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i-drop-level-one-loot · 4 months

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Merry Christmas

Christmas 2023 (Krampus x GN!Reader)

Chains and Whips

CW: Non-con, dub-con, bondage, anal, sadism, monster fucking, mild brat training, bratty reader, pain play, breaking and entering

"So... He's, like, a demon?" (Reader) took another sip of their cocoa while giving their friend a half jokingly judgemental look, squinting their eyes over their oversized mug. For the holidays (Reader) found themselves with nowhere to go, and ended up traveling with their best friend to her hometown. It was a tiny little place, cute, and very strange. (Reader) had, of course, heard about Krampus before but only because of B-rated horror movies, so seeing an entire village of people hanging up pictures of him alongside Santa Claus was a culture shock, to say the least. Stranger than the abundant Krampus merch was the fact that everyone spoke of it with respect, as though the creature was real, a respect not given to Santa.

"Well, no, kinda, but no." Johanna flicked her wrist as she spoke, eyes glazed and unfocused in the warmth of the heated living room. "Krampus is older than Saint Nicholas and Christianity."

It was difficult to stay awake, all bundled up under a mountain of blankets while the TV quietly played a movie in the background. Snow was falling outside, while children played in the setting sun, laughing outside Johanna's window.

"So, does he kidnap naughty children?"

"No, he beats them with a stick." She tiredly waved her hand in a whipping motion to illustrate her point, as though (Reader) didn't know what she meant by "beating".

"That sounds horrifying." (Reader) smiled, chuckling. Their eyelids were beginning to glue themselves shut.

"Yeah. During Krampusnacht boys like to dress up as him and try to scare people. I used to be terrified of him." Johanna rolled over and propped herself up, resting her head on her hand while sprawling out further on the warm couch across (Reader) on the adjacent lounge. "Thank God I was such a good kid!" She said cheekily.

(Reader's) grin grew. "Should I be in trouble then?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm naughty." (Reader) joked, wiggling their shoulders comically.

The young woman sat up. Her face had flipped instantly from silly to frustrated, swapping from a sleepy gaze for furrowed brows. "That's not funny, (Reader)."

Shocked by Johanna's sudden seriousness, (Reader) sat up as well, doubling down on the joke. "Should probably lock your door tonight, to keep me safe."

"Stop!" She whined, looking genuinely nervous.

"What?" (Reader) leaned forward, amused by their friend's reaction. "Are you really scared?"

"Yes!"

"Scared he's going to come punish me?"

Johanna rolled her eyes. "Krampus is real."

(Reader) wanted to push their friend a little further. This was the first time they had ever seen Johanna act in such a way. Johanna was a fearless woman, a badass who was a regular ole adrenaline junkie; the kind of person to jump out a plane without hesitation. And here she was, losing her patience over a mythological creature.

The dramatic young adult launched themselves off the couch and towards a window, swaying their hips theatrically. They threw open the window as far as it could go, cupping their mouth to amplify their voice out into the neighborhood, moaning;

"Oh no! I hope some big, hairy, Krampus doesn't come and punish me for being such a naughty little whore!"

"(Reader)!"

"Please, don't come punish me for being such a tight little cum slut!" (Reader) laughed as Johanna grabbed their arm, now giggling as well, albeit more out of nerves than honest joy.

"(Reader), please! I'm serious!" Johanna closed the window, forgetting to lock it as she was too busy looking over her shoulder at her ridiculous friend. "I swear to God, if I have to wake up in the middle of the night to save your life..!"

(Reader) wasn't done being obnoxious, shaking their ass as they pretended to run away in fear. "Oh no! Don't let him spank me! Oh noooo!"

Johanna grabbed a throw pillow and chucked it at (Reader's) head hard enough to make them lose their balance. "You would get fucking wrecked by Krampus."

"Yeah, my ass-"

"Wouldn't even last a second. You would lose a fight against a marshmallow, you aren't going to go up against an ancient being worshipped for centuries."

After falling back onto the couch (Reader) had chosen for their sleeping spot, they rolled their eyes, dropping the act. (Reader) wasn't actually a naughty person. Not only were they not "naughty" in the innocent definition of the word, being the kind of person to return other shoppers' carts they refused to put away themselves, but in the dirty sense they weren't particularly "naughty" either. (Reader) wasn't a virgin, just suffering from a dry spell. "Goodnight, Jojo."

"Goodnight! I set my alarm for five.'

"Ew!"

"I'll see you in the morning!"

"Nooooooo....."

Johanna left (Reader) for her childhood bedroom, leaving (Reader) in the dark living room, not entirely alone.

.........................

(Reader) wasn't asleep for long when the room became too unbearably cold, causing pins and needles in their legs that forced them to stand up. The time on their phone informed (Reader) that it was only one in the morning. They bundled up in the blanket Johanna provided and slipped into the kitchen to make a cup of decaf tea.

'Why's it so cold?' (Reader) shivered violently as they waited for the water to warm up enough for their drink. It was so warm before (Reader) passed out, that if the Christmas lights on the tree weren't still on they would have thought that there was a power outage. The water loudly began to sizzle in the electric kettle, making (Reader) panic, turning it off. They would have felt like shit if they accidentally woke up Johanna. Her grandparents were out of town, opting to go on a cruise during the holidays instead of hanging around in the cold to visit family, which (Reader) respected. They deserved to enjoy their retirement. Although they had never met, the older couple offered (Reader) their room, which (Reader) politely declined. Although (Reader) said that it was to respect their privacy, it was actually because (Reader) just didn't feel comfortable sleeping in someone else's bed.

The mug began to smell like tea instead of hot water as the bag steeped. (Reader) drank quickly, eager to warm up and get back to sleep. They peaked over at the clock on the oven.

1:00

It had taken almost ten minutes to make one cup of tea, but the time was still one am.

(Reader) felt a shiver crawl down their spine.

Before they could wrap their mind around the time, a rough hand with long, sharp nails, clasped over (Reader's) mouth, dragging them off the chair. The mug went flying, shattering against the tile flooring, along with the wooden chair tipping over and loudly clattering.

Despite the struggle and muffled screams, Johanna did not come down to (Reader's) rescue.

The lights that had been strung up on the tree were tied around (Reader's) arms, securing their hands behind their back. (Reader) fell unceremoniously to their knees.

Above them stood a giant shape in the dark. A tattered red cloak, chains and hooks, black fur..

Hooves sunk into the carpet of the living room. Black fur covered the majority of it's exposed body, and the skin that wasn't hairy was a dark grey with black discoloration. Large horns rose from his skull like a crown. His long, almost human face held a twisted smirk, split open just enough to show off his rows of sharp teeth. Within his primate sockets were goat like eyes, yellow and glowing in the dark.

Despite the heat of the bulbs pressed against (Reader's) arms, the terrified person felt colder than before.

Krampus.

He bent down, gently pressing his clawed thumb into (Reader's) mouth, rubbing his bitter tasting finger across their tongue as (Reader) sat shell shocked.

'He's real.'

(Reader) felt as he played with the wet insides of their mouth, only breaking out of their trance when his nail poked the sensitive wall of their inner cheek.

A surprised cry echoed throughout the house, earning a hand grabbing a fistful of (Reader's) hair, yanking their head back warningly. (Reader) bit down on the disgusting tasting hand as harshly as they could, but it only resulted in an amused chuckle. The creature's laugh was deep, rumbling like thunder in his chest.

He released (Reader) and effortlessly pulled his thumb out from their teeth. One of the many chains with hooks was uncoiled from the demon's shoulder and thrown to his cloven feet.

"Hey, wait-!" (Reader) protested as they were lift up and placed on their feet with only one hand. Their pajama bottoms were pulled down around their ankles, taking their underpants with them. "Stop!"

