#it just surprises me what a common hc it seems to be

[scamoosh]

sorry 4 enstars discoursing on main but i think hc-ing izumi's gender as Confidently genderfluid or 'idc my gender is pretty' or honestly wearing any noncis label Very Confidently shows a huuuuuge misunderstanding of his character.,,, this is a character implied 2 have disordered eating habits, adhere strictly to the most popular beauty standards, and harshly criticize even his closest friends if he thinks theyre taking actions that might make them less traditionally attractive to the public eye. not saying hes cis bc i dont think he is but i think taking his cattiness as him being like a 'girlboss idgaf queer icon' and not a cover for his crippling self consciousness is crazy like im genuinely surprised at how often i see that take when izumi at his core is a rlly anxious person whos severely paranoid abt the way other ppl perceive him. not that ppl who are anxious or self conscious cant b trans like obviously thats not what i mean but i think portraying him as someone who is Proud to be out just isnt accurate to his character ☠️ i think he would struggle w a lot of internalized transphobia and hold himself to the same double standard we see him hold himself to in canon - he can forgive and indulge leo's bad habits but not his own, he can support arashi and tsukasa through their own self doubt but not himself etc etc. maybe its nitpicky of me but as a trans person who has endless love for the trans community but struggles 2 overcome that internalized shame and anxiety abt my own identity at times i think thats smth ppl tend to brush off in characters and i feel like its rlly apparent in izumi sena ‼️‼️‼️‼️

#thank u that is all #tw ed #tw ed mention #i love u izumi sena... my misinterpreted baby thang #nobody take this personally bc obviously everybody can do whatever they want forever #it just surprises me what a common hc it seems to be

[roll-of-royces]

HC: The LaDS Find You as a Neko

This is a request I ran into by @chryssikyu and as I love a good Neko I had fun!

Xavier considers himself to be fairly prepared for the world at large. He's not so simple as most people seem to think he is, but this he did not expect. 

You are asleep, curled up on top of the covers instead of beneath them. That's not the unusual part, the two of you are avid nap takers. Many afternoons have been dedicated to curling up together and falling asleep in the sun. 

This is different. This is different for several reasons. One, you're napping in nothing but a thin white nightdress that barely comes to the mid-thigh. Two, you have two large fluffy looking cat ears. Three, those ears are accompanied by a lush tail that drapes over your thigh as you slumber. 

The fur has a soft pale white sheen. He has no idea how this could have happened, and he's seen so much in his life. Xavier approaches, steps light, as if he is approaching a threat instead of the light of his life. His hand reaches out, tentatively brushing the tip of your new ear. It twitches, not a trick. 

He can't help himself, he sinks onto the edge of the bed, you huff but don't awaken. Before he knows it he has his hand around your tail, dragging downward to feel the soft warmth. You open your eyes, and those too have changed. Your pupils are different, cat like, though still your color. 

"Do you understand me?" He asks carefully. 

You hum, yawn again, and rest your head on his lap, "Xavier." Your voice is the same, still rough with sleep. Still you, just you a little different. 

"What happened?" His hand comes to curl into your hair, it feels softer than it was before. It's nice.

"Dunno." You close your eyes, apparently content to go back to sleep. "Missed you." 

He smiles, because that never gets old to hear. You lean into his hand, arms curling around his waist. Well, he could nap. 

"Move over." He murmurs and you do as asked, knowing well enough he will join you. You'll figure this out in due time. For now he curls atop the bed, with you pressed along his side, tail twitching contentedly as he holds you to him. 

It's not entirely uncommon for Zayne to find you in his office, especially since the two of you started openly stating you're a couple. Sometimes you drop in to see him, sometimes you're only there long enough to leave take-out on his desk before you're gone again. 

Regardless seeing you is always a pleasant surprise. He says your name in greeting, but you keep looking out the window. You're in a hoodie, hood up. It might be Xaviers'. Zayne chews on the jealousy of that for a moment, before letting out a slow breath through his nose. 

You must have been cold. He'll give you his jacket to wear home. You don't look up when he enters, eyes still pinned on something out of the window. He takes another step and sees Clopidogrel hovering on the windowsill. "We should set out some more nuts for him." Zayne says conversationally, walking toward his desk to get the bag he has there for this very purpose. 

Once he's by his desk he gets a view of your face, somewhat shadowed by the hood. There is enough light to see your eyes, the unnatural shape of them. Zayne freezes, scanning you over for injuries. Bag forgotten he heads right for you, watching you track the resident squirrel. 

His hand comes to your chin, pulling your face up to look at him. A doctor's gaze that floods concern through him, he pushes the hood back and is met with twitching fluffy black ears. His thumb pulls your lip up to see the sharpness of some of your teeth. He's heard of this condition only vaguely. 

Harmless, short term. Like the common cold, the tightness in his shoulders relaxes. "Are you alright?" 

Your eyes continue to track the squirrel, "Yes." 

"You can't have him." Zayne informs you, amusement coloring his tone. He'll need to take the rest of the day off at least, make sure you're safe. Your impulsivity will be up, you're likely to do something foolish. 

"Want him." 

He reaches out and pets the top of your head, scratching at your scalp with his nails to distract you from the prey you are being denied. It works, your eyes slip closed, and you lean into his hand. 

"We'll get you some food on the way home." He promises. "Come on, kitten." 

It's the first time he's used the term of endearment but Zayne thinks it might stick. 

Rafayel juggles the bags over one arm as he pushes his studio door open with his foot, calling out as soon as he's through, "If only my bodyguard came with me today. These bags are so heavy!" He gets the door closed, frowning when you don't call out in reply or approach. 

Depositing the bags onto the kitchen counter Rafayel goes off in search of you. He doesn't expect what he finds. You're on the balcony outside of your shared bedroom, in nothing but one of his shirts. Which normally he would not mind, not one bit. 

However. You have a pair of purple ears and a tail to match, a tail that is moving on its own, flicking from side to side. Oh no, oh no. You've got that weird cat sickness. He's read about it, he even had a nightmare once. 

Rafayel rushes toward you, colliding with the balcony railing to look at you. And when you turn to him, ears pivoting, eyes strange he doesn't know what to do. "Are you ... are you alright?" 

You nod, and then step into his arms. He flounders momentarily before he remembers this is you, cat or not, this is you. And he is safe. He is safe. 

His arms wrap around you, as you tuck yourself against his chest. "Play with me, I'm bored." 

Rafayel relaxes further hearing you sound normal, if a bit needy. He likes when you're needy, he likes the fact you need him. "What do you want to do? Not eat me I hope." 

Your eyes spark with mirth, and then you sink your teeth into the side of his neck. He squeaks, but you let go and it didn't really hurt. 

"I'm not on the menu." He scolds. "Find another fish to chew on." 

#l&ds #love and deepspace #lads #xavier love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #zayne x reader #rafayel x reader #xavier x reader #neko #lads headcanons

[screeching-bunny]

Part 2 on the yandere General hcs

Yandere! General pt.2

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Pt. 1

Yandere! General is a battle-hardened leader with a reputation for being unyielding and fierce. An unapproachable force with a bloodthirsty aura present in his mannerism. So it’s no surprise that he’s out of place in the king’s banquet filled with joyous laughter and people waltzing onto the dance floor.

He feels repulsed by just being there, who cares if the royal family personally invited him, he should have stayed home. There were just too many people with ulterior motives for approaching and it didn’t help that the princess had a crush on him. God how he hated her, she just never seemed to want to leave him alone. She is a selfish little brat who whines all the time and always seems to balance others for her atrocious actions. “Please stay the night with me, I promise I’ll make it worthwhile? I’ve just missed seeing your face, I want to spend more time with you.” Yep, he really wished he stayed at home today.

Deciding that engaging in conversation with the princess was not worth it, he simply just ignored her and made his way outside to the royal garden. There, he sees a figure dancing in the moonlight. The way you moved had him transfixed and in a daze. He silently stares at them and waits for them to finish their performance. This dancer is actually you. Now the question arises, why are you dancing and in the royal garden no less? Well the answer to that question is quite complicated, actually.

Your father is a low leveled noble in the aristocratic society. Who is power hungry and strives to raise their social standing no matter what. Everyone in your family hates you and rarely acknowledges you. The reason for this is because your father cheated on his wife with a lowly maid working in his manor and conceived you. His wife, now your stepmother, was enraged by this and ended up murdering your biological mother. She was, however, never caught or tried. The only reason why she kept you around was because she thought that you would be useful for future purposes. Your family never really paid much attention to you and you have an older half sister who absolutely despises you. She treats you as if you were a dog or some common slave.

Your life was extremely miserable but the only thing that seemed to bring you happiness was dancing. You first learned to dance when you were eight. When one day you decide to sneak out of your father's manor and go visit town. Luckily for you, it was during that time that a festival was being held and you couldn’t take your eyes off of the dancers and secretly copied their moves. It wasn’t until one of them noticed you and asked if you would like to join them. Ever since then, you have been secretly going to town to learn and improve your dancing skills. It’s not like your family even cared that you were gone, heck they didn’t even notice.

Many years have passed and your love and passion for dance is still the same. This tranquility, however, did not last for long because the moment you turned eighteen your parents agreed to sell you off to be engaged to a rich but very old nobleman. No amount of begging and pleading could convince your parents to change their minds. It was always met with the same response of “Don’t you know we need the money? Why are you being so selfish?!?! How else could we raise our social status, don’t you know your sister needs this in order to have a chance with the crowned prince?!?! Just be lucky that you're alive and that we feed you!” You have never been more depressed. You’ve always dreamed of marrying for true love, you didn’t want things to end up this way.

The news of your engagement broke in high society which had helped boost your family's prestige. You had briefly met your soon to be husband and had to force yourself to not cry. After the meeting, your father severely scolded you and it was decided that the next time the two of you would meet, would be on your wedding day. Due to your family’s higher social status you were all invited to the royal banquet that was created to celebrate the country’s tremendous victory in the four year war. You’ve heard rumors about it and how it was mostly won due to the general who easily sunk ten battleships in one day.

The moment that you stepped foot into that room, you immediately felt as if you did not belong. You were so out of place and everything was just so suffocating for you. You had to go outside and take a breath of fresh air. When you made your way outside you noticed a beautiful path filled with followers and decided to follow it. There you saw a beautiful flower garden, none like you’ve ever seen before. Being there just felt so peaceful and relaxing. You couldn’t help but just live the moment and dance in the moonlit sky. During that time, everything just felt so right in the world.

After you finished your performance, someone coughed in order to get your attention. Looking to the right, your heart almost shot due to fear, it was Yandere! General. He starts to compliment your dancing and the way you shined brighter than any of the stars that night. You both chat for a few moments when he just randomly asks out of nowhere, if you wanted to marry him! You honestly could not believe this man, why would you want to marry someone you just met. Without batting an eye you quickly reject the offer and before he could say anything, one of his men went to inform him that the king wanted to speak with him. Clicking his tongue in annoyance he agrees to go and tells you that he’ll be back.

Watching him leave, you swiftly make your way to exit the garden and decide to hide out in one of the restrooms. When Yandere! General gets back and immediately tries to find you but to no avail because you successfully manage to avoid him and leave undetected. This does not deter him because he has been there to find you and orders his men to help his search. By the time that the sun starts to rise he learns almost everything about you. Your age, your family, and your engagement.

That same morning Yandere! General makes his way towards your house and demands for your hand in marriage. Your parents are unsure about what to say, on one hand you being married to the general would bring many benefits but, on the other, they already agreed to you being married to the old nobleman. Your father tells him about your engagement and Yandere! General responds calmly with, “Don't worry, I’ll handle it.” In the afternoon he mails the head of your fiancé to your parents. Welp problem solved, guess you’ll just have to marry him.

Running away in this situation is useless, the only thing that you can do is to just accept your fate. With a heavy heart, you interact with him everyday getting to know your future husband.

There were of course many protests from the upper class of society. How could someone like him marry a person of lower status? It just wasn’t right. These complaints mainly came from the princess who was the most vocal about it. She loved him so much how he could do this to her. She tried to stop the wedding of herself but Yandere! General threatened to kill her. When that didn’t work he told the royal family directly that if she tries to interfere any longer, then he won’t hesitate to rebel against the royal family. After that, all attempts were stopped.

Your wedding day is very grand, there is not one speck of dust to be seen anywhere. Everything seemed so perfect, with the best of items that only money could buy. There, in one of the rooms stood you, putting on your wedding outfit with many maids swarming you like a pack of bees. As you walk to the altar you are greeted with the smiling face of your fiancé. It felt like such a blur to you, that you could hardly even comprehend what was going on. It was as if some sucked all the air out of you.

“Do you take Yandere! General to be your lawful husband?”

“… I do.”

Pt.3

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere general #male yandere #yandere oc #gn reader

[cactuscoolerr]

hello how are you?? hope you're doing amazing<3 by the way,can u request for a part 2 for the lacy fanfic? (idk fanfic?hc?idk) if it's possible?For the characters,can u make one for Sae and idk Kaiser? anyways you can ignore this if you want! no pressure! thankyouu<3 (sorry my english is kinda bad.Not my first language)

⋆｡˚. lacy - michael kaiser, itoshi sae

• sfw (mentions of sex in kaiser's but nothing too explicit)

• notes: this is my first time writing for kaiser.. hope this is okay ( • ᴖ • ｡)

. ˚ ｡⋆ michael kaiser

it wasn't easy being the girlfriend of the michael kaiser. before he met you, it was known that he'd go off with any girl. he was a player and he had no means of changing that, until he met you.

of course, he didn't change immediately upon meeting you. you and him had your hook up and he went the rest of his week like he normally would. that was until he found out that you, who just so happened to move into town, were a very close friend of one of his teammates.

kaiser had acted nonchalant about the whole situation, pretending that he was just meeting you for the first time, like he wasn't balls deep inside of you just earlier that week. but on the inside, his mind was going rampant with thoughts of you and the night you and him had spent together.

after a while, kaiser finally got ahold of himself and did the unthinkable. he asked you out.

the whole thing went well and in the blink of an eye, you had been the most important part of his life for three years now.

you and him had your ups and downs but for the most part, neither you or him had ever been happier than with each other. though, his history of hooking up with various girls seemed to get to you more often than not. you knew that it was over now and he was loyal to you, but it was a hard thing to forget.

