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flowerandblood · 4 months
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The Fall from the Heavens
[ dark • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]
[ warnings: kissing, angst, arranged engagement, violence, swearing, humiliation, bullying, chauvinism ]
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[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]
The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshot Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They are the same characters and it shows what would have happened between them − I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.
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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
Next chapters: Masterlist
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He had always felt that he lacked something. Part of him claimed that if a dragon had hatched from his egg, things would have been different, however, years later, he recognised that this was not entirely true.
Aegon had a gift for light-hearted conversation, an ironic humour that he lacked. He kept telling him to smile at last, to get his nose out of his books, that he was boring, perpetually serious and withdrawn. He preferred to spend time with Jace and Luke, they were louder and funnier than him, they understood him, they had dragons, they had what he was missing.
They didn't spare unpleasant comments even to their own sister, calling her a hamster, most likely referring to her rosy, firm cheeks and big dark eyes.
He could see that she was running away from them crying, but he wasn't going to comfort her. She was a girl, her world seemed to him as distant as Essos, completely incomprehensible to him, filled with beautiful gowns, embroidery and music.
The only thing they had in common was books.
They bumped into each other occasionally in the library, and although at first they simply pretended not to see one another, one day she dared to sit next to him as he looked through the family tree of their ancestors.
"What are you doing?" She asked, placing the large volume on the table in front of them with difficulty. He huffed as the dust that rose with her movement reached his nostrils, out of the corner of his eye he noticed that it was The Great History of Aegon the Conqueror.
He did not reply, turning the page of the book, not knowing why he should explain it to her.
He didn't believe her, didn't trust her, didn't want her.
She was a bastard, though she probably didn't know it herself, wallowing in riches like a princess even though she didn't deserve them.
He didn't want her pity, attention or anything else she could give him.
He didn't want to be her second choice, the place she ran to because her brothers were mean to her. He had his own, in his mind very adult, worries and he didn't want to listen to hers.
"Is this a book dedicated to our family history?" She asked softly, leaning out so that she could see what he was reading. She stood up coming closer to him and he pressed his lips together when he smelled her pleasant scent, some intense vanilla oil.
He felt a tightening and burbling in his stomach at the thought of the cake that smelled similar, which his mother had ordered to be baked for his Name Day a few months earlier.
"Ah, our family tree. Where are we?" She asked cheerfully, as if intrigued, and he sighed heavily, reluctantly flipping forward a few pages, tracing their line with his finger, showing her a place at the very end.
He swallowed loudly as he saw how Laenor Velaryon was written in the space where her father was inscribed, trying not to smile with mockery.
She leaned lower, looking at the area he had pointed at, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, her cheek right next to his.
He was surprised at how different they were, apart from the obvious fact that he was a man and she was a woman.
His eyelashes were almost white and translucent and hers were black, long, surrounding her dark eyes making them seem even bigger to him. His skin pale, thin as parchment when hers was flushed and full of life, her lips plump and moist, her nose shapely and straight, the contour of her face gentle as his jaw was outlined sharply.
And finally, his hair, the colour of Targaryen's, the white she lacked, her luscious black curls falling gently down her back was visible proof of who her father was.
Although he liked to mock her in spirit, he couldn't say she was ugly or repulsive.
"Would you marry Helaena if our King so commanded?" She asked curiously, glancing sideways at his seated figure. He lifted his gaze to her and sighed heavily, figuring that nothing would happen if he spoke to her for a while.
She was simply bored, like himself, and he didn't get the impression that she had come to entertain herself at his expense. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes. I would do my duty as a Prince and son of the King." He said lowly, solemnly, fiddling between his fingers with the page of the book he had just looked at, crossing his legs, even though he was still a child, trying to sound and look like a man.
She cocked her head, clearly genuinely intrigued by his statement, a wide smile on her face.
"Are you in love with her?" She asked as if it was obvious, as if she was encouraging him to reveal his little secret to her. He looked at her in disbelief, not knowing what to make of her question. He swallowed loudly, lowering his gaze, feeling his heart pounding fast.
What did it matter?
"Well…she's my sister. Of course I love her." He replied coolly, feeling strange with the words on his tongue, as if there was something inappropriate about them.
"I love Jace too, but I'm not in love with him. There's a difference." She said with a kind of calmness and wisdom that surprised him, she stood beside him looking at him with a gentle expression on her face that consternated him.
Why were they even having this conversation?
Still, her words made him feel a tightness in his throat, a realisation that he understood what she meant, but didn't want to admit it.
The tenderness of falling in love, the poems and the late-night frolicking were the domain of women's imagination, which unfortunately then had to collide with the cruel reality. He was a man, however, and he had no intention of getting into these deep divagations of the weaker sex.
"Don't be naïve. Marriage is not meant to be a pleasure, it is meant to be a sacrifice for the good of the kingdom, to secure its needs." He said dryly, turning back to the page he had been reading earlier, frustrated for some reason by her remark.
She did not speak again, returning to her seat, sinking into reading the gigantic volume dedicated to Aegon the Conqueror.
Although he could have done it in his chamber, he had been coming to the library to read ever since and always met her in the same place. Although they didn't appoint themselves, they both had their assignments until midday and would turn up there to read immediately afterwards, sitting next to each other, exchanging thoughts in passing.
He was afraid that Aegon would see them one day, but fortunately he never ventured into the abyss of the library, few people went there and he felt reasonably safe.
Usually it was she who asked him questions and he answered her. He felt some sort of empowerment because of this, at last there was someone who appreciated his knowledge and rhetoric, who listened intently to his opinion.
"I would like to be like Rhaenys in the future." She said softly and he looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
"Rhaenys? What's interesting about her? Visenya could fight with a sword and she rode the largest dragon still alive in this world. If I had a choice, I would marry her." He said without thinking, recognising that it would be wonderful to have by his side a woman who could wield a sword perfectly, with a sharp tongue and temperament, who would be a born warrior like him.
He saw his niece raise an eyebrow in amusement from her book, a sort of childlike joy on her face, her eyes shining.
"Aegon the Conqueror thought otherwise. Out of ten nights, nine he spent with Rhaenys." She said mockingly, as if immensely pleased that she could take the argument out of his hand. He pressed his lips together at her remark and shrugged his shoulders, returning to his reading.
He didn't care what men and women did at night. His mother had told him that he shouldn't bother with it for the time being, and he had decided that there was in fact no need to, until his father called on him one morning.
"− no −" He heard his mother's voice, leaning over the table where the tired King sat, looking at her as if half asleep. "− I do not agree, Viserys, it's not −"
She did not finish, hearing his footsteps and folded her arms in front of her, trying to calm herself, letting out a loud breath. His father nodded at him to come closer, which he did obediently, feeling his heart pounding hard.
His father had never yet called on him on any serious matter.
"I have just been discussing with your mother the importance of our family, of our kingdom remaining united. Although I have agreed that, according to tradition, your sister should marry your brother and not your nephew, I would like you to be the one to bring House Targaryen together anew, and that you should marry the daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor in the future." He said calmly, with each finished sentence tapping his fingers on the table top, as if to add some finality and certainty to his words that he was convinced this was the right thing to do.
"− this is ridiculous − Aemond should secure our kingdom with a marriage to the daughter of one of the lords who can benefit us −" His mother began impatiently, her husband sighed loudly, exhausted.
"And who should receive this honour? The Starks? The Arryns? The Baratheons? No choice would be good, for someone would always feel disadvantaged. Marriage within the family will not outrage anyone on the outside, and will only strengthen what has been strained." He said with conviction, the queen swallowed hard, shaking her head, finally looking at him as if she was certain he abhorred the idea as much as she did.
"− Aemond, you don't have to agree −" She said in a trembling voice, and he swallowed hard, looking at the stone floor beneath his feet, feeling his heart pounding hard.
Bastard or not, the dragon's blood flowed in her, as it did in him. She didn't despise or mistreat him. She knew what duty and obligation meant.
He reasoned that although he would have preferred to have a female warrior by his side, in fact the idea of marrying her did not reject him. He preferred her to the daughter of some common lord.
In his own way, he even liked her.
He grunted, feeling proud to rise to the occasion and fulfil his father's desire.
"If it is my King's wish, I will marry her, for the sake of the kingdom and our family." He said lowly, looking him straight in the eyes, standing upright, his hands folded in front of him.
He felt a tightening in his throat as his father smiled at him sincerely, for the first and last time in his life.
"So it's decided."
He didn't know how the message had been conveyed to his betrothed, however he could see by the look on her face as she ran into the library, all red with emotion, that someone had made her aware of what had happened and he felt a twist in his stomach.
He was afraid she would make it clear to him that she didn't want him, that she abhorred him, that she had no intention of marrying a man who didn't have a dragon of his own.
As she approached him however her eyes sparkled, she laughed as if she didn't believe it.
"Is it true?" She asked breathing loudly and he swallowed hard, nodding his head, looking at her with wide eyes.
"I'm so happy." She giggled sweetly, warmly, covering her mouth with her hand, as if someone had just given her a wonderful surprise.
He felt some kind of heat in his chest, an affection towards her, a gratitude for her faithfulness, for her devotion, for the fact that she respected him.
He was shocked to think that she would make a good wife.
Aegon laughed at him, not understanding where his lack of objection came from, how he could think that good had happened.
"She doesn't even have an arse or tits." He sneered and he clenched his jaw, wrinkling his brow, looking at him over his shoulder.
"Shut your mouth. Don't speak about her this way." He growled, feeling that her good name was now his as well, and that he had to protect her.
Aegon snorted, shaking his head, patting him on the back piteously.
"My little brother fell in love with Lady Strong?" He asked, forcing himself into a sweet, mocking tone as if he were speaking to a small child, which angered him even more. He slammed his head against his forehead, and he swore in pain, staggering backwards, catching the table, which fell over with him.
"You fucking bastard!" He shouted throwing himself at him, and they began to pound each other with their fists, wrestling with each other on the floor, until, hearing the commotion, a servant girl rushed into his chamber, trying to separate them.
His future wife visited him in his chamber that day, concerned that he had not appeared in the library, raising her eyebrows in simultaneous concern and amusement as she saw him holding an ice cube to his red cheek, a large bruise under his eye.
"What's happened?" She asked as she was accustomed to, without any pleasantries, approaching him sitting in a chair that was, however, too big and his legs did not reach the ground. He just rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders without answering.
He had no intention of revealing what had caused the fight, he wasn't going to appear to her as a prince on a white horse who would worship and adore her, as in all those poems she had surely read.
"Does it hurt a lot?" She asked further, and he shook his head. She sighed heavily, taking a single lemon cake from the pocket of her bottom gown, placing it in front of him.
"I know the Queen only allows you to eat sweets after your weekly visit to the Great Sept, but I stole one for you anyway. As a consolation." She said proudly, and he nodded, lifting his gaze to her, involuntarily feeling grateful.
She cared for him without wanting anything in return.
Since they were betrothed, she hadn't asked him for solitary walks, gifts, confessions of love or anything else a lady of her status might desire from the man she was to marry.
"Thank you." He replied calmly, recognising that he could give her at least that much.
She looked around his chamber and he realised that she was in it for the first time in her life. He stood up, setting the ice sack down in the bowl, walking over to his bookshelf, a gift to him from his mother.
"If you want, I can lend you some. Just pick which one." He said softly, coming to the conclusion that he wanted to be kind to her, that he wanted her to have no regrets about him becoming her husband, to be proud of it.
She looked at him gratefully and took out a book written by the ancient philosopher, Areon, dissecting human dignity and duty. Something about her choice pleased him, the thought that she wanted to understand him.
She pressed the book to her heart and looked at him, her eyes seemed even bigger to him than usual, her beautiful long eyelashes, hair and plump lips shone in the summer light of the day, he felt a pleasant tickle in his lower abdomen watching her without saying a word.
"Can I kiss you?" She asked so quietly that for a moment he thought he had overheard himself, felt his whole body tense up, his pupils dilate in disbelief, his breathing quicken, his fingers involuntarily rubbing against each other in a subconscious nervous reflex.
Oh Gods.
Should they be doing this?
Was this the right thing to do?
She was supposed to be his wife. From what he understood, husbands and wives did this, as a kind of union and intimacy.
He swallowed loudly, looking at her lips, thinking they looked pleasantly warm and soft, a shiver went through him at the thought that he could feel them in a moment if he wanted to.
He nodded his head.
He watched her vigilantly, involuntarily breathing through his mouth as she stepped closer to him, he was taller than her and leaned in slightly, wanting to make her task easier.
She surprised him when she suddenly lifted up on her tiptoes and her lips pressed against his in a warm, innocent kiss, the scent of vanilla filling his lungs, her skin delightfully moist and soft, he felt like his heart had stopped for a moment.
It felt so pleasant.
She pulled away from him immediately, all red as he was, breathing hard, as if it took a lot of effort and courage from her too, her eyes looked at him dreamy, as if she was waiting for his reaction, but he was unable to get anything out.
"One more time." It came out of him like a weak whisper, like a plea through which he felt the shame overpowering him.
For the first time, someone wanted him.
She smiled before rising on her toes again, this time placing a hand on his shoulders for balance. She pressed her fleshy, moist lips to his for a longer time and sighed softly as he touched her cheek, wonderfully soft and warm. She pulled away from him and closed her eyes feeling him stroke her skin with his thumb, he pressed his forehead against hers, feeling butterflies in his stomach.
"Will you come to me at night?"
He had nightmares most of the time at night − usually dreams in which he saw anew the pig that his brother and nephews had introduced to him as his dragon, humiliating him as no one had ever done before. He found that her presence calmed him and that perhaps if she slept in the same bed, he would finally get some rest.
He didn't think about the fact that it might have been at least inappropriate in the eyes of others when under the cover of night she snuck into his chamber, slipping under the thick furs beside him, snuggling up to him. In his mind she was already his wife, and wives slept with their husbands − unless it was his parents.
They lay looking at each other with their foreheads pressed together, stroking each other's cheeks, their wordless, innocent confession of affection and need for closeness.
"We are going to have seven children." He stated after some thought, as if he had decided that such a number would satisfy him. He wanted his family to be strong and broad, and also seven were gods, so it had symbolic meaning as well.
She blinked, as if something troubled her in his words, furrowing her brow.
"My mother gets very tired during childbirth and then can't get up for a few days. With the rest, how do we do it?" She asked uncertainly and he shrugged his shoulders.
He had never delved into the ins and outs of the pleasures of the flesh too much. Aegon had said that rapprochements with women were very pleasurable and, as he understood, that was why he couldn't pull away from them, to him, however, what he had was enough.
"We'll find out everything when we're older. Do not fret." He said with certainty, stroking her soft, plump cheek with his thumb and she cheered up, he saw the sparkle in her gaze before her lips stole a soft, warm kiss from him again.
He smiled at the thought that he felt that in her eyes he was a man, the head of their future family.
There had been times when he had forgotten who she was, who her father was, her smile, her laugh, her eyes, the sweet kisses she bestowed on him when they were alone made him think it didn't matter anymore.
Years later, he could not believe how wrong he was.
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lilacura · 3 months
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Pages of sorrow | Kim Chaewon
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pairing: Kim Chaewon x Reader
>wc: 1.4k
summary: Chaewon discovers Y/N's hidden feelings through a secret diary, realizing the depth of unspoken love only after Y/N's passing. The poignant tale unfolds with regret, heartache, and the profound impact of a love never shared.
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Chaewon sat on her bed, crying softly as she held the worn leather diary in her hands. It had been a week since the funeral, a week since she lost her dear friend Y/N. While going through Y/N's things, this diary had fallen out from between the pages of an old book. Hesitantly, she opened the cover, hoping to find some answers as to why Y/N had seemed so sad in her last days. 
The first entry was from years ago, recounting a chance meeting between the two girls in their freshman year of high school. Chaewon remembered it well - she had been sitting alone at lunch when Y/N shyly asked if the seat across from her was taken. They quickly bonded over their love for music and dreams of becoming idols one day. As Chaewon read Y/N's description of falling in love with her smile and energetic personality, she felt her heart twist in her chest. If only she had known back then how Y/N felt.
Flipping through the pages, Chaewon was transported back through their high school years. She saw their friendship grow closer through Y/N's loving words, but also noticed the pain and heartache between the lines as Y/N lamented keeping her true feelings secret, convinced Chaewon only saw her as a friend. An entry from their graduation dance made Chaewon break down into sobs. Y/N had mustered the courage to ask Chaewon to dance, but the other girl had been distracted, oblivious to Y/N's intentions as she danced with several guy friends instead. 
College brought more hardship. Chaewon remembered Y/N growing distant their first year, busying herself with study groups and clubs in an attempt to move on. But the diary told a different story - of sleepless nights crying into her pillow, missing Chaewon's presence terribly in their shared dorm room. An especially painful entry was scrawled the night of Chaewon's first real date, the words smudged with tears. 
As Chaewon continued to read, she came across happier times when their friendship had repaired itself. Movie marathons, late night walks around campus, studying together in the library - memories she now saw through Y/N's loving gaze. Small, intimate moments Chaewon had been oblivious to at the time but now realized held deep meaning for the secret lover who watched her from the sidelines, content to just be by her side however she could. 
The final entry was dated only a week before Y/N's passing. She wrote of coming to terms with keeping her love private, finding peace in Chaewon's friendship even if it was all she could have. But one line stood out amongst the rest - "I think a part of me will always be in love with Chaewon, even when I'm gone." 
A few more entries chronicled Y/N growing distant in their final year of college, right around the time Chaewon began dating her girlfriend at the time. 
As Chaewon read Y/N's descriptions of seeing them together on campus, holding hands and sharing sweet kisses, her heart tightened. She had been so wrapped up in her new relationship that she never thought to tell Y/N, her supposed best friend, about any of it. 
Y/N wrote of feeling betrayed, like their friendship meant nothing anymore with this secret kept. Each passing day spent watching Chaewon from afar with someone else chipped away a little more at her soul. 
In bitter lines coated with tears, Y/N questioned why Chaewon never felt she could confide in her, why their bond didn't seem to matter when a new romance entered the picture. She withdrew into herself again, isolating in her dorm with only her diary as company, consumed by jealousy and the feeling of being replaced.
The entry ended with Y/N vowing to distance herself for good, to stop tormenting herself with a friendship that was no longer equal. Chaewon realized with horror that by keeping her relationship private, it was the final straw that sent Y/N spiraling into the depths of despair. Her oblivious actions had inadvertently pushed the girl she now knew she loved away during the darkest time. It was a mistake Chaewon would never forgive herself for.
As Chaewon turned to the second to last entry, her breath caught in her throat. Y/N wrote of feeling overwhelmed by her secret pain, the loneliness and heartache growing too much to bear after years of keeping it locked away. 
With a sob, Chaewon read the line "I can't continue living like this, always wishing for something I'll never have. I hope that in death, I'll finally find the peace I've never known." 
It was then that the reality hit Chaewon like a punch to the gut. Y/N's "passing", which she'd been told was due to illness, suddenly made sense in the brutal truth it concealed. Her friend had been suffering silently all this time, truly believing Chaewon would never love her back, and in a moment of despair had chosen to end her suffering the only way she saw possible.
The final lines echoed in Chaewon's mind, a last will and testament of Y/N's enduring affection: "I hope even after I'm gone, Chaewon will still continue to remember me, our friendship, and the love I could never confess. Please don't cry for me - I'll be watching over you, and loving you, from wherever I am." 
