#another late one but just in time for pillar of tomorrow

[raposarealm]

Here are the quest victory quotes for Amaryllis! Credit to @muffinrecord for the screenshots.

Top: Everyone’s alright, thank goodness… Middle: Err… You’re not hurt, are you? Bottom: Ehe… My trickery prevailed!

As always, friendly disclaimer that my Japanese isn’t the best, as I’m still learning. If you spot a mistake, please let me know, and I’ll fix it!

#another late one but just in time for pillar of tomorrow #unrelatedly i did a 180 on Amaryllis's design and now i consider it to be really quite good #like i wanna make it #but i think i'd die trying to sew a corset #anyways #magia record #quest victory quotes #amaryllis (magia record) #puella historia #puella historia: pax romana's sweetheart #puella historia: pax romana no koijin sen #rapo translates

[calicough]

backbone – hazel callahan

— you helped rockbridge's divine pillar practice her receives.

volleyball player!hazel. libero!hazel. manager!reader. drabble!

it was around seven in the evening and you were all alone in the gymnasium, checking the inventory of the equipments that the players had helped you put away. coach and josie, the captain, would usually help you with the inventory but surprisingly, they both had to leave early because of their own personal reasons. nevertheless, this was your job as the manager of the rockbridge bottoms. the name was rather unfitting and contradicting as your team would always make it to the finals in tournaments whether it'd be regionals or nationals.

their practice game went well today and they've made a lot of progress in such a short amount of time ever since they lost the match against the huntington tigers a week ago. stella-rebecca had finally mastered a float serve. pj and josie successfully executed the quick attack that they were trying to imitate. sylvie had managed to break all of brittany's blocks much to her dismay, although brittany did multiple setter dumps which left sylvie dumbfounded. everyone was thriving today. well, except for one player.

you were about to leave the equipment room when the door suddenly flew open, revealing hazel on the other side, wearing the team's varsity jacket over her green shirt. you quickly clutched your clipboard to your chest, scared out of your wits. you never got used to the court at night as coach was always there to accompany you.

"sorry," she sheepishly smiled, scratching the back of her neck, towel draped over her shoulders. "i thought you went home already."

compared to the others, you and hazel rarely talked despite being in the same year. your conversations were limited to volleyball talk and her title as the divine pillar or the backbone of rockbridge falls didn't help when trying to converse with her. you just find her extremely intimidating especially on the court with her stoic face and sharp eyes, even though you've seen her fool around with the others countless of times.

"it's fine," you replied, releasing your hard grip on your clipboard. "i thought you went home already."

hazel entered the room and grabbed a ball from the ball cart. you're already finished with inventory so you didn't mind. as she was about to leave the room and into the court, she turned around and gestured the ball in her hand. "wanna help me practice?"

you didn't have anything planned tomorrow and you were not in a hurry so you shrugged and said, "why not?"

you stood on the other side of the net opposite from each other, bouncing the ball off the floor as you got ready to serve. hazel was known for her agility when it comes to receiving the opponent's ball especially in longer rallies, earning her the aforementioned nickname. but ever since that match against huntington, her receives in practice games were sloppy and delayed. you had an idea of what caused this but you didn't want to assume.

hazel was already in position with her jacket tossed to the side and the sleeves of her shirt rolled upwards, exposing her biceps. her knees were bent and her palms faced outwards. you bounced the ball at least five times before throwing it up in the air and hitting it towards her direction. her eyes and her body followed the ball's movement. as the ball descended, she lunged forward with her arms positioned away from her body, properly receiving the ball with her forearms.

"nice!" you exclaimed as you grabbed another ball from the cart that hazel helped you pulled out, doing another serve. this time, she was a second late and the ball bounced off her wrist. she made a sound of annoyance and only shook her head with a smile when she sensed that you were about to ask if she was okay.

"i'm fine. let's do it again!"

you nodded and grabbed another ball. she successfully retrieved this serve and the other two that followed until the fourth serve, in which she completely missed. she did a loud 'tsk!' sound out of frustration, wiggling her fingers and bending her knees as she readied herself for the next ball.

"again!"

your palm was sore from hitting the ball again and again. her usual bright blue eyes were much duller and more exhausted compared to the team's training earlier in the evening. hazel was still not satisfied with her receives, torturing herself mentally and physically. you've lost count how many times she dove or rolled to retrieve the ball. her whole body must've been hurting right now.

"hazel," you called out, concern evident in your voice as she went back to position again. "let's take a water break."

"no, i'm fine," she shook her head but suddenly made her way to you with worry in her eyes. "unless you want to take a break? we can definitely take a break." you just nodded and gave her a reassuring smile when she looked at you apologetically.

as you both sat down by the wall and drank your waters, you turned your head at her. her hair was disheveled, sticking to her sweaty skin. there were bruises all over her arms and legs, and a small cut on her right knee. you took a deep breath and asked, "are you alright?"

hazel was surprised and turned to you with wide eyes, gulping as she did so. "you seem... out of it lately," you continued. "is everything alright?"

hazel shook her head and let out a small chuckle. "no no, i'm fine... it's just..." she trailed off, her eyes looking at the floor as she sighed deeply. she then turned to you with sorrow in her eyes. "i can't help but blame myself for what happened during that game."

you knew what she was referring to. it was the last set and huntington was taking the lead with fifteen points while rockbridge was behind by one point. everyone was tired and their stamina was running out. "focus guys! you can do this!" you remembered cheering while silently praying for another deuce during an intense rally. but sometimes, things don't always go in everyone's favor; in hazel's favor.

"i could've gotten that ball," hazel groaned and sighed deeply, leaning her head against the wall and closing her eyes. "if only i moved fast enough... we could've won that game..."

"hey, it's okay," you reassured, putting your hand on her knee and patting it as an attempt to comfort her. hazel's eyes fluttered open and looked into yours. "look, i was also bummed that we didn't win," you paused, trying to find the right words to say as she waited in anticipation. "but it pains me to see you and the other players blame yourselves for something that you can't control. especially when you've played and dived for, like, every set. pretty sure your bodies felt really heavy to move."

hazel nodded as her unnoticeably tense shoulders relaxed. "yeah... i felt like a boulder."

the both of you giggled as you gave her knee one last pat before retracting it. "the good news is, we have more upcoming tournaments so..." you trailed off and playfully smiled at hazel.

"yeah, i'll give them hell," hazel laughed and mocked you with the line that you'd always say before games. "hey!" you laughed as well and crossed your arms, pretending to be offended.

after your laughter died down, hazel stood up and offered you a hand, pulling you up to your feet. "thank you, by the way." you both made your way to court to gather all of the used balls.

"no worries," you replied as you placed the balls back in the ball cart.

"hey," she called out. "after we're done here... do you wanna get some snacks?"

"i'd like that."

waaaaaaa i hope you guys enjoyed this one! and thank you to the people who voted on my poll abt hazel's vball position hehe,, + i apologize if there are any inconsistencies or if there's anything worng with how i described vball,, i only based it on my high school experience with volleyball and haikyuu T_T

#hazel callahan drabbles #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan fluff #hazel callahan #hazel bottoms #bottoms (2023)

[shadowbriar]

Fred Weasley - Stuck on the Puzzle

Pairing : (F/M) || Fred Weasley x Reader Word Count : 2.0k Warning : Drinking. Harsh language. Angst. Notes :  Inspired by Stuck on the Puzzle by Alex Turner. Having arrived late to the mansion after every attempt of stalling time, Fred finally gathered his last fragment of courage and joined the pre-wedding party, keeping in mind to drink every cocktail on sight so that he’ll be hammered enough tomorrow to skip the wedding.

The mansion was filled with familiar faces and though he’s been surrounded with people he’d proudly call as family, Fred’s heart is still hung heavy. The alcohol on his hand helped nothing to ease his mind, only acting as a catalyst to the thunder blaring and heavy storm plaguing his mind. He wishes to leave the place. Apparate himself back to his loft and hide under his worn and full of holes blanket until the end of the month comes.

He would never forget how he could physically hear the sound of his heart dropping, shattering into a million pieces as the periwinkle envelope arrived at his doorstep. He recognises the comforting colour and how the paper was decorated with all sorts of flowers she’d once told him were her favourites. Her name was written proudly on the cover, along with another man’s.

It was her wedding invitation letter.

Fred wasn’t sure he’d be able to hoard so much hatred for himself until that day. Every what-if scenario was crushing his brain to a pulp. What if he’d asked her first for the Yule Ball? What if he didn’t get a cold feet that weekend before the Hogsmeade trip in 5th year? What if he didn’t hesitate and ask to sit next to her during their classes? What would happen then if he had just an ounce more of bravery? Would his name be the one standing next to her on their wedding invitations?

Everyday since he had to fight the irrepressible urge to burn said invitation. The sight of the innocent letter laying on his table was driving him mad. He wanted to shatter it into pieces, throw it into a bucket of thousand firecrackers, and bury the ash in a place where he would never return to. But the thought of disappointment on her face to have him be absent on such a special day haunts him. He needed to be there, even if it meant he would pulverise the last remaining strains of his fraying soul.

And so here he is, with George physically and mentally acting as his sole pillar of support, Fred puts on his best suit and most believable facade, acting like he’s happy for the couple. He dreaded the next two days. Having arrived late to the mansion after every attempt of stalling time, Fred finally gathered his last fragment of courage and joined the pre-wedding party, keeping in mind to drink every cocktail on sight so that he’ll be hammered enough tomorrow to skip the wedding.

 “You seem to never grow out of your partying self, Freddie.” Alicia comments, noticing the empty glass he swaps with a new one every other minute “Years after school and you still act like the animal you are.”

Fred shrugs, chugging his drink before lifting the empty glass, “Cheers for the couple.”

The people surrounding him were starting to eye him in pity. It was common knowledge for the small group of friends that Fred was in love with her. Her name remains the only one name ever rolled off his mouth with such delight and adoration. The way his eyes sparkled whenever she was mentioned or how silly he would play during Quidditch practice whenever she watches. The fixation he had for her was enough to fuel a lifetime romance.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Angelina interrupts before Fred could take another glass from the server “You’ll be dead pissed before we get the chance to greet the couple.”

“That’s the mission, Darling.” Fred winks, drinking George’s drink instead.

Not a minute passed and the said couple finally came out of the mansion. The noises died down as every eye turned and watched the lovebirds with glee. Smiles were decorating every guest’s faces, including Fred’s. The sight of her after what seems to be forever felt like a long awaited rain after a drought. She’s still as beautiful as he last remembered her. If anything, even more charming now with her mature posture and a touch of makeup, enhancing every delicate feature she has.

Fred’s breath was taken away as their eyes met. Her smile turns wider as she waves her hand at him, looking grateful and beyond happy to see him there. And just with that trivial moment, Fred’s worry and dismay evaporates into thin air. For the first time since he arrived, he was glad to have come to the party.

His quest to get plastered tonight has now been aborted. If there is just a slight chance for them to exchange a word, he would want it to happen with his mind completely clear. He’d want to memorise every giggle, the crinkles around her eyes whenever she smiles, and the pleasant voice of hers when she calls his name. He wants to keep every detail of her and have it engraved in his head for after tonight, he would have to bid his last goodbye to her.

“Fred,” Her melodious voice calls from behind “You came.”

Her smile was intoxicating, making his head spin and chest filled with warmth that he could only reply with a nod and a smile he hopes isn’t freaking her out.

“I’ve missed you.” She says, coming in with an open arm as she pulls him for a hug “It’s been so long since I last saw you.”

Fred couldn’t utter a word. He rests his head to the crook of her neck, praying that he could pack away this very moment and have it hidden under his bed. The smell of her perfume and body heat was melting him. The void forming in his chest the moment she lets go would be the nightmare that’ll haunt him for the rest of his life.

“You’re awfully quiet.” She says with a chuckle “Did you drink the wrong tonic or something?”

He shakes his head, smiling, “Just basking the moment before you’re finally gone tomorrow.”

“Oh, come on, now. You’re talking like I’m about to die.” She rolls her eyes, playfully nudging on his shoulder “I’m not gonna die tomorrow, Freddie. I’m just getting married.”

Fred smiles. Just getting married. As if that wasn’t something he should be grieving about. The word came out of her with such ease, not realising the heavy earthquake it’s giving to his tottering heart. If only she knew all the torments she’d unconsciously made him go through, would she still be as cheerful as she is right now?

“Congratulations.” Fred says, forcing a smile “Flint is a one lucky bastard.”

For a second there Fred thought that he’d seen a glimpse of sadness on her eyes. The kind of bitterness you have when you watch the person you love letting go. But as instant as it came, the emotion was swapped back into her default merriment that Fred had to convince himself that he was just seeing things. The alcohol might be taking its toll on him.

“Thank you, Fred.” She replied, her hand still clinging on his forearm “I’m parched. Would you accompany me to get some drinks? I’m feeling rather tired to greet and have small talk with other guests, so can you please be my wingman?”

Fred nods, following her step to get away from the crowd and into the champagne table.

The redhead boy no longer cared for the fact that people could see him staring. He’s thrown out his self-respect out the window. If people want to talk about the longing gaze and how pathetic he’s looking right now, he’ll let them. Let the whole world know the fool who’s been loving the girl for so long yet never had the courage to let her know that she’s now finally with another.

“Is there something on my face?” She asks, anxiously touching her face.

Fred shakes his head, “No, you’re just so beautiful tonight.”

“Oh, come on now, don’t be such a flirt.” She rolls her eyes, cheeks tainted with redness “Had you said that to me a couple years earlier we would’ve been the one getting married.”

The smile on is face diluted. She said it with such a remote manner yet the side eye she gave as she gulped another glass of champagne made him question her intention. Those aren’t the things you said to someone casually, especially not at the night before your wedding. Could her words hold any more meaning than the aloof gesture she’s showing?

“There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.” Marcus said, disregarding the fact that she was standing with Fred “We’ve got guests to greet, why are you pissing yourself by the champagne table?”

Fred wanted to take Marcus right there and then. How could he say such words to the girl who deserves the world. The lack of affection he’s shown to her has always made Fred question, what does Flint have that made him the one she surrendered her heart to? Did she even want him to be the one she marries?

“I was just getting some drinks, I’ll be right out in a minute.” She says with a forced smile, attempting to plant a kiss to her fiancé's cheek but failing miserably as he dismisses her and walks back out, not sparing a glance to Fred.

“Why are you marrying him?” Fred asks, the boiling anger in his head slowly taking the best of him “He’s a vile man, Marcus Flint. We used to make fun of him from all the stupid things he’d done and you would always scold me whenever we got in a fight. Why are you marrying the man you said you’d hate for life?”

She remains quiet, eyes locked on him as if she’s trying to convey a message her lips couldn’t deliver. There was regret, guilt, and despair evident on them. How her shoulders shuddered in an attempt to contain her welling tears was tearing him apart. He wanted to rescue her, take her hand and leave the party. Rescue her and hide her under his wing from the life she certainly doesn't deserve if she were to marry Flint. She’s supposed to marry someone who would worship her, someone who would bleed themselves to death for her, and Marcus Flint is certainly not that man.

But who was he kidding? Sure she deserves someone better than Flint but does that mean the man is himself? He couldn’t even ask her out for a silly date. What makes him think he’ll have the balls to kidnap her from her own wedding?

“People are complex beings, Freddie. Marcus isn’t always as cold as how he reacted just now. He’s just feeling stressed over the wedding.” She says at last, struggling to find an excuse for her fiancé's rude actions “I better get back and greet the guests. It’ll be bad for the family if people begin to talk about the bride’s disappearance.”

Placing her empty glass to the table, she reaches for Fred’s cheek and kisses it gently. The sigh she let go as her lips parted from his skin was dragging him deeper to the trench of desolation. With one last smile, she squeezes his forearm and begins walking away.

Fred watches as her figure soon disappear in the sea of people. A thousand questions running across his head at the same time. What’s to do now? What's he supposed to do now that he’s seen it firsthand that she isn’t getting the fairytale she very much deserves? And what is left of him to do after she defends her despicable fiancé?

What is it that Marcus had that made her stay? Was it because of his name and luxury? No, she isn’t the type to trade love for money, that couldn’t be the reason. Was it because of their family? She did mention how badly it would reflect on them if she were to show just a flaw tonight. So was that the true answer?

Fred takes one of the champagne glasses, gulping down the liquid before tossing the glass away with no regard. The mystery and scenarios screaming at each other in his brain were dementing. For the millionth of time, Fred Weasley has found himself stuck on the puzzle.

#fred weasley #fred weasley angst #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley scenario #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley preference #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x oc

[toreii]

Glorious Masquerade spoilers #16

It is finally night. The bells of Noble Bell College chime loudly. The jester announces that the festival has come to an end. He asks everyone if the enjoyed the Upside Down festival. He invites the people to come next time, and hopes to see them next year.

Epel says he laughed so much, it hurts. Deuce comments that the people of the city were delighted. It was a good festival. The vice principal of the student council announces that all the participating magicians at the exchange are to return to Noble Bell College.

Malleus notices that Rollo is gone. The vice president says that Rollo returned to school earlier. He is sure they are preparing to welcome them. Trein apologizes for the trouble. Azul mentions there are a lot of gathered magicians. Today’s preparations must’ve also been difficult. The assistant replies that it was, and says that the president seem to be very busy in particular. It was Rollo, more than anyone, who worked hard to make the exchange meeting possible.

