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avversiera-writes · 3 years

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‘till death do us part - chapter 3 [tobirama senju/you]

Chapter 3 - Love Like You

Summary: In which you and Tobirama get away from the village to travel and learn to be with each other. (and smut lmao)

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Author’s Notes: finallyyyy i get to update hehehe pls let me know what you think. if you don’t like smut, uhm, this chapter is skippable. lol.

this work is also on AO3.

<< Chapter 1 - Allegiances // Chapter 2 - Union

In an even smaller space, you find it hard to speak.

No one is here and therefore, there is simply no need to put up any kind of facade.

The two of you are truly alone now, and for a moment, you both try to figure out how to be with each other in this way. After today, nothing will ever be the same for you and Tobirama. You are still trying to find your footing, and you can sense the same for your new husband because he is, for once, out of his wits.

You sigh and let out a small laugh, and you step in front of Tobirama. You don’t mind taking the first step.

“Help me out of my robes?” You request gently.

You turn around, and you feel Tobirama’s fingers brush against your nape deftly. You reach up to take out the pins from your hair, but Tobirama beats you to it and he gently pulls the ornaments and let your hair fall down. He brushes them to one side of your shoulder, and then, his arms slide down to untie what is binding your waist.

You let out a sigh as your body makes more room for you to breathe properly, and you pull apart your collar and push it back to your shoulders. Tobirama assists by pulling it back to expose your shoulders, and slowly, he lets it fall to the ground, surrounding you in a white, cascading circle. His warm hands grasp the sides of your arms, and slowly, he reaches for the front of your chest to start undoing the clothing that covers your upper torso. The last layer of your clothing falls away, and silently, Tobirama rests his rough and calloused hands against your waist, and he presses his forehead behind your shoulder.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you chuckle, and you pat his hands on your waist. Then, you entwine your fingers through his. “We can just take a bath, and then, sleep, and wake up tomorrow to be on our merry way.”

Tobirama plants a chaste kiss against the back of your neck, taking his time, and leans forward to your ear.“I am inclined to take a mile from the inches you have left me,” he whispers. “ Wife. ”

A shiver runs down your spine, one that makes all the blood rush down and pull into the center of your pleasure. You dig your nails against the skin of your waist, and you take a deep breath. You do not waste a second as you turn around, and Tobirama’s eyes widen a fraction as he sees you naked in front of him, then you watch them darken.

“Good,” you say in a low voice, and you feel your skin burn, desperate for contact. “Don’t back down.”

Tobirama swallows visibly, and in a swift manner, he pulls you closer against him. He meets your eyes, and you see that they look almost black, like blood from an oozing vein. Gracefully, he lowers you to the bed, never once breaking eye contact. You feel the sheets ruffle under you and you watch as Tobirama leans back to take off his clothes. The moonlight filtering through the windows shines on his pale skin, highlighting the ridges and dips of his hard-earned muscles from many battles. You notice faded scars and some recent ones, some brown and some paler than his skin, all varying in degrees of how deep they are.

Your husband is broad, but underneath all his clothes, he is also quite lean and disproportioned from his many days of forgoing food when he is subjected to his moods of reclusion and manic overworking.

After getting rid of all his clothes, you study each other, both shy but full of dare to get closer. His eyes go over your breasts, and you see his neck flush red.

However, he does not look away, and his eyes travel lower and lower.

Experimentally, he puts a hand on your thigh and pushes it back to spread your legs apart. You look down at the sight, seeing that he is half-aroused already.

“Are you just going to stare at me? Or are you going to come here and kiss me?"

"Funnily enough, that is not the worst thing you have said tonight," Tobirama deadpans.

You raise an eyebrow. "What is it going to be, Senju Tobirama?"

Tobirama leans over and covers your body with his. He props himself with his arms, using them to frame your head. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist and you close your eyes with a sigh as his skin and his body weight presses against yours.

