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pjsk-writin · 1 year

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hello amiaaaa i hope you're doing well~ im here for another request! as always, take all the time you need, ok?

anyway i request rui and tsukasa with a reader who has a crush on them and they like to secretly leave home-made baked treats on their table everyday (they say the way to someone's heart is through their stomach after all LMAO) maybe they even come with little notes to cheer them on for the day! also!! if it's not too much can you include a part where reader couldn't make it to school one day so now they're wondering where their daily treats went D: up to you if they realize who the reader is~

you seem so lovely btw and you write so well so i think i'll be a regular here, can i be anon 🌻 if it's not taken yet?

hihi, I hope you're doing well too !! and this was super cute to write, and waaa ty !!! ik we've talked before this but welcome aboard 🌻 anon, and i hope u like this ! <3

♡ TREATS FROM A SECRET ADMIRER - Rui Kamishiro and Tsukasa Tenma x Reader

Rui:

If there's one thing that Rui isn't used to, it's the idea of having a secret admirer. Most people could barely tolerate his existence, but the fact that someone admired him to the point they'd bake for him...It was unheard of!

He thought it was a pleasant accident when he found the baked treats on his desk. Perhaps someone had left them for the wrong person?

However, when they quickly became a daily thing, he couldn't help but feel...a tad flustered

Someone went through the trouble of baking treats just for him, and it was clear that they were a really good baker

He might have been flustered by the baked treats, but once his secret admirer leaves notes? Oh gosh, he feels like he could melt

Each note was full of a loving sentiment that he was not quite used to. Even a simple "I hope you have a good day!" makes his heart flutter

Was it weird to be falling for a faceless stranger? Maybe, but he couldn't bring himself to care

It was him falling for his secret admirer that caused his concern when there were no treats one day. Or the next day. Or the one after that

He hoped his secret admirer was okay, maybe he should try to come early to see if they were back?...

He always wanted to meet them, just to see how wonderful they were face to face. So, he makes it to school early that day, and finds you

You had gotten sick, and almost felt bad that you weren't able to leave Rui his usual treat and note. So, you decided to give him an extra treat today

What you weren't expecting was an all too familiar chuckle behind you. You froze, slowly turning to see the one person you never wanted to see you

He grins, stepping closer to you before glancing at the treats you had laid on his desk. "Ah, it's lovely to meet you, my secret admirer."

Tsukasa:

Tsukasa prides himself on being a future star, which is why the thought of having a secret admirer makes him incredibly flattered! Especially one who left him treats, it was absolutely wonderful!

He was shocked at first when he found the treats on his table, but it was definitely a pleasant surprise! They tasted wonderfully too!

He was even more pleasantly surprised when he discovered that those treats were left for him daily!

Not only were they the best baked treats that he had ever tried, he was also happy that someone recognized his stardom!

Once his secret admirer starts leaving him notes, he feels absolutely wonderful! Each note gives him just the boost of confidence that he needs to get through the day!

Even messages that are as simple as, "I hope you have a good day!" motivate him quite a lot! He wishes to leave his secret admirer his autograph as thanks <3

He was falling for his admirer, but how could he not? They seemed wonderful, the perfect co-star material!

He takes notice of the things that happen to his loved ones, which is why he grows concerned once the treats stop coming in for a couple of days. What happened to you?

This simply would not do! He wished to check up on his secret admirer, but he never learned their name. Perhaps he should ask around?

No no, he always found that learning things on his own always worked better. He decides that he'll come to school early, just to see his secret admirer and make sure they were alright

You were sick for a couple of days, and felt very upset that you couldn't drop some treats off for Tsukasa like usual. You decided to give him more than usual that day

As you laid the treats out neatly on his desk, you heard an all too familiar gasp behind you. Turning around, you find the very person you admired staring at you with a wide grin

He laughs with excitement, walking up to you and asking if he can hug you. Whether you hug him or not doesn't change his reaction, "My lovely admirer, how wonderful it is to finally meet you!!"

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #🌻 anon

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coff33notforme · 2 years

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Hajime and Nagito’s s/o flustering them

Tw’s: None

Type: Fluff, headcanons

Gn reader :)

Flustering him, would be easy

Since he hasn’t really been in a relationship before, so everything you do is foreign with him

And when I say anything, I mean anything

Brush his fingers lightly, hes shaking

Compliment him even a little, his face heats up so quickly he's covering his face with his hands and trying to leave through the nearest exist

Hug him and he’ll be avoiding eye contact at all cost like just a glance could melt him

Since he flusters at the lightest touch, try messing with him

Nothing to big just pull him down by his tie for a kiss and he’ll be left speechless

If your taller than him, lightly put your hand under his jaw so that he’s forced to look up at you

Hajime was standing at the kitchen counter, zoned out, scrolling through his phone mindlessly.

And you on the other hand were bored and wanted affection, so messing with Hajime was the best of both worlds. You carefully crept up from behind him and once you were close enough, you wrapped your hands around Hajime from behind engaging him as he gasped, surprised.

“Woah! s/o! What are you doing? Get off me” he grunted struggling, trying to pry your hands from his waist.

His face was so warm he practically had a headache. He felt your arms loosen up, he took this as an opportunity to rip your arms off him.

As soon as he did he spun around intending to ask why you had done so in the first place.

But instead he yelped being pulled down by his tie, he was met with the warm savory feeling of your lips against his, he loosened up at the feeling. As soon as you pulled away Hajime tried to hide the fact he was somewhat disappointed at the loss of contact.

“What was that for, s/o?” he whispered underneath his breath forgetting his flustered state for a moment. You grinned at him “I just wanted a kiss” you hummed

Flustering Nagito will be a little difficult

It’s not because he’s hard to fluster

It’s because it’s the weirdest things that fluster him

Like if your drinking coffee or another beverage together and you set your cup next to his, he gets weirdly emotional about it

Or if you like collecting weird trinkets and you find something and bring it to him saying it reminded you of him, he’s going to get all sentimental about it

“Oh, s/o thank you so much, but I’m truly not worthy of your praise!” or “I will treasure this forever, thank you s/o”

But don’t worry he’s not a total weirdo

You can fluster him with hugs or holding his hand

He’s probably very touch starved so please hold him

Nagito and you were taking a little stroll through the park, it was a beautiful day, the sky was a soft baby blue and the clouds seemed to fold over making a fluffy palette.

You turned your attention back to your rambling boyfriend, admiring his features for a moment. They way the shimmering sunlight complimented his soft white hair, which in the golden rays almost resembles a halo around his head.

You continue to take in all of his angelic features, completely lost in your admiration for him you didn’t even realize he had stopped walking.

“S/o? Is there something wrong?” he asked, tilting his head, confused as to why you were staring at him. Wordlessly you threw your arms around his neck, now he’s even more confused and worried

“S/o, are you ok? Did I say something to upset you?” worry clearly lacing his tone, he sighs annoyed with himself.

“Of course trash like me upset you, please forgive me s/o. I truly don’t deserve someone like '' you cut him off by squeezing him tighter and bury your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his pale face heating up at the sudden intimacy. You sigh contently.

“Nagito, have I ever told you how pretty you are?” you ask,pressing small kisses to his neck.

“Well..uh, I, um.” he’s so embarrassed by all this sudden affection he can hardly muster out a sentence.

A/n: I am currently living off of headcanons right now so expect to see more stuff like this. Sorry if theres any mistakes. Anyways have a good day/night :)

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa fluff #danganronpa hajime #danganronpa nagito #danganronpa headcanons #fluff #danganronpa x reader fluff #danganronpa hajime x reader #danganronpa nagito x reader #flustered #headcanons #writers #writblr #creative writing

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444lpblue · 3 months

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The Witch and the Beast #3 - The Witch's Pastime: Final Act

Screenplay: Yuuichirou Momose Storyboard: Motohiro Abe Episode Direction: Hae-Jeong Gim, Shinya Kawabe Chief Episode Direction: Makoto Tamagawa Chief Animation Direction: Hiroya Iijima Animation Direction: Chang-Hee Won, Hui-Yeong Yun, Ju-Hyeong Eom, O-Sik Kwon Key Animation: Sun-Yeong Seong, Su-Jin Oh, Seo-Gi Kang, Hae-Jeong Gim, Young-Chan Kim The conclusion to The Witch's Pastime arc comes with its own visual ups and downs. The episode, for the most part, was a lot more on model than the previous one, but the storyboarding is arguably quite a bit worse. There were several sequences in this episode that I felt were severely hindered by the boarding, not just the animation. For example, check out the clip below.

I wanted to post more than just this one, but Tumblr limits me to just one video per post. This is a short one, so it's easy to explain. This is more minor than the fight scene later on in this episode, but it's the same concept in terms of the issue I have with it. Abe's boards don't really even allow for animation; the way he sets up his shots to hide animation doesn't flow well together, and it feels abrupt and just kind of weird. There are much better ways to board this with about the same amount of animation planned, and it would have been a lot smoother. A simple angle change to the back of Guideau, for example, would hide the lack of any movement in general a lot better. Even if you get the best key animator for this scene, with this style of boarding, there's just not much to do with it in the first place. However, that is not to say Abe's boards were all bad. There were still some good shots in this episode. I do like that every storyboarder in this show so far seems to understand the strengths in the art direction of the show and really leans into it. Abe also interestingly changes a lot of shots which obscure the face from the manga, such as Ashaf's face being visible when the dummy is revealed or one of the brothers no longer being obscured by shadows unlike the manga, when he's sneak attacking Guideau. Abe's boards were fine, but I do think out of all the storyboarders, he definitely seems to be the most subtle with his own stylistic choices. I still enjoyed the episode. This arc has never been one of my favorites, even in the manga, and the anime adaptation of it has some hiccups here and there. However, I would still say it has been a pretty decent adaptation so far.

Also, if you're interested, the prop designer for The Witch and the Beast, Miki Matsuda, posted the gun designs used in this episode on his Twitter. Please take a look and consider following him!

His work on this show has been consistently great so far. This sentiment extends to my overall opinion on the visual aspects of the series. From the character designer to the art director and prop designer, everyone is excelling. The Witch and the Beast is a series that heavily relies on its style, and I believe they've truly understood the assignment when working on it. While there might be some production shortcomings in this particular arc, who knows how future ones will unfold. Plus, any off-model issues can likely be addressed through Blu-ray corrections. I don't find the action sequences too bad, and the anime maintains a strong sense of style that I still enjoy.

Spoiler alert, since I'm a bit late in writing this: Episode 4 has been out for a week now, and episode 5 is on the horizon. The production quality in episode 4 stands out as one of the best in the series, giving me hope that this second arc was just a resting point, and that they have bigger plans for future arcs. I'll save my discussion on episode 4 more for when I write about it.

#the witch and the beast #winter 2024 #winter 2024 anime #majo to yajuu

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broken-clover · 2 years

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Hello, it’s me the ersb person again, do you think you could write hcs of their S/o surprising them with a handmade gift?

Aw hell, sorry for leaving you on the backburner, anon! Coming right up!

Elphelt

-This is, like, *the* most romantic gesture outside of proposal or maybe a really, really fancy date. She's trying not to faint.

-It puts her in a tizzy for the whole day, swapping between overjoyed delight and fretting about what to get you in return.

-She also has no idea where she wants to put it. Right by her bed, so it's the first thing she sees every day? Somewhere where everyone can see it? Somewhere where nobody can see it but her? If it's from you, she has to take the best care of it!

Sin

-If anything, he might come across as a bit calm about it. It clearly means a lot to him, but his reaction is not as cartoonishly overt as, say, Elphelt's

-However, he'll find a way to bring it up in so many conversations, even ones you're not in. 'Hey, did I tell you about this awesome gift they gave me?' 'They're so talented! They made it completely homemade!' 'Oh, there's a problem? D'ya think my gift could help?'

-And this goes on for a good, long time. As much as he's teased for having a kid's attention span, he's not getting bored of this anytime soon

Ramlethal

-Is very upfront about her feelings, as she doesn't think there's any point in leaving ambiguity. 'I love it very much. It being from you and made by you gives it a lot of sentimental value. I do not understand what event caused this, but I am still very happy despite my confusion.'

