’s comical. yet, the desperation behind them makes it anything but.

his hands skim down your sides to your hips, fingers digging in as if to keep you anchored to him. his face buried in the crook of your neck as his hands knead the meat of your ass, claws digging in through the fabric of your robe. his breath hitches as he nuzzles into you, inhaling deeply as if committing you to memory.

he trails a string of open-mouthed kisses down your neck, pausing to nibble on your collarbone before continuing his journey south. his hands never stop moving, roaming over your body with an insatiable hunger.

you let out a soft whimper, arching into his touch. "bedroom," you breathe out, and he happily obliges.

once inside, he kicks the door shut behind him and spins you around, backing you up against the bed. he begins to undo your robe with shaking fingers, your heavy breathing and the rustling of silk the only sounds in the charged silence between you. when the robe falls open, he pushes it off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet.

the thin, sheer fabric of your nightgown offers little resistance as he practically rips it off you. a shaky breath escapes his parted lips as he reaches for you again, fingers grazing your skin as if he's not quite trusting his own touch.

he guides you to the bed, pushing you to sit on the edge. he immediately drops to his knees before you, face between your legs.

“these ‘re pretty,” he slurs out, before he fucking tears your underwear off.

“leon!”

he chuckles at your reaction, a low, rumbling sound in the back of his throat. “sorry,” he murmurs against your inner thigh, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise in its wake. “gonna buy you new ones,”

his stubble scrapes against your sensitive skin as he slowly trails open-mouthed kisses up your thigh, savoring every inch of you that you’re willing to give him.

he buries his face between your legs, licking and sucking with a single-minded devotion that makes your toes curl and eyes roll back in your head. his scruffy cheeks hollow as he sucks a hickey into the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

god, it’s been so long. the feelings practically foreign.

his tongue begins to lash at your slit, long and flat, with a dexterity that belies his level of inebriation.

“you still mine?” he huffs. “‘course you are, ‘m the only one that can get ya this wet,”

slurp, smack, suck, repeat.

his tongue is relentless, probing your entrance, swirling around your clit with increasing fervor. he's sloppy, uncoordinated, but it only serves to heighten the intensity of it all. every time he pulls back, you can hear his heavy breathing, feel the vibrations of his moans against your most intimate flesh. your fingers thread into his hair, tugging him closer as your back arches off the bed. a keening whimper escapes you, the sound muffled by your clenched teeth as you struggle to maintain some semblance of control.

“fuck, leon—” your words trail off into incoherent mumbles as he drives you closer to the edge, tongue darting in and out with a pace that’ll make a grown woman go crazy. “d-denise, were gonna wake her up,”

a low growl rumbles in his chest as he responds to your whine. there's a hint of accusation in his gaze, but it quickly morphs into a look of raw, desperate need. “don’t matter,” he's relentless, persistent, refusing to back down even as you tremble and writhe beneath him.

he grunts, his attention snapping back to you, blue eyes squinting as he looks up from between your thighs. his tongue is a damn metronome, lapping and smacking with a relentless rhythm that has you chasing the edge of oblivion.

it's like every drunken fantasy he's ever had is being poured out onto you. messy, uncoordinated, desperate. and you’re eating it up. “gonna make you forget all about that stupid date," he mutters through slurred words. "’m the only man who can make you feel this good,"

he's not wrong. the way he's attacking you with his tongue, it's like he's trying to prove a fucking point.

"leon, please," you gasp out, and he takes it as an invitation to continue. your entire body is wound up tight, a taut string ready to snap. he slips a finger in, then two, curling them just right so that they’re pressing against that spongy spot that has you seeing stars.

your legs wrap around his head, fingers threading into his hair as you pull him in as close as humanly possible. his name is a chant on your lips, a prayer to the gods of pleasure. "leon, leon, leon,". denise could come in right now and catch you like this — legs splayed, back arched, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. he's that good. or maybe that bad. you dont know. and you don’t care to find out.

"yeah, just like that," he praises, voice a low, gravelly growl. "love my fingers in this greedy little cunt, don't you?"

your thighs clench around his head, heels digging into his back as you ride out the pleasure. "gonna cum, leon, please—“ yours words trail off into a wail, a keen of pure, unadulterated euphoria.

your back arches, toes curl, and your fingers dig into his hair, holding him to you as the wave crashes over you. he tugs you down to the edge of the bed, practically burying his face in your groin. he laps at your slit, in and out, in and out, until the last bit of resistance melts away.

he lifts his face from between your legs, eyes hazy and unfocused as he fumbles to unbuckle his pants. once he has it off, he's back, pushing your legs apart as he kneels between them. the thick of his length throbs against your lower belly, and you can feel his racing heartbeat through every inch of him that's in contact with you.

he notches the head of his cock at your entrance, pressing in just enough to make you feel the pressure, gathering your juices before giving a long, slow stroke up and down, coating himself in you. he's throbbing, pulsing with need, and you can practically taste the desperation in your mouth.

he presses in, just the tip at first, then a bit more. slow, shallow strokes, in and out. his hips rock against yours, the motion slow and languid. one of his hands cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your closed eyelids to check if he was dreaming. the other hand palms the small of your back, fingers digging in as if to anchor himself. your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind his back as he slowly sinks into you.

he's quiet for a moment, just holding you, his heart racing in his chest as if he's trying to communicate something without using words. his hips move, the action slow and lazy, as if he's trying to spoon you into submission.

he pulls out, just to the tip, before pushing back in. the motion is slow, sensual, a deliberate teasing that has you whining and writhing beneath him.

sweat beads on his brow, tracing down the lines of his face, but he doesn't slow. if anything, he's driven by a desperate need to make up for lost time, to prove himself worthy of you. your back arches, hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets as he pistons in and out, the force of his thrusts rocking your entire body. he's not gentle, not soft, but rough and demanding, just like he always used to be when he was trying to stake his claim.

he nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before he sooths it with his tongue. “fuck, feels so good,” he gasps out, his words punctuated by the slap of skin against skin. “can't believe i ever let you go.”

"leon," you whimper, the name a plea, a prayer. his lips find yours in a sloppy, frantic kiss. he's drinking you in, devouring your mouth, your moans, your gasps, trying to consume every ounce of you.

he's sweating, hair a mess, face scrunched up in concentration, but those blue eyes remain locked on yours.

you're lost in the sensation, every nerve ending on high alert, screaming for friction, for relief, for release. "leon, leon, gonna cum," you pant, your voice raw, your throat dry. "please, i—" but your pleas are swallowed by his next thrust, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls.

he leans forward, his forehead pressing against yours, noses nearly touching. his hot breath mingles with yours, the scent of his beer-soaked breath and the musk of his arousal mingling together in the most intoxicating way. "love you," he suddenly whispers, the words a quiet, a desperate confession that hangs in the air between you.

“love you, love you, fuck—“

the way your walls squeeze him when you cum drags his own orgasm from him. for a long moment, he stays frozen, buried to the hilt, his chest heaving against yours as he tries to catch his breath.

the heat of your body seeps into his skin, chasing away the chill of the night air. he collapses against you, a boneless heap of satisfied male. his cock throbs, pulses, and drips onto the bed between your legs as he tries to catch his breath. the room is silent, save for your joint heavy breathing, and the occasional groan as his softening length slips out of you. eventually, he rolls off, lying on his back beside you, one big hand coming to rest on your stomach, thumb stroking in a slow, idle pattern. his eyes are hazy, unfocused, but they find yours and hold. a small, sheepish smile tugs at his lips.

"sorry," he slurs out, the word garbled and slightly off-kilter. "i shoulda been better, should’ve tried harder, i... i‘m gonna make things right, i swear,"

he peppers your neck with soft kisses, his stubble rasping against your tender flesh. he's warm, solid, and comforting. gentle and tender, a stark contrast to the desperation that drove him mere moments ago.

he's not reaching for grand gestures or flowery declarations. he's asking for something simple, intimate, and achingly human. a chance to hold you, to sleep beside you, to maybe, begin to rebuild something from the rubble of what once was.

and for a moment, you let yourself believe that he’ll be different this time. that he's not just trying to relive past glories, but genuinely wants to make amends, to start anew.

tags: @crowleyco @withonly-sweetheart @fanilkychae

[riinniies]

ITOSHI SAE X FEM! READER

Yandere! itoshi sae, stranger to.. lover?, possessive behavior, kidnapping, age gap (6 years) , kinda ooc sae (not kinda tho), Weird Reader, Sae and Reader (not) literally the same but with different fonts. I'm sorry if it's weird, English is not my first language.

You were just an ordinary girl who, for some inexplicable reason, suddenly found yourself in.. a misfortune

Words count: 5531

Actually i'm just lazy to made it into chapters so this is the whole things.

Oh, and there's bonus chapter link in the end. I hope you liked it!

My writings

• Day One

On the first day you were kidnapped, you were angry, rebellious, terrified, and cried. You did everything you could to escape—breaking a window and running as far as possible from the house in the middle of the forest, even trying to ride the kidnapper’s motorcycle. But nothing worked.

The kidnapper, who introduced himself as Itoshi Sae, simply stood watching you with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall. His gaze was calm, as if he knew you couldn’t escape him.

Like now, your leg had been shot with a rifle, and you fell off the motorcycle. Your head felt dizzy, and soon after, you heard footsteps approaching. His tall figure stopped in front of you, and then he knelt down to pick you up.

“It’s only the first day, but you’re quite persistent, aren’t you?”

You felt your vision darken as his words faded.

---

• Day Seven

“Open your mouth,” he said. You glared at him in annoyance but still complied. At the moment, you were sitting on a sofa in the living room.

Because of the gunshot wound in your leg, you couldn’t go anywhere or do anything by yourself, not even bathe without his help.

