#i seek it out and imagine it and sometimes write it down depending

[awarmbowlofhomemadesoup]

How to Build Resilience in Long Fanfic Writing

Sometimes, when a fanfic goes past 20 chapters, people who had been commenting, began to lose interest. Maybe you'll start doubting your skill or whether you "have what it takes" to be a writer, even if you're doing it for fun.

But maybe you see all those beautifully written but unfinished long fics and mourn that they'll never be finished (for the writer's valid reason or another). And you don't want that to happen to yours.

There is also an advantage to completing long fics: you develop the discipline to write original novels which can take far longer.

So if you're in for the long haul and you want to stay steady and true despite whatever popularity your fic may have, here's how to have the resilience to finish it to the end.

(Disclaimer: this is not a reason to stop commenting on fics)

#1 Whatever You Think You're Owed, Let It Go.

Accidentally quoting Elsa aside, I'm talking about comments. Comments validate and can make you learn new things about your fics through other people's eyes.

But when you see a high-to-low ratio between kudos and comments, you may feel like you are owed.

When you push yourself to complete three long chapters and publish them all in the same day and only get one response, it can feel like people are being mean.

The truth is, we'll never know why the people who loved our fics will not talk to you about them.

Maybe they forget there's a person behind the fic.

Maybe they're having a bad day and just want to shut down after reading something enjoyable.

But whatever the case is, it's beyond your control.

This post said it best (shoutout to @radioactive-earthshine) :

"Remember - hits/likes/kudos/comments are not reflective of the quality of your fic or your ability to write. Most people just don’t comment - even if they say they do, they don’t... Even if your fic brought tears to their eyes and it haunted them for weeks and they printed it out and sent it to their friends they just don’t comment. You just have to accept it.

I'm not saying you force yourself to let it go now. But someday, you will need to let it go, and control what you can which is you.

#2 Put Your Life First Before Your Readers

I have to say this because sometimes writers would have thoughts like "I haven't written for a long time; people must be wondering about it." Nope. Stop. Not worth it.

Creating is fun, but it is also exhausting. Add into the fact that most of us have 8-hour jobs or classes.

The reason you haven't written for a long time is that other aspects of your life deserve your time and energy, too. And after all that, you would be understandably tired.

So put your life first before your readers.

#3 Make Preparations to Replenish Your Soul

Long fanfic writing is energy and time-consuming. But you cannot depend on external validation to make up for it.

External validation in the form of comments can be good because we don't want to imagine it's all in our heads. But seeking it too much leads to what I've read in the book, "Ego is the Enemy":

"If outside validation is your only source of nourishment, you will hunger for the rest of your life."

So before posting a chapter, list down what you can do to replenish your soul after. Treating myself to a cafe one time helped. So is taking walks when the air is cool.

To stop anticipating responses too much, what works for me is to post on Wednesday. Wednesday is when people are less busy. At the same time, when the weekend comes, I don't obsess over it so much and can focus on other aspects of my life or replenish my energy for the next week.

In the commitment to complete a long fic, it's important to be honest with yourself. This is to be transparent with your needs and watch out for any signs of burnout, like feeling sad and tired. If you need to walk away from your fic for a while, then do it.

#3 This is Between You and Your Creation

Yes, fandom should be two-way street. Yes, fandom shouldn't treat fanfics and fan arts like commodity. And yes, there should be interaction and engagement. But before all that, there is this thing between you and your creation first and foremost.

Just as a story has to have a "why", remember why you thought you should write your long fic. Your reason may change over time, but when you remember your "why", you remember your true goal to keep going.

#4 Write like No One is Reading

This is a perk I adapted when I only get two responses if I'm lucky after updating a fic that has more than a hundred subscribers. If people barely react, then you're free to write whatever you please in your story as if you're dancing like no one is watching. Just have fun improving your skills.

This is similar to an inspiring section of the same post that I've found:

"10.) Write for yourself, not for others. Write the fic you know no one is going to read. Write the fic that sounds ridiculous. You will be so happy you put it out in the world and there will be people who will be glad it exists."

#5 Cherish the Rare Friends You Find Along the Way

Sometimes, we get lucky and get something better than a hundred people interacting with our fic -we find a friend we would make in the way of writing the long fic that we dared to write. And they're the ones who would cheer you on and cry and laugh with you about the shared stories. Cherish them.

(dedicated to @lightreader1)

#archive of our own #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction.net #ao3 fanfic #fic

[latenuitrambles]

Self-aware AU for Kaeya?

Note: Sorry this took time I had college stuff and I also wanted to complete Kaeya's hangout first? and I think that was the right move because it actually has a lot to do with fate and I think that inspired me a lot while writing this!!!!!

CW: nothing much?? a bit of yandere? minor spoilers for Kaeya's story. not proofread so might have spelling and grammar errors

As usual criticism and reblogs and highly appreciated ! please guys if you genuinely think some part can be a bit better i would love to know as i am trying to improve my writing!!

The day that kaeya realises that he was part of a video game, I think he would be very conflicted.

All his life he has tried to defy the ‘Fate’ of Teyvat and tried to overwrite his destiny and to suddenly discover that all his life is essentially planned from beginning to end for other people to ‘play’ and seek enjoyment?? Something about it infuriates him so much

But once he calms down and reorganizes his emotions, I think he would slowly start planning ways to break out of the prewritten story.

Subtly trying to get you to make certain choice in the story, trying to influence your actions.

If he cannot write his own destiny then he will make sure you will do so for him.

In his obsession to influence you I think he might slowly even start to get attached to you.

It feels wrong yes but slowly he realise you are essentially the only person in this ‘world’ who knows all about him, his conflicted family background, his relations with Khaenri'ah, the choice he would have to make, the sometimes questionable methods he uses to enact justice.

You and the only person who can see through his mask and maybe eventually when youre playing with just him he would slowly start letting his guard down.

However complicated the relation between you guys might be with him being trapped in a game and all, there is something so comforting about you knowing all parts of him and still loving his character or him being your favorite.

He doesn't want to admit it but kaeya actually do longs for genuine affection, especially after his father abandoned him, his adoptive father died and his falling out with diluc, the only person he was truly close to, you have one again ignited that warm feeling inside his chest.

Now depending on the scenario I can even see him becoming slightly obsessive, maybe if he sees you take his artifacts for some other character, or playing with someone else more.

Maybe he would try to force your game to choose him so that he gets to spend more time with you.

He might look for ways to reach you outside the game, after al he is slowly getting impatient having to wait everyday for you to log in. He thinks he he can become aware of you and of the game then there might be some way to escape the game reality??

He might also try to use your outsider knowledge of the games secrets to change the fate and basically use it to his advantage??

He might even add new voice lines in your game as if trying to talk to you, slowly changing his idles maybe even try to comfort you if you are sad. You would be confused at first, but Kaeya will not let you get away from him now.

You have given him a new purpose and advantage in his life and he will make sure you never leave him.

Self aware kaeya would both be angry at the predestined nature if the game and also grateful because now he can use it to his advantage to try to change the fate of Teyvat using knowledge from your archives. He is unsure about how to cope with the fact that he might be essentially just a fragment conjured by someone's imagination but at the same time meeting you was the best thing in his life and one day he will find a way to break out from the simulated reality of Teyvat and this game. After all Kaeya is nothing if not unrelenting and ambitious.

#ania.writes #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #self aware genshin #self aware au #Kaeya au #kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya #fanfiction #genshin impact #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #kaeya hcs #teyvat

[sideprince]

I've seen the same post a hundred times now. Sometimes it's a few days old, sometimes it's from years ago, but it's always the same. Some anti posts about how they don't understand how anyone can like Snape because he was so awful, and then there's a long reply that goes something like, "imagine this happens to you, and then this, and then this" to describe Snape's experience. Sometimes there's some James Potter hate thrown in.

Look. You can go through describing a character's entire experience but you don't really need to. Here's the thing that antis don't understand:

For all her faults (and they're big, bigoted ones) Rowling understood a really integral part of the human experience and conveyed it through Snape. Everyone needs love and to feel accepted. It's that simple. Snape became a Death Eater to seek acceptance (Rowling has confirmed this, though I can't remember the source - whoever wants to add it please do), because it was the only way he could find any.

Snape's understanding of morality, like everyone's, is subjective. Some readers understand this and some don't. When faced against a morality that says there is good and bad in the world, everyone makes choices based on their personal experience. Context is everything. Someone who experiences pain and suffering will not see the person inflicting it on them as moral. That's it. 'How can this person be good when they caused me so much suffering?' = human psychology. Most of the people who think 'I'm a bad person and deserve this' have been gaslit and abused into thinking so, because it's not a natural reaction - it's one that has to often be socialized into someone at a young age, exactly because it's not natural. Everyone is the hero of their own story; no one sees themselves as a villain, because they see the valid aspects of their own perspective.

You can write essays on how vulnerable people needing acceptance is what cults and fascists exploit to recruit vulnerable people, or on how the standard anti's un-nuanced reading of Snape both ignores canon and displays a disturbing lack of empathy or compassion, but at its core it just boils down to context. From Snape's perspective he experienced cruelty, therefore the people inflicting it must be cruel. Again, it's that simple. He was a person, like any other, except he was fictional so he wasn't even real. On the flip side is James Potter, who, for all his faults, didn't get to live long enough to get a chance to change and grow unlike Snape, and I think the Snapedom also needs to acknowledge that.

They're fictional characters representing things an author wants to say, not sports teams, not martyrs, and not all good or all bad emblems that define your identity depending on how you feel about them. It's depressing how much time is wasted arguing with bullies and trolls whether from the Marauders fandom or just random antis. I literally can't find more than three blogs to follow without this argument coming across my feed daily. I know the Snapedom is Not OK™ and that's kind why we're all here, and I know that my take is super unpopular but like Snape, I don't care what others think: this fandom has been having the exact same argument for years and nothing has changed. There's fanart and meta and fic and so much content out there appreciating this character, you're not going to change an anti's mind who's deliberately trolling in the tags, so why are you trying? What are you getting out of it? What does it give you? It's exhausting just scrolling past it.

#The thing about morality is that it's subjective #the religious leader who's a beacon of moral purity to their congregation #is a source of selfishness and pain to someone they abuse in secret #is that abuse victim immoral for rejecting the values the religious leader represents? #the congregation might think so because their definition of morality relies on the religious leader being a moral guide #the victim might not think so though because how can something be righteous if it causes suffering #look this is just an example of how perspectives can vary and I know there are more possible takes on that example #my point is that the idea that there's no clear 'good' and 'evil' there's only power/what you do with it is actually how psychology works #'good' to one person can be pain to another #'scourgify' is an innocuous household spell that cleans stains until it's used to waterboard someone #context matters more than labels like 'light' and 'dark' magic

[jegulushouse]

    I've thinking about a Jegulily (Lily/James/Jegulus) A/B/O AU with spy Regulus (and maybe the Malfoys too) where pretty much everyone lives and Harry has lots of siblings, maybe more then Ron, and a few cousins from wolfstar.  

      I don't mind A/B/O fics. Sometimes, I seek 'em out. I don't like writing people like animals (which contradicts liking to read it). I don't really like the idea that people are unable to control themselves in heat/rut, the dismissal of Betas in general and the reliance on the smells and pheromones. But I do like the idea of nesting, and denning (Alpha nesting), as well as Mpreg and sometimes bonding bites depending on how it's written. I can write pregnant trans/gender-queer masculine-presenting men but I dislike glossing over the difficult emotional aspects of it. So, sometimes I just want to write relatively uncomplicated proud pregnant men. Yet, I like a general understanding of how the fictional universe works. So unexplained male 'carriers' doesn't satisfy me. The benefits of fanfic writing is the world is pre-set up and you can adjust to your own desires.

      I'd probably write the A/B/O aspect as an outdated thing found only in wizards. For convenience sake, that would put presentation around age 16-19 (late/end of puberty). There would be easily accessible potion suppressants to avoid strong and/or confusing scents and outdated instincts to make a pack and reproduce (vv common like no-scent workplaces). Bonding bites will die/not be completed if not desired by both/all mates and heats/ruts are mild (so mild people can usually function like girls on their period) until bonded (at which point the secondary gender within recognizes its security with (a) mate(s)) which can still be easily controlled and suppressed with medicines/potions. Like the 50's housewife being unemployed and a housekeeper, being unemployed and off suppressants is basically social code for 'my mate makes enough so I don't have to work and can be kept bare foot & pregnant in the house'. It's considered all of an entitlement and a privilege and a modernly outdated ideal. Sirius and Regulus would both be omegas and Blacks are known for producing alphas. Lily would likely be an Alpha and James a beta (a beta more on the alpha side when not around his alpha mate). Remus would be Sirius' alpha. Peter would be a beta (more on the omega side).

      Regulus status as spy was kept need-to-know so few of the order knew. None of the marauders knew until Regulus save them from Peter and Voldemort. Not that anyone got to process or thank or yell at him before he went on a mission to receive the locket horcrux which he survives because both Dumbledore and Krecher were with him.

      Things began to settle down after the war with Voldemort. Jily has another baby maybe. I imagine a large post-war generation living in economic prosperity like the real-world baby boom following the second world war. People would be lulled into a sense of security before Voldemort's return and the second wizarding war. I'm thinking it would be a semi-canon compliant/canon divergence AU but to be entirely honest, between work, school, social obligations and other tasks, I likely won't have the time to flush it out and actually write a fanfiction. Yet, the idea continues to form in my head so I've decided to share it with y'all.

      So, the first 10 years of Harry's life would be a huge divergence from canon and Harry himself would end up OOC compared to canon Harry. James and Sirius would support Slytherin!Harry (probably while making jokes and stuff but ultimately supportive). If Harry was raised by Regulus, which in this AU he is raised by Jegulily, he'd be confident about being a Slytherin. Either way, I'm 50/50 for Gryffindor or Slytherin Harry.

      I have this funny image of Regulus starting out as the sitter for the Potter kid(s) (It also serves as a reason for the Black brothers to be near each other and rebuild their relationship. Sirius would likely be hurt that Regulus didn't tell him he was a spy, letting him think the worst things, and it would likely present as anger.) It would take a while after they started for Regulus to realize he is being dated by the Potters who, knowing the Blacks are 'a bit' old fashioned, would insist on a proper courting before bedding and mating.

