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voidix · 3 years

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So my dear friend @kittytudor and I were discussing some takes the fandom has on Dazai and especially his interactions with Mori and I thought I’d share

I really hate the train of thought that goes like “they’re super smart so they know life has no meaning and nothing matters” like that’s cynical for no reason whatsoever and just nihilistic

Yea when you are intelligent you see all the bad in the world and feel like you’re powerless to stop it a lot of times but the things is

You know scientists see beauty in everything geologist will get excited about literal dirt a marine biologist about a gold fish. When you’re intelligent you see all the bad but also all the good

However it’s easier to see the bad and often times it clouds your view but part of the healing process is starting to see beauty and happiness in the smallest things and I think that’s a journey Dazai is slowly going on.

So I really don’t think intelligence is the issue here and I’m gonna assume you’re an edgy bastard if you say so

I feel like Dazai’s issue is more the environment than anything and the lack of meaningful relationships. I know we clown the scene where he says actually living is okay now 1 day after meeting Chuuya but here is the thing. This might have been the first time he had someone his age who wanted to hang out with him or even less just someone his age who tolerated him. I personally know nothing about his life pre mafia but you can assume it wasn’t a good life if at age 14 you decide the bloody mafia is preferable to wherever you’re at at the moment

In my opinion Mori didn’t encourage it per se but he didn’t try to stop it either I really think that for him he did not expect Dazai would go through with it (again) and /or as cruel as it sounds if he actually did it which Mori didn’t think was likely he had one less rival to worry about but I really think that’s Mori’s reasoning for staying “neutral” for lack of a better word on this issue

That being said I’m sure being surrounded by death and suffering did not do any good for an already depressed 14/15yo

Which leads me to the second point. I really don’t think Mori expected Dazai to leave or tried to make him leave. For Mori Dazai was a powerful asset because of his ability and because of his intelligence that y’all are obsessed with. So why would you want to push that person away and it’s not like he was encouraging him to suicide here which would make much more sense than wanting him to leave.

And I have evidence

I’m gonna start it with: Oda did not die to set an example I don’t think so no. In his conversation with Chuuya he said something like “being a leader means making sacrifices for the well being of the group” or something like that and that’s what he did here.

He sacrifices Oda to get the permit.

The strange thing is I do think Mori meant what he said to Chuuya that he is a leader but also a servant to the mafia he wants the mafia to gain more power and that’s why he did what he did to get the permit.

I do think it could be a lesson to Dazai but not in the “if you cross me this is gonna happen to you” because Oda didn’t cross him Oda didn’t want power he is the last person who was interested in that. I think if anything it was more a lesson as in “when you take over this is something you’ll have to do and I’m showing you how it’s done”

Evidence for that is he was chuckling when he mentioned that possibility that Dazai would kill him and take one someday. And I agree that Mori

Wouldn’t mind if that was better for the Mafia. Like he wouldn’t make it easy for him and he wouldn’t give up but if he is defeated he wouldn’t be angry or annoyed because like I mentioned above I do think he was genuine when he said he is also a servant to the Mafia

My other piece of evidence is that when he showed Dazai the permit he seemed proud of what he’s done. The way he presented it and the entire scenario he seemed proud more than smug. If he really wanted Dazai out I feel like he would’ve been more smug about the whole thing and we know he can do that well.

And obviously there is also the fact he offered him not once but twice to come back. And what’s interesting is that the first time the offer was secret like he sent Gin and Higuchi and it was in a shady ass tunnel

Now the other time is where it gets interesting because it was very public in front of Dazai’s colleagues the black lizard and Fukuzawa.

Now Mori is a smart guy but also he has a sense of pride as we learned so I really don’t think he would risk being humiliated in front of Fukuzawa of all people just to mess with Dazai and he seemed genuinely surprised when Dazai said “you kicked me” and he didn’t offer him to just come back no he offered to be back as an executive and having Dazai decline and clown him in front of Fukuzawa like that I don’t think he would risk that if he was just playing

The thing is Mori is smart but he has tunnel vision in my opinion. He was so focused on getting the permit he forgot that this plan has consequences that aren’t just “we get the permit”

And also one of Mori’s issues is that he never takes into consideration people’s emotions. You can predict human Behavior to a certain degree a lot of times you can know what to

Say or what to do to get a certain result but the thing is humans aren’t algorithms they don’t always operate on logic they have emotions. And these emotions can be so strong that they override any crumb of logic left which is something I think Mori fails to understand. That’s why he didn’t expect Dazai to leave he forgot about the emotional factor.

That’s what Mori lacks but Dazai has and my evidence for this is a scenario we laughed at because it was presented in a funny way but I think that’s something that shows that Dazai is better at this 4D chess game than Mori.

On the Moby Dick he knew that Akutagawa would abandon everything to talk to him. If Dazai only operates by thinking about logical Behavior he wouldn’t have told Atsushi to do this but he realises that the emotional factor is one of the strongest drives humans have.

And you know I think Mori knows that when it comes to 4D chess Dazai would defeat him but he doesn’t mind that he isn’t scared of that. In dead Apple he couldn’t have possibly known the whole business with the pill but he told Chuuya to interfere. Mori has a strange sense of trust towards Dazai even now that they’re part of different sides.

I think Mori is has always been aware that although he says he does Dazai doesn’t actually want to die and I think the scene with the hyper and hypo tension medication in 15 shows this. If you actually want to die why would you Mix medicine with effects that cancel out each other and Mori is a doctor he knows this. That’s why I think he didn’t expect Dazai to commit and that he believes Dazai actually wants to live and because of that he will try and preserve himself and by extension Yokohama which is why he told Chuuya to go in dead apple, which is why he let Akutagawa go on the Moby Dick in season 2 because he realized Dazai wanted him to go there and he trusts Dazai to a certain degree .

I really feel like his underestimated the emotional factor and this will ultimately lead to his downfall. Like he didn’t expect Dazai to leave he wouldn’t expect anyone to react super emotional to god knows what he’ll do and thereby underestimate their response to that which will make him meet his end.

I don’t think the “you kicked me” is Dazai in denial he acted ok emotions or at least that’s not the whole thing. I think that Dazai’s reasoning for saying that is this:

Oda died so Mori can get more power which was part of Mori’s plan all along so looking at the bigger picture it was Mori’s plan and actions who drove me out of the Mafia so he basically “kicked me out”

Also I wanna add that I feel like Mori because he underestimates the emotional factor he doesn’t understand to this day why Dazai left like he knows it’s related to oda he can follow that train of events but in his mind it doesn’t make logical sense why Dazai would do that which is why he didn’t manage to win Dazai over back to The Mafia because in his mind be doesn’t know the logical reason why Dazai left which is also another reason why he was so surprised when Dazai said he kicked him

Also I’d like to add that I really don’t think he felt threatened or wanted to just get rid of him

Dazai was already suicidal so if it would very easy to make it look like that. And like I mentioned before if it was the best choice for the Mafia I really don’t think Mori would be that bothered about being replaced by Dazai.

I also don’t think he thought Dazai would be more useful on the outside because once again why lose a valuable addition like that

And it’s not like

He wanted to use him

As a spy or anything we know that would’ve been arranged differently see Ango

So Mori the logical guy he is wouldn’t want his enemies to have someone with Dazai’s ability because that’s a pain in the ass and also

He wouldn’t want an insider like Dazai to join his enemies and spill all his secrets. Dazai had a very high rank and like I said I don’t think Mori expected him to leave so he had no reason to hide things from

him so even without his ability he would be a very strong asset to the Mafias enemies so there is no way Mori would think he is more useful on the outside since

1. we already said mori has tunnel vision he couldn’t possibly predict that much that he thinks Dazai is better out

2. We established that he isn’t afraid of him

3. He wouldn’t want the ability and the information to fall into his enemies’ hands

4. If he was actually scared and wanted to get rid of him making it seem like suicide or actually driving him to suicide would be much easier especially since mori is a doctor

So yeah this is long thanks if you read until the end it was super fun to write this id love to know what others think I’m sorry if it’s a bit unorganised it’s copied from my notes app

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Illumi x black Y/N

JUST OCCURRED TO ME I NEVER UPDATED MY ILLUMI STORY ON HERE?!??!

It was about 2 feet tall and larger than your own head with speckled spots all around it. "Illumi what the hell is this?" Illumi blinked at you, "A boiled egg, I heard it is popular among you people." he replies, taking out a spoon and whacking the top of the egg at light speed. All at once, the egg was made up of cracks before they all fell lightly around the egg itself.

"You people? What does that mean" you glared at him, arms folded. Illumi looked at you blankly before closing his eyes and standing up, "Isn't it obvious? Americans." You looked at him for a while, questioning the life choices that lead up to this moment. "Are you going to eat this with me?" you asked poking the large food product with a fork provided by Illumi's brother from your last meal. Illumi shook his head, "No I ate two weeks ago I'm quite full."

At this point, you didn't have any desire to question it as you pierced your egg with your fork eating it. You were surprised at the abundance of taste it held without having any noticeable sauce or seasoning on it. "This is amazing!" you said digging in the egg savoring every bite. Illumi took out a notepad and scribbled something down. "What's that?" you ask, eyes lighting up as you finally made it to the yolk. "Notes my mother gave to me in order to make you accept this family as your own. Step 1: Take them, easy enough. Step 2: a way to a man's heart is through his stomach." Illumi looked up to you with what you could only guess to be pride.

"Did you just call me a man?" you asked blandly suddenly wanting to throw something at the skinwalker. "As far as I can see, you carry no masculine features but even if you did, my family has ways of making it work." Illumi says gesturing at the pins adorning his green vest. You internally shiver at the sight of them as you think back to the night you two met. "Why wouldn't you answer my calls?" Illumi asks, black eyes peering down at you as if they could swallow you whole. "Why did you call me while you were inside someone. Aren't I supposed to be your wife?" you questioned sarcastically licking your lips and setting the plate to the side.

You had only finished about 1/8 of the egg but you felt as if your stomach would implode on itself. You jump as you see a pale hand planted on the bed next to you. You gaze up at Illumi as he looks down at you, seemingly to take in all your features. "Would you prefer I were inside you?" You squeal jumping up and out of the bed falling onto the floor. "Where did that come from!?" you yelled pointing an accusing finger at Illumi as he walked around the bed towards you.

"Although I would prefer our lovemaking to be only when conceiving a child, I do not mind indulging in your fantasies." He says sliding a nail down the middle of his vest opening it up to reveal a green shirt underneath. "You stay right there slender man! Touch me and it's on sight!" you say wielding your fork as if it were a weapon. "Onsight? But I can see you just fine, are you perhaps blind?" You look at him with distaste as you stand up lazily throwing the fork in his direction. “You’re so weird.”

Illumi looked like a kicked puppy, “I don’t know what was strange, you chose to insinuate that you were jealous of me giving physical pleasure to another woman.” There was a knock on the door and a tall man with a mustache walked in. “What is it Gotoh?” Illumi asks, facing the man. Gotoh takes in your disheveled appearance and Illumi’s rare lack of that ugly ass jacket and smirks. “Look OG I don't know what you're thinking but that ain’t it.” you say rolling your eyes before walking into a closet to see what you could possibly wear.

Illumi looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “What is an Oh Gii? Is it a term of endearment?” You look at Illumi for a while before giving him a thumbs-up, “Yeah totally.” Gotoh pushed his glasses up doing his best to contain his amusement. “Your mother and father request a meeting with you and your fiance.” Illumi nods and Gotoh takes his exit.

You pull out an outfit that looks similar to what Illumi was wearing but instead of green it was red. “That'll work.” you mutter flinching as you feel arms wrap around your waist and you feel Illumi rest his head on your shoulder. “I am quite fond of you Oh Gee.”

You have to close your eyes and take deep breaths in order to keep in the laughter threatening to exit your lips.

Much to Illumi’s outward displeasure yet obvious pleasure, you and him were wearing the same thing. Although his vest was tightly hugging your chest and the pants were getting ready to bust from your ass. You two walked down the corridor in silence as you took in the navy blue walls that adorned the hallways. “I mean, knowing what you people do I wasn't expecting to see any loving family photos but how do ya’ll not get depressed with all this nothingness.” Illumi gazes forward but pulls out a small parchment. “I prefer to carry family memories.”

Illumi holds out a small photo to you. You look at it and it appears to be a child Illumi with his father in the woods. Ordinarily, this would be a sweet and endearing photo if not for the fact that Illumi was covered in blood splatter. “This was my first kill.” You quickly handed back the photo and chuckled awkwardly. “How cute a child murderer.” Illumi nodded, “Grandma thought so too.”

You silently prayed that someone, anyone would come to get you from this nightmare.

Illumi opens the double doors and allows you to walk in first. The room was much more lively than the halls but still managed to not look out of place. The room was a deep orange with golds everywhere from the linen to very abstract paintings placed in gold frames.