Idia is a bit surprised hearing this. He says Rollo initially looked like a calm person, but in reality, he is a student who wanted to make connections. The vice president corrects him, saying Rollo is usually solitary. He was quite surprised when Rollo suggested hosting the exchange meeting. He’s certain that this exchange was planned to learn about different places. The president may be strict with himself and others, but he’s a serious person.

The assistant adds that Rollo is stoic, thoughtful, and has excellent grades. He has abundant magical power, and a strong imagination. President Rollo is the dream of Noble Bell College!

Noble Bell College - Student Board Room

Back at NBC, in a darkened student board room, a fireplace burns brightly. Alone, Rollo shows his true colors. It’s ridiculous. All of it. Magic is a blessing? A gift? Fun? All of it is a lie. Chanted by fools! Why else would he……

Rollo decides to forget about it. The anguish is finally over. The time had come. He declares that he will make the world right by swallowing it whole like the fire. He can’t wait! Rollo begins to laugh (like the deranged maniac he is).

Back at the lecture hall, Grim yawns sleepily. He’s all tuckered out, and wants to go to bed right away. Malleus says he can’t. They were instructed by an NBC student to gather at the hall so they could participate in the exchange meeting. Azul notices students from other schools have gathered. Perhaps to check the schedule for tomorrow?

Suddenly, the bells begin chiming loudly over and over. Sebek recognizes the sound as the Bell of Salvation. Riddle points out that the bell only rings during the morning and night. The night bell already rang earlier. Why is it ringing so late at night?

Azul looks further ahead and sees…fire? Idia tells him to look closely. It’s not fire, but a flower. RSA student A says that there are red flowers blooming on the pillars, and wonders if they were there when they first arrived. RSA student B says it’s pretty. He’s never seen a flower like that before. However, he suddenly yelps. Idia is freaking out as he sees the RSA student collapse because he touched the flower. RSA student A is feeling suddenly dizzy before collapsing. RSA student B is moaning.

Malleus says that those who come into contact with the red flower are fainting one after another. Jamil notices that the flowers are increasing as well. Ruggie says he feels like he’s loosing his mind. Azul tells him he isn’t crazy. He suddenly feels dizzy, too. The closer one gets to the flower, the more they start to faint.

Malleus remarks it is an ominous glowing flower. His legs are naturally bucking. Slowly, he starts sinking to his knees, his strength sapping away. He asks himself if he’s afraid of such a small flower.

Malleus notices that the flowers are climbing up onto him. He notices the power emitted, but he’s fading fast. He can feel himself slipping as the flowers engulf him completely. Just before Malleus loses consciousness, his faithful bodyguards leap into action shouting his name loudly.

Sebek and Silver tear the flowers away from Malleus’s body saving him from passing out. Malleus is relieved to see them. They saved him. Silver tells him to leave it to them, and asks Malleus to step back. Sebek did not expect for the plants to harm Malleus. He declares that he will destroy them with his magic.

After the interactive battle, Sebek shoots out his magic. But, it has no effect. Silver comments that the flower sucked in Sebek’s magic. Malleus deduces that the more magic they use, the stronger the flower becomes. He comments that the color and shine is like a flame.

Rook tells Yuu that it’s dangerous. The flowers are approaching from behind. Deuce tells Yuu to back away. Trein says it’s too late, and Grim cries out Yuu’s name. Things go dark for a second, but then it’s as if nothing happened. The room is still burning brightly with the flowers, but Yuu is still standing. Rook and Deuce are surprised. Grim gets upset grumbling that he worried over nothing.

Trein is also surprised that Yuu is okay. He realizes what is going on. He shouts for everyone to put away their magic pens. Epel says if they do that, they’ll be swallowed by the flowers. Rook tells Epel to follow Trein’s instructions. Malleus also orders Silver and Sebek to do as Trein says. Idia comments that when he put away his magical pen, the strength of the flowers weakened.

Suddenly, Neige comes across Rook and Epel, telling everyone it’s dangerous and to back away. However, Neige collapses, and Rook calls out his Snow White, commenting that he came to protect them. Chenya tells Riddle to follow him, referring to Deuce as a card soldier and to come along. Riddle yells at Chenya telling him he doesn’t need protection. He can fight!

Neige laughs saying he is a friend who is also aiming to be a magician on Sage’s Island. It’s natural to help. Chenya says to get away before the flames draw near. But, it’s clear the two are struggling. The NBC assistant is also struggling to fight off the flowers. They are completely overwhelmed. The vice president shouts that he needs to report to Rollo and warn him not to come to the hall.

Idia comments on the situation going on. He can’t be sure, but it looks to him like the flowers respond when magic is used. Trein tells the boys not to think about using magic. Azul asks if he knows anything. Trein can only conclude that the flames of the flower look to be absorbing magic. He calls it the “Crimson Flower”. Azul has never heard of it, and asks if it’s a plant often seen growing on the ground. Jamil says it’s the first time he’s heard of it, too. It’s a conspicuous flower one wont be able to forget.

Malleus isn’t surprised they don’t know, and says he couldn’t remember right away. He tells them that the Crimson Flower is a plant that grows with magical power. Epel is shocked to hear this. Malleus tells them their magical power is no exception. When the plant senses magic, it stretches its vines to the target like plants reacting to the sun. It grows roots and begins absorbing the magic. The magic power of the magician who touches the plant continues to be consumed as nourishment to make the flowers bloom. When the magic power of the magician runs out, they’ll lose magic forever. The boys shout collectively. Forever?!

Idia says it’s the last boss. The strongest in all of Twisted Wonderland. Azul can’t believe such a horrible plant exists. Riddle finds it a bit weird. Weren’t they supposed to learn about such a plant as it is an enemy of magicians. Malleus tells him the Crimson Flower became extinct long ago. It is considered dangerous because of its properties, and eradicated by people a long time ago. Now, only a few descriptions remain as a legendary existence that loosely describe history of old magic.

Trein says Malleus is right. Sebek praises Malleus telling him he is well versed. Grim has clearly had enough of the history lesson. Epel asks why there’s so much of the extinct plant. Malleus replied that Epel should ask him that.

Footsteps approach the boys as the person begins to speak. He says he wondered if they’d be okay. Should he praise such a prestigious school even if it rots? Grim is shocked to see who it is.

Grim points out that that bastard is the only one high above that doesn’t have flowers crawling all over. Malleus asks Rollo if this is his doing. Rollo sneers, saying Malleus is correct. Although they are stupid, they made it this far. Sebek asks him what he just said. Rollo reiterates that they are stupid. To not realize he was preparing the Crimson Flower like this… Rollo adds it was hard not to laugh as he watched them enjoy the festival. Azul tells him he speaks like a true villain.

Rollo snaps. He screams at the boys that they’re the true villains. Showing off their magic and captivating people…these magicians cannot be forgiven! Rollo calms down a bit, and tells the boys not to worry. He will save the helpless villains like them. As the name of the flower suggests, Rollo plans to dye the whole world crimson. He declares that he will deprive the magic from magicians in all of Twisted Wonderland.

Grim is can’t believe it. Malleus remains quiet, but it’s clear this is serious. Idia exclaims that the mastermind behind the last boss finally revealed themselves. Or rather, the mastermind revealed themselves too soon. “Zero patience!?”😂 Azul tells Idia to be quiet because he’s currently losing his cool.🤣🤣

Poor Grim is still grasping at the thought of loosing his magic. He won’t be able to become a great magician! That definitely is not going to happen! Yuu wonders why Rollo is doing all of this. Malleus tells Rollo that Briar Valley will not overlook the spread of such a plant. No matter what Rollo’s plans are, they cannot ignore it silently. However, Rollo sighs and says that is why he called them stupid.

Sebek is pissed at Rollo for calling Malleus stupid three times. He can’t forgive him anymore. He’s ready to beat him. Silver agrees, and tells Rollo to prepare himself. Even without magic, they can still defeat him. Azul says he hates resorting to force, but it can’t be helped with stubborn people. Idia adds that they can’t let harmful plants go unchecked. He’ll stop them before they can spread.

Rollo simply laughs. Malleus asks him what’s wrong. Rollo says it’s too late. His plan is complete. With the 4th ringing of the Bell of the Salvation, the city filled with enough magic power. The Crimson Flower has spread out into town, and begun to absorb the magic of magicians. Trein is alarmed. Jamil tells everyone to look out the window. Rook can’t believe what he’s seeing. People are being sacrificed as the flowers shine brightly. He doesn’t blame the flowers, but the sight is not beautiful.

Deuce feels betrayed saying he thought Rollo was a serious person. The delinquent side of Deuce comes out, and he calls Rollo a cowardly imitation. He orders him to come down. He challenges Rollo to a fight. Rollo says the only magicians who managed to be safe are those from Night Raven College. He asks them what they can do on their own. At best, they can sow their despair and curse their own helplessness.

A pop sounds from somewhere. Ruggie asks what that noise is. Epel doesn’t hear anything. Ruggie says he can hear it, like a small mechanical noise. It’s getting louder and louder! Rollo says he invites them to come together. Into the stone walls that they deserve. Grim yells that the floor is gone. They’re falling! Yuu screams out, and Malleus shouts their name. (MalleYuu fans getting fed~)

Rollo starts laughing like the lunatic he is. He finally did it. They’re going to disappear. Those damn magicians and Malleus Draconia, said to have the most magical power in the land, are gone! At the very least, let their magic power be sucked up at the bottom of the earth. Finally, the time has come. Rollo says his justice will be done.

To be continued…

Rollo went on a murder spree😳 I like how they chose their words bc disney, but we all know what they mean. Well, I guess it’s now appropriate to grab our pitchforks and go after that lunatic. That was some crazy shit.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst spoilers #glorious masquerade

[alias-sam]

Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 3. High School Never Ends

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

Word Count: 2,243

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

What had you done to piss the universe off so badly? As you tried to enter school you were halted by a teacher that you didn't even recognize.

"And why may I ask are you skulking around here?" She drawled, standing to block you from getting past.

"Excuse me ma'am but I need to..." You tried to sidestep her but she moved back into your path.

"I asked you a question. Do you have a reason for being late?" She was obviously not interested in whatever answer you were planning to give. She was already pulling out a notepad and pen.

"I slept through my alarm." You lied.

"Do you understand how many times I hear that excuse in a day?" She sighed dramatically as you watched her write out a detention slip. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at her attitude. "I hear it every day from attempted skippers." She sneered accusingly before placing a one-day detention slip in your hand. "Now get to class." She ordered, waving you off.

"Ma'am I didn't even-"

"Talk back and you're getting another day."

........

Yeah, needless to say you walked to class with a two-day detention slip in hand. Thankfully your punishment didn't start until tomorrow which left you at least a day to come up with an excuse for your maternal guardian. You trudged into Biology class and quietly made it to your desk. Listening to the random flow of conversation among your peers was entertaining. The main topic today was your up-and-coming group project, something you had heard about already. The reason it seemed to be so interesting was that the teacher was assigning partners randomly.

With your recent luck.... you could totally see this was going to end well for you.

The teacher had everyone take their seats, and went over details for the project again. Most of your fellow students were just waiting in anticipation for their group members to be announced. He listed off several people's names, often they were followed by groaning. From what you could gather he paired people who would otherwise never interact.

"Y/n Jones you'll be with Blake Greenmin, Timothy Buggles, and Vita."

Yep, people who you would otherwise not volunteer to work with. You weren't friends with them, but you were intimately aware of their reputations.

Blake Greenmin for example. An incredible student known for his near flawless grades. (At least to the teachers) Everyone in the student body knew that he sold answer sheets for homework, tests, quizzes, and even exams in the boys' bathroom. The one thing nobody could figure out was how he always managed to get the sheets without staff noticing. He also had a nasty habit of being late to classes, resulting in frequent detention. You were 99% sure you'd be joining him there tomorrow. When you looked over to his seat, he gave you a mocking wink and smile, you looked away with a groan. In your experience he was a self-centered prick. He loved messing with people for no discernible reason.

Timothy Buggles. He ran the music club. An average student, just a bit of a wallflower. You looked over to where he was sitting, he was quietly scribbling something in a notebook. You had actually didn't mind being paired with him in comparison to the other two. You'd worked with him before and found he was a reliable partner. Unfortunately, Tim was like you in many respects. He was marked a 'loner'. Sometimes when students were giving him trouble you would tell them to knock it off. Tim never asked you to do it, and he never talked to you after each ordeal. You could never tell if he appreciated you interfering or not.

Then there's Vita. Most teachers called him by his last name. Now that you were thinking about it, you didn't know his first name. Vita was a student that missed an inordinate amount of school. When you looked around, you found his seat to be empty. The times he did show up he scared people off. Many outlandish rumors surrounding him claimed he was a vampire or something. You weren't anticipating he'd be much help for this project.

You were expecting to start working immediately, but the teacher stopped everyone when there was a knock at the door. You were greeted by a pulling sensation; you couldn't place when but you had the inkling you'd felt it before. The teacher answered it and happily led in a familiar man.

"Everyone this is Mr. Kujo." He introduced the newcomer. "He's the marine biologist I said would be visiting us to teach about the recent fishing problem." You didn't remember the name but you instantly recognized the face. It was that guy you pulled out of traffic just yesterday. "You will most likely be seeing him around the school. Mr. Kujo is working with the science department to spread pollution and endangerment awareness."

Your teacher continued to drone on about your project and the marine biologist. All of the monotonous chatter left your mind to wonder off. You tried to figure out what that pulling sensation was, it wasn't your clothes or the chair, did it have to do with that stand thing? Before this morning you had no idea what your ability was called, but now you were curious beyond belief. You had so many questions about these so called 'stands'.

Your mind continued to generate questions surrounding this morning's incident and formulating educated guesses. This caught the attention of your teacher who noticed you distracted look.

"Y/n. Please pay attention in my class." You jolted from your daydreaming, immediately shooting a quick 'sorry' to him. A few students around the room laughed. You sunk into your seat and quietly wished for the school day to end.

The period did eventually finish, but only after a lecture boring enough to put the entire class to sleep. When the bell finally rang you started to move on to your next class. The hallways of the school filled with a hum created by many voices chatting at once. You were placing a book in your locker when two voices rose up above the normal volume.

"Buggles!" Someone roughly hit a locker near you. "What are you up to today?" The tone of this person was teasing, and blatantly meant to intimidate.

"N-nothing." Came a quieter voice. This one you immediately recognized.

"Oh yeah? Then what've you been writing in that notebook all day?"

You looked across the hallway to see your newly assigned project partners, two of them at least. Blake was leaning against a locker; Tim was hugging a notebook to his chest.

"Please. I don't want any trouble." Tim muttered, quietly shrinking underneath Blake's scare tactics.

"Give me that." Tim looked deflated as Blake snatched his notebook from him. You watched the interaction from the sideline before deciding to intervene. Blake had a big reputation, so usually people were hesitant to stand up against him. Students didn't pay any mind to the scene. They all just moved from class to class.

"We're supposed to be working together for the foreseeable future. Why don't we start our partnership on good terms?" You stood yourself between Blake and Tim. Blake gave a suave smile, turning on a more welcoming persona.

"My! Y/n, you make a wonderful point." Blake took a step closer to you. "We should try being friends. I guess I can start by giving this back." Blake held out the notebook, proceeding only to drop it at Tim's feet. "Woops." Blake then sauntered off down the hallway, chuckling as if what he had said was clever in some way.

Tim dejectedly picked up the book. He glanced at you before walking off to the opposite hallway. That left you alone. You weren't mad about Tim walking off or anything, you just wondered if he was okay. Ultimately there wasn't much for you to do about Blake, so you continued on your day as well.

The day ended after a few more grueling hours. When the dismissal bell rang you collected your bag and started your walk home. As you passed the courtyard of the school your 'fan girls' gawked and whispered to each other about you. Thankfully none of them followed you around today. After leaving the courtyard you were left to a quiet solitary walk, that is, before you got to the intersection. The light cleared people to walk but traffic continued to flow, you glared at the light, almost expecting it to fix itself if you did so.

A figure next to you started to step off the curb, you stuck your arm straight out to stop whoever it was from becoming roadkill.

"Hey watch it buddy!" A distinctly feminine voice growled. You looked over at the person, about to explain yourself, but you weren't faced with a tourist. No, you had seen this person very recently. "Oh! Y/n?" She was a bit shocked to see you but immediately the blonde gave a smile. "Hi! I didn't know you walk this way!"

"Umm. Hi?" You awkwardly looked up to see that traffic had stopped and motioned for Jaya to cross with you. When you both made it to the other side of the street you continued. "Of course I walk this way, I live right over there." You motioned to the bakery just up the street from where you were.

"Huh. Guess I didn't really register that yesterday!"

"You should really pay attention to that light. Everyone in the area knows what kind of a hazard it is. Are you new around here or something?"

"Sort of? Iv lived in town for a few months now. My brother usually takes me but, I just...had to start walking to school recently." A saddened expression came over Jaya's face. A silence fell between you two but it was soon broken by Jaya "So.... Are you like- okay?" She was eyeing you up and down. You knew what she was referring to. She was looking at the bandages peeking out from your jacket sleeve. You gave her a once over, she looked no worse for wear, especially considering she had almost been mugged. When you saw her forehead, you were perplexed. There was no bandage on it, and it looked almost completely healed. Maybe her cut was even shallower than yours? No. Something felt off about the fact there wasn't a scratch or bruise to be found on her.