He was feeding you lunch. It had been seven days since you were confined in this luxurious house in the middle of the forest, and you were starting to give up. He truly intended to kidnap and trap you here. Sometimes you wondered—how did he prepare everything so perfectly? Especially since you’d never met this man before.

Lost in thought, reflecting on the bizarre events that had unfolded, you noticed Sae’s calm gaze fixed on you. He continued feeding you until the plate was empty.

“Sae,” you called. He raised an eyebrow.

“Hm?”

“I… have a question.”

There was silence for a moment before you heard a sigh.

“What?”

You swallowed hard, feeling both scared and nervous.

“W-why did you kidnap me?”

Silence. Again, no answer for several moments. But then you felt his cold hand lift your chin, forcing you to look into his teal eyes, which were, annoyingly, stunningly beautiful.

“Because I… love you.”

You froze at his words. You couldn’t believe what you just heard—it didn’t make sense.

• Day 30

Your leg was starting to heal, but you still couldn’t walk unaided. Sae continued helping you walk, and not just that—he helped you eat, drink, bathe, and everything else.

You felt frustrated. You had tried everything to get information about your whereabouts, but Sae seemed to know your intentions and kept his lips sealed whenever you asked.

For 30 days, your life here had been relatively normal—except for being shot in the leg when you tried to escape. You ate, watched TV, and read comics. Somehow, he knew you liked reading, as the house had a large library filled with novels and comics you loved.

Sae never did anything inappropriate to you. Maybe… not yet? You weren’t sure. Even when he bathed you, he didn’t try anything. He genuinely just bathed you, and you weren’t thinking about this because you wanted him to touch you, okay?

---

"(Name)," Sae’s deep voice called from behind the library door. You put your book down and replied, "Yes? I’m here." You waved your hand. Since you couldn’t walk to him, Sae approached you and sat beside you.

You looked at him curiously. “What’s wrong? This is unusual.”

“In two weeks, I’ll be leav–”

“For where?” you cut him off, feeling panicked. Where would he go? Was he leaving you? Alone? Why did you care?

“Only for three days,” he said. You sighed in relief.

Sae then looked at you intently. “Three days.”

• Day 44

Today was the first day Sae left you alone. He left plenty of supplies and even gave you a phone! Though it could only be used to call or text him, it was still exciting.

After spending so much time here, you began to learn things about Sae. He was a soccer player—actually, a world-class soccer player. That shocked you. Sure, he had muscles and good looks, but you had assumed he was a model, not an athlete.

How did you find out? In the library, you came across a thin biography with Sae’s full name on the cover.

You learned he was 24 years old, six years older than you, and had a younger brother named Itoshi Rin. He was also the eldest sibling, just like you. Reading his biography made you miss your family. Weren’t they looking for you?

Your phone rang, breaking your thoughts. Without looking, you already knew who was calling.

“Yes, Sae?”

There was silence on the other end. You raised an eyebrow.

“Sae—”

“Yes, hold on,” Sae interrupted. You sighed in relief, thinking something might be wrong.

“What is it?” you asked again. He cleared his throat.

“Talk to me,” he said.

Talk? You were confused. He was the one who called, so why did he want you to talk?

“Uh… what are you doing?” you asked spontaneously.

“Training.”

Practice, he said. You nodded, even though you knew Sae couldn’t see your nod.

"I saw in your biography, you… are a soccer player, right?"

"Yes."

You sighed hearing Sae's answer. Why did he always answer your questions so briefly? You felt annoyed.

"So… are you done with practice?"

Tutt.. tutt..

"What? Did he hang up?" You sighed roughly, confused and feeling more annoyed. How could he be like this?

• Day 46

After the strange incident of Sae calling you on the first day he left you alone, he never called again. Right now, you were lying on your bed—along with Sae—and you were bored! You were tired of reading the comics and novels Sae had prepared for you.

A while later, you suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. You sat up. Did Sae finally return? You got off the bed and went outside your room, smiling when you saw Sae.

"Sae!" You ran—well, walked quickly because your leg was still injured—toward him, then stopped just a few steps away. Sae, as usual, just stared at you calmly. He then patted your head without saying anything.

Then, he walked past you and placed his bag on the sofa before sitting down. He looked at you and patted the sofa beside him.

You understood what he meant and sat down next to him.

"Why didn’t you escape?" Sae asked, his gaze serious. You stared at him with a confused look.

What’s wrong with this person? You thought. Was he so exhausted that he was thinking of something… unreasonable?

"How could I escape? I don’t even know where I am, and I know you’ve set up many traps outside."

"You’re smarter than I thought," Sae said, and you glared at him, feeling offended.

"If I were stupid, I would have been killed by you a long time ago." Sae fell silent, seeming to agree with your response.

"Do you know how long you’ve been here?" Sae asked, still staring at you with his annoying gaze.

"Of course, I’ve been counting." Sae raised an eyebrow when he heard your answer. He seemed more interested in this topic.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, today is day 46, right?" Sae nodded, then smiled.

"Tomorrow, we’ll go somewhere else."

• Day 47

You were on a plane.

You touched the window, marveling at the view. Although you’d flown before—since your mother wasn’t Japanese—it was your first time in business class.

The cabin was eerily empty. It was just you and Sae. Had he booked the entire section just to hide you?

“Sit still,” Sae’s deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You adjusted your posture and turned to him.

“Where are we going?”

“To Madrid. Didn’t you hear at the airport?”

You nodded sheepishly. You had forgotten.

“Sae,” you started.

“Hm?”

“Do you… know everything about me?”

“Yes.”

“Liar.”

“Why would I lie?”

You rolled your eyes, frustrated by his bluntness.

“How old am I?”

“Eighteen.”

He was right.

“When’s my birthday?”

“January xx, 2006.”

You froze. How did he know that?

“What’s your favorite food? Katsu curry. Favorite colors? Sky blue and pastel pink. You have one younger brother. Your mother is from (country). You go to XXX High School. Your blood type is AB. You had a crush on a classmate who already has a girlfriend—”

“Okay, stop!” you interrupted, overwhelmed. How did he know all this?

“How… how long have you been stalking me?”

“Since I was 18,” he replied casually.

You widened your eyes. That meant since you were 12.

“Are you a pedophile?”

"How ridiculous," Sae replied, clearly offended.

"But you liked me since you were 18? When you were 18, I was only... 12 years old," you pointed out.

"...I'm not a pedophile," Sae said, his tone firm.

You sighed, exasperated by his defensive response.

"But why do you like me? I don’t remember ever meeting you. From what I read in your biography, you never lived anywhere near where I’ve been."

You swallowed nervously. It was a question you’d asked him many times, but Sae never seemed willing to give a proper answer.

He fell silent for a moment, as if deciding whether to tell you or not. After a few long minutes, he reached out and gently touched the scar on the back of your neck. Your eyes widened in shock. He even knows about that?

"Do you remember?" Sae asked softly.

You shook your head, confused.

"You saved me that day, (Name)," he said quietly.

• Day 48

You sit in a luxury hotel couch in Madrid, gazing out the window at the unfamiliar yet breathtaking city. Sae is in the bathroom, and you finally get a moment to yourself—even though you know it won’t last long.

Sae's words on the plane keep swirling in your mind. "You saved me back then." But how? When? Why can’t you remember?

You massage your temples, trying to connect all the pieces of your life that suddenly changed ever since he kidnapped you.

The bathroom door opens, and Sae steps out with wet hair, a plain white T-shirt clinging to his muscular body. He glances at you briefly before sitting on the sofa beside you.

"Still thinking about it?" he asks bluntly.

"Of course. I don’t even know what really happened. How could I have saved you when I don’t even know you?"

Sae leans back on the sofa, his teal eyes staring at you sharply yet calmly. "It happened when I was 18. I was in Japan for a junior tournament. That night... I had a little accident near a rural road. I fell off my bike."

You fall silent, trying to remember something relevant.

"I could barely move, and people walked by without caring. But you... a little girl with a school bag, ran up to me. You gave me water from your bottle, called someone to help me."

You furrow your brows, and slowly, a vague memory starts to resurface. A teenager with a wound on his leg, blood on the side of his head, and you, panicking, calling for an ambulance. It was him.

"That was you?" you ask, almost in disbelief.

Sae nods slowly, no expression on his face. "Since then, I kept looking for you. I wanted to know who you were and why you helped me so easily. I thought it was just gratitude, but it was more than that."

A chill runs through you. Does that mean ever since that moment, he decided to learn everything about you? Kidnap you?

"But that’s crazy, Sae. You kidnapped me and think that’s normal?"

He moves closer, lifting your chin so you look into his eyes. "I don’t care what you think. I love you, i will make sure you stay by my side. No one can take you from me."

His cold tone makes it hard for you to breathe. Yet, you can’t look away from his teal eyes, full of determination.

"And if I say I can’t love you back?" you challenge, trying to stay calm.

Sae gives a small smile, but it’s not warm. "You don’t have a choice, (Name)."

What are you really facing now?

---

• Day 50

Two days have passed since you arrived in Madrid, and your routine with Sae hasn't changed much. However, your feelings are starting to shift—not entirely hatred, but far from comfort. There’s something about the way Sae watches you, the way he treats you so carefully, that confuses you.

Today, you’re at the stadium where Sae is training. You sit in the VIP stands, surrounded by luxury that makes you uncomfortable. The stadium is empty, with only a few staff members busy on the field.

Sae, in his training jersey, is running on the field. You watch his movements, how he looks so focused and professional—as if this world is his. You can’t deny that he looks incredibly handsome, but you quickly shake your head, trying to erase that thought.

