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last-lorekeeper · 3 months

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New video! Hurray!

[It's a video (see, told ya). Zinnia is sitting atop her desk, Aster next to her. As the last of the students file in, she leans backwards until she's essentially perpendicular with the floor.

Zinnia: Hello my lovely students. Welcome to the cool classroom. We do cool things here.

She laughs and sits back up, crossing her legs.

Zinnia: So, last week and the week before we talked about the tribes of Hoenn. Now, you may have noticed that despite me talking at length about them, they're not really all that present in modern day Hoenn. They're not gone by any means but they're much smaller and less widespread. The Oceanids largely stick to Pacifidlog Town and Dewford, the Gaiads largely stick to Lavaridge, and the Draconids hang out in Meteor Village. Ours is the best and coolest, obviously, which is why its the hardest to find.

She uncrosses her legs and slides off of the desk.

Zinnia: So you may be wondering "Well what happened? Why are all the tribes so small now?" The answer to that is simple:

She holds up a finger.

Zinnia: The Monarchy.

She begins pacing.

Zinnia: Yep, once again Monarchs come to ruin everything. If you've taken Raifort's class you're almost certainly intimately familiar with that fact.

She stops in front of the smart board and pulls out a pointer. A physical one.

Zinnia: So, the Hoenn Royal Family. It all starts with these motherfuckers.

Two photos of paintings appear on the smartboard. They're both of battle scarred kings with color schemes matching Groudon and Kyogre. Zinnia smacks the smartboard with her pointer.

Zinnia: These are Grodunn and Kjogur, I bet you can't guess which one is which.

A student raises their hand.

Zinnia: That was rhetorical.

The student lowers their hand.

Zinnia: These guys were brothers and the kings of Hoenn way, way, waaaaaayyyy back in the day. They sucked, which is obvious because they're kings. Now, what particularly sucked about them, was they hated each other and they decided to make it everyone else's problem. Because we can't have two kings, no that'd be too logical and reasonable. Oh, also they were the Chosens of Groudon and Kyogre respectively so that didn't help.

Aster makes a noise. Zinnia makes the classic "silly me" gesture which looks mildly unhinged on her.

Zinnia: Oh dear you're right. I completely forgot to explain what a Chosen is. How silly of me. Basically, a Chosen is a person that a Legendary decides to bless with special powers. Usually they do this for a specific purpose, such as Groudon and Kyogre, who use their Chosens to free them so they can continue their eternal war, and Rayquaza, who uses its Chosen to stop the other two.

Zinnia flops down into her chair and spins around.

Zinnia: Anyways, the two started a massive, bloody Civil War in Hoenn. Seriously, these guys make the Aqua and Magma conflict look like a civil disagreement. What's worse, eventually they did manage to release Groudon and Kyogre as one would expect from the Cycle. But luckily, Sir Aaron, Aura Guardian and Chosen of Rayquaza, was there to stop them.

The smartboard changes to an image of the Sir Aaron and Lucario portrait from Cameran Palace.

Zinnia: Together with Coriander, Draconid Lorekeeper, and Sir Galahad, fellow Aura Guardian, they sealed away Kyogre and Groudon's power within the Blue and Red Orbs alongside the spirits of Grodunn and Kjogur, once again bringing peace to the land.

She shrugs.

Zinnia: A lot of that is considered hearsay, though. We don't actually know if its really true. But I have a primary source known as the Ghost of Sir Aaron backing me up on this so...

She shrugs again.

Zinnia: At the very least, Grodunn and Kjogur were real guys and the Civil War for sure happened. Afterwards, the entire Royal Family decided that they'd offended the gods and the only way to fix that was to name every male Norman. No, that is not a joke.

She leaps up from the chair.

Zinnia: Speaking of Normans, lets talk about a personal least favorite of mine, Norman the Mad.

A painting of Norman the Mad and an image of a Spiritomb appear on the board. Zinnia smacks the painting.

Zinnia: This is what he looked like when he was alive.

She smacks the Spiritomb picture.

Zinnia: This is what he looks like now. Well, not actually, this is just a random Spiritomb. Nobody's going down into the Hoenn Royal Tombs to take pictures of this bastard.

She takes a deep breath.

Zinnia: So... what's his deal? Well, basically, he was insane. Apparently Groudon and Kyogre made the mistake of Choosing the same guy and when you're Chosen by two Legendaries at once, especially two who are constantly in conflict with eachother, it tends to drive you a bit, well, Mad. His exploits were kind of funny, looking back on them, but at the time a lot of people got killed because of him. In the end, his soul was sealed within a Spiritomb and locked away in the Hoenn Royal Tombs. That one's also considered heresy but I have a Primary Source for it too. I've met Norman the Mad the Spiritomb and he's an asshole and I hate him.

She takes another deep breath.

Zinnia: Final one and then we're done. Time for one I hate more than Norman the Mad because she hits very close to home. And yes, I did say she. We're getting a queen this time. Byrd the First. Why is she the First? Cause Byrd the Second is currently tearing up the Contest Circuit somewhere. Good for her. Should have called her (Byrd the First not Byrd the Second, Byrd the Second's fine) Byrd the Terrible though cause she was Terrible. She basically exiled and/or killed everyone she didn't like. Draconids, Oeanids, Gaiads, psychics, non-Trifectists. Pretty much everybody, honestly. She's why all of Hoenn's tribes are so small and scattered. Worst part is, she claimed to be doing this in the name of Lord Rayquaza. The only ostensibly "good" thing she ever did was establish the modern routes we use today but that's a matter of opinion and also wasn't worth everything else.

She flops back down into the chair.

Zinnia: And we're done. The Royal Family's still around these days but they have basically no power despite pretending they do. Only one who really matters is Norman the... 16th? 17th? Eh, I don't care, Gym Leader of Petalburd City and step-father to my girlfriend. The end.

The bell rings.

Zinnia: Thanks for coming, guys. Have a good one. We'll be having a quiz on this next week so I don't have to actually do work. Don't worry, it'll be pretty straightforward and simple! Bye!

The video ends]

//Hoenn Royal Family Lore by @darlingvirus

#pokeblogging #pkmn irl #irl pkmn #pokemon irl #guest instructor zinnia

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sigilmint · 13 days

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I'm never going to shake off the memory of him. a bright smile in a crowded classroom, always halfway embracing or being embraced by a friend. asking such curious questions, having such thoughtful insight. I wish I'd known about my gender stuff at his age; I was so proud to see him, cheeks covered in glitter, holding hands with his fellow queer students. There was so much love there. I saw myself in his eyes, too, a living example of an adult who was living his truth.

Nothing in this world could have prepared me for the morning I got to work and one of the teachers pulled me aside, white as a ghost, stricken, to tell me he'd killed himself in the night. I wandered off campus, my head in a horrible fog, drifting over familiar landscape like I'd never been there before.

What pain did I not see? What complete and utter desolation gripped him, when no one was looking? Was it the same as the nights I cried into my pillow, not wanting to kill myself but hoping that something would happen to me to take it out of my hands? Was it the emptiness, the pain-shaped empty jar of hopelessness that sat inside me and kept me bound to a chair for hours at a time? It must have been something far worse, for him to have actually done it. It must have been worse than I can literally comprehend. And I had no idea in the world it was happening. He was so young, and fuck, so was I. I didn't know how to handle it. I didn't know what to say to anyone, how to comfort, how to be comforted. It was a gash ripped through us all, that couldn't be treated. And time heals all wounds, sure, but every once in a while, I check that one, and I find I'm still bleeding.

I wish I could have seen him joyously ascend through every major event, graduation, beyond, but I also wish I could have heard about some of that pain before it did what it did to him. I wish I could have helped in any way, done anything at all. I wish he never had to hurt that much to begin with.

I get scared. So many dear, beloved, wonderful friends over the years have shared with me about their attempts, and every time I can feel it stagger through me, the gravity of almost having lost them shaking my bones so hard, my head feeling like it's free-falling, just for a moment, down through the earth into that place of fog. And I'm meant to blink it off and continue on as if this information is as casual as them telling me they had toast instead of cereal today. Having to pretend that when I look at them, I'm not trying to desperately remember and memorize every single detail of their face, our friendship, every amazing thing they bring into the world. Just in case.

I suppose that the only thing I think I've learned from all this, is that if someone is sharing their pain, they're not trying to die, they're trying to catch hold of anything, fucking anything, to keep them from getting swept downriver. Even if it's just by their fingertips, or just for a moment before slipping and scrambling again. There's fight in that. And it's scary to be a life raft, but it's scarier to think about the people who drift right past you and you never even notice them. So out goes my hand, every time. I'll be scared with you. Let's be scared together. Please, whatever it is, let's do it together, so you can get out of this damn water.

#idk what this is #memorial or reflection or psa or reminder #regardless #tw suicide #thank you for bearing with

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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"Que sera, sera" - Morpheus x Wisdom!Reader

[TW: grief/loss of a child]

Pillars of Eternity Universe: [Pillars of Eternity] [The Just and the Wicked] || [Sandman-inspired playlist]

SUMMARY: Following his invitation, Morpheus and Wisdom visit Time on the Seas of Oblivion. What seemed like a social call, turns out to be a call for help.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 3.5k

[Been gone for a while but look, guys, I just started a new term and I'm 'plotting' another novel.] I recommend listening to "To the Moon and Beyond" by Gavin Luke while reading

How have you been while I was gone? Oh, I'm pleased to hear that! Shangri-La was lovely, thank you. The tree where the Spear of Ages resided for centuries is still growing strong. The swing my parents hung on one of the branches is still there. It's a wonderful thing that our world keeps changing and Shangri-La refuses to.

I'm still weary from my travel, so I'll tell you a shorter story today if you don't mind. I don't have as much vigour as I used to have in my younger years, I'm sorry, dear student. But despite the tale not being as long as the previous ones, I promise it is just as thrilling. It's about Dream and Wisdom, after all!

Before we start, have you ever heard people say they're running out of time? Ha! It always amuses me just the same. As if an ocean could run out of water! Hear me, little student, and remember this: water slips through your fingers because you're not holding it properly. Learn to handle time, become friends with it and not try to be its master. Befriending Time would be easier for people if they met that lovely old fellow...

Morpheus only heard stories about the Seas of Oblivion. He's never actually seen them, mainly because until now he had been unable to. Those uncharted waters lay beyond realms he was able to reach. Even dreams, as it appeared, were confined to a certain space but more importantly - they were bound to the grains of sand inside the hourglass and so was he. Morpheus may have been Endless but he wasn't Timeless like you.

"Seas of Oblivion are treacherous waters, dearest,” you warned him. “Underneath those sapphire waves lay memories of countless souls. The more vividly they are remembered by the living, the more vivid they appear: they might look alive, they might sound alive, they might even act like they're alive. But they are only an echo of somebody’s love."

With a blink of an eye, quite literally, Morpheus had found himself standing on a trawler, on the open sea. Cold water and salt spraying his face. A faint yet distinct aroma of algae and sludge filled his nostrils. The waters around him were about as black as the sky and if it wasn’t for the breathtaking aurora borealis, it would be quite impossible to tell where the horizon lay. There were neither stars nor moon nor planets above him - only stripes of beautiful colours so strange he wasn’t sure he could ever name them. The longer Morpheus stared at the lights the more he began noticing just how impossible they were in the way colours glided into different shades; the blues were purple after a while but when he focused a little more, he became sure that the lights were actually green. Or maybe yellow? They weren’t any colour he knew all the while shining in every shade he could possibly imagine.

His eyes, or maybe Morpheus himself, grew tired of the troubling aurora borealis and turned to examine the infamous waters. It’s hard to say whether he thought about it at the moment but in that cycle of life, he was to be the only Endless to ever see them. The impenetrable black waters were strangely shimmery as though there were silver particles drifting along the waves. Sometimes, he thought that the glimmering oddments took on meaningful shapes, only to scatter once more the moment he blinked. If he could only look at it a little longer, a little closer…

"Don't stare too long at the water.” Your words pulled him out of that strange headspace that lured him into leaning dangerously far out the side. “ It's hard to say what will stare back."

Understanding the seriousness of your warning, Morpheus looked up, away from the murky ocean but then his stare lay on something equally suspicious and thought-provoking: a black, slimy rock protruding from the indigo waters. As far as an eye could see, there was nothing resembling land. At first, the formation looked completely inconspicuous and perhaps that’s exactly why Dream’s gaze lingered on this black lump of slime - it was a little too unobtrusive.

Then, a yellow, fishy eye appeared on the surface of what Morpheus had assumed was a rock. A black rhomboid pupil stared at the Lord of Dreams with animalistic blankness as though the sea monster had the privilege of never entertaining even a single thought. Considering the distance between the yellow ocular and the boat, the eyeball itself must have been around Dream’s height in diameter. Morpheus felt a delicate shiver travelling down his spine: if that was only the eye, how big was its owner?

“Good day to you too, Charon,” you called out to the monstrum.

The beast let out a whale-like whine, then a low grumble before slowly submerging. Its yellow eye continued to stalk the floating boat.

“That is Charon?” Morpheus asked with a sense of wonder in his voice.

“Human legends do not do him justice, I agree. As they repeated the story of Time, Charon and Seas of Oblivion, the tale must have twisted and people now speak of Charon sailing Styx and a terrifying Leviathan lurking below the waves. Time should be down in the cabin.”

You turned the knob and the lock clicked. Although quiet, the Seas of Oblivion were exceptionally peaceful, so the sound of doors opening was well-audible. The two of you were about to go down the narrow steps leading to Time’s cabin when suddenly:

"Father?”

That voice… If Morpheus had a heart, it would stop beating at that very moment.

Sitting on the side of the ship, you saw a boy, barely old enough to be called a young man, with curly brown hair and an eagle nose. The tunic he was wearing was torn in many places with seaweed sticking to the material as well as his curls. He was absolutely drenched, black water dripping onto the deck of the trawler.