All this time Y/N had kept her pain locked inside, refusing to burden Chaewon with her unrequited feelings even as they consumed her. And now it was too late for Chaewon to tell Y/N she felt the same, that together maybe they could have found the will to live another day.
Chaewon snapped the diary shut, shaking with emotion. All this time, Y/N had loved her so fully yet thought her feelings were unrequited. And Chaewon realized with crushing guilt that she had felt the same, had she only known to look past her assumptions. Now it was too late to tell Y/N she loved her too, and that thought would haunt Chaewon for the rest of her days. Clutching the diary to her chest, she wept for the love they never had the courage to share.
A month had passed since Chaewon read Y/N's final words in her diary. For weeks she remained shut in her room, overcome with grief and guilt for what she realized too late. 
Today, she knew she could put it off no longer. Clasped in her shaking hands were a bouquet of Y/N's favorite flowers, lilies - delicate and beautiful, just like she was. 
Stepping up to the simple grave marker, Chaewon sank to her knees. Tracing her fingers over Y/N's name etched in the stone, the tears came fast and heavy once more. 
"I'm so sorry it took me this long," Chaewon choked out amongst her sobs. "I thought if I didn't come, maybe it wouldn't be real. But you're gone and it's all my fault."
With great care, she arranged the lilies atop the fresh dirt. As the petals swayed in the breeze, Chaewon was again transported to memories of Y/N's smile, her laugh, her kindness. The girl who loved her without condition, even unto death. 
"We were too close to the stars, my love. I was blind not to see what was right in front of me." Chaewon clutched at her chest, heart aching. "I hope that wherever you are, you'll forgive me. And know that I love you, Y/N - I always have, and always will, for the rest of my days." 
Bowing her head, Chaewon let the tears flow freely as she paid tribute to the love they never had but only now, too late, did she understand.
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anothersugarbabb · 1 year
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Alpha! Izuku x Omega! Male reader
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Part one
⚠️ this is contains violence but not a clear description of it. And descriptions of sex, but it's pretty brief
I don't really care if you're fem aligned and you choose to read this, just don't interact pls
A/n: I literally deleted the entirety of the last one and that might be my 13th reason. Also, this isn't proofread, do don't @ me for any mistakes, I apologize 😔
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Izuku was pushed up against the wall by someone he considered to be a "friend".
Katsuki was seething with anger, his face red and his jaw clenched.
"What's wrong? Are you mad?" Izuku said in an almost mocking tone.
"Am I mad?! DID YOU REALLY THINK I WOULDN'T FIND OUT??!!"
Izuku closed his eyes and smiled, "No, no, no. I knew you would eventually. But I wanted to speed up the process."
Almost on cue, everyone in the class got a notification on their phones. And not even three seconds later, there was a wave of shocked gasps and loud moans coming from someone's phone.
Katsuki whipped his head around, "TURN THAT SHIT OFF-"
"Why don't you see it, hm?" Izuku asked from below him.
Katsuki turned to him and saw his brother, on his screen, naked, bruised, and bent over what he assumed to be his desk, moaning. A single glance and everything was red. He started punching and punching and punching. At some point he didn't even know what it was.
Soon he was lifted and as he thrashed around, Izuku laughed and laughed. He laughed at his fury, he laughed at his brother and the embarrassment he brought upon him.
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After, they were both removed from the classroom, Izuku going to the nurse and Katsuki going to the principal's office.
Katsuki felt numb, so numb that he didn't even notice his now frail little brother wrapping his arms around him and rocked the two of them back and forth.
Soon enough though he came back to his senses and looked at (m/n) sorrowfully. He looked at his stomach and thought about how his future of being a hero alongside his big brother was over.
All because of that damn Deku.
"I heard about what happened.." (m/n) finally spoke up.
"Yeah... I'm sorry"
They stayed in silence for a few more minutes.
"I didn't know that's what he was doing behind me, I'm so sorry.."
Katsuki heard his brother's voice and crack and it nearly broke his heart. He held (m/n) close as he cried into his chest for what felt like hours but was in reality, about five minutes.
Their moment was interrupted when they heard a knock on the door.
And who stood in the doorway?
None other than, Izuku.
(m/n) turned his head away from him and didn't even try to look up, his breathing quickened, but he was soothed when his older brother rubbed small heated circles onto his back.
"Are you proud of what you've done to my brother?" Katsuki questioned. He didn't know what kind of an answer to expect, a snarky one? A nonchalant one?
Not this one though.
"No I don't know, but I wanted to apologize to (m/n). I-"
"I refuse to leave you in the same room as my little brother. Not after what you've done to him."
Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. "How am I supposed to know what I did if you won't even let me talk to him? I can't read minds you know. So, please, let me talk to him."
Just as Katsuki was about to say something, he felt (m/n) push off of him and sit himself upright in his chair.
"If y-you want to t-talk, then l-let's talk."
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A/n: Another cliff hangerrrrrr sorry. I deadass almost didn't make this, literally because I lost the entirety of the first one and that dove deeper into what happened in the classroom before Katsuki threw hands. And I'm sorry this was short
Anyways, yuh, I hope you enjoyed! I am taking requests so you can send some in, I don't have a rules page up, but for rn, anything goes and anyone (from mha, jjk, csm, and genshin) goes. I don't feel like making a rules page rn, sorry
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navstuffs · 1 year
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ezio auditore x shy!fem!reader ?
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Pairing: AC2!Ezio x ShyFem!Reader
Summary: Ezio has a crush on you, the doctor's daughter; or where Ezio gets hurt on purpose to see you.
Warnings: non-canon compliance, non-history compliance (i had to adapt), LONG ONE-SHOT, no description of reader, FLUFF, blood, injuries, italian translated using translator
Author's Notes: hii, thank you so much for requesting <3! i hope you enjoy reading it because i had tons of fun writing it! just a reminder: my requests for ezio are still open! click here for more info!
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You should consider yourself a lucky woman. Your father Giuseppe was a man of Science, a doctor who always cared about your well-being and education, especially after your mother's death. He didn't obligate you to wed or have kids like most parents.
For him, for you to carry the family's legacy was to become a doctor. So you did your best to learn as much as possible, in secret. To the rest of society, your father suggested you be portrayed just as his errand daughter. Nobody knew the full extent of your abilities. So you advised treatments, assisted your dad in the shop he had, and turned out to be every child's favorite doctor. They were easier to talk to than most adults. You meet Ezio on your first day alone at the shop. Your dad had to help a patient with an urgent matter in another town and gave you clear instructions on how to proceed.
"They will try to bargain but do not drop the price too much. Let them think they got a deal."
The day went by relatively easy. Two regular clients pass by to get some medicine and talk a little. After a few hours of boredom, you open a book and let your eyes wander through the pages. Your dad may allow you to help with surgery next time if you gather more knowledge. You also needed to focus on having a steady hand...
"Scusi."
Startled by the sudden voice, you held your book close to your chest so it wouldn't fall. When you turn around, you immediately recognize the man: Ezio Auditore. Your dad had alerted you about him: the questionable man with a white robe and hood that always paid the total price. Your dad ordered you not to over-extend the conversation with the strange man. Your attention goes to his arm, where he was holding a torn, bloody sleeve. You don't need to predict he will ask you for a curative. You point to the chair, and Ezio sinks into the chair.
You get some alcohol and some clean cloths. You have no reason to be afraid or nervous; you are in the middle of town, and the man won't do anything. And now, most importantly, he was a patient.
Ignoring your internal concerns, you focused on working. His torn sleeve was soaked with blood, but you no longer saw any blood dropping out of the cut, so you concentrated on cleaning the blood from the injury with alcohol. Like most people, Ezio didn't react to the pain, so you continued. Then you begin to wrap his arm in a bandage. That cut had to be done with a sharp spear.
"Where is the other Signore that stays here?" Ezio asked, his voice sounding tired.
"My father had business somewhere else," You responded, focusing on finishing the bandage. When you are done, you make sure it was all secured. Looked perfect.
"So I won't lose my arm anytime soon, Signorina?" Ezio attempted to joke, giving you a faint smile, and you ignored him. You placed your stuff on the shop's cart and waited as he checked your work.
"Grazie. I haven't seen any women doctors around town. What is your name?"
"It will be 30 florins, Signore."
"Va bene," Ezio put the money in your hand, and you counted. It seems he gave you an extra five florins. He was already gone when you lifted your head, disappearing in the middle of the people. You want to call his name and catch up to him, but you shake your head. He either purposely did that, or it was just a mistake. 
After that day, your dad decided you could stay in the shop alone. You were so excited and thrilled. Your dad could now go to another town as a doctor while you cared for his business. 
You glow with pride and happiness. You see Ezio Auditore once or twice, jumping around buildings, doing who-knows. He didn't seem to notice you, which you thanked mentally. You had asked your dad what exactly Ezio was doing, and your dad affirmed it was neither your business nor his to know, it just looked dangerous. Ezio only appeared in his shop with parts of his body hurt, cut, bruised, or broken more than the average person. As curious as you are to ask, you understand your dad is done with this conversation.
The next time you see Ezio, he has a dislocated shoulder. You try to give him something to bite, but he shakes his head, gritting his teeth. You want to ask how he got this, but it is not your place. When you pop his shoulder back into place, Ezio grunts. You recommend that he avoid using that shoulder for more vigorous activities. Ezio gives you a half-smile as if he knows something you don't.
"It will be 50 florins this time."
You feel he gives you more florins when he hands you the money.
"You are giving me too much, Signore."
"As a thank you. Can't I do that?"
You don't really know how to respond to that. It is his money. Extra money even. Before you can answer, he grabs your hand and kisses it lightly. You freeze in your spot, unable to move.
"Name is Ezio Auditore. Can you tell me yours?"
It is your first time giving a good look at Ezio Auditore. He seems to have brown hair. He has a scar across his lips, now with what appears to be a naughty smile, which just makes him more charming. He is staring at you, really staring at you. You want to protest, but your voice dies down your throat. You gulp, trying to find something to say, but nothing comes out.
"We shall see each other around, Dottoressa."
And you do end up seeing him, now what it seemed once at least every week. Ezio appears with a horrible bruise on his back and watches, delighted, as you look away, mortified, when he lifts his robe. He appears a few days later with a raspy cough. Then, comes back three days later, alleging he fell to his head and had a horrible headache. You want to ask him if there are no other doctors in town, but hold your tongue. And Ezio was sincerely trying to make you smile and laugh most of the time.
Like when he appeared with a bow attached to his back. You took it out carefully, ensuring you didn't hurt him too much or cause him to die. Besides, you were thankfully thanking his presence at this point: the rate Ezio got injured, he would end up being your first surgery.
"Does it look like I die today, Dottoressa?" He exclaims as you finish cleaning the hole. Why he has to say that in such a sexy way?
"Not today, Signore Auditore."
"Ezio," He corrects you, as the other times, and you roll your eyes, ignoring him. When you are done, Ezio gives you more money than he should.
"I should not go far, probably. I will get hurt and come here for you to repair me." You answer him with a half-smile, too nervous to say anything else. You know he is getting hurt on purpose; he probably knows that as well, and instead of sending him away, you continue seeing him.
"Oh, mhm, I almost forgot," Ezio taps his body, takes out a book, and handles it to you. It seems to be about different kinds of poisons and diseases.
"What is this?"
"For you, Dottoressa. I have seen you read books about it and presumed you would like it."
You are surprised, flipping over the book with care. It looks expensive and updated. That would help you so much with your studies. You couldn't believe Ezio got you something like this.
"Signore Ezio, I can't accept it. "
"Per favore?" Ezio's voice sounds like he imploring, "You have done so much for me. It is the least I can do."
You want to say no and argue that he has already given you more money than he should, but Ezio appears so anxious for your answer. You feel the heavy book in your hands, and your desire gets the best of you. You nod, and Ezio's worried expression turns into a big smile.
"I will see you around, Dottoressa."
"Grazie, Ezio." You finally say when he is too far away to hear it.
After that, your relationship with Ezio got closer. Although you hadn't said your name, he seemed satisfied to watch you flustered when he called you "Mia Dottoressa favorita" or "Il Dottoressa Bella." Or when he continued to bring you more books. When you finally open them at home, they would have different flowers inside.
It wasn't hard to keep all of that hidden from your dad. Your father was out of town almost daily, traveling around Italy. It was also challenging to just not tell Ezio your name. Before, it was for your sense of security, but now, there wasn't much reason to keep it hidden. Ezio was nearly like a friend. Yes, he could be cocky and a little show-off, but he also had a gentle and entertaining side. He could listen to you speak for hours about how crazy the human body could be. He never interrupted you or seemed bored. On the contrary, it was like nothing else existed except for you. 
"Are you going to be a Dottoressa at the end?"
"Si, Signore Ezio. Your books are helping me a lot." You confessed, feeling breathless like always when he was around. Gathering all your courage, you finally ask him, "Can I ask you something?"
"Si?" Ezio's gaze looks full of hope.
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to. Why are you always so hurt? Who are you fighting?"
Ezio ponders for a moment before answering.
"For mi familia. I would tell you more, but- " You certainly felt like you shouldn't have asked now. Idiota, you think.
"Well, if that might help you... I am your Dottoressa after all."
"Oh, you are my Dottoressa?" The way he emphasized the word my! You wish a hole had just opened in the ground so that it could eat you as a whole. This was something regular now: Ezio always says or does something to leave you without words. One of those days, you will gather all your courage and do the same to him. 
But until then, you are happy that Ezio sticks around. Always afraid he will be one of these days badly hurt, and you won't be around to help him. You could only hope he would always come back to you.
EPILOGUE:
You are almost home when a few guards rush in your direction, screaming and pointing at the sky. With your heart shrinking, you look up, wishing that Ezio is safe tonight. Almost at your door, you hear a loud thumb next to a haystack pile. Looking around and assuring there is no one, you investigate the origin of the noise. To your surprise, you see Ezio badly injured. You run to kneel at his side, checking the extension of his wounds. It doesn't look well.
Merda merda.
"Ezio? Can you hear me?" He is semi-conscious, his eyes struggling to stay open. You can hear more guards getting close. With no choice and all your strength, you pull his body towards the haystack, hiding and praying that the guards won't see the trail of blood behind you.
The guards finally arrive, and your heart bumps against your chest as they investigate everywhere. You feel Ezio's rapid breath as you lightly place your hand on his chest as if keeping you there alive with you.
Ezio moans low, and you bend to his ear, whispering frantically.
"Shhh, I am here, Ezio, it is me. We will be okay."
When the guards finally leave, after what seems to take an eternity, you leave the haystack pile, making sure no one is around. Not hearing anyone, you hurry back to Ezio, attempting to make him fully conscious.
"Ezio, per favore, you have to focus on me. On my voice. We need to get you out of there, we need to bring you inside!"
"Dottoressa?" His voice sounds so weak it just breaks your heart. You hold his cheek, and his skin feels hot. A fever? What if he has been poisoned? You have to get him in your house, but you are afraid to pull him, and he dies, afraid you might be found by the Guards, and he dies. 
There is no time for this, Dottoressa. This is your patient, and you better save him. 
You pull Ezio's body with your arms to your house entrance. With difficulty, you place him on an old sofa-like, not caring about the mess. With not a lot of options, you rip his destroyed robe and his shirt. At this point, Ezio is shaking with cold, despite his body being extremely hot. You start disinfecting his injuries, checking how bad they are. It doesn't seem that he was punctured. While you clean, you notice the rest of his body for damages. You take his boots out, and with hands shaking, you rip his pants. Praying mentally for no injuries, you cut until his upper thigh. Nothing. Relieved, you focus on his head, letting go of his ponytail. No extensive injuries. Good. You continue cleaning and give him some medicine for his fever, covering his body with a clean sheet.
You let yourself get distracted by how long his hair is. You always theorized it was much shorter. You pass your finger through his hair, and Ezio lets out a long sigh. 
You know the following hours will be crucial. Ezio might react badly; you must stay awake if he needs you. If he was poisoned, he might respond during the night. You bring a chair close to Ezio, watching him peacefully sleep. You implore him to survive. You plead for him to be healthy. 
When Ezio wakes up in the morning, he is immediately aware of being in a strange house, not a cell. He tries to move, but his body just hurts so much. Last night, when he was on his way to see you with a small cut on his finger, he ended up getting in the middle of a mess. After fighting his way out, he was still followed. Tired and exhausted, he didn't know the extent of his injuries until he passed out and fell from the top of a building.
He examines around, finding you sound asleep in a chair. How he ended up there? Ignoring the pain in his body, Ezio sits down, roaming his eyes through his body. It could have been worse. He lifts the sheet, notices you cut his pants down and chuckles low. That seems to wake you up, and Ezio feels slightly guilty about it. 
"Dottoressa?" He calls you. You promptly get up, touching his head and arms to check for any signs of fever. Looks normal. You were glad you didn't choose the leeches last night.
"How are you feeling, Ezio?"
"I am fine, probably thanks to you. How?"
"I heard something falling from a building last night. When I went to check, I saw you badly injured. Had to hide in a haystack while the guards were looking for you. Brought you here and kept an eye on you for the rest of the night."
"How come if you have slept, Dottoressa?" He jokes, and you laugh, glad to see him alive.
"Now I owe you my life. How much is this even going to cost me, Dottoressa? Am I going bankrupt?" Ezio questions in a teasing tone.
"N-no? I am just glad you are alright, Ezio. I was so afraid last night that you were going to di-"
"You saved me, mia bella. Just to prove you should be my particular Dottoressa. Not anybody else's. Mine." He provokes you again, confident that you wouldn't answer.
"Do you want me? To be just yours?" It is funny to watch Ezio lose all the color on his face. For the first time, he is the stunned one, left without an answer, "What happened, Ezio Auditore? Is something wrong with your tongue? Should I check for you?"
You don't know if it is last night's stress or Ezio looking like he is losing his mind, but you laugh until your belly hurts. Ezio is confused at first but smiles, understanding your joke.
"Very good, mia cara. Very good. Joking with my feelings like that. I could have died last night, you know."
Cleaning the tears in the corner of your eyes, you pull your chair close to his. Ezio observes, curious, while you grab and hold his hand into yours.
"I wasn't joking when I said I could be yours."
Your confession makes Ezio's mouth drop slightly, but he quickly recomposes himself. He cleans his throat, with his other free hand calling you closer. You get up from the chair, your legs shaking, and he starts by caressing your chin. You close your eyes, and Ezio follows his touch to your cheeks and lips. He traces your lips with his fingers, admiring you as the most beautiful piece of art he has ever seen.
You melt in his arms when he brings you closer and finally kisses you. Holding into his shoulder gently, you kiss him back, letting yourself fully stroke his hair. Ezio's hands are placed on your cheeks. When you two finally break apart, you are both breathless, wishing for more. Your heart, your soul, asks for more.
"Dottoressa.."
You shake your head, smiling, and finally tell Ezio your name.
MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTERLIST
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locallixie · 10 months
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it’s a sign! — jongho
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> summary . an unexpected romance was still able to blossom despite the silence between you and him.
> genre . fluff, high-school au, mutual pining, deaf!reader, reader and wooyoung are siblings, gn!reader.
> warnings . none
(wc) > 3.6k
(sunny’s note) ☆ description of hand movements (signing) will be in korean sign language (ksl), i’ll try my best to be as general yet accurate as possible to not offend anyone. i felt exhausted these last few weeks, so i apologize for slow uploads.
