How You Caught their Attention {Gyomei/Mitsuri/Sanemi x Reader}
Warning: Sanemi is literally just insane lmao
Gyomei 🪨
You understood his feelings.
The battle was over, Gyomei knew it by the trickle of the demon’s ashes that flew onto and past his face, brought by the gentle breeze. Although no human lives were lost, in fact, there were barely any injuries even, Gyomei felt a great sadness build up in the form of a lump in his throat, and the familiar feeling of tears welling up in his eyes returned once more.
However, before a single tear could fall, a gentle sob caught his attention. It came from beside him.
“Is someone injured?“ he asked, turning to face the direction the crying sound came from.
“N-no,” a sweet voice croaked. “I’m sorry. I’m fine. It’s just… I feel so sad for that demon. I wish they’d never been turned in the first place.” You broke into another sob, burying your face in your hands. Gyomei stepped forward and put a hand on your shoulder.
“I understand your sorrow,” he said. You sniffled and looked up at him, surprised to find tears of his own streaming down his cheeks. Your lip trembled for a few moments before, unable to help yourself, you threw yourself at him with a hug. You heard a few gasps around you, but you didn’t care. And by the feeling of the stone hashira delicately wrapping his arms around you, neither did he. Still, you apologized when you pulled back, wiping your tears on your sleeve.
“I’m so sorry, I—“
“No, please do not apologize. That was quite comforting, actually. Thank you,” he said, then smiled. “I think we should do more missions together. It would be nice to know I have someone to turn to when the battle is over and the grief sets in.”
Mitsuri 💗
You have an adorable laugh.
“And that’s when I realized the demon had already died and I had been searching for it terrified it was gonna jump me for five minutes for nothing,” a fellow demon slayer told you as you ate dinner with the rest of your team. You laughed at her story, nearly choking on the food you had just put in your mouth.
Mitsuri looked up at the sound of your giggling, her face turning red.
That was the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard, she thought. I already want to hear it again!
“Hey everyone! Let’s all share our funniest experiences!” she suggested, internally congratulating herself for thinking up such a brilliant plan. After the first person went and your laugher once again graced her ears, albeit blended with the laughter of everyone else, she squealed. This was going to be a fun night after a successful mission.
Sanemi ✵
You calmed him down.
Sanemi was beyond furious. He couldn’t believe Oyakata-sama could let this obnoxious child run around with a demon. After everything he and everyone else in the Demon Slayer corp had gone through. After they’d watched their friends and family get slaughtered by these horrible creatures, Oyakata still let one of them in. The rage this built up inside him was unbearable. He felt sick to his stomach, restless, and exhausted all at the same time.
Instead of letting himself explode in front of his fellow hashira, Sanemi remained calm for the remainder of the meeting, then swiftly left to find a way to take out his anger.
That’s when he noticed you, sitting alone under a tree, completely covered by the shade. You were carefully sharpening your katana, the gentle breeze keeping your hair from falling into your face. Sanemi didn’t know how long he stood there staring at you, but he shook his head as he snapped back into reality. He realized suddenly that his anger had dissipated. It was strange. Suspicious, actually. You were wearing the corps uniform, but who’s to say you hadn’t stolen it? Or maybe you had betrayed them.
“Hey!” he shouted, marching towards you. You jumped slightly in surprise as looked at him. “What’s your name and rank?”
“(L/n) (y/n),” you answered quickly, immediately recognizing the wind pillar. “I’m rank tsu—.” Sanemi squatted in front of you and grabbed your face, cutting you off as your cheeks were squished between his thumb and pointer finger. His intense, violet eyes studied your face carefully as you sat there. It’s not like you could do anything. He was a hashira! He could easily overpower you if you tried to push him away.
“Your eyes look normal,” he muttered to himself, finally releasing your face. “That’s a good disguise you got there, but I know there’s something off about you. Come on, demon! Show me your true form!”
“Huh?” you squeaked.
“Playing dumb? Let me guess, you want to infiltrate our ranks and kill our master. Well, it ain’t gonna happen!” Sanemi growled. “Don’t worry. I’ll get the truth out of ya.” He unsheathed his katana.
“What are you talking about? I would never harm–”
He squatted down again and pressed the blade against your cheek and you froze. “Let’s see those healing powers in action, shall we?” He created a small slit in your cheek and you grunted in pain, slapping your hand over the cut.
“What the hell?” you said. “Leave me alone!”
“Come on! Don’t hide it! Show me your cheek! You’ve healed already, haven’t you?” he taunted. You lowered your hand, revealing your bloody cheek, still with a fresh cut.
“Oh? Was that not high stakes enough? Well how about—?”
“Shinazugawa! What are you doing?” Sanemi froze at the sound of Mitsuri’s voice. She rushed over and shoved Sanemi off of you, pulling you up and standing between you and him. “Have you lost your mind? What are you doing attacking (y/n)?”
“(Y/n)? You know her?” Sanemi asked.
“Yes, of course I do! She was on my team on my last mission. She practically saved my life!” Mitsuri explained. Sanemi paled.
“He thinks I’m a demon,” you said.
“Not anymore,” Sanemi mumbled, sheathing his katana. He turned to walk away.
“Where do you think your going? I think you owe (y/n) an apology,” Mitsuri insisted.
“It’s okay, Kanroji. He was just being cautious,” you said. “Though I’d prefer if he hadn’t resorted to violence so quickly.” Sanemi scoffed.
“Whatever. I’m sorry,” he said.
The next day a crow showed up with ohagi for you. There was no note, but you happened to know that the wind hashira didn’t know how to write.
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hi! I was wondering if I could request a comfort fic? I had recently discovered I was being cheated on, and I really, really loved this person (we were together for two years). I’m really pissed off about it and absolutely distraught. Is there anyway I could ask you to write a Donnie x Reader? He’s a huge comfort character for me, haha— thank you so much :)
Inside of My Heart 💜
author’s note: im so sorry that happened anon, im no therapist but lemme just shout to the world that cheaters are the most despicable people EVER, truly sweet anon you deserve better, and i hope this Donnie fic will keep your spirits up <3
warnings: hmm fluff? and yeah more fluff, maybe one curse word?
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It wasn’t everyday that Donnie thought of something he wasn’t good at. But lately he noticed a reoccurring problem. He was more than good at math, science, technology, engineering, (all self-taught btw) and not to mention he had great qualities like being responsible, intelligent, and honest.. most of the time!
But seriously! It was becoming quite obvious that he couldn’t carry a sentence when you were around. He was lacking in the social skills area, if you weren’t asking him for the wifi password or a yes or no question, he’d have a hard time finding the words. His brain would short circuit like it was a literal machine and he’d have to give nonverbal cues or depend on his brothers to pick up his slack.
What frustrated him the most was he had practiced last time! Yes, he had a heads up on when you were coming next, and practiced for days on what you could possibly ask, and he made a spreadsheet for all the responses he would need. It seemed he had poorly guessed what you would talk about, because that day you’d had some issues with a boy to which fried up Dee’s brain completely. He wanted to just throw his brain in the trash like he would with any piece of tech that was destroyed beyond repair.
After you had left that day, he had rushed to his lab. He groaned tearing up his spreadsheet into little pieces and quickly throwing them all into the trash. There that was metaphorically his brain, ripped to shreds and thrown away. He slumped into his swivel chair, dramatically putting his head down, hiding his face from view, arms shielding himself in. You were so nice about it too. You never made him feel weird, or awkward. You’d just smile warmly, like you knew he was trying his best. Which only made him try that much harder, which then led to him failing miserably. He huffed not seeing a clear solution in sight.
“Knock knock,” Mikey chirped from outside the lab. Donnie banged his head once on the table underneath him and then sat up. “Its open,” Mikey scampered in, “heyy Don, wanna do something?” Donnie swiveled in his chair to turn and face his younger brother. Giving him a questionable look so Mikey continued. “Well I was texting Y/n, and they wanna go to this Comic-Con thingy” Donnie’s mouth dropped open. You were interested in that? He wondered if you were going to dress up? “You don’t remember? They were talking about it today but that guy had bailed or something,” Mikey shrugged because he hadn’t really been listening all that much.
Classic Mikey, but Donnie couldn’t believe he had zoned out for that part of the conversation! He would’ve readily volunteered to go with you! But as soon as you had mentioned the other guy… well everyone knows, Donnie clammed up and stopped talking or thinking altogether! He sighed and Mikey looked at his brother, “what’s wrong Donnie? You don’t wanna go??” Now Donnie’s eyebrows were raising, “Mikey what are you talking about they texted you, not me.” He said that with little enthusiasm as he was more than a little jealous but understood why. You probably thought he had ignored you all day…well he kinda had.. unintentionally!
“But I told them that I couldn’t go and that you were already going!” Donnie’s eyes widened, “you said what?!” Mikey re-explained, “I said ‘I’m not going but Donnie already has a ticket, I’m sure you guys can go together’ and then I hit send.” Donnie blinked at his younger brother. “I have a ticket???” Mikey held up a ticket, “now you do!” he was smiling wickedly at his older brother now and Donnie saw it all connect. Mikey was setting him up, on purpose. “But, with them by myself?” Donnie started having self doubts. What if you had no fun with just him there? What if it became awkward? What if he couldn’t say anything?! “Donnie you gotta relax,” Mikey took in a deep breath and then released, motioning his hands at his purple clad brother for him to follow suit. So Donnie did, and as he took deep breaths his fear cleared.
“Feel better?” Mikey smiled brightly, and Donnie smirked, “yeah okay thanks little brother I’ll do my best,” Mikey fist bumped the air, “Alright! Mission set-up is a go!” He was skipping all the way out of the lab. Donnie’s immediate thought was to start making another spreadsheet. But as he looked down at the trash can he knew that wasn’t going to work. What he needed to do was text you. Which he found to be significantly easier to do than talk, it allowed him to get his thoughts out and rethink if need be.
‘Hey Y/n it’s Donatello, Mikey told me you were going to cc?’ -Dee👾
‘Hey! Yes I am, would you like to go together?’ -you ✨
‘sounds good to me, sorry i hadn’t really thought about asking when you were here..’ -Dee👾
‘No worries, I know that sometimes ppl like to go and do their own thing’ -you ✨
‘well i think I’d enjoy it more with your company :)’ -Dee 👾
At this message Donnie almost threw his phone across the lab. Instead he gently placed it on the table and took a lap. He couldn’t look, it was so cheesy, but that’s how he truly felt! AGH! He hoped you took it the right way, he hoped it wasn’t weird, he hoped he hoped he hoped!
‘aww! i feel the same way Donnie! I can’t wait, we’re gonna have so much fun c:’ -you ✨
“Yes!” Donnie said aloud, spinning around and around in his chair as he read and reread your message. You were so cute. Your messages made him feel all funny inside. He stopped spinning and got serious, ready to message you back.
‘i have marked my calendar! are you planning on cosplaying? or do you have certain places you were interested in checking out?’ -Dee 👾
‘so this’ll be my first time! should I dress up?’ -you✨
Donnie felt a little pressure. This was your first comic con and you were going with him?! It felt really special suddenly, even more special than his initial reaction. He wanted you to have the best time because in his humble opinion, comic con was a really fun time and it was one of the few places that a teenage mutant ninja turtle could go to and somehow fit in!
