#ooc: someone named me forgot to post this last week

[kazvha]

Hi, I saw your requests were open for the time being. I wanted to ask if you could write some headcanons (or anything really) about isagi, kaiser or noa from blue lock having a crush on gn reader. Like how would they fall for them, deal with their feelings and confess ? Thanks for considering, good day/night.

Summary: Them developing a crush on you

Including: Kaiser, Noa, Isagi

Notes: First time writing for them, sorry if they're ooc. Thanks for requesting!

MICHAEL KAISER

• Kaiser became aware of you for the first time when he bumped into you and didn't even spare you a look. Irritated, you scowled and mentioned how ugly his haircut was

• He only gave you a side glance and went on

• Since then, he began to notice your presence much more on the Bastard München campus

• He saw you when he bought a coffee in the cafeteria, he recognized you standing on the side of the football field while he was warming up; even after his taxing training he noticed you on his way to the dorms

• Kaiser isn't someone who shies away from conversation. When you became the assistant of his physiotherapist he had finally the opportunity to talk with you

• He already forgot about the bumping incident and conversed with you like he did with everybody else, a lot of self-absorbed remarks and snarky comments. And you didn't hesitate to bite back

• He was a bit friendlier with you than with everybody else though because you weren't his opponent on the field

• Eventually you warmed up to each other and the stinginess in your conversations toned down a little. Kaiser found himself looking forward to finding you around campus and agitating you

• He quickly realized that he had formed a crush on you. That's also when every conversation with you took a flirty spin. Kaiser was confident in himself, it would only be a matter of time until you fell for him

• Kaiser addresses you with so many silly pet names like "Süßkartoffel, Schnucki, or Bärchen"* instead of using your name

• He's generally touchy with people, but he became so much more touchy-feely with you after realizing his feelings

• Head resting on your shoulder to look at the document you're reading, hands around your waist just for fun, or even patting your head and messing up your hair :(

• Kaiser tries everything to sweep you off your feet and fluster you. When he's sure that you like him back, he immediately asks you out.

• "You like me right? I caught you staring at me multiple times these last few days," he smiles arrogantly and leans back with his hands behind his head as you stare at him with raised eyebrows. "Good for you that I like you too! Let's go out this weekend."

(* sweet potato, sweetie, little bear)

NOEL NOA

• You were the social media manager of Bastard München and had to talk to Noa multiple times throughout the week since he was the player who got the most likes and views on your posts and videos

• Noa had to do several challenges and Tiktok dances because of you. He thought that most of them were strange, but the rational part of him understood that his cooperation would be good for the team's publicity

• He was so bad at dancing and doing these challenges, you had to teach him every time you shot a new dance video

• Noa was very flustered every time you came up to his side and guided him with your hands on him, but he didn't let it show

• Over time he became used to your ideas and you two grew a little bond. He even developed a little crush on you. The thought of carrying out your ideas wasn't that bad anymore as long as he got to spend time with you

• He tried to reason why he liked you in the first place. Several things came to his mind: His heart beat faster every time you were near him. He had the desire to please you. When he was with you, there was always a slight smile on his lips

• Noa wouldn't say anything and continue like this for a year, to find out if his feelings were fleeting

• He didn't feel the need to be in a romantic relationship right now since his hands were full with football-related things. But if he still decided to pursue one, he wanted to be with the right person

• So when his heart remained unchanged after a year, he tried his luck and asked you out in one of your shootings

• "Let me be frank with you, I caught feelings for you. Could I take you out on a date, if that's okay?"

YOICHI ISAGI

• Isagi fell for you after you interviewed him. You didn't ask him superficial questions like every other reporter, but you understood his plays and asked him about his ambitions

• He was initially stunned by your questions but answered all of them with eagerness in his voice

• He was so giddy when you exchanged your contact info at the end of it

• Also when you texted him, asking him for another interview

• The next one had a more casual vibe to it. You two went out to the park and ate street food while you asked him various questions. You quickly became friends due to his open nature and it almost felt like a date...

• He became a nervous wreck every time before you met up and he asked his mom for advice on how to treat you like a gentleman

• Even when you two texted he probably would delete and rewrite his messages for like five minutes before actually sending them. His friends tease him because of that

• He definitely practiced his whole confession at home in front of the mirror and when the time to confess came, he quickly rattled his whole speech off before he started second-guessing himself

• "Look, I immediately thought there was a connection between us the moment we met. You understand all my plays, but you're not only engrossed in my football journey, you're interested in the real me too! So, yeah it's actually no wonder that I developed a crush on you... Do you think you could accept my feelings?"

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[restinslices]

I would love to request a fic of Ares x fem reader please? Maybe based of your post of being Ares favorite mortal lover and defending her or whatever idea you may have?

I think you and someone else requested this so COME GET YA’LL JUICE.

I made this sadder than it needed to be but it’s an illness at this point. Warning for a down bad Ares. Like, OOC type of down bad

Gods are typically very predictable when it comes to love.

It's usually temporary love and honestly a mortal is lucky if it lasts more than a month. They get together, have a baby then the god moves on before the baby is even born. It sounds heartless because it is, but that's just how it was when you were immortal. You got bored very quickly and chasing after mortals gave you something to do when life got too quiet.

That's what typically happens.

Sometimes though, the gods find very special mortals.

For Hermes, it was May. For Poseidon, it was Sally. For Ares, it was you.

Ares constantly watched over you and your child, even if you never knew. He couldn't be with you and he knew this, but that didn't mean he couldn't make sure you were ok and help out occasionally. Sometimes it'd be something as small as leaving you gifts to cheer you up, and sometimes it'd be something as big as delivering “bad luck” to your boss when he was being rude.

So imagine how upset he got when he watched your new partner continue to mistreat you.

Zeus made himself very clear.

Absolutely DO NOT commit any acts of violence against a particular mortal named Trent.

Ares thought about listening. Then Ares thought about the fact that he was willing to allow a war to happen between Zeus, Hades and Poseidon and he decided that since he's done a lot worse, a few felonies wouldn't be so bad in the grand scheme of things.

~~

The arguing made Ares pause before he could knock.

He heard your voice. “In my bed Trent?! Are you serious?!”.

The male groaned in annoyance, “If you can't accept that relationships have hiccups then maybe you don't actually care for me! I'll leave you alone right now if that's what you want! It's just fuck me, right?! After all I do?!”.

“What do you do?!”.

“I told you I had demons I was fighting!”

“Is the demon monogamy?”

He huffed and he swung the door open while going on and on about the so called demons he was fighting that you wouldn't understand, and if Ares had Hades powers, he'd send him some actual demons to worry about.

His eyes landed on Ares, “who are you?”.

You came into view right behind Trent and your eyes widened.

It was strange. Ares hardly paid attention to little details when it came to someone's appearance. After a while his eyes skimmed over people, and even if a mortal managed to catch his attention, he usually forgot what they looked like before the week ended. You were different though and if this is what Poseidon and Hermes felt then he understood why it was so hard for them to let their mortals go.

He wasn't necessarily an artistic guy but he could pick out the specific shade of your eyes, even if it was the most basic eye color. He memorized the shape of your hair and its color. He memorized certain mannerisms or habits you had, no matter how small. If someone blindfolded him, he was sure he'd still be able to find you just by hearing your laughter. He'd pat the area around him as he walk towards you and once he felt your hand in his, he'd know he was home. And sure, there was a mortal out there that had the same texture on their fingertips but he didn't care about them. He cared about you and even if you thought you weren't special, he would strongly disagree. Mortals didn't stay in his mind. You did. That meant something.

But Trent didn't seem to understand how special you were. He didn't understand that you were doing him a service just by standing near him and it made him angrier than he expected.

“This is Ares”, you said. It was embarrassing for him to admit how much he loved how his name sounded on your tongue, so he never admitted it. At least not out loud.

“Like the Zodiac Aries?”. He was going to correct him and make several snarky comments but you spoke before him.

“A-R-E-S. Ares. Like the God of War. Spirit of Battle. Mars for the Romans” you explained and the smirk that formed on his face further proved how down bad he was for you. The shit was embarrassing.

“I'm the father of her child” Ares added and Trent did not look pleased. He looked back and forth between the two of you and scoffed.

“You've been cheating on me, haven't you?”. He didn't even give you a chance to respond. “You're on my ass about what I did but you've already been whoring around. Just like I fucking thought”

“My kid is eight” you said simply. Ares hated that although you kept stepping back, he kept moving towards you. His shoulders were tall and proud, like he was trying to intimidate you into admitting something that wasn't true.

“I bet you're still sleeping with him or any other man that looks at you! I should've known better than to dedicate myself to a single mother. You're all just cheap sl-” his sentence was stopped abruptly when Ares grabbed onto his shoulder. At first Ares didn't realize how hard he was squeezing his shoulder, but once he noticed the sounds coming out of his mouth and saw his pathetic attempts to pry his hand off of him, Ares squeezed harder.

“She missed a very crucial part” his hand squeezed harder still and he pushed down, making the man hit his knees on the ground hard. “Ares, God of War. Spirit of Battle. Protector of Mistreated Women”, he glanced at you then looked back down at the man clenching his shoulder under him. “Have you been mistreating this woman?”.

Trent looked at you but all that did was fuel Ares’ with more rage. The nerve to treat you so cruelly for months then look to you for help. He yanked his shoulder towards him, earning a shout from him. “Don't look at her. Look at me”.

You placed your hand over his, “let him go”. You spoke softly as if you cared for this speck of dirt that probably wouldn't spit on you if you were on fire. Why? Why do this for him when there are millions of other men out there you could be with? Men that would treat you 100x better than Trent had. Men that would shower you with the praises you deserve and stand by you loyally and ask about your day and do whatever other bullshit mortals do that Ares would do with you if he weren't a god.

Trent had you but he didn't deserve you. Area didn't have you but he deserved you. The idea of Ares deserving something instead of just being given it was strange and foreign and even though gods couldn't get headaches, this is the closest he's felt to it.

“Let him go” you repeated slowly.

“I should get somewhere high before I do”.

“Hilarious” you said, although he wasn't joking. “You're gonna hurt him”. That was the plan. “I'm being serious, Ares. Let him go”.

“And then?”

“Then you leave”. But he stays? You were willing to let this man get away with all he's done within your months of dating and shoo the father of your child away?

“I should kill him anyway. He knows too much”.

He was right. Mortals that didn't have demigods weren't supposed to know about the gods existence, so technically killing him wouldn't be completely out of left field. Technically he somewhat had the right to. That's what his deluded mind was telling him anyway. And even if the man on his knees didn't know what he did now, he still deserved a form of punishment.

Your minds seemed to be linked, because you shook your head at him, like you were telling him “no. Don't do that”. You crouched down in front of Trent who was still desperately trying to free his shoulder. “You want him to let go don't you?”

“Well obviously!”. Ares didn't like the attitude and he was going to push down hard enough to dislocate his shoulder, but you put your hand back on top of his and shook your head again.

“He will. First you have to swear to something. Make an oath. Swear that you'll never come back here. Swear that you'll never talk to me again and you'll never mistreat another woman again. Swear on the River Styx. If you break this oath, something terrible will happen. Won't it Ares?”. You looked up at him, expecting an answer. Ares didn't know the answer though. He knew what happened to gods and demigods but regular average civilians? He assumed it was something bad, but he didn't know how bad. Since he didn't have a solid answer, he just voiced what he wanted to do.

“If you break your oath, I'll find you. I'll tear your legs off so you can't run, then your arms so you can't crawl away. I'll give you medical attention so you don't die and I'll make your pathetic form into a punching bag for when I get bored and trust me, I get bored often”. Ares couldn't see how he looked but he knew he looked scary enough by the way the guy shuddered and looked away from him. He even started to cry, which Ares found ridiculous. He wasn't crying earlier. He was on top of the world thinking punishment wouldn't come and even now he wouldn't truly be punished.

The guy repeated everything you said in between disgusting sobs. He swore on the River Styx and Ares was sure he didn't even know what that truly meant. He just wanted to be let go. Ares didn't want to let go but after some more coaxing from you, he let go reluctantly. Trent ran out the house, still sobbing and holding onto his shoulder.

“Thanks for that” you said when you rose back to your feet, but it didn't sound like an actual thank you. You sounded annoyed. “He'll squeal but no one will believe him about being attacked by a god. He'll drive himself crazy or get himself sent somewhere. He'll always check for you behind him. Is that enough punishment for you?”. Ares wanted some sort of physical punishment right then and there, but he'd either deal with him when you weren't looking or decide this will do. Depended on his mood later on.

“Why'd you do that? Now he won't come back!”

“You made him swear never to come back”, but you didn't seem to like him pointing out that fact. You rolled your eyes,

“Yeah, because I knew you'd break him next time you saw him”. Good point, but why did you still want him around?

“You deserve better”

“And what's better? Someone like you? Someone who pops in from time to time? Someone our child hardly knows? If that's what I deserve, well… I guess I must not deserve much. Maybe I did something wrong in a past life”. Your words cut deep. They cut deep because you had a point. Ares put you in a terrible situation. A lonely one. He made you a single mother and although he didn't talk to mortals often, he was still able to pick up on how mortals felt about single mothers. The unnecessary shame that came with having a child but with no father, even if it wasn't their fault. A large chunk of the mistreated women he protected were single mothers themselves. There was an unnecessary amount of shame thrown onto their shoulders. They could've left a terribly abusive relationship, but all of it was still their fault. They were questioned why they couldn't just stick it out, because surely a child with no father was worse than a child with an abusive father who could “get better” if they just “stopped making problems”. He hated it. Now it was hitting him that he helped place this shame on your shoulders. He never said anything but he still decided to have a child with you even though he knew he'd never be able to stay. He wanted to say he made a mistake, but could it really be a mistake if it all meant he had you in his life even if it was only for fleeting moments?

“You don't need him” he got out finally but you had a counter.

“I need someone. I need someone here. I-I… listen I know Trent can be a handful but it's better to have a handful than nothing at all. You have no idea how lonely it gets and even with him it's still lonely because I can't talk to him about any of this stuff. Do you know how exhausting it is moving a child from school to school? Some schools won't even take her! Says she has disciplinary issues and I should do home schooling but how is that possible if I have to work so we don't end up on the streets?!” your voice got louder and if this was anyone else he'd make them apologize for raising their voice at a god. He didn't interrupt you though. Each word was like twisting a knife inside him and he figured that you should be able to decide when to pull it out.

“Other moms don't want their children anywhere near ours. They think she'll be a bad influence. Some of them aren't bold enough to say it, but I can tell what they're thinking! They treat her like some terrible disease their children will catch and I can't explain why she is the way she is! I can't say 'oh well her dad is a god and the monsters she draws are things she's seeing on the street and you can't see it but honestly she's in more danger than you’. I have to say 'they're just pictures. She's just creative!’ ” You began pacing and rubbing your hands together. “I'm alone and sometimes I don't wanna be alone. Having another adult here keeps the walls from closing in. Ugh. What type of mother am I? I can't explain any of this to my child and I can tell how alone she feels too. I think… I think I'm her only friend. She hears what people say about her. She thinks something is wrong with her. She thinks she's a burden. What eight year old thinks like this?”, You sat on the couch and put your head in your hands. “I'm a failure…”.

“Sad” wasn't the word Ares would use to describe how he felt. Maybe not even “sorrowful”. There had to be a better word to explain how he ached watching you fall apart. Ares wasn't good at personal talks, but he sat beside you and spoke

“You are not a failure”. It was simple, but he hoped it worked anyway.

You looked over at him with an expression he knew would be imprinted into his mind for eternity. “Then what am I?”.

He could go on and on about what you were and how much you meant, but he knew he didn't have much time. Zeus probably already knew he was here. He was nosey like that and he'd do anything to make sure everyone followed his lead. He wished he could tear him apart but Ares knew better than to voice any of the malicious thoughts he had or to try and harm him. Maybe a time would come, but it wasn't now.

“You're doing your best with the heavy burden I put on you”

“She's not a burden” you said quickly. “I'm just not sure what to do anymore. Everything I do seems like the wrong choice”. Ares wanted to approach a topic you seemed to despise but either he was predictable or that mind link was a real thing because next you said “No”.

“That camp-”

“Your family will mold her into what they want her to be and respectfully your family… uhh…” he got it. The gods didn't take kindly to insults and he wouldn't be surprised if you finished your sentence and then was magically turned into a pig.

“She needs to be a warrior. Camp will attempt to make her a warrior”. You didn't seem pleased.

He hated your stubbornness. He didn't watch other demigods as much, but even he knew their mortal mother's tended to die because of their own stubbornness. They'd refuse to send them to camp and when their child realized who they were and the monsters came running… well… there was a good chance everyday struggles wouldn't be a problem anymore.

“She'll realize at some point and you can't protect her”.

“I know” you admitted. The defeat was all over your face and in the heavy breath you took. You laid your head on his arm and intertwined your fingers together. “She's gone for tonight. She's staying with my mother down the street. She's the only one that takes her in sometimes. Can you stay over tonight?”.

“What are you suggesting?”

“You're the furthest thing from funny. I'm not having one of your kids again, are you insane?”. Although you said he wasn't funny, and he wasn't joking in the slightest, you both managed to laugh.

“Seriously, can you stay?”. The sky was clear and sunny but thunder rumbled.

If Ares was granted three wishes from a genie, he'd use all of them to watch Zeus die a horrible miserable death over and over again. What harm would one night do?

Well… a demigod could come out of one night but if Zeus didn't like it, he didn't have to watch.

He knew that argument wouldn't work and he didn't have to speak for you to know the answer. You scooted away from him and you took a sudden interest in the floor.

“I would if I could-”

“I know. I understand”. Another thing he hated about you. You were too understanding. He wanted you to scream at him. He wanted you to scream about how much you hated him and how he ruined you. He wanted you to swear at him and tell him to never step foot near you again. Anything that would make separating easier.

“Ares” you spoke, breaking the silence that filled the room. “If I agree to having her sent to camp, will you watch over her? Can you send one of those- what were they again? Oh! Satyrs. Can you send one of those and make sure they both get to camp safely?”

He didn't have to think. “Yes”.

“And claim her. Maybe not too soon though. I remember when I went to camp people got jealous when their parents would send them letters. I know my camp wasn't a god camp but you know what I mean. I just don't want her to catch unwanted attention”.

“Of course”

“Oh and one more thing. I know I'm asking for a lot but can you give me to the end of the school year. I don't know if she'll want to come back home or if it'll even be safe and-”

“You want time”. You didn't respond but he knew the answer. He knew how hard letting go would be for you and the thought that meeting you was a mistake crossed his mind again. You deserved to have a regular family and a regular husband that you had regular conversations with. Not this.

Thunder rumbled again.

“You have to go” you didn't sound like you wanted him to leave and he didn't want to leave either but he knew he had no choice. He stood up,

“I'll see you again. I promise”

“You've made enough promises, you don't have to do that. You can…” the words seemed like they burned to get out, “you can move on”.

He wanted to argue and say that he'd never truly move on from you. That you were the most memorable mortal he'd been with and he had no plans on leaving you be, but then he realized how selfish that was. Damming you to a life of sitting and waiting until he had time to see you. The thought of you sitting home alone waiting for any sign of him, signs that he wouldn't be able to give as often as you needed made him feel an immense amount of guilt.

“You make me an oath” he started, “I don't know what happens when mortals break an oath they make on the River Styx, so swear on anything that's important to you that you'll find a guy who deserves and appreciates you. Not another guy like before. Not some guy to fill in the empty space in here. I mean a man who will treat you right until you become just a memory”. Knowing he'd never be that man filled him with a burning sensation he couldn't quite explain. Some people would say “I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy” but Ares wasn't like that. He'd only wish this on his worst enemies. Not someone he got into an argument with, or someone he didn't like. Only the enemies that made him spit when he heard their name.

“I swear on our daughter” was all you said and it was all he needed to hear. He didn't give you a kiss or hug you goodbye. It'd make it too hard to leave. He just left. He closed the door behind him like nothing had happened and left you behind.

There was a small part of him that selfishly wanted you to break that oath because that'd mean he'd get to see you again, even if it was only to commit violence. The bigger part of him knew that was selfish. You needed to keep true to that oath, even if it would destroy him to watch you call someone else the love of your life eventually.

This could’ve been a heeheehaha jokey thing but I’m an asshole so here we are. I hope it’s clear that I write requests in the order I get them btw. This isn’t towards the anon, I’m just saying to everyone if a request is taking a hot minute I’m either ill, busy, or working on one that came before yours. I also try to do one requests a day to keep things spread out. Posting all the requests on one day will upset me and my homegirls.

#ares pjo #pjo ares #pjo angst #ares percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo oneshot #pjo gods #if you see a typo no you don’t

[mercedesnameinlights-blog]

Para: Sancedes

Who: Santana and Mercedes

When: Tuesday April 2, 2013 (Spring Break)

Where: Finn’s Aunt’s Lakehouse

What: After Finn’s Announcement

Mercedes caught up to Santana, walking beside her for a few seconds before speaking.  “Want to go to your room or mine?” She asked her softly.  Yes, things were tolerable between Finn and Santana at the moment, but this was a huge deal.  Having someone you care deeply about announce they’re going into the military when things are not exactly the best around the world is terrifying.  She had an idea where Santana’s head was at, but she also knew she needed to let her bestie talk it out so it didn’t get bottled up and left to simmer.  Simmering might be good for certain recipes, but Santana could boil over and she didn’t want that for her.  Ugh. She loved Finn and all, but he really did have a timing issue.

Santana picked up the pace when she heard someone walking behind her. Though when she heard Mercedes, she slowed down again. That was the only person she wouldn't run away from. “Yours is fine.” If they had gone to hers, Santana was afraid that someone would burst in. Now they only had to worry about Sam coming in. She quickly headed to her best friend’s current room, slowly sitting down on the bed. “The fucking Air Force. Is he kidding me?”

Mercedes closed the door and then sat down on the bed beside her. “Yeah, that was definitely a shock. I never imagined he was remotely interested in the military. But maybe that’s why?  Maybe Finn really doesn’t have a clue, and a lot of people go into the military for that reason.  They don’t know what they want to do, so they sign up and see if that gives them some direction in their life?” She had known what she wanted to since she was about 10 years old, not everyone had that feeling.

“If he didn't know what he wanted, he could've just went for some general education shit at a random college. He doesn't need to go god knows where to get his fucking hand blown off.” She ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated with the entire situation. “I can't even say anything about it. Like, It's his decision and I have literally no say. But I… Am really freaked out about it.” Santana figured she could just be honest and let it all out. She knew Mercedes wouldn't tell anyone.

“Hey, he’s still your friend. And regardless of who he’s dating now, you’d still feel this way, and there is nothing wrong with it.  You have a right to be scared for his safety, I am too. I’m willing to bet everyone in that room is on some level.  This isn’t about having a say in what he chooses to do with his life, this is about being concerned as his friend.  And it sucks, but he is doing what he feels is best for him.  We ain’t gotta like it, but as his friends, we need to support him.”  Santana was more than a friend, at least she was, but that whole Finn and Santana kinda sorta relationship had gone down in flames.  She still felt deep down that Santana loved Finn, to the best of her ability, but that was neither here nor there at this point.

Santana shook her head. “If I said something, him and Barbie would act as if I'm committing a crime. Especially Quinn. She’d somehow find a way to make it about her and claim I'm bullying her or some shit.” She bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself from getting, or sounding, too emotional. “You're so lucky I love you because I never would've came on this trip in the first place. I hate that everywhere I turn I somehow bump into them, and how I can't even be all up on Puck without feeling like an absolute monster yet they get to be cuddling on the couch like it's not big deal. And now with the whole military shit… I don't want him to go, Cedes. I really don't.”