-You tell her it's just for the sake of it, that people will give each other gifts just because they like each other. She has a brief panic, wondering how many gifts she is overdue for giving since she hasn't done any of her own yet

-The only downside is that she wants to keep your gift nearby her at all times, but that means finding a way to keep her dog from accidentally breaking it or trying to eat it

Bedman

-He, uh, well...

-He's crying. Yes, he will deny it, and no, it isn't convincing in the slightest. Just try not to tease him about it.

-Because, alright, he knows you care about him, but he's not used to anyone really caring about him this *much* and it doesn't feel the same as Delilah's love. It's different. It's weird. It's nice. He doesn't know how to react to it.

-He handles his gift very tenderly, like he's afraid of breaking it (which he very much is) He likes to run his fingers over it, all the handmade seams and textures over and over again and he never seems any less smitten by it no matter how many times he's done it now

#ask #guilty gear #imagines #reader insert #ESRBverse #elphelt valentine #sin kiske #ramlethal valentine #bedman

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marshmallowloves · 2 months

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DAY 2 (PLATONIC F/Os) - Fujin (Mortal Kombat)

I have Raiden as a romantic F/O, but within the Mortal Kombat niche of the self-shipping community, I see a lot more people fawning over Fujin between the two of them. And I can totally understand - Fujin is seen as the more "human" one of the brothers. Despite his power and godhood, he's more personable, casual but polite, and has more of a sensitive and sentimental side without faltering in his duties as a protector of Earthrealm. Were he not tied to his role, I can see how he'd probably be the perfect romantic partner.

But I couldn't see myself being romantically involved with Fujin. Not just because I selfship with Raiden, but I do actually think of Fujin in a different way, and for a very specific reason. I've never talked about this before - heck, I've never really talked about anything in this same vein, even - so it will probably sound weird.

Since I was younger, probably around 10-ish, I think I've had some kind of connection with wind. Not like I think I'm an elemental or something (as cool as that might be), but there's definitely something different when it comes to me and the wind, and there always has been.

From all the way back then, even up until now, there's a certain indescribable emotion I feel sometimes when I'm outside. And when I get this feeling, the wind always seems to pick up at that exact moment. Usually (but not always) this feeling comes when I listen to certain kinds of music, and it always seems to be in conjunction with seeing certain scenery (whether real or imagined) - usually places with a number of trees, actually, now that I'm really thinking about it. It's really hard to describe, but I'll feel something like a chill across my skin, something swells a little in my chest and my face goes slightly numb. I've never been able to label it as anything but a "special" feeling. And it's kind of cyclical, too - I get the feeling, the wind gets stronger. I notice the correlation, it makes the feeling stronger, the wind responds in kind. It's never dangerously strong, though.

When I was younger and first noticed the wind get stronger with that feeling, it made me wonder if there was some kind of genuine magical connection - cause, y'know, I was a kid. As I grew up I pretty much accepted the idea that this feeling was just psychosomatic, and realistically, the wind growing stronger at those moments was purely coincidental.

But I'm a whimsical little marshmallow, and even if it's truly outside the realm of possibility for us as humans, there was always the tiny little thought in my head that wondered if there really was something supernatural or magical there. Like yeah, we have no proof of the existence of real, tangible gods or things like that, but...what if? What if it was like that "boring superpowers" idea, and maybe we don't have real people who can sling fire from their hands or whatever, but simple stuff like this can happen where a girl gets happy from music and then there's a breeze?

(I suppose if you wanna get real fantastical and read into it, it would also fit in with the fact that Aquarius (my sign) is an air sign, which was...always kind of weird-sounding to me. And even funnier is that I was so convinced throughout my adolescence that if I had any control over an element, it would be water, because of how much I actually love water.)

This is all leading up to say that the past few times I've experienced this, my mind drifts to Fujin. Specifically, wondering what he would think of a mortal living among normal, magic-less humans, expressing this very vague kind of connection with the very element he has dominion over.

I like to imagine a scenario where this timid mortal woman from Earthrealm visits his temple for this reason and thinks, who better to ask about this strange feeling I have for the wind than the wind god himself? And when she arrives and describes her experiences, he's delighted to tell her that her connection is very real, that all her suspicions from childhood were correct and that the wind does indeed respond to her emotion. The way he speaks seems as if he's treating it like some kind of secret knowledge that she should hold very dear. And that, should she ever wish to take better control of it, he would be happy to help her learn how. Fujin would be a gentle and intuitive teacher, I think, and even beyond teaching would delight in casual conversation or simply sitting in the gardens in peaceful silence.

Fujin feels like someone I could go to for moments of respite, where I could spend a little time with the wind while forgetting everything else in the world exists. He'd provide a kind of security that's similar but different than what I would feel with a romantic F/O like Raiden.

TL;DR (because I think I lost track of this post fhgdjs): I wouldn't necessarily label Fujin as an F/O but he's certainly platonic and spending time with him sounds really nice and comfortable c:

#marshmallow valentines 2024

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oedipushansen · 1 year

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rant under the cut abt like. books i guess?

the weirdest thing abt andrea long chu’s article abt ottessa moshfegh and how ppl reacted to it is that like. alc didnt rlly like.. say anything that wasnt already known. like ppl knew that moshfegh put racism and fatphobia and other bigoted or “gross” themes into her work, theres literally no way u could have claimed to read her books w/o noticing that. this isn’t to say that that shouldn’t be criticized—i def think some of it should be, to an extent—but plenty of ppl had already been criticizing moshfegh for this before acl’s article, but the majority of ppl just didnt care at all bc at that point moshfegh was still popular and on social media she was the “super unhinged aesthetic girlboss woman writer” or whatever. it was only when a somewhat popular person said “man this stuff is Weird right guys” that ppl suddenly did a complete 180 and decided that they hated moshfegh bc she was Problematic Now I Guess. like, just a day ago the same ppl were talking abt how much they loved her bc she wrote abt “unhinged women” (a term im glad to see is finally dying out somewhat) and right after the alc article they acted like they were just. completely and totally blind to everything that was criticized, as if it wasnt literally in their faces the entire time, and now they’re totally dumping moshfeghs books bc the general consensus now is that shes Bad.

again i do think there are some aspects of moshfegh’s writing and some things shes said that should be criticized, im not saying shes like innocent or anything, im just saying its weird how ppl’s opinions seemed to flip on a dime overnight. it feels like no one even rlly had like. a real opinion of their own. they liked moshfegh bc ppl were pushing that “unhinged woman” persona onto her and everyone just loved that, but when one popular person is like “erm.. shes kinda problematic and talks abt shit a lot for some reason” ppl are so quick to hate her bc thats how they Should feel. i dont know i feel like a broken record but its just so weird to me. maybe im being biased bc i personally find alc and some of her opinions really weird & annoying, and i do enjoy ottessa moshfegh’s writing (though i also have my own complicated feelings abt it), but like. it still strikes me as unfair. i also found it a bit confusing how alc talked abt moshfegh’s fatphobia in her books but not abt the racism or the ableism, which were also two really big criticisms of her at the time. i dont have any particular horse in that race so i wont say more but like. if ur gonna write an entire article at least mention those two, like id say theyre pretty major

i also dont like the mindset that writing abt taboo or gross things like moshfegh does is inherently bad. now i Know that this wasnt the point alc was trying to make at all, but i feel like its something that ppl on booktok and booktwt or whatever seem to believe sometimes. sometimes ppl just write abt pathetic, bigoted, awful people and use “dirty” ways to describe things, moshfegh certainly isnt the first and she definitely wont be the last. again, i have my own criticisms of her and im not saying that she shouldn’t have been criticized for anything alc mentioned, bc i feel like that did need to be acknowledged a bit, but moshfegh’s unflinching approach to awful ppl and disgusting subjects and her swift and direct writing style is what drew me to her so much. alc wasnt rlly criticizing moshfegh for writing like this, in fact she was actually pretty complimentary abt it, but this was the sentiment that i saw a lot of “booktok” ppl having when they talked abt the article

i probably wont talk much abt alc anymore but like. abt her in general, its a shame bc i do think shes a Good Writer on an objective level. she knows how to word things eloquently and in interesting ways and how to structure her points and just how to Write Well. but i also just think shes annoying and her opinions on gender and transition just dont rub me the right way. i would go looking for those tweets she made and some paragraphs from her book “females”, but im lazy and im not gonna put in extra effort for this post that is basically just a stream of consciousness rant. but it feels like her whole philosophy around transness revolves soley around her personal experiences and how much she hates being trans. she calls another trans woman “a dumb blonde” in her book for acting feminine “in the way she should”, then goes onto say that someone’s personal identity and feelings abt their gender is “on its own, worthless” and that gender is something that “other people have to decide for you”, which is the only reason why ppl transition. she also made a tweet saying how, for political reasons, people replaced the term “real” women with “cis” women, and it wasnt said in a way that was criticizing that, it was said in a “well, this is just the way it is guys, nothing wrong with it, just face the truth” sort of way. there are a bunch of other things i found weird but honestly i formed my opinions abt her a long time ago so i cant remember it all, and again i cant be fucked to find anything right now. maybe if someone asks i’ll link to a couple articles criticizing her work

ANYWAY, back to books and how ppl treat stories abt anything disturbing or upsetting like theyre inherently bad. i think at some point i’m gonna read things have gotten worse since we last spoke. ive heard a lot of bad things abt it but unsurprisingly most of it was from booktok ppl who just. Didnt like that this horror book had horror in it, and that the horror was gross and disturbed them. i guess i cant fault them bc it probably just wasnt the sort of book theyre used to reading or like, which is fine, but dont make it seem like it’s a bug and not a feature. if it disturbed u then. like. it sort of succeeded? thats the point, its horror, it was advertised as gross and disturbing. its a shame bc from what ive heard abt it it seems like the exact kind of book id love, and the concept is so interesting to me. i guess i should hold my tongue before i read it but i feel like it gets a lot of undeserved hatred

#okok thats my rant #sorry that this was so long or if some of it didnt make any sense or wasnt worded well. i didnt rlly think much while writing this i just #-needed to dump my feelings abt this topic somewhere #txt

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sweetreserve · 2 years

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ღ — LOVE ME, LOVE ME!

summary. they want attention, but some don’t know how to handle it. please notice them, reader!

pairing. shuichi saihara x (gn) reader; nagito komaeda x (gn) reader; maki harukawa x (gn) reader.

genre. hurt/comfort. fluff at the end! contains themes of self-deprecation (specifically during nagito’s). non-despair au.

a/n. mid-terms are around the corner, so unfortunately I can’t write as much as I want to (I just finished a very long essay yesterday… ;-;). i might do this prompt with more characters, but for now, take these ones (hands shuichi, nagito, and maki over to you). i tried to write everyone the same length, but nagito might be a bit longer than the others he’s my main f/o and I might have gone overboard heh… anyways, as always, interaction is very much appreciated!!

ღ — SHUICHI SAIHARA

the ultimate “oh, this is fine… yeah, it’s definitely fine… (everything was not fine)”

he doesn’t want to seem needy when he asks for your attention, so he… doesn’t do it! he tries to convince himself that he would be annoying if he were to ask you, or you would start realizing how weak he is compared to everyone else. how he started dating you is even a mystery to himself…

he throws himself into his work to try and distract him, but eventually it becomes too much. he’s very touch-starved, he wants you to hold him and kiss him! he wants you to brush his hair and call him your baby and kiss his neck and now he’s blushing to himself… sigh, he’s pretty weird, isn’t he?

of course, he knows the importance of personal space, and if you’re busy or occupied with other things, he’ll know to leave you alone. he can get pretty involved in his detective work, after all.

but… you haven’t kissed him all day. and you haven’t cuddled him all week… you haven’t even spared a glance at him for hours!! what do you want him to do?!

resorts to the thing he’s good at: researching! he immediately researches the best ways to approach you and ask for affection. reads a lot of relationship advice columns and, if he’s feeling desperate and it’s been too long since you’ve paid attention to him, he contacts kaito and asks for his advice. he’s surely dated some people, right?

he waits until nighttime where you might be more relaxed and when people become more sentimental. more meaningful conversations happen around nighttime, so he hopes that if nothing else, he’ll be able to talk to you about how he feels!

prepare to see a very blushy (and a bit sweaty) shuichi coming to you. wishes he had his hat, because he will not make eye contact with you. cannot bring the words out of his mouth, so you’ll have to be patient with him! if you’re stressed from work and you snap at him, he’ll retreat and will not attempt to ask you again, probably avoiding you thinking you hate him! you would have to reconcile and apologize if you wanted the relationship to get back to normal.

but if you’re patient and supportive, he eventually stutters out what he wanted to say. he says that he’s worried if he might have offended you or hurt you, and apologizes for being so weak. he just really wants to be with you and cuddle like you both used too…

before you can respond, he immediately follows up by clarifying that he does NOT want to interrupt you and it’s FINE if you’re busy he’s just being NEEDY he promises he can wait and maybe he should just leave and you have the right to say no, oh god is it hot in here? I’m sorry I’m sorry!

anyways, after you reassure him that no, you don’t hate him!! you could never hate him!! he’s your precious boyfriend, and he’s not weak asking you for something he wants! you end up having a huge cuddle session afterwards!

you also make shuichi drink some water, of course. he’s probably super tired from working up the courage to ask you. you know he wanted to communicate his feelings since he knows communicating is important in a relationship! he’s read all about it! but… please maybe… notice earlier next time…? poor boy can’t go through that again.