"I'm fine, but how are you doing?"

"I got away ay-okay thanks to you. I more meant like are you...okay as in....."You gave her a questioning look. What was she getting at?

"I just said I'm fine." Jaya looked like she was biting back a question. She almost looked embarrassed. "If you have something to ask me spit it out. I don't bite."

"Are you like-... part of a gang or something?" Jaya blurted out. "Its not like I'm going to call the cops or anything! Its just, some people at school were talking about you. It sounded strange since you seem really nice." Jaya rambled on. "You also jumped directly into a fight which is kind of weird? Not that I'm ungrateful or anything! You really saved me back there. I-" She cut herself off when she saw your bewildered expression.

"No. I'm not in a gang, not yet at least." You actually laughed at the absurdity of the question. "Man do people at school love to gossip. Wonder what inspired that one." Jaya was relieved that you weren't offended by the question. She had indeed noticed how opinionated her fellow students were. "As for the ordeal this morning... it was a bit of a fluke." You admitted, but you thought back to all the times you had seen people antagonize those weaker than themselves. To be frank it made you sick. "I took quite the beating but that's all right. I saw you in danger, and it was my decision to jump in. A truly good person has no fear when it comes to helping others. Those who watch and do absolutely nothing are useless. At least that's my take on it."

Jaya held back a laugh, poorly, before just letting it bubble past her lips.

"That's so cheesy!"

You rolled you eyes but agreed with her. It was defiantly an odd thing to say, and to a stranger no less. But it was indeed how you felt. You were always compelled to help people as if it was a deeply engrained part of you. Jaya's laughing halted when you both got closer to the bakery. She looked concerned.

"Did that guy get arrested?" Jaya was looking down the alley where you had left the mugger that morning.

"No......he uh got away." You explained, internally freaking out over the fact he disappeared. The fact he was gone was a good thing...right?

"Well, I guess this is your stop." Jaya remarked. "Guess ill have to be careful walking home with the guy still around."

"How far away do you live from here?" you asked. Jaya responded by pointing up the road to a massive apartment complex. "Why don't we walk to school together then?" Jaya lit up. It was never hard to make her happy about something, she seemed easily excitable.

"I'd love that!" Jaya waved as you entered the bakery. "See you tomorrow then!

"Yeah. Bye." You waved.

#adventure #anime #bizarre #fanfiction #foundfamily #genderneutral #genderneutral reader #jjba #jjba x reader #jojo #jojosbizarreadventure #jojosbizarreadventurexreader #platonic x reader #reader insert #reader x character #readerxvarious #xgnreader #x reader #platonic jojo's x reader #Poster_Addict #Alias-Sam

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: Down the (Zodiac) Rabbit Hole

When you create a world, you can’t just take into account your readers’ suspension of disbelief. You have to consider that if characters run the spectrum of humanity, some of them will always be very, very curious about how the world works. And far more of them will be worried about how to predict what’s going to happen today, tomorrow, next week, next year. And most of all, try to predict how their interactions with other people will go. Because we are social animals (even if some of us only reluctantly) and if there’s an unprecedented disaster your survival may depend on whether or not someone you’ve never so much as spoken to hates your guts.

One of the ways people have tried to predict this for thousands of years is astrology.

I’m not talking about the quippy little horoscopes in some weekly papers, though those can be amusing. The study of serious astrology, whether you’re looking at Asian systems, the original European version from the Middle Ages and Renaissance, or something else, is, I’d say, at least as scientific as early economics. It involves astronomy, starwatching, and quite a bit of math. We wouldn’t have accurate calendars today without the foundations laid by astrology.

...And frankly, if European astrology had been taken seriously in the 1900s instead of condemned as “baseless superstition”, a few things might have been different. I ran across a book written by a serious astrologist who at one point cast Adolf Hitler’s horoscope in the light modern style too many people use today, and in the more sober and rigorous style of the Renaissance. I will sum up.

Light Modern: “Oh, fluffy harmless Taurus!”

Renaissance: “The position of Jupiter and Saturn in this man’s houses, along with other factors, means if he ever gets near power he will rise on a throne of skulls and drown cities in a wave of blood. If the subject of this reading is there in person, fake a sudden illness, slip out the back door, and leave town. Possibly leave the country. Avoid at all costs. This man is Death.”

Yeah. Talk about the possibilities for interesting alternate histories....

Long story short, I’m not saying you should take astrology seriously. I’m saying your characters might, and even if they don’t, they may have grown up with its assumptions. Taurus is a rock, Aries runs over you, Scorpio smiles until they stab you in the back. That kind of thing.

And it has real effects, if only because people will be looking for events and incidents that agree with what they “already know”. (Ask serious researchers about confirmation bias. But prepare to have your ears blistered.) People will assume that certain signs can work together, and others can’t, and those assumptions can make situations to the contrary much more difficult than they have to be. As in, yet another way a clever writer can up the tension!

Of course, you can be clever, but sometimes you’re just lucky. I gave Jason in Colors a specific birth year, which will to an astute reader be a clue that the book is set some years beyond our present time. And I knew how old Lee Cheong was, which given his part of the story starts in an alternate 1618, gives him a specific birth year. Ha-neul was born late in the year of the Water Dragon (1592), Chae was born in 1518, and given Mary is 14 at the story start I worked backwards to find her year, too.

Long story short? In the Korean system of Four Pillars, all of them have compatible years. (I’ll have to see what makes sense for Chin-sun.)

So. People will expect this group to work well together. Which is an interesting element, given half of them are foreigners. Chance favors the prepared writer!

#creative writing #worldbuilding #colors of another sky #astrology

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Pairing:  eventual Yandere! Kars x reader

Prompt: “Don’t you know how much this hurts me?”

Description: You adored Kars; he was perfect in your opinion. He didn’t need the Red Stone of Aja to do that. And to him, you were the light of his life, a shining beacon to help guide him out the dark. Its a shame, then, that those very silly, very human emotions of yours had to ruin his plan...

Content Warning: None really, at least for this part. Betrayal, I suppose?

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 1996

Notes: This had notes at one point but they had nothing to do with whats happening here, now. Minor editing, mostly added more spacing to make the larger chunks of text easier to read.

Part: One | Two?

Sometimes, you thought you were making a mistake.

“Is something the matter dear?” A familiar voice, smooth as velvet, coos in your ear. You don’t immediately respond.

“Hm? Oh, sorry… I must have been lost in my thoughts…” You hum a simple response, eyes still far away as you continue to think.

What this really the right thing to do?

“Don’t tell me you have doubts dancing around in that precious head of yours.” As if his touch could cast them away, he kissed the top of your head. Sad to say, they still presided; distracting your attention from him which well, he simply could not have.

“It’s well… I guess so…” You sigh and shake your head, turning your attention to Kars fully, much to his pleasure. “I know I shouldn’t be-- I decided long ago that I would be by your side always its just…” You frown and look down at your lap. “Traveling with them for so long… I can’t help but think of Joseph and his friends fondly. They’re not bad people just… misguided.” You know, you’ve said some dangerous word in front of your dear lord Kars but by experience, you know lying to him would have been worse.

“You’re only human-- I had a feeling they would sow doubts into your mind.” He sighs, pulling you tighter against him, nearly protective. “Unfortunately for them, you’re already mine, and you wouldn’t betray me now, would you dear?” You start to giggle as he trails playful kisses along your shoulder and neck.

“No of course not! I love you Kars, I’m loyal to you and only you.” He pulls you into a sweet kiss after his words, one you gladly return to him.

Of course, you’re loyal to your lord-- your one and only love.

“Then why even waste time worrying about it?” He tuts as the two of you pull away from one another. You take another moment to ponder his words.

Because a part of you knew this was wrong?

“I think… I’ll just miss them, when this is all said and done…” You look away and sigh again. “I feel kinda silly saying it but I feel like I’m betraying them…” Tomorrow evening, the two groups-- that being Kars, and the other Pillar men, and Joseph, with the other hamon users he was traveling with (and yourself, as you told them you would regroup with them then) would all end up colliding where the Red Stone of Aja would appear. “I mean, they’re certainly going to feel that way…” You frown.

“You just have to remember where your loyalties stand. What that Jewel means for us.” You nod softly as Kars holds both your cheeks in his hands. It really would be your shining moment, caught in the middle of this mess. You were a human hamon user too, as logic stands the Pillar men should be your enemies. And yet… here you were, in love with Kars. Surely the future he had planned couldn’t be that bad… not with you at his side, right?

“Right. I understand.” You smile softly and just enjoy his touch. It was late at night and when the sun rose, you would have to leave his company to meet up with Joseph, Lisa Lisa, and Caesar by the time the Red Stone of Aja made its way here. “You can count on me to do the right thing.” You cuddled to him, a yawn leaving your lips.

“You should rest dear one.” Kars placed a kiss to your forehead, readjusting you to better rest in his lap. “You have a big day, after all.” He chuckled softly as you stuck your tongue out at him, getting comfortable in his grasp. You knew he wouldn’t let you go until the sun rose so you made the best of it. It was better to listen to him and get your rest tonight, anyways.

“I love you Kars…” You closed your eyes, willing the turmoil you felt to go away while you laid in your beloveds arms.

“I love you as well, _____.” You breathed in deeply, content in his grasp. Maybe, one day soon… he would get to enjoy the sweet sunshine with you.

Morning came far too soon for Kars, peaking in the uncovered corners of the room the two of you stayed in. As a hamon user, a warrior of the sun, it was almost second nature for you to rise with it. And rise you did, waking slowly with the sweetest little yawn…

“Good morning.” You smiled blearily at him, stretching a little as you rose from his grasp.

“Good morning sunshine.” He watched as you breathed in deeply, felt as the energy flowed in you. “Must you leave so soon?” He pulled you closer once again, making you giggle.

“I have to, I have to!” Nerves built up in your stomach. Today was going to be eventful, that was for sure… “I have to go Kars.” You kissed his cheek and smiled lovingly. “I know what I have to do.”

“No need to be so serious.” He ran his fingers though your tangled hair, ever so gently pulling out the knots. “You’ll be fine.”

“I know.” You sighed. “It’s just… going to be rough, is all. I have to prepare myself for everyone to hate me…” You frowned soft.

“Know that I’ll still love you, no matter what happens today.” He pulled you in for a hug, surprising you slightly. Wasn’t he the one just going off about not being serious? “I won’t let anything take you from me…”

“Kars…” Your voice is soft as you hold him. Rarely did he let himself be so vulnerable…

“Now, go on.” He pulls back from you abruptly, as if the whole moment had never happened. For his sake, you pretend it didn’t. “Go out and have your fun in the sun without me-- just remember that I’ll be there with you soon.” He smiles deviously at you, and you can’t help but flush.

“Right then. I’m off.” You move to leave him, leaving down a hall with a single beam of light. You pause there, looking back to him. “I can’t wait for that moment, Kars.” Your smile is big, brighter than the sun he so coveted, as you left him. He knew, things would turn out right.

For you, leaving to the sun was easy enough. But now alone again with your thoughts as you journeyed back to your human companions, doubts once again consumed you.

You wanted to believe that Kars was doing right for the world, making it more perfect… but why would your friends be fighting so adamantly to stop him if that were the case? They were strong, intelligent people-- they knew how strong Kars was, how strong all the Pillar man were-- and yet they still stood against them. They were willing to stand up to them, to unknown odds, all the protect their world…

Where did you stand in all this, though? Would… Kars continue to love you when he was the perfect life form? Was he even worthy of claiming that title? All this time, you had simply wanted what he wanted because you loved him. It seemed natural.

But knowing what everyone else was fighting for-- what Joseph, Caesar, and Lisa Lisa all held dear-- was on the line, made you hesitate.

You realized to other people, this problem didn’t seem so gray. Of course, there was the obvious right answer, and then there was the selfish one.

The question was, which one would you pick?

“Oh hey! Joseph, Caesar!” You called out to the boys in the late morning, finding everyone just where you expected you might. “Lisa Lisa!” You ran up to everyone and were surprised to see that they were all happy to see you. But of course-- you were allies. Friends.

“_____!” Joseph greeted you just as enthusiastically, catching you in a hug as you ran to them. “You’re here! I was afraid you’d miss the show.” He’s all grins and confidence, and its infectious. You’re just as happy to see him.

“No, never.” You shake your head. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“Did you get your affairs all in order?” Caesar asks, raising a brow. You were a little vague when you left their company two days ago-- purposefully so, since you had been with Kars the entire time since.

He had every right to question you.

“I did.” You nod seriously. “A lot has happened for me these past few days, but I hope you guys have been well.”

“We’re still alive, so that counts for something!” Joseph laughs openly.

“It’s good to have you back, but we have to hurry-- we need to catch that train before sundown. We don’t have much time.” It was true-- the colder weather meant less daylight, you didn’t have time to chat.

“Right.” You nod as Lisa Lisa and Joseph charge ahead. You follow behind with Caesar, quiet as you let thoughts consume you.

“You’re not normally so quiet. Are you sure everything is okay?” He gives you a side eye but it ends with a small smile. It feels nice to know he’s worried for you… But you don't like making him worry, at the same time.

“Well…” You bite your lip a little, thinking. “I’ll be okay, I think.” Still, you continue mulling it over.

“You think?” He huffs. “Come one tesoro, you can tell me.” He sends a little wink your way, one you can only smile at.

“Have you ever been in love Caesar? Like, really, truly, in love?” You ask him.

“Oh, so that’s what you were up to these past few days…!” He laughs teasingly and you flush and turn away.

“I’m serious here Caesar!” you whine. “Like… say this person you love was well… not the perfect person. And they’re expecting something out of you that you know is wrong, and would hurt some people you care about. But… you don’t want to disappoint them. You don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

He raises a brow questioningly at you, but lets you continue. “So you have this super important decision to make but you don’t know who to side with; the person you care about the most, or the people you want to protect…” You side eye him and see his strange look again. “Hypothetically speaking.”

“...Right. Hypothetically speaking…” Caesar says, clearing his throat. “I know… Love can be a blinding, brilliant thing. But you have to do your best to see past it. As much as you might want to please the person you love… ultimately, you have to think of the greater good-- or even possibly, the lesser evil.” You nod slowly to what he’s saying.

“So… theoretically, if something like this did happen to me… I feel like I would have to disappoint them.” He seems finished but adds in. "At least, that's what I would do."

“Thanks Caesar. For um. Telling me what you think…” You hurry ahead of him, behind Joseph and Lisa Lisa now as you let his words sink in.

“Hey _____, don’t do anything stupid!” He calls after you, but you’re already too caught up in your thoughts to hear him.

“Have to disappoint them…” You frowned. There really was no middle ground in this for you, was there? Either you retrieved the Red Stone of Aja for Kars and let him become the perfect life form or you didn’t… and you stayed with your allies to either find a way to properly destroy it, or destroy Kars so he couldn’t use it for his own gains… The answer really was obvious, wasn’t it?

“Kars… You don’t even know how much this will hurt me…” You sigh and tighten your first.

You were doing what had to be done. You were making the right choice.

Even if it wasn’t the one he wanted.

#jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure #kars x reader #yandere kars x reader #yandere x reader

[breath-of-eternity]

The Last Interlude

Interlude: Promise

Second bell rang. Morning meal was over, though Eunji had spent most of it pushing the grits around her plate. No one else agreed that their flavor was overpoweringly earthy, and many of the other scribes called it the best they had ever tasted. She forced herself to eat them because it was marginally less painful than starving, and they elbowed each other and laughed at the expression twisting her face. Once the torture was over, she took the plate to the washing area, where one of the cleaners, seeing her face, asked what her problem was now.

Most of the others had to rush to their assignments, but Eunji knew she had plenty of time. She arrived outside of Gibb’s quarters and sat down to wait, and the next bell was clanging by the time the sorcerer emerged yawning. Their robes in disarray, hair sticking out in spikes, they made their way to the mage’s dining hall to pick up two apples, same as every day.

“Long day ahead of us,” they said through another yawn. “Eunji, what time is the meeting?”

“Six bells, sir.”

They sighed. “Another late night. I know you’re not supposed to, but the only way I’m getting up tomorrow is if you go into my room toss me out of bed.”

“Water seemed more effective last time, sir.”

“So it did. Well, you’re the expert.”

She smiled at what she was fairly certain was only a joke, but Gibb was half-asleep and their facial expressions impossible to parse. She followed them down the stairs and into the courtyard, the heat of the stone path baking through her sandals. Once a tower rose up from the mountain, before the gods leveled it to remind humanity that divinity was not for them. The base of the tower was still on top of the mountain, but it could not be seen from their location, in spite one of the other scribes insisting it was possible if you found exactly the right position. Eunji did not understand why the girl kept insisting when it was so blatantly untrue, and why the other scribes all laughed at Eunji and not the one who was telling these wild tales.

In any case, the ruins of the pillar were for magic users only, and even they had rules about who was let in, when they were allowed in, and for what purpose, all things a scribe would not be privy to. She could only guess from what she overheard while transcribing through the endless interviews Gibb held. Warriors flocked from all over the world in search of the supposed Ultimate Magic the sorcerers were creating, and over the past five years, Eunji had seen thousands of them. Most of the time, Gibb told her to throw out her notes at the end of the day, as there wasn’t anything worth saving. When they did ask her to save them, it wasn’t always the best warriors, or those with any fighting skill at all. A sickly boy from Fielle who’d never held a blade in his life was accepted just last week.