Sitting on a large pillow was Illumi’s mother and if they had your way, your mother-in-law. Illumi’s father of course sat next to her, broad-chested and overall intimidating. “I bet his dick is small.” you mutter trying to ignore how fast Illumi turned his head to gaze at you. “Illumi my son, come, come, sit!’ The woman cried, throwing her arms in the air in a welcoming manner. Illumi sat down.

You continued to stand because there was no obvious pillow for you to sit on. “Umm.” you scratched the back of your head before walking close to Illumi to sit. “No need for you to sit my dear, you will be leaving soon anyway.” you raised your eyebrow at that and couldn’t help but feel a chill go down your back. “W-What does that mean sir?” you ask. To your left, a small man in a lab coat walked from behind a door holding a clipboard. “We are ready sir.” he says not looking at you the entire time

“Y/N can you please go with him.” Illumi orders not even giving room for objection. You put your hand on your hip slapping away the hand the little man offered to you. “Like hell, I’m just going with Dr. Frankenstein over here without having any information!” Illumi sighed, having the audacity to look embarrassed. “You chose yourself a feisty one, my son.” Silva chuckled looking at you with a gleam in his eyes that made you thoroughly uncomfortable.”Illumi!” you warned, tapping your foot on the carpet. “More like obnoxious.” you could hear Kikyo mutter but you were too pressed with Illumi to care.

“It is understandable Illumi, I’m sure she would be more comfortable with her husband present during the examination.” You tapped your foot faster, getting anxious at the words 'examination.'

After a long pause, Illumi get’s up and follows you into the next room. This room was ordinarily dull. The floor was hardwood but the walls seemed to be adorned with expensive fabrics. “Miss if you will, can you roll up your shirt so I can draw blood.” You jerk your head at Illumi who simply looked blankly at you.

Seeing no other choice you roll up your sleeve but before the doctor could put the needle within you, you freaked out and stopped him before holding your hand out to Illumi. Illumi looked at your hand before recognition set in his eyes. He leaned forward and gave you a high-five. “My brother Killua taught me that.” You put a tight smile on your face before reaching over and grabbing the nearest object and throwing it at Illumi’s head satisfied as it hits him square in the jaw.

“No dumbass, hold my hand.” you responded. Illumi opened his mouth to say something but decided against it before taking your hand into his. Illumi’s hands were unsurprisingly cold considering how pale he was. The fingers were thin, long, and too delicate to belong to someone that takes lives for a living. You couldn’t quite help but laugh at how your skin tones concentrated so drastically, it was almost comical.

Before you knew it the blood work was done but you still didn’t let go of Illumi’s hand fearing what was to come next. “Please take off your clothes.” You Look at the doctor for a second before slowly sliding out of the chair and bolting for the door. Before you could make it you feel the neck of your vest being jerked back. “Don’t make this difficult please.” Illumi sighed.

“Hey you're not the one being asked to strip in a strange place.” Illumi shook his head, “Would you like it if I striped you instead of the doctor?” You smacked him on the back of his head, “No with your weird-ass!”

In the end, you kicked Illumi outside and found yourself propped up in a chair as the doctor took swabs in your cooter much to your discomfort. Illumi comes back in by the time you finally put your pants on and you follow him and the doctor back to the original room.

“How did it go doctor?” Silva asks and as you come closer you notice a large pillow sat out for you. “I’ll have you know my findings are quite peculiar. This woman seems to be a second nen ability within her but it’s dormant. This only happens with twins when one consumes the other.” You knew this fact, your momma always joked about how you were so hungry as a child that you ate your sister. “And what else.” Kikyo said, opening a hand fan impatient. “Is the girl barren and therefore of no use to us?!”

“Oh you won’t have to worry about Illumi’s ability to produce children, this woman is extremely fertile. In fact, I’m sure all it would take would be one time. There is also a high chance they could produce a white-haired offspring.” Your eyes widened, Kids? What the hell are they talking about, it’s been 3 days do you not get a got damn orientation? Silva held his chin in thought, “Though I do not doubt Killua’s loyalty, it’s always good to have a backup.”

You stood up and headed out the door as fast as you could, fists clenched. “Back up my ass, I ain’t having no brat with any of you people!” You walk down the hall, having no intention in mind highly doubting that you could make it to any exit without this damned family allowing you to. “Who the hell are you?” You hear a voice down the hall coming from a small boy with white hair. ‘This must be Killua.” You thought as you continued to walk past him, “A bad bitch who doesn't need no weird-ass fish-eyed man.”

Before you take another step, you hear a loud sound coming towards you, “Get out of the way!” Killua said, pushing you against the wall. There is a loud crack then footsteps, “Hello Killua.” You heard Illumi’s monotone voice say as he comes to be in front of you. Reaching above your head, Illumi picks out one of his pins from the wall behind you. “The hell was that Illumi!’ both you and Killua yell out, pointing an accusatory finger at the man in question.

“I see you’ve met my bride.” Illumi continues ignoring the situation. “It was good to see you again, finally tired of your ‘friend’?” Killua scoffed, “No, I’m here because dad called me.” he shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets and walking away, “Hey!” you look up at Killua who had his hand raised in a wave, “Sorry for your loss.”

Illumi crowds you back into your shared room with more force than necessary. “Hey watch it!” you snap shaking your shoulder out of his grip. “You embarrassed me in front of my mother.” He replied blandly. You roll your eyes, “Well sorry for you pretty boy, but I have bigger fish to fry.” Illumi looked around the room slowly, “I swear to god if you say-” “What fish?” You groan plopping on the bed burying your face into the sheets.

In your own world, you ignore the feeling of the bed sink, but you do not ignore the crotched pressed into your ass. “What in the hell do you think your doing nigga?!’ you say not in the mood whatsoever. “What is a ni-” you swing your hand behind you and attempt to slap Illumi in the face only for him to grab it and press it into the sheets above you. You begin to feel uneasy, “What are you doing fish eyes!?” You attempt to lift your hips but he secured them with his own. “Considering the results, I say that now is a perfect time to start consummating.

#black y/n #blackreader #illumi x reader #illumi zoldyck #illumi #illumi x y/n #illumi x poc #hxh #illumi hxh

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whynotwinnie · 3 years

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Timida part 3: Roger Taylor x OC

sorry it took so long college is kicking my ass rn but thank you for all the support y’all have given me i’m going to start writing the next part rn thank y’all - bennie <3

T/w: body dysmorphia, talks of anxiety and depression, cussing

MICKEY

Throughout the night you woke up a total of 4 times getting frustrated you sat up and stared at the clock 4:13 in the afternoon. You flopped back on the bed, you should��ve gone to bed earlier.

You swung your legs to the edge of your bed and hopped down popping your back as you made your way to your shower. You turned on the hot water and let it run while you stripped yourself of your clothes. You turned yourself toward the mirror staring at your body, oh it was going to be one of those days. You turned from side to side checking your figure and felt the tears start to form in your eyes.

You stepped into your shower and started to cry while the hot water hit your back. You always got these weird mood swings where you felt like shit and wanted to hide from the world, you would say these mood swings happened at least once a week. You know you probably needed some type of help for it but as of right now you didn’t have the time or the funds to deal with that.

You spent a little extra time in the shower resulting in the hot water running out and turning freezing cold. You groaned and turned it off grabbing a towel to dry your body, when you were leaving the restroom you made sure to avoid looking in the mirror.

You grabbed a different big t-shirt to use as pajamas and threw on a random pair of house shorts and headed to your work area to finish whatever orders you didn’t start on last night.

Making quick work with the simple alterations you sat bored after folding the last article of clothing nicely. You got up from your desk and walked around your small apartment trying to find something to keep you occupied until it was time to call Roger.

Deciding you should make an early dinner you went to your kitchen area in your flat. The flat itself was small and the only way you could describe it was tolerable. It was one bed, one bathroom flat the only reason why you ended up signing your lease was that it was cheap and had an open living room area so you can set up all your work stuff there. But that also meant that your living room was always a mess with scrap fabric on the floor, 2 working mannequins plus the broken one being propped up by the wall, your huge old sewing machine that was way too loud, and a wardrobe that you found on the street that you cleaned and kept some spare fabric and clothes in.

You decided that you were going to make chicken and rice, you would’ve had beans but you ran out a week ago and never got the time to go get groceries. As you seasoned your chicken you made a promise to yourself that you would go get groceries tomorrow.

Then your phone rang.

“Shit,” you said while you left your chicken on the stove, quickly checking the time before you answered 6:05 it seemed too early for it to be Roger.

“Hello?” you said to the phone wondering who it could be.

“Mickey?”

“Oh hey Roger, I wasn’t expecting you to call this early,”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” he signed into the receiver “Remember when I told you yesterday how we had a really good practice, well today was shit.”

“I’m sorry about that Roger, what happened?”

“Well, Brian and I couldn’t get on the same page to save our lives he kept insisting that there needed to be a guitar solo in every fucking song when there really shouldn’t.”

He kept his rant going for a few minutes talking about solos and songs you just tried to keep up with the names and strange vocabulary he was using. It wasn’t until you started to smell burning when you remembered your chicken on the stove.

“Fucking shit hold on Roger.” you dropped the phone and ran to the chicken taking the pan off the burner. The chicken was black on the bottom and stuck to the pan.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you did your best to scrape the chicken in the trash but some stayed stuck you would have to deal with that later. You turned your rice off before that could burn too, you guess rice for dinner would do.

You threw the pan in the sink and turned on the water and watched the steam come off the pan, you never had this happen before you were a pretty good cook it came naturally after your mother made you help her cook for your whole family. But burning something if she could see you now she would be so disappointed, well she’s always disappointed in you nothing you could do to change that.

You turned off the water and went back to the phone.

“Hey sorry about that.” you sighed into the phone

“Is everything okay Mickey? You really had me worried.”

“Everything is fine now I had started making chicken right before you called and I didn’t keep an eye on it but now it’s burnt.”

“This is all my fault, I bored you with all my stupid problems.”

“No, you didn’t! I should’ve known better.”

“You have to let me make it up to you.”

You paused for a second. “Don’t be silly it’s just chicken.”

“Let me take you for dinner.”

“I- When?” you said softly

“Right now.”

You didn’t say anything, you weren’t ready or anything like that.

“Unless you don’t want to go that’s okay too.”

You panicked “No, I would love to it’s just that I look like a mess right now.”

“I bet you’re lying, I want to see you Mickey please let me take you for dinner. If not for me then for the poor chicken you just burned.”

You laughed. “Okay then.”

“Great, what’s your address I’ll pick you up.”

You stopped, was it smart to give him your address? No.

“Or we can meet there Mickey. I’m fine with either.”

You didn’t have a car, you knew how to drive and all that but after one time where your mom yelled at you for making too sharp of a turn you always got nervous when you got behind the wheel. So you walked or biked everywhere now.

You decided to give him your address and in the worst-case scenario maybe Dayla would tell the police it was Roger who murdered you. But you doubt that would happen. He said he’ll be there in fifteen and that you didn’t live far from each other.

You rushed to get ready putting on black jeans and another t-shirt much like the same outfit you first saw him in except this time you decided to put on a little mascara and to fill in your eyebrows.

While you were tying your shoes you heard the buzzer “Hey Mick it’s Roger can you buzz me in?”

Your heart fluttered at the new nickname he had for you “Yeah Roger, I’ll meet you down there.” as you buzzed him in.

You practically ran to the elevator cursing it for taking so long and once it opened at the lobby you saw him there looking extremely good and with flowers in hand.

“Roger!” You called him over.

“Hey Mick, these are for you,” he said as he handed you a bouquet of carnation flowers.

“Thank you so much!” you said as you grabbed them he looked down at you and you leaned into him for a short embrace.

“Would you like to come up for a bit so I can put these in water,” you asked hoping he wouldn’t get the wrong idea.

“Yeah of course.”

You both took the elevator back to your floor in comfortable silence and then you walked him to your door.

“It’s a bit of mess right now and it still smells burnt.” You said as you opened the door.

He took a look around as he walked in “I like it.”

“You don’t have to lie Roger.” you laughed as you filled a vase with water.

“I’m not I like it, it’s cozy even with the burnt smell,” he said as he grinned at you.

“Please don’t remind me.” You groaned as you set the flower vase on the small dining table you had.

He laughed and walked toward your living room “Oh wow.”

“Yeah, that was the mess I was talking about.” you cringed at how it must look.

“This is where you work?”

You shook your head yes.

He walked to the dress you made last night hanging on the mannequin.

“Did you do this?” he asked eyes wide.

“Yeah.”

“Like you made it made it, not like hemmed it or anything,” he said not believing you.

“Yeah, look.” you flipped the back of the dress to show the custom made tags your aunt had made for you when you lived with her. The tag said “Luci’s Attire” it was the best idea you had at the time.

“Wow, this is really good Mickey like for real.”

You grinned at him it felt good being seen.

“Thank you, Roger.” You smiled at him.