The hook Krampus had prepared was picked back up, the stench of his body becoming overwhelming as he engulfed (Reader) in his arms, jangling the chain behind their back as he prepared something.

"I don't know what you are, but I swear to God, I'm going to start screaming rape if you don't stop! The neighbors will call the cops!" (Reader) didn't know what they were saying, the adrenaline spike forcing out tough sounding sentences that made no sense, given the fact that this wasn't a normal human home invader.

Another rumble rolled throughout his rib cage as something cold violated (Reader's) ass. (Reader) involuntarily screamed as the hook was lodged into their anus.

They tried to fall to the floor, allowing their legs to turn to jelly, but Krampus tugged on the chain above them, forcing them up onto their toes. Their hands were still tied behind their back, so their balance was depended entirely on the chain.

Krampus seemed pleased, looking down at the teary little human.

(Reader) was not on the naughty list.

They had always been a good person, mindful of others and always attempting to do what was right. So when they opened the window that night, releasing their scent and calling out to Krampus, he knew what they were really implying.

A long, pink cock slick and shiny in the multicolor glow of (Reader's) bindings emerged from the black mass of fur between his animalistic legs. It was thin, but it continued emerging, revealing itself to almost be the length of his thigh.

He grabbed (Reader's) hair again, forcefully pushing their upper half down, bending them at their waist. They couldn't fall because of the chain still holding (Reader) up. The hand on (Reader's) head shoved their face down to his crotch, slipping his slimy cock between their lips as they begged him to stop. Like a sword, the long penis went down their throat, rubbing against their uvula, and poking into their stomach. Vomit rose and threatened to choke (Reader), coughing it up around his thin cock that smelled like his fingers.

(Reader) tried to straighten their back to pull his dick out of their body, but the Krampus yanked up on the hook while laughing, causing (Reader) to fall forward back onto his dick as their feet lost contact with the ground.

The chain was given some slack, placing (Reader) back onto their toes. They were able to pull off his dick long enough to release the bile onto his thighs. It was still in their mouth, but at it's thin tip, allowing (Reader) the chance to breathe. Then he pulled up again, ramming (Reader) onto him like some kind of pulley operated sex toy.

(Reader) felt their muscles burn as their face was mercilessly fucked by the monster, bobbing their head up and down his shaft by the chain still attached to (Reader's) ass.

Krampus dropped the heavy metal chain to grab (Reader's) head, slapping his heavy balls against their chin as his fucking became more erratic, smashing their nose into his thick fur as his chuckles turned to deep moans and pants. Then, (Reader's) face was held against his pelvis tightly as painfully hot fluid shot straight into their stomach.

He pulled out slowly, still twitching with little pumps of cum as he slid the cock out of their throat and over their tongue.

(Reader) left their mouth open, feeling the smelly fluid drip off their tongue and onto the floor, hoping they would vomit up the rest of his jizz they were forced to drink. The appearance of (Reader) with sticky white drool still connected in a long string to the tip of his hard cock, along with the pathetic little sniffles they made as tears dribbled down their cheeks, excited Krampus more, encouraging him to continue.

Still coughing up the suffocating muck, (Reader) was hoisted into the air, this time not by the hook that had fallen out of their rear, but but the Christmas lights around their midsection.

Suspended above the ground, (Reader) frantically kicked their legs. Krampus held the back of the bindings of their arms with one clawed fist, exposing themselves to him. A foot made contact with his knee in the struggle, but Krampus didn't flinch, completely unfazed by (Reader's) strength.

"No more! Fucking stop!" (Reader) squealed in desperation. They knew he could see how aroused they had become from this angle. (Reader) couldn't see his face, but knew he was smirking at them like the bastard he was. They didn't want to, but their body couldn't help it. It felt good to be fucked.

It had been a long time since (Reader) had had sex, but even longer since they had been fucked.

His still wet member pried open (Reader's) clenched hole. It wasn't painful, with how thin it was, but it kept going in, deeper, and deeper. It hit the point where a large human cock would have stopped, but the monster didn't seem to care for (Reader's) discomfort, forcing himself all the way in. (Reader) didn't even know how they fit all that dick inside of them. But the moment they felt his hot hips grind against their ass, their eyes fluttered.

Unable to touch the ground, (Reader) was held up by the Krampus' left hand and his erection. The lights dug into their ribs painfully, scraping against them as Krampus used the decoration as a harness. His thrusts were fast and hard, just like when he was raping (Reader's) mouth. He went deeper into their slutty hole than anyone ever had before, forcibly giving (Reader) unwanted pleasure.

"H- Help!" (Reader) shakily whined as they fought against how good his slimy inhuman dick felt as he pounded them from behind. Each snap of his hips hit their nerves better than any man had before. The building tightness was eroding (Reader's) will to fight.

'This isn't morally wrong.. right?'

'It's like a dream.. no one judges you for who you fuck in a dream you can't control..'

Their stomach contracted as their orgasm built, threatening to release. But just as (Reader) was about to finish, Krampus ceased his movements, holding them unbearably still against him.

(Reader) involuntarily whined. The climax slowly dissolved, losing the momentum. "Please let me go.."

Something hard painfully slapped their ass, cracking loudly like a riding crop. (Reader) cried out before they could bite their lip, earning another chuckle from the goat man as he continued dicking them down from behind.

Just as (Reader) tried to hush the sounds of enjoyment singing out from their own mouth, another slap from the wood stung their rippling ass cheek as Krampus buried his cock into them.

The rising orgasm built faster this time, causing (Reader) to shake as though they were helping rock themselves onto Krampus' long dick. Their thighs quivered and their breaths became ragged. Each thrust was alternated with a stinging whack to (Reader's) behind. And each time that wood contacted sharply against their skin, (Reader) was brought closer to the edge.

But again, he stopped, only keeping himself in as (Reader) lost their orgasm. They moaned angrily.

It seemed obvious that (Reader) was enjoying this, so why did he keep stopping?? Embarrassment filled (Reader) up and spilled out as tears and a cock hungry sob. "Please.." (Reader) squeezed their eyes shut in shame. "Please finish up.."

"Be more specific." A frighteningly deep voice rumbled from behind (Reader). "What do you want me to do, naughty little whore?"

Precum leaked down (Reader's) legs. "Please let me cum.."

The switch smacked them harder. "What was that?"

"Please let me cum!" (Reader) felt themselves tightening around his dick as they raised their voice. "Please fuck me stupid! I want to cum!"

Another harsh slap earned a gasp from (Reader), urging them to continue begging.

"Please fuck me!"

He laughed quietly while pulling (Reader) up so they could see his face. His dick was still buried deep inside of them as he gazed down at them with predatory eyes. "What a good little slut.."

His lips smashed against (Reader's) forcing his tongue into their kiss as he resumed his assault on their tired, raw genitals. (Reader) returned the kiss just as desperately as Krampus gave it. Their kissing made (Reader) light headed as his ramming cock fucked them past the point of no return.

(Reader) came loudly at the same time as Krampus shot another round into their greedy fuck hole. Even after his seed spilled out he continued pumping, slapping his wet hips up against (Reader's) as he rode out his second orgasm. He kept his cock nestled deep inside (Reader) as they passed out, falling asleep in his arms as he weakly continued rubbing himself against their twitching walls.

(Reader) woke up in the morning on the couch, their clothes on and bundled up in a warm blanket. Johanna was awake, making coffee. Their face burned, wondering what they could have eaten the night before to make them dream about something so dirty, and so vividly.

"You awake yet?"

(Reader) quickly sat up, sore, presumably from sleeping on a couch. "Yeah, I'm getting up."

