#he has also probably trained his eyes to move independently so he can look at both of the hanging posters above his bed at once | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

rosaramaryllis · 1 year

Text

"ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ" God!AU (Y/N) x Zhongli/Morax

Summary: (Y/N) is the God of Affection, and has a power where she can see who someone loves wholeheartedly. But everytime she looks into Morax's eyes, all she can see is Guizhong.

Author's Note: Started to slack off near the end, sorry if it sounds half-assed. (Probably because it is.) Word Count: 1,035

Morax, the Geo Archon. the God of Contracts. (Y/N), the God of Affection, Love, and all things adoration. They were a reoccurring duo that appeared throughout history. Unfortunately, the Geo Archon had recently passed away, as a result of a trial. Citizens of Liyue mourned while the worshippers of the God of Affection wondered how it had impacted their benevolent deity. In reality, Morax had taken the form of a funeral consultant named 'Zhongli', and (Y/N) had their own human form, and frequently hung out together. The love god would invite him around to go to festivals, or just to have a nice cup of tea together. Of course, Hu Tao would often come along, before having to rush off due to last-minute business. Zhongli and (Y/N) had been through life and death together. He was their superior when it came to training, him being kind enough to show them the reins of becoming a god, and handling all the weird prayers that came in the form of voices in their head. It was overwhelming at first, but Morax helped them through it, and (Y/N) couldn't help but develop a sort of admiration for him. Eventually, (Y/N) started to tag along with him on his travels, and the two bonded. Though they were temporarily separated during the early days of the Archon War, (Y/N) didn't let that bother them, nor did they want to trouble themselves with the war, and for the duration of it, gathered civilians and humans to shelter them in homes that they had built themselves. This empathy and kindheartedness gave (Y/N) their title by the humans, 'The God of Affection', for the love they had shown the mortals. The two met again, later in the war. The humans that (Y/N) kept under their wing were set free to roam the lands after the war, though most of it was destroyed or new islands were formed, like Guyun Stone Forest, created as a result of Morax launching multiple giant stone structures at the God of the Vortex, Osial. It was considered a dangerous place to roam, considering an evil ancient god was right underneath it. Morax was glad that (Y/N) had survived the destruction, and introduced them to the new Archons, amongst them was Barbatos, the Anemo Archon. (Y/N) and Barbatos would be inseparable when they first met, given their shared love of romance and humanity. Unfortunately, he would go into a deep slumber, unaware when he would even wake up.

(Y/N) had become friends with Barbatos, not only because they had things in common, but because they wanted to become more independent, away from Morax. They loved him, and that was the issue. Morax saw them as nothing but a close friend. Even worse, during the Archon War, when they had finally reunited, Morax had also introduced (Y/N) to the Guili Assembly. Guizhong, Cloud Retainer, Mountain Carver. (Y/N)'s power was based off of love, but now it had broken their heart. In his eyes, there was Guizhong. Back then, there was no one in his eyes. The reflection in peoples' eyes only showed who someone loved romantically, without a doubt. But how could (Y/N) hate her? Guizhong was so kind, and even gave up her life for her people. The Guili Assembly mourned, while (Y/N) helped move her people south to avoid the massive flood that invaded right after. They would help preserve her legacy, and remembered her fondly to this day. Sometimes, they would also arrange performances telling about her adventures with other gods, (Y/N) was proud whenever they and the rest of the Guili Assembly were featured in the story.

Previously, (Y/N) didn't see the need to use their 'eye-peeking' power. However, they couldn't help themselves. Just once, they wanted to see their face in his eyes. Even the look of adoration that Zhongli looked at them with everyday wasn't enough. Every time they thought that they might have finally won his heart, his eyes would tell them otherwise.

It was selfish of them, they knew. But just once, they wanted to see themselves in his eyes. Just once.

Just once.

Just. Once. Those words echoed in their head, their heart pounding in their head, what just happened?

Oh no.

(Y/N) laid on the ground, weakly. The burning feeling across their torso starting to render in. It was so painful, like an inferno burning in their chest, probably because it was.

A pyro-axe mitachurl should've been easy for them to eliminate. It should've. So why? Why was the revered God of Affection laying on the ground, nearly cleaved in half?

"..(/N..."

"...(Y/).."

"...(Y/N)..!"

Something else started to fade into their head. This time, they forced themselves to weakly turn their head to the side. A man with a golden shield and a brown suit, their vision was blurring, but they could tell who it was. They always have. Bits of dialogue flew over (Y/N)'s head, but they felt Zhongl- No, Morax's arms lift them off the ground. Was he.. trying to take them to Baizhu? They looked up at the desperate man. He didn't look this bad in years. (Y/N), even with their limited vision and strength, reached out to touch Zhongli's cheek, the other leaning into the touch before trying to reassure them that they would be fine.

They had to be.

(Y/N)'s eyes grew a bright pink as they looked into Zhongli's eyes.

Just once.

And there she was. No, not (Y/N). Guizhong.

(Y/N) switched off their power, their eyes filling up with tears instead. They had no more energy, the pink fading out of their eyes. However, the God would notice something before their death.

In Zhongli's eyes, there was their reflection. It.. wasn't the truth, but perhaps this was close enough.

Finally, they may not have been the closest to his heart at the moment, but at last, he looked at them, and they looked back in the form of his golden irises.

A limp hand fell to their side, the God of Affection dying with a smile on their face.

Tis' but a shame, for the God of Affection loved him so much, but he would never know just how much they did.

#genshin impact zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #genshin scenarios #rex lapis #genshin x reader #angst #unrequited love #guizhong #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x you #morax x reader

416 notes · View notes

mama-qwerty · 1 month

Note

Also, Knuckles seems to go about doing his activities independently, so when Maddie does eventually cool off and decides to unground him, it'd probably also be easy for the other two to fib and say Knux is simply training in addition to the hologram thing

Maddie's pouring over the "Caring for Adoptive Children" books and none of them cover this kinda thing. She's frantically Googling "how to handle a teenager who has been fighting in galactic arenas his entire childhood and falls back to building a gladiator pit in the living room because he can't handle a peaceful life" and unsurprisingly, nothing helpful is coming up.

She finally meditates on it for a bit, and then goes upstairs to talk to Knux about it calmly. Sonic is acting strange, but not so strange she immediately suspects something's up. Tails is a little more fidgety than usual, but hey, it's still fairly early in his and Knuckles living here, so maybe he's also still a little anxious. She gives him a smile and ruffles his bangs before a little caress on his muzzle.

Knuckles is . . . oddly silent. He's standing in the middle of the attic with that familiar scowl. She tries to talk to him, apologize for maybe being too reactionary, and he's still scowling.

Okay, he's still mad, understandable. She tries again. As she talks to him she realizes he's not blinking. Not moving. Like, at all. Narrowing her eyes, she steps closer.

Now Sonic is acting weirder. Trying to distract her. She shoots him a look and he flicks his ears back, pulling his hands to his chest. She turns back to Knuckles and reaches forward to put a hand on his shoulder.

Her hand goes through his shoulder.

Her eyes widen and she slowly turns to Tails, who shrinks a bit, giving her a nervous smile before pulling his Miles Electric out and tapping the screen. She looks back in time to watch Knuckles flicker and blink out of existence.

She takes a breath, holds it, lets it out slowly.

"Okay. I'm not mad. I just want to know where he is."

Sonic and Tails exchange a look.

"We . . . kinda don't know."

She turns to him.

"You don't know."

The hedgehog shakes his head. "He was gone when we came up a few days ago." He held his hands out in a calming gesture. "Now, I'm sure he'll be back, he's probably just, you know, blowing off some steam or figuring things out in his own way."

"He had no idea how to work the toaster and tried to have our dog fight the mailman in a gladiator pit he built in the living room. And you think he'll be okay, out there, all by himself?"

Tails cleared his throat. "Well, Wade hasn't been seen for a few days, either. Maybe Knuckles is with him?"

Maddie rubbed her temples. "And that's supposed to make me feel better?"

The fox gives a little laugh and a shrug.

Sonic zipped over to get her attention. "C'mon now Mom, I'm sure they're both fine. Assuming they're together, which we don't know that they are. But if they are, then they can handle anything that this old planet can throw at them."

~Cut to Knuckles and Wade fighting The Buyer and getting their asses kicked~

#ask me #knuckles series #knuckles the echidna #sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #maddie wachowski

38 notes · View notes

bambolinawrites · 2 years

Text

I caught the L-O-V-E

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x femme!reader (reader has a pussy, uses she/her pronouns and is referred to as a girl/woman)

1.6K words

Synopsis: enemies to lovers, reader wants him but tries to fight it. Set in a quirkless AU where they're in their second year of college. This will have more parts once I write them lol

Warnings: language, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, f!masturbation, drinking, reader gets drunk, breeding mentions, reader imagines having sex with Bakugou

MINORS DNI

Math should be illegal; you think to yourself as you toss your maths book and pencil across the room. You're in college, why should you have to learn trigonometry? You're never going to use it.

You groan and lean back in your chair, cracking your knuckles behind your head. There's a weird stain on the ceiling that's been there since you moved in, you and Ochako used to lie on the floor and try and guess where it came from. You'd joke about how it kind of looked like Aizawa when he used his powers.

There hasn't been a lot of joking going on lately. Both you and Ochako are so stressed about the exams you've hardly said two words to each other, if you're honest you kind of miss her. Ochako is the first real friend you've ever had, spending most of your childhood and teenage years alone in your bedroom reading and playing with your gerbils, Dasher and Dancer. Now you feel like that same lonely kid again.

A knock on the door drags you out of your thoughts and you get up to answer it before you can get too sad. You leave your books (minus your maths book) on the kitchen table and pad barefoot towards the door to your apartment. You and Ochako decided to move off campus for your second year so you could feel more independent. Also, because it was cheaper.

You swing open the door expecting to see Izuku, Ochako's kind-of-but-not-really boyfriend. Instead, the doorway is taken up by a muscular, and kind of angry looking blonde. In jeans and a black tank top that showed off his huge biceps, his spikey hair falling in his face, his vermillion eyes trained on you. He may be the most attractive man you have ever seen.

You know who he is obviously, Katsuki Bakugou. You've seen him hanging around Kirishima and the other 'frat bros'. He's supposed to be one of the smartest in your college, always coming in the top 5. From what Ochako's said, he's slept with every girl on campus too.

"You gonna keep starin' at me, sweetheart, or are ya gonna invite me in?"

His slightly irritated voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you realise you've been staring at him this entire time. Your cheeks flush red and you babble apologies as you step to the side to allow him to come in. You figure he's probably here for Ochako and hope he's not a serial killer.

"Need to speak to Ochako, go get her." He demands as if you're a waitress who got his order wrong. You're taken aback by his tone but decide to ignore it.

"She's not here." You say, folding your arms over your chest, hyperaware of the stain on your hoodie. You think it's pizza sauce but can't be sure. You can't study without this hoodie and lately all you've been doing is studying so it's been a while since it's seen a washing machine.

"What do you mean 'she's not here'. She's supposed to help me with something now go get her." He snaps at you. You blink at the aggression and straighten your back.

"I told you; I can't go get her. She isn't here." You seethe trying to stay calm. Bakugou steps forwards and you resist the urge to shy away. He stops when you're practically nose to nose and you can see him clench his jaw in frustration.

"Well, where the fuck is she then?" He barks, so close you can smell his toothpaste and aftershave. Mint and burnt sugar. You tilt your chin up and glare back at him. There is no way in hell you are going to let a man talk to you like that in your own damn house.

"I don't know where she is, but you can go and wait for her somewhere else." You grab his vest and begin to drag him towards the door. His eyes widen in surprise and you've no doubt that's the only reason he lets you drag him.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" He looks utterly bewildered, like he's never heard the word no once in his life. It would be comical if you weren't so pissed off.

"I'm kicking you out. This is my house and I'll be dammed if I let a man walk all over me in it." With that you give him one last push out the front door and slam it in his face, slipping the chain on the hook for good measure.

When Ochako gets back and you explain everything she laughs for a good twenty minutes straight. You were afraid she might be mad at you but she seems delighted.

"You're definitely not mad?" You check when she calms down. She lets out another soft giggle and shakes her head.

"Hey, I'm just glad someone finally put him in his place." And then she's in hysterics again and you can't fight the grin that spreads across your face.

You don't see Bakugou again until Ochako drags you to a party under the guise of 'letting off steam' when you know all she really wants is to see Izuku. You pull on a tight black dress that shows off a lot more cleavage than your used to and follow her to the party anyway.

It's at the same dumb frat house Bakugou lives at but you honestly couldn't care less. And yes, maybe part of that is the vodka shots you, Ochako and Izuku did before you left but part of it is also because you refuse to be afraid of a man like Bakugou.

You walk through the doors and the music is so loud you can feel it in your chest. Weirdly, you kind of like it. Ochako and Izuku immediately disappear to God knows where but you try not to mind. You think they're cute together and you want Ochako to be happy, even if that means leaving you on your own.

You make your way to the kitchen and pour yourself a vodka coke, classic and it'll get the job done is what you think. You lean against the counter and survey the scene before you. This isn't the first party you've been to but it's definitely the biggest. From here you can see at least two people having sex, three doing drugs, at least seven people passed out and someone doing the macarena to a Nicki Minaj song. The whole scene makes you want to laugh.

You haven't seen Bakugou yet, not that you've been looking for him. It's just that if you'd seen him, you definitely would've recognised him. But you definitely weren't looking. You take a sip of your drink.

A while later, when you're drunk enough to forget any anxiety, someone changes the track in the middle of some indie slow song with misogynistic overtones and Sabrina Carpenter’s Nonsense comes on and you let out a little squeal. This song has been your obsession as of late.

You abandon your cup and run into the living room and start dancing. You've never been a particularly good dancer, far too clumsy for that but the alcohol makes you forget that and your start to have fun for the first time all night. Maybe all year.

You're still dancing wildly three songs later when you smack into the wooden coffee table and start to fall over. You feel a strong pair of hands grab you by the waist and right you on your feet. You spin round a little too quickly with the intention of thanking the person but you wobble a little and they have to right you again.

You giggle and look up, your eyes meeting a familiar pair of vermillion eyes. You gasp a little and then curse yourself for being stupid. It's his house, of course he was going to be here. Before you can say anything, Bakugou smirks at you, his large hands still on your waist, squeezing slightly.

"You should be more careful, doll." He chides and then walks away. You watch him disappear somewhere in the crowd and leave you wondering what the fuck just happened.

You go home that night, tipsy and still thinking about Bakugou and his big, strong hands. You own hands make their way down your body and below the waistband of your pyjamas. Your mind cloudy with thoughts of Bakugou's much thicker fingers, the cocky smirk on his face that makes you think he'd know exactly how to handle you.

You rub slow circles on your clit and close your eyes, imagining it was him touching you instead. You think about the way it felt when he touched you, the burnt sugar smell of him, the way his eyes lingered on the low neck of your dress. You wonder how many girls he’s actually been with. Whether he actually knows what he’s doing. You wonder how big he is. His frame is huge, broad shoulders, rippling muscles, more than double your size so he must be big.

You think about his mouth, how good it would feel to have him between your legs, strong hands gripping your thighs while he laps at your clit.