‘well since it’s your first time I recommend doing it all. Dressing up is part of the fun, do you have any characters in mind?’ Dee 👾
The two of you texted nonstop that night. Mikey had returned just before bed to check in and left the lab with a satisfied smile on his face. “They’re totally hitting it off!” He said to Leo who couldn’t help a cheshire grin, “what’d I tell ya! they both like each other but are soooo shy it hurts” Leo had recruited Mikey on his master plan to get you and his twin brother actually talking. “So what’s next on the master plan??” Mikey said jumping up and down with excitement, “Now” Leo said, “we wait!” And he resumed reading his Jupiter Jim comic. “Boringggg!” Mikey booed, shoulders slumping. “Our work will pay off dear brother, don’t you worry,” Leo said with so much confidence that Mikey knew it must be true.
[7 months later]
“Okay they may need more of a push,” Leo admitted. Mikey pulled on his bandana ends, “ya think?!”
The comic con date had went smoothly. The two of you had a blast and Donnie kept the picture the both of you had taken on his bedside. You were definitely closer to Donnie and he to you, yet nothing progressed past the friendship. Donnie was just happy to be able to talk to you normally, that had been a big step to him. So he didn’t want to push his luck any further. Every time the two of you were in the same room he’d be on cloud nine, though it wasn’t exactly written on his face. So if he felt that way just by proximity, just imagine how he felt when you spoke to him. Over the moon, up into the stars and way high in the galaxy. That’s how he felt. It was a regular movie night at the lair, everyone present, April sat on the far end, then you, then Donnie, then Raph. All on the couch. While Mikey and Leo occupied bean bags on the floor.
Leo and Mikey had been whispering the entire Lou Jitsu movie. Donnie twitched with aggravation every time you looked down and noticed his two idiotic brothers who would not stop talking! For Galileo’s sake it was one of Mikey’s favorites and Leo had freaking picked it out. Donnie wanted to yank at their bandanas but with you sitting right next to him, you’d definitely notice and he didn’t want that. No he’d suffer through ten more movies like this one if he had to. Raph had the remote and paused, “restroom break!” He announced with a surprising amount of dignity as he left the living room. Donnie looked over at you, and you turned facing him. He smiled and immediately looked away. Gosh you were so cute.
“Hey, Y/n” Leo said tapping on your knees with one of his fingers, “yes?” you said looking down at his twin. “Could you do me a favor?” Leo smiled charmingly and Donnie’s face twisted, rolling his eyes. “Depends..” you grinned back. Was this what flirting looked like? The thought came and went and slapped Donnie in the face. Where had that come from?! Was it because Leo was touching you and he never touched you before? Or was it because you had graced his brother with a smile? Or was it the combination of those things?? “Can you walk me to my room, I think I’m done with the movie” and that had Donnie glaring. It made no sense at all as to why you would do that and why Leo would even ask. He was up to something devious Donnie just knew it. “Uh?” You looked over at April who was holding back a laugh, “walk you to your room?” You questioned seeing just how ridiculous the request was. “Yeah I’ve gotta show you something before ya head back up,” and as Leo talked he rose to his feet, seemingly serious about this whole ordeal. Not laughing and saying just kidding like Donnie had hoped.
“Really Leo?” Donnie gritted out. Leo looked over at his twin, “what?” He smiled smugly. “What’re you doing??” The purple clad turtle seethed. “Just trying to show my friend something,” Leo emphasized the word friend dramatically. “C’mon” he reached out and grabbed your hand, half dragging you behind him. You were sputtering looking back to Donnie and that had him up on his feet. “Leo stop it.” He said and immediately his brother let go of your hand. “Oh sorry, I got a little carried away huh?” He smiled but didn’t look sorry at all. And when he leaned down towards your ear, and Donnie watched as you flushed, he had had enough!
He rushed forward, grabbing your hand and wordlessly pulled you out of the living room, into his lab and bolted the door shut. He hadn’t let go of your hand the entire time, it really wasn’t on his mind actually. What was, was Leo leaning down, getting wayyy too close and your reaction! It had him dropping your hand and he couldn’t even turn to face you. Why had he just dragged you here? “Donnie?” you whispered cautiously. “Do you like him?” He might as well get it over with. Rip the bandaid off the wound. “What?!” You exclaimed and Donnie finally turned to face you. “Do you like Leo?” Each word being raised with his voice until he was shouting his brothers name. “No!” You shouted back defensively, crossing your arms.
“Sure looked like it,” he muttered. And you flushed embarrassed again, but it wasn’t the feel-y good kind, it was the angry kind. “Believe what you want Donatello, I’m telling you no.” You huffed and tried to push past him to leave. He stood in your way. “Move Donnie!” You said exasperated until your hands shot out reaching for the bolt to unlock the door and he moved in front of it. Your hands landing on his plastron and he stiffened. You flushed again, “sorry” you muttered knowing he didn’t like to be touched but still being too angry to feel badly. He had done it to himself anyways.
“Y/n,” Donnie started and then stopped. Hands going up and then falling back down. It was returning, he couldn’t think of any words! He felt helpless and it was so overwhelming that it showed on his face. Your guard went down swiftly, “hey I’m really sorry Donnie, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,”
and that was what he had been trying to think of, been trying to say. He smiled weakly, “that’s what I wanted to tell you.. but sometimes it’s hard to think of the right words,” he blew out a breath. “happens to us all,” you reassured him. There you went, he thought to himself, making him feel ten times better, like he wasn’t a complete failure. “…Y/n, honestly I don’t know what came over me, I guess I got jealous,” Donnie hung his head as he admitted his emotions. He felt more vulnerable now than he ever did without a battle shell. “Jealous? Of Leo?” Your eyes widened at the idea. “Donnie!” You chided, and he felt sheepish, “he was leaning over you and touching you and,” his hand went up flailing around as if that explained it all.
“Donnie, I don’t like Leo,” he nodded, “yeah I know you said that,” he sighed, “I like you.” You said blushing furiously and Donnie sighed again not hearing you, “yeah I know,” his hand went up to his face, completely missing your previous statement. But as he looked into your eyes and saw you staring at him with blushing cheeks, he replayed the whole statement over. “Wait,” he said as his brain exploded. “Me??” Donnie said softly. And you nodded. “Yes you Othello Von Ryan,” and it was his turn for his skin to darken. “Oh,” was the only word that would come out, and you giggled. He laughed too and quickly said, “I like you too!” finally finding the words. “I’d been hoping so,” and the smile you graced him with was beauty beyond compare. He swooned, and couldn’t believe what was happening. It was like every secret longing that he had hoped for and kept stowed away in his heart was finally set free.
“Y/n, I like you a lot,” he gushed unable to stop the flood of emotions. “Donnie you’re gonna turn me into a tomato!” You said hiding your face in your hands because you could just feel how hot your face felt. “I think you look absolutely adorable,” and the compliment only made you blush deeper! “Donnie!” And he laughed happily, slowly taking your hands away from your face and finding the courage to go even a step further. He placed a chaste kiss to your knuckles, “I mean it Y/n.” He spoke seriously with his handsome smile. “Me too,” you confirmed and the moment couldn’t be anymore perfect.
“I KNEW IT!” Mikey called out from behind the lab door. “No, I think I called it from the beginning,” Leo’s voice could be heard farther away. “Don’t you guys act like I didn’t tip you off to begin with!” April hollered for her credit.
Yes, moment totally perfect, and the two of you burst into laughter.
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OMG THERES 1K OF YOU!! I cannot believe it! Thank you all so much for all the love and support these last few months :) Literally tearing up at how many people love my works. It all started with a silly little pharmacist fic and look at where we are now!
To celebrate, I will be opening up my inbox for some prompts! For the next week, feel free to send me a character, a prompt below, and any other details (ex. female, male, or g/n character) :)
aesthetic prompts 💌 - CLOSED NOW! thank you for all the submissions :)
soft and cute - all fluff!
vase of flowers - they return home to your door with a small bouquet of flowers with rudy
loveseat - shopping for furniture for your shared home
linen tablecloths - hosting a dinner party (one that is pinterest worthy)
orange juice - sick days call for the best care
vintage maps - a spontaneous trip with an event filled itinerary
cherry lip balm - what was your first kiss like? with graves
paper rings - “put this on” “why did you make a ring out of the straw wrapper?”
ramekins of soup - you both are not experienced chefs but you try a new recipe in the kitchen
tuberose- looking at old photo albums and reminiscing on old memories
tote bags - “hey can you hold this for me?” “why do you have so many things?” “it’s not my fault these pockets don’t hold anything”
sugar cubes - they surprise you with your favorite dessert/sweet treat with price
music - “i made you a playlist!”
pearls - a fancy dinner out with expensive clothes and dining
folded sheets - "hi, i'm your neighbor across the hall :)"
gold - a small gifted ring as a token of your love with price
unlit cigarette - meeting in the most unexpected of places
hot chocolate - a warm snowed in cabin with nowhere to go
house plant - “for your new apartment!” “you know i’m not here enough to water that”
pastel bonnets and rattles - “we are NOT naming our child that”
perfume - perfume bottles decorate your bureau and you decide to let them choose your scent for the day with gaz
friendship bracelets - friends don't look at friends that way, is there something between us? with ghost
shower of tears - angst
crystal glasses - a fight ends with shattered wine glasses and someone is left to pick up the pieces with gaz
running mascara - "i can't believe you would say that to me" with the 141
hyacinth - they decide to interrupt the wedding just as you're about to say your vows with ghost
cardigans - "please don't go, please don't leave me" with ghost
sea salt - you can't do this anymore and just need to get away from them
stars - "do you think in another universe things would have worked out for us?"
cubic zirconia - you both come to the realization that your relationship is beyond repair
cold sheets - "can you hold me just one more time?" with soap and gaz
hydrangeas - a sudden death leaves one of you without the other for the rest of time
cocktails - "you need to stop drinking too much" "what do you know?"
graveyard - "please i don't want to die" with price
enlisted - military au
empty cartridges - "I want you to run, I'll cover you!"
uniforms - they sure clean up well as you look at them in their dress uniform with price
cigarette smoke - you share a cigarette (and exchange indirect kisses) while on patrol with ghost
confidential files - you're the newest addition to the team and you recognize a familiar face
jacket - you forgot to pack you winter gear and they're helping you avoid the cold
angel - this time you're their knight in shining armor as you save them with soap | with price
manila folders - "I'm being transferred to another unit"
bandages - you are the only one with the med kit and are tasked with patching them up
barbells - "you're doing it wrong, let me show you"
MREs - "can we switch? this food is absolute shit"
hit the showers (18+) - a prank ends with you getting your clothes and towel stolen with soap
wigs - you get sent undercover with them
hot and seductive - smut (18+)
lace (18+) - “wait for me in the bedroom, i have a surprise”with soap
stained lipstick (18+) - rough kisses in the back of an uber with gaz | with ghost
stolen glaces (18+) - "are you going to kiss me or not?"
tanning lotion (18+) - you just wanted help with an even lotion application but now their touch is venturing elsewhere
black and white photos (18+) - you take a few photos so they can remember you (and your body) while on deployment with price: part i and part ii
fruit juice (18+) - "let's test out that theory about drinking pineapple juice"
morning sun (18+) - you have nowhere to go and decide to spend it in bed ;) with ghost | with gaz | with price
silk (18+) - “you look absolutely gorgeous tonight”
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*Tears of the Kingdom SPOILERS*
Okay, so I've seen some fanart that may line up with my thoughts, but I just have some stuff I wanna say after beating tears of the kingdom. The ending was very sweet and wholesome and it is literally the best ending possible for the circumstances. HOWEVER, I think it would have been more appropriate (may not be the right word) if Zelda stayed a dragon and LINK completely lost his arm.