"are you alright, my love..?" michael was pressed up against your side, once again forgetting what personal space was.

a soft hum came from you as well as a small nod. immediately, your boyfriend knew that there was something else that you were hiding. it was a common occurrence and yet he still didn't know exactly what was wrong at moments like this.

"you sure?" he pressed closer into you, making you squirm.

"stop it, micha.." a soft giggle fell passed your lips and kaiser smiled gently at you. "you don't like me anymore then?" his eyes met yours and you immediately looked away with a dramatized sigh. "uh huh.. I absolutely hate you. glad you figured it out"

instead of acting as he usually did and continuing the drama routine, kaiser gently turned your head to face him once more and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "i wish you'd be honest and tell me what was wrong.."

your eyes met the faint scarred mark on his neck from one of his previous hookups rather than his eyes. the sight made you swallow roughly, now finding it hard to make eye contact with him now that you were thinking about your boyfriends past once again. sometimes, you'd even convince yourself that he wasn't serious about the relationship. like you were just a toy to him like those other girls were on the nights he decided he wanted them.

kaiser noticed the way your eyes flickered towards his neck, and it finally clicked.

"my love.." he once again brought your face towards his own, kissing your soft lips this time while his hand gently ran up and down your arm in hopes of soothing you. "they mean nothing to me, okay..?"

waiting for you to nod, kaiser brought you in for another kiss. "you mean everything to me, darling. three years of my life have been filled with you and I could've never been happier with that fact.."

"i love you."

the two of you spoke at the same time, making your eyes meet in surprise, the both of you finding absolute love and admiration in the gaze you held towards each other.

"i love you a lot.." you whispered and wrapped your arms around kaiser's neck to pull him into a deep kiss, trailing your kisses down until they reached that scar on his neck to replace it with a mark of your own.

. ˚ ｡⋆ itoshi sae

"are you gonna come eat?"

you jumped at the sound of your boyfriend talking to you, quickly slamming your phone down on the desk before turning around to smile awkwardly at him. "uh huh.. just give me a second"

sae eyed you suspiciously, sighing and crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway.

"you're hiding something" he said simply, the usual blank face returning. "what is it?"

with a shake of your head and a slight shrug, sae grew visibly annoyed, stalking over to you and holding out his hand as if he was expecting something from you. "what.." your eyebrows pinched together in confusion. "give me your phone" sae's gaze was stern as well as his intimidating tone.

a sigh fell passed your lips as you hesitated, meeting his eyes once more which made you give in and hand sae your phone. you watched his reactions as he looked at what you were looking at, though you were disappointed with the lack of reaction he gave you. it was hard to tell if he was mad because you were stressing about something he had already assured you about.

"didn't i already tell you not to trouble yourself over dumb shit like this?" his eyebrow was raised as he gazed down at you, not yet handing your phone back to you as he began scrolling.

a soft sniffle sounded from you as you gently wiped the bridge of your nose, gulping the suffocating feeling in your throat. "yeah.. sorry.."

sae sighed softly, placing your phone back down on the desk. he looked at your for a few seconds, noticing how you were beginning to tear up. it wasn't a secret to sae that you were sensitive and he was careful with that fact. he was almost annoyed with himself for being the cause of upsetting you.

"im not mad.." another sigh came from your boyfriend. still, you refused to look at him again, feeling embarrassed that he had to tell you to stop overthinking again.

you knew that his last relationship was apparently a pr thing. sae had been getting articles written about him for his poor attitude and his manager had thought a pretty girlfriend and public outings would fix that. of course, it worked. though, the girl got a lot of hate from fans of sae, saying she was a distraction or she didn't deserve to be with him.

and when sae began dating you nearly a year later, this time because he actually wanted to be dating someone, he kept you hidden from prying eyes.

it was easy for sae to have a private relationship and you enjoyed yours and sae's quiet and intimate relationship together. no one knew that sae was gentle with you, unlike how he was with everyone else. but that was also the issue. it was hard to be a secret when his last relationship was so public and there were so many pictures of them being all over each other, though sae claimed he hated it, said it made him uncomfortable.

"we shouldn't have to have a public relationship for you to believe that i love you," sae spoke, pinching the brim of his nose. "i know you love me.." you looked up at him, sniffling softly. "its just hard when other people are claiming that you don't because you don't want to be public with me.."

with another deep sigh, you were pulled into sae's arms, your cheek pressed into the warmth of sae's chest. "i just want to protect you. is that so hard to believe?"

you gently shook your head no, wiping the few tears that slipped passed your waterline. "its because i love you, you know" a careful hand moved to card through your hair, soothing you even more with your boyfriends rhythmic heartbeat that slightly sped up when you wrapped your arms around his torso.

"love you, too.." you whispered, moving your head to look up at sae, who pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"yeah, i know you do, crybaby.." sae grumbled with a slight roll of his eyes, annoyed that you so easily got him to show you his sweet and gentle side. but it made you feel at ease knowing that side was reserved for you and you only.

#bllk #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk headcanons #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae fluff #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser fluff #sae itoshi fluff

[adawngswife]

dating sean diaz hcs pt 2

- before esteban fixed up a car for sean, u guys would always take the public bus around seattle

- his favorite dates r the ones where u guys go into random small stores and thrift shops

- both of u guys cackle REALLY LOUD at tacky shirts with stupid sayings and get looks from people 😭

- ur fav thing is to go “i found something ud like” and watch sean look up from the racks in excitement to see an overly patriotic shirt that says “don’t touch my truck”

- his face drops into a frown and he picks out something 10x uglier and say it looks like something ud wear

- sean secretly buys what u say is cute but u cant afford bc thrifting is so expensive for no reason these days

- “guess what i got” and he slithers it out of his bag with an evil smile 😭 suddenly him dissing u for an hour straight doesnt even matter anymore

- once esteban texts sean for dinner u guys hop on the bus back home. he never asks sean to come home for dinner alone though! common courtesy to invite the gf

- sharing wired earbuds on the bus ride home always. sean plays little love songs bc he only listens to music that he relates to in that specific moment 😭 corny but cute. he def has songs in his head that he thinks are ur guys’ songs and plays them every chance he gets

- when u first started eating with the diaz family it was so painfully awkward

- though he kind of likes it now, he did not want his girlfriend to get to know esteban or daniel too well LMAO he didnt want to be embarrassed by anything they possibly could say

- still, even when he tried so hard to avoid it, daniel and esteban still found their ways

- estebans the kind of dad to bring up embarrassing stories about sean when he was a kid bc he KNOWS how much his son would hate it

- “y’know (y/n), im surprised seanie boy over here even managed to get a girlfriend in the first place”

- “why is that, mr. diaz?”

- “i remember he thought girls couldn’t poop until he was in middle school! i had to break the news for him—he was in denial for weeks. his voice was shaking when i told him and everything!” u can see sean pause mid-chew in the corner of his eye 😭 “and please, call me esteban”

- you just awkwardly nodded and tried to not bust out laughing. sean notices and kicks u under the table which makes u ACTUALLY bust out laughing

- esteban and daniel knew from there u were one to be trusted

- “i bet (y/n) doesn’t poop” daniel randomly said when u left that night. seans immediately swiveled his head around 😭

- just like with lyla, daniel seemed to have a crush on u as well. the only difference is that sean tries to shut it down REALLY quick.

- “she shits all the time. sometimes i wipe her ass for her bc she shits so much”

- daniel’s “eww…” is like music to his ears

- u always playfully punch him when he does this in front of u and ask why he makes u look bad in front of him

- sean never admits its bc hes jealous of a little kid 😭 he just changes the subject and kisses u bc he thinks hes sneaky

- over the summer he randomly got a buzz and didnt say anything to anybody

- he just opened his front door standing there bald as if nothing happened and ur eyes wld just kind of widen

- u wld eventually tell him it looks good tho bc it DOES he pulls it off so well

- that summer u wld always randomly start feeling his head because the texture is so interesting

- it got to the point where hed just sit on the floor in front of wherever u were so ud get to feel his freshly mowed head

- he always ends up dozing off bc its so comforting and u wld feel his head pressed on ur inner leg.

- u also get the privilege of cutting/buzzing his hair 😋

- sean doesnt trust himself so u guys sit for 40 mins watching a brad mondo video before u start going ape on his hair

- he gets kind of nervous when u get close to his face and does that thing where u switch between a persons right eye and left eye while smiling awkwardly 😭

- surprisingly it turns out good!

- i feel like ud be super nit-picky on ur work, thinking its total ass. he wld just say its perfect over and over again

- he always stares at any reflective surface and smiles like a dork in front of it. even if u did do a shit job, he probably wouldnt notice or care all that much bc he loves blindly ❤️

im on winter break so i get to be cringe and free for endless hours thank u to like the 3 other people who also like sean diaz. u r all real ones

#life is strange 2 #sean diaz x reader #sean diaz #daniel diaz #sean diaz hcs

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Homelander being obsessed with his sister HC III

Warnings: heavy siblingxsibling implications, Homelander being such a narcissist that he falls in "love" with his own sibling, dubcon, noncon, manipulation, stalking, basically all the horrible parts of HL come out to play, MC has blonde hair and blue eyes like HL, different plot than 'All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed', kidnapping

I II IV V

With just HL to interact with, loneliness was inevitable, even if you wanted to resent him and keep your fury

when he'd unintentionally scared you, HL would keep away from his apartment for a while. and when he did stop in, he made sure to avoid you the best he could

it's you who surprises him one morning at the kitchen table with breakfast. You invite him to eat with you

his company was better than none

you decide to play nice, if only to better your situation

but it's a tentative companionship. both of you walk around the other like hesitant/wounded animals; unsure if the other means to harm

neither of you share anything in common, much of that thanks to the different environments you were raised in. in your differences though, you find one another's stories to be interesting (although at times you feel your heart shatter at how lil HL was treated)

thanks to the small conversations you've been having, his mood positively shifts

enough so that Ashley notices with great relief.

painfully slowly there's an odd bond forming

one night when you decide to order in pizza, you witness Homelander in leisure wear. you'd thought that suit was glued on to him. he seemed just as nervous, vulnerable even without his blue spandex

"What was it like, growing up with a family? with love?"

and damn did that hurt you to hear him asking that. you actually reach out and hold his hand, touching him for the first time and HL is incredibly tempted to lean in and claim your lips with his own. he doesn't want a repeat of scaring you though

even with a bond having been formed, he doesn't like when you ask to go outside of the apartment. he'll snap at you with a red gleam in his eyes. afraid that you'll run off the moment he grants you such a simple liberty

"You're treating me like a prisoner, John." that was another new habit, calling him John. Making him sound like a mortal and not a god "People will care that I'm gone."

"No one has said anything so I guess you're not as important as you think." he'll hiss while grabbing the front of your shirt.

instant regret

especially when you start to cry, broken down after how long you'd been cooped up in there; under his complete control. you're at your wit's end and don't know what to do anymore

"I can't be happy here, not when my basic freedom has been taken from me. No matter how sweetly you speak to me or all the gifts you throw at me. It will never be enough to make me forget that."

How is it possible that you make him so angry yet also make him want to hold you close to him

He CAN'T release you though. Couldn't even fathom letting you go. but you've had it

a physical fight breaks out and near destroys his apartment. you're body is screaming for freedom and if he wasn't going to give it to you, well, you were going to take it yourself.

also please tell me some HC you guys have of Homelander x sis!Reader 😊

#tw dark content #tw dark #homelander headcanons #homelander fanfiction #the boys homelander fanfic #the boys homelander #homelander x reader #the boys tv #the boys fanfic #the boys imagine #the boys series #the boys x reader #the boys amazon

[random-mizu-fan]

Hi hello so I just wanna share my little Fowzu (Fowler x Mizu) headcanons/scenarios. Some of which are inspired by @mikasa-stan!! Or her ideas completely!

PS: If you can't stand Fowzu, DNI or block me. And move on with your life and have a nice day.

- We know Fowler finds painting and every other art useless but he finds it to be not so useless anymore when he paints Mizu. It makes it somehow a bit more enjoyable but he still doesn't really like it.

- Mizu and Fowler sparring to the point where they alway almost kill each other. It always ends up with them having the other pinned to the ground while staring and glaring at each other intensely, Mizu with hatred and Fowler taunting her with a mix of sexual tension

- Realistically Mizu would be speaking Japanese while she's in London since she doesn't know English so Fowler is her translator and whenever people talk to Fowler, she's always asking him what's up.

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"What were you talking about?" Mizu asks, curious. "Just some business."

"What business?"

Fowler shrugs with disinterest, it was just some boring old small talk and some business he already knew that he was uninterested in.

"Tell me."

"It was just the usual, boring old small talk. Nothing too much to worry about little miss."

"Whatever business or small talk you have, is my business as well. So you must tell me."

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Fowler continues to talk to the nobles, still in English. Until the noble woman's tone changes into a worried desperate tone. That's when Mizu shot Fowler a look, trying to ask him what was up using her facial expression but Fowler doesn't seem to notice and continues to talk. Mizu then decides to stay quiet. But the curiosity gets her. That's when she decided to step on Fowler's foot gently.

"Ah, sorry. Yes pretty eyes?"

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- Fowler sharing his gun designs and sketches with Mizu

- Mizu sharing some poetry with Fowler and they talk about Japanese literature.

- Fowler showing Mizu the gesture of Western people (men) kissing women's hands.

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"Your hand."

Mizu raise a brow. "What about my hand?"

"Give me your hand."

"Why?"

"There's a common gesture here that you should know."

"A common gesture..?"

"Like how in Japan you Japanese bow to show respect."

"Ah.."

Mizu brings her hand out and much to her surprise, Fowler takes it, kissing it. She draws back, a look of disgust on her face. It made the Irish man laugh. "Is this supposed to be a joke?" she wipes her hand, pissed off.

"No. No it's not. Men kiss the ladies' hands here, a common gesture when meeting or before a dance."

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- Fowler and Mizu pretending they are dating as a cover up when they're in London

"Who's she?"

"Ah, this is Mizu. My.." Fowler clicks his tongue, mischief in his eyes.

"My lover. I met her at my stay in Japan."

Mizu only stands there, with a serious face as she was unable to understand anything.