“Is that you?" the boy asked in a wavering, hopeful voice.

You put your hand on his shoulder and Morpheus winced slightly, suddenly and unexpectedly all the more aware of the reality surrounding him. "He's not real,” you whispered in a soft voice. “Not in the way you'd want him to be. I'm sorry."

Morpheus heard himself quietly gasp as Charon’s black, slimy tentacle wrapped around the physique of his late son, pulling the spectre under the tide. The Seas of Oblivion were quiet once more.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated while tightly holding his arm.

He didn’t answer. In the colourful light of the aurora borealis above you, his teary, bloodshot eyes glistened in a way that was both heartbreaking and poetically captivating. The thought of picking a fight with your siblings passed through your mind - you could undo this even if you shouldn't - but you discarded this idea about as swiftly as it had appeared. Impulse was unwise. Morpheus squeezed your hand and directed his steps down the stairs leading to the only cabin on the trawler. His silence was deafening.

Entering the inside of the trawler, guests were welcomed with a broken, old radio playing the chorus of one song on a loop. From the depths of the cabin, a hoarse, pleasant voice quietly sang along:

Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be

“Oh, there you are!” Time exclaimed in a raspy voice the moment Morpheus and you entered the small connecting room with a table and four barrels-turned-chairs.

The old man looked like the stereotypical sea dog: pearly white hair, a hat, calloused hands, wellies and a raincoat, even if it didn't rain in this part of the universe. As it so appeared, you had interrupted him while Time was sharpening an oyster knife. His steel eyes were barely visible as he smiled wide at you and chicken feet decorated his bright, wrinkly features.

“It’s so nice to see another face! Put the kettle on, will you? And grab something to eat out of the cupboard, dear.”

Morpheus sat across the table from Time as you walked farther into the cabin. Waiting for the turquoise kettle to whistle you looked for the aforementioned food. The inside of the cupboard was exactly what you had expected: oranges, sardines and jerky. Unchanged cuisine of Seas of Oblivion since, quite literally, the beginning of time. An amused sigh left your lips as you grabbed a few of each. Little did you know, Time had a good reason to ask you to complete this little quest for tea:

“Can you keep a secret, Lord of Dreams and Nightmares?” Time quietly asked when you were out of earshot.

“I know countless of them.”

“Good because Wisdom would hate for me to tell you this but seeing your pain hurts my old heart. Hear me, Dream of the Endless, just a sip out of the Seas of Oblivion can make you forget all that sorrow you carry. It will not change the past and its consequences but make the very fibre of your existence forget about it. You do not have to suffer.”

Morpheus stared at him for a moment, clearly pondering the extraordinary claim. He was seriously entertaining that thought. “Thank you, I…” he hung his voice for a moment, “Maybe one day.”

Just as he gave Time his answer, you entered the connecting room with the kettle in one hand and a less-than-impressive choice of food in the other. The oranges, jerky and sardines were piled up on your hand in a suspiciously physics-defying way but it would be a ridiculous lie to say that either of the men was even a little bit surprised. Their worlds were a lot stranger than the convenient ignoring of gravity.

Without asking him to, Morpheus got up from his seat only to take some of the things out of your hand and put them on the table. Watching the boiling water pour into the mug, you began the conversation: “How are you doing, Time? I hear that humid air is bad for joints.”

The man only laughed. “So is old age, dear Wisdom. I am doing just fine. The Seas are calm, the echos rarely make themselves known… It’s peaceful out here. Some days I think I don’t want my sail to end.”

"Why's that?" Morpheus asked him. To him, such reality sounded like a pipe dream and he tried his best to chase those bleak thoughts away.

"I grew to like this stubborn boy.” Time vaguely pointed at the small, circular window to your right. Out there, among black waves of the Seas of Oblivion, you noticed Charon’s tentacles peaking above the impenetrable waters every now and then. “Maybe he looks imposing and isn't exactly pretty but he's got a heart of gold, I tell you that. And to think that when I come alongside he will be unmade.” Time sighed and shook his head. Yes, that day must arrive no matter how unwelcome - the day he finishes his journey and another cycle must begin. “Speaking of Charon, he’s been strange lately as if he had fallen ill, all fussy and crabby... Or maybe he’s going to be?” Out of frustration, Time took off his cap and scratched his balding head. “You have to forgive me, old age makes me a little confused about timelines. On bad days, like today I suppose, it’s hard for me to tell future and past apart.”

“It’s alright,” you reassured him as you sat down next to Morpheus, across from your host. “Recently, one of the Palaces of Justice died. Perhaps that had made Charon unwell.”

"Oh, fiddlesticks! I didn't know they can die. Well, a time comes for everyone, I suppose." Time snickered at his own pun. “Truthfully, Charon is the reason I asked you to come.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Had something happened to him?”

“I think he’s just… lonely. He needs a friend. Endless seas and just one, poor, little Charon. I’d hate for him to grow bitter, he’s lovely if a bit tough on the outside.”

A quiet, repetitive cracking resounded in the room - it was Papsukkal, one of your crows, snacking on shelled peanuts spilling out of a massive bag placed in the corner near the stairs. Perhaps magical but he was a crow nonetheless and that meant peanuts had power over him. Used to the ever-present voice of Doris Day, you stopped even noticing the repetitive music coming from the scratchy-sounding radio.

"Why haven't you asked Aether?" you coaxed. It was no secret that your sister would be a better choice to ask such a favour.

The old man shook his head in a defeated manner. He let out a tired sigh before answering. "Wherever she goes, Abyss follows. I'm afraid she wouldn't quite understand this loneliness."

You raised your eyebrows at the bold implication. "Should I?"

Time’s steel eyes stared at you with a mildness that befits only people of ancient age. His calloused hand scratched his pearly white beard. "Only you can answer that,” he stated with a certain disinterest in his voice as though you had just asked him a question he could never even begin formulating a response to.

"I know the secret of Aether's power,” you said after a moment of silence. “I can imitate it but not recreate. Whatever ‘friend’ I make for Charon will appear alive and perfectly normal but will remain soulless. Such a creature will lack autonomy and awareness, doing only what it is told. Nothing more and nothing less. It will neither feel nor think,” you warned him.

“Please,” Time said in a quiet, mild tone. A sad smile appeared on his face. His wrinkly, calloused hand reached out to hold yours. “Charon deserves a better friend than I can be, someone to venture into the waters with him, to share his burden.”

“So it shall be,” you nodded quietly. “Come Papsukkal,” you called the bird.

Visibly reluctant to end his peanut feast, the crow flew to sit on your fingers. Morpheus and Time followed you outside of the cabin, both silently anticipating the miracle of creation they were about to witness. Although Dream had more occasions to see the scope of your power, he was just as smitten with the current possibility. Even more: he was a creator himself and yet your craft was so different from his. The major contrast was that his power was finite while yours was anything but, opening an entire uncharted realm of possibilities.

“Goodbye, dear friend,” you whispered to the bird. Its flaming eyes stared at you curiously.

Without much effort, your free hand barely tapped against the crow’s chest. Suddenly, the bird let out a deafening caw and it split into two separate entities: a black, completely ordinary crow still sitting on your hand and the strangest green ghost of a bird that appeared to be a flame brought into life. The crow-shaped spectre took flight, circling above your head.

"From the water I raise you and to water you shall return,” you said in a firm tone. Your voice wasn’t exceptionally loud and yet the black water began foaming restlessly. The trawler began shaking more than it should. “A monster of endless seas, protector of the damned. Guide the spirits of these waters, wash away the sorrows of their earthly lives. Do not fear the changing tides but learn to float along them. May the rivers of time flow in you, Silver Whale of the Oblivion Seas."

The green crow of fire let out a bright, booming caw before diving into the black water. For a moment, everything was silent, terrifyingly static. Then, a loud whine - a strangely white blue whale with green, burning eyes leapt above the impenetrable waves of Seas of Oblivion, only to fall back under the tide with a great splash.

“What a big boy!” Time exclaimed between chuckles. “Thank you, Wisdom. This is… I don’t know how to put it into words.”

“Then don’t. I know your gratitude, Time. Now we can only hope Charon and…”

“Barry,” Time stated. “He looks like a Barry.”

“Very well.” You couldn’t help a small smile entering your face. An entity so vital to the existence of this universe and he chose the simplest name one could think of. His exceptionality, like with everyone, lay not in his intrinsic nature but in his actions and choices. “Now we can only hope Charon and Barry get along as well as we want them to.”

In the distance, you could see Barry floating on his back and a thick, slimy tentacle curiously poking the whale’s exposed stomach. Once again, Time let out a raspy laugh.

“We should be returning to Dreaming,” you said as your hand gently grabbed Morpheus’s elbow. “It was a great pleasure, Time.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, dear Wisdom. Come by anytime you want.” You almost missed the quick, meaningful glance he gave Morpheus. “Thank you, again. Charon seems happy or at least happier than he was.”

The trawler, old sea dog and black, endless water faded into the marble walls Morpheus knew so well. Suddenly, it felt strange not to smell seaweed and sludge but the general dryness of his palace was incomparably better than the overwhelming wetness of the boat. Additionally, there were no ghosts haunting Dreaming.

Suddenly, someone barged into the room you had been in. Lucienne had her arms full of books and papers. Her lips were pushed together, no doubt an effect of the amount of work she had to take care of in a record time. Bless her heart for having such strength.

“Before you leave, my lord Morpheus,” she spoke fast and somehow impatiently but it was hardly her own fault, “the Order of the Burning Rose requested an audience as soon as possible. The patriarch sounded… upset, to put it lightly.”

“Thank you, Lucienne. I will take care of it,” he answered in a strangely absent voice. In rushed footsteps, she disappeared into the long halls of the palace and Morpheus looked at you with a curious glint in his eyes. “How long have we been gone?” he asked.

You shrugged your shoulders slightly. “I can’t be exactly sure but I’d say around five minutes? Maybe seven?”

He had a strange, and probably not at all conscious, habit of tilting his head upwards when he felt thrilled or fascinated. Morpheus could, of course, make a comment about how remarkable you were but it seemed pointless - who in their right mind makes a note of the wetness of water? Or the darkness of the night? “Now, if you’ll excuse me, lady Wisdom, I have a kingdom to reign.”

“Do what you must, my king.”

And with those words, he had to return to his regal duties. You, too, went back to what you did most of the time - sitting underneath the hazel tree, listening to the whispers of countless realms that were, are and yet will happen; the chattering of cycles of life.

It was hard for you to say how much time had passed when you heard a bizarre and utterly unexpected sound: a whale’s singing. You opened your eyes only to see a large fin disappearing in the sky as though its owner dived farther into the firmament like it was water.

Sparing no time, you searched for Morpheus and possible answers to his sudden change of heart. Finding him wasn’t exactly difficult - he stood on the staircase leading up to the castle’s entrance. Wrapped in his ridiculously long coat, he simply admired his new creation, no matter how narcissistic that might have seemed.

“I see you’ve been busy.”

Morpheus looked at you but only for a moment. Something about the humpback whale swimming across the firmament was a little too captivating. “For the first time, I looked at my own sky and realized it was empty despite all of these stars.”

“It’s beautiful.”

As though the whale had heard your compliment, it sang happily eliciting a laugh from you. Your eyes followed the graceful, slow movements of the mammal, while Morpheus’s gaze was stuck on you. It appeared that there were things more captivating than whales in a starry sky.

I’m afraid my tale ends here, dear student. There is still some time until nightfall. You’re welcome to linger at my home but I’m tired and, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get some rest. There should be some oranges in the kitchen if you’re hungry. Oh, and before I go, because I might forget this and it’s quite important, there are two things I need you to remember: if you dream of a humpback whale, don’t be afraid of the challenges ahead, you will succeed. The second thing is when you visit me next time, remind me to tell you the story about the patriarch and the Burning Rose. I’ll see you soon, dear student.

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italoniponic · 2 years

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okay, okay

can I plz request a short story w/ silver using 2nd POV (using you instead of y/n) about him getting kabedonned OR flustered by the reader

bonus if the reader is like smooth, but like teenager-smooth... as in the reader and silver thinks they're acting cool but then lilia's out here sipping tea being like "...cringe, but it is love."

LMAO the whole DIASOMNIA gang watching us fluster silver HELP

everyday I think of my wife and cry

i spend an hour in my bed doing nothing but thinking of him yesterday until midnight

😊 fun!

many thanks in advance~

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, my fellow Cherry! Christ, this ask… where do I even begin talking about this ask?? I tried to blend some of your suggestions together and it really got into a cringe-worthy but funny situation. Reader’s smooth antics are kinda inspired by how Maleficent talked to Philip in the og movie (yk the scenes). And I CURSE tumblr and my own mature mind for sensing a tension I never once saw on those scenes. Not on ship lever or anything but, oh God, it’s… cursed tension, simply cursed tension (I also blame Maleficent’s eye movements, they’re so well animated and this is great and cruel at times) And wow, I already made some sort of cheeky reader for a Riddle request but this reader? This one?! The shameless disastrous flirt? The way I managed to combine two languages pick-up lines?? I was dying in ways I never thought was possible, this is a comedy masterpiece! I really hope you like it! (really) Thanks for the request <3 |

Silver x g!n cheeky and flirtatious reader / ft. diasomnia gang as support /scenario / comedy-kun kabedonned fluff-chan~ / 1,4k words / use of “you” pronouns

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Flustered Beauty

You didn't have to wonder or ask how Silver got into that sudden situation because you were the one to blame for it. Let's recap the scene a little.

Once upon a time, a simple and innocent Silver had invited you to spend the afternoon on Diasomnia. You could study, walk around, or just spend time together in his bedroom, eventually sleeping in anticipation of something peculiar happening to you — with the eccentric students there and your own magnet for trouble, that was more normal than it should really be.