When practice ends, Sae walks toward you. A towel hangs around his neck, and his face is slightly damp with sweat. He sits beside you, placing a water bottle on the small table.

"Did you enjoy the practice?" he asks flatly, as usual.

"I thought you didn’t care about what I think," you reply, trying not to be intimidated.

Sae glances at you, the corner of his lips curling up slightly. "I care, but I don’t need validation from you."

You sigh and turn your face away. "Why did you bring me here? Wouldn’t it have been easier for you to leave me in Japan?"

Sae looks straight ahead, his voice cold but full of resolve. "I don’t trust the world to keep you safe. You’re only safe when you’re near me."

"Don’t you realize how crazy that sounds?" you ask, your voice rising.

He turns to face you, his eyes full of intensity. "Crazy or not, I won’t take the risk of losing you. I don’t care how you see me, (Name). What matters is that you’re here, with me."

You sighs, feeling frustrated and confused. But before you can respond, Sae touches your hand—something he rarely does. His touch is cold but not intimidating.

"You might think I’m a monster, but I’ll never hurt you, (Name). I just want you to be safe."

Those words make you pause. There’s sincerity in his tone that’s hard to ignore. But still, it doesn’t erase the fact that he kidnapped you, trapped you, and now brought you to a foreign country.

"Safe? You think safe means locking me up like a bird in a golden cage?" you ask sarcastically.

Sae doesn’t answer. Instead, he stands up and walks away, leaving you alone in the stands.

• Evening

You’re sitting in your hotel room, staring at the phone in your hand. The phone only has one contact: Sae. You try to find a way out, trying to make use of the situation. If only you could contact someone, anyone...

Think. Is there a way out of this? But the longer you think about it, the clearer it becomes that Sae has planned everything carefully. There’s no easy way out.

Your phone suddenly vibrates. Sae’s name appears on the screen. You quickly pick it up.

"What is it?" you ask coldly.

"I’m in the dining room. Come here," he says without pleasantries, then hangs up.

Reluctantly, you leave your room and head to the hotel dining room. Sae is sitting at the table, with food already served.

"Sit," he orders.

You obey, too tired to resist. Sae looks at you while resting his chin on his hand.

"Starting tomorrow, you’ll go out with me," he suddenly says.

You stare at him, surprised. "Go out? You mean... outside the hotel?"

He nods. "I can’t always watch you up close, but I want you to get used to being near me in public. You’re mine, and I want the world to know that."

His words make you uncomfortable. But before you can respond, he adds, "But don’t misunderstand. I won’t let you go."

You bite your lip, holding back the urge to snap. Sae continues to look at you with a cold yet intense gaze, as if he has already planned everything ahead.

And deep down, you know—this game is far from over.

• Day 51

That morning, you feel anxious even though there’s no clear reason for it. Sae has decided to take you out of the hotel, and while that might seem like a small freedom, you know he’s watching every move you make with intense scrutiny.

You sit on the sofa, staring out the slightly open window of your hotel room. Outside, Madrid looks busy, filled with people who never know about your feelings right now, about the crazy situation you’re in. It almost seems impossible to believe this is your life now.

Your phone vibrates again, startling you. It’s a message from Sae: I’m waiting for you in the lobby.

You sigh and stand up, feeling a bit sluggish, but you know delaying it will only make him more frustrated. Slowly, you leave the room and head to the lobby.

Sae is standing there, dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit. His eyes are on you, and this time, his smile doesn’t look like his usual one—it’s a smile that holds something deeper, perhaps pride.

"We’re going to the city center," he says calmly, "don’t talk too much, and stay close to me."

You nod slightly, though your mind is occupied with all the possible things that might happen when you go out together. Walking through the crowd with no way out, it’s frightening—especially because you know Sae is watching every movement you make.

---

• Madrid City Center

You feel like the world is watching you. Everyone passing by seems unaware that something isn’t quite right between you and Sae. But inside, there’s an unbearable tension. Sae walks beside you with his usual calm demeanor, and you know he feels it too—the feeling of being trapped.

He leads you to various places: a bookstore, a small café that seems to exist just for people like you. All the while, you try not to show your confusion or fear, even though it’s incredibly difficult.

At the bookstore, you stop by a fiction shelf. Reflexively, you begin scanning the books, trying to find an escape in a different story. But Sae stands behind you, closer than you’re comfortable with. His eyes are watching every movement you make, as though he’s monitoring whether you’ll try to run or not.

"There’s no need to pretend," he says softly, startling you. "You want to leave, don’t you?"

You turn your body and look at him, trying to stay calm even though your heart is racing. "I don’t want anything from here. I just... don’t know what to do."

Sae smiles cynically. "You don’t need to know. You just need to follow what I say."

You hold your breath, your emotions mixed. Is this real? What do you even expect from yourself? An impossible escape or simply acceptance of the fate that has already happened?

He keeps watching, like a predator who knows its prey can’t run anywhere. All of your conversations are just a game—a game where you have no full control.

---

• Evening

After several hours, you return to the hotel. You sit on the sofa again, feeling physically and emotionally exhausted. Sae sits next to you, his body so close you can feel the warmth of his skin.

"How does it feel?" he asks in a low voice, looking at you with an unreadable gaze.

"It feels... strange," you answer honestly. "Like I’m living in a different world. Like I can’t find a way out."

Sae nods slowly. "That’s my goal, (Name). This world is too dangerous for you. That’s why I won’t let you go. I’ll protect you by any means necessary."

You look at him, his head slightly lowered as if searching for something inside you. A moment later, he speaks with a deeper voice, almost like a whisper. "I can’t forget you, (Name). From the moment you helped me, I knew. This isn’t just an obsession. I feel... I need you."

You feel a tightness in your chest. Those words are heavy, and you don’t know how to respond. But there’s something different about Sae in that moment. Something more human, more vulnerable. Maybe this is a side of him he rarely shows.

"Why... why can’t you let me go?" you ask, quieter this time.

Sae looks at you deeply. "Because you’re a part of my life now, (Name). And I won’t let you go."

For the first time, you feel that reality—what he says is not just a threat but also a promise, full of determination. And in that silence, you realize that somehow, someday, you will find a way out—or maybe, you’ll be trapped in the world Sae has made for you.

• Day 52

After that meeting, a night full of confusion and tension, you couldn't sleep. Your mind kept spinning, wondering about so many things that remained unanswered. About Sae, about your increasingly chaotic feelings, and most of all... about your family.

You still clearly remember the face of your mother, the warm smile of your father, and the cheerful laughter of your younger sibling. Thinking about them only made your heart heavier. It’s been more than a month since you were kidnapped, and you don’t know if they’re looking for you, or even if they know what happened to you. Every night, before you fall asleep, you try to calm yourself with the thought that one day, it will all end and you’ll be able to go home.

However, every time you think about asking Sae, you hesitate. You know that any question you ask will probably get an unsatisfying answer, or maybe no answer at all. But that night, you couldn’t hold back your feelings any longer.

You get up from your bed and walk to the living room, where Sae is sitting in his chair, his sharp eyes focused on his phone. You approach him and stand in front of him.

"Sae," you call him in a low voice, strong enough to get his attention, but soft enough not to make him feel threatened.

Sae looks up at you, his eyes unchanged, still sharp and mysterious. "What?"

You swallow nervously, feeling anxious about the question you want to ask. "I... I want to know about my family. Are they looking for me?"

Sae pauses for a moment, and for a few seconds, you feel like he’s considering giving you a more honest answer. But finally, he shrugs indifferently. "I don’t know."

You feel frustrated, wanting to say something, but the words get stuck in your throat. "You must know something, Sae. They... they must be worried. My mom... my dad... my sibling."

Sae stares at you blankly. "They don’t know where you are," he answers flatly, as if it’s no big deal. "You don’t need to worry about them."

"Why?" you almost shout, unable to hold back the emotions building up. "Why are you so calm? They... they’re my family, Sae!"

Sae sighs deeply, as if he’s tired of these questions. "Because they’re not here. And you chose to be here, didn’t you?" he replies in a cold tone.

You stare at him, confused and disappointed. There’s no warmth in his answer, only hopelessness. "But... I didn’t choose this! You kidnapped me, Sae. You brought me here."

He shrugs again, as if he couldn’t care less about the anger you’ve just expressed. "It’s just my way of life, (Name). You can’t change it."

You want to say more, to ask how he can be so calm and not care about your feelings or your family, but you know it won’t change anything. Sae isn’t someone who’s easy to talk to about things like this. His answers are always brief, always avoiding the things that really matter.

You stand there, confused and disappointed, but you know there’s something bigger at play here. Something more complicated than you imagined. Something that makes you feel trapped, and maybe, one day, you’ll find out what it is.

---

• Day 54

You haven’t stopped asking about your family. Every time there’s a chance, you ask again, even though you know the answer won’t be different from before. Sometimes you feel like a fool, asking someone who clearly doesn’t care about giving you the answer you want.

"Don’t you feel worried about them?" you ask again, while Sae is staring at his phone.

Sae doesn’t answer immediately, only shifting his gaze to you. "No."

Of course not. He doesn’t care. You stare at him, feeling like there’s something missing between the two of you. All your feelings about family, about home, about freedom—everything feels farther away, like it’s floating out of your reach.

"Do you know how long I’ve been missing?" you ask, waiting for an answer that might just make you feel more alienated in this world.

Sae doesn’t look at you. "It’s been more than a month. And that won’t change."

You feel like you’re facing an immovable wall. There’s no emotion there, just flat words that make your heart emptier.

"Why won’t you give them a chance to look for me? Why do you keep holding me here?" The question slips out, unplanned.

Sae raises an eyebrow, his eyes still cold. "Because I love you, (Name). And I won’t let anyone take you from me."