“You don’t need to say anything to him with Quinn around. Give it a few days, wait until you can speak to him solo.” She knew things with Quinn and Santana were definitely not good, and she wasn’t going to get in the middle of that insanity.  “And it definitely needs to be said in person, and calmly.” She wrapped her arm around her and hugged her. “I know, and I thank you so much for coming here.  I know it seems silly, but all of you are the only real friends I’ve ever had, and in a few months, it’ll all be over.  We’ll be leaving Lima and each other.”  She sighed softly. “I know you don’t, and I wish I had the right words to say that would make it easier, but I don’t.  What I can tell you is that as his friend, one of his closest friends, just be there for him and let him know that as much as you hate the thought of him being in danger, you will support his choice.”

“Yeah but even if she isn't around when I talk to him, I'm sure he’s gonna fill her in. It's like I can't say anything to him without it going to her.” She rested her head down on her best friend’s shoulder. “You know you're not getting rid of me though. I'm still gonna be the biggest pain in your ass.” Santana groaned at the thought of how this was all a mess. If only things had just stayed the same. There would be no huge friend fight, and they definitely wouldn't be so divided as they were right now. “Am I really one of his closest friends though? Let's be real here. Most of what I say to him doesn't matter anymore.” Figuring she did enough arguing against Mercedes’ point, she chimed in once again. “I guess I can try talking to him eventually.”

“Maybe so, but you talking to him about this, as a friend, is something that needs to happen before graduation.”  She replied with a slight shrug. “Crap went bad between y’all, there is no denying that, but I can’t imagine he has erased all the years you two have been friends.” She began braiding small sections of Santana’s hair.  “You thinking things you say to him don’t matter is not the same as him not listening. You feel that way because he isn’t doing what you want him to do, and guess what, you can’t fault him for having a mind of his own.”  She knew that may not be what she wanted to hear, but Mercedes never tried to sweeten things up for Santana, if she was being crazy, she’d let her know, but she was always in her corner.  “Girl, I’ve got so much ass I don’t even notice when you’re being a pain.  Maybe I’ll feel a slight prick on the bubble of my left cheek,” she chuckled softly.  “We’re going to be in New York, Tana.  I still can’t get over that.”

Santana rolled her eyes as Mercedes mentioned Finn having a mind of his own. That was something she knew, of course, but it was also something that frustrated her. All she wanted was for Finn to think the same way she did. It’d make relationships much easier if that's the way things worked. “But I can totally fault him for playing the victim and always making me out to seem like a fucking Disney villain.” She playfully slapped her friend’s leg when the other girl mentioned having a lot of ass. “Shut up. Your ass is fucking golden and you know it. Plus I'm a big enough pain to be everywhere at this point.” As the conversation turned to New York, Santana perked up a bit. “It's gonna be so great. Everyone's gonna be super jealous of our hot asses as we walk along.”

“Yeah, but you know good and well you’re not trying to be the Disney princess anyway, that isn’t you. You’re not evil either.  At the end of the day, y’all weren’t communicating. He did wrong, you did wrong, and two wrongs can’t make things right. All you can do now is try to walk away with your friendship, and that is going to take a lot of resolve on your end, but I know you can do it.”  She shoved her softly when Santana slapped her leg. “I know my booty is phenomenal, but even I know I got more than two handfuls. Booty for days!”  She grinned wider as she thought about walking down the sidewalk of NYC. “I cannot wait until the weather gets cold there, I am strutting in some chunky heeled boots, wrapped up with my scarf, oh so chic.”

“I could've done the whole princess shit if that's what he wanted,” she said softly. “Though I know it wasn't. Our only problem was my lack of emotion… He wanted someone that was gonna out right say they loved him while my version is trust and simpler shit.” Santana was pretty disappointed from how their relationship turned out, but she wasn't trying to focus on that anymore. Instead she just wanted to move on from almost everyone in their town. Santana loved the fact that she would be able to stay so close to her best friend. The two hadn't been apart since they were really young so they weren't about to start now. “Maybe I'll quit guys all together and be your super hot, trendy lesbian bestie.”

She snorted as she laughed. “Girl, that much hot in one relationship would be against about fifty laws, plus I have this really hot boyfriend that has these really amazing lips.” She knew she didn’t want to rehash the whole Finn thing, and she didn’t blame her.  “Besides, you know good and well you’re going to have so many guys and girls after you in New York that I’m going to have to make you notes to remember names.  And you’ll have variety too. This little town is full of the same kind of folks, and we know them all pretty much.  I mean, it’s no coincidence that my first boyfriend is a guy that isn’t even from here!”

Santana laughed and simply shook her head at the mention of Sam’s lips. Hopefully what Mercedes was saying was right. She’d find some new people to hook up with and date, and the whole sinking feeling she felt when she saw Finn would disappear. It wasn't smart of her to be in the same friend group. “You can be my sexcretary. So whenever I hook up with someone new, I'll tell you so you can keep track of who they were and how good they were. Can't be fucking crappy people more than once.” She chuckled a bit when Mercedes talked about Sam not being from Lima. “You have a point. Why didn't we get any transfer students for me? Bullshit,” she teased. She was happy for her best friend.

“Ooh, sexetary, I like that.  I’ll need to get a cute suit for this job.  We’ll have an impeccable filing system, bad lays go to the bottom of the list.  The guys that are gifted and know what they’re working with will get the gold condom of approval from you.  Which by the way, thank you so much for explaining why there were gold condom wrappers out in the world.”  Sex education via Santana Lopez was far better than any book or class.  “I think the heavens took pity on me and said here, let us bless you with this southern dipped tall taste of deliciousness.” She shimmied and then started to giggle.

“Congrats on your new job! I just need you to keep being your fabulous self and maybe you'll be promoted.” She laughed as the conversation moved a bit to their condom talk. That was one of the funniest, but exciting, things Mercedes had ever asked her about. “I obviously need to keep my bestie updated on the latest, best condom options. You want that gold, boo.” Santana scrunched up her nose in her best friend’s direction. “Don't make me start thinking of you and blondie’s sex life! That is something I don't need to picture. I just need the quick details.”

“Ssshh, you’re the only person that knows,” Mercedes whispered, her cheeks brightening slightly with warmth.  “We decided everyone didn’t need to know all our business.  You get to be the exception, and he got to tell one of his friends if he wanted.” The condom conversation had been insane, but Mercedes was truly curious because why wouldn’t all condoms be in gold wrappers? Or why wouldn’t all guys want the cool, shiny gold ones? Her mind had truly been blown that day needless to say.  “Oh I got the gold, believe that.”

Santana laughed again when Mercedes seemed to get so embarrassed of the conversation. “We’re the only ones in here! I won't tell anyone.” She tilted her head slightly to the side. “Do you know who he told? We’re like our own little group.” Her eyes grew wide when she brought up getting the gold. “You suck. I was gold until… Puck’s average, if you're wondering.” Santana leaned over to gently bump into her best friend. The talk with Mercedes had helped lighten up her mood.

“If he told anyone it would be Blaine, but maybe he didn’t tell anyone. He’s such a southern gentleman. I know it’s silly, but he’s literally everything I could ever want in a guy.  And he’s so talented, I can’t wait to see what he does with his art career.”  She knew she was doing that goofy, doe-eyed thing she did when she talked about him, but she couldn’t help it.  She wrinkled her nose and then made a face. “Nooo!! I don’t want to know!” She started laughing. “He must know what he’s doing if he does the job for you.” She knew Santana did not tolerate being unsatisfied sexually.

Her eyes rolled playfully as her best friend started gushing about her boyfriend. “He’s just sunshine and rainbows, you know?” Even though she was teasing, she was genuinely happy to hear the pure happiness in her friend’s voice as she spoke about Sam. She deserved someone like him. Someone that made her happy and knew how to treat her right. “Oh, he totally does. I mean, it’s not a bad size or anything. Plus he knows what to do with his mouth so that makes up for it.” Santana wiggled her eyebrows a bit with a smirk on her lips. “Speaking of, just fast, I need to get laid. Like, I’m holding off on this weird trip and I’m not feeling it.”

“Don’t make me whack you with one of these pillows,” she chuckled.  She knew more about Santana’s sexual activity than she needed to, but they didn’t keep secrets from each other for the most part, so it was par for the course. “Girl, go grab your dude and do your thing, just don’t let anyone hear you, because we don’t need that added drama up in here. No one has to know if you handle yourself discreetly.”  Everyone knew her and Puck were having sex, mainly because they put it out there for everyone to know, but that didn’t mean everyone had to know when they were having it. Especially if they were in the same house!  “If we get an apartment together at some point, I’m going to invest in high quality noise cancelling headphones.”

Santana shrugged a shoulder, not bothered at all by any of their conversation. “I just feel bad, I guess. Like, I’m obviously not dating him or anything but I feel like it’s rubbing salt in the wound if I’m heard at all. Or if I do anything remotely touchy with Puck that can get back to him.” She knew Finn had moved on, but she still felt weird about having sex with one of his friend’s. “Maybe I can convince Puck we should disappear on some long walk somewhere… Is there a basement in this house? I haven’t looked around.” Santana smiled and then fell onto her back on the bed. “Maybe I’ll get you nice headphones for graduation,” she joked. “I can’t make you spend money if you need them to drown me out.”

It was weird all the way around to be honest, but Mercedes tried not to judge people’s relationships.  “There are a lot of places you two can sneak off to around this place.  There’s the boathouse where they keep the canoes and stuff, there’s a zillion trails. Heck, take the car and have at it up the road.” Santana could get cranky when her needs weren’t getting met, and no one wanted that. “Please, I want awesome headphones for the studio anyway, I have them on my graduation wishlist, so maybe my brother will get me some.” She looked at Santana and smiled. “You gonna be okay, beautiful?”

“I’ll have to see if there’s a free time where no one would really notice if we were gone.” She didn’t want things to be weirder than they already were. If she had to wait until they got back from spring break, so be it. “Well, if he doesn’t then I’m snatching that gift idea right up. Actually, just pretend we never had this conversation and I’ll ask him myself.” Santana figured that was a pretty decent idea for a Mercedes gift. That and something else, of course. She sat back up and offered her best friend a genuine smile. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. It sucks, but you know me. I hang in there anyway.”

“You’re sneaky, I know you can come up with something,” she teased.  “Royce is still refusing to believe we’re graduating, he says we’re still 14 years old in his mind, the crazy fool.  I already know what my parents got you for graduation, and no I am not telling, but you’re going to love it.” She had helped pick it out to make sure it was perfect.  “I do know you.  Make sure you come get me if you feel like you’re about ready to lose your cool or you just need to vent.  Sam knows when the Tana signal goes up, I’m off like Batman.”

Santana shook her head. “He’ll get over it eventually… You know, right before our college graduations when he switches to not believing that that’s happening.” She waved her friend off a bit. “I’ll be fine. Seriously. I’ll probably head back to my room and relax for a while and then find someone else to go bother.” She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m hanging on. I’ll be back to my obnoxious ass self when we get home.”

Mercedes just shook her head and laughed. “Just a few more months, and then you’ll be busy planning your New York social life.  Royce will indeed get over it.  I mean, he finally got over me having a boyfriend.” She pulled Santana in for a hug. “Now go, get some rest and limber up for whatever mischievousness you end up getting into later.”

#para #r:tana #ooc: someone named me forgot to post this last week

[drachenlegend]

Mind if I could request Fire moth members x reader, but it's the reader birthday and they (the reader) somehow forgot about it because you know, missions and some-in base tasks??

Fire Moth Members x Gender Neutral Reader

Artist's Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/12342223

Source: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/4792665?q=kevin_kaslana+

Uses the reader from this post.

Warnings: May contain OOC characters and spelling/grammar mistakes.

As the "Prodigy of Fire Moth," your reputation and fame attracted the attention of many of your higherups - all of whom had missions that they saw you fit to complete for them. Whether or not they were difficult, it did not matter. The assignments took up much of your time and attention to the point when you even forgot that your birthday was coming up.

You probably wouldn't have realized that it was coming up if it weren't for one important detail: only a select few had access to the information of every MANTIS in Fire Moth and, luckily(?) for you, Dr. Mei was one of those people.

The doctor certainly never showed much interest in the affairs of others until she heard from Kevin that you had planned to go out on a mission on your birthday of all days. Perhaps, the fact that you didn't even know what the occasion was on that day made her take action.

Originally, she had meant for only the white-haired MANTIS to know about this information, but, somehow Elysia got a hold of the knowledge. And, from there on, it was only a matter of time for your friends to find out.

Dr. Mei

Dr. Mei doesn't have a lot of time on her hands and as much as she may wish to personally deliver it to you, she cannot. The best she can do is write you a heartwarming letter to wish you a happy birthday and have Kevin deliver it either directly to you or place it on your table.

She knows you the best out of all of your friends and knew to get you a [...] for your birthday, surprising you immensely because of the gift itself and the fact that someone had remembered for you.

Despite her busy work schedule, she doesn’t forget about you and often finds herself wondering if you were enjoying the present she had secretly bought and personally tinkered with.

===

"Good morning, (Your/Name). Did you get a good night's sleep since you do not have a mission for the rest of the week...? 

Without warning, you give her a thankful hug and managed to catch the brilliant scientist off guard.

“Ah...” 

“...Thank you...”

“You do not have to thank me. It was the least I could have done after everything you've helped us with...” 

Dr. Mei sighs when you refuse to let go and decides to return the hug.

“Happy birthday, (Nick/Name)."

Kevin Kaslana [I] - Deliverance

Kevin's sole intent on wiping out the Honkai and his cold demeanor made him seem like a cold killing machine. With Judgment of Shamash and his Parvati genes, he never thought it was possible for him to even remotely resemble a human in form or in emotion.

He too also accepted the terrifying image others had of him but when you came into his life, the ancestor of the Kaslana lineage thought otherwise.

However disconnected he may seem, there was still a time where he was an average person and enjoyed the simpler things in life. 

Perhaps it was the thought that you won't grow up with a normal upbringing, and never will, that made Kevin ask his best friend for advice.

===

"Su helped me pick this out when I heard it was your birthday. It's been a long time since I've even attempted to do something like this... We... I didn't know what you'd like, but I hope you can accept this birthday gift from me - not as Kevin the MANTIS soldier, but... As Kevin, a friend..."

“...”

“Is... Is it not to your liking?” Kevin was not unfamiliar with the uncomfortable feeling in his chest when you hadn’t reacted in the slightest but it had been years since he has last felt such a thing.

“No...It’s perfect. Thank you.” Your hands reach up and pat his face.

Instinctively, Kevin was about to grab your hands but stopped, slowly exhaling through his nose. 

Your hands... They felt warm on his face... He hadn’t felt anything as warm in many years...

Maybe, just for today, he would let this slide...

Elysia [II] - Enigma

Elysia's eyes lit up the moment Dr. Mei uttered the words: "It will be (Your/Name)'s birthday soon" and she could barely hold back her excitement. It was rather obvious and the greatest scientist alive had to wonder if she made a mistake in telling the MANTIS.

With her left hand around your right, Elysia dragged you along to her favorite stores while humming a happy tune. 

Though it was your birthday and she knows what you like, it doesn't mean you're going to escape her clutches. She has the whole day with you to herself and she wasn't going to let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away from her.

===

"Now, say: 'Ahhhh!' There you go, you're very compliant today, (Nick/Name). It almost makes me feel like it's my birthday today. Hehe~ just kidding!” 

”Why are you doing this, Elysia?” 

“I thought it would be nice for us to finally go on our first date! Of course, we could always go on more if you'd like...! Aw~ Your face is tomato red again! 

“Be serious f-for once!”

“Oh, alright. Don't you remember what today is? It's your birthday, silly~!”

“My...birthday?“ 

Before you could question her any further, you found yourself pulled into tight hug and her patting the back of your head.

“I know this year must have been hard on you, but I know that you've been doing your best and I'm extremely proud of you for that. Now, let’s take it easy for now, alright?"

“F-Fine...“

There were many rumors surrounding the two of you now after that. And none of which Elysia was quick to deny, making your life more difficult. If anything, she encouraged them more...

Eden [IV] Gold

Much like Kevin, Eden was told ahead of time but found herself stumped on what to buy for you. There was no such thing as a budget in Eden's book but perhaps it wouldn't have resulted in her feeling absolutely lost.

Eden bought out everything she thought you might have enjoyed: clothes, jewelry, books, etc. Nothing was too expensive to her when it came to you and that hasn’t changed.

She knew through Elysia that you liked [...] and made sure to buy everything she could find of it.

===

However, on one of her buying-out sprees, she came across you receiving gifts from members of Fire Moth and wanted to facepalm, knowing for sure that this was all Elysia's fault but repressed the uncouth urge. 

She was all too familiar with the look in their eyes, reminding her of her time as a singer and the false smiles business people gave her in the hopes of getting on her good side. Eden was even more familiar with the look in your eyes when you too realized what they were playing at and accepted their gifts nonetheless.

When they finally leave, Eden joins up with you and brings you in for a small hug, rubbing your back. The former singer knows the inner turmoil you were going through all too well and is very aware of how much a simple thing like a hug would have meant at that very moment - even if she never received one during that time. 

Holding your hand, Eden took you to the Golden Courtyard where no one would bother you two and a drink of non-alcoholic wine would be perfect for the both of you. 

It was the perfect present, she realized afterward: peace and quiet after a long day.

"Wine tastes fine on its own, but now, it tastes even better with the people you love by your side, doesn't it?” 

“...Yeah...”

Eden smiles and holds your left hand with her right, squeezing your hand gently.

“We’re always here for you and ready to lend a shoulder. Happy birthday, (Your/Name)."

Afterward, however, you had to deal with a tipsy Eden who didn’t let you leave her side and whined whenever you tried to escape her... But, it was still a nice present...

Kalpas [VI] - Decimation

On the surface, Kalpas looked like he did not give a damn about your birthday. No change in his stance. No slight twitch. Nothing. 

If anything about him looked different, it was the fact that the energy around him said he more excited to meet you in the training room and didn't hold back in his strikes. That was the only sign that he cared remotely. 

After the intense training regiment he would put you through, Kalpas would retreat back to his room and lock the door behind him, not acting out of the ordinary to not arouse suspicions.

He was never sociable in the first place and did not act out of the ordinary. However, when you open the door the morning of your birthday, you found a surprisingly neatly wrapped present waiting outside your room. Inside you found...

===

" ‘Stuffed animals? Wooden carvings?’ Why do you annoy me with this useless conversation? Dr. Mei might have allowed you to take a break, but I will not be so kind. Meet me in the training room when you're done wasting your time trying to figure out who gave you those."

Kalpas growled and left you alone. You watch him leave and cracked a small smile when you realized that he was heading in the opposite direction of the training room. 

Perhaps, he was trying to hide something from you, but he would never admit it...

Su [VII] - Bodhi

Su always had trouble trying to read your mind as all he received in return was silence. He was even more surprised when he learned that your birthday was rapidly approaching and you hadn't mentioned it to anyone nor did the thought cross your mind.

Before he became an integral part of Fire Moth, Su worked as a professional doctor and had to watch as the Honkai claimed the many lives of the infected. He lost count of how many times he overheard his patients praying to their gods on their birthday for a cure, only to end up meeting that very god soon after. Each death weighed heavy on his soul and the pain was always fresh in his heart whenever he laid his eyes on you.

Su knew it was common to give a gift to a particular person on their birthday, but you were a special case. Would you have cared? Would you even spare whatever he gave you a second glance? These thoughts would trouble to such an extent that he never expected you to be the one to move the first move.

===

“Hey, Su.” You approach him, shaking him free from his thoughts as he sat up on the chair in the medical bay.

“(Your/Name)? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be - Don’t tell me, did you get hurt?” Su shoots out of his seat and begins to inspect your body, looking for any bruises.

“No, I’m fine. That’s not why I’m here today. I... I... Ah, screw it.” You walk over and gave him a hug.

“(Y-Your/Name)?” Su stuttered your name, surprised by this sudden, rare showcase of affection by you. However, that doesn’t last much longer as you pull away from him.

“I wanted to thank you, Su. If it weren’t for you, I don’t think I would have made it to see my birthday this year. Oh, and, uhm. You don’t have to give me anything for my birthday because...” 

You give Su the first smile he had seen from you.

“I'm just glad to have this life of mine now.”

Bowing to him, you leave the medical bay with your head held high, a contrast to the many times in the past you’ve left with your eyes glued to the floor. 

The sadness and pain in Su’s heart whenever he looked at you slowly melted at the memory of your bright smile. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched you walk away.

Even if he did only save one person in the end, he was glad it was one of the dearest people to him...

SAKURA [VIII] - Setsuna (and Rin)

Sakura was quiet and attentive when hearing the ‘mission briefing’ from Elysia: buy (Y/N) the best present she could find. Throughout the conversation, her face was calm as always but her ears told a different story. Our beloved ‘Miss Pink Elf’ had trouble refraining from teasing Sakura.

When Rin heard that it was your birthday from Sakura during a small visit to her hometown, her excitement was more obvious than her older sister’s.

They spent the entire day going around to the familiar stores of their hometown and looked for anything you might have liked. Sakura had never seen her sister this invigorated before but couldn’t deny that she was also excited.

===

The aircraft transporting Sakura and Rin touched down on the roof of the main Fire Moth base, and the door opened up. 

“Ah, finally! My legs fell asleep!” Rin quickly leapt out and landed on the ground, glad to finally be out of that compact space.

“Before you run around, help me with the-”

“Rin...?” Rin turned to the source of the voice and found you standing there.

“(Your/Name)~!” Rin rushes over and wraps her arms around you. Her innocent blue eyes look up at you, gleaming with affection.

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean by that? We’re best friends! Of course, I’ll come and celebrate your birthday with you.”

“I see...” You looked down at her with a confused look on your face. Your mind was still processing her words but your body had already moved. Rin felt your arm wrapping around her and your other hand patting her head. “How lucky I am to have you as a friend then.”

“Hehe~! Sis! Come over here and join us already!”

“E-Eh...?” Sakura clears her throat with a slow blush surfacing, “I mean... W-Wouldn’t it be inappropriate for a superior [Sakura] to fraternalize with their subordinate [You] in such a way especially in public?”

“Huh? I thought superiors were supposed to take care of their subordinates as well! Stop making excuses and get over here!”

“...F-Fine...” Sakura muttered to herself before shyly approaching you with her ears twitching nervously.

“Cute...” You and Rin whispered to yourselves before you found yourself sandwiched between the two Yaes.

“Hehe, happy birthday (Your/Name)!”

“H-Happy birthday...(Your/Name)...”

The two sisters held onto you tightly, one with a big smile on her face and the other with a nervous smile, but both were happy to feel your warm presence. You felt the same way and hoped to feel their warmth for the times to come...

Mobius [X] - Infinity (and Klein)

Oh dear, how do I write this...? Also, I have no idea if Klein was around back then but she’ll be an little extra addition...

Mobius was previously the only one with the knowledge that it was your birthday, having searched far and wide for any information about you. With a soft hiss, she silently curses Dr. Mei. 

Mobius has originally planned on appealing to you by being the only one to have known it was your birthday, but found herself in a rather unexpected situation.

She was always learning more about you through Klein who stuck around by your side constantly whenever she wasn’t doing tasks for the mad scientist. Mobius learned of your likes, dislikes, and what hobbies you’ve found yourself partaking in between missions.

At first, she questioned your existence.

How did someone as average as you end up taking the title of [III] - Jormungandr? How did someone so young gain this much power to rival Kevin and Elysia - both of whom had many years of experience over you?  You were around the same age as Hua and already received the same SWARA treatment as her. 