They stood, but almost immediately felt their knees buckle as cum poured out of them into their pants so quickly (Reader) thought they pissed themselves. (Reader) squawked, pulling open their bottoms to find their underwear missing, and the insides of their pants painted with someone else's fluids, still leaking out of their swollen hole.

"Haha, what was that?" (Reader) quickly pulled up their pants as their friend entered the living room with the mug (Reader) broke the night before.

"Nothing."

"You sure? You look kinda feverish.."

"I'm good!"

"I was just thinking about how to get on the naughty list again next year~"

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taeyongdoyoung · 2 months

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summary: he was wearing a Darth Vader costume at Comic Con. you were wearing a Padmé Amidala one. can I make it any more obvious? you were both nerds. what more can I say? pairing: seonghwa x reader genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst; strangers to friends to lovers warnings: bullying, harassment, swearing, nerdy stuff, overthinking, insecurities, confession, kissing, hugging, fear of losing someone, protective™️ hwa, mentions of past suicidal thoughts/possible self-harm, rat hongjoong but he means well, loyal puppy yunho, some violence/punching, lying/secrets author's note: honestly hwa is the best boyfie ever i just thought it'd be kinda boring if there was no ~drama~ word count: 5.8k

It was your first Comic Con and you were pretty excited. You worked so hard for almost two years so that you could afford the tickets, as well as your Padmé Amidala costume. You were going alone but you hoped that you'd make new friends who were into the same stuff as you. You had been looking forward to this event pretty much all your life. However, the harsh reality didn't match your expectations. For starters, it was so crowded that you could barely make your way. You attended a couple of panels, bought a bunch of overpriced merch but after a while, you were beginning to feel exhausted. Everyone seemed to have come with friends and you felt like an outsider. And then, to top it off, you had the following negative experience:

"Oh my God, look at that uglyass Padmé costume," you heard an annoying male voice. "Can you believe this shit?"

"Yeah, like, who even likes the prequels?" another asshole responded.

"Stupid women, that's who," the first voice said and the the two laughed in a disgusting way.

Ugh. It felt like middle school all over again. There was no escape from bullies. You rolled your eyes and tried to get out of here so that you wouldn't have to put up with hearing such comments. But just then, one of the guys spilled red juice all over your costume!

"Oops, my bad," he snickered loudly.

"Well, it's not a huge loss. The costume was shit anyway," the other guy cackled demonically.

All the traumatic memories from your past came crashing down on you. You rushed towards the bathrooms, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Fucking jerks. Why couldn't they just mind their own business? Why did they have to ruin your day and the costume you'd spent so much money on? You wished you were brave enough to stand up for yourself but after all these years, you were still just a little girl, terrified of getting picked on.

You tried to clean up the red spot to the best of your abilities so that it wouldn't stain but it proved quite difficult with the low quality soap available in the Comic Con bathrooms. As if that wasn't enough, your vision was so blurry due to the tears. Eventually, you gave up and decided to get out of here. Maybe, you weren't meant for such huge events. You should have stayed at home, watching Star Wars cuddled up under a blanket. As you left the bathrooms, you bumped into someone wearing a terrifyingly realistic Darth Vader costume. Can this day get any better?

"S-sorry," you murmured awkwardly and were about to take your leave when "Darth Vader" spoke:

"Not to sound like a creep but I overheard what happened out there and I just wanted to say these assholes are an embarrassment to our fandom."

"Agreed," you nodded.

"And for the record, your costume looks incredible!"

"Um, thanks. Yours is…insane. Like you came out from the movies," you smiled nervously.

"Don't cry, beautiful. They're not worth it," he reassured you and caught a single tear from falling with a gloved hand. Damn, he had game and you felt your heart fluttering.

If a couple of days ago someone had told you that Darth Vader would be comforting you outside of a public bathroom at Comic Con, you wouldn't have believed them.

"Do you want me to beat the shit out of them for you?" he asked.

Because you couldn't see his facial expressions that were hidden behind the mask, you couldn't tell if he was joking.

"Nah, honestly, I think I'll just head home," you sniffled.

"What? No way, don't let them ruin your time here. I promise, you can have a lot of fun if you ignore people like that."

"Really?" you blinked hopefully.

"Come on," he grabbed your hand and soon enough, you were back inside the venue. "Darth Vader" seemed to be a social butterfly and he not only insisted on taking tons of pictures with you but also introduced you to his friends, one of them was wearing a Chewbacca suit and the other had dressed up as Luke Skywalker. You took photos in pairs and together as a group, went to a few more panels and had a jolly good time. At one point you thought you saw the two assholes from earlier from afar and you could swear their eyes looked a little swollen but then again, you hadn't brought your glasses and it might as well have been your wishful thinking.

As the event was coming to an end, you were pleasantly surprised by how many positive memories you'd accumulated that made up for that one shitty experience. Suddenly, "Darth Vader" asked you:

"Do you want to grab a drink or something?"

"Oh, yeah, sure!" you smiled enthusiastically. Even though you still didn't know his name, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy and you were excited to spend some more time together.

"Great! Let me just get out of my suit 'cause I'm overheating and drinking anything with this mask on does not sound like a fun idea."

"Haha, I don't envy you," you replied. You couldn't imagine carrying such a heavy suit all day long. You told him you'd wait for him outside of the bathrooms. As you were looking through some of the photos you took on your phone, you caught yourself smiling a little too wide. You put the device back into your bag.

Then, out of nowhere, the most visually stunning guy you'd ever seen came out of the bathrooms. And he was staring directly at you! What the fuck? You blinked in shock as you saw him walk towards you.

"Um…I guess it's high time I introduced myself properly. Hi, my name's Seonghwa," he said in a vaguely familiar voice.

"Huh?" you whispered in a daze as you took his hand. "I'm Y/N…"

"Darth Vader?" he chuckled nervously, trying to remind you. "We literally spent the whole day together?"

"Eh?!"

"Did you hit your head or something?" Seonghwa joked. "Is it that shocking to see me without the mask?"

"Sorry, it's just…" you tried to snap out of it. "You're too pretty."

"And that comes as a surprise, because…?"

"I guess I sorta expected that you were some middle-aged nerd who doesn't shower."

"Ouch," he laughed. "I don't blame you, though. At events like Comic Con, I've had my fair share of encounters with non-showering nerds."

"I rest my case," you shook your head in amusement.

"Still up for drinks?"

"Are you kidding? Good luck trying to get rid of me," you teased.

Seonghwa ordered a cup of tea and you wanted a cappuccino. Then, the two of you sat down at a place nearby.

"Soo, what interests do you have? Other than Star Wars?" Seonghwa asked.

"Gosh, there are too many," you giggled. "I used to be really into Marvel and DC but haven't seen some of the recent movies that came out. I feel more drawn to the TV shows as there is more time to develop the psychology of the characters."

"Ooh, I totally get what you mean," he nodded. "Though I love a good action scene, sometimes it gets too much, you know?"

"Right? Like I'm sorry for wanting depth and meaningful background stories."

"Mhm, you said it so well," Seonghwa replied and took a sip from his cup.

"What about you? What other things do you like?"

"I adore Disney movies," he confessed shyly, blush creeping up on his cheeks.

"Ahh, that's lovely! Me too," you beamed with excitement.

"You don't think it's kinda embarrassing? I've been made fun of for my Maximus costume at an event."

"Ugh, assholes like that should be banned from Comic Con!" you got angry on his behalf, as you had experienced getting bullied too many times. "Why can't people just let others enjoy stuff? If you don't like someone's costume, would it kill you to shut up?"

"You're so right! Speaking of costumes, we should exchange social media so we can send each other pictures from today."