“Hey, before we go is it okay if I use your bathroom before we go?”

“Yeah of course.” You led him to the bathroom and told him you would be in the living room.

You decided to crack open a window to help get rid of the burnt smell feeling less nervous about hanging out with Roger.

You both left your apartment building shoulders touching feeling the cool September air blow through your hair. He opened the door to his car with a huge smile on his face. You gave a soft thanks and sat in his car.

The car itself was really nice probably the nicest car you have ever been in. The outside was painted in a sleek black and the inside leather was all red. You were honestly scared to touch anything so you kept your hands on your lap. Roger got in the driver’s seat and turned to you.

“Is it okay if we go to this place I know they serve the best Italian food.”

“The best?” you said with an eyebrow raised.

“Well, the best I had, actually maybe we should go somewhere else.” He said while reversing.

“No, I would like to go actually.” You said laughing

“I don’t think it’s a good idea now Mick-”

“Please Roger.” You said with a pleading voice.

He did a quick double-take at you and gave a small smile.

He turned the dial of his radio to change the channel.

“What kind of music do you like listening to?” he asked

“Can I be honest?” you said low

“Yes please.”

“I like American music.” You said laughing.

“AMERICAN MUSIC! Mickey you have got to be kidding me!”

“I’m sorry Roger I don’t know why I’m just obsessed with America for some reason.”

“Mickey we are probably living in the best era of music in Great Britain and you choose America. It’s simply not patriotic of you.”

“Well, I’m not from the UK Roger! Also, I could’ve sworn you put on more of an accent than you really have on ” you said laughing

“I did not! Don’t change the subject either!”

“Yes, you did you said ‘Amerikah’ like you were the Queen herself.”

“Ok maybe but come on Mickey!”

“I like music from here too, the first song I heard that was in English was the Beatles.”

“And you think American music is better?!”

“Just purely because I have this fascination with America. And I do like music from here and Spain and Italy it has nothing to do with-”

“Alright alright alright, but I’ll show you some real music.”

He pulled into the Italian restaurant and of course, it was named “Giovanni’s Italian Restaurant” You almost rolled your eyes.

“Let’s go,” he said with a smile as he opened your door for you.

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surveys-at-your-service · 2 years

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Survey #501

“my mind is like a puzzle or a rubik’s cube, but figuring me out is something that you shouldn’t do”

How many cars have you ever owned? I personally have never owned a vehicle. Mom, since I've been alive, has had uhhhh I think three total? When Dad still lived with us, he went through two or three, I think. He's been a mailman my whole life, so his cars always saw a shitload of use. Can you do math in your head well? I literally can't do even simple math in my head. And I mean simple. What's your favorite flavor of potato chip? If you're not including plain salted (which is my favorite), then sour cream and onion, probs. Who is your favorite Star Wars character? I don't watch it. What kind of cheese do you put on your sandwiches? Only ever American. Did you ever collect beanie babies? "Collect," no, but I had one or two as a little kid. Where are you most ticklish on your body? My feet. Have you ever cheated on a test? Not in-class. On tests where I had notes or could just look it up, I'd sometimes cheat via the Internet if it was an online course. Have you ever bailed anyone out of jail? No. What's the last board game you played? It's called "Pretty Pretty Princess," which I played with my niece. It's from my childhood (it was really Nicole's, but I'd play with her), and with just how obsessed Aubree is with princesses, it was a gift from me to her. Have you ever given someone a fake phone number? No. Do you actually eat three meals a day? Usually. If there was a real Jurassic Park, would you visit it? Well, it would be an AWFUL idea for it to exist, but with how much I adore dinos, I know I'd go, lol. Have you ever gone golfing? Just mini-golfing. Did you have a swingset in your yard when you were a child? Yes. Have you ever played poker for money? No. When you were a kid, were you ever afraid of cooties? No, I knew it was just a goof. Do you feel the need to be popular? It'd be a dream come true to be a popular photographer, but that's it. To what store would you like a $50 giftcard? Hot Topic or Rebel's Market. At what hour do you begin to feel tired? It greatly varies and usually comes twice a day. At night, I'd say I first start feeling tired around 7:00 (I sometimes even go to bed that early, rip), and I almost always take a nap literally only a couple hours after waking up in the morning. I call the little while before I nap like my "trial" of consciousness, ha ha. I can occasionally get super tired again. It's all likely related to my sleep apnea; sudden and heavy exhaustion is a symptom. I fight napping a whole lot, but most times, it's literally impossible to win. Recently I even blacked out for a moment trying so hard. Head just dropped and I saw a really, really dark black before jerking back up. Do you think a lot? I think way, way, WAY too fucking much. Have you ever played Battleship? For someone who doesn't tend to enjoy board games, I actually quite like Battleship. Do you like to record yourself? Heeeell no. Do you like watching wrestling? No. You're free to like whatever you want, but to me personally, it's pretty stupid. Like how the fuck do you get pleasure from hurting another person "for fun." What kind of class would you like to take? I've actually been really regretting lately not snagging up a massive deal on an online photography course awhile back. I really should kick my ass into gear and aim to improve on something I know I'm capable of. Are you prescribed any kind of meds? Two mood stabilizers (they cover my depression as well), two anxiety meds (one is as needed), one for OCD that I don't even think I need anymore, one for my hand tremors and another for chronic heartburn, a vitamin I take once weekly, birth control, and I think my final one is the one that helps in subduing my nightmares/terrors. Basically, a lot. What kind of cookie do you want right now? 'Tis the season, I really want a gingerbread cookie. What color is your shower curtain? Or is it glass/plastic? It's just white. Do you feed the strays in your neighborhood? I've never seen a stray here. Do you think old houses are creepy? No; they intrigue me far more than anything! Do you type home row or with two fingers? I type in the proper form. Do you wear a watch? No, never. Do you read poetry? Not really anymore. Do you feel connected to any certain celeb in some weird way? Not "in some weird way." I relate to some, but I don't feel like a soul connection or something like that. What is a website you cannot live without? I would be SO lost without YouTube. What kind of outdoor activities do you like? Photography, swimming, and if my legs were actually worth shit, I'd love to still go on walks. If it's cool out, it's also nice to sit in the shade and just listen to the sounds of nature. Do you like fish? To eat, no. To observe, yes. Do you type in all caps, lowercase only, or normal usually? Normally, in most cases, but it can vary depending on the tone I want to have, aesthetics, and how fast I want to get a message across. When was the last time you didn’t want to get out of bed? I pretty much live in my bed, so... Do you save cards from your birthday/x-mas, etc? Some. If given the chance, would you go to Ireland? Certainly! Are you currently in a relationship? If so, how long have you been dating? Yeah. It's been three months. What was the last video game you played, if any? Girt has the remaster of Shadow of the Colossus on his PS4 (which he keeps here for now), and we played it together recently. I was freaking the FUCK out in excitement, like you have no idea. I'd wanted to play it for years. Out of biology, chemistry, and physics, which are you the best at? Biology. Do you like your nose? I don't have an opinion on it? It's fine ig. Is there a movie that makes you cry every single time you watch it? The Notebook comes to mind. Do you like strawberries? They're my favorite fruit. What brand of face wash do you use? I actually don't really use any. I just wash my face with a wet cloth. Would you ever use an online dating service? Never again. Do you have a large dog? We have a chihuahua, my man. Literally the antithesis, lol. Do you like walking places? I used to. :/ I literally can't anymore. Walking to the other end of my small house is very painful because of the muscle atrophy I've endured. I CANNOT walk far at all before I literally feel like collapsing. When’s the last time you wore goggles? During a science class the last time I was in college. Are “school friends” and friends different to you? Yes. What bothers you the most about your town? Its intense association with crime. What part of your body are you most insecure about? Literally everything, but I guess my stomach tops the list. Actually, unshaven, my legs are more embarrassing. What’s one food you would be surprised to hear that someone doesn’t like? Pizza, for one. How long is your mother’s hair? Don't you dare tell her I said this, but it's pretty much "old lady hair" now. Y'know, the short, curly haircut. It's even dyed to complete it, haha... She doesn't like it and complains it looks too much like an afro, but she doesn't really care to let it grow out because she knows that realistically, she will probably have to go through chemo again eventually. Did you share a bed with anyone last night? Just my cat. Do you know anyone who volunteers regularly? Yeah; my mom's cleaning of the local church is a volunteer effort, though they eventually came to pay her because they loved how thorough and dedicated she was. Our landlord also works with LOTS of volunteer groups; she's even a leader figure in one of them. Have you ever played Cards Against Humanity? Yep. How many chairs are in the room you’re currently in? Zero. Do you have a lot in common with your significant other? Yeah. Do you like to go to the farmer’s market? Yeah! You can get some great stuff. Have you ever been told you have an annoying laugh? No, thankfully. That would make me so self-conscious. What motivates you? I think my greatest motivation is me wanting Girt and me to work out; I don't want to disappoint him and have him leave for similar reasons to Jason. I want a happy future together. I know this is a bad answer, like motivation should primarily come from within, buuuut yeah. I struggle with that. What will (or was) the color of your wedding dress be? I'm quite sure it will be black. Possibly ivory. What’s your favorite melon? I don't really like melons. Whose Facebook password do you have? Nobody's but my own. How often do you and your significant other argue? We've never argued in our entire 10+ years of knowing one another. What is a situation that makes you feel especially confident? Educating others about meerkats. What was the subject of your most recent conversation? Dad called a couple days back (my mom is in NY, so I'm home alone) just to check up on me, and we talked about various stuff, mainly his upcoming spinal surgery. We chatted for a good 30 minutes, which was nice. Do you consider internet friendships as important as offline friendships, or do you view them differently? They are absolutely just as important; in my personal case, I hold most of my online relationships dearer because these people know me better and have actually made efforts to stay in touch, despite never physically meeting. What was the last series you finished watching? Do you have any plans to begin another? The last series I actually finished was re-watching Fullmetal Alchemist with Sara. Girt and I began Attack on Titan a couple months ago, but we haven't watched an episode in a while. I'd be willing to, though. I'm into it. Have you ever lived on a university campus? No. What colour is your front door? White. Do you take the stairs or the elevator? My legs have it so in almost any imaginable case, I have to use the elevator. I both walk up and down stairs very, very slowly. Like I mean it, I can only go up a few steps before I physically can't anymore, my knees just give out. What was the last vaccination you got? Moderna for COVID. What was the last food you put syrup on? Pancakes at Cracker Barrel months ago when Tobey took Mom and me out to lunch. Ever had paranormal experiences with a Ouija board? I don't fuck with those. I don't know if I believe in their mystical abilities, but I believe enough in the paranormal to really not want to find out. Funnily enough though, I would LOVE to frame and hang a nice Ouija board in my future home just as decor. Does your refrigerator have one or two doors? Two: fridge is on the right, freezer is on the left. Are you allergic to any animals? Possibly dogs. Are you into politics at all? I should be, but I'm really just not that into them and am VERY ignorant of current goings on. Like I have opinions, some being very strong, but in the big picture, I'm not involved nearly enough. Do you know anyone who has a pet bunny? Not off the top of my head. I still wish I had and could properly care for a lop-eared rabbit. :( Name your top 3 favorite musical instruments. Violin, piano, electric guitar. Do you like Indian food? I don't think I've ever tried Indian cuisine before. Where is your favorite place to get fries? Bojangle's, an NC-exclusive food chain. It's like, worshiped here, including by me, lol. Their fries are magically seasoned, stg. Do you have a strong opinion for or against Justin Bieber? I know nothing about him as a person, but I don't like his music. I don't have a strong opinion, though. He's just another pop artist I don't listen to. Do you have a hyphenated name or know anyone with one? (eg. Carter-Brown) I know many, but mine isn't. If I hypothetically marry my current partner, though, I hate his last name so very much that I would actually hyphenate my last name. I don't like my last name either, but his is worse lol. Have you ever been camping in the wilderness? I have not. Have you ever lived in a house with a pool in the yard? Not a built-in pool, no. We've always just bought our pools. Do you have gluten intolerance or know anyone who does? I don't, but I know at least four people who do.

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mysteryartisticwriter · 4 years

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Being Crowley’s daughter and dating Jack Kline would include...

Not my gif!! (Please tell me if you, the owner, would like me to take the gif down!)

Of course you were half demon, your mother was human but died when you were 10

You met the boys way back when you were a teen; maybe around 15 years old in season 8 or 9

You were half demon but your mom showed love, taught you to give it back and be kind

You were the ultimate princess of Hell duh

While the boys were hesitant around you, they eventually grew to love you

And ohhh...your dad always threatened them if you tagged along in hunts

“You let a monster lay one finger on my little bear’s head, and I will end you two.” “Daaaaaad….”