You’re arching off the bed, fingers swirling faster and faster on your sticky, wet heat. Other hand under your shirt to play with your nipples, tugging and pinching them just the way you like. You try hard to stay quiet but the thought of what Bakugou could do to you, what you want him to do to you, has you crying out so loud you’re certain everyone in the building heard. You don’t have it in you to care though as you’re hurtling towards your release.

The thought that makes you come undone is picturing how pretty he’d look when he cums. Brows furrowed, lips bitten and falling into a pretty O shape, moaning your name as he cums deep inside you.

------------------------------------

Hi, I hope you enjoyed! I will definitly be making more parts to this as I see this as a whole enemies to lovers fic. Likes and rb's appreciated, let me know what you think!

#bambolina writes #katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou katsuki #katsuki smut #bakugou smut #katsuki x f!reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #mha fic #mha smut #mha x y/n

428 notes · View notes

plutosexc · 2 years

Text

— Mitsuya BF! Headcanons —

✧ pairing ; mitsuya takashi x gn!reader

✧ warnings + genre ; none + fluff, writing is informal at some parts

✧ a/n ; it's been a hot min since i actually wrote somethin, so pls enjoy. reblogs are appreciated :))

꠵ First off, Mitsuya Takashi is a family man. He’s the kind of guy you’d be excited to introduce to your parents. Especially if you have siblings, he’d be so sweet to them bc he has sisters of his own.

꠵ Mitsuya isn’t really big on gift-giving. Of course, he’ll buy you something if he knows you want it bc anything to make you happy. But his love language is naturally acts of service with a little words of affirmation.

꠵ There was one instance you were swamped with work at school and had to stay some extra hours to complete a group project, but you also had to pick up your brother from school and grab some meat from the market. Mitsuya had asked to hang out, but you explained to him how busy you were and that you'd have no time. He offered to help, but you refused bc you're a stubborn ass. Mitsuya loved that you were independent, though sometimes it truly annoyed him.

꠵ He literally didn't listen to you. (LMFAO) Deadass was like “ok”, knowing he was gonna help you anyways. As soon as school let out, he went to pick up your brother. On the way, he stopped to buy your favorite meat from the market. (always going the extra mile 👩🏽‍💻)

꠵ Rely on him!! He loves being able to help you and he’s so used to taking care of everyone. Give him cute spa days to make him feel appreciated <3

꠵ Love. love. loves complimenting/affirming you. "You're beautiful." "You look good in anything you wear." "You're so smart angel." "I'm always here for you." I just know he loves pet names.

꠵ He'd definitely send you messages in the morning that read something like, "have a good day pretty, let me know if you need anything :)" and night messages that read something like, "goodnight angel, i hope you sleep well!"

꠵ Mitusya absolutely adores your voice. It doesn't matter what you're talking about, but he'll listen attentively. The way this boy is so down bad for you, he can listen for hours. He gets so happy when you talk to him about your interests. Honestly, he's just grateful you trust him enough to share it with him.

꠵ Anyone who knows Mitsuya knows that he's very observant and can quickly pick up when you're upset. He'd talk to you about it, but if you're not ready then he won't pressure you. Mitsuya respects your boundaries and wants you to feel comfortable with him, so he moves at your pace.

꠵ Mitsuya loves watching you do the little things like tying your hair, or your face when you're super focused, picking out your outfit for the day, etc. He's just completely enamored with you bc you're his angel <33

꠵ Not really the jealous type because he knows you only have eyes for him and he's secure in the relationship. (not even on some cocky shit) But this is not to say that sometimes things don't get to him.

꠵ One time you just kept talking about this guy you had seen on the train and how cool he was dressed. I mean you went on and on, so Mitsuya politely shut you up with a kiss. It took you by surprise at first, but then you realized he was probably feeling a little jealous. We cannot be having the best boy feeling jealous. Sooo you were extra touchy n affectionate after to make up for it. (he ate that shit up fr)

꠵ Whenever he gets the chance, he takes you on night walks and you guys listen to his playlist while holding hands. (he made you a playlist idc what anyone says) Mitsuya is usually very busy, but he'll make time for you guys to spend alone together. He starts going through withdrawals when he hasn't seen you for too long. (no joke)

꠵ Overall Mitsuya is just the best boy!!! He'd love you, support you, take care of you and push you to do your best. (basically find urself a Mitsuya)

✧ taglist | taglist form

@mypimpademia @lilsparkyswife @royalelusts @racistareversa @b4ngal @brithedemonspawn @0risha @koulia @crapimahuman @shujisprettybabe @sukunasbabymama @haruchyio @taskilla @ccxiia @babydaddyleorio @fiona782 @ordinarycloud @sscarchiyo @passionateuchiha

✧ a/n ; i havent written in a while so i apologize if it’s not as good as my other works, but i’ll wrk on it. ty for reading :)

#— sim writes for tokyo revengers #mitsuya x you #mitsuya takashi headcanons #mitsuya hcs #takashi mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #tokyo revengers mitsuya #mitsuya fluff #mitsuya headcanons #mitsuya takashi fluff #mitsuya takashi x reader #mitsuya imagines #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokrev mitsuya #mitsuya tr #takashi mitsuya

411 notes · View notes

multifandomhellhole · 1 year

Text

Eyeless jack headcannons

Since everyone in the creepypasta fandom has their own headcannons on ej and his anatomy/abilities I decided to hop on the train and do my own finally. Seeing that I'm a creepypasta veteran who never did headcannons before...it's alot and very long...good luck ej soldiers.

decided to start from his physical attributes and slowly work down from there but slowly lost the structure I had so. Yeah.

He is a tall guy Just shy of 6'2, standing straight up that is, he typically is hunched over juuuust a bit for convince that only shaves off an inch or so.

Hes almost pure muscle but isn't at all jacked and swollen but rather lanky and lean, with a broader chest and shoulders. Designed for speed rather than brute strength. He has those hip bones and collar bones that potrude under skin that make him almost sickly looking…probably from malnorishment as he eats on the basis like a Wild animal.

He has thick, course, dark brown hair that is messy. And somewhat curly. Prior to being in your care/ treated it has not been washed and is muddy, tangled and feels more like corse fur than anything. He does wash it but that's when he showers and that only happens when he's killed a victim at a house that has a shower.

He is in fact missing both eyes and does have empty black sockets (since old dry blood is black) of where they should be. At one point when the injury was fresh they were Infected but he knew how to sterilize them. In public he usually uses an extremely tinted pair of glasses that cover them. Also with covid times a face mask helps cover his unusual mouth as well without being questionable. He does have Eyelids too fyi.

His mouth is definitely one of his most unsettling traits. His teeth are nothing but sharp and needle like, the worst part isn't that he has these types of teeth but how wide his mouth can get in to bite with them. His mouth looks normal size at first and when attempting to speak, make facial expressions, or mouthing words it appears like an average mouth. But when he has the intent of killing or frightening something his lips can stretch back and widen to reveal his teeth and his jaw can expand way past human limits. The reason for that is the cult sawed his bottom jaw into two, connected by a tendon and put it back together like that causing his mouth to be very snake like in the way it functions. Like a snake, his bottom jaw halves can move independently and stretch apart to a certain extent allowing him to eat faster, more, and do more damage.

His skin is a gray with a bluish hue due to his argyria( a skin disease caused by the exposure or ingestion of silver. Which I headcannon to have been caused by the cult.) This disease also causes neurological damage so ej does suffer from that effect as well which is why he can't remember many parts of his life before coming a monster and the parts that he can remember are quick flashes that set off at random times, if ever(he trauma of being tortured for months also contributed to his amnesia, those two combined have erased almost all his past life). Now this doesn't mean ej doesn't know that he once had a normal life. He's a smart creature and can deduct based off of the flashes of his memory that do occasionally come through, the basic actions of human kind that he knows instinctively ie human behaviour/concepts that he has ingrained in his brain, how he physically and mentally is closer to us than any other life form hes familiar with, and so on and so forth, that he was once human. that he came from a normal, merry life such as the ones his victims have lived… and that something spoiled that. And obviously that knowledge comes with heavy emotion.

He has two tounges that are always present, they are the result of his normal one tounge being split into two by the cult that healed as two seperate ones. they are very long and work Independently of one another as well. He having demonic influence has another set of tounges creating 8 in total.

His ears are pointed like an elfs, not so long that they extend past his head but they do stick out a bit from his hair. They have very sharp hearing and can hear the heart beat of someone in close proximity such as, shoulder to shoulder or fsce to face …of if bitting their throat. But it's not perfect/fool proof..as noises can often sound the same or be labeled off as something else if you can't see what made it.

He has clawed hands and clawed feet the claws on his feet are more curved. Both his hands and feet fairly human in terms of shape and size, his fingers are a little longer than normal but not to noticeable. The tips of his fingers and are darker than the rest of him. Not jet black but more like a powdered black so to speak. Nothing mittens and socks won't cover. His nails are particularly tough and almost straight. They function like cat claws, they are designed to slice, puncture, and rip rather than paw and pin like a dog's.

I feel like I should dig in a bit more with how his eyes function and just his overall bodily functions and how his general mind works.

starting with vision- He Is blind in terms of human eyesight. Waving your hand In Front him he will not see it. but if its loud and frantic enough will still be able to snap it off as if he could see. That's because he can get a basic understanding/blueprint of his surroundings by using all other senses(smell,taste,touch, hear) and also via vibrations (the main sense he uses). For example, if something drops, the vibration of it hitting the ground and it sending energy up and down the nearby walls and any surroundings would give him a basic outline of the fallen object and the surroundings that vibration/energy got transferred through . How hard the impact/drop is means the more vibrations meaning the more he can see. With that said when pursuing a victim his main goal is to make them give off intense factors of all 4 senses, such as making a wound or getting them to bleed for tracking the strong sent of blood, making them cry, Scream, gasp, etc for loud noises to pinpoint their location (also cause noise bounces of objects and works as impact) and obviously and most importantly make them run so that the impact of their feet works as a perfect radar but also a continuous, pulsing view of his surroundings with each harsh step. Obviously this takes a lot of effort and there are plenty of ways a victim could disorient him(if given enough time to observe him and if they were to think calmly and rationally). so that is why he perfers to strike at night and when his victim is asleep. Or at least at as much as a visual disadvantage as he would be during the day and swiftly enough that they can't evaluate him or even logically asses him. Speaking of which During the day it's obviously the worst time for his sense and for catching humans (especially at noon where human activity is at most). The loud rumble of passing cars drown out all other noises, the intense vibrations of the engines, dozens and dozens of voices, the thousands of differents sounds such obnoxiously loud radios and voices of crowds that bring to light every tiny object within the vicinity and bounce off of every wall overload him to torture. and his least favorite of all, the awful smell of exhaust that chokes his poor lungs and burns his nostrils. If I could pick a worst possible scenario for ej it'd be getting lost in LA during lunch hour. He'd probably just curl up into a screaming ball of pain lime a stressed frog. With this said he can be spooked off with excess noise. Screaming while banging pots and pans with multiple people will send him retreating like a racoon found in a dumpster.

With all that said the sky is the one thing he cannot distinguish. If you were to climb a tree in the distance without alot of noise/attention, he would pass by like nothing. That or a hawk soaring particularly high without beating its wings he would remain unaware.

Same thing for objects. For example let's say he broke into someone's house and ended up in the kitchen, if a cup dropped off the counter as he was feeling around he would most likely "see" part of the counter and the tile, but would not see the cupboards and such as the vibration caused by the cup falling would not be strong enough to bring the cupboard into view. so if he tried to hop over the counter to get to his prey that gasped or jumped at the sight of him and the cup breaking, he would most likely hit the cupboard with his head.

With that also said hiding behind object is also smart as small/medium vibrations would have a hard time mapping density. Using the same example, if you where already aware he broke in and kept you cool enough to hide behind the counter with no noise. The cup breaking would travel up the counter tile first, most likely not having enough vibrations to pass through it completely, let alone reach you, so you would remain undetected as long as you didn't react. (Also for both examples he's in your house so everything smells like you so he wouldn't be able to rely on smell all that well, if your uninjured.)

Sonic booms help him see a lot, almost the whole room his in from top to bottom with the rumble up the walls and sometimes even making dishes clatter. but the noise does make him jump. It's like he opened his eyes for about a second but hit a gong at the same time. Just pray one doesn't happen while you hiding or being hunted by him.

Hopefully that clears things up a bit and the examples where useful.

Because of his unique eyesight, he has great image memory and analysis.

Very animal like in behavior but still managable if conditioned right. As I've said he Remembers basic human behaviour/concepts and can recognize such, like clothes and the concept of being clothed in public and in general. houses and apartments, cars, age differences in people (such as who's an adult, who's a kid,and whose In-between), marriage and romantic bonds, parental bonds, fucking/the act of sex, drugs, alcohol, money everyday life stuff that has been ingrained in his mind so much that they stick even after he became what he is as its the minds instinct to recognize them, Since he was a very successful med student and regularly was observing operations as he was a star pupil and certain basic medical practices, tools, and procedures were ingrained into his mind just like the previously stated normal day things, so he can perform some specific surgeries, sterilize tools, basically all medical procedures he once practiced as if they were instinct and as common as one would tie their shoes. but his mind is still muddled in general, his past normal/human college life is in faded, shattered memories that pop up every once in a while and that Is something that will most likely never change.

His voice box was partially destroyed by the cult and therefore can no longer normally speak in the sense of forming audible and coherent sentences excluding grunts screeches, howls, squeals, hisses, and hence has adapted to using animalistic like behavior to exhibit language.plus when captured by the cult he eventually stopped speaking, they wouldn't listen to that.

He does in fact also use universal body language to communicate such as cocking his head to show confusion or observation, whistling to get somethings attention or alert something, nodding his head to show he agrees or understands, shrugging his shoulders to say idk or idc, shaking his head to show disappointment or as a no or disagreement. thumbs up and thumbs down and middle thumb to show his opinion on something, etc. Sighs and huffs to show dissatisfaction or annoyance, moans to show pleasure and/or pain, etc. He doesn't know hand language as he would need to see to learn.

He kinda stares alot...like alot alot. Just following you around silently at a distance, black eyes watching you cook, clean, Work or move in general unblinking. Usually if you aknowledge him with a "yes or can I help you he'll stop, silently walking the other way or busying himself with something on a nearby shelf

I don't personally headcannon him with tail but if he had one it would be small slender hairless tail, barely extends past his ass cheeks.

Actually now I do.

Body hair wise he has very little. It's still there but very thin and sparse.

Ej has lapses of mental states, some days he's more human and acts like it, he combs out his hair, he takes out his victims remains, brushes his teeth, etc.Other lapses are when he's a demon/more creature, here his behavior is more animalistic and basic. Such as instead of using huffs and sounds of disproval to show irritation hell snap and snarl, he may take off/rip off his clothes as they don't feel right, chew random things, drink dirty sink water, throw up, and might eat expired food or raw food, not that it would really hurt him, to slate hunger (that's usually when he eats humans recklessly, where people find his kills), etc.

