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hiii 😭 I REALLY LOVE UR GOJO X YN SO MUCHHH 😔😔 I was also wondering like maybe what if y/n has a wound, like any where 🥲 it could be either on her back, arms, legs but she doesn't wanna tell gojo abt it and she hides it, then he will find out about it either she winces when gojo hugs her, starts wearing long sleeved clothes or her shirt lifts up while sleeping 🤧 TYSMM❤❤

strain — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: I am honored that you like my works, love! hope you enjoy this as well 🫶💕🫶 also happy birthday to the man, the myth, the legend: gojo satoru!! (it’s still his birthday in my country so hush I am not late)

you are more than a capable sorcerer. in fact, you are one of the strongest in the field.

however, like anyone else, there are some moments where things get a little out of hand, and you come back bearing a rather long slash on your left arm.

but since it’s pretty late, you decided you will bother shoko about it in the morning. that is how you’re finally in your home, with satoru nowhere to be found.

you frown lightly at the fact that he is still out there fighting curses, but a part of you feels relieved that you don’t have to explain your situation right now.

the night should pass by smoothly, and you will go to shoko tomorrow: a fool-proof plan!

so you do what you can to sanitize the wound, and cover it until you can get it treated properly. you also take the chance to indulge in your favorite snack as a good job treat.

after finishing your food and tidying up for the day, you’re finally in bed, all-cozied up and avoiding anything touching your wound as much as possible.

a deep breathe in, a deep breathe out, and you slowly drift to sleep.

not much time passes before satoru’s familiar footsteps echo throughout the house.

your husband has an abundance of energy.

but it seemed like today’s missions have drained him a bit more than normal, so he skips eating anything and heads straight to your shared bedroom.

his heart softens, and his muscles relax upon the sight of you tucked in bed. he walks to press a small kiss on your forehead, quickly changing into his pajamas and settling right by your side.

he stretches a bit and turns to spoon you as per usual, eyes closing in contentment.

but you wince, even if adeptly, and it sends alarms ringing through his head.

he jerks up, and his hand is instantly placed on your arm again, softly. there is an ever so faint change in your expression as your eyebrows furrow, and he has never pulled his hand away so fast.

he keeps debating in his head whether to wake you up or not, but he swiftly settles for the former.

he needs to know what happened. so he, regrettably, nudges your sleepy form, “y/n?”

you groan, but, nonetheless, you reply, “…what?”

while satoru often likes to base theatrics around his every move and phrase, but he also knows when to get straight to the point, “did you get hurt on today’s mission?”

you’re no longer half-asleep, and you quickly sit up, eyeing your husband. knowing there is no escape nor denial, you fidget with your fingers and nod slowly.

then you hurriedly utter, “but I was going to see shoko first thing in the morning; I promise!”

he nods slowly, holding your hands in his own. you’re left to look him in the eyes. satoru’s eyes being exposed makes him feel so vulnerable, or at least that’s how he is with you.

you can see every wrinkle, and every crease; you can see what he is thinking about in real time. he has long given up hiding anything from you, and, besides, it feels fresh to just let go.

but right now, as you look into his eyes, you see them swarming with confliction, pain, and worry.

he doesn’t scold you about not going right now because he knows that you will tell him that you either thought it wasn’t a big deal or that you didn’t want to bother shoko with it.

instead, he settles on a hushed whisper of “can I see it?”

you throw him a confused look, “why? I am getting it treated tomorrow anyway,” then you smile, “it’s not going to permanent if that’s what you’re worried about.”

he shakes his head, “it’s not that; I just—“ he takes a deep breath then looks at you pleadingly, “just let me see it.”

perhaps it’s to silence his thoughts and to show him that you’re truly okay, as okay as you can be.

you’re still alive, and that’s what matters, he thinks. nevertheless, he feels the need to see just how serious is the wound anyway.

reluctantly, you slowly take off your jacket to reveal the poorly bandaged gash on your arm.

he looks up at you, asking for permission because even if he needs to see it for his own selfish reasons, he has to put you above anything and everything else.

you nod, giving the free reign to slowly take off the bandages. you can barely hold back any pained noises, but you can’t help the wincing of your body.

satoru’s frown deepens, and with every move, your husband’s heart aches. it goes like that until the wound is finally unveiled.

you feel satoru observing the cut so intently that you look away. satoru curses everything that he can think of, and never has we wanted the ability to heal others more than right now.

he straightens his back, “that’s a deep cut, y’know.”

“I know…”

“you also realize that the wound could’ve hit your chest and inevitably heart, right?”

you huff, “listen, if you’re going to give me a lecture or keep making me feel bad about it then I will have you know—“

“you could’ve died.”

you notice the strain in his voice, so you turn to finally look eyes with him. he looks pained, so hurt, maybe even terrified at the fact that there was a chance that he could’ve lost you.

your expression immediately becomes that of sympathy, “but I didn’t, and dwelling on the fact that I might’ve died will only bother you for no reason,” you hold his hand, “I am here and alive, aren’t I?”

your husband sighs, resting his head on your right shoulder, “you’re hurting my poor little heart whenever you put yourself in danger like that.”

a giggle escapes your lips, and your hands naturally find their way in his hair, fingers gently carding through, “whatever shall we do.”

“if things went my way then you would just stay home looking all pretty like you always do,” he states, and you roll your eyes.

“well, they’re going my way tonight, so—“ the clock strikes twelve, “happy birthday, silly boy.”

his eyes widen and he pulls away to look you in the face. he blinks dumbly then looks at what’s in your hands: a cupcake with a candle.

a wide grin of unbridled joy appears on your husband’s face. his eyes shimmer in the moonlight as he laughs, “I really didn’t expect it this time!”

“you outdid yourself, pretty girl,” he hums, hand caressing your cheek.

“I still have a lot more things for you,” you beam with pride. satoru can’t contain himself anymore, and he pulls you into a loving embrace.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs beside your ear, pressing a light kiss to the side of your neck.

you pat his back, “I love you too, ‘toru,” you laugh, “but you’re pressing on my wound, and I think I am just going to cry and not because of overwhelming love.”

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seravphs · 1 year

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GUARDIAN ANGEL! GOJO x FEM READER

Kneeling by your bed, rosary wrapped around your knuckles, lips pressed to the burnished rosewood, you pray.

God, please send me another guardian angel.

A blast of static from the TV behind you.

The one you sent me-

“Hey, how does the thing work?” Gojo says, accompanied by loud thumps. You cringe in silence.

He’s strange.

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tags — religion, Gojo has to reckon with the consequences of being the strongest, domesticity, attempted (failed) mugging/attack, Gojo kills a man for you (non graphic), Shoko’s a good friend, bs angel lore, I think of this like a prequel to reader’s villain arc lol, title from closer by nine inch nails

You wake up to a man standing over your bed. Understandably, you scramble backwards, hands over knees over legs over feet, all your limbs tangled together, until you bump into your headboard.

“Hi!” He says cheerily. “Wow, haven’t gotten that reaction in a while, not since- Anyways. I’m Gojo Satoru, your guardian angel. Please make breakfast, it’s 12 pm already and I’m starving. Your sleep habits are terrible.”

You shake, terrified. Nothing he said has gone through your brain.

“Um, hello? Deep breaths now. It’s really not that serious, can you stop that? Hellooooo,” he’s snapping his fingers in front of your face, trying to get through to you.

You panic and bat his hand away, but if you can touch him, that means he’s real. You’re not dreaming. There’s a strange man in your house calling himself your guardian angel. You try to pull yourself together enough to make a coherent sentence. What comes out is:

“Um. Guardian angel. What?”

“You don’t believe me,” he says.

You’ve heard it can be dangerous for people suffering from delusions to be forcefully brought out of their dreams. “No,” you say carefully. “I’m sure this is all a big understanding.”

“No, that’s okay,” he laughs. “I love getting to do this.”

Massive wings unfurl from his back. It’s a strange sight. The air seems to ripple around them, iridescent ebbs and flows of the universe to make space for the impossible. They seem to sprout right out of his shoulder blades.

It’s undeniable, irrefutable proof. Your brain can’t process this. It goes back to sleep.

You wake up to the smell of bacon burning in the kitchen.

Gojo hums as he cooks, his wings out. You’re almost worried they’ll get caught in the flames when suddenly you have something much more real to worry about.

“Ow!” He’s about to stick his finger into his mouth when you intervene, scolding him without even thinking about it.

“That’s dangerous! Don’t put your hands in your mouth, especially not if you’ve been cooking. Come here,” you tug him over to run his hands under the faucet.

“Who's the guardian angel again?” He teases, amused.

You answer him with another question. “Why are you cooking, anyways?”

“You’re starving me! It’s so late and you haven’t made breakfast yet - you know I could report you to the authorities for angel abuse, right?”

Somehow, you don’t believe him. There may very well be a division in heaven’s bureaucracy dedicated to looking after angels, but something about Gojo is just on the edge of unbelievable, like if you blink too hard, it might disappear without a trace. It’s the wings, probably.

You’re good at compartmentalizing, so you ignore all of the normal reactions someone would have to an angel randomly appearing in your apartment to instead make breakfast. Gojo already burned your favorite pan, so you stick it in the sink to soak while you rummage around for your second best set. Then you check the fridge. You’re out of butter and eggs. There are just two pieces of bacon left. Is it presumptuous to ask your angel to run errands with you?

You poke your head out of the fridge to look at Gojo, staring remorsefully at the burnt remains of his once-was-an-egg. He’s nursing the cut on his finger.

“Do you want to go grocery shopping?”

He smiles at you, slow and syrupy and-

He can’t do that. He’s beautiful as it is, as if God took extra time crafting him. Smiling only makes his beauty all the more painful, tugging at the strings of your heart. His snow white hair curls against the nape of his neck, a ruthlessly cute detail you notice when he tilts his head at you.

“I would love to. What’s grocery shopping?”

Introducing Gojo to the modern world is an exercise in both patience and childish wonder. There’s so much he doesn’t know. He tells you the last time he’s been on Earth was somewhere back in the 90’s.

“Like 1990? That’s pretty recent,” you remark.

“Like 90 CE.”

He’s delighted by everything, even the simplest of snacks, and begs you to add them to your cart. Ramune impresses him to no end. He’s enthralled by the taste of ice cream after the nice worker gives him a sample. You might really be reported to the Bureau of Angel Abuse at this point - all he’s interested in is junk food. It takes a while to finally wrangle him away from everything. In a way, it’s your fault because you hesitate to refuse an angel anything, and Gojo wants it all. You only manage to get him to agree to go home once you’ve tired him out.

There was a sense of reverence, at first.

There’s an angel living in your home. It’s hard to imagine getting used to that. Walking into the bathroom to the sight of Gojo brushing his teeth shirtless, his wings out, is a sight that will never get old. He manages to transform even the mundane into the divine. The sunlight strikes his hair at just the right angle to glow, giving him a faux-halo.

“Good morning,” he smiles. “I think I used up all your toothpaste.”

By day seven, you’ve wised up to Gojo’s tactics. If you don’t say no to anything, he’ll steamroll right over you, so you have to grow a backbone.

“Oh, Christ? Yeah, we’re old pals. We go wayyyyy back.”

“Please be quiet while I’m trying to pray.”

“We’re in the same therapy group, actually. He texts me all the time for advice-“

“Gojo. Shut. Up.”

He’s silent for all of a minute before he pipes up again. “I don’t think capital G up there would appreciate that.”

You have never missed a day of prayer in your life. No temptation has been able to sway you from your duties. Hunger, thirst, and pain all were swept away in the face of your faith. Were you seriously about to start now, being annoyed to death by a particularly useless angel?

The best solution to Gojo is always to ignore him. He needs attention like flowers need water.

Without it, he stalks off to sulk.

It’s night by the time he returns. He’s flying, which you usually don’t allow him to do, but you’ve driven out to a more remote, private church to pray. It’s owned by an old family friend, who handed you the keys without question. Half of this is for you, to experience god in the sanctity of nature, and half is for Gojo. You hate seeing him cooped up. Part of you feels like you’ve chained him down. You’re a trap in the form of a human, made to keep him grounded.

He touches down next to you, hair slicked to his forehead in sweat. When he stretches his arms, his wings move simultaneously. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look more alive. He loves nothing like he loves flying, and you’re inclined to agree.

Maybe you’ll let him take you for another ride tonight. You love the feeling of the wind against your face, the sight of the landscape beneath you when he takes you up, the feeling in your stomach when he tucks his wings in and free-falls for fun. You’re not scared. Gojo would never let anything happen to you.

You might ask, later. Now, you send him off to the car ahead of you while you lock up. He’s cheerful as he heads off, whistling merrily. You’re glad flying has improved his mood. It’s equally painful for you whenever he’s upset with you. Perhaps it's simply a side effect of being a guardian angel .

The key is in the door when you feel the first hint of danger.

“All the money in your pockets, ma’am.”

Polite, for a thief.

“You’re not from around these parts.” He says as you spin around. “Should’ve known better than to go wandering around these woods alone. Whatever happens next is on you, sweetheart. If only you’d been a little more careful.”

He has a knife.

“What do you want? Money? You can have it.” It doesn’t matter much to you. As long as he leaves before Gojo comes back.

“Sometimes, ma’am, men don’t want anything but a thrill.”

Then he lunges at you, presses you against the wall, and pins you with a knife to your throat.

“Don’t scream now. No one would hear you anyways.”

He’s wrong about that part.

You hear him coming up the path before you see him.

“What’s taking you so long?” Gojo whines. “I wanna go home and watch Love Island already-oh.”

“Run!” Gojo might be an angel, but you’ve seen him cut himself making toast. He can bleed like any other man, gold ichor, yes, but blood still. You don’t want to see him hurt.

Instead, he sizes up your assailant, unfurls those beautiful wings - they always take your breath away - and in one swift move, simply tears you from his grasp. It’s faster than you can blink.

The man makes a muffled sound of fear and shock as Gojo seems to blink back into existence. You know he’s only moving too fast for your brains to comprehend.

“Stay here,” he deposits you on the grass behind him. It’s scorched, burned black from the temperature of his wings.