 Frustration was an inept word to describe what she felt while trying to decipher the positions Elysia had placed everyone in. After all, Mobius was the third MANTIS to be created.

Then her frustration transformed into intrigue.

In the databases, you were the only one to not have recorded data about your Artificial Honkai transformation. Not a single tidbit of information nor clue. Mobius pondered this knowledge for many moons until she was enlightened to the truth of the matter.

It wasn’t because Dr. Mei refused to provide information, but it was because there was none to be shared. You couldn’t do it. The brilliant doctor had made sure to stop before the final component was integrated into your body that would have allowed you to transform.

How far would your power increase if Mobius were to add her personal touch? Ideally, above the likes of Kevin and Elysia.

===

“Klein."

The young girl looked up from her little workspace, her eye dark with exhaustion.

“Bring them to me.”

“...Yes...“

Klein already knew who Mobius was speaking of and nodded her little head, sprinting towards the elevator.

Her physique was tiny for obvious reasons and she had trouble navigating through the Fire Moth base. When the little girl found you, her eye shone with wonder and she began to tug on your clothes, gaining your attention.

Crouching down to her level, you begin to pat her head and lift her up.

“Klein. What’s wrong?”

“Mobius...Wants to see you.” Her adorable way of speaking never failed to warm your heart.

...

*Ding!*

You step out of the elevator with Klein in your arms. The young girl had fallen asleep on the way back after how much she had ran trying to look for you.

But, that was far from the last of your concern. Waiting for you was the ever so dangerous-looking Mobius, leaning on one of her tables with an even more dangerous look in her eyes.

When Klein felt the stare of her boss, she quickly woke up and got back to work.

“Finally, she brought you down here. Welcome, how are you doing today, (Your/Name)?”

“I’m...doing fine. At least, I was.”

“Aw, don’t be like Kalpas now. I already have to deal with one troublesome person.” Mobius sauntered over to where you were, her heels clicking on the ground and echoing throughout the grand laboratory.

“I heard from Klein that it was your birthday today. Is that correct?”

“And if it is?”

Mobius smiled, seeing the usual teenage defiance in your eyes and the carefulness you exuded in her presence. In her eyes, it was like a kitten making their hair stand up to make itself look more threatening. Yet, at the same time, she knew the dangerous game she was playing.

“It’s only right that I too present you with a gift, don’t you think so? It’ll be a very special one~ I just need your help with something. Do I have your consent?”

Mobius circled around you, eyeing you up and down with her familiar scheming expression.

“A...special present?”

You knew she was lying. You knew there was a hidden meaning behind her words. To everything she was saying right now.

But, curiosity got a hold of you.

“Fine. But, if this turns out to be another one of your tricks, I will make sure you never come back.”

“Of course.” Mobius stopped behind you and leaned forward, her mouth inches away from your ear. The sound and proximity of her voice sent shivers down your spine. “After all, you’re a very special...person to me, (Your/Name). I want to see how far you’ll go in this world.”

Though it was far from a warm one like with your other friends, there was some form of affection from the Ouroboros...At least, you hoped so.

Hua [XII] - Vicissitude

Hua was not informed about your birthday from Dr. Mei because she was already on a mission from the doctor. It was everyone’s best interests if she did not falter in the battlefield over this and risk getting injured.

When she got back from her mission, Elysia made sure to inform her of the details...and she was screaming internally.

To Hua, this was more important than any mission Dr. Mei or Fire Moth could have assigned her. More stressful and worrisome than anything she had faced before.

Even back when she was still a normal girl, she had trouble knowing what to do and what not to do in situations like this. A gift for someone should be something they could look at and remember who was the one that gave it to them.

Hua remembered everything you liked and dislike, and would have done so even without her superhuman memory. You helped her learn how to place her trust in others, to not be afraid, and how to...Let’s leave that last part for later.

She knew something grand like a party would have been impossible (since Elysia tried desperately to organize one) and everything that came to her mind was something she didn’t think would last too long with how hectic your schedule was.

Clothes? If she was lucky, then it might last more than one day.

Weapon? Your Abyss Flower was already one of the strongest weapons in the world.

Jewelry? Same situation with giving you clothes.

===

On that day, she was on her way to ask Dr. Mei for some advice after you had helped her forgive the head scientist.

“What's their situation?”

“Their situation isn’t good.”

Hua froze when she heard the sound of Dr. Mei's voice speaking with Eden. There were parts of their conversation she couldn’t make out due to the soundproof room but what she did hear was more than enough.

“(Your/Name) will be bedridden for a few days after what Mobius did but...”

Her heart dropped and the world around her began to spin when she heard those words.

Without thinking, Hua quickly rushes down the empty hallway with the wind following her every step as she tore up the base trying to get to you. Hua nearly tripped when turning corners and down the flights of stairs but somehow remained.

When she saw the door to the medical bay, she didn’t hesitate in slamming the door open to see you in a medical gown and Su standing over you. Whatever Su was saying, you were clearly ignoring his words while staring into his beautiful and almost hypnotic eyes. Who wouldn’t?

Hua let out a sigh of relief when she saw that you were still yourself but was still nervous about what Mobius had done.

“Su, what’s wrong with (Your/Name)? What did Mobius do!?”

The man turned his worried fuchsia-colored eyes to Hua, not surprised to see her and debating whether to tell her. Su could see the apprehension in her eyes but ultimately relented anyways. “Mobius helped and triggered (Your/Name)’s Active Honkai Reaction...We’re lucky that she didn’t alter their personality.”

Hua walked over to your side and gently squeezed your hand. “I thought that...” She trailed off at the end.

You sat up and returned the squeeze, smiling at Hua. “I’m still here, Hua. It’ll take more than just Mobius to separate us.” Your words are successful in cheering her up and finally manages to bring a smile back onto Hua’s face.

I should give them some room... 

Su thought to himself before silently excusing himself.

“Are you okay? Do you feel funny? Is there-” Hua began to pester you with questions about your well-being and you answer all of them.

“Hua! I promise I’m fine. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I know...It’s just...I...” Hua stumbled over her words and you squeezed her hands again.

“I know how you feel, Hua.” She looks up at you with a surprised look on her face. You yank the blankets off your body and stand up on your two feet, pulling her into a hug. “I feel the same way. I’ll give you my answer when all the fighting is done. I promise.”

Hua slowly nods and places her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. She relaxed in your arms and slowly began to doze off while listening to your calm heartbeat.

There might be some arguments on who gave you the second best gift or the third and so on, but this moment right here was the number one spot in your heart...

Sorry for the delay and if it seemed rushed. I hope this can satisfy everyone until next time.

#honkai x reader #honkai impact x reader #honkai impact 3rd x reader #honkai #fu hua x reader #fu hua #fu hua honkai #dr. mei #kevin kaslana #elysia #eden #kalpas #su honkai impact #honkai impact sakura #honkai mobius #honkai elysia #honkai su #honkai kevin #honkai fu hua

[mizunetzu]

iida 😍😍😍 that’s it that’s the request

LMAO WELL HAVE I GOT THE 3 PART 7K FIC FOR YOU-

Stay tuned y’all, I’m posting all parts + true ending all at once HAHA

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Iida x reader - Iida Tenya’s Imaginary Boyfriend (pt.1)

⚠️Warnings - um...idk but, a teeny weeny bit of ooc Iida bc haha

Pronouns - male, he/him

Part two can be found here!

The true ending can be found here! (Pt.3)

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Tapping your fingers on a surface repeatedly is a past time that Iida found rather irritable. Along with chewing or clicking on pens, bobbling your knee, fumbling with your hands, things like that.

Though, Iida couldn’t help himself from tugging and tapping on the light red watch strapped firmly to his wrist, checking it habitually.

Uraraka eyed Iida as he tiredly rubbed at the bridge of his nose, staring down the black clock hands as they moved too slowly for his liking. “8 more hours till I can see (L/n)-kun again...” he mumbled ever so quietly, pulling his grey sleeve back down.

He drummed his fingers on the side of his desk once more. Uraraka pursed her lips.

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“Ne, Iida-kun, you look sort of...restless, these days. Did something happen?”

Iida looked up from his lunch. He hadn’t realized he was picking at his rice until Midoryia set a hand on his shoulder. He untensed and grasped his chopsticks correctly. “I assure you everything’s..alrig-“

“Who is ‘(L/n)-kun’, Iida?”

Uraraka butt in, both hands clenched and resting on the table. Iida stood silent for a tad too long.

“W-well I heard you mumble something about ‘8 more hours till I can see ‘(L/n)-kun’ again’ in class today a-and I was just wondering-“

“It’s no one you know.” Iidas voice was uncharacteristically dismissive and unstable. Two words that never would be used to describe Iida Tenya.

Iida abruptly rose from his seat. “I apologize. I need to do something.”

He briskly walked towards the exit of the cafeteria. Midoryia watched as he discreetly fumbled with the straps of a light red watch barely hidden by his blazer sleeve. He turned back to the table, to Uraraka and Todoroki.

“What do you think happened to Iida-kun? He barely seems like himself...”

“It’s been like that for about a month now, has it not?” Todoroki tapped on his chin with the butt of his chopsticks. Uraraka sighed.

“think it has something to do with this ‘(L/n)’ person?”

Todoroki shrugged. Midoryia sighed, bringing a forkful of rice into his mouth before stopping. “Actually, I think I remember Iida asking me about someone like, a month ago.”

“Was it ‘(L/n)-kun’?” Todoroki and Uraraka questioned, almost in unison. Midoryia let his fork drop back into his bowl. “I...I’m not sure. I think he was asking me about a name like...Ryota? No...Tadashi? No no, that wasn’t it...”

Midoryia rubbed at his chin, before a name popped into his mouth. “Oh! I remember! He asked me...”

———

“...Midoryia-kun, have you seen (L/n)-kun this morning? I haven’t seen him and he has my Quirk-Law textbook.”

Midoryia looked at Iida like he grew a second head. “...gomen, who?

It was Iida’s turn to look confused. He stopped eating his breakfast and faced Midoryia fully. “...(L/n)-kun. (L/n) (Y/n)?”

“Theres no one here named that, Iida-kun...” Midoryia awkwardly gulped down his water, filling his mouth to prevent him from accidentally saying something harsh. He wasn’t sure if he was in the wrong, or Iida was just plain on delusional.

Iida pursed his lips and turned to Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Todoroki. Perhaps Midoryia was just feeling a bit amnesic. Plus, (Y/n) was real close with Uraraka, even if it was slightly to close for his liking. So, she was bound to be able to answer Iidas inklings, right?

“Uraraka-kun, surely you’ve seen (L/n)-kun this morning, am I wrong? A-and what about you, Tsuy-I mean Tsu-chan. Todoroki-kun.”

All three of them gave him the same look of disarray Midoryia had gave him. Tsuyu shook her head while Todoroki grunted out a “no.” Uraraka pitifully set a hand on Iidas shoulder.

“Iida, are you feeling alright? There’s no one here named ‘(L/n)’...”

“Sure there is!” Iida was starting to get a little frazzled. Is this some kind of sick joke? If it was, he’d be willing to laugh it off right now. Surely any second, (L/n) would come running down, claiming he overslept and scarf down his breakfast. Where was he? He was waiting.

One by one, everyone surrounding Iida started to oogle at him, watching as their level headed class rep unraveled at the seams. “W-why must you all look at me like I’m crazy! Have you all forgotten about your own classmate?!”

Iida cursed himself for raising his voice. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding while Yaoyorozu silently counted all the people eating breakfast.

“...19...20. Yeah, no, everyone’s here. All 20. We have not forgotten anyone, Iida-san.”

Iida grit his teeth, a wave of worry piercing down his spine. “20? You can’t have counted 20 in this class if you have not counted (L/n)-kun!”

Everyone copied the look of confusion Iidas friends made. He broke into a cold sweat, grasping at the corners of the table. “(L/n)! (H/c) hair? (E/c) eyes? Accidentally stepped on Bakugou-kuns toe and had to be sent to the nurses office last week?”

People murmured and shook their heads amongst themselves. Some with genuine confusion and others with plain worry. Iida’s lost it, is what their probably thinking.

Iida stammered. “H-how can-“

“Iida-chan, don’t you think we would’ve known if we forgot someone? And don’t you think it’s weird we all collectively forgot this person you’re talking about? Sorry to say, Iida-chan, but this (L/n) person most likely isn’t real. Or we just don’t know him, kero.”

Iida opened his mouth to say something. Tsuyu looked at him with her blank stare, before subtly gesturing to everyone else with her head. He looked around the table.

Everyone either nodded tentatively or downcast their eyes as to mask their pitiful agreement. Everyone seemed to silently agree with her. Iida was stunned into submission.

He scrambled out of his seat. His voice cracked in disbelief. This was a joke. It had to be. “I-I’m going to go wake him up. He’s...he’s probably still sleeping. That’s all. You all are just being delusional.”

He walked as calmly as he could away from the common room, but once he turned the corner, he started sprinting. He hiked up the fabric of his pants over his calves as he ran, running up the stairs next to the elevator. The elevator would’ve took too long.

Running up to the fourth floor, he skidded to a halt in-front of (Y/n’s) dorm. Iida’s hand went up to grasp the doorknob, before hesitating and letting it rest flaccidly on the handle.

“(L/n)-kun?” Nothing was heard or called from inside the room. He really is a heavy sleeper. Iida swallowed the growing lump in his throat. Why was he so nervous?

Outside (Y/n’s) room, he knocked gently on the frame of the door. His voice wavered. “(L/n)!”

There’s no response.

“(Y/n)-kun!”

Nothing.

He really didn’t want to enter his room like this. It was a breach of privacy. What if he was just changing? No, if he were changing he could’ve surely heard him knock and call out his name. He has to be asleep.

He really left him no choice. Iida gently opened the door.

“...(y/-“

White.

He was face to face with an white, blank, empty room. The supplementary provided curtains were drawn closed and there was dust gathering around the bare floorboards. There was no trace of the dimly lit room, with papers strewn across the wooden desk and a bed that was never folded or made. There was no trace of the oddly sweet smell that came from his room, that never really bothered anyone, but no one ever knew was caused it.

There was no trace of (L/n) (Y/n).

Iida felt his knees buckle from underneath him. His legs promptly folded together, his engines digging into the skin of thighs. His jaw went slack. He heard footsteps echoing closer, eventually dying out with the assumption that that someone was behind him. He felt uneasy. He felt like throwing up.

“Iida...?” Uraraka’s voice was soft, like treading on thin ice. He heard Yaoyorozu hum softly, worry lacing her vocal cords. He panned his head slowly towards them, not wanting to look at the blank room once filled with life anymore.

“He’s...gone.”

“‘He’ was never here, Iida-San” Yaoyorozu crouched down, tucking her elbows in. “Do you need to talk to a professional...?”

“No! I need to speak with (L/...” Iida’s voice trailed off. There was no point in fighting a losing battle. He knew Uraraka and Yaoyorozu wouldn’t believe him. No one seemed to.

“...most likely...”

———

Uraraka’s eyes widened. “I...I remember that!”

Midoryia shoveled some food into his mouth. “Yeah, he seemed really out of it since then. He didn’t even notice when Kaminari-kun cheated on last weeks quiz.”

“Don’t you think it’s odd he still hasn’t gotten over this person even after a month? Iida isn’t the type to dwell on things. Whoever this (L/n) person is, he’s obviously important to him in some way.” Todoroki slurped up more of his soba. Midoryia and Uraraka silently agreed.

“Well-Deku said it himself-this person isn’t real!” Uraraka knitted her eyebrows together, slumping back in her chair. “And even if we tried asking Iida, he’ll probably blow us off again...”

“Still...he got me curious...I wonder what ‘(L/n)-kun’ looks like...”

Midoryia’s ears perked up. He shuffled around in his pockets, fishing out his phone and booting up a search engine. Typing vigorously, Todoroki and Uraraka leaned over the table and across his shoulder to see what he was typing. His screen turned pink, displaying a website.

“M-My mom was talking about this place a few days ago...I-we could get some information out of Iida-if he lets us take him-and know what (L/n)-kun looks like-!”

The bell rang, cutting Midoryia off promptly. He saved the address down in his notes, sending the web address to his two friends and pocketing his phone once more. Todoroki set his tray on top of the trash can, dusting off his blazer.

“It’s decided. We’ll go after afternoon classes. I’ll go get a permission slip from Mr Aizawa to leave campus. I trust you two can convince Iida to come along?”

Midoryia and Uraraka nodded. It was a plan.

———

The four stood in front of a small corner shop, it’s sign looking like it was made of cheap plastic, with the words “Art through words” written in dark pink cursive.

It was very off putting, but it had been gaining popularity through social media and other networking apps. Apparently it’s very popular with people who lost a loved one or police looking for a sketch of a villain.

“I...still don’t see why you two requested my presence he-“

“We just wanna know something.” Was all Uraraka said. Midoryia and Todoroki had a firm grip on each of Iidas shoulder blades, shoving him in through the narrow door while Uraraka strut in happily.

The doorbell gave a small jingle. A pale, soft-eyed woman looked up from her desk, her reddish-pink lips quirking up into a soft smile. Her wavy blond hair flowed as she stood up from her chair, leaning over the receptionist desk and resting her elbows on the surface.

“I take it you must be ‘Izuku’. Thank you for calling earlier.”

Midoryia hummed. The lady smiled warmly, leaving her desk to lead them to a door. “Well, follow me, kids. Sorry, my receptionist is on break-I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of scam arti-“

“No no, we’ve seen you around on videotube...and your quirk is amazing...”

“I’m sorry, may I ask who and what we are doing here?”

Everyone turned to Iida. The woman smiled gently, taking a seat behind a sketchbook propped up by an easel. The 4 took a seat across from her, sinking down into a pink couch. “I apologize. Let me give you my formal greeting.”

“My name is Kaitekina Byouga. I can illustrate anything someone describes with complete accuracy, as long as you aren’t lying about your description.” Iida pursed his lips.

“My business usually caters towards people who lose loved ones, so it’s strange to see such...young teenagers in my studio,”

Iida stiffened. He finally caught on. ‘Lost loved one’. It was obvious. He supressed a pointed glare at his friends, choosing to adjust his glasses instead.

“Alright,” Kaitekina flipped open her sketchbook, setting it back down on the easel. “Who’s going to describe something to me?”

Everyone gestured at Iida.

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Hahaha suffer

#iida x male reader #Bnha Iida #tenya Iida #Iida x reader #iida imagine #tenya imagine #boku no hero academia tenya #bnha tenya #Bnha fic #Bnha x male reader #boku no hero academia #mha x male reader #mha fic #mha fanfiction #iida x y/n #iida x you #tenya iida x reader #tenya iida x y/n #Iida tenya x y/n #iida tenya x reader #Iida tenya x you #mha iida

[phantomsilva]

Thoughts on Rott

I’m not very active because of time, but I really need to put this out. So now that everyone has had their rants on rott… It’s my turn.

A reminder that all I’m going to talk about, is simply my opinion on the matter. Oh, and this will be a pretty long text.

ROTT SPOILERS(I guess)

I’m not even gonna talk about how OOC the characters were in the movie, I think other profiles already did a pretty good explanation of that, and I actually expect it from a movie.

I’d like to talk about resettings and about how as a writer myself (at least in my native tongue) I swear I’ll never use a timeline resetting as an ending in any canon fiction of mine.

To begin with, resetting being used as a resolution, an ending, is by concept disrespectful.

First, it disrespects all characters’ arcs.

Everything every character went through, their growth, their pain, their victories, is completely thrown at the garbage. It means nothing anymore because all of them went back to the start, none of it ever happened and there is no way in canon to know if it will happen the same way again.

I don’t know about you who is reading this but a big part of the reason I follow a series is for character development. That was the one thing in toa I was always proud to affirm it was chef’s kiss. Well, none of this exists anymore, jokes on me.

So, my second point: Ending with a resetting disrespects the viewer.

I think it is bad enough when you waste two hours of your life watching a movie, for the resetting to happen at the end. But then it was only two hours. Rott was a movie, but it was a part of a 5 years franchise. 5 years that we spent waiting for new stories to come, to see our favourite characters grow, come back or even die. All the engagement, happiness, and other emotions we felt while following these same characters were completely meaningless when the franchise ends with “And so we are back to the beginning”. I think it is even worse when they complete it with “and now everything is different and you don’t know what is going to happen… But we won’t tell you how”.

The disrespect doesn’t even end there for me lol . Besides the “So, and it was all for… nothing” feeling, I think the specific way it was done in toa affects it on another level.

Trollhunters was a comfort tv show for me, I found it in a very difficult time of my life and have been rewatching it for fun in stressful weeks.

I saw someone commenting “how can I enjoy the rewatching if I know in the end none of this ever matters?”. That is my problem with the specific way they used it. It affects my rewatches. Maybe it is still too early, but everytime I think about rewatching season 1, I realize there is no reason to do it. And not because I already watched it several times (thanks anxiety), but because all of this was undone and maybe never even happened.

I never expected an ending would ruin a whole franchise for me and I followed Steven Universe weekly. Worst case scenario, I thought we would have had a weak ending that could easily be forgotten, or continued in our fics. We would lose some characters, like we’ve lost Draal, but when we revisited them in past seasons they would still be there.

Revisiting past seasons now just tastes bitter.

I see Jim riding his bike on episode 1, I see Strickler with his character arc, Steve that has grown so much as a person.. And then I remember it was all for nothing. All of it was erased and, canonically, they will always be on square one.

I saw someone today saying “It is worse than ‘it was all a dream’ ”, and that is it. “It was all a dream” is already a disrespectful trope, this was worse.

If you are still here, I'm sorry, there is more to this rant. I won’t be repeating the disrespect thing though, I think I’ve made my point.

There is another aspect of the resetting that I really want to talk about.

Have you ever watched Dragon Ball? Yes, guys, I’m that old.

Dragon Ball was known for the trope of reviving characters. We always used it as an example to criticize this trope.

Reviving characters out of nowhere or with frequency takes the weight out of a character’s death. The spectator doesn’t care anymore when they see someone die, because they will come back in the end, and you feel that the writers take killing people very lightly because of that.

Difference between Reviving Characters and Resetting Timeline as an ending is that Reviving Characters can be good if used with caution. Resetting Timeline can’t, and that affected writing in Rott.

I found it strange how so many deaths felt light there, and to me the explanation is: they knew in the end it wouldn’t matter, so they didn’t need to put that much weight into it. “If none of this ever happened, I can kill whoever I want however I want.”

Which takes me to my last point of “Ending with Reset Timeline is bad by concept”.

When you know you will reset a whole world to the start, you can do any crazy thing to the plot or the characters because you don’t have consequences from that. Which, to me, explains the “wtf” feeling a lot of the fandom got while watching so many OOC scenes and silly situations during the movie. From a fandom who was waiting for an ending for more than a year, it is really disappointing.

Now, of course I’m not saying any of this was done on purpose, or with malicious intent. I think the writers had very good intentions, we know there were crew there who worked on other seasons of TOA. I even get the concept of “the adventure will continue forever”. I just think they forgot to read the fandom room.

Anyway, I really wanted to share my feelings about the “Resetting Timeline as an ending” trope (?) because I don’t think the issues here are limited to TOA. All points T made are pretty general and I got it from all the works I’ve seen using this “solution”. I’ll advocate any day that this is a lazy and disrespectful solution, no matter who uses it or where it is used. Unless, of course, you do give me the whole franchise rewritten after the resetting, but that ain’t ever gonna happen.

I’ll take from TOA the amazing artists and storyboarders I found out here. The stricklake discord that gave me so much joy over the last two years and let me meet great people. Even the screenshots and beautiful scenes from the movie because the art was Amazing! That part I'm taking with me. Oh, Good Aaron, of course, cause now I’ll be following his work wherever he goes because this man is amazing. Actually, only him to make a good situation out of this. As he himself said, all headcanon is now canon.