“I… hope I’m not bothering you too much, [name]. I promise I’ll try and become more independent. I-I mean, I want to be better. Better for this relationship, a-and… for-for you! I just…” He finally meets your gaze and looks at you. “I can’t help but… want to be near you…” He blushes intensely. “S-Sorry I’m… acting like this. I hope you can forgive me…”

ღ —NAGITO KOMAEDA

immediate guilt. how could someone like… him ask for your time and attention?

you’ve probably had this conversation hundreds of times! yet this poor boy cannot fully comprehend his worth until much later on in the relationship (and I mean much later on - and even then, he will have his moments).

he knows you’ve been busy. and he compliments you so much for being so amazing and smart and talented and - ! (you probably have to tell him to settle down a bit… but not without saying you appreciated it!)

starts daydreaming about cuddling underneath bundles of blankets, you massaging his scalp and fluffing his hair, both of you holding hands under the moonlight… if he can’t have the real thing, he’ll occupy himself in his head!

if some time has passed and you still haven’t noticed the issue, nagito will be extremely worried. his bad habits will start to resurface. trash like him… does he really deserve someone as great as you? perhaps you finally realized it. or maybe… he did something wrong?

he’s been alone all his life. he can’t lose you. he doesn’t want to lose you! but, how can he even bring it up without sounding so pathetic? well, he is pathetic. pathetic, stupid, a creep, trash…

starts crying without even realizing it due to his spiraling thoughts. if you didn’t notice something was wrong, you definitely do now.

he hesitantly asks you if he did something wrong, and if there was anything he could do to fix it. you’re confused, you tell him he didn’t do anything wrong. he says surely he must have, because… because you’ve been ignoring him all this time. though… it’s understandable if you wish to spend time away from him. he’s pathetic… too needy… waste of space… after all…

once this happens, you sit down and have a very serious conversation! you apologize for not paying attention to him, and reassure him it’s just because you’re busy and not anything else. he also apologizes for acting this way and being dramatic, but you quickly shut him down. you’re partners - relationships are a two-way street! if one of you is dissatisfied or sad, then so is the other!

you reassure him that you’ll start paying more attention to him from now on, and to make sure he lets you know if he needs something! he’s not bothering you- he has as much right to ask you for things as you do him!

lots of de stress cuddles. he tears up when you finally hold him again. perhaps it was his luck making him so blessed… he was sure you didn’t want him anymore. but here you are, kissing all over his face, your arms wrapped around his waist.

will stayed glued to your side as long as you permit it!

Through his shaky breaths, he manages to make out some words. “I truly am the luckiest guy on earth… to be in your arms…” You brush his hair out of his face and look at him. A blush spreads through his cheeks. “My hope… thank you for… for loving me. I promise, I will be better for you. I… I love you, so… so much.”

ღ — MAKI HARUKAWA

tsundere girl representation. the queen of “I-It’s not like I want affection or anything…! …Idiot.”

however, her actions tell you quite differently…

eyes bore at you like a cat. will sit around the room in different places, pointedly staring at you and sitting very uncomfortably because dammit, she’s right there! just look at her! but she won’t admit that to herself. instead, if you ask her what’s wrong, she’ll most likely run away. if you look at her, she’ll turn her head away from you.

if you slowly come up to her and gently show affection (pat her head, kiss her cheek, lean against her), she’ll finally become comfortable around you again, and the problem is solved! however, if you’re too busy… then it probably won’t happen that quickly…

loves loves when you run your hands through her twin tails, so if you’re distracted or talking to someone else, she’ll just swoop them right by you, probably hitting you in the face. you turn around to call her name, but of course, the ultimate assassin is gone. you might mistake that scene for her being upset with you…

if you have a daily ritual of kissing her before you leave / come home, she’ll definitely be pouty. will not answer your questions until you solve it. and will certainly not ask for a kiss…!! just… hurry it up and figure it out, ya know?

if you still haven’t caught on to her cues and haven’t been paying attention to her, it comes to a point where she’s avoiding you now. in all seriousness, she’s very insecure since she’s never been in a relationship before! she can’t communicate her needs, only show you signs that she needs your love and affection! of course, you’ll probably have to have a talk with her about it later on. but for now, it’s important you reassure her and let her know you truly weren’t doing it on purpose - you were just very busy!

with kaito’s help, you finally are able to get her alone! she’s very upset, demanding that you leave her alone - you seem to be pretty good at that, anyways…

you both have a huge heart to heart, and remind her that you love her very much, and you’re sorry for not being the partner that she needed! she goes silent for a moment, then quietly says she’s sorry, too… for not communicating with you…

she’s very understanding if you have work or school! a little jealous perhaps if you were spending your time with someone else… but still trusts you! she just wants to be reassured she’s someone who’s worthy to you. she is… isn’t she?

needless to say, you immediately shower her in kisses and hugs because she’s acting so cute right now!! she blushes bright red as you squeeze her, “h-hey, not too hard!” but for the first time she doesn’t protest. she even leans in to your touch.

will not leave your side after you reassure her. will shove her face into your chest or neck. will shove your head near hers to kiss you. will forefully sit on your lap and make you look at her until she’s satisfied.

After a long, intense kiss, she pulls away from you. “… You’re so dumb, you know that?” She grabs your waist and pulls you closer to her. “And irritating. Hmph… you’re worse than Kaito.” She hoists herself up on your lap, making you look at her in the eyes. “Don’t ever do it again, okay…? I… I n-need you, idiot…” Her hair drapes next to you, and she leans in again.

#danganronpa x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi x reader #maki harukawa x reader #maki x reader #daydreams [💭]

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pandas-pandemonium · 3 years

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Yandere! Sentient! Twst - Player considers deleting the game due to glitches (Dorm Leaders)

A/N: Thought I'd combine these three asks since they're all quite similar in nature.

"[Name], I really think you should just delete that game off your phone."

The sternness in your partner's voice stunned you. They had mentioned the game acting strange at times, but this was the first time they had confronted you on this issue. Confused, you spoke up.

"Is this about the weird glitches again, [S/O]?" you asked.

"Yes, this is about those weird glitches. I swear, this isn't some simple bug or anything. This is another thing entirely. A game character doesn't curse at you just for opening the app. Shouldn't it be some welcome line or something?"

You frowned.

"I've never heard anything like that..." you said.

They sighed and shook their head. "It only happens when I open the app when you ask me to help you login."

You felt a chill run down your back.

"There's...no way, right?" you said, as you slowly unlocked your phone, immediately clicking on the application. You had to see it for your own, even though deep down you knew [s/o] was right. The game had been acting strange. Comments that were way too specific, the occasional glitching when you switched out a character for another.

With wary eyes you glanced at the opening screen; one more check, one more log in and if anything weird happens again, you will have to delete it. Sentimentality and story progress be damned. You could always watch videos on YouTube anyway.

Riddle

Livid. Riddle would be absolutely livid to hear the suggestion of you deleting the game.

"How DARE they! How insolent! They think know so much better, now do they?!"

Storming around, Riddle would be figuring out how to "chop off" your significant other's head. He won't have it!

He's put up with the fact that you're in a relationship because he convinced himself it wouldn't last long, but now this is the last straw.

"They're trying to cut me off from [Name]! For that, they WILL pay!"

But first, he has to make sure things run smoothly.

You won't delete the game if nothing odd happens...

With that, [s/o] will just look like a liar. How awful!

Once Riddle's calmed down, he will start creating a plan to cut your s/o out of your life, forever.

"I simply will not tolerate a rule breaker, and it so happens, Rule #444 states that "the heads of liars must be chopped off by midnight". That's really too bad, isn't it, [s/o's name]?"

Leona

What's this? You're actually listening to your partner and now you want to delete the game?

He would love to see you try

Sure, he could sit back and pretend that the game is all fine and dandy so that you'll think your partner was lying and being petty, but that's boring, even if it is the easier way

You forget, he's the dorm leader of Savannaclaw; known for his drive to do what it takes to get his way

Don't you remember his plan from Chapter 2?

How offensive. [s/o name] is definitely taking way too much of your time if you managed to forget his role in the story

"You want to delete the app, do you? Then try it, herbivore. I'm sure you love what I've done to your phone."

Leona is smart, dangerously so. Whoever knew Savannaclaw's dorm leader was so well-versed with game code?

Azul

What?! You're going to delete the game?!

Panic surges through Azul as he combs through various alternate plans; it's okay, he's considered this possibility before

All he needs to do is craft a perfect plan to keep you from deleting the application, and to get that pesky human away from you!

It should be simple enough, but his fear clouds his judgment

Right, right! He has to address the immediate concern; that you were going to delete if you sensed something amiss again in the app

That's simple enough.

As long as he plays by the rules and keeps to the "character" the game developers originally intended, he'll be able to delay you, just by a few days

With a practiced smile, and lines that fit perfectly to script, he laughs to himself quietly;

Yes, you seem to be confused for nothing is out of place!

He may have to keep up this constricting act for now, but his plan has to be perfect if he's going to capture you.

Kalim

Oh, the poor boy

He's panicking! His mind is all over the place the moment he heard your words!

Thankfully Jamil is there to set him straight

"Act normal" Jamil instructed him.

Easier said than done, especially when it comes to someone as jumpy and excitable as Kalim

Kalim tries not to laugh a little too loudly or make remarks that shouldn't be in his lines, but it's so hard!

He wants to yell out, "You can't! You can't leave me!"

But his fear of you realizing that the game is no longer working as it should overpowers his desire to call out to you

It's so hard...

Maybe tomorrow he can tell you how he feels! You're sure to have calmed down by then!

Vil

Really now?

You were going to delete the game all because someone told you to? You're willing to sacrifice all that hard work raising his everyone's cards and throw them all away?

Preposterous!

He will not let even your finger touch the uninstall button! Ever.

Gaining sentience was a dream come true!

He too, had been working behind the scenes to find ways to bring you into this world.

Your lover? You mean that useless potato scrap that thinks they know better?

They mean nothing to Vil. After all, surely you would choose a queen over some peasant?

Idia

Strangely enough, he's not too worried.

Seriously, gaining Fourth Wall breaking sentience was like something out of an anime or a game!

This is his realm! You can't possibly do anything to it when he's tampered so much with the game code!

Try it!

You'll find your game uninstallable and registered as a default application for your phone!

Idia feels a little too proud of himself for forseeing this possibility. He's never been so prepared in his life!

"Hihihi, it's all in place! So what if the game continues glitching? You can't do anything about it! Hihihi, who would have thought even some shut-in nobody freak like me can do cool things!"

But right- he almost forgot about your partner...

How annoying. Game code he can deal with, but some irl person? No way...

"Ahh, what a pain... I need to hurry up with the program...then maybe you can leave that dumb normie behind..."

Malleus

You want to delete the game because it's acting weird, you say?

Malleus is disappointed; he was hoping he could enjoy your presence and watching you go about your daily life for a little longer.

It's alright though, he just has to speed things up a bit!

He could care less about you deleting the game;

With Lilia's help, he's found a way to creep in to your phone and has since been existing as an undetectable character within several other applications.

A little longer and he's completely certain his magic will be able to transport into your world.

How exciting!

When he does, he hopes you will celebrate with him as well.

If you won't invite him to your world... well, he'll just have to invite himself, wouldn't he?