He turns up the heat. You didn’t think it was possible, but he was clearly holding back. The air seems to melt around him, heat waves shimmering off his skin, his white feathers. They glow with an otherworldly light, radiating heat.

You didn’t know true glory until this moment, and it frightens you. All other versions of blue fade in favor of Gojo’s eyes - a single, unyielding truth. He is a piece of heaven on earth, burning up. His anger is righteous. Holy. His true nature melts away his human appearance.

He’s a seraph, one of the highest order of angels.

You’ve never seen him fight before, don’t know how he gets his weapons or where he puts them. It just appears out of thin air. He carries a flaming sword in one hand, its pommel is white marble, its blade glass. Contrary to common belief, his voice doesn’t boom. In fact it’s all the more threatening because it is soft, a whisper so clearly heard it defies the laws of the world just because it can.

He raises the sword like an executioner and judge all in one.

You barely have time to close your eyes in horror when you realize what he’s about to do.

Real angels are not like the watered down, commercialized ones you can find today in any young adult TV show. Real angels are bloody. Real angels are the hand of God, ruthless and violent.

Real angels have no mercy.

You open your eyes again when you feel the now familiar heat on your skin.

He’s standing before you, beaming. It’s clear he expects praise. In heaven, it might’ve been given to him.

You can only stare at him in fear, not awe.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He steps closer, his burning wings flapping. “It’s okay. I got rid of him. You’re safe now.”

You’re ashamed a split second after it happens because it’s so pathetic, but you can’t help it. Your animal instincts react instinctively to the threat, sending you skittering back on your palms and ass away from him.

He freezes. His wings remain moving. Perhaps, like a shark and its gills, he simply can’t stop.

“You’re afraid of me,” he says, stunned. “Why are you afraid of me?”

The heat from his wings is baking your face. You’re afraid if you speak, your skin will crack. Still, Gojo shows no signs of leaving you alone. If anything, he’s about to get closer.

“Stop,” you squeak. You throw out your hands in front of you like the world’s most useless shield. Your eyes are watering from looking into his radiance.

Helpless, Gojo does something he hasn’t done since he was just a newborn angel.

He asks for help.

Shoko Ieri looks nothing like him, so that answers one question you’ve always had. Gojo tells you she’s another angel, although you don’t see her wings past the first minute you’ve met. After Gojo summons her to the scene and she catches the way you look at him, she keeps them carefully folded in.

She helps you into the passenger seat when you can’t make your legs move to walk back to your car. You won’t let Gojo touch you, feeling torn at the look on his face when you flinch back from him.

He’s sitting on a stool at the island while Shoko checks you over for injuries in the kitchen. There’s no major damage, just the after effects of shock and adrenaline working through your system.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” He says, hurt and confused.

“You fucking idiot. You colossal blockhead. You-“ Shoko pauses, not because she’s run out of things to say, but because she has too many. “It’s not about you, right now, okay? I know it’s hard for you to get your head out of your ass, but can you at least try to be supportive?”

Gojo makes a noise like he wants to protest, but you shift your weight and that draws his attention back to you. The look on your face makes him fall silent.

Shoko leaves after she’s completed her examination, though she doesn’t leave you helpless.

“Do you want to come with me?” She says, carefully. “I understand if you don’t want to be left alone with him right now.”

You shake your head.

“Listen, I know Gojo scared you. I’m sorry. He shouldn’t have. He’s always been too reckless - ugh. The stories I could tell you. But I promise you, he will never hurt you - not just because he cares about you, but because he’s literally not allowed to. He’s your guardian angel.”

“I know,” you say, and that’s the end of that.

There’s an uncomfortable silence after Shoko leaves. You’re not sure how to navigate the once easy relationship between you and Gojo now. Always unable to keep still, he breaks the silence first.

“Do you want to talk about it now?” He says softly. Everything about him is dulled, even the gleam of his brilliant hair. He’s back within his human skin, even more modestly than before, as if he has taken care to seal up every crack that his true nature could spill out of.

You choose your first question carefully. “Why has the lord sent a seraph to watch over me?”

Seraphs are the highest level of the hierarchy of angels. They maintain the order of the world, fulfilling God’s will. For one to have come to you-

True horror is sinking in. You love your saints. You worship them devoutly, knowing each story by heart. You could trace a path through the church library of all the books you’ve read on them, giving the history of each spine.

You do not want to be one of your saints.

Joan of Arc died at 19. Saint Agatha was canonized for being tortured violently.

By sending you such a strong protector, your lord may be condemning you to die young, but that’s not why you cry. You cry because you are too weak to fulfill his command.

Life is sweet. You don’t want to give up the taste of tart oranges on your tongue, the feeling of the babbling creek over your feet, the songs of the birds in the morning. You don’t want to give up Gojo’s wake up calls, or the feeling of flying.

All these selfish, worldly pleasures should mean nothing to you when faced with the lord’s call, and yet-

You resent it still.

You’re so confused by it all. Why were you given such a burden and told nothing about it? What does any of it mean?

“I don’t know. I’m sorry. We don’t get told anything but who we were assigned to.”

“Okay,” you say.

“That’s it? Okay? I scare the shit out of you, and all you have to say is okay?”

“Gojo, I don’t want to fight anymore. Let me just go to bed, please.”

You’re woken up not by the light of Gojo’s halo, as you’ve gotten used to when he comes to your room demanding breakfast, but by the sun. The curtains are open, and sunbeams stream in over your pillow.

Gojo is in the kitchen making - not burning - breakfast. He doesn’t turn when you pad into the kitchen on slippered feet, but you know he knows you’re there. You’re feeling much better. Sleep has refreshed you from the major shock to your system last night, and now you feel almost half bad for your reaction to him. He only wanted to help you, after all.

It’s not his fault he’s strong. At the end of the day, he’s just another gear in the universe, like you. Neither of you are important enough to be privy to the greater, divine plan, not even a seraph. You shouldn’t have snapped at him. You’re in this together.

You stand on tiptoe behind him to peer over his shoulder into the pan.

“I’m making you breakfast,” he says. Is it just you, or does he seem almost shy?

What an impact you’ve had on him. Your heart breaks. You’ve only known him to be bold and uncaring of human customs like politeness. You didn’t think it would upset you to see him learn manners, and yet-

It’s a consequence of your rejection last night, as if he’s worried you’ll pull away again. This isn’t what you wanted, ever.

“We should talk,” you say.

“Yeah. We should.” He still won’t turn around, avoiding eye contact.

Before you can speak, he blurts out, “ Do you not want me to be your angel anymore?”

“Of course not,” you say, reaching out for him. He’s hesitant to let you pull him closer, take his hands in yours. “Gojo, why would you think that?”

“You’re scared of me,” he says, almost petulantly, like a sulking child. “You don’t like me anymore.”

“Gojo,” you can think of nothing to say but his name. Sweet Gojo. Selfish Gojo. Gojo, who you’ve gotten used to having around. Gojo, who has infiltrated your life and now thinks to leave like you can kick him out like that. Like you would. Gojo, who you’re fond of in a way you can’t articulate, despite the way he takes and takes from you. Gojo, who you’re willing to keep, despite everything.

Gojo, who you care about, enough to want him to stay.

Gojo, who cares about you, enough to want to leave.

He takes this like a rebuff and wrenches his hands out of yours.

You grab his face and forcefully drag his attention back to you. His eyes are wild like a trapped animal, but there’s no sign of fire. He’s carefully dampened any kind of godliness in him.

“Oh, Gojo. Please don’t. I want you with me, I promise. I would never ask you to leave.”

“You don’t have to,” he says grimly. A soldier to the end. He knows how to do the hard things. Sometimes, you have to cut the rot out before the wound festers.

“I am scared of you - please don’t make that face. You’re breaking my heart.”

“Your heart? What about mine?” He bristles.

“I trust you. Let me prove it. Take your wings out again. Show me your true self.”

“After seeing how you reacted?” He scoffs, turning defensive. You’ve exhausted his goodness, and now his emotions are getting the better of him, making the situation ugly. But you knew this would happen.

You know him.

And you know how to deal with him.

“Come on,” you say. “Think of it like exposure therapy.”

“I don’t want to see you look at me like that again,” he admits.

“I know you won’t hurt me,” you say. “Please. Do you trust me?”

He ends up on the ground cross legged, his wings spread, back to you. His wings are fiery, but carefully controlled. He won’t burn you.

You start small, running your hands all over his wings. They rustle underneath your touch like startled animals. When you tug gently at the ends, extending them to their full length, you realize how monstrous his wingspan truly is. From tip to tip, they’re larger than a grown man is tall. Your fingers creep along the thin ridge of his radius, deceptively thin beneath your fingers. If you didn’t know better, it would snap easily with just the barest hint of pressure.

He makes a small noise. You jerk back, worried you’ve actually bent the bone, but he’s fine. He pushes his wings back under your hands like a puppy seeking attention.

From the radius, you trail along the top edge to his metacarpus, then down to his feathers, all the way back to his scapula. From there, it’s only a few inches over to his actual shoulder blades. He shudders when you touch him there, your fingertips lightly grazing over the bone. You press down gently. His muscles flex under your skin, tense and wound up.

You realize that he's been suspiciously quiet for a while. He’s too still, as if he’s purposely holding himself in place. Have you hurt him without knowing? Would he tell you if you had?

“Gojo?” You pull your hands away from his wings and he shudders as if he’s been burned. “Look at me.”

He won’t turn, so you grab him by the chin and force his head up so you can look him in the face. Even down on the floor like this, he’s tall. His face is pink, his eyes wide like he’s been stunned. He looks almost like he’s in pain.

“What’s wrong? Why didn’t you say anything? Does it hurt?” You fret over him.

“Doesn’t,” he says hoarsely. “Feels too good.”

You freeze. It’s this sight of an angel in all his celestial grace wrecked by your touch, brought down by just the brush of your fingers, that makes you realize it.

It feels good to have an angel at your feet.

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vrisrezis · 8 months

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Guys this is au where suguru isn’t insane cuz in my mind he deserves eternal happiness and to be surrounded by people that love him and to live a long life and- yea anyways basically au where that didn’t happen and kuroi and Riko r actually fine

Also reader is considered to be on equal footing with geto and gojo, fellow “strongest” if you will :p

Also this was originally short hcs on how geto woos his stoic crush but I got carried away

Not proof read made this at like 3 am alr I’m so tired and sick and insane and this is probably terrible

I am under the believe suguru doesn’t even have to try to woo you, no matter how cold blooded and closed off you can be. Suguru is such a sweet man that it’s hard not to fall in love. No matter how much you try to reject it, it will happen one way or another. That doesn’t mean he knows it, but he will still have that power over you regardless. He has such a sickly sweet laugh, it’s impossible to not stare and admire. It’s impossible to not make your heart race, to not feel that sudden heat on your cheeks that thankfully isn’t noticeable. His genuine smile has you on cloud nine, but your favorite is when he shyly looks away from your hard gaze that never softens, despite how the male makes you feel deep within your very soul. The world will never know how bad you have it for him. Suguru is rather closed off about his affections towards you himself, though not nearly as much. Besides he makes it pretty obvious to you anyway, as you are somebody who has mastered the art of hiding how you truly feel. It’s in your blood to read through any facade, especially somebody you pay such close attention to.

Suguru, at first, is overly polite with a shy smile. The attempts in becoming a friend are certainly there, but he’s not as bold as his best friend is, so it’s a rather slow progression. And honestly, without gojos help, he wouldn’t have been able to form such a close bond with you over time thanks to how extroverted the white haired male can be. Regardless, over time as he grows more comfortable with being your friend, he teases you, he even shows subtle ways of being affectionate, typically through casual, physical touch. A hand or elbow on your shoulder, fixing your hair, etc. though he could be bolder, your general personality drives him away from closer and more intimate touches. He still gets rather shy around you, and when you grow comfortable enough to be in close proximity of him, his cheeks get all red. Which you secretly think is adorable. His general shyness around you indicates his affections towards you as well, he’s constantly left wondering if you can just feel how much his heart constantly pounds around you. Or if you feel his gaze on you during class. He wonders if you appreciate his kind gestures, constantly trying to take you out and buy you food or simply buying you things you’ve learnt to open up to him about enjoying. He wonders if you know how grateful he is and how special he feels, knowing you of all people trust him with things you wouldn’t trust just anybody with, even if it’s something as small as admitting to the games you like playing.

You’re both smitten for eachother, one way or the other. You’re not completely clueless to it like he is, but you’re scared. You’re scared of vulnerability, you’re scared to love another human being. Because that means admitting to weakness. It means admitting that you’ve let another person get the best of you, when you’ve worked you’re entire life trying to be as strong as you possibly could be, to not let a single person in, to only be able to rely on yourself, because you’re the only one that’s trustworthy, letting people in gets you hurt, leaves you broken. All that time, building up those walls, all the pain and abuse and torture you went through, was all broken by some pretty boy in the matter of seconds. And for some god damn reason you welcomed it with open arms. And for some god damn reason, you don’t regret it. You feel the happiest you ever felt. It’s strange, cause before him you think you didn’t even know what happiness really felt like. All you knew was pain, all you knew was people would hurt you if you got too close. A part of you thinks, you were happy because you finally learnt how to love another, and you finally learnt what it felt like to have another love you. You know he loves you for you, not in spite of you. But a part of you, just can’t believe it was so easy, so effortless. Not only to love him, but to be loved. You chased endlessly after your family, to pay attention and to give a damn and for them to show some sign they cared. The day never came. But now you know, that love isn’t something you should bend yourself over backwards for. Love isn’t forced, it is natural. And yet, you felt yourself trying to go back to your old ways, in fear of history repeating itself.

You tried pushing him away, again. After everything that happened with toji, you realized you could lose geto in an entirely new way and you were not willing to go through that again. You needed him away from you, out of your life. You needed to focus on being a jujutsu sorcerer, that was what was most important.

You were exhausted. And it’s no question why.

Once again you are training at a rather late hour, something you seem to have been doing nonstop since you “failed” to deal with toji in time before your two boys nearly died in the process. You were always very hard on yourself for things like these, one of the few things you were pretty open about was your personal failures. Doesn’t matter to you that you were stabbed in the stomach, that you shouldn’t be training, you didn’t care. Things like this never stopped you, why should it now? Besides, you’ve been through worse.