So I’ll be disregarding the existence of rott, as I disregard the existence of the last airbender, take the rest of the franchise with me and any post-Wizards/rott rewriting fics I’ll find. And if I don’t find one I’ll write one. Nothing can be worse than resetting timeline ending.

I hope someday I can revisit the old seasons without this bitter taste, though.

That being said, I’m open to fic suggestions. Rott AU's, Rott erasement, post-wizards AUs, you name it. Do you need a reader? Send it to me.

And I’ll be doing stricklake month, once I recover from this.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#toa rott #rott spoilers #long rant #the disrespect #everything is canon #trollhunters #Good art cant save bad writing #howdidyoufuckedupsomuch #nothing can be worse then resetting #give me fics #tales of arcadia wizards

[scalpel-mom-mori]

from Of Headaches and Heartaches

I forgot to post this yesterday for Xiao's birthday

Probably slightly ooc. Xiao gets a sense of humor. As a treat.

Please refer to this post for rex lapis family tree

~

Perhaps only Liyue itself could compare to the joy of afternoon tea with his children. Xiao, timid as he always was at these events, sat with his eyes glued to the translucent reddish liquid in his cup. “Thank you two dearly for taking the time to indulge me,” Zhongli said with that soft, distant smile.

Ganyu beamed at him. “Truly it’s nothing. I’d love to see you two more often.”

“With the amount of work they make you do?” Xiao bit, rather more aggressive than he’d intended. “You’d think they a bit more reverence for someone who fought the Archon War.”

“It’s all right,” she consoled before Zhongli could scold him. “I’m fulfilling my contract, which means taking on whatever is asked of me. I have the time to do it.”

“What’s overtime to an immortal?” Xiao grumbled to his tea, wringing his hands in his lap where the others couldn’t see. They noticed anyway. Zhongli gave him a look, but didn’t say anything.

“Are you alright?” Ganyu asked. Sweet Ganyu, who- as far as Xiao knew- could do no wrong, who was so genuinely concerned over everything. He tended to attribute that incurable gentleness to her Qilin half, and her silliness to the human.

“It’s nothing,” Xiao said, unconvincing, guilty over worrying her.

“If you say so,” she said with round, worried eyes that somehow reminded him of the strays that wandered around the harbor- and in lesser numbers, Wangshu Inn- begging at his heels for some of his food.

“What have you two been doing?” Zhongli asked to change the subject.

Ganyu’s expression brightened. “The usual. The Tianquan, unscrupulous though she may be, is brilliant. And Captain Beidou has been in for a few days to restock, so we had dinner at Wanmin last night. Yourself?”

“Nothing interesting,” Zhongli said, “Just the usual. And Xiao?”

“Causing trouble,” Xiao told them drily. “As usual.” It wasn’t entirely a joke. The past few weeks since Zhongli had extended the invitation and set the date had been a mess. Mostly of his own making, admittedly. It was dreadful, what his karma could do by proximity alone. It was a miracle that Wangshu hasn’t collapsed altogether. “It’s been taken care of,” he added as an afterthought.

“Of course it has,” Zhongli agreed, refilling his and Ganyu’s drinks. “You’ve never failed me.” Xiao couldn’t quite stop the way his breath caught at Zhongli’s continued faith. Ganyu gave him a small, encouraging smile.

Xiao got warm when Zhongli acknowledged his service for what felt like no reason at all. Perhaps there was a reason, but now wasn’t the time to consider the fiddly little nuances of owe and deserve. “I’m only cleaning up after my own messes,” Xiao said, fiddling with a glove. Sometimes, he wished Ganyu wouldn’t look at him with those big, worried eyes. For as much as he welcomed her nagging as a show of her genuine concern for his wellbeing, he’d done things he wouldn’t wish on anyone, even if it meant there would be no one that he could properly share the weight of karma with.

“Xiao, you’re acquainted with the Director, are you not?”

Xiao blinked. “The seventy-seventh Director Hu? We’ve exchanged names. Why?”

Zhongli gave a put-upon sigh. “You wouldn’t mind coming to the Harbor to see her, would you?”

It took a long moment for Xiao to recover from the shock. “Why?” he repeated, still not entirely sure what he was hearing.

“She’s been asking after you.”

“How does she know to ask you?”

At this Zhongli shifted a little, hiding much better than Xiao the nervous fiddling by adjusting the sleeves of his jacket. “I mentioned you, not realizing she was listening.”

[Allow me to inform you, the reader, here that Zhongli did not mention Xiao by name, but by “my son,” whereupon Director Hu decided she wanted to know everything about Zhongli and his mysterious family. What he does not know is that Hu Tao also caught wind of a daughter, through the grapevine, though there are no rumors of Zhongli having an affair, never mind having been married.]

“I... suppose there’s no harm,” Xiao agreed slowly. “I won’t stay long, though.”

“That’s fine,” Zhongli said, not doing much to hide his relief.

#xiao #zhongli #ganyu #peaches writes #yes this is another wip #it hates me and doens't want to be written

[starsmuserainbow]

Hmm, okay uh, I have no idea what I’m doing here but I feel like everyone needs positivity and so here’s a post where I’ll try to give just that.

First off, happy holidays and a good end of the year to everyone who reads this, I am glad that you’re here watching my blog and perhaps even interacting with me! Thank you for everything, whether that is a simple follow or an occasional (perhaps anon) ask, or actual interactions!

Next, I want to say that everyone that I’m seeing on my dash is absolutely amazing and I admire so many of you and am happy whenever I see you around! I am most likely very happy to have you around, especially if we’re mutuals and interacting with one another. I would probably love to talk with each of you more, but I’m just really bad at smalltalk or anything like that so with most people, I simply default to only messaging them (= you) when there’s something as a reason to do so. Sorry for that!

This goes out to everyone reading this: You’re awesome, I’m honored to have you here and interested in my blog, and I hope that your days or weeks or months will be great because you surely deserve it!

And then, I’ll now follow with a kind-of list mentioning a few people that I want to say more to. Which might sound repetitive because I suck at words in these regards, but yeah. Under a cut for length.

If you see this post and weren’t tagged, please don’t be sad or think I don’t value you being around! I can’t tag everyone, and I don’t have the best mind for things like coming up with someone that I forgot in the moments of writing this.

To not start off with the same names all the time, I wrote down the URLs I wanted to include and randomized the order. So don’t think anything by if you’re first or 5th or last on this list! And once more, I’m bad at words, so I’m sorry if this isn’t sounding too great or like it’s similar for each one.

I told myself to not include anyone that isn’t active-ish at the moment, but I made some exceptions to that because I felt that said person needed to be on my list.

@rogueprinceconsort ~ (I read the post you did recently more or less saying you’re leaving, but I wrote this before that post and it would have felt wrong to erase it from here only because of you leaving!) I enjoy our interactions a lot! They feel like they actually develop a story, which I can’t say for ALL my interactions but definitely for each one that we have going! Which is really cool! You’re one of the only few people where I have the chance to play around with different verses too (well, or at least one different verse, since our other two ongoing interactions are in the mainverses of my muses, but still), and you’re one of the few giving one of my OC-sideblogs a chance as well, and, just, I really am so thankful for it and happy to have you as a mutual!

@untouchable-lightning ~ You aren’t here at the moment, so let me just start this by saying that I hope that things will get better for you again soon! It’s a lot of fun to interact with you and I think you’re a good writer and I’m very happy for our interactions! They are always fun! I did not often yet get the chance to do this other RP-style that I do (the ‘choose-your-option’ one) and you are one of those that allowed me to play through it, and you also interact/ed with my sideblogs too, so a big thank you for that! Our threads also often last nicely long, which is absolutely amazing since it’s a big rarity these days, too. You’re great, and I’m happy that we’re mutuals and interaction-partners!

@miasmarp ~ We’re more or less only starting out interacting and talking and anything basically, but I felt like I just absolutely had to include you because I HAVE A CHANCE TO PLAY ONE OF MY OTHER (non-blog-having, not even an info page or anything outside of one or two ooc posts about them) OCS with you and that’s just like the first time at all (not counting if I do include them as minor appearances in other things, though even there it has only happened one single time so far iirc), and that is just so much fun and just thank you! You’re really cool and I’m happy that we’re mutuals!

@karaoftomorrow (or @yourfavoritesidekick if you’d prefer I tag your main) ~ It’s so wonderful to write with you! It feels like we’re developing stuff in our things really well, and I really like to read what appears from you on my dash! Talking with you is very nice too, and I’m always really happy whenever I see you in my notifications or IMs or wherever! I’m very glad to have you as mutual and am really happy about any and all of our interactions!

@skymade / @siriseen or maybe I should tag one of your other blogs instead but those are the first two I usually think of and I don’t wanna tag more than two blogs for one person xD ~ Sooooooooo awesome! You have so many characters, which all are wonderful as far as I can tell, and I love our interactions so much! I’m always really looking forward to the next reply I get from one of our things, and talking to you is always a delight and I’m so so happy that we somehow found each other! Or well, I guess you found me because if I remember right you followed me first, but yes! Thank you for writing with pretty much all of my characters, you’re very cool, I absolutely love the connections our muses get (especially those where they know one another at a younger time and then ‘now’ meet again too - how cool is that?) and it’s always a joy to see you on my dash!

@azarathian ~ We haven’t really done or spoken that much together yet (or at least I assume we didn’t? There was your old blog but I don’t think we really spoke there, much less did threads or the likes? Sorry if I’m wrong though xD), but I’m so very glad we started! I admire your writing and the thoughts you put into Raven and I think you’re great! Our threads are incredibly entertaining and it’s so awesome to put more story into the situations of or between the episodes of the cartoon, and yes, I’m just very very thankful that we got together somehow and I’m excited for how our threads - and potential future ones - will develop!

@nvertoolate or if I should tag your currently more active sideblog @bloomingtalent ~ It is so absolutely amazing that one of my first mutuals, friends, or however I should call it, still is active on here as well! With most people on here, it’s sadly the case that they’re gone again sooner than later, so it’s especially great that we are still both here! I think I’ve said multiple times before that I don’t think I would even have stayed on tumblr if you hadn’t been around and interacting with me so I won’t go into detail about that yet again, but, yes, I absolutely love our interactions when we do them, and while I don’t know much about Naruto so we don’t really interact that much on your sideblog, I’m still so very happy to have you around and as my mutual! I’m so thankful for you and that we got to interact - and still do! Thank you!

@sewn-cutie ~ Our interactions are always so wonderfully adorable and cute! I love the connection between Starfire and Clementine, and it’s a lot of fun to write any of our things! I’m very happy when I hear from you in an OOC-y way too, like when you reply to one of my posts or in the IMs or whereever! I’m absolutely convinced that you are a great person, and I am delighted that we are mutuals and can interact so nicely!

@legaxies ~ I wasn’t sure if maybe I shouldn’t include you since from how much I can tell it seems you are at the moment more focused onto that theme-sideblog you have and I told myself to not include those that aren’t really active at the moment - but I felt like I had to! I wanted to say that I’m really happy for the things we started, and that I have a lot of fun talking to you when we do! I’m very much enjoying the potential relationships we have started on, and I look forward to hopefully continuing them in some way eventually! (This of course is not meant as pushing you to work on replies or whatever, please don’t understand me wrong here; I just mean this in a way of, if we do get to continue it - if not that’s totally fine too!) You’re doing great with any of your characters (as much as I can judge with not that much knowledge), and I’m happy that we’re mutuals! It’s a joy to interact with you, so, thank you!

@featherchan ~ You’re interacting with me, or did in the past, on pretty much all my muses (I think not on Starlight? But outside of that on all I think), and that means a lot to me! We have some really cool plots going, and you joined in on that event-au-thing I did all that time back too, so that’s very great, and I wanted to say thanks! Our interactions are always fun and I’m happy to write with and talk to you!

@thedoctornumber11 ~ Throughout my time being here, you’re pretty much the only one of the world of Doctor Who that I got interactions going with (I think there was someone on Wildfire once too, but not for very long iirc), and I really enjoy that! I wanted to include you here too because I wanted to say that I’m very very grateful for the nice words or explanations you sometimes throw onto my posts, and for the things you send in to me, and yes just for all of it! Thank you!

@flashgotthis ~ I love our things so much! All the interactions that we did so far were really really really cool, still are, and they often last really long too, and it’s just absolutely wonderful! You’re also one of those that aren’t only talented writers, but also really great artists, and I admire that skill so much! I’m delighted that we are mutuals and interaction-partners, and I look forward to what’s still to come! You’re amazing!

@graceful-cure-swan / @rosecoloredmuses (mostly tagging your sideblog as well to give it, like, some sort of indirect promoing here) ~ You are great! I feel so bad for all the many things you sent me whereas I barely ever send you (or anyone else, for that matter) anything at all, but, I’m also really grateful that you do it, so - thank you! I’m enjoying our interactions very much, I think that both Tsubasa and your other characters are done really well (even if I don’t know that much about each of them or can compare them to their canon versions much), and you’re a lot of fun to interact with! You also give my sideblogs and OCs a chance too, which means very much to me too, so yeah, I’m very grateful to have you as my mutual!

@eterniita ~ We’ve been interacting throughout a few of your blogs already, and I enjoy our interactions! I think you put a lot of love and thought into your characters, and they are great, and our threads are a lot of fun! I haven’t yet checked out your remade blog of your canons again, but I intend to and most likely follow you there again, too! I hope we will still get to more wonderful interactions!

@merveiilles​ ~ I’m so happy that we’re interacting! I love our threads a lot and I’m enjoying every reply that I get or write! You have a lot of characters and it’s really impressive that you do them (as far as I can tell/know them) so well! Your art, that you occasionally post, is also really really amazing and it’s very wonderful that you are so talented! I am very thankful for the nice words that you put onto my posts every now and then, and I am delighted by the threads and connections we are having between our muses!

@symbioteburnout​ ~ I don’t feel like I can say very much here (yet), but I wanted to include you too! I enjoy the things that we got going so far, and going from what I see from you about her I think Andi is a interesting character! It’s always wonderful to me, when people put the effort into characters who might not get as much time to shine in canon as others. Thanks for replying to my opens every now and then, and just in general for being my mutual and interacting with me!

@titansandothersrp​ / @robynrpmain (Now I’m getting frustrated at tumblr again for not letting me tag your main) ~ You are really cool! You’re a great artist, I love to see your work, and our threads are very entertaining! I feel like you’re doing very well in giving the characters you play as more story, more... I don’t know the right word here. Just, that you make them ‘more’, and that’s a really awesome thing. And yeah, like said, you also do art which I think looks really good, and I just absolutely admire people who can do art so well. Thanks for being mutuals and interacting with me!

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So, and as a nice little bit of words at the end, I guess~ I’m very honored by anyone of you who’s actually interested in me and my writing, I’m thankful and glad to have you around, and I’m looking forward to more amazing things to come in the future with all of you!

#✫ Out of Clurblopf ✫ | OOC #if I'd have had more time to spend on this I'd have searched for some comic-ish background of a christmas-room #(or taken a screenshot from inside the tower and made my own with pics of tree and gifts and whatever) #to have there behind star; but yeah I didn't #I'm very much not content with some of the things I said here - aka I feel like I should have said more - but I'm #not good with words and so this is probably already more than I can usuall say/write to it so uh; yeah #also in case anyone's worried or curious or whatever; no that tiny star is not fanart #it's a sprite from the game 'calling all titans'; so it's from an official thing #I scheduled this to be posted at a time when I'm surely not here; that way I don't need to feel quite as nervous or whatever about it #I still do just as I actually click on scheduling; but; at least not quite as much as when it's out #so yeah; happy whatever you wish to celebrate; and let's all make the next year a wonderful one! #I might reblog this post a few times throughout the next days? maybe on my sideblogs too? I'm not really sure yet #thank you all and I'm grateful to have you interested in my blog and my things and all that

[maybemarvelbaby]

Pulling Pigtails

A/N: Sorry for the inactivity! I’ve been super busy with college and haven’t had much time to write. Speaking of college, recently I had to basically free write my own story for a grade. Which, is what this is. However, the characters were different so I made some modifications so I could post this story on here. I’m really proud of this one and I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 1423

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader

Warnings: none really, kinda ooc Peter Parker, Reader’s middle and last name were filled in by authour for comedic effect, Peter can sing and play the guitar now and he also has a sister

After the last class of the day, (Y/N)’s quick, gentle footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the nearly empty corridor as she made her way towards her locker. Mondays were always stressful for her, especially now that it was her senior year of high school. Needless to say, she was anxious to get home. (Y/N) quietly muttered the combination for her locker under her breath as she turned the lock dial right, left, and then right again. Then, she deposited her books back into their respective places. 

“(Y/N)!” A voice spoke from the other side of the door as (Y/N) accidentally slammed it shut out of surprise. As she looked to her left, an exasperated sigh left her lips; leaning on the locker next to hers was Peter Parker. In (Y/N)’s mind, Peter was a truly terrible being who was intent on making her life as frustrating as possible for as long as he possibly could. 

“Peter,” (Y/N) began, another sigh escaping her mouth. “I really don’t feel like dealing with you at the moment,” she said, despite knowing for a fact that he didn’t listen to a word she said.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N),” he taunted, “(Y/N) Rachel Greene. That’s your full name, correct?” (Y/N) ignored him, locking her locker, throwing her backpack over her shoulder, and turning on her heel, quickly walking down the hallway in an attempt to distance herself from Peter. But Peter was persistent; he caught up to her easily and matched their footsteps, slinging one arm over her shoulder.

“So, do your parents just really like the show FRIENDS or is that just a coincidence?” He teased, grabbing the notebook she was holding and flipping through the pages nonchalantly.

“I’m not sure, Peter Benjamin Parker,” (Y/N) retorted. A wave of pride flooded over her as she felt him tense up beside her. “Are you truly as stupid as everyone thinks you are?”

Finally, (Y/N) had caught him at a loss for words. Having no response, Peter shoved the notebook back into her hands and angrily marched off, muttering to himself quietly. Feeling quite pleased with herself, (Y/N) half-walked, half-skipped the rest of the way to her car. As she popped open the trunk, she heard quiet whispers come from the other side of the tree that stood right next to her assigned parking spot. Letting her curiosity get the best of her, she silently crept in the direction of the voices, using the tree as a cover.

“I don’t know, man, I really like her, but I always mess things up. I don’t think she’ll ever like me back,” said a quiet, defeated voice. She knew that voice anywhere; it was ingrained into her brain, the same brain that subconsciously memorized the way every syllable sounded when falling from his lips. That voice was Peter Benjamin Parker. Every cell in (Y/N)’s body lept with pure joy. She could use this against him. She could find out who Peter liked and she could tease him for it for all of eternity, finally getting revenge for all the times he had made fun of her name or scribbled on her homework. She would finally have the upper hand.

She speedily ran to the driver’s side of her car and hopped inside. She was so eager to begin her investigation that she nearly forgot that the speed limit still existed and realized she was going fifty miles per hour in a thirty-mile zone. Once, she called out a quick “Hey Mom!” to her mother and stumbled up the stairs and into her room, accidentally slamming the door behind her. (Y/N) sat at her desk and began making a list of every girl at her school. Then, she began to work out who possibly had caught Peter’s eye. It couldn’t be a freshman or a sophomore, they were all too young, so she crossed out the names of any girls from grades nine or ten, effectively shortening the list by about sixty-seven percent. For the next thirty minutes, (Y/N) continued crossing out names until there were only two names left: Peter’s sister Teresa and another. 

“Well, by default, it can’t be Teresa, so she’s out.” (Y/N) observed to herself, “That leaves one person, meaning the love of Peter Benjamin Parker’s life is-” She stopped, realizing that the last name on the list was her own. (Y/N) was shocked. She denied it at first, thinking there was no way Peter could ever feel that way about her, but the more she dwelled on it, the more it began to make sense. (Y/N) and Peter always had the same classes. If Peter wanted something, he came to (Y/N). Peter teased (Y/N) relentlessly, only ever stopping if she was genuinely mean to him back. In fact, the only girl that Peter ever talked to besides his sister was (Y/N). She went to bed that night, feeling conflicted and unsure of how she felt about this newfound information.

The whole week, (Y/N) had been completely avoiding Peter. She asked to work by herself during group assignments, hid in the library during lunch, and refused to respond to Peter, no matter how hard he teased her. By the time Friday had rolled around, Peter was done. He was pretty sure he knew why (Y/N) was avoiding him. She had to have known, she was ridiculously smart so she probably figured it out somehow. Even if she didn’t know, Peter knew that he had to tell her soon, so he grabbed his guitar and started writing. After about an hour and a half of fiddling with chords and looking up what words rhyme with what, he was satisfied. He wrote a little note, slipped it inside of (Y/N)’s locker, and strolled off to sit under the tree by (Y/N)’s parking space. At exactly 4:03 pm, (Y/N) arrived at the tree that Peter situated himself under. 

“You wanted to tell me something?” she asked, voice hardly above a whisper. She was nervous, the most nervous she had ever been in her life, more nervous than during her second-grade spelling bee, more nervous than when she had asked Luke Coollastname to the eighth-grade dance, more nervous than when she had run for class president her junior year. She was more than nervous; she was hysterical and completely afraid for whatever Peter had to say.

“No,” Peter started, and (Y/N) let some of the stress fall from her shoulders, “I wanted to sing you something.” (Y/N) tensed back up immediately. Peter was an incredibly gifted singer and songwriter, but every time he had made a song for her, it was always stupid and poked fun at whatever it was that Peter felt like poking fun at. However, before her protests escaped her lips, Peter had already begun. He mindlessly strummed a few chords for a bar or two before he actually opened his mouth to sing, and the second he started, (Y/N) was enchanted by the sound of his voice and the way the late afternoon sun reflected off of the shiny, brown guitar. (Y/N) wasn’t really paying attention to the lyrics; she was too focused on the way every word that left his lips merged beautifully with the sound of each chord he played. Once he finished, Peter took a deep breath, attempting to calm his own nerves and turned his eyes to (Y/N).

“Sorry for pulling your pigtails,” he mumbled. After a few seconds of not receiving a response from (Y/N), he began to worry. He opened his mouth to apologize for whatever it was that he did wrong, but the words never came. Instead, he felt a pair of soft lips gently press up against his own. The sensation only lasted for a second before (Y/N) pulled back, breaking the kiss. Peter looked at her in complete admiration, and she returned the gaze. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, not daring to speak, afraid that this was all a dream and it would disappear the second someone opened their mouth, but the silence didn’t last long as Peter repeated what he said. 

“Sorry for pulling your pigtails, (Y/N).” A genuine look of pure affection and amusement fell over (Y/N)’s face and she quietly giggled in response.

“It’s quite alright, playground boy.”

#peter x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #peter #parker #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #Marvel x Y/N #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman fluff #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x reader fluff #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader angst #peter parker x reader angst #x reader #x reader fluff #x reader angst #teresa parker #angst #fluff #marvel fluff #marvel angst #spider man

[shoutosteakettle]

black laced panties • shouto todoroki

⤷ genre: angst

⤷ word count: 1777

⤷ warnings: cheating, mentions of drunk sex, maybe ooc shouto, the use of the word ‘whore’, also an excessive use of the word fuck

⤷ a/n: alrighty!! if the title for this fic looks familiar it’s because i’ve actually posted this fic before,, but back when i posted this fic the first time i wasn’t really happy with it, so i decided to go back and work at it,,, if you look hard enough on my page you might find the original version of this fic and if that happens i’m truly sorry, but i think that it’s crazy how you cann see how much i’ve grown as a writer in five months,, it hasn’t been that long but at the same time it has and i just feel like we’re moving in hyperspeed omg,, okay that’s it for my rambling, i hope you guys enjoy >:)

☆彡 

It wasn’t the feeling of the warm sun on your face that stirred you from your sleep or the earth-shatteringly loud snoring in your ears. No, it was the warm weight of someone else in bed with you, something you had not felt in weeks thanks to your boyfriend’s hero job that kept him from home most nights, but the large arm around your waist suggested something different. You laid in the bed, basking the bliss of the moment, enjoying the overwhelming smell of cinnamon with vague hints of smoke.