"Ain't that right Mizu?"

Mizu raises a brow, she didn't understand what he said and was still a bit wary. Fowler laughs. "She doesn't understand English so she's a bit shy." Fowler smirks before he turns to Mizu and says in Japanese; "They're asking if you would like to go the gun museum."

Mizu nods.

"Yes, she has such pretty eyes." Mizu only stays quiet, keeping her serious face thinking about her revenge.

"Oh? Are you planning to marry her?"

Fowler only laughs as the others took a glance at Mizu, which looked weird to her. She was starting to get confused of what's going on. "Hey, what is happening? Why are they looking at us like that?" she asks in Japanese.

"Oh, little miss.. " Fowler said as he laid a hand on her waist and pulled her against him. He was now speaking in Japanese. Mizu glares at him in disbelief of his actions. "If you want to fit in, then play along. Don't blow your cover." He whispers before he laughs.

"She's not used to public display of affection."

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- Mizu accidentally cutting off Fowler's hair when they spar.

- (smeggsy HC) Imagine Fowler is too rough and Mizu is like;

"Slow down." She gasps, almost moaning but the man ignores. Grunting as he nestles deeper with a powerful thrust. This makes Mizu let out a high pitched moan, it feels good but she tries to shoot the man a glare. She grabs a fistful of Fowler's hair, groaning.

"I said. Slow. Down."

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai mizu #bes mizu #abijah fowler

[cursedvibes]

Some talking points surrounding Tengen I often see and that keep bothering me:

"all the Star Plasma Vessels were female/women"

Can't say anything about their genitals, but they were definitely not all women. The Heian era vessel is dressed like a common man and even has a bit of facial hair. While I do hc him as trans (because of the genetic match with Tengen), he clearly wants to be seen as a man.

"Tengen is a woman/beautiful because the Star Plasma Vessels are women"

Somehow this is still a popular opinion. She looks nothing like the vessels. Seems like she just takes them as a blueprint for how her human body is structured and then takes on the appearance of how she looked in her 20s or whatever. Also this fixation on her having to be (naturally) attractive is weird, especially if you chain it to womanhood.

"what a downgrade, all her hair is gone and she's an ugly thumb"

That happens to most people when they age. You're lucky if you have any hair left at age 100, now imagine 5x that. Tengen is in an incredible shape considering her age. Seriously, I'd like to see what these people look like after 500 yrs, much less 1500. I better not see any wrinkles, hair loss, bend backs or arthritis hands or I'm gonna have to call you ugly, the worst thing someone could be. Sorry, this old person isn't fuckable enough for you.

But seriously, Tengen's whole thing is ageing until it inevitably turns her into a being that is beyond human or even curse. I don't know why people keep being surprised by that ageing and loss of humanity actually visibly happening as well. Her body changing and her resisting it and trying to keep herself stagnant at the cost of other people's lives is a very important theme of her character.

#I prefer Tengen the older she gets #she looks so much more interesting #there are thousands of skinny unkempt 20-something year olds but nobody can match Tengen's evolved/cursed appearance #jujutsu kaisen #tengen

[zoeykallus]

Okay. So, this is a bit weird. But maybe the Bad Batch (+ Gregor?) when their s/o is VERY protective over their baby when it's born? Even though it's the Batcher's kid too, s/o stares intently at them holding baby to make sure nothing bad happens, won't leave the baby's side, can hardly sleep because they are so on edge about something happening to baby when they aren't around, and is wary and tense about Batcher taking care of them?

I mean, I know the boys would do a good job, but I find myself doing this with my little brother when we was younger, my cousins, and friends kids - I get so overprotective because I'm scared something will happen, and anyone other than me and the Mom, I can get...pissy/snarly/angry when baby and I are separated. I have absolutely no clue why this happens?

But if it's not too much trouble, I would love to know how the boys would react. I am...a spicy, hot mess sometimes 😅

Aloha! 😊

I've heard of this phenomenon before, but I don't know exactly where it comes from. Though, I think it's called 'postpartum maternal separation anxiety' or it is a form of it.

I should utter a warning, I have no idea (experience) about motherhood, or parenthood (and I don't want to 😅 ), at least not first hand!

Nevertheless, I could be able to estimate how the boys react to it. Let me see… Most of this is not going to be very fluffy though. Sorry, I'm trying 😅

The Bad Batch/ Gregor x Reader HCs - The Overprotective Parent

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Warning: Angsty/Tiny bit of fluff and comfort

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Hunter

He is so confused that he says nothing at first when you carefully but impatiently take the baby out of his arms.

"Is something wrong?" he finally asks alertly.

"Everything's fine."

Hunter frowns, clearly sensing something is wrong, as he approaches you and the child again to touch it, you pull back from him.

"This is my child too," he says calmly but with his brows drawn together critically, "What do you think will happen if I touch it?"

You sigh and finally try to explain to him what is going on inside you. That you're worried and anxious if you don't take care of it yourself.

"We need to work on that" Hunter says seriously "It's our child, I'm the father, you can't keep it from me, it's not right or fair. You know me, I would never harm our baby".

Of course the rational part of your perception knows this, but there is unfortunately also an irrational part that sometimes takes control. You will have to find a way to deal with this together. Hunter is a good partner and father, he will not want to have his time with his child taken away. If you can't find a common ground on your own, it could have a very negative impact on your relationship.

However, Hunter is willing to accommodate you in some way if you are willing to do the same and perhaps allow outside help, possibly in a therapeutic form.

Echo

Your reaction surprises him, and he vacillates somewhat between confusion, annoyance, and concern.

"You're acting like you don't trust me all of a sudden. Is it the prosthesis? Are you afraid I'll drop the kid?" he asks, frowning critically.

"Among other things," you reluctantly admit.

Seeing how this statement hurts him, you regret saying something. He looks at you wide-eyed, then lowers his gaze to his scomp-link arm. Echo doesn't quite know if he's disappointed or angry.

"So I never get to hold our child?" he asks, and his voice has taken on a strange tone that you haven't heard from him before, there's something somber about it.

When he looks at you again his expression is bitter, "You can't deny me that, I've never given you a reason to mistrust me, this is my child too".

You try to explain to him how worried and insecure you are about the baby, in general, not just about him. His expression slowly softens a bit, and he seems to understand, at least partially.

"We'll have to do something about that. Maybe we should ask a doctor for advice"

Echo tries to be understanding, even if in this case he actually finds it difficult for once. He is determined to find a solution that you both can be happy with.

Wrecker

He is already overcautious because the baby is so tiny and he is so huge. It feels strange for him to have this small, wonderful but so fragile looking being in his life. Wrecker is overjoyed to be a father but a little insecure at the same time. Your behavior fuels this insecurity.

He withdraws unhappily, observes the child mostly only with some distance, and you can see how deeply sad he is about not being able to approach his baby properly. Your behavior, and his insecurity, mix into a very bitter cocktail for Wrecker.

Eventually, his brothers notice the pattern and intervene, insisting that you give Wrecker a chance to hold his child. When it becomes clear what this is doing to you, Hunter insists that you seek medical as well as therapeutic help. He can no longer stand by and watch Wrecker suffer.

You need to communicate, so he understands you don't feel like this on purpose, that you can't help it. He'll be happy to find a solution with you.

Tech

He notices your behavior very quickly and doesn't like it at all.

"You are overreacting. I am perfectly capable of taking care of our baby. What's your issue?"

Your explanation makes him frown worriedly as well as thoughtfully. Tech quickly does some research and concludes, "You have some form of 'postpartum maternal separation anxiety'. We need to do something about that."

He knows it's hard for you, but you both have to go through it now.

"I'm not comfortable knowing how uncomfortable you feel seeing me with the child. Actually, I had hoped that the opposite would be the case, that it would make you happy. But I'm certainly not going to give up our baby. So we have to do something. Therapy seems not only appropriate, but necessary if we're going to get this out of the way."

Tech will not back down on this. He tries to be as considerate as possible, but he has a hard time hiding his disappointment. However, he is hopeful that with professional help, you can both get relief from this situation.

Crosshair

He never wanted to become a father, and he has a hard time getting used to this situation. Pride, happiness and a good portion of fear and insecurity mix. Crosshair keeps his distance at first, observing everything carefully, thoughtfully, but also with a loving eye.

It takes quite a while, but when he finally comes out of his shell and takes the baby in his arms, you react quite strongly, partly because it is unexpected due to his previous behavior. Crosshair carefully puts the baby back down, and you see that he is holding back right now, but is incredibly angry.

He doesn't want to confront you in the presence of the child and initially retreats to let off steam. Crosshair feels patronized, discouraged and incredibly angry. You end up arguing quite heatedly, because he can't really understand what you're trying to explain to him, until you present him with some articles that can explain the whole thing more objectively.

He reluctantly reads what you've presented, wearily rubs his hand over his face with a sigh, and leans back in his chair. Finally, he understands, you can't really help it right now.

"Somehow, nothing is ever normal with us, is it?", he mutters.

You shrug your shoulders in embarrassment and lean back in your chair as well, across from him at the small dining table you're sitting at.

Crosshair finally leans forward again, arms folded on the tabletop, and looks directly at you.

"Kitten, I love you, I hope you know that. But this is a non-tolerable situation for me. We need to find a solution. I'm having a hard enough time adjusting to all this as it is. Maybe we need professional help from the outside."

Gregor

He raises his brows and looks at you in surprise as you take the child from his arms.

"Is something wrong?"

It doesn't matter what you say, he'll notice that you're avoiding him or trying to cover something up, he has a sense for that kind of thing. Gregor won't let the subject rest until you talk to him openly about it.

"Love, this is my baby too, it's our baby. You trust me, don't you?"

"That's not the point"

"Then what is it about?" he inquires gently but firmly.

Gregor listens attentively, trying to understand you, and he quickly realizes that a lot of work is needed here, and perhaps professional guidance. You are surprised when you see him smile, unperturbed, and he strokes your cheek.

"Okay, so we've discovered a problem. Let's set out to find the solution, together."

He's in good spirits, he won't give up that easily, it's not in Gregor's nature. He is sure that together, with a little willpower and cooperation, you will find a solution that is right for both of you.

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[lume-nosity]

coldest front, warmest heart

violet evergarden!gn!reader x xiao

an: i’ve been brainrotting about this idea for quite some time. violet and xiao should meet, because they are literally the same but in different fonts. if only that can be a reality,, on another note, the song inspo can be used as background music to read this because i had fun listening to it while writing this. AND AFTER ALL THIS TIME I FINALLY FINISHED THIS IDEA!! ONE W FOR ME AND ONE L FOR PROCRASTINATION (and if this flops then that’s two L’s for me)

style: fluff

song inspo: never coming back (violet evergarden ost)

notes: gender neutral reader, kinda rushed because tumblr was mean to me, comfort fic basically, spoilers for violet evergarden & possibly the liyue archon quest, implemented self-care reminders, not proofread, reader is blue while xiao is green, can be perceived as romantic or platonic, weirdly formatted/written probably because i haven’t written in a bit, written in semi-hc form, mentions of war (both violet + xiao), ooc violet possibly because it’s been 2-3 years last time i’ve watched it, takes place after xiao’s latest appearance

reblogs are appreciated!

[name] and xiao talk about their times during war. they both fought for something, and would most likely be open about their experiences since they have something in common (but it took a long time for xiao to be open about it though)

and the idea of [name] losing major gilbert during the struggle and xiao being saved by morax (or rex lapis?? idk i’ll refer to him as morax) are contrasting opposites of what of who they lost but they’re both one in the same.

xiao comforting [name] because of that… oh, and he also talked about them making a contract with morax just so they can defend liyue together,,, that’d be nice. oh yes and [name] was down no questions asked, you know it.

they don’t know much about love either. (wow what a surprise) because one time [name] asked him: ‘sir xiao, what is love?’ (baby don’t hurt me) and he’s like: ‘why are you asking me that?’

…...

he looked away from them, crossed his arms, and went: ‘i don’t have enough knowledge in that area to answer your question.’

‘….and don’t address me that way. just call me xiao.’

[name] being overly obedient & hardworking does perplex xiao, especially with their military etiquette. (the saluting thing and all that) there’s even times where he had to tell [name] to stop saluting to him, morax, and everyone else they meet. he thinks it’s unnecessary to do it. (he’s even a little embarrassed too)

as much as xiao works hard to defend liyue’s borders, he thinks [name] is pushing it. because he saw just how determined they are that they don’t stop to take a breather or a break. so he confronted them about it.

‘don’t you think you’re overexerting yourself to the brink of exhaustion?’

‘oh, it’s not a problem.’ no, it’s most definitely a problem. in secret, xiao was completing whatever tasks [name] had to do.

once [name] found out they didn’t have anything to do, they were quite confused. so then they had to go up to xiao and ask if there’s anything they have to do. well, xiao took this opportunity to tell them an ‘order.’ (an order of taking care one’s well-being that is)

‘rest for the day.’ pretty straightforward, but [name] seemed to do it without arguing. because it sounded like an order to them.

xiao offered to share his almond tofu to them but as expected, [name] is stubborn and waved their hand dismissively. but xiao’s not having it.

‘you must eat. mortals need to consume nutrients in order to strengthen their energy.’

he pushed his dish towards [name] ‘and you need this more than me.’

[name] was unfazed, but they perceived his words as an order. so they took the plate and started eating. no words were said after that.

okay tumblr is being rude to me so i’m going to write one last scenario here to finish this with a bang.

[name] leaning against the balcony of wangshu inn with xiao, staring off into the horizon, and letting the wind flow through their bodies in complete silence.

it was a comfortable silence, but xiao decided to break the silence. ‘…[name]? may i speak with you for a moment?’

[name] immediately pushed themself off of the railing and turned to face xiao.

‘yes, what seems to be the problem-‘

xiao hugged [name]. (yes, yes he did.) he may dislike physical contact and would prefer to not get himself involved with such a thing, but considering the hard work [name] had done he was sure they might need something like this. even if it’s out of his comfort zone.

‘for a mortal as persistent and obedient as yourself, you should be more attentive to your own needs.’

[name] didn’t return the hug, as they were slowly processing the sudden action. but xiao continued to speak.

‘i understand how… resolute, you are, with any and every order that comes to your attention. however..’

xiao tightened the hug a little, but not enough to hurt them.