Depending if his mind is more human that day or time, he walks normally, with flat feet and his hands in his hoodie. On less human days where he's more creature than man he walks on his tippy toes, alert, to pivot and dart quickly with his hands pulled up slightly like a raptor.That's a tell tale sign on what type of ej your dealing with that day and to change accordingly.

And now for what you've all been waiting for...

Yes he Does go into heat.....

Both a top and a bottom, basically just seeks pleasure on any form and doesn't really have a goal regarding his partner. Very basic thinking as in he wants to cum so will make himself cum. Definitely would need to be trained in the very basics of 2 people sex. Such as the importance of consent( . If you don't you'll most likely end up dead or in the best case possible severely inconvenienced and raked up.) Having a demon humping your leg at 3 am after an exhausting day is not exactly great. Especially when he decides to bury his needle like teeth in your leg to keep you still after you try to shove him off.

Or if your on your period/bleeding in anyway and he thinks your his latest kill and tackles you it's not gonna be fun.

Domination is the best to establish rules and his role. That's the only eay you'll probably survive living with him really is by dominating him sexually and just normally. Basically girlboss him.

He has a knot. I don't make the rules.You're a demon you have to have one.

his dick isn't grey like the rest of him but it's redish pink and very fleshy. Definitely not human looking either, it has odd fringes and fleshy "spikes" as well as the head being more pointed.

I feel I'm gonna cut it there for now so timblr doesnt crucify me and might make a part two if anymore headcannons develop/ come to mind.

#eyeless jack #Creepypasta #E.j.#Creepypasta headcannons #I hate tumblrs character limit

34 notes · View notes

count-alucard-tepes · 1 year

Text

Headcanons : The type of significant other they would have…

Kizaru💫

He probably married someone he met while on duty on an island when he was in his 30s. He doesn’t really care about race or body type, anyone in front of him would really look tiny anyway…unless of course they were tall too! He probably would be separated from his significant other due to his job and he probably has a few women he has flings with in and out of the Navy. I think he would prefer someone who is younger than him but otherwise it’s more of a connection he has with the person. He’s a lot of handle and if you can keep up…you’ve caught his eye.

Akainu🌋

He would probably marry the daughter of someone in the World government or a higher up in the Marines. He probably got married in his late 30s to mid 40s as he is very career driven. His significant other would be levelheaded and a calm presence to be around and she would be from 30 to 35 years old or if she’s younger, she has a mature personality. They would share common interests such as gardening and cooking meals together. He is loyal to his wife and has no need for affairs or other such distracts.

Sir Crocodile🐊

He enjoys someone who isn’t overbearing and clingy, they need to be independent and have their own thing going on rather than someone who constantly needs affection from him. He likes a strong woman, physically and mentally. She would be in her late 20s and older with a strong devil fruit ability. He’s loyal to just her as that’s all he needs really, someone to talk with, make love to and even raise a child with. He doesn’t have a wandering eye and nor does she. The loyalty between them is unquestionable.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

He doesn’t have just one significant one, he has multiple women that he has around him when he at his palace. He likes them to be petite and preferably without any devil fruit abilities. The younger the better (but of legal age of course). Women flock to him because well he’s powerful and rich, he takes good care of them as long as they dance to his tune and don’t get on his bad side. Women come and go to him and he doesn’t really care, they’re free to go as there will always be someone to replace them but don’t think you can run back to him once you’re gone. Once you’re part of his harem, don’t fuck it up….even talking to some guy will get you in a lot of trouble.

Benn Beckmann🔫

He always favored younger women who were humble and not pirates. He doesn’t want to find a lady that he had an entanglement with. Also, he’s not husband material according to himself, he just doesn’t want the expectations to be a good husband even though he’d be a good one! He likes a woman who stands up for herself and someone who is confident but not a clingy, emotionally unstable woman…he feels it’s too much for him to deal with and would move on if he’s not happy with the relationship they have. He definitely likes strong women and if you can dominate him in the bedroom, that’s all he needs. Physical appearance doesn’t really matter to him.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

His preferred partner would be someone who is strong so she can take care of herself when he’s away and she would most likely be a pirate that joined the Big Mom crew. She would share his love for sweets and probably brought him sweet treats often which he is why he took a liking to her. It took him months before he revealed his face to her and when she accepted him, he was completely smitten and asked her to marry him on the spot. He stands up for her and doesn’t let anyone disrespect his wife.

Killer🔪

His significant other would be someone that he met on his many travels with his crew probably while he was out training on his own or at a bar. He is shy when it comes to someone who he attracted to so the person would really have to pull him out of his shell. He likes confident and strong people who are emotionally mature and definitely wants that in his significant other. Age, gender and race doesn’t matter to him but being loyal and genuinely caring for him is something that pulls this heartstrings. Their spontaneous nature would be appealing to him as he is a more calculated and level headed person but he does like the adrenaline rush of a spur of the moment activity.

Kaido🐉

His significant other would have definitely been one of the same race as him as he prefers this and she has to be physically strong. She had a very similar appearance to Yamato and this hurts Kaido deeply as his son grew up because it was a constant reminder of his lost wife. She was a calm figure around him and always kept him grounded and even somewhat humble. They probably met after he left the Rocks Pirates and conceived Yamato but she died shortly after giving birth. Even though Kaido has several flings with numerous women, he can never fill the void that developed after his wife’s death….but liquor somewhat helps.

King👑

He found his significant other in the skies as he enjoys flying high to clear his mind and one day, met the love of his life. She probably ate a devil fruit that allows her to fly and this is how they spend most of their time together. She eases his mind and her calm presence makes it easier to be himself and allow himself to vent if he needs to. Her looks or race doesn’t matter to him, personality means a lot to him. He doesn’t care if she’s not that strong, he’d protect her. He likes a witty woman that isn’t shallow.

Queen👑

He’s pretty picky with his harem of women that he keeps around him. Got to have a cute face, a nice figure and nice titties to get his attention even though he doesn’t care much about his appearance or the fact that he isn’t the hottest guy. In his mind, he’s God’s gift to women. Queen is egotistic af and knows ladies love being around him or at his side. He probably doesn’t even know all the names of the women around him and would probably just call them ‘sweety’ or ‘angel’ just to seem cool. He is not the loyal type and doesn’t give a fuck if you are either! He always swarmed by women and he loves every moment of it.

#ooc #one piece akainu #doffy one piece #one piece #one piece crocodile #sir crocodile #doflamingo donquixote #doflamingo #one piece kizaru #kizaru borsalino #akainu sakazuki #katakuri charlotte #king one piece #queen one piece #benn beckman #kaido one piece #donquixote doflamingo

50 notes · View notes

sakuralovespossums · 2 months

Text

Nanami Kento with a laid back daughter (cause I thought it was a funny idea)

I know Nanami said he wouldn’t marry or start a family until after he retired from jujutsu, but let’s say in this au he just has one.

I feel like if Nanami had a family (spouse or child), he wouldn’t really bring it up since he prefers to keep his social/family life outside of work.

But he has a teenage daughter who happens to be a sorcerer student at Tokyo Tech. And she is the total opposite of her strict workaholic dad with her unemployed personality.

99% of people don’t even know their related or just don’t believe it.

His daughter also takes most of her looks from her mom, which only adds onto the disbelief of them being family.

She did train under him, so she’s pretty strong and shouldn’t be underestimated. Her uniform hides her muscles.

Imagine finding her sleeping on a couch and trying to prank her by jumping on her, only for it to feel like you landed on a concrete slab.

She has a “go with the flow” mindset towards everything, as opposed to how her dad sees a lot of things with a more cynical and hardened view.

Nanami does admire it though deep down since it means she’s more mentally prepared to face the pain and loss that comes with being a sorcerer.

Most of their interactions have Nanami scolding his daughter for always being late to classes, tidying up her school uniform, and talk about other home life related stuff. Meanwhile her stoned expression never changes and she just replies with a casual “mmhmm” repeatedly, much to his annoyance.

His daughter and Gojo would definitely get along due to their shared easy going personalities, much to Nanami’s dread.

Gojo has heard of her a few times whenever Nanami would briefly bring up his family life. So once he finally gets to meet Nanami’s mysterious daughter and sees how polar opposite she is to him, he couldn’t stop laughing about it and quickly grew a liking towards her.

Nanami split ways with his daughter’s mom (either divorced or broken up or idk) so he lived as a single dad with his little girl until she moved out to live in the school dorms.

He was definitely against having his daughter go to Jujutsu Tech to become a sorcerer. Not just out of fear over losing her, but also because he doesn’t want her to experience the same trauma he went through when he was a student. He would try to detour his daughter’s mind away from jujutsu and instead encourage her to pursue a normal career and education. He knows they’re all shit regardless, but at least the latter is a lot safer.

Unfortunately, for as much as his daughter is a passive person, she’s also very stubborn and independent. He feels like she gets that from both him and her mother.

They argue about it a lot but he eventually (and reluctantly) allows her to go. Probably only because he would at least be at the school a lot too, so he could keep an eye on her.

He’s not a helicopter parent. He knows how capable and tough his daughter is considering he raised her that way.

He cooks meals for his daughter whenever he can and also buys a lot of bakery bread (no surprise) and drops them off at her dorm room.

“パパ (papa), you really don’t have to leave so much food. The school already has a kitchen.”

“I know, I was a student here. And no, I’m not letting all this go to waste.”

He make sure she has the survival skills to adapt to her surroundings/challenges, such as having backup plans/skills for office jobs (in case she decides to leave jujutsu and pursue a normal career).

People around the school don’t often see her much since she’s either sleeping the day away in her room or is on a mission with her dad.

She’s a second year student.

When the first years find out about her, they. Are. PLUCKED.

“Ehhhhhhhh?!?!?!?! Nanami-sensei has a daughter?!?!” Yuji and Nobara shout, which annoys Megumi.

They probably first hear about her through Gojo, Nanami, or the second years (who are friends with her).

Yuji will be so hyped and wanna know everything about her. Nobara is so excited to meet another female sorcerer and wants to know what kind of fashion, desserts, and other girly things she likes (surely someone who’s related to Nanami-sensei must also share his sharp fashion style). Megumi is admittedly curious and would like to meet this person so he can see for himself what she’s like.

Cut to them bumping into a drowsy teenager with messy hair and ruffled pajamas stumbling into the kitchen.

Yuji is surprised

Nobara is disgusted

Megumi is indifferent

This is Nanami-sensei’s DAUGHTER? 😓

Meanwhile said daughter, whose brain is still waking up, stares at the new faces with a lazy smile, wondering who they are.

“Keiko, please look more presentable. The first year students came to meet you.”

*Nanami facepalms*

The longer the day they spend with her, they can’t help but feel a bit disappointed (especially Nobara) and still struggle to wrap their heads around that idea of the messy haired girl in the kitchen was anywhere near related to Nanami.

It isn’t until they see her in action that they really start to see the resemblance.

Since then they view her with more respect and look up to her, often calling her senpai.

To give an idea for how tough she is, she can keep up with Maki in a fight/training for hours. They trained a lot together.

She also has her dad’s temper, so be warned. It’s already scary seeing Nanami get deeply angry, so to see a chill girl like her go through that is just petrifying.

Don’t mess with the Kento family.

She can speak a little bit of Danish from what her dad taught her (Nanami has Danish ancestry on his mom’s side).

Maybe he flew her there once or twice when she was a toddler to meet her extended family. Idk

I think Keiko would be a good name for her.

That’s all I got for now!

#jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #platonic Nanami Kento x oc #jujutsu kaisen oc #DILFF Nanami

5 notes · View notes

kookieswan · 2 years

Note

CANDIII I SAW YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND I'M IN THE MOOD FOR ULTIMATE ANGSTY FLUFF AND NO ONE DOES IT BETTER THAN YOU ♥️🥺

I was wondering if i can request something angsty fluffy with Jimin... Like, the reader is super independent, never asking for help even if they need it, believing the best way to accomplish a task or dealing with any emotion is to do it by themselves. And one day while they are trying to deal with something on their own jimin tries to help and while talking to them he says something along the lines of "You don't have to do this alone," and that kind of becomes the breaking point for the reader cause no one ever said this to them or showed this sentiment to them??!

Also if i come up with some more can i send them in?? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻, I've just been in very angsty fluffy mood these days 😔!

Here's an otter cause i adore them (hope you like them too), hope your day is going fabulous, love ya ♥️♥️♥️

Breaking Point

Jimin x Independent!Reader

Word Count: 759

Genre: College!AU, fluff, slight angst.

Your chosen barista: Jimin 🐥

You poor thing. It sounds like you’re having a hard time, but I’ve got something special for you! A nice fresh cup of chamomile tea with a dash of honey and a sugar cookie on the side. I hope this helps raise your spirits beautiful.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A nightmare. This report is nothing but a nightmare. You’ve been sitting in the universities library for hours now, trying to figure it, knowing that you can if you apply yourself. It’s late enough now that no one’s really around, just you and the thoughts that are currently eating you alive.

The only saving grace of this situation is Jimin; he texted you earlier after dance practice, saying that he’d come pick you up. He’s honestly the sweetest, always there when you need him even if you try not to. Something catches the corner of your eye as you bite in the Weser of your pencil, and you let out an internal sigh of release as you spot him jogging up the steps.

“Hey! Whatcha working on cutie?” Jimin rounds the corner of the library, loud whisper echoing through the otherwise quiet room. You give him a small smile, gesturing to the large number of papers in front of you dramatically. Things may be shitty right now, but at least he’s here.

“Just the lab report from earlier in the week. I forgot to get it done and I’m having some issues with the math.” Your boyfriend moves to stand beside you, dropping his own backpack by the edge of the table. He leans in, pushing his freshly bleached blond hair out of his face as his eyes roam. Jimin looks so effortlessly handsome while you likely look like a train wreck right now.

“I can help you out with it, I already turned mine in yesterday so it should be a breeze.” You’re still pouty about the fact that he has the same class as you, just a different section. Joining his was a no go though, the damn thing filled up in what seemed like seconds. Sighing, shake your head, knowing you can finish this on your own… Probably. He has enough on his plate, you don’t want to add to it.

“You don’t have to Min, I can figure it out myself. I’m sorry it’s taking me so long, I promise I’ll be done soon and we can head home after I finish it.” If you finish it. All of the words are blending together, nothing making any sense as you try to read the next portion. You barely register Jimin sitting down beside you, and hand resting on your shoulder, feather light.

“… You don’t have to do this alone baby. I want to help you, really. Helping you, being there for you is never a burden to me, okay?” Something in your mind snaps and it’s your breaking point. The blurriness of the pages increase until you can’t see anymore. A tear drips down your cheek, then another, then another rolls down, hitting the forgotten paper of the report as you hunch over. Jimin’s wrapped around you almost instantly, holding you gently enough as if not to shatter you fully.

“Shh, hey it’s okay sweetheart, don’t cry. I mean it, I’ll always be here for you. I’d help you write a million reports, a billion even just to be by your side.” A tiny, wet giggle escapes you as you sniffle, wiping your face on the edges of your sweater. Looking to Jimin shyly, his eyes crinkle, face bright as the sun. He swipes a few of the stray tears offyour cheeks quickly, looking beefy endeared if not a little sad.