Rowena never admitted it, but she utterly loved and adored you. She thought of you as an apprentice since you sometimes practiced spells with her

During Kelly’s pregnancy with Jack, you became her protector as well as Jack’s

Kelly was also hesitant around you since you were half demon, she didn’t want you to maybe end up killing her and her baby or even using Jack as a weapon once he was born

Just like the Winchester brothers, she grew to care for you too. Kelly knew Jack liked you from the start because he always just happened to kick whenever you touched her stomach

You were there when your dad killed himself for the boys, Sam was the one holding you back

Your dad’s last glance at you was a small, simple smile. “Goodbye boys. Take care of my little bear.”

When he stabbed himself, you screamed so loud that Sam and Dean winced at the pain in your voice

When Cas died a little later, you were crying right next to Dean on the ground because he was practically an uncle to you just like Sam and Dean

You mourned for three people that night; your dad, Castiel and Kelly

You vowed to avenge your dad no matter what, you were angry and sad just like Dean for so long

You never went back to Hell and you were sure that you weren’t even the next ruler of Hell anyway, not that it mattered to you

When you guys found Jack, it was strange to see that he was actually your age

You barely talked to him, angry at him for what his father did to Cas and made your dad do

Soon, you slowly began to open up to Jack more and more because he was really one of the only people you could talk to

His innocence was actually kinda adorable, his questions about life were funny too

“(Y/n), what is this?” “That is a pair of headphones, Jack.”

You were still a little bitter towards him until you literally cried on his shoulder one night about how you felt

“I was too weak to save my father, to save Castiel and soon, maybe I’ll be too weak to save you and the boys.”

You half expected Jack to be a little angry at you but he was actually really kind and gentle about it

That was when you realized you were gaining feelings for the nephilim and you didn’t even bother denying it

Unknown to you, Jack was feeling the same way

Castiel coming back was amazing to you and Dean, your uncle came back from the dead!

“Two salty hunters, a half demon princess, one half angel kid, a guy who just back from the dead. Team Free Will 2.0, here we go.”

But the happiness didn’t last long when Jack ran away because he didn’t want to hurt anybody after he accidentally killed a man

Once you found him again, you almost slapped him and yelled at him

“How dare you leave like that?! Do you know how scared and worried I was for you?!”

That was when you had your first kiss with him

He was trying to calm you down but you just caved in and smashed your lips onto his own

Jack didn’t really know what to do but went along with it anyway since he really liked you too

Rescuing Jack and Mary (the Winchesters’ mother) from the other dimension was tiring but you did end up saving both of them later on

Seeing Lucifer again and Jack went off with him, you felt mildly betrayed and hurt

Lucifer tried to convince his son that you didn’t really love him, that you were just using him to get back at his father

Jack never bought it though, he knew you loved him more than anything

He felt so powerless without his grace, Jack was so tired and all he wanted to do was be with you again

When you were trapped in the church with Jack, Sam and Lucifer, you tried your best to kill the devil with your powers

“Poor little girl…left all alone by her daddy.” “Screw you.”

You felt so weak not being able to defeat Lucifer, so vulnerable and weak

Lucifer finally tired you three out and gave a small proposition; one of you dies by the archangel blade and the other two walks out alive

Sam gave you and Jack the blade and told you to kill him but you weren’t having it, so you took the blade from him and pressed it against your own stomach

“I love you, Jack. I love you both so much.” “(Y/n) no!”

Just before you could finish the job, Dean came in and began to fight Lucifer with Michael

Jack was holding you from collapsing becuse the blade had drawn some blood

“Why would you do that?” You smiled weakly at him. “Because I’m not letting either of you die for someone as worthless as me.”

The battle was won by Michael!Dean and finally after all these years, Lucifer was dead

The victory was short lived when Michael had taken full control over Dean and left

Dean was MIA for so long and Jack was feeling worthless without his powers, it was all so much

You, of course, comforted Jack about how he felt. He didn’t deserve to have his grace taken away by someone he thought cared about him

You were so scared when his illness was starting to take him over. Jack was dying and there was nothing you could do to help

When Jack died and went to Heaven, his own Heaven was with you and the boys until he (sadly) had to leave it to go to his mother’s

Jack brought you up to her, telling Kelly that he was in love with you to which she just smiled

“I’m in love with her, mom.” “I know, Jack. I know.”

Rowena was used as a suit for Michael and when he went to attack at the bunker, Jack killed him and gained his grace back….at the cost of burning his soul out

Soulless Jack was saddening to you, he was empty and wasn’t the same boy as before

You weren’t even sure he loved you anymore since he couldn’t feel anything at all

You set your feelings and concerns aside and continued to act the same as you normally would with Jack in your relationship, but it was never the same

After he killed Mary Winchester, you became much more worried about his condition and mildly scared at his actions

Jack being locked away by Sam and Dean was torture to you. Yes, he didn’t have a soul anymore but he was still the same boy you fell in love with. You missed him

When he escaped, God/Chuck came back and was the one who told you that you needed to kill Jack or it could be very dangerous

Instead of Dean, you were the one holding the gun to Jack’s head while he kneeled on the ground, ready to die

In the end, you couldn’t kill him. He was still Jack, he was still your everything and still the love of your life

But before you knew it, Chuck killed Jack himself and raised the souls from Hell

As you and the boys were trapped in the tomb with no way out, you sobbed and mourned over Jack’s dead body with his eyes burned out

The amount of anger you had for Belphegor when he had the audacity to use your boyfriend’s body as a vessel was only felt once for when your dad died

Sealing off the town was hard enough when you had a demon in your ass the whole damn time. Belphegor never left you alone

“Hey sweetheart...” “Belphegor, I am half demon and I will literally send you back to Hell no matter what.”

You went with Belphegor and Castiel down to the rupture in Hell in order to finally get rid of all the ghosts and souls

While down there, you found out that Belphegor was really planning on sucking up all the souls to be as powerful as God

You managed to get him down and punched him so many times that his lip was bleeding and his sunglasses came off, showing Jack’s full face

“Please (Y/n)...stop. It’s me...Jack.” “....You’re not him. And you’ll never be him.”

You killed Belphegor using your powers and needless to say, Dean was not very happy about going off-plan (which was stupid to you because you would’ve had to kill the demon anyway)

You had never felt so depressed and empty in all your life. Your mom and dad were dead, Rowena was dead because of the spell she had to use and Jack was dead as well. Everyone you ever loved was dead and you were just an empty shell of who you used to be

But when Jack was resurrected by Billie the Reaper, you felt the same way as Dean did when Cas came back

It wasn’t until you realized that he was the exact same as before, soulless. You couldn’t bare it, Jack didn’t love or care about anything anymore.

As much as you still loved him, you finally broke things off with him because no matter how much you tried to deny it, your old Jack was gone

When those hellhounds were after you all, Sam and Dean were the ones holding the doors shut while you, Jack, and Cas were in the main part of the chapel trying to activate the Occultum...until Jack swallowed it

“Where’s the Occultum?” “I ate it.” “YOU WHAT?”

Just before the hellhounds could maul the four of you to death, there was a bright light that killed them and Jack’s unconscious body appeared onto the floor

Later, Jack was found awake in the bunker’s kitchen, crying to himself and Cas told the rest of you that his soul has been restored

You couldn’t help but let a small tear escape your eye. Jack was so innocent and new to the world but already was introduced to so many horrible things within three years

You loved Jack, and you always would no matter what happens to him or you

A/N: Most of you might know about the BLM protests and the unjust murder of George Floyd but if you haven’t donated or signed any petitions yet, I would strongly suggest that you do! Black Lives Matter! I hear you and I stand with you.

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shinsousbedroom · 3 years

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Stars and their Distance

Daiya no Ace misawa FWB AU, 1/10 chapters

Miyuki Kazuya, a depressed, workaholic catcher in the NPB, and Sawamura Eijun, a frustrated influencer who just got dumped, are both looking for temporary distraction. The casual, no-strings-attached friends with benefits thing they stumble into is exactly that.

Well, it would be if either of them knew how to do casual.

[Read on AO3.]

Chapter 1: Spinning

Excerpt from “Ace of Hearts: a blog about when love comes outta left field!; Q&A: Bad Break-Up Blues”

“[…] Think of relationships like this. You’re a pitcher on the mound and there’s a line up of batters waiting to knock your ball outta the park. These are your dating prospects. When you’ve gotten hurt pitching before—tore a tendon, drilled the batter, balked, whatever it was—you might not wanna pitch again, right? But the only surefire way to lose the game is to not throw the ball at all.

“You might be thinking, ‘But Eijun, if the batter hits a home run off your pitch, aren’t you losing the game?’ Well, if you think the point of the game is to win, sure. But to me, the point of baseball isn’t victory. It’s playing the best game you can with the best players you can. The same can be said for love. Some batters will foul out early, and some runners will never make it all the way home. But when you make that connection, when that bat slams the ball out of the park and the whole field feels the electric rush of a phenomenal play that you helped make—isn’t that a beautiful moment to chase after? Isn’t that feeling worth the risk that comes with love?

“So no matter how unlikely a batter steps up to your plate—and there will be batters you didn’t anticipate—throw the pitch! I promise, every strikeout and home run just makes you a better pitcher and brings you a step closer to a beautiful game. […]”

***

“Did you have to move right after the end of the season?” Kuramochi wiped off the sweat from his face with the bottom of his blue shirt. The whole thing was already drenched dark, consistently doused with water the whole day through as Kuramochi drained bottles over his head to beat back the unseasonably hot September day. “Take a fucking break first, Miyuki.”

Kazuya spat out a handful of screws. The bitter, metallic aftertaste clung to his mouth. “Why delay?” he said, tossing the instruction manual for his shelf to the side in frustration. It skittered across the hardwood floor and into Chris’ calf.

Chris plucked the booklet up and thumbed through the pages of mildly helpful pictograms, eyeing them warily against Kazuya’s clear lack of progress. “Yeah, Miyuki. Why delay?”

Kazuya shot Chris a sour look and flopped back onto the ground with a groan, defeated. “Not like we’re busy during postseason this year.”

They sighed in unison, united in the bitterness of loss.

At least Chris’ team had been only one out from the Climax Series. The Swallows hadn’t come close, and even though it was expected from a rebuild year, the loss still rankled. Small mercies, though: Kazuya could rub in the fact that the Swallows hadn’t been last place in their league unlike the Mariners.

Suck it, Kuramochi. He’d take his victories where he could.

Kazuya stuck his hand into the air, spreading his fingers wide as the overhead lights filtered between them. “Anyway. Moving is work, and you all banned me from working for the next four months. So really, I’m being responsible here.” His hand flopped down next to him with a hard thunk.

Kuramochi trudged over, heavy steps echoing through the empty apartment, until his head popped into Kazuya’s vision, arms crossed and scowl fierce. “If you wanna try to fight this again, just give me a fucking reason to pin you into a headlock until you’re crying for mercy.”

Kazuya grabbed at his ankle, rolling onto his stomach for a second swipe as Kuramochi danced out of reach.

“You can’t pull a fast one on the cheet—AH!”

His ankles caught the edge of the shelf boards, knocking Kuramochi onto his ass. The wooden slats scraped across each other as they slid out of their neat stacks, thumping and scratching the floor until they were criss-crossed between Kazuya cackling into the floor on his stomach and Kuramochi, shocked and sprawled across the debris.

“Fucking build your furniture, Miyuki!” He cradled his foot in his hands, holding it up to inspect as he twisted it every which way. “We’re not doing the same thing as last time, when it took you a full year to finally put all your shit together.”

The weight of apathy slid back into Kazuya’s limbs, edging out the laughter that had given him a moment of relief. “What if I just didn’t?”

“Is that what you want?” Chris replied evenly.

He lolled his head towards Chris. Despite the heat, Chris had spent all day in a black turtleneck, never once hinting he was even mildly uncomfortable even at the peak of the day’s heat, lugging in heavy boxes from the sun-warmed streets. Now sitting on the floor among bubble wrap and crumpled paper, legs kicked out in front of him and waves of brown bangs framing his face, he still looked as wholly put together as ever.

Even when Kazuya knew beyond a doubt Chris was the epitome of keeping a stone face even when he was going through the worst of it, he still couldn’t help but be jealous.

Kazuya went back to staring at the unfamiliar gray tiles on his new ceiling. “It would be pretty funny to leave my apartment unfurnished to spite Kuramochi.”

“Finish the shelf.” Chris tossed the manual back.

“Kominato’s the one who left the task half-done,” Kazuya said, closing his eyes, overwhelmed in a sudden wash of fury and helplessness.

He opened his eyes to see Kuramochi and Chris hovering above him again. Both their brows were furrowed, Kuramochi’s fist clenched at his collar, Chris frowning mildly.

“I’m fine,” Kazuya said brusquely.

They glanced at each other, then back at Kazuya.

He sat up, forcing the other two to reel back to avoid knocking their heads together. “I’m 27, not 7,” he said, testily. “I don’t need to be put under a watch, I’m a grown ass adult.”

“We aren’t gonna—we can’t sit to the side and watch you nearly kill yourself from overwork again this off-season.”