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Quiet, it has always been so quiet. Never heard the sounds of calm waves, or the voice of your loved ones. You didn't even know how your name was pronounced. However, you liked how quiet it was. Your ears naturally already tuned out everything, easier to sleep peacefully that way, easier to focus since there wasn't any loud sounds bothering you. It was a blessing in a curse, being deaf for you.
Your family predominantly used sign language to communicate, but speaking was still a big part between your parents and your older brother, they didn't want you to feel left out. Cochlear implants were put in consideration before, however, they were quite expensive and your parents were unsure if you were ready for it yet. So for now, you would stick with the pre-existing silence.
Of course, going to school was a struggle when you have a disability. You couldn't rely much on your peers, the pacing of each subject was different but all were equally difficult to keep up when you weren't able to listen in with the lecture. It was scary going into middle school as a deaf kid, yet, it was another kind of terror to go into high school.
"You okay?" Wooyoung asked verbally while signing at the same time. Though this was your third year already, the sound of your heart felt like it was the first day of school. Riddled with anxiety, you hesitated to leave your brother. But you nodded nonetheless, half not wanting to further bother him, half just wanting to get everything over with.
"Text me if you need anything." Your brother signed to you before bidding goodbye. There was a new homeroom teacher this year, and some of your classmates from last year were also changed around. Which meant you were back in the position of having to familiarize yourself with everyone, and having to inform people that you were deaf all over again.
Your friend changed homeroom this year, you wouldn't be able to see him too often then. You barely know anyone here, either because some of them were newcomers or you just haven't met them before. The new people looked oddly intimidating, maybe it was the anxiety talking? But there was something about them that made them seem unwelcoming.
Laying on your desk, tired from the night before since you didn't get a good night sleep. Too anxious to go to school, worried that you might overslept, or ruin your uniforms. All the worst case scenarios kept popping into your head, not letting you rest until you worn yourself out and fall asleep.
A subtle vibration sent across the surface of your desk, gently notifying you of something, a presence. You weren't expecting anyone to approach you, since everybody were occupied with their own businesses, you minded your own too. You saw his lips moving, but you could not make out anything he was saying. Terrible at reading lips, and the other person wasn't aware that you were deaf.
He was confused as well by how you were not responding, if you were intentionally ignoring him while maintaining eye-contact. You placed a single notebook on your desk, 'communicating book'—it said on the cover, written in black marker ink. This one was your fifth or seventh one, you have lost count after going through several during middle school up until recently.
'Hi, my name is Jung [Y/N], and I'm deaf so I apologize in advance if I don't response to you immediately. We can talk through this notebook!'—Holding up the notebook to him, the first page was written beforehand. You slid a pen over to him, implying that it was his turn to 'speak'. That was how most of your conversation usually begin, on very rare occasions, you might be lucky enough to meet someone who could speak sign language. But for the majority, you spoke through the pages in your notebook.
The other wrote down something on the next blank page, he then showed it to you, 'Sorry, I didn't know. I'm Choi Jongho by the way, I don't think we have met before.'
Jongho was a new student, he spent the last couple minutes at the assembly to meet the other classmates, he must have missed you back there. Though you did leave with Wooyoung right after the opening ceremony this morning, so you two wouldn't meet either way. You couldn't understand what they were saying, why would you stay there any longer?
You two seem to clicked well, he even invited you to join him for lunch already. It was a bother having to write out everything you wanted to say to him, there were just way too many topics you wanted to share. Yet, he sat there, writing down every single sentence, every thought he had on his mind to keep the conversation going until the bell would eventually break you apart.
"Mom made you lunch, be sure to eat it. Do you want to sit with me and my friends?" Wooyoung spoke along with his hands. Your brother could be quite protective at times, it made sense since you were a deaf kid running around school without one warning sign. If something were to happen to you, he might blow up.
You replied, "No need, I'm sitting with a friend." Taking out the lunch box from your bag, wrapped up delicately in a light blue plaid cloth. You could already smell the pleasant aroma of the grilled chicken your mother prepared.
"You made a friend? That's good. I'll see you later!" He pat you on the shoulder, before leaving your classroom. Jongho was sat at a table, waiting for you by the time you got down to the cafeteria. You spotted him easily by the warm brownish colour of his hair—which stood out from a majority of natural black. You sat down across from him, placing your items on the table. The lunch today didn't look all too bad. Normally you would eat the lunch provided at school, but home-cooked lunch box was a thing your mother did every first day of school, a good luck ritual of some sort.
'You brought your own lunch, what are you eating?' The words displayed on Jongho's phone screen. You shrugged, not knowing for sure. You smelt chicken, and eggs, and stir fried vegetables, that was all you could guess.
Gosh, she went all out with the presentation, you felt bad eating it now that the bear head was made out of brown rice. The vegetables were cut out like stars and hearts, decorative picks were included on top of fruits. You appreciated the effort, but a bit of embarrassment stuck in your stomach. Would the other kids make fun of you for still having your mother make you adorable lunch boxes? You wouldn't know, but you wouldn't enjoy the teasing nonetheless.
Jongho smiled, he even giggled at the sight of your lunch box. "Don't laugh!" Signing towards him, a bashful expression stood on your face.
'It's just so cute~!' He typed out on his phone, chuckling at your pouty face at his comment. At least he didn't make fun of your lunch, its childish appearance simply asking for talks. You got out your utensils that was wrapped with napkins, finally began to ease your empty stomach.
Mid-conversation, Wooyoung came by to disrupt your peace. His intentions were clearer than day, you knew him far too well to be suspicious. He came to check out your new friend, having to meet his approval to continued hanging out with you. As a compromise, he bought you the soda you liked. Though, Wooyoung could freely be as skeptical and disapproving of Jongho all he wanted. Because you, yourself, felt Jongho was genuine.
You let out a dragging sigh, 'Don't mind my brother, he acts up every time I befriend someone new.'—Explaining to the other person after you were sure your brother was a far enough distance from the table you two were sitting.
'You two seems close.'—To which you just nodded and returned to eating. Wether or not these were intrusive thoughts, unwilling to admit the fact that he found you cute when you are frustrated. All pouty and grumpy, your cheeks protruding as they were stuffed with meat, rice, and vegetables. An angry chipmunk was the only suitable comparison.
Though you established many good relationships with your peers, you mostly spent your time hanging out with Jongho. After Jongho's multiple requests of being seated next to you, your homeroom teacher finally agreed to arrange you two together. Would it be better anyways? He could assist you with academic matters when he is closer to you, win-win situation!
‘You’re learning fast!’ You excitedly complimented. Recently, he has been picking up sign language to less burden you with always having to write as your only source of communication. You were glad to help him since he was learning on his own. Again, you slowly signed each character of his name with your hand, getting him familiar with the alphabet.
“Like this?” He asked as he started moving his fingers to sign.
‘Did you just sign my name?’ Jongho only smiled after reading your text, admiring the stunned look on your face. He knew more than you had originally thought, at this pace, he would be fluent in no time!
Feeling a strong vibration ran through your forearm, his phone lit up in a split moment. It was Wednesday afternoon, which meant you had clubs to attend. Jongho held his fist under his mouth as if he was holding a microphone, he was off to practice his singing for the upcoming school festival that his band will be playing at. Before he went, he turned around to look at you one last time as good luck. You just gave him a gentle smile, while moving your opened hand in a circular motion above your fist.
You were contented with the never-ending silence you had been born into, even so, there were definitely times you wished you could hear. After you met Jongho, you have never stressed over your disability more than you were now. Every-time you passed by one of his rehearsals, seeing all the girls and guys cheering him on with so much amazement in their eyes, you couldn't help yourself from feeling left out from the crowd. You have never heard your best friend's voice, and you desperately wanted to.
"[Y/N]!" He couldn't hide his excitement when he spotted you at your desk, calling out your name as he began running towards you. Taken back by how your immediately turned your head to him, like you heard every syllable that he had just now produced.
Jongho leaned on your desk, "Did you hear what I said?" Actually, not quite. Sounds were all over the place, you have never heard your name be spoken up until recently. You took a good week to recover for your cochlear implants, during it, you had gotten a little more used with your family members' voices and the way words were pronounced. However, you would need a lot more time to learn how to talk, and learn to live with all the noises of life.
You have never knew how loud life could become, like how the sound of rain was strangely calming, but the summer of cicadas were annoying. The most pleasant sound to your ears was Jongho's voice, soft and mellow, and full of fondness. That was one of your many exceptions.
"I'm not used to this quite yet." You continued to speak with your hands. You wanted to take your hearing devices off but your mother insisted you keep it on during school, she didn't realize how much that overwhelmed you with all the new noises everyday.
Jongho brought his hand out towards you, opened and asking you for something. A bit stuck, hesitating in seconds before you took off both of your hearing devices and placed them on his palm. Instantly, every and all sounds cut off, washed out and silenced.
Solely his gentle aura remained, smiling at you with the same look as the first time you met. Though you were able to hear now, there was just this special type of noiselessness around Jongho, a comfortable silence where you didn't have to speak to keep things moving. You liked that, you liked that quiet atmosphere when you were with him. Not entirely quiet, your heart kept beating violently, making your whole chest vibrated in an inexplicable excitement. It was calling out his name, and you couldn't even talk.
You were fine with being deaf, but you adored his voice way too much to remain living like that. You would happily trade any and all other noises to only hear his in your ears. As it echoed in the depth of your heart, you wanted to push yourself more with your hearing devices just to listen to him talk and sing to you.
"Better?" He asked in signs.
"So so." Replying, fiddling with the two devices in your hands. There were so much you wanted to say to him, but you couldn't quite express them neither verbally or through signing, they were all too complicated to be accurately translated.
The day of the school festival finally came, and you were most looking forward to Jongho's performance with his band. You came with your brother at first, but then he dipped to go with his friends—which left you wandering alone around school grounds. There were many vendors in the courtyard, selling handmade goods and delicious food items—most of them were operated by clubs, and some were from sponsors that the school invited.
Seeing some of your seniors selling sandwiches, you decided to came by as support. Yeosang was one of your brother's friends who was on the working shift that hour, he immediately greeted you upon seeing your arrival at his food stand. "[Y/N], how are you?"
"I'm good. What kind of sandwich is this?" Yeosang understood sign language quite well, you didn't know how he did, but he did. He was the some of only seniors that you were friends with—though many knew you due to your connections with Wooyoung.
"Just a grilled ham sandwich with cheese and strawberry jam, do you want one? I'll make you a new one." Yeosang put on a pair of disposable plastic gloves. What an odd combo, but it could be one of those rare gems for all you know.
As you were digging into your wallet for money, Yeosang stopped you. "It's okay, it's my treat. Just don't tell anyone." Though you tried paying, Yeosang kept refusing to take any money from you.
Despite the weird mix of ingredients, it was surprisingly tasty. You might ask Yeosang for the recipe to make some at home, or some for Jongho since you couldn't leave him out from experiencing good food. And speaking about Jongho, you haven't seen him at all. You figured that he was caught up with practicing and final rehearsals since his band was the only other performers besides from the indie singer that was invited for a gig.
A song suddenly erupted from your pocket, pulling your phone out as you saw Wooyoung's name above his number, he was asking to face-time you. You placed the phone on a bench before answering, since you couldn't quite speak well and would definitely have to rely on your hands to communicate.
"[Y/N]! Where are you? I'm with Jongho if you want to talk to him!" Wooyoung's face was very close to the camera, almost shoving his nose to screen.
Hearing noises from phones like calls was still a difficulty, and sometimes those darn glitches occurred and messed up everything. You had to tell him to move the camera farther away because you couldn't quite listen in with his voice blasting in the mic, and he all-together looked stupid. "I'm sitting in the courtyard, you left me, asshole!"
"Sorry, sorry, but Seonghwa came to visit so I had to see him." Wooyoung pouted, signing an apology through the screen.
"I want to see Jongho, put him on." You told.
The camera shook violently as your brother ran to Jongho, putting the phone in front of the boy for you to see. There he was, sitting with his lyrics in hand and warming up his vocals. His chestnut hair was styled nicely, he was dressed equally more stylish than he usually was, was that really your best friend? "Jongho, say 'hi' to [Y/N]!"
"[Y/N], I'm glad you came! Are you going to see my performance later?" Enthusiasm obvious through the glints in his sweet doe eyes, under that bad boy exterior which he had on today, your Jongho still shone through.
"I'll be cheering you on in the crowd!" You assured him of your presence during his stage performance soon later. "Good luck!" Before ending the call, you moved your hand in a circular motion above your fist as something extra that you wanted to tell him. Then the call ended, as they could only see your contact flashed on the screen for a split second and fading away afterward.
Jongho turned to his senior, "What did [Y/N] sign at the end? I haven't learn that one."
Wooyoung let out a giggle, patting the younger's shoulders before dropping a bomb. "They said they love you." He gathered with his friends, "Anyways, good luck on your performance, I'll see you!"
Oh...Oh! Jongho was shaking, in a good way. The pressure wasn't about pleasing the crowd, it was about impressing you now—which was so much harder, he really wanted you to have the best of everything. Each step he took leading to the stage, you were the only thing on his mind. This performance have to be perfect, because the one he love was going to be there cheering for him. Though he couldn't spot you between the sea of people, and he was running out of time to do so. Yet, he knew you were there, somewhere. Wherever you were, please know that he felt the same.
"Everyone, let's show some support for our performers!" The crowd began sending applauses throughout the gymnasium, band members pouring out onto the grand stage with their instruments. Taking a few short minutes to get plugged in and in tuned, sound checking the microphone and amps on stage. For the first time in your life, you got to experience your first concert.
It was an original song, God, the lyrics was so him. Jongho did have quite a stage presence there, and oh did his voice sounded amazing. You hated to admit, that hearing him sing was worth all the waiting you did before you got your implants. The sound made your heart vibrated, and everything as well. Speaking metaphorically, it was love, tugging on your heartstrings as some might put it.
After the performance ended, the stage entertainment was on hold for the next ten to twenty minutes to get the other set ready. You used that free time to go find Jongho. When you found him backstage, he was already helping his other bandmates with packing their instruments and bringing amps and cables back to the music room. Not wanting to distract him since those things were heavy, you waited outside for him to finish up with post-performance stuff.
The bassist, a senior that you only have seen in school and have yet to talk to, she spotted you outside. "Are you waiting for Jongho?"
You nodded simply, a bit shy to communicate with new people today. Even though you two have never spoke to each other before, she knew that you were Jongho's friends, because of how often he brought you up in conversation during practices and rehearsal. About how he desperately wanted you to hear his songs, how he wanted to know what your voice sounded like and if you would be a good singer, and how in love he was with you.
"Jongho, hurry up, your lover is waiting for you outside!" No warning, none at all, she yelled out. Filled to the brim with embarrassment, praying that he didn't hear the last part, or wishing that your device was malfunctioning back then so you wouldn't be caught in this situation.
After a few minutes, your heart pacing in your chest, trying your best to remain calm and not lose your mind. Finally, Jongho walked out. You were on the floor, contemplating wether or not you should take off your hearing device after what happened earlier. How could someone caught you lacking like that?
"Hey, sorry for making you wait." Jongho spoke up, scaring you with the sudden emerge of sound after it was quiet for a long while.
"No! Not at all! Should we go check out the vendors together?" You awkwardly asked.
He looked a bit on edge, as if there was something he was concealing away. The smoothies didn't help out with easing him much, and you were unsure of how to bring it up to him. Did the performance not go as planned or something? The silence between the two of you was never uncomfortable like it was now.
"So...um...I love you too." He spilt out. Quietly, lacing his fingers with yours as both your hands hugged each other.
You wanted to sign in reply, but he wouldn't let go so you had to sign with an extra weight. "Who told you?!"
His pointer finger slightly curving against his middle finger which stood up straight, the others curled in. "Wooyoung?! How could he?!"
Jongho technically saved your brother from getting killed, pulling you into his embrace before you could burst and go beat up Wooyoung. He felt nice, like a cuddling bear—at least if you could ignore the studded leather jacket he was wearing. You were hinting him all this time, confessing all of your feelings through sign language. Was it obvious? Definitely. Did he know that it was a sign that you liked him romantically? Eh.
"I love you." He signed back to you.
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samieree · 8 months
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Oh hi, I have a request hihi! Could you please write Heimdall and reader in a arranged married to wich she is very nervous in the begining and he acts as if he doesn’t care for her (despite some thoughfull actions) but one day defends her from other people? Perhaps you could add they starting to get along after consumating the marriage, if you feel comfortable. Thank you (:
Ohhh yes!
I've read this during breakfast and just after it I started writing it 😂 I hope you're gonna like it 💗
There is no smut, just light description of what happened ^^
Thanks for request <3 ~
A few days ago you came to Asgard as you were to marry Heimdall. You didn't feel very comfortable in a strange place, especially since you felt a lot of eyes on you. You were just sitting at the table in the mead hall and trying to focus on the book on the table in front of you. You propped your head on your elbow and read the same sentence again, but you understood no more than before.
It was hard to take your mind off what was waiting for you, especially since you didn't even have much time to yourself, when almost every now and then someone would come to you to arrange the last details for the wedding, even to ask you to go and try on the dress again.
“Stupid girl.” You weren't sure if you heard right. You looked up from your book at the man sitting in front of you, sipping a beer.
“Excuse me?”
“Can you even read?” He asked. He probably noticed that you haven't turned a page in your book for several minutes. But he didn't notice how you were trembling almost all over, so stress was eating you up that it wasn't going to let go anytime soon.
“I…”
“Say it again.” Before you could say anything more, explain yourself, that you can't concentrate at all, your fiancé appeared behind the man.
The man immediately became confused when he heard a familiar voice behind him.  He wanted to grab his beer mug and get up, but as soon as he got up, Heimdall put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him back to the bench.
“Now apologise nicely.” He demanded, hands still on his shoulders. The man looked stressed, especially in his hand clenched tightly around the beer mug.
“Forgive me, please…” He finally said without even looking at you. It was obvious that he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
You nodded and only then did the blonde take away his hands and let the man leave.  And he almost ran out of the room...
Heimdall sat in his place, took the book that was in front of you and sat sideways to you, going back to the first pages of the book. It's like you're not here all of a sudden...
“Thank you.” You said looking over at him. You avoided looking into his eyes on a daily basis, you didn't like the way his eyes pierced you. You felt like you were stripped of your clothes, no secrets, nothing to hide. You were stressed by what he might see in your mind. After all, one stupid thought and suddenly he could completely change his attitude towards you…
Even though you didn't know how he felt about you. It's hard to tell if he even tolerates you since he usually doesn't even look at you.
“No need, I wouldn't want my future wife to be a pushover. Especially in the eyes of some peasants. Since I must have her anyway...” He said, still focused on your book.  Great, he took the one thing you wanted to use and de-stress.
You didn't answer. You didn't even know what to say. Your eyes landed on your hands that rested on your thighs. Should you go out? Or maybe sit a little longer?  Maybe someone is about to call you to another dress fitting and save you from this awkward silence?
“At least you have a lookable face.” When you heard that, you looked up and saw Heimdall staring at you, then sighing as he turned back to his book.
Maybe it was supposed to be some kind of twisted compliment, but it hurt you. You knew it from the beginning, but it hurt how he liked to use words like that to emphasise that this wedding, that you, meant nothing to him and that he was only doing what he had to do. And the only thing he's happy about is that at least you're pretty enough and he won't wince every time he looks at you.