Suguru had tried countless times to get you to stop, this included gojo and even shoko, too. But you didn’t listen. You never listened to them anyway.

But the moment he sees this going on for officially five days straight, he’s had enough.

“Still at it, huh?” he says, but you don’t even bother to stop and look at him. It’s become routine at this point for him to come and try to get you out of this motion you’ve been stuck in. Besides that, you’ve been trying to keep him at arms length. You don’t bother saying anything, putting both your fists out to have your hands let out a particularly smaller fire than what you normally would’ve made. You stop for a brief moment, huffing at the lack of results.

“Maybe some sleep will do you good?” he suggests, but you don’t bother to look at him as you continue your training, seemingly ignoring him. He lets out a sigh, suguru is not one to be stern with you. Out of the two of you, you’re the one that does the scolding, though it’s typically towards gojo, it’s been towards the raven haired male on several occasions, due to his overconfidence in a lot of the situations he’s constantly being put in.

“Don’t push everyone away, y/n.” he says, his voice being the most stable you’ve ever heard it. His voice is firm, rigid, even. “Don’t push me away.”

There’s a moment where you stop, a brief moment, but it’s enough for him to quickly put a hand on your shoulder. You look down, your back facing him. Your hands are clenched in fists in a feeble attempt to make yourself seem strong, to make yourself seem unfazed, unavailable. You don’t need anyone. You don’t need him, either. Why have you suddenly convinced yourself you do? You’ve lived your entire life without him. Why does it suddenly feel like you need him? It’s not fair.

You grit your teeth, but you finally allow him to turn you around.

He finally gets a real good look at you, for the first time in a couple days. He noticed you were losing weight, sleep too, but he didn’t think it got this bad. He lets out a guilty sigh at the pure sight of you, and you hate how it sounds. Like he’s pitying you. But honestly, how can you blame him? You are a pitiful sight. It’s a disgrace to consider yourself one of the strongest.

“Whens the last time you ate?” he finally manages to ask you, “slept?” his voice is laced with concern, but you don’t meet his worried gaze. “Who knows..” you shrug, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “Are you done worrying about me, cuz I have shit to do.” you say, in your usual nonchalant manner. Trying to pull off this facade this late has you exhausted.

You two haven’t been very intimate with one another, but suguru finds his soft hand on your cheek anyway, causing you to look up at the male in front of you. He strokes your cheek with his thumb, “don’t hide from me, please?” he says, “this has been hard for me and satoru too but… even we are learning that we’re okay, what’s got you so messed up over this?”

You look up at him, you don’t push himself way anymore. You accept him with open arms.

“I feel like I failed you all.” you admit. “I feel as though there’s something I could’ve done. The mistakes I made on that mission nearly cost kuroi and rikos lives, I wasn’t good enough. I cannot forgive myself for that.”

He pulls his hand away from your face, you almost want to glare at him for the lack of touch, but he grabs your hands instead. “Jeez..” he says, sounding pretty tired himself. “You’re always too hard on yourself y/n. It was me that practically failed to protect them, you’re the one that saved them, you know. And, if it weren’t for you, that fushiguro wouldn’t even be dead right now. If you’re really beating yourself up over that, please don’t.”

You sigh, looks away from him, “I just don’t … want to fail again. More than anything I don’t want to lose anyone else.”

Suguru seems to take in your words, as if something was finally clicking with him.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” he asks, and you almost want to cringe at his words. You quietly nod.

“Y/n, Cmon. You could never lose me. One of the strongest, remember?” he says, a soft smile peaking through, but you shake your head, taking your arms away from his. He frowns, seeing you retract again. “Yeah well, I almost did. I almost wasn’t enough to stop you from dying. I was almost the reason you died.” you say, and honestly it’s the first time since you were a young child you let anger drip from your voice. He almost hates it’s directed towards him. But a part of him knows he need to let it out somehow, someway, after everything you seem to constantly bottle up.

“There was a time in my life I had nothing, suguru. And now I have everything. I have you. I am not willing to lose that. Anytime I form a connection with anyone, I lose them. That cannot happen to me again.”

You feel arms wrap around you. It’s sudden, “tch- do you not listen to me when I talk? Yknow, I should really kill you.” you threaten, but as his hand comes in contact with the back of your head to stroke your hair, you fall silent. “I love you.” he admits, quietly.

“I don’t care how you feel about me,” he continued, “but no matter what, I want to be there for you. You won’t lose me, you know? I’ll always come back to you. Cause my love for you is so strong, it’s enough for me to change fate itself, to escape even the clutches of death. I love you so much, I would do absolutely anything to make sure you wouldn’t lose me. It’s okay to let me in, fully and unapologetically.”

“I’ll make sure you don’t regret opening up to me.”

It takes you a minute, but you finally allow him in. You wrap your arms around him, you let yourself cry for the first time since you were a child, for the first time in front of anyone since you were an infant, you allow yourself to finally grieve, to cry, to feel.

And you welcome it, with open arms.

#geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #suguru x reader #suguru x you #suguru x y/n #suguru geto x reader #getou x reader #getou x y/n #getou x you #suguru getou x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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bagsyy · 8 months

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underwater, coughing with my gills

gojo satoru, 700+, love is hard for big dumb idiots

You had your arms draped over Gojo's shoulders; his long hands placed on your hips. He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, feeling the heat radiate beneath his lips. The scrunch of your nose encouraged him to continue his barrage, smiling widely between each attack.

One to your lips, nose, forehead—over and over again until you were trying to escape his grasp. He continued to attack any piece of skin he could reach, eliciting the loudest giggles he had ever gotten out of you.

“Tell me when you’re ready to give up,” he chuckled. Another kiss, this time placed gently on the corner of your mouth. Before he could migrate to a different part of your face, you uttered something that stopped him in his tracks.

“I’m sorry—it’s just—what did you say?”

“That I love you,” you said with a quirk of your eyebrow.

“Come again?”

“I said I love you, pretty boy. I’ll tell you one more time if that’ll help.”

The room became thick with silence and the four walls that contained them began to feel more and more constricting. You felt his grip loosen from around you. You had always gotten the impression from him that commitment was a concept that came with an uneasy feeling. You both knew that what the two of you had wasn’t something that was promised. That there might be one night that he doesn’t come home despite how many times he’s promised you that he’s the strongest. Because Satoru knows that he wasn’t blessed with the ability to love freely despite being so full of it. Admitting that he loved you was giving the universe permission to take you away from him.

But you’d known that you’ve loved him for a while now—there was just never an opportune time to say it, and this moment seemed perfect (to you, at least). You had never been one to hold back, but with him you found herself mulling over your words a bit more carefully. There had been many times where those three words sat on the edge of your tongue, waiting to spill over, desperate for the dam to break. Now it had been broken, and Gojo was drowning.

You tried your hardest to conceal the defeated expression on your face as your grin melted into a muddled mess of regret, but it was clear to see. He swore he had never seen your eyes dim this dark until now.

Your face was burning and you had lost any feeling that you had in your limbs. You cleared your throat before you spoke.

“I’m so sorry, Satoru. That was so stupid I—” you retracted your hands from their place around his neck, bringing them up to your ears to fidget with the jewelry adorning them, a nervous habit that you were sure he was going to tease you about later.

“You don’t have to say it back. If that’s not how you feel, then—”

Gojo was uncharacteristically silent for someone who always seemed to have a witty remark prepared for everything. He wished he had saved all the unnecessary words he’d ever uttered in his life for this moment so that way he’d at least have something to say. Better to say the wrong thing than nothing at all, he supposed.

Say something. Say something, say something, say something.

Finally, the words bubbled up from deep within his chest and tumbled out of his mouth.

“No, baby—please, it’s not that. It’s just,” he paused, attempting to corral his thoughts and connect them with the words that were spilling out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t think you felt that way.”

A lie, he thought. He knew you loved him. It would take a fool to not notice it. You would not suffer through a bottle of sickly sweet moscato, his favorite, and a Love Island binge on a Tuesday evening if you didn’t love him. Nor would you stay up entirely too late listening to him gush about the little boy he took in all those years ago and how he’s starting to not be so little anymore, how he’s so protective of his sister, how he’s proof that there is still good in the world.

He would sooner die than admit that the thing that has him so flustered is that he wanted to say it first.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #my comeback era #this is so old this is from yearsss ago #this was originally a very rough draft of a tahnorra fic i wrote down in my western civ google doc....#and i was clearing out my drive the other day and said wait a MINUTE!#so if there are grammar issues im sorry it was written by me (an idiot) and proofread by leah (a bimbo)#anyways i love u all kisses mwah

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running-with-the-feels · 3 months

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I'm reviving the pokemon au

Kuai Liang is the current ice type gym leader with a: Regice, Frosslass, Glaceon, Sneasel, Lapras, and Aurorus

The Regice was originally his mother's and the Froslass was one he caught while stranded on the top of a mountain during a blizzard, whom he privately believes to be his dead sister, Lian, and has named accordingly, as she died on that same mountain and it is believed that Froslass are born from the souls of women who die in the snow. Lian the Froslass saved his life by fighting off the pokemon who wanted to kill him and guiding him back down the mountain.

Frost is training under Kuai Liang and acts as a kind of mini-boss to challengers with a team of: Alolan Vulpix, Sneasel, Frosmoth, Cubchoo, Glalie and Cloyster

Her Sneasel, named Crimson, was a gift to her by Kuai Liang when he found her outside his gym one night, having run away from home. It was her first pokemon and still obviously her favorite, though she denies it to anyone who asks.

Bi-Han used to be the ice type gym leader, but after an accident that left his pokemon team dead, he abandoned the gym and vanished for years. When he resurfaced, he was the dark type gym leader with a team of: Weavile, Mandibuzz, Absol, Zorua, Umbreon, and Murkrow

The Absol, named Snow, was the first pokemon he caught after the incident and he maintains to this day that Snow caught him, not the other way around. He was originally never going to train pokemon again, but Snow pushed him

Hanzo is the dragon type gym leader with a: Dragapult, Drampa, Vibrava, Kommo-o, Noivern, and Dragonair

He is a descendant of the Draconid people and is one of the few who still maintains their traditions to this day, teaching anyone who wants to learn if they agree to join his gym as trainers.

Takeda acts as Hanzo's mini-boss, with a: Goomy, Gible, Deino, Bagon, Axew, and Applin

Kenshi left him in Hanzo's care when he was asked to join the Elite four by Raiden, fearing that the league was no place to raise a child and since Suchin had been a Draconid too and a member of Hanzo's gym, it was a way for Takeda to stay connect to her, even after her passing

The Fire Type gym leader is Liu Kang: Blaziken, Cinderace, Infernape, Armarouge, Hisuian Arcanine, and Talonflame

He was originally asked by Raiden to be the champion, but declined as he felt that such a position should be earned and not granted, instead working his way up to be leader of the gym.

Raiden is the electric type gym leader and runs the league with a team of: Morpeko, Elekid, Alolan Raichu, Magneton, Jolteon and Ampharos

He refounded the league after it had fallen out of use as he wanted trainers to be prepared for the dangers to come

Mileena is the Fairy type gym leader with a team of: Mawile, Mimikyu, Grimmsnarl, Granbull, Hattterene, and Sylveon

Sick of living in her sister, Kitana's shadow, Mileena founded her own gym and became one of the strongest trainers out there, with many trainers complaining that her gym is the hardest to beat. The sylveon evolved from an Eevee Kitana had caught her when they were kids (before The Incident where they fell out) and as Sylveons evolve into that form due to how much they love their trainer, the Sylveon is her favorite as it is proof that she can be loved

Jax and Sonya are the Joint fighting type trainers with Jax's team being: Hawlucha, Gallade, Sawk, Lucario, Hitmonlee, Machamp. and Sonya's being: Throh, Hitmonchan, Sneasler, Toxicroak, Primape, and Poliwrath

Sonya originally wanted to be the water type gym leader but as there were already 8 gyms, she instead joined Jax at his, working her way up to be his co-leader and training all their underlings to be even stronger

Jacqui is their miniboss with a team of: Breloom, Conkledurr, Scrafty, Heracross, Crabominable, and Falinks

She doesn't want to be a fighting type gym leader or trainer though, she would much prefer to be a normal trainer doing her gym challenge but Jax is overprotective and won't let her go until she's "Strong enough" Despite the fact that he has gone three months without a battle bc she kept defeating every trainer to challenge them

Kitana is the flying type gym leader with: Skarmory, Sensu Form Oricorio, Swanna, Aerodactyl, Swellow, and a blue Minior

She inherited the gym from her mother and is doing her best to uphold the late leader's legacy although some of the things she is discovering about Sindel are unsettling

Jade acts as one of Kitana's trainers, fighting with a Tropius and a Tropius only, though she is still hard to beat

Of the Elite Four we have:

Nightwolf, the rock type, who has three Lycanorocs, one of each form, a Terrakion, Rhydon, and Regirock

Kung Lao, who is determined to be the next champion and uses steel type: Bisharp, Aegislash, Aggron, Metagross, Bronzong and Tinkaton

Kenshi, psychic type: Reuniclus, Oranguru, Hypno, Alakazam, Delphox, and Espeon

And Jade, the grass type: Tropius, Rillaboom, Venusaur, Torterra, Meganium, and Serperior

The current champion:

Cassie Cage, with a team of: Hitmontop, Beedrill, Golurk, Cyclizar, Toxtricity, and Gyarados

Rain is trying to create his own gym, water type, but as it is unofficial nobody counts his badge as meaningful though many trainers do fight his gym just to prove they can.