“Don’t exaggerate—“

“You said you had it together last year, but you didn’t. So you’re getting strict rules this year,” Kuramochi tugged at his hair, a frustrated sneer on his face. “The Swallows and your agent both know not to let you pile on more than your bare minimum until preseason. And the rest of us are going to check on you regularly because we care about your health, even when you don’t. Got it?”

“It’s not overwork,” he said, falling into the same argument that had been chipping away at him for a year now.

“Then what is it?”

The only coping mechanism that works. The only way I can pretend to feel anything off the diamond. The only thing that makes me tired enough to sleep at night without baseball 24/7.

He settled on: “It’s just work. Making a living, some might say.”

“Hard to do that when you’re stuck in a hospital bed.”

“That won’t happen again. I was just stressed and tired and a bad day caught me off guard.”

“Yeah, it won’t again because we’re gonna help make sure the off-season doesn’t wreck you again after a long history of hiding your fucking problems until they explode.”

“At least you can’t take conditioning away from me.”

“Follow the plan your trainers set for you.” Chris’ voice cut into Kazuya’s stubbornness. “Please don’t joke about this with me.”

After a moment, Kazuya nodded his head, brusque.

Kuramochi rubbed the back of his neck, trying to break the awkward air that had sprung up between them. “Isn’t exercise supposed to help depressed people? Boost your serotonin up or some shit like that?”

“Just my luck it doesn’t,” Kazuya muttered. He cleared his throat. “Can we go back to harassing me about how bad I am at unpacking?”

“We wouldn’t harass you if you just did it.” Kuramochi stood back up and kicked at a box as he went back to sweeping the floors. “Unpack before the season starts up again. You have nearly five months. If you’re feeling feisty, try decorating your apartment, too.”

“My entire personality is baseball. I don’t care about interior design. Or anything else, for that matter.”

“You used to. Pick up your old hobbies. Bring out that telescope you had at back at Waseda. Read a memoir. All the shit you can’t do during the season, drag ‘em out into the open again.”

The wrong answer, he knew, was to reiterate that he didn’t care about any of that anymore. Seriously. “You two are busy-bodies.”

Chris handed him the power drill then returned to the pile of securely wrapped glass kitchenware. “It’s called friendship,” he said, bubble wrap crinkling.

“This is ridiculous.”

“Just try, Miyuki. Please.”

“Sure,” he said, flippantly, knowing the lie didn’t pass unnoticed from the sag in Kuramochi’s shoulders. He thumbed through the instructions, pushing aside the guilt welling into his throat. Kazuya needed this conversation to be over. “Chris-senpai, where’d you put the drill bits?”

***

“Hjnhbgfgvbhnjmknjbhgvfdbghnjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj” wasn’t the most eloquent start to Eijun’s next blog post. Of course, Eijun normally didn’t start his articles by rolling his face across the keyboard in frustration, but considering how little he’d written in the past week, this was as good a draft as any.

Eijun’s eyes flung open as the laptop shifted from under his face, tipping his head off to thunk into the table. He rubbed at his forehead, and blinked up to find Harucchi tapping delicately at the keyboard while the other hand balanced the device in the air. “Eijun-kun,” said Harucchi, peering from around the screen, “not your finest work.”

Eijun sat up and scowled, the lines of his face scrunching against the keyboard indents on his skin. “What would you know about it?”

“I’ve been editing your posts for years,” Harucchi said. He settled the laptop in front of Eijun, then settled into the chair across from him. “If you’d like me to stop now, I can happily use that time in other ways.”

The dishes rattled when Eijun slammed his palm onto the table. “You’re not allowed to ditch me like that!”

Harucchi raised his eyebrows. “Says the man who’s been avoiding me.”

A double blow of panic and then confusion struck him. He frowned and swiveled his head around. Snaking line at the counter, coffee scenting the air, a low hum of incomprehensible chatter: this was definitely the coffee shop he’d just discovered this morning and came to by himself and didn’t tell Harucchi about. “How’d you find me?”

“You should stop posting your location on Instagram if you don’t want to be found,” he offered with a gentle smile.

“You don’t live anywhere near here.”

“A teammate just moved to the neighborhood. It was pure luck I happened to be there while you happened to be here.” He ran his fingers against the edge of a plate by Eijun’s elbow, empty of all but crumbs. “It’s a cute shop. New haunt for you?” he asked, a touch too casual.

Eijun averted his eyes, lips pinching. He knew what Harucchi was really asking. “I’m fine.”

“I didn’t ask that.”

“I’m doing fine,” Eijun insisted. “Really.”

“I’m glad you stopped feeling obligated to go to the other cafe.” His voice was barely loud enough to reach Eijun, covered by the clatter and call of employees, and a particularly rowdy group of seven students packed at a four person table next to his little corner.

“The old place got too many baristas who sucked,” Eijun lied. As if Harucchi didn’t already know that he’d only just shoved his pride aside enough to accept he’d lost his favorite coffee shop to the break-up. “Had to find a new one.”

Harucchi pried open the plastic lid to his coffee, blowing at the steam rising from the cup. He drew in a long, slow slip of his drink. “Maybe a fresh start here means a fresh start with the blog. Talk about grinding new beans, or something…?” Eijun blanched, well aware that Harucchi’s innocent reputation was a front.

“If you think I am going to subject my loyal followers to love advice using bean grinding as the topic—”

“You’ll have to excuse me if you had an idea in mind already. I’d thought from the keysmashing that you hadn’t.” Eijun aimed a kick at his shin under the table. Without looking, Harucchi crossed his legs, as if he’d planned on it for that exact moment all along instead of the attempt to dodge Eijun’s ire that it really was. “Is there a reason you can’t find an appropriate topic for your next post?”

Eijun cheeks puffed out, determined for two whole seconds not to tell Harucchi the truth, before blurting out, “I promised Wakana we’d wait a few months before officially announcing we broke up.” And yep—there it was, that classic Kominato passively skeptical look that circled past nonjudgmental so thoroughly that it ended up aggressively intimidating. The one that meant Harucchi was seconds away from bulldozing through all the nonsense he was seeing ahead of him. Eijun lived in terror of it. “She wanted to give us a chance to recuperate in private first,” he muttered, defensive.

“Eijun-kun.”

“I know, I know! A smart idea for people like Wakana, but I don’t…like wallowing like this. I can’t keep sitting here thinking about how much she doesn’t want me, and it’s all I want to write about. But I can’t post any of it. It’s been nearly two months, and I haven’t moved on. I’ve just gotten madder.”

“You two didn’t consider posting a small announcement saying you were over but you needed time? Space?”

“I couldn’t ask her.” Eijun subsided, spinning his teacup in its saucer with a single finger hooked through its tiny handle. “I owe her, Harucchi. The only reason I started lifestyle and romance blogging was because Wakana got me into it. I made my start on her profiles with her followers. Talking about her now? Why we broke up? Even if I want to, it sounds like betraying her. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m trying to talk shit about her, when we’re both in the same influencer circles.”

Harucchi tilted his head, and when Eijun didn't continue on after several seconds, he prompted, “There’s more.”

So much for the dumb jock stereotype.

“If I write it, then I feel like I’m giving up on her. On us ever being something together, again.” He crossed his arms onto the table, elbows shoving the dishes and laptop uncomfortably close to the edge of the small table, and laid his head on his forearms. He closed his eyes, and said quietly into his chest, “I still love her, Harucchi.”

“I know, Eijun-kun.” A warm hand squeezed his elbow. Between their silence, the monstrous table of college students packed up and left, and suddenly the shop settled into a calm Eijun needed.

He poked his head up from the comfort of his arms to stare at Harucchi. He was steadily sipping his coffee, one hand resting on Eijun’s elbow. His pink hair had pulled out of the bun at his nape and fell into windswept wisps framing his face and neck. He’d long since stopped wearing Ryou-san’s hand-me-downs in favor of softer, luxe sweaters and slacks, the only true expense he indulged in despite his lucrative status as a rising star for the Swallows.

Altogether, he looked gentle, dangerously so. On the diamond or off, it was easy to be lulled into a sense of security right before he whacked an unpleasant truth out of the park.

Harucchi pulled his hand back and apologized with a glance. Eijun wasn’t sure why…until he started speaking. “You make a living off of posting about your life—and romance, in particular. You’ve never hidden your past relationship troubles from your followers, however difficult it was to express. It’s part of your brand at this point.”

Eijun’s mouth twisted as he sat up. “Wakana isn’t a branding tool.”

“No one is saying that,” Harucchi said patiently. “What I am saying: you underestimate how much of your own work goes into your success. Aotsuki was certainly helpful—but your personality and your words are why people stay. People trust you.

“You’re good at what you do, Eijun-kun. You’re honest and kind in your observations, to yourself, to your partners, to strangers, despite how difficult and personal love is. When the time comes, whatever you post about Aotsuki will be the same.” Harucchi shrugged. “Also, I’ll edit out anything that makes you sound insensitive.”

Eijun let out a heavy sigh, stretching his arms into the air and shaking off the melancholy. “Thanks for not letting me fall on my own sword.”

“What are friends for?”

For all that he felt better, though, Eijun was still stuck staring at a blinking cursor at the end of a line of drivel. “That still doesn’t solve my problem. I don’t have a clue what to post next. The schedule I followed is trash now without personal updates of me and Wakana. I haven’t been able to binge any of the manga or shows I wanted to review, either. All I got left is the advice column, but if I keep that up with nothing else, I might as well change the blog name to Dear Eijun instead of Ace of Hearts.”

Harucchi stared at him, calculating out something as he took in Sawamura’s restlessness. “You don’t have to keep writing about romance.”

“That’s what I started the blog for.”

“But that’s not why you started writing and recording back at Seidou. You’ve had success with your baseball analysis and tutorials on YouTube and Instagram. You could even say you’ve been neglecting them to chase after romance.”

Eijun groaned, loud and theatrical enough to make the meek businessman behind him jump in shock. “Maybe if I got as much engagement talking about how stupid the idea of celebrity athletes are when it’s a team sport—”

“See?” he cut in, tilting his cup toward Eijun. “You already have a topic to post about.”

“Baseball is my hobby, not my job,” he said mulishly, jaw jutting out. “My dad wrecked his love of music that way! I’m not gonna risk hating baseball after he spent my whole life yelling at me not to ‘monetize my interests’ while holding me in a headlock. That’s asking for the biggest lecture of my life!”

“You can always stop if it’s not the direction you want to go. You’re not getting married to the idea.”

“Don’t bring up marriage, I just got dumped!”

Harucchi pressed his lips together in a thin line. “Fine, don’t think of it as a marriage,” he said. From Harucchi, the sliver of impatience he let free was the equivalent of hauling Eijun by the collar and shaking him down. “Flirt with baseball. Go on a few dates. Get a benefit or two out of it. Does the metaphor suffice now?”

Eijun gasped. “Harucchi! You’re too innocent for that sort of talk!”

“My brother is Kominato Ryousuke, and my best friend writes a blog about romance and sex that I edit,” he said, even as his quiet voice went squeaky and his face mottled bright red from embarrassment.

“Maybe I should change my blog to save you the embarrassment.”

“I also admit I have a request of you,” Harucchi said sheepishly, pressing a hand to his cheek. “The Swallows want me to get more heavily involved in PR this offseason, and I could use your help figuring out what I’d actually like to do instead of going along with every idea they propose. I’ve seen what they make the other players do, and I’m not interested in doing the exact type of promo they’ve done the past few seasons.”

Eijun crossed his arms and leaned back, chin tilting up defensively. “If you’re trying to convince me by pretending you need help—”

Harucchi shook his head, bangs bouncing across his forehead. “I hope you’ll find value or inspiration in it, too, but I was going to ask, regardless.” He grimaced into his cup. “The players who carry most of the strain of Swallows marketing are…otherwise occupied this offseason. I was volunteered to step in; management’s been wanting me to raise my profile for a while. I can’t really say no, so I may as well make the most of it.”

“I don’t want a pity job.”

“Please, be reasonable.” Harucchi smiled the shy, dreamy, polished smile the Swallows had been trying to splash across their advertising since he joined the team. “It’s a pity favor.”

Eijun snorted, relaxing into his chair again. “Fine,” he said, pulling open a clean document on his laptop. “Let’s brainstorm.”

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aspiring-ginger · 4 years

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Forget-Me-Not Ch.1 (Jaskier x Reader)

Summary: Y/n is a college student who stumbles into the world of the witcher. Part 1 of ???

Warnings: Depression, mental illness, swearing

Word count: 2,823

Pairing(s): Jaskier x fem!reader, platonic Geralt x fem!reader

A/N: Hi guys!! I’ve recently fallen deep into the witcher hell! Having read many modern girl in Thedas fics for dragon age, I figured I’d try my hand at a modern girl in the continent sort of fic! This is my first fic so I apologize for any errors. Feedback always appreciated! Enjoy!