So like, it was stated many of time that consuming the forbidden fruit gummy would result in an unchangeable and unthinkable transformation. I'm glad Zelda came back in the end, but as far as themeing goes, I feel she should have stayed a dragon. The monumental sacrifice to transform yourself into something you wouldn't even recognize to MAYBE get this decayed weapon to your companion thousands of years into the future so they can defeat the apocalypse (again). Although, the reason Zelda did so was because she had unwavering faith in Link - and vice versa - even though she is completely unaware of his state in the future. The last thing she saw was Link falling with her and his arm and his sword completely busted. But she still had faith because Link is the only thing in Hyrule that she can rely on. No matter what happens, Link will be there. So she makes this sacrifice to become a dragon and help Link kill the Demon King. There are a few moments throughout where there is some longing between Link and Zeldragon, which are quite somber. And by Link slaying the Demon King and ridding Hyrule of evil, her sacrifice was not in vain. In my opinion, her transforming back into human form takes away from the impact of that decision. While her initial decision believed she would not come back, within the themes of the story it makes it feel less (to me at least). And think about the bittersweet ending it would've been if everything was better and Hyrule was safe and Link just looked up to see her at all times. Sad, yes. But without her Hyrule wouldn't exist.
In addition, I believe Link should have permantly lost his arm. As stated at the beginning, the damage was beyond repair so Rauru just gave Link his arm / power for a bit. And in the end he used said power to heal both Zelda and Link's arm. However, I think it would've been way rad if Link, along with the help of the sages, took on the Demon King and they had to use all their collective powers to do so. And to land a final blow (since the Demon King is literally the most powerful being in Hyrule) they used Rauru's hand to weaken him, and tear away from Link's arm (though it's just a smooth stub now), and use the master sword to finish him. (And I feel the final fight was a bit lackluster but that's neither here nor there). Link would then straight up not have his right arm anymore. And it would've been cool if either Purah crafted Link a new arm from sheikah technology or if he simply lived without it bc disability doesn't need to always be "fixed." I was thinking something similar to Finn from Adventure Time honestly.
In conclusion, I believe Zelda should have stayed a dragon and Link should have fully lost his arm because it would fit better with the themes and make for a more interesting story. What I think both Zelda and Link's arm represent are sacrifice and loss for what you believe in. They were both willing to give up a part of themselves (though Link kinda unintentionally) to protect those they care about and safeguard their home. The end would've shown that their actions were not in vain and that it was worth it. I feel getting things back to "normal" takes away from these themes and the impact of these events. This is my headcanon bb. In addition, all the cute zelink stuff could've taken place between botw and totk so you could have both "haha cute couple" and "I lost my arm and my gf is a dragon now. That's rough, buddy" at the same time. :)
P.S. This is just my opinion I promise pinky. I heavily enjoyed this wonderful game (I finished it after all) and think the ending is really wholesome and great for Link, Zelda, and everyone else. Maybe I just wanna see my little guys suffer. Who knows.
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Hi love!
I ADORE your writting especially the aemond x reader x aegon one and I was wondering if you were willing to write a fic where Baelon finally claims a dragon and it’s one of the more fearsome ones (just because of his personality) so maybe caraxes (if he’s still alive) and everyone is just in shock as it seems like Baelon is his namesake and the 2nd coming of the Rogue Prince himself so the reader does consider taking him to the north but Baelon is still of Aemond’s so in a confrontation he could be like “I know i’m not perfect like you but how could you ever consider that” and the reader just has a heart wrenching reaction because at that moment she sees Luke in Baelon and something sweet in the end! <3
Hi anon 🥰🥰
Thank you very much for writing me. It makes me happy to know that you enjoy my writing. The truth motivates me to keep writing 💖💖
At some point I'm going to write Baelon having his dragon but I don't know if it would be Caraxes (to be honest I think he's dead bc I feel like if he was alive then he would have gone to kill Aemond for killing his rider. Aemond can't be alive if Caraxes exists 😂) BUT assuming Caraxes was still alive and Baelon claims him. The Queen would not take it well.
It's funny that you say that Baelon is like a second Daemon because I literally have a draft of The Queen thinking that.
"She (Rhaenyra) never showed any problem with your brothers. But they were sweet and perfect. Good boys. The only mistake they made was taking your husband's eye but they were good. Not like Baelon. He reminded you of Daemon and you knew you weren't the only one because you heard the mutterings of the servants. Baelon believed he could do whatever he wanted as your stepfather. He was impulsive and some would also say violent, even though he he's just a kid. No matter how many times he was scolded, he kept repeating the same mistakes. You love Baelon. You really love him and you would kill anyone who dared to harm your boy but he was too much. Many times you had to control yourself not to shake him and yell at him what the hell was wrong with him. It drove you crazy."
My girl loves her son but if he claims Caraxes she would lose her mind. She would literally be delirious that Daemon from beyond is doing this on purpose because he hates her 😭😭
The Queen does not like Daemon and that her son reminds her of him is difficult for her. The dragon would only make things worse. She's not even going to want Baelon to take the dragon to the North.
Sorry, I know you wanted some sweet between Baelon and his mom and I come with this 😭😭
BUT I think this could be fixed (?
As you say Baelon is going to confront his mother
“Why do you want to get rid of me?” Baelon asked, entering your chambers without bothering to knock on the door.
You instantly put aside the letter you were writing to Cregan Stark. "I don't want to get rid of you, Baelon"
“Liar!” He yelled at you as he stood in front of your desk and took the letter and then tore it into pieces. Not feeling comfortable with that he also took your pen and broke it. He looked at you expecting to see you angry but you only looked at him with disappointment, as if you had already expected this from him.
"Baelon, breaking my stuff won't change my mind," you declared.
“I know I'm not perfect like you, but how could you consider sending me away from home? I'm your son, don't you love me?” As he continued to speak his tone of voice became lower. Hearing his last words was like someone had stabbed you in the heart.
You instantly got up from your chair and ran to hug him. Your son's little arms clung tightly to you. You felt your heart tear, you felt terrible for having made your baby think you didn't love him "Of course I love you, Baelon" you affirmed and spread kisses all over his face until you saw him smile "I love you and your brothers more than anything in the world" you kissed his forehead again "Neither of us is perfect but you're just a child, it's my fault. I got carried away by the fear that you would become one of my ghosts. It is evident that I have failed you as a mother, I will try to be better" you promised "And to get those ugly ideas out of your head. I wasn't trying to get rid of you. I wanted you to go to the North because I think it's the best for you, I think you'll grow better there than here.” You sighed as you saw his smile disappear at the mention of the North. "You'll stay home but I need you to promise to listen to me and your fathers. You will listen to your adults, Baelon, You can't keep doing what you want just because you're a prince. You have to be good to your brothers."
"I promise" he said quickly and you hugged him again trying to ignore the little feeling of uncertainty you felt.
Again thank you very much for writing to me, anon, I hope you are well and I hope to hear from you again soon (if you want next time you can use an emoji so I can identify who you are) 💖💖
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so idk what country you’re from but here in the us it’s thanksgiving and i’ve been thinking about what thanksgiving with aaron would be like as a couple 🥺🥰 mainly how he’d be so willing to help if he’s around (and ready and available to talk you down anytime you get even slightly overwhelmed because let’s face it, there’s so much to do and to arrange and to make) and you’d assign him little jobs or tasks in the kitchen and like for example, he’d be in charge of putting the pumpkin pie together or keeping an eye on the turkey or smth. it’d be the sweetest holiday ambience because at every possible moment he’s being so affectionate with you— to the point where it’s distracting— and he’s just following all your directions and treating you to soft kisses in between and wearing an apron that says kiss the chef or smth cheesy like that and he’s just your handsome man :’)))
AH this 😭😭😭 i am from the us and believe me thanksgiving with him has been on my mind all day </33333 and!! happy thanksgiving to all who celebrate!!
cw: food
hehe the hotchner household is hosting this year, for the first time, and you are stressed beyond belief 🥺 you just want everything to go perfectly. you’re afraid you won’t get everything done in time, even though you were up at the crack of dawn, and you start getting SO overwhelmed :(( you’re practically in tears in the kitchen, not knowing what to do next and you’re losing track of all the things you need to do simply because there’s so much. aaron walks in to grab something or whatnot, and he immediately notices how stressed you are :(( AH so he pulls you into his arms, rubs your back soothingly, and gives you the softest look ever as he asks you what you need him to do 🥺
as if you already weren’t thankful enough for this man 🥺🥺🥺 you put him in charge of the side dishes- like the green bean casserole or the sweet potatoes while your focus is on the turkey. as the two of you work in the kitchen, he’s randomly giving you kisses and providing words of encouragement- that everything will be done in time, it will taste amazing and overall will be perfect <3 he even rounds up jack for an extra pair of hands, heheh jack happily fills up the basket of dinner rolls and sets the table for you <3 and before you know it, everything is practically finished and you are so so relieved 🥹
ugh he’d just be so lovey the whole day 😣😣😣 he always has an arm around you or is touching you in some kind of way, he’s wearing a cozy sweater, constantly stealing kisses, asking if he can get you a drink or something, and during dinner his hand keeps finding yours under the table 🥹🥹 giving it loving squeezes and glancing at you with such love in his eyes <3333 hehe the holidays totally bring out a clingy side of aaron. he just has to be near you in one way or another and he just wants to shower you in endless affection <3333
and during dinner, he leans over to whisper in your ear what an amazing host you are and that everything was wonderful. he also throws in how he’s most thankful for you 🥹 ugsjdjd the sweetness in his voice brings tears to your eyes and you’re literally just lost for words, but your eyes tell him all he needs to know 🥰 he gives you that special smile of his that’s only reserved for you <333
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I know im late to post my first louis concert experience but i just really wanted to share this so here it is <3
The journey to the venue was pretty uneventful, when we got off the subway a man who worked there asked us if we’re going to the “Tomlinson concert” and gave us directions. On the bus we saw a bunch of really young fans, one of them was wearing a 0neDee shirt and i gave them a dirty look and idc if they were like 10 it felt good! Later on one of them asked if we want to be in their tiktok and wear heart shaped sunglasses… we rejected them so fast lol. So we got off the bus and walked till we saw the venue, screamed a bit, continued walking to the entrance, got past the security and then walked around without a purpose and got something to eat. In the meantime i worked on my sign. We made the mistake of not getting water afterwards and just made our way into the venue. When we got inside the venue tho the second opening act started playing. They were meh. And then we just sat there for a long time doing nothing but staring sadly at the giant poll that would block our view of louis on stage UNTIL the band appeared on the stage and THE CROWD WENT WILDDD the scream they let out made my ears RING AND THEN LOUIS WAS THERE AND HE STARTED SINGING THE GREATEST AND my life felt complete!! My heart was beating so fast and i felt lightheaded i just!!! Couldn’t believe my eyes!! I started screaming the lyrics right away. He was captivating, ethereal, powerful and OWNED the stage!!