His team is: Milotic, Relicanth, Kingdra, Lumineon, Vaporeon, and Slowking

Johnny runs a pokemon rescue/pokemon nursery and was once a famous pokemon trainer and actor though he has since settled down. He doesn't have a full team anymore, just a Cinccino from his movie days and a Sableye that keeps breaking into his house to eat his jewelry

Shao Khan runs Team Hammer (I couldn't think of a better name) and seeks to turn the league into his own personal army by becoming champion and disposing of any gym leaders who won't fall in line. Shang Tsung, Skarlet, and Kano + Kano's black dragon goons all work for him and cause havoc wherever they can

lemme know if y'all want more of this AU, bc I can do more, also, feel free to add on or use this idea as you please

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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Dramatic Irony

Alpha!Prince!Shoto x Omega!Reader

➤ You’re new to the castle. You’re a servant and have to learn all the things all the other omegas already know about. Like the fact of how nice, usually, the Prince is, and all the things he does for the omegas. But sometimes no matter what someone may think or want, feelings always lead you in the direction you’ll actually go

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Warnings⚠️: a little suggestive (heat/rut stuff. no actual smut), non consensual touching, kinda creepy shoto? (He watches you sleep), a touch of non-con if you squint super hard (you were asleep and woke up)

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Being tired isn't an excuse. Sure, you're tired, exhausted, and wanting a break, but you couldn't risk it. What would the king think? He'd just brought you in as a servant. He saved you, and you couldn't risk him sending you off again. So, you sucked it up. You kept working. No matter how much your feet hurt. How much your arms ached, you kept working.

You've only been in the Todoroki Castle for about two days, yet, the dress they gave you is dirty, grimy, and ruined from all the work. Currently, you're on your knees, scrubbing at the stove from dinner tonight. You always cleaned the kitchen, and of course, on the day you needed sleep most, Makkari burned dinner, remaking it for the castle family and leaving you to clean the rest.

You finish, feeling the ache in your knees and legs as you stand with a groan, dusting off your dress as if it would even help and putting your tools away. Once finished, you let out a breath, not being able to help the slight smile that crosses your lips when you think of how much closer you are to being able to rest for the night.

Your nightly work isn't over, but as a routine, you'd clean the kitchen, check the dining hall to make sure it's spotless, then do your nightly walk of the castle halls to make sure there's nothing else needed, and only then do you go to bed.

That's what you've done the past two days. Sure, you're new, but it works, and you're happy with it. It's one of the easiest things you get to do while you work for them.

The dining hall is clear, perfect, so now you only need to make sure everything else's clear, and you can go to bed. The only thing you didn't count on is King Enji walking through the halls too. Being lost in your thought, you don't notice him as he approaches you.

"Why're you not with the other omegas?" It's not his voice that snaps you from your thoughts; it's his scent. It's strong, probably the strongest in the castle, so it pulls your omega brain to attention.

"U-uh- what do you mean, sir?" you ask, looking up at him. You'd only seen him in person since you'd been in the castle about three times. Once when you first came, the other two times in the dining hall, the others were quick in passing, but now you can see him full, right in front of you. You can feel the intimidating energy spilling off of him.

"My son has all the omegas retire to his room for his nightly rituals. Were you not called?"

"Oh, um, sorry, sir, I wasn't aware," you say, nodding your head and turning to head toward the bedroom you knew belonged to his son. But what could he want with you? Not only you but all the omegas? You didn't understand, King Enji wasn't specific, and the way he worded whatever you're walking into makes your imagination run wild.

Prince Shoto is the youngest but favorite of King Enji's. He's a strong alpha, handsome, and loved by many, but he's quiet. Nobody knows what goes through his mind. He's intriguing.

The walk toward his bedroom is tedious. What were you walking into? Was he going to force you into whatever "routine" the king was referencing? Did he not tell you on purpose? What if he doesn't like you and doesn't want you there for a reason?

You don't come up with any answers by the time you make it to the alpha's door. You take a slow breath, raising your hand and knocking, waiting for a response.

You're not sure what you expect when the door opens, but it's somehow definitely not a smiling Makkari. "Y/n! Come in, come in, finally! I wasn't sure if you were going to show up," she says, walking you further into the room.

"I- uh, wasn't sure if I was welcome." You look around the room, all the omegas from the castle, even some you haven't met, chilling around Prince Shoto's room. Some were talking in chairs, others are on a couch, and some are eating. But everyone is smiling and happy.

"Well, of course, you are! Prince Shoto welcomes all omegas here." Shoto's room is like a whole section of the castle. It has rooms within his room. When you first walk in, it's the sitting area, chairs, couches, tables, everything following the white and gold color scheme. There's another door. You can guess it's his bathroom, and then another cracked open, showing you see it's his actual bedroom.

"Make yourself comfortable. Basically, Prince Shoto lets us stay here every night and do what we want as a courtesy. He's not in agreement with how much we work and get treated, so this is our time to rest and be ourselves," Makkari says happily. "You can put your scent collar over there." Makkari points to a pile of scent collars. The king forces all the omegas to them; so your omega scent isn't spreading through the castle. She gives you one more smile before turning to walk back to sitting in the small group she'd been in, her, Haki, and Nami playing a game.

You scan the room for a moment, thinking of what you want to do with whatever time you have left. Your eyes land on the bedroom again. For the time being, you'd forgotten how tired you are, so the second your eyes land on the bed, it's like an invisible force pulls you toward it, and before you know it, you're slowly pushing the door open and stepping inside the room.

Like the rest, it has a white and gold color scheme. It's smaller than the other area, only having his king-size bed, a large window, plus two doors, one being his closet, and the second you weren't sure since you already knew his bathroom was outside of this room, but now wasn't the time for trying to figure that out.

If circumstances were different, and you weren't so tired, Shoto's alpha scent not being so strong it's making you not think, you probably wouldn't have settled into the alpha's bed so carefree. Plus, tho Makkari said Shoto let you guys here for rest. She didn't say he'd given any rules. Surely, he won't be upset if you take about an hour and a half nap? Right?

It takes no time for you to crawl onto the bed, finding a towel first to lay on, not wanting your dirty dress to ruin his royal blankets. The mattress is like feathers, the most comfortable cotton you could ever lay on in your life, nothing compared to the worn coat where you usually sleep. You're slipping to sleep within seconds.

Shoto did have an actual nightly routine that wasn't only for the omegas. He'd spend time either in his den or walking around the garden, all while the omegas have time in his room, and after the two hours, he'll come back, and everyone be on their way. Tonight, he's in his den, so when he exits and sees you curled up in his bed, he's confused, but everything melts away when he sees you.

Usually, all the omegas stayed in the outside area, not going into where his actual bed's located, but here you are, curled up and spreading your scent all over his sheets. His instincts want to let you stay there, his inner alpha telling him to let the omega rest, but he knew he couldn't. You're just the new omega, it wouldn't look good, but he does like your scent a lot.

He quietly walks toward you, putting his hand on your shoulder and gently shaking you. You let out a small groan, beginning to stir before your eyes open. "Hey, Y/n, Prince Shoto's- oh," Makkari pushes open the door, her eyes widening at the sight of him already in the room.

When the omegas stay in his room, Shoto's scent's so strong that they know it's time to go when he gets closer to the room, and they can smell his scent, or in this instance when he comes out of his den, which has a pheromone blocking door.

Makkari bows her head. "Sorry, Prince Shoto," she motions to you, "she's new. I will inform her not to enter your sleeping corridors again." By now, you're awake and starting to sit up, rubbing your eyes and looking around the room.

Shoto feels you moving under him, bringing his attention and making him pull his hand from your shoulder. He shakes his head. "There will be no need for that. It's alright. Have a good night," he smiles and nods to you both, turning to his closet and disappearing into it.

"Come on, Y/n. We need to go and give the prince his space back," Makkari says, putting her hand out for you and urging you to hurry. You take it, sliding from the bed and going with her toward the door. When she opens it, you notice almost all the rest of the omegas are gone, having cleaned up and left no trace, the ones that're still there heading toward the door and waiting for you and Makkari.

Even though you only stayed once, that was the best sleep you ever got. This' the first time you have seen Prince Shoto in person. You've smelled his scent from afar many times, but this time was the first time you were so close. You weren't sure what to expect going to his room. King Enji made it seem like he involved all the omegas in some orgy or something.

You have to admit, the thought of being able to rest at the end of the day did keep you going. You're tired, but knowing you have something to look forward to keeps you going with your work, no matter how much your limbs ache.

The next night, you know your plan. This time you don't miss the call all the omegas get when it's time to go to Shoto's room. You bring your own blanket, prepared this time to nap and, again, not ruin his blankets. You and all the omegas walk toward his room, and when you push open the door, everyone has the same look of confusion on their faces. Everyone smells Shoto's scent stronger than usual, meaning he's somewhere in the room, but usually, he'd be gone by now.

Everyone starts filtering through the room, cautions, but still doing what they always do for their two hours. You separate from Makkari, heading directly toward the bedroom you'd been in the last night. When you open the door, you come face-to-face with Shoto, standing next to his bed.

"O-oh, Prince Shoto, I-I'm sorry, I'll leave you," you turn and go to leave but are stopped by his voice.

"No. Come in. I wanted to speak with you," the prince says. A wave of nervousness flows through your veins as you step back into the room, awkwardly standing there, waiting for him to talk. "Nobody else had made an attempt to come in here, but now that I see you want to, I thought I'd make you a place for you when you'd like to nap," he motions next to you, and you turn to see a couch that wasn't there the previous day.

"Make yourself comfortable. I thought it'd be a better alternative than you using my own bed.” The couch is huge but bigger than a normal one and has more than enough room for you. It looks just as comfortable as any expensive bed. "Let me know if it's not to your liking. I'll get it replaced." Shoto smiles and nods to you, turning and opening the door to his den, disappearing into it for the next two hours.

You don't see him much after that. You smell his scent around the castle but don't see him. Night by night goes by, and you sleep on the couch, not a care in the world.

One particular night, you're asleep and wake randomly. You try to get comfortable again, not sure how much time you have before you need to go again. As you try to get comfortable, a scent catches your nose. You lift your head and look, finding Shoto standing across the room, his den door wide open.

You sit up, thinking it's time to go by now. You push yourself up and grab your blankets in your arms, turning to Shoto with a smile and bowing your head. "Thank you for the couch. I never got to say that. It's lovely and comfortable."

Shoto doesn't answer, only standing there staring at you. After a few seconds, you realize how different the prince looks. His cloak shrugged off his shoulders, his shirt unbuttoned and showing the sweat rolling down his chest, and then you smell his scent. His intoxicating, strong, alpha scent, he's in rut.

A wave of realization runs through you, and you stiffen, your eyes darting to the door. "I- uh, I'm sorry, I can go." Your voice is quiet, and frankly, you're a little scared. You turn and head toward the door, slowly walking to leave, but before you can, suddenly Shoto is in front of you, and you are slightly startled at how fast he got across the room.

"Where are you going, omega?" he speaks lowly, his warm fingers running down your arm.

"Prince Shoto, I don't think it's proper for-"

You're cut off by him slamming his hand into the wall behind you, leaning his head down toward your scent glands, and breathing in your scent. "Who cares about being proper?" Shoto leans closer and starts kissing down your neck, sending shivers through your body.

"Sh-Shoto, I-" you're shaking with fear now. You can't come up with words, and the first thing you can think of is to put all your strength into pushing him away, which is what you do. The second he stumbles a few feet back, you run for the door, opening it but immediately stopping when you see all eyes on you.

Makkari runs up to you first. "Y/n! What's wrong? What happened? We can smell the prince's rut from out here. Are you ok? Usually, he stays in his den while on rut. You smell scared. Did he hurt you?"

"I- I'm ok," you stutter. You start hearing shuffling behind you and another wave of fear through you, and before you can say anything, your legs automatically start moving to the door, and soon, you're all the way down the hallway, heading to your own sleeping corridors.

After that, you stay away from the "nightly routine." Makkari told you the prince's ruts usually last a week, so you stayed away for a week. Sure, you miss the couch, but you're far too scared to go back while he's in rut.

People told you countless times alpha's in rut are dangerous, plus ones with status are known to force their way to many omegas. You figure that's why the king thinks what he thinks. King Enji thought his son got all omegas in his room every night to indulge in his instincts. While that's not true, no matter how nice an alpha can be, his rut changes him.

However, like clockwork, your heat starts on the last day of Shoto's rut. It's all normal. You stay in your room and try to keep your mind occupied. While it's the first heat at the castle, it's the first heat you can't control. Usually, you can force the feeling down, but now, it's intense, burning sensations through all your limbs that you can't ignore. You can only lay on the cold floor of your small room whimpering, tears in your eyes, feeling terrible.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think legends were true about alphas and omegas, how your inner alpha or omega can know their perfect match before you even know it, you could fall for someone before your own mind caught up, but that's ridiculous.

The legend would say the heat/rut would be intense and dreadful, but you refuse to believe it. It can't be true. Your heats were always bad since you've never had an alpha, nest, or something to be comfortable with, so it's no surprise your heat is gradually getting worst. For now, all you can do is dread the worst to come.

After it finally passes, it's back to work, with no time for anything else. You're on your way to the dining hall when you walk by King Enji's chambers. You can hear him arguing with the prince.

"But, father-"

"No! Shoto, I don't want to hear it. It needs to happen!" his voice rings out through the room.

"Father, it's wrong. That'd be forceful. It's not right."

"You cannot become king without an omega, Shoto! What will you do? Stay a prince for your whole life? Give up your throne to your brothers? Or how about your sister? Are you trying to embarrass me by doing that?"

"This has nothing to do with that! The only reason I'm becoming king is by your word. And I will not mark Mrs. Y/n. She's a servant and has no reason to see me that way. I will not force her into anything."

"That's the point, boy. She's a servant, and you would be offering her a better life and riches. Who is she to refuse?"

"The omegas shouldn't get treated as they are in the first place," Shoto mumbles, but still loud enough for you to hear.

"Watch your mouth, son. This' my kingdom. The servants should be happy with what they get. And you should be glad I'm not shutting down your little 'nightly operation.'" Shoto gets quiet. "Yeah, I know about that. You think I wouldn't? I know everything that goes on here."

Shoto's eyes fall to the floor, and he speaks through his teeth. "How?"

"Natsuo was in the hallway a few nights ago after your ordeal during your rut. He saw Ms. Y/n run out of your room, and when the rest of the omegas left, he asked what happened." Shoto sighs. "And by all means, Shoto, if anything like this happens again, your ordeal will be shut down. Natsuo wasn't specific about what goes on every night, but if anything like this happens again, it's over, no more, and that is final. Understood?"

Shoto nods reluctantly. "Understood."

"Good. Now get out of my sight."