Those words hang in the air, and although you’re used to how Sae talks, this time, something feels different. Is it anxiety? Or maybe fear? You’re not sure. But you can feel how dangerous that feeling is for Sae.

"So, you’re going to keep doing this?" you ask, trying to understand what’s going on in his head. "Keep me here, without giving me a chance to go back to my family?"

Sae looks at you deeply, then nods slowly. "I won’t give any chance to anyone who tries to separate us."

You can only stare at him, feeling like even though you keep asking, you won’t get the answer you want. And maybe, in the end, you’ll have to learn to accept this harsh reality—that Sae, with all his obsession and feelings, will never let you go.

• Day 56

Since that conversation, the atmosphere between you and Sae has become more tense. Although he still acts the same, something has changed. Something you can’t quite explain. You feel more trapped than ever, and every day that passes gives you less hope of returning home.

Today, after a few days of no serious conversations, you try asking again, even though you know the answer won’t be different from before.

Sae is sitting at the dining table, folding some papers he just read. You sit across from him, pausing for a moment, trying to find the right words. But eventually, you decide to ask again, even though you know it might trigger tension.

"Sae," you begin, speaking softly but firmly, "Won’t they... my family, won’t they look for me? Doesn’t anyone know where I am?"

Sae lifts his gaze from the paper he folded, looking at you with his usual calm eyes. "No, they don’t know. And it’s better that way."

You feel the anger building up inside you again. "Why? Why won’t you let me go? I want to see them, Sae! I can’t keep living like this!"

Sae’s response comes quickly and flatly. "You’re not going anywhere, (Name). I won’t let you."

But this time, there’s a deeper, firmer tone. It feels like he’s starting to sense the tension between the two of you. However, he doesn’t show any irritation, just determination.

"This isn’t your decision to make," you say, your voice trembling with frustration. "This is my life, Sae. Not yours. I have a family who’s probably looking for me, and you..." you can’t continue. The words feel too painful, but they’re all locked inside your heart, buried deep.

Sae leans back in his chair, staring at you with an empty expression. "I know this is hard for you, but trust me, it’s for the best for both of us."

"The best?" you ask, almost sounding like a joke. "This isn’t for the best, Sae! You don’t understand, do you? You don’t understand what it means to have a family that loves you, who’s probably missing you."

Sae is silent for a few seconds, as if he’s processing your words. Then, with a more serious tone, he replies, "I understand better than you think. But I can’t let you go. I’ve chosen you, (Name). I won’t ever let you go just like that."

You feel almost broken hearing those words. Even though there’s some trust in him, in Sae, who’s always present in his strange way—whether out of fear or the love he has for you—whether it’s real or just obsession—you know, your feelings are very different.

• Day 60

Days go by and each one feels like more pressure. The longer you stay here, the harder it becomes to tell what’s right and what’s wrong. On one hand, you still want to go back to your family, but on the other hand, Sae, in his strange way, has given you so many things. Attention, food, comfort, and also a sense of security—even though it all comes at a very high price.

However, your curiosity doesn’t die down. You keep trying to ask about the past, about Sae, about your family. But Sae always gives ambiguous answers. Sometimes his answers make you feel a little more at ease, but more often, they only add to your confusion.

You approach him again that night, when Sae is staring out the window. You feel it’s time to ask a deeper question.

"Sae..." you start, your voice a bit shaky. "You said you know a lot about me... since I was little."

Sae turns to you, his usual sharp gaze now softer, a little worried. "Yes."

"So... why didn’t you tell me everything? Why didn’t you tell me more about yourself, about our relationship, or even about our past that I can’t remember?"

Sae takes a deep breath, as if trying to choose his words carefully. "There are many things better left forgotten. I just want you to focus on us, not the past."

You feel anger, confusion, and even a little hurt. "But I don’t know who I am! I don’t know who you are! And you always avoid every question I ask!"

Sae stands up and walks closer, looking at you deeply. "We’re going to live this life together, (Name). That’s all that matters. No need to know more. No need to find reasons."

You stare at him, feeling like there’s a growing emptiness between the two of you. Sae might be okay living this way, but you? You can’t just forget your past and your family.

"Can I go back one day? Back home, Sae?" you ask in a weak tone, unsure if he’ll answer honestly.

Sae smiles faintly, and even though it looks like a calming smile, there’s something very dark behind it. "You’re already home, (Name)."

That answer only makes your feelings even more mixed up. You don’t know if it means he really wants to live with you, or if he just wants to trap you in the world he’s made.

But one thing you know for sure, as long as Sae is by your side, you’ll never be truly free.

• Day 62

On Day 62, you start to feel something strange stirring within you. The tension that once existed between you and Sae begins to ease, although it hasn’t completely disappeared. Each day, he continues in his usual calm way, taking you to far places, giving you attention that you can’t deny, making you feel somewhat comfortable. But that comfort comes with an anxiety that never fades. What does Sae really want from you? You’re still confused.

But there’s something odd in your heart. As time passes, your fear begins to fade, and something darker replaces it. Maybe it’s because you’ve been here too long. Maybe it’s because, somehow, you’ve started to feel that the world outside is slowly disappearing.

• Day 64

On Day 64, you wake up in the morning with a vague feeling. Amidst the outside noise and Sae’s usual calm presence, you feel confused. Even when you wonder about your family, you feel farther away from satisfying answers. You don’t even know why you keep asking anymore.

"You look different," Sae says one day, noticing you in deep thought. You just shrug, ignoring the fact that your answers seem to be fading from your mind too.

"I’m fine," you reply flatly.

But deep inside, you know that’s not entirely true. You’ve started to forget many things—the faces you once loved, places you once knew, even the sounds around you that once felt so familiar. All of that is fading, as if Sae has rewritten this world, and you’re just following along.

• Day 78

On Day 78, you spend more time reading the book Sae gave you. You read, but you’re not really paying attention. Every page feels empty, like parts of you are disappearing. There’s no curiosity anymore. What once mattered now feels trivial. What you once wanted now feels distant, and Sae... Sae has already become part of this world.

"Why don’t you try to escape again?" Sae asks one day, as if he knows how weak your desire to escape is.

"Because I don’t know where to go," you answer without emotion. "Maybe, this is my place."

He just nods, seeming satisfied with your answer. You feel like you don’t have any reason to resist anymore. Sae might be right. What else should you be fighting for?

• Day 97

On Day 97, you feel even more distant from your past. Something that once touched your soul seems to have disappeared. The name of your family no longer feels important. You no longer feel anxious or pressured, even though this reality feels strange. Sae is still here, and although you can’t fully understand what he wants, you no longer feel lonely. Somehow, he has become the only person you know.

You sit with him in the living room, watching TV. The atmosphere isn’t so strange anymore. It feels like this is now your routine.

"You never ask about my past," Sae says one time. "Aren’t you curious?"

"You’ve already told me everything I need to know," you reply with a smile that almost doesn’t feel sincere. You feel empty, but for some reason, it doesn’t bother you anymore.

• Day 100

On the 100th day, you finally realized one thing: you’ve forgotten almost everything. The faces of your family, the voices of your friends, even the home that once felt so warm now seemed like a distant memory. Everything about your past self seemed to be fading away.

You sit next to Sae, gazing at the sky, which seemed different, though you no longer think about it. Occasionally, Sae glances at you, as if observing every change in you. You know he’s watching, but you no longer feel anxious. There is no fear within you anymore.

"Do you feel different?" Sae asks gently.

"Yes," you answer softly, looking at your own hands. "I feel... I’ve forgotten so many things."

Sae smiles in a way that’s hard for you to read. "It’s okay. This is your home now."

You nod slowly. Something inside you is gone, and even though it feels strange, you can no longer remember what is missing. Maybe this is the new life— the life Sae has made for you.

And at that moment, you realize, you no longer care.

The end.

This is the bonus chap for the.. explanations??

[blue-jisungs]

Hello!! Hope you're well!! Could I please request something with Shanks from the OPLA - maybe one where the reader gets hit on and his crew are shocked, as Shanks just leaves her to take care of herself? (Like in a good way) Hope that makes sense and feel free to take any creative liberty you want <3

the most expensive drink

author’s note. ugh sorry for such a long wait :( i hope you enjoy it tho hehe <3 aslo i know my reqs r closed but... opla brainrot goes wrrrrrr so.... yk wink wink

warnings. alcohol consumption, lmk if i missed anything else

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the chatter filling the bar was pleasant, almost allowing you to drift away in your thoughts. the faint sound of music being played by a local band put a smile on your face as you absentmindedly traced shapes on the wooden surface.

you looked back through your arm and met your man’s gaze on you. shanks only sent you a boyish smirk as he continued to talk about something with yasopp.

another day, another lazy evening, another drink-filled night. shanks’ decision making was questionable at times but hey, once you’re on this lovely island you won’t waste the opportunity.

so here you are, with the crew in a bar, getting some drinks for you and him.

you can feel his gaze on you, even when you’re facing him with your back. smiling to yourself, you observe the bartender mixing alcoholic beverages.

“excuse me, ma’am?”

you turn your head around lazily, not pulling away your face from your palm. you scan the stranger through your lashes, waiting for him to continue.

but you could already predict what he was going to say.

“you’re such a beautiful woman, i swear i have never seen a goddess like this before! please allow me to buy you a drink” the young man whined and you only scoffed, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue.

“oi, captain, there’s a young fella near y/n…!” yasopp observed and exchanged scared looks with others.

the red-haired man shrugged nonchalantly, face remaining stoic.

“this young pup is about to get a painful lesson” he replied. roux murmured:

“don’t make a fuss, i really like the snacks here… i’d hate to get kicked out, cap”

shanks only laughed, shaking his head.