      I also imagine, in this AU, Draco would have a better chance to be good. Either because his parents were spies in an attempt to protect him from the life he'd had in canon or because Harry would be different and Sirius, the original Black sheep, wouldn't be in prison so he may have been presented an out to escape his parents if they were death eaters. He may not be good, but he'd have a better chance to be. Or to figure it out sooner.

      This is all I could type up at this moment and it covers the gist. Now either this idea will finally leave me alone or I've opened up a can of worms. If I expand in an additional post, it didn't go away. We'll see.

UPDATE: This site is shit. I'm not fighting with it. I have decided to add to this AU, probably on Wattpad or AO3 or, hell, I might go back to FFN. I'll update with something solid once I have it figured out. I'm willing to try a new fandom content-sharing sites/apps if there's suggestions.

UPDATE #2: I'm giving this site another shot. Also, I'm on Wattpad (same name) and I'm trying out Neobook (still learning that one, also same name).

#Harry potter #jegulily #jegulus #A/B/O #omegaverse #regulus deserved better #spy!regulus #regulus black #everyone lives/nobody dies #lily evans #marauders #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #lily potter #peter pettigrew #prongs #padfoot #moony #prongslet #wormtail #dead gay wizards from the 70s #spy regulus #everybody lives/nobody dies #good regulus #good draco #maybe #this isn't drarry #harry raised by reg is draco's cousin (not that that's stopped other Blacks)

[mmkin]

Forever Clockwork

I know there's been a lot of Arlong simping on my Tumblr lately (and that is continuing!) but in the meantime I interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you some Dr. Wily simping. Arlong x Reader was the first reader fic I wrote, and now I wanna write about another villain getting some love. Link to AO3 as well as the story itself available under the cut. Please enjoy this beautiful Wily picture from @jennoirwolf and some beautiful Gigamix Wily. And yes, the second image is the same picture as referenced in the first chapter of the story.

Forever Clockwork

Dr. Wily x Reader

I used multiple sources of canon for this – the games, comics, anime, TV series, and manga, so you can imagine whatever version you like, though my favorite visual of Wily is from the Mega/Gigamix manga (now that’s a silver fox!)

This story is set after the Stardroids arc (after Megaman 7 video game-wise)

Megaman does not belong to me and is the property of Capcom, Archie Comics, Hitoshi Ariga, other license holders/copyright holders, etc. Feedback is much welcome and appreciated.

I

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You were one of Wily's students when you were at university. You considered yourself blessed that your last few years of pursuing your degree placed you under the tutelage of the illustrious Drs. Light and Wily. You were a great admirer of their work and ever since you were a kid, you'd always liked tinkering around with various machines, from helping your grandfather with his car to writing code for various projects.

You'd made your way through high school, winning several respectable scholarships that got you into the prestigious university that, at that time, had both of these famous doctors on their faculty, since the doctors had their lab not far from the school.

Dr. Wily was known to be the tougher of the two, but you still considered yourself lucky to be his student, and you’d learned so much from him. Already, even before the first line of Robot Masters was finished, Wily was known as a bit of a troublemaker, but you liked that.

However, you didn't think he would go so far as to steal a whole line of Robot Masters and let them go on a rampage. And then create his own lines of Robot Masters, and then steal them from others like Cossack. It seemed like Wily had a one-track mind as you watched him from afar while advancing through your career. Sometimes though, you wish he hadn't disappeared like he did. He'd gone rogue not long before you graduated with your master's degree.

You'd tried a few different fields before settling in your current one, but you were feeling increasingly dissatisfied with your work for a company that specialized in private, personalized robots. And as you'd come to see, a big part of that was essentially companion bots. Specs would be customized depending on the type of companionship the client was seeking. Sometimes you rolled your eyes when you went over an order, but a job was a job. As much of what you did involved putting together hardware, you could spend long days – or nights – at the company lab. Then you'd drag yourself home. You've tried having a social life, but you have a pretty low social battery.

You plopped down on your armchair after a particularly stressful week. Perhaps it was time to consider a job change. You already had a solid resume, so you were confident you could find a job elsewhere Stretching out your arms, you see a shadow move, and give out a yelp, thinking you’ve surprised a burglar.

It reveals itself to be a robot – no, a Robot Master. Given that you study the Robot Masters others make, you quickly recognize a Wily number – DWN-024. Shadow Man. You stare at him as he inclines his head in a bow, the shuriken on his forehead flashing for a brief moment as it reflected your lamp.

“Doctor Y/n Lastname?" he asks. You're certain he knows perfectly well who you are, but this is a gesture of politeness. Already you find this robot charming. You nod in affirmation, your interest piqued. "I have been sent by Dr. Wily to offer you a job."

Holy fuck. You’d been seriously considering a job change, and one just fell in your lap! And from Dr. Albert Wily, of all people! You didn’t admit it to others, but you continued to follow his career even after he went rogue. And you most certainly didn’t admit that you had a crush on him back then, and still did. He had that silver fox appeal, after all. You stare blankly for a few seconds.

“Are you all right?” you hear the robot ask, and you turn your focus back to him.

“Yeah, yeah. It's just… I mean, I didn't expect to come home to this, you know? I'm not trying to be rude, you just caught me off-guard…!" You let out a nervous laugh. You take a deep breath, collecting yourself. So Dr. Wily wants you to come to work for him. It wouldn't be the first time he's worked with other people, although that didn't always work out for the best. So there's a lot to think about. You haven't built your own Robot Masters like Dr. Cossack or others did, so you have no robots to steal.

You look at the robot. He is a sophisticated piece of work, and your experience tells you that if you were to open him up, you’d likely find a design more sophisticated than whatever your current employer could offer.

“Do you need more information?" Shadow Man asked. You shrugged and nodded, and he rattled off a few things such as labs and equipment, amenities, and such. It actually sounded pretty nice, and certainly didn't sound like an offer that would be made to someone Wily intended to kidnap. You stroke your chin… are you seriously fucking contemplating joining forces with a mad scientist who keeps trying to take over the world?

“How is he?” you ask the robot. It dawned upon you that Dr. Wily must be listening to this conversation. The robot is silent for a moment, almost as if he’s listening for something.

Aha. Wily old bastard.

“You may see for yourself in person. If you accept, of course.”

You're tempted to call out your old mentor. But you smile and shrug. "Well, I would like to see how my old teacher is doing," you say, offering no commitment to the mil ob proposal. You offer Shadow Man a smile, fairly certain that he's video-recording you too. The smile isn't fake, though. You're secretly thrilled at the idea of seeing him again.

The robot offers his hand, and you take it, wondering how much of a gamble you’ve just endeavored on. Fortune favors the bold… at least, you hope.

You blink as you enter a well-appointed lab, and for a moment panic as you wonder if you should have put on some fresh clothes, the robot did sort of ambush you when you'd just gotten home from work… Just as you think to run your finger through your hair to try to look a bit nicer, your heart skips a beat as you see your old mentor.

He looked a few years older, but he was still as much of a silver fox as ever, a handsome sight in his dark clothing that was contrasted by his white lab coat and skeleton-themed tie. He approaches you, arms spread out in a gesture of welcome, like a host receiving a guest. It almost looks like he’s offering a hug. You wish…

“Welcome to my humble abode, Y/n,” he says. “Or would you prefer Dr. Lastname now?” he adds with a small smirk before he offers his hand for you to shake. You take it quickly, feeling the wiry strength in his grip.

“I’m fine with Y/n, though considering this is a job offer perhaps I should go by my professional name…” you shrug. “I can't believe I'm here. After you disappeared…" You shake your head. "I didn't think I would see you again. And believe it or not, I was a little disappointed at that thought."

You try to not blush, hoping he doesn’t read too much in your slip.

“You missed me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Oh, crap. He read you like an open book. Play it cool, play it cool. You shrug and offer a small smile. “What can I say, you were my favorite teacher.”

He grins at that, and you feel your heart fluttering as if you were a silly little schoolgirl. Why the hell does this man have that effect on you? And despite the questionable morality of many of his actions, you do admire his moxie. He’s a stubborn old bastard, and you have to admit his plans for world domination suit him better than the standard mid-life crisis.

None of this means you’re not nervous around him. If you’d not wanted to come here, would he have kidnapped you?

That wouldn't be so bad if he treated you like a princess or something, right? Hah. Damn, you still do have that crush, huh?

“I know a lot of the students thought I was a bastard, so that’s refreshing to hear.”

“I don't know, many of the times you tore into someone, they deserved it, and it was entertaining to watch." Schadenfreude and all that. He laughs at that, and leads you down the building, passing a few robots at work and the like. The space has a lot of the things you'd imagine Wily to have, and you're not disappointed in the setup. It could be a lot of fun to work here… if you're willing to put yourself on the Most Wanted list.

Wily’s POV

It was nice seeing Y/n again. Y/n had been his favorite student and he had considered recruiting Y/n when he’d gone rogue back then. But she was so young and full of potential. He knew he was going on a risky path, and hadn’t wanted to drag her down with him. Oh, it was bloody tempting, though!

But now, she was old and experienced enough, and it seemed that one of his predictions about her had proven correct. She was bright and might not be satisfied in the usual industries that called for expertise in robotics, regardless of how well the job paid. If he was wrong and she eventually found something that made her happy, then good for her. But over the last decade, she'd bounced through several high-paying jobs. And well, he would be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive. She'd been pretty cute, in a nerdy chick way back then, and she still rocked the vibe pretty well. She trailed behind him, glancing over his projects and experiments with a knowing scientist's eye and curiosity.

“Oh hey, that’s neat that you have that picture,” she said as she gestured to a picture on the wall. Granted, it was a copy, but it was one of his favorite pictures, and added a nice touch to his workspace. She gave his tools a respectful berth as she approached the desk, looking at it. A young Dr. Light and Dr. Wily were standing with their first AI project, their arms crossed and up in the air in a symbol of triumph.

“It’s a pretty great picture, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Hell yeah.”

He laughed at that and continued along. He was not stupid enough to think there wasn't a possibility of her coming here just so she could try to steal something. She kept switching jobs, didn't she? Though he had to admit, if she turned out to be a thief, he'd be disappointed. No one was perfect, but surely she respected him too much to do that to him, right?

It was nice listening to her as she asked a question about this or that, and the way she asked seemed genuine, instead of someone digging around for information.

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The picture you just commented on is a pretty famous one. It’s iconic in the robotics community given the work that Drs. Light and Wily did for science. Both of them were quite good-looking, but you think Albert has aged better than his old friend. And well, maybe that picture is what you use as the screen on your smartphone?

Are you going to change that before Wily notices? You're about to ask a question before Shadow Man approaches the two of you with tea. It honestly smelled pretty great, and you took the cup that was offered to you. The green tea is slightly bitter but has an edge of sweetness that balances it out nicely, making for a harmonious flavor.

“Oh, this is good,” you murmur as you finish it off. “Best cup I’ve had in a while, I think. You made this?” you ask the robot. He bows his head, and you smile. “My compliments to the chef.”

It seems like he’s genuinely happy at your compliment. He is an elegant robot, and maybe it’s because you’ve been more sympathetic to Wily than most – well, actually, pretty much anyone else – but you wonder about what he said in the past about robots having souls.

“So, how about it?" he asks as Shadow Man pours you another cup. You look down at the clear green liquid in your cup. You are well aware of his track record. He's more than just a man who marches to the beat of his drum. There's a chance this might not end well. But at the same time, he reached out to you. He has a bit more esteem for you than you had originally thought. You look up at him, taking in his lanky form.

Damn, but he really is a silver fox, isn’t he? Legal repercussions be damned – you tried to play it straight and narrow since you got your degree and look where that got you.

“What the hell. I’m in.”

His delighted laugh rings in your ears. And he does sound pleased as punch about it, as if you just made his day.

#writing #strawberrycatbeans #mega man #dr. wily #wily #x reader #dr. wily x reader #wily x reader #megaman #villain gets the girl #fanfiction #rockman

[xflippinfrogx]

~MARAUDERS TICKLE HEADCANONS~

A/N~ Second post, I’m on a writing spree rn haha. I may even start another fic if I have time.. We’ll see. Anyways enjoy!!

James Potter

Lee

•Like a good 7 on the ticklish scale. •Has an obnoxiously loud laugh when you get him in a good spot. •BIG SQUIRMER LIKE THIS MAN CANNOT STAY STILL ITS HILARIOUS. •His worst spots are his knees, back and feet. •His main lers are Sirius, Lily, Remus and Marlene. •He gets tickled a lot for being annoying or too excitable. •Him and Sirius get into tickle fights at least 3 times a week over the most ridiculous things like who gets to shower first and so on.. •Genuinely loves being tickled because it reminds him of when he was little and his parents would do the same. •He thinks he’s really subtle about it but all his friends know.

Ler

•Definitely the biggest tickle monster of the group because he LOVES making his friends smile. •His main lees are Sirius, Peter, Remus and (this next one depends on what your preferred ship is) Lily/Regulus •Would never tickle anyone that’s uncomfortable with it. •He was the first person to ever tickle Sirius and they had a cute lil brother bonding experience together. •Such a sweet ler, he’s like a real life teddy bear, but he can be ruthless when he wants to be. •He’s such a Dad when it comes to teasing. •He’d use teases like “I can’t stop my hands are stuck” “Aww are you ticklish??” “You’re laughing so you must be having fun!” •I love him so much ahh

Sirius Black

Lee

•9.5 THE MOST TICKLISH OF THE MARAUDERS NO FURTHER QUESTIONS. •Loves being tickled so much he’ll literally full on spread himself out on top of you until you do something about it. •Has a really shrieky high pitched laugh it’s so funny •His worst spots are his ribs and under his arms. His thighs are pretty bad too. •Was never tickled before Hogwarts but now he’s practically tickled on a daily basis. •His main lers are James and Remus but sometimes Lily too.