 * * *
As you might have guessed, the wedding didn't change much in your relationship.  You even went on sleeping alone because your dear husband had no intention of staying with you any longer than he had to.
It was a terrible experience for you the night after the wedding, when you twisted your fingers to keep from biting your nails, and he didn't even bother to come in for a second and say he wasn't going to touch you.
In fact, not much has changed in your life, you didn't even see him more often. But you can't say that he cared for you the way a husband should care for his wife. Surely, only out of courtesy, he sometimes asked if you needed anything, or gave you some trinket made of his beloved gold.
But what did it matter if he did everything out of duty and you could never tell him about all your worries or insecurities?
Plus you felt lonely.
You just spent time outside. You didn't look where you were going, because you were holding a book in your hands, which you didn't have a chance to finish before the wedding. As you weren’t paying attention to the road in front of you, you suddenly walked straight into someone.
You just didn't know that this person was standing there waiting for you.
“Sorry.” You said, looking up from your book as you realised that you bumped into Valkyrie, and her friend was standing behind her.
 Why are most people here so tall?
“For what?” You have to admit, you were surprised by the question, even very much.  Isn't what you apologised for obvious?
“Because I bumped into you?”
“Just it?” You were getting more and more confused.
You finally closed the book you were holding all the time, seeing that you won't be able to go back to reading anytime soon. Not that you were afraid of two Valkyries, you were a Goddess yourself, but rather everyone would feel a little anxious in your place…
“What would I be apologising for?”
After your question, you saw the woman tighten her hand around the hilt of her weapon, but you didn't move an inch. The atmosphere immediately became thick and tense. And what was even worse was that you had no idea what they wanted from you.
Your gaze slowly focused on the woman's weapon, you wondered if she would answer your question, or maybe she would immediately attack you, along with her sister.
Perfectly, just as she was about to make a move, you felt a hand on your stomach, pushing you back. And at that exact moment, Heimdall came between you.
“Hrist. Mist. Predictable as always… Any problem?” He asked, standing in front of you with his arms folded across his chest.
You were actually glad he was here at the right time, just before the fight broke out.  But at the same time, you were surprised, even though he had taken your side once before and forced an apology from some servant. However, this matter seemed much more serious.
“Yes, there is a problem.”
“I don't count your jealousy as a problem, Hrist.” He replied quickly, unfazed by the two enraged Valkyries. "Lovely, you asked your sister for help. Too bad you haven't brought Gná with you as well. Although... She knows when to shut up.”
“It's not your business.” Hrist replied, looking over Heimdall's shoulder to see you still standing behind him.
“But your ‘problem’ lies with me. If you wanted to take it out on someone for your broken heart, I recommend your sister. If she's so eager to come here with you, she probably has nothing better to do anyway.” Saying this, he tilted his head.
Was it really about him? You had no doubt that he was right because of his abilities… But seriously? Hrist was jealous of you?
“Don't look at me like a sheep at a butcher. Need a lesson in humility? I'll gladly give you one, and next time you'll think not two but three times before stepping out of your place.” He looked at them for a moment more before they finally left, muttering something under their breath. After they left, Heimdall turned and looked at you.  “You can't play around with them, you have to put them in their place right away, like this.”
“She was jealous?” You asked in a tone that made it clear that you wanted some answers.
Heimdall sighed and rolled his eyes, placing a hand on your waist and gently pushing you to start walking.
“There are people who have a soft spot for me, even if all I do with them is throwing them at the training ground.” He shrugged. “Maybe it's some kind of spell, and if I do that to you, you'll suddenly fall in love too?”
He said it in a joking tone which made you smile slightly. And the first response that came to mind was: ‘You can throw me somewhere else.’ and even though the thought didn't leave your lips, you knew perfectly well that he'd found out about it anyway, if only from the way he raised an eyebrow.
“Expand your thought.” You immediately felt yourself blushing and you quickened your pace as if you wanted to get as far away from him as possible.
Strangely, he didn't speed up after you, as if he had already planned something for the future.
You didn't know what it was until you lay peacefully in bed, already tucked up in the duvet, head on the soft pillow and eyes closed, ready for sleep. You didn't even hear the door open, you only realised someone had entered when that person spoke.
“Move over.” Yeah, even though the bed was big, you were used to lying on the whole of it…
Recognizing Heimdall's voice, you made room for him by moving to the other end of the bed, but didn't change your position much. You were surprised when you felt his hand on your waist and how he pulled you against him to lean against his bare chest.
“What have you come for?” You asked as the fact hit you. At first you thought maybe he came to finally consummate your marriage, get over with it, and then go off and do his own thing. But he hugged you.
“I can’t sleep with my wife?” He asked, placing his other hand in your hair. When you didn't answer, he decided to add something else. “It was nice to play a knight in shining armour. You could seek problems every day.”
“What if you're my problem?”
“I?” He said it as if he had just been deeply offended. He removed his hand from your hair and propped himself up on his elbow, studying you better with his shining gaze, but this time you weren't uncomfortable with this. “They say you have to sleep with your problems, and maybe with this one you could.” He looked at his fingernails as if he were examining them like they were the most interesting thing in the nine realms.
“Maybe?” You repeated, resting your head on your elbow as he did.
 Without a word, he moved closer to you and kissed you.
“Maybe.”
You smiled softly and then you were the one who initiated the kiss with a smile on your face. He rolled you onto your back and continued kissing you, his hand running over your body covered only by a thin nightgown.
After a long time, after you had time to untangle his hair and the kisses became more passionate and faster, your nightgown was finally on the floor, as were his pants.
That night you were the happiest since you came to Asgard. You didn't feel lonely for the first time. And who knows, maybe in the near future you will feel loved every day as much as tonight? When you felt the warmth of his body and breath, when you were in his arms all night.
Heimdall has been near you more often since then, putting his arm around you or taking advantage of your height difference and resting his chin on top of your head. He still liked to throw out his typical lines, but that was his charm. You even learned to like it and tease him back.
That first night together brought you very close and it certainly wasn't your last time together.
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missmungoe · 8 months
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titles, a little future-fic inspired by a spoiler I saw for chapter 1089. Shanks x Makino & Pirate King!Luffy.
She’d been saying it for so long it had become second nature, from the moment her belly had first started rounding under her hands, talking to the child within, to the mornings she'd work in her bar, her newborn sleeping in the sling against her breast, telling him about the boy who'd used to come running through her doors, leaves in his hair and dirt under his fingernails, and his little hands cupped around a beetle for her; the one who was no longer a boy but a king, although Makino wondered sometimes if he always would be the first, to her.
But she said it often, wanting her son to know him for what he was, ever-growing bounty and long list of monikers notwithstanding, Straw-Hat and Emperor and King. And so it only followed that he would take to saying it, too, the syllables taking shape, first awkwardly as he learned to speak, and then with more confidence, until it became a common occurrence, whenever his photograph appeared in the newspaper, or an updated edition of his wanted poster.
“Big brother!”
“Yes,” she would say, ruffling his hair tenderly where he'd sit on the floor by the bar, his little hands wrapped around the poster, showing her the grinning face on it, the boy she'd once known now a young man, and changed in more ways than just the years that had passed since his departure, his once-black hair bleached the white of a brilliant sun. But even older, and different, she knew the smiling face beneath the black print, and better than most. “That’s your big brother.”
This usually prompted an eager repetition, in the way of children learning how the pieces of their world fit together, mama and papa and uncle, and her son had a hundred and then some, each one as dear as the next. And brother, although she hoped it would be a few more years before he started asking about the specifics of this particular family tree, wonderful and complicated as it was, but Makino would tell him when he did―that brother didn't need to mean by blood, and that no one knew the meaning of the word as well as his own did, the two who lived, and the one she would make sure still did, remembered in the wide brown eyes asking for stories about him.
But accepting their relation was simple enough, the words repeated often, and she quickly learned to distinguish the different inflections and what they meant, spoken to a photograph in the paper, or shrieked at a passerby in a straw-hat in Goa’s market district. And gentler, after tucking him in, the implied request made with those wide brown eyes, “Big brother?”
“Shall we read the story?” Makino would ask, and after a furious nod, she’d read from the latest article in the newspaper, embellishing the sometimes dry journalistic descriptions with the skill of a girl who’d grown up between the pages of books, although the theatrics she’d learned from someone else (his father, who’d tell it better, Makino knew, or at least with more panache, and a flourish that would see their son shrieking with laughter), and glossing over certain segments, included to keep the navy appeased, although she could have read every word verbatim and those wide eyes wouldn’t have changed, the hero in his story untouched by the judgement of the navy and the world press, but then as far as Monkey D. Luffy was concerned, that little heart had already made up its mind about what he was.
And she’d grown so used to hearing the words, babbled to himself as he played, content in his own company as she'd always been in hers, bringing his long-time hero to life with his imagination, the brother he hadn't even met yet, that she didn’t even react, the morning it was suddenly shrieked into the quiet common room of her bar.
“Big brother!!!”
She was in the storeroom trying to focus on doing inventory (it was hard with a hand up her skirt, and she was trying her best to be quiet), when she heard it, pitched with such a shrill delight it made her wonder if the newspaper had arrived with an updated wanted poster, before another voice asked, deeper than she remembered―
“Makino?”
She nearly dropped the bottle in her hands, and only a nimble set of fingers saved it from shattering across the floor of her pantry, and that somehow still had time to adjust her skirt before she fairly threw herself through the door where it sat ajar, a deep laugh chasing her.
A man stood in the doorway of her bar, the bat-wing doors still swinging behind him (she could still remember a time he'd been small enough to walk beneath them, Makino thought, dazed).
Her son had pushed up on his feet, his little hands fisted in the cloak draping from Luffy's shoulders, wider than she remembered, and his own hands lifted to hover around the eager little boy who'd run to greet him.
For his part, Luffy looked like he wasn’t sure he’d entered the right bar.
“Um,” he said, to the toddler excitedly tugging at his cloak.
“Up!"
The demand was answered promptly and without question, but then for all his visible confusion, there were few Makino knew who could readjust as quickly as the young man before her, now holding her son and looking like he still wasn’t sure he’d docked in the right port.
On his hip, Ace was beaming, but then there was no confusion in that little heart of just who’d walked through her doors.
Luffy looked from the toddler on his hip to her, standing behind the counter, his mouth open like he was about to say something, when several more figures appeared through the bat-wing doors behind him.
“Who’s this?” a beautiful young woman with long copper hair asked. Nami, Makino knew her name, but then their wanted posters filled the back wall of her pantry.
“He’s cute,” Nico Robin agreed, appearing on Luffy's other side.
“You’re holding him weird,” Zoro said, his arms crossed, before his one eye swept the common room of her bar. Makino saw it pause on her where she stood, and the sword peeking out from behind her back, slid through the knot of her apron.
“You didn’t mention you had a little brother, Luffy,” Franky said, lifting his sunglasses where he’d ducked through her doorway.
“This must be the enchanting Makino-chan~!”
Sanji had barely made it two steps into her bar before Nami yanked him back by the jacket of his suit.
"Makino-san," greeted the skeleton politely, his cane tucked beneath his arm as he swept her a bow, even going so far as to take off his top hat. Then as he straightened back up, "Might I be so bold as to ask you―"
"No," Nami cut him off.
“Apologies for not calling ahead,” said another voice, as Makino's eyes widened, moving up the towering fishman who'd appeared behind the others, the words directed to her as Jinbei inclined his head in a bow. Then with a grin at Luffy, “Captain wanted it to be a surprise, although it seems he’s been beaten to the punch."
Still holding her son, his wide brown eyes taking in the crew around him, Luffy didn’t seem to know what to say.
"Why are you so shocked?" Usopp asked him. "Dad told me before they left. Didn't Red-Hair say anything?"
Luffy looked at him, his eyes wide, just as calm footsteps drew their collective attention to the tall figure who’d emerged from her pantry, coming to stand beside her as a warm hand brushed over her back. To Luffy, “There you are,” Shanks said, picking up a dish towel to throw over his shoulder. “Took you long enough. We've been here for weeks and we set sail from Laugh Tale after you.”
There was a long pause where Luffy just stared at him, his arms still around the cooing toddler reaching for his straw hat. Then, shrilly, “Shanks?!”
“You didn’t tell him?” Makino asked, and batted his hand away when it not-so-discreetly tugged her blouse into place. He hadn't even bothered buttoning his shirt back up.
That grin knew where her thoughts had gone, but all Shanks said was, “And miss out on this opportunity?”
“Is this why you had the others take the ship to Goa today?” she asked, as he blinked innocently. “So they wouldn’t see it coming into port?”
“Hm?" Shanks asked. "I don't know what you're talking about. That was to pick up our shipment.” When her look wasn't convinced, his grin only grew, and placing his hand over his heart, told her very seriously, “I swear on my honour as a pirate.”
"Not your honour as a barkeep?" Makino parried.
"I think I left that in the pantry with your underw―mmpppfh!"
His filthy grin was too wide for her hands to cover, and ignoring it―and her incriminating blush, which wasn't any more subtle―she primly turned to the Straw-Hats, observing them with amusement, and just in time to catch Brook as he bent his head to murmur to Nami, "I suppose that answers my question."
The girl had enough grace to avert her gaze, although the grin she failed to hide with her cough was less discreet, Makino thought.
For their captain's part, he hadn't moved, his expression frozen where he stared at them behind the bar, the toddler on his hip babbling eagerly.
“He’s processing,” Nami explained.
“Give him a minute,” Robin agreed.
“You’re still holding him weird,” Zoro said, just as Ace made another grab for the straw hat, nearly tumbling out of Luffy's arms, which saw them all scrambling to catch him.
It was what snapped Luffy out of his daze, his arms stretching, grabbing their son before he could hit the floor, to loud objections from his crew, and the shrieking delight of the little boy in their midst, made the sudden centre of attention.
"You almost dropped him!!"
"He's not made of rubber, Luffy!"
"What are you doing? Don't bounce him like that!"
"But he likes it!"
Their voices had risen to fill her bar, although louder was the laughter of the two at the centre of the chaos, as Luffy lifted him up as high as he'd go, his earlier confusion forgotten under that infectious joy.
A big hand brushed her back tenderly, his voice pitched beneath the din as Shanks bent his head towards her ear to murmur, "This is why I didn't tell him."
Her grin couldn't be helped any more than her tears, as Makino tucked her brow to his shoulder, and heard his chuckle as Shanks kissed the top of her head.
Luffy was watching them now, a different look in his eyes, one that belonged to the boy who'd stood there once, his little hands cupped around a beetle for her (a red one to cheer her up, because she'd been so sad, the day he'd left), not the king who'd returned in his place. Their son was back on his hip, the straw hat he'd sought now in his possession, so big it obscured his whole head. Without it, she could see Luffy's face clearly, older than she remembered, his cheeks without their youthful pudge and dusted instead with a dark scruff. They’d have to update his wanted poster soon if he kept this up.
Smiling, the quaver in her voice held years in it, of missing teeth and dirty fingernails and endless gifts of beetles to make her smile, a pride that ached in her chest now, as, “Welcome home, Pirate King,” Makino said, although she'd barely spoken the words when their son turned his head towards the bar, a little hand pushing up the brim of the straw hat as he said, this time with an entirely new inflection, not requesting confirmation or a story but offering a correction.
“Big brother!”
And while she might have thought once that nothing could ever surpass the importance of the first, and the dream he’d held onto so fiercely, seeing the grin that lit Luffy’s face now, Makino didn’t need to wonder which title held the greatest value, at least not to the one who knew, and perhaps better than anyone, the meaning of those two words.
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yanderu-deredere · 11 months
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drawn.
★ they've just been so lonely, all by themselves in this abandoned little factory town. it's hard not to be attracted to someone so wonderful, so glittering and beautiful, someone like you
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a/n: sorry i ended up not posting anything the past few days. ive been really struggling with chronic pain flare ups and general bullshit but you guys really encouraged me to come back! so here i am with the latest chapter of the cannibals!
minor changes with part three where i made it so that none of the friends come down to dinner hehehe wonder why? neway, you can go back and reread that if you'd like but it's not that big of a change.
finally, after teasing it for so long, it's the gore chapter ive been waiting for forever to write! with that said, please mind the warnings!
i feel like this got really long so i didn't really do as much as i wanted to... you'll see when u finish reading. if you think i should keep going, send a couple asks and maybe i'll write another extra chapter?
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part one (hook.) ★ part two (line.) ★ part three (sink.) ★ extra (captive.) ★ part four (here) ★ part five (quartered.)
pairing: casimir fiala x reader x emmaline fiala word count: 3612
warning: gender neutral reader, mentions of throat knife violence, mentions of coroner's and mortician's equipment, descriptive head injuries, descriptive eye violence and gore, mentions of drugging someone nonconsensually, mentions of medical and recreational drug use
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Casimir knew as soon as the white van pulled up into the factory town that his entire life would be completely turned around, that this group of rule breaking idiots would be different from the usual.
When he saw your cute little face peek out of the window, he knew exactly why.
Casimir always believed himself to be a man of science and he had explained away his fascination (or rather, attraction) to Emm by just acknowledging that the two of them were polar opposites and evolution simply made it so that human beings were attracted to their polar opposites.
Opposites attracted simply because it gave their offspring better survival chances.
But then, of course, you threw a wrench in all of that, didn't you? Because he knew nothing about you except that your entire face made his heart palpitate in his chest for no reason.
He didn't even know if your personality was good with his or if you would even irritate him with your small habits. But, still, he found his eyes attracted to you like a magnet to metal and he wanted more.
Emm felt exactly the same. Unlike Casimir, she believed in love at first sight. It's what she felt when she met Casimir after all.
She knew as soon as she saw the man that she wanted to ravish him and she knew as soon as she saw you that she wanted to ravish you too.
She loved Casimir; the two of them have been together for years now. The only reason they were able to enjoy those years together was because Emm followed those instincts of hers.
Emm wasn't going to let Casimir use his science mumbo-jumbo talk to get her out of keeping you.
Thankfully, the two of them were on the same page. They didn't even have to communicate verbally. They shared a look; Casimir from the road and Emm from her binoculars.
So, despite the rules that they'd agreed on (not to kill the people who weren't breaking the rules, to try and stay inconspicuous, to be polite and nice just in case), Casimir couldn't find it in himself to stop Emm from using a silenced gun and popping your friend's tire.
The both of them only felt more and more justified the longer they spent time with your friends.
They pretended to be polite but whispered about how weird Casimir was. They tried to take photos of Emm's burns (and you were the angel that prevented them from doing it). They even went so far as calling you a freak.
It made both of their blood boil. Emm's more than Casimir's but Casimir's head had always been more level headed.
So, really, the group dug their own graves.
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The first one that had to go was that damn bimbo.
Casimir didn't like her at all. Chloe was it? She just didn't look at Emm the right way and don't even get him started on the whole 'taking a photo of Emm' business again.
Plus, she kept sneering at you and whispering about how stupid you were to her boyfriend.
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So, when you went upstairs to go change right before helping Casimir out with cooking dinner, he went to work.
"Hey, by the way, you guys wouldn't mind it if Emm smoked a couple of joints, would you?" He mentioned off-handedly to the bimbo as he sharpened one of the knives at the kitchen counter.
His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, his muscles flexing as he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying not to get annoyed.