‘you have to come to terms with having the freedom to decide for yourself. as well as taking frequent breaks should you need them. to see you work so hard without anything in return.. i despise it greatly. i was once told these words by morax when i was like you, so it’d be appropriate for me to send his words to you as well.’

[name] stayed silent, but they’re still listening to each and every word that comes out of xiao’s mouth. it seems as if they couldn’t find the right words to respond, rather, they’re fine with listening. instead of denying xiao, they stayed put and listened.

‘..so do me a favor to take these words into account, okay?’

[name] is still silent, but they slowly moved their arms to wrap themselves around xiao to return the hug. it may have surprised xiao a little, but not to the point he was visibly taken aback. because of this gesture, he gently rubbed circles around their back.

‘…i will, thank you.’

#✏️ lume writes #genshin #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin x gn reader #xiao x reader #xiao x gn reader #xiao fluff #violet evergarden #violet evergarden x reader #violet evergarden fluff

[innerstrugglesworld]

An obey me prompt if u want to do hc for it– MC is a single parent and had to bring the child with them. The child has great magical potential but no control over it, AND MC and the child were keeping it secret in the human world, so nobody in the exchange program was expecting it. Headcanons of how the characters would react? If you only want to do a few, can I ask for Lucifer and Solomon specifically? Ty

Reaction to an MC's child who has great magical potential

Lucifer and Solomon Version

MC and their child use pronounce "they/them". I didn't specify the physical form or gender. Hope you like it!

Devildom was suddenly hit by a severe earthquake. Houses collapsed, the ground cracked, and several large holes appeared in the middle of the city. From afar, you can hear people panicking. Some of them were even crying in fear. Earthquakes and storms are common in the human world, but Devildom is not a place that experiences them. This was the first time in centuries that they had felt an earthquake.

When they wonder about the causes of earthquakes and natural disasters in devildom, you just remain silent and don't open your mouth. You know, your child caused it.

You kept it a secret until one day, one of them overheard your conversation.

Lucifer

"Is that true, MC?" You were surprised to find Lucifer standing behind you. He looks at you an observe your child, but you can see how disappointed Lucifer is. "Lucifer, listen to me-"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I apologize. But I couldn't let others know, what if my son gets into trouble?" Lucifer stroked the hair of your frightened child. You were worried that Lucifer would hurt your child, but those man smiled and said "Let's solve this together. There is a ring that can control your child's power, it's a bit difficult to get, but let's solve it together. Next time, talk to me, you don't have to bear your burden alone,"

Solomon

You hug your child to protect them from the rubble. When you manage to get out, you quickly check on your child's condition and make sure that they're okay. Luckily, there are no cuts or bruises, it's just that today's incident makes you afraid that they're traumatized.

"I didn't expect the power to be this terrifying." Out of nowhere, Solomon suddenly came and observed your chil. "How come-"

"I've been watching you two since you first came to Devildom." Solomon said while holding your child's hand. He seemed to be searching for hidden power through your child's palm. The silence turned into panic. "We must find the ring immediately! In Devildom, there is a ring that can control your child's power. But for the time being, I will cast a spell to temporarily stop their power. After this, we must go to the demon lord castle, Diavolo has the ring." Your eyes widened at Solomon's words. You gripped the man's shoulder tightly and shook your head in disagreement. "I can't. My child could get hurt if Diavolo finds out about this."

Solomon's eyes softened as he rubbed your trembling hands. "I promise, everything will be fine. You two mean so much to me, I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. So, don't worry."

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[sandrockianblues]

Hey, I was wondering how do you feel about Logan and Haru’s relationship?

I wasn’t expecting an ask after my post so fast lol, hi

Logan and Haru honestly radiate brother energy to me.

I know that’s not what a lot of people will wanna hear, but it's my own opinion and if someone can’t handle that, they need to accept that not everyone sees the same thing as them. This post is just gonna be me elaborating on why and also how I perceive the two.

Before I get accused of ignorance or anything worse than that- I do have gay family members, I was in a major that was filled with predominantly gay or bi men (honestly a surprise to me for some reason, and I had close friends growing up during my grade school years who never had an issue expressing themselves or hiding who they were (we grew up in a more accepting community).

The ship between the boys is neat, but I don’t ship it, just like how I wouldn’t let myself ship Mi-An and Elsie, but I can see the ship after Elsie’s character growth. Or how I’d actually love to see Amirah with Grace.

I ship based primarily upon if they’d fit together psychologically and what their dynamics scream to me. I don’t like to randomly throw characters together just because it’s new or A looks like this and B is the opposite. I don’t believe looks make a relationship- they can make a trope, but a trope only works if characters actually mesh well together. It’s a common misconception I’ve seen over the years.

But in the case of Logan and Haru- they scream found family and brothers to me.

Coming from someone who has witnessed or experienced found family, it’s actually something beautiful and profound. My uncle isn’t really my uncle, my abuelo’s family took him in when he was laboring away as a kid and sleeping in a cargo shipping container. My sister-in-law didn’t click well with her own family but is perfect in ours and she is one of us. My dad’s friend grew up being babysat by a woman across the street and that whole family essentially became hers despite having a sister and parents of her own.

Found family does exist- and it’s often a concept not considered.

Tbh, the two of them remind me of Sylvain and Felix from Fire Emblem: Three House. Which is another case I think is found family/brother bond over romantic.

While Haru does seem to understand Logan and he seems like the balance to him- that’s often a case for siblings. Siblings can be opposites. My sister and I are, my brother and I are- and my brother and sister are the same as one another.

I don’t think Haru could stand dating Logan’s ass BECAUSE he knows him. There’s nothing wrong with Logan, but something in their dynamic hints that Logan can be a bit annoying. I hc him as pestering Haru when he’s bored while Haru is trying to work on something.

And while Logan appreciates Haru helping to guide him, that he makes up for the areas Logan lacks in and vice versa, I can see Logan getting into a tiffy with some of his issues as well. Not like a relationship style of learning to accept one another’s flaws and areas they lack in, more like I can see the two annihilating the shit out of one another in a ruthless sibling like way. And it’d be hilarious and they’d forgive one another because they know they’ll do it again. There’s acceptance and accountability held between the two.

I think the softness they have with one another stems from grief, but also their personalities.

Logan, while blunt and to the point, is caring and protective of those he sees as family. It’s evident in his lines and voice that there’s shifts the more you progress with him unlike some characters (no disrespect to them). Logan is a survivalist who knows he has to accept his own shortcomings and ask for help when he can’t do it himself- because how else will he achieve what he needs done? He’s cocky, but he’s honest and knows he needs humility to stay alive.

I do not believe his gentle demeanor towards his friend is anything romantically coded. He seems to speak like that to some others as well in Act III from what I’ve seen so far.

As for the concept of them being Andy’s parents- while it’s evident that Logan is Andy’s father figure despite the man being young, Haru and Andy seem like siblings as well to me. They honestly give off the vibes of the brothers from Big Hero 6.

Both are incredibly intelligent, both have a similar personality to that of the character they correspond to in the movie, and one leaves so the other can achieve things by himself. Just, in this case, Haru isn’t gonna be in an explosion like the brother was. Haru helped hone in on Andy’s brewing intelligence, but it’s obvious to both men that Andy needs proper schooling as well and to grow up as a kid. Andy cannot follow in either of their shadows, Andy cannot become the next Haru. Haru even radiates big brother energy and is less guiding in Andy’s life like Logan is (I.e. when he tries to do what’s best for him and his safety).

So, in conclusion, I think Logan and Haru are that of found family and brothers. I don’t read any romantic connotations from them or hints of it. And while Logan serves the role of Andy’s father, Haru seems to be that of the big brother. Any “hints” of them being that way, to me, is just this heavy set of shared guilt and burdens between the two of them. I think their need to protect Sandrock and avenge Howlett, as well as taking in Andy, helped to alleviate them in a way, but it’s a dark moment in their lives that is gonna be between the two of them.

I have some friends within this fandom who ship the two, and that’s honestly more than fine. We all see and perceive things a different way. I respect them and thankfully, I receive it back. I worry for this ship to become similar within the fanbase akin to Felix x Sylvain or Dean x Castiel in terms of fans arguing with one another, and I know it’ll occur either way because some are strongly for the ship, and some are vehemently against it. My only hope is that it doesn’t reach that level and we can respect one another’s opinions.

#my time at sandrock #mtas #sandrock #pathea #mtas logan #Mtas haru #Mtas Andy #Sandrock Logan #Sandrock haru #Sandrock Andy #anon ask #siren speaking✨ #Logan hc #haru bc

[thecontumacious]

Hi hi! I’m not sure if u know the game fate grand order arcade, but there is a character named Tiamat who is basically a dragon goddess and I wanted to request hcs of a reader inspired by her with the luxiem boys. If u are not comfortable doing this request then it’s fine u don’t have to push yourself to do it. Also just for context I’ll put a short youtube video of what she is like. https://youtu.be/4O9cPm7dutU

Basically she is soft spoken and kinda like a mom, I can picture some luxiem boys (*cough* mystaandvox) calling reader mommy 😂😂

The Lord, Our Dragon Goddess, the Queen (+ luxiem fantasy au)

a/n: told yall i fried my brain writing this :') y/n kinda reminds me of zhongli here jhskjahdkjh btw reader is fem oriented if it wasn't obvious lolol

warning: more or less 2.3k words per member so this is most definitely not a quick read! otherwise, sit back, play a fantasy playlist and enjoy~

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

a high sense of compassion, inspiring leadership, fairness in war and dominating wit and intelligence.

this was how you became the true ruler of the magical land of auphaines. you were the one who shaped the mountains after all, gave flow to the streams and oceans, guided the animals how to survive in nature. however, despite your power and majestic overrule, humankind did not see that.

they saw you as an arrogant creature. they thought that when your dragon families helped build auphaines, you were boasting of your power. it didn't help that some of the more rogue members in your family were known to be murderers. biting off heads, setting fires to civilians.

so, they waged wars against your kind. all until there were almost none left. of course, there was still you. you look upon the land you created to be your home and what was supposed to be shared with other living beings. you frown, then disappearing into the shadows for the rest of eternity to protect yourself.

"humans," you muttered last, before putting yourself in exile.

it wasn't until a group of men stumbled upon your place of slumber, somewhere deep amongst the caverns of lava mountains. you were surprised when you heard signs of life. afraid they had come here to kill you, the very, very last of your kind, you quickly shift into your human form.

you hid your face under a hood and curled against the rocks. but it seemed like someone with immense instincts and senses had found you anyway.

the one who saw you first is a man with simple common folk attire. a hunter perhaps judging by his shoes meant for heavy and long traveling and a bag meant to contain many items.

"lads, look!" he turns to his group. "there is someone here."

you heave in a sharp breath, inching away. behind the grey haired man came four more.

the second to approach you emanated an aura you thought would be long erased from the earth. a mythical creature it seemed. from what you could pick up from his more refined and well tailored maroon coat and obviously hand weaved pants, he seemed to be of the upper class. with the way he was built, he might even be someone who was used to fighting. an aristocrat perhaps?

the yellow eyed man kneels down to your level, giving you a soft expression. "hello, love. what are you doing in such a dangerous place?"

you smile shyly, "i could very well ask you the same, sir."

the man in red chuckles. "well, we come here not without a purpose. but our scavenger friend here sensed someone was here."

"how long have you been here, miss?" another one asked. you turn to him, this one a blonde with a bright smile. he seemed easy-going. he was far more built than the man in red, his clothes lighter and more for practicality and ease of movement. judging from his weapons and scars, he might be a warrior of some sort.

you clench your jaw at the thought, worried you'd have to hurt these men if they attacked you.

"i-i've been here all my life," you simply say.

"i mean not to sound offensive, miss. but with an environment like this and no stable source of food, it seems almost impossible to have been here for so long," chimed in another voice.

you look at this one. a gentle looking man, but with the way he attentively pointed out the oddity of your statement, you knew he was good with his words. noticing one of his hands being slightly more muscular than the other and the rather simple attire, but refined enough to be indoor wear; he could be a scholar, a scrivener or a writer.

"i manage, you see," you say, offering him a smile.

and then you notice the last man, the most unique among the other men you thought. he had a presence similar to the man in red, but unlike him, he lacked that mystical air around him. from that and the sage scented tome on him, he may be someone meddling with magic.

he spoke, once he had been quiet for a bit, "lads, i suggest you be a bit gentle with her."

the scavenger turns to his magic wielding friend, "huh? why's that?"

"she seems... familiar somehow," he mumbles, taking a closer look at you. however you don't recognize him. you've never seen humans in the last twenty centuries or so. "vox, don't you recognize her in some way?"

the man in red turned, whom you learn was named vox. "actually, now that you mention it, she does. she's..."

then his eyes widen.

the blonde man from before taps vox's shoulder. "hey, what's up?"

"men, bow down!" he orders them. they're confused at what he means but seeing him get on one knee and bow before you, they follow hesitantly. vox turns to them briefly, "she's the last of her kind. the dragon creators. the true queen of auphaines, y/n l/n."

continuation utc!

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

the aristocrat

his long family line being in the soldier caste easily put him in the upper class of aristocracy

and of course, according to your accurate analysis, vox truly was a mythical being not from humankind. a powerful demon granted with immortal life and abilities humans could never have.

what was his main purpose of arriving at the lava mountains?

it was a legacy of his family of demons to bow to the true creators of auphaines

with them being completely wiped out, but one rumored to have survived, vox’s family was sworn to look and protect for this last remaining heir

with the help of his friends, he had finally found you

his one true queen in this land

“come, my queen, we should escort you to better living accommodations. you must be exhausted from being in a slumber for so long,” vox outstretches a hand, to which you hesitantly take

through that touch alone was enough to have you realize how important vox’s bloodline was to you and your once existing kind

demons and the like were immediate subordinates to the dragon creators, as without you, they never would have existed and were able to live side by side with the other creatures such as humans

vox’s kind being one of the higher classes who aided in protecting you and your family

he took you to his home that day, giving you a proper bath and foods to fill your stomach. 

he was truly amazed at how you brought yourself. so majestic and elegant despite being in self exile for so many centuries

once done, vox gathers all mythical creatures like himself to his hall. 