“G’ morning Princess,” the greeting drew you from your thoughts. The nickname was familiar, though not one of Shouto’s go tos, but the voice– the voice was not one you heard every day. It took you a minute to recognize it, but when you did, you swore you felt your heart drop into your ass. “Katsu?”

“Mmmm,” Katsuki groaned, his voice laced with sleep and his nose pressing deeper into your hair. With that confirmation, you removed his arm from your body, then yourself from his bed, nothing but Katsuki’s thin bed sheet and an equally thin bra shielding you from prying eyes.

“What the hell, Bakugou! What am I doing here?!”

“Stop with all the fucking yelling. It’s too early in the morning for you to make my ears bleed,” he yelled back at you.

“Why am I here, in your bed,” you hissed at the blonde. “And why am I naked.”

“Cut it with the fucken innocent act. You’re the one who showed up at my doorstep last night, drunk off your ass and talking about how lonely you were,” Katsuki [], the details helping your brain begin to shift through the fog, trying it’s best to decipher between memories and dreams.

“Shit. How could you let this happen again, Katsuki? I told you last time that was the last time,” you sighed, “On top of that, you know I’m with Shouto.”

There was silence for a moment, not that you could hear anything aside from the blood rushing in your ears while you tried your best to come up with a suitable lie about where you were to tell your boyfriend. “I didn’t know you were still with him,” Katsuki mumbled, almost an apology. Reaching over on his side of the bed, he picked up a t-shirt and threw it to you. “Find the rest of your clothes and get out.”

“What the hell do you think I’m doing,” you hissed, turning around to throw your shirt over your head, doing your best to ignore Katsuki’s presence completely.

“You don’t get to be fucking angry with me. This is your fault,” he reminded you. “And now you’ve dragged me into whatever drama you have going on with your boyfriend, the same one you told me you ended things with.”

“Well, I wasn’t the one who thought it was okay to take advantage of a drunk woman, so get off your fucking high horse. And where are my fucking underwear,” this was the last thing that you needed right now; there was no need for the universe to rub it in your face as hard as it was.

“Fuck it,” you said, abandoning your search for the missing panties pulling your jeans from off the carpet and over your bare legs, the feeling of the scratchy denim shaking any remaining bits of sleep from your system. “Don’t say anything about this to anyone.”

“Didn’t plan on it. Your keys are on the coffee table, don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” Katsuki called out, watching you smooth out your shirt as you made your way out of his bedroom.

“Fuck,” he groaned to himself, laying back down on his bed and pulling his blankets up to his chest. Katsuki laid his head down on the silk of his pillowcase, placing his hand on the underside, feeling his fingertips brush against the soft cotton of your panties.

ミ☆

“Y/n?” Shouto called out when he heard you open the door to your shared apartment. You took off your shoes and slid on your slippers before walking over to the living room. When you came within a foot of your boyfriend, he reached out and took your hands in his.

“I know I’ve been a bit distant lately, and I apologize. I would never want to make you feel like a second priority. I took a couple of vacation days, and I would love nothing more than to spend them with you,” he smiled, nodding toward the television, which had your favorite movie on stand-by.

The guilt building in your stomach increased tenfold, spilling onto your tongue, tasting bitter. You sent Shouto a small smile before letting go of his hands and making your way to your bedroom. “Just let me hop in the shower real quick,” you chirped, thinking that your scandal had ended before it ever really started.

“Where were you this morning,” Shouto asked, noticing the way you flinched at his question, and you were sure he could see the cold sweat glistening on your forehead- unless he suddenly was blind in both eyes.

“Ochako and Zu’s,” you lied, “I was feeling a little lonely last night, so I called, and they said it was cool if I third wheeled on their date.

“Right… I’ll pop some popcorn while you’re in the shower,” Shouto said, changing the subject but watching skeptically as your body relaxed at his less interrogational words.

☆彡

“Back with the mail already…” your voice trailed off when you saw what he was holding in his hand. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Shouto began, reading from the note in his hand not occupied by back panties– your missing panties, “I meant to send these to you a while back, but you’re getting them now, deal with it. Katsuki Bakugou.”

Shouto looked up from the evidence of your obvious betrayal that he help in his hands, his glossy eyes meeting yours. The tears that fell from your eyes fell for a completely different reason than the one fallen from Shouto’s. You were scared. He was hurt. “I only asked you once because I trusted you, but one more time. Where were you the morning you came home late?”

“Shou, this isn’t what it looks like–”

“You spent the night with Katsuki, doing and saying all the things you promised to me. You kissed him. You slept in his bed. You fucked him. And then did the same with me,” he groaned, and you watched as he physically shuddered. “Why? Was I not good enough for you, or are you just that much of a whore?”

The words he spat burned like acid on your soul. You knew there was no excuse for what you had done and that you had hurt him, and all those things made it so much harder for you to defend yourself. “I was lonely, Shou. I was barely seeing you. I- I thought you had forgotten me,” you cried, being painfully honest while trying to save whatever was left you your relationship.

“Is that why you did this, to get in a quick fuck while I was out risking my life to protect my city- to protect you,” he asked, his anger blocking out anything that didn’t support his case. Finally, he let go of your underwear and the note that accompanied it, and you watched as they fell to the table beneath him. Shouto pushed himself off the table he was leaning on and made his way to the coat rack by your front door. You watched, unable to form words, or do anything other than cry as he put on his jacket and opened the front door.

“I’m going out. I want you and your stuff out of my apartment by the time I get back,” was the last thing he said before turning around and leaving your home, slamming the door behind him. Shouto would be a liar if he said he didn’t want to go back and remind you of all the reasons you loved him, the reasons why you picked him, but he couldn’t get past the fact that you didn’t wait for him.

ミ☆

“Fuck off, Katsuki,” you giggled at his joke as he passed by you to get the couch.

“You’re starting to sound more and more like me every day,” Katsuki smirked, keeping his eyes focused on the mail he was shuffling through. “When are you getting your own place anyway? It’s getting pretty annoying having to see your face every day.”

“I’m seeing some apartments later today, so I’ll be out of your hair soon enough. Though I can’t promise that you won’t miss me,” you teased, pushing at Katsuki’s chest and waiting for him to laugh with you.

“This is for you,” he said, leaning over from his seat on the sofa to hand you a smaller sized black bubble envelope.

“Who is it from,” you asked. No one ever sent you mail, for the same reason no one ever called, your best friend broke up with you and took all the important people in your life with him.

“Icy Hot,” Katsuki answered.

“Oh,” you tried your best to ignore the feeling of Katsuki’s eyes boring into you as he watched you open the envelope. You reached inside to pull out a pair of black laced panties with a note attached that read, “You forgot this.”

☆彡: Extra Scene

Shouto picked up his phone, scrolling through his contacts, coming to the last number on the short list of people in his phone. He pressed the name and waited as the phone rang in his ear. Once, then twice, and then a third time. “Hey, Shouto. Is something wrong,” the voice on the other side asked, his voice groggy with sleep.

“Hey, Midoriya. Have you seen Y/n? She’s not home, and it’s late. I’m a little worried,” Shouto groaned, bringing his hand up to rub at his temples, trying his best not to let his darker thoughts get the best of him.

“No, I spent the night with Ochako. Let me get my coat. I can help you look for her,” Izuku said, sitting up in his bed and pulling his blanket from over his legs.

“No. No, it’s fine, I’ll wait a little longer to see if she shows up,” Shouto sighed, hanging up his phone and cutting off Izuku’s ‘Goodbye.’ With another stressed sigh, Shouto threw himself back on the bed, taking one last look at the candles he had lit, the rose petals he had laid out, and listening to the quiet music playing in the background before dozing off.

#shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #Writing?

[kenbunshokus]

this is a (super late) update to this fic rec post! i was planning to just keep editing and updating that post, but it’s been so old it no longer appears on tumblr search system and all, so here we are. be ready for some old school zosans in the mix

all complete

absolute favorites will be noted with a ♡

list will be updated as i find more

story count: 30 fics

last update: jan 5th 2020

CANON-VERSE

Goings On by clarify  ♡

Zoro and Sanji understand each other, and sometimes have a very similar sense of humor. Even though they're worlds ahead of most, sometimes they can't help but to act their age.

easily one of my favorites. zoro and sanji are completely in character, being themselves and comfortable in each other’s spaces. for anyone who thinks zoro and sanji can’t get along in canon, this fic can easily prove them wrong.

Part Timer by 8ball ♡♡

Sanji really, really doesn't want to give Zoro a job at his restaurant. Zoro doesn't really even want to work there in the first place, but, well, there’s this thing with Sanji, and this thing with feelings and the whole thing is pretty damn stupid all together.

Zeff just wants grandkids. He’s too old for this bullshit anyways.

a wonderful, heart-wrenching, roller coaster ride of a post-series fic. this fic is not just a mere fic — it’s a zosan magnum opus with guest appearances by so many other characters, lots of crew hijinks and a must-read for everyone who craves for a happy ending for these good boys.

Say It Again by 8ball

Zoro tells Sanji how he feels. And then again. And again. 

since we’re talking about 8ball i just want you to know i’d rec everything they’ve ever written, but special mention to say it again — a classic miscommunication trope fic done well where the miscommunication stems from fundamental misunderstanding of each other’s principles and views instead of just some plot-convenient coincidences. and soft zoro. god, he is soft.

The Wedding Night by cuethe-pulse (lj)

Zoro had never expected any of this.

major character death warning. don’t let the first few scenes fool you. note the warning; the last few lines were like a punch in the gut for me, except, you know, the good kind of punch. also, a quick rec of a drabble by the same author to soothe the pain after this one.

Roronoa Zoro: World’s Greatest Bug Killer by insaneidiot ♡

Sometimes, Zoro's life really sucks. He should've known better than to make fun of Sanji's bug phobia, though...

zoro’s internal monologue is hilarious  — until today, this author is still my go-to expert on zoro’s voice, especially his more sarcastic side.

Quitting’s Easy by insaneidiot

Sanji decides to quit smoking. This is not quite so easy as he thinks it will be. Also, his crewmates (excluding Robin and Nami, of course!) are assholes.

fun, fun strawhat hijinks and oblivious sanji. the crew dynamics and especially sanji’s voice are pitch perfect. there’s a hint of luffy/nami that you can easily scroll past if it’s not your thing.

I can’t stop thinking that i can’t stop thinking by hieiandshino ♡

In which Brook changes tactics and Zoro is not amused. Everyone else is, though.

holy shit is this fic hilarious. i love comedy fics that manage to slip in thoughtful observations and character study in between the hijinks, and this fic pulls that off with flying colors. 

The Walls See All by threesipsmore

Reiju hides a snail cam in her brother's room.

fun short fic from reiju’s pov. there’s never enough zosan set in whole cake island arc and this fic delivers.

Stormbird by Judin ♡

The Straw Hats' first landing in the New World is on Arashi Island, where it looks like they'll be spending a fun week attending the local festival and making new friends. Until they spot a strange pirate ship in the harbour, and Sanji starts behaving oddly. The Straw Hats become entangled with the mysterious Gently Pirates, a crew that harbour many secrets, and whose captain is a man out of Sanji's past who has the power to tear the Straw Hat crew apart. 

it cannot be overstated how wonderful this fic is, and how it could’ve fit into the canon just nicely, like a better-written one piece movie, except with zosan. not only are sanji and zoro in character, every strawhat gets a spotlight and has pitch-perfect voices. brook is especially lovely in this fic.

Unintended Consequence by itsmylifekay

A group of marines charge, Zoro slices through them, and in that instant Sanji feels his own eyes grow wide. Because there, on the arm now outstretched towards him, steel glinting in hand, is the stupid bracelet he’d given Zoro. The bastard is actually wearing it.

there’s a reason this is the most kudo-ed zosan fic on ao3 right now — it’s so soft without being ooc, and there’s a quiet undercurrent of affection laid throughout the fic that will warm you up from the insides.

Somewhere Between Sorrow and Bliss by srididdledeedee

Sanji has never cared for winter.

He can see himself, is the thing. There are bits and pieces that poke through, but it’s not all him. It’s like staring in a fractured mirror. He knows, intellectually, that the person staring back at him is himself, but his face is splintered and his shape is distorted and his body is wrong.

a fantastic character study on trans!sanji and how he comes to terms with his identity with the help of his crewmates. supportive strawhats are always a lovely addition to a zosan fic

Give In To Love by libbylune

Zoro knows better than to think about it too much, but between the rowdy festivals and ancient unexplained temples on this island, it's hard to forget about wanting Sanji.

i love how this fic puts as much focus on the boys after the confession as it does before the confession. a good case fic with its own unique island adventure and i’m always a sucker for soft!zoro

Laundry by libbylune

Dealing with Sanji makes Zoro develop a lot of opinions about clothes.

there’s absolutely nothing hotter than bi!sanji who’s completely comfortable with his gender identity and sexuality. also gay disaster zoro fumbling his words whenever sanji is around is 1) accurate 2) hilarious.

Language of Swords by HaveMyWeedCookies ♡

It took them for a while but finally, Zoro asked if Sanji wanted to hold his sword.

i love fics that explore zoro’s relationship with his craft and his swords, and adding zosan into the mix is something i didn’t know i needed. an interesting outsiders pov zosan in the pov of zoro’s swords.

Ghost of a Chance by sabershadowkat

“I know, for sure, that I didn’t expect to miss everyone so much, including you.” Sanji cut a glance at Zoro and rephrased correctly, “Especially you.”

this fic handles tropes that are usually associated with character death fics, but manages to end it with a happy ending. zoro’s devotion here is heart-wrenching.

Idiot Romance by sabershadowkat

"This has to be a joke," Sanji muttered, poking at the colored petals. Zoro couldn't have just given him flowers.

a classic  — this is literally the first zosan fic i’ve ever read — and a lovely one at that. sanji is oblivious and zoro attempts romance, not that zoro ever needed to.

festival night by thisislegit

“ANOTHER FEAT BY THE WORLD’S STRONGEST MAN, JORIRI.” The woman turned to Mr. Mohawk and with faux sympathy said, “Oh! Sorry, sir. Maybe next time. We can’t always beat the best, but we can do our best and that’s what matters. Do we have any other takers? ANY OTHER TAKERS READY FOR THE STRONG MAN CHALLENGE? HOW ABOUT YOU SIR? MADAM? YOU OVER THERE? ARE YOU INTERESTED?”

“What kind of shit name is Joriri,” said Zoro and Sanji in unison.

i’m an absolute sucker for fics that have zoro and sanji simply hanging out and enjoying each other’s company, comfortable in a way they couldn’t with their other crewmates, and this fic exemplifies that. just them being little shits and having fun with one another.

No Victory in Hesitation & the Past Has Its Lessons by EudaimonErisornae & vageege

Zoro has a lot of things he wants to say to Sanji, but he just needs one more day. || Zoro tries to fix a mistake he made in the past.

major character death warning. i died a little bit inside after reading this tbh. there are some devil fruits-explained time travel hijinks, but mostly it’s this looming, grim inevitability of death that’s written so pervasively throughout the fic that really got me.

Imperatives by dollcewrites

Zoro is confident in saying that Sanji is a man who doesn’t do what he’s told. Which is why, when a command accidentally slips from Zoro’s lips during foreplay, he is expecting to hear the cook’s scoff as he continues to do what he pleases.

i don’t tend to do pwp, but this isn’t just one — it’s a completely in-character piece about their relationship and dynamics.

when you say by bluewalk ♡

It's a long time in coming. Usopp can promise, but.

this fic is as much sanuso as it is zosan, and usopp here is — still very much usopp, but also a very beautiful take on his character as someone who spent a lot of time behind sanji’s back, and realizes that when he watches sanji’s back, he gets to see zoro’s, too.

a complete guide to falling in love by ThousandSunny

Sanji was trained in the Bridal Arts; this does not go unnoticed by the rest of his crew.

while the main ship is still zosan, the fic also focuses a lot on zoro and sanji’s relationship with the rest of the crew, and it’s one of those fics that really makes you realize how much of a family the strawhats is. a lovely read all around.

destructivity is a poison that run through our veins by wasteofmind

Zoro thinks that, someday, they are going to kill each other.

a dysfunctional take of their relationship. it’s fascinating in the same way a car crash is fascinating  — there’s an undercurrent of something violent, something visceral. this is one of the fics that inspired me to write migratory animals.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

Ocean’s Child by 8ball  ♡

Here's the truth: Zoro couldn't swim. He fell in the water and sank like a stone because there had never been anyone to teach him how to move his arms. He forgot that if he screamed for help the water would get in his mouth, and he even opening his eyes hurt.

Here’s the other truth, the one that stays a secret: a mermaid saved him.

a fascinating retelling of the one piece canon with mermaid!sanji. it feels a lot like a love letter to the seas, and it’s mesmerizing how sanji’s mermaid backstory is seamlessly weaved into the one piece canon.

with you by Cirro

How to find your life partner in three easy steps: 1. Punch them in the face 2. Insult their cognitive abilities 3. Embarrass them so much they agree to marry you

a wholesome two-part modern au series. my personal favorite is the second part, where sanji brings zoro home to meet zeff — complete with the two of them teasing sanji in their own ways.

The Proper Reaction (or What To Do When Your Son Brings His Boyfriend Home by three_days_late

Holidays at the Baratie were always hectic, but it's nothing Zeff can't handle. Sanji's new boyfriend, on the other hand...

on the topic of meet-the-family: the only thing more fun than zoro meeting zeff is zoro meeting zeff and the entirety of baratie staff. also includes one of my favorite line about bi!sanji: “sanji loves nice girls and bad boys”.

Exclusive by cuethe-pulse

Zoro loves Sanji, Sanji loves Zoro. Zoro wants to be exclusive, so Sanji should, too. Right?

this is a circus/bakery au. yes, you read that right, and yes, it works. i went into this fic with a lot of doubts and came out very satisfied with how fleshed out everyone in this au is, and i’m forever in awe with how the author can set up an entirely separate, vivid universe with so few words.

Delivery by styx_in_the_mud

Sanji is stuck delivering pizzas when Patty is out of commission for a while. Zoro likes to order pizza after training. Both of them are sort of idiots, but Zoro can be smooth as fuck if he puts his mind to it.

a fun, in-character au with good ol’ banter and cute get-together.

The End of It All by xpiester333xx

Humans have been forced underground due to the effects of a chemical weapon that has made surface life impossible. Sanji lives in one of these underground colonies and though he dreams of bigger things his life has been mundane; spent following strict rules and obeying higher commands. Or it was, until a stranger shows up and changes everything.

the author labelled it as sci-fi au, but I personally think it’s more dystopian-like? either way, while this fic is on the long side, it manages to keep everyone in character until the very end, which is something that can’t be said for a lot of fics.

well, there we go! feel free to drop me an ask if you want to rec me fics or ask for a more specific/themed rec list; i’ll also update this post regularly !!

i also have an ao3 donutsandcoffee if you want to see my take on these dorks o/

#opgraphics #zosan #roronoa zoro #sanji #opfanfic #one piece #fic rec #mine* #mine: fic rec #// #zoro #op

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An Unbreakable Bond Ch. 3

Here is am once against posting chapters well after midnight. My week has been crazy busy and I barely get any sleep as it is. Anyway, here is chapter three which is my favorite so far because I am a complete and utter sap and I’m such a dork for romance; why do I do thisssss. Rukia is probably a little OOC in this but this is literally my first time writing something like this for Ichiruki but I LOVE IT. I hope you guys like it too! Great song suggestions during this chapter: “Still Have You” by Freya Ridings. This chapter is named after this song, it’s beautiful and makes me think of ichiruki so much. Also, ‘Unconditional’ by Freya Ridings as well. Wonderful song, a lot of emotion. 10/10. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach. *cries*

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Chapter Three: Still Have You.

They arrived at the Kurosaki household faster than she thought they would. He reluctantly let go of her hand to unlock the door. It was dark in the house, he walked to the kitchen and turned on the light; she followed him. Rukia took in her surroundings and noticed the kitchen looked just about the same as it did the last time she was here.

“Where is your family?” She asked softly. She was rather excited to see his sisters again.

"Dad said he needed to talk to Kisuke before he comes home for the night. Yuzu and Karin are staying at a friends this weekend. Do you want anything to drink? He asked her, opening the fridge.

"Water would be great, thank you." He grabbed two water bottles out of the fridge, and handed one to her Their fingers brushed and for a split second she stilled, but didn't think he noticed.

'Why the hell am I so nervous?'

"I'm going to get in my Gigai really quick. Kisuke dropped it off earlier." She smiled at him before turning to go to the stairs.

"I'm really happy you're here, midget."

She turned her head to look at him, he was rubbing his neck nervously and then locked eyes with her. She could feel her heart starting to race again.

"Me too, strawberry." she said with a smirk on her face. She turned back around and headed up the stairs. Once she got to his room, she turned on his lamp on his desk, set her water bottle and quickly entered her Gigai that was laying on his bed. She was glad her Gigai was already wearing pajamas.

"Yoruichi must have picked these out." She thought to herself after she had gotten out of the bed. She looked down at herself, she was wearing black pj shorts that thankfully were not too short and a purple strapped tank top that had a small Chappy image above where her heart was.

Feeling comfortable, she picked up her water bottle and walked to the closet opening it, before jumping into it and turning to where her legs were hanging out. She unscrewed the cap and took a drink, trying to get her heart to settle down.

This was it  

They needed to talk. She knew she needed to tell him about that night three weeks ago when she was in his bedroom. But how would she even start that conversation?

'Oh yeah, Ichigo! I almost forgot to tell you I visited you three weeks ago for the first time in over two years and it just so happened to be the night that you confessed your love to me without even realizing you had actually confessed TO me.'

She went pale at that explanation in her head. There was no way in hell she could say it like that. Her head snapped to the door when she heard what she was guessing was the bathroom door being shut, before she heard a knock on the bedroom door.

"You're good." She said, signaling for him it was okay to come in now. He walked in and went to sit on the side of his bed, taking a drink from his water bottle before setting it on the floor, putting his elbows on his knees and looking up at her.

She felt her breath hitch when their eyes met. He looked happy but also determined. She knew that determined look in his eyes very well. She saw it every time he fought a hollow or was battling an enemy. Every time he was set out to protect someone he cares about. She thought she saw something else in his eyes. But she was confused as to why he had that look in his eyes now.

"Is he going to tell me that he.."

"You're a Lieutenant now." He said proudly, remembering when he saw the badge on her arm when he first saw her again

She blushed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yes, they promoted me about six months after I had returned." She stated, a smile gracing her lips. She was proud of herself for becoming Lieutenant. She didn't think that she could do it after returning back to Soul Society.She couldn't even work the first month after returning...

"I'm proud of you." He was beyond proud. He knew the kind of power she wielded, and how passionate she was at what she did. He couldn't think of anyone else that better deserved a promotion after everything that went down with Aizen.

"Thank you." She said sincerely. Their eyes stayed connected until he decided to sit fully on the bed with his back to the wall. He gave her a look as if to say "Come sit with me." She understood. She jumped out of the closet and climbed onto the bed, sitting about a foot away from him and leaning her back on the wall beside him.