It was odd since both he and Emm usually didn't let them last this long but, he supposed, for your sake, he would put up with the disrespect.
It just really got at his nerves that she was treating the entire place like it was hers, looking into their fridge like she owned the place. They said 'make yourselves at home' but that wasn't exactly what they meant.
The ditzy blonde didn't even have the decency to hide her emotions when she looked at him, all wide-eyed with wonder "Oh? You guys smoke?"
"Yeah, some strong medical stuff." Casimir shrugged as he kept his eyes on the smooth metal of the knife and the rough grey of the whetstone, his knuckles turning white as he gripped it harder and harder "You know, because of--"
"Oh, of that whole--" She finished for him, making a gagging sound from the back of her throat.
It took everything in him not to just run the knife in his hand through her face.
He could imagine how satisfying it would be. It would meet some resistance when going through her nasal cavity but the crunch of it as it met bone would feel so good.
Before he completely lost it, though, the sound of the other three idiots in the living room convinced him fully that he needed to keep it together.
This needed to be their cleanest kill yet.
Not just because the four of them were a big group but also because they needed to get away with killing three of them without letting you know.
"Yes, she smokes all of it downstairs in the basement." He nodded his head towards the main hall and he watched her face turn blank, her eyes obviously confused.
She definitely looked like she was turning an idea carefully in her head. Casimir wished she'd hurry it up since she still had the fridge open and it was using up electricity.
Then, as if he could literally see the lightbulb above her head, he saw her expression brighten. She closed the door and gave him a bright smile that grated even harder on his nerves before flouncing away.
Casimir glanced at the knife in his hands, giving her a few seconds, before rinsing it off and wiping it with a dish towel hanging on the oven handle.
Then, he sheathed the knife, grabbed a meat tenderizer, slipped it into his pocket and unfurled his sleeves. Of course, the other idiots paid him no mind. Probably just like they paid their friend no mind as she slipped past them.
They looked deep into a conversation about something, all their backs turned towards the main hallway.
The realistion that hit the bimbo was probably the fact that there was a door at the very end of the main hallway. Normally, people mistook it for a cupboard under the stairs.
Casimir could at least give her credit for being smart enough to realise that it was most likely the steps to the basement he had been talking about only seconds ago.
He quietly followed her down, locking the door behind him just in case.
Casimir was nothing if not careful.
He would've paid big bucks to have seen the look on her face when she reached the bottom of the stairs.
He saw the way her steps faltered (he was right behind her, after all) so he knew she must've been surprised. Plus, she gasped too, which seemed a bit much but she also seemed like the type to overdramatise.
It probably surprised her to see that it wasn't a wine cellar or a man cave in their basement but a clean and proper butcher's dream.
It was Casimir's hard work after all. Emm helped a little but she was a bit too messy to really take care of a lot of the detailed work. Instead, she helped weld things together and fix some things up.
Before the bimbo could turn around or freak out, of course, Casimir shut her up.
She crumpled like soggy paper when the meat tenderizer hit the back of her head.
The crack of it was so satisfying, honestly. The splatter of blood was less so but it still felt good to see the crater of gore in the back of that bitch's head.
Surprisingly, he could see a brain in there.
As he watched her crawl on her hands and knees, trying desperately to get away, Casimir tested the hammer in his hand and frowned.
He wasn't usually one to use such bulky tools. Though the sound of it was music to his ears, the feel of it wasn't right. It really was better to stick to knives and the like. Leave the more brutalizing ones to Emm.
Before the little worm could get too far, he stepped forward, accidentally stepping on her ankle as he scooped her up, his arm wrapping around her torso and his free hand gripping her chin, his fingers digging into her cheeks.
He lifted her easily enough, despite the fact that she was so top heavy.
Unfortunately, he wouldn't get a lot of breast meat from this one since it was probably all plastic but he'd need to get rid of her regardless.
"Now, what are you doing here?" He whispered against her temple, relishing a little bit in the way she struggled against him, her well manicured nails trying to claw at his clothed sleeves.
She was barely making sense before he'd whacked her with the meat tenderizer but, now, her voice was slurred and stuttering beyond recognition.
She was concussed then. He would've been more surprised if she hadn't become concussed. In fact, he had to give her credit. That blow would've knocked most normal people unconscious.
Maybe she was particularly hard-headed?
In any case, her blabbering was entertaining at first but then it eventually got too annoying.
With barely any care at all and completely ignoring the way her feet dragged on the cold concrete, Casimir brought her over to his special autopsy table and plopped her down.
It was his own invention; not exactly his life's work but certainly one if his more brilliant ideas.
It wasn't entirely made from scratch, of course. He built it off of a second-hand autopsy table but he made it tilt one way so that the blood would pool better. He liked collecting it in case he wanted to use it for blood sausage or something.
He also added some restraints for the really shitty visitors that really pissed them off. Sometimes, the couple really liked to take their time with their kills, really carve them up, slice and dice them and hear them scream--
Plus, sometimes, Emm liked putting him in there too and he could be a little too wiggly for her tastes.
In any case, when he slammed her down on the cold metal table, Casimir couldn't say he was taking the usual care with her.
She was sprawled across the cold metal, her body locked into the restraints with a little distain, even his initial incision of her jugular was sloppy at best.
He didn't have any respect for people like her who couldn't even take care of people like you. You had trusted her with your friendship and she betrayed you. She didn't deserve any kindness from him.
She couldn't complain anyway.
Mostly because she was finally knocked out cold.
Anyway, Casimir left her down there. If she bled to death, good for her. If she were still alive when he got back down there?
Well, he wouldn't enjoy her screams in the usual way but he'd definitely get some sort of sadistic glee out of them.
He'd flay her skin open, watch her muscles twitch as she struggled to move away, see the life ebb out of her; he'd make sure that every single thing you'd suffered through, she'd feel but a hundred times worse.
Hopefully, enough, she'd be alive.
Before he left, of course, he had to wash the stupid meat tenderizer. Surprisingly enough, fragments of her skull stuck to the spikes of it and chunks of her scalp clung to the metal.
Then, he obsessively cleaned the blood splatter off the walls, taking care to wash himself and any wash cloths he used with the sink in the room.
It was easy enough to wash everything since the entire basement was made like an embalming room; the floor sloped slightly to the middle where there was a drain.
Lastly, he changed his clothes because he got a little messy in his anger-- No, irritation. He didn't want to accredit such a strong emotion to such an insignificant ant.
He and Emm kept spare clothes down in the basement just for situations like this.
Honestly, the entire thing was so easy that it disappointed Casimir. He had hoped the blonde idiot would've struggled a little bit more, at the very least.
Maybe the others would prove to be a challenge.
Speaking of the others, Casimir knew that the boyfriend would notice the fact that his girlfriend was missing the fastest.
Unless, of course, he was a piece of shit too.
So, Casimir's next objective was to get rid of him.
The very last thing he did before he left the basement was he grabbed a little baggy of weed. It was a specific one they used to drug some of their more troublesome victims.
Seeing as his girlfriend was interested, it was possible that the boyfriend would've been interested too.
The drug wasn't anything deadly. Just something to help them get a... better high. Which didn't just distract them but it also affected their short-term memory and their attention span.
Casimir just had to make sure that he mentioned where his girlfriend could be before the dumb idiot started smoking the stuff.
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Finally, when Casimir emerged from the basement, he was met with the boyfriend. He kept saying 'the boyfriend' in his head but, truly, it was because he didn't recall what his name was. Dick? Rick? Something along those lines.
Casimir would mentally refer to him as Dick just because that's what the guy was.
Hell, even the one thing Casimir knew him for (being that bimbo's boyfriend) he couldn't do properly.
When the ditz wasn't paying attention, Dick? complained about how annoying his girlfriend was, about how much of a drag she was, how he was tired of her.
It was a surprise to Casimir since he had pretty much been singing her sonnets since he first met them when she was around to hear his compliments.
Though, it made sense when Casimir noticed the sleeze bag's eyes always seemed to be glued to her chest.
It just showed how two faced this entire group was, Casimir supposed.
"Hey, did you see where Chloe went?" Dick? asked, looking suspiciously at the door behind Casimir and then suspiciously at Casimir himself.
Casimir doubted it was because the idiot thought he killed his girlfriend, though. The man didn't look that smart.
"She mentioned she had a migraine? I think she might have gone to her room." Casimir looked towards the stairs before glancing to the front door "Or maybe she went outside for some fresh air? I don't exactly recall what she said."
The boyfriend clicked his tongue but, before he could leave, Casimir placed a hand on his forearm "By the way, she mentioned she takes medical marijuana for her migraines so I mentioned to her that my wife took some too, for her burns?"
When the guy turned back to look at Casimir, arrogant confused expression on his face, it took everything in Casimir not knock the living daylights out of the guy.
He bet he could make the same crater in this guy's head as he did in this guy's girlfriend's head with just his fist.
"She ran out and asked me for some. Emm had some extra so I figured--" Casimir shrugged and then held up the little baggy with the drugged weed "She told me to ask you to pay for it but, between you and me, it's honestly fine."
"My wife goes through so much pain, I can't even imagine--" Before Casimir could finish, the idiot snatched the baggy up and nodded quickly, that confused expression completely taken over by his arrogance.
"Of course! I'll make sure to get it to her!" Dick-head looked like it took everything in him not to cackle at Casimir.
And it took even more in Casimir not to choke the man.
Before he could be further tempted, Casimir just gave a curt nod and left for the kitchen.
He rolled his sleeves up and went to get ready for you to come downstairs.
It was a shame you had a change of clothes. He had an odd highly illogical fantasy of you borrowing clothes from them, maybe something of Emm's or of his, and then decending down the stairs.
He could imagine you, looking so breathtakingly theirs.
It didn't make sense to Casimir but he supposed his love for you didn't make any sense in the first place either. He would just have to keep you by his side and study you.
"Did you go shopping?" Emm suddenly appeared at his side as he got out cling-wrapped meat from the freezer above the refrigerator, her arm brushing against his waist.
Did you deal with one of them?
She was probably asking because she passed by the living room and noticed that there were only three of them.
"Yes, I did. But that meat is for next week." He pressed a kiss to her cheek, smirk playing on his lips as he closed the freezer door and opened the fridge "We're having the meat I bought last week. It will go bad if we don't have it now."
Yes, she's downstairs. I haven't cut her up into pieces yet. We're having that couple we killed from last week, the ones that tried to break into the factory to steal spare parts.
"You wan' me to take care of next weeks shopping since you've taken care of this weeks?" Emm tried not to grin too widely, excited by the victims that her husband had left for her.
"I mean, I have plans for next weeks shopping but, if the opportunity arises..." Casimir sighed like he was tired of the way Emm always seemed to go off script but, in reality, he was glad she always seemed to enjoy herself.
It was evident by the way that smirk on his face didn't even waver.
"I dun' know what I'd do without such a dedicated house-husband." Emm teased, mirroring Casimir's smirk as she cupped the side of his face and pressed her own kiss against his temple.
Casimir took the ingredients out one by one, bundling them into his arms "And dessert?"
The fourth one. The one best saved for last. That was, of course, you.
"We def'nitely have room for dessert." Emm pulled back enough to look Casimir in the eye and he knew that, from the expression on her face, she would take no arguments.
We're keeping them.
Casimir didn't want to argue with that. From looking at his face, Emm saw that.
"Good because dessert is the caramel flan I made last night." Casimir chuckled almost breathily as he finally pushed away from his wife and brought the food to the kitchen counter.
That one wasn't code at all but an honest fact. It took everything in Casimir to convince Emm not to scarf the six tins he made last night in one sitting.
"I'll jus' go move my bike into the garage." Emm sighed, her expression morphing to one of boredom as she stretched a little.
She didn't like the idea of having to go out into the rain but, if she left the bike just parked there, there was a possibility that it would rust.
It was just hard to go outside, to leave the house really, when you were inside, so close yet so far away. Emm had never felt so pained and lazy before until you.
Then, to make matters worse, while Casimir was getting the ingredients ready for dinner and Emm was putting on her work boots, that stupid boyfriend tried his moves on her.
Unfortunately, he didn't seem high at all.
Had he not smoked it yet? Casimir hadn't smelt anything so, perhaps, he was saving it for later?
Either way, it was stupid to flirt with Emm right there, where Casimir could obviously see them. Normally, Casimir would've lost it but he needed the night to be perfect so he figured he'd let Emm handle it.
"You goin' somewhere, gorgeous?" The idiot leaned against the wall, sleezy expression on his face as he eyed her up and down.
Emm tried her best not to sigh too loudly or even groan like she wanted to. Instead, she tied her boots and smiled politely at him "Yeah, jus' need't park my bike in the garage."
"Oh, you know, I know a lot about motorcycles." The guy didn't even wait to hear what Emm would say before he was putting his shoes on "Let me go with you."
At first, Emm's fist clenched and she felt her entire body tense. But then, she realised how good of an opportunity it was. She'd be able to get him alone.
So, she forced another smile onto her face as she nodded "Sure!"
"You know, my dad owns like five Harleys." He bragged as he stepped out of the house, that same smug look on his face as he walked with his hands in his pockets.
Emm wanted so badly to trip him into a puddle but, instead, she crossed her arms under her breasts and nodded, trying her best to look interested "Oh, I have a Harley in the garage."
"D-Do you?" The pervert didn't even disguise his staring "Why don't you show me that first? I can help you with your motorbike after."
Moron.
"Sure." Emm lead the way through a side door, letting them into the garage without triggering the loud garage door.
It was dark and, even when Emm pulled the string for the florescent lights, the entire room was still dimly lit.
The garage was kind of Emm's domain but she wasn't exactly proud of it. After all, though she could be a real genius when putting parts together, organisation wasn't her specialty.
Casimir had to come down every month or so and fix the place up for her. Even then, the entire place always ended up looking like a tornado went through in a week.
Basically, the clean look never lasted.
"Damn, you should tell your husband to clean up in here." The moron laughed as he stepped over some steel bars.
Emm tried not to cringe "Oh, Cas don't really come in here. The mess's mine."
"Yours?" He said, as if saying 'but you're a girl' and it wasn't the last straw for Emm but it was damn close to it.
She looked around, trying to see if there was anything fun to kill this guy with or if she'd have to go old fashioned and just fuck his head up with a wrench.
She knew she couldn't make too much noise, though, so no chainsaw or anything too fun. Even if splattering his guts everywhere would've been worth the clean-up.
"Sure, let's go with that then." The guy laughed one more time before caging Emm against one of the various shelves in the garage, his disgusting breath damp and putrid against her ear
Emm couldn't take it anymore. She grasped at something with her hand; it was smooth against her palm, dusty, something with metal and plastic.
Her arm was swinging before her brain could even connect the dots as to what it was.
The guy fell onto his back, screaming profanities as he clutched one of his eyes "You fucking bitch!"
Emm just straddled his chest, that grin she'd been suppressing for so long finally stretching out onto her face.
She looked down at her hand and noticed that she had grabbed a spare motorcycle headlight.
When she had swung, the entire thing had been a blur so she hadn't really seen what she had done to him. Even now, she couldn't see because he was covering it.
But the screw end of the motorcycle headlight was covered in blood and the ripped apart flesh of an eyeball. She could make out the veins against the whites, the chunks of it clinging to the grooves of the metal part.
It filled her with a rush to know that she'd jammed the entire thing in there in one try.
To prevent him from screaming any more, she grabbed his wrist and stuffed it into his mouth, essentially making him pretty much choke on his own flesh. Then, she saw a peek of it.
He was still trying to dig the heel of his palm there, as if putting it there would stop the bleeding. Which made sense, of course. But it definitely wouldn't make a difference.
In any case, when she had yanked his hand away, she saw that his eyeball was replaced with bloody indecipherable gore. There were torn parts of the whites of his eyes near the outsides but it didn't look like there was much of it.
She laughed and he continued to struggle, kicking and bucking, desperate to get her off.
"Oh, so you wan'o play with the bull but y'can't handle the horns?" Emm couldn't help but taunt him a little, relishing in the way his own teeth dug into his wrist as she pressed down on him harder.
Despite the fact that they were almost the same height, she was much stronger than him and holding him down wasn't even a contest.
Before long, though, the struggling and the gore started to bore her. She realised she'd gotten too messy and that she'd have to clean up before she could see you.
Which meant, of course, that it would take longer to go see you. Something that felt unacceptable in her eyes.
So, she bashed his face in with a motorcycle headlight. Over and over. Till his entire skull caved in. And the motorcycle headlight got crushed in her fist. Or till it got crushed against his skull?
Whichever one was stronger, she figured. Her palm would bruise but his head caved in so, she supposed, it was her fist?
It was unfortunate, really, but the anger had built up inside her and the way he had tried cheating on his girlfriend really rubbed Emm the wrong way.
It wasn't like they ever used the head or the brains for anything anyway.
Then, she wrapped his face with a towel she had lying around and she carried him to the basement using the back cellar doors.
If holding him down was pretty easy, this was a piece of cake. She just slung his arm around her shoulders and then wrapped her arm around his torso, holding him up entirely.
She would've fireman carried him but there wanted to stay as clean as possible so there was less clean up.
When she entered, Emm spotted his girlfriend and felt bad for her.
That feeling immediately vanished when Emm remembered how rude she was in the van, trying to take a picture of her like she was a freak or something.
The thing Emm really struggled with was putting him on the autopsy table. She always complained to Casimir about the things. She absolutely enjoyed the sausages he made and the soups too but it was so much work.
She had to put his upper body down first but, then, she did it wrong and accidentally hit his head against the edge. Not like he was still alive but it was still annoying.
Emm had to try again and then a third time. Finally, the third time worked but then she had to get his legs up which wasn't that much of a struggle but it was still time she wasn't spending upstairs!
Where the two loves of her life was!
To make matters worse, as she was doing that, the stupid bimbo woke up and started struggling and stuttering and freaking out. She was crying up a storm, begging and pleading for her life and her boyfriend's life.
Like his entire face wasn't caved in and bloody already?
Emm just left her be and went to go wash her own face, hide the idiots' things, lock one of the guest doors and change her own clothes again.
Hopefully, the bimbo would just tire herself and bleed out.
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"You okay, my love?" Casimir cupped her cheeks, pressing their foreheads together.
Emm just sighed and rolled her eye before nodding her head "Jus'... wanted to ask you 'bout somethin'."
Casimir smirked at that and pressed a kiss to Emm's lips before continuing what he was doing with prepping ingredients "What is it, my love?"
"I d'no if I was p'ck'n up what you were puttin' down before." Emm crossed her arms and leaned her back against the kitchen counter "But you... you think they're real pr'tty too, right?"
Casimir felt his ears get just a little bit hot but, of course, he quickly nodded because he never hid anything from his wife "We'd of course have to get rid of the nuisances but..."
Emm quickly nodded and hugged Casimir from behind, pressing a kiss to the back of his ear "I love 'em so much and I don' know why but I just--"
"I know, dear, calm down." Casimir laughed a bit breathily, trying to keep an understanding expression on his face as he smiled at his rather nervous and bashful wife.
The two of them had been with each other long enough that they could have discreet conversations without having other people know about what they were truly talking about.
For Emm to outright ask him these questions, she must've been really concerned about this. So, of course, he wanted to reassure her as best as he could.
"I'm very interested in them as well. Don't worry." He sliced into the middle of a bell pepper with precision, his ears feeling a little hot from his confession.