“ladies, gentlemen and everyone in between,” he first says, then gesturing towards you. “our lives could not have been lived as peacefully as today if not for the dragon creators of auphaines. most of them have sadly been wiped from the face of the earth, thus failing our duties in protecting them. but one remains. the rumors are true, friends! the last reigning heir of the dragon blood, y/n, stands before you right now.”

everyone seems to be shocked by the sudden announcement, now looking at you and confirming for themselves that you truly were an heir of the original creators

in a moment’s notice, everyone in the hall bows down on one knee with one hand pressed against their left part of the chest

how long has it been since someone has respected you like this?

last time it was some human shunning you out for being who you were supposed to be

but here you were, your glory restored with the help of whom they call vox

you turn to him, seeing that he too had bowed down before you

“you have not failed your duties, my friends,” you smile, bringing their attention towards you. “while most of my kind are deceased, you all still hope and even had the effort to track me down.”

you gesture to vox

“you especially,” you grin. “you should be rewarded for all your efforts.”

the demon shakes his head, “it’s only my duty to do so as one of your immediate protectors. my family has long sworn to do this. if not for you, my queen, we would not have been surviving this long in the world.”

“then you are a man of honor eternally respecting your duties for so long,” you suddenly touch his shoulders and this prompts him to stand up. you smile at him then gave him a hug. “thank you, truly. i owe you my life.”

his ancestors passed down the stories of you and your powers, so much so it became engraved into his mind. they told him about your kindness and gentle mannerisms, despite also being known as the warrior queen of old auphaines.

vox for once can actually see the meaning behind those words

from your touch, he could feel just how alone you’ve been these past centuries. and the moment you return, you’re met with your loyal subjects, your crown restored

vox smiles and hugs you back, “of course, my queen.”

per your request though, afraid that the humans would not accept you, he respects that your presence may only be revealed to the mythical creatures and very few humans who could be trusted

you're even given your own room in vox's mansion, a choice he insisted on having instead of having you return to your solitary home in the lava mountains

he treats you with absolute respect, nothing out of bounds and no inappropriate words

at the beginning

as the days go by, vox realizes another fact about you

when his ancestors said that you did not see class, you truly didn't. you conversed easily with everyone. with his friends in his group, all the staff, even the unknowing humans outside despite being the reason why you're the last alive

the organized council with a more mystical aura to them never hesitated in consulting to you for problems relating to the general public

you might've been a little behind on modern history, but you're witty and could quickly pick up things. so your advice almost always comes through

vox, who has been accompanying you for the longest time during your return, can't help but let his stare linger whenever you're nearby

even if you weren't interacting with him, his heart races when he thinks of you

were you alright? are you having any troubles with conflicting parties?

but then again, he had no reason to worry since you were the literal long lost dragon queen of a powerful land

one day, some of the younger members braved themselves to ask your guidance in fighting

vox was about to scold them for being brash, but you stop him.

you smile, "let them be. it's been a while since i've wielded a weapon after all."

because it was you, he lets you go.

then he watches you easily sweep the young men and women who challenged you, ending the practice fight like you hadn't even broken a sweat

"a little rusty it seems," you laugh to yourself, sheathing your chosen weapon.

vox's mouth is wide open but when you approach him, he straightens himself up. "well done, your majesty. if i do say so myself, you haven't lost even a sliver of your skills."

"have i?" you ask, tilting your head.

the demon's heart leaps, but he contains it. "i speak only the truth."

"milord, i'd like to see you have a duel against her majesty!" yells one of the young men, his friends agreeing.

vox rolls his eyes while grinning, "oh? only to see me fail, is that it?"

they laugh, "revenge for never going easy on us during training!"

you let out a giggle

god, you sounded so adorable, vox thought as pink dusts his cheeks

you turn to him, tapping his arm, "i'd like to practice with an able warrior like yourself. perhaps you'll surprise everyone."

"oh, i couldn't," waving his hands, he tries to refuse. deep down it's only because he's incredibly intimidated by your strength. even for him, going against the younger ones usually takes him a while longer

he most certainly didn't want to lose against you, did he?

you grab his arm and pull him to the courtyard, handing him a practice sword, "come now. you have no right to refuse me."

vox gazes at you, then laughs.

you really did know the power you hold over him, huh?

everyone even crowds around the courtyard to watch the practice fight, excited to see one of the strongest demons in their faction go against the ancient queen herself

"ready?" you ask him, readying your weapon. he nods as he got into his stance.

vox even smirks, the determination in your eyes making his heart race, "lead ahead, milady."

blades are crossed and it seemed like no one was winning or either losing

you perfectly dodge and read his movements, and vox could quickly throw a counter strong enough to push you off your feet

it takes a full ten or fifteen minutes before your attacks become fiercer

this is where your dragon blood starts to run rapidly. your swipes at vox becomes harder for him to counter and dodge. you don't even give him a chance to place an attack on you

what's stopping vox from giving out is the fact you look so gorgeous fighting with such passion and full concentration

he's never met anyone like you, truly

but this also makes him lose his focus with time

your hair falling out, sweat dripping down your face and the heavy breath every few minutes

it became too much for vox

was this the reason why so many foes fell beneath your feet?

suddenly, the demon's sword is knocked out of his hand and he falls onto his back avoiding the blade pointed so close to his face. with this, you take the chance to stand over him with your weapon merely inches from his nose

the courtyard is quiet, only yours and vox's heavy breathing heard

from the ground, all he sees is you. your lips slightly parted, your hair everywhere but still standing proudly after a tight duel

how could you not hear his loudly beating heart?

that day became a memory for everyone.

the day where the vox akuma, one of the most esteemed figures in the class of mythical creatures, was beaten down by their queen no less.

but he was never more glad than for that to happen

that night as everyone applauded you for your incredible skills in combat, more people coming in to ask for your advice and the like, vox couldn't even get one feet close to you

it frustrated him to say the least

why? because he couldn't get the image of you from the fight today out of his mind

if he wasn't going to do something about it, he might just become wild

so, what he does is force himself through the crowd and grabs your hand

"vox? oh, wait--where are you taking me?" you ask him when your conversation with a nobleman is cut short, other questions in your head long forgotten as the demon kept tugging you away

the crowd behind you couldn't keep up either

"vox?" you try again, but he doesn't even spare you a glance

it's only when you reach his private study does he turn around to meet your confused eyes

"hey, is everything--"

click.

"why did you--"

then his arms trap you against the recently locked door, his face increasingly close to the point your breath becomes one with his; his red and black bangs brush against you

your voice disappears completely when vox eyes you with such intensity you've never seen on him

"do you understand what you do to me, your highness?" he growls, the temperature in the room rising quickly.

"wh-what do you mean?" you ask coyly

one of vox's hands snakes to grab yours, then he places it on his chest where you feel the wild beating of his heart

at this, your ears and cheeks turn red

"this. this is what you do to me, my queen," vox then leans his forehead against yours. "i can't stop thinking about you. day and night. pardon my impolite ways, but i don't think i can hold back anymore."

you meet his golden eyes and even though he claims it as such, you can see he's waiting for your answer

so, you nod.

vox smiles then places that long awaited kiss on your lips. the kiss he's been thinking about in the day and the dreams in his sleep.

what surprises him is that you return the gesture, in fact, just as fervent as him

this prompts vox to press you against the door even more, drinking in more of you until he felt satisfied

he pulls away for the quickest second to whisper, "i could do this forever, my queen."

you grin against his lips, "i give you my permission."

oh the things he could do to you...

"don't let me stop then, milady."

the long lost ancient queen of auphaines, the original creators with dragon blood. gentle but also powerful all the same.

all in his arms, just the way he likes it.

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

the scavenger

despite his eccentric way of doing things, mysta was known to have the spirit of an adventurer and the quirky talent of being able to find things through these journeys

after much consideration and contemplating, he decided to take advantage of this talent of his to find things he deemed valuable

he would make time throughout the week to travel through new areas to see if he can find something

he almost always never comes back empty handed

and he'd usually sell the items in his antique/gift shop back in town

the main purpose why he even came to the lava mountains in the first place was because his aristocrat friend, vox, had been asking for his help to find this "long lost dragon queen of auphaines"

initially, mysta thought his friend had truly lost it.

sure he's seen demons, satyrs, cat hybrids and more. it was even said that he was part fox somewhere in his more human blood.

but dragons?

all mysta knew about them was that they were strong but had been erased from the earth centuries ago

vox was willing to pay him a hefty fee though, so he agreed anyway

with his impressive tracking skills, here you were, in the face of him and his four other friends

"we must bring you back to the city! the other mythical creatures will be overjoyed to see you alive, my queen," vox says, offering you a hand

but seeing your more reserved form and somewhat hesitant expression, mysta chimes in, "actually, don't you think that she's a bit a scared to see so many people? she's been here for who knows how long alone."

“t-to be honest, yes,” you nod, looking towards vox’s hand. “i’m the living heir of the dragon family after all. i’m only lucky your human friends don’t seem to resent me. who knows what the others will think? oh and i apologize if that sounded offensive.”

as you said that, mysta can’t help but wonder how you don’t sound angry at all by that. even apologizing when you felt like you had insulted humankind

well, you lost your home that you made yourself for everyone to live in. it’s only because of his ancestors’ ignorance that they pushed you and your kind away

if he were in your place, he’d get revenge

but yet here you were, gently smiling at him and his human friends

“if you say so, your highness,” the demon aristocrat pulls his hand back. “well, we most certainly can’t leave you here.”

“how about she stays at mysta’s?” the man who could wield magic suggests, pointing to the scavenger

at that moment, the man whom you just learned was named mysta turns bright red and shakes his head

“oh, no, no, it’s a mess right now! i can’t have her stay at a place like mine…” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, refusing to look at you especially. 

“come on, mysta. you can’t a lady like herself to stay out here, would you? besides, you said it yourself that it would be dangerous for her to immediately go into civilization,” this time it was ike who was provoking mysta. he was always good with his words so it was obvious he pointed out only his weak spots. ike adds, “your house is on the countryside. it’s the safest option among all of us.”

mysta groans internally. “f-fine! come on then, your highness…”

then, he hears you giggle. 

woah that sounded… nice

for an old dragon queen who’s been living in the depths of the lava mountains that is

and well, as a person in general too!

oh what the heck was he thinking??

he led you to his home that day, guiding you first through his admittedly adorable little antique store

he stops you once you arrive at the bottom of the stairs with a shy smile, “s-sorry! um, my house is actually a mess so, let me get things cleaned up. you can take a look around here though!”

“of course. take your time, mysta,” you nod, gesturing for him to go onwards.

why did you have to mention his name that way…? it just sounded so nice??

well that didn’t sound horrendously creepy.

mysta rushes up the stairs and starts shoving trash into the bins and throwing unclean clothes into his wash basket. he made his bed, at least organized the dishes by the sink so it wouldn’t look as haphazard and cleaned up his adventuring essentials into their proper places in the cupboard

actually with your suddenly arrival it became the first time that month mysta put an effort into cleaning his house

a pretty lady was staying over after all

with the space a bit more decent, he takes a deep breath, tells himself that it’s gonna be alright and goes down to his store to fetch you

“hey! you can come—“

but his words are cut short when he sees you staring intently at something in the display case of the store

it almost intimidated him how focused you were on the thing, so he stopped. he slowly made himself towards you and takes a look at what’s caught your interest

it was a diadem of sorts… a little rusty, some of the shapes losing its original form because of the abrasion of time

yet it definitely held some importance if you were interested in it

“how much were you going to offer this for, mysta?” you suddenly ask, facing him. 

“um, this took me a while to look for and it has some value on it to me. maybe, 100 gold coins?” mysta proffers. 

you give him a smile. “i see. my family would have cut your head off for that price.”

his goosebumps rise and the hairs on his neck stand on edge. “th-they would, wouldn’t they? hahaha…”

at his panicked expression, you couldn’t help but laugh. “i only jest, mysta. partly, i suppose. back then this would’ve cost much, much more. it was one of my crowns after all.”

mysta chokes on pretty much nothing, coughing whatever it is that disturbs his airway. you reach out a hand to him to rub his back. 

“your crowns huh?” he says, hitting his chest. “hit the jackpot—cough—didn’t i?”

you giggle once more, “perhaps. it’s long worn away now. if you think 100 gold pieces are enough, then i shall too. you went through such lengths to get it after all, did you not?”

again with your contradicting ways of life

this was your crown, the crown of the ever reigning dragon queen of auphaines. this should’ve costed at least 10 times more yet you’re willing to let him price it at just 100 gold pieces?? humans, your natural foes, could have their hands on it no less!

you were so odd (to mysta), yet attractive all the same

that night mysta actually had you sleep in his bed instead of on the couch. though you kept insisting you’ve been sleeping on actual rocks the past centuries, he was reluctant to let you sleep on the couch

in the morning, he overslept. so the moment he wakes and realizes he’s later than he should be, mysta rolls off the couch (may have bruised his butt in the process) and expects himself to just grab a fruit to eat

but

you're at the dining table, setting out a spread of delicious foods

mysta almost thought he was still asleep when seeing you holy form, with the morning sun shining down on your flawless physique

“good morning, mysta,” you greet him, pulling out a chair. “go on and get something to eat.”

unknowing what to say (truth be told still bedazzled by your beautiful self, you cooking him breakfast despite being the guest nonetheless), mysta points at the clock. “i-i'm actually running late to open the store…”

“really? alright then. you can open up and i’ll bring you a plate downstairs,” you nonchalantly stand again and grab a plate from the table, placing all the available foods you made that morning. 

mysta could merely stare at you in awe

is this what’s it like to be roommates with the dragon queen herself?

“o-okay,” is what he mutters out before quickly resuming his rushed morning routine

by the time he goes downstairs, he’s just in time to flip the sign over to 'open'. lucky too because there were a few customers waiting for him already

as he waits for the other customers to take their pick in an object, you climb down the stairs with a tray of his food

mysta just… can’t help but stare. even the customers wondered who else was with him when he’s usually found alone in the store

you flash the newcomers with your ever sweet beam, then you head for mysta’s place at the counter to give him his late breakfast. “your breakfast, mysta. eat slowly alright?”

just then, the bell by the door rings to announce another customer. you and mysta realize it was vox. his eyes finds yours

“ah, there you are, your—“ but he realizes there are other people here, so he clears his throat. “miss y/n. i’m glad you seem to be making yourself comfortable here. i came by to make sure if everything was alright.”

you nod, pressing the tray against your chest. “i am, thank you for asking. mysta was a gentleman.”

but the demon eyes the scavenger with an eyebrow quirked upwards, “really? i see you’re bringing him his breakfast though?”

mysta waves his hand rapidly at the aristocrat, “oh shut it, milord. she was already making breakfast when i woke up. how could i have stopped her?”