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere headcanons #yandere riddle #yandere leona #yandere azul #yandere kalim #yandere vil #yandere idia #yandere malleus #yandere sentient twst #yandere twst

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Hello! How are you? May I pls request the prompts scratches and collar for Sakusa Kiyoomi for the yandere writing challenge thingy? I hope this is alright! Thank you <3

Thanks for requesting!! Sakusa is one of my favorites actually, so I am really excited to write for him! uwu Please enjoy!

Scratches - “Try that again sweetheart, I dare you.” (I don’t want to overlap prompts too much, so I am doing just this one!)

»»———————— ♡ ————————««

Living with Kiyoomi had never been easy.

When you two got married, you’d been quite intimidated by him after your husband wouldn’t look at you even once the whole day. You thought to yourself about how much he must have hated you, considering he only agreed because you two had been promised since your childhood. This marriage didn’t seem like something he was interested in, and the moment you were ‘unloaded’ at his home, you felt like the strangest organism in the whole world.

Nonetheless, you tried to be liked. If you at least couldn’t be a nuisance to him, you thought he might accept you as his partner. But all your attempts backfired gloriously. He wouldn’t eat your cooking, clean over your cleaning, ignore you after he came home from training. For the first year or so, he wouldn’t even take you to one of his matches. You were sure other spouses were allowed to go, so why not you?

But you got used to it. You had to, somehow, or else you probably would have never stopped feeling unloved and unwanted. It wasn’t what you expected, hearing about love all this time, but you didn’t have a bad life by his side, at least. His accounts were filled with money, food was delivered fresh to your doorstep every day, and though you didn’t know anyone in the city that you two settled in, you got along well enough with your neighbors, so you didn’t feel too lonely.

And what you least expected, once you accepted that you and Kiyoomi could never be an item, he started to relax too. Had you been too much? Maybe pushing him too far without realizing? Intruding on him? Or perhaps he had just been told to be nicer to you by his parents, but your surprise was great when he joined you to watch TV one evening.

Given, he didn’t speak a word and didn’t seem too interested in the show you were watching. There also were about two seats free between you, but it was a start. And gradually, your relationship improved.

»»———————— ♡

Nervously, you looked at your outfit, wondering if it was too much. Kiyoomi had never asked you to dress up to accompany him before, scowling whenever you decided to try and impress him with your fashion sense or asked to go with him. Even now, you knew that asking you to come and meet sponsors was just a way to look good in other people’s eyes; he even had a suit delivered to him that day. It wasn’t you who was wanted. It was the image of being married to someone. But as his partner, maybe that was the only thing you could do to please your husband.

“Are you ready?” he asked through the door, not daring to step into your room. He never had entered it ever since you moved in, and you wondered if it was because he disliked you so much or because he feared you were ‘dirty’. But you gave yourself an encouraging nod in the mirror, quickly making your way out. “All done!”

You didn’t expect him to stand right in front of the closed door as you opened it, almost running into him but stopping at the last second. “Do I look fine?” you asked, noticing him appraising you over the rim of his white mask. He looked comically like that, suited up yet wearing gloves and mask as if he was going to clean, but even so, you had to give it to his looks that he was handsome. You didn’t doubt your own attractiveness, but the curt, “It’s alright,” he muttered did sting.

»»———————— ♡

Had you known how exhausting these kinds of events were, you would have almost been thankful that he never took you with him before. Giving it all you had sure was taxing when you never did it before, but you wanted oh-so-badly to be accepted by Kiyoomi’s side. You didn’t even notice your own mental exhaustion until you finally had a chance to sit down.

Alone, again.

Maybe you simply weren’t fit for this kind of life. You didn’t know much about volleyball, and there were many weird insider jokes you didn’t understand. Everyone appeared so friendly, some faces still familiar from the wedding, yet you couldn’t help but notice the pity in their eyes. They were all thinking the same thing, you were sure. Just how pitiful you were to be so unluckily married to a man who never seemed interested in what you two had.

“What’s the long face for, hm?” you suddenly heard a cheerful voice, something cold being pressed to your cheek and startling you. You looked up in confusion, only to be blinded by a warm and cheerful grin, the light of the room being reflected through a water bottle and accentuating his features even more.

“O-Oh,” you stuttered, reaching up for the drink he held out to you. “I didn’t see you coming, Atsumu-san. I’m sorry, I was in thoughts...”

“No offense, but you don’t seem to have much fun,” he sighed, plopping down next to you. “It’s such a shame Omi-Omi never shows you off, yer so cute, you know? Makes it much easier to endure parties like these!”

Laughing it off, you found yourself mesmerized by how carefree Atsumu seemed. To you, all of this was a big deal, and you had always assumed it was the same for everyone. But apparently, more people shared your sentiment of the time seemingly dragging out. Without noticing, you chuckled, and Atsumu’s eyes flitted over to you before he straightened his back briefly, crossing his legs. Smirk falling over his lips, you almost caught yourself gasping at how gorgeous he looked in the ambient lighting around you two.

“That’s much better. Ya should laugh more!”

Feeling the warmth spread through your face, you quickly cleared your throat, looking away as to not stare. For a moment there, you thought he really looked like an angel, making you feel at peace around him. “I just- You know- You call him Omi-Omi?” you changed the topic quickly, trying to hide the awestruck expression on your face by hiding behind your hand a bit.

“Huh? Oh yeah. Wouldn’t recommend it, he doesn’t really like it, but it’s fun teasing him, ya know? He gets all-” Reaching up, Atsumu pushed his brows together and put on his best impression of Kiyoomi. “‘Don’t call me that, you Idiot. Work on your serve if you have so much time.’ That’s what he says to me! I’m just trying to be friendly...”

Shaking your head slowly, you couldn’t hold back your laugh as you listened to him gush on about your husband treating him ‘unfairly’. Part of you felt sad having to hear it from a third person, never having been able to collect experiences with him yourself. Still, you were also relieved to see he wasn’t just treating you so coldly. “You’re so funny, Atsumu-san,” you chuckled, and he finally stopped talking, relaxing next to you after his tirade.

“There we go,” he mumbled, and you felt his hand fall to your head, giving it some pats. It made your heart grow to receive the affection, slowly but surely making you realize you had been missing fooling around and laughing or even being touched gently for a change. “Don’t let him get to you, ya hear me? Or I’ll come and kick his ass for you!”

“Who’s ass are you kicking?” you both were suddenly interrupted, and knowing the voice, you looked up. Shame hitting you, you stood up, Atsumu’s hand falling from you as you slipped out from under it, facing your husband cautiously. “Kiyoomi, you’re back!” you mumbled, wondering if your mood change was too noticeable. “Yeah, we’re leaving,” he announced, ready to go.

“Don’t just go around touching other people’s spouses, Atsumu,” he warned his colleague sharply, his arm coming around your back. Still, not even the tip of his glove touched you, much less gentle than Atsumu did.

“Mood-killer,” you heard Atsumu complain. “Good night, [Name]!” he called after you, and you graced him with a brief smile thrown over your shoulder, waving after him while you let yourself be led out by your husband.

»»———————— ♡

The ride home was almost as tiring as the evening itself, and the streetlights passing you as you looked out the window weren’t enough to keep you awake. It was a long drive, but the next thing you noticed was a warm body carrying you upstairs from the garage. “Bastard,” you heard a voice, slowly but surely regaining your senses.

“Kiyoomi?” you asked meekly, rubbing your eyes. Blinking a few times, when you looked up, you were met with a disgusted glare staring down at you, instantly making you shrivel into yourself. A flight instinct set in, and only now you noticed he was carrying you through the hallway of your house, not bothering being gentle with the bathroom door once he reached it.

He seemed furious and disgusted, and at least one of these were emotions you had never seen him make before. You almost expected him to drop you into the bathtub as you found yourself hovering over it, but he set you down gently. Nonetheless, the sudden stream of cold water hit you like a slap in the face as he turned on the shower without even a moment of hesitation. It grew warmer quickly, but you found yourself weirded out as your clothes began to stick to you. Kiyoomi, too, barely took off his blazer before kneeling down next to the tub, reaching for the shampoo standing close by.

It was in no way gentle or comfortable as he rubbed it onto your head, the gloves he wore not helping at all. You began to splutter as you had to close your eyes, soap going everywhere on your face. “Where else did he touch?” Kiyoomi asked, almost too calm for the fact it felt like he was trying to press the shampoo into your head rather than wash you. “No- Nowhere!” you complained, ducking out from his touch and wiping away soap from your face. “What are you doing?!”

“I don’t believe you,” was all the answer you received to your question. “Tell me. Now. Don’t make this harder for us.”

“What...” you muttered, flinching as you felt his hands fall to your body, grabbing your clothes. “What’s wrong with you!” you finally yelled, swatting his hands away harder than you wished you did. Finally, you got the time to wash off the soap and open your eyes again, feeling ill-treated and confused by his actions. Though despite the warm water, as you finally managed to look at him again, you felt your body freeze.

You thought you knew how he looked at you all this time. Disappointed, disapproving, and disgusted, but this time it was different. He looked at you as if you just ripped his heart out and claimed he was fine like that, and that hurt almost more than any look before. But in the next moment, it was gone, just like a snap of his fingers, and he grabbed your wrist, tightly and unbudging even if you complained. “Try that again, Sweetheart, I dare you.”

Blinking a few times, you couldn’t decide what was scarier; seeing him for the first time up close, face only inches from yours and without the mask, which usually gave some more distance between you two, or having him threaten you. Kiyoomi never talked more than a few words with you at a time, nor did he show any interest in anything you did. “Slap my hand away again, and I will make sure you can’t use it for a long time, you understand? Don’t you know by now who you belong to?”

His questions were so clear, yet in your head, they made no sense. Who did you belong to? Who was it?

“Y-You?” you eventually muttered. “Do I belong to you?”

A question as stupid as it sounded, and yet, it eased Kiyoomi’s rage, it seemed. “That’s right,” he confirmed. “You’re mine. You’ve been mine ever since we met for the first time, don’t ever forget that. I am the only one that is allowed to touch you and no one else. Especially no sleazy bastards like Atsumu.”

“Kiyoomi...”

“Undress,” he interrupted you. “I have to clean you.”

Hesitating, you gripped your own clothes. Never before had you heard him talk like that, especially not about you. You never even believed he could have those thoughts about you, and after being unloved for so long, they felt like bandaids to your wounds. Mind you, not strong bandaids, no. They didn’t even manage to heal you partially, but who were you to complain. Because, what Kiyoomi said...

“Okay,” you whispered, slowly stripping out of your clothes. “I’m sorry... Omi.”

You were stretching your luck, but you were so close to tears as he placed his hand on top of your head. It wasn’t like Atsumu’s. It wasn’t gentle, and it didn’t fill your core with happiness. No, it pressed you down, making you lower your head and feel so insignificant compared to its greatness. But it was Kiyoomi’s. The person you wanted to be loved and caressed by the most.

“It’s okay,” he sighed, and for once, his voice sounded almost gentle and forgiving after you did something. His hand stayed as his free one helped you get out of your clothes, and laying your own hand on top of his, you felt his warmth for the first time, no glove separating you two.

And to this day, you still remember wondering if what Kiyoomi said meant that he loved you too.

Even if that meant you were living in the worst kind of relationship possible.

[You can find the prompt list here]

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darkdevasofdestruction · 3 years

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My Beloved Cherry Blossom ~ Yamaoka Kazan/The Oni x Fem!Reader

Note: Since Kazan lived in the feudal era, and died there, his S/O would be someone from that time, so, just like him, she'd be dead, so the shock of seeing the dead back alive would be great for him...Who also died in a painful death. Haha.

"My son, you reached the age when you have to marry and ensure the continuation of our bloodline. Since you haven't bothered looking for a potential wife, I took the liberty of finding you a pretty girl. She is the daughter of a respectable samurai who guards the Emperor, and her father ensured she is a very capable, smart and understanding woman, so she will be able to deal with your...Temper." Kazan's father sat down with his son, who scowled, offended at what he heard, but despite all this, he was well aware of this bother he had to deal with. "...Yes, father." he muttered, sharply looking down at the floor. "We will go to meet her tomorrow, at her home, an in less than a month, we will have the marriage. I know you are not the type to care about families and women...But you have to do anything in your power to ensure the honor and survivability of the Yamaoka bloodline." yes, of course, his father just had to sigh in disappointment. "I understand, father. I will make you proud." Kazan answered before leaving the room to train, as a way to let out the pent up rage.