“How about this, we’ll stop for some coffee or tea on the way home and have a movie night! The report isn’t due for a few more days anyway, so I can help you tomorrow. How does that sound? Just you and me and a nice soft bed.” Snuggling in closer to him, you nod against his neck as his hand rubs up and down your back, plump lips leaving chaste kisses against your head.

You unwrap yourself slowly, watching as he gathers everything up for you, putting all your stuff away without question. He picks up his bag, then yours as you try to protest, giggling out that he’s a strong boy and can handle it. The final thing he grabs for is your hand, fingers wiggling as an invitation to hold on, so you do. You hold on as tightly as you can.

“Thank you Minnie… For always helping me out even when I don’t ask for it.” He hums, softly pulling you toward the door of the building. You follow willingly, completely enamored by the charming man.

“It’s really my pleasure sweetheart. I’d do anything to spend my time with you.”

#bangtan cafe weekend ❤️#jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin drabble #jimin fluff #jimin angst #bts x you #bts x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts

60 notes · View notes

autumnsart22 · 3 years

Text

Waking up with Levi

Waking up with a possessive Levi oneshot 🙏 If you want more (plus smut lolll), you can read the prequel “The Night Before” here!

Inspo:

AKJFHDIUSGHIUHD PLEASE 🥵🥵🥵

Usually, Levi woke up early. Like god awful, before the sun has even begun to rise early. He had met your fury on more than one occasion when he tried to kick you out of his room before dawn, insisting that you couldn’t get caught together.

It made sense: a cadet and a captain? Rumors of favorable treatment and sleeping to the top would hound you, and that was definitely not something you wanted to deal with. But it was still annoying to have to sneak around.

It wasn’t like you were hiding any sort of real relationship with Levi, since you had both agreed to keep it physically based only. Being a Scout meant the risk of dying constantly, and worrying about another person wasn’t something that we could afford. And although you didn’t know the specifics, you knew that Levi had lost more people than you could imagine; he had no interest in losing another person he loved, so he just tried not to love anyone at all.

Unfortunately, he made it very difficult for you to not fall for him. You tried, truly. You had the whole “I’m an independent person, I don’t need no men,” talk, and you insisted to yourself that your feelings were purely physical.

At first, that was probably true. You had been meeting up with Levi secretly for months, and most of the time it was sex and then he left. Just a way to distract each other. But then there were other times when he came to check on you when you were sick, and insisted you rode with his squad, and brought you food to your room after a long day of training. He was blunt and rude most of the time, and he definitely wasn’t the most talkative, but he showed he cared about you in other ways.

Fuck him and his perfect, stupid face...

...which was now only inches from your own. The early morning sun shone across the room, illuminating his sleeping features as he continued to breathe lightly, his mouth slightly open. A bit of his hair had flopped across his face, and you had the sudden urge to brush it back; except that your hands were pinned by his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

Which also made you realize that you were completely naked, in Levi’s room, and the sun was up.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

You could hear the sounds of the rest of the Scouts already awake, shouts as people trained and went to the dining hall, and footsteps passing Levi’s room.

How had this happened????

Sure, you both had stayed up very late last night, and you both had been pretty worn out after three consecutive rounds of Levi fucking you into oblivion. You could feel an ache in your muscles already forming, your lower back killing you, and you were sure that Levi had made multiple visible marks all along your neck, collarbone, and breasts.

“Levi, Leviiii...” you whispered, wriggling in his arms. He sighed, one of the softest and sweetest sounds you had ever heard him make, but his arms only tightened around you. “It’s already morning, we have to get up--”

You felt your entire body freeze in horror as a knock echoed from his door.

“Captain Levi! Urgent message from Commander Erwin!”

You jolted into a seated position as you heard the door open, pulling the sheet up to your chest to try and hide your completely naked body. Was there somewhere to hide? Could you go under the blankets? Should you run for it? Why was the Cadet coming into Levi’s room uninvited anyway???

“Captain--” The young man froze as he entered the room, meeting your wide eyes. There was no hiding what had happened last night: your hair was a complete wreck, the sheets were rumpled, and you were naked in bed with Levi Ackerman.

“Uh-uh-” The man clearly wasn’t sure how to handle this situation, but before he could figure it out, you felt movement to your right.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Levi’s voice was colder than you had ever heard it, and you turned to find him sitting up, his eyes lethal as he glared at the Cadet.

“E-E-Erwin said to wake you, sir...I didn’t-didn’t realize--” His eyes flickered to you, and Levi immediately stood up and stalked toward him menacingly. Thankfully, he was wearing pants, although he was still shirtless.

“Don’t fucking look at her,” he snarled, and the Cadet immediately looked straight ahead, trembling even though he was taller than Levi by half a foot. “She’s my bitch. Get out before I beat the shit out of you and personally feed you to the titans.”

The Cadet whimpered a weak, “Yes Captain,” before literally running from the room.

You groaned as the door slammed shut, slumping back to the bed and covering your face with your hands. You felt utterly humiliated. How would you ever be able to look the rest of the Scouts in the eye knowing that they now knew your nightly ventures?

You heard Levi’s footsteps approaching, but you couldn’t look at him. After a long second, he grabbed your wrists and forced your eyes up.

“What’s wrong?” He murmured, touching your flushed cheeks with the thumb that wasn’t busy holding your arms up.

You turned your face away, groaning. “Now everyone’s going to know.”

“Tch.” Levi moved back into bed, flicking you hard on the forehead. “If someone says anything to you, I’ll just kill them.”

“No, there’s no need for that.” You rolled your eyes. “I just thought you didn’t want anyone to know…” You didn’t want him to be upset about whatever we had going on being out in the open now.

“It’s fine,” he grunted, slumping back down onto the bed and pulling you close again to bury his face in your hair. “I want people to know you’re mine anyway. Now go back to sleep.”

“What? But it’s already past dawn!”

“And I’m still tired.”

“B-But--”

“Shut up, Y/n.”

#levi #levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #SIMP #holy shit this man can get it #um yes please #levi attack on titan #levi aot #anime #fanfiction #oneshot #levi x reader

375 notes · View notes

steviebunny · 3 years

Text

Till' The End of Time

Chapter 7

Shield aircraft, 2012

The girl nods "yeah that explains it, I could do better and my degree is in biology."

"No matter. It works, I don't see Tony out here volunteering his services." He turns to the men who had previously been ignored. "Gentlemen." He walks up the steps as Steve pulls out this wallet and hands the one-eyed man a ten-dollar bill. Steve walks down the steps to where Fury once stood and looks down at his two female mates, both girls’ eyes trained on the interaction between Banner and the Director.

"Doctor, thank you for coming "

"Thanks for asking nicely. So... How long am I staying?"

"Once we get our hands on the Tesseract, you're in the wind."

"Where are you with that?"

"We're working on it, we're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet, cellphones, laptops, if it's connected to a satellite, its eyes, and ears for us." As Coulson speaks Lenora notices her wife kneel down and check in on her friends status, before wiping his file off of the screen

"That's still not gonna find them in time."

"You're gonna have to narrow your field. How many spectrometers do you have access to?"

"How many are there?"

"Call every lab you know, tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof, and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm, basic cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places."

"I'll call Tony, every Stark industries building is equipped with a spectrometer, some smaller than others... Not as powerful but still functional, Rhodey should also have a few on the airbase the labs there will probably be happy to help." Lenora tells Coulson, the man agreeing thoroughly.

"Mrs. Stark, you've been to the lab before. Escort Banner please."

Stark industries... Mrs. Stark... Steve can't help but let his mind wander to Howard, This girl his soulmate... Her others his others...one of his mates is the child of his old friend.

The last of Lottie's voice can be heard asking Bruce "I can't wait to pick your brain, how many PhDs do you have again?" Before the pair leave for the on ship lab together.

Lenora barely manages to show Bruce into his lab, before the PA system on the aircraft goes off alerting the agents on board that Loki has been located, Bruce turns to the woman escorting him silently asking what's next,

"Oh don't worry they don't need us out there yet, Nat gave me the rundown. Since they managed to find him they'll send her and cap on a private helicarrier, for now, all you have to worry about is the science side of things."

Bruce sighs in relief "Oh okay, thank you."

"Of course, you can use anything in here. But apparently, shield is a fan of hammer Industries, so no promise any of it is gonna work." She tells him with a slight laugh, hoping to ease some of his discomfort.

"Well... I can't work with pretty much anything so, high hopes." He jokes back with a small thumbs up.

Bruce watches the woman flip her two-tones braids over her shoulders, she moves around the lab with ease- much more comfortable in this environment than over on the bridge.

She sits at a set of stools, plugging a USB into the side of the modem, the picture of shield’s logo is replaced by a stark screen instead, she logs in and starts a video call to her engineer of a husband.

"What's crackin' baby girl."

"Everything's a go- they found Loki. You can track the airship right, Follow it inconspicuously?"

"Is that even a question?"

"Yeah, yeah. I also need a favor I have Dr. Banner here" she moves the monitor so the camera can show Bruce inspecting the lab cautiously, offering a shy wave and smile to the screen before Lottie turns it back to herself. "Can you get all the spectrometers we have tuned to a specific frequency, I'll get the exact specs from Banner and send em' over."

"All of them?"

"Yep, the tower, airbase, everything. We need it set Loki manages to escape or in case there's a power surge independently from him."

"Alright no problem then, I'm heading there now, I'll call Rhodey on the way."

"Thank you." Lottie ends the call moving to delete any traces of the even from the machine before turning to Bruce with a smile. "Now you work. And I wait."

Bruce nods again, setting up the spectrometers of SHIELD, his gaze drifts to his work and back to Lenora repeatedly.

"Ca- can I ask you a personal question."

"Yeah, shoot."

"What's um, going on with the uh-" he uses his hand to point at his own neck, at first Lottie thinks he's questioning their soul bond, but as he sways his hand across the entirety of his neck she realizes he means the collar.

"Oh boy... Do I have a story to tell you?" She admits with a nervous laugh directed at the shy man.

"But another time, I gotta get my ass on that plane before Fury yells at me."

Stuttgart Germany

Loki stands his ground against the innocent bystanders, having forced them to their knees, an older man rises refusing to bow down to the will of the god.

"Not to men like you."

"There is no man like me."

"There are always men like you."

"Look to your elder people, let him be an example."

Lenora and Cap watch the interaction, waiting for the right moment to step in, Loki raises his staff ready to blow the old man to bits and Steve takes his cue, jumping down Infront of the bright blue beam, his Shield reflects the tesseract's power, Lenora uses the intrusion as a distraction. With Loki's attention to Steve, she sneaks around the crowd directing as many bystanders to safety as she can without making a scene.

Her scythe strapped to her back intimidated even those who were scared of the god enough to follow her direction instead.

"You know the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing."

"The soldier. The man out of time."

"I'm not the one who's out of time."

Lenora having done her best work to direct bystanders away, moves to be behind Loki as silently as she can, she grabs the handle of her weapon, turning her wrist- bringing the blade upright as she steadies herself and waits.

The shield helicarrier drops to a lower altitude in the air behind the captain, Natasha initializes a high-power machine gun from the bottom of the ship her voice is heard gravelly over the speakers of the machine.

"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down." Loki instead shoots a beam from his scepter at the ship, Natasha swerves- narrowly avoiding the hit. Steve launches his shield at Loki as the god moves to duck Lottie pushes the back of his knees in with the dull edge of her blade pushing him down onto one leg, the shield fly through the air managing to knock the helmet clean off of his head.

He turns trying to strike at Lenora, she swings her blade around the god’s leg but he deflects her attack with his own staff but this leaves room for Steve to come behind and attack him yet again. The bystanders scramble as the three continue to tussle,

Steve throws his shield yet again, the god knocks it to the side as Lenora grabs his right shoulder holding the staff with the curved blade, she rips the fine Asgardian leather and Loki drops the staff. He tries to grab for it but she manages to kick it away. Steve goes in for yet another punch and Loki tosses him back on the ground behind him- he grabs the man on his knees by the back of his helmet and commands him to

"Kneel."

"Not today."

The two continue to fight, Lottie looks for where the scepter has rolled away she tries to run for it but is stopped by the booming of AC/DC's Shoot to thrill coming from the jets speakers, her shoulders instantly relax and a smile graces her face.

"Agent Romanoff. You miss me?" Their husband's voice can be heard through their earwigs. She can only imagine the look of annoyance that must be on the redheaded woman's face. Lenora laughs as the song gets louder dropping her own weapon, knowing the battle was over. Both the God and Captian look at her, then the sky in a state of confusion.

They watch as the Iron Man armor shoots through the sky, rounding down in front of the helicarrier. He blasts Loki with both hands sending him shooting backward, his back skids across the stone pathways stopping just at Lenora's feet. Tony lands to the ground as she hauls the Asgardian up by his hair ignoring the "ow" coming from under his breath.

Tony rises from his kneeling position engaging his blasters ready to fire yet again. "Make your move reindeer games."

Steve still in shock comes up beside the metal man watching as Loki sits on the ground fazes out of his battle armor and puts his hands up. Tony lets up on his blasters and lowers his own arms "Good move."

Steve is opening his mouth to ask a question but is upended by Tony lifting his facial shield up, he uses a hand to motion to Lenora-

The girl giddily lets out a small squeak, stepping over Loki and running into his arms, the brunette brings her into a kiss an arm wrapping around her waist, the pair pull away touching foreheads "Hi, baby girl!"

"Hello, my love."

Now onboard the jet Loki is physically detained in his seat, Natasha converses with fury about the mission status leaving the others standing in the cargo bay, Tony off in his own mind, unconsciously rubbing his hand along Lottie's back, Steve leans closer to the pair whispering

"I don't like it".

"What rock of ages giving up so easily?"

"I don't remember it being that easy. This guy packs a wallop"

"Still, you are pretty spry for an older fellow." Prompting a look of confusion from the blonde, Lottie just rolls her eyes knowing that if Tony isn’t flirting he's being annoying. It's just how he communities. "What's your thing, Pilates?"

"What?"

"It's like calisthenics. You might have missed a couple of things, y'know...doing time as a Capsicle." Tony looks to the older man his jaw clenching at the joke, when Lenora sees the contrasting look on both men's faces she can't help but snort. In turn, Steve just raises an eyebrow at her 'picking favorites already' Lenora can't help but think Steve's reactions to each person unwarranted, maybe it was different back in his time but nowadays you don't choose one soulmate over another.

"Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in."

"Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you," Tony says, both of his wives nodding in full agreement. The discussion stops there as lighting and thunder swarms the outside

"Where is this coming from?"

Loki bends forward a look of fear or maybe shock over his face, Steve asks the disgruntled man "What's the matter? Are you scared of a little lighting?"

"Yes." Steve’s head snaps to the woman whose arms are crossed over almost hugging herself, Tony's arm now offering a more comforting grip rather than a steadying one.

"Oh sorry, you weren't asking me, were you?"

"She doesn't like the noise." Natasha cuts off any more questions firmly telling what's what leaving no room for doubt.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows," Loki says finally answering the man's previous question.

The jet shakes with force as it feels something has landed on top of them all, Tony grabs his helmet re-engaging it as part of his suit, pressing to open the rear hatch,

"What are you doing?"

Tony steps forward his hopes to fly out and inspect the top of the ship are destroyed as a large blonde man, with shoulder-length hair lands on the edge of the now opened hatch.