Ler

•More Lee than ler but still enjoys tickling people cough Remus cough •The first time he realised he had a crush on Remus was during a tickle fight when Remus showed his full laugh for the first time. (Fic idea??🤔) •Loves sneak attacks especially on James because no matter how many time he does it James still never expects it. •That’s it for Sirius :)

Remus Lupin

Lee

•I feel like he’d be really ticklish but very good at hiding it you know? •I’ll give him an 8 because come on we all know this man is super sensitive!! •Super contagious laugh he snorts •Sirius, James and Peter giving him cheer up tickles iS MY LIFE!!! •Imagine after a bad full moon his all sad but then the boys make sure to turn his frown upside down like UGH😭❤️ •I think his worst spots would have to be his neck, sides and hips. •Sirius would totally abuse his neck with tickly kisses all the time. •His main lers are Sirius, James, Peter and Lily. •(I love Remus if you can’t tell lol)

Ler.

•Can be so mean when he wants to be, like genuinely such a teasy mf. •Sirius is such an attention seeking brat and Remus can’t resist •Has tickled the snot out of James on multiple occasions for being so annoying. •I feel like him and Pete would be a really good tagteam against the other two. • Loves to see his friends laugh but definitely loves being on the receiving end too

Peter Pettigrew

Lee

(We stan young Peter in this house NOT older Peter. He has been exiled from my brain)

•The least ticklish of the four but still a solid 5 maybe a 6 it depends on the day?? •Has a squeaky laugh ifyaknowwhatimean. •Worst spot is under his arms •Tends to be more ler than lee but gets tickled alot by James and sometimes Remus. •Sirius is too scared to lay a finger on him because he knows he’ll get absolutely wrecked😃. •Doesn’t love being tickled but he genuinely doesn’t mind he just likes having fun with his friends. Definitely more comfortable as a ler though.

Ler.

•You provoke him you die no further questions. •Despite what other people say I genuinely think he’d be an amazing ler like the boy grew up with THE JAMES POTTER AND SIRIUS BLACK •Come on you know he had to have some form of defense against those two. •Freakishly skilled at “worming” his hands into their sensitive spots (I didn’t make a pun nonono) •Rarely tickles Remus for fear of retaliation but has on a few occasions and it turned into the most intense showdown of all time Remus lost •Has never let him live it down EVER •Annnnd that’s it for him

A/N~ Thank you for reading my silly little headcanons for some dead gay wizards!! Hope you enjoyed and I’ll hopefully see y’all soon :)

#Marauders tickle #harry potter tickle #headcanon #late post

[ihni]

Tagged by @ratbastardbilly (a WHILE ago; thank you!)

Note before we start: a few questions below are about ships, and if there's one thing you need to know about me is that I'm not in it for the SHIP, I'm in it for the CHARACTER. And that character is Billy Hargrove.

1.ride or die ship (your otp): Harringrove

2. most annoying ship: Depends on how they're framed, honestly. Any ship can be annoying when done right (or wrong).

3. second favourite ship: Idk, probably like Mungrove or Harringroveson?

4. favourite platonic relationship: I want Billy to have ALL the friends, so put him with just about ANYONE as a friend and I'm a happy gal (Steve, Jonathan, Eddie, Chrissy, Robin, Nancy, Patrick, Tommy, Carol ... just give the guy some friends!)

5. underrated ship: Bob and Benny. Come on, imagine Hop's reaction, it would be glorious.

6. overrated ship: I don't know, because I don't read or look at ships that don't interest me. (But I imagine any that involve Mike Wheeler. Whoever he is shipped with probably deserves better.)

7. one thing i would change in canon: ONE thing only? Okay: Billy lives. But like, I can fill a book with the things I would change in canon.

8. something canon did right: Season 1 in general, Robin's coming-out scene in season 3, most of the soundtrack.

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: I sometimes doodle? And I sometimes write? And I'm pretty happy about doing both of those things actually. (Also one time I did cookie doodles which was fun and should be a thing)

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): Mr Clarke. Underrated, knowledgeable, cool Mr Clarke. They should bring him into things. Dude has unknowingly provided them with vital information for several seasons.

11. the character i relate to the most and why: ... probably Mr Clarke, too? No fashion sense, good taste in music, weird special interests, creative/likes fiddling with little creative things that takes time, good at one's job, supportive, happy to explain things and rolling with weird questions, and also happily not involved in any drama.

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: Neil Hargrove (should have gotten what was coming for him, and luckily he WILL). Brenner (should have died for real that first time around). And I might not hate them, but I dislike several Wheelers (Karen bc of the whole flirting-with-Billy thing, Nancy because of the holier-than-thou attitude, Mike because of his general existence). Am also not too fond of Hopper in season 3. He was an asshole there, and I felt nothing for his supposed "death". Also, since Billy's my favorite, I must admit that I have lost respect for most of the supposed "heroes" of the show since they showed themselves so unwilling to try to save Billy.

13. something i've learned from the fandom: One doesn't have to create stuff to be in fandom. Someone's gotta be the audience, too. (And I'm very good at being the audience, because I love everyone's stuff.)

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: Billy Hargrove, hurt/comfort, Realizations

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: Jaymes Young - I'll be good ... K.Flay - Blood in the cut ... Troye Sivan - Talk me down ... Queen - Good old-fashioned lover boy ... among others ...

Tagging: @weird-an @callieb @cherrydreamer @billyharringson @lazybakerart @missroserose @disdaidal @dragonflylady77

#tag games #tagging games

[spiderwarden]

Hey, your headcannons and musings on Minthara are really cool! How do you think a scenario between Minthara and a romanced Tav/Durge would go where her partner learns about Minthy's kid back in Menzo? (Assuming a universe where that datamined speak with dead dialogue is accurate)

I ADORE exploring ever possible aspect of Minthara and yes, that includes treating her child that she had back home as an important part of a portrayal. (In which I do I incorporate a lot of the existence of this daughter she had a lot, especially in my writings with @menzoberras and sometimes with her karlach on @infernaliscor )

(I treat every bit of canon, datamined or not as some sort of canon, for an example her early access selves I treat them as younger versions of herself because technically they ARE but I just make it in world.)

Okay so lets break this down for a second and treat this like canon for a moment. Let's assume that she has a child back home in Menzobarranzan, the exact quote that her corpse says when you use speak to dead on her in act 1 goes something like 'kill orin, then find a home to raise my daughter in.' which implies that this child is so very young still. Young enough that she is easily forgotten if she's away for too long so we can assume that this little girl is still an infant when she leaves an starts her conquering march on Menzobarranzan.

if that's the case why doesn't she mention it in game? let us take a moment to remember that when you save Minthara from the towers, she has LITERAL BRAIN DAMAGE that is not speaking of. Remember how they were blasting her tadpole and trying to make her into a thrall? There are memories of hers that are literally smashed and cut away from her because i imagine they literally create thraws by doing what - destroying the brain and who they are. Minthara , is likely aware that she has a child but cannot recall much about her outside of the motherly nature that she had that makes her think about this child often (that is, until she comes across her Drow baby daddy that is by chance Tav.)

Now with her relationship with Dark Urge and how supportive she is and how loving she turns. Her dedication is based out of love and adoration on top of a shared Oath to take on the Absolute and take vengeance agaisnt Orin. And once that is complete the bond that would be shared between them. I think - the reaction of her having a living child would depend on the choices and opinions of the DURGE themselves? Depending on which they choose when it comes to their father Bhaal, and the fact that she literally can get pregnant from them at the end of the playthrough. (Let us not forget Minthara has Bhaal's approval when it comes to what the Father of Murder thinks of the chosen partner). And whichever child is born of Dark Urge and Minthara? Will certainly get the upbringing of a warrior and every bit compensated from Minthara's lost time with her daughter back in Menzobarranzan.

(also juicy potential for that daughter to come seeking Minthara's head later)

#[ 🕷️ ] —— inquires #[ 🕷️ ] —— headcanons #[ 🕷️ ] —— musings #[ i don't know if this made sense but tHANK YOU FOR THE ASK ANON!!!!! ] #[ i always welcome them ] #[ i have also named this child on my blog- her name is maydril and i love her a lot ] #[ and so does shi'ndra ]

[blightbear]

Hello! ✨

Random headcanon meme, here we go. For all your babies..

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

Of course, feel free to skip those questions you may not wish to answer to, or just assign characters to each one! :3

Ok, this is rather long (of course I’m not going to skip any) so I’m going to put the first question up top and the rest under a read more so I don’t clog everyone’s dash :3

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

Ashari: Very simple print, nothing too fancy but definitely not illegible

Faye: Cursive that flows beautifully like water yet simple script that still looks more elegant than it is. Leandra taught all her children proper penmanship, but Faye’s was always the one to go up on the fridge

Mori’na: Doctor’s handwriting aka chicken scratch. Often illegible to the untrained eye, it’s a miracle they allow her to write some of the reports. Usually Josie has to take over from one too many complaints from the advisors. She’s not illiterate, just terrible handwriting

Cyra: Most elaborate, elegant cursive you can imagine. She turns handwriting into an art form, a lot of it looking like the The from Spongebob

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

Ashari: In the early days, head on; things will rarely got her to back down. It’s almost like she was on a suicide mission half the time. These days she thinks things out a tiny bit more, but there’s still that fire within her.

Faye: Faye is often calculating in the back, constantly thinking magic reserves and where their companions are. Some things require head on, but if Faye has the time to think they’ll take it.

Mori’na: A bit of a mix, it really depends on the situation. There is a bit of a calculation, examining the danger instead of running in guns blazing. Sometimes she’ll determine a situation does require someone to take the first move so she’ll rush in. However sometimes danger does make Mo freeze like being stuck in the fade with a bunch of ravenous fear demons

Cyra: Head on with the calculation of a warrior. She may be a mage but that never stopped her from thinking like a seasoned warrior (hence the knight enchanter class haha)

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

Ashari: Neutral, was fine with one for her wedding day because tradition (in my mind anyway haha) but most of the time finds the falling petals to get in the way. If someone gives her one she won’t say no to it but she’ll usually just regift it to someone who would appreciate it more

Faye: Bethany would bring them flower crowns when they were younger so it holds a bit of a sentimental value, but they don’t seek out making them or wearing them.

Mori’na: Constantly making them, has loved making them ever since she was little. Their mamae and papae ( from one of the very few memories she has of him ) taught Mo and Bo how to make them. Bo lost interest after awhile but she’s never stopped making them. If there’s a field with flowers you can usually find Mo plopped down there humming an old lullaby as the flowers stems are being weaved in and out. She’s probably given Solas like 10, although they aren’t always crowns. Sometimes they’re bracelets or woven around the string of his claw necklace.

Cyra: Wears them for her daughter and if anyone laughs about it during a meeting there is a possibility of murder (they can only be made by her daughter though, anyone else and she doesn’t care)

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

Ashari: Doesn’t like math, but is fine with most base level and some algebra. She’d rather just use a calculator

Faye: Very good at math, able to calculate a lot of complex equations in their head or very easily with a whiteboard in front of them. Likes math

Mori’na: Like Faye, extremely good at math. Complex equations and theories, she’s got it. Able to calculate the trajectory of an arrow very easily in her head. Has a neutral/hate relationship with it. Understands it, doesn’t understand why it’s relevant to the field ( it’s a science degree Mo, just because it’s about plants doesn’t mean you don’t need math )

Cyra: Despises it, never wants to be anywhere near the subject. It gives her too much of a migraine and she’s perfectly content with just knowing 1+1=2

#ask game #ashari tabris #faye hawke #mori’na lavellan #cyra adaar #color coded for your convienience :3 #of course mo has the worst handwriting we can’t all be perfect #and i wanted to show cyra some love bc she usually gets put on the back burner #also the math one i thought of more in modern times for the most part #mo’s major is of course botony lol

[dystopiandramaqueen]

Enjoying every little detail of your recent story Gaurdian from the series of Grease (1950's AU). I found it poetic, symbolic and very entertaining.

- I loved the detail of Nick "breathing out the smoke through his nose with his lips shut" just like the way he smoked outside on the day they raped him with forcing eden into his life. With this symbol, did you mean watching June being raped (by Luke in your story) gave him the same amount of pain as if HE was being raped (by Serena and Fred in THT)?

- Nick telling Luke, "Happy to finish it, now or later, your choice". Creates this new interpretation of THT for me that Fred choose to not stop, so Nick finished him a year later in the no-man's land.

- “You ok? The words die on his lips when he sees who’s inside."

Is this how <your Nick> feels everytime he walks into the room and sees June in the waterford's house? Aweeee, that's very sweet.

- Your description of June's growing crush for him is very poetic: "she imagines pulling the white cylinder from his mouth and kissing him. Worse than that, she imagines pulling him on top of her, kissing the taste off his tongue"

- Aah this part when he holds his hand out to her, saying:  “I’m sorry this happened to you.” and your flawless description of how strong they connect to each other when they are physically close. This part heals the entire pain of watching that scene when she said: "you wish what? What do you wish?" and refused to hold his hand. Even though I am very much on the same page with June when she does that, because those reactions changed Nick, made him do something. But still it is very painful to watch. Loads of thanks for rewriting this scene. Your version is very meaningful and convincing. Because this time Nick has already done something.

- "She lets her lips linger on his skin, long enough to let him know she wishes there were time for more." Reminds me of the ice scene, when HE lets his hands linger on hers. Reading your line creates this new interpretation of that scene: maybe they were wishing there were time for more?

And finally this beautiful symbolic/poetic move in your words:  “June. My name is June.”

in the show she says: "it's June. My name is June" but when Nick meets Luke he says: "Nick. My name is Nick". Which one are you referring to here? I first thought your intention was to change Nick's dialouge to June because they are basically one soul in two bodies to an extent that if they travel back in time to 50's June may use the same words Nick used 100 years later.

It is very entertaining for me to find these elements in your stories. I am not sure if I remain a THT fan. It depends on whether they stay on the right track in S05 or not. But I will always remain a fan your stories. Pain, healing and hope, your "emotional hurt comfort" brand as you named it, are very proportionate in your stories.

🖤 Yea it’s like painting. When I write a ch it comes out all at once.

I sit down knowing what major beats need to happen. “Nick hears June’s distress and saves her from rape/ intimidates Luke/ they share a moment”

It’s like watching TV in my head, I just write what I see, and the little Easter eggs are like seasoning.

Like - ok I’m gonna make an omelet. Sit down- follow the basic steps, then *ah-ha* I realize that some fresh basil from the garden would be the perfect garnish.