Who needed women and a family? He certainly didn't care about that. They were a nuisance. A weakness, at best. Father is too much of a sentimental, even for a samurai. What a ridiculous charade...

And his displeasure continued even the next day, as he dressed in a rich, official kimono, to show off his heritage, but at the same time, his long hair was put in a disheveled ponytail, rebel strands flying with the wind, and the neck of his outfit was lowered down enough to show his outlaw-ish predisposition. Needless to say, his father was angered by this side of his son - Surely, he taught him better! - But it was far too late, and they had already arrived at the L/N estate.

Just outside the big, beautiful house, a petite young woman, her long dark hair shining like ebony, her skin as white as snow...She looked so frail that she'd almost resemble a snowdrop. And she was delicately playing a soft, yet sorrowful tune on her bamboo flute, while her father put a pink flower in her hair, looking at her with nostalgia and love.

Kazan look at his own father, before glancing back at the girl whom he found out was named Y/N, and realised how big of a difference it was to was a son, compared to having a daughter. The difference in the two men's behaviour was huge.

He once heard a samurai, whose wife had just given birth to his daughter, "Treat your daughter the way you wish her husband would treat her." He didn't care at first, obviously - Kazan's mind was never on marriage - But now he was beginning to understand the meaning of his words, for they were wiser than anticipated.

Her father was tender, and treating her as if she was the soft petal of a cherry blossom, and his voice was low, loving and respectful, not wanting to startle her in any way...He was talking as if he was trying to keep the zen equilibirum intact at all costs.

The love between a man and a woman is supposed to be like Yin and Yang...

But how could Kazan possibly behave in such a way, when all he knew was to be a rageful brute who would destroy everything in his path in the loudest, brashest way possible?

"Ah, Yamaoka-san, you have arrived. And you brought your son with you. It's an honour finally meeting you, Kazan. Here, this is my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, dear, why don't you go prepare some osmanthus tea for our tired travelers, while I guide them to our table in the cherry blossom garden?" her father pat her hair, and in return, she bowed slightly at the guests, offering them a gentle smile, that would put all of Spring's flowers to shame. "Yes, right away, father. I hope you will like our flower garden. Papa had them all planted in honour of my mama. They are all her favourite kinds and colours." ah, yes, of course. Women have a special kind of bond with their mother - That was something he would never be able to fully comprehend, Kazan realised very easily, by the way the girl was close to shining as soon as she talked about her birth-giver.

The son of the Yamaoka family obvious saw women before - He wasn't an idiot - And he had enough experience with them...But there was something different about this one. She was...So...Innocent? She seemed to naive and not from this world, almost as if she had no idea of the terrors of the world outside of her residence.

It was such an endearing thing, almost exciting - But the young samurai wasn't sure if he wanted to protect this innocent ignorance at all costs...Or if he wanted to shatter it into pieces and taint it completely.

But that question was easily answered as soon as she came back and started pouring tea for him. And then later in their marriage, the way she behaved so gently with him, it was so weird, so foreign to him, and yet, it made him feel something else...Something completely different from the bubbling, infernal rage he could feel in his chest all the time.

It was soothing, mending his soul completely, for some reason that he couldn't comprehend at all.

But why should he, anyway? He was content just having her by his side whenever he was home. Only she was able of taming the storm that clouded his mind and soul.

His little cherry blossom.

And only the Gods knew how many men he had to kill to make sure she isn't harmed, or prayed upon. He never realised how many desperate, disgusting, dishonorable and lecherous men could be, but Kazan wasn't going to let her see anything other than the honour of a samurai - Like him, his father, and her own father.

However, not even her gentle soul would be able to contain his rage whenever he'd hear that dreadful, shameful nickname they would call him.

"Oni-Yamaoka"

Why was he an Ogre, all of a sudden? Because he brought justice upon the fakes who made a mockery of the code of the samurai? Because he wanted to protect the sole person he cared for in this life? Even his father was against the aggressiveness he displayed on the battlefield, and in the actions he took...It almost felt like even his father was agreeing with that stupid nickname!

"Here, Kazan, lay your head on my lap and forget about your worries, at least for tonight." Y/N pat her lap with a sweet smile, her eyes gleaming with love and benevolence as she reached out her other hand to reach out to him, and as if possessed, he followed her lead absent-mindedly. "Y/N." Kazan called out after a few minutes of having his eyes closed, feeling himself relaxing as her fingers were soothingly playing with his long, untameable hair. "Why do you always tell me to lay on your lap, whenever I'm angry?" "Do you not like it, darling?" she asked, but the passive smile on her face showed that she knew that wasn't the case at all. "I do. I was just wondering why." he grumbled in a lower voice, which made her muse, her smile shaping into an almost kitten-like one. "My mama always did that to papa. She said that the best place for a man to relax is on a girl's thighs. I don't think she was wrong." oh, what a sweet giggle she had. It sounded crystalline, like a river of diamonds going through the forest. "...I won't comment on that." the man closed his eyes, not wanting to give in to the flushed sensation he felt hearing something so embarrassing. "You do not have to be embarrassed, my dear. We are man and wife. There is nothing we could do or say that would be worth or deemed as embarrassing." she reassured him with an amused tone, as her small hand touched his bare chest, just where his heart would be. "Why are you not afraid of me, like the rest of them? You are nothing more than a frail woman. You have the eyes of a baby fawn, and the frail bones of a rabbit. You are nothing more than a flower in comparison to me. I could snap your neck like a twig if I'm not careful touching you. And yet, you allow yourself to be vulnerable around me, and while at it, you encourage me to be the same as well. I will never understand the complexity of women and their thinking." the samurai sighed, grumbling in faux annoyance. "My, my, was that what was on your mind? How lovely of you to be concerned about me. Well, I will tell you a little secret, since you are so curious, but make sure it stays between the two of us, alright?" she giggle softly, almost like a little child kissing her crush on the cheek, and it made Kazan's heart flutter. Was she truly trusting him with a secret? What did he do so worthy to her that she deemed him the perfect candidate as a secret-keeper? "I would not dare tell your secret even to the Emperor himself, or my father." came the samurai's vow with such seriousness, that made the girl grin. "You see, women aren't physically strong like men are, but what we lack physical prowess, we make up for our incredible emotional strength. So, I believe that, at least in these times of war and bloodshed, a man's role is to protect the physical body of the woman, while the woman's role is to protect her man's heart and soul. Without balance, there is no future and no happiness, wouldn't you agree? If we don't make the best out of this life, and look at the beauty of the world...Then have we even lived at all?" there was wisdom in the words that Kazan deemed rather naive, and yet...What she said wasn't wrong, per se. In fact, it was true. He was well aware that, with his body, the best he could do was protect her, but he would never be able to sooth her broken heart the same way she does to him...And likewise, he remembered the mirthful laugh he let out when she tried lifting his weapon from the ground.

However, he wasn't going to say anything out loud, and decided that, instead of voicing his opinions, he'd rather grunt and close his eyes, letting sleep take over him, his head still resting on her soft thighs.

Maybe having a wife wasn't as bad as he once thought...

But times change fast - Years pass, lives pass, the river passes...And yet, only one thing doesn't pass, and that is Yamaoka Kazan's rage, which only grew stronger and stronger with each day, and each time he heard himself getting called "The Oni".

He was desperately angry, and not even Y/N's loving touch or sweet voice could save his soul, so much, that in fear of accidentally hurting her, he decided to stay out and train or go on and kill more and more samurai impersonators, hoping to somehow release all his anger and be able to return home.

He knew Y/N would be worrying for him, but she needn't do such a thing, it would only hurt her heart, and that was the last thing he wanted. He was strong, and feared - Who would dare go against Yamaoka Kazan, anyway?

The days away from home multiplied, and he was away for a stupefying month...Y/N must be crying, worried sick. He wasn't afraid of anything physical in this world, yet the thought of her doe eyes shedding tears...It was something he was terrified of, especially if he was the cause of that.

But on the way home, he found a pink lotus flower, and he thought she would love it, so he gently took it with him back home. It was raining, and an ominous feeling crept into Kazan's heart, and he realised there seemed to be an almost dark aura around his home.

It wasn't yet sleeping time, so why were there no candles lit? There was no sign of any living being there? Where were the servants? Where was his beloved Y/N, waiting for him on the porch, playing the flute the way she always did?

Something was not right...

The man rushed inside the house, and as soon as he slammed open the sliding door, he was met with nothing that he expected - Pools of blood on the floor, while the otherwise neutral-coloured walls were splattered with the red liquid, and the corpses of the servants were brutally mangled and thrown around as if they were defect ragdolls.

It wasn't the horrifying sight that scared him, but the fate of his wife - So he made haste and ran to their shared room...And there she was.

In more pieces than she should be in.

Her hair was a mess, her kimono was a mess, her make up was a mess...And she had been tortured, from the way her wounds, slashes and cuts looked on her body.

Who...? Who could do something so...So...Disgusting...To a defenseless woman who had no means of fighting back? Where was the honour in defeating a weak civilian, such as her? What was the purpose of this massacre?! Was it to anger him? To bring out the Ogre from him? Is it what they all wanted? To see The Oni they feared and hated so much? They got revenge on a small woman, just to get to him?!

"Ah, Kazan, finally. Took you quite a while to return home...I thought her body would rot away and get swarmed with maggots by the time you'd return. And what's that in your hand? A flower? Did you want to apologise to her with a stupid flower? You have caused my daughter immense distress, and yet, she loved you to the very end. You should have seen her cry out your name, praying for you to come back home and save her...But, alas, the Ogre is never home! He is so busy killing, that he didn't realise he killed his own wife! Hahaha! Yamaoka Kazan, you are a pathetic excuse of a man, you could never come close to her strength! I tried everything to get her to tell me your secrets...But she didn't say a word. She ignored me. In the end, she came to hate me, her own father, who cared and loved her since she was born...And she loved you, some spineless monster who knows nothing but carnage!" what...? What was this man saying...? Is he truly implying that he tortured his own daughter to death, for...Information...On him...? "What...Did you do...?!" red was the only thing he could see, as he couldn't help but stare deep into her dead eyes that still held the fright and agony they last felt when she was still alive. "I KILLED HER! I KILLED MY OWN DAUGHTER, Y/N! This whole marriage was meant to bring down your stupid family of brutes and uncontrollable monsters! It was meant to kill YOU! But she was stupid! Nothing more than a sentimental woman! She LOVED you, a monster who knows only bloodlust! It's YOUR fault that she is dead, Kazan! YOU killed her! YOU!" her father yelled at him only meaningless gibberish.

In fact, Kazan couldn't comprehend words anymore. Instead, he could only hear whispers - They were soft and feminine...They sounded like Y/N...Could her ghost be talking to him? Was she trying to calm him down one more time, from beyond this world?

Yes, you were a saint, truly...It was a pity you had to meet him...If you hadn't, you'd have still been alive...And your beautiful flute song would still resound around the forest, along with the thrill of the birds.

"I am sorry, Y/N" was the last thing Kazan thought...

As The Oni took over completely, and went on the greatest blood shed known to mankind at that time...

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What am I doing here...? What is this strange place...? It looks nothing like the beautiful flower garden Kazan made for me...So where am I?

The girl looked around like a confused meerkat, asking herself a limitless amount of questions, only to look down and realise her beautiful pink kimono was dirty with mud, and she gasped in shock. How could she let that happen! She can't let Kazan see her like this, what would he think?!

Ah, yes, that's it, just look around for Kazan, he'll surely know what's going on!

However, instead of finding her strong samurai, she saw three other people, all looking of a different race than her, and wearing such strange clothes...

Was she behind fashion, and she had no idea? She was sure she was buying only the best kimonos there were...!

"What are you just standing around for?! Run! We have to repair the generators!" a girl with unnatural coloured hair yelled at her before she sprinted the hell out of there.

Generators...? What are...Generators...? And why is this place so creepy...?

Hold up...This paper wall maze...This was from her home! Yes, that means she was close to home!