"Yess, that'd be great," you typed in your Instagram on Seonghwa's phone and soon enough, the two of you started spamming one another with all the fun memories you'd made.

You didn't realize how much time passed as you two shared more about your interests. Seonghwa even insisted on travelling with you to your literal doorstep, as it had gotten dark out, which was incredibly sweet of him.

"I'm so glad we met," he admitted. "Like, obviously I'm not happy you had to listen to these dicks but uhm, I'm glad I approached you."

"Me too, Seonghwa," you smiled.

"We should watch a movie sometime. Or go shopping for cute merch. Or…whatever you like."

"I'd like all of that," you admitted. "Good night, Hwa."

"Good night, Y/N."

As the days went by, you realized how much in common you had with Seonghwa. It went beyond the initial Star Wars connection, you both loved Sanrio a lot and playing Animal Crossing together was one of your favourite activities. Cooking and cleaning side by side was both practical and therapeutic. Even when you went shopping, you were amazed by your similar tastes. In short, you were completely whipped for him. However, you were reluctant about confessing your crush. It had been a while since you made such a wonderful friend and you were terrified of losing him. You loved spending time with him and you would absolutely hate yourself if you did something to scare him away. Realistically, you knew that Seonghwa wasn't that easily spooked and you were probably just stuck in your head, overthinking it and coming up with the worst possible scenario. A part of you kept telling you that when (not if, because you thought there was no way he liked you back) he rejected you, he would still make sure you stayed friends. But still, you didn't want to make him uncomfortable. It felt so lovely as it was and you couldn't bear the thought of ruining it.

"What's wrong? You've got your thinking face on." Seonghwa asked, as he was looking through the cute Sanrio keychains exposed at the store.

"My what?" you blinked in confusion.

"Your thinking face. When something is bothering you, you kinda space out and scrunch up your eyebrows. It's cute but I can't help but worry."

Damnit. You were amazed by how attentive he was to the smallest of details. Also, what was that about it being cute? Did he mean cute in a friend way or…

"You're overthinking your answer again," Seonghwa called you out. "Come on, just tell me. I'm your friend, no?"

"That's exactly the problem."

"Me being your friend?" Seonghwa was perplexed. "Would it make it easier for you to share your concerns if I were a foe?"

"I guess…" you frowned.

"Come on. I've got an idea," Seonghwa hurriedly paid for two matching Kuromi and My Melody keychains, grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the store.

"Where are we going?" you laughed at his spontaneity.

"You'll see," he responded cryptically.

A while later, you ended up in his apartment.

"Wait here," Seonghwa pointed at the couch and you sat down hesitantly. What was he planning?

He took longer than expected but finally, he returned. Or rather…Darth Vader returned. Wait, what?!

"Hi," Seonghwa mumbled.

You couldn't take it seriously and burst into laughter.

"It's not funny, I'm trying to help you!" he insisted.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you can't tell me what's troubling you because I'm your friend."

"Seonghwa…"

"I'm not Seonghwa, it's Darth Vader now, a totally unfriendly figure. So, spill."

You gulped nervously. Oh, fuck it.

"Well, Darth Vader, the thing is I have a crush on a friend. But I don't wanna mess things up 'cause he probably doesn't feel the same way. And he's really important to me. The thought of losing him scares me."

"I'm the scariest thing in the galaxy! No, I am your father!" Seonghwa/Darth Vader said, which made you laugh again.

"I'm serious!" you responded after you managed to subdue your giggles, hopeful for some sort of advice.

"What if your friend feels the same way?" he suggested calmly.

"That's unlikely."

"What's your friend's name?"

"I can't…"

"Say it. Or I can't help you."

"Seonghwa."

"Yes, sweetheart?" he replied, breaking character.

"No, the friend I have a crush on…is you."

"Darth Vader" took off his mask and you were once again greeted by Seonghwa's friendly and unbelievably beautiful face.

"Are you serious?"

"You have a crush on me, Seonghwa, not Darth Vader, the character?" he wanted to make sure just in case.

"I mean…both but mostly you, Seonghwa," you chuckled.

"Mostly, huh? I guess I'll have to work harder to make it only me," he said, pressed his palm against your cheek and leaned down a bit. "May I kiss you?"

"You w-want to k-kiss me?" you were stunned by what was happening. Did he perhaps like you back?!

"I'd like that very much but only if you want it too."

"Shut up and kiss me," you said and wrapped your arms around his neck as Seonghwa closed the distance between you two. His lips were ridiculously soft and tasted like cherries. Lip balm? God, he was so cute and sexy you were going to lose your mind. After you were done kissing for the time being, you decided to discuss what this meant for you.

"So…you like me back?" you asked, feeling shy all of a sudden.

"I'm not in the habit of kissing people I don't like," Seonghwa joked.

You nudged his shoulder.

"You know what I meant."

"I do like you back, yes," he confirmed verbally.

"Can…I be your girlfriend or something?" you blurted out while hiding your face in embarrassment.

"As long as I can be your boyfriend. Or something. Gosh, why are you so adorable?" Seonghwa pulled you into a hug, making you feel all warm and fuzzy.

"Nope, you are!" you insisted and squeezed him back. "I can't believe you pulled the Darth Vader costume to get me to confess. Such a nerd."

"But it worked, didn't it? And also, you're no different. Thirdly, you fell for this nerd!" Seonghwa kept teasing you relentlessly.

"Fine, fine, I get it. We're both silly little nerds."

"And that's what makes us perfect for each other."

"I couldn't agree more."

You were over the moon while dating Seonghwa. You did everything together. When you received a surprising text from him, it was one of your happiest moments:

Hwanakin: I may have a surprise 👀

You: Oh? 🍵

Hwanakin: I spent A LOT of money on something I've wanted for a while but I think it's worth it

You: Tell me tell me tell me!

Hwanakin: image attachment

You: No way, you're actually insane, this is sooo cool

Hwanakin: 🙈🙈🙈

You: SO happy for you omg

Hwanakin: I was wondering if you wanna build it with me? I know you once mentioned you'd like to give Legos a try but you haven't bought any since they're kinda pricey so I thought you might wanna come over and work on it together?

You were too overjoyed by the offer to immediately respond that you just squealed and needed to jump around in your room a little. Then, your phone tinged with another notification from the sweetest boyfriend in the galaxy. No, scratch that. In the UNIVERSE.

Hwanakin: It's okay if that's not your thing, I just thought I'd ask you…

You: ARE YOU KIDDING? OF COURSE I'D LOVE TO!!! I AM SUPER THRILLED AAAAAAAA

You: Sorry for screaming I'm just so excited rn

Hwanakin: Haha it's alright, I'm so glad you'd like to share this awesome experience with me!

You: I'm even more glad! Gladder? What is English? Um anyway thank you for offering, I'm beyond touched and honoured and just…Ahhh!!!

Hwanakin: Hey, no need to thank me, you're my girlfriend, it goes without saying that I wanna do stuff with you

Fuck, you would never grow tired of hearing those two words.

Seonghwa's birthday was approaching and you were panicking. During the couple of months you'd been together, he'd been the most amazing ever. He would give you so much and not just in the material sense. Though you were a sucker for Lego flowers and adorable Sanrio keychains and your favourite chocolates, he was also giving you so much of his free time, his affection, his kind words and his delicious meals. You were literally in love with him already but you didn't want to rush into saying it to him out of fear you'd scare him away. Like in the situation with confessing your crush on him, you had this irrational fear that your love was somehow capable of driving him away.