You feel his cock pressing against your thigh, already heavy and hard.

You couldn’t help but moan when he kisses you, and when he pulls back to study your face, you pull him forward again and deepen the kiss. Your hands go down his back, pressing your palms against his rippling muscles.

You sigh through the kisses, each deepened kiss leaving you heaving for breaths and your blood growing hot. Underneath your touch, Tobirama is no longer tense. One of his hands is starting to roam, from squeezing your breast to make you moan, kneading your waist to make you more pliant, and then finally resting in between on the inside of your thigh.

Your eyes swim as you stare at his face, and you feel a nervousness you have not felt before.

“Are you alright?” Tobirama softly asks. His breath fans over your cheek and you close your eyes.

“I’m scared,” you tell him honestly.

“Okay,” Tobirama plants a kiss on your chin. “Leave it to me.”

“Do you know what you’re doing?” You ask, putting a hand on the back of his shoulder.

“I’ve studied on it,” Tobirama smirks. “We have all night to put them all to test.”

You open your legs wider, trusting him. There is a shadow of a smile on Tobirama’s features, and you observe, curious about what other expressions he will express towards you. You feel his finger brush against the lips of your pussy, rubbing against it until he delves into the folds. You let out a gasp as he takes his now wet fingers and circles your clit, slowly, experimentally. You shiver at the sensation, and a pleasant tingle rivets through your body.

Your sighs come out involuntarily, and the heat of a blush travels from your neck and down. Tobirama’s eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, putting pressure and quickening his speed as he works you, and you are arching towards him, desperate for more contact as the feeling builds. You cover your mouth as lewd moans escape from your lips, and suddenly, something bursts from inside you and your body tightens and your movements become erratic. Your body surrenders itself to your orgasm.

Your husband’s eyes are bright, and he looks almost so handsomely ruined, and you submit to his gaze and you completely break open. Your body aches–no it cries to be marked by him, and you waste no time demanding for the primal need to be satiated.

Tobirama holds your hip securely, and with his other hand, he guides his own length to your entrance and he pushes in. He massages your waist, coaxing you to be more pliant, and you take deep breaths as you feel yourself expand to take him in. Tears cloud your vision, and then Tobirama is sheathed inside you. There is pain, and then there is sweetness, the heady scent of arousal in the air making you dizzy.

You watch as Tobirama’s ribs finally expand out to take in air, and you reach for him with familiarity. He comes to you, and he seeks out your hidden places, exploring them with his rough and battle-worn hands, with the way his swollen lips bloom over your flushed skin.

Then you move together in tandem, learning to be each other’s comfort and pleasure.

Tobirama, you realize, is not a vocal lover, with his quiet grunts and his low growls and his silent gasps of air, but his love-making is passionate, and very tender. He claims you, and he looks at you as if he has never beheld someone like this, and maybe that is true. His thrusts are strong and rapacious, and he drinks you in, never tiring.

You let out a strangled cry, as the two of you pick up speed and chase after the peak of pleasure. You press kisses on his shoulder and collarbones, marking him as he did you, and you use his shoulders as your anchor, as your mind completely blanks as you finish.

Not long after you, Tobirama pulls out, and he comes with a gasp, and you feel his hot seed on the inside of your thigh.

His body is on you and he scoops you into his arms to lie down on the bed. His legs tangle with yours, and your back presses against his chest fittedly.

You reach for his scars on his arms, and your fingers go over them gently, and you press your warm palms on them, accepting them as is. Then, you cross your fingers with his, and before you know it, the lull of his steady heartbeat leads you to sleep.

Tobirama wakes up just short of dawn, and the scenes of the night before plays back in his mind. Your head rests against his arm, and he turns to your sleeping form, and watches the way your ribs spreads outwards as you breathe in your sleep, the way the shadows look blue upon your skin, and the way your hair splays over his pale arm like streaks of paint on a blank canvass.