What were they after? Eunji couldn’t hazard a guess. The motives of people, even those she had known for years, eluded her. Perhaps that was why Gibb kept her around all this time. She could not gossip about what she did not understand.

Dozens of people waited outside Silenes Hall, many leaping to their feet as the two passed by and when Gibb chucked the cores of their apples over their shoulder, the people scrambled as if it had to be important. Eunji entered the Hall behind Gibb, preparing her tablets papers while the sorcerer situated themself behind the desk. They seemed awake now, at least.

“Send the first one in,” they said.

They always left it for her to pick, and her stomach tied in knots as she shoved open the doors and walked back outside. There were so many to choose from, all with the same hungry expression. She generally went for whoever seemed calmest, and she opted for a woman sitting on a rock wringing her hands. A man spit at her, and Eunji decided he could wait outside forever. Perhaps one of the other scribes would pass them through, but she hoped not.

She brought the woman in before Gibb, a short woman with dark skin covered in freckles. She stood in front of the sorcerer, back straight like a soldier, hands clasped behind her.

“You may have a seat,” Gibb said, gesturing to the chair. The woman seemed to regard it with some measure of suspicion, perhaps because she knew enough about magic to know the runes under her feet compelled those on it to tell the truth. In which chase, she didn’t know enough to realize she didn’t actually need to be seated for the spell to work.

Her mouth twisted up, the woman sat, hands tightly gripping the arm rest. Eunji picked up her stylus and prepared to record.

“Your name,” Gibb said.

“Viga,” the woman said.

“And you are from?”

“Originally, Caspurin, but I spent most of my life in Hannis.”

They went on like that for several minutes, Gibb asking gentle probing questions and Viga responding in short, succinct sentences like she was prying the words from her tongue. Most who came were escaping unhappy lives and she was no different. Her family lost everything they owned to floods, and her only escape from starvation was becoming an indentured soldier. Though the woman’s voice remained controlled, there was an anger to her features, her dark eyes blazing hotter at every word revealed.

“I have to assume you understand we are creating the most powerful magic ever known,” Gibb said. “Why do you think you are worthy of this power?”

“Because I can do it,” Viga said, seeming to spit out the words. “The one lesson life has taught me is how to handle myself. I’m strong, I’m capable, I can do what needs to be done. And I won’t abuse it.” She added this last almost as an afterthought. They continued talking for several more minutes and Viga left the room looking pleased with herself, but Gibb told the scribe to set aside the tablet. They did not tell her to erase it, which meant she still had hope working for one of the magic factions as a soldier, but as a candidate, she was not suitable.

#fiction #fantasy fiction #fantasy #knights of eternity #writers on tumblr #epic fantasy #high fantasy #web serial #tw: blood #mild violence mostly off screen #the pain of having sensory issues with most food #and people acting like you're making it up

[pidge-poetry]

Foals on the Ecstatic, Unified Energy of New Album Life Is Yours

"[It's] cool to make something that's just defiantly radiant," says frontman Yannis Philippakis [x]

Back in November, days before the release of Life Is Yours‘ lead single “Wake Me Up,” Foals frontman Yannis Philippakis assured listeners that this album would be a return to a “sweaty, late-night dance floor.” He wasn’t kidding: Life Is Yours is undoubtedly the most groove-oriented, shimmering Foals album yet, destined for the peak of a wild night and smartly positioned as an antithesis to a long period of lockdown.

If you are a Foals fan, the streamlined style of Life Is Yours is a bit of a left turn, albeit one that’s closer to the frenetic dance punk of their debut Antidotes and the introspective glow of Total Life Forever. Though a restless energy populates the dance-centric Life Is Yours, there’s very little agitation in the mix — where previous Foals jams like “Inhaler,” “What Went Down,” and “Black Bull” featured a grittier, more explosive palate, Life Is Yours is restrained, focused, and wholly indebted to disco and dance.

According to Philippakis, Life Is Yours may be different, but it is their most “unified” album. “We didn’t want to have the kind of polarity in the songwriting. We didn’t want to have shifts,” he claims, “We wanted the record to be more like a journey — like you’re going for a walk through the same park. You’re starting somewhere, and there’s diversity and richness within the space that you’re in, but you’re in one space. You’re not getting thrown from pillar to post.”

It’s fitting that Foals have decided to follow up the two part album experiment — 2019’s Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost Pt. 1 & 2 — with a record that feels decidedly less enormous, championing an air of levity and brightness over anguish and bitterness.

Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost found Foals, essentially, staring at the end of the world, meditating on climate change, the Trump/Boris Johnson era, and mental health. Life Is Yours, on the other hand, seems much less concerned with making a grand political statement, and more concerned with imagination, intimacy, and the freedom of a life without a global pandemic.

“If we were to write another record and start it tomorrow, it might be something where it’s gonna deal with Boris Johnson’s inability to do anything correctly,” says Philippakis, “but we were writing in this kind of spartan, frugal, depressed, lifeless environment. And the result was this.”

According to Philippakis, the heaviness of the pandemic and lockdown gave the band a different mission than ever before. “I felt repelled by anything too heavy, emotionally. I didn’t want to add to the weight of what was going on,” he says. “And then I just started to think about music as a transportive power, and also that it would be cool to make something that was just defiantly radiant. Something that shimmers, and can transport you.”

Indeed, the songs on Life Is Yours are beacons to a pre-pandemic time, an influx of life that we’ve all taken for granted in retrospect. The radiant “Looking High” finds Philippakis searching “for where all our friends used to go,” eventually landing on the plea “I hope I’ll be there when life’s returning… I hope I’ll see the streets return.” The thumping, synth-driven “2AM” is an ode to that exact hour, the drunk, messy moment of clarity, but channeled through the perspective of someone forced to stay home and reckon with their own loneliness.

And on the infectious and anthemic “2001,” which Philippakis claims features a chorus with “one of the most unadulterated bits of pop writing that [they’ve] ever done,” he laments, “I’ve been waiting all day inside/ Waiting for a summer sky/ When we run wild/ We’ll come up for air and go under again.”

Luckily for Philippakis, drummer Jack Bevan, and guitarist Jimmy Smith, that summer sky has finally arrived. After months of being “caged animals,” like Philippakis says, Foals embarked on their first tour in over two years last month with a short run of shows in their native England. For the band, there was certainly an added layer of drama and catharsis to the new shows.

“In London, I think that it was quite a few peoples’ first show back in a crowd. So there was an element of seeing people realizing: ‘oh, it’s okay, we can get into the pit and rub up on each other and have one of those experiences,'” he says. “But I think also, for us and speaking on behalf of the crowd, I sensed an added pathos to the shows, an added emotion… there was some extra power to it.”

Now that some warmup shows are under their belt, Foals are ready for their summer festival season, which includes major appearances at Glastonbury and Mad Cool Festival. As far as Glasto is concerned, Foals made it very clear in their illuminating 2019 documentary Rip Up The Road that Glastonbury holds a special place in their hearts. “To close the other stage is an honor,” says Philippakis. “It’s not something we ever thought we’d do. I think it’s just gonna be super emotional.”

There’s certainly an added potency to their performances since returning from the pandemic, but Foals are as grateful as ever to be back out on the road playing shows as a trio. “I think as a band, you never know how long a band is going to last,” Philippakis says. “We didn’t have serious conversations about not pursuing things, but you never know what could happen. And I think we just felt thankful to be back on stage. Not only be back on stage, but at some of the best and biggest shows of our careers.”

Foals as a band are indeed bigger than they’ve ever been before, and Life Is Yours proves that they’re willing to meet the moment in more ways than one. Many artists who’ve created bodies of work throughout the last turbulent few years are doing so with an unapologetic turn inward; after all, music created in isolation and anguish is often channeled through a more meditative, existential output. But Foals are running in the opposite direction, ditching their solemn for their dancing shoes, and using the pain of the past to light the way forward.

At the core of Foals, truly, is their enigmatic, wildly freeing live shows — and each new album is tailor-made to foster those experiences. Life Is Yours may not have the high octane moments that Foals have become known for since 2013’s Holy Fire, but the approach is nonetheless energized, bursting with life, and designed for a live, collective experience.

Luckily, the band isn’t taking any of this for granted. Ridden throughout Life Is Yours is a definable sense of longing, almost like they’re wandering through a wildly stimulating dream-state. But it comes from that uniquely 2020 feeling of being on the inside and looking out, of wishing you savored the better days before they all became the same. Philippakis has certainly done a lot of reflecting himself; when asked if he would have any advice for himself 15 years ago recording Antidotes, his suggestion is to “enjoy it, don’t worry quite so much, don’t be so anxious, and put a bit more reverb on the vocals. And maybe tweak the mix.”

After the band hits Europe this summer for a myriad of shows and festivals, they’ll make their way to North America in the fall for their first US tour since 2019. Beyond that, Philippakis is still basking in the glow of getting to play new songs. As for which Life Is Yours tracks he’s most excited to bust out live, he says “‘2001’ is the highlight of the new stuff for us,” but also shares that “‘Flutter’ has a big riff in it [too]. We’ll crank the distortion petals for that one.” Rest assured, seeing Foals live in 2022 is destined to be an unforgettable party.

#foals #foals band #yannis philippakis #liy #liy era #interviews

[kinetic-elaboration]

July 15: Strange Friday

Lots of activity in the library today, which I could have done without. Mostly I stayed back in my department and tried to know as little about it as possible, but some stuff literally was moved into my department (dismantled shelves that are tilted all over the place and make the floor seem unstable; the tops of shelves, leaning against a pillar like a fairy door), and everyone was so stressed. One person literally ripped a hole in the knee of his pants (”Why does my knee feel so weird? What is that? Oh, it’s the floor”) and I think he was about 0.02 seconds away from a breakdown.

At this point, I am basically refusing to participate in this. I did my part, and more importantly, breaking down and moving furniture is not my job, it’s not any of my co-workers’ jobs, and it is not only grossly unfair but truly unsafe to ask us to do this. I hate picking up slack from incompetent people (cough cough the law school cough cough) and I am literally at the point where I feel like, well, if the people who are responsible aren’t gonna do it--it won’t be done! And that’s not my problem. I know the library people are who involving themselves feel differently, and not unreasonably so--some of them see this as a project the director wants and thus their responsibility (not false but also... she had previously told us she didn’t want us moving the furniture for roughly the reasons I just said, and then we do it anyway, so like... I’m tired of this ‘I care about your well being’ talk when it’s backed up by nothing lmao); another rationale is along the lines of ‘If I want this done right, I have to do it myself.’ Okay, fine. The movers and junk people would have trashed furniture we want saved. They’ve already damaged furniture we are saving. That’s still not a reason for me to involve myself.

Another aspect of this, honestly, is that.... before I was able to blinker myself to some degree and just focus on the task at hand, but at this point it’s unavoidable what we’re doing. And I hate it. This space is SO BIG and it’s gonna have... furniture in it. Okay good use of the room I guess :/ May I ask what is so WRONG with STACKS of BOOKS in a LIBRARY?

Never mind that the building is only 15 years old and that when it was renovated it was done in a comprehensive and cohesive way and now one room is going to look completely different for literally no reason why don’t I just throw myself off a cliff.

Anyway, the point of this is that the day was just surreal. I hated the atmosphere. It was also really overcast and stormy and it rained really hard toward the end of the day. People got increasingly loopy. There was a big to do about a coffee table that was saved from destruction but had no particularly nice place to go; we put it in TS, sticking out from the wall, where it was noticeably bigger, longer, and flatter than the previous table and thus looked really funny to us at the time, like a tongue or a surfboard. But in retrospect I have NO idea why any of this was funny.

I’ve been woken up from really intense dreams the last couple nights, and last night’s were awful, nightmarish, disgusting ones. I don’t think the day was helped by this residue in my brain. I was also late getting ready and had to rush to the bus. Somehow, perhaps then, I hurt my leg. Because I couldn’t figure out how I’d done it, I felt like the injury must be fake or like I was exaggerating it. Nevertheless, it did hurt, a lot, and I was limping around all day. It feels like I pulled something in my calf maybe. It’s been better since I got home but I’ve also spent most of this time resting on the couch so it’s not like I’ve been testing it a lot.

So I’ve just felt a little off. But I did accomplish some stuff after work, nothing really strenuous but stuff I did want to get done, and I refrained from watching a horror movie at 10 o’clock at night when I’m already screwed up from... all this. Now I’m going to go to sleep I think. Goals for the weekend are: go out tomorrow since it won’t be too hot; write in the evening (?!?!); laundry and other chores on Sunday. Lots of sleep.

#the year 2022 #2022: rl

[boonesfarmsangria]

Foals on the Ecstatic, Unified Energy of New Album Life Is Yours

"[It's] cool to make something that's just defiantly radiant," says frontman Yannis Philippakis

Foals, photo by Edward Cooke/Illustration by Steven Fiche

Back in November, days before the release of Life Is Yours‘ lead single “Wake Me Up,” Foals frontman Yannis Philippakis assured listeners that this album would be a return to a “sweaty, late-night dance floor.” He wasn’t kidding: Life Is Yours is undoubtedly the most groove-oriented, shimmering Foals album yet, destined for the peak of a wild night and smartly positioned as an antithesis to a long period of lockdown.

If you are a Foals fan, the streamlined style of Life Is Yours is a bit of a left turn, albeit one that’s closer to the frenetic dance punk of their debut Antidotes and the introspective glow of Total Life Forever. Though a restless energy populates the dance-centric Life Is Yours, there’s very little agitation in the mix — where previous Foals jams like “Inhaler,” “What Went Down,” and “Black Bull” featured a grittier, more explosive palate, Life Is Yours is restrained, focused, and wholly indebted to disco and dance.

According to Philippakis, Life Is Yours may be different, but it is their most “unified” album. “We didn’t want to have the kind of polarity in the songwriting. We didn’t want to have shifts,” he claims, “We wanted the record to be more like a journey — like you’re going for a walk through the same park. You’re starting somewhere, and there’s diversity and richness within the space that you’re in, but you’re in one space. You’re not getting thrown from pillar to post.”

It’s fitting that Foals have decided to follow up the two part album experiment — 2019’s Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost Pt. 1 & 2 — with a record that feels decidedly less enormous, championing an air of levity and brightness over anguish and bitterness.

Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost found Foals, essentially, staring at the end of the world, meditating on climate change, the Trump/Boris Johnson era, and mental health. Life Is Yours, on the other hand, seems much less concerned with making a grand political statement, and more concerned with imagination, intimacy, and the freedom of a life without a global pandemic.

“If we were to write another record and start it tomorrow, it might be something where it’s gonna deal with Boris Johnson’s inability to do anything correctly,” says Philippakis, “but we were writing in this kind of spartan, frugal, depressed, lifeless environment. And the result was this.”

According to Philippakis, the heaviness of the pandemic and lockdown gave the band a different mission than ever before. “I felt repelled by anything too heavy, emotionally. I didn’t want to add to the weight of what was going on,” he says. “And then I just started to think about music as a transportive power, and also that it would be cool to make something that was just defiantly radiant. Something that shimmers, and can transport you.”

Indeed, the songs on Life Is Yours are beacons to a pre-pandemic time, an influx of life that we’ve all taken for granted in retrospect. The radiant “Looking High” finds Philippakis searching “for where all our friends used to go,” eventually landing on the plea “I hope I’ll be there when life’s returning… I hope I’ll see the streets return.” The thumping, synth-driven “2AM” is an ode to that exact hour, the drunk, messy moment of clarity, but channeled through the perspective of someone forced to stay home and reckon with their own loneliness.

And on the infectious and anthemic “2001,” which Philippakis claims features a chorus with “one of the most unadulterated bits of pop writing that [they’ve] ever done,” he laments, “I’ve been waiting all day inside/ Waiting for a summer sky/ When we run wild/ We’ll come up for air and go under again.”

Luckily for Philippakis, drummer Jack Bevan, and guitarist Jimmy Smith, that summer sky has finally arrived. After months of being “caged animals,” like Philippakis says, Foals embarked on their first tour in over two years last month with a short run of shows in their native England. For the band, there was certainly an added layer of drama and catharsis to the new shows.

“In London, I think that it was quite a few peoples’ first show back in a crowd. So there was an element of seeing people realizing: ‘oh, it’s okay, we can get into the pit and rub up on each other and have one of those experiences,'” he says. “But I think also, for us and speaking on behalf of the crowd, I sensed an added pathos to the shows, an added emotion… there was some extra power to it.”

Now that some warmup shows are under their belt, Foals are ready for their summer festival season, which includes major appearances at Glastonbury and Mad Cool Festival. As far as Glasto is concerned, Foals made it very clear in their illuminating 2019 documentary Rip Up The Road that Glastonbury holds a special place in their hearts. “To close the other stage is an honor,” says Philippakis. “It’s not something we ever thought we’d do. I think it’s just gonna be super emotional.”

There’s certainly an added potency to their performances since returning from the pandemic, but Foals are as grateful as ever to be back out on the road playing shows as a trio. “I think as a band, you never know how long a band is going to last,” Philippakis says. “We didn’t have serious conversations about not pursuing things, but you never know what could happen. And I think we just felt thankful to be back on stage. Not only be back on stage, but at some of the best and biggest shows of our careers.”