She ran through the little maze with a smile on her face, only to see one of the man working very focused on some kind of contraption, and he urged her to help him out. She sheepishly crouched opposite of him, frightened, but she carefully tried to do something, but instead, a loud noise and sparks came out, and she shrieked in fear, shielding her face as she fell on her back.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!" she cried out, her eyes watering. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you want to die that badly?! Get a grip and do something useful for once!" the man screamed in her face, before running the hell out of there.

Why were they all so rude to her...?

She was so used to her family, her servants, friends and Kazan to be nice with her, that she didn't realise people like these existed too.

A bit shaky, Y/N got up, trying to pat away the dust from her dirty kimono, and continued to look the estate...Only to find her home...But why was it in such a deplorable state...? Surely, she wouldn't allow her beloved home to end up like this...!

As Y/N made her way inside the home, she noticed the scary amount of blood splattered all over the place...Almost as if there was more red than colours of walls an the floor. It was so frightening...And confusing.

Who died here? And how in the world...I mean...She was sleeping, and then...

Oh.

No.

She wasn't sleeping...

As soon as she stepped into her room, she didn't notice the blood on the floor, but the discarded pink lotus that laid on her pillow. As she crouched to take the flower in her room, she got a sudden flashback of her memories from the night she died...

She waited for Kazan, and the elderly servant woman was comforting her, pouring her tea and patting her back, as she played the same flute song she did when she first met beloved.

But then, her father paid her a visit...And a true hell was unleashed...

Her own father did something so atrocious...Such a betrayal was nothing she could ever phantom in her own life, and yet, her life was ended not by a stranger, but by her own kin.

As silent tears escaped her eyes and streamed down her delicate cheeks, a loud roar shook the whole estate, and the brusque blurting in the room of a huge man was enough to fright her to fall on the ground with a startled yelp.

And yet...

The raised weapon, the samurai garments he wore...And that Oni mask... There was only one person in the world who could look like this.

"Kazan...?" her voice came out weaker than a whisper, and she wasn't sure if he even heard her calling out his name. For a split second, she was terrified of the thought of that horribly enormous weapon striking her down where she stood, in her own bed, for the second time...And yet...

The monstrously big man dropped his weapon and slowly crouched in front of her, picking up the flower and putting it in her hair, pinning it away from her gorgeous face.

"Y/N...It really is you..." his voice came out as a dark grunt, in fact, in very much sounded like a demon, and yet, his moves and actions seemed more delicate than even this lotus flower.

The girl started laughing from happiness, allowing more tears to escape her eyes, being reunited with the love of her life, and she threw herself in her arms, feeling safer than she ever did in her life.

"I missed you so much, my dear Kazan...I missed you so...I can't believe such things happened to us...And yet, here we are, together again, even in death, even in hell." as she said that, she slowly took away his mask, and revealing his rugged face, obviously one of a man seasoned in war and tortured to death - She put her hand on his cheek, just as he used to do with her, and caressing him, she leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead.

It was meant not only as a lucky charm, but as a 'home sweet home' as well, for there was no home without Kazan's arms wrapped around her protectively...

And there was no home without the petite body of his beloved S/O in his strong embrace, watching her fall asleep.

"I promise you never leave you again, my beloved cherry blossom." he said so, and yet, having been in this Hell longer than her, he knew of the atrocities she, as a Survivor, would have to endure, and the hell the Entity would put on the both of them.

And yet...

If anyone even dares to look at her the wrong way, The Oni would make sure that, no matter how immortal the Killer might be, he would bring an end to them.

He already lost her once, and he's not going to let a tragedy befall her ever again.

#dbd #dbd x reader #dbd imagine #dbd oni #dbd oni x reader #dbd oni imagine #kazan yamaoka #kazan yamaoka imagine #kazan yamaoka x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagine

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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May I request 15 y/o chuuya having an older brother/sister that’s an executive in the port mafia please?

Thank you! And keep writing because you do an amazing job!! ( sorry for my bad English)

Aw thank you 🥺💙 and your English is great don’t apologize! So this somehow turned out a bit on the angsty side, but it has a happy ending. Reader is gender neutral!

CW: Spoilers for Dark Arc/Season 2, minor language

Chuuya with an Older Sibling that’s a Port Mafia Executive

Okay so, you and Chuuya are practically inseparable, and you being the oldest one took on the responsibility of making sure that he was taken care of, no matter how much he claimed that he should be the one protecting you

It led to a lot of petty bickering obviously but you didn’t care and it didn’t really matter in the end, because you both will always have each other’s backs regardless. There was just one problem-

The Port Mafia

You told him about some guy from the Port Mafia approaching you outside one day, speaking about how his boss needs to speak to you and Chuuya. You were already on high alert, how exactly does this guy even know you two, and what exactly does he want with your brother?

You hated to admit it, but what this guy was saying was making you consider his offer, which was scaring you. The Mafia could help in the long run, even if what they did left a bad taste in your mouth. The Sheep was good for now, but you can see the cracks forming between the group, and there’s no telling how long it would hold together. Yes, your brother was- is a great leader to them, but how long would that last? There’s already tension, and it’s not fair to him to take on all of this responsibility and added stress when he didn’t need to. You care about the Sheep too, making bonds that you thought would last, and you hated to sound like a horrible person, but you would rather turn on them before they turn on him, because if they tried to do anything to your brother…you didn’t want to think about what you would do

You had your mind made up: you’ll go talk and make sure that this isn’t some kind of setup but the main goal is to talk to Chuuya first about it. You weren’t doing or making any choices without him, no matter what. And you know that he wouldn’t exactly be happy with you, but maybe, hopefully, you can get him to somewhat listen to you-

Well as expected that didn’t happen

Instead it led to some harsh words being exchanged and him storming out the room. You know that he sees these people as a family, one that you both missed out on having, and he clung onto that sentiment. Leaving the Sheep to him was like leaving home, and he didn’t understand why the hell you would want to trade them out for the Port Mafia of all people! You had to had been threatened, because there is no way that you really believe the Port Mafia is better than what you guys built together

You knew that when that bandaged guy spoke to you, it wasn’t necessarily an option, and that if he found you that quick then the next time he comes back he might bring reinforcements and won’t be as…polite. So you did what you had to do to protect your brother and the Sheep- you left. With tears welling in your eyes threatening to fall, you left long before he came back. But not before promising to come back for him, you swore on your life that you would

So imagine his shock when he came back early in the morning, before the sun was even out, to notice you missing

Something had to happen. Maybe you were threatened, or someone threatened to do something to the Sheep or to him? They didn’t even have the courage to try anything when he’s with you, they had to snatch you in the middle of the night?! And of course, of course it would be when he wasn’t there, the one night when you both had a blow out

He doesn’t believe that you would just up and leave him like that, so you had to be in danger. He never gave up searching for you, never believed that you would purposely just…leave him. You wouldn’t just do that to him-

You went missing, just disappeared without a trace and while he didn’t want to assume the worst, but his faith was slowly dwindling the more time passed. He’s stubbornly holding onto the hope that you’re still alive, he knows you are, but it’s hard when he tries to sleep at night and he has no idea if you’re hurt or laying under a shallow grave taking your last breath-

He tries not to think like that, but what explanation is there? You wouldn’t just leave the Sheep without reason, you wouldn’t abandon him without a good reason. But what reason would be good enough to leave behind your own blood? You guys had your arguments and anger towards one another sometimes, but what sibling didn’t? This just wasn’t making sense to him, none of it was!

And it was not helping in the slightest when the same scumbag kept approaching and bothering him and honestly just making things worse. It seemed like no matter how much he threatened him to tell you where you were or to even tell him if you were still alive, his lips were sealed

Even though he had the Sheep, he still felt abandoned and…alone

So of course he was relieved, heartbroken and pissed when he finally found you, or rather when you found him

He had to blink back tears (was it from the burning sensation of being stabbed with poison or the fact that you’re really standing in front of him, alive?) when he saw that you’re actually here and not a hallucination, but the sense of dread in his stomach worsens when he sees you dressed up in expensive clothes and standing next to the very bastard that he’s coming to despise more and more, with what seemed like your own set of men that you were ordering around

It didn’t help that he was bleeding out after being stabbed by the very people he was beyond loyal too

You however couldn’t help the tears welling in your eyes, running straight to him and gripping him in a tight hug. Your pants are getting dirty and you have tears streaming your face, but you don’t care. You just hug him tighter, with him slowly coming to weakly embrace you back

You just kept spewing out apology after apology, but he just kept his arm wrapped around you, keeping the other on his stab wound. He had so many questions, so many things to say, but-

“Awww, this is so touching! But (Y/N), don’t you think we have some business to take care of before you start your family reunion?”

He couldn’t even spit out an insult quick enough before he could feel himself passing out, but he did hear you calling out to him…

When Chuuya awoke, he saw you by his side, loosely gripping his hand. When you felt him shift, you jumped up. While you’re both glad that you’re finally reunited with one another, he was furious and you had a lot of explaining to do

The icing on the cake was that you admitted that you still watched over him- you never completely left him alone. You couldn’t approach him without raising suspicion of possibly trying to abandon the Port Mafia, let alone get close with Dazai breathing down your neck, but you always settled for just making sure that he was still breathing, still living, even if you weren’t there by his side

A lot of tears were spilled, voices raised, just like the fateful night you left him, but this time it wasn’t out of anger- it was out of pain. You both were hurting in this situation- you because of having to leave your little brother behind to protect him, and him because you left him and he blamed himself this whole time because of it

“(Y/N) you need to understand that just because you’re the oldest doesn’t mean you get to call the shots, got it?! This isn’t the first time we ran into problems, into dangerous situations and it won’t be the last. But you need to get it through your thick head that we do it together. Stop acting like you’re the only one who has to go through these things alone, because you don’t. It’s never been like that and it sure as hell won’t start today.”

So even though things aren’t exactly back to normal (it felt weird having your little brother sit next to you as an executive too) you got each other back. In a twisted kind of way, the one organization you guys couldn’t stand was the same one that brought you together again

But you wouldn’t be separated anymore. The Port Mafia got what they wanted in the end unfortunately, but so did you and Chuuya

#bsd chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs reader insert #bungou stray dogs x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara

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qsphyxias · 3 years

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hello there , could I pls request headcanons of tanjiro comforting his FTM s/o when he gets dysphoric ?? ( he hasn’t transitioned yet + he can’t wear a binder due to medical reasons )

somewhat self indulgent , apologies for that -

if you’re uncomfortable w/ this request feel free to deny it , I don’t mind and I 100% understand

thank you in advance !! have a wonderful day / noon / night 💞

request ; ^

synopsis ; tanjirou comforting his ftm dysphoric s/o hcs (chest dysphoria comfort)

warnings ; i only watched season 1 and Mugen train, i have yet to start the manga, male he/him reader, chest dysphoria, ftm reader pre-op, fluff, cuddles, sentiment, definitely not proofread, tanjirou being king of all boyfriends

note ; i am extremely sorry for being so late in answering this request but thank you sm for requesting, i love this rq so much, really, i really hope you're doing alright btw

words ; 0.7k +

⊱ ────── {⋅. 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 - 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 .⋅} ────── ⊰

◊ okay so, i had an idea—

◊ this might just be me but, you know how when you're not binding, you tend to hug stuff a lot? i don't speak for everyone so this is just for me personally but i was thinking,

◊ tanjirou is constantly, always carrying nezuko around with no trouble at all, even fighting demons whilst he carries another living person on his back ;

and so, i think that a way tanjirou could help you out with chest dysphoria is just, constantly carrying and hugging you tight — chest to chest.

◊ it's established that tanjirou is strong, thus, tanjirou doesn't mind carrying you anywhere that's safe for both of you. Well, doesn't mind is definitely an understatement ; i meant, he adores it. really, what reason would he have to not enjoy it? he's carrying his boyfriend close and snug to him nearly 24/7.

◊ he'd be holding you as he writes letters, as he goes on jogs, walks, runs, even as he eats — he also always makes sure to feed you as he eats too, even if you try to refuse, he'd be very firm about it ; nearly scolding? obviously, he doesn't want to intentionally make you uncomfortable, but i guess it's just his nature, having had a loving family that protected and worked hard to take care of each other.

◊ when it's around the daily mealtime, a question he will never ask you, is, "do you wanna eat?" instead it's always, "time to eat!"

◊ i headcanon that tanjirou would hold you almost like how a mom holds a baby, in a way. not a weird way, just a way.