But little did he know that in the middle of an empty hallway on the way to his room, you would pin him against a cold gray stone wall. Your strong gaze was lit by the greenish fire of the lamps held by busts of dragons, as if you were one too.

“Silver, Silver, Silver…,” you chuckled, softly. “You shouldn't let your guard down that easily.”

“Well, you really took me by surprise,” Silver commented. Until that moment, unshaken.

“Surprise? Ah, my dear! I’m surprised that I have always set a trap for a peasant and, wow, I catched a prince.”

It was when you lifted Silver's chin with the tip of your index finger that he felt something strange ring in his heart. If it were anyone else, this audacity and manner of speaking to him would be answered with complete indifference or a silent fury in his crystal clear eyes. But with you? His blood boiled, burning with an emotion never seen before.

Although you acted like that with Silver most of the time, he just never quite got it. He knew you were a very open person, able to say anything that came to mind. And despite the confusions that this sometimes caused, the two of you matched very well together.

“Silver, have I already told you how beautiful your eyes are?,” you asked, squinting your own eyes lightly.

Silver's eyes blinked. He felt so inexplicably lost.

“It's a habit, dear. I don't think I can control it. Is that you're so beautiful, Silver…”

“You already said.”

“I said that only about your eyes.”

You grinned. You could feel your hands getting cold from the wall but you were enjoying that so much and Silver was making no effort to escape your hold, something he — as a future knight — knew well how to disarm. Silver was completely focused on you, not a sign of sleep able to distract him.

Perhaps that's why neither of you seemed to notice the presence of a small student nearby, eating a pack of grape-flavored gum bats with silent speed. Lilia was absolutely entertained by that scene and didn't want to interrupt you in any way.

“Silver, is your father a baker?,” he heard you ask.

Silver was going to say something, but you interrupted him.

“It's because you’re quite a bun.”

“That's old even for me,” Lilia almost choked on his gums as he stifled his laughter.

In fact, the story of how Lilia accidentally created this expression on one of his trips out of the Valley of Thorns seventy years ago is quite complicated and interesting, but it is not our focus today.

In the meantime, Malleus passed by and Lilia fastly pulled him behind the stone column where he was hiding. Between whispers that went unnoticed by both of you, Lilia made a summary of the situation and urged extreme caution not to spoil the sweet experience of two lovebirds disastrously courting each other.

“This reminded me that Clover-senpai taught me how to make bread these days,” Silver suddenly commented. The mention of food piqued his appetite. “You want to help me do it?”

“Darling, I’ll do anything you ask me…”

You got closer to Silver and even tried to bite his tie to get it out of his vest, but you gave up midway — it was too difficult and the fabric didn't taste good. This made Silver only reinforce his own conclusion that you must be starving. But you wouldn’t leave him until you saw his face turn into some trace of pink or red.

“I think I left the recipe notebook in my room.”

“Oh, Silver, we've barely started dating and you're already calling me to your room?,” you took your hand away for a moment to touch your face, feigning embarrassment.

“Huh, we were already going there anyway, right?,” the confused boy raised one of his gallant thin silver eyebrows.

“What a hasty boy!”

You patted his torso a few times, as if to censor him, and not even that made Silver get out of his position pressed against the wall. You seemed to be having fun somehow and that sight was enough to make him glad too.

However, far away, Lilia was stealthily biting into the now empty bag of gums, controlling himself not to scold his own son. He knew he should have taught Silver more about those things! You couldn't be the only one to embarrass yourself in that shameless flirtation in the hallway!

Malleus held a sigh, wishing his mentor would somehow keep calm while he himself was covering the mouth of an agitated Sebek. The younger one had appeared a little after the comments about going to the bedroom and he was disgusted that such a scene was happening before the pure eyes of his Young Master.

Sure enough, Silver would hear from everyone after you set him free.

“Do you like being with me?”

Speaking of him, he had asked this question out of the blue. You stared at him steadily, your arm returning to the place next to him.

“Why? Of course I do, Silver. If I love you, it's because I like to be close to you,” you answered sincerely.

“I... I'm glad to hear that.…”

And there it was what you wanted all along.

Silver looked away slightly, eyes that aroused envy in sapphires and diamonds were then set in some corner, far away from you. His face, made of the most refined marble, acquired a beautiful rosy tone on the cheekbones, a symbol of pure and honest shyness. The cherry on top was how his lips that looked like delicate white rose petals were closed in a light, contented smile.

But such an expression held a very strong power that you were not yet ready to receive. As if a sword pierced through your heart, you staggered away from Silver and held on to the other part of the wall. You could feel the redness of your defeated face.

Silver didn’t succumb to embarrassment for any of your insistent compliments or your double meaning jokes, but for a mere confirmation that his company was good. Curse him! But also, bless his heart! You really chose a prince as a boyfriend and now you could only suffer the consequences as much as enjoy the good times.

“Are you okay?,” Silver approached you, worried. “Do you feel ill?”

“Yes… yes, I am ill, Silver... and you’re my cure!,” you threw yourself into his arms, being held firmly no matter how much you were melting right there.

“But I'm not a doctor.”

He said that but suddenly an idea came to mind — a dangerous thing if you asked anyone who had known Silver for more than a year.

Still with you in his arms and feeling his own heart pounding in the uncertainty of you not liking what he was going to do, Silver pulled you closer and planted a small kiss on your forehead. That was unexpected. Very unexpected.

You stared at him in surprise, touching your forehead sheepishly as Silver held your gaze. Even when the flush of his cheeks remained there, untouched.

“You asked for a cure and a kiss always solves everything in the end,” Silver answered a question that you didn't even ask, his tone softer than silk.

It broke you in such a way that you didn't even know how to act anymore. Luckily, Silver remembered that you were supposed to make bread and that probably would satisfy your malaise, arising from your apparent — and actually non-existing — hunger.

So, as he carried you in his arms to his bedroom, Lilia and Malleus danced down the hall together while dragging Sebek in their midst like a poor screaming rag doll.

Against all the odds, Silver managed to flirt back. Or something like that.

#twisted wonderland #silver #twst silver #silver vanrouge #silver x reader #twst silver x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst fluff #some sort of crack fic with fluff tones #feat diasomnia family bc why not?#cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

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alistairs-fables · 2 months

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HELLOOOO DARLING I'M HERE TO SUPPLY WITH REQUEST What if Camilla Lockridge x Teacher Reader? 👁️👁️

A date night out from the mess of the academy they're a part of? 👀👀

Accepted, darling~

Concept: Your fellow teacher Camilla invites you on a date to her home for a nice homecooked dinner, it's exam time and she thinks you deserve a break. Established relationship I think?

OC: Camilla Lockridge (976yo) vampire that teaches at the Duskfall vampire academy, her subject is Arcane Ethics. She stands at 6'4, is chubby, curvaceous, and elegant.

Without further ado... my vampiric teacher OC Camilla Lockridge x Human!Teacher!Reader

Art made by @adri-chambers <3

After a delicate sip of a metallic-scented red liquid, purple eyes focused on your tense form. You were stressed, that was clear, and it was due to the sudden mass workloads that were being dumped on all the vampire academy's staff.

It was exam time and as one would guess, it was no easy feat to cover for teachers and students alike.

You being invited out for drinks with the vampire teacher wasn't far from normal, in fact it was very much like her to invite you out when she noticed you were uneasy. Time with her and her naturally kind nature would bring you back down to earth again, allowing you to unwind.

It was no different now.

"So, how are you liking your food, my dear?"

Although she was a vampire and had an altered sense of taste and consumption, Camilla still knew just what and how to cook, even a near millennia after being turned. She did this specifically for humans such as yourself, and the other humans that she kept the company of.

Your eyes moved up from the partly devoured food on the plate to the tall woman before you. You smiled.

"Delicious as always, Camilla."

Her own smile stretched across her face, red lipstick as vibrant as her dress following her lips.

"Just for you, love."

It was one of your favorite meals, and given her ever-loving nature, she was determined to prepare food that you would enjoy. It was a date she fashioned just for you and your enjoyment after all.

"You do so much for me." You started, and before you could apologize for causing her any trouble, she gently shushed you. She knew what you were going to say, but she assured that it was no problem. Instead, you would reword your sentiment to a "Thank you for everything."

"No need to worry about it. It's a pleasure." She said, her silky elegant voice music to your ears. "You're my favorite company, [Y/N]. Dinner is the least I could do."

Camilla was always so kind, so polite, and she was just so loving towards you. It warmed your heart every time; it would do the same to her own unbeating heart to know that she would make you happy.

You took a sip of your own drink and sighed with relief. Her company, her food, the welcoming environment of her home all had you unwinding to the fullest extent that you could. Total relaxation.

"You're too good t' me, Carmilla." You said in a soft groan, easing your aching back into the soft, comfortable chair. Your half-lidded tired eyes gazing at her from across the table. "Can I repay you somehow?"

She stood up from her seat, and her tall form towered over your sitting one. She was beside you in an instant, leaned over at your side and planting a kiss on your cheek.

"How about once exams are done, you and I go for another date?"

An eager "yes" would leave you all too quickly.

#adri-chambers #my writing #oc: camilla lockridge #oc x reader #original character x reader #reader definitely went home with a lipstick stain on their cheek that night

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fantomette22 · 1 year

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Can we learn more about your Caryll?

Well I’m glad you ask. unfold giant paper

I don’t know if you’re familiar with the lil things I already made ? (About Caryll or my other interpretations, I already talked a bit about Caryll and I did some little drawings that I’m going to repost there + there’s a few ideas in my fic too hehe)

So, dear runesmith Caryll (my beloved). I know canon/lore wise we know almost nothing except that they translate a big part of the runes + create the rune tool that is extremely practical in the game. Somehow with so little I managed to create an interpretation I really like and found really cool!

Because the post is super long the rest under the cut.

First, I need to mention I use they/them when I talked about Caryll (so it's more clear for everyone and yeah non binary Caryll rules! In French it’s a bit more complex but I try to keep it neutral...too bad we don't have neutral pronoun.) But really they can dress with any type of clothes too so they don't really mind that some person could use one gender above the other for them.

You know, sometimes in the fromsoftware games some descriptions are keep neutral (in Japanese) and become masculine with the translation (so we can’t really be sure for Caryll) and also just because I can’t choose XD (both a female or male version of Caryll are interesting !

And I’m really bad at choosing so I thought… why not nonbinary Caryll?? there’s just a lil fellow :) It’s funny because usually I managed to choose, for Dores I managed for exemple but Caryll I can’t… I like various interpretations of bloodborne story & characters too ! Always so interesting and enjoyable to saw the one of others! And I guess the others characters try to keep it neutral too and because they have no idea either

So i really come up with this design randomly. I was thinking of a design for them and boom that what’s came into my mind. Already made a post here.

At the beginning there’s a students at Byrgenwerth, then a researchers after obtaining their degree and then worked with the Church (and began the choir?), the hunters etc... They might came from or have family in Hemwick or the Fishing Hamlet perhaps? (Like this headcanon) but i didn’t thought of everything yet.

Now personality wise if I had to resume, I will say they’re a just a lil "guy" :) they’re kind, curious, really intelligent a bit shy too (but it get better after they grow up a bit) the least agressive person ever…(absolutely not based on one of my own friend) it's just the vibe that it gives me. Really everyone loved them too (because runes/translate great one>all) younger than the majority of the students that came at Byrgenwerth so a bit complicated at first. Then some accident in the pthumeru labyrinth happened then boom you hear great ones and can understand runes. So yeah sometimes they’re acting really weird (like staring at the sea/lake at 2am but he’s not the only one so it’s ok xD) but who isn’t mad in bloodborne hm? At the beginning it’s still like ok and more consider « lunatic » and I least that help them understand a lot of thing + hear stuff + have dreams. But years pass and the voices become louder and louder…

I won’t talk to their relationship with everyone in details (that would be too long so maybe later) but in my hc they're quite close to Laurence, Maria & Gehrman (+had some class with Maria, Ludwig, Rom, Mico etc...) And basically a lot of people just like them in general. Willem took them under his wing too (well that man literally like to « adopted » + help kids & young adults in need XD

(a lil adventure featuring Caryll, Maria & Ludwig in the forbidden woods here xD )

I'm not sure when the choir been formed but Caryll might be the their first « leader » You see the choir’s hat ? Caryll was the first one to have one like that.

And remember the eye pendant ? The one you got from cleric beast Laurence to go to the research hall? One of my most recent hc is that before Laurence had it, it belongs to Caryll.

Little facts :

Probably had an arcane build at some point

Like to look at big body of water (sea/lake)

Had a lil scar under the left eye but can actually see well from it. Until the fishing hamlet.

Caryll had augurs of Ebrietas (Caryll found them and keep the first ones they took back from Isz) and seems to understand them.

The choir's hat prototype they have was a gift made by Gehrman.

They helped Maria with the Astral clocktower construction.

They had some classes with Maria, Ludwig, Mico, Rom, Damian etc back in Byrgenwerth and pass their exams almost at the same time.

Laurence was their fav teacher.

Dores liked them (she don't like many people so that's huge)

They pass the Cainhurst vibe check.

Alcohol is not really their thing but they can drink more glasses than Laurence.

Can pass from one type of clothes to another really often. Making super confused someone who don't know them really well and saw them only once or twice before. What a fashion icon

"If I was a slug would you still love me ?"

And to finished you might wonder what happened to them in the end ? Well the game never answered us on that so... all I can say is that it's and it’s not going to end very well… But at least they're not trap forever in the nightmare like some, so it could be worse 🥲, Kos had some mercy. I like created funny hc but I got some really angsty and tragic one too T_T Even if I wonder why I made myself suffered I'm really proud of what I came up with for Caryll, and the impact it had on other characters.