It is a different view than he is accustomed to. Though he has watched you in your sleep before, he has never stuck around for long since there are other things pulling his attention. Now, he is your husband and this will be what will greet him in the mornings to come.

In his curiosity, he reaches over and scratches the back of your ear. He smiles secretly when you swat his hand away, and settles for resting his hand on your waist.

For once, he is not in a hurry and he is content to stay beside you, preserving your warmth until the sun is up.

He tries to move away when he feels you stir beside him, and he even tries to pull his arm away and feign sleeping, but you turn to him quickly with a hazy smile that he just froze. It does not help that he is frowning, but he really isn’t. He was stuck trying to make ten decisions all at once.

“Did you sleep?” You ask him.

Tobirama’s eyes go to your forehead, then your eyes, nose, lips. “Yes,” he answers gruffly.

You chuckle and you edge closer to him. “For someone who just got laid, you are awfully grumpy.” You kiss him quickly on the chin. “You are no fun, old man.”

Tobirama peers at you. “Well, we better do it more then.”

You fake gasp and look at him amusedly. “Wow, I was wrong. You , my husband, are a changed man.”

Tobirama smirks, and he rolls you to your back. “I’d like to be right every now and then.”

You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck. “ Liar .”

Tobirama shuts you up with a kiss, and the two of you spend the rest of the early morning until daybreak copulating to your heart’s content.

“What are all these?” You ask as you spot the engawa littered with all kinds of gifts. You bend down and take one for yourself, noticing that it is addressed to you and Tobirama.

Tobirama steps out, completely dressed in a simple travel garment. His hair is hastily brushed back, revealing his strong forehead, and on his back, he carries a satchel, no doubt packed with summoning scrolls for your needs instead of packing like a normal human being. He slips his feet into his sandals and he walks out into the engawa, proud and tall, as if he wasn’t a mess just twenty minutes ago.

“Gifts,” Tobirama replies.

You roll your eyes. Here he goes again, with his matter of fact statements about the obvious. Is this his idea of humor?

“Wow, it’s like I don’t have eyes!” You exclaim sarcastically.

Tobirama raises an eyebrow, almost mockingly. “Well, you didn’t have to ask,” he deadpans.

“Aren’t the two of you getting along so well?” The voice of Hashirama muses as he comes up the path to your house. “So chirpy at such an early hour of morning.”

Tobirama clears his throat and he assumes a more respectful pose. “Elder brother,” he greets.

Hashirama smiles widely at his brother and then at you. “Everything went well? I was going to visit last night but you know, I heard–”

“Brother!” Tobirama snaps, and he scowls, his lips forming into a subtle pout.

You duck your head and chuckle. Tobirama always seems so animated when he’s around family, especially his brother. “Lord Shodaime, thank you for your visit. How can we help you?”

Hashirama chuckles wholeheartedly. “I am here to talk to my brother and see the two of you on your travels.”

You look at your husband, and then you take his stuff with you. “I will give you two some privacy.”

Tobirama nods, and he watches you walk towards the gate of the house. He turns to his brother and he meets his eyes seriously, but he finds that there is forgiveness and reassurance in his brother’s gaze.

The farther the two of you got from the village, the lighter the expression on Tobirama’s face grows. The two of you walk side by side, in your travel clothes and a simple haori that would not draw any attention. At once glance, the two of you look like a pair of normal people going about their day. Unless they figure out that the two sticks wrapped around your back are swords and somehow take that as a clue that you are a shinobi, but it is unlikely. There are still many people who practice the way of the sword.

The town nearest to the village is teeming with locals and visitors of varying classes, especially since it is a popular spot for hot springs. You adjust the straw hat on your husband’s head and he glances down at you.

“What did you and your brother talk about?” You prompt and you smile as Tobirama reaches up to fix what you did to his hat.

“Menial things,” he answers curtly. “Do not mess with my hat.”