“i trust her. just sit and watch, boys” he sighed.

his companions were in disbelief. their leader usually wouldn’t tolerate someone approaching you without him by your side and yet… he’s here, completely relaxed. maybe it was the drinks?

you sighed dramatically, pretending to ponder about the guy’s offer. after all, a free drink is a free drink.

“so? it would be my pleasure to–” he started, grinning.

“quit yappin’, boy. sure, buy me a drink” you hummed and reached to rest your hand on the dagger attached to your hip. the man noticed the gesture “but i have quite exquisite taste so you better choose a good one”

he laughed nervously and called the bartender. you couldn’t hear what he was saying but the bartender sent you a shocked, slightly amused, look. with just a nod, you let a playful smile dance on your lips.

“so, um, are you… a pirate? or something?” the man asked, scratching his neck. you wondered if his age was even suitable for this place.

with a hum, you nodded. the bartender gave you the drinks you ordered before and the guy didn’t seem to notice the two glasses.

“yes, i’m a pirate” you replied, scanning him “and you, young man?”

“o-oh. the name is mark, by the way” he sent you a boyish smile “and i will be a pirate one day”

nodding, you reached for your drink and took a sip.

“which is why… i wanted to treat you with a drink” mark stepped a bit closer. wolfing down on your beverage, you put the glass away “the most expensive one on the whoooole menu”

“woah, so generous of you” you hummed with a fake amusement. the boy started to piss you off but he was cute, believing that a drink will make you swoon.

mark rose his eyebrows and leaned his back against the countertop, closer to you than before.

“don’t worry. if you were my partner, i’d spoil you like this every single day” he leaned closer and whispered those words to your ear. you were quite surprised that shanks didn’t intervene yet.

the beverage arrived and you winked at the bartender, him being as amused as you.

taking the two glasses, one for you and one for shanks, you turned around.

“that sounds very nice, boy. but you see, my partner spoils me enough already” you grinned. mark rolled his eyes.

“sure… you just want me to scare me off now that you have the drink, huh? i won’t quit that easily, pretty. i’ll be a pirate, i ain’t scared of no–” he stopped upon noticing something.

you started walking towards shanks, exchanging looks with him. he looked as entertained as you.

mark froze in place and walked up to you quickly upon seeing you walk away.

“is that… red-haired shanks…?” he stuttered.

“yeah, my boyfriend. now if you could leave, that’d be great. i appreciate the drink but i’m sure you’re not even old enough to be here, mark” you hummed and stopped in place, seeing his face morph into something fear-alike.

“i— uh… please don’t… hunt me down…” he stuttered, eyes widening when his gaze met with shanks’.

“we won’t. but be more careful next time, eh? i’d like to meet you in the open sea sometime” sending him a warm smile, you leaned to peck his cheek.

his face got fierce red, probably both from the gesture and nervousness – would shanks be angry and beat him up for that?

you left the guy behind, finally reaching your crew’s table. everyone was looking at you in shock.

placing down the drinks, you sat down and snuggled into shanks’ side, his arm wrapping around you in an instant.

“now the kiss was unnecessary…” he grunted softly, fingers dancing on your arm.

“let the kid dream, baby. i wasn’t in the mood to break his heart” you giggled “besides, he bought the most expensive drink here…”

“well… too bad i’m more–” shanks started.

“yeah, yeah. richer, handsome, funny et cetera, et cetera” you giggled and leaned in to peck his lips. they formed into a smile as shanks kissed you back, his ego boosting.

masterlist <3

taglist. @haecien ,, @eternalgyu

[butwhatifidothis]

Didn't you know? Insisting that the POC man who had subverted the racist trope of being a deceptive manipulative backstabber was ACTUALLY the full unironic embodiment of said racist trope is TRUE anti-racism! Because being a racist stereotype gave him AGENCY!!! The game that has him do everything in his power to make sure HIS dream could LITERALLY NEVER HAPPEN due to him INTENTIONALLY WORSENING FOREIGN RELATIONS FOR HIS OWN GAIN is him being INDEPENDENT!!! Claude fighting to protect his people from Edelgard and always standing his ground against her no matter the circumstance ISN'T him being independent or having agency at all, it's only when he joins her without a second thought and does everything she wants him to do that he's his OWN INDEPENDENT CHARACTER!!!

Also, very classy of good ol' Raxy boy, calling a POC man racist for calling out the racist writing he happens to like. Like, gee Raxy, I wonder why YOU think it's a good thing that a POC character does everything YOUR favorite little white woman wants her to do to his explicit detriment? And I wonder why you're so keen on trying to make the people who call out the clear racism in Hopes!Claude's writing feel horrible for criticizing the writing you like?

There somethin' you need to talk about Raxy?

I feel like you should know that Rax is posting you on his twitter again, specifically posts from your twitter

I really don’t understand why this dude just can’t respect people wanting nothing to do with him anymore literally stalker behavior

Me: Golden Wildfire represents a worse extreme of how people can view brown characters, and the writers did a shitty job at handling Claude

Raxis: How can I make this about people not liking Edelgard?

Btw the "agency and independence" he talks about is kowtowing to Edelgard's demands because he thinks that siding with the imperialist will end the war faster once he gets rid of her target.

Not only is "brown man does dirty work for white woman" a textbook "They Were Her Property" moment, Hopes literally reveals in its shitty textbox ending that he was wrong about her and the war is continuing because Edelgard isn't just about destroying the church, she's about assimilating the rest of the continent into her empire.

[despairots]

#𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌: YUTA OKKOTSU.

「 yuta okkotsu x male! reader 」

GENRE: fluff, just fluff :3 oh, and like a REALLY quick makeout but its really just fluff, i think a bit of angst tho?

CONTENT WARNING: swearing, violence, r! helps yuta with his injuries, i have no idea what the plot is anymore, r! is like kyouka from bsd and has her ability “demon snow”, rika doesnt like r! that much :,(, “demon snow” is somewhat like rika, so rika - yuta and “demon snow” - r!

AUTHORS: stop. changing. themes. *holds me by the throat and shakes me* no but seriously the more i change it the more i have to change my layout which i do NOT want anyways happy furina day!!! we luv u queen

there’s something that makes people believe you just lack emotions. maybe it’s the you didn’t react to people’s insult, or maybe it’s the way it looks like you’re always in a daze. yeah, you don’t exactly have anything going on in your head and yes, you’re always in a daze but somewhat, you’ve always gave off this rebellious energy, like something was attached to you that’s radiating this energy off.

so when yuta saw a curse behind you while assisting him, he wondered if that was the thing that was radiating off the rebellious energy from your “jellyfish aura” that his other friends would call it. just knowing you hid something below the facade you upheld was admirable, you always had this look that made people think your mind was somewhere else when you are aware.

and the way your voice shouted commands for your curse while you still held that alluring look before you switched your attention to him and helped him up when the enemy was being distracted by your curse, all he could do was stare when you asked if he was injured.

he knew rika didn’t like you holding him so carefully and— oh? you’re so close — making sure he didn’t fall to the ground while the both of you ran from the area. now, he’s watching you patch up his wounds so delicate that he’s convinced you’re afraid that you might hurt him.

yuta doesn’t know if he should speak, ask if you’re okay when he’s the one clearly injured, ask about the ring that’s on a necklace and dangling around your neck. he wonders if you were almost like him, that explains why he was so drawn to you. maki, inumaki and panda (plus gojo) already picked up that you caused him to be rather flustered.

the first time you two met was when yuta was first introduced to you. you had officially came back from your trip and his friends had wanted to throw you a party since they haven’t seen you in awhile. his friends often described you to be somewhat like a jellyfish, he was a tad bit confused by the wording but he understood when you walked into the classroom.

“welcome back, [name]!”

“kelp.”

you just had this look in your eyes when panda scooped you up and hugged you, the way one of your eyes closed when panda smushed your cheeks together and the small— and very unnoticeable — smile on your face when you realized you were missed made him blush.

“this is yuta, he’s new, so try not to overwhelm him. he’s delicate.” maybe when maki had said that, you started to treat him like some doll. always making sure your touches weren’t harming his already injured skin— and he could technically feel rika fuming — with the focused look on your face.

the one thing bugging him was the ring. were you already married or did you dedicate your life to someone else? although, he sounded awfully like a hypocrite right now. he was wearing the ring rika had given him.

“… what’re you thinking about?”

that was the first time he had heard you spoken in such a quiet, yet calm and alluring, tone towards him specifically. he was once told that you didn’t talk a lot and always kept to yourself, only allowing yourself to talk when on the battlefield.

he was shocked nonetheless, the tone of your face had caused him to jump a little and his cheeks to flare up. what should he say in this? should he tell the truth and ask if you were married? but you probably already figured that out by how hard he was staring at the ring.

“oh. um… are you married?” yuta asked timidly, averting his gaze to the ground, hearing the chair scrap and he’s wondering if the question was too insensitive. you only got up to dim the lights as a headache was starting to form before you sat back down infront of yuta.

you grabbed ahold of his cheek and turned to face it towards you, “are you?” you had shot the question back to him and let go of his cheeks, feeling his cheeks heat upon the hand on his cheek. yuta knew you were gesturing to the ring on his finger and he didn’t know how to respond.

he was married but at the same time he wasn’t, he’d seem unfaithful to rika but everytime you touched him, protected him, and now, talking to him, he blushed. and you had picked that up rather quickly.

you hummed, hands wrapping around the ring and looking down at your lap, “i was. he died though.” the way you said it so casually had caught him off guard, but your situation was similar to him aswell. yuta picked up the way your hand tightened around the ring as he stared down at his, fiddling it around his ring finger.