So the lines from the show are just extra flavor sprinkled on at the end.

Sometimes I go back and watch a scene to get the wording or imagery just right- usually not bc I’m lazy. 🥰

But ur right. The major beats are all built to heal hurt from the show. We have to watch Nick’s torture bc he’s helpless- and I like imagining him in the same scenarios in a world where he CAN do something.

I can’t wait to talk about the main trope of this one- a story mechanism I LOVE and seek out in other fandoms and haven’t seen in THT yet. Maybe I’ll try to get to to it sooner than later so I can gush about it.

Final thought bc I can talk forever about fic- I like this Nick bc he’s fearless. Until it comes to June. He’s terrified of how out of control he feels around her. I love that duality- that the only thing that breaks Nick is June.

I didn’t watch S3 after episode 6. Every week I’d ask @splitscreen if Nick was in the episode. When she said no, I’d go about my business, watch Irena’s fanvids, read fic updates- bc ur right- the world that I like is the one we build with Max’s character. We’ll cobble together a happy ending no matter what.

But I 100% guarantee you the show is an epic slow burn romance. I think S5 will be like S3- painful and dark but setting the scene for a euphoric ending S6. Like in my story you need the bad shit to make the good shit FEEL bigger.

I wish it was S6 already so we could watch them on the run. 😔it’ll be worth it. But I 100% agree and recommend maintaining emotional distance from the show and the internet hysteria unless it’s helpful or healing for you. It’s not for me so I’ll be here with lovely ppl like you, waiting for my happy ending. 🖤

#asks #fic

[sageglobalresponse]

Political office not about prestige – Osinbajo

I didn’t write memo seeking to leave APC — Osinbajo

Vice President Yemi Osinbajo

Vice-President Yemi Osinbajo says holding political office is more of an opportunity to serve and impact on lives of millions of people than the prestige that comes with the position.

His spokesman, Mr Laolu Akande, quoted the vice-president as making the assertion at the unveiling of a book titled “Deputising and Governance in Nigeria’’.

The book was authored by the governor of Kano State, Alhaji Abdullahi Ganduje.

The book launch was part of the programme at a workshop where the roles of a deputy to an elected public official, especially vice- presidents and deputy governors came under public searchlight.

The workshop featured reminiscences by former President Goodluck Jonathan, who was deputy to deceased President Umaru Yar’Adua, Osinbajo, the author himself and his deputy, Alhaji Nasir Gawuna.

“A thought that runs through the book is that in spite of the put-downs of the office, being political number two is important.

“This is because political office is about the lives of millions of people and not just about the prestige of office.

“In our constitutional democracy, the effectiveness of the number two citizen, the vice-president, depends a great deal on the trust reposed in him by the president.

“That is a function of loyalty and it goes both ways as Ganduje points out in his book,’’ Osinbajo said.

The vice-president highlighted the importance of dedication, loyalty and service in political office on governance.

He described the relationship between him and his boss – President Muhammadu Buhari, as ideal and exemplary.

“I am more fortunate than others in my relationship with my principal, the president who genuinely believes in the role of the vice-president.

“At a time that he was embarking on medical leave, there were a few things that were outstanding to send to him.

“All he said was: “I don’t want you to send me anything, it is your job now, just make sure you do a good job,’ ’’ Osinbajo recalled.

Osinbajo said that as former President Jonathan said of his relationship with late Gov. Diepreye Alamieyeseigha of Bayelsa, Buhari did not expect him (Osinbajo) to call him when he was away.

“He expects that I know what to do and should do it,’’ he noted.

The vice-president drew an analogy of the spare tyre widely used to describe the role of the deputy to the president.

He explained that a better description would be that of the relationship between a pilot and his deputy in an aircraft.

“Imagine a commercial flight with people, including you on a plane, there is the captain, and then there is his deputy.

“The captain flies the plane, but no human being can be completely focused for several hours.

“So, sometimes he gets up and goes to the bathroom while the flight is on; his deputy had better be a good pilot, otherwise lives are at risk.

“Can you imagine a situation where the captain leaves the cockpit briefly and you hear an announcement from the cockpit: “ladies and gentlemen, I am the deputy to the captain; the captain is in the restroom, and I am only a spare tyre and I am not sure what to do now?”

“If you are in that plane you will ask God for forgiveness for expecting that a deputy or assistant plays no role,’’ he said.

Osinbajo observed that the book was full of wisdom and wit from a practical politician and erudite social scientist, Alhaji Ganduje.

“Ganduje is worth studying not because he has always succeeded politically, but because he failed many times, yet he always knew how to lose and not get lost.

“This book is not about Ganduje and his achievements, it is more of a textbook on governance and politics.

“And we have heard this most eloquently from Prof. Attahiru Jega, the book reviewer today; it contains important nuggets on those two subjects,’’ Osinbajo said.

The vice-president recommended the book to everyone, not just politicians, but anyone who had any kind of interest in good governance.

Dignitaries at the event included the APC vice-presidential candidate, Sen. Kashim Shettima, who represented the party’s presidential candidate, Sen. BolaTinubu, Govs. Babagana Zulum (Borno), Inuwa Yahaya (Gombe) and Abdulrahman Abdulrazak (Kwara

#sage response #likesforlike #sageglobalresponse #vp osinbajo #prestige

[nokwisi]

Viktor NSFW Alphabet — xf!reader

note; so, uh...I am so ridiculously down bad for this man, and got a little carried away...please enjoy these incredibly self-indulgent headcanons of mine, and apologies for typos/mistakes, tis unedited and rushed. [feedback is dope, also I'm totally open to prompts if that's your thing ^^] wordcount; 3k

A = Aftercare [what they’re like after sex]

In the beginning, Viktor may have been inclined to return to his work as quickly as possible, sometimes leaving you breathless and utterly fucked out on the nearest tabletop, departing with a heated kiss and a rushed explanation. He certainly doesn't intend to abandon you, and you, at first, didn't particularly mind.

You understand the way he works—that being: constantly—and try not to interfere with that. Over time, Viktor will linger longer and longer after your little trysts, opting for lazy cuddles and slow, passionate kisses rather than returning to his work immediately. It's a subconscious thing, a balance he needs to achieve on his own terms, but the wait is well worth it.

It's when he's just as enamored with you, as he is his work, that he finally understands the importance of aftercare; and just like every facet of his being, he is determined to excel at it.

B = Body part [their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s]

Viktor isn't particularly keen with his own body, but if he had to choose, he'd say his hands. Sure, they're dependable when writing out sprawling equations or piecing together a new project, but he finds that he most enjoys putting his hands to work on you: feeling the shuddering rise and fall of your ribs, tracing the notches of your spine, slipping between your trembling thighs to explore your wet heat as he cradles your blissed out face in the other...capable and dexterous, perfect for rendering you to pieces.

As for his favorite body part on you? Oh, Viktor adores every single inch of you. The curve of your waist, the delicate line of your throat when your heads tossed back, moaning his name; he enjoys the weight of your breasts in his palms, and the vise of your thighs around his hips. Your body, in his opinion, is perfection among the imperfect, but what truly strikes him as most enthralling? Your eyes. Viktor has never been subject to such intensity; whether it be the gentle warmth of adoration, or the scorching heat of undiluted lust, Viktor often finds himself lost in the depths of your varying gazes.

C = Cum [anything to do with cum, basically]

Loves cumming inside you, nestled deep with his head buried in the junction of your neck and shoulder. He'll stay there a moment, too, peppering kisses and husky words of praise; how good you feel, how pretty you look when you orgasm, how well you take him.

However, Viktor is well aware of the risks of finishing inside you, and despite how much he thoroughly enjoys doing it, he'll stave off the urge (most of the time.) He settles for painting your soft tummy, or the dip of your lower back; he isn't fond of cumming on your face, though. Something about it being demeaning (and yet, when you ask him to, he turns a lovely, telling shade of scarlet...)

D = Dirty secret [pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs]

He fantasizes about roleplaying with you.

You, the coquettish student seeking extra credit. Him, the professor not above bending you over his desk and making you earn it. The thought of you whining and begging and calling him Professor as he fucks you hard enough you can't see straight is something he's thought of more than once.

Or perhaps you'll be his assistant, offering services that involve you on your knees, between his slender thighs with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. Viktor imagines wrapping your hair around his fist, gently pushing and pulling you as he groans out something along the lines of 'assistants are meant to be handy, are they not? Use your hands, then.'

E = Experience [how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?]

Not very experienced, but extremely well educated. He's a scientist, naturally curious and always seeking new information. He has absolutely studied anatomy, and puts that knowledge to good use.

The first time Viktor stepped between your legs, you came twice—in five minutes.

He's also a very quick learner, and will file away every little reaction you give as he explores your body, watching you intently. It's no time at all before he's rubbing your clit exactly like you would, pounding into your g-spot with devastating accuracy, sweeping his thumb over your stiff nipple just the right way to make you whine deliriously.

F = Favorite position [this goes without saying]

Viktor wants to see your face, so he prefers positions like missionary; when you're meeting the rhythm of his movements, synchronized, breathing as one between open-mouthed and feverish kisses. You rather enjoy the view of him above you, breathless and wrecked, yourself.

He's also huge fan of having you on top him, letting his hands roam your body as you take what you need from him. Gripping the crescents of your hips, he'll push and pull as you roll your waist against him, crashing your clit against his pelvis, digging your fingers into the hardness of his chest—yeah, Viktor loves watching you on top him.

G = Goofy [are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.]

He's more inclined towards seriousness, but if the mood is right, he won't be opposed to lobbing out a couple jokes or innuendos in the heat of the moment. Albeit rare, he definitely has the capacity to be a little goofy; playful, almost. Most of the time, he is completely immersed in his goal of pleasuring you, and he's very good at focusing on his goals.

H = Hair [how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.]

Viktor is almost always preoccupied with his own thoughts and ideas, and truthfully, doesn't necessarily prioritize keeping a well kempt appearance. It's only after you two become intimate that he actually begins to make it a point. And yes, the carpet matches the drapes!

I = Intimacy [how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect]

Very romantic. Viktor desperately wants you to know how amazing you are, how good you make him feel, and he wants you to feel just as good, if not better. He's a passionate man at heart, and that passion radiates when he's with you.

He has an affinity of kissing you whenever he can, even if your kisses are nothing but your lips touching, foreheads pressed together as you share heated moans and salacious whispers. He'll confess his love for you ten times over, wrap you in his arms and pull you closer until the only thing you can comprehend is him. Viktor cherishes you, and he does everything he can to remind you of that.

J = Jack off [masturbation headcanon]

His mind is always turning, filled to the brim with a myriad of thoughts, ideas, equations and plans alike. His raison d'être is the pursuit of science, which leaves very little room for sexual desire.

That is, until he met you.

Viktor, once upon a time, only masturbated when the stress of his body demanded it. It was more a chore than anything else, but now that he's been privy to you—witnessed the eroticism of you beneath him, experienced the divinity of your tight heat wrapped around his length—Viktor finds himself with his cock in hand and your visage in mind fairly often. He would, however, prefer the real thing.

K = Kink [one or more of their kinks]

Praise kink; he preens under your encouraging words, and returns them with just as much enthusiasm. Whisper how good he feels inside you, how well he's fucking you; fingers threaded through his sweat-dampened hair to hold him close, and Viktor might just cum there and then.

Conversely, Viktor will praise you like it's his job, his voice thick and laced with arousal: 'look how well you take me—like you were made for me', sounding near in awe of you.

L = Location [favorite places to do the do]

Someplace private, ideally. Viktor would prefer to take his time with you, if he can, and likes to have you somewhere you'll not be interrupted. Also, comfortability is a bonus, but not entirely a priority. Beds, couches, the flat-top of his desk—all viable options.

M = Motivation [what turns them on, gets them going]

Not to sound trite, but his main motivation is simply you. Viktor didn't really partake in romantic relationships before you, whatever interest he did have not quite rivaling his hyper-focus on science. But you—you seemed to have pushed all the right buttons for him.

Wearing a scandalously short skirt will get his attention piqued, or grazing your hands over his shoulders in passing will make a slight shiver rattle his frame. Simply reminding Viktor that you want him is enough to get him going.

N = No [something they wouldn’t do, turn offs]

Viktor will never share you, he won't even entertain the idea. Having grown up in the Undercity, Viktor has experienced his fair share of poverty; having nothing to call his own. While he certainly doesn't view you as an object to own, he does harbor a bit of a possessive streak. You don't mind, of course.

O = Oral [preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.]

He enjoys both; Viktor finds great satisfaction in being able to work you to the point of senselessness, and he's very good at it. He knows exactly where to touch you; how much pressure to apply when he's lapping at your clit, how to curl his fingers just right against that electric bundle of nerves deep inside you. He knows how to get your toes curling into the soles of your feet; your fingers gripping at his hair as you writhe underneath him. He likes humming against you, peering up the plane of your heaving chest to watch the way you arch your back, scoring your lower-lip with your teeth...

But just because he revels in piecing you apart, doesn't mean he isn't totally on board for some reciprocation. Taking his impressive length into your mouth with a sly little glimmer in your eyes, you drink in the way his breath lodges in his throat, the breathy, whining pitch his voice takes on. When you ignore his stuttered warning and instead take him deeper, threatening the tight channel of your throat, his expression will twist into something akin to torment; you make it a point to see it, every time.

P = Pace [are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.]

Entirely dependent on his mood.

Viktor has the capacity to be absolutely ruthless should the moment call for it, pounding into you as hard and quick as his body will allow, and even past that. He's no stranger to pushing himself beyond his limits, and if he's feeling frustrated, or perhaps even inspired, that enthusiasm translates to feverish, rough sex. Expect some biting, bruising holds on your hips, and perhaps a bit of hair pulling.

On the other hand, he loves loving you. Gentle, sensual caresses coupled with languid, purposeful strokes, sinking deep and firm and cradling you all the while. Lots of kisses; from the cusp of your jaw, to the column of your throat, and often further—settling with your nipple enveloped in his mouth, humming his appreciation of you as you melt into his touch.

Q = Quickie [their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.]