“We should rest under a shade,” you suggest to him, knowing that he can be sensitive to the heat.

Tobirama does not say anything as you push him forward to a nearby bench under some trees. Fortunately, there is a stand nearby, selling tea and other snacks.

You return to your waiting husband, and you hand him the rice cakes and the warm green tea.

“You are awfully good at this,” Tobirama mutters and he sips the tea.

“What do you mean?” You ask him and sit next to him.

Tobirama stares at the grass in front of him and he sighs. “Taking care of me.”

You cross your legs and lean back. You don’t say anything else because you are not sure how to answer, and it seems like there is a lot on Tobirama’s mind. Like the usual.

“I am not used to that,” Tobirama mutters, but the words are lost to you because he is only speaking to the cup.

You lean forward to watch the side of his face, studying the way his face tattoo perfectly lines across his cheek. Taking care of him seems like an instinct to look out for your own. Though it comes with challenges, and it will for the foreseeable future, you find joy in doing what you do.

“Do not waste your food,” Tobirama suddenly lectures you and you roll your eyes.

“Alright,” you reply childishly and take a bite out of your snacks.

Tobirama downs all the tea, and even gives you the last of his rice cake without saying anything. Though he looks too cool to be doing it, the blush on the back of his neck says otherwise.

Tobirama sinks into the hot water, letting it relax his muscles after a long day’s journey. He takes a deep breath as he sinks lower, until the water is up to his chin. He closes his eyes and lets the water take him, wash control over him and he lets go of himself. It is like freefalling backwards, but the rushing air is water and he knows that he will not get hurt no matter how long the fall is. While he enjoys being around you, he needed this small moment of peace to process the past twenty-four hours.

He never could have seen this coming for him. He never even thought he could make it this far, and now that he has, he is suddenly familiarizing himself with a fear he has never known before. He has a lot to lose now, more than ever. Or maybe, at the end of the day, he is afraid of being alone for all his life. To die without someone ever knowing him or understanding him.

He sets his worries to the water around him, and he sighs blissfully. He swims towards the rock to rest his back against it, and he reaches for the sake placed on the small floating basket.

He takes a sip, and he rests his head back.

“A penny for your thoughts, my lord?” You dip your feet into the hot spring, hissing as you do and sit on the dryer ground next to Tobirama. You take his empty cup of sake and refill it.

“You’re here,” Tobirama accepts the cup. He eyes you at the honorific, and you chuckle. There was a time when you called him that, albeit without the respect that comes with it.

“Why didn’t you wake me from my nap?” You dip a hand into the hot water, and you take a deep breath to get used to it.

“You needed the rest,” Tobirama says. He sets his cup down and he turns to you, and puts his hands on your knees.

“How thoughtful of you, my lord,” you whisper.

“Stop calling me that,” Tobirama glowers.

“You like it though,” you supply, and you reach for his reddening ear. “Should I just address you like this?”

“No,” Tobirama immediately answers.

You ought to laugh, but he runs his hands on your legs, from your ankle and up to your thigh, then he pulls you into the water and you gasp as the hot water washes over your skin. The cotton yukata that you wore is now drenched, and water fills the spaces that are not close to your skin. You let out a little whine from the hot sensation washing over your body. Tobirama’s eyes rove over your wet skin greedily, and he pulls you closer to his body. You tremble slightly at the way he grips you so assertively and gasps as he suddenly kisses and sucks the base of your neck.

Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders, and you arch back to give him more space to explore. You sigh blissfully as his tongue laps over your collarbone, then the center of your chest, down to the base of your ribs. Quickly, you jump and surround your legs around his waist. You hiss as the cold air hits your skin that is not submerged into the water and gasp as Tobirama’s kisses become more insisting, coaxing you into a more aroused state.

Your hand finds his neck, and you give his ear a sensual lick with your tongue, knowing that it is one of his sensitive spots. To garner his reaction, you push his face back by propping his jaw upwards with your thumb to get a good look at him.