Casimir wasn't the best at confessing his feelings but, still, he wanted to make his intentions clear to his wife so she wouldn't be so insecure.
"Y'think they'd go for it?" Emm bit her lip a little, frown gracing her lips as she tightened her hold on her husband "Go f'r me?"
"My dear, you are a mighty fine specimen of a woman. If they don't go for you, well..." Casimir thought on the plethora of drugs he had in the basement and smiled, his finger tracing the silver sheen of the knife in his hand "I have a plan for that."
"You an' your plans." Emm huffed, her breath ruffling Casimir's locks a little bit.
Casimir just laughed again, all airy and soft, before shrugging her off and returning to slicing and dicing the peppers for the steak dinner he was making "Why don't you go and fix the garage? I know you were in a hurry and you didn't clean up after yourself."
Emm groaned, burying her face into her husband's neck. He reached behind her and, for a second, she thought he'd comfort her somehow. Instead, he thread his fingers into his hair and gave a hard yank, pulling her head up so that her ear was right next to his lips.
"You know how I feel about messes right, my dear?" Emm couldn't properly see Casimir's expression but she could imagine what it was: that wide sadistic smirk he always had when people tested him or when something interested him a bit too much
So, she huffed and rolled her eyes "Fine, fine."
Casimir let go easily enough and she unravelled her arms from around his torso, pulling away from him but not before pressing a kiss against his cheek.
She'd go clean up as fast as she could and then, maybe, she'd go join you and Casimir in preparing dinner.
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Casimir watched as Emm left to go deal with her mess, a fond smile on his face.
Unfortunately, the peace was interrupted when he was shoved from the side by that one guy who loved tormenting you.
He remembered this guy's name purely because he hated him so much: Bran. Like the cereal. What an idiot.
Casimir had heard the footsteps so he hadn't been surprised by the shove but he hadn't exactly braced himself either so, when he was pushed against the counter, the knife clattered out of his hand.
It didn't matter. If needed, Casimir had other things he could kill this douche bag with.
Hopefully, he wouldn't have to. Casimir was hoping to bleed this one out and torture him slowly.
Casimir and Emm both noticed the way Bran had stared after you, looking at you like you were an object to be lusted after, like you belonged to Bran, all while he already had a girlfriend.
It definitely disgusted Casimir and he knew that cheating was a sore subject for Emm.
"The fuck are you two talking about?" Bran tried to sound as menacing as possible.
"Nothing." Casimir just smirked as he turned to face the asshole, hoping this man would give him any reason at all to humiliate him "Can I help you?"
"I'm fucking on to you." Bran spat out which, of course, made Casimir feel especially disgusted. "You and your fucking freak wife."
Casimir felt a little bit of his sanity snap when Bran said that specific phrase but he knew he had to hold back "On to me about what exactly?"
"I don't know." The question made Bran back off and the admission made Casimir smirk mockingly at him.
Bran looked like he was about to punch Casimir in the face but, before he could, Casimir took him by the wrist and straightened himself so that he was easily taller than Bran.
"We have helped you, we have sheltered you and we are now about to feed you. I will not have you disrespect me in my own home." Casimir smirked from ear to ear, his eyes boring into Bran's "So, tell me what your problem is with your words, like an adult, or get the hell out of my face."
Casimir could at least give credit to the man: he was fearless. Bran didn't back down. "They're mine."
"Your girlfriend?" Casimir played innocent, all the while his grip on Bran's wrist tightened to the point of being unbearable.
He could see it in Bran's face; the man was wincing and flinching away but the feeble tugs he tried to make were no match for Casimir's grasp.
Still, stubbornly, Bran continued "You know who I'm talking about."
Casimir finally let go "I am quite sure I do not. In any case, neither my wife nor I have any interest in your girlfriend."
"Where is she anyway?" Casimir added, dusting himself off and wiping Bran's spittle off of his skin.
"She's high right now so she's in Chloe and Dirk's room." Bran growled, still as aggressive as before but unable to make a move against Casimir since he was cradling his wrist "Once Chloe and Dirk get back, we're fucking out of here."
"Have fun driving with three wheels." Casimir just turned back to the food, not at all worried about the idiot behind him.
Oh, but Casimir definitely stored this entire event in his mind, knowing for a fact that he'd get his revenge later.
Bran didn't respond but he could hear the moron's thumping steps as he ran up the stairs and slammed one of the doors.
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After your dinner with the two them, Casimir watched as you excused yourself and went outside.
Emm looked worried but Casimir didn't have a single doubt in his mind. His plans were absolute and he wouldn't let you escape. He had planned for every single eventuality and he would make sure you were theirs.
"Wait a few minutes before going after her." He said instead, pressing a kiss against her forehead as he started putting the dishes away.
"What about you?" She glanced at him warily.
Casimir simply picked up one of the sheathed knives with a bored expression on his face "I think the other two got high so I better just chloroform them and bring them downstairs."
Emm seemed satisfied by that because she grinned, laughing at Casimir's expression "What kind'a fucked up freaks are we that we get both'red when the killin's all borin'?"
Casimir just clipped the leather knife sheath to his belt loop and stepped towards his wife, kissing her chastely on the lips "Why, my dearest, the best kind, of course."
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gffa · 8 months
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choose violence 🥰✨: 3 (altho to avoid the Drama™ it should be more related to something silly I don't want u to die to answer this lmao), 7, 9, 10, 20, 21 (v curious about the last two actually)
3. screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr NO NO I AM HAPPY TO DO THIS ONE because it is my favorite worst take I've ever seen: "Did you know that Darth Vader and the Empire must have freed all the slaves because we never see any slaves in the original trilogy!" THEY WERE SERIOUS. (Pssst, nobody tell them about Oola.) My other favorite worst take I've ever seen: "We are allowing people to express themselves too much because I just saw people shipping Obi-Wan and Anakin, they're writing all these fics about love, and they shouldn't do that! I also saw people shipping Gojou and Geto from Jujutsu Kaisen and they are FRIENDS, they shouldn't LOVE each other!" Absolutely stellar, no notes, phenomenal, 10/10. 7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them? It is an absolute struggle not to get sucked into the whirlwind around Qui-Gon Jinn's character. He's so often used as a weapon against the other Jedi, when the reality of his character is that he's both a lovely person and kind of an actual asshole in the movie, he's a dick to Jar Jar! He only cares about Anakin because of the prophecy! But he also is genuine about his affections and he was a good teacher to help Obi-Wan come into himself! He's absolutely HILARIOUS when he's not giving a shit throughout all the batshit stuff that happens in the first 20 minutes of the movie! But so much of fandom wants to flatten him out into either lionizing him or demonizing him and, if that made it more fun for people, I'd be more onboard! Hell, yeah, lionize the hell out of your faves because you love them!! But so few people seem to actually care about the character for himself and, when he gets used to bash the other Jedi, sometimes it's hard to get out of the instinctive urge to dislike the character. (QUI-GON DESERVES BETTER THAN THIS. LET HIM BE AN ASSHOLE CAT THAT WE LOVE.) 9. worst part of canon Honestly, I like pretty much all of Lucas' canon, which is the primary stuff I care about. And most of the boring stuff I can just ignore. But, man, I have trouble with TBB. 20. part of canon you found tedious or boring To be honest, pretty much any of the Star Wars books from the last couple of years that don't focus on established characters. (And some of the established characters, too, I could not finish the Padme trilogy.) I am just so full up on half-sketched characters that never seem to have any real arc to their character or bite to them that I've almost entirely stopped reading SW books, I'm just so bored with them, none of them have Lucas' ability to create a character I want to spend time with or they don't have the page time (like 3+ books worth) to develop them. 21. part of canon you think is overhyped I wouldn't have said this three years ago, but I'll say it today: The Mandalorian. That first season was phenomenal and deserved to be as hyped as it was, just for what it did for breathing enthusiasm back into the fandom. Those early days were amazing, we all got along in fandom, there was genuine affection and zeal for having fun with the characters! But by the time the third season came around, despite that I had a blast during it, it didn't deserve the hype anymore, Favroni had lost their focus or something, and it was all over the place and I don't think it deserves to be "the GOOD Star Wars" live action anymore. (You know what I mean with that.)
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To be Timeless, for the Sun (A Short Welcome Home AU Story)
Looks like you were snooping around in the Boss' office! Let's see what you find! Oh! And don't get caught! (I really gotta find a name for this AU I have going on-).
TW: Cults, Narcissism, Mentions of Killing, Written Descriptions of Gore
☀️What are you doing? This is a bad idea. Snooping around in your boss' office after work hours is simply devious, at best, if not outright criminal! If curiosity killed the cat, however, your pelt would be hung up and dry if you didn't do something to satisfy that curiosity. After all, satisfaction brought that curious cat back, right?
☀️You have seen your boss, William Dorelaine, entering the Playfellow Workshop after hours. He even brings a group of people with him. Most of those people look the same, with only one person being different everytime they enter. You never stick around long enough to see them leave. He has also taken to talking, more than usual, about how he knows great things. He has always had narcissistic tendencies, but something is causing it to grow.
☀️You turn on your flashlight, peeping around Mr. Dorelaine's office. The first thing your eyes snap onto is the large Welcome Home poster behind his office chair. His favorite character has always been Home, for some reason, and this poster has Home front and center. Turning around, you see the little Home figure on his desk, alongside a matching Wally Darling figure. His desk is a mess, with papers strewn about.
☀️You flash the light up, seeing the numerous clocks in his office. How many clocks does one man need? Most of them don't even seem to be working, as the hands are still as stone. The wallpaper is odd, too, with its sun and moon patterns. You have been noticing the increase of day and night murals around the studio, but you always thought it was for the childish art style and not the contents of it. Or maybe something like "the sun will always rise tomorrow"? To make a children's show, you need a positive attitude and to be in the right mood to do it. Now you are starting to realize that your boss might just like suns and moons. Good for him, you guess? It isn't hurting anybody, after all.
☀️Then, you spot it: a book on his desk, with a symbol on it. It looks sort of like a sun, with a crescent moon in one half of the circular center, and an hourglass right in the middle of it all. You assume it must be a diary of sorts, due to the little lock on the side. Diaries are the only book that you can think of having locks on them, after all. Mr. Dorelaine has always been pretty crafty, after all. He loves to modify things to make them "more beautiful" in his eyes. Considering his apparent love of suns and moons, as well as his clock collection, it wouldn't be that odd for him to put a design like that onto his diary. After all, the two hatchets by his door have little designs on them. He decorated everything.
☀️You pick up the book, and to your surprise, it is unlocked. How odd... You flip through it, starting at the first page. "The leader has told us to write down our experiences in his care. That is what I shall do, with great joy." You raise an eyebrow. So this is a diary, of sorts. Just a bit more complicated. Leader? You really are starting to feel like you have found something you shouldn't have. You can't stop now, though. You might as well read further. You could take it home with you, but Mr. Dorelaine will then notice that something so important is missing. He'd probably do anything figure out who it is that took it...
☀️You flip forward a few pages. "The great leader took me in when I had nowhere to go. Fresh out of college, he saw my brilliant potential, unlike the others. I was a wayward soul with no control over myself. This waywardness made me have no purpose in my life. He took me in and corrected me. He showed me the brilliant sunlight of the divine dimension waiting for those who take the good path in life. He gave me purpose."
☀️You feel uneasy... this sounds like a cult. You regret not taking your camera with you. You could've taken pictures of this if you brought it. You don't want to call the police without adequate information, though. You need to read just a bit further. Flipping ahead, you find a page that has a smudged, red thumbprint on it.
☀️"It was a bit scary, at first. However, the leader told me it was a necessary deed. The divine plan for my brother's show couldn't be completed with him in the picture. It was after the party, when he was walking to his car, that we took him to the leader. My heart was pumping so hard and fast that I could hear it in my head. Everything was a blur that night. The last thing I remember of that night was taking a hatchet and cracking his skull open, before red covered my shoes. I then..."
☀️You slam the book shut. You have to get out of here. NOW. You were right when you read the first part. This is something you shouldn't have seen. You need to call someone. The police! You have something to tell them that is going to make them start an investigation. Even if the first part, about the odd, cult like behavior isn't enough to cause them to look into Mr. Dorelaine, this part about his brother? It is going to be enough. You turn around, and-
☀️There stands William Dorelaine, a scowl on his pretty face. He shuts the door, locking it as he asks "Snooping around my office? Explain yourself. Now. What did you see?"
☀️Your face must be as pale as a ghost, right now. He continues, grabbing one of his two hatchets and walking over to you. No... no, no! The diary entry... This isn't good! "Are you proud of yourself? What did you see? How much do you know?" You swallow thickly. It is probably better to be honest, right? You are much more scared of lying, only for him to catch it and get more angry. If you are honest, there is an ever so slight chance he might spare you, right? You open your mouth, saying "I umm... I saw the book. I'm sorry! I won't tell anybody about what I read! I-"
☀️He shushes you, glaring down at you as he moves the hatchet in his hands, as if daring you to speak out of turn. "I can't trust you. Do you know just how important all of this is? Just how important YOU are?" You raise an eyebrow, shaking your head. He chuckles "Of course you don't. Unlike myself, you haven't seen the light. I have been waiting for an excuse to get you tangled up in this community I am a part of. You would be perfect. Curious, wayward, no future plans or purpose outside of the present... Just like I was before I was brought in."
☀️You shake your head, causing that scowl to return to his face. "You should be grateful that I am sparing you. You'll soon see. Our purpose is to become timeless. To worship our sun for eternity, so that we will bask in its glory and warmth. It is far too much for me to explain at the moment. It is unfortunate we had to have this conversation under such... unfortunate circumstances. Don't worry, though. We will care for you."
☀️ You're trapped. As he was speaking, his friends entered the room. Looks like you have no choice but to go along with them...
☀️"You'll see. Welcome Home is just the start of something far greater. Just wait and watch."
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mishastansstuff · 9 months
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Ah, my first fanfic on here. Lucky you. If you like it, let me know, and you can request my next one if you want.
Castiel x reader
I'm going lean more towards female pronouns, but I suppose it can still be gender neutral. So, take it however you want.
Description: Cas takes Dean's relationship advice seriously and starts to change himself in order to seem a better boyfriend.
Warnings: None, really. There's a sexual innuendo at the start. Cas is a warning just on his own
"Are you an elevator?".
I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up at the deep voice that appeared from nowhere "What?". "Because I'll go up and down on you".
I spat out the water I was drinking and coughed at his unexpected words "Excuse me?". He shrugged. I sighed, shaking my head "Where did you learn that? Cas, have you been watching the pizza man again?". He smiled, shaking his head "No, Dean told me to look up something called 'pick-up lines'. Supposedly, they help people get dates". I chuckled "Okay, it very much depends on the person. And there are different types of pick-up lines, not all of them will work". He nodded "I see". I chuckled "Besides, we've been dating for almost six months. I don't think you need to use them now". He shrugged "That's what confused me". I giggled "That's why we don't talk to Dean about these things". I walked over to him, then reached up to put my arms around his neck. He smiled down at me, putting his arms around my waist. "Why did Dean tell you to do that anyway?". He shrugged "I'm not sure. I was asking him something else, I suppose he just wanted to know how you would react. He's a curious one". I sighed "You are lucky you're cute, feathers".
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"Hello, y/n".
"Hi, Cassy".
I felt him kiss my head briefly as he sat beside me. I furrowed my eyebrows for a second. That was odd, but not unwelcomed. I didn't look up from my book. One of the things I loved about Cas was that he never interrupted me when I was reading. He knew I hated it, so usually he'd sit beside me quietly. Or he would have his own book. Unlike some people in this bunker, Cas respected my wish to read in peace.
"Y/n".
Except now for some reason. I looked at him "What is it?". He looked a little perplexed, so I put my book down to give him my full attention. "Cas, what's wrong?". He sighed "Y/n, would you like to... cuddle?". I frowned, thinking that something was really wrong "Do you want to?". He perked up at that, his blue eyes lighting up "Can we?". I chuckled softly "Yeah, sure. Of course, we can. Is it okay if I bring my book?". He nodded, then stood up. I wasn't sure what had gotten into him, but I had never been one to say no to those puppy eyes of his.
I followed him to the room, which we had all made into a living room complete with couches and a tv. It was cosy.
"So, how do we cuddle?" He asked. I chuckled "Well, there are lots of different ways. But I'll show you my favourite. Lie on the couch against the arm". "Alright". He did as told, then I joined him and crawled into his arms. He got the message and put his arms around me as I turned to rest my head on his chest. "So, what's all this about?" I asked. He smiled "I read about it in a magazine. It said cuddling can decrease stress levels and bring couples closer. I wanted to see for myself". I chuckled "Okay, that has given me more questions than answers. What magazine was it? Where did you get it and why?". He shrugged "You told me not to talk to Dean anymore. But I was getting pie for him when I saw some magazines and there were articles on relationships. It seemed helpful, so I bought all of them". I laughed, then settled back into him "Okay". I opened my book again and continued from where I left off. Turns out I was okay with him figuring things out by himself if it meant doing things like this.
After a few pages, I said "So, what's the verdict on cuddling?". I felt him rest his chin on my shoulder "I like having you close to me". He sighed "Means you're safe". My heart about melted, his words almost brought tears to my eyes. Being loved by Cas was the most precious thing in the world. I knew he loved me, although he didn't say it often. But I didn't need him to. Because every so often he would show me. It was little things that most people wouldn't even think about. It made loving him so easy. I fell in love with him again everyday. It was literally heaven on earth and I wouldn't have it any other way.
"You know, in the book I'm reading there's a character that remind me of you" I told him. "Really?" He asked. I nodded "Yeah". "Is he an angel?" He asked. I giggled "No, he's human. But he shares a lot of your qualities". He nodded "What's-". "Shh, I'll tell you later. I'm almost finished" I shushed him, then continued reading. He sighed, but let me read quietly. I think he was enjoying the intimacy, and so was I.
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"I'm back, guys!".
"Did you get my pie?".
"Yes, Dean. I got your pie, shut up".
"Well, last time-".
"It was one time, D. Let it go already!".
He grumbled something under his breath. Sam chuckled, taking a couple of bags from me and helping me to the kitchen. "Thanks, Sam. At least one of you notices my struggles". Dean rolled his eyes playfully as I stuck my tongue out at him "Where's Cas?". He shrugged "Not sure". I followed Sam to the kitchen and we put the groceries away.
"I'll be in my room, boys" I informed them. They both nodded and I headed in the direction of my room to take what I thought was a well-earned nap.
Later
When I woke up, I heard familiar voices calling for me. "Somebody better be dead" I mumbled as I got up from my bed and exited my room. When I got to the main room, I asked "What the hell is going on?" before I properly looked. "You tell us. Take a look at your boyfriend" Dean replied. I looked to where he was pointing. Seeing Cas, my jaw dropped to the floor as well as my heart it felt like. Cas wasn't wearing his usual getup. He was wearing clothes similar to Sam and Dean. Black faded jeans, a plain grey tshirt and a red/black flannel with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. "I... don't know what's happening. Cas, why are you dressed like that?" I asked, my mind still completely and utterly boggled. I wasn't going to lie, it was a little unsettling seeing him in other clothes. But he also looked hot, so it was very mixed feelings.