Shoto storms from the room, fortunately, not entering through the area you're listening from, letting you continue on your way and think about what you just heard. King Enji wants the prince to claim you. Shoto was clear he didn't want to since he won't want to "force you," but you knew it was probably cause you were a servant, even if he didn't just out and say it.

Sure, he's handsome, kind, and obviously cares for people, but you knew you couldn't be with him. If you ever let the thought even cross your mind, you'd be giving yourself false hope and wanting something you knew you couldn't have. He said it anyway; you're only a servant, not some princess from a far land.

Over the next few days, things slowly change. You start going with the other omegas at night, but nothing you do steals away the tired feeling you keep. Day after day, you drag more and more, and soon, you can barely finish one task.

You're not the only one who feels the change. Throughout the day, Shoto gets more aggravated with the little things. Someone could think it was only his rut, but it'd passed, and yet he's still mad, yelling when his father pisses him off, and barely able to control himself anymore.

"Hey, Y/n?" Makkari comes from behind you, putting her hand on your shoulder.

"Hm?" You slowly blink at her turning your head. You'd been walking toward Shoto's room, but it's taking a while since you're moving so slowly.

"The prince went into another rut earlier today. I figured I let you know so if you'd rather stay away..."

There's no part of your brain thinking clearly. If you didn't feel the way you felt, there's a possibility you would've said no, but now, all you can do is keep moving. "No, no, I'm fine," you assure her, continuing on your way. Your blanket is wrapped around your shoulders, draped over your dress, and you make it to his room, immediately collapsing on the couch, your eyes closing, the alpha scent in the room calming your nerves.

Another thing your tired brain wasn't thinking of is that you know Shoto can smell you. You know he's in rut and more aggressive, not his usual good and genuinely caring self. You're asking for trouble coming back to the room while he's in rut, especially since Makkari explained how Shoto's den door is scent-blocking but only blocks scent from coming out, not in. That's why what happened the other night happened. And not only that, if you were thinking, you'd realize Shoto definitely isn't due for another rut, and again, maybe legends were true.

Something else the legend says is when you supposedly find the match, the alpha's rut will become more frequent. If you were in your right mind, you'd notice and start taking legend into consideration, but now, you're not. And neither is the prince. All he can think about is how much his alpha is growling at him to mate, breed, and claim.

And if he were in his own right might, he'd realize his alpha was growling to claim you.

Something wakes you while you're asleep. You force your eyes open, but a whimper is forced from your through when you feel a sensation on your scent gland, and when you open your eyes, you realize it's Shoto. He's licking down your neck like he's trying to drink your scent.

"Your scent is intoxicating. Ya know that, omega?" Shoto groans, sticking his face into your neck, inhaling your scent, and letting it drag his instincts.

You smell his scent around you, and the drag you'd felt evaporated. You slowly exhale but inhale his scent, dragging your hands up through his dual-colored hair as a burning sensation spreads down your body. You feel Shoto's lips attach to your neck, making a quiet moan escape your mouth. He's dragging you down into a heat.

Before anything goes further, the door flies open, revealing Makkari, Nami, Haki, and all the other omegas. "Hey! Get off her!" Even though Makkari tried to sound mad and threatening, the call came out as a worried stutter. It doesn't matter how many omegas are there; it's an alpha in rut, this' dangerous.

Shoto ignores them, keeping his face buried in your scent. While he's distracted tho, two of the omegas run and push Shoto off you, making him flop onto the couch, and before he can get his bearings, Nami and Makkari pull you from the room.

Makkari does her best to take care of you, but it's no use. Anyone who knows about legends would understand while you're this far down into the rabbit hole, only the alpha of your choice could help, whatever alpha you're matching with that's making this all happen.

After that, things only manage to go down further for you. You're totally incapable of doing any of your work, but fortunately, Shoto vouched for you to the king, and he said you have a few days to recover from your "sickness." Except, omega depression doesn't go away in a few days. But nobody knows you're starting to go into a depression, it was only a matter of time, and you would know, but your mind's focused on other things.

Once again, you're sleeping in Shoto's room, but you're getting watched. Shoto is watching you. After everything that has happened, he's intrigued by you, and if he ever were to try to court you, it's not like you'd say no. He knew that. He's the prince. Sure, it's a little cocky, but it's true.

Shoto's focus on you breaks when he realizes the other omegas are getting ready to leave, and he knows they'll come for you, so he acts first. He walks to the door separating the room you're in from the sitting area and looks for Makkari, but she walks up to him before his eyes fall on her. "Prince Shoto," she bows, "we'll be going soon. I'll collect Y/n." Makkari goes to move past him, but he stops her.

"There will be no need for that. I noticed Ms. Y/n was a bit under the weather. I don't mind her staying here an extra while for rest."

"Oh, um, ok." Makkari is surprised and reluctant to leave you with him. You're her friend, but he's the prince. There's nothing she, or any of them, can do.

Once they leave and you're alone, Shoto looks at you again. His heart jumps when you start stirring, and part of him is scared you'd insist on leaving when you wake up. Automatically, his body pushes out calming pheromones, making sure you fall back asleep. He watches your body relax, your eyes stilling again, and he smirks, walking to pull a chair over next to the couch -so again- he can watch you more.

It's hours later, and you finally start waking, and for the first time in a while, you feel refreshed, not dragged and tired like before. You sit up and look over, noticing the prince watching you from his seat.

"Oh- Prince Shoto, I'm so sorry. I must've overslept," you start to scramble and try to get up.

"No need, it's ok," Shoto speaks gently, eyes scanning you. You shift, unsure under his gaze, waiting for whatever he wants to say cause he obviously wanted to say something. "I had a question for you," he finally speaks up, and you nod. "Do you have a nest?"

Shoto knew many things about you and the other omegas. He knew the only item you had that's "yours" were the clothes the king gave you. He knew you spent most your nights on a cold floor, somewhere highly unfit for an omega, so depending on your answer, he'd know if this treatment would slowly kill you.

"I've never had one, no, never had time or nearly enough provisions for one," you tell him.

His eyes fall on the many blankets around you, way more than for only keeping you warm, you'd slowly, probably unconsciously, been making a nest with his things, and he knew that, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"I'm sorry, if I took too many of your things, you can have them back," you mumble, toying with your fingers.

"No, it's ok, truly. I think things should definitely change around here."

Shoto was serious when he said that, and by the next morning, he'd somehow convinced the king to change things for the omegas. He got them new and clean beds, not coats, to sleep on, plus access to blankets and pillows for nesting, and personally saw to that the omegas wouldn't get worked as hard as you are. You're servants, but you don't have to be treated so poorly. The castle should be happy about what you guys do.

"Y/n?" Shoto comes to you while you're cleaning the kitchen, and he can't help the smile that spreads on his face when he sees you in clean clothes, not looking tired and worn.

"Yes, Prince Shoto?" you turn to him.

"If I may?" he brings his hands from behind his back, showing them to you, a necklace, "I'd like to court you."

"Oh! Shoto! That's beautiful." You look at it and then back up at him. "M-me? Why?"

"I've come to take a liking to you, Ms. Y/n," he says, a shy smile on his face.

You smile and nod. "I accept."

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kedsandtubesocks · 8 months

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Jedi Master!Gojo x Mandalorian!Reader for the wonderful jjk star wars au collab, thank you my dear starlight @strawberrystepmom for crafting up this galaxy of a dream collab 🩶

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The ancient Jedi texts and archives painted the mandalorians as brute callous monsters. Though the Jedi respect their skills as warriors and trained fighters, mandalorians were seen as the oldest enemy of his kind for a reason.

The Jedi prided themselves in elegant finesse and civility that sanctified them as the elite protectors of the galaxy. It’s why, in comparison, Mandalorians were seen as wild reckless horrifying fighters and why the Jedi looked down upon them.

It was all bantha shit to him though.

Satoru is so thankful he doesn’t care much about what dusty old weak past Jedi or even current his current Jedi comrades had to say.

You’re all the tangible proof Satoru needs to shove those histories and perceptions up the council’s ass.

You’re elegant in your own way. Clad in your people’s ancient armor, you walk with a grace knowing you wear it.

“It’s a sacred honor,” you once told him and he sees that sacred holiness residing in you.

The beskar forged by your people, by your ancestors, carves you into a warrior. But you are not a monster in beskar the text painted your kind to be.

“Must be sad, to not know someone or see their face.” Shoko had once mused with a quiet sadness over a comlink chat on evening.

“Nah… not really,” was the answer Satoru had told his oldest friend.

He’s heard your giggle through the moderated helmet you wear. He knows when you roll your eyes at him by the way your helmet tilts in annoyance. The way your voice fluctuates so easily, how brightly it can feel just hearing it, how fervent you sound when talking about something you care deeply about, Satoru sees you, knows you.

But he wishes to still see you in a way that is too dangerous even for him.

He vowed to forgo all attachments, the one true honor he tries living within the code. But it’s so hard when you’ve become like a magnet pulling him in.

His mind is infested by you.

Questions rage in his head like wild rancors. What is your most precious childhood memory? What haunts you most? Do you have a favorite creature? He takes you as a lover of loth cats.

He wants to know you, wants to keep your secrets and your unarmored soul safe within his grasp. It dangerously dances the line of possession, of wanting to possess and love you in a way that’s damning not just to him, but to you.

You and your loyal beautiful heart.

You and your shining honor gilded existence.

“Well,” he grins bright and so alive that the force pulsates through his chest with a rapid wildness. “Good morning to you, shiny!”

The planet of Geonosis is a wasteland, an actual stretch of deserted danger. Yet under the warm amber glow of the planet’s sun you gleam. You shine brighter than anything in this whole damn galaxy as you emerge from the ship.

Through your helmet he knows you’re scowling at him because the exhausted sigh leaving you holds a prickly annoyance.

“Let’s get this damn day over with, di’kut.” You huff out already so exhausted with him and he grins wide.

Your nickname for him is way less cuter than the one has for you. But, he adores it.

The term literally translates to ‘one who forgot to put their pants on.’ Colloquially it's slang for an idiot, a useless fool.

He sees it as your very own beskar slice reminding him of how human he is. Strongest Jedi or not, you’re unimpressed by him. You maybe see through him more than anyone else has.

“Aw, come on. Let’s start today off on a good foot, yeah verd’ika?”

He calls you little warrior, another cute nickname he adores using for you. Your shoulders stiffen and your fist clench. Satoru still loves that he can pull this reaction out of you even though you know he understands and even lightly speaks mando’a.

“Shut up.” You snap out swift and already storm off from him to head into the ghastly trek among the jagged mountains. Satoru follows you without hesitation.

Recently more than ever he thinks about why his kind and yours are fated enemies. Now Satoru believes he understands why mandalorians are seen as such a danger to the Jedi. You’re a pure beautiful beskar spear piercing through even his strongest barrier, launched right through his heart and leaving him raw. No one but you has ever done that.

Because even as the strongest Jedi Master, the savior of the Galaxy and consecration of the Jedi prophecy, he is weakened by you.

Now Satoru truly wonders if he will be strong enough to win against you - his strong little mandalorian warrior, the one who might truly be his downfall.

And he finds he’s not upset over that possibility at all.

#Jedi Gojo I hate you 🤡#but having another Star Wars au kendall I owe you my LIFE #it takes a Galaxy collab #Gojo 🩵#long post

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versadies · 2 years

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love at first punch (scaramouche x gn!reader)

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SALUTATIONS. love at first punch

ADDRESSED. scaramouche, father!zhongli (w/ gn!reader)

CONTENT. spyxfamily au, telepathic!reader, violence (mild), bullying, father!zhongli (platonic), spoilers to inazuma archon quest act 3, not proof-read

STAMP. in which you enroll in a school as a telepathic and do your best to help your father in completing his mission: to befriend the fearsome raiden shogun's second son! inspired by spyxfamily

PENPALS. @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @chiruru @aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @coleluuviida @034ven @dear-dairiess @luv3rxcha @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @yuzuricebun @nejibot @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat

POST-SCRIPT. had a thought about what if scaramouche is damian and reader is anya as soon as i finished writing a scaramouche fic so i decided to write another fic bcuz why not 💀💀💀

NAVIGATION

You want nothing more but to get out of this insane school and watch your favorite show in your home.

But curse your father for having to drag you into this school for some goddamn mission of his!

“If you want to help your father, you must befriend someone whose mother is a powerful figure, his name is Scaramouche.” Zhongli, your father, told you strictly when the both of you are on your way to your new school. “That’s one of your goals for this school, so don’t make him become your enemy, alright? Don’t forget to study hard as well.”

You let out a sigh, wiping the sweat off your forehead when you remembered his words to you. “I think I’m gonna fail in both.” You mumbled with a sigh.

“Fail in what?”

You flinched when you heard your schoolmate, Ayato, speak up with a curious look on his face as the two of you walk down the hallway to go to your first class. “Are you alright? You look quite unwell.” In all honesty, you didn’t really mean to befriend Ayato since you thought he was the one your father’s looking for, but after reading Zhongli’s thoughts, you concluded that you got the wrong person.

Thankfully, your mistake didn’t go for naught.

“Smart move, ( Name )!” Zhongli thought as his eyes brightened at the sight of you interacting with the blue-haired man. “You have befriended the son of one of the most powerful companies in this country, let’s hope you can keep making more friends!”

You nodded reassuringly in response to Ayato’s question. “I’m alright, don’t worry about me. I just.. Miss my home since I’m used to being homeschooled.”

Before Ayato could respond, someone bumps into his shoulder while walking. “Then go home if you want it so bad, loser.”

When your eyes catch a glimpse of the stranger, your heart drops.

Oh god why did your father’s target’s kid have to be an asshole!

“...I’m sorry?” You asked, letting out a fake laugh as the stranger stops his tracks. “I can’t help but wonder when did I ask for your opinion.”

The student, Scaramouche, turns around, followed by his two friends who were following him. “Do you know who I am?”

You sweatdropped when you realized how this situation would go. Sorry dad, I’m about to fail your first goal!

You then decided to calm down and looked at his indigo eyes,

And force out a smile.

“Remember ( Name ),” Zhongli said as you take a break from your self-defense training. “You should know that a smile is the strongest weapon, for it stops a fight before it could happen. So if you ever encounter a situation where it’ll end up with a fight, smile at your opponent and hope for the best.”