Nevertheless, you wanted to do something really special and thoughtful for his birthday. You didn't think it was right to just buy anything, you had to make something. Which was how you ended up on the crocheting side of YouTube. You'd tried it a couple of years ago but you were far too impatient to stick to it. However, if it was for Seonghwa, you felt like you had enough determination. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, tons of hours and a lot of screaming on your side, you had done it. You managed to crochet a somewhat decent Grogu/Baby Yoda. So adorable. You were quite proud of your accomplishment and genuinely hoped that Seonghwa would like it. Then, you a made a handwritten card, drawing your own doodles and pouring your entire heart out. Finally, the night before his birthday, you baked some strawberry tarts. Everything had to be perfect for your perfect boy.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Seonghwa, happy birthday to you," you sang to him gently.

"Thank you, my sweetheart!" he responded softly. "You didn't have to do anything, your presence itself is enough of a present."

"Aww, stop it, you smooth-talker!" you waved him off and gave him the bag full of surprises. "Don't get your hopes up, it's nothing fancy."

"It doesn't have to be. You could give me a sock and I'd be happy."

"Miss Y/N has given Seonghwa a sock! Seonghwa is free!" you joked, making him blush and shake his head.

Finally, he opened up the present. As expected, the crocheted Grogu caught his attention first.

"Oh my goodness, sooo adorable!" he clutched the green creature to his heart. "Did you make this?"

"I tried my best, yeah," you giggled shyly.

"You're literally incredible, thank you so much!"

Then, he saw the strawberry tarts you'd made and insisted on trying them right away.

"What do you think?"

"Super yummy, love them!" Seonghwa said.

"Yay, that's a relief!" you smiled.

Finally, he found the handwritten card, which read, as follows:

Dear Seonghwa, The day that I met you was a day I'd been looking forward to quite a bit. It was my first Comic Con and I was extremely excited about it. However, a couple of seconds and two assholes were threatening to ruin that special day for me. It brought back so many negative memories and I was ready to go home and cry myself to sleep. Until you showed up and made what could have been the worst day of my life into one of the best. (The best day being the day I became your girlfriend. No, actually, every day I spend with you is the best. Forgive me for being corny.) My point is that your presence has healing powers. Your kind heart is one of my favourite things about you. Your precious smile makes me absolutely mad. Also, you are incredibly funny and smart. How you pulled that stunt off in a Darth Vader costume in order to make me confess is still super iconic of you. And don't get me started on how handsome you are. It should be illegal at this point! Happy Birthday, my darling star! May this day be one of your best days! Yours in earnest, Y/N

Seonghwa closed the card, his eyes watering in emotion.

"Come here," he said and pulled you into a hug. "It truly is one of my best days. And you are the best thing that's ever been mine."

"Did you just pull a Taylor Swift on me?" you chuckled.

"Maybe," he smirked. "But seriously, you gotta tell me all about those negative memories. Give me names and addresses of whoever hurt you, I just wanna talk."

"Hey, it's your birthday! I don't wanna ruin it with all this shit from the past…"

"You wouldn't be ruining anything. Besides, you said it yourself. It's my birthday and I really wanna talk about it. As long as you feel ready, of course, no pressure."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," you smiled at him. "Well, if you insist…Long story short, I used to get bullied in middle school. At first they were just teasing me for being a nerd and having high grades. But then I would start to hear all sorts of comments about my outfits, my hair, or my body. There was even online hate about me. It got really bad at one point, I didn't want to live anymore and did some stupid harmful shit to myself... When I went to high school, it was different. I made some amazing friends and everyone was more mature. However, some of these things I went through still stayed with me. And that day at Comic Con, that one short encounter was enough to send me spiraling. It unlocked so much unresolved trauma, I guess. If it hadn't been for you…I don't know."

Seonghwa pulled you closer and started doodling cute little figures on your wrists.

"You drew stars around my scars," you whispered.

"Did you just pull a Taylor Swift on me?" he repeated your words from earlier.

"Maybe," you chuckled.

"You know, I'm not one to believe in stuff like destiny or whatever. But as harsh as that sounds, I feel like all these terrible stuff you went through brought you to me. Does that make sense?"

"It's not harsh, I like it very much," you insisted. "I would go through them all over again if it meant finding my way back to you."

"Lucky for you, you don't have to. If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, no force in the universe can stop me from making their lives miserable."

You liked how protective he was over you. But sometimes, it scared you…

Seonghwa had invited you to play Dungeons and Dragons with him and his friends Hongjoong (who had dressed up as Luke Skywalker at Comic Con) and Yunho (who had a Chewbacca costume). You'd hung out with them a couple of times and you had grown fond of them and were happy about how quickly they'd accepted you into their friend group. You had been dating Seonghwa for a while and you had a key to his apartment so you let yourself in. He texted you that he'd come soon and just as you were about to greet Hongjoong and Yunho who were already there, you accidentally overheard their conversation:

"We have to tell her, man," Hongjoong insisted. They were in the kitchen, speaking more loudly than usual, as they thought they were alone.

"I think it's better if we managed to convince Seonghwa to tell her himself," Yunho argued.

"What if she stumbles upon the video? It's freaking viral already," Hongjoong explained. "It's better if she heard it from us than finding it on her own and jumping to conclusions."

"But Seonghwa is our friend, he'd feel so betrayed if we ratted him out like this," Yunho replied.

"She's our friend, too," Hongjoong sighed. "I say we tell her."

"Tell me what?" you finally entered the kitchen, making your presence known.

Yunho shook his head, still not on board, but Hongjoong had made up his mind and showed you the viral video in question. It was titled "Darth Vader punches bullies at Comic Con" and in it was exactly what the title suggested. It was pretty shocking to witness.

"Is this Hwa?" you gasped in horror.

Hongjoong nodded sadly. Suddenly, it all made sense. You'd thought it was your imagination when you saw the bullies' swollen and red eyes from afar, but nope, it was actually 'cause your boyfriend had physically assaulted them. You cursed yourself for forgetting your glasses. You felt so betrayed. The day that you considered to be one of your happiest days was marred with so much violence and Seonghwa was keeping such a big thing a secret from you…

"They're not gonna press charges against Seonghwa, if that's what you're worried about," Yunho tried to reassure you.

"I'm not worried about that, I'm upset he didn't tell me about it," you cried out.

"That's not the only thing he didn't tell you about," Hongjoong mumbled under his nose.

"Hongjoong!" Yunho exclaimed, reprimanding his friend for spilling all the tea.

"She has the right to know!" Hongjoong shouted.

"And it's better if she has this conversation with Seonghwa instead of us."

"Just tell me everything, I don't think I can face him right now," you said.

"Seonghwa used some strings to ban the assholes who bullied you from Comic Con," Hongjoong the truth There have been previous cases of them harassing women and Seonghwa managed to get to the bottom of it and make sure they get exposed and punished."

"What? That doesn't make any sense, he didn't even know me back then," you tried to rationalize this strange situation. "Why would he go to such lengths?"

"Except he did know you. Do you remember having an online friend named Scarlett?"

"I do. She stopped texting me back at some point. Wait, where did you hear Scarlett's name? I've never even told Hwa about her."

"Think about it, Y/N. How could I possibly know?" Hongjoong sighed sadly.

"No," you couldn't believe it. "Don't tell me Seonghwa is Scarlett?"

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of such news," Hongjoong confirmed.

It all made sense now. "Scarlett" had stopped messaging you right after you'd met Seonghwa at Comic Con. You had sent "her" selfies of yourself, which explained how Hwa recognized you. You had told "her" you'd attend the event so it was quite possible that he went out of his way to meet you…God, you felt sick.

"Great job, Hongjoong, Seonghwa will totally kill us now," Yunho was beginning to panic.

"I'd like to see him try," Hongjoong shook his head. "Don't misunderstand, Y/N. It's not like he stalked you or anything. I'm sure he just really wanted to meet you in real life and he must have thought that Comic Con was a good place to start. He didn't expect all this drama with the bullies to get in the way."