"But do you like it?" Your eyes narrow slyly. You feel his bulge on the inside of your thigh.

There is a dark glimmer in his eyes that you have become familiar with. This Tobirama in front of you is willing to bite a little.

He stares at you intently, looking like he is about to reprimand you with his narrowed eyes and knitted forehead and stern lips, and you shiver. Not just from the cold air that your body is not used to, now that your lower half is underwater.

"It’s a yes, right?" You smile cheekily and you lean closer to his face.

Tobirama tries to move away, but you have his neck in your hand and your legs around his waist. He is not going anywhere.

Then, Tobirama's serious face molds into a smirk. You falter, and you look at where your fingers are pressing. His heart is beating fast, but before you can bring it up, he takes your hand and presses it against your shoulder.

"If you insist on calling me 'lord,' I assume that I will also have to take up the role," Tobirama presses a kiss on your lips. "Do as I say."

Entranced by this version of Tobirama, you keep your words from your tongue and nod.

"Get your legs off of me and turn around," Tobirama commands, his voice low like a hum near your ear.

You do as he says, and almost immediately he grasps you to his chest assertively with an arm around your waist and keeps you still.

“Is this what you wanted?” He growls into your ear. “Me, subjugating you?”

You close your eyes as his words vibrate to your core of pleasure.

Suddenly, you feel his fingers grasp the sides of your neck and you gasp.

“Yes or no?”

“You can do anything you want to me,” you let out in a rush, feeling so ecstatic. “My lord.”

The world folds, and you fall to your hands and knees on the tatami, disoriented. You are only aware of Tobirama��s weight behind your back, his arousal pressed up against your ass.

"You look great, like this," Tobirama pushes up your wet yukata up to your waist and cups one of your asscheeks. "Folded into supplication under me."

Your vision clears and you spot one of Tobirama’s hiraishin kunais in the corner of your eye. You smirk to yourself, but you immediately take a deep breath as you feel Tobirama’s fingers slip into you, and you moan as he starts to finger-fuck you open. As he draws back, purposely rubbing against your tight pussy walls, you immediately chase after his fingers and thrust yourself into it.

Tobirama’s breathing is loud, but he remains quiet in his appreciation.

As your body shakes with delirium, chasing your own contentment, you are aware of him pulling you up against his pelvis, and then laying you down onto the floor without your arms to support you. He slips fingers out and aligns his cock into your entrance.

You close your eyes, unable to control your whimpers as he enters you in one swift movement. You attempt to prop yourself to your arms, but Tobirama is already drawing out and then slamming himself back to fill you.

“Ah-my lord!” You cry out–on purpose to rile him up, earning another hard thrust upwards, and it makes you dizzy as sparks cover the edge of your vision.

You feel a hand on the back of your neck, holding you in the perfect position for him to ram into you, deeper and deeper. You push yourself towards him languorously, chasing after your own contentment, but Tobirama controls your hips positioned under him like this and he slows his pace. You feel his weight on his back, and his short breaths on the side of your neck. So far, he does not really cry out. Making love for him is a form of absolution, something so precious and reverently done, no matter how rough.

Your body rivets under his touch and his surprisingly tender kisses, and you try to catch your breath as the fevered sensation of finishing begins to take over your body. The slowed rhythm of Tobirama’s fucking makes you come, and you come with a delirious moan. It does not stop, the feeling prolongs as Tobirama leans back again, and this time, he raises your hips higher and fucks into you in a tighter angle, crazed and fast.

Overcome, you let out a slur of words that might have been profanity. Or Tobirama’s name. Sometimes, they are paired together.

Tears roll down your eyes, and you writhe from the pleasure as you approach another orgasm, and you urge him by keeping up with his pace. Each time he leaves, you tighten your hole around his pulsating cock.