Viktor has absolutely no qualms about quickies! In fact, quick little trysts happen more often than not. With both your hectic schedules, and Viktor's proclivity to work non-stop, they've become normality. With that knowledge in mind, it shouldn't come as a surprise that Viktor has mastered the art of making you cum in record amounts of time.

You're both prone to sweeping the other from your respective tasks, sequestering somewhere private enough that your moans and his thick, rough groans aren't heard by anyone else. Sometimes, quickies are exactly what Viktor needs to get his head on track—you're more than happy to help out.

R = Risk [are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.]

When the tension between you two calls for desperate (and daring) measures, closets, locked workshops, and the occasional deserted hallway have all been utilized. Viktor has been known to take risks in the pursuit of science and knowledge, it just so happens he's willing to take similar risks in making you cum.

S = Stamina [how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?]

Admittedly, he could not last very long in the beginning. Not just because of the physical limitations of his body, but because he wasn't very sexually active to begin with. He will, however, please you as many times as you wish with his hands, and mouth.

With time and practiced restraint, Viktor can keep going for a couple rounds, pushing himself to the very cusp just so he can watch the breathtaking way you clench around him, and cry out his name.

T = Toys [do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?]

Viktor is not opposed to using toys, and perhaps, if it's something you're interested in, he may actually create toys specially catered to you.

Testing them on you is a favorite of his: having you laid out on a workshop table, naked and splayed just for him as he works the toy against your clit, slipping it into your slick, tight heat. He tests the functions of it just as he would any other creation of his, and it's that stoic, analytical concentration of his that really flares your arousal, pushing you to the edge quicker than you're ready for. Viktor is thrilled if you cum quickly—it means his creation is effective.

As for himself? Viktor is open to experiment, and actually finds being the subject rather than the voyeur is quite a turn on for him.

U = Unfair [how much they like to tease]

Once Viktor fully realizes the effect he has on you, the man evolves into a full blown tease. Say what you will about him, but there's no denying Viktor is mischievous. In moments where it's just the two of you, he'll find ways to get closer; touching you in a manner that is both innocuous and charged, commenting in innuendos but in a tone that denies plausibility. But you're smart—that's one of the things Viktor loves most about you—and you catch on to his teasing quick.

Now, when it comes to sex, Viktor can be absolute torture. If he's feeling roguish, he'll tease you every step of the way, commenting things like 'you seem a bit tense...is there something wrong?', 'you want me to touch you, hm? Tell me where, I cannot read minds', and this one, spoken with a lilt of poorly feigned obliviousness: 'why didn't you tell me you were so wet? I would have helped you sooner.'

V = Volume [how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.]

What starts as small noises of appreciation—breathy grunts, labored breathing, whispers of your name, reverent on his tongue—can quickly grow in volume and frequency. Viktor can (and often) lose himself in the moment, and despite not being a very loud man to begin with, he can be very vocal during sex.

You find that when you're on top, in control, he is the loudest: strangled groans, moans that pierce the air with a sharpness that makes your toes curl, and, if he's completely overcome with you and your relentless desire, he'll default to his mother tongue.

Strings of a foreign dialect that sound so desperate, so absolutely overwhelmed, that you can't help but clench around his cock at the sound of him, wringing him out further.

W = Wild card [a random headcanon for the character]

Viktor is a switch! He has a knack for being a gentle dom, giving praise where it's needed, and lobbing out taunts where it's due. He gets a thrill when you turn all needy and pliant beneath him, and he is definitely not above making you beg for what you want.

On the other hand, Viktor embodies a sub so well it's like he was made for it; his golden eyes will take on a desperate hue, hazed and glossy, pleading with just a look. He can handle what you give him, and surprisingly, he enjoys being edged. You enjoy the way his voice slips into a perpetual whine as he begs you to let him cum.

X = X-ray [let’s see what’s going on under those clothes]

Viktor is very thin; all sharp angles and ivory skin, dotted with perfectly placed freckles. With sinewy muscle and protruding hipbones, you can actually trace each individual notch of his spine when he's hunched over you...

Which, somehow, makes the size of his cock actually startling. The first time he'd bared himself to you, you genuinely worried if he was too big for you. Flushed pink at the tip when he's hard, he's about 8' in length, decently thick, and curved just marginally upwards.

(He most definitely takes advantage of the angle.)

Y = Yearning [how high is their sex drive?]

What started as essentially no sex drive quickly skyrocketed after your first time, and it isn't uncommon for you to be intimate once a day, if not multiple times a day. Viktor finds himself more often than not thinking of you; of how you feel, how you look, how you sound, and despite his lust for you cutting into his work, he would not change a thing about it.

Z = Zzz [how quickly they fall asleep afterwards]

If he's invested in a project, he might not sleep at all afterwards. Instead, he'll ensure you're taken care of, maybe linger long enough to give you cuddles and kisses, and then be on his way. You know it's nearly impossible to get him to sleep when he's like that; no matter how much you implore him to with your best sultry gaze.

But if the sex was particularly intense, and Viktor's been pushed to his absolute limit, he will fall asleep almost immediately thereafter. Make sure to cherish these moments, for however ambitious and determined Viktor is, they're few and far between.

#this is viktor brainrot hours #viktor x reader #viktor x you #viktor imagine #viktor alphabet #arcane #arcane x reader #viktor x y/n #viktor arcane #my writing

[kodzukyan]

better with you (until it kills me)

notes: it's always missing baji hours here </3 fluff, angst; alternative ending: always, always you

summary: four times you think you are in love with baji keisuke, and the one time you tell him.

wc: 3.7k

You're reasonably sure the only reason he chooses you to pair up with for the Japanese literature project is that you sit next to him, but it surprises you all the same. You don't think you have much of a presence in class, but you don't think you can say the same about your new partner, Baji Keisuke.

His slicked-back ponytail and thick frames make his presence seem like a poindexter, but there's something about his bruised knuckles and his fierce aura that makes him feel ferocious. You've noticed him hang out with the school delinquent on multiple occasions. You also think you've seen him laugh wildly as he beats up some of the local thugs who crowded around the said delinquent he's friends with.

He isn't who you expect him to be at first glance, and that intrigues you more than you like to admit. You're too nervous to openly ask, so you settle for stealing glances at him from the corner of your eyes.

So, when he really decides on you and submits the partner form, you don't know what to think.

In the time that you two are partners, you've discovered a couple of things about him. First, his handwriting and kanji absolutely suck. Despite that, he writes a letter addressed to someone named Kazutora every week without fail. As if that isn't endearing enough, it gets even more so when he pouts at the complex characters that he often gets wrong and the inevitable smile that breaks out whenever you show him how to write them correctly.

("Oh, thanks! I would probably fail my kanji tests without you and Chifuyu. Kazutora probably can't even understand what I'm saying," he laughs rambunctiously.)

Second, he's genuinely an unexpectedly good partner in terms of being punctual about meeting up. However, despite being on time, there is little progress on the project. Your work times often end up in discussions about random life topics rather than the project itself.

(“Do you like cats?” he asks out of the blue one day, head on the table and books already forgotten.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so,” you humor him because you’re also tired of researching Japanese literature.

“Wanna see my cats? They’re all strays,” he sits up suddenly, eyes lit and smile bright.

You nod, and he proceeds to take out his phone to show you pictures of his cats. You note his lock-screen is a picture of all his cats, and his camera roll is just full of his friends and mom, motorcycles, and the said cats. With shining eyes full of excitement, he tells you their names and their personalities in detail.

"Do you think cats recognize their names but choose to ignore us whenever we call them?" he resumes the conversation after he finishes showing you his gallery. He leans back as he balances his pencil on top of his pursed lips.

"Maybe. Depends on the cat? Maybe they just hate you?" you mimic his pose. You suppose thirty minutes of work is enough progress for the day.

"Ouch," he grimaces as if it shatters him directly in the heart.)

Third, sometimes he comes with his hair down and without his glances, with stains on his clothes that he claims are ketchup, despite it not smelling like that at all.

("Uh, hey, sorry I'm late today," he offers sheepishly as he runs a hand through his unbound hair.

"Oh, it's okay," you finally say after you take in his shaggy appearance. You try not to think about how handsome he is despite the bruises forming on his face. "Are you… okay?"

"All good! The ketchup bottle just randomly exploded," he laughs nervously and awkwardly. "Anyways!! The project!!"

You stare at him dubiously but nod anyway. "Okay, if you say so…")

Fourth, he has an extremely charming smile, especially when his fangs are in full display. To some, it may look fierce and menacing; to you, it looks cute, especially when his eyes are always brimming with life and his laugh is full of vitality.

More often than not you catch yourself staring at him because he's just so intriguing.

You try to ignore your racing heart when your stolen glances become shared ones, and he flashes you a grin softer than the smiles you've seen.

-----

“Uh, hi.” You say shyly as you enter through Baji’s window. It’s not frequently you seek out Baji at his own home, especially through the window he keeps open almost exclusively for stray cats to seek shelter.

“What the fuck?” Baji drops the stray cat he's cuddling as you give a slight wave, causing the cat to meow loudly at the sudden change in demeanor.

“Sorry to drop by unannounced. I, uh, just wanted some company.”

You feel vanishingly small as you awkwardly laugh and piece together some words that make sense. Home is supposed to be full of warmth, but your home is more of a house with people than a home with love. It’s a truth you’ve long accepted, but some days, it feels a little extra cold.

Therefore, you run, and somehow you end up here, in the comforts of Baji’s room.

Maybe you are currently a stray cat, feeling a little more lost than found. Maybe you find that he’s the sort of comfort that warms you a little when your heart feels heavy. Maybe you are just a little bit in like with him, and he is the first person you want to see whenever you’re feeling down.

The room is silent aside from the soft paps of cats moving around and the periodic meow. Then, he pats the spot next to him, and you make your way there. As soon as you sit down, he hands you a cat.

“Here, hold her. She’s nice,” he comments as he places the calico cat he dropped earlier in your lap, petting her as she adjusts to her new position on you.

She narrows her eyes and softly purrs in your lap as Baji pets her, and this makes you feel more in the moment than in your head like you’ve been. Your initial baffle turns into a smile as she purrs louder when you pet her, and just like that, you feel a little more found than lost.

You lean on his shoulder as you continue petting the calico cat in your lap. You keep your eyes on her as she climbs onto his lap and nuzzles him in an attempt to hide your burning cheeks and your drumming heart from your proximity.

“Thanks for giving me a home when I don’t want to be in my own,” you tell him softly, airly, almost as if you’re letting him in on a secret.

He stops playing with the cats for a moment and pauses. Feeling his intense stare, you peek through your lashes up at him. His broad grin and sharp canines are in full display, and his smile looks a little more boyish than wild. He tousles your hair as he laughs aloud boisterously before he props his head on top of yours.

“You’ll always have a home here.”

-----

It all started when a group of thugs looked at you inappropriately and made some comments that made you uncomfortable. You grip the ends of his sleeve just a little harder and press yourself behind him, trying to make yourself impossibly small. Baji, seeing your small form and downcast eyes, removes your hand from his sleeve and places it in his hand. Knowing Baji and him knowing you and your every mood, he does not stand for it. He simply flashes you a reassuring grin before he squeezes your hand and runs straight at them.

He throws the first punch, and you could just stand there in shock as he pummels through them and beats them up. He has cuts and bruises everywhere, and you’re certain he’s taken on a few nasty hits on his ribs. Though you’re equally confident that these thugs are absolutely 100% in worse shape than he is.

“Oh my god,” you sob frantically as Baji wobbles back to you, ferocious smile on his face softens as he sees you. He pats your head when he notes your teary eyes. You’re not even sure when you start crying, but the tears just don’t seem to stop. “Are you okay? Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you -”

He clutches your tear-stained face in his hands, “Look at me.”

Your eyes meet his, but you can barely see him over your tears as you continue your incoherent rambling.

“Hey,” he tries once more, voice more frantic as he struggles to find words. He finally just squishes your cheeks and yells, “Do you think I care about anything else but you right now?”

Your eyes widen, and the tears forming fall freely onto his hands. Oh, oh, oh, you think to yourself as your beating heart rapidly thumps at an exponential speed, maybe he’s also falling. When you meet his steady gray eyes, the shocking realization that maybe you’re not the only one dumb and possibly in love stops your tears.

He sighs in relief when your tears gradually stop, and as if all the tiredness accumulated in his body hit him all at once, he falls down onto the ground.

You try to catch him as best as you can, and with the combined effort of mostly himself and partially you, he breaks his fall. He lays sprawled out on the ground. After you check for wounds and find none too serious, you sit with your knees tucked under you by where he lays and moves his head onto your lap.

All around you are the battered bodies of the thugs you’ve encountered, but all you can see at the moment is him and his gray eyes that disappear into crescent moons as he flashes you a grin. He’s too tired to move, but he raises a fist up into the air in victory anyway.

“I got you.”

-----

"Wanna go on a ride?" he texts you.

It’s almost midnight when he texts you, and it’s probably way past when you should stay up. But your heart flutters at the thought of adventure, at the thought of him, so you quickly respond, “Okay, but be quiet! Don't wake my parents up again, stinky!!!”

You can already imagine his sheepish smile when he sends you a "that was once!!! my bad" back.

After sending him a quick ":p", you silently put on some clothes more fitting to go out than your pajamas. The sound of his motorcycle announces his greater-than-life presence long before his text does. Grabbing two scrunchies, you sneak out your window.

He only greets you with a goofy smile and a wave, hair free-flowing in the wind. Under the moonlight, his gray eyes twinkle with vigor and youth. It knocks the air out of your lungs as you glance at him because he's beautiful, ethereal, and alive. He smiles smugly when he catches your stare, but he holds his hand out for you to take.

"Hi," you whisper under the twinkling stars as you put your hand in his.

"Hey," he whispers back as he curls his fingers around your hand before adjusting to interlace your fingers together.

The quietness and intimacy of this moment drown out the world - the sound of cars driving by, of cicadas flying, of the world standing still. The only thing keeping you from floating is his hand and the sound of your heartbeat.

"I got you a hair tie." You offer softly with an equally soft smile, eyes pointing to the scrunchies on your wrist.

"I got you a hoodie," he responds as he nods to his motorcycle. "Because I knew your dumb ass would, once again, forget to dress for the winds."

"I'm dressed decently enough. You, though… please tie your hair… It hurts like hell when it whips in my face," you laugh lightly.