"Oh you gotta be fucking kidding, why does this keep happening!?"

Tony's outburst shocks the plane but Lottie understands, it seems finding so many soulmates in such a short period is bound to be overwhelming.

Tony doesn't want to but the blonde keeps moving forward, he raises his blaster. The taller man stops him though, ramming his hammer right into armor’s chest plate, Tony is sent backward into Lenora, and the Captain, Steve tries to catch him yet ends up losing his balance as well.

The man in the red cape grabs Loki by the neck, lifting him up and promptly jumping into the sky with him.

"And now there's that guy."

"Another Asgardian?"

"That guy a friendly?"

"Doesn't matter if he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract is lost." On the edge of the ramp, Lottie is already waiting to grab onto him, she scythes neatly placed on her back, arms holding onto the edge of the ship to prevent her from falling.

"Stark we need a plan of attack!"

"I have a plan. Attack." Tony grabs his wife around the waist and jumps down with her, his thrusters booming to life allowing them to fly through the air.

Tony blasts Thor out from where he stands with Loki, as the Asgardian tumbles to the ground he gently lets Lottie down on the ledge with Loki, pursuing Thor. She removes her scythe and takes a far enough step back where she could still harm him but not risk herself being pulled off the edge, she points it at him, a silent threat.

"Do not touch me again." The blonde god warns.

"Then don't take my stuff."

"You have no idea of what you're dealing with."

"Uhh, Shakespeare in the park? Doth mother know you wear-eth her drapes?"

"This is beyond you metal man. Loki will face Asgardian justice."

"He gives up the cube. He's all yours, until then- 'he lets his helm fall back over his face' "Stay out of the way-

Tourist."

@niffala @americasass81 @nsfwsebbie @sunshinepower17

Masterlist

76 notes · View notes

baku-bowl · 3 years

Text

broke 1,000 followers (the fuck? I don't even make content people), so decided to write up a list of some (but not all, I'll make other lists later) of my favorite Bakugou-centric fic recs. my tastes run towards hurt/comfort, as you'll probably figure from the list. if there are some Baku-centric fics that you've enjoyed that aren't on here, please add them - this is definitely not a complete list of the ones I've read and love, but I'm always up for some recs. <3

fair warning, most of these are wips.

------------------------------------------------

Social Media 101 by WindsChild8178

Part 1: Survival Guide to Fucking Up

[Solely Bakugou’s point of view]

Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t have a gentle bone in his body. He’s aggressive in everything he does and does everything with 100% of his heart in it. After the Sport’s Festival, Katsuki starts to get harassed by strangers for his unheroic demeanor. It starts with letters but it doesn’t end there. The moment Katsuki realizes the harassment has entered dangerous territory and he needs to tell someone, it’s already too late.

Part 2: Post Traumatic Life Disorder

[Point of View opens up to Bakugou, teachers and classmates]

When the Dorms are finally built, everyone is settling in well, but things become tense as people begin to realize something isn’t right with the recently rescued Bakugou.

[Cannon compliant right up to after the License Exam]

hands down my favorite fic in the fandom right now. it’s the one that converted me into a Bakugou lover. if you have any fondness for Bakugou as a character then it’s likely you’ve read this one already, but if not, I can’t recommend it enough. incredibly depressing, but with the hope that comfort is coming soon in the next few chapters.

The Kids Will Be Alright, Eventually by NotWithThatAttitude

Bakugou is spiraling in the aftermath of Kamino and his friends are starting to notice. He's stubborn, aggressively independent, and less than willing to dig into his past, but after a breakdown that ends with a painful secret revealed, he starts to get help.

Whether he likes it or not.

Meanwhile, a new kind of villain threatens an uneasy peace following the loss of Allmight. Whispers build as a new narrative slowly takes shape:

Hero society needs to change.

Feat. Therapy, Dadzawa, best boy Kirishima, dysfunctional families, healing, growing up, and the mortifying ordeal of being known

guys.. the medical accuracy of this fic is just... *chef’s kiss*

I rarely see mental health genuinely handled well in fics, but this one goes above and beyond. kudos to the author for doing such excellent research into psychology, and making the application of it in here not-boring. also, while this one does have abusive!Mitsuki, it’s done in a way that feels realistic, and how I usually will see it occur in real life, rather than just for the hurt/comfort feels.

fair warning, the fic can be incredibly triggering (themes of severe depression, PTSD, panic attacks, rape survival, abuse survival, suicidal ideation/attempted suicide, among other things), so be safe and heed the tw’s if you decide to read. legitimately one of my Top Favorite fics in this fandom.

Lock and Key by autochorystalize

Bakugou made a choked, gravelly noise before croaking out a low, “You can’t be serious.” His fingers ached to blow up everything in the room.

“I’m sorry, young man, but you can’t change reality! This sometimes happens.” Recovery Girl clicked through his file, adding a new symbol in a previously empty slot.

- - -

A pair of eyes discreetly locked on to an explosive blond plowing his way forward, parting people in his path. He recognized the kid, of course. Anyone in the underbelly of society would recognize him, after the publicity of both UA’s Sports Festival and the events leading up to All Might’s fall. The uniform he was wearing cast away any doubts about the young man’s identity.

It was a bit of a surprise that the little firecracker presented as an omega.

- - - - - - - - -

Or: there are certain types of evil that seemed too distant, archaic violations and perversions that would never actually threaten bright-eyed heroes-in-training in the clean, modern world...but sometimes those evils aren't as distant as one might think.

remember when I said that I love a/b/o fics that are full of plot and world-building and gender-induced tension? that’s this one. the OC’s are fabulous and you love to hate ‘em. also, it’s the fic that made me fall head-over-heels for the TodoBaku dynamic, so it’s got a special place in my cold, dead heart.

be warned, there are rather explicit non-con scenes between an adult (OC) and a minor (Bakugou) in this one, but the author warns for them in advance, and you could likely skip those parts without missing too much if you need to.

Never and Always, Eventually by Wawa_Boonliang

"Katsuki can remember the exact moment that he and Deku…that he and Midoriya Izuku became friends. He can also remember the moment he and Izuku became fierce rivals, a time when they were almost enemies.

However, what he remembers most clearly about their relationship is the moment that they moved passed rivals and became something more close than mere friends. Something more like brotherhood, something forged in fire and secured in the middle of a battlefield or in the midst of natural disaster where the number of the dead was climbing ever higher. And then it was torn from him."

Katsuki is given a second chance. A chance to save everyone. A chance to change everything.

But should he?

y’all. I’m a slutty, slutty whore for time travel fics. a time travel fic with autistic!coded Bakugou? it was love at first read.

Lessons Learned by Sif (Rosae)

Rather than the police station, Katsuki's friends bring him to a hospital after rescuing him from the villains. His wounds were minor, but it didn't make having them treated any less important. As it would so happen, Best Jeanist was also brought to this hospital after the attack.

Sometimes, small choices have a big impact on how a story plays out.

classic Bakugou hurt/comfort. this fic opened me up to the potential that could be a genuinely good Best Jeanist & Katsuki mentor-mentee relationship, and I kind of dig it and search ravenously for it in other fics now. I’m also a huge fan of the behind-the-scences Pro Hero Chat group.

Slope by sunfleurmoon

“I’m not a hero. Or a good person,” Katsuki says, giving Aizawa a pointed look, “So leave me alone. I don’t care about the League or UA, or you—” The two years he’s been away have been fine, more than fine, fucking fantastic actually if you ignore the bi-monthly near-death experiences. He doesn’t need this place. He doesn’t miss this place.

And yet, longing, a childish desire to tear up, or maybe blow something to bits, they all twist in his chest like a band of traitors regardless. “—I just want to go home.”

Or: the one where Katsuki and Izuku fail the first term exam, Aizawa discovers their pasts, and Katsuki is booted from UA. Featuring questionable descriptions of villain organizations, a slightly illegal moving shop, and your favorite emotionally constipated badass in distress with a newly discovered penchant for collecting strays.

paaaaaaiiiiiiiin. the hurt is ALIVE in this one. lots of tortured, angsty exploding child goodness. the OC’s are excellently crafted, and the Bakugou & Eri relationship? beautiful. definitely deserves a read.

Ground Zero by WindsChild8178

In the wake of Kamino, Katsuki is tested more than anyone could imagine. Bound by a villain’s quirk to keep his silence or die, he lives each day knowing it might very well be his last. He continues to work towards becoming a hero, keeping his secret from his classmates and teachers, focusing on making it through each day and trying not to allow the panic or depression to get the best of him. When the villain finally corners him with demands in exchange for his life, there is really only one answer Katsuki Bakugou can give.

honestly don't know which I want updated more - social media 101 or ground zero. this author's fics are amazing, and I really wasn't expecting the twist in this one. can't wait for windschild to come back to this fic some day.

The Defect by LadyGreenFrisbee

"Why do you want to win the Sports Festival so badly?"

Because I want to see if the defect could usurp the masterpiece.

(In which Endeavor holds a terrible secret and Bakugo has to suffer since childhood for it.)

a great concept, and I adore the shouto and Katsuki sibling interaction here. hoping the author will come back to this one some day.

A Name That You'll Remember by Heronfem

Kirishima Eijirou is a Hero. Bakugou Katsuki... is not. Trapped in his toxic workplace and increasingly desperate to get out, Red Riot's days are only brightened by a new villain known as Caution, who's not exactly villainous and keeps accidentally doing good deeds. But when a real villain appears, a threat from the past that demands that Red Riot make the ultimate sacrifice to keep the public safe, Bakugou is forced into saving the day... and eventually, Red Riot himself.

sob story good guy villains are my weakness, this fic is a gem, and I'd kill for the sequel.

Our Hero by AnonymousTwit

He felt everything jerk to the side and throw his balance off before he saw anything, dust clouding his vision and irritating his lungs as the earth itself opened up to swallow them whole. For a single moment, in a millisecond's time, his wild eyes locked with Raccoon Eyes', hers alight with fear and adrenaline-fueled desperation. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized that it was the first time she'd looked at him with something other than long-deserved hatred in days.

And then he was free falling.

After a particularly nasty encounter between childhood friends, the class learns about Bakugou and Midoriya's dark history and practically ostracizes Bakugou while trying to defend Midoriya. An earthquake during an outing has all sides regretting their decisions.

just fucking tear apart my self-sacrificing faves in every way imaginable while their loved ones watch on in terror. 💖🥰💖 this one is heavy on the Bakusquad and Class-1A feels, and VERY heavy on the Mina & Bakugou relationship (platonic).

Running back the tape, watching it replay by Faralyne

For someone ripped from their time, ripped from the few but strong relationships built by time and personal development, by self-reflection and swallowed pride, ripped from the one thing that made him feel worthwhile and needed and put-together, and forced to forge everything over again—Katsuki thinks he is handling it pretty fucking well.

A villain’s quirk sends a 29-year-old Bakugou back in time to his middle school days.

am I a sucker for time travel? yes. am I a sucker for vigilante!bakugou? also yes. am I a sucker for this fic? literally refreshing the page in wait for an update as we speak.

Liability by sandelf

After All-Might dies rescuing Bakugou from the League, Bakugou is determined to prove it wasn't for nothing.

But the world is against him, his grief is overwhelming, and his stability is splitting at the edges.

very self-indulgent bakugou angst. tw for harassment, severe depression, and suicidality.

Special Mentions:

How To Win The Sport Festival: A Step By Step Guide by mhwright

Short re-imagining of the Sports Festival Arc if Shinso had planned a little better and worked a little harder to win the Sports Festival and if the match-ups had been slightly different. Self-indulgent fic of watching him succeed.

this is completely Shinsou-centric, not Bakugou-centric, but I love and adore it and am dying for a sequel. Shinsou is Best Boy here and you'll be rooting for him the whole time.

#fic rec #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #seriously though if you have a rec for me please always assume i will be unbearably grateful for it #and hit me up with it in the comments or through messaging #thanks for the follows y'all!

61 notes · View notes

the-scandalorian · 3 years

Text

Tempered Glass: Chapter 6

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader Rating: M (will become explicit) Word Count: 4k Warnings: slow burn, sad feels/angst, canon-typical violence, cursing, sexy thoughts, pining Summary: When Fennec Shand reveals your true identity to the Mandalorian, you do your best to pick up the pieces. Notes: I’m sorry this took me so long!! I rewrote it like six times because I couldn’t get it to feel right. Next chapter should be much faster. Taglist: @bbdoyouloveme @beskarhearts @dincrypt @dunderr @honey-hi @just-me-and-my-obsessions00 @mbpokemonrulez @oloreaa @red-leaders @speakerforthedead0 @spideysimpossiblegirl @theflightytemptressadventure @ubri812 @zoemariefit

Previous Chapter | Masterlist | Next Chapter

Image from The Art of Star Wars: The Mandalorian

Fuck. Panic coursed through your veins and paralyzed you. Your brain moved infuriatingly slowly as you tried to think of a way to stop the disaster that was unfolding before your eyes.

And yet...despite your fear and despite the fact that this terrifying, high-level bounty hunter had once tracked you, hearing Fennec call you sweetheart made your stomach drop—in a pleasant way, not at all like when Toro had done the same. She was beautiful, strong, mysterious, intimidating. What little you saw of her fighting style confirmed that she was lithe and exacting—catlike in her grace and prowess. A sexy armored bounty hunter.

I have a type.

You shunted that wildly unhelpful train of thought out of your head to refocus on the crisis at hand.

You looked at Mando. “I—”

“What’s she talking about?” he prompted. You couldn’t tell if you were projecting because you felt guilty or if he really did sound a little hurt.

You opened your mouth again to respond, but Fennec beat you to it.

“Oh, you don’t know?” Even in the dark, you could see Fennec’s eyes sparkle in delight as she addressed Mando. “I don’t know how this one stayed off your radar,” she explained. “She was wanted by the Empire for years. Huge bounty... She looks a little different now—check her chest for a scar to make sure, but I’d bet her bounty it’s there.”

Mando had already seen the scar. He knew Fennec was right.

You caught the hungry look on Toro’s face as he drank in everything Fennec was saying. His eyes trailed down your face and landed shamelessly on your chest. You could practically hear the wheels turning in his head as he tried to think up a way to confirm your identity and claim the reward for both you and Fennec. This little fucker.

Fennec looked at you, and you took a step back involuntarily. “You’ve gotten sloppy, baby. There’s been chatter for weeks that you resurfaced on Nevarro. If I hadn’t been pinned down here, I’d have come for you myself.”

Her words felt like ice sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You’d figured that news of your sighting would probably get out, but you had hoped against hope that the blue-haired bounty hunter had been taken out before she’d been able to spread the word.

Mando was silent, fists clenched tightly at his sides, visor glued on Fennec. Pulling yourself together, you grabbed his arm and dragged him a safe distance away.

“I was going to tell you. I’m sorry,” you blurted, once you were out of earshot.

“It’s fine,” he replied stiffly, his gaze trained decidedly to your right.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered that even though it was just the two of you, his voice retained its icy, detached quality, all the tender familiarity gone.