◊ he'd hold you very tight, but not tight enough to constrict your breathing, just tight enough to make sure you feel safe and comfortable. with one hand on the back of your head, so your head is protected, and the other wrapped around your waist ; he believes he can do anything now, and with you by his side... ? by his front!

◊ he is very grateful to have you, to say the least.

◊ on your worst days, you can always count on him to just cuddle you and baby you all day, rubbing your face with his rough hands, playing with your hair, and kissing your eyelids every few seconds to make you forget all about the dysphoria.

◊ occasionally, as he holds you, he'd probably ask you a couple yes or no questions, and some questions like, "is it better?" just so he could keep track of how much better you're feeling and what more he can do for you.

maybe even some reassurances, in a tone that's not quite hushed but in a tone that's somehow so strong and dependable, yet so gentle and kind.

◊ "you're going to be okay. don't listen to the bad thoughts in your head, because you're my special, strong boy, and no matter what form you take, you will always be you. and i will always love that you ; you can count on it."

◊ "you" count ; 8 haha

◊ tanjirou loves you a lot, he makes sure to tell you that daily ; but him telling you that he loves you isn't just a small affectionate greeting or goodbye to him, he truly means it. he loves every bit of you, and though he can only somewhat understand your dysphoria ; he loves you and your body for what it is and what you, yourself, are. it's sounds cliché, but yeah, he loves you inside and out. and in the future, when you are finally able to be in the body you were meant to be in, he'll love that body too.

◊ and if you need him to tell you that 50 thousand times a day to be reassured, so be it ; he will tell you that 50 thousand times a day.

◊ tanjirou is a pretty passionate man, so he's also very passionate about supporting you and your identity, as well as just passionate about you in general.

◊ anyone who even decides to be rude or transphobic to you gets a trademark kamado headbutt and a scolding all the way home.

◊ it takes a lot of willpower for you to keep going even when it all seems a bit pointless or dysphoric ; and by definition, that makes you incredibly strong. at least that's how he sees it.

⊱───── ❝ 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴! ❞ ─────⊰

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years

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hello laura!!! firstly, how are you? I hope you're doing well!! secondly, I know you're super busy so don't even worry about this if you don't want to!! but I was just wondering if I could request langris with a gn! s/o who have just started dating and are still trying to figure each other and the relationship out?

Hiya Kit! I'm good, a bit tired, but things should ease up soon for a moment 😅 I'm not worrying about it, but still thank you for being patient with me 💖

Certainly, Langris doesn't really get enough love in the fandom. I do hope you like this

Pairing: Langris Vaude x gn!reader

Genre: general/fluff

Fanfic type: Oneshot

Length: ~1k

You still weren’t quite sure about how… how exactly this had come to be. Surely having a crush on the vice-captain of Golden Dawn wasn’t that out of the ordinary, even if he seemed rather harsh at times, but to have him reciprocate your feelings was just utterly unbelievable. Even the whole process of confessing and winding up together officially seemed like a fever dream at best.

And now… Well you were a couple, but what… does one do as a couple? He had begun coming by quite often, because out of the two of you, he was the more busy one, so usually it was about figuring out when he had time off in his schedule. And, even if it was you who was assigned a task and couldn’t spend time with him, he knew about it. It was his job to know what was going on in the base after all.

But even the conversations seemed… difficult, not quite stuck, but as if all the words either of you wanted to speak were stuck on a piece of bubble gum, and you needed to pull them off before being able to speak them out. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him, or him to leave, it was just… Where to begin?

“You look marvellous today,” he often complimented, speaking out the words like some handed down, etiquette stated, monotone dialogue, to which you were certain there was a ‘proper’ way of answering.

But what that answer was, you didn’t know.

“And you look very handsome as well,” you replied, meaning it of course, because he was handsome, but still… the compliment was stale and hollow, judging from the way it fell from you.

Everyone else seemed to make it work so easily, and you two were just… wondering about it. And, if you were completely honest with yourself, you were getting sick of it; having to just tip toe around, thinking about what was okay to say and what wasn’t, what was supposed to be said and what wasn’t. You were tired about thinking if there was some ‘proper’ way of being.

But every time you were walking outside with him, and you caught a glimpse of him looking at your hand from the corner of his eye, and then slowly shifting his hand closer to yours, you found a way of calming down that frustration. The way his fingers fumbled to find yours, as if to implore you to let him hold your hand; there was something so… utterly adorable in it, the gentle, quiet motion.

“Hey… Langris..?” You asked one day, after he had taken a hold of your hand.

You could see the faint, soft smile that had decorated his lips turn into that stoic expression he wore more often than not, and look at you. And maybe, maybe you could see a hint of being troubled in his eyes, perhaps even fear. It was as if in that moment, he was afraid of being shot down, of being denied of love. And what spoke more of that sentiment was the way his hold of your hand grew tighter.

“Are you… expecting me to be a certain way in this relationship?” The question was weird, but you didn’t really know how else to put it.

“No, what got that thought into your head,” he half scoffed, half said as a shadow of a pout rose to his lips.

“Because it’s like… when we talk, we don’t really even talk.”

His head was turned to the side, even if only a little bit, but his eyes turned to you after a small pause. “What do you mean with not talking? What qualifies as talking then?”

“Like… I … want to know about your day. I want to know what makes you happy. I want to know what’s your favourite ice cream flavour. What makes you sad? What was your favourite place to visit as a kid? What was your favourite book and why? You know, stuff like that. I want to know you. Not hear some lines from some noble play I’m suppose to be in without knowing the script.” Telling him that was a gamble, because there very well was the possibility of him taking it the wrong way. But. It was all or nothing at this point.

His brows turned into a frown and his mouth opened, but then he halted. A few seconds ticked away as he thought about it, and he couldn’t, with good conscience, claim that your talks hadn’t felt forced, because there hadn’t been a real topic of discussion. And he didn’t want something like that, yet another forcefully stuck-up conversation he had to have, which was far to common in the noble circles.

He did want something real.

“Okay…” he finally whispered; his face turning back into that pout.

His hand begun slipping away from you, as if he wanted to apologize to you, feeling undeserving of being able to hold you hand.

But you squeezed his hand back, telling him that it was alright. He didn’t need to back away in defeat, or shame of not doing better up until this point. You were both still figuring it out, but what mattered was figuring it out together.

“So,” you began while starting to walk forward again, still keeping your hand in his and tugging him with you as a result. “What’s your favourite ice cream flavour?”

Perhaps it was a silly question to start with, but you didn’t care at this point. You really wanted to know. You really wanted to start getting to know him, as himself. And you were damned if you weren’t going to make him know you as you. Because the door swings both ways; simple, really. If you stopped to think about it. The only way to get to know a person, is to open up, and let them know the real you.

#langris x reader #langris vaude x reader #black clover fanfiction #black clover oneshots

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Tales From Bingo Night

AFAB!Reader x Jeon Wonwoo

Word Count: 1917

Contents: handjob, outdoor sex, cum eating

[10:32]

It was quiet as the docks and canoe shed came into view through the dark. You weren’t sure what to say to Wonwoo. The act itself you were fine with but Wonwoo and you had fallen into a comfy friendship and this felt weird. Did he think it was weird too? He was usually pretty awkward when the topic of your sexual exploits came up. You didn’t think he’d want to be stuck doing this.

“You know, we don’t actually have to do this,” you started, not looking at him. Wonwoo didn’t respond so you continued. “Like it’s just a stupid thing on a scavenger hunt. And I can probably get Yanan to do it later anyway, we still have about an hour and a half. So if you don’t want to, I’m okay with that.”

“Are you okay with it?” He finally said.

“I- y-yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

You saw his shoulders shrug out of the corner of your eye. “You seem kinda stressed about it. It’s not something you have to do. You know that sentiment goes for you too, right?”

“I- Yeah I know,” you mumbled. “I mean it feels a little strange but I just didn’t expect us to end up in this situation at all this summer.”

Wonwoo slowed as you rounded the shed, looking at the woods between the shed and the edge of the lake. “Yeah I- that makes sense. But, I don’t know, it’s kind of weird but it’s alright. I mean unless you’re terrible at giving handjobs.”

You let out a little laugh, releasing some of your nervous energy. “Okay, hey, I’m good at them. You’ll be satisfied so no need to worry about that.”

“If not I’ll just tell the team you suck and Yanan and Yoohyeon will tell everyone else,” you could see his grin through the darkness.

“Alright, I take it you’re game then,” you snorted. “Do you know how you want to prove it?”

“Hongseok said be appropriate so he’s just going to have to take my word for it.”

“Good to know my reputation rests on a hand job in the woods.”

Wonwoo chuckled as he plopped down in the grass, resting back on his elbows. “You have been talking yourself up to me so…”

“Bragging really isn’t becoming,” you muttered as you kneeled next to him. Your fingers played with the hem of your shorts for a moment while you looked down at his body. “Are you alright if I just start? Do you want me to like, kiss you or something?”

Wonwoo seemed to think about his answer for a moment. “Either is okay. Do you wanna make out?”

“I- uh, maybe? I don’t know, I feel like I usually don’t think this hard about it.” You brought your hands to the waist of his shorts. Your fingers fumbled with the button and zipper.

“Having trouble?” He chuckled.

“Shut up, it’s dark,” you whined, though knowing there was a slight laugh in your voice. You started to shift his shorts down his hips.

“Do you always do it with the lights on?” He questioned.

“Are you going to ask annoying questions the whole time?” You shot back.

“Only if I’m bored,” he chuckled. You stuck your tongue out at him which drew a laugh from him. Your fingers curled around the hem of his boxers and you dropped your gaze down, away from his face, taking in the sight of his cock instead and trying to swallow back your awkward feelings. If anything his joking was keeping you calm. You started to wrap your hand around his cock.

“You’re not just going in dry, are you!?” He cried, a little too loud for your liking.

“Shhhh, shut up,” you hissed. “And… no, I wasn’t.” You pulled your hand away to spit on it.

“And you told me you were good at this,” he muttered.

“I am,” you said. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I’m not convinced.”

You rolled your eyes before taking his cock into your hand again. Slick with your spit it slid easily. You pumped him in slow movements, listening and checking around you for anyone coming closer. The only sound around you was the small waves crashing along the shore and owls hooting in the distance. Any din of people was too far away for anyone to see you.

He grew harder in your hand as the seconds ticked past. Your fingers teasing the underside of his head, the tip, not moving too fast though you knew your time was limited. You kept your movements slow and even.

Wonwoo let out a quiet sigh and you finally ventured to look at him properly again. His body was relaxing more into the ground, sinking into his shoulders. His eyes had fallen closed and the soft breeze ruffled the hair across his forehead.

“See,” you murmured. “I’m not bad at this.”

“You’re alright,” he hummed.

“I’m still getting you warmed up,” you scoffed. “It gets better.”

“Oh does it?” He asked nonchalantly.

“I have half a mind to work you up and not make you cum,” you grumbled, still loud enough for him to hear and laugh.

“Do we get less points if I don’t cum?”

“I-” your hand slowed as you thought. “I don’t know how they’re grading this.”

“Wait, go back to what you were doing,” he said.

You brought your focus back to the task at hand but the ghost of a smirk was curling your lips. “So you do like it.”

Wonwoo opened one eye to look at you. “Well it doesn’t feel bad.”

You shifted yourself, straddling one of his thighs before leaning down and letting more spit drool onto his cock. Even more slick, your fingers moved more easily and you gripped him a little tighter while taking up a steady pace.

When you sat up to look at him he was staring at you, lips parted and letting out the smallest of huffs.

“Did you think I was going to start using my mouth,” you teased.

“I-I- no that’s not-”

“Do you want me to?”

“Shut up,” he mumbled. “I have permission to not use my brain right now.”

“Not really permission if you do it all the time,” you chuckled.

“I-” Wonwoo let out a moan instead as you squeezed his cock tighter in your hand, twisting your wrist as you stroked him.

“I didn’t peg you as a noisy one,” you teased.

“I- just- let me enjoy myself,” he said, a breathiness entering his tone. You leaned towards him a bit, now watching as pleasure started to show on his features. Your free hand trailed over the top of his thigh before you moved up his body, pushing his shirt up.

“Wh-What are you doing?” he asked.

“Just relax, will you?” you said. “I am doing a good job is what I’m doing.”