And i will stop there i think. It’s a good introduction for now ! I have still so much to tell but another day x)

#runesmith caryll #bloodborne headcanon #bloodborne #you can found the others drawings on the Caryll tags or #my art #thanks for the ask! sorry it was a bit too long xD #hope it answered your question!#I need to redraw some of the drawings they're not that good too x)#I might share other things one day. if people ask me x)

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cheerstotheelites-if · 1 year

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Lucky number 7 for Zephyrine and Darien

From this thing

Hello Guy! 👋^^

Went "OH NO" when this song came

I apologize in advance if I OOC Darien you can yell at me later 😭😭

~•~•~

Are you lonely?

Passion is crashing as we speak

You seem so lonely

You're the ground my feet won't reach

So if you're lonely

Darling, you're glowing

If you're lonely, come be lonely with me

- This Side of Paradise, Coyote Theory

~•~•~

Ever a hopeless romantic, this woman named Zephyrine Vel delle swoons and sighs upon seeing the romance of others and can't help but wish for her own. Always at arms length. Always "the best friend", and never more. Crushes that lead to nowhere, and love nothing but barren. A lonely feeling, no? To see your peers be so loved and smothered with it, and you having nothing of the sort.

She's an outsider in this realm.

But there is this peculiar person.

In the corner of a street, petting a cat.

Her cat.

Shit, did mom put out Sashimi again…?

Like the wind, she rushes over.

"Excuse me!" She calls out, earning the attention of the stranger and her cat. Sashimi didn't hesitate to approach his owner, meowing loudly until he's picked up into Zephyrine's arm. "Hey, thanks for finding my cat. He wandered off again, and I got worried that some stray dog would maul him."

Ah, yes, lying through your teeth, Zephyrine. Excellent strategy.

"He's your cat?" The stranger questions, raising a brow.

"Uh, yeah, he is." She looks down at Sashimi, who's happily purring and burying his face in her elbow. "I saw you petting him earlier. Do you like cats?"

"Yeah, I do." Then the foreigner pulls out a small notebook and pen from their bag. Wait a minute— "Can you tell me what food you feed him? He has a very soft coat."

Holy shit interrogation in the middle of the street? Is this dude secretly the police?

After a while of interrogating, it turns out this stranger is named Darien, and a fellow Lumintoile Student! Plus, a brethren cat lover! Zephyrine may have heard about them before, from stories about a fellow batchmate fistfighting bullies and breaking rules quite often.

But… it turns out they're actually pretty sweet… and maybe a bit lonely like her. Maybe this can be a start of something new…?

"Ah, crap, I need to go." Darien says, looking at the clock of their phone. "Dad's gonna be home soon and I need to help mom with chores."

Just as they turn to leave—

"Wait!" Zephyrine calls after them, and Darien stops and looks back at her with a raised brow. "Give me your phone number."

They furrow their brows. "What for…?"

"Oh, uh, cats stuff… and I wanna talk to you more." She smiles. "You look like a fun person to hang around with, Darien."

Darien stands there, eyes widening a bit in surprise. "Wait, for real?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't mean it." Zephyrine snickers and pulls out her phone from her bag. "Come on, gimme the phone number before our asses get scolded for passing curfew."

Snickering, Darien obliges.

Numbers exchanged and phones kept away, the two teens awkwardly stand there for a moment.

"So… see you in school next week?" Zephyrine offers a lopsided smile, to which Darien returns an amused one.

"I'll see you then, Zephyrine." And off he dashes off, hurrying to meet curfew. "YOU BETTER SEND ME PICTURES OF SASHIMI WHEN YOU GET BACK!"

"I WILL!" Zephyrine shouts back with a laugh. Her smile widens to an excited grin as she races down the opposite end of the street, to her home with a skip in her steps. Sashimi held on for his dear life in Zephyrine's arms.

Maybe there is a chance to not be lonely anymore. Maybe. Just maybe.

And she'll take that chance, keeping it close to her chest.

#prompt #Zephyrine #MC's #random-user-guy

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sakurabutterflyart · 1 year

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(Before you guys COMMENT or JUDGE. Read the end letter to explain the misunderstandings or assumings about Nooshy and gender. Now, prepare to cringe!)

Titibo Tibo Songfic- Nooshy X Johnny

"Ever since elementary grade, they're already noticing.

My gestures are unlady-like 'coz…-"

A little lynx stared at the mirror with discontent, reluctantly wearing the dress.

She was wearing a ballerina's dress with her ballet shoes. Many people in the room "aww" of how adorable she was, cause she was the main character of the dance. She was that good for a little girl, to be a dancer.

But all she wanted was to get this over with. Cause much to her parents dismay, she wanted to quit. So it'll be her final show as a ballerina.

"Mom hurry up, I should be up the stage by now." She whined.

"Aww come on dear, just one more. This will be your last performance after all." Her mom said, who's actually just a white cat with her lynx husband by her side smiling at their daughter.

"Are you sure you're quitting sweetie? This is the best place to be, for girls your age." His dad asked, so sad that his only daughter is not really into it and still just like among her 4 older brothers.

"No I hate it here!" It's because it's too girly and I hated everyone here! The little girl thought, not daring to tell that to her parents cause she doesn't want to be mistaken to be a mean big tomboy. Although, she think she is.

She beautifully dance on stage. Not everyone knowing that this amazing ballet dancer is reluctantly doing it and ready to quit.

Nooshy just doesn't love it, unlike fellow girls her age. It was a dream to be surrounded by lots of dress, accessories and dolls. In her neighborhood's playground. Instead of chinese garter, her toys were trading cards and marbles. She loves everything her brother has, such as hoodies, shoes and even upbeat music that boys would like.

Then always jam with the guys near their place. To street dance and even do some stunts in breakdancing. She loves the way dancing release her wild side, how cool it is that she was able to dance faster in every beat and to look cool doing the hard stunts. It is way better than being a ballerina.

💚🖤💚🖤

When the little kitty is now a grown up lynx and entered high school. She was friends with bi's--curious girls, who also like girls. Instead of makeup kit, she brings a guitar. Cause back then there were no radios in their place but just instruments.Then she always wore long-sleeved T-shirt and faded pants.

The boyish dancer was expected by everyone to end up with a girl as well, until…-

She met the soon-to-be famous singer of the Redshore City, Johnny. Who later become her dance student and her #1 bestfriend.

People were shocked of how her flavor changed. She learned to fix and have her hair rebonded. She shaped her eyebrows at least once a month. She did all that, just to capture her bestfriend's attention. Even she herself don't know what it is that he have, that have her soften suddenly. Who would have thought that it will be a man, who'll capture a wild tiger like her.

Nooshy was in denial in her feelings at first. Then it keeps developing from bestfriend, a crush then to falling in love for real. To the point that she wants him to be for herself and she doesn't want to see him with other girls.

Even if she's boyish, her heart still beats for him.

But to her luck, he felt the same. Johnny invited her out to teach her how to skateboard. Then suddenly, the most gentle guy he knew just kissed her cheek out of nowhere. That one kiss from him, got her hooked and the woman in her is awakened.

She stared at him in disbelief.

"I like you Nooshy…" He responded.

The lynx felt a wave of emotions of confusion, shock… and mostly overwhelming in joy. But she burst into laughter, not believing what just happened. There's no way her crush just asked out someone like her.

"Are you kidding me? You do know what I am? Even if I am guy?" She pointed at herself. Her hair was boy cut, she wears her long jacket and her rip jeans, clearly showing that she did not considered herself to be a girl. Despite the make up she put on and her occasional dresses.

"Of course, Nooshy you have become more special to me. I like you just the way you are or what you will be. I know you're not into guys, but I can't stop thinking about you…" He hesitantly grabbed her hand. "May I go out with you?"

She felt her insides squeal in excitement, hiding it. There was silence between them, then she smiled widely, with a blush on her cheeks. "This is weird mate, but… I like you too. Sure, let's!"

💚🖤💚🖤

Time went on, their relationship keeps on growing stronger. When they went to college that's just when she gave him her sweet "yes" of being his girlfriend. That he have worked for 10 months, of doubts and confusion. Instead of chocolates and typical moves. Johnny avoided those cliche moves, that he captured her something he thinks it's true and that she would like. With his poems and songs, which she called corny. Which he also joked, that it somehow win her over.

Nooshy can't stop thinking about how lucky she is to have him. That it was a miracle, that she learned to wear heels and frequently wearing red dress. But to her comfort, he never wish her to change just to win him over. He accepted her as she is.

Just like a blooming flower, he cared for it with water and the right light of his everyday love. That makes her life sweet

Author's Note/ Disclaimer: (Just like the songwriter said, this DOESN'T apply to all tomboys, lesbians and bisexuals. It's just her story. While I'm not saying Nooshy is a tomboy. I'm honestly not sure, she seems one yet she still has a girly side with her make up and wearing pink. I've also noticed there are just girls who just loves boy stuffs and even loves wearing one. Even my friends or the people I'm surrounded with are like this, so I also based it here.

So this is just freewriting, since no one writes Jooshy fics. I'll write till my love for it runs out like my other ships.)

Song: Titibo-tibo Moira Dela Torre (I'll post the English translation tomorrow)

#sing nooshy #johnny x nooshy #Johnnyxnooshy #johnny sing #sing 2 #sing movie #Johnny and Nooshy #Nooshyandjohnny

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1094: Our Lea (Kingdom Hearts X SSBU)

11:56 p.m. at Smash Town's Lunar Night Club.......

Samus: (Turns to Aqua Sitting Next to Her and the Rest of the Ladies at the Bar Section) So you're telling me you were trapped in some darkness world for ten plus years?

Aqua: ('Sigh') Pretty much. It was a...rough experience to say the least, but I still managed to leave out there eventually thanks to Sora and co.

Peach: That's good to here. (Shivers a Bit in Fear) I couldn't imagine being trapped in that scary place for so long......

Bayonetta: (Simply Shrugs) I could think of more scarier places to go to than that to be frank. But speaking of ten years trapped, shouldn't you be older than what you currently are right now, darling?

Aqua: I should, but....I don't t....feel any older at the moment.

Rosalina: Maybe the world you were in have little and no effect on your physical appearance?

Aqua: Perhaps. ('Sigh') I rather not think too deeply on the matter for now. (Smiles Softly) The night's still young and ahead of us, is it not?

Daisy: (Smiles Brightly) Damn right. (Raises her Fist Up in the Air) LET'S GET OUR PARTY ON, LADIES!~

The rest of the Certified Moms begins to cheer in rejoice until a buzzing viberatation is heard from inside of Aqua's mini purse. As she takes it out from there and answers the call, the screen reveals itself to be one of her students, Roxas, calling her on video chat.

Roxas: (Happily Greets his Keyblade Instructor) Hey, Ms. Aqua!

Aqua: (Smiles Back at the Boy) Good evening, Roxas.

Moms: (Greets Roxas as Well) HIIIIII!~

Aqua: How is your movie night going along?

Roxas: As well as you expected. We just reached the climax of the of the film and let's just say that a certain fire mom in here didn't take it too well all the way through.

Roxas moves his phone show the gang their fellow mom member, Lea, in tears with Xion sitting next to him, rubbing his shoulder in comfort.

Peach: (Gasps Along with a Few Others) Oh my. Lea, is everything okay?

Lea: (Looks at the Screen While Wiping his Tears Away) Yeah. ('Sniff') I'm good. Just....('Sniff') Getting my emotions in check is all.

Aqua: You watched Coco again, didn't you?

Lea: No. ('Sniff') We watched "My Girl" this time. ('Sniff') Just saw Thomas bite the dust. ('Sniff') Damn kid only wanted to be a stupid acrobat when he grows up, damnit! (Covers his Face While Bursting Out Crying)

Xion: (Starts Looking at the Screen as Well) It's been taking a toil on him for a bit of a while now.

Lea: And now I have a lot to say, so....('Sniff') Don't end the call just yet, okay?

Rosalina: We're not going anywhere, dear.

Palutena: Yeah, you have our full attention. Right, girls?

Moms: (Nodded in Agreement)

Lea: Alright, good. ('Sniff') Now, I just wanted to say....('Sniff') That I love you girls and I appericate you involving Teach and I to your friend group. ('Sniff') Not that I'm deserving to being part of it to begin with, but.....

Moms: ('Gasps')

Peach: Lea, don't say that! You are very much deserving to our team and our friendship.

Lea: ('Sniff') I mean, do I really though? ('Sniff') I mean, compared to you guys, I'm a joke of man. A waste of space even!

Xion: (Gasps Before Pouting at Lea) You take that back right now, mister!

Roxas: (Glares at Lea) Axel, you're a lot of things: lazy, a snarky smart mouth, hard headed, and a really cool, loving Fire Mom who is anything BUT a joke or a waste of space to anyone, even us!

Xion: (Quickly Nodded in Agreement) Mmhmm!

Samus: They're right, man. You're way more loved and appericated to us than you're giving yourself credit for. So stop thinking otherwise, okay?

Moms: Yeah!

Lea: ('Sighs') Okay, fine. ('Sniff') I won't think lowly about myself anybody. ('Sniff') (Comically Glares and Piints at the Screen in Front of Him) But I still meant every word I said to you all earlier, damnit!

Aqua: (Giggles Softly) We know you do, Lea. It means a lot that you think highly of all of us.

Peach: And don't think we'll take your words for granted tonight either. (Points at the Screen on her Side of the Call) We're gonna give you the biggest hugs of a lifetime first thing tomorrow morning, you better prepare yourself by then, mister!

Moms: Yeah!

Lea: Challenge accepted. (Gets Up From his Seat)('Sniff') In the meantime, I'm gonna get myself ready for the next call. (Makes his Way to the Bathroom) ('Sniff') Fire Mom out!

Xion: (Turns Back to the Screen) We'll.... make sure he get some sleep after this.

Roxas: Assuming he doesn't tire himself out first. (Smiles Softly at the Moms on Screen) In the meantime, you all enjoy your ladies night or whatever.