“it’s quite alright, you know. he looked exhausted.”

vox sighs, “if her majesty insists. then i’ll be off for the morning. please, tell me if there is anything you need.”

he bids you and mysta farewell, just in time for a customer to come by the counter to ring up his items

“mysta, can i offer you 50 silver pieces for these?” he asks, readying his pouch of money

mysta slides off his chair and goes to estimate the price when he catches you analyzing them before he did. for some reason, he didn’t want to disturb you but there was a customer waiting…

“sir, may i tell you a story about this particular trinket?” your finger taps the vintage clock on the countertop. the man raises an eyebrow, but urges you to continue.

“this was used by nautical admirals back in its prime time. passed down from one great admiral to the next. it’s moved from great ships and even survived during battalions at sea. the one most interesting fact about it is is that it has never stayed on land longer than one day. i’d like to assume it’s about 100 years old since it’s production.”

at this, the present customer, the others in the store and even mysta are interested in your story

“oh my, how precious of an antique it is then!” he exclaims, digging through his money and readily drops 50 gold pieces this time, swiping away the silver ones. “mysta! this should be worth more! will these do?” 

“y-yeah, this should be good,” he nods, handing the customer a pouch to carry his newly bought item. 

“miss! what about this? does this one have a story too?” a female patron comes rushing forward to the countertop then places her chosen item, a set of an intricate quill and inkwell. 

mysta turns to you. you graciously smile and start recounting the story behind the stationery like you’ve known them as a person

as you go into detail about the stories, with more customers coming in to ask, mysta can’t help but enjoy your presence and your storytelling voice. gentle but inciting enough that your tale is very compelling

he could just sit there forever and listen to you all day

“mysta? mystaaaaa?” 

“huh?” he snaps out of his daze, shaking his head awake like he had just fallen asleep. 

you giggle, “it’s lunchtime. would you like anything?” 

“oh no, you already cooked breakfast i can't let you cook lunch too—“

mysta is about to stand to head for the kitchen when you suddenly grab his hand. he freezes, pink dusting his cheeks when you touch him

“it’s alright. you can stay here at the store,” then you’re off to skitter to get some lunch ready for you and mysta

IS THIS WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE ROOMMATES WITH THE QUEEN OF AUPHAINES?

mysta buries himself in his arms, absolutely blushing his head off and his heart beating out of his chest

ma-maybe it wasn’t the worst idea to have you stay with him after all… the customers like you and business is getting better 

later, you return with plates of hot steaming meals. you place the tray before you and him, “go ahead, mysta.”

he stares at the delicious food, then back at you. 

“marry me.”

you freeze, dropping the spoon onto the plate. “i’m sorry?”

“HUH--WAIT, I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN THAT. NO, WAIT I DO WANT TO MARRY YOU--WAIT—“ then mysta proceeds to dive under the counter, curling up. 

what the fuck did i just say

what the fuck

what the fuck

what the fuck

then he feels your familiar fingers on his arms, but this only makes him squirm from embarrassment

“hey, look at me, won’t you?” you plead softly. with much consideration, mysta whines but makes his face seen by you

“y-yes?”

“i’ll consider your proposal soon,” you giggle. but unlike the times before you did it out of politeness, he could tell you were serious. 

because your own cheeks were just as red as he was

mysta can’t help but chuckle, “really?”

you nod, “i will.”

having you as a roommate wasn’t a bad a idea really…

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

the guild master

luca had always liked the idea of wielding weapons and he swore to himself at a young age that he would be able to master all art of fighting

this goal was what pushed luca into finding people who had the same interest as him, his group and community growing as he got older and better at wielding weapons

then he realized that he could make use of his talents for the good of the people around him

he officially named his group the kaneshiro guild and pledged that his guild would exist to help train whoever wanted to learn the art of fighting and protect those who needed help

the main reason why he tagged along with the other boys to the lava mountain wasn't because he was interested in looking for you

at the beginning it was because some of the men that had gone on an expedition got lost and hadn't returned to report

with vox and mysta already looking all over auphaines for you, luca figured if he went along, he could by chance find his men

however now that you needed a place to stay and vox saying it was better that you lived with someone who could protect you at all times

luca pitched in, flashing you a smile of reassurance, "i can do that! there are some vacant rooms back at the guild's building. my members are all very welcoming i assure you, your majesty. if anyone dares lay a hand on you, i'll have a talk with them myself."

at this, you smile, nodding. "if the kind sir is willing to have me, i will be grateful."

vox claps his hands together, "very well! luca, her majesty's safety is now in your hands until further discussion."

"you got it, vox!" he responds cheerfully, looking at you and outstretching an arm towards you. "shall we, milady?"

when people heard about luca's guild, their initial thoughts were a simple building likened to be a tavern or a rundown inn repurposed by luca's group

but you'd pleasantly surprised when it's a large fortress in the middle of town, men and women alike busily bustling in and out of the tall fortified building

"welcome back chief!" someone shouts upon passing by luca. another one says the same, then another then another

to luca, these people were like his family. they took care of each other, fought for one another's backs and they've seen their fair shares of tragedy together

which is why he was confident when he said that these people would not dare hurt you, especially if he asked for it

luca watches your face of wonderment, and it brings a wide smile to his face. he gently grabs your hand, which brings your attention to him, "you'll be safe here. treat it as your own home."

your eyes soften at his simple words. so you nod.

that night, luca introduced you to another important member, lucy. you swore they might've been twins separated at birth.

anyway, he had her show you where you'll be staying, including a tour of the fortress. you see that the building is complete with a training ground, weaponry, a library and enough rooms for the members.

luca truly was a good guild master and leader, seeing that he makes sure all the guild's needs are met

after getting properly bathed and dressed, luca himself comes by to go to your room. he waves at you, "hey! we usually have dinner together. so i came up to fetch you."

"oh that's quite alright," you step out of your room before closing the door behind you. "lead the way then. i'd love to meet your members."

at this, luca's eyes sparkle. "great! they'd love to meet you too, come, come!"

he practically drags you down to the huge dining room, flashing you a smile every time you rounded a corner. he just can't help it. it's been a while, if anything, it was the first time he had such a special guest stop by his guild

usually, people would be skeptical of even stepping near the fortress. mostly because they thought there would be nothing more than barbarians in there

because of this, luca also thought you'd be reluctant to come and opt for a house like vox's.

but you accept luca’s offer, no matter if you thought he had a house of barbarians and such

to him, that was one way to being someone worth fighting for

he brings you over to the dining hall, and immediately, the atmosphere changes from the quiet and still hallways to a lively and happy aura. it has always been this way, you see. luca never wanted to have a dinner where someone was not having fun, even if it was just a simple event of eating together on a daily basis

upon the new arrival, half the hall participants turns and when they realize it’s their respected chief, they shout, “good evening chief!” 

“hey everyone!” luca greets in return, grasping your hand and gently you tugging you next to him. “we have a guest this evening, lads! she came from… a long, long adventure and because she needs a big rest, she’ll be staying with the guild for a little while.”

“is she not a member, chief?” someone asks

luca sighs, shaking his head, “unfortunately, that’s not her purpose here. but who knows? you guys might help me change her mind!”

the hall returns to being lively and cheerful, this time in an attempt to persuade into joining their fun guild

despite only meeting these people, most of them strangers no less, you strangely felt at home. you would’ve thought the self exile would make you seem like a hermit but you’re surprised with yourself that you fit in with luca’s members

you wave at them, smiling, “i’ll think about it, alright?”

everyone starts clinking their mugs with each other, cheering as thought you have joined. 

“don’t worry,” luca whispers. “they won’t hold it against you if you don’t join.”

you giggle, mirroring his own words, “who knows? they might change my mind.”

luca’s mouth is slightly agape at your cheeky response. when you wink, he can’t help but turn away.

it’s then he realizes his heart is beating fast.

what were you doing to him? 

“chief! come on, let’s eat!” lucy calls out, waving over at a spot on a table. “y/n, come sit with us!”

after telling himself that it was just a spur of the moment thing, luca shakes off his sudden shy demeanor and makes his way over to a seat

everyone in the guild makes themselves known to you, introducing what they do specifically for the guild and what abilities they possess. some even went ahead to tell their proudest fights and adventures

even the younger ones braved themselves to ask you some of your own fights and adventures

nervous that they’d find out what you were, luca goes to cut them in, “hey now, have you finished your dinners? you’re not even letting the poor woman eat!”

you wave luca off, “it’s alright, luca.”

“you sure?” he frowns

you nod again, this time turning to the little ones who asked. “what would you like to hear about then?”

“how about your best fight?” 

you look up in thought, humming, “alright then, if you can handle a century old battle.”

luca raises a brow at you, but he’s surprised none of them take you seriously. then again, he was the only one in the room who knows what you are. 

“we could wait a thousand more years!” they respond.

you giggle, “alright then. you see, the fight began because one side thought their opponents should be feared. that they were arrogant. when in reality, these so called opponents were merely greater in power, they never meant to start any wars. if anything, they wanted to use their power for the good. but the opposing side didn’t think this. so they started a war.”

“how terrible! how could they do that?” one of them asks. 

luca knows that you were talking about the battle that brought down your kind. somehow though, your eyes don’t seem angry when retelling it. in fact, you look so ever kind and gentle as you continued your story. like it wasn't your tale to tell.

“these people were close minded back then. my side, whom were misunderstood, had to stagger back. we didn’t want to start a fight with anyone so we had to lose. but in the end, the opposing side mistook our surrender as a form of offense, so they finished us all off. i had to flee this battle,” your eyes show grief in one second, but luca doesn’t see it anymore in the next

just… what kind of person are you?

as kind as luca could be too, he could never place himself in your shoes. you even gave up your pride, but his kind as humans were still ignorant and went as far as still killing you all

one of the group of teens pointed out, “this is your proudest battle, miss?”

oh, and the fact you told them a story about your loss, even though they asked about your proudest

surely, you had something to be proud of? you were known as a warrior queen…

you simply smile at the teens, “yes indeed. it was my last actually. you might think it’s not a very wonderful ending battle. but to me, i gave up my lands so my opponents could build houses. i wish not to kill even a single life. besides, my opposing team showed great ability! i learn also that i have severely underestimated them!”

you laugh, which brought a smile to the withering faces of the ones asking you.

“i may have lost, but i was proud to have lost to such great opponents. gives me good reason to get even stronger, no?”

luca… had so much to learn from you, as he stared in awe with your storytelling abilities and how you could pick up such important life lessons despite that heart breaking battle

when one would’ve been incredibly angry and vengeful, somehow, you make it seem like you’re at fault and that you should still learn

luca finds within himself a new profound respect for you

this was why you were crowned queen

“luca?” you suddenly call him.

“sorry, you were saying?” he shakes his head once more that day from his frazzled mind. 

“your food. it’s getting cold,” you point out, causing the rest of the teens to laugh. 

luca grins, “i liked your story is all.”

and perhaps you as well.

the night falls and morning comes just as fast. luca finds himself in the strategy room along with his members, discussing a plan to keep searching for their missing men

“we’ve checked all over north, but we haven’t found anything,” someone reports.

luca sighs, “you’re sure north is where they went?”

they nod, “certain, chief. we saw footprints.”

“but they led nowhere else?”

this time, they shake their head.

then the door knocks. 

“come in!”

at the command, the door opens slowly and there you are, popping your head in to smile at everyone. your eyes shine a bit brighter when they meet luca’s

“oh, y/n good morning!” he greets, waving you over. “is there something you need?”

“nothing really,” then you spot the many sprawled sheets of paper and maps on the table. “pardon me, are you looking for something?” 

“we’re looking for some of our lost members, miss y/n,” someone in the room responds to you. “they’ve been missing for weeks now.”

“oh dear, where did they head?” 

“north,” luca answers this time. “we’ve headed there, but haven’t found anything.”

“i see. then you’re looking in the wrong direction.”

everyone looks at one another, even luca raises an eyebrow at your statement. but he trusts what you’re saying. you were a wise and knowledgeable person after all.

so he beckons you over to the table to help discuss

“elaborate then, y/n,” luca smiles

you turn to the largest map and see that it’s been marked, probably to mark the spots the guild has looked for

your finger points from the edge nearest the town, “they traveled from here. then they were last seen here?”

luca nods

“the north is where the shadowed forest is so it’s known to mislead. it has no trace of food or drink. since they’ve been missing for weeks already, i assume they’re already on their way to finding some sort of shelter. the closest village from the shadowed forest is northwest. if they climbed up the trees, they would see smoke from houses. so i suggest you head there.”

everyone hums in thought, agreeing that your plan seemed reasonable and worth trying

their chief paying extra attention to how you spoke, making sure not to leave out any important details like a real strategist would

luca announces, “our next plan then, everyone. we’ll start looking northwest, closest village to the shadowed forest. y/n, are you coming with?”

you shake your head, “i’ll catch up.”

but there was a mischievous glint in your eyes, one luca can't rly make out however he can’t help but feel excited for what you have in store

the men pack their things and luca is the one to lead, riding down to the shadowed forest northwest

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t wish to have you there on the trip. he just… wanted to see your more warrior queen spirit in action. how would you ride your horse? are you the more relaxed or do you ride strong head on?

what would you look like wielding a sword…?

luca shakes his head again, lost in the clouds of your images and what you could be

“chief?” a subordinate asks him from beside him

“yeah?” luca turns

“you’re red. something wrong?” 

oh-

“i-i'm fine!” the blonde warrior turns his head sideways, embarrassed beyond embarrassed. 

suddenly lucy rides up front and nudges luca by the feet, bringing his attention. “so, what do you think of her?”

“i’m not thinking about y/n!” 

“i didn’t say you were thinking of y/n.”

“LUCY!“

crows fly overhead from the loud scream of luca, whom lucy laughs at. 