Masterlist I Next I

You stood up from your spot on the bed with a stretch, wondering how long you’ve been caught up in your work this time. Final exams were coming up and you knew you needed to study quite a bit for that one damned class where the professor just hated your guts. You scoffed at your understatement.

“Hates the whole world and the concept of fun itself, more like”, you grumbled to yourself as you collected various notes and papers strewn about the blankets.

It was nearing the end of fall semester of your second year of college, so time was quickly ticking by until the time came for you to choose your major. You opted to go in undecided, with a plan to get as many generic classes over with first. Frankly, you still had no idea what to choose, and you thought it was ridiculous that you were expected to decide the fate of your whole adult career just based on a few classes.

You checked the time, 1:47 am. Stuffing everything back into your backpack, you debated whether you should just call it a night and go to bed, or stay up for just a little bit longer doing something you enjoy before bed. You knew it was probably a good idea to go to sleep but you just couldn’t help that itch in your brain that needed some fun. Netflix released their newest series The Witcher which you were very excited for, and had gone and played all of the games in preparation and to get a feel for the world. Obviously you fell in love with the story and you couldn’t wait to watch the show, but you had shown some restraint and restricted yourself from watching any of it until after finals were done because, let’s be honest, you knew you would get sucked in and binge the whole entire thing instead of studying.

It wasn’t too late at night, there have definitely been much later nights this week, plus you had done such a good job actually studying instead of putting everything off until the last minute….. it wouldn’t hurt to watch just one episode, would it? You glanced around the room, noting that your roommate wasn’t there. Right. She said she was studying with her boyfriend and wouldn’t be home that night. “Studying”. You shrugged and changed into your pajamas, then hopped back into bed with a laugh. All your friends had been talking about this show and now you could actually participate in their conversations! You quickly settled in, switched on your tv, and started the first episode.

Your mind was absolutely racing. What a great way to end the season!! You’d been on the edge of your seat waiting to see what would happen to Tissaia and Yennefer, and your heart just melted at the sight of Geralt and Ciri finally meeting. You grabbed your phone to text your best friend all about it when-

“Oh FUCK,” Your lock screen showed the time, 10:03 am. You missed your fucking 8 am class, the one you had just spent all that time studying for, because you did the exact fucking thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do. Thankfully it was only a review day before the final, but it was the last review day before the final, and you still had questions on the material. You groaned and slumped down in your bed, burying your face into your pillow.

’Such a fucking idiot, I cant believe this is fucking happening,’ you thought, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes, ’of course I would do this, this is just so me. Fucking stupid and dumb and worthless and-’

Your spiraling thoughts of self loathing were interrupted by your roommate opening the door and slipping into your shared room. You reluctantly picked up your head when you heard her call out your name with a sigh.

“Really (y/n)? You fall asleep studying again? You really should set an alarm or something, didn’t you miss your early class or whatever?” She asked as she plopped down on her bed, kicking off her shoes. “I know you were super stressed about studying this year but jeez- oh come on. Netflix? Really? What happened to ms ’I’m going to do such a good job studying this semester and kissing professor what’s his face’s ass so I get a good grade’?” She mocked.

Your cheeks burned as you tried to subtly wipe off the tears streaked down your face “Look I actually have been doing a better job at keeping up with my work and everything this semester, so I can stand to take a fucking break every once and awhile!” You huffed

Your roommate rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Seriously? Haven’t you missed like 15 classes or something? Just stop kidding yourself and accept that you’re just not going to get that good of a grade, dude. Plus can’t you just play the whole depression card and get like, an extended deadline or something? Pft, I wish I could have something like that. My life would be sooo much easier. Ugh. Whatever. I’m going to take a nap, I’m tired. If you need to cry go do it somewhere else or I will throw a pillow at you,"

You flipped her off and got out of bed. You still had 2 more classes to go to, and those review packets weren’t going to do themselves. You got ready with a sigh. It was going to be a long day.

You sat down on a bench outside, having just finished your last class of the day. It had been pretty miserable as you predicted, your brain just absolute mush after staying awake for so long. Your temper was definitely shorter, and you had snapped at your friends way more than you should have. You had just paused to take out your earbuds and put on some music for the walk back to your dorm, when you felt a pit settle at the bottom of your stomach. You knew you definitely needed sleep, but that wouldn’t explain your sudden feeling of unease. You sat up and glanced around you, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was only late afternoon but already dark out, and there weren’t many students around. You put your headphones in and adjusted your coat, trying to ignore that feeling and started your walk back home.

As you walked, you could have sworn you saw someone following you out of the corner of your eye, but each time you turned around there was nothing but the usual barren trees and dull leaves covering the sidewalk. You reassured yourself that if somebody actually was following you, you’d be able to hear them crunching the leaves behind you. Even though you were listening to your music. Right. Everything was fine.

You nervously fiddled with the straps of your backpack as you paused to double check behind you. Again, there was nothing there, but you still had that sinking feeling in your stomach and it had only been getting worse as you kept going. You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, and you could’ve sworn you heard something rustle the leaves behind you- you whipped your head back around and there was still nothing. It then crossed your mind that even though it was dark, there definitely should be people around. Classes should be ending and students should be walking home, but there was no one. You began to pick up your pace, going into a nervous jog. Your building was almost in sight, just a few more minutes and then you’d be safe- a hot bolt of terror hit and you broke into a sprint. You didn’t dare look behind you as you ran, you didn’t even know why you were running but you had a feeling that you should. You felt hot breath against the back of your neck and something claw against your back. You pushed yourself to run faster, your blood pounding in your ears along with your music.

Your feet stomped across the sidewalk, almost there you could almost see your dorm! These damn leaves were everywhere, so many that you couldn’t even make out where the sidewalk ended and the grass began. Your foot slipped, ankle rolling as you fell face first into the leaves. You scrambled back up and continued running, your headphones now hanging around your neck. You spat out leaves as you cursed, weaving between trees that began to slow you down. Wait. Trees? You glanced to where various classrooms and dorms should’ve been, now replaced with thick, dense trees on all sides. You still heard the- the thing, whatever it was, behind you. You felt it’s hot sickly breath on your neck. You could smell the rotting stench of decay and blood. You heard it’s ragged panting and inhuman whine. It’s claws swiped at your back once more, and you seethed in pain. Your ankle was on fire and you didn’t know how much further you could run.

Suddenly you heard the distinct sound of metal clanging behind you, followed by a wet squelch. You turned your head to look, still running forward, daring to get a glimpse of what possibly could be chasing you. You caught a flash of silver and black and brown before you collided into a tree and everything went black.

You heard muffled conversation when you briefly regained consciousness. It was loud and rushed and sounded like arguing? You couldn’t make out any words so you tried to turn your head in the direction of the noise, but found that task much more difficult than you thought. You huffed at the fogginess of your mind and the shouting came to an abrupt stop. Though you couldn’t open your eyes, you felt the presence of someone in front of you. You heard a murmur of something you couldn’t quite catch- and you slipped back into a deeper sleep.

When you woke for the second time it was a lot quieter than the first. You could hear the crackle of a fire and the wind rustling through leaves above, and smell the smoke from the fire and the damp earth below. There was also a soft melody coming from somewhere to your left, chords plucked out on an instrument you couldn’t quite recognize. You could also hear the grating sound of metal on metal. Was someone sharpening a blade? You groaned as you tried to sit up. Though your body felt stiff and your head full of cotton balls, your muscles responded accordingly. The music came to a stop as you blinked awake.

"Uhh, Geralt? I think she’s awake now, for real. Could you please not use your witchery magic on our mysterious guest so we can actually, I dunno, talk to her? Ask her some questions? Instead of just rushing ahead with your steel or silver- oh alright then,” A voice called out, and you heard the crunch of footsteps coming towards you.

You looked to the source of the voice and found a brown haired man holding a funny looking guitar standing in front of a log near a campfire. You rubbed your eyes and realized no, that wasn’t a guitar but a mandolin? Lute? Some weird instrument, so he must’ve been the source of the music. He was dressed in a dark blue matching set of… some sort of renaissance costume? His jacket was undone and he wore a plain white shirt underneath, the top of which was unlaced so a few strands of chest hair poked out. His loose yet tight fitting pants were tucked into a pair of tall leather boots. He sure looked committed to his costume, even holding a quill in his other hand.

Your attention was quickly turned to the man approaching you. He had long silver hair, half pulled back, and was dressed in all black. His outfit matched the same renaissance theme as his friend, though less showy and more practical. His tight leather pants, rolled up sleeves, and very realistic looking sword were certainly eye catching, but what drew you in the most were his eyes. They were a bright golden color, and his irises had a slight curve to them that almost reminded you of a cat’s. You realized that they must be cosplayers who already have costumes from the new show. They were both very high quality, and the special attention to detail was amazing.

The Geralt cosplayer knelt down in front of you, his hand gripping your shoulder tight.

“Who are you and where did you come from?” He demanded with a very accurate impression of the Geralt voice.

“I-I uh,” you cleared your voice “My name is (y/n) and I’m from (hometown). I was just walking back from class to my dorm when this thing started chasing me and I was running and- wait, what happened to it? Where am I? And why the hell are you guys dressed like that what’s going on?! Is this some sort of prank or something? Or- or a photoshoot? I don’t understand,”

You tried to scooch back away from the strange man, but his grip stayed strong and he just narrowed his eyes.

“Oh the Ekimmara? Geralt already delt with it, my lady, don’t you fret. You’re safe now with us,” The Jaskier lookalike piped up from his log.

The Geralt sighed, “Yes, the Ekimmara is dead. You reek of magic and your clothes are strange, yet I can sense that you’re not a mage. Who are you?”

You had to admit, their costumes were amazing and their impressions were flawless. They even looked strikingly similar to the real actors.

“Look I already told you. I was at school, something chased me, and I woke up here. I’m already having a shitty day with my classes and college bullshit, and I just want to go home. Your cosplays are very nice, but I really don’t have time for this,”

“College? As in Oxenfurt University? I’ll have you know I just graduated from there before running into Geralt here, but I can’t say I recognize you. Are you perhaps in more art and painting classes? Although I am, of course, a master of the seven arts- poetry and song are much more my strong suit,” The Jaskier said, walking up.

“Jaskier,” Geralt warned with a glare, removing his hand from your shoulder.

“Look I get it! You really have the characters down. Can I please just go home now?” You shifted away from Geralt. You realized you weren’t wearing your coat, instead it had been draped across you acting as a makeshift blanket as you sat on a bed roll.

“Characters? My lady, are you alright? See, Geralt? I told you to go easy with the axii nonsense, now she’s confused.” Jaskier exclaimed with a scoff.

Geralt narrowed his eyes at you and put his sword down.

“What? I’m not confused!” You protested “You even have the Jaskier attitude down perfect. Can I go now? Or you at least tell me where we are?”

“You know my name? How do you know who I am, I haven’t even introduced myself yet! I know I’ve played at many of the local taverns, but I would’ve recognized a face so lovely as yours,” Jaskier tried to mask his unease with his usual flirtatious remarks.

Geralt held a hand up for Jaskier to stop talking “Who do you think we are, and what do you know of us?”

“Well that’s easy,” you scoffed. “You’re dressing up as Geralt of Rivia. You know witcher, white wolf, travelling with your best friend Jaskier. And then you would be Jaskier-or Dandelion but I think you’re aiming for more Jaskier.”

Jaskier looked stunned, while Geralt pressed further “Dressing up as?”

“Yes. Cosplaying, whatever term you want to use. And you’re doing a great job acting like them too, but you can cut it out now. It was cool, but now it’s just getting old."

"So…you think we’re acting? Playing the roles of Geralt and myself? We’re not characters, we’re real. And I’m not his best friend. A friend definitely, but he would never admit it. What do you know us from?”

“The Witcher. The show, the games, the books. They’re super popular again. I think it’s even back on the charts for top selling fantasy or something."

Geralt and Jaskier exchanged looks.

"Geralt, why don’t you show her something to prove that you’re the real deal. Something only a witcher could do?”

Geralt raised his hand and traced a symbol in the air. A small ball of flame appeared in his hand, which he stretched out towards you. You could feel the heat from the fire against your skin and you looked at the two men in shock.

“What the fuck?!”

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meandmyechoes · 3 years

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so, today’s a holiday and I was woken by the summer sun. And I stumbled upon this anime called Joran: The Princess of Snow and Blood.

Basically, I saw beautiful woman in kimono, I clicked. I saw main character named “Yuki” I loved.

And you know, I’m deep in DD recovery/Ventress denial I’m desperate for another assassin/revenge/hot mess character.

Like, Joran is something exactly me at fourteen-year-old would like. And I unironically love it.