“No, it’s not. I should have told you sooner. I-I wanted to—believe me—but I didn’t know if I could trust you. You were—you’ve been worried that I might turn you or the kid in, haven’t you? I was worried that you’d do the same to me if you found out. The longer I spent with you, the more I felt like you wouldn’t, but I had to be completely, totally sure. I couldn’t take the risk. You can understand that, right?”

He said nothing.

“Look—I really want to be able to trust you. I want you to be able to trust me. I just didn’t know where to start. It’s not easy for people like us to trust blindly, you know?” You hated that your voice sounded almost pleading.

Still, he said nothing, a blank beskar wall. The comfortable warmth that had developed—slowly, painstakingly—between you two over the past weeks had dissolved in an instant.

“Mando. Talk to me, please.” You reached out for his arm, but he stepped back. He still wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Not now. Not here.”

“But—”

Your heart sank when he turned abruptly and walked back to the others.

You watched as he grabbed Fennec’s arm roughly, hauling her to her feet, and you trailed behind as he lead your party back down to the foot of the cliff. When you reached the bottom, Mando threw Fennec to the ground.

“Uh oh, looks like two of us have to walk,” Fennec taunted, eyeing the lone bike.

Mando jerked his head, motioning you and Toro to follow him.

“Alright, so what is the plan?” Toro asked Mando.

Reluctantly, you refrained from asking him if he could contribute for once instead of letting Mando do literally all the work; instead, you turned to Mando and supplied, “That dewback isn’t far.”

Mando didn’t look at you. To Toro, he said, “I need you to go find it.”

“And leave you here with my bounty and my ride?” Toro asked incredulously. “Yeah, I don’t think so, Mando. I’ll only go if she comes with me, so I have a guarantee that you won’t leave.” Toro gestured toward you.

You and Mando spoke at the same time: “No.”

“Either she comes, or I don’t go.” Toro was obviously pleased with himself for thinking of this plan, a smirk painted on his face.

You shot him a scathing look before turning to Mando to offer, “I’ll go get it alone.”

You’d love to put some distance between you and Toro, between you and Fennec, and honestly even between you and Mando at the moment.

“Suit yourself,” shrugged Toro. “Less work for me.”

You ignored Toro. “I remember vaguely where it was.” You pointed.

Mando pressed a button on the side of his helmet and scanned the horizon, stopping vaguely where you’d pointed. Finally, he trained his visor on you. He looked from you to Toro to where Fennec was seated and to you again, deliberating. You could tell he didn’t want you to go alone, but he also didn’t want to leave you here with Toro and Fennec. “We’ll go together.”

You nodded, knowing you were in no position to complain. Now that your secret was out, it was evident that both Toro and Fennec would capitalize on your value at the first chance. And, even now, when your dishonesty had been revealed to him, Mando still felt compelled to protect you, his generous heart winning out over whatever malice he felt toward you.

A small part of you resented him for that; it didn’t rub you the right way that he didn’t think you could take care of yourself. A larger part of you knew it was exactly why you liked him so much.

It would be convenient if he were a selfish ass. You could convince yourself you didn’t owe him anything, that you’d done nothing wrong. But no.

This is why it’s easier to be alone.

You felt both angry and guilty, an awful combination that manifested in the urge to hit something—a deep yearning to break Toro’s nose flashed through your mind when you caught the smug expression on his face as he looked from you to Mando. He was enjoying the palpable tension that had materialized between you a little too much.

“Watch her,” Mando reminded Toro, gesturing to Fennec. “And don’t let her get near the bike. She’s no good to us dead.”

Without a look or a word to you, he turned and started toward the dewback.

***

You walked in awkward silence, knowing you’d have to be the one to break it, but you delayed the inevitable, admiring the array of stars spread out above you. Mando stomped up and down the swells of sand, staying several paces ahead.

You meandered your way through a storm conflicting emotions: anger at yourself for getting into this situation (rightful), anger at Mando for being infuriatingly honorable (misplaced), guilt that you’d hurt Mando (well-founded), fear about your safety (appropriate), fear that Mando was about to break your heart a little bit (honest), irritation that you were trekking through a damn desert and there was an aggressive amount of sand in your boots (fair but trivial)... and a myriad of others that were too nuanced to unpack.

After deliberating for a long time, you decided to take an offensive position and offer to leave preemptively to save Mando the trouble (and to save yourself from having to hear that from him). You steeled yourself with a deep breath and interrupted the oppressive quietude of the night, jogging for a moment to catch up with him.

“We can go our separate ways when we get back to Mos Eisley. I know I’m too much of a liability to keep around, especially with the kid.”

He turned his head to look at you, the night sky reflected in his visor.

“I have enough credits to get off world some other way.”

“If that’s what you want.”

It killed you a little just how much it wasn’t what you wanted. You were supposed to be totally independent—you’d chosen this life when you joined the Rebel Alliance, knowing that if by some miracle you managed to survive, you’d be hunted for years. The call for your blood wouldn’t—and didn’t—end with the Battle of Endor, especially when Imperial remnants remained strong. And years ago, condemning yourself to this life for a just cause had seemed brave and romantic. Now, here you were, desperate to build a connection with someone else, despite the risk. And you were starting to think that truly being brave would mean accepting that risk.

At what point is it worth giving up ease for happiness, for something more?

You gathered up what nerve you could muster and took a leap.

“It’s not what I want, but I know you feel betrayed. I really am sorry I didn’t tell you—I was planning to, but I was scared. Scared that you’d take advantage of that... scared that you’d take back your offer to stick together. And the longer I waited, the harder it got to come clean.”

“I understand.”

The frostiness of his voice had given way to something a shade softer, but it still hadn’t returned to its former warmth.

You nodded.

As it became clear that he wasn’t going to say anything else, the disappointment started to settle in, trickling into the hollow of your chest. He understood, but it evidently didn’t change the fact that the fragile trust that had evolved between you was shattered.

Well, fuck.

You suppressed the wave of emotions that threatened to overtake you, focusing instead on making a new plan for yourself. There would be time to work through the feelings later, alone. Your thoughts wandered to where you might go next, running through a mental list of options. Nothing sounded appealing.

None of the places that came to mind would be stocked with a shiny, withholding Mandalorian and an ancient green toddler.

You walked for another twenty minutes before Mando spoke again.

“I want to trust you too.”

You stopped. “What?”

He halted too, turning to face you. The dark sky painted his beskar deep shades of liquid indigo, speckled with pinpricks of starlight, that moved as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “I wish you... uh... had felt safe enough to tell me that, but I understand why you didn’t.”

You knitted your eyebrows together. “Wait. You’re not mad?”

“I haven’t given you any reason to be open with me. And I guessed you were running from something.”

“Oh.”

“The Empire part caught me off guard—but I knew there was something.”

Of course he’d figured it out...that seemed so obvious now. He’d be able to spot that from a mile away. Plus, he knew you. You spent the last month or so learning his tells and quirks, but you hadn’t stopped to think that he was doing the same with you.

He continued: “But the kid and I are also wanted by the Empire. We’d have the same problem even if you weren’t here.”

“True...” You were struggling to recover from the whiplash.

“What are you wanted for?”

“I was an Intelligence Officer in the Alliance.” It had been years since you’d shared this information with anyone, but the words fell from your lips as naturally as if you said them every day, like you’d been ready to tell him all along and your mouth had finally caught up with your heart.

“Yeah, that makes more sense,” he said. “Explains a lot of your skills.”

You scoffed. “Fair.”

Mando cleared his throat and hooked his thumbs in his belt. “But... it’s...uh, nice to not always be alone.” He punctuated the end of his sentence with a shrug, a little embarrassed.

Relief washed over you.

You smiled. “For me too.”

“Good,” he agreed, nodding decisively.

“Shit, you really let me think you were furious,” you laughed, feeling infinitely lighter but still trying to wrap your mind around this abrupt turn.

“Sorry,” he apologized, “I was... trying to figure some things out.”

You shook your head in exasperation and started walking again, but you froze when he said your real name. You’d known your name would sound good in his voice—everything did—but the way it rumbled and rasped through the modulator was borderline sinful, agonizingly personal.

File that away for later.

You looked back at him, and he cocked his head: “So you’ll stay?”

“Yeah, I’ll stay,” you agreed, a broad grin on your face.

You both started walking again, and suddenly, trudging through the sandy desert in the middle of the night didn’t seem so bad. The dewback came back into view as you crested another sand dune.

Mando looked over at you. “Din,” he offered. “My name is Din.”

You glanced up at him, surprised. “Din,” you repeated back to him, feeling it out.

Despite the contradictory definition of the word, it suited him. He was the opposite of a cacophony, a man of few words—though to be fair, he did often cause a commotion. But as a name... Din was short, to the point. It evoked a lot of feeling for just three letters, and that felt right.

“I know your real name now. I thought it was only fair that you know mine too, but only use it when it’s just me and you and the kid,” he explained.

Your throat was unexpectedly tight.

You reached over to squeeze his arm at the elbow, where there was a gap in the beskar. He didn’t pull away.

“Thanks,” you answered, looking up into his visor.

You hoped he understood that you were thanking him for more than just his name—for his understanding, for his trust, for his protection, for his vulnerability. You couldn’t say that all out loud at the moment, but you hoped he knew.

He dipped his helmet in acknowledgement, and you dropped your hand.

When you finally reached the dewback, Din approached slowly, speaking to it in a calm, lilting voice. It warmed to him slowly, and he grabbed the reins.

He hauled himself up onto its back and then extended a hand down to you. You took it, and he pulled you up easily to sit behind him. You wrapped your arms around his middle.

“Is this okay?” You weren’t really sure why you asked this time. Things had shifted between the two of you, so you were compelled to check that the casual contact was still welcome.

He cleared his throat: “Yeah, fine,” he confirmed.

It had been a long time since you’d been physically affectionate with anyone, besides the occasional casual, short-lived tryst. It was nice to wrap your arms around someone familiar and comfortable, someone who knew you.

The dewback started forward. Din directed it back toward the cliffs with the reins in his fist. It wasn’t a huge distance, but the dewback was a slow means of transportation.

You had little idea what all this meant for your daily reality with Din. You had both shared that you wanted companionship, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was interested in anything more than that. However, for you at least, this was undeniably no longer a superficial interest that you harbored; you had real affection for him. And it seemed like he maybe was starting to feel same way about you? Or maybe he was just getting comfortable with having companionship? The man was starved for human interaction, so it was hard to know if he was warming up to you or warming up to companionship in general.

One step at a time.

Time slipped by as the dewback lumbered on. You rested your cheek against the scratchy fabric of his cape and closed your eyes. The rhythmic movement, the darkness, and comfort of the position lulled you into a light sleep.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep when Din woke you, squeezing your now limp arm that was resting on his thigh above his beskar plate.

“Alive back there?” he asked in a low voice.

Leaned against him, still groggy with sleep, you felt the question rumble through his chest.

You sat up straight, pulling your arms back to your sides. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

He chuckled. “It’s fine. We’re close.”

The two suns had risen, bathing the landscape in the golden glow of early morning. You looked around and saw that you were a short distance from where you’d left Toro and Fennec. You couldn’t see them yet, but you figured they were hidden behind one of the many large boulders strewn across the landscape.

As you drew nearer, though, you could tell something was wrong. Only one figure came into view—and it was crumpled on the ground. Din registered this as well: his shoulders stiffened, and he pulled the reins tight to halt the dewback’s slow advance.

It was Fennec’s body on the ground. Toro was nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck,” you breathed.

“You were right about him,” said Din. “Stay here.”

Din dismounted and approached Fennec’s body. She looked dead, but he crouched to check. He tried to find a pulse, and after a moment, he stood back up and shook his head.

As Din walked back toward you, the realization dawned on you both at the same time.

“He didn’t—”

“The kid—”

“She must have—”

“We have to—”

Din hurried back onto the dewback and directed it toward Mos Eisley, doing his best to make the lumbering creature pick up its pace. It didn’t help much.

The ride back was interminable. You definitely didn’t fall asleep this time, adrenaline keeping you on edge as the hours passed. Both you and Din were incredibly tense, speaking very little, thinking only of the child.

***

Night had fallen again by the time you reached Mos Eisley. The speeder bike that Toro had been riding was parked outside Peli’s. Fury and fear spidered through your veins at the thought of him with the kid.

Din jumped off the side of the dewback and looked up at you expectantly, his arms outstretched. You maneuvered your leg over the side and slid down a bit until his hands gripped your hips, and he lowered you until your feet hit the sand. You could have easily jumped down on your own. He knew that. You knew that. You’d let him help you anyways.

You paused outside the bay to draw your blasters.

“Here,” Din offered you the flash charge.

You slipped it into your jacket sleeve, where it stayed tight against your wrist. Together, you crept through the door and down the stairway that opened up to where the Razor Crest was parked. It was eerily quiet.

You scanned the space, jumping slightly when one of Peli’s pit droids scurried past.

“Took you guys long enough.”

Toro walked slowly down the open ramp of the Crest, the barrel of the blaster in his hand pressed to Peli’s back. The child was held in his other arm.

“Looks like I’m calling the shots now. Huh?” he sneered.

The urge to hit him flared up so acutely that you clenched your fists. You hissed at him: “Don’t you da—”

“Drop your blasters and raise ‘em,” he ordered, cutting you off.

You and Din exchanged a look before throwing your blasters to the ground. In a subtle movement, you shifted the charge from your sleeve to your fist as you placed your hands behind your head.

“Cuff ‘em,” commanded Toro, nudging Peli forward and throwing two sets of cuffs to the ground.

She moved toward Din.

“No, start with her,” Toro drawled, jutting his chin toward you. “To think I almost cut Mando out of this deal,” he laughed. “I would have gotten you and Fennec, but this is so much better. I get to collect the bounty on you and this target here that Mando helped escape,” he pointed his gun at the baby and all your muscles tensed in protective rage, “...and I get to turn in the legendary Mandalorian himself—a Guild traitor.”

Peli walked behind you. You grasped the charge in your fist so that she would be able to see the top of it. You heard her quiet, sharp intake of breath.

“Fennec was right,” Toro continued smugly. “Bringing you three in won’t just make me a member of the Guild—it’ll make me legendary. Three high-value targets on my first try. Wow, I should really thank you guys.”

Peli was fumbling with the cuffs behind you, taking longer than necessary on purpose.

You hoped she was ready to duck because you’d heard enough of Toro’s self-congratulatory monologue. You released the charge.

In the split second of blinding light, you, Din, and Peli sprinted in opposite directions, taking cover. Toro groaned and attempted to cover his eyes, shooting blindly at the empty space where you had been standing.

Din took Toro out in one shot.

You were closest to where he fell, so you charged forward with your blaster trained on his body. The baby wiggled out of Toro’s arms and ran toward you. His big eyes were watery and his arms stretched toward you, his fingers making little grabby motions. He chittered nervously as you scooped him up with your free arm, and he buried his head in your shoulder.

You kicked Toro’s blaster away from his body as Din approached to make sure he was dead. After he checked his pulse, Din tugged the pouch of credits from Toro’s belt and tossed it to Peli. “Here,” he said.

With a gasp, she caught it and emptied the pouch in her hands. Credits tumbled out, a few falling to the ground.

“That cover us?” Din asked.