"He still lied to me, Hongjoong! For months! Tell him some emergency came up. I can't talk to him right now."

"Tell him yourself," Yunho suggested nervously.

You paled in shock as you turned around and faced Seonghwa. Just like how you'd overheard Hongjoong and Yunho's conversation, Seonghwa had heard what you'd just said.

"I have to go," you murmured and rushed towars the door.

Seonghwa grabbed your wrist and tried to stop you from leaving.

"Sweetheart, wait, let me explain."

"I need to be alone," you tried to express your boundaries.

"I'm still the same person you care about," he kept trying.

"Which person would that be? Darth Vader? Scarlett? I don't even know who you are anymore, Seonghwa. If that is your real name."

"Of course it's my real name. Please, I want to tell you my side of the story."

"And I want to be alone."

"You're not breaking up with me?" he asked, his big eyes moist with emotion.

"I'm not. I just need some time to think. If you ever cared about me just a little, you'll let go of me."

And he finally did as you asked. But as you walked out of the door and felt your heart shattering into a million pieces, some part of you wished he hadn't…

Three weeks passed since this painful moment. Even though you had told him it wasn't a break-up, it sure felt like one. He would send you messages but you wouldn't reply to them. Just like "Scarlett" had stopped responding. But it hurt so much. You were doing the same old things but without him, everything seemed bleak and meaningless. Yes, he'd lied to you, but you hated to imagine a universe in which you'd never met.

This weekend you impulsively decided to go to an event where nerds could gatter, dress up and have fun in the hopes that it'd make you feel better. It was on a smaller scale than Comic Con but you still figured it was a better idea than staying at home, crying your eyes out and eating too much ice cream. You had dressed up as Catwoman and despite the recent misfortunes, you were feeling pretty damn good about yourself. Until you saw these assholes from Comic Con again. Right, they had been banned to it but could still attend other events. And you saw them harassing another woman!

"Come on, don't be such a prude, give us your number."

"I don't want to…" she replied meekly.

"She said no, fuckers!" you didn't know what demon possessed you to do that. The you from before couldn't even stand up for yourself but now you couldn't imagine watching someone else being in such an awful situation and not doing anything.

The two bullies turned around.

"Remember me?" you asked confidently. "I'm the reason your sorry asses can't set foot in Comic Con till the rest of your miserable lives."

Recognition immediately lit up their ugly faces. They probably got flashbacks of Darth Vader punching them and then them becoming a laughing stock for the entire Internet to see. They exchanged a look and were about to sneak out, when you grabbed them harshly by the hair, feeling all vigilante for some reason. Maybe it was your badass costume.

"Apologize to her," you insisted.

"We're s-sorry," they stammered.

"Now piss off and pray to whatever devil it is you worship that I never see you again," you threatened them in the most calm tone you could muster.

They did just that and damn, did you feel amazing.

"Thank you so much!" the girl exclaimed and gave you a spontaneous hug.

"No problem, girls gotta stick together, right?"

"You are like my hero! We should exchange numbers and hang out sometime!" she suggested excitedly.

"Sure, that'd be fun. What's your name?"

"Scarlett," she smiled.

You laughed to yourself. Oh, the irony.

"What's so funny?"

"It's a long story," you shrugged. "I'll tell it to you someday."

After a while, your new friend left the event and you were once again on your own. You wondered if you should text Seonghwa. You really missed him and meeting this girl made you wish you'd hear his side of the story. Then, as if by magic, your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Matching costumes. We're making a habit out of it."

You looked up and saw…Batman.

"Seonghwa?" you blinked in surprise.

"I'm Batman," he insisted. "Sorry, I've always wanted to say that."

You had a hard time suppressing the urge to laugh out loud.

"The Darth Vader trick only works once. If you wanted to get me to talk, you should have come up with something new," you teased him, pretending as if his mere presence was bothering you.

"I get it," he nodded. "But I'm not asking you to talk. Can you hear me out instead?"

You nodded, as you had already made up your mind to give him a second chance. But he didn't have to know that yet.

"All of what Hongjoong and Yunho told you is true. I did punch the guys who were terrorizing you and countless other women and tried to make sure they get banned from Comic Con. And, indeed, prior to our meeting, we became online friends while I was posing under the name of Scarlett. But that's as far as my deception goes. I wasn't stalking you or anything. It just so happened that I saw you having a rough time and really didn't want you to experience such negative emotions at Comic Con. Because I know what that's like. I know I probably seem confident to you now but I wasn't like that always. I've dealt with my fair share of insecurities and shitty people who put me down. And I really care about you and couldn't bear the thought of watching you suffer. I admit, I kept the bullies thing a secret from you and while we texted online I lied about my name being Scarlett. But I never lied to you about my feelings. I genuinely love you, Y/N, and I want to spend the rest of my days making it up to you."

You were sincerely touched by his words and you believed he was telling the truth. However, after going through so much, you wanted to keep him on his toes just a little longer.

"Funny thing happened earlier at this event. I saw those two bullies from Comic Con again."

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Seonghwa was immediately worried.

"I'm fine. They were harassing a girl and I stood up for her, easily getting rid of them."

"That's so amazing, Y/N, I'm proud of you!"

"I felt pretty proud of myself, too. But that's not even the craziest part. Can you guess what her name was?"

"Um…no?"

"Scarlett."

"No way," Seonghwa laughed.

"Well, whether you believe it or not doesn't matter. She reminded me of you. Even if you hadn't showed up, all Batman style, I still would have messaged you and tried to fix things between us."

"I'm so happy to hear that, sweetheart," Seonghwa placed his hands on your arms gently.

You took off his mask and then your own.

"Let's start over, yeah? No masks, no secrets, just honesty. How does that sound?"

"I'd like that very much," he grinned softly.

"For the record, I love you, too. And I'm not mad anymore. I understand why you did what you did."

"Well, you know what they say? All is fair in love and war," Seonghwa smirked.

"And Star Wars," you added.

"Especially Star Wars," Seonghwa chuckled.

"Hi, my name is Y/N," you extended your hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to getting to know you."

"Hi, I'm Seonghwa," he took your hand and shook it.

"It suits you better than any other name," you told him honestly.

"Have I ever told you what it means?"

"I don't think so," you admitted.

"You'll really like it. It's related to stars…"

The End

#ateez #seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa angst #ateez fluff #ateez angst #seonghwa fanfic #ateez fanfic #seonghwa imagines #ateez imagines #writing

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fumifooms · 29 days

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i know you aren't really into marcille/laios any longer, but since you went looking online for dungeon meshi doujins, did you happen to find any other marcille/laios ones? (funnily enough at the convention i was at a couple weeks back they had like five, but they were extremely over-exaggerated and personally i prefer my fan content relatively in character...)