Xion: (Happily Waves Goodbye to the Moms) Goodnight!~

Moms: Goodniiiiight!!~

End Call

The Next Morning at Seasalt's Residence......

Lea: (Walks into the Kitchen While Grumbling)

Isa: (Watches Lea Makes his Way to the Counter Woth a Small, but Noticeable Smirk on his Face) Heard you had yourself a roster coaster of emotions last night~

Lea: (Starts Making his Morning Coffee Beside the Sink) And it's draining me down as we speak. ('Sigh') I swear, that's like, what? The eleventh time this happened?

Isa: Twelveth and a half to be expect. And it keeps getting more amusing by the minute.

Lea: (Rolls his Eyes) Uh-huh. Glad it kept you entertained. Maybe next time I'll cry about how smarter you are than me or something

Isa: No need. The brilliance of my intelligence speaks for itself just fine. (Genuinely Smiles a Bit) Still, it means a lot that you think fondly of me and Barret. You actually managed to brighten up our night that evening.

Lea; Another rough night at the bar?

Isa: Not really. It was more uneventful and dull if anything, which is ironic considering we've been wanting nothing but peace and quiet for the longest time now.

Lea: (Walks to the Table) At least you didn't have to deal with rude customers this time.

Isa: True. And the windows remained untouched thankfully. (Takes a Sip of his Cup of Coffee)

Lea's about to take his seat to enjoy his morning coffee until.....

Roxas: (From the Living Room) Hey, Axel!

Xion: You have companyyy!~

Moms: WE'RE HEREEEEEEEEEEE!~

Bayonetta: .........Darling~

Lea: ('Sigh') Damnit. (Push his Seat Back to the Table) Guess my coffee has to wait.

Isa: (Raised an Eyebrow in Curiosity) What's happening right now?

Lea: (Starts Stretching his Arms and Back) I gave an emotional phone call to my mom pals last night and now I owed them a Good Morning Group Hug, maybe even cuddles if they feel cozy enough. Ypu watch my coffee for me, will ya? (Points at Isa) And DON'T have your lips on it either.

Isa: ('Scoff') Please. Like I would ever drink your above average coffee.

Lea: (Glares at his Boyfriend) Hey, the coffee I make is fucking delicious! Not as perfect as yours, mind you, but it's damn near close.

Isa: I doubt that. (Shrugs) But I suppose I'll respect your wishes and not taste your precious, average coffee, since you care that much.

Lea: You better not.

Moms: Lea!~

Lea: Alright, alright! I'm coming! (Starts Making his Way to the Living Room While) Sheesh, you guys sound like my own mom.....('Sigh') Okay, ladies, giving me your best- sHOT!?

Before he could finish his sentence, Lea immediately gets hug tackled by his fellow members of the Certified Moms Squad with Roxas and Xion following along shortly afterwards.

Moms: (Giggles Softly) Good morning, Lea!~

Lea: (Already Engulfed a Loving Group Hug While Groaning) Could you guys at least give me a warning before doing that crap!? A-And watch the hair! I just combed and brushed it earlier this morning!

Isa sits around in the table, enjoying his well made coffe while hearing the sounds of giggling and Lea's complaining in the room right beside him. As he put his mug don't, he looks back and forth before slowly and sneakily brings his boyfriend's mug in front of him before taking a small sip of his own coffee he made.

Isa: Hm. It's actually not bad.

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[WP] It’s PTA day at school! Unfortunately your mom is sick and can’t go, so your father goes in her stead… The only issue is your father is a literal demon from Hell. Surprisingly, everything went OK. [Reddit - u/Endulos] (12/04)

~Devil's in the Details~

{Warning: LOOOOOOOOOONG}

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So, here's my situation...

In my little slice of heaven, Evelin County, the PTA is right up there with the sheriff's office and the mayor. You make the right friends, do a few favors, and bake the right cookies, and that turns into scholarships, recommendations, and basically a full ride to any school you want.

My mom has been working her way up the PTA ladder since she knew she was pregnant with me. She's saved up enough IOUs to guarantee me a doctorate in any field I want, with a seven-figure hiring salary to boot. There's just one problem...my dad.

Love the man to death and back, but he despises the PTA. He says they're a bunch of soulless, manipulative, power-hungry hyenas who could care less for the betterment of the students or their families, which is funny, seeing that he's a demon. Now, he is "Reformed," for the most part, but there's a reason my mom and I did everything in our power to keep him as far from the PTA as humanly possible.

That is until my mom got sick.

Nothing too bad, just a really bad stomach virus, but it meant she was too sick to go to her meeting. Now, missing a meeting every once in a while is understandable, but this was the Memorial Meeting where PTA leaders of old returned to honor a lucky few with what is essentially a golden ticket. The very few kids who've gotten one are now so rich they don't even lie on their taxes or have offshore accounts.

All my mom's work led up to this moment. She used every last favor she had to get a seat with Penelope Tyler Addison, the first head of the PTA, and a chance at getting me a golden ticket, but when she got sick, it nearly destroyed her. So, my dad, the loving husband he is, offered to fill in. After trying every medicine, spell, and curse she could think of to cure satan's cold, my mom begrudgingly let my dad go.

And the grin on his face could only be described as, "I am going to Fuck. Shit. Up!"

So, after days of shopping, rehearsing, and a really fun daddy-daughter spa day, the night had arrived. We entered the auditorium looking amazing. Me in my humble red dress shirt with the sleeves rolled, a black midi skirt with a matching belt, a color-coordinated handbag, and my auburn hair in a perfect bun. Then there was my dad, jet black hair combed to perfection, wearing a perfectly tailored black three-piece suit, gold cufflinks with a matching Rolex, and his favorite bright...red...tie...

I blinked. All I did was blink, and he was gone. Only the faint sound of maniacal laughter could be heard as I looked into the crowd with dread.

So, here we are. My entire future is on the line, and my dad's running at it with scissors in both hands. Only one person can stop him: me, Diana Pater.

Diana weaved through the multiple crowds of guests with grace and gusto, saying high to her fellow students and also having polite but quick conversations with other parents and school faculty. Diana notices an eerie, shadowy figure in the distance every few minutes, believing it to be her father. She races through the crowds only to find the figure gone.

"I can't believe it," said Diana, "he's using demon magic. Ooooh, I am rat on him so fast when we get home!" In her frustration, Diana doesn't notice an elderly lady and bumps into her, nearly causing the woman to spill her tea. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, ma'am!"

"Oh no, dear, it's more than fine," said the elderly woman. "More people than floor at these get-togethers nowadays. You know, back in my day..." Diana becomes tense as she realizes she fell into the oldest party trap there is, the reminiscing elder. The woman drones on about her youth and how different the PTA was when she was younger for what feels like hours.

Meanwhile, Diana notices the shadowy figure popping between crowds all around her while she's held captive by politeness and conversational etiquette. Diana looked down at the elder's nearly empty tea cup. She fights against an idea forming in her mind but studies herself with a deep breath.

"Excuse me, miss," said Diana.

"Please, call me Gabbi," said Gabbi.

"Ms. Gabbi, I can't help but notice you're almost out of tea," said Diana. "How about I get you a refill? Then you can find a nice place to sit and finish your story."

"I would be so blessed," said Gabbi as she handed her cup to Diana. "Not too many like you in this generation. Your parents should be proud." As Gabbi turned to start looking for a table, Diana stopped her.

"Ms. Gabbi, wait," said Diana, "you forgot your tea." Gabbi laughed at what she thought was a joke until she saw her glass filled with hot tea. The elderly woman found herself unable to look away from her drink, seeing her life in every ripple of her drink. The steam from the tea wafts into her face, and a light green energy pulses through her veins. That same energy passed over her eyes like a wave before she looked up, staring far past Diana into the distance. She then shuffled through the crowds.

Diana watched as Gabbi wandered into the mass of people, guilt plain on her face. She then feels a rush of energy fills her body, almost overwhelming her. When the feeling subsides, she pulls a compact mirror from her handbag. Her skin has gone from light bronze to a rich tan, and her eyes from dark brown to bright yellow. "Sorry, Gabbi. Tea's on me next time, I promise."

Diana continues to walk through crowds but appears to be using them like portals, entering one and coming out another on a completely different side of the auditorium.

"Lord damned, I've been out of the game too long," said Mr. Pater as he walked out of another crowd. "I mean, how hard can it be to find one stuffy bag of bones?" Mr. Pater walks into another crowd only to be stopped by his daughter, who grabs him by his jacket collar.

"Gotcha!" said Diana.

"Guess I'm not the only one getting in trouble tonight," said Mr. Pater.

"A necessary evil to accomplish my goals," said Diana, "just like Ms. Adderson and the PTA."

"There is a diamond chandelier on the ceiling," said Mr. Pater. "What part of the school's budget did that come from, ya think?"

"I know you're not about to lecture anyone on frivolous spending," said Diana.

"Well, I did write the book on it," said Mr. Pater. "I've also been working on a sequel, "Ditching your Demon Daughter on the Doorstep" Chapter One..." With the snap of his fingers, Diana instantly appeared outside the auditorium holding her dad's jacket. Diana growls in frustration as she throws the coat back on the ground and charges back into the auditorium.

Back inside the now even more crowded auditorium, Diana struggles to move a few inches, fully at the mercy of the sweaty sea of people. Finally finding some room to breathe, Diana looks around, unable to see anything other than the ever-shuffling crowd.

"Ok," said Diana, "I don't need to find dad to stop him. All I need to do is beat him to Ms. Addiline!" Diana then looks up at the chandelier on the ceiling. "And I know exactly who to ask."

Next to the indoor entrance to the auditorium, a woman sits in a golden chair wearing a silver off-the-shoulders dress with royal purple ruffles at the top, a purple sun hat with a silver ribbon, and a diamond necklace with hints of silver inside.

The woman watches the crowd with an aura of superiority, occasionally scoffing and sticking her nose up at those passing her. After shooing away a small child, the woman looks up to find a paler Diana standing in front of her, nearly causing the woman to fall out of her chair.

"Enjoying the party, Evilyn?" asked Diana.

"Once again, daft child, it's Mrs. Edalyn," said Edalyn, using the most obvious fake British voice ever heard. "I see once again your poor excuse for a mother has failed to instill in you any manners." Diana struggles to disguise her anger as she tightens her fists behind her back. "Speaking of which, where is your mother? I would have figured she'd be parading around how she blackmailed her way into getting Ms. Addison's invite."

"She had...personal business that needed her attention," said Diana. "My daddy and I are here on her behalf." Edalyn scoffed.

"Your father?" scoffed Edalyn, "What is going to do? Try and pay her off with his brain-rotting books. You would have been better off coming alone!"

"Oh, I bet you know a lot about ***THAT***!" whispered Diana.

"Excuse me, young lady," barked Edalyn, "Do not murmur to your elders! Speak clearly!"

"You're right," said Diana, bowing her head, "I'm sorry. I was just wondering if you knew where we could find Ms. Adderson. We've been looking all night but haven't been able to find her. "

"Because you don't," said Edalyn, a large grin across her face. "Ms. Addeson doesn't sully herself with the riff-raff. She'll only send for those she feels might be worthy of her company, and given the current state of the PTA, I wouldn't be surprised if she never shows her face again."

"Oh, I see," sighed Diana, "I guess I'll give Billy the bad news." Edalyn suddenly sat up straight.

"What does my husband's son have to do with this?" asked Edalyn.

"Well, my mother told me about how hard you campaigned to get Ms. Adderson's invite," said Diana. "Our relationship aside, Billy is a bright kid in his own way, and if Ms. Adderson didn't see me as qualified for the golden ticket, the least I could do is point her in the direction of someone just as, if not worthier than I." Diana barely hides her grin as she watches Edalyn's eyes dart around as the situation races around her head.

"But, if you think she's already left, then I guess I'll just tell Billy and head home." After turning around to walk away, Diana silently counts down from five, and once reaching zero...

"I'm sorry, but that is not how a proper lady ends a conversation!" yelled Edalyn. Diana quickly scutters back to the older woman. "Lucky for you, I am in a more forgiving mood. That being said, hypothetically, I knew where Ms. Adderson would be. How would I know you'd actually put in a good word for Billiard?"

"Ms. Edalyn," said Diana as her eyes were engulfed in a dark green hue. "I promise, before the night ends, Billy will be richer beyond his wildest dreams." Diana reaches out her hand. "Do we have a deal?" Edalyn pretends to mull over the decision for a few seconds before giving in and reaching for Diana's hand.

However, just before they shake, Diana takes her hand back. "One small thing though, you have to say one nice thing about my family, all three of us." Edaly glares at Diana annoyed.

"Fine," said Edalyn. The two shook hands, and instantly, a rush of dark green energy raced through Edalyn's veins, causing her to shiver and quickly retract her hand. "Ugh! Two words, baby powder!" Edalyn pulls out a bottle of hand sanitizer and frantically rubs it on her hands.

"Thanks for the advice," said Diana, rubbing her hand on her skirt. "Now, where's Ms. Adderson?

"Dressing room five," said Edalyn, "and make sure to knock first."

"Thank you," said Diana as she entered the door. "It hasn't been a pleasure."

"Likewise," said Edalyn, "hope the door hits you on the way out." With the door now closed, Edalyn tried to get back on her high horse when she saw a more vibrant Diana walking toward her from the crowd.

"Enjoying the party, Mrs. Evilyn?" asked Diana...again.

"Seriously?" asked Edalyn, "Now you're just trying to annoy me."

"I'm sorry?" asked Diana.

"I highly doubt it," said Edalyn. "What do you want now?"

"I...uh...I don't..." said Diana, baffled by the conversation. "Have you seen Ms. Adderson?"

"Good lord!" said Edalyn. " Did your mother forget to get you tested, or were you always this insufferably moronic!"

"Excuse me?!" asked Diana.