Foals as a band are indeed bigger than they’ve ever been before, and Life Is Yours proves that they’re willing to meet the moment in more ways than one. Many artists who’ve created bodies of work throughout the last turbulent few years are doing so with an unapologetic turn inward; after all, music created in isolation and anguish is often channeled through a more meditative, existential output. But Foals are running in the opposite direction, ditching their solemn for their dancing shoes, and using the pain of the past to light the way forward.

At the core of Foals, truly, is their enigmatic, wildly freeing live shows — and each new album is tailor-made to foster those experiences. Life Is Yours may not have the high octane moments that Foals have become known for since 2013’s Holy Fire, but the approach is nonetheless energized, bursting with life, and designed for a live, collective experience.

Luckily, the band isn’t taking any of this for granted. Ridden throughout Life Is Yours is a definable sense of longing, almost like they’re wandering through a wildly stimulating dream-state. But it comes from that uniquely 2020 feeling of being on the inside and looking out, of wishing you savored the better days before they all became the same. Philippakis has certainly done a lot of reflecting himself; when asked if he would have any advice for himself 15 years ago recording Antidotes, his suggestion is to “enjoy it, don’t worry quite so much, don’t be so anxious, and put a bit more reverb on the vocals. And maybe tweak the mix.”

After the band hits Europe this summer for a myriad of shows and festivals, they’ll make their way to North America in the fall for their first US tour since 2019. Beyond that, Philippakis is still basking in the glow of getting to play new songs. As for which Life Is Yours tracks he’s most excited to bust out live, he says “‘2001’ is the highlight of the new stuff for us,” but also shares that “‘Flutter’ has a big riff in it [too]. We’ll crank the distortion petals for that one.” Rest assured, seeing Foals live in 2022 is destined to be an unforgettable party.

Note: You can get tickets to Foals’ 2022 tour here.

Consequence || Interview || Paolo Ragusa

#FOALS #interview #yannis philippakis #actual reading #review #life is yours #this is a good one

[guerrerajaguar]

Hii! I really like your writing could I please request Tengen, Kyojuro and Giyuu with a s/o who is very insecure about her appearance but it gets to the point where she isolates herself because she doesn't want people to see her or compares herself to every woman pillars comes into contact with, wanting to drag herself down.

I personaly have very hard time with it and I would love to see how pillars would react or support me at a time like this

Take care of yourself and have a nice day/night!!

Hi lovely anon! Thanks for your request, first of all I want to tell you that I think we have all been there; feeling insecure about ourselves. So I just want to tell you that you are beautiful, worthy, strong and amazing. Don't ever let any one tell you otherwise!

That being said, I have combined your request it with another one for our charming Uzui and I will be posting tomorrow the Giyuu's part <3 Hope you enjoy these 2 parts.

Tengen Uzui x reader (Reassuring S/O being insecure about her looks)

Kyojuro Rengoku x reader (Reassuring S/O being insecure about her looks)

Warnings: Slight smut, angst.

Kyojuro has been worried about you lately, the count has risen to days now, in which you have found a wide variety of excuses for not seeing him. He noticed the change in your behavior especially when there were other female pillars around you two, changing your mood to be completely depressed; He couldn’t understand, though, the reason behind your emotions since all the pillars were so nice to you. Could there be another reason behind it?

He was a really respectful and sensitive man, so the more you kept isolating yourself, the more his fear increased. His mind kept imagining the worst; did he do something to hurt you? Or perhaps you did not fancy him anymore and were unsure of how to break up with him? He was a really respectful man, but that day he was not going home without answers.

He was very well known by everyone in your lodging as everybody liked him, by being the Flame Pillar and really handsome, he was allowed inside all the way to your room. With much nervousness he knocked and waited for a response with no success. He then spoke to you softly:

-”Y/N? Darling it 's me, Kyojuro. May I come in?”- He heard muffled steps getting closer to the door, you unlocking and opening it, but just slightly making you barely visible.

-”Oh, Rengoku-san I’m sorry but I do not feel really well right now.”- Rengoku-san? last time he checked, he was dear Kyo. He was now convinced that whatever was going on with you was worse than what he thought.

-”Please, Y/N…” He wasn’t the type to push you, but he felt that if another day passed by with you acting like that would probably be the death of him “It’s been a week now without letting me see you, you barely show up to your training sessions and I am afraid you might not be eating properly… Please, I am dead worried about you; Please, just let me in.”- He confessed, resting his forehead on your dorm door, looking at you with pleading eyes.

He could not brush off the idea of you not loving him anymore, but he did not wanted you to suffer on his behalf. So if he was the cause of your pain, even if that broke his heart, he would absolutely get away from you. For him, nobody and nothing was more important than you.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as you painfully started sobbing, his expression automatically softened as he forced himself inside your room without much effort. He gently grabbed your forearms and pulled you into a very warm embrace.

-”Shh, shh, it's ok now. I am here…”- He rested his cheek on the top of your head while tenderly caressing your back with soft strokes -“Want to talk about it?”- You were unsure of how to introduce the subject, it was something really painful to you and it only made it worse having your boyfriend begging at the door for you to allow him in your presence.

You didn’t mean to cause him any harm, but sometimes the insecurity you felt regarding how you looked was so overwhelming that you were safer shutting yourself away from the world. You were still sobbing while trying to get your ideas in order to speak up your mind but Kyoujuro talked first:

-”I’ve missed you so much. I’ve been carrying this with me all the time in hopes of seeing you” He took out a dazzling golden floral hair pin with which he gently picked half of your hair up.

-”Kyo,I-I just don’t..” Your voice was breaking due to your sobbing, he then pulled slightly apart from him to stare at you while clearing away some of your tears with his strong fingers.

-”You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” His gaze was tender but his tone turned sour “Even if it might hurt me… You are what I care the most in this world”- He concluded with a sad smile, he was preparing for the worst until you spoke:

-”How can you do it? I just do not understand, why do you choose me over other girls that are prettier than me? I-I mean have you looked at me? I am just plain…”- He rapidly blinked in amazement.

-”Hold on, I am going to stop you right there…” He had a really concerned but comprehensive expression, secretly relieved that you were not planning on breaking up with him and so he continued with a really soft tone “I can’t stand hearing you talking like that about yourself, because you are the most beautiful and amazing goddess that my heart could have been so lucky to fall for. But, even though I strictly do not agree, I respect what you are feeling.” His red and golden eyes were staring deeply into your soul as he tenderly kissed your forehead.

-”And I can only imagine how hard must it be to confess this to me” He said as he cupped your face with both of his hands ”Take my word when I tell you, that in all my travels, in this and in all my past lives; there could never be someone even close to you. Everything that you are to me, what you do to me, and everything I feel when I am with you; it's like I’ve always belonged to you. Since the first time I saw you I couldn’t imagine my life without you. You were pure poetry to all my senses, there is not a single moment my mind doesn’t travel back to you, especially when I am so far away from my beloved Y/N. And I will make sure to let you know how precious you are for the rest of my life.” You felt your heart full of warmness as Kyojuro kissed your lips.

His kiss was the physical proof of what he had just confessed to you, his breath was sweet, ravishing and desperately looking for you. His warm body was completely embracing you, strongly built but incredibly soft when you were looking for comfort, it was like every part of him was molded at your needs and will. As he separated from the kiss, he confessed:

-”You know the reason why I gave you this hair pin?” You slightly negate with your head.

-”Because I wanted to freely stare at the beauty of your face, without being hidden behind these locks.” He kissed a bunch of hair strands as he was holding them in his hand. “And to see my colors framing your hair” You blushed at the idea of him giving you something to let everybody know that he was the man that owned your heart.

He was so good at making you feel better that your mood had instantly changed at his touch.

-”I am currently thinking of another gift, just now…” He brushed your remaining hair back, leaving your neck uncovered “Also with my colors, a golden ruby heart locket necklace. How about that?”

-”It-It’s not necessary Kyo, the hair pin was more than enough. It's really lovely.” You said in a low voice, slightly gripping this uniform, feeling his rock hard abs.

-”I think it would perfectly match the hair pin…” He leaned over to kiss your neck, softly nibbling your exposed skin, causing you to softly moan and with a mischievous smile he said “That was for calling me Rengoku-san”- You were totally surprised by his teasing, it was the first time he had ever done anything like that since you were dating, but you honestly liked it.

-”Say, Rengoku-san…” You purposely teased him as he raised one brow, gently pinning you against the wall.- “I was thinking of…”-You were entirely drunk of feeling Kyojuro’s stunningly attractive and hard body against you.

-”Yes…?” His voice sounded velvety “Oh,how about a new kimono?”-

-”A new Kimono? No, umm, I don’t know. That wasn’t what I was going to say…- The nervousness in your voice made his arousal grow.

-”Though I will need some references for that, one of your old kimonos or I could take the measurements myself” His hands travelled from your shoulders all the way down to your hips, where he gripped you tighter to his body.

-”I believe taking measurements is always the most reliable method for choosing clothing…” He gave you a wide grin as he kissed you, opening the way for this tongue getting to taste you entirely.

As respectful of a man he was, that was the effect you had on Kyojuro, making him lose his mind and completely submit to you. From that day on, he made sure to deliver gifts that would let you know how much he liked that part of your body. Some of them were presents that everyone could stare at and some others, well, had a more private nature; only for his eyes. And whenever you felt at your lowest point again, you would look how quickly your kimonos collection increased its numbers.

#uzui x reader #tengen uzui x y/n #tengen uzui x you #tengen x y/n #tengen uzui x reader #tengen x you #tengen x reader #uzui tengen #demonslayer x reader #demonslayer x you #demonslayer x y/n #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kny x you #uzui x y/n #uzui x you #uzui tengen x reader #uzui tengen x y/n #uzui tengen x you #kyojuro x you #kyoujuroxy/n #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x you #rengoku x y/n #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro fluff #kyojuro rengoku x y/n #kyojuro rengoku x reader

[dearbaji]

A Sudden Confession (Kyojuro x Reader SMUT)

Requested! I kinda got carried away 🧍 feedback is always appreciated!

CW: mentions of injury, female reader, dom Rengoku, 1620 words, 18+

"Come on! Harder! I know you've got it in you!" Rengoku yells, motivating you to do better. Your lungs burn, each time you swallow your throat dries up immediately, and legs shake, threatening to give in. You raise your bokken again, only for it to drop from your hands. “I can’t anymore,” you huff. Sinking to the floor you stare at the sky, watching the clouds eclipse the sun. Rengoku hovers over you, blocking your view. You close your eyes hoping that he’d leave you alone for just a few moments more. “Get up Y/N, we still need to work on your breathing,” he says, outstretching a hand to help you stand. Reluctantly you reach out, his hand gripping yours with almost impossible strength. You fly up to your feet unexpectedly, stumbling into his arms. “Careful there,'' he says, almost laughing at his caused clumsiness.

He’s peculiar. At times it seems like he pushes you too far on purpose, but he always helps you recover and start again. His fit arms hold you close to his body. Seeing his face that close, he’s actually quite handsome.

"Ready to go again?" he asks, reaching for your bokken. You sit on the floor again and pout. "Rengoku please, I'm tired! Let's try again tomorrow." He sighs and takes a seat next to you. "Your breathing has gotten better since last time. What you really need to work on is controlling your breath as you strike. You tend to let it all out as soon as your sword hits the target, making your impact quite weak," he lectures. You nod and take your bokken from him. “I know, we’ll work on that tomorrow. Thanks Rengoku!” You run off, a sudden burst of energy inspiring you to get home as soon as possible. Rengoku watches as you trip over nothing, laughing and shaking his head.

The next day, you meet Rengoku at the bottom of Sagiri Mountain. Prepared for another excruciating lesson, you fix your sword to your belt. Rengoku watches as you check over your sword for any scratches. It was so shiny and new when you first got it, you almost didn’t want to use it. You knew you had to at some point, and Haganezuka would kill you if you didn’t. “We can go to the Swordsmith village to sharpen it later if you want,” Rengoku says. You nod, picking up your bag and putting it on your shoulders. “Let’s go, I wanna be back in time to catch Granny Hisa’s onigiri,” you say, making your way to the mountain trail. Your passive determination makes Rengoku chuckle.

You’re a good way up the mountain, not exactly halfway yet when Regoku’s crow caws. Your crow follows behind it, landing on your head. “Head southwest to the forest below the mountain. There’s a demon headed toward a nearby village.” “Y/N, join Rengoku and assist him any way you can,” your crow speaks softly. Looking at each other, you and Rengoku nod, dashing down to the end of the path.

Rengoku notices that you’re not out of breath when you reach the exit. “Good work Y/N, keep controlling your breathing,” he compliments. You glance at him; his side profile is serious and focused. A branch almost trips you but you catch yourself and continue running.

The moon is hidden by tall trees, making it difficult to see. “This way,” Regoku says while grabbing your arm, leading you to the demon. When you’re finally face to face with the creature you unsheathe your sword. But something’s not right, it’s just a kid? Why would two demon slayers need to take on this mission, let alone a pillar? It turns around, baring its fangs. When you don’t move it lunges at you. “Y/N strike now!” Rengoku yells, holding his sword with two hands. You can’t move, thinking about how young the creature is, how horrible its life must've been. Your sword raises to end its misery, but it’s too late. One of its claws drag down the side of your face and lodges into your cheek before it breaks off. Rengoku jumps into action, “Third Form: Blazing Universe!” He swings his sword downward as you fall back, decapitating the demon.

You bring a hand up to your face in disbelief. Rengoku rushes to your side, bringing a hand behind your head. “Ok, just lean back, you'll be fine. Use your breathing to stop the bleeding,” he says, trying to calm you. The claw in your cheek disintegrates, making the wound open even more. Rengoku rips a piece of cloth from his uniform, wiping your cheek. Your breathing evens out as you focus on him. He’s concentrating on cleaning your cheek, lightly tapping at the edges of the wound. His eyes meet yours, interrupting your breathing. “You need to steady your breaths and focus on the bleeding, or else this is gonna leave a nasty scar on your beautiful face,” he says smoothly. You take this as your chance. “Rengoku?” “Hm?” “In case I don't make it, I just wanted to say that… I think I’m in love with you.” He looks down at you again and grins. “Let's get you cleaned up and we’ll talk about it, ok?” You look away dejected.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asks, skimming over your body. “I don't think so,” you answer, moving to get up. A sharp pain radiates from your collarbone and you lay back down. “Ah, my shoulder must’ve dislocated” “Let me take a look, may I?” You nod and look away as Rengoku unbuttons your uniform. He exposes your torso and checks your shoulder. “Yeah it’s definitely not where it’s supposed to be. I need you to bite down on something before I reset it,” he says, looking around for something to use. “Just take my belt,” you offer. He looks down and starts unbuckling your belt. Folding it, he sits it in your mouth before positioning himself to pull your arm. “Ok, on the count of three I’ll do it. One. Two.” He yanks your arm out of the position it was in and snaps it back into the socket. Your scream is muffled, covered by the belt. After waiting a few seconds, Rengoku pries the belt from your teeth. “Are you ok now?” he asks, gently cradling your face. “I thought you said on three! Not two!” you cry. He lets out a low chuckle, still holding your face. You both realize the position you’re in: your bra-clad chest exposed, pants sliding down showing your underwear, Rengoku hovering over you, so close to your face. He bends down to press his lips to yours.

His eyes travel down to your hips before he looks back at your face. The bleeding stopped, and you're not in much pain anymore. He goes for another kiss, but this time more intense. You lean up and kiss him back to show him you're interested in going further, but he pushes you down. “Relax, I’ll do everything. I don't want you to injure your arm again,” he says while undoing his belt. You watch as his proficient fingers unloop his belt from the buckle, then swiftly unbutton his pants. He stops, sliding his hand under your underwear. You take a deep breath, not expecting him to be so forward. He moves his fingers along your slit before spreading the lips, gathering some of the slick and spreading it around your sex. Your legs open wider involuntarily, wanting him to do more.

Rengoku tugs your pants down to your ankles, letting one leg slip out completely. He kneels between your knees and rubs your thighs, his fingers still wet from earlier. “Does anything hurt?” he asks. You shake your head and he smiles again. “I’m so glad you're not in pain. Allow me to be a little rough, ok?” He peels your underwear down to your knees and pushes your legs up, putting them on his shoulders. His tip teases at your entrance, slipping away every time he pushes. He takes his shaft in his hand and guides himself into you. A grunt leaves both of you as he starts moving. One of his arms holds your legs against him, the other moves from your hips to your waist. His movements get harsher, making you moan louder. “Oh- haah, you're bigger than I expected” you whisper. His brows furrowed together, hips thrusting into yours with long, sharp movements. Your breasts bounce with each of his thrusts, making him stare at them. He reaches a hand up to push your bra up, exposing your chest completely. His hand gropes at a breast while his hips work.

“Do you like that?” he grunts. “Yes, yes, I love it, I love it so much!” Your high approaches as your walls flutter against Rengoku. “How can you, ngh- grip me with such strength, yet still feel like- haah, silk?” he questions rhetorically. You’re moaning and crying under him as you rock your hips up against his, pushing him further to the edge. His hips jerk sporadically as he releases inside of you. He moves his hand in circles around your breast before bringing it to your knees. As his lips press soft kisses to your legs, he slips out of you.