Look at its title: The Princess of Snow and Blood - yes that’s the official title in its original text. Isn’t that the most emo thing you’ve heard in a while. I really like this ink-heavy art style. I love a good period piece. I love my assassin ladies with swords. That, plus a brooding black-and-white protag + a bubbly girl they are supposed to kill is just, retro Tezuka vibes I love it

So, the premise/plot is, in a alternate historical 1931 Japan, the protag, Yukimura Sawa, is a last-of-her-kind raised by the secret government agency hunting down a mad scientist that mutates people with drugs developed from her bloodline. And she saved a little girl she was supposed to kill. There’s also a sex worker and a young man in the assassin trio. Oh, and she can transform with a supernatural crow bite. The main plot is just revenge. and stabbing. lots of people getting killed.

With its whole kaleidoscopic style, one might even say it's old-school. It's just the slightest bit of classic anime theatrics. The steampunk aesthetic mixed with just a touch of folklore fantasy (plus political thriller) is right up my alley. Yukimura has a whole henshin sequence and execution speech I almost hoped it would just be a magical girl anime for one foolish instant. Do I selfishly wish it's more a Charlie's Angels with extra girl power than this suspense tragedy? Now that I'm forced to witness that much trauma? Hell yes.

Judging by the info I saw about it being three arcs I reckon it might be better if I do treat it like three four-parter movies. When I clicked episode one this morning I couldn’t stop. It was sweltering and I still laid on my side binging four episodes. The art is so stylistic and the music kicks ass. OP captured me instantly, even faster than Fran Chu Chu this season and that’s saying something.

Even just by the first four episodes it is impossible to put down. There is a plot twist every episode, there are clues but they keep stepping up. The characters are more or less tropical, as the first arc is very Sawa-centric - but I’m interested in learning more about their motivation and background. Now that we’ve cleared up Sawa’s in the first arc, maybe we can see her disillusion in the second and third arcs while exploring deeper into other characters’ history?

I’ve seen review claiming it boring or mediocre. That's not very fair? The first arc might be generic to veteran viewers and neither its setting nor theme were groundbreaking new, but it delivers a solid in your typical revenge journey. It's what goes on after that makes it interesting and feels human to explore. Besides, it’s such a visual and musical fest. The colours and the expressions on the characters faces. She is ruthless and I just light up when she relaxes into a smile.

spoilers since I finished the second arc just now.

My jaw just, dropping the whole time??

Okay so, PTSD Sawa. well I have seen PTSD characters but it still hurts. I did not believe Asahi would do what she did but she DID! And you go of course! for two episodes. And the moment the teacher turns up I just know he's gonna scapegoat. At this point I've learned enough about this anime to know what to expect ok.

That was some depressing mess going on in the second arc. But we got a lot more buildup for the universe and the finale. I greatly appreciate the message in episode 8 and showcasing Sawa's trauma and recovery.

Then, I don't really get, Tsuki's character. Like, I get that he's obsessed with Sawa and perhaps is unrequited love that made him target her personally. Like, I get that, I get why he want to escape Japan on ~freedom~ and his speech about false pretenses - wait, I have a lot of questions about his motivations outside of his obsession with Yukimura as a love intetest/an ideal self. Bro, I sure hope I can wait that one month before the finale comes out. … And um, that part about his gender is just, is it a big part to his motivation? I can't tell?

And I just want to say my ship since the second episode is Elena/Sawa so :) missed you my beloved

also, I'm calling it. Asahi didn't die. they fed her the blue stone.

P.S. it's fucking insane Sawa is 18. I mean, that's a hard life for someone who's only 18. But her youth is also a necessity to her "blank" character (consumed by revenge) and immaturity. I’m gonna pretend i’m bad at japanese history and math and that she’s 28 to feel slightly better about it. but also. she has been killing people for four years at least what.

#joran #myechoes #anime #this is out of nowhere but i’m still writing it down #I LIKE IT A LOT more than i should #i'm still hooked and wanna know more

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ninjakitty15 · 3 years

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Chapter 15: Trickster Treats (Loki X OFC Pairing)

"You know, not that I'm complaining here, but you don't have to bribe me with chocolate chip pumpkin pancakes and pumpkin spice latte, as much as I missed those breakfast foods this time of year," I assured my best friend in the whole fucking multiverse.

"You have no idea how fucking bored I've been since you went MIA, I tried making new friends honest, but you of all people know how hard that is."

"Even in Salem where the weird are welcomed?" I asked.

Zari just nodded while shoveling crispy strips of freshly made bacon onto my already full plate. "I also think you need this, I know you don't extensively need to eat being dead and all but how the hell else do you recharge after kicking terrorist ass?"

"Mischievous magical sex certainly helps," I chirped.

"Is that why he hasn't come down for food like you did?" she asked, jerking her head toward the guest room we stayed in.

"Not as much as usual actually, we were both just tired and needed company over intimacy. Asgardians are fucking addicting, pun intended."

"Let's hope he doesn't wish he knew how to quit you," she teased.

I scoffed and shoveled more food into my mouth. "He aint never had it this good, the best thing about necrophilia is the dead can't say no."

"Jesus, woman, still with the dead jokes after all this time?"

"Always," I replied smoothly.

"So what should we do today while I got you?" she asked excitedly.

"Like you said, I gotta recharge and then I gotta celebrate properly since I missed out so many times, too many really, it's a good thing I got out before I missed it this year or I'd be seriously depressed."

"You're only really alive during this time of the year despite the veil between worlds being so thin and your death powers being strongest then, irony that is. So what was it like being in the Avengers company?"

"Kinda boring when I wasn't actively shagging the only other person on house arrest there, I'm not terribly into new state of the art tech Tony's all about. I mean yeah it looks cool and shit but like I've no idea how to use the majority of it."

"It did take forever for you to get a smartphone when the rest of the first world had been through like 5 at least."

"That was partially because I was under the impression I couldn't afford one or didn't need that much stuff just to contact people."

She rolled her eyes at me and scoffed. "Whatever, Ms. Slide to Text Not Smart Phone."

"Call me what you want but whenever I dropped that phone, the worst that happened was the battery popping out, let's see you drop a smartphone any height without a protective cover and see if it even works after that."

"Get with the times, woman!"

"Don't wanna!" I retorted and crossed my arms in a pretend pout.

"How the hell does Loki put up with you really?"

"I already told you, copious amounts of kinky and experimental sex, keep up."

"What about sex?" a familiar smooth accented voice interrupted.

We both turned to see a groggy looking Loki that shifted into his mortal form Tom seamlessly, a hand combing through his short sandy curls and a lazy smile tugging at his lips upon setting his eyes on me. "Zari wants to know why you put up with me."

"Put up with? Why would it be a chore to be with you?"

"My thoughts exactly. See, Zari, it's not me, it's you," I taunted.

"Shut up and eat your damn pancakes," she demanded.

"So orange is for the pumpkins everyone picks and carves into what you then call Jacko Lanterns, black is for the night of the holiday and the darkness and death that comes after the season more or less, white is for the spirits free to roam about, what about purple, I know I've seen some of that mixed in as well as green," Loki commented while we raided some more tourist stores full of holiday goodies.

"Purple seems to come out more in kid friendly type decor or even dare I say glitsy stuff I'd rather not. Green's also a bit kiddish but it also goes with the monsters and other characters people tend to dress as for the occasion," I explained, sifting through the sweatshirts that all had Salem something or other on it.

"And what's the most common costumes?"

"Well I mean every year there's always a select group of costumes that's all the rage of that year, like maybe Tony did something wicked awesome the world knows about so everyone's gotta be Iron Man that year, but then there's also something for the girls that's excessively popular but at a certain age or older it's gotta be either slutty or some other form of sexy because that's society in a nutshell. Dudes can be anything but chicks are just breathing sex dolls."

"That's disgusting, why didn't you people let me destroy New York when I had the chance?"

"What do you mean 'you people'?" I asked suspiciously. "You know how I feel about that city."

Loki picked up a rather cute looking scarf that of course was green and wrapped it around his neck then turned to me. "What do you think?"

"Lay off the green or go back to your real form, you can't have it both ways, even I know that and I never go undercover."

He scowled at my logic as he had made a habit of by now but put it back all the same and chose an orange one with black skulls instead. "As a child then, to your knowledge and not society's, what were the most popular costumes of choice?"

"I think even before I came into existence, the classic ones were: witch, ghost, devil, clown, cat, skeleton...those ones at least. They were the easiest to make as well if you didn't have the money or time to buy one and the economy has always been shit. Oh and there was the Grim Reaper of course, how could I forget that?"

"That was your first costume, wasn't it?"

"Nah." I smiled. "I don't remember much before I died, no faces or names or anyone really but I do know I was a witch...glad I can remember that much of my childhood. Ghost was the absolute easiest fucking costume to make but witch was the bees knees for me."

"What made a ghost costume?"

"Oh just find any old white or offwhite bedsheet that didn't drag too much on the ground or you'd probably trip over it half the time you're trick or treating, cut two holes for your eyes, boom done, you're a ghost, I sheet you not."

"Zari warned me you were fond of bad jokes and puns, I found them amusing but now I'm sort of wary."

It was my turn to scowl at this, he seemed to enjoy my wordplay till she had to ruin it. "She and I are gonna have words later about that, ruining my fun when I just got here." I snagged a comfy looking black and orange hoodie with a cute witch pun on it to purchase and snagged Loki's scarf as well to pay myself despite his protests. "Shush, Zari gave us spending cash since we want to stay under the radar and cards will fuck us over that way."

"I know but I wanted to pay for it myself," he insisted.

"Listen, this city is all about my favorite holiday and said holiday only has one law, trick or treat and since you are the master of tricks here, if you want anything in this city, it'll be my treat."

He opened his mouth to argue a few times before deciding he wasn't going to win what I thought was a smooth as fuck reply that should also be bulletproof too. "Fine. Well played."

"Jolly good, and thanks, been known to happen. How long do you think we'll have before we're found by either party?"

"Stark will hopefully find us first, I'd rather not be locked up again, I'm sure you agree there. As to how long...a few days give or take with his resources. Worried, love?"

"Something occurred to me just now. While this is my turf and I'm nigh unstoppable here, I don't want the other agents coming here and sullying my slice of heaven or Valhalla in your case and that's what they'll do, they're a plague, spreading and destroying everything they come in contact with."

"I can understand that, that's what I felt with Asgard before it went down in flames. What would you have us do then?"

"I don't want them here, but I still need to sort out the traitors, there's gotta be more than the two I saw there at the base. I'm also tired of being targetted, that's the reason I left the country in the first place and literally the second I come back before I can even touch native soil, I'm back to being wanted by the wrong people. This country sucks."

"The Avengers have already tried many times to nip it in the bud as you Midgardians would say. I'm willing to bet there's several more hidden bases off the radar we won't be able to find ourselves unless they want us too."

"What are you saying?"

"We won't be able to rid them of the world unfortunately, they've been around since 1940s at least and don't plan on retiring despite their old age. Although...what did you say about getting rid of certain household arachnids earlier on?"

I blinked and wracked my memory, wondering where he was going with his musings before it dawned on me and a wide wicked grin spread across my face. "If you can't kill em, make em wish they never came in. What do you know, you can teach an old god new tricks."

His smirk from pulling a page out of my own book went back into an unamused though half hearted glare at my last bit. "You're lucky I don't know how to quit you."

And once more I was the one scowling again. "You wouldn't survive the withdrawals, I'm a fever you can't sweat out. Also, it's rude to spy on other people's conversations. That's classified information you don't have clearance for."

"I'm a god, I have clearance for everything, silly woman."

"Eventually that card will expire that you keep pulling," I muttered, tugging him out of the shop and onto another while pulling on my new hoodie.

Outside in the heart of Salem, the cobblestone streets were damn near packed like Mardi Gras in the South, street vendors everywhere, tourists and people that just bloody love the upcoming holiday getting it while it was there. The park across the street from all the chaos was busy with fair rides and games for the kiddos, fried dough, candy apples and fresh apple cider as fair food. This was my home, my heaven, if I died for good then and there, I'd regret nothing because I'd already be in heaven and there was no telling what kind of afterlife I was in for. The air was crisp and smelled of hay rides and apples and I couldn't remember a time I was more in love than I was then. I pulled Loki out of the crowded street and into a side alley between shops, grabbed him by his cute new scarf and snogged him passionately. Even in human form I couldn't get enough of him, would you blame me? He cupped the side of my face once we pulled away and studied me almost tenderly.

"This will be our place," he murmured. "Not Stark's, not the Avengers, not Hydra's. I've already watched one place I love go down in flames and I've already lost one woman I love fall before that even happened, I won't let either of which happen again, not while I'm still breathing. I swear it on my life. We can't let them near this but we can't run from them either, so we'll take the fight to them or die trying."

"Well, you might die, I'm already there but yes, I concur. First we enjoy our mini vacation, then we raise some hell and all the damned that comes with it. To mischief, to merriment, to manslaughter!"

#loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki romance #the avengers #hydra #necromancy #necromancer #nell the necromancer #loki x oc #loki x original female character #loki x nell #zombies

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ascottywrites · 4 years

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Best...Friends?