Suddenly, your body seizes, and you cry out, the sound like the peal of a bell. Heat explodes inside you and you hear Tobirama’s ragged breathing. It sounds so primal and you close your eyes to savor the sound. His arms surround you immediately, and the both of you crash to the floor, spent and unbelievably high.

Your breathing syncs with his, and despite being weak from love-making, you hold onto his hand tightly, suddenly overcome with your new reality. It is not just one night anymore that you two have to figure out how to mold together. This will be, for the rest of your life.

There are so many differences that both of you still need to work out, and probably to fight over, but you have never doubted Tobirama’s affections, not when he passionately takes you, like a man lost in prayer, begging for some sign of the divine.

Tonight, he holds you a little more tighter, with his face pressed into your neck, his body enveloping you like a welcoming home.

To be continued...

Chapter 4 - Look to the Horizon >>

#angelica writes #'til death do us part #Tobirama Senju #tobirama x reader #tobirama x you #you never said goodbye timeline/au #Senju Tobirama

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starstruckmyths · 4 years

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hii 🪐 anon here i just wanted to say i completely agree w/ u! i like to think sub!steve dom!bucky seems to fit in much more w/ their characters. bucky needing to take over n have control + steve needing someone else to take care of him after carrying the shield (responsibility) of a team that protects the world. @ 1st i didn’t rlly seem to mind sub!buck but i’ve come to notice the disproportion in the fandom which is kinda sad lmao. to me it seems like as if most of the fandom likes dom!steve-

bc of his physical appearance, especially Nomad Steve, and so they make him the dom in the relationship. there’s nothing wrong w that but sometimes some of the fics i’ve come across on make steve to be some macho alpha douche and it ultimately ruins his character imo. Most of the sub!steve fics i’ve read stay true to their characters. at the end of the day i think they switch, but bucky does seem to be the dom in the relationship. idk that’s just me tho LOL. sub!steve for the win!

anyways! it’s sad to see a lack of bottom!sub!steve in the fandom but thank u for ur fics!! - 🪐

Ahh, Nonnie!! Hi!!🪐

I always feel :( when there’s only few fics with a bottom Steve. There are quite some, but I think, overall, on Tumblr, people enjoy Strong Top Steve. And that’s alright, but it’s just sad to us. It’s why I follow blogs with a nice bottom Steve :)

Like you said, it’s especially the case with Nomad Steve. They see a strong alpha, while all I could see when I watched that movie was a bouncy Golden Retriever baby that secretly just needs all the more cuddling from his boo.

Look at this baby🥺 He just wants a hug🥺

This is very personal taste:

I’ve also read some of the Dom/Alpha/Top Steve fics, and there are some really good ones, but they just don’t resonate with me, because I can’t imagine it. I just can’t imagine all those filthy things coming out of Steve’s mouth, or him taking control like that.

And the ones that are macho?? No thank you. The stories could be great, but the moment Steve becomes masculine in an overly assertive or aggressive way, I head out. It’s just not the thing for me. I once had a fic that had Steve cursing the first few paragraphs and with an attitude of ‘fuck everything’, and he called people bitches and sluts and that was not something for me lmao. It’s just... not the Steve “I respect everyone, yes even the you who wants to kill me” Rogers.

I think it’s also the case that people just like Bucky to bottom, and that’s okay. Some people like him more as being the babey one that’s taken care of, but we just so happened to like it the other way around.

Steve has a very free spirit, he’s stubborn, takes responsibility, is very caring towards his friends, respectful, and he’s also energetic. I can see how those things could be added up to ‘top’ but to me they add up to ‘bottom’. Those things can be a very ‘top’ thing to do, but to me Steve gets tired of it.

Yes, he could be doing this as an easy exercise:

But at the end of the day, he’s still doing this:

And I think that’s an important difference to show. Yes, he’s Captain America, yes he can take out a Quinjet by himself and land perfectly and not even get hurt, yes he can punch Nazis all day. But without the suit, he’s just Steve Rogers. When the Quinjet is down, when the Nazis are punched, he goes home, and then what? He’s alone. By himself. Looking at files of his dead friends.