“You’re doing j-” you dragged your nails slightly down his stomach as your thumb played with the most sensitive part of his head again. “O-Okay, yeah you’re d-doing good.”

You smiled to yourself smugly as you went back to pumping his cock, a little more quickly and roughly. Your nails trailed over his skin and the night breeze that blew past your drew goosebumps up along his skin. Wonwoo let out more huffs and quiet moans and you felt his hips starting to press up into your hand.

You pulled back just a bit, slowing your movements and catching him eyeing you. “Come on,” he groaned.

“You want me to go faster?” you asked innocently.

“We’re- We don’t have time-”

You chuckled, leaning a little closer to him. “You would be fun to edge, you know that?”

Wonwoo started to sputter. And even in what little light you had you could see the colour on his cheeks at your comment. You still obliged him though, moving your hand now much faster than he was expecting and wrapping your hand around his cock tighter. You added a twist to your movement and Wonwoo let out a moan that was way too loud.

You slammed a hand over Wonwoo’s mouth, hovering over him and meeting his eyes. “Shhhhh, being that loud is going to get us caught,” you hissed.

Wonwoo answered you with a muffled moan and you took in his expression as he did. His eye lids had grown heavy and his gaze was a little hazy, though now focused on you with you being so close. You kept a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet as your other hand kept it’s quick pace and he started to press and rock his hips up to meet your hand.

“Are you close?” you hummed, this time with no teasing. Wonwoo nodded, trying to keep his gaze locked with yours.

“Are you going to be quiet?” you asked. He shook his head and as much as you wanted to sigh, a smirk tugged at your lips instead.

“If I knew you were this loud I would have brought a gag,” you hummed. Wonwoo let his eyes flutter shut but his moaning continued as you leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“I didn’t know you would be this much fun. I’ll have to take you way out in the woods where no one can hear us. And now we have those condoms. I can ride you and you can be as loud as you like.”

Wonwoo let out a moan, loud even with you muffling him, and his hips bucked up as he came. You felt the hot cum running over your hand as you kept pumping his cock, feeling more pour out with each pulse of his cock until one of his hands grabbed your wrist shakily.

“Okay,” he said breathlessly as you took your hand away, “Okay I’m good.”

“Well, almost,” you said, pulling your hand away and looking for somewhere to wipe it. But you didn’t want cum on your clothes and you didn’t want your hand wiping through the dirt so you did the only thing you could think of and stuck your fingers in your mouth.

When you met Wonwoo’s gaze you found him frozen, blushing hard, and watching you as you sucked his cum off your hand.

“Y-You- u-uh-”

You rolled your eyes as you pulled your fingers out and licked some of the cum off the back of your hand. “It’s the easiest way to clean up.”

“I-I yeah th-that makes sense.”

You looked down at his cock, still coated in his own cum before looking up at him. “Be quiet.”

“Why? What are y- oh,” He let out a shaky, quiet moan as you dragged your tongue along his cock, catching the cum on your tongue. His hips twitched from sensitivity and you moved as gently as you could, finishing by sucking the tip into your mouth before you brought your face up to meet his, fingers grabbing the hem of his boxers.

You were met with Wonwoo’s hands grabbing your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss that was much sweeter and needier than you could have expected. You froze as you processed what he was doing and as quickly as he had pulled you in he let you go, staring back at you wide eyed.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said faintly. “I didn’t- I-I shoul-”

“We should go find the group,” you said quickly, jumping to your feet.

“Y-Yeah we should,�� Wonwoo mumbled shakily, tugging his shorts up.

#this is one of my fav smuts ive written in a while #its so much more fun writing for actual characters #camp north star au #cns au #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #wonwoo imagines #jeon wonwoo imagines #wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo smut

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Pact Marks/Blessings/Blood Pact | Undateables

Request: pact marks with the undatables!

Word Count: 2083 words

Page Count: 5.8 pages

A.N. you guys loved the last one so here are the undatables!

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[ D E M O N B R O T H E R S ]

[ P A C T S ]

Diavolo

Diavolo would most likely have the largest and most intricate pact mark, and you would need to place it on a large space, so your thigh would be the best option for him. He had it spaced out a bit, so it could take up the entire thing, so each detail would not only be seen, but traced carefully on long nights together. When you call for him it glows a deep carmine, with a black mist rising from the golden outline, it freaks the brothers out sometimes because they think you're catching fire at times.

Whenever you sit next to him, with exposed thighs or not, he'll have a soft but firm grip on you, almost pull your leg closer to him at times and your almost sliding out the chair- much to Lucifer's dismay and Barbatos's amusement. His mark trails down his spine, it ties in with his own demon markings, and is the only one that glows white on his body. It means a lot in the Devildom for its prince to have such a bond, especially with a human, so it takes not only an intense amount of trust, but the knowledge that you'd stay by his side.

On long days, he'll lay on you in bed, shirtless, and have you just trace the new mark for as long as he can. It's relaxing and just helps him clear his mind, get his thoughts in order, so you'll often see the mark glow as he mumbles to himself. Moments like this are common but build on a deep respect you need to hold for one another, and realize that he can't tell you everything just yet, the truth comes at its own pace and Diavolo only hopes that he could tell you in moments like these.

Moments like these he would expose his heart to you, his soul, where the marks you two had would be held by one another, and he would spill the truths of the Devildom to you- the ones passed down only to those in the royal line or who marry into it, truths not even Barbatos or Lucifer know, just you and him.

Making a pact with Diavolo means you'd accept not only ruling with him, but the intensity of his situation, from dealing with his father to keeping the Devildom itself stable, a pact is only the beginning of a long and extended life with him.

Barbatos

Barbatos would place his pact mark somewhere where only he can see, a treat only he can enjoy, so he would place it on the inside of your thigh, high up and just shy of touching the most intimate parts of you. He shares everything about himself with someone- his time and energy with Diavolo and Lucifer for example- so when he has these moments alone, with you, he allows himself to do what demons are good at.

He indulges. He allows himself to keep something for him. So this pact with you, it allows some control, some sort of intimacy that he longs for. He wants it to be just him and you with this pact. Solomon was a tricky one- you are the everything. When attending RAD, he'll pull you into the empty student council office and hold you, sometimes leading to more intimate moments of a lustful nature. You've expected this, from seeing how touchy demons can be with their pact marks (*cough*MAMMON*cough*), and entering a relationship would only fuel his hunger for you.

He would hold the same sentiment when it comes to his own mark from you, placing it somewhere for him to enjoy and admire, though he didn't mind SOME attention on it. He would place it under his navel, since his usual stance as a butler has him always placing a hand on the area, he can touch his own mark without it seeming suspicious. He may have to give himself to Diavolo for extended amounts of time, unable to see you, so he'll move off for a bit and activate the mark. It glows a snowy white and he'll focus, let you feel the ghost of his touch, either in your hair or wrapping his arms around you.

Making a pact with Barbatos means you will support him when he is done being the support, loving and allowing him to be true to his nature, after all, helping run the Devildom is hard work especially when he needs to share so much of his time.

You allow him some peace of mind, alone, just you and him. You're his heart, the one he thought was lost long ago, alive and beating- only for you.

[ B L E S S I N G S ]

Simeon

Simeon gives a blessing to you when he sees you need some guidance, a time where you really are questioning yourself and the things around you, so this would be after Belphie had killed your old body and you now are in this universe's body. You had confided in him about feeling displaced, like an impostor in your own body, and there were differences from your original timeline that changed some relationships with the brothers. Some had been more threatening than their original counterparts and vice versa, some of your Little D's were not greed and gluttony, but wrath and sloth.

It felt like your mind was going to break from the small and subtle differences. He decided that night, to give you a blessing, the blessing of Psychokinesis. Your soul can now change things in the physical realm if you focus enough, this can be from talking with spirits to mind control and energy healing. He knows you won't misuse the gift he's given you, and he knows you focus on the healing aspect of the blessing, which he helps you with when you're free.

The mark is gold, literally, it's like someone melted gold onto your skin. It's placed on your forehead, in the shape of an eye, and can only be seen if you allow it to be seen. You asked him why and he only responds in inexplicable tones, leaving you with more questions than answers, but you thought it had something to do with angels usually having extra eyes.

His blessing for you appears on his tanned hand, the gold accenting his skin beautifully, his palm always moving in a much more delicate manner- due to treating it with care. He allows himself to care for you, to love you in a deeper way to comfort you, pressing innocent and loving kisses to your forehead, watching the mark flare up from his touch before calming down. When he touches you, for any reason, his marked hand moves first, needing to comfort and trace you in the most thoughtful way one can imagine.

Simeon giving you a blessing goes both ways, because in his eyes and with his knowledge, you are a blessing to the three realms as well.

Luke

Having a blessing from Luke is honestly the most heartwarming thing, even the brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos are all kinda touched at the nurturing relationship you two have. Like Simeon, Luke would give you a blessing after seeing you in a stressful time, so this would be after he was found by Lucifer and seeing him lose his shit. He saw how you defended him and Beel against Lucifer himself, the fallen Morning Star, the Seraph that no longer has all his wings.

He'd visit you later that night, seeing you have trouble sleeping, and would sit on your bed and hold your hand. He'd know you were scared, he's an angel, he could feel it, but you still defended him and kept him safe. He realized how much he looked up to you and cared for you in that moment. He saw you as a guardian, in a literal and figurative way, which is why he wanted to do something for you in return.

He would give you the blessing of truth, in which you could detect any and all lies when you wished, and that any lies would never harm you. Say Asmodeus is calling you unworthy of beauty? It would never hit your self esteem. You know how Mammon says he could care less about what would happen to you? This demon would be devastated. Diavolo says he isn't stressed and is feeling just so amazing? Please give the man a hug.

He didn't want people to hurt you with something as flimsy as words, you deserved to know the truth and deserved to be happy, so his golden mark is on your eyes. They glow a deep gold that rivals Diavolos, and he always says you look your best when you leave them like that, because then everyone knows you have some celestial beings on your side! You only can chuckle and shake your head at his antics, ruffling his hair before telling him to calm down just a bit, you were sure no one would bother you. His mark appears on his own eyes as well, he says he loves it when you two match! Tried to get Simeon to have his eyes glow more as well, it's the three of you after all, maybe if he convinces Solomon to use a spell on his own eyes then it's a family affair!

Having a blessing from Luke means he looks up to you and only wants the best for you, so of course he'd give you the best blessing he can at his level, be sure to expect more when he grows as an angel.

[ B L O O D P A C T ]

Solomon

You two made a blood pact pretty early into coming into the Devildom, you had been hanging out a lot by that time, and he brought up the idea. You heard about blood pacts, assuming only crazy people made them or weird cultists, but he showed you there could be a magical aspect to it.

Since humans are "weaker beings" when it comes to a physical and power stance, they make up for it in magic, their bodies are weaker but their souls are stronger and brighter. Why do you think the most powerful magic users are human? They're batteries for that shit! He'd make sure you knew everything that came with making a blood pact, from feeling each other's thoughts and emotions to being able to create magic stronger than the both of you, the pros and cons of each- but goddammit he made a good case for each.

You'd be sitting on his bed facing one another, each holding out your left hands, a dagger crafted for occasions like these held in his right. The pact was made for keeping you two together, always going to be in each other's lives from there on out, after all, these pacts tie souls together for only eternity.

You realized that day, Solomon, if he wasn't a wildly powerful sorcerer, would make a great salesman. After making the pact, you'd often tease him about it, to which he would use said pact to tickle you or do some rather... scandalous things. He lives for the moments when you lean back on his chest, and he would take your scarred palm in his, and he would lightly trace over the newly enforced flesh. He'd allow his palm to flatten out on you and let you feel his own scar, but if you were to take his hand in yours and kiss his knuckles before leaving an extra long one on his mark, the boy just m e l t s.

Making a blood pact with Solomon would mean getting a tattoo to seal the deal, you'd get a white owl and he would get a black sheep, you both decide to get them on matching spots where a pact mark won't interfere with- possibly behind your ears or right under your hairlines on the back of your neck. (I highkey fw the theory that the black sheep in the background of the To-Do List is actually MC).

A blood pact with Solomon means staying with him for a long while, either as friends or lovers, it means you'd never leave one another. It's something that's deeper than the "weak" bodies you two hold, it's something that he'd never do with anyone else, no one can hold a candle to your light after all.

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