"You cut your hair, it looks good.” He said, before lightly pulling at the end of a lock of her hair. She felt her face grow warm.

'He never throws out this many compliments in one day.' She thought, realizing her heart was once again racing.

"I needed a change, and it's easier to handle short."

"Ah."

They sit in comfortable silence for a minute before she gives a sigh and moves her body to face him, back now off the wall. She sits cross legged before meeting his eyes.

"Honestly, I didn't think I would get that promotion." She confessed. He gives her a questioning look, not understanding. She lays her hands in her lap before looking up again.

"The first month of returning back.. I was restricted from my work duties." She stated hesitantly. His eyes widened at that, his mind running a mile a minute.

'Why the hell would they restrict her from doing her job? Did she get hurt? Was she sick?'

She sees the look of shock and confusion on his face and continues.

"They did it because they felt it would be best for me. I was not... mentally well at that point of time."

The look he gives her is one full of worry. He doesn't know why she would not be mentally well and it scares the shit out of him. He figures it must have been because of the battle with Aizen, considering that she did almost die. She watches her bend her head down to look at her hands in her lap, which he then notices are slightly shaking. Before he can do or say anything, she's speaking again.

"I... was overwhelmed with everything that had happened in the last few month before returning to Soul Society. They thought it might be PTSD. I was having night terrors, when I wasn't having night terrors I was not getting any sleep. I was also very upset about.. not being able to see you, and you not being able to see me. I don't know if they knew about that last part, I never told anyone. But regardless, they felt it would be best to have me stripped of my duties until I was doing better."

By then her hands are clenched into fists. She is silent, knowing he is processing everything she had just told him. She clenches her eyes shut, worried she may cry again. This was not an easy subject for her to talk about, it was like reliving the pain from back then all over again. She opens her eyes again when she feels his hands uncurling her fingers from one another and he gently holds her hands in his. By then he is facing her as well, sitting in the same position as her.

"I didn't return to school for almost two months after you had left. I had the night terrors too. It got so bad my dad had to prescribe something to help me sleep and for my depression. I wasn't okay after you had to leave. I couldn't... comprehend the fact that I had lost my powers, my way to protect... and lost the ability to see you."

Their eyes meet and she can tell that he's trying to hold back his emotions, he is trying so hard to not unravel in front of her. She doesn't know what to say next. She knew that he had missed her as much as she had missed him, and that he was devastated about losing his powers; but she didn't think he would not be able to return to his every day normal life routine until months later.

"I am so sorry, Ichigo. I'm sorry." Her voice cracks with her apology, she feels her throat tighten with unshed tears. She's looking at their hands, he is holding hers as tightly as she is holding his, until he releases one and lifts her chin up so he can see her face.

"You have nothing to apologize for. Absolutely nothing, Rukia. It's not your fault I lost my powers, I knew it would happen because I had to do the one thing that would defeat Aizen. I don't regret a single thing that's happened since meeting you and I damn sure don't regret meeting you."

'How does he always know what I'm thinking?'

The last two years she had felt immense guilt about everything. She felt if she hadn't have met Ichigo none of this would have happened. He would be happy living a normal life as best as he could. Not getting wrapped up in saving her, Soul Society and the world. He wouldn't have have had to grow up so fast. He wouldn't have seen such terrible things that a young man such as he should not have to see.

"I know, I just.." by then she was crying, silent tears falling. She hated this feeling. She hated feeling like he would be better off if he never met her. She clenches her eyes shut even though his finger was still holding her chin up. She felt him move a bit closer, before feeling him unclasp her hand that was on her lap and wiping the tears off her face before holding her hand again, lightly squeezing it.

"Look at me, Rukia." She could hear the determination is his voice and knew what she would see when she opened her eyes. She slowly opened them and held her breath.

"If it wasn't for you, me and my family would have been killed that night. We would be dead. You saved us that night, you saved me Rukia. And you gave me the power to protect everyone I love. All I have ever wanted is to protect the ones I love dearly and you made that possible. If we hadn't have met, the world would have ended. Aizen would have accomplished what he was set out to do."

She breathes again. She looks at him, hears his words and knows that he's right and it brings tears to her eyes, but she doesn't let them fall.

"We were fated to meet, Rukia. I fully believe that with my whole soul. Yeah, we had to spend over two years apart. It was hell. But I wouldn't change a damn thing."

At that point her heart is racing out of her chest. His words have left her speechless, and the look in his eyes is making it impossible to look away from him. She feels in her soul that he is completely right. Every word out of his mouth is true. She also fully believes they were fated to meet. Their bond is like no other she has ever had with anyone else. It is unbreakable, even years later.

They stay still in that moment, looking at one another. The air around them feels almost electrified. His right hand that was holding her chin up moves to the side of her face; he lays it there upon her cheek. She doesn't think he even realizes what he is doing.

"Would you change it, Rukia? If you could, would you?" he asks her softly. He has never spoken this softly to her, her heart is now skipping beats. Regardless, she answers without hesitation and doesn't look away.

"No. Never."

"Do you believe we were fated to meet?"

In that moment, Rukia feels everything stop. She's captivated by the look of what she can now clarify as passion in his eyes and she can't look away. She doesn't want to look away. She answers him, her voice level, serious and as passionate as the way he's looking at her.

"I fully believe it with my whole soul."

Before she can register what is happening, time starts again. He uncrosses his legs and with his hand cupping her cheek he brings it to entangle in her hair and brings her close and before she can gasp he is kissing her with all the determination, resolve and passion she saw in his eyes. Their hands unclasp and he has his other arm wrapped around her waist. She doesn't remember changing position but now she know she's sitting on her knees while he holds her up with his arm around her waist and she has a hand tightly holding onto the front of his t-shirt while her other arm is around his neck keeping him close.

She can't think straight. All she feels is how fast her heart is racing and the fact that he's kissing her to the point where she feels she may pass out from how completely right this feels. she doesn't dare pull away and say anything, but she can't help but let out a surprised gasp when he turns her to have her back pressed against the wall. She is kissing him back just as hard and by the time she is able to process what is actually happening he slowly pulls away from her lips to look at her. His forehead is against hers, and he has one hand now on her shoulder and the other holding her hip.

They look at one another in silence, trying to catch their breath. She thinks she must look like a mess right about now, she notices she has goosebumps on her arms.

"I should have done that years ago." He says quietly, giving her a smile. She can't help but laugh a little at that.

"I would not have complained back then just like I'm not complaining now." she says coyly, before resting one of her hands on his chest. She feels how fast his heart is racing. Her eyes meet his again and she knows what he's going to ask before he even starts speaking.

"Do you-"

"Yes." He looks at her, surprise written all over his face. All she can do is give a shy smile before she says what she's been wanting to tell him for weeks now.

"I love you." His eyes widen at those words, he feels like he's dreaming.

"I've been in love with you a lot longer then I realized. Maybe deep down I always knew, but.." she trails off, feeling like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. She moves her hand up to his face, holding her hand there.

"I'm in love with you, and I think I've loved you since the first day I met you but I didn't realize it until a few weeks." She sees now he is slightly red, and she leans close to kiss him. This time it is short and sweet, but she likes it just as much as the first one.

"I know you are, Ichigo. I've known.. for a few weeks now." she gives a look, hoping he understands what she is trying to tell him. She sees the realize dawn on his face and his mouth hangs open.

"Wait... you were..?" he turns his head to look around the room and then back at her. She nods her head before speaking.

"Three weeks ago was the first night I came back here after returning back to Soul Society. I knew it I went the first year I would not stop returning and I would have had to keep it a secret because Soul Society would see no point in me making regular trips when I was no longer stationed here. But one night, the night I visited.. I could not hold back anymore. I just wanted to see you and make sure you and your family were okay. That just happened to be the same night I..." she trails off, knowing he is understanding where she's going with this. 

His eyes widen but then he relaxes, a grin appearing on his face.

"So you heard everything, huh?"

"Every single word out of your mouth."

He can't help throwing his head back and laughing at that. She laughs along with him.

"And for the record, that night... I said it back. I knew you wouldn't be able to hear me, but I did say it back. Because that's when I realized it too."

Her eyes start to sting and she's all of a sudden overcome with emotion. Relief. Happiness. Love. She feels at peace for the first time in years. She leans and lays her forehead on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around her. She knows he knows that she is crying again an that's okay. she is happy, she knows he is happy too. She holds on tighter, as does he; both thinking the same thing.

'You still have me, you always will.'

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[melancholydreadfuldream]

Dreamer File 07

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: 13th Doctor x Reader

 Summary: The Doctor and fam found themselves in a dangerous place. The Doctor met a former companion who is supposed to be dead.

 Warning: ooc, angst, plot holes as usual, mention of violence, death, a possibility of dark!doctor.

 More warning: English is not my native language and I suck at it but I wanted to write for DW so please pardon the mess.

 A/N: I'm running out the fuel to write fanfic. I wanted to make a short and to the point fanfic with specific scene that I want to write but I kept driving myself with madness about how to fit the puzzle for the beginning and ending and then I ended up not writing at all. I thought about postpone posting this fic at least until I could start and finish one more fic but like I said I'm running out the fuel to write. It's weird because I finally have some time for myself due to the lockdown and for the life of me, I couldn't apply my butt to chair and write. I suck at this. Ugh!

    The Doctor had no idea what happened. She and the fam were on one of their routine adventure when thing got wrong very quickly. As usual, they ran into trouble and the Doctor intended to fix it. But, of course, the random villains of the weeks were unhappy of the Doctor's interference. Next thing they knew, they were sucked into a mysterious portal.

 The Doctor and the fam woke up in some woods in the middle of nowhere. With the Tardis out of reach, the Doctor had no choice to explore the woods in hope to get some help and explanation about their current whereabouts.

 They saw a young man and woman from a distance and they stupidly called out to them.

 "Oh, look at that. Newcomers." The woman glanced at them with a sinister smile. She got a gun and armed with knives.

 "Hello, there. I'm the Doctor. And they are my friends, Yaz, Ryan and Graham." The Doctor explained once they were within hearing. "We got lost, you see, and we would appreciate it if you can..."

 The woman shot at Ryan right at his stomach before replying coldly, "don't care."

 Ryan looked shocked, his mouth hanging open. He looked down at his injury before he lose his footing and fell to the ground.

 Yaz quickly tried to catch him and lessen his fall.

 Graham is frozen, unable to comprehend what just happened. When he regained his bearing, he quickly bend his knees near Ryan.

 Yaz tried to stop the bleeding but she knew his injury is fatal.

 The Doctor is enraged that her companion is injured. "Why would you do that?!"

 Yaz screamed at the Doctor to help with Ryan's injury. "Doctor, do something!"

 Graham hold Ryan's bloodied hand as the young man looked up at him as if he want to say something but couldn't.

 The man pulled out a sword from his person and grinned. "I love newcomers." He walked toward them threateningly.

 The Doctor quickly used her sonic screwdriver to throw his sword away from him before returning to fuss over Ryan's injury.

 The man looks annoyed but also amused. "Interesting choice of weapon." he said.

Yaz and Graham started sobbing as Ryan wheezed some more before he stopped breathing altogether.

 The Doctor froze in her helplessness as she just watched her companion got killed right before her eyes.

 "It's not fun when they don't run." The woman said, stopping the man. "Run, newcomers, run. The others are coming and you lot are fair game."

 The Doctor glared at them coldly but when she realized what the woman is saying, she quickly grabbed Yaz and Graham to run despite their reluctance to leave Ryan's body.

 7777

 The Doctor realized the woods is a place of hunting and they are the prey. If what the woman said was true, there are others, most likely armed and they won't lend a helping hand to them either.

 They finally found a hiding spot after a long while. Yaz and Graham were still shocked from the sudden loss of Ryan. The Doctor walked back and forth, wrecking her mind for a way out of the cursed place.

 Graham finally snapped and he said he wanted to avenge Ryan's death. Of course, the Doctor quickly tried to talk him out of it. Yaz insisted that they have to find weapon defend themselves against whoever come next at least.

 They had to leave their hiding spot when they heard a group approaching nearby. The woman who killed Ryan was not with the group. But, the Doctor overheard them talking about how Maeve managed to nail one of the newcomers. Now, the Doctor know the name of the woman who will unleash the wrath of the oncoming storm. But, for now, she reign in her temper and focused to keep Yaz and Graham out of harm way.

 The Doctor instructed her remaining fam to follow her and to be super quiet to get around the group. However, unfortunately, Graham accidentally missed a step and make a noise that alert them to their presence.

 "Run." The Doctor ordered.

 They barely able to dodge bullets and arrows that sorta rain down on them once the group are aware of the prey within their reach. Yaz got separated from the Doctor and Graham in the process.

 The Doctor is at least relieved that Yaz with her police training might be able to maneuver her way out of danger. Now, her focused is on the grieving Graham. He still wanted revenge and the Doctor know he will be reckless about it when next they meet Maeve.

 However, a man managed to get the drop on them and took Graham hostage. The Doctor tried to reason with the man who held a knife on Graham's neck. But there is no reasoning with the man, the Doctor realized in horror, for the man is insane with the lust to kill.

 Graham was helpless as he stared at the Doctor in fear as he could feel the knife inches away from his neck.

 A shot was heard and the man was shot right on the head dropped dead.

 The Doctor's eyes widened in shock at the dead man before her before looked up to see a figure in red hood a few feet behind the man and Graham.

 Graham touched his neck in relief before weakly reached out toward the Doctor. His body is trembling in fear mixed with shock.

 The figure in red hood put down the gun and walked toward them.

 The Doctor stood in front of Graham protectively.

 The figure pulled down the hoodie revealing a young woman underneath. "Come on, newcomers, let's get out of here before the rest of them come."

 The Doctor's eyes widened again in disbelief. "(N-Name?)"

 (Name) glanced at the Doctor in confusion. "How do you know my name?"

 The Doctor look confused. "Are you really (Name)? (Name) (Last Name)?"

 (Name) frowned. "Do we know each other?" she asked. "Never mind. We need to leave. Now. Follow me if you want to live." She ordered before turning to leave them.

 The Doctor grabbed Graham and made to follow her.

 Graham was quiet the whole way. He didn't even bother to ask how the Doctor know their saviour.

 "I came here with another friend, Yaz, she got separated from us." The Doctor explained. "We have to find her."

 "Don't worry, Jace and Lolo are on it. We heard that there are three of you. I told them to help out when they can." (Name) said as she motioned them to follow on her.

 They arrived in some clearing when (Name) suddenly turned around and pointed her gun at the Doctor.

 The Doctor and Graham back off in surprise.

 "Now, tell me which group did you join with?" (Name) demanded.

 "W-what?"

 "You know my name. That's meant one of the groups told you."

 "I don't know what you are talking about, I have no idea what group are you talking about, believe me." The Doctor said, raising her hands in placating manner. "I know your name because we have met before. It's me, (Name), the Doctor."

 (Name) froze. "Doctor..." she whispered in disbelief.

 "I know I look different. I regenerated." The Doctor explained. "Surprise, I'm a woman now."

 "Doctor, you know her?" Graham finally asked.

 "She was my companion." The Doctor said with a sorrowful expression. "But she was lost to me a long time ago." She moved toward her. "How can you be here?"

 "Prove it." (Name) took a step back, still pointing the gun at her.

 "What?"

 "If you are really the Doctor, prove it to me."

 "I have two hearts, you are welcome to check." The Doctor said.

 (Name) scoffed. "You could be the Master for all I know."

 "Ok, fair point but the Master wouldn't have companion."

 "He once had a wife for companion."

 "Yeah, okay, that happened too." The Doctor thought about it. "Oh my sonic screwdriver. See." She pulled her sonic screwdriver proudly.

 (Name) didn't look impressed. "Tell me what was the last thing I said to you. If you are the Doctor, you would know."

 The Doctor was silent for a while. "You said..."

 "(Name)!! Incoming!!" A man suddenly rushed toward them with Yaz in tow.

 "Yaz!!" The Doctor ran and hugged Yaz in relief to see her safe and sound.

 "Doctor!" Yaz hugged her back.

 (Name) observed the interaction. The Doctor's identity is confirmed by the reaction of her companion. She stepped forward toward the man to deal with whoever coming.

 The man, Jace, ordered the Doctor and the rest to hide themselves as he readied himself for a fight.

 The Doctor, for once, obeyed the order and gestured her companion to do the same.

 The Doctor watched in a bit of fascination and horror as she watched her former companion disposed the threats in cold blood using every available weapon on her person.

 7777

 (Name) led the Doctor and friends to her group's domain. There were other people within domain, both human and alien alike.

 The Doctor stood close near her fam, awkwardly trying to comfort or grieve for Ryan with them.

 "Why are you lot looking like someone shot your puppy?" (Name) asked.

 Graham snapped at her, told her to show some compassion, they just lost one of their own.

 (Name) observed the Doctor's silent but fury expression. She knew that expression, the oncoming storm expression. She chuckled. "Well then, this is your lucky day. No one in this world stays dead for long."

 The Doctor frowned. "What does that mean?"

 "Right, I forgot that you are newcomers. Don't worry, Doctor, your friend will be fine. He or she will resurrected again at the end of the day." (Name) said.

 The Doctor exchanged a confused but hopeful look with Yaz and Graham and they demanded explanation some more.

 "I don't know much despite being here for long..." (Name) replied with faraway look.

 The Doctor flinched at that but she didn't noticed.

 "We didn't know where we are. We just called this world; prison world. As the name implied, there is no way out. People just keep adding, appearing out of nowhere, but we couldn't determine the way in or out. It is like we are in a some closed time loop or something. Every night the day reset and people who died today will be alive again. Found out about it the hard way actually the first time I came here." (Name) said with a sigh.

 "Wait, so the people that you and Jace killed earlier and Ryan, our friend, they will all come back to life again soon?" Yaz asked for confirmation.

 "Unfortunately." It was Jace who answered Yaz. "The day repeats and the hunting begins all over again. Everyday, we killed or be killed, over and over and over again."

 The Doctor kept her eyes on (Name) who remained silent, crossing her arms, with a look that the Doctor can't quite decipher. "I'm so sorry, (Name), I didn't know." She whispered. Had she known that (Name) survived, her previous incarnation would have never stop searching. Unfortunately, the Doctor had believe in her death, grieved for her and moved on.

 (Name) blinked at her apologies. "I know. Wasn't your fault that I ended up here. Surprise to see you, though. Never thought I would see, well, meet you again." She observed the Doctor. She knew her as a man before. It was, she dare say, a pleasant surprise to see the Doctor regenerated into a woman.

 Yaz stared at the Doctor and (Name). "Do you two know each other?"

 "She was a former companion according to the Doc." Graham replied. "She saved us from one of the crazy lunatics who had me at knife point."

 The Doctor still stared at (Name) with almost a longing look that made Yaz a bit jealous. "I still don't know how you ended up here."

 "That's because I didn't know either. I was fully expected to die that last time I saw you. But, this portal suddenly sucked me in and the next thing I knew, I was here..." (Name) said.

 "That's exactly what happened to us as well." Yaz exclaimed. "Isn't that right, Doctor?"

 "Yeah." The Doctor murmured softly. She took a step toward (Name). "How long have you been here?"

 (Name) shrugged. "Time doesn't exactly work right here so I don't have the slightest clue, feel like it has been forever though. I have been killed so many times here during the early months enough to start to fight back. I grew tired of being prey." She said with a cold look.

 "Wait, the last time you saw the Doc, you were expecting to die?" Graham asked.

 "(Name) sacrificed herself to save 90 people." The Doctor said softly with almost a hint of pride and a bout of sorrow.

 (Name) snorted at that. "I wouldn't recommend doing that." She said at Yaz and Graham. "It was not worth it. Never be a martyr, especially not for strangers. At the times, I thought I would be welcoming death and be at peace and shit, instead, I got this hellhole." 

 The Doctor flinched at that. She was feeling guilty.

 Jace moved to stand beside (Name), putting a hand on her arm as a gesture of comfort.

 The Doctor noticed how (Name)'s eyes softened at the sight of Jace and wondered if... But, she put a stop at that thought.

 "The things we had to do to survive... We have to kill and be killed so many times we lost count. Some of the people out there are very creative in their torture and killing methods. So, we have to learn to adapt, be the predator instead of the prey." Jace replied, staring at (Name) with obvious fondness.

 (Name) turned to regard the Doctor. "Right. I suggest we find your missing friend as soon as possible. I would hate for him to end up with Homer."

 "Homer?" Yaz asked. "Who is he?"

 Jace wrinkled his nose in distaste. "That man is a real psycho."

 Graham snorted. "Thought everyone here are all bonkers."

 Jace snorted. "Well, you are not wrong." He shared a grin with (Name). "But, Homer is a sadistic bastard. He is also a loner with a disarming look that could fool you into believing he is harmless. Unlike the others who left their victim of the day's bodies alone, this shit would keep them and wait them to resurrect to repeat the process again."

 "You said new people keep appearing here and you saved them." The Doctor said to (Name) with a proud tone.

 (Name) shrugged. "Only did it to get more people on our group. Safety in numbers and all that jazz."

 Now, the Doctor's expression looked like someone kicked her puppy.

 "Yup." Jace continued. "Can't let the other groups gets to them."

 (Name) asked for Ryan's description to which Graham showed his picture via his smartphone.

 The Doctor gazed at (Name) with a sad look. She wanted to catch a glimpse of the familiar girl she known before but she is beginning to wonder if the old (Name) has gone completely. She knew that (Name) had to adapt in order to survive in this harsh place and she can't judge her for her actions but to see the warm and kind girl she knew before turned into this cold and calculating woman is a bit too much.

 7777

 The Doctor ordered the fam to stay there while she goes with (Name) to fetch Ryan. They wanted to come too but the Doctor refused to risk their life.

 The Doctor followed (Name) trailing around the woods. She kept making conversation that fell flat because her former companion refused to open up with her.

 "(Name), I promise you, I will get you and the others out of here." The Doctor grabbed her and made that promise to her face. "I will save you."

 "Don't make a promise that you can't keep, Doctor. I knew better. I have travelled with you long enough to know the Doctor can't save everyone. At least, not always." She replied.

 The Doctor knew there is truth in what (Name) said but she is determined to save (Name) at all cost. She will not abandon her again.

 They were ambushed and the Doctor, once again, had to watch how (Name) killed their pursuers in cold blood. She noticed (Name) didn't falter at all and dare she says, it almost look like her former companion enjoyed the killing. The Doctor knew the people that (Name) killed will be resurrected again but the Doctor can't help feeling ill at the level of violence that her precious (Name) can muster.

 7777

 Yaz and Graham hugged Ryan when he returned with the Doctor and (Name) the next day. They were relieved to finally see him, as promised, alive.

 Finally getting her fam back, the Doctor can finally breathe easier and now she can focused more on the world around them. She started to interrogate (Name) and her group. The Doctor noticed the tower over towering the wood and deduced that they have to go there to investigate.

 However, (Name) and the group were very reluctant to go to the tower. In fact, they almost didn't acknowledge the existence of the tower. The Doctor realized there are a huge amount perception filter surrounding the tower which make the prisoners of this world steer clear of it. She reckoned the warden of this elaborate prison resides over there.

 It took some convincing but (Name) finally agreed to go to the tower after the Doctor dared her to. She was pissed at the Doctor for mocking her and took the bait.

 7777

 As (Name) feared, despite making sure to travel in small group and to tread lightly, they ended up got ambushed by various groups.

 The Doctor managed to garner their interest with her promise to get a way out of the prison world. "I am the Doctor. I am a time lord. I am two thousand years old. And I am the man, I mean, woman who will get you all a passage out of here. In fact, I am the only person smart enough to pull this off. All I need is your cooperation to cease fire and help to get to the tower." She said.