Also, in canon, we see that Steve struggles with social interactions. He isn’t very good at making friends, and especially in The Avengers, if he’s not worked up/angry about something, his conversations go really strained. In a deleted scene a waitress tries to make small talk, but he isn’t good at it, and with Coulson in the jet, he’s as awkward as can be. With Nick Fury, in every movie, he talks purely like a soldier. He talks about ‘the mission’ and ‘the plan’, he’s not Steve, he’s just the Captain talking to the Director.

I think that’s important to think about, because it’s part of his character. Doms are usually more initiative, they take control in a situation, they direct their partner to what they want, that’s what makes them dominant. Steve doesn’t have a dominant personality. Yes, he’s the leader, but leading in a war zone is something completely different from leading a partner in bed. Think about it, every time we’ve seen Steve do something with a woman, the woman has had to take initiative. Peggy grabbed him to kiss him, Natasha had to grab him, Sharon had to reel him in close, it’s the woman who takes control, and he goes along.

Which was also very apparent from the scene right before Howard, where the blonde woman crowded up on him, grabbed his tie and lead him to the bookcases and then pulled him in to kiss him.

Steve’s not the dominant one when it’s about romantic/sexual actions.

Bucky, however, actively engages in asking girls out to date, he’s charismatic, he makes the move, he even makes the move on Peggy, he’s not afraid to talk to girls, he makes jokes to everyone he sees, he has a cheeky grin that makes the girls go wild. He goes on a date with two girls who only have eye for him, and by the way that Steve and Bucky talk about it, it isn’t the first time that Bucky’s tried to reel him in.

Looking at their personality, Bucky is more of a Dom than Steve, in my opinion.

Thank you for the ask!! And I’m glad you like the fics!💖

#steve rogers #stucky au #bottom steve rogers #sub steve rogers #bucky barnes #top bucky barnes #dom bucky barnes

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x0401x · 6 years

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(me again) i went and read the chapter with the market scene and you're right they did changed it quite a bit, also agree WHERE IS THE GILBERT AND HODGINS BROPT IN THIS EP...ahem, and if you dont mind i'm gonna ask: what were your thoughts on gil and violets relationship this ep?

Yeah, I mean, Violet and Lux are great but the best BroTP of this series is Gil and Hodgins, hands down. Also gotta take this opportunity to say that anime!Hodgins just keeps straying farther from his novel counterpart. “As always, you don’t understand women” my ass. He’s a gentleman in canon. And his sexuality has yet to make itself known in the anime too. It feels like KyoAni is trying hard to make him straight. If we don’t at least get to see the scene of him seducing John, I’m calling bullshit.

(more under the cut because this is huge)

Okay, on to my impressions on anime!Gilbert and anime!Violet… it’s a lot to talk about, which is why it took me so long to reply. I’m just… so mad that I’ve become numb, lol. I gotta go reread chapter 6 to cleanse my soul.

Maybe I should start with Violet. The amount of emotion she’s showing is ridiculously disproportional, as always. Her assertions that Gil is definitely fine and that everyone is lying to her are too irrational and going all the way to Dietfriet to ask about Gil was plain weird. I also don’t like how her child self acted as if she had to be “tamed” by Gil, like he had to earn her trust. He was afraid of her at first in canon, while she was the one who chose him as her master.

Speaking of emotion, I felt next to nothing while watching this episode. The whole thing seems to be as lacking as the previous ones, even though it should have been the most emotionally compelling part of the story. Everything is badly explained and everyone just goes along with the flow like they’re string dolls. It’s forced and feels unnatural. For example, Violet’s first meeting with Gil. His brother literally comes to him with a skinny, ravaged-looking child that he was keeping in a potato sack and goes “I’m giving this weapon to you” without any further explanation on where he found her and what exactly she is, and all Gil says is “I understand; I will take her in”. Like????? What the fuck???????