I sighed, knowing it had something to do with those magazines he bought "Cas". I motioned for him to follow me. I led him to my room and when we got there, I shut the door. "I don't understand, Cas. Why are you suddenly wanting to do all these things?". He frowned "I thought you would like it, y/n". I paused, for a split second thinking about telling him how good he looked in these clothes. But I couldn't. I sighed "That isn't what I asked. Why do you think you need to start doing this weird shit?". He went over to my bed and sat down "Because you deserve better than me, y/n. I don't understand what it is about me that makes you want to be with me. I wanted answers. So I went to Dean. I see now that wasn't a good idea, I regret that. But everything else is because I'm trying to figure out what you like so I can get better at this for you. I'm not sure I like the term boyfriend, I want to be more than that for you". That made so much more sense. I sat beside him "Cas, did you ever think to just ask me?". He looked at me "I was afraid of what you might say". I smiled "Well, ask me now". "Okay, what do you like?".
"I like you, Cassy".
He tilted his head, so I expanded my answer "I love you, Cas. I love you the way you are. Dean told you to use a pick-up line to figure it out. But the truth is, you never would've needed one in the first place. I fell in love with you because of who you are, and I... what I don't want is for you to change that because you think I would want that. I want you to stay exactly as you are. As for what I deserve, I'm not sure. But I certainly don't deserve you. I believe I'm the lucky one in this relationship, but I also don't think there's anyone who can come close to how I feel about you. So you're stuck with me, feathers". He smiled slightly "There's no one I'd rather be stuck with". He pulled me closer to him, then kissed me.
We had kissed many times, but this one felt special. It was a confirmation from both of us that the relationship between us ran deeper that we ever thought before. When we pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine "So, you don't like the pick-up lines". "Not so much". "You like the cuddling?". "Very much so". "And you don't like the clothes". "No, I love the clothes. They look really good on you". He tilted his head "You don't want the trenchcoat then?". I chuckled "No, I want the trenchcoat back". His face scrunched in confusion "What?". I giggled "Cas, I encourage the cuddling and stuff. But you have to understand that the trenchcoat you wear is the only thing I've ever seen you wear. It's a little unsettling, honestly. I like that you wear the same outfit every day, it's... like the only constant thing in my life, and I really need you not to change that. But if you want to, every once in a while, wear different clothes, that's up to you". He nodded "I understand". "Please don't ever change" I sighed, burying my face into his shoulder.
"I won't" He replied softly.
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maddenedbythesstars · 2 months
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Hello! I saw you mentioned in your tags that you read a Sutherland interview in which he discusses Snow's love for Katniss as specifically not sexual, which accords with what else I've heard from him on the subject, but I didn't immediately recognise which interview you were referring to from your description. Do you know which one this was? I'm keen to read it if it's new to me!
hi! so, a few days ago i simply googled "donald sutherland interview snow relationship with katniss", because i was so curious, and it was like, the first i found on page 1. that's the link, and that's a screenshot of this part in particular (but the whole thing is very interesting in itself):
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obviously, since snow is a 80+ year old man and katniss is like 17, he probably didn't want to be misunderstood. i see it as an Enemy Mine bordering on some kind of twisted affection, obsession, and fascination for his part. also, this is of course the actor's interpretation and the way he played the character - i doubt it was suzanne collins' intention lmao. though "he recognizes in her everything he could have been" certainly rings differently after tbosas, with the similarities/polar differences between the two protagonists of respectively the main series and the prequel stand-alone novel, and their relationship with peeta and lucy gray.
idk, i find it all very interesting; i am a sucker for villain/hero dynamics, even when they're only platonic (and especially if they involve a female character, because i love my girl blorbos).
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Hope it's not to late to send a request for the event >~< it was hard to choose but I can just perfectly imagine Jade and/or Azul for number 11, the one with the Rock and a conversation I would actually have 😭
Author's Note: Based off a conversation I had don't worry because at least you didn't actually say it. Made an extention on the EVENT because it's not getting much interaction. Requests/Anon/Tags all open.
Description: GN Reader's having a little study sesh with Azul and Jade (Separately) but then reader makes a mistake. Romantic-intended. Just being goofy with them. Jade's is short, ooc? azul
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Igneous, Phosphorus-
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Azul
The room was very quiet, save for the slight noise of pen on paper from the one sitting next to you. Small neat lines filled the page, the contents being an outline of what to go over in your session. It wasn't long before he set the pen down, looking over what he wrote, then to you.
"So, what do you want to do first?"
You sighed, biting you lip slightly, nerves giving a tingle. Exams were in a few weeks, and you had much to do. Luckily, Azul was there to help. "Easy one probably, so I can get a bit of a warmup in first before all the difficult ones"
"Good idea. What would you say that is?" The merman asked, bringing his pen up again in preparation.
"Well, geology's pretty easy, couldn't do it blindfolded though"
"Alright, let's start with that then. You remember all the basica?"
"Yes" you replied after a short pause
"Are you sure?"
"...No"
You flicked at the pen you were holding, as he chuckled, he always seemed to know what you really meant.
Azul flipped through a textbook, trying to find whatever page he needed, while you shifted to get ready for his next instructions.
"The vocabulary section we need is on page... ah, page 231. Don't open yours yet, let's see what you know already. Starting with basics, say the types of rock." His smile wavered when he saw your face begin to take on a form of confusion.
"You want me to say every rock there is?"
Azul snorted, regaining his posture quickly while stifling a much louder laugh "No Mc, types as in their classifications"
"Oh! That's much easier, there's igneous" Exclaiming and realizing your mistake, you started thinking of answers.
"Yes, keep on going" He nodded. "Phosphorus" You nodded back to him
"Ye- Did you say Phosphorus?" Azul quickly turned, his eyes squinting at you. Another laughing fit was about to hit him, and he barely had any time to recover from his first one. He was feeling much more relaxed with you here, and your mistakes were helping to lighten the mood whether you intended it or not.
"It sounded like a rock name!"
"Well it sure is a mineral, just not the one you're thinking of"
"Shut up" You said pushing him playfully, beginning to lugh at yourself too. "We need to, we need, we need to keep studying" you stuttered out trying to catch your breath
"We do, but the periodic table is next since you seem eager for that."
Jade
Sitting down next to Jade at a table in Mostro Lounge, he gave a polite nod as a greeting. A big test was coming in geology, and your teacher had assigned everyone a partner to study with.
"Hello Mc, have you been doing well?"
After the niceties were out of the way, you begain with one of the study guides you had to fill out.
"I suppose we should each do them separately and then check each other's and discuss." He stated looking at your from being his papers.
"Sounds good. Let's get to it."
Scribbling pencils mingled with the gentle music playing over the speakers for a few minutes, then a clink as one set down, soon followed by another.
"Who should read their answers first?" you asked him.
He slowly blinked, resting his hand gently on his chin. "You were first to finish, why don't you go ahead? Of course, if you don't want to, I don't mind."
"I'm fine with that. For the first part I got igneous"
"Yes, same here."
"Then for the next part, Phosphorus"
"No" he chuckled at you, his mismatched eyes gleaming with delight. Normally that wasn't a good sign, but in this scenario it was as innocent as could be.
"I didn't mean to say that, it was an accident" Correcting yourself, and giving him your sheet, wordlessly telling him to check for himself.
"I do enjoy your enthusiasm with that answer, and other than that you're correct" He handed you back your sheet, fingers brushing together for a split second. You were in for a long study session.
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soya-ix · 4 months
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Love Letter
Written for Day 1 of @hisakikiweek 2023
I wasn't made for love
And you weren't made for sideshows
I don't get the jokes
For you it's how the day goes
I made up my mind. I'd be on my own
I thought I'd always known
I was taught to fight
And be the bravest soldier
Trained to be the light
For what lies on my shoulders
I don't need a man. I'll do it alone
I thought I'd always known
But I was your secret mission
Kept failing but you never gave in
You fought and prayed for a different ending
It did the trick. Now we write new pages
I don't show off scars
But you know when to cure me
When they speak of us
They'll say that it's a mystery
I'm perfectly fine. I know you'll be home
Guess I didn't really know
That you had a bad addiction
Ran in your veins and you couldn't quit it
You paced in haste in search of an exit
Then stayed by my side and we'd last like a legend
Love was an obligation
Best served with reputation
You knelt before me
I checked your eyes
Fixation was all inside
In the death of a faux romance
I saw true love come to life
'Cause I was your secret mission
Lingered in dreams, kept you up and haunted
You tossed and turned til daylight came in
Out of the woods, in the clear you found something
'Cause you had a bad addiction
Conquered your heart, then left you out there fading
A kiss on the lips and you broke the curses
Cutting through fate, in love we are falling
(Some more reading for those who're interested in why I wrote this👇🏻)
A few months ago our mod of the event @sabishi-tomo told me there may be one-sentence prompts for the creators in this year's HisaKiki week. And very randomly someday, I thought of this question for myself: if I were to describe HisaKiki in one sentence, what would it be? It was a fun challenge but also extremely hard. I couldn't think of something proper just by myself. So I borrowed a line from Taylor (of course) and rewrote it. Then I thought it looked like the end of a bridge. So I wrote a bridge. Then I thought if I have a bridge why not finish the whole thing? I've always wanted to write something about HisaKiki. So I tried harder and finished the whole thing.
I wanted to find words to describe their relationship, and their story on the whole. The first question I thought I should answer was "what's unique about HisaKiki?". And one thing that came to me, which later became the opening line, is that Kiki doesn't seem like she's made for love. She's born and raised to be a leader. And inherently she is one. Growing up, she's always trying to be stronger, more independent and reliable — to her that's what it means to be a qualified leader. For that reason, and perhaps for genetic reasons as well, she seems cool and aloof most of the time — not a typical lover. Meanwhile, "love" is one of her main obligations — she must marry, for political purposes. So she's not "made for love", but she is obliged to "love". And it's fascinating that she's actually falling in love with the one she chooses to be "in love" with. Mostly based on that, I wrote these (supposed) lyrics.
At first it wasn't meant for any prompt we have this year, but halfway through the writing process I noticed it could be seen as a love letter from Kiki's perspective, so here I am sharing it for Day 1 :D
There are lots of concepts, references, descriptions etc. that I borrowed from Taylor, so for the Swifties it would probably be extra fun to read. Haha ;)
Hope you liked it!💖
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myreallymachine · 1 year
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Perceptions of Junjou Romantica pt.1
I reread Junjou Romantica.
And I liked it, I know it's a red flag; I admit it, and I don't regret stating this.
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Okay, so last Saturday, December 03, between these midnight slumps, moments where everything you consider right starts to be questioned, is that Junjou Romantica came to my head, as a blurry idea.
I listened to the thought and after at least 30 minutes of online research, I found a translation page that updates the Manga, more or less up to date and without spelling mistakes, something that is always appreciated.
Before reviewing (this is going to take a long time) then I think it is appropriate to give the respective credits to this translation group:
Credits for the small screenshots I'm going to post to @hibonbl-scan on Tumblr and link to his page where I read the manga (at least the last few caps):
(in Spanish, bc I'm lazy man. Please see the image descriptions (ALT) to read the English translation of the cartoons)
BTW: This post is a translation for a last ONE.
I read the chapters before act 40.5 in TMO and Manga Dogs; please support @hibonbl-scans in their official pages and do not resubmit the manga to these platforms, because it is a demerit to the hard work that this group does for the readers.
Anyway, I'll stop chitchatting because this is coming for a long time, because it is about the avalanche of thoughts both good and bad, of what Junjou Romantica has meant to my life.
On goodreads I rated my review 4.4 out of five stars but… objectively it doesn't deserve more than 3.
Is Junjou romantica a bad manga?
The short answer is: Yes.
But then why did I score it so high?
Because the moment you put aside the bad time the first few chapters put you through, is when you start to highlight the good stuff.
So, a little context for you to understand the crossroads of my life:
My first BL anime, was Junjou Romantica, like a lot of the people who started watching yaoi. I watched it believing that Misaki, the main character, was a girl.
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And I was shocked to realize that there could be a genre specific to gay relationships in anime. At that time, I only watched shojo (I also watched kuroko no basket, but I should dedicate another post to that), my epitome of romance was Adrian and Marinnete's relationship from miraculus ladybug, and I was 12 years old.
If I were to go back in time, I would have said to myself, don't watch Junjou Romantica until you understand that the attitudes Usagi exercises with Misaki are not romantic. THEY ARE TOXIC, THEY ARE WRONG and SHOULD NOT BE ROMANTIC.
I was one of the many girls who somehow approached yaoi believing that gay relationships, in real life, were based on abuse and possession which in manga/anime, looked good, but in real life is BAD.
Well, anyway, back then, as soon as I finished the bl anime page, I read the junjou Romantica manga, but I didn't remember anything, so I decided to reread it.
Current context:
I introduce myself; I'm a 17-year-old Chilean girl, who writes BL fanfiction since she saw junjou romantica. My romantic experience is not null, but the truth is that I've never felt in love. Nowadays, I can clearly differentiate the harmful attitudes of my environment and I can say that I managed to say NO to a relationship that was going to become something extremely toxic.
Disclaimer: the manga is not finished yet. But at this point the ending is pretty easy to guess and almost all the main conflicts are settled, so I don't think my opinion will change with the ending.
Also: Too many spoilers.
With this in mind, I can start commenting: Bring your beverage of choice, make yourselves comfortable because this started long and will go on long.
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The plot: Usagi is a traumatized novelist, Misaki a traumatized boy but with a cool brother. Usagi and Misaki love each other. 💕
That the easiest plot summary.
I'm going to start with the good and the bad I'll analyze it later.
My favorite character is: MISAKI 🤧
I give a trophy to Misaki, for achieving this position in my heart. A real shame that within the fandom you are so underrated, all because of Usagi's sexy face. However, I didn't fall for Usagi's charms, and I can say that Misaki is one of the best developed characters I've encountered in manga.
WHAT????
When I was 12 I didn't appreciate it, but now. OMG.
Misaki needs real recognition, and so I'm going to start by highlighting what makes him such a mind-blowing character.
Misaki is an orphan boy, and he still blames himself in his 20-something years for this event, for this very reason is that he grows up to become an insecure man with low self-esteem and even comes to believe that he doesn't deserve to be loved.
It gives me certain vibes of Charlie from heartstopper, but worse.
HOW?
Now they're going to want to kill me, I get it.
Misaki, has all these complexes, besides being an orphan, having clear homosexual preferences that he represses and his older brother who has taken care of him, since his parents died, is getting married and, therefore, Misaki must become independent to not disturb the family environment that his brother will begin to form with great effort.
And I emphasize that bother, because Misaki throughout the manga we see him constantly repressing himself for fear of being a nuisance. He shuts up his opinions, his own desires, for the sake of the other person. He is too humble, so much so that it becomes painful. But Misaki grew up like this, it's the way he lives.
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But everything I said, it doesn't end there, because the Misaki of vol. 1 changes too much to the Misaki we meet in vol. 27.
Misaki is my favorite character because we see him grow too much, so much so that I ended up in tears of pride just for him.
In the beginning he is, as I said, a snowball of insecurities, which if not healed, is going to end up getting bigger and bigger. His motivations (at the beginning) are basic: finish college, get married, work, and die. A life scheme that she considers boring, but at least it won't cause problems for the people around her.
Misaki, too, has a big issue expressing his feelings, he gets a mental circuit breaker and runs out of words even though he knows them well. He cannot express what he likes and dislikes; something that also contributes to the misunderstandings that occur throughout the saga
(and which add to the toxicity of the main relationship, at the beginning).
But in the end, Misaki not only accepts that he wants to be with Usagi for life, but is also able to express this clearly to her most important circle of people. He is confident enough in the decisions he makes that he can fearlessly reject people who want to go overboard with him. And furthermore, he brings to the relationship he has with Usagi no longer just as a stereotypical "tender Uke" figure BUT now he does so by supporting the very "super strong Seme" that Usagi is supposed to be.
Exactly. Misaki acknowledges that he's pivotal because without him, Usagi would be dead. At first, he says it as a joke, but now we realize that it's true. That their relationship works for the simple reason that they complement each other like a glove.
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This is true love 💓. Because we are into something that is mutual.
Misaki can convey that he doesn't like something, maybe with a little more effort than everyone else; but he CAN. He is a boy who has grown into an adult who intelligently recognizes desires, ambitions, fears, and affection.
He transmits and receives love; in all spectrums of the word. As we see in the last vignette. If you only saw it you wouldn't know who Usagi or Misaki are, because they are equals. They consider each other as equals and respect each other as one.
Do you know how much it took for Misaki to identify herself as someone just as valid as Usagi?
Junjou romantica, to me, more than a romantic story is the journey of overcoming a troubled boy through sincere love. It's Misaki's journey, and how this is just beginning, assuming that it will hurt many times and cost; but with Usagi by her side she will be able to overcome the gaps.
There is a reason why the story begins when Misaki is so young. He is 22 years old, just finished college. That is to say, he has all his life and is going to keep learning. Junjou Romantica is the beginning of Misaki's journey.
My favorite scene with Misaki as the main character is when he talks to his sister-in-law about his relationship with Usagi. That explosion of information and feelings they had inside her for years is something magical. I was in tears from how proud I was.
Maybe it wasn't the best confession, but he told her everything he felt, he conveyed to his sister-in-law all the time he has invested in the relationship with Usagi. That it would be for life.
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I was with Misaki, supporting him through everything, hoping for the best. I am amazed at how much he was able to convey with those words.
I felt his nervousness. At that point I was already crying, but I had to take a break when I read the following:
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So short. So sincere and so meaningful.
I don't think I need to say anything else. Misaki as the best character in the whole manga. First point finished 😉
Now, I know what they're waiting for.
Who they're waiting for.
Usagi-San.
Is he a good character or a bad character, are his actions justified, should he be forgiven?
First, a little vignette of the men we're here to analyze.
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One good thing I should point out: His obsession with teddy bears. That has a charm that's hard to ignore. Seeing a guy carrying a teddy bear all the time is wonderful.
In short; Usagi is a novelist, who has a bad relationship with his family and, in reality, knows little about human relationships. We realize this in the first moment, when he attacks Misaki, just for seeing him meddling in her things.
If I'm not mistaken, Usagi never had a steady partner before Misaki, but I want to sound like there was a thing with Hiroki, but I don't remember too well and, I don't really care either (I'll talk about my complicated relationship with secondary partners later).
Okay, so with that in mind, let's start with the bad stuff, just to get it out of the way.
What's up with falling in love with the brother of your biggest crush?
The younger brother, to boot.
I consider that to be the least realistic thing about Misaki and Usagi's relationship, because we're dealing with a replacement dynamic; which ends up affecting Misaki later on.
However, I think that if Nakamura, had the opportunity to remake the first volumes, that would be something that would change; because it is NOT necessary that in order to form a strong relationship between two characters it is mandatory that one has a crush on the other. Misaki's brother himself, is a living image of this. He never had any interest in Usagi in that way and yet, he considers him as her best friend.
(I will also talk about Misaki's brother later but wait).
The second thing I don't like are the attitudes Usagi has, I'll leave a little sequence, so you can realize this by yourselves.
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Context: Misaki is talking to Usagi's family and Usagi appears out of nowhere.
I mean, I know it's a joke, but it gets a little murky when we actually realize that Usagi is the kind of partner who would put her boyfriend on a damn GPS, so she knows where he is.
It's controlling.
Still, we can salvage a bit of the reasons why Usagi is that way, so distrustful even of the person he loves; but I must stress that this doesn't justify his actions either. His controlling behavior stems from how much he has struggled to form stable relationships in the past.