You watched as Scaramouche and even Ayato felt taken back from your sudden change of expression, but it didn’t stop you from continuing to smile. If only you knew that in others’ perspective, you looked like you were planning to do something mischievous or sinister.

“...What the hell are you smiling about?” Scaramouche asked. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel offended by your reaction. He was used to other students cowering in fear when he mentions his distant mother, so seeing you smiling in response made him feel… pathetic!

“Why should I tell you?” You responded, internally relieved that he didn’t see your palms sweating nervously. You don’t know how you can go home knowing that you made Scaramouche see you as his enemy.

Before he could respond, you immediately turned around. “Come on, Ayato. Let’s go to our classes before we get late” You spoke, acting as if nothing happened at all.

Ayato didn’t know what to say. He was quite impressed that you’ve treated Scaramouche that way, especially since you knew who he is.

However, your hopes of being free from your situation have paused when you felt someone throwing a paper on your head, causing you to touch your head and look behind you, only to see Scaramouche and his friends watching you mischievously.

“You’ve got some nerve, loser.” He spoke with a huff. “You just made yourself my very own victim, I won’t let you get away with this!”

“Yeah! Scaramouche will bully you so bad, you’ll leave the school crying!”

“And there’s nothing you can do!”

Your eyes narrow in response. Is this the perfect time for me to defend, dad? You thought, trying to remember what your father told you during your training.

However, your rational self has flown out of the window the moment Scaramouche spoke the next words.

“By the end of the day, you’ll come home crying to your father. Maybe then you’ll learn not to mess with someone like me, at least I have a mother unlike yo–”

For one moment, Scaramouche was standing still taunting you,

But the next thing you know, he was suddenly flown across the hallway.

“Oh my god, boss!”

“Scaramouche, are you alright?!”

“What happened?!”

Your eyes widen in realization when you realize what you just did, glancing down at your clenched fist and at Scaramouche's fallen state. Oh crap what have I done?! You thought in panic.

“I take back what I thought about you, ( Name ),” Ayato spoke up, his eyes sparkling at the incident that had occured. “You’re definitely more amusing than I thought you’d be.”

That comment doesn’t even help the situation at all. You thought, dreading for the worse when you heard heavy footsteps coming from behind you.

“( Name )!” A teacher yelled, fuming at the sight of the incident in front of him. “Come to my office now, I’ll call your father right this instant about what you’ve done!”

You immediately looked down at your feet, your palms sweating even more when you heard that Zhongli will be coming to your school.

You’re doomed..!

As Raiden Shogun’s second son, it was no surprise that Scaramouche never once experienced someone being vile towards him.

He was used to people groveling beneath him and singing praises into his ears in hopes of getting to his good side and potentially be close to his mother, which in his opinion is a pointless way to do it since the woman never even paid attention to him much.

But you…

You’re the first person who gave him the experience of getting punched for the first time, the audacity!

Ever since the incident, he has been glaring at you whenever you’re in the same room as him, thoughts of insults towards you are running in his mind. Just who do you think you are?! What made you think you could get away with punching him just because his moth–

His thoughts are cut off when he hears you laugh from something Ayato told you.

…This is strange, he thought, confused with this sudden feeling in his chest. Is he sick?

He continues to stare at you in an unexplainable look on his face as his harsh thoughts fade away. It wasn’t until you slowly glanced at his direction when he instantly looked away, his cheeks turning red.

What on earth was that?!

Focus, Scaramouche. He thought with a huff, not noticing the way you flinched from hearing his thoughts. You can get your revenge later.

Unfortunately, revenge never came.

During lunch time, he finds himself sitting across from you, who’s standing in front of him and his friends with a guilty look on your face. With his irritated face, everyone thought he was irritated at the sight of you trying to apologize to him, but in reality, he’s simply irritated that he can’t find any words to speak to you.

“I…” You mumbled, looking down at the ground hesitantly as you hear many unpleasant thoughts from people around you.

Are they even trying? They don’t even look like they regret it.

Who are they to punch someone like Scaramouche? The nerve!

I bet they think they could be better than him.

How did they even get to this school? Their father isn’t even that important like the rest of our parents.

You close your eyes shut, bowing towards Scaramouche. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to punch you. I just wanted to be your friend.” You explained as calmly as possible. The last thing you need right now is them pointing out how nervous you were.

He crosses his arms with a huff, trying not to show you the conflicted look on his face with the help of his facade. “And do you think I’m willing to accept that meaningless apology and be friends with you?”

You looked away from his eyes, still feeling ashamed that you’ve disappointed your father on the first day.

Unfortunately, Scaramouche’s usual facade drops immediately when he sees the way your shoulders slumped and act like a kicked puppy.

“...I see…” You mumbled, sighing deeply before turning around–

“Wa.. Wait!” He stops you, causing you to look at him in confusion. “...Since you had a reason to punch me then… I guess I deserved it,” He spoke, ignoring the way his friends’ eyes popped out in shock from his words. No way! Scaramouche let you go without any revenge?! What did you tell him?

Nothing, absolutely nothing. You simply made the second son of the Raiden Shogun feel conflicted with his feelings after one strong punch.

“Therefore, I… don’t consider you as my enemy.”

He watches as your eyes brighten in response, your shoulders instantly relax as you bow gratefully. “Thank you, Scaramouche. I’ll try not to punch you again next time!”

Just like that, you bowed and ran off towards where Ayato is, leaving Scaramouche all alone with his friends in confusion.

“Aw man, I thought this was gonna get interesting.” One of his friends spoke honestly, hoping that the situation would end with a fight again.

Despite his friends’ disappointment in Scaramouche letting you go so easily, the student could honestly care less of what they think. Not when he was distracted by something else.

Why is my heart beating so fast?

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dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3 · 2 months

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if you want for the shipping asks, and idk the ship name but it'll be neat to hear your opinion: numbers 8, 15, 17 and 19 for the danganronpa ship u like and numbers 1, 6, 15, and 20 for bowuigi if you'd like, sorry thats a lot but have a nice day :)

Thanks for the ask!!! It's not a lot, no worries! The Danganronpa ship I like is called IshiMondo, with Kiyotaka (Taka) Ishimaru and Mondo Owada (or Oowada, depending on localization) as the characters. ^-^

I'll put my response in a read more, since it's obviously an hour long, given my deep and passionate love of rambling. :-)

(Edit: I just noticed that I legit wrote Taka's name as Kiyotaka Ishimondo. 😂😂😂😭😭😭 Please know I was very tired when I answered this last night and didn't proof read. 😂😂😂😂😂😂)

Shipping Asks

IshiMondo:

8. What is their first date like?

Funny enough, I wrote a story about their first date in the universe of my main story for the pair, The Problem with Perfection. However, considering that I changed both characters over the span of my fic to sort of deconstruct their personality traits and coping mechanisms, I'm not quite sure if that's how their first date would go when you look at them according to canon. Based on canon, my belief is that their "first date" wasn't actually a "date," per se. Given their obliviousness, and comments from (I believe??) a writer of Danganronpa, I'd think they'd go on hundreds of "dates" before realizing that they're dating, at which point they'd already have been living together for years with multiple pets and literally all of their friends believing they're in the strongest long-term relationship of all of them. Perhaps they'd even have an adopted child or two by that point, who knows. 😅😅😅

15. What's their song?

Oooh, this is a tough one... see, there are tons of songs that remind me of IshiMondo, to the point where I made an entire YouTube playlist for TPWP dedicated to the pair (which you can find here, if you're interested). But a single song that is "their" song? Well. In the context of TPWP, I'd say it would either be I See the Light, from Disney's Tangled, or So Close, from Disney's Enchanted. Both songs are used at emotional cruxes of the fic, since I adore both songs and I was like "f*** it, I'm the writer, what I say goes," ha. In that universe, I'd say that they both would see both songs as "their song," given that both were kinda instrumental in them getting together in the fic. Now, as for in canon... that gets trickier. I'm not really sure what song they would consider "their" song, especially given that my taste in music does not seem to align with music either would like. Taka, for one, does not strike me as someone who likes music that isn't either political/patriotic (to Japan, not America, ha) in some way, or that is educational. And Mondo would profess to like tough, biker guy music, while secretly liking, like... pop or something. So, for the sake of my sanity, I'll just go with the ones I said for TPWP.

17. Favorite activity to do together or way to spend time together?

Oh, this is easy. For Taka, it would be to "quietly" study together while either in one of their respective rooms, or else in the library. For Mondo it would be to ride around on his motorcycle. No real destination in mind, just riding while pressed close together. Collectively, it would be taking baths in a local bathhouse together, doing their "manly bonding" while butt naked, since both of them seem to think this is a perfectly normal thing to do. Which, I believe, it is in Japan, so no shame there.

19. Where would they travel or go on vacation/honeymoon?

Hm, this is tricky, again. Somewhere local, I would think. Taka is a very practical, hardworking man, who comes from an impoverished background. He wouldn't understand the point of going on an elaborate vacation, even for his honeymoon. Mondo might want to, but ultimately he'd defer to Taka, and they might do a tour of Japan, going to historical areas that are rich with history and whatnot. I'd go more into detail, but I'm honestly getting really tired, so I won't ramble too much more, ha.

Bowuigi:

1. How do they sleep? Ie, positions, who spoons who, who steals all the covers, etc.)?

Honestly man, I have no idea, ha. 😅😅😅 They'd have to sleep very, very carefully given the size difference. I like to think of them sleeping in kind of like a pile. Bowser curled protectively around Luigi like a dragon, while Luigi sleeps lying mostly on top of Bowser. ^-^

6. What do they playfully tease each other about?

Luigi playfully teases Bowser about how grandiose he always is, especially in relation to how he used to chase after Peach. There are other things he'd tease Bowser about, but as I said earlier I'm getting really tired and nothing is coming to mind, sorry! Bowser would playfully tease Luigi about how nervous he always is about everything. Sometimes it would go a bit passed "playful" into "kinda mean," but Bowser would always stop before it got too far and would do his best to apologize while not apologizing. Things like "anonymously" giving Luigi gifts, or doing small gestures that he ordinarily wouldn't do for anyone but that show Luigi how much he cares.

15. What's their song?

Ahhhh another hard one! Especially because I interpret this question as meaning "the song they believe represents them, or that is the song they associate with their relationship," as it usually means when couples talk about "their song." But I honestly don't know what song either of them would consider "their song," since again my taste of music doesn't seem like it would fit either of them. Bowser would likely like hard rock/metal, while Luigi would like more folksy, down to earth music. Likely Italian, ha. A song I associate with them would be Beautiful Things Can Come From The Dark, by Azure Ray. But that's just a song I associate with most "enemy to lovers" relationships, honestly. Same with The Reason, by Hoobastank. Another one that I associate with them is They Don't Know, by Tracy Ullman (Note: I know she's not the original singer, but her version is the one my dad would play when I was a kid, so it's the only one I know. Though after listening to the original by Kirsty MacColl I think Luigi would appreciate this one better, honestly).

20. How is their home decorated?

Well, I imagine they'd live in Bowser's castle given that he's a king, so there would be the usual things in Bowser's castle, such as dark stone walls and flowing lava. Luigi would definitely make changes, though, to make it more homey. He'd add flowers, bright wallpaper, brighter lights, things like that to make the decor less dreary, but still respecting Bowser's desire to be somewhat intimidating. It would be a good blend of their personalities I think.

Anyway, that took way longer than intended. 😭😭😭 I've been writing this pretty much since I got the ask about an hour ago, oof. I hope this was informative though! I'd proof read, but it's nearly midnight and I have to be up at 6:30 for one of my last days at my internship. Only four more to go!!!!!! Thanks God!!!!!!!!!!! While this internship isn't the worst, and my supervisor is nice, he's kinda incompetent and isn't really teaching me much. They're pretty much using me as slave labor and are taking my creations (I've created 2 classroom lessons for various elementary classes. I'm interning as an elementary school counselor) without permission to use for future lessons, as well as getting me to do lunch duty and sometimes cover classes despite the fact I've never worked as a substitute and have no idea what I'm doing in those cases???? But it's like, whatever. As long as I finish the hours and get my credential, I'll be happy.

Anyway, time for bed! Thanks again for the ask! Despite the challenge, this was fun. :-D

#ask answers #personal post #Bowuigi #IshiMondo

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originalwinnercheesecake · 7 months

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What if the Teen Titans were pokemon trainers

Doing this summary again. So basically pokemon is something I loved as a kid/teen, then I outgrew it around the time Black&White came out. Now I am back into it and am having a lot of fun imagining pokemon teams for characters from other cartoons I like now/liked as a kid. I have done a bunch of posts for Disney cartoons, and a couple od cartoon network ones (No Nick ones.. yet). Teen titans was one of my favorite shows growing up and I have been wanting to do pokemon teams for a while. So here are teams for the Main group of Titans, Titans East, and 3 anti hero’s. Now I used the 2003 version of Teen Titans, since that was the one I watched every week as a kid but if anyone really likes Teen titans Go you could probably still use most of these pokemon for that show too (Change out a certain one of Raven’s for a Ponyta, and maybe another certain of Robin’s for I don’t know farfetch.)

Now one thing important about the 2003 version is that when describing the dynamic between the titans the writers (using Robin’s name/voice) summed them up as “We are not five hero’s. We are one Awesome team". In this version the titans were all extensively trained in combat, and did everything together as a team. I do not want to take there powers away, or change their dynamic. Since they do have powers (In Robin’s case gadgets and lots and lots of martial arts experience), and already have numbers through each other; I do not think any of them would feel the need to catch a full team of six. So I am giving everyone 3 pokemon.

The main titans will also each have a shiny pokemon, the one I think would be their top pokemon, or the one that best encompasses their emotional arcs/places on the team. I also gave each of the Titans East a fairy pokemon, mostly because I saw half of them had fairies and figured okay this can be their teams version of shines. Without further adieu, teams below

Main Titans Robin

The Leader of the team

Taillow: Well of course the iconic “Bird Boy” needs a bird pokemon. It scouts ahead, trails bad guys, and yes does fight in battles. I picked Taillow for Robin due to the birds flying and normal type (Headcannon that Normal or duel Normal types are Robin’s favorite, because they are similar to him) and brave gutsy nature, which mirrors the boy wonder’s own.