So!! I do not remember the order of the songs but everything was amazing, he started off strong and kept it up. He did sound a bit off a few times but im guessing it has to do with the fact that he was tired bc of the previous shows. Anyways!! He literally KILLED KMM I did not want that song to end I couldn’t get enough!! He sounded SOOO good during Bigger Than Me! He hit those notes and you could tell that it’s a song that needs to be played live. Holding On To Heartache was such a moment my god he ate that UP!! That was one of the highlights for me i was really really impressed with how he sounded, he put his soul into that song and it showed! Shed a few tears as well cuz that song just hit different yk.. he did sing two 0neD songs which.. I didn’t sing along to because I genuinely didn’t know the lyrics and wasn’t going to try and remember 😭 so those were kind of the moment i let myself have a break from screaming and jumping. During WAOYF u could just tell the energy in the venue shifted. People were LOUD. As loud as the other one d songs LIKE HE KNOWS WHAT HE DID TO ALL OF US WITH THAT TRACK HE JUST KNOWS. Hearing WMI for the first time was such an experience!! The best way to describe it was nostalgic and just really sweet idk i loved it. Ok. I know I’ve heard copy like a thousand times now but… you guys the recorded version is NOTHING compared to the live version. I could feel myself ascending into heaven with every word it was just beyond words. One of my favourite moments or perhaps THE favourite part of the show for me. WALLS WAS ALSO NOSTALGIC AND I GOT TO SCREAM “you were my because” at louis with my whole heart!!!! That was so so so special definitely one of the moments i will never forget. Lucky Again was literally perfect he again hit the notes and it was perfection. The song that surprised me the most when heard live was probably Angels Fly because he just did it sooo well and had full control over the song it was just such a nice tune to hear live also one of my favourites! .Face The Music is one of the songs that sounds amazing live!! And 505… someone else did inform me that he will cover it but nothing and i mean NOTHING could have prepared me for what i heard that day. I was ON MY KNEES READY TO PLEASE HE was just so hot!!! So effortlessly hot and sexy it was almost too much for my heart. I caught myself shouting “with your hands between MY thighs” … not my proudest moment 😵💫 the most shocking moment was back to you ofc. i was losing my marbles when it started playing i was head empty no thoughts except for “what the fuck is happening is this a new track????” And louis starts singing and i am STILL TOO OUT OF IT TO UNDERSTAND THAT ITS BACK TO YOU so my friend had to tell me what song it is and then i was having the best time of my life. I don’t know how he managed to alter it into a rock version so perfectly but it’s not a surprise, anything that louis is involved in is absolute perfection. Out Of My System my beloved!! Could not get enough of it one of my faves. All This Time was another moment that made me emotional because it showed how louis loved performing that songs and put his heart into it. Silver Tongues was also one of my favs and i really REALLY wanted to be closer to the stage at that moment to see his chaotic ass in action 😭. They gave away free monsters when we left and a group of embarrassing people were doing a * karaoke but that’s irrelevant. Overall it was a perfect night and !! i got to meet @berlinini and @bbrox 🫶🏼
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hi. im having a really bad day. (cw for mean parents, academics)
my mother’s really mad at me because i’m approaching 30 and still unmarried and still without a master’s degree, and today she basically confirmed im a failure 😖 she knows it’s largely because my mental illness was untreated until this year, not that it matters. 🤣
can i request a quick drabble/scenario for how levi would respond/react to a reader going through this? just a sentence is enough! i’m at wit’s end right now. (turning to fanfic about my comfort character for help. 😭)
feel free to ignore if it’s too much! i get it, just typing this was way too much emotionally for me too. LOL
hi nonnie! i'm so sorry, i got this last night and was too out of it to write this 😭 i hope things at least feel a bit better or less intense today
this is also something i've dealt with—my dad literally just revealed to me the other day that he thinks my life is still a shitshow jkalfsd
notes/cw: mentions of mean parent, academics, self-loathing, levi being sweet and blunt at the same time because it's levi, just sweetness :3
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You tried to put on a smile for the sake of your boyfriend, but it felt next to impossible. After all, how could anyone smile after their parent openly called them to chastise them for things beyond their control? It didn't matter that you were struggling with your mental health, it didn't matter that the pieces just didn't line up for you to live that "traditional, prescribed path", all that mattered was that you didn't do it.
You told yourself you didn't care. You told yourself their opinion didn't matter—but part of it still did to you.
You hadn't eaten properly all day. All you've had was a mug of coffee and a piece of a potato chip that you've nibbled on throughout the day to test to see if you could eat. You couldn't. You tried your best to hide this, but you already knew that it was next to impossible to hide anything from Levi. The man was stupidly observant.
"What's going on?" Levi asked as he pulled up a chair next to you.
"Hmm?"
"You've been chewing on that damn potato chip all day and you haven't moved out of that chair in hours."
You glanced down at the chip and then up towards Levi, looking straight into his intense, gray eyes that had a worried look within them.
"Oh, have I?" you asked, genuinely unaware of how long you had been stuck in this position. Your phone was next face down next to you after you had flipped it upside down upon hanging up on a phone call from your mother, in which she had oh-so-kindly decided to provide you a report on her analysis of your life.
Levi glanced over towards your phone and then at your state. He sighed.
"It was your mom again, wasn't it?"
Your eyes slightly widened upon that question.
He knew. Levi always knew. No matter how much effort you put into hiding whatever it was that was bothering you, Levi always seemed to read straight into your soul.
You averted your gaze and nodded.
"Yeah...It was."
"What'd she say this time?"
It took you a while to respond.
"Just...the usual," you mumbled. "How disappointed she is that I haven't really finished school, or how I'm not even married yet, and that I'm-"
You took a shaky breath as you felt your emotions building. You felt like a lump was building in your throat and that your eyes were heating up. You gripped onto your leg in a desperate attempt to keep yourself together, especially in front of Levi.
"That you're what?" Levi asked gently.
"She basically confirmed that I'm a failure," you said, with your voice barely above a whisper as your felt tears building at the corners of your eyes. You opened your mouth to speak again, but Levi was faster.
"Do you seriously believe that?" he asked. The question was harsh, but his voice was gentle and instead of a frown, he only looked at you with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"What-"
"You heard me," he said, never taking his gaze off you as he grabbed your chin so that he was looking into your eyes.
"Do you really believe that?"
"I-I mean, she's right in that-"
"Right about what?" he asked again, challenging you.
"Well, I still don't have my Master's-"
"You had to withdraw because of your mental health condition," he said, before prompting you to go on.
"And I'm still not married-"
"And you really think that it's impossible to be happy or successful without it?"
You didn't respond. You knew he was right.
"Next?" he asked again, confident that he was going to succeed in invalidating everything your mother decided to throw at you.
You fell silent.
"I know you're trying to help, Levi," you whispered, "but I'm sorry if I can't find myself believing that I'm not a-"
You felt your lower lip quivering as the emotions began to boil over.
"-a f-failure," you said quietly, your voice breaking.
Levi wrapped his arms around you, pulling your head against his head.
"You're not a failure," he whispered. "You've been dealt unfair cards, and you've come so far despite it. It's her loss for not recognizing that."
You took comfort in listening to his heart beat as you buried your face into his chest.
"You're not a failure," he repeated. "If you want to finish school, you'll get there. If you don't, that's okay too. Just because you've struggled with your mental health doesn't mean you're deficient."
He pulled away so that he was looking into your eyes before gently flicking your forehead.
"So quit pitying yourself," he said, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he saw the pout that formed on your face. "You're capable of more than you know."
You rubbed at your forehead. Levi pulled you into a gentle kiss shortly after, with one hand gently placed on the side of your face. He lingered there for a few seconds, before resting his forehead on yours.
"Never doubt yourself, love," he whispered.
He gave you another quick kiss before standing up.
"Now, let me whip you up something to eat, so you get some food in you other than coffee and that damned potato chip."
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I know your requests are closed but ive been following you for a while and I absolutely love your stuff. I'm currently having a shit day as the father of my child is abusive both mentally and emotionally but as I can't work cause of issues I can't leave. If you can find it in your heart I'd love to know how Shritorizawa would react when they find out miss manager is with a mentally and emotionally abusive bf. Love uou and keep up the amazing work!!!
Oh anon 🥺 I'm so sorry you have to deal with this! As someone who has been through emotional and mental abuse by an ex, I can sympathize with you. Trust me when I say, no matter how hard it is being out of the relationship, it will make you feel a million times better doing so. Let me so what I can to help, and write you some headcannons with our sweet Shiratorizawa boys ❤
Being Shiratorizawa's Manager
❤️🩹 Shiratorizawa finds out Miss Manager❤️🩹
💔 is in an abusive relationship 💔
Shiratorizawa x female manager
Warnings: mentions of abusive relationship, angst to fluff, mentions of violence, swearing,, not edited 😅
Remember violence isn't the answer kids, un less it is 🙃
First off, let me start out by saying
Yn you are absolutely adored by these boys
Literally the pride and joy of SHIRATORIZAWA 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
You are beyond sweet and absolutely incredible as a manager
You know how to make Ushijima smile, how to encourage Goshiki, how to tame Tendou 😅
These boys absolutely adore you
So imagine their nerves when they found you you were dating someone
First off, super jealous 🤚🏻
But they wanted you to be happy and safe
To be fair, everything started out great
Your boyfriend was so adoring and caring
However, it started turning sour and going down hill
Soon you boyfriend started alienating you from friends and family
He started criticizing your clothing and your looks
"Do you like my new dress?"- you looking for any praise because YOU DESERVE IT
"It makes you look kind of big"- your idiot boyfriend
It honestly makes you feel insecure and so small
At first, you do a good job of hiding how bad your relationship is from the team
You act normally and things with then are great
But then, you start slipping
When the noise in the gym escalates, you flinch
Your boyfriends boing voice causing uou to fear any loud noises
Tendou and Semi notice right away
"YN are you ok?"- Tendou, concerned
"Oh yeah, sorry just the noise scared me"- you
"YN the gym is always loud"- Semi
"I guess I was just zoning out. I'm fine!"- you, smiling amd walking away
Tendou and Semi don't believe you at all
It isn't until Shirabu and Reon find you crying that things take a turn
"YN what's wrong?"- Reon and Shirabu say running up to you as you curl into a ball on the floor
"Nothing, nothing I'm ok"- you say, tears streaming down your eyes as you try to get up and get away
"YN did someone hurt you?"- Shirabu
"What? No no im ok"- You
Please YN everyone knows your lying but as a victim of abuse, your first instinct is flight
"I- I have to go"- you running away as Reon and Shirabu look on concerned
The next few days go by without incident
The team starts to wordy because your usually cherry deminer is now gone
You are basically on autopilot at this point
After practice, you are cleaning up the gym while the boys change when your boyfriend comes in
"YN! WHAT THE HELL? YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO MEET ME OUTSIDE"- your ex boyfriend
"Oh im sorry- I was just finishing cleaning up! I'll be put in a second!"- you, trying to help the situation
"Well forget it now! It's too late! You always make us late for everything. Can't you do one thing right? Can't your tiny brain just function normally once?"- you boyfriend shouts
At this point you begin to tear up and cry
"Oh now you're going to cry? Jesus YN grow the fuck up! You are such a baby! Get off the floor!"- you boyfriend says going to grab you and pull you up
"LET HER GO"- Ushijimas booming voice shouts from behind you
You stand back as the tears fall harder
Your embarrassing secret is now out and you can't hid it anymore
"Come on YN, let's get you out of here" Yamagata and Goshiko say as they lead you away
"What the fuck Yn?? You are just going to up and walk out?? You leave and we're done!"- your boyfriend
"Oh you two are definitely done!"- Tendou
Ushijima is FUMING mad 😠
Like Semi and Reon along with the rest of the team are so freaking mad
Honestly it's scary 😅
Yamagata and Goshiki lead you out and make sure you are ok
Suddenly, ushijima and the team come in
Tendou sits down next to you and pulls you into a big hug
"YN why didn't you tell us"- Semi, sitting next to you
"I- I was embarrashed"- you, tears still falling
"Did he hurt you YN?"- Reon
"Yeah he did"- You
"Then he deserves what he got"- Ushijima 😐
You 👉🏻👁👄👁 what did you do!