He rolls his eyes. "That's also what you said last time before you ended up stealing my hoodie, and I ended up being cold!" he complains, but there's a certain fondness in his voice.

You only stick your tongue out childishly at him. You would rather bite your tongue than admit that you are always slightly underdressed for the occasion so he would keep giving you his hoodies.

He tugs your interlaced hand and pulls you closer, and as you stand so close to him, you think close isn't quite close enough. The two of you linger in that position for longer than what should be appropriate for friends, but you think you have been tiptoeing around that line for a while now. Your heart races, and you're sure your erratic heart is beating fast enough to generate heat to keep you warm against the cold winds.

He pulls away first, moving to grab his hoodie before he roughly puts it on you. He laughs when you complain about your ruffled hair, but as his hoodie and scent engulf you, you could only shyly smile. He takes a scrunchie despite complaining about how poofy it is. As he settles in his bike and you settle in behind him, arms tight around his waist, you think this is probably what holding the universe in your arms feels like.

He rives his bike loudly despite your warning, but you find that you could care less right now as he takes off. You are young and dumb, but the wind is running through your hair as the two of you are chasing the moon, and it makes you feel so alive. Neon lights and starlit skies blur together as he speeds through familiar roads, and the brisk winds drown out your loud laughter. It feels like you're feeling everything at once, but your head is so clear.

You think you can understand why he loves riding so much because the only thing that you can hear is your loud heartbeat, and the only thing that matters is you're living.

He finally stops at a local 24-hour diner. The moonlight shines through the window by your table. You are still feeling the wild wind in your hair, cold air on your face, and the warmth of Baji’s back on your arms. It's way past midnight now, and the yellow lights of the diner feel a little more homey than dingy. He’s munching on some fries, occasionally waving one in your face whenever he’s trying to make a point about something. As you watch the various expressions on his face, a smile makes its way to your face.

“Hey Keisuke,” you grab a fry and jab it at him in the middle of his sentence. He stops his mid-word as he stares at you, head tilting slightly and mouth still gaping. There is a particular word that you keep thinking of whenever you think of Baji, a feeling that lingers and fills your heart up. You know what it is. You think you know at least, and in moments like these when you’re just watching his goofy self munching on fries while boisterously laughing at something dumb, all you can think of is those four letters.

“You’re my best friend,” you whisper before you eat your fry. Best friend, you think, encompasses a lot of things and feelings as you stare at his childlike grin, heart fluttering and mind blanking because all you see is him. You hope he knows, hope he gets that best friend is a loose term because he is so much more.

When he meets your eyes and his gray eyes crinkle in mirth and laughter rolls off his lips, you think he does.

“I know,” he smugly nods before he drops another fry into his mouth. “I guess you’re pretty cool too.”

You stick your tongue out at him and feel a warmth in your heart that matches the pinks of his cheeks. Maybe it’s adrenaline still in your blood, maybe it’s the moment, but it makes you devious, brave even, as you lean over and chomp down on the fry he's holding.

He stares at you with his mouth wide open, looking absolutely flabbergasted and offended. “Hello? That was my last fry!”

“Sorry,” you giggle, not feeling all that sorry at all. You know he’s not truly that offended because he has that stupid grin on his face, because he’s always soft with you. A part of you does feel a little sorry when you see the small pout that arises on his face. “I’ll treat you to yakisoba later?”

He turns away from you, face still slightly sulky as he huffs silently.

“No? You don’t want yakisoba?” you ask. You still find it amusing that Baji Keisuke, the first division captain of the Toman Gang who would punch someone on the streets for no reason other than just because he feels like it, is pouting because you stole his last fry. If anyone from any rival gangs sees Baji Keisuke now, they probably wouldn’t believe this is the same person.

“Fine,” he huffs softly, “But don’t think one yakisoba is enough.”

“Then,” you begin, your heart pounding loudly in your chest as you work up the courage, “What about this?”

He turns to you in confusion, and before your courage runs out on you, you crash your lips onto his before you pull away.

“Repayment,” you mutter meekly, eyes avoiding his because you’re sure he can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks from where he’s sitting.

“Hey,” he tugs on your hand under the table. When you finally look at him, he continues, “Just one isn’t enough.”

He kisses you again.

-----

Home is supposed to be the place you come from, but you think it's more like a place you find, pieced together from scattered bits of feelings, emotions, people along the way. Somewhere along the lines, home becomes less of a place and more of a person. Your home becomes the boy with the sharp canines and long hair that gets tangled by the stray cats he keeps, the "I love you" declared loudly with kisses and the longing looks in between, the comfortable warmth of his body next to yours as you chase sunsets and live in your own infinity. Your home is Baji Keisuke and the constant image of him in your mind and the infinite pieces of him in your heart.

Infinity, though, is awfully short, you think, as you see him lay surrounded by bouquets, eyes closed in eternal slumber. He's always looked good in white, but when his tan complexion is nearly as pale as the white roses surrounding him, you think white is an awful color on him. His eyes always shine with possibilities and promises, and while you've always joked that his sleeping face is cute because he always looks so innocent, adorable even, all you want now is to see him awake.

His heroism and love for his friends are always something that you love about him, but in turn, it feels so incredibly cruel to you now. For as short as he has been in your life, he becomes pieces embedded so deeply in it that it makes you whole. You cannot imagine a world where there is no Baij, where he isn’t there to punch a hooligan on the streets or feed stray cats at night or hold you when your world is crashing. You cannot imagine a life where he isn’t here to shine a bright light in your life without his laughter and goofy personality. Suddenly the world blurs around you, and you can't breathe as droplets of water hit your clenched hands on your lap.

You hold his hands. Cold, cold, cold, when they used to be warm enough to light a fire in you. There are so many things you want to tell him, say to him, but the speech you prepare in your head drowns in silence as your voice gives out on you. All the words in your head just come out as broken sobs. You feel the sympathetic and equally broken glance of his mom as she embraces you, but all you can think about is that he won’t open his eyes.

Baji Keisuke has always been bigger than life, you think, because he becomes a part of everything in your life. There are traces of him everywhere - him with his cats on your lock-screen, the random memes he sends you at night, the little notes he leaves you written in his ugly penmanship with love. When you think of these things, you feel like your heart is breaking all over again.

People tell you to be strong, and while you want to retort because how can you when he’s gone?, you find that you cannot say a word without crying. You’re tired of crying too because your eyes are already so, so raw, but it seems like all you can do is cry. When you think you've finally run out of tears and your tears finally stop, a new batch takes over even at the slightest things that remind you of him. You feel so pathetic because you can't do anything without water leaking from your eyes, and you hate yourself for being so weak.

You tune out the somber tone of his friends and the broken tone of his mom because you don't want to accept a reality where he isn't here. But luck is never on your side because he never opens his eyes again, and you never get to tell him how much you love him. All you get are flashbacks and memories of him and emptiness in your heart and soul. You tell yourself you have to be strong and smile and live for the both of you, but you can't. Not when he isn't here, not when he isn't with you anymore. Every time you think about that fact, your heart breaks again.

"Hey, stupid," your broken sobs ring loudly in the deafening silence, "I love you."

The words you’ve wanted to tell him for so long are finally in the open, but there is no answer.

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[shinobusupremecy]

hello!! I really like your headcanons/oneshots and how your whole account is just dedicated to her lol

um so question: I don't know if I missed anything (and I apologize if I did) but are you comfortable with writing shinobu x reader with medical conditions? and do you write shinobu x reader x ___ ?

ok ok so now to the actual request sorry- (this is not a douma x reader x shinobu)

so gn!reader was kinda adopted by douma? (ik it’s kinda ooc but yk-) and he just took them in because… why not? it’d be amusing having a tiny child run around his temple and face playing every now and then. so reader considers douma as their guardian and was able to go outside n stuff (that included sword fighting) And then he *+. m a g i c a l l y .+* started to have feelings? like he genuinely cared for the little shit that would steal his bean bag chair thingy? huh??? so then douma now has some emotions and yk he starts to kinda feel bad for eating all of those women and realized how much of an asshole he was and he’s like “I was so fucked up god damn”

yeah so now the reader is older and explores more out in the world and eventually leaves but would come visit every now and then. they quickly become a hash it’s due to all of that sword fighting practice stuff. now, you can choose if the reader knows that douma is a demon or not.

(Reader doesn’t know) eventually, shinobu and reader start dating and yk then there’s that arc. when the reader is going with them and is like “lol y are we at my guardian’s place? did someone get attacked while I was gone?” only to find out that fucking douma was a demon and has been eating the followers behind their back. they start like breaking down because imagine if your loving mom or dad was a cannibal or sum? so yeah reader tries to defend douma n stuff.

(Reader does know) As much as they respect the demon slayers n stuff.. they just can’t bring themself to tell them. They loved douma, he’s the one who’s been taking care of them ever since they were a toddler! He took such good care of them and genuinely loved them back too. They couldn’t do that to him.

Maybe even if it meant betraying their s/o.

In the end for both of them, reader has to choose whether to save douma or shinobu… (or, maybe reader gets heavily wounded in battle and douma hurriedly rushes in to save their adopted child with genuine fear and panic in his eyes?) and that’s for you to choose what to write! (or if you’re writing both endings, that could work too!)

I just wanna know how shinobu would act if her s/o’s guardian was the murderer of her sister? how douma actually cared about them and even would let their guard down to protect them? how hurt she would feel if they decided to side with douma and fight along them? or when she realizes that douma wasn’t just this evil demon, but a loving guardian to her beloved s/o who was raised with so much empathy and love?

ok sorry for the grammar mistakes and everything my phone is legit on one percent help—

Word count: 3808

Warnings: Manga spoilers

A/N: I don't have any rules that says I don’t write Shinobu x reader x __ so I can write this. This is a very interesting request, I like it a lot! Sorry if this got messy or cringe heh. 

There are some things that I can’t write so deep about since otherwise this would be way to long and I don’t wanna bore you guys.

It depends on what medical conditions too, I haven’t decided that rule yet.

Art credit: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/4105405

It was another boring evening for the leader of the cult Douma. 

“Oh man nothing to do. No pretty women to eat” Douma sighed out. Suddenly he heard the sound of a baby crying. He knew that sound too well. Sometimes woman with babies come to his cult to seek for help. He followed the sound and saw a baby hidden in the bush crying. He touched your cheek and slightly pinched them causing you to cry. 

“Hm not fat enough. It won’t satisfy my hunger” He rose to his full height fanning himself even though the air was chilly. 

“Ah well I guess I’ll just eat you when you grow older or something” He scooped you up and carried you. Since the women he took in often wanted him to hold their baby so he got used to holding babies. He walked back to his home and opened the door. 

One of the servants came forward to him. 

“L-lord Douma you’re home!” The servant came and bowed to Douma. 

“Why do you have a baby with you?” The servant asked. 

“This man likes to ask a lot of questions” Douma thought very annoyed.

“Oh I just find them in the forest” The servant nodded. “Can’t leave a defenseless baby in the forest am I right? I mean that’s the time where the demons lurk around” The servant nodded again. 

“I’ll just take care of this baby myself. You go to sleep” Douma went into his room to set you down. You were sleeping and Douma thought you were a bit adorable. 

“Hm I guess I’ll keep you for now” Douma sighed out a bit continuing to fan himself. 

“I could probably use something to eat” He grabbed a arm from a women he hunted down yesterday. 

“Hmm it’s a shame I had to kill you. You were a very kind woman” He chowed down spilling blood everywhere. You woke up from all the chewing sounds Douma made and saw him eating. 

“Oh yeah you’re still here” Douma slapped himself for forgetting that a literal baby was in the same room. 

For some reason seeing him covered in blood of his victims and holding a literal arm did not faze you. He walked towards you and reached out the arm. You were laughing and grabbing it’s finger. 

His eyes widen a bit. Along with that something inside of him felt strange. It was like a bubbly feeling. He didn’t even know what it was, but whatever it was it felt good. He felt like he was floating, like all bad things just disappeared. He smiled at you but suddenly the door opened. It was that servant that greeted him when he came in with you. 

His eyes widen and before he could even scream Douma came behind him and cut off his head. 

“You disturbed my peaceful moments with this child” Blood spilled everywhere leaving a disgusting mess and the smell of iron was almost unbearable but you still seemed unbothered. 

“Oh yeah I keep forgetting you’re here” Douma laughs a bit while covering himself with his fan so only his eyes were showing. 

“Well I don’t like to eat men so much but the body parts of the women begins to loose their taste so this’ll do” And once again he chowed down and ate. 

You just looked at him and he took the head of the servant, a fearfull expression still plastered on his face. He brought the face right in front of you but you only laughed. 

“Hm? There is this weird thing mothers do with their child. What’s it called?” Douma made a thoughtful expression. “Oh yeah peek-a-boo” So that’s what he did with the decapitated head. 

“Peek-a-boo! Peek-a-boo!” You only laughed and laughed. That same feeling came back to Douma. That same bubbly feeling. 

“Hm I guess you aren’t so bad” 

Timeskip 4 years (You’re 4) 

“Ahhh ha!” You exclaimed as you grabbed Douma’s hat and ran around with it. 

“Oh so naughty. Come back here!” Douma shouted. 

“Noooo!” You shouted and ran past a servant making the poor women almost drop her plates. 

“Sorry about that!” Douma yelled at the servant.

“O-oh no it’s okay Lord Douma!” Douma replied to her by a closed eyed smile. 

You ran back to Douma and tackled him even if he was sitting. He didn’t move a bit. 

“Hyyyyyah!” You tried to push him but he didn’t move a bit. 

“Alright alright take it easy!” He said and held your head so you couldn’t reach him. 

“You need to be careful! When you ran you almost made that woman drop her plates” You stopped and felt bad. 

“Where is she?” 

“Down the hall” You nodded and ran after her. 

“HELLO! I WANNA  APOLOGIZE FOR ALMOST MAKING YOU DROP YOUR PLATES!” Douma laughed at how loud you were.

 “Oh no it’s okay! But please be a little more quiet” and again you aplogized loudly. 

“Heh that child” Douma really liked having you around. You made him happy, he learned that from Akaza. 