"You're excused," said Edalyn, "Dressing room five, F-I-V-E, do you need me to write it down for you? No? Then go and fill your half of the bargain!" Getting what she needed and struggling to fully comprehend what was happening, Diana walked through the doors next to Edalyn, with the older woman slamming the door shut.

Diana stood on the other side of the door, confused and angry.

"Fuck you, Evilyn!" said Diana.

"Language! Shit!" yelled another Diana. Diana looked down the hall just in time to see herself racing around a corner in a panic.

"Oh no, you don't!" said Diana as she gave chase—light green energy pulsing through her veins.

Doppelganger Diana surrounded herself in a cloud of dark green smoke, transforming back into Mr. Pater as he ran down the halls. Diana slid around the corner and threw a lime-green ball of slime at her father.

Mr. Pater ducked the slime ball as it splatted across several lockers. As the two race through the school, Diana continues to try to slime her dad, but Mr. Pater proves to be a master of magic as he transforms into several animals to avoid his daughter's attacks.

"I know this probably isn't the best time," yelled Mr. Pater as he transformed into a dragonfly, "but your fastball has really developed. I mean the consistency alone!"

"What can I say?" said Diana as she leaps behind a wall. As Mr. Pater flies around a corner, Diana is a few feet in front of him, mid-pitch. "I had a great coach!" Diana launched the slimeball, nailing her father and pinning him to a wall. Mr. Pater returns to human, the slime expands to keep him stuck. Diana walks up to her father, breathing heavily.

"Nice try, dad," said Diana, "but you're...on my turf. There's not an...inch of this school...that I don't know about."

"Then I guess you know what's on the other side of this wall?" asked Mr. Pater. Diana surveys the area while looking at the school map in her head. Her eyes widen in shock as she realizes the answer. "Demon's 101, we never play it straight, and if I timed it right, you've burned through all the demon energy you got from your deal."

Diana looks at her arms as the green energy fades and her skin turns pale. She looks back up to see her father phase through the wall behind him. "See you on the other side, baby girl!" Diana grits her teeth as she forces whatever demon energy she has left to the surface as she leaps at her dad.

Mr. Pater falls onto the ground on the other side of the wall. He sits back up and sees Diana stuck in the wall from the waist up. Mr. Pater tries to keep a straight face but lets slip the occasional snicker. Meanwhile, Diana tries furiously to pull herself free from the wall to no avail.

"Diana, stop," said Mr. Pater as he walked toward his daughter. "You're not gonna get yourself out like..." Diana reaches out to try to grab her father but is barely an inch away from touching him. "Diana, stop. I'm not going anywhere. Now let me just..."

"Just what? Phase me back to the other side of the wall so you can ruin my future!?" yelled Diana.

"You're half right," said Mr. Pater. He tries to get close to Diana but flails her arms at his face to keep him at bay. "Seriously? Are you seventeen or seven?" Diana crosses her arms and puffs her cheeks with air while glaring at her dad. "You know what? Fine, I'll make you a deal..."

"How dumb do you think I am?' asked Diana.

"Not dumb enough not to hear me out," said Mr. Pater. "If you can tell me, right here, right now, why this dumb golden ticket is so important to you, I'll pull you out, and I'll follow your lead."

"But?" asked Diana.

"No lying, no half-truths, no omissions, one hundred percent honesty," said Mr. Pater as he extended his hand. "Deal?"

Mr. Pater dragged a chair from another room and sat in front of his mounted daughter.

"I'm all ears. Why is this so important to you?" asked Mr. Pater.

"Because it'll set me up for life," said Diana, "I may not know how, but it's not some myth or anything like that. Ms. Adderson has a proven track record with testimonials."

"So, you just want the fast pass to success, huh?" asked Mr. Pater. Diana nodded her head. "Then why didn't you try to leave me at home?"

"Because I needed the ride," said Diana.

"All your friends drive," said Mr. Pater, "and I know Gavin would have gladly given you a ride for free for the box of cold pizza we have back home. That definitely would have been easier than playing cat and mouse with me."

"Well, it's not like I had a choice," said Diana, "Mom made you come." Mr. Pater just stares his daughter down. "Yeah, knew that wouldn't fly the second it came out my mouth. Oh, wait! Because mom's been working for this her whole life. I couldn't let seventeen years of work get flushed down the toilet."

"Sure, that's true," said Mr. Pater, "but you're still lying."

"But-" said Diana.

"You still haven't explained why you let me come with you," said Mr. Pater. "Especially since I have a long and detailed history of dunking on the PTA." Diana became frustrated as she struggled to find any sort of an answer.

"Why do you even care!? What's the point of this!?" yelled Diana. "Was this all so you could teach me a stupid lesson or something!? Do you hate the PTA so much that you'd possibly ruin your daughter's life and your wife's hard work?!"

"Because they don't care about you," said Pater. "A PTA is supposed to be an organization where parents work with the local school for the betterment of the students and the community. There is a chocolate fountain the size of an actual fountain out front, most of the people in there are wearing clothes worth more than our house, and the entire organization becomes an episode of survivor when one raggedy old skeleton comes to town promising wealth and a stress-free life."

"I had to watch your mom work herself to death and back trying to get in with the right people In that hell hole! You think I know how to make a Faustian Bargain? Your mom has put me to shame on four separate occasions that I can prove. I'm pretty sure she legally owns a soul, a full soul!" Mr. Pater takes a few deep breaths to recompose himself..

"I...I didn't know," said Diana.

"Yeah, you did," said Mr. Pater as he tapped his heart. "I've seen how you've taken care of your mom after some of those meetings. Somewhere between that big brain and your bigger heart, you put two and two together. Now the real question is, why do YOU want this so bad?"

Diana slowly began to slide forward from the wall, not noticing due to being deep in thought. She thought back to all the nights she found her mom passed out on the couch, coming home defeated and miserable, and all the happy days ruined by a PTA phone call.

"Because it could save mom," said Diana as she was ejected from the wall into her dad's arms. Light green energy rushed through her body as color returned to her skin. "You knew, you knew the whole time, didn't you?"

"I'm a Lord of Avarice," said Pater, "I know what everyone wants, physical or otherwise, helps with Christmas shopping." Mr. Pater helps his daughter to her feet. "You good? Everything where it should be? No extra weight anywhere?"

"Yeah, yeah, I think I'm OK," said Diana. The two walk down the hall until they reach dressing room five. "So, what do I do now?"

"Hey, a deal's a deal," said Pater. "I follow your lead. Just know, whatever you choose, I'll back you up one hundred percent." Diana smiles as she sheepishly raises her fist to the door.

"You said you always know what people want," said Diana, "why does mom want this?"

"A means to an end," said Mr. Pater, " to giving you the best life she can." With one last deep breath, Diana knocks on the door.

Diana and her father walk back into the auditorium as the crowd watches Mrs. Edalyn on the stage. A tall, lanky young man wearing a cheap suit that is a size too small waves at the pair.

"How you doin' Billy?" asked Mr. Pater.

"Oh, you know, one wheel at a time," said Billy.

"...yep, I totally get it," said Mr. Pater.

"So, did ya get it? Did ya get the ticket," asked Billy.

"She offered, and it was...a lot of money," said Diana, "but I think I'll find my own way to the top."

"The look on her face when you said "no," laughed Mr. Pater, "I should taken a picture for your Mom., maybe it could've shortened my life sentence."

"Don't worry, Dad," said Diana, " I got your back. Don't know what good it'll do once she finds out about..." Mr. Pater fakes a loud cough before motioning toward Billy. "About my secret...pet...snake, yeah!"

"Ooh! Ooh! My Pop's and I can take it off your hands for ya, free of charge!" offered Billy.

"No sweat, Bill, I got it handled," said Mr. Pater, "but you can do me a favor." Mr. Pater pulls a folded slip of paper from his pocket and hands it to Billy. "Take this to your Mom, it's a note from Ms. Adderson, she'll want to read it to the crowd." Billy takes the note and salutes Mr. Pater.

"You can count on me, sir!" said Billy.

"You know what, you're right!" said Mr. Pater as he pulled twenty dollars from his back pocket. "Keep the change." Billy stares at the twenty like it is his firstborn child.

"Wow! A whole twenty dollars!" said Billy. "This is more money than I thought was possible!" Billy excitedly tackles his way through the crowd on a path to his mother.

"What was that about?" asked Diana.

"You'll see," said Mr. Pater. "Just smile and nod when she looks at you." After parting the crowd like the Red Sea, Billy climbs onto the stage. To his mother's annoyance and embarrassment

"Hey, Ma'ma...oop, I mean Ma-ther," said Billy. "I got a note for you from Ms. Adderson." Edalyn takes the note and finds Diana in the crowd, nodding at her with a smile next to her father, recording on his phone. As she opened the note, inside it read, "Pay up!" Edalyn's eyes turned a dark green hue as she took a firm grip of the microphone.

"I, Edalyn Mackenzie, would like to take this time to apologize to Lucy Pater and her wonderful daughter Diana," said Edalyn. "In all my sixty-two years as a part of the PTA, I have never seen a woman so dedicated to this organization than Lucy, especially seeing that I have done everything in my power to get her to quit since day one!" The crowd gasps as whispers fill the room.

"Giving Billy that money was part of a deal to embarrass her, wasn't it?" asked Diana.

"Easiest deal I've ever made," said Mr. Pater.

"I love you, Dad," said Diana as she hugged her father's arm.

"To Diana, for all the shit I've given you," Edalyn continued, "just know it came from a place of intense, borderline psychopathic hatred and jealousy stemming from the relationship, or lack thereof, with my parents. Mind you, they did nothing wrong to me, they were actually very kind and understanding I was just a monster of a child. They truly deserved a child like you, Diana. Hell, they could have made Billy into Einstein with the amount of love and support they wasted on me.

"So, was that piece of paper some kind of script?" asked Diana.

"Nope, this is all stuff she truly believes," said Mr. Pater, "whether she knows it or not. The spell's called "Absolute Truth." She'll only stop when her part of the deal is fulfilled, meaning she has to say something nice about all of us." Diana's eyes widened in horror.

"Including you?" asked Diana.

"Yep," said Mr. Pater, "let's see what you have to say about Mr. Pater."

"And to Morris Pater, oh, if you only knew how I truly felt about you," said Edalyn.

"Oh no," said Diana.

"Shhh, this is gonna be good!" said Mr. Pater.

"When I first read your books, I truly felt seen for the first time in my entire life," said Edalyn. "You hooked me on your every word like a fish desperate to get caught!"

"Wait a second..." said Mr. Pater.

"I followed you on all your socials," Edalyn continued, "and treated every one of your posts as if they were verses in my bible, which they are because I made one and sent you a copy."

"Oh my dark lord, I thought it was a joke from my editor," said Mr. Pater.

"I even found out who your editor was and used his address so you would think I was some sort of creep," said Edalyn. "I then followed the pakage just to find out you lived here, in my county! I was so ecstatic I went home and-"

[End of Video Playback]

Morris sits next to his wife, back at home. Lucy frantically scrolls through the rest of the videos on his phone before he takes it back,

"Yeah, everything after that is just...yeaaaaah," said Morris, "In short, I'm pressing all the charges and getting some protections wards just in case."

"I can't believe that hag was your stalker," said Lucy. "How was she allowed to run a PTA!?"

"And to think," said Morris, "we would have never found out if I..."

"Don't even try to spin that shit!" said Lucy, "We're going Sunday AND Wednesday church!"

"For how long?" asked Morris.

"Depends," said Lucy, "how many zeros were on that golden ticket?" Morris sat there in awkward silence. "Ugh, you're lucky you were right, or you'd be sleeping in an actual dog house too." Lucy wrapped herself around Morris, hugging him onto his back. "That being said, thank you for doing what you did. I'm lucky to have married such a caring demon."

"Hey, like I said, I'm well worth the investment," said Morris.

"Also, where is Diana? I didn't hear her come in," said Lucy.

"Oh yeah, after...THAT, " said Morris, "Billy needed all the emotional support, so she and a few other kids took him out for dinner. Then she's gonna mind wipe him after."

"That's sweet of her," said Lucy.

"Do we know how to raise 'em or what!" said Morris.

#writeblr #writting #creative writing #writing prompt #fantasy #Demon #Greed #This was soooo looooong!#Odd family

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morefandomscenarios · 2 years

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sabo fluff where he likes to tease the reader about being a nerd. like, they make a book collection and read them halfway through before buying a new book. this is basically me 😭

Maira pls this is so cute 😭

Sabo would totally call you his nerd in a playful way, but only when you're ok with it!! He means it in a loving way <3

This turned out to be in modern au hope that's ok!! Also Ace and Yamato making an appearance here just because I can lol

"Sabo, can you accompany me to the bookstore?"

Your boyfriend, halfway through leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, halts in his movement and pouts.

"No 'hello'? Not even a 'I love you'? If I didn't know any better, I would've thought I'm your gofer and not your boyfriend!"

Knowing that he's not actually mad, you giggle and motion for him to lean back down. He grins and obliges, and his reward is placed onto his cheek by your soft lips.

A loud whistle enters your ear, and the both of you turn towards Ace, who's sitting on his desk and has a massive lopsided grin on his lips. Sitting on the chair at the desk he's occupying, Yamato chuckles and throws a knowing grin towards the two of you.

Your cheeks erupt with warmth. Sabo huffs and sticks out his tongue at his brother.

"You're just jealous cause your sweetheart isn't around this week!"

"Yeah, that would be you and them if they were around, don't deny it," the silver-green haired boy poked his friend's side, earning a betrayed whine.

"I mean true, but y'all don't have to be so mean about it!! I'm in literal pain here, being separated from my sweet, dear--"

"So, bookstore?" Sabo turns back towards you, acting as if the interruption hadn't happened at all. Ace protests in the background, but Yamato pulls his friend from throwing a childish temper tantrum by pinching Ace's cheek, effectively redirecting his attention from the two of you.

You smile shyly and nod.