"Lets just say he won't ever come near you ever again YN"- Tendou
"Violence is never the answer YN"- Ushijima
"🤨 really? After what you just did out there?"- Shirabu
"Shhh Shirabu, shhh"- Semi
"We merely protected YN and assured he learned a lesson"- Tendou
Ushijima approaches you as you stand and hug him
He hugs you back ❤️
"I love you guys so much!"- You
"We love you too YN! Cuddle puddle!"- Tendou
"No"- Semi
"Come on Semi Semi"- Tendou
"Don't call me that!"- Semi
"Semi Semi please 🥺"- You
"Ok"- Semi 🙄
Tendou 👉🏻😐 really?
Please YN these boys would do anything for you!
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Could I request a yandere alphabet for Nagito Komaeda?
Wow! All the rest of them at once? Well I didn't put a limit I suppose!
Nagito Komaeda Remaining Yandere Alphabet
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
So fucking intensely Nagito Komaeda can not do things in halves. He is constantly leaving gifts and love letters and trying to have conversations. Once you're living with him he's even more lovey with constantly cooking food and basically willing to reshape his entire house to whatever whim his angel might have next. He's rich after all! Why shouldn't he do literally everything he can for you!
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Negatively, sighing about how its so beautiful to see their hope but how they're going about it all wrong. He'd try and talk you down at first with those sharp words of his, but if that doesn't work Komaeda is stronger then he looks. He will grab you and force you to stop if he must, such despair.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
Definitely anything that involves physical violence, Komaeda is completely willing to start chopping off limbs if he gets pushed too far. All while he babbles about how it's for their own good and the hope it will give them for pushing through this despair will be so amazing.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
He thinks other people are after his angel's hope, wanting to take it, snuff it out, hurt them. He can't abide it, no one else deserves this hope! So he does his best to isolate you for your own good.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Extremely sweet and loving, practically worshipping them and always keeping some form of contact with them. He wants their hope so badly, he wants them to smile. He's shy about initiating affection though, he is scum after all, is scum like him really allowed to kiss an angel's cheek?
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Komaeda is a lot more dominating when alone, while he tends to make himself small and obedient in public but in reality, Nagito is in charge. Sure he voices it like how it's in service to his angel, but at the end of the day he decides your meals, he decides your clothing, he decides when you wake up, he is in charge. For his angel's own good of course.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
So many rights, he gets final say in everything, he may make it sound like you have a choice, but you never do. The best you'll get is a nice room and good food, but beyond that, it's up to Nagito.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Incredibly patient, Nagito has no problem waiting, but even his patience isn't limitless. Try to not push him too hard or he may think he needs to do something drastic.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
The despair would break Komaeda hard, but eventually, he would recover, all despair leads to hope, and if this is the biggest despair of his life, then it'll, it'll bring him an even greater hope! He has to believe that!
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Yes, but it had to be done so he doesn't regret it. His angel needed to be brought in and protected and nurtured! Sure it feels wrong for scum like him to take care of someone so ultimate like that, but it's his duty! He just wishes they'd understand it's for their own good!
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Trauma for the most part, he sees himself as someone in service to a greater good and is used to great tragedy. As such he needs to protect himself by smothering the object of his affection to make sure they too do not leave him.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He doesn't like it, he tries to comfort them or explain what's going on but will sigh it's of no use and will leave until they've calmed down. Likely bringing them some nice tea to give them to help them relax. Isolating yourself is impossible though, he is always there and while he respects your privacy but as your caretaker he is in charge y'know, he will go into your room whether you like it or not.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Komaeda is Rich Rich Rich, he is much more likely to buy someone off then to actually engage in the more bloody side himself. He basically has infinite money, why not bribe everyone around you to make it easier for you to fall into his hands?
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
His luck cycle is your best bet, but good luck figuring out how to utilize it. Best bet is hoping he gets bad luck that loses you without killing you. Beyond that if you play into his Hope obsession you might be able to make an opening but it'll be nasty if he finds out you're faking.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Immense worship, his angel is EVERYTHING, he will do ANYTHING.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
A year or so to build up the obsession after which point they'll start heavily inserting himself into his angel's life.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
Yes, if they just refused to ever obey or bend to his will, eventually he will purposefully break his angel as much as he can so he can build them back up into true perfect pliant Hope. Do not push him to this point.
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Can I just say that except for a handful of characters (I can't think of anyone outside the main Yamanaka family and, like, the old farts of Konoha and the various clan heads and maybe a couple of people from other fandoms here and there) Shisui is very shippable with like, every other character in existence
Hey Anon so I'm going to blow this wildly out of proportion and say that you're absolutely right but Shisui isn't just the ideal character to ship with others but ALSO one of the best to play with in general in the sandbox of fanfiction. Like, let me say my piece-
Shisui is powerful. You can make him literally the baddest bitch out there and you wouldn't even be stretching things. Shisui ALSO has the potential to be pathetic (the hot mess of his death is just...so...so stupid) AND you can make the world's best damsel out of him. Shisui can save people and fix shit BUT he can also be saved and swept off his feet. What a versatile king.
And it goes on. Shisui is sunshine, he's the only Uchiha grinning in public and making friends and he laughs. He's also so fucking traumatised and tortured. You can make Shisui the heart-bruised hero or you can have him as the comedic chaos king or you can have him as baby boy who needs loved or you can have him as fucked up beyond belief but no one believes you because would a psychopath be the nicest person in his whole clan?
You could have shisui siding with Tobi and suddenly the whole world is rewritten because guess what you can't DETECT Kotoamatsukami-
Shisui can be a hero, THE hero, and he has the potential for a great villain, an even more heartbreaking Martyr. He's sweet and hurt, he's loud or sensitive, he grins in anger and he laughs in tears. Shisui contains a LOT of multitudes. I think he's really so baby boy for that.
And look at where he's situated in canon, in the power ranking, in the timeline. He holds Konoha's whole existence in his hands, he can tear into the past that led to that point AND he can reshape her future.
Shisui is painfully loyal but he's also willing to manipulate everyone he knows and loves for his own ideal of peace, stripping them of their autonomy in that moment. He's also willing to die, to actually kill himself, before letting others take that power. He's a genius, the kind that made him Itachi's mentor as a fellow child, and he was given arguably the most powerful and terrifying Mangekyou ability yet he made his name by revolutionising a basic technique, the Shunshin, into something legendary.
A bit of canon divergence and Shisui completely rewrites the world that Naruto's generation inherited. He's the legacy of Kagami, who was the legacy of Tobirama. There's so much you can do, forwards and backwards, with just this one character.
He's also, you're right, ideal for shipping. He's pretty, he's a genius, he's also a mess and an idiot. Frankly, who wouldn't want to kiss him lmao
Yeah, I'm a Shisui supremacist 😉
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Eimiko fluff because i thought about it and i think it's cute so please enjoy
No warnings
(Also idk anything about tumblr i only write for fun and it's usually 12am-3am ideas)
I thought it'd be cute if Ei did something out of her comfort zone for Miko
A thoughtful Meal
Ei can't cook. That is common knowledge by now. Were it anyone else she'd decline and she had before when the traveller asked if she could make them a meal she simply responded, "I can take care of anything else, but not that."
Of course she had tried multiple times to cook which ended up in absolute failure- somehow burning not just the food but the bowls and chopsticks as well.. at times she'd simply give up for the day and try again when it crossed her mind.
Miko visited her often with little gifts (sugar, spice and everything nice) and would hang out for hours and hours. Sometimes they'd go on small little dates together and enjoy each other's company. Ei realized that it was never her who went our of her way to visit, and that she was never the one to bring gifts or ask to hang out. So much time meditating about eternity by herself she often forgot about her relationships with others, including her "friend". But this time she was determined to make an effort. After reading many cooking books and analyzing them a little too literally she got to work. Miko's favorite food was Kitsune Udon and according to the book it was only 25 minutes of work. It can't be that hard, right?
1 hour later.
The kitchen and the food could only be described as a mess. How she managed to ruin such a simple recipe is beyond celestia's knowledge but she had the plate in hand and tried to make it look as good as possible though it didn't really help make it any appetizing..
Ei had called Miko already and luckily she arrived just in time, after all the walk from Narukami shrine to inazuma city was a long one.
"It must be important if you made me walk all the way from Mt. Yougou to over here.", Miko huffed. "I would never make you walk that far if it wasn't important!", responded Ei quickly as her lover sat down on the miniature futon, looking up at Ei in curiosity due to her oddly jittery behaviour.
"Is everything alright, Ei?"
"Yes, Just wait right there"
It only took a few moments for Ei to come back with a bowl with Miko's favorite food- an incredibly butchered version of it. Miko blinked for a moment, unsure of what to say.
"-this is, ah.. what is this?"
"Kitsune udon"
...
"Did you make this?"
"Yes- do you like it?"
Miko was torn.. was Ei being a sweetheart or trying to kill her? The food did not look edible at all but she couldn't help but gaze at Ei's hopeful expression. Waiting for her girlfriend to taste it, to anyone else the staring would be unnerving but not to Miko. Miko sighed, saying her goodbye to the world in her head as she finally did taste the food Ei spent so long making for her. First bite was hard to swallow.. Miko's eyes welled up with tears and how bad the taste was- seriously how did this girl mess up so bad? Miko didn't want to potentially poison herself but the thought that Ei wanted to do something nice for her made her heart skip a beat.. it was sweet, very sweet.. too sweet. It made her happy, so happy. Miko decided to simply put her life on the line and eat the whole bowl. She swallowed the food and put the chopstick down.