-

“Hello Akazaaaa!” Douma called after Akaza. His face immidietly changed to a pissed expression, it looked like he was gonna murder someone. 

“How are you doing? My good friend?” Douma said as he wrapped his arm around Akaza. 

“Get your filthy...” Akaza began to mumble. 

“Huh? I didn’t hear you” Douma said with a teasing voice. 

“I said get you’re filthy hands off me!” Akaza yelled each word becoming higher and more aggressive. He turned and sliced Douma’s head in half. 

Douma healed up again. 

“My my you seem more moody than usual, Akaza! Have something happened?” Akaza sighed out very frustrated. 

“Oi Douma!” Douma turned to the owner of the voice and there was Guytaro and Daki. 

“I asked the same thing and he almost sliced my head off. I don’t know why he’s so mad man” Douma only waved back and gave him a closed eyed smile. 

“Anyways I wanted to ask you Akaza!” Douma cheered and Akaza stayed silent. 

“I keep getting this weird bubbly feeling around that little baby I took in” Daki perked up at this. 

“Oh that brat? You keep talking about that little thing. I wanna meet the thing” Guytaro rolled his tired eyes but Daki seemed to miss that. 

“What feeling is that Akaza? Please answer me? Please please please!” Douma began to sound like a whiny baby. 

“It’s called happiness you waste of air!” Akaza yelled and cut off Douma’s face again. 

“Okay okay you can stop slicing my head off now. You getting my blood splattered everywhere. Akaza didn’t respond. 

“Ah well thanks for the help Akaza!” 

-

Timeskip (14 years you’re 18)

Time flew past so fast. Well it was only natural for Douma since he has lived for over 200 years but still. Under those 18 years a lot of things happened. 

Douma has stopped eating women sine you made him realize how disgusting it was. More or less you threatened him. You’re now a hashira since you have killed over 50 demons as a kinoe. You passed the final selection when you were 14 and it took 4 years until you became a hashira. So you said that you would rat Douma out if he didn’t stop eating women. You were sick of the disgusting smell he left in his secret room and the sight almost made you near to vomit. 

As much as you loved Douma for taking you in you really hated his habit. As much as Douma hated to quit eating women he did it for you. He grew attached to you, very attached. When you were gonna leave him he became very sad. Even cried. He cried so much it was even funny, you giggled everytime you thought about it, earning weird looks from your fellow hashira friends. You obviously visited Douma from time to time but never bringed anyone along you. 

Most of the hashira liked you. Sanemi didn’t pay much attention to you. Obani threatened you to never hurt Mitsuri but he calmed down after you got together with Shinobu. Kyojuro likes you, thinks you have great potential. Giyu likes you mostly because you don’t join in on Shinobu’s bullying habits and Tengen thought you had drip. Muichiro thought you were a kind person, he felt kinda warm inside after you spoke with him. Gyomei prays for your safety because you were reckless. 

Mitsuri LOVES you! She loves how you’re always so kind and has never judged her for being her. She trust you enough to share her problems with you like with Shinobu. You and Shinobu clicked. It was like you two were meant each other. You two understood each other, you two were great at teamworking against demons which lead to the Master pairing you two in missions way more often. It came to a point were both of you developed romantic feelings for each other. You were more bold so you were the one that planned to confess to her but sadly you’re confession was not so romantic since you confessed on accident. 

-

You two were just walking around the butterfly estate just talking with each other. 

While Shinobu was talking and even giggling you ended up just staring at her. 

“Hm? You okay? You seem a bit out of it” You snapped out of your daze and smiled at her

“Yes I’m fine. Just admiring how beautiful you are” Shinobu giggled.

“Aww thanks” Shinobu smiled. 

“And that’s also why I like you!” A awkward moment feel in right then and there.

“Y-you what?” You realized what you said.

“U-uh well I” You were to embarrassed beginning to sweat and your face becoming as red as a tomato. You tried to run away but Shinobu pinned you to the wall. 

“I’m glad you feel the same!” She kissed you on the lips passionately before breaking the kiss. You were a flustered mess. 

“Oh gosh we really did that” Shinobu only booped your nose. 

“We sure did” She smiled and skipped away. You being in a daze didn’t notice she left you until she was at the end of the hall.

“Wow hold on wait!”

-

But things became a bit hard for you when Shinobu told you about her sister and that it was Douma that killed her. 

“O-oh” You said and Shinobu nodded tears running down her face. Shinobu couldn’t hold it in anymore and she cried while hugging you. You tried your best to reassure her but you fell horrible knowing you’re guardian was the one that took Kanae who Shinobu held so dear away from her. But Shinobu cried so much that she missed the horrified expression you had and that lead to her yet not finding about you and Douma. 

Whenever the hasira talk about the uppermoon you shared information but never about Douma. You just couldn’t do that to the man that took care of you with love and care all those years. 

-

But then came the long painful night that you would never forget. You were talking with the triplets. Laughing and listening what they had to say. Suddenly Shinobu bursted into the room looking incredibly distressed. 

“EMERGENCY! UBYASHIKI IS GETTING ATTACKED!” Not another word you grabbed your sword and ran out with Shinobu jumping onto the roofs of several buildings. None of you talked to each other or even tried too, you both were too stressed. 

Suddenly you heard a loud explosion and immediately stopped in your tracks. You froze. Shinobu looked beyond shocked, she was sweating and her mouth was agape. Swallowing down your shock you continued to run, Shinobu quickly following after you. When you reached the masters estate you saw a figure. 

“Muzan” You muttered and quickly went in for attack as long as the other Hashira. Suddenly it felt like you were stepping on nothing and along with Shinobu you all fell down. 

“Shinobu!” You called but she didn’t respond. You quickly turned your body and used your breathing technique to dampen the fall. You didn’t see Shinobu anywhere but your heart sank when you realized you were at Douma’s estate. 

“W-why am I here?” You asked and walked around. You had a very bad gut feeling that felt like it was eating you from the inside. You began to run around calling out for Douma. 

Shinobu who was in middle of a battle with him stopped in her tracks. 

“How do they know his name?” She thought but she lost focus and almost got hit. She looked at Douma who looked rather concerned?

He looked at the door before resuming his fight with Shinobu. 

Soon you heard fighting and opened the door and saw Douma and Shinobu fighting. Douma was going in for the attack but you weren’t having it and jumped forward. 

Your eyes widen because of the pain and almost in a instant you could barely breathe. 

Shinobu was closer but Douma still managed to reach you first. He had fear and panic in his eyes, it was very much clear. He carried you in bridal style. 

“Nakime teleport me to the infinity fortress” So Nakime did but for some reason Nakime teleported Shinobu there too. It was Muzan’s orders.

It was almost like a endless race. Douma jumped and broke through some doors. Shinobu was still very persistent and tried to get you back. 

“Little pest!” Douma tired to strike Shinobu with his blood demon art.

“Please don’t hurt Shinobu” As much as Douma loves you he can’t treat your wounds if Shinobu is trying to get you back all the time. 

“I could care less about her” He replied and tried to strike her. 

“Let go of Y/N! You damn shithead!” Shinobu yelled and used a breathing technique which lead to Douma dropping you. 

You fell down, everything felt like it was going slow-motion, you thought you would die so you just closed your eyes trying to at least make your last moments peaceful. Life flashed before your eyes. All your memories, all your moments with Shinobu, Douma and the pillars. It was great. 

“I guess this is how it ends” You smiled but it looks like death never came as you felt someone carrying you. It seemed like the arms were small so you knew you were in Shinobu’s arms. 

“It’s okay love! Just hold in there! I will treat you soon and-” Shinobu got cut off when Douma’s blood demon art came flying to her. 

“When this piece of shit is dead!” She yelled and continued to evade the attacks. 

“It hurts” You said and it seemed like both Shinobu and Douma heard it. 

“I know love, I know” Douma got more panicked. Suddenly two more people came in the fight. Kanao and Inosuke. 

“Alright! Get over here demon!” Inosuke shouted and went in for the attack. 

Douma tried to slice Inosuke but he avoided it. 

“Shinobu I’m feeling sleepy” Shinobu instantly averted her eyes to you and widened her eyes seeing you about to close your eyes. 

“Come on love you can hold on longer! Don’t leave me! Please!” Her cries cut short when your eyes finally closed. 

-

Suddenly it felt like you were laying on something. Was it grass? You opened your eyes and saw you were on a grass hill. The sky was clear blue and the air was nice and refreshing. 

“A-am I dead?” You said and rose up walking around. 

“Shinobu! Douma! Where are you?” Your eyes suddenly averted to Douma. 

“Douma!” You said and ran towards him and hugged him. 

“Hello Y/N” He replied and hugged you back. 

“Where are we?” He smiled very sadly at you when you broke the hug a bit. 

“We’re in the land of the dead or close at least” You gave him a confused look. 

“You have a choice where to go. I don’t” You still held the same confused expression. “I’m going to hell. It’s what I get for all my years of killing” Your eyes widened. You weren’t surprised that was the fate that laid on him after all he done.

“You can still go back” You shook your head. 

“I’ll join you then! You took care of me and everything. It’s only right that we both end up there together” Douma shook his head. 

“No it’s not. I deserve to be here, you don’t. You still have some people waiting for you, don’t make them wait any longer” He pointed to his left and there you saw you but you had your eyes closed and a peaceful expression. You saw how Shinobu, Aoi, Kanao, and the butterfly estate girls were looking hopefully for you to wake up but no response. Even Tanjiro was there and Nezuko. The triplets started to cry. 

“It’s been five months now” Aoi sighed out. 

“Maybe we should just-” 

“No” Shinobu said. “Don’t you dare. I’m still gonna have faith” Aoi nodded. 

“See? You have people that want you back. I have no one. Please let me go” Tears formed on your eyes. You ran to hug him. 

“I’m sorry but I still wanna go to you” Douma paused for a second before sighing a bit. 

“I love you so so so much” He said and kissed your forehead before shoving you. Your eyes widened and you saw Douma getting consumed by flames. 

“DOUMA!” You screamed falling down once again.

-

Warm. It was all you felt on your hand. It was comforting. 

“Y/N. It’s been five months now. The war is over, many people didn’t survive but still...we finally have peace” You soon recognized it was Shinobu’s voice. Her hand holding your hand. You moved your thumb, stroking her hand. 

“Y-Y/N? You’re awake?” You smiled, your eyes not fully open yet. 

“Aoi! Kanao! She’s waking up!” Even though Shinobu only called for Aoi and Kanao everyone else came. Finally you managed to open your eyes and saw several faces in front of you. 

“H-hi” And everyone jumped up and cheered, hugging everyone. The triplets started to cry and Aoi and Kanao hugged each other while crying. Shinobu cried too. Zenitsu and Nezuko hugged each other while Inosuke tried not to cry.

After everyone had calmed down, you sat up. 

“I’m so glad you’re awake! Everything got so empty without you” Shinobu said. 

“Heh I’m sorry it turned out this way” Shinobu only nodded. You looked at Tanjiro and saw he seemed a lot thinner. 

“Wow Tanjiro you okay? It looks like you haven’t eaten well” Tanjiro quickly rose his hands up. 

“O-oh no no it’s not like that! I lost all my physic strengths after the battle so...” You nodded. 

“Uhm I have something to ask so can everyone go except Shinobu, Kanao and Inosuke. Everyone nodded and walked out of the room. 

“You killed Douma didn’t you?” You asked and silence engulfed the room. 

“Yes we did” Shinobu said looking serious. 

“Did you know that demon?” Kanao asked. 

“Yes I did. He was my guardian. He took care of me and loved me. He also stopped eating women after I became a hashira because I threatened him” Shinobu’s eyes widened. 

“So that’s why he was so adamant of getting you?” You nodded. 

“Did you know that he killed Kanae?” Shinobu asked. 

“I understand if you wanna leave me. I’m so sorry for keeping it away from you but yes I knew. But I just couldn’t rat him out! Even if I threatened him I would’ve never do it anyways. My threat were empty. As said before he loved me so dearly and took care of me! He’s the reason why I’m here right now as a hashira since he trained me. I wasn’t very good nor strong but Douma never stopped training me. He didn’t give up on me and he never got mad at me for my mistakes” Shinobu thought about it. Maybe Douma wasn’t so bad. But no he killed her sister, she could never forgive that. But now he’s dead so she did manage to avenge her sister so does it really matter now? 

“I’m sorry we killed your guardian. We didn’t know” Kanao said and bowed.

“No no it’s fine. I think it’s better that way” You smiled sadly. You looked at Shinobu who sighed. 

“I understand why you didn’t tell me and if I was in the same situation I would’t tell either. But that doesn’t matter now. Let’s just look forward to the future and do what we can” You nodded and hugged her, tears spilling from your eyes. 

Not long after you and Shinobu visited all the graves of your dear Hashira friends. Mitsuri, Obani, Gyomei, Muichiro and Kyojuro. You didn’t make it in time to meet Sanemi since he would travel around. Shinobu was always cleaning and taking care of Kanae’s shrine and sometimes you helped her. You missed Douma but still this was for the best. 

You and Shinobu spend your days by just taking it easy and taking care of the patients that still needed treatment. The demon slayer corps got disbanded. You two took care of your goldfishes and you all lived together in the butterfly estate. 

- 

Years flew by. You and Shinobu got married and few years later Kanao and Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Nezuko and Inosuke and Aoi got married too. Oh what a busy painful month that was. Everyone had to work hard for the wedding plans. It was exhausting. Few years later they all got wonderful kids of their own but you and Shinobu adopted one instead. It was a beautiful girl, even if she weren’t your biological kid you both loved her nonetheless. 

Finally you and Shinobu grew old. Grew wrinkles, being more forgetful, couldn’t move around too much but still you two were happy. Your daughter were now a adult and even got two kids. They are eight. 

-

You and Shinobu are now laying on your beds knowing it would be your last days alive. You both would die of old age and were now just waiting. Your beds were beside each other holding each other hands. 

“You nervous?” Shinobu asked tilting her head towards you.

You chuckled your voice more raspy. 

“Well I almost died once so I should know how it feels” Now it was Shinobu’s turn to chuckle a bit although it sounded like it took all her energy to do that. 

“It seems like we two will die alone here” You said. 

“I don’t mind. At least I get to die with you” You smiled at Shinobu.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way” You said almost in a whisper and Shinobu nodded. 