See, in the manga itself we are told how for Usagi, Misaki is the first person to cry for him. We are even told that this is what caught Usagi's attention, how Misaki's empathy was so high that he expressed all the pain that Usagi held back, all by himself; despite the two of them getting along “badly” at the beginning of the story.
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That's the word: “Irreplaceable”. The main reason Usagi controls Misaki so much is that he knows that he will never find someone who feels the same things, at the same intensity as Misaki does.
Now, does this justify his actions?
NO, NO AND NO.
Let's not confuse motives with justifications, they are very different things, but that we have to realize in order to understand the characters a little more. Because if we start defending toxic attitudes we will be in front of a red flag, and maybe we should start rethinking what we consider love and respect.
Now, let's talk about being possessive, and we don't have to go too far in the manga for the first signs of this attitude to come to light.
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This character, who has been almost forgotten, was Misaki's first friend in the uni, when everyone ignored him.
And, in fact, he behaved as a cordial person with Misaki, he made him feel understood and integrated into that micro society that is the University. He even helped Misaki forget for a moment the insecurities that haunted him because he considered himself as his brother's replacement.
In other words, what I said in the first place. Direct effect.
Now. What ends up happening? That Usagi almost wants Misaki to be his. He stresses this to her on occasions where he tells him that he would prefer him to stay in the house 24/7, or in this house itself. Interfering in Misaki's personal relationships.
The good thing is that they're manga characters, so we're dealing with people who function on a scripted basis, but if the situation happened in real life, Misaki's friend would most likely have turned the other way.
Misaki wants to go out to eat with his new friend, but Usagi refuses because he finds himself jealous no longer that he has friendships, but that he is a man. He hates it when Misaki talks to other people, because in Usagi's mentality, that action in itself expresses a sexual interest on Misaki's part.
Which brings us to one of the first major conflicts.
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Misaki, for the first time claims that he wants it and Usagi what does he do?
He represses it.
That contradiction is what I hate most about Usagi, who then later complains that Misaki isn't clear with his feelings, that he doesn't hide things from him, what-the-hell-doesn't-he-do. Dude, you in Act 2, when the two of you, in reality, were nothing, not even an official couple; you silenced Misaki.
How does the situation end? With sex and Usagi imposing himself as someone who has greater authority with Misaki and, therefore, must obey him.
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I tried to cut the scene as best I could, because it is very explicit.
Honestly, this accumulation of attitudes is what makes Usagi a pretty despicable character to me.
It's a strong word, but unfortunately his pretty face doesn't help us to save points.
But well, not everything is bad with Usagi. But in order to highlight the good, it was necessary to identify how this character started in the story.
Because what I like most about Usagi, is how he recognizes that his past actions were wrong and tries to repair the damage caused in the future. Without repeating the same mistakes again.
For this we have to get to the beginning of the current arc, which I have called as “Confession arc” where the relationship of both, can no longer continue to be kept hidden and, therefore, Usagi understands that in order to form a relationship that is already “for life”, he can not continue to mistrust Misaki in such small situations.
It's not for nothing that the relationships that last the least are the ones with trust bumps. It ends up tiring both parties, and they fail as fast as they ascend.
So, the situation is as follows. We have Ijuiin Sensai, who is a mangaka that Misaki adores with all his life. He admires him greatly, but the only problem is that Ijuiin does harbor romantic feelings for Misaki.
This triggers several conflicts, as Usagi, again with his trust issues tries to “mark territory” with this mangaka. But this does not end up making Ijuiin himself see Misaki as a more “desirable” target. Following the logic that when you are forbidden something you end up wanting it more.
The interesting thing happens during Misaki's 22nd birthday, when Misaki and Usagi decide to travel and by the vagaries of life, Ijuiin meets Misaki. He confesses to him and even tries to kiss him.
At this point, we realize that Usagi, is watching everything from afar, seeing when he considers it an appropriate time to intrude.
The great thing is, Usagi doesn't intrude on this conversation. He does not decide to show himself, as he is confident that Misaki will be able to reject Ijuiin Sensei without further complications.
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I think at this point, Usagi starts to put his toxic attitudes aside, and tries to carefully follow Misaki's actions. Something that is really appreciated, because up to this point, I always felt that Usagi, on certain occasions "happened to carry" Misaki, for and for his own benefit.
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This vignette actually has more meaning than you think; it shows us that Usagi, despite being able to have it all, what makes her most happy is knowing that he is able to fully trust Misaki.
It makes him happy to know that the person he loves also fights for the same ideals.
Usagi is not a humble person, but we do not realize how in reality, the only thing he always looked for was that; love. Reciprocal and on firm pillars of trust.
My favorite Usagi moment is this one:
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If someone says something similar for me, I would hold on to this one without a second thought.
In this sentence, all possibility of failure is left out. Usagi throughout the manga has shown us that he does not intend, for anything in the world to let Misaki leave his side. He has fought against the ups and downs, for that.
To go through this life with him.
That perfectly condenses the character's purpose and how something as human as living can be made better if shared with the right person. Usagi already met him, and this is Misaki, and he is not willing for anything in the world to let go of him.
The Japanese don't have a particular and defined religion; they actually share traits of various religions they have in their daily lives, and JR as such has never really shown too marked religious references other than the typical anime/manga ones, such as the New Year's celebration. But I could say that this is the first sentence that has such a marked religious meaning.
There are various beliefs of death; the Catholic one is that we ascend to heaven and live in paradise, in others there is reincarnation, Shintoism, where humans become kami.
But the fact that Usagi has referred to “this life” transcends the religious, because he makes it explicit that he believes that in the next life he will be a completely different person.
The great thing comes when we realize that one life is full of experiences and hardships and he is willing to spend it with Misaki no matter what. Usagi believes that when he dies, in the next life he is not going to have Misaki and that makes him make the decision to live his current life with Misaki as much as he can.
Therefore, I consider this to be one of Usagi's best moments, for the simple fact that it tells us as readers that this is his final decision and that he doesn't plan to change for anything in the world.
A true: "Till death do us part".
In short. Usagi gives for a lot to talk about, considering all the background of the Usami family behind, but I prefer to leave this section up to here to go to another point.
The best brother in the world?
As I was commenting throughout the post, Misaki comes as a package, so to speak. In fact, there would be no Junjou Romantica without Misaki's brother.
Takahiro Takahashi.
I'm bad with names, so I'll just call him Takahiro or brother, just so we understand each other.
I consider Takahiro to be too good a person, and you can understand at a glance where Misaki got all the humility from: From her older brother.
Takahiro instilled in Misaki the values of hard work, honesty, and simplicity.
From the very first moment, we realize that this character is completely devoted to Misaki, to the point of putting his own dreams aside to take care of his little brother.
Takahiro is aside from this, the biggest hero to Misaki, as he is always the first person he looked to for a second opinion or support.
However, I consider Takahiro, starting from the last arc becomes such a cool character that would lead me to rank him as one of the best siblings I've seen in manga.
Starting with the point that it is not too common for the main characters to have siblings.
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THIS CARTOON IS TOO CLEVER.
Takahiro's main flaw is what you see up there; he still sees his younger brother as a child, who is not ready for the adult world. His wife tells him. That Misaki is no longer a child, that he should start seeing him as the independent adult he is.
This of course is going to reflect a shock to Takahiro, who has always sought for Misaki's welfare. Fighting for this with blood, sweat, and tears; defending Misaki from the obstacles that may come his younger brother's way.
But this made Misaki end up, in a subjective way; drowned.
Takahiro is overprotective, that's his biggest problem. Misaki is too important to him and for that very reason, he would like to be aware of everything that happens in his brother's life. He faithfully believes that he knows Misaki too well and trusts that Misaki could never hide information from him because Misaki, in one way or another, is "indebted to him".
Misaki, however, believes that the best way to settle that “debt” (which is the time Takahiro invested in Misaki's childhood), is to get away from Misaki. Letting his brother live a solitary life; with his own family, while Misaki tries to live the best life possible.
Now, clearly they will remain close siblings. I really love the brotherhood between the two because it looks too sincere.
On the other hand, let's have the conflict that occurs when Takahiro discovers his relationship with Usagi and his reaction.
IT WAS SPECTACULAR.
Because it was realistic, he didn't accept everything at the first time. He even gave a look of pure hatred to Usagi, who is his best friend, and took his little brother elsewhere.
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I feel, somehow or other this is no longer about gender. Takahiro doesn't care about the issue of Misaki being with another man, but the simple fact that Misaki has managed to make a person who is not him, become someone precious leaves him too shocked.
I feel that if Usagi were a woman, the same reaction would happen. Takahiro doesn't understand how this guy was able to get Misaki to express his likes and dislikes with such conviction, something that even he couldn't achieve.
This hurts Takahiro, because he hates to know that despite all the effort he made, Usagi managed to bring out a part of Misaki that even he, as an older brother, did not know. It is hard to assume and for that very reason he is perplexed.
Also, there's no denying that he even feels guilty, since it was thanks to Takahiro that Misaki stayed to live with Usagi and, consequently, the relationship was established.
Which brings us to this other thing:
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I applauded at this moment.
Simply spectacular.
Are we in front of one of the best sentences in the whole manga? I think so, because in this sentence Takahiro shows us that even he himself feels guilty of what Misaki has suffered.
He knows that one of Misaki's shortcomings is to apologize even for breathing, besides being aware that the reasons for this behavior are a result of the difficult childhood he had. And more than that, is the issue that Misaki is never going to feel totally “forgiven” for the death of his parents; we all know that they passed away from driving fast because Misaki was sick and this fact ended up marking Misaki for life.
Takahiro is aware that the weaknesses Misaki has are because of that. He never expresses what he feels for fear of a similar situation happening again due to a need of his, he apologizes for everything and tries to cope with difficulties too great for anyone.
The simple fact that Takahiro told Misaki that if he has a conviction (love for Usagi), he should hold on to it, is extremely important. Because it is the biggest gesture in which Takahiro realizes Misaki is letting go of that feeling of guilt little by little.
Now how does it affect him to know that his best friend betrayed his trust?
One image speaks for itself:
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You know what? The fact that Takahiro hit Usagi made me infinitely happy. Partly because it was the punch I wanted to give him in the first few chapters, but in another because it seems like a very human reaction to me.
Yeah, I guess I'm a fan of human reactions.
Now, let's understand Takahiro a bit. He fully trusted his friend, for Misaki to study in the desired university; no one would ever think that your best male friend would end up with your little brother, who is the light of your days.
In Takahiro's own eyes, Usagi took advantage of Misaki; of Misaki's shortcomings when he was still “innocent”.
Something he's not entirely wrong about because coff coff first chapter coff coff.
At this point Takahiro would feel too guilty if Misaki's relationship leads to having painful consequences for his little brother, because he somehow “introduced” Usagi.
I love that Takahiro has told him that he will never forgive Usagi if she hurts Misaki, because that makes family a priority for Takahiro and that no matter what, he will always support Misaki. He treasures him, and as he has continuously repeated; Misaki is his greatest pride.
Anyway, Takahiro of my favorite characters 💖
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Choice of favorite chapters/moments pt.1:
To no one's surprise, I consider the best scenes to be from the 3rd season equivalence of JR's anime.
So I'll give a brief description of the situation, my feelings, and the importance in the plot.
Misaki's 22nd birthday.
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It is not difficult for me to infer why this moment is transcendental. First of all, there is the simple fact that during this moment Usagi understands that the fundamental thing is the trust he must build with Misaki and, on the other hand, there is the mere fact that it is a birthday celebration.
Birthdays, although they may seem stupid to many people, are actually something all too human that people do to get closer to each other. It celebrates one more year of the birthday boy or girl's life and wishes for many more.
Misaki's 22nd birthday, marks the beginning of the last arc, where important issues end and begin; such as college and the Usagi/Misaki relationship is put into further question by Misaki's older brother.
Marbles
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It happens during Misaki's 22nd birthday itself, but I consider it a beautiful moment to ignore.
Basically, Misaki teaches Usagi that with marbles you can make 3 wishes and Misaki later realizes that she made the same wish as Usagi.
This makes it clear how such a simple custom as making wishes on marbles can actually have a big impact on a person's relationship.
Without a doubt, Misaki always surprises us with how much he makes us feel, with things as simple as that. Nothing extravagant, just sincere love.
Misaki realizes that he wants to live with Usagi.
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Then Misaki's older brother starts to pressure him, saying that it is no longer appropriate for a boy, who is finishing college, to continue living as a “kept man” in Usagi's house.
In this context, Misaki is forced to spend a weekend with his brother and family, realizing how much he misses Usagi.
This chapter is actually very important, as something rather peculiar happens. We know that Misaki's older brother is one of the most significant people in her life and, despite having lived with him all her childhood, we realize that the four years or so that he has lived with Usagi have been enough for Misaki to no longer feel comfortable living in her older brother's home life.
Misaki realizes how much Usagi is missing in his daily life, how such a small action as spending a couple of days without each other is already too much.
They will say it's dependency… But I would call it.
Coexistence.
Misaki no longer sees Usagi's apartment as something foreign to his life, before it even felt uncomfortable. Now, he sees that place as the home he needs to recharge his strength. Misaki now realizes that he no longer wants to keep lying to his family about his reasons for living with Usagi.
Misaki wants to live his life with Usagi, in that home that the two of them have been forming little by little.
Clad in fond memories and overflowing emotions.
Which ends up triggering the following vignette, which I decided to include at this point because it is a direct effect of the above.
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Bonus: Misaki with kiki.
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I include this bonus because it is too adorable. It makes for a total icon. Just that, Misaki with a bow tie is the best. It's in these moments that I understand why Usagi is so crazy about him.
Who wouldn't be!!!
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Honorable Mention:
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Okay, this is the third ending of the anime and my favorite song of the anime. Simply spectacular. I highly recommend not only this song but all the Luck Life songs that are available on Spotify and on YouTube itself.
Now, a brief analysis of the song and its relationship with JR.
This is Misaki's song.
Maybe that's one of the reasons why I like it so much.
I could imagine Misaki in a karaoke singing it to Usagi. Because the song reflects how hard it is to express what he feels.
Even if I can't find the right words/ I want to tell you/ 'Cause just wishing won't change a thing./ I can't put it well,/ But I'll pour my heart into this voice/ So don't laugh - just listen.
This refrain aside, it reminds me a lot of the marble episode, how Misaki wants to be with Usagi forever. Sure he wants it, but even so he knows it won't change anything, so he decides to pluck up his courage and take the bull by the horns. He realizes that he can no longer be ambiguous or delay the inevitable.
Me pregunto si tú también/ tienes noches en las que piensas en mí.
We go back to the chapter of Misaki spending the night at his brother's house, feeling devastated at not being with Usagi. We all know that Usagi also felt the same way. In itself, I think this perfectly reflects the comfort level they have reached.
In this changing world, with the two of us unchanging/ You'd be by my side.
I have analyzed it throughout the post, but in short this is the main goal of the characters. To stay by each other's side forever no matter how much the world changes, even if they get older, even if there are new conflicts.
To stand by each other and face the modern world that changes without waiting for anyone. No matter what happens, Misaki wants to face that future with Usagi.
Do you see how much can be extracted from such a great theme song as this one?
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Okay, so Tumblr won't let me post so many images and this is getting too long. I can say that this is the end of this first part of the exhaustive analysis of Junjou Romantica.
I'll be glad if you tell me if you share my opinion, if you think there's something I left out or, by the way, I'm wrong. I tried to make this publication looking at various perspectives and from a rather critical point of view, although, clearly, there are many things that I was influenced by due to my preferences.
In the next part I will continue with my favorite moments, I will talk about the secondary couples, I will make my predictions, I will also say other things I don't like and conclusions. If you have any suggestions or want me to take any specific topic from the anime/manga, in the next post.
I'll be happy to elaborate on it!
I hope you liked it! If so a reblog and a heart is appreciated.
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Connor x reader. (Lil flustered con con boi)
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Summary: connor likes you...alot. A LITTLE TOO MUCH. You decided to help clean out and organize some of his papers. But, you find some paper that he claims he has no memory of.
Request: no.
TW: none. (Maybe obsession?)
FLUFFY FLUFFF (maybe a little flirting.)
Anyway. Just read omg. (Also my wattpad is @ArchangelVixen I have a markiplier Pfp :3)
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Ever since he laid eyes on you he's been obsessed. The little movements you do when you talk, the way your voice sounds, your interests. Everything about you has been on his mind. Even the first time you met.
You were trying to get coffee out of the machine but it wouldn't budge. Connor saw your frustration and helped you out. Eventually, you got your coffee. You looked up at him and gave him a small "thanks." While having a soft smile. As soon as you walked off that moment replayed in his head.
Few weeks later he finally got the confidence to talk to you. He was a blushing mess. He didn't want to seem weird. You thought he was funny and became friends with him. Of course he always saw you as more then friends.
One day you came into the DPD a little early then him. While walking past his desk, you saw he left some papers out. Normally you wouldn't think much of it but you glanced at one that had your name on it. Curious, you picked it up. Thought nothing much of it until you read further and further.
You found something you hadn’t really anticipated. You’re leaning against his desk, trying to keep a neutral face while you read It’s… detailed romantic descriptions, about you and him. How soft he imagines your skin to be.
how tenderly you look at him when the lovelight is in your eyes, his strong and firm arms wrapping around you, passionate kisses and declarations of affection.
You keep reading. Chapters of undying love, pages of yearning, paragraphs dedicated to how soft your lips are- You’re becoming more flustered and giddy by the second. Then he walks in. You quickly hid the papers behind your back, while smirking at him.
"Oh hello y/n...what are you doing–" The realization hits him like a brick. His eyes widen. He quickly tries to grab the papers behind your back. "Oh come on! I wasn't even near the ending yet!" You whine, teasing him just making him more flustered by the second.
"I- just- please i-" he didn't know what to say. He was to flustered and embarrassed. Luckily no one else was at the DPD yet. He rushes forwards and snatches the pages from your hands.  “I don’t know how these papers got in here, I- I’ve never seen this writing before in my life!" He declares.
"Come on man, don’t leave me in suspense. It’s fantastic work, some of your best~" He’s caught in between being flustered and his embarrassment. He stumbles through a mishmash of sentences. “I- you- it’s, well- The thing is-” You continue to tease him.
“Now if my analysis skills are any good, I’d say you like me. More than like me, if your reaction is anything to go by." You lean closer to him, while slightly tugging on his tie. "Tell me, are you just as passionate a man as you are a writer? Maybe we should find out~”
His stuttering and stumbling gets worse. You’re actively flirting with him instead of being disgusted or horrified, so he supposes it’s a victory. "I- uhm-" he froze, looking into your eyes. Blushing everywhere. You tilt your head a little and give him a mischievous smirk. You move away. "But it all seriousness, I wouldn't mind having a romantic relationship with you. I like you too. Of course no need to say ye‐"
He pulls you into a kiss. You hum delightedly and kiss him back. You push him slightly backwards. Leaning him against his desk. You pull away after a few minutes, both panting. "So...do I taste like what you...imagined~?" He stayed silent, trying to process what just happend. "You taste devine, better then I imagined~" he smirked and pulled you back in for a more passionate kiss. This time turning you around and pushing you against the desk.
~Extra~
While having your make-out session. Hank walks in disgusted. "Get a room!" He says while groaning. You too laughed and pulled away. Holding hands for the rest of the day.
-Vixen<3
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