"Alright nerd, let's go get you more books you can't finish," Sabo ruffles your hair and links your hands together before bidding your two classmates goodbye (read: Sabo and Ace making weird faces towards each other like a pair of idiots while you and Yamato wave at each other like normal people).

The hallway is bustling with students, mostly third years running around and talking to their fellow yearmates. You and your boyfriend stick as close as possible, sharing a silence between the two of you amidst the loud crowd.

Occasionally one of you would wave or shout back a greeting when you encounter your friends, the sight of your closeness just an everyday sight for them. Granted, some would follow the greeting with a teasing remark or two, but you know they mean it in a good-natured way, so you laugh and agree, because most of the time they're right - you are pretty whipped for your blond boyfriend.

It's only when you reach the school's courtyard that you dare to speak, looking up at Sabo with a wry smile on your lips.

"You know I don't think of you as a gofer or keep you around just to use you, right?"

Sabo blinks at you, a little surprised at the sudden question, but seeing actual worry on your body language, he chuckles and squeezes your hand tighter.

"Of course I do. And you know that I don't call you a nerd because I mean it in a degrading way or anything bad, right?"

You smile back at him lovingly, "I know."

"Good. Because you'll always be my cute, adorable nerd."

#one piece #sabo #scenario

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crazycatsiren · 2 years

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Since you are a wonderfully proud homemaker I thought I could come to you with this.

I’m a fellow house spouse and today I woke up feeling bad about it. I thought about how if I were to successfully get a 9-5 job right now I would probably have a huge mental health meltdown and be unable to function. I’m only semi-functional most days as it is. My brain is telling me I’m a failure.

Have you ever dealt with these thought or feelings? How do you combat them? It came on me so suddenly this morning and I’ve been thrown off ever since.

Yes. I used to think I had failed, too.

I have a master's degree, and what do I have to show for it? More than 40 grand in student loans still sitting there. And guess who's paying my student loans? My husband. Who has also been paying my medical bills and for my medications (not that they're expensive because we have health insurance and we live in Germany), as well as funding my equestrian hobby, my voice lessons, coachings, and dreams for a performing career on the European stages, and my witchcraft and religion supplies. And I don't even cook dinner every night and go grocery shopping every time.

But, dear one, this is love. This is what people do for those whom they love. And it makes them happy to do so. Should our roles be reversed, I know I would be doing the same for my husband willingly and gladly. We have stuck together through thick and thin, when we were dirt broke, when I emptied my bank account and borrowed money from my family to pay off his overdue bills so the debt collectors would stop calling us and his parents (who, by the way, could have lent a hand but chose not to, and I will never forget it). And now, my husband wants to take care of me. He doesn't want me to sacrifice my physical and mental health when we haven't counted on me to pay the bills for years. He just wants me to be happy, and as healthy as possible. Because he loves me.

And out of love for my husband and our family, I do my part. I keep house, I take care of the four legged-kids, I run errands, I make appointments, I take charge of the household, I manage finances, I do these things so my husband doesn't have to on top of his full time job. I'm doing good work.

And you know, this works beautifully for us. We're happy. So very happy. And that's what matters more than anything. I'm happier since I started staying home full time, and my husband is happier to, and that happiness feeds off of each other. My health is improving, because I have the time and freedom for all the medical care and treatments that I need. It is worth it. It is so worth it.

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kino-alternative · 3 years

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“ This will be a long one! Also, trying angst, so uhh . . Don't be surprised if it's bad! ” ( Inspired by: The Story Of Evil )

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“ The Servant ”

Keywords: Y/N- Your Name, T/N- Twin's Name ( Your twin is a girl )

Notes:

This is a Nagito Komaeda X Reader.

This will obvious have SPOILERS for the game. Specifically, the whole Danganronpa: Goodbye Despair game.

Reader's Gender-Neutral. Also suggest listening to “ Daughter of Evil ” “ Servant of Evil ” and “ No Regrets ”.

0: 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 -

Y/N L/N was a part of the Future Foundation, 14th division. While their twin sister, T/N who was the Ultimate Queen ( Originally Princess but a certain blonde already took the title ), was a Remnant of Despair along with the rest of their class.

It pained the twin to see their other being controlled by the strawberry blonde fashionista. Especially since they had to capture her themselves.

After running the program, Y/N decided to enter as a secret agent of the Future Foundation to help the two others when needed. It hurts knowing the truth but they were glad to see everyone before the tragedy struck.

Their dear twin sister was indeed a troublemaker and others even say she's ‘ evil ’ due to her cruel and awful personality, but of course as - not only her twin - her loyal servant ever since they were reunited, Y/N stood by the girl's side.

There was also another that they treasure, Nagito Komaeda,The Ultimate Lucky Student. Yes, even knowing how he is, he managed to make them fall for him. It was interesting really, since T/N isn't really fond of him ( Most of them don't ). But their was something about him that made them feel . . . Loved. Not platonically.

Y/N and their friends, their fellow survivors of the first killing game, had thought everything would go smoothly.

Sadly, that was not the case. That's the reason why I said ‘ first ’ after all. Y/N had failed to protect the Ex-Remnants of Despair from Monokuma's sick game. They could only think of him being the reason the virus entered in the first place.

Three trials. Three blackeneds. Four victims. It was awful. They hated the fact they had to go through another killing game. Now here they are, starving in two fruit-based buildings. Unfortunately, that was not the only motive the despair loving bear had planned.

1: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫.

“ Upuhuhuhu! That's right! T/N is an agent working for me! ” Monokuma announced to the eleven remaining students. Everyone's eyes widen as they all looked at the said girl with shock and anger.

She took a step back, almost stepping on the skirt of her dress as she clicked her tongue and gritted her teeth. “ Seriously!? You peasants believe him!? ” She asked with a glare.

“ How can we not? You're basically . . Evil! ” Kazuichi exclaimed, hiding behind Mechamaru to avoid the girl's glare. Everyone agreed with what he said. T/N was definitely cruel and awful, how did she managed to get her Ultimate anyway?

“ Silence! You shall not call them ‘ peasants ’! ” Sonia ordered with a stern look on her pretty face. The young queen scoffed, crossed her arms and looked away “ Isn't that what we call others below us, your highness? ”

“ I mean, as despairing as it sounds . . Monokuma hasn't lied to us ” Nagito pointed out, to which T/N replied - “ Hush, you hope obsessed freak! ”

But it seems like everyone seemed to believe it's true.

“ You asked for me, your majesty? ” Y/N entered the deluxe room of Grape House. There, at the desk, was their twin who's eyes were shining with anger. “ That damned bear . . Those peasants . . ” She began to curse under her breath as she stabbed a certain area on the map.

“ I will make him pay for ratting me out ”

The elder twin sighed and walked up to her, placing a blanket they grabbed from the bed over her shoulders. “ It is getting late, you should rest. Some sleep should give you energy for now ”

T/N whined but listened nonetheless. As soon as the girl plopped onto bed, she was out like a candle light. Y/N smiled softly and kissed her forehead, bidding her goodnight before leaving the room.

“ That devil shall not live to see the light of day . Not after she poisoned us with her thorns ”

“ A body has been discovered! ”

Two. Two victims. One was a destroyed robot and the other was a stabbed with gunshots H/C girl. That's right. The victims were Mechamaru Nidai and T/N L/N.

2.1: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞.

Nagito knew something was off.

The moment he saw his hope, Y/N, he knew that they were hiding something. And that something was indeed shocking. “ Ah, I apologise for not introducing myself earlier . . I'm Y/N L/N, the Ultimate Servant ”

That was a lie.

After completing the final dead room, he got his prize. It was files about them. Not only did he found out that Hajime was talentless and was a reserve course student, but his dear hope, his true love of his life, Y/N was not only talentless, but an agent of the Future Foundation.

He was upset but understood Y/N's reason. But for some reason . . He can't help but feel like he missed something.

2.2: 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭.

After the trial . .

“ That's right! The blackened who killed T/N L/N and destroyed Mechamaru Nidai isss . . . Gundham Tanaka, the Ultimate Breeder! AHAHAHA! ” Monokuma cackled as everyone looked at the breeder, who seemed to be prepared for the up-coming punishment.

Despair was painted on everyone's faces, a few tried to hide it. But one let out the pain that was weighing their down, slamming their hands on their podium which surprised them.

Tears streamed down their face as they asked, “ Why did you choose to murder her!? Why in the brutal way!? ” Their voice cracked from the sobs that came after the question. They knew that the H/C haired servant would be upset, but it was shocking to see them break down so . . Easily.

But . . Come to think of it . . They weren't acting like themselves. They usually back Hajime up with no hesitation but during the trial, they kept their mouth shut. Like they're scared to say something wrong or spill information.

Gundham replied while looking away, “ Mechamaru did not deserve death . . But that daughter who's lord is a devil did. She was a demon and lived in the depths of darkness ” ‘ Y/N ’ 's eyes widen those words, their grip tightening.

“ That's right . . I deserved to die ” Everyone looked at them with confusion as they straighten their posture “ It's my fault they died . . ” Placing a hand on her chest, she exclaimed “ So pin the blame on me! ”

Then it finally hit. This wasn't Y/N . . This was T/N. If that's the case then . .

Nagito lowered his head and whispered, “ Y/N's gone . . ”

Knock Knock ** Click.

“ Y/N, you're here! Good news, I have an idea on how to prevent . . Huh? ” T/N turned around to see her twin that was wearing her clothes and their hair down like hairs. They looked identical to her. “ Why are you . . ? ”

They only smiled and gave her their clothes, a letter was placed on top of it. “ I actually have a plan of my own, dear sister ” T/N's eyes widen in sudden realization, “ You don't mean . . I will not allow it! Besides, that damned bear would know! ” She exclaimed, her eyes glistening.

Y/N shook their head and placed the clothes on the bed. After that, they put their hands on her shoulders with a firm yet gentle grip. “ I already took care of that issue ” “ But- ” “ Listen now my dear, you and I will switch and you will be me. It is fine, we're twins and I'll be here to take the strike ”

They wiped away her tears with their thumbs and kissed her forehead, “ They won't know because we look alike ” Y/N stood on the original position their twin was in as T/N hesitantly switched clothes. “ B-But what about Nagito!? Surely, he'll miss you! A-And I'm the devil here! I'm the demon! Not you! ”

Their smile saddens, “ . . . ” They knew how the pale luckster likes to pin the blame on his luck and himself. But they already wrote to him in advance. They hoped it would help him in some way. Y/N truly love the luckster just as much as they love their twin sister. But they live to serve their sister, even if it kills them. Even after knowing everything the other's don't.

Dodging the first question, they replied with closed eyes “ If the devil's your lord as they all curse your name . . Then I am a demon too, for we have the same blood ” As soon as T/N finished dressing, they pulled her outside and ordered “ Now go, don't look back and be free ”

The twin sister hesitates before turning away and acted like they had a normal conversation, holding back the tears as the cameras assumed she was the other. Y/N watched her leave before closing the door, leaving it unlocked and sat on the chair while watching the fire on the candle dance.

“ If the day comes that we are reborn once again, it'll be nice to play with you ” They could hear the footsteps “ I'm sorry for leaving you Nagito . . But until then . . ”

* Creak!

Glaring at the breeder, they asked ( sounding like their twin ) “ How dare you, you pest!? ”

Watching the execution was painful, like always. T/N handed the letter to Nagito before leaving the trial room “ . . They wanted you to have this ”

3: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

“ My Dearest Nagito,

I am guessing that T/N gave you this after revealing the truth, correct? But, that is not the point.

I know what you're thinking.

You're blaming yourself again, are you not? You blame your luck. You regret letting me get close to you.

But you shouldn't.

Yes, I have broken our promise. And I truly am sorry but I will never regret getting close to you. I'm sorry for leaving you behind so early.

And I know you may think you have nothing to live for but please, live and fight the despair.

That's what you tell me, right?

A daily reminder that you are not useless nor worthless, you are more than that. You're more than just a stepping stone. Don't be afraid to acknowledge that, even if you don't believe it.

Can you do me a favor? If it's alright.

End this killing game for me. I know you know about the files but that's the past. The future is still out there, right? So please, live and end this killing game with the others.

It seems like I'm running out of ink, so let me say this one last time, alright?

I truly and deeply love you, Nagito Komaeda. Please do remember that. Even after what you did, I can not help but love you. So, if the day comes where we are reborn, I'll gladly fall for you all over again.

I'll die with only one regret. And that is, I wasn't able to protect you.

- Signed, Y/N L/N <3 ”

4: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡.

“ Please, wake up ”

Y/N slowly opened their eyes, trying to figure out where they were and what was going on. But as soon as they sat up, they were pulled into a hug. “ Y/N! You're awake! ” “ T/N . . ? What . . ? ” Their gaze then landed on Nagito who stood beside Hajime.

Then it snapped, they hugged back and smiled “ So you did it . . I'm so glad ” They whispered as T/N pulled away and Nagito walked up to them. Tears finally streamed down his cheeks as he held both of their hands and leaned his forehead on theirs. “ You're here . . ”

Y/N kissed his nose, “ Everything's alright, I'm here, you're here, we're here. Safe and sound ”

Everything turned out to be great in the end. T/N slowly warmed up to everyone. They're working with the Future Foundation on Jabberwock Island. And all is good.

Arms wrapped around their waste as the luckster placed his chin on their shoulder, playing with the ring on their finger. With a content sigh, he says “ I love you ”

Yes, everything has it's flaws but nonetheless it was perfect to them.

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“ I hope you all enjoyed it! Angst isn't really my strong suit but hey, I'll get better at it! ( I was originally going to put a bad ending, but I'll make that someday ) ”

- Sincerely, Mizuki Kioku.

#nagito x reader #danganronpa x reader #dr nagito #nagito #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda #sdr2 goodbye despair #nagito imagines #inspired by: story of evil #queen of despair servant of hope #twins

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marchioness-caprina · 3 years

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You Like Me Not?