“just take it easy. she’s a sweet girl,” lucy grins. but after a second, the smile on the girl’s face falters as she notices a dark shadow in the skies. luca looks up and sees something abnormal.  

it was brief but enough to leave such an impression

w-was that a dragon...?

moreover, was that you??

"i'll catch up."

the afternoon sun shone onto your scales, your more reptilian form ever so majestic and though it was but a mere second, he was able to catch a glance of your beautiful eyes

luca can't help but smile before he turns to his team, "follow everyone!"

he ignores their screams of pointing out the dragon in the skies, galloping just behind you.

god, you looked so beautiful...

in a matter of minutes, you've led luca's team to a nearby village and upon arriving, the first thing that comes into the peripheral view are the horses that belonged to their guild members

you fly away from the village, back into the shadowed where no one would see you

but luca hurriedly calls out for his missing men's names. they scramble out, relief washing over their faces seeing that their guild family had come to retrieve them

"come on, let's head back!" luca yells excitedly, to which they cheer happily and quickly gather their things. he turns to lucy, "lead them back to town. i've got something to take care of."

though confused, she lets her chief leave the crowd first.

luca charges for the shadowed forest, going into the direction you flew.

it didn't take long for him to find you, already shifted back to your human form. luca dismounts then approaches you

"thank you so much for helping us find them," he grins.

"it's no trouble, luca. i'm glad you did," you smile in return. although you were in your more human form, luca can't help but imagine you in your dragon body once more

just how pretty you looked. what you would've looked like fighting off his ancestors in that form

"luca?"

ah, did you catch him staring again...?

something from inside luca pushes him to say it. so he did, "you looked... really pretty. when you were in your dragon form. it's just that i can't look at you the same way after that."

blood rushes to your cheeks. "wh-why thank you... then would you like to see it again?"

luca nods, almost a bit too quickly. he can't help himself!

you giggle, "alright."

you raise your arms, scales beginning to grow on your human flesh. your face elongates and your teeth grow sharp and long. and just like that, your body had become five times your original size

you're in your primal form. the form you were born as when auphaines first found itself.

luca reaches a hand out to you and you nudge his callous palms with your nose gently

a wide smile spreads across his face, his cheeks dusted red out of admiration, "your majesty."

luca may have been fully human, having no real ties or obligation to protect like vox did. but with your unlimited kindness and lack of ability to differentiate between classes (or species for that matter), he bows, promising to you with his life:

"i am sworn to protect your majesty's life at all costs. please, let me fight alongside you."

he glances up and realizes you've shifted back, your eyes soft.

you take his hands, squeezing them.

you and luca, mutually unwilling to let go just yet.

"then i will allow it, sir luca."

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

the writer

ike was a renowned artist in the land of auphaines. he has written several best selling books throughout his career, released some of his own original songs and would sometimes be commissioned by theatre buildings to write a play for casts to perform

almost everyone in auphaines knew who he was

what was his goal to come to the lava mountains?

although ike favored creating his own pieces of literature, there was no shortage of him reading in his own time. whether that be other people's works or books of folklore

which is where he first heard about you

he read in one of his books a fairytale about a lost queen, said to be buried deep under the earth, only waiting for her loyal followers to find her again

ike was a skeptic

he has never seen a dragon, so he thought you weren't real

it's only when vox came by for one of their weekly routines of having tea together that the topic of searching for you came up

"she is very much real, my friend," vox told him, sipping his tea. ike squints his eyes.

"really? i think not."

the demon laughs, "oh, you'll change your mind when i find her again one day. actually, the lads and i have decided to go on a trip together to find her in the lava mountains. if we find her, you owe me a personalized song for my house."

ike rolls his eyes, "you won't get that song, sire. but i suppose it won't hurt to come along. i need a break from the city tension."

which is what brought him here, an unpaid song he has to write for vox.

but here you were, the woman whom his friends seem to easily believe was the lost dragon queen he had been reading about recently

you just... didn't hold the power of what he imagined a warrior queen to have

you seemed so frail and gentle mannered

how could you be the same person to have shaped the lands of auphaines and defeated old monstrous foes?

"my house is unfortunately filled with guests at the moment. her majesty won't have a place to stay at my mansion, i'm afraid, " vox frowns, bowing his head towards you in sincere apologies

"my house is way too dangerous for guests. too many experiments the team are conducting," the magic wielding man says, shaking his head in turn

"mine is a one bedroom apartment and it's messy with objects i've found recently. it might be too uncomfortable for her," mysta reasons.

the blonde warrior raises his hand in the air in defeat as well, "i'm busy looking for my missing men so i can't keep an eye on her either."

with all possibilities closed, the four men turns to their remaining member. ike.

he eyes each of his friends, seemingly offended, "are you asking me to do it?"

vox sighs, "we have no other choice, ike. besides, you live in the upper class district. it's quiet there. you don't leave the house much so you can keep an eye on her for us."

"oh, it's alright. if the gentleman feels burdened by my stay, i can always just continue to stay here," you proffer, patting the solid ground like it was a comfortable bed.

at this, ike's chest tightens in guilt.

it's not that he didn't wish to have guests at his house, it's that he's worried he won't be a good host. he was a busy man after all.

but he'd rather not have you, though known as the warrior dragon queen known by all, sleep near hot lava craters and a rocky ground as your mattress

ike sighs, "alright then. h-her majesty can stay at my house for the time being."

besides, how could he refuse your pretty eyes...?

holy fuck did he seriously think that--

back at his home, he shows you his only guestroom. it was decent enough for you, he thought but he desperately wished it could be a bit better

but it's all he had, so after giving you one of his sleeping robes and a somewhat androgynous outfit he had in his closet for you to wear in the day, he excuses himself for the night

sure, he's written many fairytales for people to read

living in one was something ike never thought he'd have to experience

actually, it was because of this particularly silly thought that kept ike awake. so he takes his notebook and quill set, opting to sit by the fire to write away into the night

it was one of the few things that could help distract him

but he pauses when he feels a cold breeze go down his back

ike turns and realizes one of the windows had been left open. he groans before going to close it, only to freeze once more when he realizes you are perched atop the rooftop

he had never seen anything so... magnificent

you stand just on the edge of the roof, your arms by your side and your face upturned towards the night sky.

but what attracts ike is the fact you have half shifted into the dragon form he's been doubting all this time

scales cover your body like an armor, your wings in full view as it gently flapped in the cool air of the night. your loose hair dances elegantly through the wind, the moon shining just behind you

then, your eyes meet ike's

oh, those beautiful eyes again

o-oh! you were looking at him!

ike turns away, clearing his throat. "sorry, i noticed the window was open. then i... noticed you out there. are you alright?"

you merely offer him a smile. then you step off the roof

"hey--" ike shouts, but he's cut short when your body comes soaring up again. he watches you reach the top of his house then dive back down to the open window

the novelist almost drops his things in surprise

you giggle, "i'm quite alright. it's just been a while since i've stretched my wings is all."

at the mention of them, ike can't help but steal a glance. they're the same color as your scales, glimmering under the moonlight.

"would you mind if i touched them?"

the question spills out of his mouth faster than his mind could process them. but before he can take it back, you perch yourself onto the windowsill and offer him both your wings

"of course not," you nod, beckoning for him to come closer.

you weren't doing anything, really. you just stood there at the window, offering one of your wings for ike to touch.

yet it felt like you were enchanting him

his fingers are already on the edge of your wing, and he's surprised they're softer than they look. one index finger became his entire palm as he felt through more of your wings

"they're so... beautiful," ike whispered. he turns to you and he realizes just how close he is to you. he backs away immediately. "so-sorry!"

giggling, you shake your head, "it's alright."

god, your gentleness is going to be the end of him

as comforting as it sounded to live amongst the higher class, ike would tell you a thousand times over how specifically the human faction of the elite can be incredibly snobby and arrogant

so he's had to face with very snobbish ladies who fancied him and the jealous "elegant" men who lived in the neighborhood

so to be able to have a roommate such as yourself was a good change of pace from all that

you had incredible cooking skills as well and it certainly helped reduce ike's time in not working. besides domestic life, you surprised ike when he one day found you in his library

you sift through the collection he has, and when you find one that catches your eye, you would sit by the fire and read it until ike reminded you it was time to eat

but he'd be lying to himself if he said that you didn't look so adorable curled up on one of the lounging chairs (his favorite, mind you), blankets in your lap and reading by firelight

it almost looked like... you belonged there. he didn't mind having this kind of view whenever he exits the study

"enjoying your read?" ike beams softly as he sat in the chair across, never once letting you know you were sitting on his favorite chair.

you peak up from your book, nodding. "quite, yes. you have fantastic taste, ike. and skills."

the novelist raises an eyebrow. then you grin, holding your book up and showing that you were reading his book

his cheeks flush, throat suddenly stuffed. "i-i see. i'm glad you're enjoying it then. i work hard on all of my books."

"i can tell. literary art is a wonderful but also complex art to master."

that he can agree with you.

you then frown slightly, "ike, would you mind if i gave you feedback?"

oh?

"no, none at all! i encourage it, in fact," ike sits a bit straighter, looking at you expectantly with eyes wide of excitement. sure, he's received much fan mail (both professional and not) about his work, but having it come from you felt different

was it because you were an old creature who's seen the earth move for centuries?

perhaps to ike, the praise felt more of quality coming from you because... it was you.

you then begin to flip through the bookmarked pages, pointing out what you felt off or praised the part where it got your heart to beat so fast. ike attentively writes them all down on his notebook, never missing a word that fell from your lips

"so far, that's what i have. i'll tell you more once i've finished it," to this, ike nods graciously and then you return to sticking your nose into the book.

once again there you were, curled up warmly in his clothes reading his book

he forgot for a moment there that you were a dragon goddess. you just looked so... preciously human? it felt like he was on one standing with you

sure, being a queen, dragon goddess, creator of auphaines and all that

but to simply have y/n in his house, accompanying him do his work

this was why he was not interested in the elite ladies

somehow, ike eveland favored the simple ones. those who don't really ask for much. nothing but himself. not for his talents or his riches.

why did he think he like he was going to court you?

ike sighs to himself then goes to stand, wishing to leave you to your reading. but the loose papers in his notes shuffle out and sprawls itself across the floor

this brought your attention away from the book as you bend down to help collect the scattered pages

then your fingers incidentally brush against ike's. almost like you've both been electrocuted, you pull away hastily.

"pa-pardon me, y/n," ike laughs nervously, turning away.

you can't help but giggle, grabbing the sheet of paper and handing it back to him. he takes what you gave him, slipping it back between the intact pages of his notebook. he nods in thanks.

"oh, there's one more," you point out, catching a glimpse of one more gone-rogue paper just about near the hearth. you bend down once more to get it, but your eyes scan over its contents. your eyes widen, "th-the dragon queen?"

ike's face falters.

that was the poem he wrote about you some nights ago.

"um, could you hand that back please?"

but you seem to already be reading it, much to ike's embarrassment

she slowly awakes from under the embers, the sunlight of the world shining down on her greedily as they welcome her majesty's return. there she stood, blessing the earth with her ever so gentle smile, baring kindness no human could spare. although an angry and unfair war weighs on her despaired heart, the dragon queen does not hiss at her old foes. instead she walks tall and remains ignorant of what befell her. for she does not see the ancient past. a true leader, the lord, the dragon goddess, the queen, y/n.

ike could not describe you in any other words than what he mentioned in that small poem

his heart just had to spill it out

so, he nervously awaits your reaction. but you merely blush and grin, holding the poem close to your heart. this makes ike's face flush just as pink

"it's beautiful," you whisper, a certain glimmer in your eyes when you spoke to the illustrious writer they call ike eveland

he responds, "and... you are too."

well, you've read his poem, might as well, right?

you then walk towards him, standing on your toes to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

a writer, living in his own true romantic fantasy...

ike smiles, bringing you in for a hug.

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

the sorcerer

sorcery was one of the many things humankind was both proud and terrified of having. which is why people don't always smile and greet shu when he visits the city

but shu couldn't care any less

his family was a long line of great sorcerers, him as the next generation

he liked what sorcery could do too. it's helped him so many times in the past so there wasn't much for him to be really ashamed of.

the few people who were interested in it often came to shu for guidance, customers who needed it frequented his shop too along with his fellow sorcerer friends

so what is his connection with you and why tag along on the adventure to the lava mountains?

two reasons actually

the first reason was because vox needed another pair of arms in venturing the dangerous lands near the lava mountains. he wasn't known as one of the most able sorcerer in auphaines for nothing after all

the second reason was because he was interested. as a man of magic, it was imperative that he learned all things mythical, even as far back as ancient dragons that were said to be wiped out completely

but when vox informed him of his main goal of looking for the remaining heir of this extinct dragon kind, shu's curiosity peaked

dragons, the original creators, how his sorcery came to be in the first place

he had to see this if it was actually true

thus here he was with his four friends, you, the supposed last of your kind, the dragon queen herself

but shu had to be honest

he was a bit underwhelmed when he saw only your human form. to be completely honest, he wanted to see your dragon body so he could confirm for himself that his history books were wrong into thinking your kind had fully ceased to exist

but he couldn't judge you

you were real, as vox claimed

"would you be comfortable living among humans, my queen?" vox asks you.

seeing your hand clench slightly and your eyes avoiding that of the demon's was enough to say that you were a bit nervous about the idea.

"i wouldn't want to cause anything is all... i'm sure the stigma about dragons being the antagonists still exists," you sigh, offering a gentle smile at the men.

"um, i don't mind having her stay at my house though," shu suggests, surprising even himself for volunteering. he adds, "she can disguise easily with the other sorcerers so other humans wouldn't have to look twice."

"that's not a bad idea, shu," the writer agrees, nodding. "i directly live with humans. mysta although in the countryside gets many human customers at his store. and vox lives at the heart of the city where humans are at too."

"i'm afraid my house is also full with guests currently, which further proves your point," then the demon turns to you. "i hope these accommodations are alright, my queen?"

sorcery came from you after all, so if you were going to be alright living with humans, the next best option is sorcerers. the man named shu seemed very trust worthy as well.

"i'm grateful for it," you nod, standing on your feet.