The world-building is also in need of more detail. A lot of things seem out of place. For instance, the navy and the army don’t seem to be hostile towards one another in the anime, and there was no mention of Dietfriet having cut his ties with everyone in the family save for Gil.

I’m also shaken by the fact it seems Gil is hiding from everyone in the anime, including his family. If so, then that’s a major plot hole. I mean, how would he have convinced everyone at work to simply lie to his relatives that he had died? It’s a literal crime. And if he didn’t do that, the only thing I can think of is that he made his entire family lie that he was dead, and even went as far as requesting a fake grave. Either way is heartless as shit. The first one would probably be the worst of all, because imagine him coming back home after Violet finds out that he was actually alive like “LMAO JUST KIDDING”. I would also like to stress that, if the second option is true, that would make Hodgins and Dietfriet pretty OOC. Hodgins because he should be sadder if he really thinks his one and only best friend died in war, and Dietfriet because, if he thought that Gilbert was dead, he would have done anything in his power to kill Violet for failing to protect him (though Dietfriet is already OOC for not being as much of a softie with Gil as he is in canon). But of course, there’s always the third option of KyoAni deciding to say “fuck it all” and killing off Gilbert. At this point, I’d rather have them do that.

Anime!Gil is just too awful, lol. In the novel, he finds himself at several dead-ends as to leaving Violet to someone else’s care, but none of them are being presented in the anime. He’s cold as hell too. He arrives home with Violet like “yeah, you just give her a bath or something and don’t tell anyone about her” as if it’s none of his business. Also, anime!Gil had never seen Violet fighting, so I have no idea how she ended up killing those guys in the training barracks. He could have just said that his brother had made a mistake or something, because any sane person would at least be asking “what are you on” when being told that a thin little girl is a weapon without any further detail.

No idea why Gil didn’t just leave Violet in an orphanage if he didn’t know of her abilities. Plus, felt like he didn’t want to send her to war not because she was a literal child, but because she wouldn’t be useful enough since she’s “too unstable”. He disobeys orders from his superiors to back his claim, which is as odd as Violet disobeying orders from him (unless he’s dying). But even weirder than that was Gil teaching Violet how to read and write. I mean, if he went as far as giving her an education, she was basically ready to live somewhere else like a normal kid. He could have ordered her to forge her own death and sent her to Tiffany and Patrick. So yeah, another plot hole.

About the aforementioned market scene, I’m so full of salt, lmfao. I hated so much that Gil said he was grateful for Violet’s deeds until he realized how fucked-up that is and stopped talking. Just what in all the nine hells? He was basically making a child risk her life and get a shitton of injuries not for the country, but for himself, since he was the only person she fought for. Anime!Gilbert is a complete imbecile, and his charm of “stoic on the outside, actually melted butter on the inside” and “young dad doing his best to raise his adopted daughter and failing marvelously” have pretty much disappeared.

What also disappeared were Violet’s war merits. She’s not as awesome as in the novel, so obviously her nicknames (“Warrior Maiden”, “Leidenschaftlich’s Witch”, etc) are unwarranted, and Gilbert is the one who fires the signal flare of victory instea of her. It doesn’t seem like she has as big of a role either, and we also don’t see how any of her fellow soldiers treat her aside from Gil and Hodgins. There’s no scene whatsoever displaying how Gil was the only person who treated Violet for what she was, a child, while others would either harass her verbally, try to molest/spy on her or not want to get involved with her at all.

We can’t forget how everyone’s fear became true: no Witchcraft. KyoAni wrote it off. I just wanna know why. Just give me a reason, Ishidate. I need an explanation for that one.

Aaaand… this has been a small glimpse of my bottomless disgust for this adaptation. Anyone who wants to e-mail Kyoto Animation requesting a remake has my full support.

#violet evergarden

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