"Did you like it?" Ei's voice was soft, curious. But with an underlying tone of insecurity
"It was- edible"
Ei's eyes lit up- it was edible! That's better than she's ever accomplished. The sight being too cute to Miko who had stood up to be besides her girl. Ei looked at her with a soft smile as Miko pressed herself closer.
"I can't believe you tried cooking for me, what made you want to do it, hm?"
"I thought it'd be nice to do something for you for a change.."
"Thank you for the food- next time go easy on the salt though"
"I'll.. i'll keep that in mind"
And with that Miko took her beloved's cheek and pulled her into a sweet little kiss on the lips. Miko's lips lingered before pulling away and smiling at her.
"Since i'm already here and it's late you wouldn't possibly make me walk all the way to the shrine at this hour, would you?"
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Stars, Fate and everything in between
Summary: Murasakibara didn’t believe in fate, but damn did he believe that all the stars just so happened to align so you could meet that fateful day.
The first time he saw you, Murasakibara couldn’t help but admire you in a feeble attempt to picture how silky your hair would feel against his fingers. How your plump lips would feel against his cheek, or even how your fingers would rest against his own. Even better yet how your small figure would feel pressed against his much larger frame.
But most of all he couldn’t help, but stare as he saw you. You were the literal embodiment of his ideal type. Tall, and very considerable in the chest department. You probably had a even bigger chest then the girls he saw in Aomine’s porn magazines, but who was he really to compare? Compare you please he wouldn’t dream of it. You were beautiful all on your own accord might he add. Truly.
Beautiful was the first word that crossed his head when he first saw you. He came across you at a local convenience store, buying thirteen popsicles one late afternoon. His favorite popsicles, and now there was no more. Murasakibara was beyond pissed, and so before you escaped he cornered you, his strong, tall and build frame trapped you against a brick wall outside the convince store. Trapped against the wall, by his large build. He could only sigh as he saw your deep (e/c) orbs stare up at him.
“Did you really have to buy all thirteen of the popsicles?”
“Uh—" He waited for your retort to mind his business, but it never came instead you shuffled into your bag and reached in and grabbed a popsicle handing it to him.
“Thirteen? Damn just my luck. Here’s an idea, why don’t you have it. Tall-kun?”
Just his luck? Your just like Midorima. Believing in all that astrology and superstitious crap. But he couldn’t help the pang in his chest as he saw you smile, before running off. And so just like that he was love sick, and was now a firm believer in fate.
“Plus twelve is my lucky number today.”
The second time Murasakibara saw you again, was at the same convenience store buying yet another type of snack. Potato chips, his favorite kind no less. But to make matters worse they were no more. He huffed, and puffed as he stormed to the cashier, and informed them of there being no more on the display. And just as the poor cashier was fumbling around you placed a second bag of chips on the counter and slide it to the cashier.
“Just these, please.” Murasakibara couldn’t help, but frown as you paid, and just as he was about to make his exit you stopped him by tugging on his sleeve, and placing the bag of chips in his hand.
“I heard, sharing is caring. Plus my horoscope said I should do one good deed a day, and also cut down on the gluten. So enjoy the chips, Tall-kun.”
And like always you gave him a sweet smile before taking your leave. He could only stare as you retreated back to your own activities. And just his luck he couldn’t help admire the way your hips moved side to side. Maybe he’ll get Aomine to help explain some things to him, he was also a guy after all.
The third time he met you were devouring a bunch of snacks on your own. Not like he was one to talk, but he was amazed at how your delicate body could digest such amounts of food. It was amazing really.
Your eyes were tear-stained and puffy. Maybe you failed a tested, or got yelled by your parents or maybe you got into a fight with your boyfriend— and that thought alone sent a twisting motion against his stomach that made him suck in a breath. But as he glanced at you he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as he heard you on the phone saying.
“Onii-Chan lost the tournament. No wonder. My horoscope said, sometime bad would happen today. Ugh! But don’t worry, he’ll be fine he’s the king of the court, after all. Oops did I say that out loud? My bad.”
He saw you wallow in despair, and he felt like he was just hit by a truck. He could only clinch his fists and then a second later he returned with a popsicle in hand. Without a word he placed the cold treat against your cheek before taking his leave. And with that, he smiled knowingly. Because you didn’t have a boyfriend as far as he knew of.
It was a distant voice, but he caught it.
“Thanks, Tall-kun!”
And so just before another official match he reached out, and met Midorima. To get a better understanding of you. To his shock, Midorima laughed and smirked.
“You finally realized the importance of horoscopes?”
“No. I just like this girl who happens to like stuff like that.”
“Like that?”
“Horoscopes, superstition even.” Midorima could only hum in response. A quizzical look cast across his features. And a growing curiosity loomed against the air.
“You must be joking? Right? You liking a girl, that’s news to me. I thought the only thing you actually liked were snacks.”
“Oh come on, I’m a man too you know.”
“Why don’t you ask Aomine or Kise. They might be better for these type of things.”
“Alright.” And with that he was off to find his old team mates. But just as he was set on his way, he saw his shoe untied. And just as he kneeled down, he felt a sudden whoosh pass by. With a serious look, he caught a glimpse of you jumping over him towards the gymnasium at a incredible pace. He couldn’t, help but be in complete awe of admiration as you turned back, and give a sincere smile as you yelled out a apology.
“Sorry, Tall-kun!”
He couldn’t help, but hear his teammates snicker and compliment your agility, but what irked him was how they complimented you on your appearance. Tall, pretty eyes, a big bust and the agility to move, the innuendo caught him off guard he won’t lie. As his teammates comments he couldn’t help, but let his anger get the better of him.
“Like hell you guys would ever have a chance. Maybe in a million years.” Atsushi Murasakibara was a man of many talents, but only thing he desperately wanted was your heart. He swore then, and there he would find some way to get it. And by no means would he ever let somebody else set there sights on you, not if he could help it.
And so that’s how he soon found himself confiding in Kise, and asking for advice on the topic.
“Your good with girls right, Kise?”
“Yeah, but why you asking? You want me to set you up with someone? Like on a date, I’ll do it if you ask nicely.”
Murasakibara could only shake his head, and a small smile graced his lips.
“I’m just curious, how do I get a girl to notice me.” Kise could only stare at the giant, and sigh as he looked at him.
“First things first, do you actually know the girl?” Murasakibara could only stare blankly at the blond man infront of him.
“Don’t tell me, you had a meet-cute?”
“Meet-cute? What’s that?”
“Honestly. A meet-cute is a amusing or charming first encounter between two characters that leads to the development of a romantic relationship between them. Typically only happens in movies or soap operas. But on the rare occasion, real life too. So where and how did you meet her?”
“At the conscience store.”
“Oh let me take a guess, she’s a pretty cash register lady, and you so happened to be short on change so she spotted for you?”
“Nope. She gave me a popsicle.”
“Is that it?! Was that all it took for you to fall in love?!”
“She also gave me a bag of my favorite potato chips brand, the last one.” Kise stood in disbelief as he stared at the purple haired giant.
“Is she pretty?” Murasakibara could shake his head and a small smile graced his lips.
“She’s beautiful. Plus she’s also my ideal type. It was literally love at first sight, I swear.” Kise could only scoff in disbelief, and roll his eyes. All this cutesy talk was making him sick to his stomach.
“Well good luck with that. Next time try to actually talk to the girl, don’t be a chicken.”
“Hmm, I will.” Murasakibara couldn’t help, but smile at the thought of seeing you again. And just as he made his way to the connivance store, he passed by what appeared to be a group of high schoolers making their way inside as well.
“Hey, Kageyama.”
“Hmm? What?”
“I can’t believe (Y/n) ran all the way to the arena in time just before the tournament started. She’s amazing.” Murasakibara couldn’t help but have his ears perk up at the conversation.
“Well she didn’t have too, but she had no choice since you were crying saying you mixed up Hinata’s gym bag. Idiot, honestly.”
“She used to be on the track & field team in middle school.”
“So does she still complete?”
“(Y/n)? Ah no, she had to quit, and since then she rarely ever competes.”
“She quit?”
“Before she quit once due to a injury. I think she was in a competition, and she slipped, and rolling her ankle that subsequently severely fractured it. She had a cast on for a few months then after that a foot supporter for another few months. The doctors said the only way for her to run competitively again is to get surgery; and do intensive rehabilitation, but she never went through with getting it. Since then she was never the same. She’s been doing better, she actually seems happier then ever.”
“But then later she had further health issues which complicated her recovery and subsequently created conflicts with her running. So as to not burden the team any further, she withdrew from further competitions.” The room grew quiet as everyone waited on his next words.
No one could help, but catch the sullen look his features held or the dull gaze the boy’s eyes held as he continued to talk to his group of friends.
“But don’t worry she’s fine now. Still the biggest pain, ever.”
“Bigger than Hinata?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” At this a small child clad in a similar team Jersey interjected, huffed out a complaint.
“I’ll have you know, I’m a delight to be around.”
“Yeah keep telling yourself that. Chibi-chan.”
Soon the days passed, and still you didn’t show up to the conscience store. He was worried, if he thought about it. Maybe what those first year club members said seemed like a lot. He wondered if his suspicions were true. Was it really you? Did something happen to you? Were you unwell again? He hoped not.
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(This part was supposed to be my original idea but I couldn’t help myself, and made it a full scenario. I have officially become a Atsushi Murasakibara simp ;)
It was just his usual snack run; when he saw you again. You were pretty, and tall in all your glory. The literal embodiment of perfection, and everything in between. He couldn’t deny that, but the way you pouted as your ice cream fell set a fire within him. He ran back inside the store and purchased his favorite kind, and ran back out. And lo and behold you were still there pouting as you kicked the nearby pebbles back and forth with your feet.
“You can have this one, I accidentally bought a extra.” You looked up to the direction of where a familiar voice came from when suddenly you smiled up at him as you took the popsicle. He happily watched as you licked, and plopped the popsicle against your lips. As he watched you finish the popsicle he couldn’t help, but softly pout. He dreaded the mere thought of you leaving and him never seeing you, again. But as luck would have it, you gave a cheeky smile as you reached the end of your popsicle, the popsicle stick was engraved with a small quote.
“Happiness is all the ice cream you can eat.”
He swore his heart skipped a few beats as he saw you laugh.
“Thanks for the popsicle. Tall-kun.” But just as you were about to leave, Murasakibara grabs your hand, and looks at you.
“I’ll buy you even more treats if you go out with me. At least once, please.” Taken aback by his last comment, you could only ruffle through your bag and take out a marker. He saw you scribble something down on the back of the popsicle stick, and give it to him.
“My phone number, call me sometime this week. I like snacks, but I’ll love a proper meal next time. Until then.”