 (Name) rolled her eyes in fondness at the Doctor's familiar action. It reminded her when she used to travel with her Tenth incarnation.

 Some didn't believe the Doctor but some found amusement in her and decided to see what happen if they get along. One of them is a woman called Maeve and the Doctor recognized her as the woman who shot Ryan the day before.

 Graham and Ryan were understandingly wary of her especially with the way the woman being dismissive of her former victim.

 Yaz walked toward the Doctor and expressed concern. "Are you sure we should help them, Doctor? They were killers. Rescuing them and unleashing them in the real world after they got taste for murders doesn't seem right..."

 "Don't worry, I will hand them over to UNIT and Torchwood to rehabilitate them." The Doctor reassured her.

 7777

 The tower in question has a layer of protection. It was a good thing the Doctor has armies in her disposal to counter the tower's attack upon intruders.

 The Doctor found a room with complicated machinery which she deduced to be responsible for the time loop upon the world where nobody stays dead.

 There is an old man there, a watcher, he prefer to be called to counter the Doctor claimed that he is the warden. The man has some connection with the machine that causes both time loop and ensure the imprisonment of everyone there.

 "Why are you doing this? Why kept them prisoners?" The Doctor asked.

 "I had orders." The old man replied.

 It was then Jace found a room filled with monitors. It was a live feed of each person inside the prison world, showing the life of the prisoners.

 The Doctor pulled her sonic screwdriver over the live feed and realized it was broadcasted outside the prison world and to her ill feel, as some form of twisted entertainment of the galaxy out there.

 It was Maeve who snapped in fury and she broke the warden's neck.

 "Why did you do that? Dead within the tower is permanent!" The Doctor yelled at her in anger.

 "Good." Maeve said as she glared at the dead body of the warden.

 The machinery started bleeping suddenly and the Doctor rushed toward it to see what is going on. She was able to manipulate the energy from the machine to create a portal to call forth the Tardis. But, the dead of the warden as well as the manipulation of the energy caused the world to become unstable.

 The Doctor realized the warden is the anchor to this world and someone need to take his place or this world will quickly crumble out of existence.

 Maeve immediately threaten them to volunteer to be the anchor already. She took Yaz as hostage and demanded the Doctor to fix it so that she can get out of the cursed place.

 The Doctor tried to placate her. "I will get you lot out but you have to let Yaz go. I will not have you kill one of my friend again." she said with a hint of the oncoming storm in her tone.

 "Better hurry then, Doctor, like you said death within the tower is permanent. You wouldn't want to lose her for good." Maeve said with an evil smirk.

 A loud alarm sounded from within the tower causing Maeve to get momentarily distracted and the Doctor moved quickly to pull Yaz away frm her while (Name) stabbed Maeve, twisting the blade, to cause her more pain before dropping her to the floor.

 The Doctor glanced at Maeve's dead body and then toward (Name)'s blooded appearance with mixed feeling.

 "Go. Do your thing, Doctor." (Name) said flatly.

 The Doctor quickly moved back to deal with the machinery. She still need someone to be the anchor long enough for her to safely evacuate the rest of the people within the prison world and so far no one seemed to be volunteering. She can't stay as the anchor as she need to drive the Tardis later on.

 Shortly after, they all heard the wheezing sound of the blue box.

 (Name) couldn't help but smiled at the sound.

 The tower suddenly shook in tremble. The Doctor recognized that the world is still crumbling all around them.

 (Name) sighed, realizing that she has to take one for the team, despite her not really eager to be a martyr.

 "Not you, (Name), not again." The Doctor suddenly said, surprising her.

 Jace volunteered. "So, I have to the anchor long enough for you to get everyone to safety and then you will come and get me, right?" He asked for confirmation.

 "Yes." The Doctor replied, avoiding eye contact altogether as she busied herself with the machine.

 (Name) refused to let Jace to be the anchor. "No. You are not doing this. I told you not to be a martyr especially not for a bunch of strangers." (Name) grabbed one of his arms, pleading him.

 "But, you are not a stranger, (Name)." Jace replied causing her to be speechless.

 "You are an idiot."

 "But loveable idiot, right?" Jace asked cheekily.

 A shot was heard and Jace laid death on her feet. (Name) is stunned at the sudden turn of event. She numbly stared at Jace's death body and then at the new arrival of idiot people.

 The Doctor tried to diffuse the situation, trying to convince the group to cease fire and let her work out escape for everyone. She promised to give them a second chance if they leave their weapon out of the Tardis. But before she could convince them some more, (Name) went ballistic on most of them, uncaring of the injury she sustained in the process.

 "Why would you do that?" The Doctor is upset with (Name) killing people within the tower.

 "They don't deserve your second chance, Doctor. Not when those who deserve it, won't get it." (Name) said as she gestured on Jace's dead body.

 The Doctor told the fam to go aboard the Tardis. Yaz led some of the group that come earlier with them to come in, providing they agreed to shed all their weapon aside and they did.

 "Hook me out then."

 "What?"

 "You need an anchor, don't you?"

 "No, not you, (Name)."

 "My choice. And it's not like you have any other volunteer."

 The Doctor is silent but recognizing the truth in her words. So, she worked on her without words. After she made (Name) the anchor, she went inside the Tardis but before she closed the door, she gazed at her and said, "I will come back for you. I promise."

 (Name) sighed with a tired smile. "Do your best then, Doctor."

 The Doctor faltered. There is a crack in her mask. And (Name) knew then. The Doctor lies.

 "I guess this is goodbye." (Name) sighed.

 The Doctor looked like she was being slapped.

 "It is alright, Doctor, I wouldn't know what to do with your second chance anyway. I have been a killer for so long I wouldn't know how to be normal again...or how to be the (Name) you used to love."

 The Doctor knew she had to let her former companion to sacrifice herself once again but she is unwilling to let go. But time is running out and she has no choice but to abandon her again once more.

 7777

 After the Tardis disappeared from sight, (Name)'s knees buckled down as she let herself fall to the ground, defeated. She knew the moment the Tardis vanished from the prison world completely. She sat there for what seemed like hours before she made up her mind. The world has stopped crumbling but her heart still feel like it is about to shatter.

 (Name) didn't bother to find out if there are still anyone in this world, if the Doctor get them all to safety. She didn't care. She stood up and set to destroy the machine utterly, continuing the process of destroying this cursed world. She give herself a dead sentence and she welcomed it. She can only hope death will be permanent this time.

 7777

 The Doctor had put everyone to sleep via the sleeping gas inside the Tardis. She recognized the dangers of having this many potential killers on board the Tardis and she will not risk her fam's life. She contacted UNIT and Torchwood to deal with the people she rescued and left.

 She dropped the fam at their home as she said she wanted to be alone. Yaz is reluctant to leave her but the Doctor didn't give her a choice.

 She stood there at the console, alone and sad and tried to come to term with what happened. She shook her head and pulled a lever on the console and moved all around the console pushing some buttons.

 7777

 (Name) laid on the floor inside one of the cozy room within the tower, nursing herself a wine she found in there. She didn't like the taste but beggar can't be picky. She watched from the balcony the crumbling world outside absentmindedly.

 "(Name)..."

 She turned around when she heard that voice. "Doctor...?"

 There, stood in the middle of the room, an astral projection of the Doctor. She was staring at her with sorrow and regret.

 She took a few step forward toward the Doctor. "You are not really here..."

 "No." The Doctor said with clear regret. "I made use of tiny opening within the world you are in to send my astral projection here."

 "Why?"

 "I have to see you."

 She sighed. "Doctor..." She stared at her with fondness. "Why do you made yourself unnecessarily suffer right this?"

 The Doctor glanced at her sadly before replying, "because you are worth it."

 "I am really not." She said. "I am a monster. I saw how you look at me when I killed Maeve and the others.... I am not the old (Name) that was your companion."

 The Doctor didn't reply at that. She noticed the crumbling world outside but didn't comment on it even though she knew what it meant. She turned to look at (Name) with glassy eyes. "I am so sorry that I couldn't save you...again."

 "You are saving me. Before you came here, I didn't even know permanent death is possible. Now, I don't have to be a killer anymore." She said with a watery smile.

 The Doctor reached out toward her wanting to touch her before realizing she couldn't.

 (Name) smiled genuinely for the first time after so long. "My Doctor... Thank you for still be my doctor even for a short a while."

 "You will always be my (Name) no matter what."

 She shook her head. "Some part of me wishes you never laid eyes on this part of me. I would rather you remember me as the (Name) that was kind and innocent, not this Me, this ugly version of me."

 "You are not ugly. Never to me. You will always beautiful in my eyes." The Doctor said.

 Tears started to fell from (Name)'s cheek as she nodded gratefully. Even if it was a lie, she was glad to hear it from her Doctor. She wanted to say she loves her and that she always will but she feel like it would be unfair to her. So, she didn't.

 "You better go now, Doctor." She said as she noticed the tower is starting to fall apart around them. "I would rather you are not here for this part. Allow me some dignity."

 The Doctor gazed at her longingly before she pulled a stone from her pocket. She kept her eyes on (Name) before took a step back and push the button on the stone and with a blip, the projection is gone.

 (Name) smiled before turning to face her end.

 7777

 The Doctor bend in front of the console. Her face is clouded with sorrow as she stared at the monitor. The monitor show the recorded feed of (Name) from the moment she first arrived inside the prison world until their painful goodbye.

 The Doctor, after she left (Name) to her death, tracked down the link to the broadcast to see who set up the prison world. She found the recorded life of the prisoners instead. She took the entire drives before blowing up the station that broadcasted it. She has not found the real culprit yet but she will. And when she did, it is only a matter of time, she will make them pay dearly for taking (Name) in the first place, for taking a companion from the Doctor.

 She paused the record to a face of her former companion. She touched the face within the monitor longingly, letting her sorrow and the righteous fury of the oncoming storm to wash over her again.

       When love was untamed

Two burning hearts are dared to break, remember

Nobody said that it would last forever

-Lewis Capaldi, Forever

    A/N2: Well, this fic kinda inspired by the prison world of Legacies and the tragic love between Sebastian and Lizzie so I decided to make one but with the Doctor and Reader. I'm a sucker for angst, after all. Legacies is one of my favorite witches show and I was thinking about making a DW x Legacies fusion fic in which the reader is a witch. I read plenty of DW fic on tumblr before with the reader being a witch or any other supernatural creatures and I want to write something similar to them. But, the problem is I have to write them first before posting it and it's hard I just wanna cry here.

Anyway, please leave like/comment/reblog if you like this fic, maybe? Thank you for reading till the end.

And thank you for everyone who read all my fanfiction and has leave like/comment/reblog before. You are all my sunshine.

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[donttouchmyherobabies]

Take it off!

So, let me say this, this is from an RP my bestie and I was doing. I wrote this on Google Docs and figured, why not post it! It’s not my best work and honestly, it’s my first time writing something for the My Hero Academia fandom. I’m fairly new to the fandom and this just popped into my head last night. I want to apologize for Shigaraki being OOC at all. The RP is not reader insert, she’s my own OC. Long story short, her name is Kohana Mori. She’s a villain in this one. She has white hair and blue eyes, pale skin, and is fairly thin. The RP for this one hasn’t gone very far so not sure about much with her. Either way, please enjoy some deliciously pointless Tomura Shigaraki smut. Because he is one of my babies and needs more love. Side note: Her name translates to Little Flower Forest.

This is rated M. Features smut, cussing, and possible triggers. 18+ readers would be best but honestly, I can’t exactly stop you. You have been warned. Also, possible dub-con because let’s be honest, the teasing and threats get bad.

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“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Shigaraki sounded furious as Hana came walking in the door of the bar fresh from a workout.

“Walking through the bar. Why?”

“Why are you wearing that?” He motioned to her body. At this moment the entire League was looking at the two of them. Mind you there were only Toga, Dabi, Kurogiri, herself, and Tomura in there currently so not many but still.

“Wearing what, Shigaraki?” she asked unsure of what his problem was. The last few weeks he had been a particularly extra mean asshole to her. Also to Dabi, but mainly her.

“That!” he motioned towards the All Might themed sports bra she was currently wearing complete with matching capris.

“I received it as a gift from my best friend. And I happen to like it.”

“This is the League of Villains. We are literally trying to kill the Hero you happen to be wearing.” His hands itched at his neck.

“I’m aware but the set is cute!” she protested. “And it was a present. I’m not gonna ignore a nice gift from a friend.”

“I don’t give a single shit. Take it off and dispose of it!”

“You want me to what?” Why the hell did he feel the need to be this big of an asshole?

“Take it off!” His impatience was just increasing. How dare she walk into his bar wearing that trash? It didn’t help she was sweating and her hair was pulled up.

“Excuse me? Once more?” An idea formed in her mind.

“TAKE IT OFF BEFORE I WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR FUCKING NECK!” She knew he meant it too. He was shaking in anger, Kurogiri keeping him held back.

“Take it off?” she gave him an incredulous look before sighing. “Okay then. You asked for it. You win. I’ll take it off.” She got a big ass shit eating grin on her face. She looked around to every single one of the villains sitting in the bar and grabbed the edges of the capris. She yanked them down and stepped out revealing her black lace thong. There were a couple gasps and Shigaraki looked completely stunned. No one moved. She reached under the edges of the sports bra and yanked that over her head. She smirked at everyone in the bar. Her eyes went from Shigaraki to Toga and finally landed on Dabi who was ready to spit his drink. She bent over and picked up her fallen clothes. “There. They’re off.” She stood there completely bare except for the panties. And her socks.

Shigaraki wanted to yell but he was way too distracted. She threw the clothes over her shoulder and walked her petite little ass to the back where she could change and shower.

Thank goodness her dad hadn’t been there to see this.

Shigaraki was silent and didn’t move for a solid fifteen seconds before he shoved Kurogiri aside and stomped after Hana. Everyone else stayed in the bar trying to process what just happened. She was almost to the full bathroom with her bag of clothes, still naked, when Shigaraki stepped in-between her and the bathroom.

“Did you need something Shigaraki?” She thrust her chest forward a little.

“What the fuck was that?” he was just barely keeping his eyes from scanning over her body. No one had ever shocked him like that, except maybe Izuku Midoriya, and certainly never stripped naked in his bar.

“You yelled at me to take off my workout clothes. So I did. I only did what you wanted.” she said with an innocent tone to her voice that he knew was fake as she stood on her tiptoes to bat her eyes at him. He looked furious. The itching at his neck increased as she noticed him looking down.

“You stripped naked in front of the whole bar you little slut.”

“Yet, you’re the only one who seemed to have a problem with it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I just worked out, I’m sweaty, and I need a shower.” She reached up and let her long white hair fall from its messy bun and down her back. “So, unless you’re gonna join me, get out of my way, please.” He continued to block her. In retaliation, she stripped off her last remaining clothing items. Her socks went first tossing them over her shoulder. Then, she locked eyes with him as she shucked her panties down and kicked them off her ankles never once breaking eye contact.

He finally moved aside and let her pass him. He broke eye contact first as she walked past him and he stared at her ass. She knew exactly what she was doing as she bent over to turn on the water, leaving her clothes on the sink.

“Aren’t you gonna close the door?” she said looking back to him. He shut the door alright. When she turned around again he had shut the door and she heard the lock click. However, he was now not wearing a shirt. The hand he called ‘Father’ was sitting on top of his shirt on the counter. She never realized how skinny he actually was. His arms looked nice though even with the previous scars and bullet holes. “Oh.”

“You said to join you,” he said and tugged at the drawstring of his pants. She turned around, her face heating up, and adjusted the water to boiling hot like she liked. She figured he wouldn’t be able to handle the heat. She pushed the curtain back completely and stepped in. “So, I’m gonna join you.”

“Fine. I hope you like showers so hot they could melt skin.” she was testing him now. There was no way he would actually do this. She looked back at him with a sarcastic toss of her long hair. This was a game of chicken and she was gonna win.

“Last I checked I’m the only thing in the League that can destroy skin so thoroughly.” She felt his presence close to her back but she didn’t turn around. She switched the water to shower and let it come down around them. If his clothes got wet then so what? If there was one thing she could say for this shitty bar in this shitty area, it had an amazing shower, thankfully kept clean by Kurogiri she assumed, and the water pressure was fantastic. She turned around looking him in the eye. She wasn’t gonna look down. She couldn’t bring herself to. She often forgot he was several inches taller than her. She was short as it was. He made her feel so small but her actions today had made her feel taller than him even if she did have to expose herself to half the League to do it.

“Have you met Dabi? Such big talk,” she said stepping completely into the stream. The steam from the showered filled the bathroom and she stared him in the eye daring him to try something. She decided to tease him a little. She turned around facing the shower and felt the steamy, hot water run through her sweaty scalp. She let out a moan as the water ran down her back and through her scalp. What could she say, it felt good. She raised her arms and let the water cover all of her skin washing the sweat and grime she felt. She let out a couple more soft moans. She turned and his crimson eyes were burning a hole in the back of her head. The steam had raised a flush to his skin. Yeah, it was the steam. She stepped aside to let him pass. “Aren’t you gonna get wet?”

He didn’t answer. He stepped past her to step in the water stream. She smirked as she went for the lavender scented shampoo she had brought with her. She poured some into her hand and grinned her shit eating grin. Okay then. She reached up and put her shampoo in his hair. He flinched and turned around with a fast twist.

“What exactly are you doing?” He looked annoyed but she simply stood on her tiptoes and continued.

“Just thought you could use a little help. Hope you like lavender. Now, come here.” she said cheerfully. He looked even more annoyed but reluctantly leaned down to let her finish. She got a thorough lather worked into his hair and she felt the tips of his fingers run over her arm. She let him. He kept his pinky off her so she wouldn’t decay in the shower. She didn’t let him know how nice it felt to be touched. It had been a while since she’d had someone touch her. “Rinse.” she turned away to pick the bottle back up and pour more into her hand. She lathered it into her own hair until she was covered in soap. She turned around with her eyes closed. She felt a hand on her wrist and he gently pulled her into the stream of water. She reached up to scrub her scalp until she was sure the soap was gone. When she opened them she was staring straight into Shigaraki’s red eyes inches from her.

Her breathing hitched and his fingers ran over her arm again. She looked down and watched them. His touch actually felt nice. Even with it being so lethal. She looked back up to him with a smile. She reached one hand up and ran her thumb over the scar on his lips. He closed his eyes as she ran her fingers across his cheek, his eyelids, and into his hair. He seemed to relax into her touch. She smiled as she pressed against him. She felt something against her leg and knew what it was. She left a kiss on his cheek.

“To-mu-ra~” she pressed tighter against him crushing him against the wall and her body. She left little kisses on his cheeks not once touching his lips. “What’s wrong? Haven’t you ever been touched before?” Her hands slipped around his neck gently sliding over the scarred skin of his own doing. She actually looked sad for a moment. She knew what it was like to be anxious and only have toxic outlets. She also knew just how touch starved this man was. His quirk wouldn’t really allow for safe touch. Good thing she didn’t fear death. She stood as tall as she could and left kisses on the skin of his neck. She tilted his chin upwards so she could reach easier. She felt him press closer to the wall as though he was afraid of her touch. “It’s okay. I promise I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“You’re being nice,” he stated. “After what you pulled in the bar. After I yelled.”

“I can be mean if you want. Maybe I should punish you for yelling at me.” She pressed tighter and bit gently into his neck. He gasped and felt like he couldn’t breathe but she heard him groan over the sounds of the water running. She held his neck pulling him closer to her level. She bit down a little harder making sure to leave a mark. “Maybe I should make you apologize for yelling at me and making me do that in front of everyone.”

“You have a better chance of killing All Might by yourself.” He was pushing her. She was gonna push back.

“Fine then.” she pulled away from him and stepped back into the stream of water. She bent over and reached for her body wash, also lavender scented, and poured some on an exfoliating cloth she brought with her. She ran it over her skin not once meeting his angry eyes. She went as far as to crank the water up a little hotter. He stepped out of the stream and she felt him watching her. She scrubbed her skin, making sure to do extra bending and twirling her hair. She smiled an evil little smile and turned around. “Will you get my back? I’ll do yours after if you like.” she held out the cloth to him fully expecting him to ignore her or even get out. He surprised her by pulling her close to him and taking the cloth from her hands. She turned around and stepped back towards him. She reached up and moved her wet hair so her bare back was fully exposed to him.

She felt the cloth run over her shoulders. She didn’t think he would really do it. Yet, here she was taking a shower with Tomura Shigaraki and he was currently running an exfoliating cloth down her shoulders, her spine, and down as close to her ass as he could get without actually touching it. She was about to step back under the water until she felt his lips against her neck avoiding the soap on her back. One of his arms circled her waist, his hand balled in a fist so he wouldn’t accidentally touch her. He pulled her flush against him not letting her move. Two could play this game.

Hana pressed further until he was back to being sandwiched against her and the wall. She felt his erection pressing against her ass and she slowly, torturously, moved her hips against him. She heard him gasp, felt his breathing hitch, and his other arm wrapped across her chest. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and he left new kisses and bites on her neck. She continued to move against him slowly not giving him near enough friction to finish but just enough to torture him.

“If you keep teasing me you’ll regret it.” he threatened. She could hear the tone of his voice. She pushed. One of her hands slipped between them and she palmed his erection. Holy crap, this dude was not small. She wasn’t expecting that. She had heard Dabi making jokes about him having a small dick. She could say with certainty he was definitely wrong. For the first time since pissing him off, she was genuinely afraid he would hurt her, just not with his lethal quirk. “Kohana… Don’t make me…”

“Make you what? Apologize to me?” she let out a gasp as he bit harder into her neck. She palmed him a little harder and ran her hand down his length. Her fingers brushing over the head. She ran her thumb over his slit playing with the pre-cum that leaked from him. “What would you really do to me, huh, Tomura?” She didn’t let on to how good this all felt. She had been feeling the wetness building between her legs and the heat pooling in her lower stomach. It all felt so good. He bit her harder damn near drawing blood.

“Keep pushing me and I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Since you won’t apologize to me, what will you do?” She looked back at him with her big blue eyes staring into his crimson red eyes. The steam in the room was nearly unbearable and thick. One hand stayed on his length giving languid strokes and the other hand was digging nails into one of his arms. He dropped his arms letting her free. She stepped into the water to rinse her back and turned to see him mere inches from her face. She grinned up at him and batted her eyes. “To-mu-ra~” she moved closer to him. “What will you do to me?”

He closed the gap between them and kissed her hard. If she had to guess due to the sloppy way he kissed her that this was his first kiss. It had to be. He wasn’t the type to have a high school sweetheart that gave him his first go. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He kept one finger on each hand off her as he gripped her waist hard enough to bruise and slammed her against the heated tile. One hand kept her pinned while the other slid down her bare chest running smoothly over her nipple and over her breast. She shivered against him and moaned into his mouth. Her lips parted for air and he slipped his tongue past her lips. His knee slid in between her legs and pressed so close to her she was able to grind down on his knee as she was desperate for friction at this point. She moaned loudly as he attached himself to her neck again. Her fingers slid over his shoulders and down his back.

“Tomura...please…” she moaned again feeling him push harder against her. She hated the fact she was reduced to begging. It all felt too good. They both smelled like lavender, the steam kept their faces flushed, his blue hair and her white hair were soaked and stuck to them. “Tell me what you want to do to me. Please?”

“I want to break you. I want to bend you over this shower and fuck you until you’re crying and begging for me to let you come. You were bad today. Taking your clothes off in front of the League. What am I gonna do with you? Should I even fuck you or should I get out now and leave you by yourself?” the words came out as she reached down to stroke him again. She grinned. “Wipe that look off your face!”