{ Final Part }

Pairings : Takami Keigo ( Hawks) x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warning : Cussing, Stalker Tendencies, Toxic Tendencies.

Word Count : 2947

Read; { Part 1 } , { Part 2 }

3rd Person's POV

A month has Passed. Yes a whole Month has passed and y/n was surprisingly doing well; in the surface at least.

Inside. Not so well but at least she's coping up a lot better than a few weeks ago where she'd often cry herself to sleep, even in the showers. The lingering pain was still haunting her like there's no tomorrow but now she's getting used to it.

After all, First love is usually the greatest and the most painful experience.

Instead of moping around and sulking, she began investing her time and effort into being a Hero. And the effort paid off greatly; her performance was improving and she's proud to say that she's on par with the top three of the class which mainly consists of Izuku, Todoroki and Bakugou.

She was finally getting the attention that she deserved, plus it takes her mind off of Keigo and his jerkass.

However, at the end of the day she felt so empty and devoid of something---someone she longs for. And she will never accept that it was Keigo she was looking for.

But she needs to stay strong and let go of those people who can't even appreciate the little things she does; she won't let them bring her down. No, not when she's finally seeing something big for her up ahead.

Unfortunate as the saying goes ; All good things will come to an end. And for y/n, that is today.

Their class was split in groups for an Activity. Y/n along with Kirishima and Mina and Izuku were paired up to patrol the busy part of the city where crimes are mostly committed.

And guess who their Hero guide is? Yup one of them is Hawks and the other one is Enchanting.

Y/n who had a smile on her face seemed calm on first approach but inside she was cussing her heart out for the terrible luck she's got.

It had to be two of her worst nightmare. How charming.

" You Kids doing fine back there? " Keigo asked, his eyes never leading the road and beside him was a bored looking enchantress.

The two were their Hero guides for today and everyone was ecstatic. Except for y/n.

" Yeah we're good! " Kirishima answered for everyone and y/n was thankful that she didn't have to exchange a few unnecessary words with Hawks.

Her attention was now caught by the Broccoli boy right next to her who was vigorously writing notes down on his notebook.

" Oh my gosh it's the Pro Hero Hawks " Izuku was becoming a mumbling mess as He continued to scribble. His pace was a beyond anyone y/n had ever seen and she was very much intrigued by Izuku's unwavering determination.

" You know Midoriya-san, you're actually really handsome up close" Y/n muttered and izuku froze on the spot; heat rising up his cheeks as he tensed. Slowly he turned to see the h/c haired girl who was smiling at him tenderly.

" I-I-I... Umm... T-Thank you Y/n-san... A-and... You're really handsome too.... W-wait I mean n-not handsome because you aren't a g-guy w-what I meant to say was... P-pretty.... You're really pretty" Izuku gushed out and as much as y/n tried to contain her laughter she couldn't keep a straight face and began laughing at Izuku's Adorable antics.

Izuku was going red due to his rising embarrassment as he began to stutter out another list of explanation why he accidentally said it.

But their little conversation didn't go unnoticed by Keigo and Enchanting.

" Wow, she moves Fast. Better try Harder Birdy. As far as I see it; she's sick of you and look she's a boy magnet. You're gonna lose if you keep this up " Enchantress casually gave her comment and Hawks gave her a narrowed look.

" Shut up miss ' I'm a hundred years old' you better hope she'll be mine by the end of the day, I've pulled a lot of strings to get her here and it ain't easy " Hawks kept a calm expression; his lips tugging up into a smirk as he continued " This was your fault to begin with. If I can't win her over today.... Well you're gonna get wrinkles starting tomorrow. I'm not a very forgiving fellow"

" We'll see Hawks... We'll see "

" Oh, we Will "

" Hey! You two lovebirds better stop flirting and Tell Kirishima here that Cats are better than Dogs! " Mina exclaimed and with how loud her voice was; she caught everyone's attention within her first attempt.

" I told you Mina, Dogs are Manly. And they earned the title of Man's Best friend. They're dedicated and Loyal but I wanna know who you guys will vote for" Kirishima replied as he glanced back at the still very flustered Izuku and A Smiling y/n.

" W-well.... I think I prefer Dogs than Cats... Sorry Mina " Izuku gave Mina an apologetic smile as Mina pouted before turning to y/n.

" Come on y/n you gotta be on my side on this one " Mina pleaded and Kirishima pulled her away.

" That's cheating Mina, don't pull the pity card on Y/n. That's so not Manly... But.. Well which do you prefer y/n? "

" Hmm... Well... I----"

" I vote for Birds. I heard Birds are very reliable companions miss y/n. I assume that you feel the same way? " Enchantress piped in and y/n gave her a raised brow but she managed to catch on to what enchantress was saying.

" Oh? Well I understand the reason why you Like Birds Enchantress; I do too... Well I used to anyways but to answer your question I prefer Dogs... Sorry Mina. I like how a Dog will be loyal to you till the very end"

" Hmm? So you're saying Birds aren't Loyal? " Enchantress chimed and y/n's chuckle made Kirishima, Mina and Izuku shudder.

Her laugh was cold and forced; her eyes landed on Enchantress and a teasing smirk was now displayed on her face.

" Well Enchantress, Upon Personal experiences... Then my Answer is No. Birds aren't Loyal at All" Everyone shivered at her response simply because y/n had took the risk of jumping straight onto a landmine. Because Hawks had a bird based Quirk.

The temperature dropped to negative and even enchantress seemed to be affected by the sudden change of the atmosphere.

" Really Now? You wound me Baby Bird " Keigo's smile was passive aggressive and y/n didn't hesitate to return it.

" Don't call me That Hawks. And stop acting like you know me"

" I'm very Hurt by your words... Especially about your opinion on Birds. I for one am very Loyal "

" Nah, I Love dogs but I also like Bunnies... Take izuku for example. He's cute, shy and smart like a Bunny. Not Cunning, Manipulative and Sly Like a... Hawk" Y/n countered as she placed her Hand on top of Izuku's Head petting him gently.

Her action made a growl rip itself from Keigo's Throat and everyone froze at his aggressive reaction.

" Sure, I may be Cunning, Manipulative and Sly... But you forgot one thing Baby Bird "

" And what is it Hawks? "

" Hawks are Birds of Prey... And They are Very Possessive " Keigo answered, his Fetagers began to Bristow and sharpen; eyes trained on y/n's figure as he slightly lowered his stance.

" Huh? Why would I need to know tha------ahhhhh! " A scream was heard as y/n disappeared from her place as well as Hawks.

Unfortunately she was brisked away by the said Hero at A speed far top fast for the human eyes to follow.

" What the!? " Kirishima , Izuku and Mina who were knocked down on the ground after the Aerial impact of the winged hero were stunned as they frantically looked around for their Female Classmate who had vanished into thin air.

" Let them Be kids " Enchantress muttered as she gestured for the teens to follow her.

" B-but--!".

" Let. Them. Be..... Seriously I don't want to have any wrinkles because of that damn Cocky Hawks .... So let them be or else "

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" Hawks! Put me Down! " Y/n demanded, she was brisked away and slung onto his shoulders like a bag of potatoes and now Hawks was flying away and note that they are far from the ground.

" As you wish"

Y/n could practically feel the smirk in his voice and her heart dropped along with her body as she screamed for bloody murder because Hawks was being a Jerk and dropped her in Mid-air.

" Keiiiiigooooo! " Her scream was more of a threat and after 15 seconds of falling in Mid-air she was once again brisked away by the winged Hero who was smirking at her.

" God... I missed it so much when you used to call me by my name and not ' Hawks ' or ' Takami' " Keigo chuckled as he faced the girl who was holding onto him for dear life.

" Ah... Shit I almost died" Y/n hissed as she began shifting in her position, her legs were tightly wrapped around Keigo's Torso, her arms had snaked themselves around his neck and don't even get him started on how hard she was pushing her body against his.

" Easy baby Bird. Don't. Be too feisty with me... I might lose control " Keigo whispered bit he was met with a scowl.

" What is wrong with you? Can't you just leave me alone? If you think this is funny well it's not. I don't want to see or even hear you" Y/n spat out as her heart began pounding in her ribcage from both the adrenaline and embarrassment .

Hawks didn't answer and just gave her an intimidating glare that almost had her shrinking and burying her face on his chest.... Almost.

" Sure you don't want to see me... But really? Leeching yourself on every single boy who comes near you? You're driving me crazy Little Bird. I almost became a serial murderer because of you... Picture this... Pro hero Hawks; the first Hero to Murder a student because of Jealousy " Keigo bitterly laughed .

" Keigo... What the fuck are you saying? ---"

" I'm not done venting!, you think it's fun to mess with my head? Where the fuck were you over the past few weeks?! Seeing another man? While I stayed in my office drinking a huge load of bullshit? Driving myself crazy in that room anticipating when you'd show up again!? And now....now you have the guts to flirt with another man right in front of me " Keigo was pouring out all of his frustration right in front of her and he was far from being finished.

" For a moment there I almost considered the possibility of becoming a murderer... Just because he touched my Girl... He stole your attention away from me... I fucking waited and I resisted the urge to fucking drag you to the nearest alleyway y/n----"

" Cut to the fucking chase Keigo! "

" I Love you y/n! That's what I was trying to say Baby Bird. I Fucking Love you! " Keigo panted out and Y/n was more than speechless.

She didn't know what to feel, she didn't know how to react. After all that? And the effort she made to move on... Now... Now he's being so difficult and telling her he love her?!.

" Keigo, if you think a bullshit excuse like that is enough then you're wrong! Have you had any idea how hard and painful it was for me? How much I had to endure became I loved you? Damn well you don't and you don't have the right to slap this shit right in front of me you bastard! I cried myself to sleep and... And... You... ---" She couldn't finish her sentence when tears began to flood her eyes and was now cascading down her flushed cheeks.

She began sobbing and hitting Keigo's chest which has done absolutely zero no no damage at all.

Keigo's only response was to hold her in place and tighten his arms around her waist; letting her vent.

Of course he was awful to her. He was one hell of a fucking idiot to do this to the woman he loves.

He told her everything, it was true. He barely had any decent sleep and worked his ass off while waiting for her return. He didn't want to carry that habit of being an obsessive stalker. Of course he didn't tell her about how he had stalked her multiple times, he didn't want to scare her. But all of it was true. Including the jealousy part.

" I'm sorry Y/n....i really am--"

" Sorry ain't cutting shit you Jerk! Just when I'm moving on you stomp your way back in! "

" No y/n....don't ever move on. Stay here with me... I know this may sound toxic and shitty as fuck but hear me out... I know it hurts but bare with me... Don't move on.. Stay even if it hurts.. Don't leave me and give me every thing of who you are... No matter how painful it is "

" You selfish prick! Do you realize how greedy you sound! You fucking maniac! "

" I know! I know... But all my life I've been deprived of everything I actually wanted.. I was told to be this and not that... I never had the chance to actually have what I want so please y/n....allow me to be selfish when it comes to you... Let me be greedy and give me You. I don't care if I'm selfish because I'm only selfish when it comes to you.... So please. Beat me up, hit me, stab me... I don't care but just don't Leave me" Keigo growled; angry at his words and his selfish desires bit he couldn't help it.

Y/n who was still sobbing her heart out was listening to every word he had uttered. She fought back the idea of actually giving him a chance. She knew Keigo was sick to the bone but she's even worst knowing that this type of guy had attracted her and lured her to love him.

How... Why is she so soft when it comes to him? Is this how love really is? Because if it is... Then she doesn't give a shit. She wants him too. But she isn't going to make it any easier for him. If he wants her then he better earn her, No more miss nice y/n.

And He wanted her... He needed her and he isn't just about to let her go. He'll hunt her down even in hell.

" Keigo... You.... Ugh... I... Shit... "

" Is it working y/n...am I winning you over? "

" Only because I loved you Keigo you prick "

" Correction You still Love me...so be my girlfriend?"

" Whatever. Just so you know, I'm not saying yes to your proposal. You gotta earn me you fucking retard and it isn't going to be easy"

" I knew you were going to say something like that. And yes I'm ready to make those sacrifices for you, Just... No boys " Keigo smirked as he cradled the girl in his arms.

She still had her arms wrapped around his neck as he landed on one of the very few skyscrapers in the city.

" No can do Keigo... Your Baby Bird here is a Boy Magnet---" Upon seeing how fast Keigo's demeanor had shifted to something more gruesome she shut up immediately and nodded her head.

" You too Chicken wings... No girls for you"

" No can do, your Bird man here is a lady magnet " Keigo smirked returning her words at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes and reached her hand up to paw on his blonde hair; giving them a harsh yank but before she pulled him down, her lips meeting his in a rough and demanding kiss to avoid any form of kinky retort from Hawks.

Keigo immediately responded and took full control of dominance as his lips moved in sync with hers. Rough and passionate, but unfortunately Keigo was getting a little bit handsy; his hands made its way towards her thigh giving it a harsh squeeze but before he could do anything else she pulled away covering his mouth with her hands when he tried to catch her lips again.

" Nuh uh Keigo. We're Going slow "

" Ugh... Nice job being a Kill Joy Kid...tsk.."

" Fuck you Keigo"

" Why don't you do it yourself you Coward "

" Oh I will Keigo "

" Really? I don't mind breeding you right here if you wan---"

" Eww Keigo shut up. I was kidding. I want to be a Hero before becoming a Mom"

" Yeah, Good luck with that because I think you're gonna be a momma anytime soon because you said Yes to Me"

" I didn't say jack shit like that Keigo" Y/n snapped as she began squirming in his hold with Keigo chuckling and laughing at her poor attempt.

" Relax. I was Kidding-- "

" Thank Goodness for a moment there I actually thought you we---"

" Maybe "

" Keigo! "

End~? ♡...............

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