He fixes your bra and pulls your underwear back up. After he buttons your shirt, he ties your belt into a sling for the walk home. You button your pants and catch him staring at you. “What? Is there something on my face? Other than the obvious,” you joke. He gently smiles at your joke, placing his hand on your knee again.

“Ready to go again?”

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⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Veman'alor (19) ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

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Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 6k CW: public cockwarming (though undetected), teasing, praise, Dom/sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, super soft PiV sex (shocking I know), actual feelings, soft!Boba

This chapter was beta’d by the fantastic @baba-fett , ilysm Nat, your input is truly invaluable and I appreciate you so, so much! ♥️

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A/N: I am so sorry the writing break for this story was so damn long, things just somehow kept getting in the way. So, a quick refresher of what last happened: Alor'ika wants to go to Kuat Drive Yards with Din to look at a potential ship. Boba promised her she could take Slave I and he would teach her how to fly it. She went on a shopping trip with Fennec and teased Boba, so he made her sit on his cock before resuming his entertainment of the court.

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Chapter 19 - Lessons, Presents

The hours drag on, and you can not make up your mind if you like how slowly the time passes or not. On the one hand, you are getting impatient, trying your best to sit still so Boba will not get annoyed and send you away- or, Maker forbid, any of the guests find out what you are doing. On the other hand though… you feel fucking incredible.

It is a challenge to stay still, you want to shift and grind and feel Boba’s cock drag against your sensitive walls. The urge grows with every passing minute until your whole body is tingling but at the same time oddly numb- all of your nerve endings seem to be concentrating on that sweet spot where he breaches you, where his cock drags against the fluttering walls of your cunt and fills you up. The threat of getting caught adds another layer to the thrill and you can’t decide if you want to be caught even, just a little bit, or if it would embarrass you.

You think you can feel Din’s eyes burning into you, and you wonder if he has turned on the scan for heat signatures; if he can see the way you burn for Boba, cheeks slightly flushed, and your core aching so sweetly.

It’s not like court has a closing time but you catch yourself squinting at the chrono on the wall more and more as time passes, wondering when Boba will send the people away- if he will send them away or if he will keep you right here on his lap, warming his cock until all the people decide themselves that it is time to leave.

Boba’s hands are all over you, never so obvious in their exploration of your body as to betray your lewd actions to the public eye, but enough that your pussy clenches around him and your breathing gets unsteady. A graze of your tits when he gesticulates, a soft caress of your upper arm, fingers gently squeezing your thigh… He is, as always, a pillar of strength and patience. Only the throbbing of his cock inside you tells you how much restraint it must take for him not to either send the guests away or simply let them watch as he bends you over the throne and completely fucking ruins you.

You sigh and lean back to rest your head on his shoulder, his pauldron digging into your cheek, and when Boba readjusts you, his cock grazes that sweet spot inside you. The muscles in your back tense, and you can not suppress the soft moan that escapes you, his visor tilting toward you, and you can just picture the stern look he is giving you for interrupting his conversation with your lack of restraint- although, thankfully, the bounty hunter he is talking to does not seem to have noticed anything.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you mumble and Boba nods sharply.

“You are right though,” he says as if you had told him something without words- and you did, he can read you like an open book, how impatient you are getting, your hands fidgeting, and now the improper sound you did not manage to hold back. To your schooled ears though, the strain in his voice is audible. “It is getting late and I promised to teach you to fly the ship so you can leave tomorrow. I’ll send the guests away.”

He types a command into his vambrace and servers appear to announce that all guests, should they be wanting to stay longer, must proceed to the bar as the throne room is closing to the public for tonight. There is some muttering and you vaguely wonder if this is how things are usually done, or if Boba is doing this just for you.

“Djarin!” Boba calls out right when the gleaming silver helmet is about to vanish into the servants’ hallway- it seems even Din’s endless patience is wearing thin after a whole day at court mostly spent in silence. Din’s helmet whips around as he halts in the doorway. No one else is left in the room, the doors hissing and red lights indicating they are locked. Your heart is beating in your throat, your overstimulated cunt fluttering around Boba’s cock when Din’s visor fixates on you.

Boba sighs and takes off his helmet to rest his chin on your shoulder in a gentle motion. His lips move against the shell of your ear when he speaks.

“Shall we invite Djarin to watch?”

You shudder.

“Fuck yes,” you whisper, fresh arousal sweeping through your body at the thought of Din watching you just like he did that first night he arrived, at the thought of finally being allowed release from the ever-building tension in your belly that makes you ache so sweetly. Boba leans back and you flinch when his cock drags along the tender walls of your pussy again.

“Djarin, we’ll meet you in the courtyard in a few minutes if you have the time. I’m teaching my girl how to fly the ship, but it would be good if you knew some of the basics as well.”

Wait, what? That’s not-

Din nods and vanishes into the shadows, the door sliding shut and locking behind him. You twist around and stare at Boba, biting your lip to quiet the breathy sounds that fall from your lips at the movement of him inside you.

“That’s- Boba, you asked if I wanted him to watch! I said yes!”

“Watch me teach you how to fly the ship, obviously,” he rumbles indignantly. “What, did you really think I would reward your impatience by fucking you now? In front of him? I don’t think so, alor’ika.”

You pout, and unable to resist the urge, grind your cunt down against his lap, feeling your arousal seep into the short curls at the base of his cock, soaking him the same way you are. A hand wraps around your throat and squeezes just enough you can not move anymore without cutting off your own air supply.

“That’s enough. I told you not to tease me and you disobeyed. You will wait until I decide what you deserve tonight.”

“But Boba-,” you start but he cuts you off with a simple squeeze of his fingers around your throat.

“When it comes to this, it is my decision. Or have you forgotten who you belong to, alor’ika? Whose rules you obey, whose orders you follow?”

“Yours, Sir,” you whisper quietly. Boba rests his hand on your cheek, his thumb gently tracing your cupid’s bow.

“Good girl.”

Boba groans quietly when your pussy clenches around him and pride blooms in your chest- you are making him feel this way, losing his composure, even just slightly. Boba’s voice is rough when he speaks again.

“I know this day has been long, little one. But you were acting like a brat this morning, so you understand why I am punishing you this way, right?”

“Yes Sir.” You cast your eyes down but Boba hooks his finger under your chin and gently pulls you up until you look at him again.

“Good. I don’t want you to spend our last day before you leave in anger and frustration, but I need you to hold on for a little while longer. I want to take my time with you tonight, take you apart until you can’t walk anymore, make you shatter around me so you’ll still feel my cock inside you while you are away with the Mand’alor. You understand that, don’t you?”

You sigh and nod, and Boba presses his mouth to yours, slipping his tongue between your lips until you gasp and let him in. Your head is already swimming, Boba’s cock twitching inside you and it’s almost enough to make you come after being kept on edge for so long. Boba can feel you tense around him though, and he breaks the kiss to look at you sternly.

“No release for you yet, sweet girl. However…” he trails off and licks his lips. “If you want to make yourself useful, why don’t you climb off my cock and get on your knees for me? I’ll go easier on you later if you behave for me now.”

Your heart stumbles at his words and you want to hurry before he changes his mind, but you can barely move, your feet asleep and your legs like jelly. Boba chuckles and gently helps you up, the squelching sound when you lift off his cock making your cheeks burn.

Sinking to your knees, you lean forward to take Boba’s leaking cock into your mouth. You can taste yourself on him, sweet and tangy when you lick up his length. He grips your head, holding you gently as he stares down at you, pupils blown out with lust and burning desire.

You close your lips around him and hollow your cheeks, Boba’s fingers digging into your skull as you start bobbing up and down. His eyes become unfocused but you keep your gaze on him nonetheless- you know how much he likes it when you look at him like that.

“Hmm good girl, sucking my cock like that… I can see how much you get off on this- fuck, you want to just slide your hand between your legs and take care of that aching pussy, don’t you, sweet girl? Feel how much I stretched you out, how you’re gaping from taking my cock- Bet your pretty little pussy is fluttering just from hearing me talk like that…”

Spit drips from your mouth, trickling down your tits, seeping into the fabric of your corset but you can not bring yourself to care about the mess you are making, too engrossed in the feeling of Boba sliding in and out of your mouth, too eager to please him and bring him the release he has denied you.

“That’s it- osik, keep doing that,” he groans when you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock and gently cup his balls with your hand. His legs are trembling ever so slightly, his hand on your head pulling at you lightly and you take him deeper again, relishing in the sensation of the velvety hardness against your tongue, of his soft praise ringing in your ears. You hum around him and Boba goes rigid, groaning out your name as he comes down your throat, his hand cramping in your hair.

You pull away to swallow his release, finally sitting back and wiping your mouth while he looks down at you with gentle eyes.

“You did so good for me, mesh’la. Such a good girl, and you are learning to swallow it all, I’m so proud of you.”

Your cunt flutters and a smile spreads on your face when Boba pulls you up to hold you tight against his chest.

“Thank you, Boba,” you whisper and when you tilt your face up, he kisses you without hesitation, a sweet slide of his tongue against yours before he starts peppering little kisses all across your face and you burst out into a fit of giggles. Eventually, he releases you from his warm embrace and your heart aches when you think about the fact that you are leaving tomorrow. As much as you fought to go, the thought of actually leaving Boba, even if it is just a few days- a week at most- feels impossible. Boba tugs lightly on your hand.

“Come on. We can’t keep Djarin waiting for too long.”

*****

Din is leaning against the ship when you step into the courtyard, your hand still intertwined with Boba’s. He pushes away from the metal wall without a word and follows you up the ramp.

“Aren’t you gonna ask what took us so long?” Boba teases, an obnoxious challenge in his voice and you elbow him in the side.

“Oh, I know,” Din says nonchalantly. “You weren’t as subtle as you thought you were being. Especially not you, sweet girl. I’d know that face you make anywhere.”

“What face?” you inquire, curious although you are already blushing.

“You mean the face she makes when she’s all filled up? With her eyes glazed over where you can just tell how much she loves feeling her perfect little pussy being split open by my cock? That face?” Boba chimes in, his hand squeezing your ass before he plops down in the pilot’s seat and pulls you onto his lap, your back leaning on his broad chest, your legs hooked over his to keep you from sliding down while the seat is still tilted sideways as long as the Slave remains on the ground. Din stands around a bit aimlessly before laying in the co-pilot’s chair.

“Yeah. That face.” His voice is raspy and it makes you shiver, the tension in your body rising steadily from feeling Boba’s strong body against yours, the memory of his cock inside you still so fresh while Din’s eyes burn into you like he can see right through your – admittedly very scanty – clothing.

“Beautiful when she does it, isn’t it?” Boba teases, making your cheeks burn.

“Hey!” you protest and twist around to poke your finger into his chest- not that it does anything against his cuirass except almost breaking your bone. “Don’t talk about me as if I’m not here.”

“Sorry, sarad’ika,” Din mumbles and you shake your head.

“Apology appreciated but I was actually talking to this one here. He sometimes has a tendency to forget that I like to be included. Don’t you, baby?”

Boba grumbles and squeezes your thigh.

“Keep reminding me that I do and maybe I won’t forget in the future.”

You grin. Not exactly an apology, but you are working on it. So is Boba. And that’s good enough for now.

“I will, old man. I’ll make sure you never forget.”

Din chokes slightly at the obvious challenge in your voice, pushing down the laughter that rises in his chest by coughing in a very apparent cover-up. Your giggle bubbles up right alongside him until Boba’s hand closes around your throat.

“Keep testing me, princess. See where it gets you. You are already one punishment deep; you sure you want to take another?”

The sweet, alluring darkness in his voice makes you shudder and press back against him.

“I’ll take anything you give me, Sir.”

Boba chuckles, his fingers squeezing tighter before he lets go of your throat and places his hands on yours.

“Damn fucking right you will… good girl. For now though, let’s focus on the lessons, shall we? If you get into trouble because I didn’t teach you right, I will never forgive myself.” There is a sudden seriousness to his voice that makes your heart ache. You don’t want to leave him. You do want to leave. But not without him- Gods, you wish he could come with you, even though you understand why he can not.

“We’ll be fine,” you promise quietly and Boba’s arm wraps around your waist to hold you tighter. “I’ll always come back to you, my love, just as you promised you would come back to me.”

His fingers squeeze and you know he understands what you are saying. He is just not ready to say it back in front of someone else. There is a slight pause, the quiet clinking of armour when Din shifts in his seat, the shuffling of feet when Boba pulls his seat up so the control stick rests between your legs. The position feels oddly intimate, and if Din had not been sitting right next to you, you are astoundingly sure this lesson would have escalated into something else very, very quickly. Maybe that is the reason Boba invited him along in the first place.

Boba lists all the protocols before you go through the motions, first with his hands guiding your own, then without actually pressing anything just to practise the right order of buttons and levers. Finally, when you are sure you have internalised all the procedures, Boba lets you actually start the takeoff cycle. His hands still hover over yours, Din’s watchful eyes following your movements. You get it right, except for almost switching two buttons, but you catch yourself in time. It helps that you know the mechanical and electrical layout of the ship so well. It also helps that you were a pilot before you ever became a mechanic. The movements come natural to you, they are as familiar as the taste of the ocean on your tongue when you flew too low way back home, dipping into the waves as you shot through the race courses.

The Slave I is not without its oddities and extravagant mechanisms, and you are glad Boba is there to tell you about all of them- some wires crossconnect in very strange and nonsensical ways, but you don’t dare criticise anything about the ship. It is not yours, you are merely tasked with its upkeep, and your suggestions for improvement are always based on what Boba wants. You may find some of the cycles unnecessarily complicated, but if that is the way he has always done it, if that is the way that is familiar to him, you will not drag it through the mud. As long as it works, there is no need to implement new things he does not want.

The feeling of takeoff is exhilarating- it has been much too long since you have actually flown a ship other than the odd quick testdrive of a podracer, or your speederbike. A starship is a whole other calibre, especially the Slave. When the ground tilts, you slide from your awkward half-lying position on Boba’s torso down into his lap, feeling the ship whirl behind you as it sorts out the new gravity levels.

Steering the ship is not easy but you get the hang of it rather quickly, Boba’s hands right there to steady yours so you never feel unsafe as you shoot through the Tatooine night sky. You leave the atmosphere for a short while, just to see what it’ll feel like and because Boba wants to show Din how the blaster cannons and the other weaponry works. He has taken off his helmet and takes over the co-pilot’s chair while Din stands in the back. His stoic and silent presence is both calming and unnerving somehow- if only because you know the next time you are on the ship you will be alone with him, no Boba to teach and guide you.

You practise shooting with some old wreckage and asteroids, you steering while Boba operates the cannons with Din watching. You work amazingly well together in a way that feels so natural, a connection much deeper than you ever knew it could be. It’s like you know where Boba wants you to turn, you can feel it in the way he shifts, at the side glances he gives you from where he sits, in the way he tenses up. And he knows where you will turn next, what maneuver you will try to dodge the asteroids and metal pieces. It is an exhilarating feeling and you whoop happily when a meteor explodes right in front of your eyes and the galaxy is dipped into glittering stars as you steer right through it, the fiery orbs illuminating Boba’s face in the darkness of space. You lean to the side to press a kiss to Boba’s temple but he quickly turns his head so your lips meet his instead. You giggle into him, your heart happier than it has ever been.

“You’re a natural,” Boba comments, a subtle pride in his voice. “You fly her like you were born for it.”

“Maybe it’s because she’s yours,” you reply thoughtfully. “I learned everything about this ship for you, I know her better than I knew the first speeder I built. She feels like you, so familiar somehow.”

Boba’s eyes go warm and gentle then, and your skin burns when he puts his hand on your thigh.

“Djarin,” he calls softly. “Take over the cannons, I want you to practise before we fly back.” He gets out of the seat and stands behind you, his strong hands resting on your shoulders, gently caressing you, a comforting weight as he watches you pilot his ship.

Din sits back down- working in unison with him proves easy as well- it is not the same wordless connection you have with Boba, but a different kind of bond. For a man of such few words, Din proves to be an amazingly effective communicator, and the two of you get the hang of it in no time. Boba’s hands never leave you, their weight never enough to be distracting but enough to remind you of his presence, enough that you know you will carry this memory of him with you whenever you sit in this pilot’s chair. The ride through the stars feels like an eternity and no time at all. You could stay up here forever, among the empty darkness and just fill the void with your love. But Boba’s hands gently remind you that you have to return home, home with him, home and back to bed where he can hold you and hug you so close to him it feels like your body is melting into his.

The landing cycle proves to be much more complicated than take-off, but you manage under Boba’s surprisingly patient guidance. He makes you repeat the cycles and promise to comm him if you are not sure about anything at all. Din has taken the backseat again, a silent companion as you have always known him to be, watching you and Boba interact in a silence that somehow feels… content.

You finally land the ship in the courtyard and lower the ramp. Boba takes your hand in his before you are even out of the cockpit, pulling you along with him while Din hangs back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sarad’ika,” he calls and you turn back to wave to him before you step into the elevator. Instead of following you and Boba, Din turns toward the throne room and you distantly wonder where he is going, but then Boba’s hands pull you out of the elevator and push you up against the wall of your apartment and all thoughts are forgotten when his hungry mouth meets yours.