“the cursed spirit that’s always around you. what’s her name?” he looked back at you, blinking and suddenly, you just looked… too unrealistic? was that the right weird to describe you? “her name’s rika.” and you smiled. his heart started to pound against his rib cage when you held a soft smile, “you’d love her no matter what form, huh?”

he wondered if you were rika if she was a male and your sentence made sense to him. now, he wondered about your cursed spirit, “what about yours?” “yuta.” hearing his name come out your lips had him confused, were you trying to tell him that you didn’t wanna speak about it or—

“oh. oh!”

the cursed spirit was named yuta. you weren’t trying to call out his name, you were trying to tell him that the cursed spirt’s name was his name. you lightly smiled amusingly at his reactions, “i don’t think rika likes me very much… nor do i think yuta likes you.” it seemed that way. yuta could feel rika wanted to kill you and you could feel “yuta” glaring daggers at the boy infront of you.

turns out you two were the same.

you stood up from your chair before bending down to yuta’s height and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips. were you trying to die? did you want yuta to die?! no. honestly enough. like yuta, you would’ve loved your cursed spirit no matter the form aswell.

“i like you, yuta.” it was a simple confession yet yuta’s face blew up into red, hearing you walk away. “ah! w-wait!” he had grabbed your wrist and turned you around, wrapping his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck before muttering words that made the tension from your shoulders to relax.

“i… i like you too, [name].” he pulled away and softly placed his lips onto yours. your hands reaching up to cradle his cheeks as yuta backed you up to a desk and helped you sit on top of it before going back to kissing you.

he was a good kisser considering the fact he has never kissed anyone before… well, technically, not a human being.

you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the both of your lips until it disconnected when your hand was brought up to your mouth and oh, was that blush he saw? were blushing because of him? so cute.

“i don’t think they liked that very much..”

oh right!

[leclercloml]

Bunny? It's MIFFY | FT7

Pairing: Ferran Torres x french!reader

Summary: in which ferran's girlfriend is obsessed with the miffy plushie.

Genre: SMAU

Warninga: grammar mistakes probably, google translated spanish & french

Author's note: this one is made specially for @zowanew the og miffy girl, ilysm and i hope you like it 🤍 (most of the pics contains Sira Martinez and I know she's not french but for the fic let's pretend she is)

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yourinstagram the love of my life and Ferran 🐰🤍

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ferrantorres

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ferrantorres Mi novia 🩷

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caption: Ma vie 🩷 (my life)

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look what I just found

y/n

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Come home as soon as you can.

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I love you too!!!

On my way

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Grace's note: this one was quite fun, I hope you like it @zowanew and Ferran literally loves you.

[curlyangelsblog]

✿ Yandere!Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader ✿

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

( Hello ! I wanna start a new Yandere series and here is a little sneak preview of it ;) please if you want tell me what you think so far and tell me what you wanna see in it and please leave request for more series and shorts I’d appreciate. I wanna be more Active on here and find mutuals. Hope you all have nice holidays. <3)

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

„Aww come on ten ten don’t be such a sore loser“ you giggled into his headphones.

„yeah whatever“ was all he mumbled back with a blush on his cheeks which you couldn’t see. You and Tomura, or Tenko as he introduced himself to you, have been gaming together for 2-3 months now. You guys met in some sort of chat room and have been hitting it off ever since. You not only game together but also talk on the phone for hours on end about Friends and Family , personal stuff and obviously gaming. Well you more then him. He love listening to you ramble. Your cute voice and addicting laugh.

„It’s getting kind of late ten ten (you’re the only person that gets to call him that) I have work early in the morning but it was nice talking to you“ you giggled. It really was you always felt like he was the only person that understood you. And he felt the same maybe even more but he wasn’t ready to admit that.

„Sleep well ten ten !“

„You too“

Was all he said and that was enough for you. You always knew what he was intending on saying and what he meant.

—————— next day—————————————————

From [y/n] : Hey Tenko you ready to play r/g (random Game) again ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა♡ ?

To [y/n] : sure

You were actually really good also a reason why he liked playing with you besides your cute voice. It was getting kind of frustrating that you were so good. Not to mention you were enjoying yourself quit a bit and making little remarks about how bad he was.

„Ok now your not THAT good“ he said

„I only won four times in a row didn’t I“ you said cheekily.

„Yeah yeah whatever“

„Well maybe you can learn a couple of things from me if you would watch me play“

What did you mean watch you play. Did you stream ? You guys have been talking about all lot of stuff but jobs and other hobbies have never really been topic. You did send him pictures before so he kinda knew what you looked like. You were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. But all he said that he didn’t need to watch you.

„Here is the link to my channel if you ever change your mind“

Tomura could feel how his heart sped up and a blush was creeping on his skin. He had to suppress the urge to click on the link and watch you stream. He had recordings of your voice which he listens to every night and the pictures you send him which he looked at when he felt down or when he did other things… But it wasn’t his fault that he got hard looking at you. You were just so beautiful to him.

„Buuut let’s finish this round I’m getting kind of tired ten ten“

„This time I’m gonna beat ya“ he said chuckling. The excitement and the images of you streaming shot right to his member. He wondered if you were one of those who wore slutty clothes and took money from old men. He was gritting his teeth trying not to make a sound. It excited him being able to see you more often it wasn’t enough to just see your pictures anymore he needed more. He won the round and he let out an excited “yes!” Which made him blush a little bit he was still a little awkward about showing so much emotions. You like it tho it was cute the way he got excited. You grumbled in response to loosing against.

“Well I can’t lie that was pretty good ten ten”

You guys logged off for the night. And as soon as the call ended Tomura clicked on the link as fast as possible. The link led him to your stream account it was as he imagined all pastel and pinky it was so you . The brightness stung in his eyes but he was too eager to look away. You were at almost 350k follows how has he never seen you. Well looking through you content you did play games you two liked to play but the majority of you content was games he wasn’t too familiar with. He clicked on one of your videos. The latest one of your streams. You greeted you viewers with a little wave and that cute smile of yours. He couldn’t look away. He had to have you…

[contradictory-label-culture-is]

Contradictory label culture is merely existing in a way that isn't conventional enough to have been considered by coiners.

Multigender people especially are affected (like me I'm multigender.) How can you be nonbinary and a girl? I'm multigender, they are my genders. How can you be midbinary, binary, and abinary? I'm multigender, which label I use depends on if I'm talking about myself collectively or just one of my genders. How can you be cisgender and isogender? Because my aporinity is not cis but is distinctly transn't. But I still relate to cisness because of my being a girl. How can you be enbian and a woman? I'M MULTIGENDER!

It's sad that multigender people basically can't win with sexuality labels, like seriously, I think it needs more rep in media because of it! And someone who ..I don't think was exactly multigender? I think genderqueer? They said something SO simple (no offense) it was being sapphic and Achillean, but it was on tiktok so you know even simple "contradictory" labels are weird to them (there were good comments, btw) but still, someone genuinely thought "sapphic = lesbian, Achillean = gay" I'm sorry WHAT

That's the whole reason for the term sapphic and Achillean!! It's so that multisexual people feel included in wlw or MLM without people saying "lesbian relationship" while one of them is literally bisexual or pan or omni etc!! HOW did they think sapphic was lesbian??

Of course, (TikTok wouldn't like this) but people can be gay and a lesbian (Gaybian) BUT even if you couldn't, you can be wlw and MLM!! It's SO simple and I can't people TikTok was rotting people's brains this much.

And again, it's like multigender people can't live with a sexuality!! I'm gonna go over a few.

3: "erm abrosexual!!" No?? Did they say it was fluid, my guy?? No?? Not every multigender person is genderfluid and not every genderfluid person's sexuality is fluid!!

2: "Gynesexual!!" Yeah you would want someone to just use a term that's basically woman romantic, right? No offense to people who are Gynesexual, but there is absolutely no rep for it anyway, and guess what? Lots of people feel connected to the lesbian label. (Believe it or not, someone pulled out Gynesexual and abrosexual when debating me on my sexuality. Not this next one tho)

1 (absolutely number one goes toooooooo): "that's just STRAIGHT!!" Boom we have a winner!!! 🏆 Of being the dumbest exclusivist! Maybe this should go on r/one joke or r/one comeback!!! Am I right?? Here's several reasons why they wouldn't be straight.

First off, actually tell me how you think a woman loving woman is straight. "Well it cancels out cause you're a man too!!" No it doesn't. That's just multigender transphobia, or @transmultiphobia-discussion (hehe had to tag them, sorryyyy) trans multiphobia! But actually thinking that it's crazy a woman would call herself a lesbian cause she likes women is CRAZY (reminder! Multigender CAN be straight, I'm just pointing out the logic)

And again, it's like double the gayness if they also like men! It's wlw and MLM! That's SO gay! So how the hell is it wrong if they're gay?? And it's like hell ok earth if a monosexual multigender even breathes, like GOD.

I just wonder what they'd say if a multigender person said they're straight so uh... If you want to rant about someone who hates multigender lesbians/gays that also hated straight multigender people... Tell me!

[zeondraws]

An update post with bits of information I wanted to compile. There was a lot of stuff I found out and had to correct myself on. So I hope this will be interesting for everyone.

I will go over quite a few bullet points.

First things first, the Day and Night schedules can be found in various locations throughout the game. At first I did not know there were 4 lists in total. 2 for day and 2 for night. The ones I saw ingame were night time if I am not mistaken, maybe next time I will check if the day shifts can be seen anywhere.

But I want to thank @sgiansporran and @peace-comes-dropping-slow for helping me with the names on the schedule.

I have shared this image before, however I am crazy so I basically put everything into an excel list???