Hitmonchan: Robin’s strongest pokemon. Given his martial arts and combat knowledge Robin would also have a fighting type pokemon. I picked Hitmoncham because it’s a classic fighter, that can land a serious punch, and is always training to better itself. Wiki also says it will train by sparing with its trainer, if said trainer is tough enough to be able to keep up. Since Robin definitely could, this pokemon would be a great partner for him on and off the field.

Shiney Absol: So n the 2003 version Robin walked the line between good and bad more than Raven, or any other titan. (I exclude Terra because she ultimately decided she wasn’t/did not want to be a titan.). In season one Robin believes that their is “Good” and “evil”, the two have a very clear divide, and that because he places himself on the side of good, he has justification to take any risk or try anything. A belief that clever villains (Slade) learn to exploit, and even Robin himself crosses at times.

I am giving Robin an Absol because at the end of his arc, and in episodes centered around him in later seasons , Robin is forced to admit that he thinks very similarly to Villains he fights against, and has the potential to be like them. I am making this his Shiny pokemon to show his relationship with his friends, and how at the end of season 1 he tells Starfire that he will never turn out like the villians he shares these similarities with, because he knows that his friends will never let him.

Starfire

The strength of the team. Proof that innocence does not mean ignorance

Starmie: A star shaped pokemon, for Starfire. One that like her is equal parts strong, powerful, and beautiful.

Shiny Blaziken: I will make Starfire’s ace her shiny to show her prowess as a fighter, lying underneath all her curiosity and sweetness. I really wanted to give Starfire a strong fire type. The torchick line is a good line, that’s popular among girls. I am giving Starfire a fully evolved one because our girl is more than capable... I also kinda really like the idea of Robin and Starfire both having fighting types for their strongest pokemon, Robin’s being a regular fighting type and Starfire's being a duel fire/fighting type. I think that really suits this couple.

Dunsparce: Yeah yeah yeah. I know its a pretty lame, weird looking pokemon. It’s the closest Pokemon I could find to Silky okay. It’s Starfire’s pet.

Cyborg

The Muscle, mechanics, and resident big brother of the team.

Electrode: a good electric type for Cy. It helps stop his systems/machines from overloading/taking to much electricity. Its detonation could work as a substatue for Cyborg’s sonic cannon if he finds himself in a situation where he has taken damage or needs to conserve power. I also think it would make a really good guard Pokemon for Cyborg’s room, or any place he keeps machines that for safety reasons only he should touch (be where of Electrode Beast Boy).

KlingKlang: here is Cyborg’s strongest pokemon. Steel is another type I feel like Cyborg would favor/want to train. And since he is a shop class guy with an expertise with cogs and gears, he and a fully evolved gear shaped steel type pokemon just to me feel like a match made in heaven

Shiny Mechop: This one is Cyborgs little buddy (For real I love dynamics where one person is really big/tall and then the other is really small. So since Cy is an already a big muscle man gonna say that an ever stone was used to keep Machop as mini muscle) and extra pare of helping hands. It knows how to use tools and crawls into tight space Cyborg cannot fit to fix things. If the pare are not training or battling together they can often be found outside throwing the footballs around. Cy has even tried to teach it to play video games with him and BB (though it sometimes destroys the controls).

Raven

The Hope and steadiness of the team.

I picked her pokemon from a Psychological perspective. In addition to her not having a ponyta I also excluded “Raven” Pokemon like Murkrow or Crovisquire because while they may match Raven’s “esthetic” I do not see them as matching in other ways.

Haunter: a ghostly spirit pokemon. Clever, somewhat creepy, kinda looks a bit like the shadowy magic Raven uses. It's not a dark type though, because Raven does not do dark spells. It's also generally a very silly pokemon and goes to lengths trying to get Raven figure out that she will not accidentally blow up the world if she laughs or has fun ever now and again (Haunter gets along really well with Beast Boy. It will enlist his help if it seems like it's trainer is being particularly difficult in this area.)

Alakasam: A strong psychic pokemon for this heroine with such strong powers. Alakasam and Raven's meditate together, and are able to use the similarities in their abilities to communicate telepathically, and could maybe even draw assistance/metronome from each others power pool. They have done a lot of good together. But they also both share that internal fear of "what kind of destruction would I be capable of if I ever lost control". This holds them back considerably. I don't think they would be brave enough to really give it their full power until season 4's finale battle with Trigon.

Shiny Togepi: Raven was the Titan that turned out to be great at and really like babysitting, so baby pokemon for Raven. I picked Togepi due to it being an empath (just like Raven) pokemon. More than that though, Raven has always feared that her heritage means she is fated to be bad. Togepi's sense what is in others hearts and refuse to obey those they see bad in. Being Togepi's trainer assures Raven that she is not her heritage and is fully capable of choosing to be/do good. It is her shiny because it's the pokemon that helps bring out the best in her.

Beast Boy

The comfort and laughter of the team.

So my original plan was just to give him a sea, land, and flying pokemon, since he has performed Hero work in all three. When I picked the three I found I could not leave them less than fully evolved. BB has been these animals and knows full well what they would need. This led to him ending up with the strongest team.

Manatine: Beast Boy's water/sea pokemon. Helps him keep his friends and the T-Sub safe. It evolved from Mantyke all the way back in season 1 after Beast Boy and Aqua Lad were able to put aside their differences and beat the army of Tritant's.

Donphan: this is BB's land pokemon. He liked elephants in the show and donphan's being a rock type also works because rock/earth had so much to do with the terra arc. To which BB was integral. So I am going to say that BB's little phanpy liked and wanted to help Terra almost as much as BB did. Her betrayal was all the worse for it because not only did it lose a friend, but then it had to watch its, normally carefree and happy go lucky, trainer go through such a long period of heartbreak. It evolves into Donphan in the first part of Aftershock, while trying to protect Beast Boy from Terra. It isn't able to that time. But it is still a comfort to him after the season 2 finale, and the pair get stronger over the next 3 seasons.

Shiney Altaria: Beast Boy's Ariel pokemon. I chose Altaria because of its strong typing, and because it is covered in fluffy pillows. It's his shiny because of the three it best represents the lightheartedness and support Best boy brings to his team. For most of the show its a little bird. It evolves at the beginning of season 5, like the first or second episode. The doom Patrol see it evolve. By the end of that arc (when Beast Boy and what's left of the titans Allies go to face the Brotherhood, not when Terra comes back) Best Boy and Alteria have found stones and mastered mega evolution.

(Okay so it looks like I didn't mention this up higher, but Starfire and Beast Boy are the only two Titans I could see using mega stones with their partner pokemon. Raven and Alakasam are scared of the effects/loosing themselves, and Robin and Absol are stubborn and adamant say they do not need "extras" to be Hero's).

Terra

the lost girl, trapped in a cycle she could not beat alone

Dugtrio and an Alolan Marowak: Terra first two pokemon that she has pre meeting the titans (though her Marowake was probably a Cubone then, and it evolved in between her first meeting and when she came back, a ghost of the sweet girl they met before). They represent her loneliness and how unstable her life feels to her. She is close with these two pokemon and they do care about her. Terra set's them free before staying to stop the volcano. The Titans want to take Dugtrio and Marowak back to the tower and keep them until they can figure out how to reunite them with Terra. But after everything that went down the pokemon pair decide to leave Jump City to wonder again. They are eventually found and picked up by Terra's older bother Geo-force, and live happily with him.

Onyx: This pokemon actually belongs to Slade. When he and Terra commonsense their plan in Aftershock he places its pokeball in Terra's hands with instructions to use it to help bring the titans and the city to their knees. The thing is big, mean, and super destructive. Laying waste to the town alongside Terra, Slade's other goons, and robots. Terra leaves it behind when she gives up during the battle at the start of part 2. What ever happens to Cinderblock/Overload/Plasmus happens to it. The next time we see it again would be the amusement park in "Things change".

Butterfree: I know, I know I said each character would only have three. But a.) Onyx wasn't really Terra's pokemon so she technically only had two. b.) Terra acquires Butterfree after coming out of the statue (before seeing Best Boy again). By this time she has released Dugtrio and Marowak, and is starting over with an empty slate.

Terra finds butterfree as a caterpie one evening when she gets caught in a storm on the way back to wherever her place of residency is. The storm is clearly scaring caterpie and Terra take pity on it, and takes it back with her. It turns to have been right at evolution, and was holding off until it could find a safe place to. It evolves into Metapod that night and Butterfree a couple weeks later. Terra keeps the butterfree as an emotional support pokemon. If it can go into a chrysalis, come out as something new, then go on to live a good life... well than maybe so can Terra.

Okay so this is already getting posted late because my computer crashed and the repair shop could not fix it, so I had to order a new one. Plus i think it's long enough with just these six. So I will post it as is and if it gets enough likes/comments I will post a part 2 with my pokemon pics for the The Titans East, and the two other anti hero's. The two other anti hero's are Red-X and Jinx if that gets anyone wanting to leave likes and comments in an effort to motivate me to write part two faster

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stargazer-sims · 2 months

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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Thanks for the ask @honeybeenrw!

I’m going to do this for James (as an excuse to introduce him properly since we’ll be seeing more of him in the story).

James Fairchild

He's living with rheumatoid arthritis, which is a chronic illness and autoimmune disorder. Among other symptoms, he has chronic fatigue and chronic pain and inflammation in his joints, which makes it difficult for him to be as physically active as he'd like. There are times when his illness is in a clinical remission and he has very little pain, and there are times when it flares up and he can barely do anything. Even though he's capable of walking and does so as often as he can, he regularly uses a wheelchair when he goes out because too much walking is exhausting and painful. His wheelchair gives him the freedom to do more things during the day. (bonus: one of his favourite recurring jokes is the look on people's faces when they meet him for the first time and he's in his wheelchair and he abruptly stands up at some point in the conversation to stretch or to reach for something).

He’s divorced. He and his ex-wife Alicia were only married for about five years, but she left him because she said couldn’t cope with what she referred to as his “extraordinary support needs”. James does have his share of ongoing medical issues and he does need help with some things, but in reality he’s very self-reliant a majority of the time. He assumed she was making up an excuse to cover up infidelity, although he never had actual proof of that. What James and Alicia didn't realize when they separated was that she was pregnant with their first (and only) child, but when they did find out, Alicia didn't move back in and they decided to go ahead with their divorce anyway. James supported Alicia throughout the pregancy and was there when their daughter Ava was born. Ava is now ten years old, and James has always been involved in her life.

While Alicia got married again, James hasn't found anyone new since the divorce. He's gone on plenty of dates and certainly knows how to charm the ladies, but he still hasn't been able to find The One. People are naturally drawn to him, but no one seems to stick around, and he's beginning to feel very discouraged about it.

His secret talent is sewing. He learned the basics in Home Economics in high school and liked it, but never imagined he'd take it up as a hobby later in life. It began when Ava was four, and she told him that she wanted to wear a princess dress for her fifth birthday party. She described her dream princess dress to him, but they couldn't find anything like it anywhere, so impulsively James decided he was going to try to make one. To say the pattern he found online was way beyond his skill level at the time would be an understatement, and he didn't take into account how sewing might affect the joints in his hands and fingers, but he was determined. He bought a sewing machine and supplies, and did battle with it for a month, and ripped out more stitches than he could count, but finally he succeeded. It definitely wasn't perfect, but it was done before Ava's birthday, and she loved it. He's been making dresses for Ava's birthday every year since, and getting progressively better at it. He also hems his own trousers and makes random things for his house like curtains, decorative pillows, chair seat covers and aprons.

He loves the water, particularly the ocean. He'd happily live at the beach if he could. Every year, he looks forward to his mid-winter vacation when he can fly off to some exotic sun destination and soak up all the vitamin D and ocean air he wants. He's not the strongest swimmer, but that doesn't stop him from having a good time. He also enjoys sailing, fishing and zipping around on his jet-ski.

#sapphire answers #oc asks #James Fairchild #stargazersims

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poisonioushearts · 1 year

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idk if u write for him, but could u write self aware gaius?? if u dont could u write self aware ahmed? ty!! <33

I just finished self-aware Ahmed, so here is Gaius!

I don't know if this is ooc cause I don't have him

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proof read, probably some grammatical errors

Self-aware Gaius(and being the player's favorite)

Being one of the strongest espers in your team is a heavy weight to bear, but he still carries it

He was one of the esper seven, and he wants to help his team

Others in the team may not realize how strong he is until the enemies vanish with a single strong strike of lightning

They had barely even readied their weapons and the enemy was already defeated

This favoritism that you have towards him, he doesn't really know how to deal with

He wonders what Hannah would think of this- he hopes that she is proud for how far he has come

He's grateful for you because you give him more power to protect those he's close to, he just wishes he had this power before his love passed...

He's a little skeptical of the items(relics) you give him, but he knows to trust you

He has to trust you

As said in his lore, he strives for perfection and notices all the tiny details about things

Its how he gets along with everyone in his team(including the Shadow Decree reluctantly)

Yeah I know I'm increasingly late but motivation has been non-existent. More will be coming soon.