“Me neither” 

“I love you Shinobu” 

“I love you too” And with that you both fell asleep your hands still touching each other. 

What a nice ending for two lovers. 

A/N:Thank you for requesting! This was fun to write but I had to plan alot for it lol. 

SPOILER

When Douma pushes down Y/N that is inspired when Sanemi’s dad pushed Sanemi so he couldn’t join his mother in hell. Fun fact. 

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I saw this post and I was wondering if you write Malleus' too, is okay for you to make that?

How to win a heart of Malleus Draconia?

a/n: I started posting my writings here because I want to improve my English — so I technically wouldn't make this request. But! Someone on Wattpad (where I take requests) asked for the same thing, so I rolled up my sleeves and wrote this guide today in both languages. Enjoy~

1. Don't be afraid of him.

It is said that the first impression is the most important.

So when you first saw this guy walking through the corridor of Diasomnia, it was hard for you to get rid of that view from your head.

Illuminated both by the green magic flames set in the lobby, as well as by the moon, which eventually managed to break through the dark clouds and with a bright glow appear in the windows of the dormitory, he seemed... lonely and beautiful.

You shuddered as you took a step down the hallway and the dark-haired man turned to you. He measured you with his emerald eyes. And then you recognized him; all the conversations about the mysterious and fearsome Malleus Draconia flew through your head.

Everything told you to rush towards the hallway and run as far as possible, but a piece of you found it inappropriate. Or rather, no one would want to chase everyone away from themself... right?

When you realized you were looking at him for a while, you took a deep breath and nod slightly.

"Good evening, Draconia-san," you said quickly. After a while you added, "The moon is beautiful today, don't you think?”

 2. Smile a lot.

Today was a really wonderful day: the test was postponed, your favorite dish was given in the canteen, and for some reason, the last two lessons were canceled – your class had to make just a quick note about a topic and it took less than fifteen minutes.

"Something happened?" Malleus asked, seeing how almost in the jumps you walk past him. When you looked at him, he added, "You smile a lot.”

"I can stop smiling if you want," you made a sad face, but after a while, the corners of your mouth began to tremble uncontrollably and twisted up again. "Oops, I can’t. Today... it was such a good day... that I think I'm slowly using my life's happiness.”

"I didn't say that smiling is bad," he said. "You look so much better when you smile.”

"Oh," you sighed with apparent surprise. "Is it a compliment?"

"It’s rather a fact..?"

 3. From time to time visit him during club activities.

"Is this a class of the ‘Gargoyle research society club’?” with a deaf knock you opened the door. Malleus turned to you, making a break from browsing through the materials gathered in the library about the history of each of the gargoyles on the school grounds. And there were a lot of them.

"Yes," he replied briefly, getting up. "Do you need something, [Name]?"

"Not at all, my club don’t have a meeting today," you said, closing the door behind you.

You looked around: the room was as clean as ever, except for one desk, where were laid several huge volumes about statues in NRC.

“Are you here alone?” You said before you thought. You lowered your eyes to see Malleus nodding unconcerned slightly. You blinked several times trying to think of what else you could say. "This room... could be a secret base," that was the first thing that came to your mind. Malleus turned his head to one side, uncertain of your response.

“A secret base..? Why?”

"I have no idea," you admitted quickly. "But the very existence of a mysterious point is interesting, isn't it? Doing normal things, such as watching movies or just talking, seems more interesting in places like this,” After a moment of silence, you sighed. "You know what, this idea with the base is stupid”

"We can try," he replied with serious tone. You raised your eyes to see how he looked around the room. "But you'll just have to explain this idea to me in more detail. We can also tell Lilia, Silver and Sebek about it...” he smiled as if seeing your five together in his thoughts was a pleasure. "It will be surely... fun.”

 4. Get yourself a Tamagotchi.

"Look!" you spin a new key chain on your finger. You finally stopped and showed it to Malleus. "Now they are matching!”

A small electronic toy, in a dark green screen that, when it flashed, showed a virtual, pixelated animal. You were impressed with how good quality it was made, especially since you only gave the Shroud brothers a sketch of a toy that Malleus owned.

Your keychain was exactly the same, just a different color and with another pet.

Malleus pulled out his own device and put it on the table. He pressed one of the buttons and a small pet appeared on the keychain – a dragon.

"They can now be friends," you brought your toy closer to so-called Gao-Gao Dragon-kun.

"Do you think so?" He asked in a very surprised tone, but it sounded as if in a moment he were about to burst out with an inexplicably joyful and surprised laugh.

"Of course. Everyone needs a decent friend, no?”

 5. Gain the trust of Lilia, Silver and Sebek.

Lilia, one of Malleus' closest people. It is much more likely that you will meet him before Malleus. He will be very proud when he learns that Malleus has found a friend. If you become a taster of Lilia, in terms of his pastries, he will 100% like you, and at 20% you will leave the kitchen alive and well.

Silver, who has mastered the art of sleeping in any conditions. It's easy to get him into your plans, although with the craziest ones he will hesitate. Rather well-disposed towards everyone, he can cover for you when you are not in class— but he usually inadvertently falls asleep and both of you often have penal assignments after school.

Sebek, faithful to Malleus, if he doesn't like you, you won't have too many opportunities to stay by Malleus's side without a thunderous glances at you. He will recognize you if you will listen carefully to his monologues about his master and as a sign of your friendship, he will teach you by heart of all the titles and achievements of Malleus so far.

With this trio by your side, you can get a lot further than you might have imagined...

 6. Be a master in hide and seek.

You’d give your right arm that your breath was too loud.

You pressed your hands to your mouth as you crouched in the corner of the room.

From whose voices you already heard, you knew that Lilia had already found Sebek. This meant that you or Silver would still be helping cook dinner since Malleus didn’t come at the start of the game.

This may seem silly, but the ability to play classic games was one of the elements of the art of survival in Diasomnia.

It was thanks to games like ‘stone-paper-scissors’, hide and seek or tag that household chores fell on the shoulders of the losers. Lilia loved the idea, and there was always a proud smile on his lips when he saw his beloved children play together.

You heard the steps behind you and shivered.

Very slowly you turned around and looked up to see Malleus standing over you and wondering what you were doing, crouching in the darkest corner of the room.

Puns were also included in the survival pack.

Fearing that Lilia would hear your whisper, you put your finger on your mouth, asking him not to say a word. You put a begging eye into it – all but not cooking with Lilia. Not again.

Malleus nodded, recognizing the gravity of the situation, although he smiled.

Really, no one would want Malleus to be an enemy.

Or at least in such a situation.

 7. Do not hesitate to ask him for help with learning.

"In theory, you should focus on the space around you," Malleus pulled a wand in front of him. It flashed, and almost at the same time, a thin but incredibly strong protective barrier was created around him. “Weaker spells can be reflected. In turn, the stronger ones are better to block”

You nodded understandingly.

Defensive magic was not something easy to understand. Most depended on the person against whom the counter spell was being prepared. And there are countless people who walk on this Earth and want to start fights.

"Unique spells block or avoid physically," he continued. You nodded at every subsequent sentence, slowly feeling like all the lessons are eventually gaining transparency. “Using unique magic against unique magic, the stronger will win, both will lead to explosions or completely reduce.

He looked at you when you wrote down the last sentence in your notebook.

"I sincerely hope that you will only need this information in class," he said with a sigh. "If you need help, call me. I will come. I promise.”

 8. Sometimes be persuaded to wear extravagant clothes.

"Do you really think it suits me?" you turned around, looking at yourself from every possible angle in the mirror.

You were going to the theater in a few classes to see some era-related play that you've been discussing now in history lessons. Everyone, respecting the reputation, actions and achievements of theatre, dressed in their best clothes.

Malleus stood next to you.

He was already wearing a black and white outfit with green accessories. They all worked so well together and fitted him like a glove that you were sure that the whole outfit was made especially for him.

"Yes," he replied. "Everything you put on today suited you very well.”

Once again, with critical eyesight, you looked at the outfit, face and hair, before you quickly turned off the lights in the room and closed the door behind you.

Then you smiled at Malleus.

"We can go now," you said. You made your way through the portal to the main NRC building. "And... thank you for your help.

"My pleasure," he said. Under no circumstances was it just a polite formula. He really loved looking at you.

 9. Invite him to your birthday/party.

"Another break from school soon, huh?" — you muttered, leaning against the railing.

You took a deep breath and let the fresh, pleasant air refresh you.

"Are you going to home, [Name]?" Malleus asked. Green lights were still flying around him, so you guessed he’d just appeared here.

"I haven't decided yet," you sighed. "It would be nice to go home, but the break won't be very long... Ah, that's right!” you straightened up and turned to him. "How about spending another break together? As soon as I can, I will contact my family... although I cannot promise anything.”

Though he did not show it, Malleus' heart beat a little faster.

Spend free time? With someone? With someone he likes?

"Of course," he sounded less calm than he thought. He wasn’t often invited anywhere, even for the things he should have been on, so there was a lot of excitement growing in his body. "I don't see anything against it.”

 10. From "The Great Malleus Draconia-sama" to "Love".

"Ah, The Great Malleus-sama!" you sighed theatrically, taking from him a box of chocolates with a joyful smile. You could promise that because of this dark-haired boy here, you slowly become pampered. "Thank you for your generosity!”

Malleus frowned.

"The Great Malleus-sama"..?” he pondered, putting his fingers to his chin. "Did Sebek told you again to call me with this title?"

"No," you laughed softly at his reaction. "I did it out of curiosity. Maybe I could call you some cute nickname, hmm?" you smiled mischievously.

"For example?"

"By adding ‘-chan’ to your name?” you turned on your phone and typed something related to the nicknames. You started reading suggestions and struggled to hold back from laughing. ” ’Sunshine’, ‘star’, ‘flower’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘love’...

"I like the last one," he said, and the invisible force stung you to the ground.

"Would you like me to call you like that? Out of curiosity or out of love?" You laughed, but your cheeks were all red with blushes.

He smiled sincerely at your reaction.

"Hmm, I wonder..?"

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Eva, since you have BIG DICK ENERGY, have you thought about possibly making a post about aspects and romantic partners you would be attracted to because of them. (i hope I explained it well enough) just a thought! take care

as in, who i feel attracted to because of my bde, or placements who i feel have bde? both options lead to the same answer, so. alright, buckle up

PLACEMENTS I’M DRAWN TO DUE TO THEIR BIG DICK ENERGY

leo suns: i don’t run but if the person is extremely cocky and annoying i might just jog a little.... olympics edition. i really like people with an unshakeable sense of self-worth and if a leo sun is anything is someone who WILL fight for that confidence. they’re so fun to be around even if most of them end up hating me due to severe personality clash. everything is all or nothing with them, it can’t just Be. they always have to blabber about their music taste and style and favorite art pieces and opinions and i am a hole for strong personalities

planets in the 4th house, especially sun and jupiter: strong protective instincts, everywhere they go they look to build (and lead) their pack. the most imaginative and philosophical people ever (sucking my own cock here, forgive me). attribute meaning to things that are already so meaningful within themselves. always seeking to experience the highest emotional experience, sometimes to their detriment by getting involved in chaotic situations. can make anywhere feel like home. secret crybabies. also make the most emotional gifts ever??? they can’t just buy you a gift they have to write a 10 page long letter to come along with it. lovers of books cats and cuddles

pisces moons: i am not gonna repeat for the 1000th time how much i love this placement, they are THE moon sign, they make me feel so emotionally vulnerable and that’s uncomfortable but so so hot. their brains...... oh my god their brains. it’s a whole 3 universes up in that bitch; their imagination.... they have the minds of a mastermind. they’re always excited about a book or game or anime and when they tell me about it i want to cry about how precious it is. they get me excited about things that i had no knowledge about previous to them talking to me about it

scorpio moons: dark tortured artists. slightly off-putting..... beautiful nonetheless. very dependable. i will barely know them but if they tell me it’s gonna be okay then it’s GONNA be okay. eye contact with them feels like snorting a line of cocaine (seriously i have never met people so into eye contact.... i went on a date with a scorpio moon once and at one point i had no idea what we were talking about i could only focus on the way his eyes were like. trying to look into my soul. dude it was scary but exhilarating)

mars in scorpio: they just... get it. so emotional. make a big fuss out of everything. sex has to be an insane soul-bonding spiritual experience for them. it cant ever be just sex. they cry a lot. feel a lot. big dick energy is emotional depth for me

libra risings: i can fix them

gemini mars: i can’t fix them. i will make them worse. and i’m down for it

mars-venus: these people are so fun slightly insane but they Get me. the type to joke about setting my house on fire if i don’t answer them for 5 minutes. the type to joke about getting married to me even if we’re just platonic and suddenly we’re getting the rings and a priest’s blessing and laughing our way through it. bad ideas and terrible thought-out plans but it always makes for great stories

mars-pluto: especially square. they’re very over-protective and even in friendships im drawn towards ppl like that because i know i can be very overbearing as well and the way they go batshit crazy when someone mildly offends you.... disrespectfully, i am a hole. also, they... have terrible ideas. i like tagging along under the pretense of wanting to make sure they don’t get arrested, but secretly i love it

mars aspecting the ascendant/sun/moon: look, i don’t have a hero complex. if anything, i have a lucifer complex (i’m here to sin and be sexy)....... but i am a sucker for people with hero complexes. they see the world as a fight they have to win, i want to be there when they do

no virgo in their birth chart: feels like heaven to me. okay let me reiterate: i love having friendships with virgo placements; most times, at least, but i don’t think it could ever escalate into anything more. they’re too controlling and i feel paranoid and suffocated about people trying to overpower me way too easily. i just... immediately run away as soon as they pull their controlling antics on me

uranus dominants: AHHHH!!! AWOOGA! okay at this point this is a post about how i want to marry myself, but truly. no one is more unpredictable than these people. as soon as you think you’re understanding them they pull a 360 on you and you’re back on square zero. layers upon layers.... upon layers.... upon layers? what is this, shrek? sexy and insane the bestest combination ever

saturn in the 1st/8th/12th house: i will follow them to the depths of the underworld if they ask me to

cancer suns: yes i do want to sleep with the enemy. no i will not elaborate.

#answered #astrology