The image is best viewed in a seperate tab, but I tried to write all names down from the schedules + any name that was not mentioned in there at all (or ones I can't sort into it). Which are these:

I tried to write down the names, which schedule they were mentioned in + the location from the file. Then I tried to add the room number to each name that I could sort it to. I was able to figure out more names for the accomodation rooms, but I will talk about that in a bit!

Then I wrote down how they died/my assumption and then added the name meaning/origin of the name at the back. Just to help me sort known names into the list.

Other folk helped me with this list as well, since we have quite a few names where we "assume" where we found the first names for them.

These are some confirmed/assumed guessed of who is listed where on the list. The big problem is there are tons of spelling mistakes in the shift lists (It's why people thought Muir's first name was Derek at first, no one could figure out Innes' first name was Terry, because the only Terry listed had a "W." at the end. Now how would one figure that out? Nope ). So we can only take these as a grain of salt where it isn't confirmed.

There are two more Innes' listed and another Muir on the schedule! Hence why these lists are very confusing...

For example Roper was a bit difficult for me. The only reason I thought Nachton would fit to him, was because it was the only name that had "R." at the end (For the record; "Control Room" refers to Marine Control). Every other name listed for the control room didn't have "R." after the first name. Then someone reassured me, after we checked the meanings of each name listed.

Nachton means "pure", so we figured that could fit him best, considering he'd help you later in the game. But I think the others are better at explaining this than me. I always feel a bit unsure if I phrase something correctly.

There is one person named "Baby" and I'm, who is that even-

Then Archie for example was somewhat easy, tho there were two Archies (Archie A. and Z.), however the other Archie was listed for deck. Meanwhile Archie Z. was listed for Administration, which would fit because a writing with his name can be found there.

Another one is Finlay, I didn't properly discuss this one with the others, my rough assumption would be Elisen F..

Addair T. is obvious, "Knox" Gibson is an assumption, tho I am not sure. Devs could just show up one day and say "His name is Allen-"

Geregor Y. is confusing, only name that almost sounds like Gregor, google thinks it's a misspelling. So that's another guess.

We don't talk about Trots, his name melts me, Ian Campbell wasn't listed on the shifts, my brain is exploding.

... did you guys notice there is a "Gumball" on the list? That, that's clearly a reference to the show, isn't it? oiijeoioedöijewijdw

Then we have two folks called "Andy" and "Jamie", which might be confusiong for many. However this brings me to my next point; the remaining dead crewmates from various locations.

You probably wondered who those random dead people are you can find in Accomodation later. After finally having a better Mappings file for fmodel I checked the names for each of them. And suprise suprise! I discovered where SOME mentioned crewmates are.

Ever wondered where Kelly is? She's (Edit: I don't know what gender Kelly is) in the Crew Lounge before you meet mutated Trots for the second time.

My main problem with fmodel is, it doesn't display a bunch of textures properly. I fixed some issues but it's still showing me the middle finger with the shape textures. But this is Kelly everyone.

Ever wondered WHO the person was, that died on the toilet?

It's Jamie

And who is Andy?

One anon asked me about Gibbo recently

Gibbo's body CAN be found in the game! However... multiple times. If I remember I found one in Admin too, next to the water tanks, then another area I forgot again.

This happens for almost everyone who mutated. Tho the main mutated ones all appear somewhere else too EXCEPT Roper and Muir. Their bodies do not appear a second or third time anywhere else in the game.

I did find Rennick once in another location, but it's a tiny fragment, so he probably counts as not appearing anywhere else too.

Ever wondered what the first names of the Schaw/Shaw brothers were? Idk if they are brothers, I read that somewhere, so please only take that with a grain of salt. I saw no indication of them being brothers anywhere.

Shuggie

Keith

Bannon

Ken

Before you go down to Utility for the first time, there is a wall with heads, on the right to them, there is a hidden body (with the camera mod you can look outside and see his legs dangling in the air), which is Ken. I think the shape came out of him, when you try to walk down the stairs to lifeboats, but it blocked the path and opened the laundry room.

Alex

Dagleish

I found it interesting to find Dagleish, but then was horrified because

He. Was. EVERYWHERE.

Jesus fucking christ mate

Also random side note, apparently Addair and Alex are attached to Roper. Even Roper can't escape Addair..

Either way, these discoveries helped me to fill out the Accommodation Map once more-

Unfortunately I don't think I can figure out who is in room 115. The corpse has O'Conner's skin (judging the file name of the body, in that room), but we know that's not O'Conner.

Jamie I assume has room 118, but that's my assumption, the room has nothing in it, in the level.

-

Now I want to talk about another random note, which is extremely infuriating, because I simply don't get it. It's about Douglas, I noticed his full name is "Douglas Dunbar"

However, there is another Dunbar, so I am VERY confused. It's the Trots name all over again! *throws hands*

Just look at Darts Tournament and you can see Dunbar and Douglas as seperate handwritings. If you are confused where Douglas is written, it is on the right next to Davey.

Here you can also see Muir wrote his name "Ewan" down, meanwhile Innes just wrote "Innes".

Oh and while we are at the topic of Innes! Remember when we found some Innes Puppet files? At first we thought ouu oooooooo, we also found sound files of unknown howls. Maybe that's Innes, considering "Puppet_Innes" appears a bunch of times in the files.

But after I properly set up the Audio exports in fmodel, I checked these unknown howls and they weren't labelled with a name. They were some random unknown howls, none point towards Innes.

Considering another unused soundfile, it probably means Innes never really turned. But I won't spoiler that audio file rn.

Either way, one of his puppet files, points towards a Minor Puppet file, in another folder. I opened that model in blender and

I realised this must be the tendril, that is specifically used to grab Innes. My big assumption is, he has puppet files so the devs know which tendril to use for the scene. That's all I can think of.

.....

Mfw Muir has ONE specific tendril just for Innes-

I think I need to leave it as this now, I realised very quickly that writing such posts takes way more energy. Mainly because of the amount of research I did, not properly keeping track of my findings and then slightly forgetting some things again.

Def important to remember when I work on videos, I need to document this better.

I really hope you guys enjoy this infodump. There is still a lot to connect together and each time the rabbit hole does not end-

Random fun fact, in another deleted soundfile Brodie says "Roper's Control Room". I found that interesting

[yudrein-aile]

Woah just reached the ch where its revealed Keilusa was planning to appoint Kishi as crown prince.... bro.... the usurp and win Civil War before it begins vibes r off the charts

Reading 536 was such a god damn treat for me personally. Like

As he waited for the coughing to subside, Yuder contemplated Emperor Keilusa's true intentions. According to the Empress, the Emperor wants Kishiar to become the Crown Prince. However, if something were to suddenly go wrong—due to hasty action fueled by newfound hope—and the Emperor died prematurely or encountered any issue, then all his plans would be in vain. The same would apply if something happened to Kishiar. 'Considering that, it's not surprising if he finds it more comforting to prepare for a future he can somewhat control and anticipate.'

I’m not sure Katchian can became a threat as he is – too immature, with too many powerful players on the keyboard, but it would be interesting if Keilusa does die now, wouldn’t? All his plans put into motion, only to die—

You can tell how much I’ve been craving a civil war AU for this fandom lol. I suppose I have one fic heading there but that’s a different conversation

That aside, I have been wondering for how long Keilusa has been planning for this and when he informed Faria of his plan. Like, having the child they wanted to become their successor murdered is already horrible, but I don’t think Katchian was terrible from the start. He was fucking fourteen. Fourteen-year-olds are not irredeemable. Was Diarca’s influence to great already? Did Keilusa also think that Katchian was only going to be Diarca’s puppet and that’s why he couldn’t tolerate him?

Or was it simply a question of trusting his brother more?

I tend to put Kishiar’s Awakening as my terminus post quem for Keilusa putting decision into action. While Kishiar's entire condition is obviously not fixed by Awakening, it has stabilized enough that he’s not dying in the next five years, that he’s most certainly going to outlive Keilusa – and outlive him he did! Even in the first timeline, dying bc of the Red Stone injury, he lived approximately a year longer than Keilusa.

But yeah Keilusa wants Kishiar as his heir so badly.

Like in 60 we got

'Kishiar. So, is your vessel still fine?' 'Thanks to your concern, brother, it's perfectly fine.' When they were alone, Kishiar called the emperor 'brother'. Although this was against etiquette, when they were alone, the emperor called him by his real name, not his title, so it was all the same. 'What a pity. If the late empress saw you alive and breathing healthily without any outburst, she would undoubtedly have been so upset that she would have risen from her grave. It's quite regrettable that I can't show her that her most important decision was so wrong.

And in 110 the info that

Originally, the position of the Crown Prince was set to be Kishiar La Orr's. However, about 20 years ago, due to the strong influence of the then Empress, Inella La Orr, at the imperial family meeting, Keilusa La Orr was appointed as the Crown Prince. It is said that the late Emperor and Empress Inella had a major dispute over this issue for several years, and their relationship was not good.

Like, tbh I think that – unlike Kishiar, who I don’t see as ever really considering the throne as a position for himself – Keilusa was very much aware that their father wanted Kishiar to be Crown Prince (or at least, be given more time to pick which one of his sons would inherit the crown) and continues to consider the position Kishiar’s. Not just because Keilusa genuinely has no other heir he approves of, but because he trusts his brother with it. Keilusa is the pettiest bitch being so self-satisfied that his grandmother’s schemes led to nothing, that Kishiar is still well and thriving.

Uh, excuse the off track ramble.

TLDR: god yeah civil war would be fun, don’t think Katchian could pull it off anymore tho.

[crushedsweets]

I loved the ask about ticciwork what it would be like if they were able to date! Now I was wondering what that would be like with Jack and Toby!