"well," shu scratches the back of his head, beaming. "i hope you're alright with a few explosions here and there."

once you saw the gates to the city, the other four bid you goodbye, with vox promising a visit as soon as possible. shu gestures towards the little path towards the woods.

"this way, your majesty," he steps ahead, you just following behind.

"how do sorcerers fare these days, shu?" you suddenly inquire on the journey.

shu hums, "well, not the best but it has gotten better. we've been accepted into society at least. but some people are still afraid of it."

"some?"

"yes. there is no little amount who would come to my magic shop once in a while to buy a charm or the sort. they're the few who believe sorcery is not dangerous," shu shrugs. "to be honest, it should be accepted more. so long as people don't misuse it."

"i agree with you. i gave it to you so it could make your lives easier after all."

and shu forgot for a whole second that he was walking with a millennia old dragon beside him. he takes a glance at you, in your human form and all.

such an interesting creature you were indeed...

you and him finally reach the row of cottages that resided in the woods, a large store filled with magical trinkets you guessed where shu worked at became the centerpiece of the woodland neighborhood

shu leads you just behind the building and into the cottage you assumed belonged to him

inside, you are surprised when you see many books strewn about; containing divination spells, ritualistic texts and passages that told what purpose one ingredient had

there was a huge table in the center of the room filled with all sort of alchemical equipment. there was a row of finished potions or ointments, some still in progress judging by the labels, and there are crates of raw ingredients yet to be used

"sorry, it's a little messy in here," shu offers you a sympathetic smile, to which you graciously return.

"it's quite alright. if anything, i feel very much at home seeing all this," you then approach the work table, observing the many diagrams shu was working on. "what are you working on exactly?"

"a customer commissioned a concoction that could help revive a dead plant," shu answers, taking a seat on one of the high stools with a huge sigh. "the samples i've created so far have only worsened its state though..."

and he's been working on this particular potion for a really long time, yet to no avail. even his co workers in the same field could not get the desired result

shu begins to flip through a tome and you can't help but lean over to involve yourself

"may i see where you've gotten so far?"

the sorcerer nods, sliding over his research and calculation sheets. "the main ingredient that seemed to be a good start was acramire. the changing variables were temperature and method of processing. also of course differing ingredients."

you put a finger to your chin, "acramire seems to be a good foundation indeed. have you tried using low temperatures and eezelas?"

seemingly interested in your ideas, shu immediately gets the right tools to do per your instructions.

he's surprised when he doesn't know any of the techniques you explain to him. but you patiently guide him with such expertise

at the end of the experiment, shu has the sample ready. he pulls out a dead plant (one he's ruined before) and puts a few drops into the soil

you and him watch it expectantly, and he's pleasantly surprised when the stems start to catch green again, the flower blooming with immense speed

"woah, it actually worked!" shu grins, applauding. "thank you so much, your majesty!

you shake your head, "you were already heading to the right direction, shu. give yourself some credit too."

the sorcerer laughs sheepishly, his cheeks glowing red from the compliment.

shu would've thought that you were just going to be his temporary roommate, but he never figured you could be such an amazing lab partner

a sorcery professor perhaps fit you better actually

the customer who first requested the revitalizing potion was beyond impressed and continued to ask for more agricultural potions that could benefit his garden

from this success, the news spread out to the entire city, people came looking for shu's store thanks to your aid

it brought many exciting nights experimenting together to create the right mixtures with the specific results

you weren't the original creator of auphaines for nothing if you hadn't been able to figure out what the customers need

in the process of this, shu learns more than he could've back at the academy of sorcery. he learns old techniques and the hidden purpose behind the ingredients he had more than his textbooks could ever imagine to explain

and the way you would word everything so patiently just so he could understand alongside you

you were a queen, weren't you? not a skilled teacher...

either way, he's so glad he volunteered to house you

he's used to being alone in his little lab/cottage, tinkering with the many different ingredients he could get his hands on in the woods and making (mostly safe) explosions here and there

but whenever you leave to take a walk, shu finds himself aching to have you back

to teach him more about alchemy

to teach him more about incantations

to teach him more about... you

currently, you sit quietly across from him on the working table reading a thick tome about old spells. surely you wouldn't need to learn anything new?

the room is only lit by a few candles and the hearth by the corner; the cracking fire, the occasional flips of the pages and the sound of clinking equipment from shu

it all felt so right

would he be too greedy if he wished to house you for longer?

then the door suddenly knocks, despite being late into the night. you look up from your book to glance at shu, who shakes his head confused

he hops off the stool and swings the door open to reveal a group of his sorcerer friends holding torches and wearing very panicked expressions

"shu, the scalcisas are back. we need your help," one of them pleads desperately as sweat drips down their forehead.

ah, scalcisas. the wolves who lurk in the shadows, who run and hide like the darkness itself. literally.

they are to be feared, especially found in woods like these. they easily sneak into civilian territory without much struggle and capture lives silently

but with the skilled sorcerers in the area, it's no wonder that they manage to detect when the fierce scalcisa would come near. but they are not creatures who easily give up

at the announcement, shu quickly grabs his coat and steps out.

you shut your tome close and skip to the door, saying, "may i join you?"

shu shoots you a worried glance, but he sighs, beckoning you to come with, "alright then. just be careful."

you step outside as he closes the door behind you, and the group who came to fetch shu led you to the edge of the district of sorcerers. there you could sense the dark creatures lingering in the dark, waiting for the right moment to strike

half the sorcerers there were pale, despite having experienced this many times before

shu is on the front battle line, summoning pink and purple fires in one hand

"wait!" you suddenly shout, causing everyone to jump at your loud voice. shu turns to you, fire still ready in his palm as you walk forwards.

the others seemed to be whispering for you to stop being stupid or being rash. some even braved themselves to come forward to hold you back

but shu trusted that you knew what you were doing, so he holds up a hand, telling them to lay their hands away from you

you stand right on the forest floor, eyeing the creatures whose eyes are now trained on you

what surprised everyone is how you growl at the scalcisas. like you were speaking their language.

your hand is raised into the air, pointing outwards back into the inky black woods. but most importantly, you don't look angry when you do.

the scalcisas inch into the light, every single one of them. but you don't even quiver when they are a mere feet away from you

instead, they bow once and retreat back into the dark

you turn, offering a smile to the nervous sorcerers including shu, "they promise to not return here. but they would appreciate it if you left them some food from time to time."

"how do you know they won't return?" someone in the crowd asks

you wave him off dismissively, "i spoke to them. and they spoke back, of course. that's how conversations work, no?"

everyone looked at you like you had gone crazy

but shu looked at you like you had just returned from a great war, a sense of heavy respect for you

admiration for you

"thank you, y/n," he bows, then turning to his friends. "she speaks the truth. don't underestimate her. she has... special abilities."

if the great sorcerer shu spoke for you, then they knew to trust you. so they shrug it off, thanked you for your aid and went their merry way back home

on your own journey back, shu can't help but smile as he asked you, "do you mind teaching me dragon?"

you giggle, slapping his arm. "i'm afraid you'll need a dragon's body for that, shu. besides, i used an old language. not one you'd understand."

he slows down a bit, which makes you stop as well.

"i... " he trails off, his ears reddening a bit. "i wouldn't mind spending my time learning with you. even if it took me a lifetime."

shu takes a deep breath in before deciding to look you in the eye, "n-not just about the language. since you came over, i've learned so many new things and i feel very comfortable with your teaching methods. but, it makes me think. that i wish i could learn more about you as a person. would you allow me to do that?"

you blink at him, unmoving for a few seconds. then you outstretch your hand to him, the most beautiful smile on your face since he met you. you just looked so... happy.

"i'd teach you all the things this world hasn't told you, shu. even about myself."

there you were, holding his rapidly beating heart with your gentle hands. shu could never imagine it anywhere else.

"thank you," he whispers, enlacing his fingers with yours as you walk back to his cottage that night and for the many nights learning about each other to come.

a tiny glossary bcs i cOuLDNT HELP MYSELF

acramire: a rare alchemical ingredient made from the soils of all four of auphaines' different terrains and purified water from the lifbringan waterfall auphaines (demonym: auphainian) from aurum "gold" and phainesthai "appear", said to have been named because the original creators of auphaines were born from the light eezela (plural: eezelas): a leaf plant that grows in clusters near the lifbringan waterfall, usually only found during twilight hours scalcisa (plural: scalcisas): from scato "shadow" and volcica "wolf". said to have been the reincarnation of a deceased old dragon who befriended the shadows, then slowly took on the form similar to a wolf caused by evolution

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“severus fights james and his friends because he wants to control/be with lily and he thinks james is in the way of that, even though lily just doesn't like him in that way. and james fights severus because severus is picking a fight with him/severus is bigoted. “

Hey so I was scrolling through the tl ans saw you responding to an ask. I totally agree with you that Lily is more of an important character on most of ur points. But i saw this and was genuinely wondering how you got that from the books? This is genuinely not to attack you or be rude. But I saw the canon completely differently than how you have interpreted it, and I do wonder where you get that point from? Specifically that Severus is the one starting things while James is only fighting back? And that Severus wants to control Lily?

Once again this is not me trying to be rude, and I also do not hate James. But Jkr said that James went after Severus mostly because of his connection to Lily. And in the only scene we really see, its James and Sirius going after Severus first while he was sitting under a tree by himself. I wouldn’t call two vs one a rivalry. And I wouldn’t call that Severus going after James.

Once again genuinely curious bc it seems to be a popular notion and I truly dont know where ppl are getting it from.

the moment we see james and sirius going after severus is what i meant with james pocking on severus for sirius (i mentioned that in the post)

Sirius stared around at the students milling over the grass, looking rather haughty and bored...

...'This'll liven you up, Padfoot,' Said James quietly, 'Look who it is'

James is very happily playing with his snitch, he only approaches Severus because Sirius is bored and wants something fun to do (Sirius finds fights fun- i mean he's a british teenager with family issues. it'd be surprising if he didn't find fights fun, and everyone found fights fun at school)

i didn't mean this specific scene. but, for instance, severus invented the sectumsempra curse. which is like,, very dark and torture-y. i can imagine him using it on james or his friends (without knowing how bad the spell is, like harry does with draco). i do think he wouldn't have used it knowing how bad it was, but based on being a kid/teenager with people i hate and have ongoing drama with and having drawn their gravestones and dead bodies (i also have a neighbour kid that recently did that exact thing so i'm assuming imagining the classmates you hate dying as a kid/teen is a fairly common experience), i can very much imagine severus would have made the curse with james in mind. and i think he does use a version of it in this scene, where he gashes james' face so deeply his robes splatter with blood.

also, as i said in that post, i don't think when we see people's memories, it is a completely true viewing of the past. i think it's like how memories are- biased and wavering over time. and since this is severus' memory, i wouldn't take it wholly to heart (but that is more my hc, and i don't think jkr wrote legilimency to be how actual memories work)

continuing on this actual scene (i'm reading it rn and i'm trying to focus on answering your ask but i can't help giggling at the amount of times sirius is called handsome, every line is like "sirius handsomely turned to snape", "sirius head turned, handsomely" /j) i sorts get what you mean with james picking a fight with severus because of lily, but it seems to be more for sirius' entertainment in this scene. lily asks him what severus has done to him, and james just says it's the dact he exists- which does show james doesn't really have a reason for this particular interaction, and it was purely for sirius. but he does say he'll stop if lily goes out with him- making it seem as if he is fighting with severus for lily. but i honestly think that line was more james just trying to wind her up- he knows she'll say no. james acts, during this scene, like a standup comedy act. every sentence seems to intentionally said to receive a specific reaction from his audience (his classmates). the line gives me the same vibe as a heckler at a comedy act, and the comedian interacting back with them.

one of the spells james uses against severus (where he dangles him upside down) is in severus' book of spells that he invented. so for james to know that, it means severus must have used it in the past (not sure if it was canon or not about that spell being a trend at this time or not), but severus would have used it on james or his friends previously for james to know the spell.

then what i said about severus picking a fight with james for lily, and james picking a fight with severus because of severus being bigoted/already picking a fight with him. this comes from when harry goes to remus and sirius after seeing severus' memory.

"I think James was everything Snape wanted to be... And Snape was just this little oddball who was up to the eyes in the dark arts, and James- whatever else he may have appeared to you, Harry- always hated the dark arts."

"Snape was a special case. I mean, he never lost an opportunity to curse James, so you couldn't really expect him to take that lying down, could you?"

sirius says severus picked a fight with james because james got what severus wanted (lily, but also academic validation, with james being naturally talented, which i should have mentioned in the previous post, but i was focusing on lily, not james and severus). sirius then says james picked a fight with severus because of severus' interest in dark magic (and we do see james getting furious when severus calls lily a 'mudblood', james was about to stop before severus said that). and then remus says james, in later years, only went after severus because severus was still going after him.

i didn't mean severus was starting things- more that severus was continuing things. i know they argued when they first met about houses, and i think lily then being put in gryffindor after that argument infuriated severus and caused him to see james as a threat, whilst james found it humorous and would likely mock severus for losing his best friend to gryffindor, which then their rivalry escalated from there and continued because severus was into lily and because james didn't like how severus was into dark arts/severus was already going after him and his friends.

about severus controlling lily. most of what we see of their friendship is very much severus trying to control lily. he tells her she better be in slytherin, he tells her not to listen to petunia because she's just a muggle (this could just be trying to comfort a friend, of course, but the insinuation that lily shouldn't listen to her because she's a muggle, not because she's just jealous and bitter is very weird), lily tries to get severus to stop hanging out with bigoted people that hurt her friends and severus just complains about james and remus, turning the subject to what 'she's doing wrong' instead of actually listening to her, he threatens to sleep outside gryffindor tower unless lily comes to see him, he asks for only lily's life to be spared (not caring if james or even harry, a 1 yr old, die). seems pretty controlling to me.

#with what you said about 2v1 not being a rivalry. i think it was more just james v severus #but sirius is so close to james. his rivarly is their rivarly and all #(also severus extends the rivarly to all james' best friends since severus knows james is so close to them. and he just doesn't like them) #btw anon!! a lot of marauder stuff is more headcanons and we tend to shift and change canon for our own perceptions #but i tried to focus on canon for this (and that other post) #also hope i didn't seem rude <3 thank you for the ask #marauders era #marauders #james potter #anon ask #anti severus snape