Ok first of all: Yeah listen laimar doesn’t have a grip on me anymore but I still quite enjoy it! Just more passively… Altho I do have an analysis that focuses a lot on the importance they hold to each other in my early stage wips drafts, and listen in canon I do think they’re queerplatonic flavored, call me an ot3 qpr truther because Laios Marcille and Falin have a something going on and it transcends being put into a box. But hey hey I reblog laimar artworks I bought that recent doujin I put laimar fics in my -checks- 106 pages long to-read list… Also I have like 5 pages of fanfic prompts for them I may or may not get to writing. Though yeah I do feel bad whenever I notice people following after liking all my laimar posts haha

Sadly to get to the meat of the topic, not really… I don’t go to cons for lack of opportunity so whatever I find is through online. The one I got is The Fourth Basement Floor, it has an english ver and seems so so very in character I can’t wait to get it! Otherwise I’ve looked on Otakurepublic since I use their services for merch from Japan, warning if you click on the link, there are none right now but 18+ ones can’t be filtered out and covers can be pretty explicit. I don’t remember any other laimar one except the one nsfw one I think, but on the plus side there are a lot of gen no ships doujins. I’m bothered because looking back I feel like the catalogue of doujins was wider when I looked all those months ago and it feels like I’m forgetting something hmm… I wish I could help more, but yeah 😔 Pixiv has many laimar comics up (in japanese) if that sates the hunger any

As consolation since I’m already here, why not show some of my laimar things laying around gathering dust I’m fond of. Don’t look if you don’t want to be spoiled for fics I may or may not write I guess? All down below is just laimar prompts

I spoke about some various ones and esp my timeline where she gets him into Daltian Clan here. "Laios… I was wondering, because you enjoy fantasy stories right? I was wondering if you’d like to give my favorite book series a go… It has monsters!" I love love love post-canon laimar where he gets the habit of chewing on her hair because he’s stimming and hungry. Like a goat.

Laios goes to Marcille for love advice. "You like someone?! Do I know them?" She eagerly asked. "Erm… Yes…?" // Post-canon. He’s so nervous and puts his foot in his mouth n lets things slip out that he thought would give him away. (Comic) "You like someone??! What are they like? Who are they?" And he’s like "Well… She’s a half-elf." He’s like shit she’ll probably know right away. And she goes still. "I’ve never met another half-elf!! We’re so rare! You’re saying you met one and didn’t tell me???!" She’s shaking him. And then she goes still again, contempt drawing on her face. "Wait… Are you asking me for advice because I’m a half-elf?" Laios runs with it "Yes!! And because you’re so savvy with romance and what people like…? If, uh, if you were a half-elf, what would you like to get as a gift? What sort of confession would you want?" "… You saved it there. Okay so since I’m so knowledgeable on romance, tell me what is she like?" "-describes Marcille-" She nods, smug yet oblivious. "Aah I can already tell we’d be great friends. Good taste." (then Thinking bubble with him giving her flowers at a restaurant "Did you know roses are edible and used in recipes", candlelit dinner, or wait maybe the most romantic is cooking together alone at home, chocolate! It’s expensive though… Wait I’m king now!)

Lil comic, Laios wakes up snuggled against Marcille’s back then promptly falls off the bed. The noise makes Marcille wake up and she’s like omg are u ok?? Laios is so sweaty and panicked and in denial about her being special to him. She explains, disgruntled at the memory "Izutsumi is bunking in with Chilchuck again, they’re taking the whole bedrolls." Pause. "Sorry, I should have told you, but you like sleeping with Izutsumi too so I figured…" She looked sheepish. "Between you and Senshi, I much prefer sleeping with you. It feels sort of nostalgic, like a sleepover, no?" He relaxes and gets in the bed again, smiling. "But… We’ve never had a sleepover?" She chuckles "I guess not. I must be getting that impression because of Falin…" And the air between them is warm yet bittersweet now, as she smiles like that and his eyes and smile cloud over. The earlier instinctive reluctance to touch is gone now. She snuggles into his arms and is like "Hug me?" "Okay." And he does, wraps his arms around her and tucks his chin over her head.

Post canon, marcille takes him to a squid restaurant. Cute lighthearted hehe. He sulks "If there are any parasites in this I will ban squid from this kingdom or so help me…"

Short post canon fluff marcille pov about laios gaining weight n becoming chubby. She used to dream of chiseled abs and angular elves, laios in every way, shape and form is so far from the beauty standards she idealized so. And yet… She loves how soft sleeping against him is, how much there’s more of him for her to hug and nuzzle her face in. She loves seeing him and seeing someone strong, who isn’t malnourished or underweight, someone healthy with color in their skin. An healthy appetite. He used to look more like a rectangle, severe and strict, but now he looked rounder, and seeing him smile at her always made her feel like that roundness suited him. She smiled back, and melted thinking about how her boyfriend was the sweetest in the world. ^I still wanna do this one really bad. Sometimes a fic premise comes from nowhere and puts you in a chokehold and you must finish it to obtain catharsis

Short oneshot about laios musing about Marcille’s smile, how important it is to him in subtle ways etc: Ends with Laios being like wait there’s something off (succubus). Then he grabbed her throat. Or smth

Laios seeing her dungeon like "this is so wrong Marcille you can’t run a dungeon for shit" and also "WHAT ARE THESE HORRORS OF MONSTERS NOO THEY CAN’T BE EFFECTIVE LIKE THAT"

Dinner for two: Very warm. Marcille and Laios are meeting up and cooking a dinner just for them both, no one else is there. They’re being so domestic and it’s light. Laios pauses at some point, doing the dishes, saying… I’ve always worried, thinking doing things like these would remind me of my parents.

Laios doesn’t know what to do when he realizes he actually *likes* likes Marcille, so he avoids her. Everyone notices and is disapproving of him.

Her mana acts up and she shares her dream with someone, kinda like with Izutsumi. Listen the premise could be smutty but I think it’d be more fun if they just hanged out n were silly, like the nightmares chapter without the nightmare

Laimar pining but from the view of Chilchuck, his love hatred sensing a storm brewing. The giggling, the looks. Ugh! It reminded him of himself and his wife when they were young and newly dating.

I love Laios and Izu being worsties so. Laios sees izutsumi rubbing her scent on marcille’s clothes and gets possessive. Maybe Golden Kingdom maybe something else I have no clue but Laios being ridiculous and cheek rubbing or something <3

I might want to do an AU where Laios gets into werebeast ring fighting, before canon and the split happens after he deserts the military. So he’s alone, has nothing going for him and stumbles into that sphere and gets werebeast tattoos done. It doesn’t make him happier at all and fighting sucks actually, but it brings money and he likes being a beast and being cheered by a crowd aka illusion of being liked, and money brings food and eating is the privilege of the living etc etc. So then when he goes to check on Falin at the academy it’s a big AU where he has a whole other reputation and look to him, and when he meets izutsumi their relationship is different and aaaaaa… He’s freeer in this au, lets himself be animalistic and weird, even though ofc the arc is him letting himself be more human as well and connecting with humans, through talking and infodumping n shit. Oh I went off but the laimar is because it’s inspired by cool laimar art here (warning tho it’s an art dump with toudencest also 😔) but werewolf Laios laimar AUs… A lotta fun stuff there idk idk

#Laimar #ask #Ppl can send me laimar asks tbh idk when i’d get to them but i do still love them #Not all that much left i wanna explore analysis or post wise with them though #Laios touden #marcille donato #Fanfic wips #Dungeon meshi #Spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 3 months

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I sometimes wonder how Self Aware BSD charecters will react to different things that goes on in the fandom.

Like the ships (I hope they never actually read a fanfic, I can imagine the reader being embarrassed T^T)

Or Dazai reacting to the self aware Dazai theory . That would be umm ironic? (Idk if that's the right word. English is not my first language)

Anyway, are you still planning on writing the Anime con scenario with Asagiri in it? I find the idea to be amazing. (Well, I just want them to react to the fandom)

-🖤

BSD Cast expected, that they will have fans. So, out of curiosity, they looked into the Fandom.

They have mixed feelings about fandom. They have many things to say about fandom. They like fanarts and comics. They will like even cute and funny arts.

Ships made them... a tiny bit uncomfortable. They understand, why they are shipped with each other. Still, they prefer not to look at shipping in any form.

Fanfiction. 50/50. They enjoy non-shipping works, AU works. If Reader enjoy x reader fanfics, BSD Cast would use it for some friendly teasing.