Though I’m not sure if they have the same chemistry as ticciwork. 😭

Btw you have forever engraved ninakate to my soul LMAO I love them so much!! ❤️

I ABSOLUTELY CAN i think theyre super cute + i have a really sweet ticcijack ask i wanna draw soon. im gonna go off on a tangent about their upbringing and how that'd impact their sexuality tho, cuz i think that'd be relevant .

this was written more like notes for a one-shot of them getting together, rather than the format i did for ticciwork

ok. so for starters, toby has a huge wall to get over. i dont really have sexuality hcs for many of the creeps (jane and kate r lesbians, lius a gay man, ninas bi are my only concrete hcs) BUT i know toby's upbringing involved his dad constantly demeaning him for being 'feminine' (anytime he did something with lyra), a pussy, calling him slurs, telling him to man up, insulting any gay man he might see on tv, etc. and toby hates his dad, so he'd have an easy time being like 'ok whatever old man like i give a shit if a guy fucks a guy' BUT he would still feel a ton of guilt and shame if he were attracted to a guy.

jack might be a little similar, not because his dad was constantly berating him, but he still grew up in a pretty traditional house and his uncles/cousins would often tease him cuz he liked to cook and bake and had a lot of empathy. but he also went to university, and while it was still in alabama, a lot of colleges and stuff are a lot more progressive so it wasn't something he dwelled on much. live and let live, basically

AND AS A RESULT, it would be MUCH harder for either of them to make a move. toby would push any feelings down so fucking fast, and jack would just shrug it off and say he doesn't have like.. the "right" to have such emotions. after all he's done.

but they've also had a ton of intimate moments. the amount of times toby's been sat in his boxers while jack has to stitch up his stomach is kinda obnoxious. the amount of times jack checks toby's temperature and scolds him for dumb shit. toby scoffing and grabbing jacks wrist to pull his hand off, but his touch lingers

jack wears his mask a lot, but toby would make a comment. "i wanna see what you look like. it cant be THAT bad." and then jacks like ? asshole. so toby backtracks and is like "ok but if it is bad, thats kinda cool" and jacks like 'dude shut up'. but then toby would try and go on about 'im serious man you're over here stitching me up every other week and im practically the only person you talk to. let me see' and jack thinks about it. maybe not that day, but eventually he would.

if toby has already kinda come to terms with liking guys, OR he's so oblivious to his own feelings, he might say something stupid like "oh shit you're hot dude why do u wear that stupid ass mask" and jack would get embarrassed. and try to put it back on, but toby would snatch it and toss it on some counter and say "ok well now i know so stop wearing it" and jacks like. ok. fuck you. fine.

and toby stares a lot. like. a lot a lot. and jack kind of knows. the echolocation and thermavision helps him know toby's head is turned his way, but he can't exactly pinpoint where toby's eyes are. but he keeps turning away

toby would eventually just ask 'you gotta know im looking at you , right?' and jack is like ...well i thought so. thanks for confirmation. and toby laughs it off but jack is getting embarrassed

jacks feelings would develop slowly and he'd recognize every single moment he feels something. tobys would develop more rapidly, but he has no fucking idea what he's feeling is romantic. he thinks jacks attractive as fuck, he likes intelligent people, he likes how jack challenges tobys toxic ass mindset (only after the fact, hates it in the moment), and jack does a lot for him. patches him up, cooks him good meals.

the ask i mentioned said something about jack touching toby's lip and toby keeps looking at jacks lips and theres crazy tension etc etc etc. i genuinely dont know who would kiss who first.

if it were jack, toby would sit there kinda stunned, and jack would pull away and fumble out an apology. then toby tells him to do it again. and again, and again.

if it were toby, jack would immediately kiss back. he's had it on his mind for a long time, but genuinely didnt think anything would come.

toby would ask what now. he wants jack to set some sort of guidelines. he hates rules but holy shit does he not know how to navigate this, not with jack. jack would shrug it off and theyd try not to talk about it. toby might not come back to see jack for a while, but end up really hurt and dragged there to get his arm popped back into place. and jack would have to ask why he stopped visiting.

toby would admit it, finally. something about 'because i fucking like you and its really fucking weird and i dont wanna ruin the whole medic patient pal thing we got going on but this entire fucking time ive been avoiding you, im thinking about you a hundred times more'. and jack would ask why he thinks its weird. and theyd talk for a while

jack would ask toby if he could kiss him again, and toby would say yes.

[fatdink]

modern/90s vdl gang au… i’ve succumbed to the illness

— arthur is 36 divorced dad. he’s still pining over his high school gf (he sees her sometimes tho fr like he still has a shot with her fr ((crazy))) and has complicated feelings towards his ex wife. he’s a good father, never late to pick up or drop off. gets issac on the weekends. does not understand the smiths but issac likes it so OK.

— he lives in an okay-ish apartment building, like it’s not falling apart or anything. he works a hoarde of jobs but like. this bitch is always doing something new. no1 ever knows what fucking job he’s working. if u need smth, best 2 go 2 him. he knows ppl fr

— john is 26, with child and having problems. he’s doin ok (liar). he and abigail r in a ‘complicated’ relationship, they’re not really together but they’re also not seeing other people and they’re co parenting and also they don’t live tgther bc john STILL.. lives at his dads’ place. he has enough money 2 move out, but he doesn’t know if he wants 2 yet. (can’t handle change). he’s a decent father, like worse than arthur but he’s ok.

— he works at some like shitty dead end job. he’s trying to get his life 2gether but. it’s hard. he feels like he’s progressing slower than everyone else and is maybe beginning to regret not going to college. he’s down in the dumps, guys. also. he’s in a band.. yeah.. a shitty little band that sounds A LOT… like nirvana, i wonder why

— hosea is 55 and still taking care of his sons. free him. FREE HIM!!!! he’s in a book club @ the library where he meets young lenny whom he finds very endearing. he’s basically retired (co-owns a store with dutch) and bonds with his young employees. he wants john to move out, but not for the reasons u think, he genuinely just wants john to get better and start taking care of his son better. a lot like in the game

— he is well liked within the community. his employees will genuinely look to him for advice which he finds sweet. he has a close relationship with arthur still and calls him when he can. he and dutch are currently in an argument about the john situation bc hosea figures that dutch coddled john too much. dutch disagrees. dutch sleeps on the couch.

[readingasoiafachapteraday]

THE WORLD OF ICE & FIRE

Reading Order & Thoughts Apparently

//Investigative read with the aim of finishing a fanfic <SPOILERSGALORE>

~this is not intended to be useful in any way shape or form do not construe as such but laughing at it is ok~

The Dawn Age

-dragonglass arrowheads found in giant ribs could be from children-giant war but also cud just as easily be wight giant

-brandon the builder was taken to a secret place by the children when he sought help to build the wall hmmmmmm okk

-“the manner in which Brandon learned to comprehend the speech is a tale in itself and not worth repeating here”?????? WTAF fuck u condal i mean yondel tommen loves stories

-greenseers can see distant events AND COMMUNICATE?hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmplotdevice

-wolfcontrolling skinchangers maxxx common, separately called wargs? stark blood fuckfest much????

-Seastone chair on old wyk wo any ppl SUSSAUCE

The Coming of the First Men

-alleged timing 8000-12000 yrs ago hmmmmm if ww are 6000 yrs ago it’s almost halfway hmmmmmmm

-what they running from? first men possible valyrian ancestors upset w the animalxhuman experiments? conveniently vague time periods

-first settled on DORNE that goddamned desert summins up w ur magic stone i will find u

-greenmen antlermen same same????

-arm of dorne, marshes, all considered natural disasters but w doubt so why not children cause doom of valyria possible??

The Age of Heroes

-ringforts this ringforts that fist of first men this infrastructure that

-find thenn constr. & every single built structure NotW

The Long Night

-do monkeys and elephants have anything in common

-Barth’s “fragmentary treatise” everything shat out by Barth & Munkun makes me want to kms

-Fomas ur understated & prolly right u religious fuck

The Rise of Valyria

-new power in east right after LN recovery, what festive timing gee i wonder if these events r related

-first empire ofc ofc just after old ghis & Qarth & YiTi & Asshai but those r “claims” yea we don’t talk bout that look dragons! blood sacrifice!

-five great wars w ghis “when the world was young” hmmmmmmmm

-Shadow texts say dragons tamed by “people who had no names” hmmmmmmmm

Valyria’s Children

-Qohor&Norvos founded following religious schisms? Only Qohor smiths still know to rework VS

-way way way too many mentions of wealth & human flesh needed in the mines

-fire vs water

-sus that andals & rhoynar both fled from Valyrians but in the second coming “the gods” spoke to the HS while the waterbenders fought both times

-is the long night just fire vs water 2.0?

Arrival of the Andals

-wtf is a fucking swan maiden

-writing the lines of the hugor hill story backwards is not as great a puzzle as u seem to think

-Urron Redhand ruled IIs by “axe&sword” for 1000 yrs, throwaway name? I think the fuck not.

Ten Thousand Ships

-Nymeria of Ny Sar SUS naming

-“few wish to dwell beyond the sound of her eternal song” faith close to old gods

-wtf r the orphans of the greenblood upto

-davos dayne my new OC, forgive me as i project onto u for the forseeable future

-seriously tho the best part so far, need a movie for THIS not whatever fart pudding they baking

The Doom of Valyria

—wtf is the difference between the 14 fires & R’hollor summins weird

-accidental poisoning of one of the flames? like pollution but magical bywaste pollution

-red clouds rained down dragonglass???? and black blood of demons which cud just be dragon blood as they pop in the air from toxicity

-dothraki & sellsword companies both popularised only in the power vacuum

-the conquerer’s attention lay west even as a child hmmmmmm