And with that you blew him a kiss before walking, but just as he began to think anymore you turned back around and yelled
“Oh by the way my name’s (Y/n). (Y/n) Kageyama.”
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But just like that he found you at the convenience store, and just his luck you were eating the last popsicle yet again.
“Wait, don’t you want to know my name as well?” You looked back at him and held a cheeky smile against your pink lips.
“Nope. I heard about you from Midorima. Now that one, is a firm believer in fate. But I gotta say I think I have him beat in that department, right, Murasakibara Aksushi?”
At your words, Murasakibara couldn’t help, but have his whole face heat up.
“No fair, you knew my name all along.” He couldn’t help but catch the smile forming at the end of your pink lips as you glanced up at him.
“It was outside the gym, I saw you talking to Modorima before the tournament. I didn’t really have to ask because your name was written on your bag. But if I’m telling the truth, I asked him anyway. Just so you know, it was more like love at third sight. Three is my lucky number after all.”
And with a knowing smile you couldn’t help, but let out a chuckle.
“I expect a amazing dinner date. But I’ll make due with a snack one too. I’ll meet you then. Make sure this time you make a move. I’ll be waiting, Tall-kun.”
But what could he do, now he was a firm believer in fate. And as he saw your retreating figure, he couldn’t help, but smile. He wouldn’t go as far as say he understood Midorima now, but he couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Fate really did exist and it goes by the name of (Y/n) Kageyama.
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Three's a Charm
warnings/notes: NSFW, spoilers about one of the endings, spoilers about Sym's full name and species, spoilers about dys, dys is an embo it's a new word I made up for the emo himbo, just started finkin bout Dys n triplets with reader so here's some hcs and snippets. this turned into an very long simp-fest somewhere along lmao so lots of very kinky snu-snu, bits about Sym being a GodGardenfather included bc he loves kids, and tidbits ab Dys being a dad :3
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-first things first it took a bit of convincing
-he was wary at first bc of his mom and how would he be a good dad, out for months at a time????
-but like at the same time, he understood, ya'know??? sweet lil u, always as touch starved as he is when he returns to the colony, he always feels so bad when he leaves you behind, and believe me when I say he tried to stay. it did not go well at all, he was literally teetering overhead a mental meltdown so you had to kick him out for his own mental health.
-bbs that smell like him and resemble him would soothe you and his worry about leaving you without a piece of him 🥰
-everybody thought y'all would be one of the first parents and making more after you made that deal with the gardeners, because of how clingy of a couple you two were, literally joined by your hands and how much time you two spent alone together
-y'all lmfao I don't think you know bc of his chronic wanderlust and how he's away months at a time, but my man has high libido and saying that is a literal understatement
-he is obsessed with you, like borderline yandere but even that's pushing it
-he melts under your touch, he's so dependent on your love
-majority of the time this escalates from cuddling to mating like animals bc like I said, high libido
-when he returns from expeditions, expect to be fucked out, every night until dawn, for a freaking week at least istg 😩
- ^^^ this is why you both got contraceptive implants, like the best ones which can be removed at any time
-he can't get enough, especially if you cling to him during sex like your life depended on him. his heart, his soul, his brain, his body, everything is on overdrive bc he so badly wants to love and be loved back with every fiber of his being, only way he knows how is fucking your brains out pls 😭😭
-man is very handsy behind closed doors, always touching and groping you like it's the very first time, and if you were the same? if he could, he'd have hearts in his eyes
-he likely knows your body better than he knows his, so expect him to tenderly overwhelm you into squirting
-first time he made you squirt, he made it his mission to go above and beyond
-praise kink go brrr--
"Thaaaat's it, beautiful. F-Fuckin'-oh, hahh--squirt f'me, pretty baby, please?"
"Sh-Show me, sugarbug. Please, baby, show me--ooh, h-how good I make you feel."
-due to his augmentation, he's literally not afraid of anything, even pain
-so fucking overstimulate him
-he lives for your touch, so have your way with him milk him dry, it's all the same to him, long as you touch him, he's so hungry for your attention to the point of self destruction
-he's a cheeky bastard so you gotta work for it at first
-you never thought a man could squirt until you gave in and gave him what he wanted so desperately
"Fucking--just touch me, already, I can take it, oh stars--you know I can, Y/N, please!"
" 'til 'm shootin' blanks, fuckin' stars, s-s'good!"
-his tears are God tier, like chef's kiss gorgeous
-pretty onyx hues glassy n rolling to the back of his head 🥺
-you were genuinely surprised how intense his orgasm was, n how much cum came squirtin out of him and how far the shot went omg 🥵
-don't remind him, he's still embarrassed that he passed out after that poor bb😭
-any position you can think of, you are you and he wants you for as long as possible.
-despite his initial weariness of knocking you up, he goes full throttle when it's time. it's breeding season, honey.
-when you tell him, 'daddy, plant your seed~' when he's balls deep in your cunt, all train of thought comes to a crashing wailing halt. he completely loses all rhyme or reason, everything except for breeding like a goddamn jack rabbit thrown right out the fucking window. he won't let you go until it takes.
Curses pass his lips like a mantra; he's close, again. He has you caged down in a mating press like an animal, mounted on your overworked wriggling form, his cock bullying your cervix you could almost swear was starting to bruise. You've creamed and been creamed so many times, you've completely lost count. You can only squeal for his baby juice and claw at him the nth time he empties his load and uselessly kick your legs in the air as the sheer weight of his cock sends you over the edge yet again, your cock-drunk babbles only spurring him on.
Your husband was obsessed with you…and it turns out he's hidden a huge breeding kink without either of you knowing about it.
He won't let you go, oh stars, no-he has stamina for days. Not until he either starts shootin' blanks, or passes out. It's highly likely the latter.
You want that baby, right, sugarbug? Keep clinging to him like your life depends on it. Vertumna, just keep begging for his seed, it sends him over the edge every damn time. Never fuckin' fails.
-and oh boy, does it ever take. his sperm count is on the high side and he's a very healthy specimen, and you don't find this out until a few weeks along in your pregnancy
Symbiosis was incredibly taken by your pregnancy. He was a very close friend, always there to help you with your morning sickness among just about every other thing, and a huge cuddle buddy when your hormones started going out of whack. You were hot, then you were cold, both in the physical and emotional sense, and Sym was just the right temperature and ever-patient. It was cute, really, how awestruck he was by your growing belly.
He was incredibly supportive, easily sliding into the position of God-or Gardenfather, rather-of the life inside you quite perfectly, even more so after Dysthymia left a month after the news of success, succumbing to his innate wanderlust.
It wasn't until Sym asked, one day, if you were supposed to grow this fast. The colony had yet to see a pair of twins, and this being your first pregnancy, fear and worry for the worst settled into your bones, and a visit to med bay later, you found you were having not twins…
But healthy triplets, courtesy of your husband's fecundity.
Sym was excited, and that was an understatement. One of the two humans he loved dearly carried not one, not two, but three precious offspring. One of the many reasons he'd put his very existence on the line for, to see your lovely species proliferate. You and your husband proved not so long ago to him, his trust in you was not mistaken; it was well appreciated.
It was about one week later when Dys returned, to see you as heavy as he remembers Tammy, when she was later along, and if he didn't lose track of time, you were nearing the end of your first trimester, and just moving onto your second.
You were curled up right beside Sym, completely conked out with evidence of crying on your face, tissues and snacks long abandoned in favor of much needed sleep. The alien was wide awake, hand still in the rhythm of comforting strokes along your back.
It's juvenile of him, he knows, but Dys feels a spark of jealousy briefly ignite in him, seeing you so comfortable in someone else's arms. It's quickly overridden by wonder, however, when he sees just how pregnant you are as he approaches quietly.
The familiar earthy musk that wafts into the room has your nose doing a bunny twitch. Your pregnancy has heightened some of your senses, if not all; your sense of smell being one of them. In your waking moments, he glances to Sym questioningly. How in Vertumna did you get this big? Was he gone that long??
In turn, the Gardener gave a cryptic smile as you outstretched your arm, drowsily latching onto your husband, almost instinctively. You knew his scent by heart. "Dyyyyys…" you croaked hoarsely.
"Hello, beautiful." he greets you with a smile, and you only hum contentedly. Sym, out of habit, helps guide your form towards Dys-something he'd picked up from being by your side from the moment he learned you were carrying.
"Whoa, there, I just got home." he starts as you awkwardly koala hug him and attempt to bring him back down with you, "I need to shower, babe." propping himself up, mindful of your belly. You scrunch your face before sleepily crooning an "I don't caaaare…"
"Well, I do. It'll give you a moment to wake up, and when I'm done, I can tell you what happened out there after you tell me what happened here, okay?" he tells you, leaning down to plant a sweet kiss on you, which you return after a brief few moments.
"Okay?" he repeats softly against your lips, and you hum in reply, finally letting him go with a soft, happy "Welcome home."
-when he learns he planted triplets in you, he will go through so many emotions at once. there's the masculine thrill of he's knocked up his sweet obsession so heavily and the possessive pride that you're carrying his kids, plus the worry what if something goes wrong, especially if he's away??? stars, beautiful! everything is very overwhelming, especially the fact your growing tummy does things to him
-you thought he was handsy before? you are in for a surprise, especially when he feels them move/kick/punch for the first time
-pregnancy sex
-please for the love of Vertumna don't deprive him of lovin'! getting you off is his love language
-if he wasn't fascinated with your tits before oh boy he is now
-watching your tits plump up with milk he's mesmerized
-he learns very quickly your nipples are uber sensitive so he pays very special attention to them
-when you're full and sore and leaking go to him, he's so skilled with his hands he will make you cum from your tits alone he's got a lactation kink but he won't admit it
Your chest heaves as you pant heavily, still shivering from the aftershocks from the nipple orgasms your husband put you through, thick dribbles of milk still oozing from each one-though not as much as before, his hands having given you relief from carrying too much of the substance.
"You're so gorgeous, Y/N." you hear him praise you, as he takes your trembling legs and hoists them onto one shoulder. "Ready, beautiful? Need to give you some love here, too." he says, and a moment later you feel his heavy cock head against your pulsing entrance.
You weakly wiggle your hips, impatient for him to fill you up already. He laughs softly, nudging against your eager hole before sliding in. You croon and he all but shudders as your gummy insides greedily pull him in; and he's happy to oblige, sinking balls deep into your pregnant cunt.
"Hhh--fuck, gimme a moment, pretty…" he huffs, his hand traveling to caress your tummy.
-he's low-key dreading the time you pop, knowing full well how it is it's excruciating and he hates it when you're in pain outside controlled bedroom activities
-as you're carrying the colony's first set of triplets, he's banned from med bay along with all other non-medical personal
-anxiety
-and that's an understatement
-man will pace
-and he will get worse with every cry and wail
-paranoia
-not even Sym can stop him when he hears the sound of your final exhausted scream followed by his third bb starting to wail with their older siblins ssob 🥺
"Let me through!" he shouts. "Dys, I don't think it's wise, man. I know how you--" "No! You don't, so don't even--" he argues with Cal defensively, grabbing his shirt. In turn, Cal's hands fly up peaceably, with a sheepish 'Now, I ain't trying to fight, dude.' which earns him a shove. "Dys, they will be okay." Sym tries to placate him.