Peli looked shocked, scrambling to pick them all up. “Yeah... uh, yes. This is gonna cover you.” It was clearly far more than she was expecting.

You passed the child over to Din, and he looked down at the baby, tilting his helmet in...what? Affection? Relief? This was a head tilt you hadn’t defined yet.

Peli approached him and looked down at the child. “You take care of him, you hear?”

Din nodded.

“Thank you for watching him,” you said to Peli, genuinely grateful that she had turned out to be trustworthy.

“Besides getting held at gunpoint... I guess it wasn’t too bad,” she replied, smiling down at the baby. She’d clearly grown fond of him, and you couldn’t blame her. After a moment, Peli mumbled a goodbye and walked away, eagerly counting the credits in her hands, her pit droids skittering after her.

You stood there, finger caught between three tiny green ones, as the kid babbled and cooed up at you. When you looked up, Din’s helmet was trained on your face.

He tipped his head toward the open ramp of the Crest in a wordless invitation.

You smiled at him, a comforting warmth settling in your chest, and he followed you into the hull.

***

Chapter 7

#tempered glass #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #my writing #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x female reader #the mandalorian x female reader #din djarin x f!reader #the mandalorian x f!reader #reader insert #mandalorian reader insert #din djarin reader insert

206 notes · View notes

lilover131 · 3 years

Text

Syaoran and Kaito Analysis

So I’ve mentioned recently in a recent fanart and in my analysis of chapter 55, but I have noticed quite a few similarities between Syaoran and Kaito, and upon some observations, I have some theories, particularly in regards to how Kaito views Syaoran. I decided to delve into that a bit, so see under the cut for more! Warning: It’s long. I wrote a lot. >.<

I have a lot to cover, so I thought it might be best to outline in the most simple way possible some things we already know about Kaito.

· He was born gifted with incredible magic. His parentage is unknown and he was “alone for as long as he could remember”.

· It’s unclear where Kaito originated from, but it seems he spent a majority of his life in England.

· He has moon based magic and has a wide variety of talents, but specializes in time magic. It’s unclear if he already had a skill with time magic or if this was obtained after he met Momo. It seems implied that he made a magical contract with her and maybe gained his time abilities from this. But we do know he has the ability to fly, to locate objects, teleport, to talk to animals, and to make something vanish in a mere moment.

· He is also talented in housekeeping skills, such as sewing, cooking, etc.

· He used to be very cold hearted and preferred spending time alone. Kaito changed considerably in personality at some point in his life. It is uncertain exactly what caused this change, but it seems likely that Akiho’s mother was the catalyst for this.

· He is part of a very powerful group of magicians called as we know it ‘The Association’ and is revered as one of its most powerful with the title ‘D’. He recently betrayed them and left, taking Akiho with him.

· He protects and seems to care for Akiho

· He is preparing for an event labeled as “that time” and needs Sakura to create a specific card.

· He is putting himself in extreme physical danger for his goals, seemingly for Akiho’s sake.

· He has been noted as always smiling to ‘hide his pain’.

So when I look at all of these facts about Kaito, I noticed something interesting. Syaoran too could be described by almost all of these things. You might think “Wait a minute Chrissy! Kaito and Syaoran are nothing alike!”, but please hear me out.

Syaoran too was born gifted with incredible magic. He also draws his power from the moon (a connection that has already been pointed out by CLAMP) and has a knack for household skills as well, being very independent from a young age. Like Kaito, he was cold hearted in his earlier years, preferred to be alone (according to Meiling in the original 90’s anime in episode 43), and had a drastic change in personality later on, particularly after meeting Sakura. Syaoran is part of a very powerful group of magicians as well, the Li clan, and is one of the strongest within it and destined to be the next leader. Similarly, Syaoran too is preparing for some kind of event, a future seen by his mother, and is doing everything to prevent this, even if it causes him physical harm (as we’ve seen with him struggling to conjure the Sakura cards). In order to keep Sakura in the dark as to not worry her, he has been using a smile to ‘hide his pain’.

Now you may be wondering “Okay, so they have a few things in common, but they are still completely different!”. And you would be right. They are two completely different people after all, but try to think of them as two sides of the same coin. This beckons another question: How did two people who are so similar turn out so differently?

This is really where their differences in personality shine through, but part of it I believe is due to their backgrounds as well. For example, Kaito was picked up by the Association at a young age due to his skills with magic and was taken in to “use that magical power to accomplish their own tasks”. Based on their record of not having a great reputation, according to Eriol, and their treatment of Akiho by assisting her Clan in turning her into a magical device, it seems likely that Kaito was not treated kindly by anyone in the Association. In fact, he was probably left alone nearly all of the time unless his strengths were needed, and took care of himself in the remainder of that time. He was surrounded by people but still completely alone, and he preferred to be this way. This cold background of his really prevented him from being able to open up his heart to anyone. But he does seem to be much different around Akiho.

Syaoran, on the other hand, was surrounded by loving and caring family members. Although he preferred to be alone in his earlier years, he wasn’t actually alone at all. His mother was protective of him (like cutting his hair until he was strong enough to protect himself from things like scissors near his neck), and his sisters adored him and undoubtedly showered him with love at every opportunity. But even with that love from them, he was still somewhat cold hearted (though not as much as Kaito) until he met Sakura.

Their backgrounds do differ from each other, but I think the biggest difference in them of all is how they handle their feelings. When Syaoran first started to realize his feelings for Sakura, he struggled quite a bit and was in a great amount of denial, even physically running away at times when confronted with them. It was when he finally came to terms with his heart and confessed his feelings to Sakura that he underwent a great change and became the Syaoran we know today.

So what about Kaito?

Well, Kaito I believe is in that same stage of denial where he is refusing to come to terms with his feelings, whatever those may be. It’s clear that he cares about Akiho, but when she or Momo try to have a serious discussion with him or get him to talk about those feelings, he goes out of his way to change the subject (or once with Momo, actually fled at the first opportunity, which is just like Syaoran used to do!). It is something he is clearly uncomfortable with, and I think that is because it is unfamiliar territory for him. He is used to not feeling anything at all, so having to actually think about his feelings and reasons for doing things is unbearably frightening. He can handle any magical opponent any day (except Sakura of course), but being open and honest about his feelings? That’s another battle entirely that he doesn’t know how to handle without his magic to use as a crutch.

Momo mentioned in chapter 39 how Kaito had made a great deal of changes, all so that Akiho could live comfortably and pleaded internally “peer deep inside your heart. And don’t avert your eyes”. This was said again in chapter 51 when she stated “I implore you Yuna D. Kaito. Listen…to your heart”.

In the very next chapter, it is none other than Syaoran who has a discussion with Sakura about how his mother had told him “If you possess great magic power…when you feel pounding and stirring in your chest…you shouldn’t ignore it. You need to listen to your intuition. I think that goes for everyone, magic or no magic. I don’t think anyone should turn a blind eye to their own heart”. We also know that in that same conversation with his mother, thanks to the mini chapter provided with the special edition of volume 9, that Yelan said to him then “If there’s something you want to accomplish, then training with your spells is surely important, but...more than anything else, you have to face your heart”. She went on to tell him how important it was to listen to his heart and that “If you lie to yourself, you will sadden the person who loves you so dearly”.

And that, my friends, is the major reason for Syaoran and Kaito being so different despite their many similarities. One listens to his heart while the other adamantly turns away from it. This leads me to my next topic (thank you for anyone who has read this long into it. I appreciate it!), and that is in regards to Kaito’s feelings about Syaoran.

I have noticed that Kaito in general tends to act quite differently in regards to Syaoran than he does anyone else. It starts at the very first time they met, when they made their introductions. Despite working so diligently to keep himself hidden from Akiho and Sakura, he did the complete opposite with Syaoran. He had to have known that being able to sense his magic and being given his name and title, that Syaoran would go and research who he was. He wanted Syaoran in particular to know who he was, which I believe is also why he allowed him to speak with Eriol initially. I say allowed, because we know he clearly had the potential to cut off communications at any point in time, and he only stepped in to shut this down when Eriol started talking to the others (Kero and Yue). He clearly wanted to control what information people knew about him, and Eriol crossed a line. He also put spells on Syaoran that would not allow him to communicate with others about him, so again showing he wanted him to know about him, but not to be able to tell anyone else about him, especially Sakura.

Another occasion I found intriguing was chapter 34 in the scene with the pool. Kaito stopped time, but for some reason, allowed Syaoran to move freely as well. Why is this? He could have easily frozen Syaoran too, but he made a conscious decision to allow Syaoran to move.

Then we come to perhaps the most telling scene so far, which is the battle he and Syaoran had in chapter 41 and 42. In a moment where he could have easily stopped time and rewound so that Syaoran never approached him, he instead decided to have a full discussion with him and even go as far as to engage in battle with him in stopped time. In this ‘discussion’, he stated several facts that he knew about Syaoran, who was pointedly not responding to them and seemed solely focused on Sakura. Some of the details about him were probably common knowledge to the magical world, but some of them seemed oddly personal, such as him being a ‘diligent student’, as if to show he had been watching him for quite some time.

Something about the interaction was different than others. It was as if he was observing Syaoran in that moment to see how he would react to hearing certain things. He then mentioned after seeing Syaoran use the Sakura cards how rewriting a contract once written takes a toll on even the strongest magician and he said “Is this all…for Sakura too?”. I think what he was trying to say here is that he recognizes the efforts he’s making for Sakura and may even feel a connection to him because of his own efforts for his own wish.

In chapter 42, continuing on with this conversation, Kaito seemed ready to turn back time the moment he realized they were no longer alone and that Sakura was able to move, but he still had more to say. Syaoran reacted to Sakura calling out for him, and it was at this moment that Kaito said “You certainly are honest, aren’t you? One look at your face, and I know exactly what you’re thinking” (even Eriol made several comments about Syaoran’s honesty in the original series). Once again, he’s showing here that he’s observing Syaoran, but why? For what reason does he bring this up? I think he says this because it is something so foreign to him and fascinates him. Kaito is so used to hiding his feelings and being unable to express them, but Syaoran is the complete opposite in the fact that he can so easily show his feelings and it is not his nature to conceal them. Kaito followed this by bringing up that Syaoran had suppressed that honesty when he came to Japan, which we know was through his fake smiles (something he is all too familiar with). Yue also said to Syaoran in chapter 27 that he had been hiding behind a smile and ordinarily was much more unrestrained in how he expressed his emotions, no matter what that emotion may be.

I wonder if Kaito said this because he wondered “how is it that he’s able to be so honest?” or maybe he was trying to show that he understood his reasons for hiding behind a smile, pointing out the similarities between them; that they were not so different despite having different goals. Kaito’s next comment in particular is probably what caught my attention the most. He divulged the detail about how Syaoran suppressed his honesty particularly to try and prevent the future that his mother saw. Even Syaoran seemed surprised by this, and he had good reason to be! This was likely a very personal moment, one he hasn’t even told Sakura about yet, and this implies that he might have been there when this particular moment happened. It makes sense too, considering Akiho had stated in her very first appearance that she was in Hong Kong just before coming to Japan, meaning she and Kaito were certainly there at the same time Syaoran was, at least for a brief time. This means he probably saw all the effort he was putting in for Sakura’s sake and maybe this resonated with him. I think maybe he also saw how his older sisters, even though they had no magic of their own, are treated with respect in the Li clan, unlike Akiho with her own. Kaito has only ever known a world where those who are strong are used and those who are weak are deemed worthless (like Akiho), but yet Syaoran lives in a world where both live harmoniously. Sakura’s world in Tomoeda is the same as well and filled with kindness, far different from any other experience Kaito has had, and this must have been quite the culture shock! But more importantly, Syaoran and Sakura have all the things that he and Akiho never had.

Another interesting thing to note here is that Kaito was supposedly expelled from the association about a year ago due to stealing a powerful magical instrument that was forbidden to be taken (which we now know to be Akiho herself). And guess what else happened about a year ago? About a year ago, Syaoran went back to Hong Kong to handle his ‘important things’. Coincidence? Well, famously CLAMP series often say there is no such thing as coincidence...only hitsuzen.

Just as he is about to send another attack at Syaoran, he talks about how he and Syaoran both do not have the power of divination, but that “it is for the strong to decide…what the future holds in store for us all”. I think what he meant here is “Neither of us know how this is going to turn out, but the both of us are working hard for our own goals, so may the best man win”. However, before he could go any further, Sakura used TRANSFER to switch places, and he is both surprised by this, but quite quickly decides to end things and rewind time at this moment, indicating that he had not really wanted to engage with Sakura at all at this point in time. He had even stated at the beginning of chapter 42 that he had intended to keep her frozen and only have Syaoran able to move, meaning this whole situation had only been kept going for this long so that he could talk to Syaoran.

After rewinding time and talking to Akiho later that evening, he mentioned how Parent’s day was “quite illuminating”. This could have been said about his newfound knowledge of Fujitaka, but I also believe he learned quite a bit from Syaoran as well.

Now we finally get to the more recent chapters, like 54 and 55. While sitting together at the botanical garden, Kaito puts yet another spell on Syaoran to force him to smile against his will to avoid any suspicion. I feel like this was not just to keep the peace but also somewhat of a way to toy with and tease Syaoran. What better way to get under the skin of someone so honest and open with their feelings than to force them to hide these under a smile unwillingly? I think this was the mischievous side of Kaito showing and almost like a big brother teasing a little brother, but unfortunately for him, he pushed things too far with this, and not only did Sakura notice something was wrong, but this allowed the spell to be broken, and Syaoran wasted absolutely zero time saying the things he had been suppressed in saying before.

Cue to chapter 55, our most recent chapter. Sakura has managed to keep herself from being frozen in time, and she starts off with a few basic questions. The first one was if he knew about her being able to use cards. Kaito answered simply “Yes”. But when asked about if he knew about Syaoran, he gave two very specific details about him, particularly that he knew he was a gifted sorcerer and that he was the next head of the Li clan”. He could have just answered yes, the same way he responded in regards to Sakura, but instead he seems to have wanted Sakura to know in that moment that he knows a lot of information about Syaoran and not just that he can use magic. The two then exchange meaningful looks, and it’s right after this that she looks over to Syaoran and Akiho, looking almost worried. Now, it’s not clear what they were both thinking in this moment, and it’s possible that I am overthinking this one, but I find it fascinating that his answer was so detailed here, and I don’t feel like that was for nothing. Ohkawa has always been very thoughtful about the words she writes in her scripts, and I think this is no exception.

Anyways, I feel like we’ll get more definitive answers in the future, but I’m incredibly intrigued to see if there are any further and more concrete connections between them. I feel like CLAMP has done quite a bit to point out similarities between the two, and it should be a wild ride from here on out!!

#cardcaptor sakura #clear card #alaysis #syaoran #kaito #clamp #spoiler #chrissy talks a lot #this was a long one

62 notes · View notes

thomaslightwood · 3 years

Text

The Weight of Love

THOMASTAIR WEEK - Day 2 (16th July): Thomas Appreciation Day (hosted by @youngreckless!)

I managed to put myself together to write this, hope you enjoy it 🤧

Words: 1 773

•

When Thomas was a little boy he hated runes.

He hated seeing the anxious faces of his parents when the Silent brothers put the Voyanceon rune on his hand.