“You looked so good piloting my ship,” he murmurs into your mouth and you moan when you feel his thick thigh slotting between your legs, bringing delicious friction to your aching core. “I was hard the whole fucking time even though you’d just sucked me off.”

“Gods, Boba,” you whimper. His hands slide up to your tits, impatiently tugging down your corset until your breasts spill over the top. Boba’s lips latch onto them, and the contact of his hot mouth with your chilly skin makes your brain short-circuit. The denied pleasure of the evening still sits deep in your bones- it was not edging, not in the traditional sense, not in the sense Boba had used as a punishment before. It was… keeping you on a simmer. Never getting you close enough but keeping the flame lit just so. You can still taste him in your mouth, feel the velvet of his cock slide against your tongue if you think really hard, feel his fingers pressing into your thigh as you steer his ship.

“You did so well, such a talented little pilot. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you moan, your eyes slipping closed when he moves his leg to grind against your core, his lips wrapped around your nipple.

“Maybe I’ll forget about the punishment. Having you sit on my cock and be patient was enough, I think. Are you going to forget your place again or have you learned your lesson, alor’ika?”

“No, no I won’t forget again, Sir,” you cry out and Boba lifts you up, his mouth pressing to yours as he carries you over to the bedroom.

“Good girl. Now… let’s make sure your pussy doesn’t forget what I feel like while you are gone.”

Boba places you on the bed, so much gentler than you expected him to, with so much care as though he is afraid he’ll break you if his touch is too harsh. You sit up on your elbows to look up at him expectantly and are taken aback by the expression on his face. He looks so… lost. So unsure, all the cockiness from just a minute ago gone from his face.

“Hey,” you say gently and stretch out your hand to take his. “Hey, what’s the matter, baby? You okay?”

Boba stands there, his arms hanging awkwardly by his side and you almost get up to wrap yourself around him, but just then he drops to his knees before you and buries his face against your belly.

“I don’t want you to go.” His voice is muffled and quiet, so different from the collected confidence you are used to. Boba sounds… like a little kid that is scared of being left all alone in the world. Your heart aches, because you can feel he is not saying this with any malice- he is not mad you are leaving, nor does he want to convince you to stay. He just wants to voice his feelings. Your eyes well up with tears, this is so much more than you ever thought you could have with him. You scoot down the bed a little until his arms rest on your thighs, his face pressed into your chest while his hands cling onto your waist. Gently, you wrap your arms around him and rub soothing circles over his broad back.

“I know, baby. I don’t want to leave you. I know I said I wanted to go and… I still do. I really want to go. But leaving you here- Maker, I didn’t think it would hurt so much.” You take a deep breath and push down the tears. “You know I will come back to you, right? You know that. I’ll come back as quickly as I can, nothing bad is going to happen to me- to us. I have Din with me and you are here, in the palace, with Fennec as a watchful pair of eyes. We’ll only be apart for a few days. I know it’ll feel like an eternity, and I dread being without you more than I can express, my love. But we can’t… we can’t trust that we will always be able to go everywhere together. If we are really going to do this, there may be some instances where I have to travel, or you do. We’ll go together as often as possible, but when it’s not possible, it’s just not. And we have to be okay with that, we have to be-“

A tear rolls down your cheek. Gods, your heart is breaking at the softness in his body, at this ache and the unbearable sadness that he radiates.

“Nothing bad is going to happen to me,” you repeat. Boba raises his face to stare up at you and your breath hitches at the wet shimmer in his eyes.

“That’s exactly what my father said to me before he-“ Boba breaks off and mumbles something in Mando’a you don’t understand.

“Your father?” you ask, trying not to press him too hard, but to show interest. The few times Boba has mentioned his father in the past, you have gathered that their relationship was… complicated. But you have also gathered that Boba adores his father, maybe even idealises him; from the way he treats his ship, from the refusal to change the name to paying exorbitant sums of money for its upkeep. And then that shrine in his rooms…

“Jango.” The word sounds like a curse and a prayer all in one. “That was his name.”

“Do you want to tell me about him?”

Boba sighs and gets up, sitting on the bed next to you and pulling you into his lap.

“Some other time. I promise. But… not tonight. Too many bad memories. And- you shouldn’t have to spend the last night before you go away listening to me ramble on about my father and all the reasons I want to hate him but can’t. It’s not fair to you.”

“Fair to me?” you repeat and look up at him with raised eyebrows. “How is that not fair to me?”

“You are leaving,” Boba points out as though it is obvious. “Tonight should be all about you.”

“I’m leaving, but you are the one that will stay behind,” you mumble. “I will have an exciting journey ahead while you will be the one who is left to wait- just like I was when you went away. I’ll let you guess which part is harder to play.”

Boba stares at you like this idea has not even entered his mind, of being the passive one, the one in wait, the one left behind. He can’t be used to it- how could he be? You don’t mean to pat yourself on the back but you don’t think he’s had anything remotely close to what you two have before now. Neither have you, but you have lived a very different life than he has and so your reactions to this… attachment, they are much different from his. In the beginning he seemed reluctant, almost scared to let this become anything more, and you can feel that now that he has let it happen, he is afraid it will break, afraid you will lose each other.

“Can you just hold me?” you ask quietly and cuddle closer into his chest. “Hold me, kiss me. Let me forget I’ll be away from you tomorrow night. Kiss me until the heat of your mouth lingers on mine even when I’m in hyperspace without you.”

“You say such beautiful things,” Boba murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“I say them because you- you make me feel… so much. And I say them because they’re all true. I mean every word and I think you need to hear that sometimes.” You lean into his touch and close your eyes.

Boba nuzzles his face into your shoulder and if you didn’t know any better you would think you can see a hint of blushing embarrassment on his cheeks.

“I do,” he mumbles. “I do need to hear it. I can’t believe that you… Let me ask you something, princess. Why does a young, pretty girl like you want to be with an old and broken man like me? What is it about me that you lo- that you like?”

Your skin tingles. Insecurity is never what you expect. Boba always seems so confident, so comfortable in his own skin and around everyone else. These small glimpses of him, these little fractures no one else ever gets to see make you love him even more. The fact that he feels comfortable revealing himself to you so completely speaks louder than anything else he could ever say or do to prove his love to you. You stay silent for a long time, then sit up straighter so you can look him in the eye as you answer.

“I… You are not broken, my love. You have been through so much and you are still alive. That makes you whole. I cannot begin to imagine what you have been through, I know that. But… there is still so much good in you. You are good, you are trying to be. You freed the slaves when you came here, that is the first thing I actively remember about you. I had heard stories of you, of the great exploits of Boba Fett, and I was intrigued. When I came here to apply, and I saw all the slaves were gone, it was decided. I would not have stayed if you had kept them. I remember thinking it a strange act of kindness for a man of your reputation.”

You hesitate. The truth. Hard to understand, harder yet to express. “I- I was attracted to your power at first. The way you moved, how you presented yourself. How you could command a room, command me. I would have done anything you asked from the start because of this… this overwhelming power you hold within you. Now… that is still a part of it. But I genuinely started to like you when I got to know you better. The way you care so deeply about your ship. The small interactions with Din. How you treat me, always with kindness and respect except when I ask you not to. A person like you is rare, Boba. I have never met anyone like you. In… in the beginning, I would have done anything you asked out of desire. Now, I would do it out of love.”

Boba stares at you with wide eyes, nostrils flaring. You can feel his chest expand against yours with deep breaths while the rest of him is still as a statue. His heart beats faster than it usually does, you can feel it thumping against your own breast as you twist to straddle him so you can press closer, his hands around your waist while yours interlace behind his neck.

“Such beautiful things,” he whispers finally and when he leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss, it is the softest he has ever been.

“I mean them,” you whisper back. “I will say them as often as you want to hear them, I will say them until you believe me without the shadow of a doubt. I love you, Boba.”

He sighs into you, deepening the kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth until you are breathless and taste him on yourself even when he finally leans back and starts fiddling with the leather band around his neck, the one that holds that strange skull pendant that looks like the crest on his pauldron. He holds it out and fixates you with serious eyes.

“I want you to have this. Take it with you, and if anything bad happens, if anyone dares to touch you or threaten you, you show this to them and tell them who gave it to you.”

You lean forward to let Boba tie the necklace around your neck, and he hooks his fingers into the leather band to pull you closer again and press his lips to yours.

“Do you accept?” he asks and you are taken aback for a second- you are already wearing it, how could you not accept?

“Of course,” you whisper and close your hand around the cool metal that dangles between your chest and his. “Thank you.”

When you undress, your movements are not driven by frenzied desire, but the intense need to feel his skin against yours, to hold him as close as you possibly can. He hovers above you, slipping his fingers into your pussy while whispering sweet nothings into your ear, sweet nothings that mean everything to you. My princess, can’t wait for you to come back to me, I’m so proud of you, you did so well today, my little pilot steering my ship like she was made for it… You’re gonna come back to me, you’ll be safe, you’ll have Djarin to protect you and you’re gonna come back, I’ll miss you, ner kar’ta… Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum…

When his cock slides into you, dragging along your still-sensitive walls, you gasp, the sweet stretch of him unforgettable and yet surprising every time. You wrap your legs around him and pull him deeper into you, your eyes rolling shut when he starts moving. Boba is unusually gentle, but deep and thorough, filling you up so completely that it doesn’t take long until you start to tremble, your pussy fluttering around him as you gasp into his mouth.

“Come for me, princess,” he murmurs, “Let me feel that perfect pussy clench around me before you go, leave me with the memory of you on my cock, with your eyes on me, staring up at me like that as I fill you up…”

Your orgasm is no overwhelming crash, instead it is languid and sweet, taking over your entire body until you are shaking and trembling and can barely think anymore. Boba keeps shallowly thrusting into your soaked cunt, praise falling from his lips until he curses and you feel him spill himself deep inside you, eyes pressed shut before he collapses onto you.

You giggle when you shove him until he rolls over, pulling you with him until you are laying on top of him, cheek resting on his warm chest, legs caught between his thighs, your belly pressed against his.

“Will you wake me up to say goodbye before you go, alorika?” he asks and you nod, softly kissing a trail up his chest, his throat, until your lips meet his again.

“Of course.” You roll off of him, Boba melting into your backside, one arm under your head as a pillow while the other sneaks up to your breasts and closes around your new pendant. He plants a sweet kiss on the side of your neck and you smile.

“Goodnight, little one,” he whispers, so softly you think you could have dreamed it.

“Goodnight, Boba.”

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[silverynight]

Dead end

Tanjirou has come to the conclusion that running away towards the big city was a mistake. He's never seen so many people before; it's overwhelming. Nezuko is grabbing his hand hard, almost painfully, although Tanjirou has learned to endure pain in the two years that he stayed with Urokodaki.

Nezuko pulls, managing to draw his attention away from the bakery and back to her. Almost desperately, she makes a few gestures with her hands, pointing in the direction of the mountain.

He sighs, feeling sad inside; he'd like to hear her voice again, but she has refused to speak a word since their family was killed. He's never pressed her though.

"You know we can't go back," Tanjirou mumbles, feeling bad for causing her sorrow. "I miss him too, but you know they're looking for us so he'll probably be safer alone."

Sighing, Nezuko nods, hugs his brother and keeps walking next to him, trying not to collide with the people around and holding his hand.

She's not the only one wishing they could go back, he's constantly thinking about it. Once he thought they could be happy there, in that small village with Urokodaki, but for some reason the people that killed their family also wanted to kill them both.

Tanjirou doesn't understand; Urokodaki said the man behind it was the leader of a crime syndicate and that his name was Muzan. There were two crime groups in Japan; the one led by Kibutsuji and the other by nine people who were called the hashira.

"The Pillars are skilled swordsmen; you'll never find people more capable than them in combat," Urokodaki explained one night. "But they're also dangerous in their own ways."

Urokodaki taught him how to fight with a katana during those two years; he insisted it was necessary in case Kibutsuji came back for him (and he was right).

However, since the katana was Urokodaki's Tanjirou left it behind, instead he brought an axe and hoped for the best.

Nezuko stops; she's blinking, trying to stay awake. They're both tired and hungry and even though Tanjirou would love to get something to eat, he needs to find a place where they both can spend the night first.

Tomorrow he needs to get a job.

His money is not enough to pay for a night in the first place they find. Tanjirou offers himself for any kind of job, but the owner claims he doesn't need more employees at the moment.

"I know a place where you can get money though," he grins, looking over his shoulder. "If you're willing to let your girl work."

Confused, he looks up at the man, who steps into the light to look closely at him.

"I also know a place for pretty boys like you," he adds, taking Tanjirou's chin. "Someone like you can get more than a few coins for spending a night with–"

Moving away from the man, as Tanjirou starts to blush, he runs away from there as quickly as possible.

"I think this was a mistake," he tells Nezuko.

He definitely doesn't like the city.

The second place they arrive to is even worse, not because of how it looks, but due to what they find out when they get there.

"I'm not sure," the woman mumbles, eyeing at them both. "I haven't seen you around here before. The hashira have strict rules when it comes to people from outside the city."

"The hashira?" Tanjirou shivers, feeling suddenly exposed; he looks around, nervous.

"This city belongs to them."

They need to go back immediately. Grabbing Nezuko's hand, he begins to run in the opposite direction, however in his desperation he ends up in a dark alley with a dead end.

"Alright. We just need to turn around," he mumbles, feeling nervous.

"The boy with the hanafuda earrings!" A voice says, amusement ringing in it. "Finally! My Lord Kibutsuji will be happy when I bring your head to him!"

There's a boy with her as well. He's carrying a couple of daggers while she's bouncing two temari in her hands.

"They're coming after me," he mumbles, almost in relief. "Listen, Nezuko, I want you to hide and wait for the perfect opportunity to run away. I'll try to distract them."

Nezuko narrows her eyes, she's fuming, angry at the thought of leaving him behind. She gestures something about never leaving him.

Even though he appreciates it, Tanjirou would've preferred her to choose running away.

However, there's no time to argue. He turns around with the axe in his hand, but a temari passes right over his shoulder. At first Tanjirou believes the girl missed, but when he hears Nezuko's scream and sees her fall to the ground he almost runs towards her.

He can't, there's no time. He charges at the girl quickly, dodging a temari as he runs, only to realize that the boy plans to stab Nezuko even though she's unconscious on the ground.

Without thinking twice, he throws the axe and cuts the boy's arm off; Tanjirou doesn't really like hurting others, but if Nezuko's life is in danger, he knows he'll do anything to keep her safe.

Even though the boy is bleeding because of the wound, he still tries to attack Tanjirou again.

The girl cackles in such a way before running towards his fallen sister at the same time the other tries to reach him, Tanjirou knows he will only have the time to block her attack.

But then, from the roof of the house next to the alley a shadow jumps in front of the Kamado siblings. The young man doesn't say a word as he moves his katana with such ability that it makes impossible for Tanjirou to follow the attack. In the blink of an eye he cuts their heads without even uttering a word.

They both fall to the ground, making Tanjirou gasp and think how glad he is that Nezuko is unconscious at the moment. Quickly, he gets closer and doesn't think too much before taking her in his arms. He wonders if he could run past the swordsman and back into the noisy streets.

However, the young man turns around and looks back at him. Tanjirou curls over Nezuko, trying to protect her with his own body.

"I'm not gonna hurt you or your sister, Tanjirou," he says, surprising him. The young man has black, long hair and blue eyes that don't let any emotion to be reflected in them. Well, perhaps... irritation. They're shadowed with it at the moment. "You should've stayed with Urokodaki."

"How do you know that? How do you know my name?" Tanjirou asks, flinching away when he sees the man with the mismatched haori moving his katana quickly to clean it up. When it's back into its saya, he allows himself to relax... just a little.

"I'm Tomioka Giyuu," he introduces himself, moving even closer. "I'm the one who saved you that day."

No... That's not possible. Well, Tanjirou only remembers falling on the snow from exhaustion, looking for a place where someone could patch her sister up and then... nothing.

He woke up in Urokodaki's house the next day. He just assumed...

"Come with me."

Before he can say anything, two people arrive to the scene; Tanjirou imagines them screaming and calling the police, but instead of even glancing in the corpses' direction, they bow in front of Tomioka respectfully.

"Clean the area," he mumbles and both man and woman nod, before using bandages to cover the corpses completely.

Tomioka is... He must be...

"I'm afraid you and your girl got in trouble in the wrong city, sweet boy," a young woman with a haori that reminds him of butterfly wings chuckles. Tanjirou notices that she's also carrying a sword, although it looks like a small one. "You're in hashira territory now. And you brought Kibutsuji's assassins here. Now you must face all the Pillars."

"Please... I just need to get my sister to a doctor. I promise we'll go after that and you'll never see us again."

"It's too late now," she grins gently at him at the same time Tomioka walks in the middle of them. "Oh? You've broken a few rules already, Giyuu. Do you want to break more?"

"Shinobu, he's... I'm sure they won't cause us any more trouble if we let them–"

"He needs to be judged by all the hashira, Tomioka," another young swordsman appears out of nowhere, he has a white snake around his neck; his mouth is covered.

Tomioka nods, knowing they don't have a choice now, but he gets closer to Tanjirou as if trying to shield him from the other two.

"Come," he says, as kindly as possible.

"But Nezuko is bleeding..."

"Don't worry," Shinobu smiles, clapping her hands together. "I'll take care of that."