Anyways,

thank you for reading! Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

#dislyte #dislyte gaius #x reader #self aware au #gender neutral reader

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milfygerard · 1 month

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hi hi hi i’m sorry about the everything in life for a distraction i would love to hear your detailed thoughts on your favorite mcr albums or taylor albums or a detailed ranking of either i just love Music Opinions and also i hope things get better soon<3

thank you sm for sending in <3

im terrible at ranking so ill turn to opinions hmmmm

My favorite mcr album changed by day hour minute but i think i wanna talk about.....bullets....yeah bc bullets is so insane as just a sheer proof of concept, like an expression of raw skill and talent that was growing within this band. Rays guitar work alone was enough for it to make complete sense for major labels to be knocking at the bands door begging to suck them off and then they also had GERARD!!! And this was even before mikey really could write bass parts and frank was still not really in the band like its just ray gerard and geoff (and otter who wrote drum parts that r cool but also somehow out of his skill range? girl you MADE THEM). The fact that vampires not onky exists but was like the second or third song written? Like before mcr gerard either never wrote music or wrote shitty three chord throwaway punk that existed as an excuse to print band stickers and arent even good enough to save on tape and then you decide to start writing for real to cope with major national level trauma and your first song is SKYLINES??? and youre next songs are VAMPIRES and OUR LADY OF SORROWS???? and oh my god the vocals gerard gives on the albuk as a completely untrained vocalist who did one musical once in middle school and otherwise never sang professionally unless you count crazy kids song in breakfast monkey. and then you hear the vocals on fucking vampires???? Like gerard doesnt exactly sing like celine dion on bullets but the raw harmony work and ability to PERFORM and really stretch the emotions of a song and do whatever strange or vulnerable thing is needed to sell the track. Theres still few songs more affecting than early sunsets. Like i fully think gerard is probably the strongest vocalist in the emo scene just because of their ability to completely and utterly sell you on the songs emotions (not just anyone can sing im not okay and get away with it) and thats before all the developing technical talents both already present like how gerard can just toss a melody onto a track without thinking about it or the fact gerard did a lot of the base writing for mcr while fucking barely knowing guitar how did that even work girl. Like i havent even mentioned the lyrics??? How do you. Like you can tell both that gerard never learned how to write songs and also that gerard listens to so much music that he can just fake it anywayyheres like 2 songs with actual choruses on the album and neither of them are the self proclaimed pop song h4h which opens with a queen riff?????? ans then is like a hardcore version of a beatles pop song????dont talk to me about drowning lessons. deomolition lovers!?!?! half of these songs are just poems that gerard hammered into songs and theyre so like. genuinely so incredible and they work??like the album works! as a cohesive piece! it coheres!

and thats the first album. Id say my favorite ts album is probably evermore though i might actually have less to say on it just bc i havent had it since 2015. Evermore is just so....ANGSTY!!! it feels like a complete fulfillment of what she was exploring on folklore with the fictional framing devices and keeping the songs clearly personal while also removing herself in a way she never really has before. It feels like a level of introspection through art that taylor has always been both pushing towards and shying away from because too much introspection or strangeness or even pulling away from the diaristic idea too much never worked with where taylor was at with her career. Evermore had a new collaborator, and the massive success of folklore as well as the continued quarantine gave her both an unprescedented level of artistic isolation personal confidence and professional security that allowed her to just go "fuck it" and write fucking. cowboy like me and dorothea and coney island and closure and she GOT AWAY WITH IT!!! like the albums been out for 3 years or something like that and I still feel like i havent fully processed its existence despite listening to it constantly. It truly felt like she was unshacked and was able to write about herself while also completely pulling away from any sort of literal Truth and going crazy with concept and the way she writes feels so unconstrained from the rules she would sometimes set for herself, it felt like a natural evolution from the freedom she felt jumping into the lover era but its past the honeymoon phase and like it is pop music but its also not scared to be...not pop music if that makes sense? She really fully settles into folk as a genre for the first time and it lets her writing flourish. Songs with no choruses songs with barely any structure at all lyrics that stretch at the ends of verses and fun bouncy wordplay and just allowing herself into a characters life and seeing how it fits her. She has some straight up ren faire tracks on here liek willow is just a collection of similies and metaphors she likes smushed together over a lute and its so GOOD. It feels like she was allowed to really live in adulthood as a woman in her early thirties who creates art because she loves it and because it keeps her alive ALSO proof that she needs to keep collaborating w new ppl bc whenever she does you can feel her pushing herself harder and she becomes so willing to try these new kind of weird things that she may have never tried otherwise aughhhh!!!! i didnt even talk about coney island!!!! I love how moody and dour the whole project is it feels like November where fall drags you into a cold unforgiving winter and you're just trying to survive with your sanity and any of your personal relationships intact. its so!!! tbh its SO new england also which makes me biased. ok thats all

#ask #anonymous #tysm for giving me an excuse to word vomit incomprehensibly #taylor swift

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How about "thank you for being patient" "you never have to thank me for that" for jillypad, also I love that you are getting out of your confort zone it's amazing 👌👌 you still make my day a little brighter😊

omg ur absolutely one of my favorite people on here 🥺 thank u so much for always being so kind to me, i appreciate it tons!! this drabble is—a bit light on the jilypad, because j & s were too stubborn to budge over for lily, but i hope you like it <3

“Thank you for being patient with me,” he says quietly. His gaze is still fixed on the ground, still too ashamed to be able to raise them.

“James—James, look at me,” a rough grip on his chip tugs him forward and for the first time in this entire conversation, James looks into Sirius’ eyes. The absence of any condemnation or anger doesn’t help, like one might’ve thought, no. It only makes it so much worse, because here is James, someone who’s hurt his own best friend, the other half of his soul, every single day for who knows how long. He’s been so selfish, for so long, and Sirius still looks at him like that—like he’s a flower turned towards the sun. It’s not right. He shouldn’t have to.

Sirius pinches, hard, until James comes back to him with a yelp. “You never have to thank me for that, you understand?” When James doesn’t respond, his fingers dig in a little more. “Do you understand, Jamie? I will wait for you, as long as it takes, and you do not get to make me feel bad about that. Nor will you beat yourself up over it.”

“But, Si, I- I was flaunting my relationship in your- it must’ve been terrible,” James cries out, putting himself in Sirius’ shoes—in love with someone who’s never once looked at him, knowing their heart is promised to another—and feeling like utter shite for it.

“I…wouldn’t recommend it, no,” Sirius says, still casual as all fuck. “But it wasn’t this great tragedy you’re building in your head, James. It was just other fact of life. Magic is real, hippogriffs are divas, and I was…am in love with you. Simple as that,” he ends with a shrug.

Simple, James scoffs mentally. If there was ever more proof needed that Sirius was the strongest person he knows, then this is it. Because James lived with the feeing that the person he was in love with—well, the other person he was in love with didn’t think of him that way for five days and he was ready to crack. That one week after he realised his feelings for Sirius were like a hitherto undiscovered form of hell—he was miserable.

It took Lily dragging him into an empty classroom and typing him to a chair before he finally admitted it to himself and her.

He was in love with Sirius Black, and from the look of things, it had been that way for a long, long time now. The only reason he hadn’t suspected anything was because their relationship had always felt so right, so complete that he couldn’t imagine needing anything more.

Until the possibility that Sirius might not be his, completely and entirely his, hits him across the head when he overhears a gaggle of admirers talk about dating him.

In the end, its Lily gives him the courage to do it.

Lily, who takes his hand in both of hers and presses the most tender kiss he’d ever felt. For a minute, he is worried, nay, terrified that she’s about to break up with him and what will he do then? Sirius might be the other half of his soul, but Lily was his heart. He couldn’t live without her nor could he blame her if that’s what he decided to do.

It only takes her a second to read the fear in his eyes before she presses the same kiss into his lips, his eyes, his nose, all over his face.

“I’m not going anywhere, love,” she whispers. “But I think it’s time we bring someone else in, hm?”

(James will never understand what he did to deserve not one, but two soulmates who fit him so perfectly when most people go their entire lives without even finding one but he promises himself he’ll never take it for granted, never treat them less than they deserve)

And so he’s here, two days of unsuccessful avoiding later, spilling his guts out to his best mate who’s just responded with the most heartbreaking sentence James’s ever heard.

“Well, I’ve got you beat there, Jamie. I’ve loved you since second year.”

That’s almost the entirety of the time they’ve known either.

Like he’s said, James doesn’t know how Sirius managed it. Can’t fathom how he was able to be there for him, not just as a friend but a wingman in his attempt to woo Lily. James think he’d rather combust than assist Sirius in picking out clothes for a date and condoms for the night after.

“I always knew there was a reason I liked Lily, you know,” Sirius says, suddenly. James blinks at him in question.

“She’s the reason you’re here, isn’t she?” James ducks his head at the knowing lilt of his words, unable to refute the truth of it.

“Well, will you thank her for me, then, J?” Sirius is leaning forward, eyes fixed on his, intense and heated. “Exactly like this, actually.” And he closes the gap between them.

#sirius black #james potter #lily evans #jilypad #that conversation between j & s is so important to me #bc i kinda wanted to write something other than the usual pining angst where s is sad and jealous #(which is totally fair ofc)#but i wanted to play around w a universe where he’s in love w j and doesn’t treat it like a burden #bc being w him or not doesn’t make a huge difference—they’re just that close #so yah. that’s the thought process lol.#sorry this is v unedited #my eyes r falling shut lol #pen’s asks #pen’s writing #tumblr works

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The Fox and the Sun

Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado

The first part of the prolog is written in the third person, then we switch to the second pov.

I wanted to separate so the past of the reader from the present.

Happy reading now.

Prolog: The Tale of the Good Demon

Long ago there lived a young maiden.

She was as beautiful, as she was kind, loved by her family and neighbors.

Some said that she had something godlike in her, that made her this way.

Of course, such shining light attracted the darkness.

The Demon King himself set his eyes on the young maiden.

One day he come into her home, killing anyone but her.

Turning her into a demon with fox-like features, ears, and a tail.

Kitsune he called her from this day and the young maiden was practically forced to obey him.

But even if she had to kill humans, even if she ate them, she searched for a way to escape this cursed existence.

She still was as pure in her heart as she was in her human life. Any death and harm she caused made her feel disgusted and hated by herself.

Years passed and the young maiden now only known as Kitsune became stronger.

So strong, that the power the Demon King had over her, vanished.

Finally, she could break free from his control and run into the night.

Now free, but still a demon, Kitsune didn’t know what to do.

She roomed the lands of Japan in search to give her life a purpose.

It wasn’t until she stumbled upon an old shrine where the fox goddess Inari was prayed to, that she found it.

Kitsune protected the Miko’s that lived there from evil men, who wanted to steal the treasures of the shrine.

She killed any last of them and the Miko’s thought she was a godsend by Inari herself.

They begged her to stay and Kitsune become their protector.

Life had again a meaning, a purpose.

Again years passed and anybody started to call her Inari, the good demon.

The protector of humankind.

This reached even the head of the Demon Slayer corps.

He came to the shrine with two of his strongest Hashiras.

With humility, he begged that Inari should join them. Become a Demon Slayer and help them against the Demon King.

Inari was unsure.

She lived a good life as the shrine’s proctor.

But the Miko’s encouraged her to go with the Demon Slayers.

Often she had talked to them about how she wanted to make the Demon King pay for what he did to her family, to her…this was a chance do to so.

So Inari joined the Demon Slayer Corps and became a Hashira.

To this day it is said that the young woman with whisker marks on her cheeks with an orange haori is the good demon Inari.

But these are of course only rumours.

It’s a story that gets told in Demon Slayer circles because the family Inari always has a woman as Hashira, nothing more.

Or that’s what you want to make all believe…

Trying to remember your human life…was difficult.

Every year that passed in this cursed demonic existence, you forgot more about your family and yourself.

The smell of your mother’s favorite perfume, your father’s loud laugh, grandmother’s swift hands at needlework, grandfather’s voice which sang you to sleep.

Like fog in the sunlight, it slowly vanished.

You signed and looked up at the sun.

After two centuries you finally could walk on sunny days again. It had been an amazing feeling. Like you have got a bit of your humanity back.

That’s when you heard a well know voice and found yourself with an armful of bubbly pink-green-haired Hashira.

“Mitsuri-Chan.”, you greeted her. “Nice to see you again.”

The Love Hashira greeted you back and then formally smashed your face into her bosom.

You tried your hardest not to turn into a tomato.

Technically you were older than her, but mentally and physically you were still seventeen years old. It sucked to be stuck in eternal puberty!

One of the reasons you so wanted to put Muzan’s stupid face on a stake and then spit on it.

“You look so cute today!”, she complimented you. “I like your new uniform.”

You only changed your stockings, since, like Mitsuri, you wore a skirt, but your friend got easily excited.

One of the reasons you found her so cute.

“So what are you doing here Mitsuri-Chan?”

Here been the house of Oyakata-Sama, where your Hashira’s mostly got your missions.

“Where you called by Oyakata-Sama too?”

“No, I just came from a mission. I think Shinobu-Chan and Tomioka-Kun were called here, like you Inari-Chan.”

“Oh joy, Tomioka.”, you deadpanned, which made Mitsuri giggle.

Nothing against the Water Hashira, but being around him made you more depressed than you already are. At least Shinobu would go on his nerves, which was always fun to watch.

Not for the first time you thought about just throwing these two idiots in a room and throwing the key away. Their sexual tension was annoying.

Humans and their relationships…were you like this when you were human once?

You couldn’t remember.

Hell, you have even forgotten your own name, that’s why anyone called you Inari.

Muzan had fucked you up well.

Anyway, you and Mitsuri said goodbye to each other, since you needed to go to the master and she needed to rest.

You enter the main room in the mansion, Shinobu and Tomioka were already sitting before the master.

You gave a deep bow and excused yourself for being late.

Oyakata-Sama just invited you to sit with them.

Pointly you ignored Tomioka’s disappointed stare and shared a quick hand squeeze with Shinobu.

Your master had exhausted kasugai crow in his lap.

“You did well to return.”, he cooed to the bird. “So, most of my children have been slaughtered? We might find the Twelve Kizuki there, then. It seems I’ll have to send in some Hashiras. Giyuu. Shinobu. Inari.”

For a second you wonder if it would be one of your old "friends".

Netherless you and your Hashira colleagues agreed with the master order.

“If only humans and demons could get along. Like we do with Inari-Chan.”, mussed Shinobu. “Don’t you agree, Tomioka?”

“Impossible… as long as demons eat humans.”

“I haven’t eaten a human in a good 50 years.”, you reminded all, but mostly Tomioka.

“You are strange and old, that’s why.”

“Did you just call me a hag?! I may look seventeen, but I’m still your senpai!”

“Ara, ara, Inari-Chan, don’t listen to Tomioka, you are still as beautiful and young as we first meet.”

Yeah, good that Shinobu was there or you would use your Katana on Tomioka.

Prick.

Good looking.

But a prick!

The master told you to go to Mount Natagumo and prepare yourself for anything.

Later, you would muse about how you didn’t had expect THAT what you encounter on the mountain.

No one could have prepared you for this.

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