“Or what?” she asked looking into his eyes and running a hand in his pretty blue hair. She damn near shrieked as one of his fingers suddenly entered her. “Fuck!” she cussed and he took the advantage to shove his mouth on hers again and fought with her own for dominance. She let him win. He kept his index finger inside her, his thumb on her clit teasing her, and the other three fingers to his palm so he didn’t hurt her. He pumped into her slowly. He watched her eyes rolling in her head and she moaned loudly against him. He added a second finger and felt her natural juices flowing down his hand.

“Are you really so wet for me? Does the idea of me nearly killing you really turn you on?” he asked feeling her stroke him harder with little twists and jerks of her wrist. She kissed him on the lips and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Would you really hurt me? I think you like me too much.” she grinned and her face fell as he hit a specific spot inside her that had her clenching around his fingers. He swiftly removed his hand and forced her legs open more. He leaned down and slipped an arm under one of her knees. He lifted her leg exposing her most intimate areas to him completely. He lined himself up with her entrance.

“Beg for me.” he rubbed the tip of his cock against her slit but never going in. She actually looked down and paled a little. This was gonna hurt. The combination of his size and her not having been with anyone in the past year made her want to rethink this but at this point, she was sure neither of them actually could.

“Please Tomura, fuck me. I want you.” she gripped his face in her hands and pulled him into another kiss. She exclaimed into the kiss as he sheathed himself inside her in one swift motion. “Fucking hell… Ow… Fuck… It hurts…” he didn't move, allowing her to adjust to the size of him. “Shit!” she cussed. He slipped out slightly and slipped back in until he bottomed out. Her eyes scrunched up from the pain. She looked into his eyes. He seemed genuinely worried. His hand that wasn't holding her leg reached up and his thumb wiped away the tear that had fallen down her cheek.

“I told you I would break you for being such a bad girl today.” He pulled out and slammed himself back in making her cry out. The mix of pain and pleasure sent his name tumbling from her mouth. After a few more thrusts there was no more pain. He paused for a second to lift her other leg. Her legs were wrapped around his hips and she was stuck to the wall. He pistoned himself into her as his mouth wandered down her neck, chest, and breasts. He left kisses, bites, and dark hickeys on every bit of skin he could reach. He fisted her hair in his hand when she tried to move her neck away. It was a miracle her hair didn’t decay. She was a dripping, needy, fucked up mess against him and he kept going until he could feel himself coming close. He felt her clenching around him with each thrust and knew she wouldn’t last long either. “You take my cock so well. Aren’t you a good girl for me? Can you cum for me? You will come for me. Cum on my cock like a good girl.” he thrust into her harder and one of his hands drifted down to play with her clit. Her screams only got louder as he continued to fuck her into the wall and stroke her clit roughly.

“Oh, Tomura! You feel so good. Please don’t stop, I’m so close! I promise I’ll come for you. I’m so…” she trailed off and screamed as she tumbled over the edge. She may have screamed a little too loudly because a sudden crashed nearly ruined the mood. He ignored it and kept going as his own end approached. A few thrusts later and he bottomed out cumming deep inside her with a growl and a shout of her name. They stayed in place, him still inside her as he finished releasing within her, her legs locked around him, and looked each other in the eyes. Red met blue. She gently stroked his cheek and he kissed her gently. Both of them stared with heaving chests trying to take deep breaths. The steam made it hard.

“Let’s get out,” he spoke finally. She undid her legs from his hips and he turned the water off. She nearly fell and he kept her held up. Her legs felt like Jell-O and it hurt to walk. He felt somewhat bad for being so rough with her but it also made him a little smug. He stepped out and looked down to see what had happened. Her quirk had destroyed the bathroom mirror when she screamed. Most of it landed in the sink. There were a few shards on the floor. He didn’t care. He reached for the towels that were hanging avoiding the glass. He passed one to her and she got out of the tub on sore, shaky legs. He wrapped a towel around his waist. Once she was covered he grabbed her and scooped her into his arms. His room was down the hall. He left their clothes sitting on the sink vowing to come back for them. She looked up at him with tired eyes. She hadn’t expected this from him. This was very new. He was also much stronger than he looked since he seemed to have no trouble lifting and carrying her.

He opened the door to his room and set her gently on his bed. She dried off as he threw her an old T-shirt of his and he dressed in sweats and no shirt. He didn’t give her any pants to wear so she figured she wasn’t getting any underwear either. She wasn’t bothered. After what had just transpired she was glad to have some coverage. The shirt hung off one shoulder and barely covered her ass.

He left the room for a few minutes to retrieve their clothes from the bathroom and inform Kurogiri that the mirror had been broken. Toga and Dabi were long gone. Kurogiri wished Shigaraki a good night as it was now late. Kurogiri did not ask what had happened to the mirror or where Hana was. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out based on what they’d heard in the bathroom. Toga and Dabi had left the second they heard them talking in the hallway. He had a feeling they would give him shit for it later.

He went back into his room to see her lying on his bed, his shirt barely covered her ass, and the lack of underwear was a nice sight to see. She had already claimed a pillow. She was laying there waiting for him. She watched him move around the room with tired eyes. He wasn’t going to admit this but it felt so weirdly pleasant knowing there was an extremely attractive girl, with no underwear on, wearing one of his shirts, waiting for him to join her in his bed. That was definitely an ego boost. He smiled at the thought of the possessive way he had her in his bed and how she was sitting there waiting for him. Why did this feel so good? He pulled on a pair of thick gloves so he wouldn’t accidentally kill her during the night.

He slipped into bed next to her and she immediately cuddled up into his side. He froze as she snuggled into his side and made herself comfortable, even throwing a leg over his leg. She threw an arm across his chest and settled her fingers on his neck. She smelled so damn good. She rubbed the skin of his neck in a soothing way and he wasn’t going to lie and say it didn’t feel good.

“Good night, Tomura.” she left a kiss on his cheek. He didn’t stop her and just looked at her for a moment. She had a smile on her face. He felt his heart beat harder in his chest.

“Good night, flower girl.” he forcefully kissed her lips and nuzzled his face in her lavender scented hair. She let him. He wrapped his arms around her as she drifted off first. He looked down at her knowing full well he was definitely gonna have a repeat of this tomorrow. Then, with a heavy sigh, sure that she was asleep, he muttered. “Sorry.” He couldn’t see her smirk in the dark.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x oc #mha #my hero academia #bnha tomura #mha tomura #oc #smut #tw: cussing #tw: sex #tw: dubcon #tw: dubious consent #tomura shigaraki #I seriously love my hero #please forgive my shitty writing #I hope this is doing the character justice #baby writes #baby writes my hero

[cheloucas]

safety (1.9k, missing scene - post ‘C’est personne’)

Description: Eliott spends the evening thinking.

[disclaimer. We’ve not seen loads of Eliott yet, and certainly not an Eliott during one of his low points. So this may end up, in retrospect, as completely OOC. With regards to Lucille, she has not said a word yet, so her characterisation is purely speculative. Hope y’all enjoy, and it’s not proofread at all, so apologies in advance! And I love feedback, don't be scared to leave it!].

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He was so convinced that this would be a good day.

There are three marks on Eliott’s ceiling. One looks like a chip in the paint. One is a long line, maybe a crack, shooting outwards from the light fixture in the center. The other is a smudge that kind of looks like a duck on water. Or it did earlier, when it was brighter. It’s dark in here now. He didn’t bother turning the lights on when he came in.

It’s been hours, then, that he’s spent staring numbly at the ceiling. Good to know.

On the bed next to him, his phone jingles, the screen lighting up. It’s been doing that all afternoon, but he doesn’t look. Not even at the message previews.

His eyes feel raw and puffy. He hates himself for crying, but there’s no point fighting it, not when there’s nobody here to see anyway. The awful hollow feeling has been festering inside him since the end of school. If he indulges it, lets it wash over him, maybe it will pass. Even on the bus home there had been tears threatening, but he’d held them off, clenched his jaw and put his headphones in.

Lucas won’t leave his head. And neither will the overwhelming sense that he’s been a fucking idiot. You see, Eliott had entered that courtyard with a plan fully formed. It had taken days to work out what he was going to say, and another one to work up the courage to actually say it. It was supposed to happen like this –

“Salut!”

Lucas would turn, face breaking into a lovely smile. “Salut.”

Eliott would hold out the scarf. “You forgot this, the other day.”

“Oh, thanks!” Lucas would say gratefully, taking the scarf and wrapping around his neck. “I was wondering where it was.” Then he would turn to his friends, if they’re there. Probably. They do seem to move in a pack. “Guys, this is Eliott, he’s new. We hung out last Friday and he gave me all those beers for the party.”

“Cool, man,” one of them might say. Maybe the good-looking black guy, open-faced and friendly. “Looks like we all owe you a drink, then.”

Eliott would smile back at them, but especially at Lucas. “It’s no big deal. In fact, what are you guys doing tomorrow? I have so many more beers at home, I can’t drink them all myself.”

They would exchange numbers and make plans to hang out, drink and smoke, maybe, and after he’s said goodbye and disappeared down the hallway, Eliott would whip out his phone and text Lucas. The first text of what was bound to be many. Maybe you could play the piano for me again?

– only, that’s not what happened. Not even close. The plan goes to hell straight away, because Lucas is making out with Chloe in the middle of the courtyard. Eliott does a slight double-take at that. Isn’t she the same girl that Lucas had called clingy and annoying several times last Friday? He doesn’t look too annoyed by her now.

So Lucas isn’t single. That’s fine. It doesn’t change anything. Eliott’s not single either, after all. They can still be friends. He could be friends with all of those boys. They must be nice people, if a sweet guy like Lucas wants to spend time with them.

Eliott hangs back until Chloe has gone before approaching. That’s when everything else goes wrong. Instead of looking pleased to see him, Lucas is like a rabbit in headlights.

And it’s not even his scarf, apparently.

“You found it in the common room?” he says, looking at Eliott with unfamiliar, empty eyes. His voice sounds tense and unnatural. “Merci, mec, c’est cool.”

Eliott falters, feeling stung and slightly wrong-footed. Lucas knows his name. Lucas knows his address, his music taste, and his spirit animal. There’s something else going on in this exchange, something he doesn’t understand. Why is he acting like they didn’t know each other? They hung out for hours last week. Smoked, drank, listened to music, talked and talked and talked. Lucas had admired his drawings. Lucas had played piano for him. There had been a tension underlying the whole evening, thrumming with the potential for something, even if it wasn’t anything yet. It was magical. He probably would have felt high even without the weed.

(Lucille hadn’t been thrilled about that particular detail. It had taken less than two minutes, from the time he greeted her with a kiss outside the building, for her to ask what he had taken and how much. He admitted to the smoking. But he couldn’t tell her that he was grinning from ear to ear because of a beautiful boy.)

The boy in question is still looking at him with wide, meaningful eyes. Eliott searches his face. Is Lucas… embarrassed? That Eliott is talking to him in front of his friends? Well, then.

He smiles at them, just like he planned to, but it feels empty. “De rien, mec. Salut.” And he walks out of there as quick as he can, paranoia already bubbling up.

It’s so tiring, having to constantly second-guess himself, interrogate his own thought processes.

No. They had definitely connected, last Friday. That had been real.

A scraping noise brings him back to himself. Keys jangling, turning in a lock, and then someone calling his name.

“Eli?” The voice is sharp, panicked. It penetrates the fog around his brain a little, but he can’t bring himself to get up.

“In here,” he mumbles.

A flick of the light switch, and Lucille appears in the doorframe, face creased with anger and worry. But it falls away as she catches sight of him, splayed out on the bed with red-rimmed eyes, bringing up on arm to shield his face from the sudden brightness.

“You stopped answering my messages,” she says, hesitantly. “It’s been hours. I thought something might have happened.”

Eliott squeezes his eyes shut tight for a second, and then stares up at the ceiling again. It takes him moment, but he forces it out. “I’m okay.”

Lucille steps closer to the bed, kicking off her shoes. “You can’t keep doing this, Eliott. I hate turning up here and not knowing what I’m going to find. Or showing up and realizing you’ve gone halfway across Paris in the middle of the night and left your phone behind.”

He exhales slowly. “Well, I’m clearly not halfway across Paris. So you can stop worrying now.”

Like she would ever stop worrying about him.

It’s quiet for a moment. The bed sinks slightly as Lucille perches on the edge of it, like a hospital patient and visitor. Then, “Do you think this is the start of-“

“No,” he says, cutting her off. “Just… a bad day, I think.” He drags himself upright, feeling heavy and sluggish, and ends up half sitting, half slumped back against the headboard. Lucille clambers down next to him, gathering him up in a tight hug. He leans into her, and they sit in silence for a while, Lucille gently weaving her fingers through his hair.

“I’m sorry,” she says softly.

Eliott wipes at his face with the back of his hand. “It’s not your fault.”

“Did something happen?”

He shrugs, as much as he can whilst being held like this. Telling her the real reason he’s been in tears all afternoon is out of the question. “More school stuff,” he lies, hoping she’ll fill in her own blanks. “You know. I hate feeling like I’m back at square one again.”

Lucille strokes his face gently. “Tell me about it.”

“I guess… I thought maybe I had made a friend?” That’s one way of putting it. “But I think I misjudged it.”

She squeezes him tighter. “Why wouldn’t people want to be friends with you?”

“I don’t know,” says Elliot. His voice catches in his throat, and he feels so pathetic. “I’m a complete alien there. People are always staring at me.”

Lucille traces one finger down the bridge of his nose. “Of course people stare at you, Eli. You’re beautiful.”

He doesn’t know if that’s true or not. He certainly doesn’t feel beautiful now, with his puffy red face, tear-streaked cheeks and a nose that won’t stop running. “It’s just like the other school,” he says, and it’s true. “The staring. I feel like everyone knows, sometimes, and they’re all expecting me to snap and do something ‘crazy’ again.”

His phone dings again. The lock screen is a mess of notifications.

“So it’s not just me you’re ignoring, then?” says Lucille, and it’s half playful. She picks up the phone, thumb tracing over the screen.

“You can look,” says Eliott. She knows his code. For ‘emergencies’. He knows hers too, because she insisted they should be on equal footing. He does love that about her. She really wants them to work out, to be together forever. She sticks with him through everything. Forgives easily, when anyone else would have cut ties and washed their hands of him.

Lucille unlocks his phone and begins scrolling through. Eliott shifts on the bed, sliding further down so his head rests on her lap.

“Your mum wants you to call,” she says, lightly. “But I’ll text her instead, if you want.”

“Thanks, Lu,” he says. He means it.

“There’s a lot of stuff about a party tomorrow night at the school.”

Eliott doesn’t know what to say to that, so he doesn’t say anything.

“Don’t you think you should go?”

He sniffs. “I’m not sure. I don’t even know if I want to go to school tomorrow.”

She pauses, and it’s the kind of silence he knows well. Like she’s walking on eggshells around him, carefully considering her next words. “If you want to make new friends, you should go to this party.”

“It won’t help,” he says dully. “Standing by myself in a corner all evening. Especially if I can’t drink.”

“Well, I’ll go with you,” she says. “And then you won’t be alone, even if everyone at that school is an asshole who ignores you all night. You’ll have me.”

Elliot’s eyes start to well up again. He blinks rapidly, willing the tears away. “Thank you.”  He sits up and kisses her, once, briefly. “Didn’t you have plans with your friends, though?”

Lucille smiles at him. She really is beautiful. “It’s nothing important.” She kisses him back, familiar and safe, and reaches out, sweeping his hair away from his forehead. “Have you eaten anything?”

“No.” He hadn’t even noticed.

“I’ll cook something. Or we could get those waffle things delivered.”

The tears do spill over this time. He’s so fucking stupid, thinking that he should leave this relationship behind. Taking for granted someone who knows him this well, loves him this much, after so many years. What would she do if he told her the truth - that this time the night before, he was genuinely considering leaving her for a boy who today acted like they’d never met?

Better to put that fantasy away for now. He’ll take the familiar, the safe. If dreaming leaves him feeling like this, he’d rather not risk it.

#skam france #skam france fic #eliott demaury #sorry again if it's a baaaad one

[merrylittlehogwartsrp]

Happy Holidays, Elva! We are thrilled to “invite” Neville Longbottom (fc Justice Smith) back to Hogsmeade for a little forced Winter Cheer. We loved the short evocative notes in your app that clearly put to mind 7th year as well as where Neville is today.

Please pack your bags and send in your tumblr. Additional information can be found here!

OOC DETAILS:

NICKNAME: Elva

AGE (must be 18+): twenties

PRONOUNS: she/her, they/them

ACTIVITY ESTIMATE: I check the dash daily, and try to post at least once daily, though sometimes replies take me a little longer to write. 

CHARACTER DETAILS:

FULL NAME & NICKNAMES: Neville Longbottom

BIRTHDATE: July 30th, 1980

BLOOD-STATUS: Pureblood

* GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender male

* GENDER PRESENTATION/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

* SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pan-Demi Sexual

CHARACTER SITUATION:

OCCUPATION: 

Auror. After the battle of Hogwarts, there was little life could throw at Neville that he wasn’t ready for. After early graduation from Hogwarts, Neville went straight into work as an Auror. He’d already fought the battle that ended the war; he passed his training with flying colours, better than any exam he sat at Hogwarts. Neville is proud to have brought many a Death Eater to justice, but the job is wearing on him. If he’s honest, it was wearing from the start, only he was more used to it then. It was war and so what if he was tired if he was still alive and kicking? But the war ended three years ago. Why is it they’re still fighting? Neville needs a change of pace. He needs what his parents never got the chance to have, a life beyond being an Auror. He needs quiet, time to be in his garden, and he doubts the Department of Mysteries can offer that, but even if there’s just a small chance it’s better he has to try, right?

HOUSING: 

Neville rents a small two-bedroom cottage in the middle of nowhere, outside Norwich. It’s easy enough to get to if you possess magic, meaning despite having no neighbours it’s not remote by a long shot, but the space is a necessity for Neville, who dreams of having a large garden. The garden is there, but Neville wouldn’t deign to call it one yet on account of the weeds that have wreaked havoc on it. He simply hasn’t had enough time to work on it, between his job and catching up with the DA. Each time Neville steps outside his door he’s confronted with his shame; for neglecting his plants, for taking so long to figure out this life he’s built isn’t for him anymore, shame for avoiding his own unhappiness, all so he doesn’t have to admit to Gran and the rest of the world that he can’t go on being the grandson or the wizard they all want him to be. 

SOCIAL STANDING: 

Being a pureblood on the right side of the war, not to mention a celebrity, Neville’s social standing is pretty good. Of course, Neville is oblivious. He doesn’t put much store in such matters. It’s all nonsense; doesn’t actually say the first thing about you. But if he looked at the facts, son of an Auror who became an Auror himself, he would guess he was relatively successful, and he knows people treat him differently now (Gran does, that’s for sure). But enough of the boy who was “practically a squib” remains that he doesn’t recognise his worth in the eyes of others. And he doesn’t let himself think about it either, lest he slip back into old habits. He values himself, finally, and for the most part that’s enough. 

CHARACTER CONFIGURATION:

TALENTS/WEAKNESSES 

+ Herbology, Duelling, Negotiation and Leadership. 

- Potions, Flying, Lying

STRENGTHS/FLAWS 

+ Courageous, Resolute, Kind

- Still clumsy (yes, he did just spill this tray of four mugs of tea over the entire sofa), Insecure (Neville isn’t only trying to live up to his parents’ accomplishments, but who he has been these past four years. All his old insecurities are still there, he’s just stopped listening to them so much.) 

CHARACTER HISTORY: 

FAMILY BACKGROUND: 

Neville’s magic made itself known only when Neville was tumbling out of a window, dropped by his great uncle Algie who forgot about him at the mere sight of a meringue. It’s a defining moment for Neville. Not only does it say alot about his magic and how it works (stubbornly–his magic voiced the defiance that Neville was too shy, too insecure to put into words), but it also says a lot about his family. They didn’t hang about waiting for his magic to show. They forced it and him. Neville wonders if it’s always been this way–if this is the method that worked on his dad–or if it’s because his dad is no longer around for a casual chat that his family treats Neville this way, if grief has settled into their bones, reshaping their personalities into something slightly more gruff and heavy-handed. All Neville’s life his parents have lived in St Mungo’s, but he feels their absence keenly every time he’s around Gran or his great aunt and uncle. Even more so now that he’s an Auror. It’s like they’re all trying to pick up where his dad left off. But how long can you be an Auror before you start to lose pieces of yourself? And how many pieces can you lose before you’re not yourself anymore?

LIFE DURING THE WAR:

If you need someone who isn’t there, sometimes you have to step up and fill that role yourself. This is how Neville came to be one of the leading figures of the DA in Harry’s absence, along with Luna and Ginny. They all needed someone to follow, someone to tell them this fight needed to happen; that even in defeat, they could still make an impact and keep the fight alive. Neville will tell you that if it hadn’t been him, it would have been someone else. And he’s not wrong. But he’s glad for all the hits he took on behalf of others, especially the younger students; that he became the human punching bag for the Carrows, absorbing whatever blow and hex they threw at him. It hurt, alot, but there was a silver lining to that cloud–the DA finally got to practise their healing spells.

Neville has never been one to stay on the ground when he’s down, though it used to take him longer to find his feet. During the war, Neville bounced right back up. He survived, despite mouthing off Carrow and Voldemort at every turn, speaking up when they spouted their bigotry, and defending other students against their cruelty. And he has a whole host of scars to show for it. Some wounds healed magically, and some took time, either because the spells were too difficult for the DA, the cut too deep, or Neville refused the help because there was another student in greater need. (There was always another student in greater need.) They’re on his face and torso mostly, dozens of little nicks on his skin and a few thicker scars from deep gashes, including one on his right cheek, one of the final cuts he received. Some days he wears them with pride. Others, he hates them, seeing nothing but the marks the Carrows left on him, on his skin and his mind. Neville response to pain is undeniably shaped by his experience during his seventh year. It makes him feverish, almost excitable. Neville has found what he’s good at. He doesn’t fear getting knocked down anymore, but maybe he should.

LAST THREE YEARS:

Neville threw himself into his work, and when he wasn’t on the clock, he was as good as working, checking in with his friends, scraping together the remnants of the DA and shaping them into something resembling people. Sometimes this meant having a drink down the Leaky Cauldron, and others it meant making sure they had food in the fridge or that their laundry hadn’t piled up. Either way, Neville kept on filling the role of DA leader that he’d gotten so comfortable in during his seventh year. That way he didn’t have to inspect his own damage. But if anyone wants a glimpse into Neville’s state of mind, all they have to do is look at his garden. The wildflowers hide it well, but anyone with a passing knowledge of plants would know instantly that Neville is not okay.

HOLIDAY DETAILS:

Neville’s one family tradition which he absolutely upholds is visiting his mum and dad at the hospital every day of the week before Christmas. He decorates their hospital room with paper chains and tinsel, and brings Christmas cookies and sweets. On the bad days, he only stays for a quick hello and goodbye, but on the good days, he spends hours with them, telling them about the good things, like the plants he’s planning on putting in the garden, or various anecdotes about Seamus or the lovely thing Luna said during their last meet-up. Neville doesn’t ascribe to any religious beliefs. He observes Christmas because it’s time he spends with his family. It gives him a reason to be at the hospital more often, doing something for his mum and dad. Neville loathes that he’s involved in the celebration. He would have nothing to do with it if it wasn’t compulsory (a fact which is setting off alarm bells in Neville’s head), except Gran is ecstatic. She wants to parade her grandson in front of everyone, talk about what a hero he is. Neville can’t wait…

OOC SUPPLEMENT:

SHIPS: Neville/Chemistry. 

CHANGES: Nope! All the bios are wonderful. I love them. 

FACECLAIM: Justice Smith, Henrik Holm.

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