Two people arrive and pry Nezuko away from Tanjirou. He tries to fight them, but Tomioka puts a strong hand over his shoulder to stop him.

"She'll be fine," he assures him.

However, Tanjirou knows that he's completely trapped now; if they have Nezuko he won't have other choice but to do as they say.

***

The house they walk in is huge. Tanjirou ends up sitting on the floor in a room with dim light and a table in the middle. Tomioka and Shinobu get in the room right next to it.

They don't even tell him to stay; they must know he would never leave without his sister.

He's worried, however, he doesn't get scared until he catches a few sentences of the conversation.

"See? Giyuu is putting his life at risk for them."

"That doesn't mean anything, Tengen! They mean trouble if Kibutsuji is after them."

"We're not afraid of him, Sanemi."

"No, we're not, but we also don't interfere in other people's problems."

"Besides, why do we do with Tomioka? He hid them from us all this time."

"Obanai has a point!"

"I saw the girl! She's so pretty! Is her the one you're doing this for, Giyuu? That's so romantic!"

"It's the boy, Mitsuri," Shinobu is the only voice Tanjirou recognizes because Tomioka hasn't said anything yet. Still, nothing they've been saying makes any sense to him. The only thing he's sure about is that he's in trouble. "He's doing this for Tanjirou."

"Now I'm curious, Kocho."

"Let's see him then!"

The door slides open and Tanjirou doesn't have time to react when nine people walk inside. All of them are carrying katanas.

He looks down, but a huge hand grabs him by the chin to make him look up at them.

"Hey! Be careful!"

"Calm down, Giyuu. You know me, I'd never hurt such a pretty thing like this one," the one speaking has white hair tied up in a ponytail and what it looks like a headband with a couple of gemstones all over it. His eyes are deep pink. He's one of the tallest among them.

"Come on, stand up, my boy. Let us see you!" Another says, putting both arms over his shoulders, lifting him like he weighed nothing to help him stand. His voice is loud, although the thing that surprises him the most about him is his hair and eyes. They're like fire: yellow and red. It's really difficult for Tanjirou to look away from him. "I'm Rengoku Kyojuro!"

"Kamado Tanjirou," he mumbles, after a couple of them introduce themselves.

"I want to keep him," Tokito says after a while. Uzui looks back at him with amusement.

"He's my responsibility now."

"I'm sorry, Giyuu, but you know the rules here. You too, Muichiro," Rengoku grins, cupping Tanjirou's face in his hands. Even though he knows he's in front of one of the leaders of a crime syndicate, he feels safe for a couple of seconds. "If we keep him, he's going to be under everyone's protection."

"What about Nezuko? Is she going to be alright? Will you protect her as well?"

Rengoku nods, stroking Tanjirou's hair. Right next to him, Tomioka's shoulders tense.

"Of course, but you owe us now, Tanjirou."

That's all it takes to remind himself that he's in front of dangerous people.

"I understand, I'll do my best to–"

"I can pay off his debt," Tomioka offers, surprising Tanjirou again.

"You know we don't want money, Giyuu," Shinobu says, waving her hand dismissively.

"And we want nothing from you," Tokito adds, almost bored.

"What do you want?" Tanjirou asks, nervous, even though he notices that a few of them are looking down at him with a fond expression.

Without giving him any warning, Uzui takes him in his arms, prompting Tanjirou to wrap his arms and legs around him out of instinct.

"We want to welcome you to our family," the hashira grins, confusing him.

It's hard to see them as dangerous criminals when they act like that.

"I'll introduce you to my wives..."

"Wait! I want to see Nezuko."

"Of course, my boy!" Rengoku nods, taking him away from Uzui who pouts immediately. Tomioka looks irritated, but he follows them close anyway.

She's not awake yet, but she looks much better now. She has a bandage all around her forehead and new clothes. Two girls are right there taking care of her, as soon as they see the hashira though, they start bowing nervously.

Rengoku puts Tanjirou on the bed and the boy leans to take one if Nezuko's hand in his. Tomioka kneels next to him.

"You'll be safe here, Tanjirou. I'll protect you."

He nods, feeling better despite of knowing his mother would never have approved of something like that. But what other choice does he have? If being with the hashira means Nezuko can be safe, then he'll accept it.

"You selfish, stubborn bastard! Didn't you hear, Giyuu?" Shinazugawa huffs. "We will protect the siblings from now own. Tanjirou owes us now. He's ours."

"I thought you were against this arrangement, Sanemi," Uzui chuckles, prompting the other to growl at him.

"I'm a Pillar. If the majority has decided that he's worth the risk, then he is worth it."

Even though he doesn't like when they don't mention Nezuko, part of him is glad that they consider the debt is only Tanjirou's to pay.

That way she can be free as soon as Kibutsuji stops hunting them or dies.

"No one will hurt you again," Rengoku promises, leaning enough for their foreheads to touch. His eyes are intense. "They're too afraid of us to even try."

Tanjirou is not sure, but something tells him that Muzan is not going to give up that easy.

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[celestialarchon]

Celebrating 600+ Followers

i can’t believe i’m writing another celebration post less than two days after my first

this has been rotting in my head all day and might become a series in the future

Genshin Impact x F!Reader | Modernish AU | warning: it’s cute!

“I hope you don’t mind, we gave you a student teacher as well. It’s only fair since you were given the most troublesome class,” Headmistress Ping smiled at you warmly.

“Ah,” You nodded, “Thats fine.”

The elder woman patted your back, “Genshin Academy is truly lucky to have you. Your track record is impressive and you have an extremely rare vision. I think you’ll get along fairly well with Mr. Aether, he’s a good kid.”

You smiled at her, honored by her words. Genshin Academy, the elite and prestigious school, had taken you as a teacher. The education system was impressive and diverse, teaching elementary to college aged students. You were given the first year elementary school students and now a student teacher as well. No matter how troublesome the class may be, having assistance would be appreciated. If it didn’t, the extraordinary pay would make up for any issues you had.

The older woman walked you to the doors of the building and then left you to prepare yourself. Clutching your class roster, you stepped in and made your way to your classroom. When you entered your room, you were greeted by a young blonde man. He introduced himself as your assistant teacher and made some small talk before leaving you to prepare for the day. You appreciated his thoughtfulness as you tidied the room up a bit, smiling at your class pet, Dvalin.

Soon enough, the children poured in and greeted each other and you. Aether returned to the room, beaming at each child. You took attendance, ticking off each name as they all answered. Qiqi, Teucer, Klee, and Diona seemed to be the most lively of them all. They were also marked with asterisks as the worst “troublemakers” but so far things were running smoothly.

“Welcome, my name is Miss Bright,” You beamed at the children, “Let’s have a good year, okay?”

“Wow, you’re very pretty Miss Bright!” An energetic Teucer exclaimed.

Klee squealed, “I’m so excited!”

Diona scoffed and Qiqi nodded in agreement. You went through the motions, following your detailed curriculum perfectly. There were two separate general subjects, academics and control. One was simple enough, teaching the kids by the book. The other was all about assisting your students in controlling and growing their abilities as vision users.

By the end of the day you were exhausted. Soon enough the week flew by. As Friday came, you were exhausted. Most people had made these kids out to be terrible and mischievous, and in some ways they were. Yet, you had already grown very fond of all of them. They were much more tame than you had expected, save for some explosions and outbursts. Now you were stuck as some of the children were late being picked up.

“I hope my big brother gets a girlfriend like Miss Bright. She’s so nice and pretty.” You overheard Teucer whisper to the last three kids.

“Oh yeah!” Klee’s whispers weren’t whispers at all, “She’s like a princess. My brother is a prince. I wish he’d marry Miss Bright.”

“Tch,” Diona intervened, “Honestly, I wish Miss Bright had adopted me instead of that annoying man at home.”

“Qiqi thinks Xiao and Zhongli would like Miss Bright a lot.”

You giggled at their words, they were too sweet. Aether chuckled overhearing them as well and waving you off.

“Go finish up your paperwork, I’ll take care of them.” The cheerful blonde nearly pushed you out the door.

You sighed and made your way to the office up front. Paperwork was such a drag, not nearly as fun as over hearing those brats gossiping. The paperwork ended up taking up the rest of your time. By the time you were done you wanted to scream. As you left the office, a handful of coworkers approached you and invited you out. No was not an option as they insisted you let them treat you.

You were exhausted as they led you to their favorite bar. Aether followed like a lost puppy and you sighed.

“You can’t drink can you?” You questioned him.

“Ahhh,” Aether started but was interrupted.

“It’s fine! I know the owner. He doesn’t have to drink he can just babysit us.” Venti exclaimed.

Poor Aether couldn’t get out of it either. Once you entered the bar, things blurred. Immediately, your coworkers bought you many drinks. Venti was especially aggressive about drinking. The short music teacher was babbling to an extremely handsome bartender with vibrant red hair.

The scarlet haired man seemed to be a bit annoyed by the drunken chaos ensuing. Amber was giggling crazily and the school nurse, Baizhu had cornered a tall man with amber eyes, and Ganyu was petting you. Aether was awkwardly fidgeting, stone cold sober. Eventually, your poor student teacher ended up having to call a cab and carry you home. He was forced to try and navigate to your cozy apartment by unlocking your phone with your drunken face. It took way too many attempts.

You awoke the next day with a pounding headache and over a hundred notifications. The night was still a blur so you proceeded to try and take care of yourself. Aether was kind enough to go out and buy you some pain medicine and left it on your counter with your keys. It was embarrassing how you couldn’t find any memories of your adventures in liquor.

The weekend flew by until Sunday night came and your phone buzzed. You looked down and horror filled your body. Tomorrow was parent conferences. It wasn’t mandatory for parents but encouraged. Suddenly, you were tearing through your apartment trying to prepare for the upcoming doom.

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Before you knew it, parent conferences were upon you. Aether wasn’t attending because it wasn’t mandatory and you insisted he go home and rest. He had done so much for you already, you didn’t want him to suffer through it with you. You looked up as somebody knocked on your class door and opened it to see two beautiful blondes.

“Hello, is this Miss Bright’s room?” The woman’s blue eyes met yours.

“Yes,” You held your hand out, “Hello, I’m Miss Bright.”

The woman shook your hand, “I am Jean, Klee’s guardian. This is her older brother Albedo.”

The young man’s beautiful eyes bore into you as he shook your hand. You stepped aside and gestured to the tables in your room. The two took their seats and almost immediately a tall red haired man sauntered up to you.

“Hello!” His tone was cheerful, “I’m Childe, Teucer’s older brother!”

“A pleasure to meet you, Childe. I am Miss Bright.”

“Ah,” a crooked smile formed on his lips, “The pleasure is all mine. You are just as beautiful as Teucer claimed.”

You blushed and laughed nervously, but before you could answer he was shoved into your room. He turned to glare at the two dark haired men in the doorway. Huffing, he found his way to a table and sat.

“So annoying.” The shorter of the two men scowled.

The taller one sighed, “Hello, Miss Bright. My name is Zhongli, and this is my cousin Xiao. We are Qiqi’s foster family.”

Xiao stomped past you, Zhongli followed him quickly. You didn’t have time to introduce yourself to either of them before they sat down.

“How rude,” A smooth voice came from your door.

Two men stood there, a tan man with dark hair and a very familiar red head. Internally, you groaned at the sight of the bartender. It was going to be a long conference wasn’t it? You were glad you had organized your agenda so well.

“Diluc. Guardian of Diona, and this is my brother Kaeya.” The redhead said almost sternly.

He strolled through the doorway to sit at a table, all four families spread out. Kaeya winked at you and followed his brother. Now you were sure the night would be long.

No other families came, and you were left alone with the strange bunch. In the back of your mind, you were thinking of your roster and the asterisks. The irony in all of it was that the troublemaker’s parents were the only ones who showed. The room was quiet, families only talking among themselves. You cleared your throat and introduced yourself once more, starting in to your very planned speech.

A short time had passed but it felt like years to you. You felt incredibly awkward but continued on. Childe raised his hand which nearly made you laugh but you contained your amusement and paused.

“Yes?” You called out to him.

The lanky man smirked, “I’m sorry but what sort of vision do you use?”

“I will address that later on.” Your voice was kind but also stern.

This response earned several looks from the families listening. All of a sudden, their full attention was on you. The change of atmosphere had put you on edge. You tried to continue on but Childe stood abruptly.

“That’s an interesting response.” He chuckled.

“Tartaglia!” Jean intervened, “Thats enough.”

Kaeya kicked his feet up on the table, “You can’t say you’re not curious though, right? It’s only natural we want to know. This school has just as much focus on vision skills as academic skills.”

You were beginning to grow irritated. The children were more respectful than the adults. Composing yourself, you sighed. Nobody denied Kaeya’s words, although Zhongli and Jean seemed to disapprove of the attitude.

“As i said before i will-“ you were interrupted again by an arrow of water, you easily side stepped it.

Jean stood, sword in hand and glared at Childe. Diluc shoved his brother’s feet off the table and scowled. Albedo yawned while Xiao clicked his tongue. Zhongli merely observed the scene. Childe cackled at Jean which only angered her more as she dove at him.

You opened your mouth to say something but were forced to dodge a cold sword. Kaeya grinned at you but was yanked back by Zhongli. The room was in utter chaos. You gritted your teeth and once more tried to remain calm. Another arrow narrowly missed your ear and you felt yourself become enraged. Kaeya dodged Zhongli and thrust his sword at you but was stopped by a sharp pillar of light.

“That’s enough.” Your voice was cold as you used your own weapon to shove the pushy cryo wielder away from you.

As if by magic, suddenly everyone stopped to stare at you. Quickly, they sat down. Albedo’s eyes were alert now, he was suddenly interested in every word you had to say. Even Xiao seemed to have a better attitude.

You continued your speech without any further interruptions. Finally, the end was in sight.

“And to answer your earlier question,” You pushed your hair back behind your ear to reveal your vision on an earring, “I am a light wielder. I will not take any questions on it. Have a wonderful night and thank you for coming.”

You turned and exited your classroom quickly as murmurs spread across the room. Light visions were only gifted to those who were recognized by multiple gods. Light was a strange element that could mold itself and change to take shape of different elements, although it wasn’t perfect. Elemental mastery took a lot of time and the light could only bend to your will for short periods of time. Using light as anything other than itself could backfire easily. Ontop of the many complications, attaining a light vision meant going through a crisis so terrible that multiple gods had to intervene. It was a blessing and a curse.

As you headed home, shivers ran down your back. You couldn’t help but feel that you were being watched or followed. You shook it off and returned home. It was just paranoid thoughts after a rough night.

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After the conference, you seemed to be plagued by the families. Outside of work you ran into them constantly. It was nerve wracking.

“Miss Bright, Teucer loves you so much. He’d love to see you on the weekend. We could get lunch and then have a play date with him. What do ya say?” Childe grinned at you as you exited your classroom.

“Sorry, sir” An arm slid around your shoulders, “But i’m afraid she has plans for this weekend.”

You looked up to see the school librarian with a tight smile. Lisa was so kind, saving you from his shameless flirting. Although, she often seemed to flirt with you as well. You couldn’t really tell if she was being nice or flirting though.

He scowled and turned. Lisa laughed and squeezed you tighter. She escorted you out of the building, telling you about the new books the library had just received. Her eyes twinkled as you laughed at her puns and asked her questions about being a librarian.

“Excuse me,” A deep voice said “May I have a moment of Miss Bright’s time?”

You turned to see Zhongli, one of the only reasonable guardians you’d met. So far you’d not seen him after the meeting so you felt safer around him. Even Jean had appeared before you several times, though it didn’t seem intentional. You weren’t entirely sure but you’d swore you’d even seen Xiao lurking around when you were out.

“Of course,” You waved Lisa off.

She frowned and kissed your cheek before sauntering off. Zhongli raised his eyebrows as you laughed, clearly embarrassed. The nerve of that woman sometimes.

“Sorry, she’s a friend but she’s very affectionate,” you apologized quickly.

“Hm,” Zhongli nodded and stared at you intently, “I’m sorry to bother you but is there a way I could schedule another meeting with you? I would like to hear about Qiqi’s progress.”

Your heart nearly melted. He was so kind and it was refreshing.

“Of course! How about this weekend?” You beamed at him.

The two of you scheduled a conference lunch and parted ways. From afar, Diluc grimaced. He was curious about Diona’s behavior in school. She was a very moody child. Furthermore, he was curious about you. Kaeya had also pestered you for a date so the scarlet haired man was trying to find the right time to ask you. He didn’t want to come off the way he was sure Kaeya did.

“I would also like to attend the meeting.” Xiao announced to Zhongli once he got into the car.

“Too bad,” Zhongli chuckled “It’s one on one, you’ll have to schedule your own.”

Xiao huffed at his words. He disliked the idea of the two of you doing anything one on one. He couldn’t decide whether he was jealous of you or Zhongli. He decided it was you, since both Qiqi and Zhongli seemed to be infatuated with you. He clicked his tongue, Zhongli merely smiled, and Qiqi demanded coco goat milk.

“Does she like science?” Albedo questioned Klee.

“Miss Bright likes a lot of things I think.” Klee said, ice cream smeared on her face.

“I want to know more.” Albedo stated.

Klee grinned, “More ice cream?”

Albedo nodded, only hoping Jean wouldn’t catch them.

This new job had many opportunities open up for you. With so many people in pursuit of you, who would you choose?

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