He hated how he had memorized the Nourishment rune and still did it on himself.

He hated how the Iratze runes were put on him over and over again when he had a bad ill episode.

He hated runes.

But he loved musical notes.

In a way they were so similar to the Shadowhunter runes but it didn't cost anyone worries.

The first time he wrote a song - full written song - he didn't want to show it to anyone. It wasn't something that was meant for anyone's eyes.

“Tommy!”

Thomas sighed. He loved his sisters. He loved his parents. But sometimes their love was a weight that was crushing him.

“I'm coming!” he shouted in response. He hid his notebook with stories and songs under his bed, carefully putting a few things over it. Then he ran over to the living room where his sisters were.

“Yes?”

Eugenia was furiously pricking with a needle the tapestry she was making. Or trying to make. Barbara was doing the same as her's but she used the needle much calmer. She looked at Thomas.

“Come here with us,” she smiled. “The dinner is soon.”

Thomas sat on the couch next to Eugenia without saying a word. He knew why his sister had asked him to come. So they can watch after him. Like he was a glass that could be broken by the wind.

“Barbs,” Eugenia said, her face a little red. “Please come help me with this or I swear to Raziel, I'll rip it off.”

Barbara left her tapestry on the table and stood up from the chair she was sitting on, coming to the couch. Thomas moved at the end of it, making space for her.

“Here,” Barbara gently took Eugenia's needle. “You must be careful with the threads…”

While Barbara was explaining to Eugenia, Thomas was staring at the wall without blinking. He wanted to be alone. To write a new song. To train. He didn't want his sisters to babysit him.

Barbara laughed. Her laugh was soft, quiet, warming up something in your chest.

“It's alright, Nia. It's hard.” She stood up again. “I'll bring some of my materials. Wait a second.” Then she left the room, heading towards her bedroom.

“Damn it,” Eugenia said, angrily throwing her work at the table. “Stupid, useless thing.”

She hid her face with her hands and took a few breaths. Thomas, unsure what he could do to comfort his sister, approached her. He slowly hugged her, wrapping his short hands around her.

She looked at him. Her eyes were wet. But as she blinked a few times the tears disappeared. Eugenia hated people seeing her cry.

She hugged Thomas across his shoulders, almost crushing him in a hug.

After a few seconds he murmured, “You're stopping my oxygen.”

A devilish smile broke on her face.

“This is not my problem. I'm a big sister, I have duties of annoying my little brother.”

Thomas giggled and tried to fight her off. They ended up falling on the couch, laughing.

Barbara was standing on the door, smiling, while she watched them.

•

The day his parents decided he was ready to go to the Academy, Thomas had conflicted feelings. On one side this meant he wasn’t looked at like a fragile little boy. On the other hand - he had to deal with people. He was worried he wouldn't find friends. Or he would do something stupid and everyone would laugh at him.

The night before his first day at the Academy Thomas couldn’t sleep.

But in the end everything turned out fine. Even better than he expected to. He had a whole group of friends. While there, he missed the solitude he once had. He missed being alone with his own thoughts. But he liked being here. To talk with so many people who weren't his family.

There was one thing he couldn’t escape. That worry on everyone’s faces. He agreed to go to the Academy because he wanted to go away from his overprotective sisters and worrying parents. But sometimes he could see the same worry on his friends’ faces. Maybe it was all in his head. But he couldn’t get rid of the feeling that since they once knew him as a sickly boy, they forever would see him as a sickly boy.

The only one who didn’t have this worry on his face was Alastair Carstairs.

•

Thomas was aware he was becoming ridiculous. But he wasn’t sure he could stop.

He didn’t want to be Alastair's puppy that follows him everywhere. Matthew hated him. James was bullied by him. Alastair was nasty to everyone. But still.

Thomas couldn’t explain it but there was something in Alastair Carstairs that was… extraordinary.

Sometimes Thomas would spot Alastair looking at him when he thought no one was watching. He was turning away quickly and called him “pipsqueak” or “half pint”. Thomas’ heart was starting to beat very fast when this happened. Like a small song was trapped in his heart and Alastair’s closnesses was making it louder.

Shortly after James, Matthew and Christopher were expelled, he found himself in an old room in the Academy. It was all dust and dirt that made his lungs ache. But he stayed because there was an old piano in it.

It made him smile. He took out his notebook with songs and sat in front of it. He was happy to touch it, to feel its coldness and steadiness. It was refreshing.

Eventually he decided to examine the rest of the room. It was stuffed with books and old furniture.

“Pipsqueak?”

Thomas jumped. He turned and saw Alastair next to the piano.

“What are you doing here, pixie?”

“Um” Thomas said. “Just looking around.”

Alastair’s gaze slowly moved to the piano. Thomas’ heart stopped. His notebook was there. Alastair was going to see his notebook.

“T-That’s nothing-”

But Alastair was already reaching for the book. He grabbed it from the stand. Thomas started to tremble. He hurried towards the other boy.

“Please, this is just-”

“Wait a second, tea cup,” without much effort he avoided Thomas’ attempts to take his notebook back. He was scanning the pages and then glanced at Thomas. Looked back at the page.

“That's not bad, pipsqueak,” then he gave him back the notebook, turned around and before leaving the room stopped. Turned to him. “You should let me play this sometime,” Alastair said and left the room.

Thomas' heart was beating fast. He was still trembling but for other reasons. His face was hot.

He glanced at the song Alastair had looked at. It was his first song. Did he really like it? Did he really want to play it?

Thomas hugged his notebooks, smiling, because he imagined how Alastair was playing his song.

But this never happened.

•

“You damn Shadowhooligans,” Polly murmured. “Don't have demons to hunt or something?” she sounded annoyed but said this with a smile.

The four boys, giggling, headed towards their room where James managed to make their exclusive place in the Devil's Tavern.

Thomas was happy. He felt alive. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so reckless, so independent from his family. A time when he could just be.

As he looked at James and Matthew he thought how lucky they are. To find themselves parabatai. They were so different, not just by appearance. James was more quiet natured, more into stories and books. Matthew was loud, bohemian and liked being around people. Yet they somehow made it work.

Sometimes Thomas dreamed of having the same bond with somebody. The only one he could think of was Christopher. He was his brother in every way except blood. But he knew they weren't like this. Christopher would be kind of Shadowhunter Thomas wasn't and vica versa. And he couldn't imagine being with someone like Matthew - he loved him with his whole heart - but Thomas would prefer somebody more like James or himself.

Probably the parabatai-hood wasn't for him after all.

•

“I believe you'll like it there, son,” Gideon said to Thomas. “It helped me a great deal when I was your age.”

Thomas was packing clothes. He soon would turn eighteen and he was going to his travel year. He was scared. And anxious. But so excited at the same time. He looked forward to it for months.

“I hope so,” he said while putting a few shirts in his pack. “I will have a great opportunity to practice my Spanish.”

Gideon smiled. “Indeed.”

He watched Thomas pack for a few minutes with a warm smile.

“Tom,” he said quietly. Thomas turned to him. Gideon hesitated. “I came to realize that all the attention and care the family took for you were necessary but… that they may have been a burden for you.”

Thomas looked at the floor. Gideon put a hand on his shoulder.

“You never said so, I know. This is what you do. But I have noticed it. When you're annoyed at the overprotectiveness of your sisters, at your mum and I when we put some restrictions on what to do, especially when you were younger.”

Thomas looked at his father. His face was kind, gentle.

“It's alright. When I was your age I did similar things. I was silent for… some things. You know the story of your grandfather. But going to Spain had a really good influence on me. It helped me grow outside my father's control. I hope it can do the same for you. I strongly believe when you have the chance to be on your own and far away from all the people that overwhelm you with their care, you'll do great.”

Thomas' eyes were wet. He blinked a few times, trying to chase the tears away.

“I… I don't want to be away from you.”

Gideon hugged him and gently squeezed him. Thomas buried his face in his father's chest.

“I know,” he said. “I also know that this can be scary and equally exciting. Just want to let you know… it's alright to feel this. All of this. Has always been and always will be. When you return you'll be changed. And our family, we'll be here, waiting for you.”

Thomas hugged his father too. It was alright. Everything was going to be alright.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice a little muffled.

Gideon kissed the top of his hair. “I love you too.”

#thomas lighwood #tlh #tsc #tsc fanfiction #alastair carstairs #gideon lightwood #eugenia lightwood #barbara lightwood #the merry thieves #thomastair week #tsccreatenet #the last hours #the last hours fanfiction #the shadowhunter chronicles #sav's writing #my post #tsc fanfic #thomastair

90 notes · View notes

whumpzone · 3 years

Text

(masterpost) (this entry contains noncon references)

Pet passed the night slowly.

His dog bed was so high up, on the kind of soft thing that he knew humans slept on- and he would sometimes be disciplined on. The feeling of the springy bed underneath him took him right back to his punishments, his knees digging in and his ankles tied to the bedposts. Pet spent a lot of his nights wide awake, back there, being bruised and bent and battered again and again.

Maybe if he was good Master would decide he didn’t need this reminder. He knew what Master could do to him, whenever he liked. He’d rather be forced to sleep next to the whip than like this.

The blanket over him felt nice, though.

The sunlight in his eyes usually woke him up here, rather than the pull of an empty stomach, or a fresh wound crying out to be soothed. Pet would watch the sky through the ivy-clad window, with the delicate bronze-coloured panes that sometimes rattled in the wind. His training, that had been so useful, had made him so good, vibrated through his head like a train on a still night.

Master controls everything. He is everything. Master decides if I’m allowed to see, speak, eat. He decides what I see and when. Even breathing is a gift that Master can take away. I am nothing. I am his.

I am very, very lucky to get to see the sky every morning.

It was overcast this morning, and the days were gradually warming up. Master came down not long after Pet had dressed and got himself looking pretty and pliable.

“Morning, Col,” Master smiled softly. “Sleep well?”

Pet nodded. He was being good.

There was that word again. Col. Perhaps Master assumed if he repeated it enough, Pet would start to think of himself as Col too. That was how he got his current name, of course. If Pet counted as a name.

He had had another, once, he was pretty sure. He couldn’t remember it now. It gave him a headache to even try.

“Hmm. Me too. I’m actually going to be leaving the house in a second, though. I won’t be gone for too long… my cat has been on a little holiday, shall we say. I thought for your first few days here you didn’t need a silly furry creature clambering all over you. If you don’t mind her coming back, though, give me a little nod.”

Master looked at him, and Pet nodded once more. A cat was fine, wasn’t it? Cats were quiet and independent. Pet was a dog. An inferior, weird kind of dog. Pet was good and alert and had to gift of being able to follow orders. He wouldn’t be thrown out. Lots of people had multiple pets. Master would come back, wouldn’t he?

“I’ll be back very soon,” Master said, and the relief on Pet’s face must have been visible, because he followed it up with, “It’ll take half an hour, an hour at most.”

Pet still followed him all the way to the front door, hardly knowing why. The time alone wasn’t too bad- he cleaned and watched the sky a little more. Master’s house was tall, with books stacked almost as high as Pet’s head, and slippers discarded along the bare wooden floors. In the utility room Pet found the cat food and a little bowl, and set it out for her.

The front door opened again, and Pet flinched instinctively. Master coming home usually meant pain; it usually meant his owner had had a long and stressful day and his useless mutt was definitely going to piss him off. He tried to remind himself that this was his new Master, he could be different, but still- probably best not to risk it.

He quickly went to kneel in front of Master, keeping his eyes down and moving his face to Master’s shoes. Before he could kiss them, though, Master took a step back.

“Hey Col. You don’t have to do that here,” he said, and Pet froze, screwing up his eyes before the kick. Or was Master giving him a chance to learn? He didn’t sound angry. “Hey, come meet my cat. Come on.”

Master walked past him without hurting him at all, and Pet did as he was told, following him into the living room. Master sat on the sofa, and Pet knelt on the carpet, curling his fingers into it without even noticing. Master had a wide brown satchel balanced on his lap; Pet watched as he reached in… and brought out a small grey cat.

“This is Jaffa. She’s ever so sweet, Col, really.”

Pet nodded warily, his eyes fixed on Jaffa’s, which were bright orange and pointed in slightly different directions. She leapt down to the floor gracefully and padded over to Pet, giving his hand a sniff and a little lick with her rough tongue.

“Ahh, pretty kitty,” Master said affectionately. So, he did use pet names? Pet hadn’t been sure, what with his refusal to use any on him. But of course, he hadn’t earned them yet. Right?

Dusk crept along the floorboards, the colour of a healing bruise. Jaffa bumped her head against Master, then prodded him with her paw. Not shaking or whimpering. Not crying- could cats even cry? Oh, stop thinking, stupid Pet.

He watched as Master scooped his hand over her ears, scratching gently with his clipped black nails that Pet couldn’t take his eyes off. “Such a little sweetie,” he murmured.

It looked like it felt nice. Jaffa was slowly melting under her owner’s touch, becoming a grey purring cloud, her eyes seeing two corners of the room, and yet absolutely nothing at the same time. Maybe Pet needed to look more empty, like she did. She was cute.

He did worry a lot. He was probably frowning without even realising. And he didn’t purr- he’d never been trained to.

And he knew that he didn’t deserve to be called cute names, or petted gently. He didn’t and it was useless hoping for them. He still didn’t know what Master was keeping him around for, but with the arrival of Jaffa, he knew he wasn’t destined to be a cute lapdog. Pet couldn’t help the way his heart sank at the realisation. He also felt his skin start to prickle with nerves. What was he here for? And when would Master tell him?

Maybe the bed was a clue, as well as a warning. He pressed his palms further into the carpet, trying to calm down and keep himself in the present. There was nothing he could do, if that was the case, and that calmed him a little bit. At the end of the day, Master alone decided how Pet would be treated. He could behave, sure, and try to beg, but his life was not his own. It was this thought that finally allowed him to fall asleep that night, in the depths of the witching hour, the sky outside dotted with stars.

(tagging: @newbornwhumperfly @whumpadump1939 @firewheeesky @whump-me-all-night-long @captainseconds @grizzlie70 @unicornscotty @lave-whump @princessofonward @cupcakes-and-pain @bumbumbea @whumpfigure @yet-another-heathen @secretwhumplair @whumps-up @as-a-matter-of-whump @temporary-whump-sideblog @getyourwhumphere @itzagoodthing @whumpymirages @soapparentlyilikewhumpnow @zipadeedooda-drabbles @penny-for-your-whump @briars7 @legallylibra @whumpwillow @angel-stars @loyds-of-registry @tears-and-lilies @badluck990 @rosesareviolentlyread @vickytokio @neuro-whump @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @whumpsy-daisies @control-whumps @theydy-cringeworthy @starnight-whump @cursedandtired @jo-doe-seeking-inspo @justabitofwhump @glamrockgregory @rippedjeansandfadeddreams @genesissane @justbreakonme @addyez @httyd-chocolate @littlespacecastle @haro-whumps @extrabitterbrain)

#pet whump #dehumanisation #conditioned whumpee #noncon tw #col continues to be touch starved for 1100k words #also this cat is my IDEAL CAT. I WANT ONE SO BADDDDD #linden and colton

354 notes · View notes