"Don't you start, too, Sym." he meets the alien with uncharacteristic sharpness, a surge of agitation rushing through him, heart thrumming against his ribcage anxiously.
Never again. You sounded like you were in agony.
"They need me, they just gave birth to my kids, for Vertumna's sake!" he swears, pushing his way through.
No more kids, even if you wanted them. If the outcome hurts you, never again.
He was worried half to death. "I need to see if they're oh--" he opens the door, trailing off as he sees you.
Your tired, puffy red eyes lift from the triplets, one in each arm and one dozing off on your chest. You smile sweetly at him, and his pattering heart skips a beat. Calling you beautiful would be an understatement.
Before he knows it, he's by your side, Tammy's giggles and Instance's muttering be damned. He does offer a glance to his twin. Tang simply shrugs her shoulders, nodding to you and the three you held.
The room is then emptied, leaving only him, you, and the amalgamation of your love. He kisses your sweaty temple, gazing in awe at the three wrinkly little wonders. They were smaller than he thought they'd be.
You eventually rest your eyes, smiling serenely, content with the silence. So small and fragile…he was almost afraid to touch them. Almost, but for the most part, uneasy and insecure.
He couldn't get his eyes off of them. One begins to squirm for a brief few moments, and you huff softly, looking up to him then down to the newborns, so much love in your gaze.
Very hesitantly, he reaches out a finger to the fitful one, the other two sound asleep. The newborn latches onto his finger, turns their head with a soft grunt, and opens their eyes.
Their sweet hues were crossed, and the toothless grin that plasters into their face? It's priceless. He feels a hole in him fill right up, and tears begin to form.
What did he do to deserve such precious things?
You've given him the greatest gifts he could ever receive, and then some.
-after he officially enters fatherhood, you will notice things change in him.
-it's gradual and these changes start off small, but they are there
-and the first one is he smiles more
-he's smitten with his triplets, always distracting himself with them when you need to sleep.
-he's in over his head at first, but with Sym's guidance from being a nanny for gaggles of kids, he soon learns the ropes
It's only been a few minutes since he's managed to put them to sleep, and he himself was especially tired. He can't help but continue watching the three infants resting on his arm, the heaviness of exhaustion becoming all the more apparent as his eyes burn for sleep.
Sleep.
It's only been a few months since the trio was born, but he's come to realize many things.
Each one of them, in their own ways, filled in the cracks that had formed within him throughout his life.
They, alongside you, made him feel more human.
The moment he saw you on the medical bed holding them, he knew he was enough, just as he was. The colony wasn't a cage, but a nest-a safe place for him you've kept throughout the years, always welcoming him back with open loving arms.
The wall he built, taller and taller; it doesn't crumble into nothing. He's free to come and go, at any point. He simply chooses to stay longer. You needed him. The triplets needed him.
The four of you always brought new discoveries, and he was eager to explore the family dynamic.
The oldest grunts just as he's about to doze off, and he flicks on his holopalm to record from habit, onyx hues wide and wakeful, now. A few moments pass, followed by the slow stretch of tiny limbs, and…
'Da…' a soft, but unmistakable word sounds. Pure joy blooms from his heart, his free hand flying to cover his mouth. He stares at the blip that was recording him and the trio, eyes becoming damp. He slides his hand down, and whispers;
"Did you hear that, beautiful? C/N's first word…they're dreamin', baby."
-he is always prepared to document their milestones, no matter how small when he's in the colony
-know how kids usually scream for the parent who was pregnant with them?
-well
-these three scream for Daddy when they throw fits.
-it's like they have a built-in 'Dad's home!' radar, too. and this means most of their tantrums are thrown when it's time for Dys to come home. they're MENACES istg 😭
"NOOOO!!!" the most powerful set of lungs of the trio wails indignantly, Sym's placating voice drowned out into the background, the other two sobbing for their father, huddled up against their triplet.
This builds up for a few days, and they eventually break out of the creche and scamper off to the gates, demanding their dad like the people there can make him come home sooner. Once in a blue moon, he's late, and it takes a lot of work on his part to calm them down.
This usually leads to an exhausted Dysthymia completely conked out with three equally as tired kids cradled by him. And this will happen anywhere in the colony, so you always find yourself guarding their precious nap. They don't get to see each other for months at a time, after all. 🥺
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Hi my friend 💙
I have a request from the 12 prompts list!
I would love to read your take on nr. 10 with, you probably guessed it, Nanami 😍
You can make it as angsty as you want (maybe some smutty stuff too? I wouldn't mind 😇 but only if you're up for it).
Thank you in advance! 🥰
I'm so sorry this took so long. I was feeling a little over angsty to be writing angst, ya know? There's an optimum level haha
I kept this pretty simple, may expand on it later when I'm feeling more poetic but really wanted to get some angsty fluff out into the world.
Enjoy, my friend :)
Kento tries, truly he does. He tries to show hope, tries to believe that the sun will rise tomorrow.
He's tried to tell her that everything will be alright, but Nanami has never been a good liar, not to those he loves. Dear God, he does so love her.
He loves the coffee she makes, loves the warmth of her hugs and the sight of her just being herself around their shared home gives him life.
With love, comes hate. Someone told him that once, and like many things in young life, he didn't get it.
It made sense when he learned to hate the way she tears herself apart and pushes on anyway. Hates that she won't give herself the chance to heal before wounding herself all over again; sometimes literally.
Ironic really, the ecstasy of love and life comes on the coattails of detesting the way that person treats themselves.
Kento knows he does the same thing, knows it, and ignores it.
He can handle it, he tells himself, he can hide it and he'll have time later to recover...
One thing no one ever has enough of, time. Especially not sorcerers.
Each day had all of the potential to be his last, and hers.
That "see you tomorrow" may never come true. Doesn't stop them from saying it anyway.
Wishful thinking.
Coming home to her is a pleasure...coming home to her stood over the sink, washing dishes with tears rolling down her cheeks?
Kento had enough.
Cradling her back to his chest, he feels her go stiff, fighting the sobs into sniffles while she tries to rinse dishes.
'Enough.' Kento muttered. Still, she scrubbed. 'Stop...(Y/N) just stop.'
She huffed, slamming her hands down against the edge of the sink with a wet slap. 'Why, Kento? Just let me do it.'
'Don't, don't.' Turning her to face him, he cups her cheeks and forces her teary eyes to his. 'Don't treat the person I love like this!'
Startled, eyes wide, she stares up at him helplessly, clinging to his sleeves with shaking fingers.
'I can't do this (Y/N), you rip yourself apart and expect me to watch?! I’ll put you back together as many times as you need me too, but you need to stop being the one ripping out the stitches.'
'You're one to talk...' Voice cracking, she pushed on, forcing his hands down onto her shoulders so she could speak more clearly. 'When were you going to tell me?'
Kento opened his mouth, ready to ask what she meant, before realising he knew exactly who she meant. 'Itadori, doesn't deserve his lot in life. He's a child.'
'And you thought I'd disagree?!' (Y/N) snapped past the lump in her throat. 'I told you to bring him hear! I told you I'd fight the fucking council over that execution! You know I'd win.'
Kento smiled wistfully 'You would.'
'So why in all fuckery did you-hmmph!'
Maybe words and lying were beyond him. Maybe Kento will just leave that sweet talking nonsense to Gojo and just fucking kiss the woman he loves until neither of them can think remotely straight.
Her body slips naturally against his, the place it belongs. Warm, alive, steady and strong.
It's the body that carries her out of the house every day, the body she wields like a weapon against the world, the one she loves and hates every time she looks in the mirror.
He realizes then, that he doesn't hate those parts of her that rip and clunk, the parts that make her get up and keep trying even when she's battered and done. Those are the parts that make her, that parts that got stronger each time life tried to break her.
Cradling her close, aching for every inch of her skin under his palms, Kento finds those eyes, full of love and life, and doubts nothing in this world.
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Anon's #2 beautifully sad story made me think of another example where someone did something despicable. Read it for yourself. Your Strawberry
The book
He knocked briefly and then entered her office. Three pairs of eyes looked at him. "I read your message," he explained. She nodded. "Would you excuse us, please?" he turned to her two co-workers. They immediately stood up and left the room. She could literally feel his anger and when the door had closed, he formulated, stunned, "This can't be serious." "Yes, she is," she said quietly. "I can't believe it. What is she trying to achieve? What does she want to write anyway?" he turned to her. "A novel about us," she brought laboriously to her lips. "Because she knows so much about us," he added sarcastically. "That's just beyond belief." He ruffled his hair and paced restlessly. "How can anyone be so hypocritical. She tells you she's your friend and then she plunges a dagger in your back about publishing a book." At that moment he realised how little she had said since he had entered the room. "What do you say to that?" he asked demandingly.
For the first time since he had entered the room, he looked at her properly and took notice of her consciously. As he did so, he realised how distraught she seemed. She was looking at him, but seemed to be looking through him. He noticed how she was breathing shallowly and how she was holding on to the armrests of the chair with her hands. He could literally feel how shaken she was. Concerned, he approached her and squatted down in front of her. "Look at me," he asked softly, feeling her eyes search his. "Breathe in and out slowly." Then he touched her ice-cold hands. "Let go," he begged again, and immediately grasped her hands as she loosened them. Without another word, he rose, grasping her hips as he did so and pulling her tightly against him. Reassured, he felt her return his embrace and lean her head against his shoulder.
He heard her whisper. "I can't take any more and I don't want to. We can't trust anyone." The pain in her voice was unmistakable. He stroked her back. "I don't want anyone to write about us. I don't want us to be talked about. I don't want our relationship exposed." "I know," he said with a sigh. In a tear choked voice she added, "It will never stop." "Please don't cry," he pleaded. "What can we do?" she asked desperately. "I will talk to my counsellors and find a solution, but you must calm down."
He pushed her slightly away from him and grasped her shoulders. She sought his gaze. "You need to stop obsessing over this," he said sternly. "You are not alone. We've been through and survived everything together until now. This woman will not succeed in bringing us to our knees." He paused and continued, "This," he touched her tear-stained cheeks with one finger, "is not you. You're not going to let this get you down because someone wants to write a book about us. It's not the first and it won't be the last." He clasped her chin and held her face so that she had to look at him. "You are brave, strong and confident. A rebel doesn't give up when she's come this far. You don't give up!" he insisted.
With a small smile, she asked him, "I need you to hug me again to give me some of your strength." Grinning, he complied with her request, for he realised that his words had helped. She had regained her composure. Again he stroked her back and thought about what he would do next.
Hellooo sweet 🍓! ❤️
Aaww such a touchy piece 🥺 The bitch playing Brigitte’s friend and then just writing a book for the fame and money 😤
Yes, they really can’t trust anyone... other than each other ❤️
Emmanuel’s strength, maybe even when he’s on the edge of breaking too, just for Brigitte, to reassure her, to make her feel good... no words are enough to describe this love and connection 🤧❤️
Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️
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