Merch. Fine with it. BSD Cast will even gift Reader merch. Use it as a friendly competition between each other. But, they aren't fine with body pillows. You have the original to cuddle with, you don't need pillows.

Theories. BSD Cast find them interesting. Dazai would post the craziest theories. He will even leave comments on Self-Aware Dazai theory.

Yes, I'm still planning to write about Anime Con and Asagiri, and BSD Cast having a dive into the Fandom.

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime

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beanghostprincess · 1 month

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Thinking about the “Usopp loves Darkwing Duck and Sanji loves Card Captor Sakura” thing from ages ago and now I’m imagining them going trough the hardest challenge a weeabo and a western animation geek can go trough: moving in together.

All the merchandise, the prints, the commissions they gave years ago and the buttons from various cons, it’s an actual nightmare for both of them to somehow try and find space for everything. Sanji hates Funko Pops with a passion, Usopp loves them. Sanji has a giant body pillow of some random anime girl and Usopp feels inadequate. The biggest issue however arrives when they try and decide where Sanjis collection of ero figurines is supposed to go. Sorry not sorry but you KNOW he has some of them. It’s actually not as bad as Usopp expected at first but it’s still a challenge to find a place for them because Usopp does NOT want them in the bedroom like Sanji used to have in his bachelor pad

They actually get into a heated argument at one point while they are running on coffee and lack of sleep. “OH YES IT WAS SOOOOO IMPORTANT TO YOU TO HAVE A SPACE FOR YOUR CRAFTS BUT NOOOO DONT LET YOUR BOYFRIEND HAVE SPACE FOR HIS STUFF AT ALL!” “FUNNY YOU SAY THAT, BECAUSE IM NOT THE ONE FLIPPING OUT BECAUSE I JUST NEED MY BIG TITTED CATGIRL FIGURINE TO LUST OVER IN THE HALLWAY FOR EVERYONE TO SEE!” “*GASP* DONT TALK ABOUT HIBIKI-CHAN LIKE THAT!!”

They don’t talk to each other for what feels like ages (Twi hours maximum) and they finally make up when the guilt gets too much. They both compromise on each selling a few of the things they aren’t as invested in, Sanji agrees to move a few of his more risqué figures to a space where he gets to see them but they can easily be hidden if visitors come over, some of the more decent ones like the pinup one of a lady in the bathtub actually are tame enough to be put in a more open spot even Usopp has to admit (plus her sitting on the bathroom shelf surrounded by both of their soaps and haircare products looks quite cute actually). Usopp keeps most of the Funkos on his work desk at Sanjis request. It’s the nerdiest home ever with some clashing aesthetics but they make it work trough the power of love and because both of them are creative people who can incorporate that into their home space.

… also Usopp has started a game where he will just randomly replace his boyfriends figurines and wait for his boyfriend to notice. Like elf on the shelf but more elaborate and with anime or cartoon figurines. Currently Sakura is being carried away by a bunch of Pikmins in the shoe closet. Sanji has noticed she’s gone but hasn’t said anything because that’s not how the game works. He’s supposed to find her and then yell “GODDAMNIT SAKURA!” Before carrying her back to her spot…. He’s already planning his move though and has decided he’s gonna try and put Grunkle Stan in a glass of water in the freezer with a single lone ice Pikmin guarding him.

This is the realest, most accurate thing in the whole world. They'd move in together but they'd be a mess. They have... Very different tastes when it comes to games/shows and they obviously can't decide what to do with the space they have.

But! They also have things in common. The thing is... They like the content in different ways.

Usopp has a huge Alphonse figure. Beautiful. Next to his Gurren Lagann figurines and so, so many robots. So many mechas. He has the three Gravity Falls diaries. All the Ducktales comics. Darkwing Duck was just the start because he's also a huge DC fan and has so much Batman merch. He's got this extremely awesome replica of Junpei's sword from P3. Everything is high quality and he's very, very careful with his merch. He has his own fanarts in a sketchbook and nobody is allowed to touch his games and his consoles. From Play Station to all types of Nintendos. He has so many damn Funko Pops of everything. Typical "For the last time, Sanji, I keep them inside the box because the box is also part of the merch what aren't you understanding-". Not to mention that he's a huge Lord of The Rings fan and he definitely plays D&D and he's also a botanist so you can only imagine how their house looks like-- So many plants-- Forest aesthetic. Except their front door that looks exactly like the Tardis because Usopp was dying to do that ever since he was a kid, and when he showed Sanji the show he fell in love with it and let him do it.

Sanji likes the same stuff but he has a very explicit Lust figure. Next to his adorable Nia and Yoko figurines and so so so so so many cute simple merch. Like keychains and stickers. I am 100% sure Sanji has Gravity Falls pajamas and Ducktales too that nobody but Usopp knows about. I think one of the only man figurines he has is a Starlord one and maybe Shazam merch, but he's more of a Superman type of guy. He saw Lois Lane and fell in love with her instantly. He has a Mitsuru figurine riding her bike and one of Chidori and Junpei he doesn't let anybody touch. That's precious to him. He asks Usopp to draw him stuff and that's why Usopp is always late to his commissions because his boyfriend suddenly wants to be drawn next to Senshi cooking. Sanji doesn't like Funkos but he does like Nendoroids and Usopp hates it because they're so fucking expensive and Sanji is always crying in the background ("But- But-" / "Sanji, we've talked about this-" / "But this little Miku is so cute!"). Sanji also plays videogames but he's more of an Animal Crossing/Cooking Mama/Stardew Valley type of guy. So many Dating Sims, too. Also the Sims, he loves that.

Their bookshelf is a mix between shoujos and so so many shonens but mostly cooking books and artbooks. So many DC comics too. I feel like both of them prefer DC tbh, Usopp is just Batman and Sanji likes Superman and instead of fighting about it they just admit they're really gay for each other. They do watch Marvel movies, though. Sanji really, really, really likes Spider-man and it's funny because he has arachnophobia and he cannot watch the damn movies without shaking when a spider shows up-- Usopp has Miles' jacket and Nikes I am so so sure. While Sanji probably has a Gwen poster in his room.

They argue a lot when it comes to how to use the space they have but!! Sometimes Sanji walks out of their room to make breakfast with Usopp's Batman t-shirt. And sometimes Usopp uses Sanji's Kero themed hair ties to tie his hair. And... They wouldn't change that for anything in the world.

They're also the type to watch/play anything together and go "Hey they're just like us fr" so now they have their house full of ship merch because those ships remind them of them,,, Those are the true romantic gestures.

Edit: Forgot to say Sanji has all of Taylor Swift's CDs and Vinyls and he's a very intense swiftie that makes Usopp wake up at ungodly hours to hear the new albums, while Usopp is like "I guess she's okay??? She's alright idk" because he literally only listens to movie/game soundtracks, indie shit and Cavetown. They both listen to Vocaloid though that is true. I was there. Project Sekai players that's what they are (Sanji does it for the cute girls but ends up staying because the characters are a bit too relatable and Usopp just really likes rhythm games)

#okay but i want to live in their house :(#i was projecting the whole time lmao i love all of this i want to live there let me in let me in #modern sanuso is my fav thing they wouldn't stop arguing about these things #everyone in sanji's restaurant: omg he's so mysterious and cool the chef is so cute i am sure he's got a very nice place #sanji when he comes back home: MY DEAREST LOOK I BOUGHT THIS 7000€ HATSUNE MIKU OFFICIAL FIGURINE NOW WE WON'T EAT FOR A WEEK BUT IT'S OKAY #i wholeheartedly believe he cannot be trusted around money when it comes to fictional pretty girls #usopp is the same bc you give him the chance to buy an official artbook and he spends all of his money on that #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso

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