That Bad Friend Scott McCall tag really gets to me sometimes because even though the fandom kind of pushes it to an extreme, even before the whole Donovan and Theo business I can see how much of a suck-ass friend Scott could be. Like I don’t mean that friends should be up in each-others assholes during every given moment of the day but it is a horrible feeling to be cast aside like so much trash or easily forgotten and in cannon that happened more often than it should have for two people who call one another ‘family’.

And I know, extenuating circumstances, storytelling, ‘poor story telling’...yada yada, but I’m also a petty ass and sometimes I need to consume the distortion in the fandom to thrive.

**Also, lets be honest, sometimes the fanfiction is truer to the characters portrayed than the actual cannon. ijs

This whole post is also known as “I’m a petty asshole who lives in the south so doesn’t get enough opportunities to actually be a petty asshole.”

Anyway! On with the list! :

Steter:

On Edge by Bunnywest (Complete: 8/8| 23,707)

“What do you mean, Stiles is missing?” Peter demands, scowling at the phone. "Missing, Hale! Can you help find him or not?" The sheriff's voice cracks, and Peter can tell he's out of his mind with worry. Peter doesn't blame him.

In which Stiles gets bitten by a rogue alpha and bolts into the preserve, terrified and out of control. Peter's the one best qualified to find him, because Stiles is Peter's mate. Peter maybe hasn't quite gotten around to telling him that part yet, but Stiles is his, and he's damned if he's going to lose him to some feral alpha. He's going to find his boy, bring him home, and as for the rest? Well, Peter has a plan. It's Peter. He always has a plan.

pack of two by ScarSacrifices (one-shot| 1,735)

“You’ll be alright. No one can hurt you now,” Peter breathed out clutched the sobbing boy to his chest. Peter took a shaky breath and smoothed his hand down the boy’s hair making low shushing sounds as he did so. “Just listen to my heartbeat sweetheart, I’m here. You’re not alone,” he clutched him tighter, “not anymore.”

A Blowtorch? Really? by MysticMusic (Complete: 2/2| 4,757)

“He’s homicidal,” she sputtered.

“No, Allison. The witches are homicidal. He’s smart,” Stiles hissed, “and if you took your narcissistic head out of your ass for five minutes, you’d see something called self-preservation instincts. Seriously what the hell is wrong with you? A blowtorch? Really? How fucking stupid are you?”

Or, Stiles defends Peter when Allison attacks him with a blowtorch like a lunatic.

I'm Only Heard During the Silence Between My Screams by Irukashi_Narukib (wip: 42/?| 52,721)

Stiles thinks no one is listening, so he just... stops talking. It's just like that asshole Peter to refuse to take the hint.

Infinite Space by DiscontentedWinter (Complete: 13/13| 32,124)

Stiles needs Peter's expertise to help stop the latest threat to Beacon Hills. And, as the pack falls apart around him, he might even need Peter for more than that.

Black Fire by Green (one-shot| 10,934)

Deaton is all about the balance of the universe, about order. Stiles's new magic - gifted to him from the Nogitsune - is the complete opposite of that. Deaton calls Stiles's magic "dark" and seeks to imprison him in Eichen where he's no threat to the balance. Peter and Stiles go on the run - but they can't run forever.

The Only Sound by Elpie (Horribibble) (one-shot| 4,407)

Stiles becomes acutely aware of the weight and vibration of his voice in his throat. He knows what volume feels like, and understands the intricacies of modulating it through context clues. If his voice shakes at first, no one seems to notice much.

Except Peter.

What It Takes To Not Be Broken by Whispering_Sumire (one-shot| 17,410)

He's pretty sure Death is nipping at his heels at this point.

But he has to stay awake, has to keep Gerard away from Erica and Boyd, the two Betas still tied up with mountain ash and electricity on the other side of the room, and it looks like they're trying to scream through their duct-tape, still, but he can't hear it, not anymore.

The terrible, all-consuming, staticky silence had over taken him after about the third time Gerard's lackey- Ben, he thinks his name was- had stuck a military grade taser to his ear, a low enough voltage not to cause brain damage, he'd said, because the point of this was for him to talk.

[Or: The one where Stiles is kidnapped and tortured by Gerard, and his injuries lead to a complete loss of hearing, among other things.]

Sterek:

Something With a T by Futureworldruler (wip: 10/?| 22,723)

It started when Derek showed up at his house with a car full of plants.

Or Derek gets help, moves in with the Stilinskis, and slowly builds a new life for himself

Alpha, Mage, Pack by Foxfire2018 (wip: 36?/| 401,116)

Set at the end of Season 2. Stiles was kidnapped and tortured for hours. Yet no one came for him. Hurt and cast out of the pack by people he thought cared for him, what is he to do? He finds himself accompanied by someone he never expected and someone he is eternally grateful for. Derek feels betrayed and foolish for what he allowed to happen. Out of anger and hurt he forced a valuable member he really started to care for out of his pack. With the pack scattered and people hurt, what will come of them? Will they bond together again in time for the next big bad?

User Error by Poison_Love_Words (wip: 10/?| 37,767)

Given enough coffee and a few flirty texts from Mr.Bookish, Stiles could rule the world from his basement office at Triple S. That is until the day his best friend stabs him in the back for a pretty face and the (false) promise of fame and fortune.

Based on the Prompt: Omega Stiles is the real brain behind the up and coming tech company but Scott the public “face” starts to believe his own press and falls in with his new girlfriends bigoted family. He lets them talk him into kicking Stiles out of the company. And then Stiles gets revenge by going to work for the Hales.

I'll Bare My Back (If You Hold The Whip) by Kinkubus (wip: 5/?| 16,435)

After the fiasco with the Nogistune, which Allison barely survived, Stiles is pushed to the fringes of the pack. Alienated from his previous friends and abandoned by the Sheriff who can't deal with his broken son, Stiles slips further and further into a pit of despair. That is until he finds someone even more desperate than he is, and together they forge a bond that will revitalise both their lives and the lives of Scott's crumbling pack.

So this is my first fic and it's unbeta'd so any mistakes, please feel free to correct me. That being said, I have not paid attention to canon at all in this story. Allison lives. Gerard is dead, and so is Victoria but the Alpha pack hasn't arrived yet and to be honest the timeline is shot to pieces. Therefore please suspend your disbelief. This is primarily a story about Stiles fighting through all the odds to adopt the entire pack and cuddle them to death, whilst also feeding them healthy food because yes I know you've got werewolf metabolisms Peter but good eating habits are still important ok!

Choose! by Skeleton_Wolf (one-shot| 1,437)

Scott made him pick between his best friend and the pack that treats him like family. Is he really his best friend if he makes him pick? Can Stiles choose?

Thunderstorms & Polish Lullabies by Whispering_Sumire (one-shot| 10,057)

Boyd is there, hovering over his claws, Isaac looks devastated, Jennifer looks bewildered and concerned and horrified, Kali looks smug, the twins are carefully keeping their faces blank but they're playing along, and- Gods, he's really going to be forced to do this, isn't he? Pack, his Pack, the make-shift family he'd all but accidentally gathered is going to die by his hand, and even if it's forced, it'll still be his fault, for wanting them, for needing them, for biting them.

Loving them.

He wants to close his eyes but he owes Boyd more than that.

And then, abruptly, in this saturated technicolor still-picture moment of chaos and violence- the eye of the storm- the door to the loft crashes open. With the water and the metal and the force of it, the sound is almost guttural, and far too loud- even Kali seems startled.

[Or, the one where Stiles time-travels just in time to save Boyd and Derek from the Alphas, and manages to heal everyone, including himself, just a little in the process.]

The One You Choose by Livinginfictions (Complete: 7/7| 13,440)

Stiles hadn’t seen Scott in over a week, except for glances he caught during school hours.

Not Too Late to Learn by bubblessunshinedelight (wip: 20/?| 30,596)

After 14 years Stiles realizes Scott doesn't really know him.

or Scott finds out Derek and Stiles are dating and is a dick about it...for a while.

You Belong with Me by halcyon1993 (Complete: 4/4| 19,656)

Derek is tired of watching Stiles get treated like crap by his so-called friends. When both the Hale Pack and the McCall Pack end up in the same nightclub, Derek decides it's finally time to convince Stiles that he'd be better off with him as his Alpha.

That thin line between right or wrong by orphan_account (Complete: 7/7| 15,718)

An AU based on the Donovan-storyline from Season 5A. After Stiles is attacked at the library and accidentally kills Donovan, he’s in shock, panics and runs. Hurt, confused, ridden with guilt and depressed, he wonders how it ever came to this point where nothing will ever feel right again. So, he decides to call the one man who knows won’t judge him. But will Derek arrive on time to save Stiles’ life?

This story basically alternates from most of Season 5, ignoring the rest of the series. Since I hated what they did with Stiles’ character after Donovan’s attack, I decided to change it all. This story is completely written from Stiles’ POV.

A Heavy Price by Estellestafford (one-shot| 4,202)

Every Emissary wants to work for the Hale Pack, Stiles just wanted to be Scott's but then Allison happened to get some magic so that was out the window and now he finds himself in office with some hot guy offering to make him an Emissary in exchange for fulfilling his desires.

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (Complete: 45/45| 66,227)

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (Complete: 28/28| 36,329)

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

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darkhymns-fic · 4 years

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You had it coming

"Useless boy, newly-turned eighteen, with barely a gald to his name now, and all he had left was a Stain over his heart. Not even broken, but diseased."

Fandom: Tales of Crestoria Characters/Pairing: Aegis Alver/Vicious, Aegis Alver/Queen Rebecca Rating: M Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: Warning for mentions of trauma, suicidal thoughts, and some dubious consent. Basically, Aegis is not having a good time.

It is said that a knight must protect his lady. But Aegis simply listened as best as he could.

And besides, she was not his lady.

The Queen could not leave her chambers for very long, even if it was with Aegis, so proper and upright. For he was the very same knight who trained so early in the morning, his spear work unparalleled to many except for the curved sword of Leon’s. But even the palace could get cold and dark, filled with guards who went lax in their duty, and whom Aegis would not reprimand until the very next day. Although lately, that had barely been an issue.

“You will listen to me blather the whole night through?” she had asked once. She had been seated at a small dining table, placed near one of the great stained-glass windows of a small library that she regularly visited. Its depiction of Kasque refracted moonlight through its panels, making it difficult on one to stare at it for very long. Perhaps that had been its very intent.

“I will do whatever it is that you ask of me, Your Highness,” Aegis said, standing at guard, one hand clenched into a fist as he kept it level with his chest, just right over his heart. “If you need to speak whatever is on your mind, I will lend you my very ear.”

“Ah, but Aegis,” she said, and he heard the shifting of her dress. Heavy and laden with jewelries that her king had bestowed her, some of them on the very day that he had made his proposal. “You listen, yet, you will not meet my eye.”

He swallowed. For he was turned away, standing guard as he stared at the door that led to the library’s exit.

“I simply do not wish to disgrace you.” He bowed – not at her, of course, with the direction he was still facing. “I understand it can be painful for one to share their grief like this. As a knight, I will not be privy to your tears, for they are yours and yours alone.”

The sigh could be heard so well in the quiet, the space around them so wide. “And yet… have I ever asked you to turn away?”

At that moment, he did not know what to say. His arm aching as he kept his pose, he stared straight ahead, into the stone walls and the door, its iron handle glinting from the light within the room.

The tales she would tell him of her old home, in the outskirts of Medegal, where the seasons could be so much harsher than in the city with its walls. Aegis had already heard her speak of the crops she had helped grow, the way the dirt would bury within her fingernails, working on her family’s farm. Aegis had not seen her when she first appeared at the palace, but it was said, through whispers and frantic gossip that Aegis immediately punished anyone for spreading, that she had still been wearing her brown smock from working in the fields, her burnished hair in disarray, but her eyes as bright as the many rings the King wore.

Aegis had only seen her as his proper Queen, a woman who occasionally missed her home, even if it was in the poorer stretches of the kingdom.

“It is not proper,” he simply said. After all his training, his studying, his devotion, he should know something as simple and straightforward as this.

There were times that he had heard her weep, and it was at such times he would do all he could to keep his fight-or-flight responses down. How shameful it would be of him to leave her at her most vulnerable!

Thankfully, she was not weeping now. But… again, that soft sigh that pulled through the night.

“As your Queen, Sir Alver, I could order you to look at me, through times like these.” There was a sternness to her tone. It was very becoming of her, he thought. “That it would be your knightly duty to help comfort me as proper, when your Queen suffers.”

Of course that was true. Aegis cleared her throat, his polished shoes shifting on the marble floor. “I apologize, Your Highness. Then I will simply-”

“But I am not asking as your Queen, Aegis,” she whispered, stopping him in mid-turn. “I am asking as your friend.”

The doubt festered in him like stage-fright. He tried to not let it leak through his voice. “But, our stations…”

“And all this time, I have called you by your name!” She laughed, and it was then he was weak and finally turned to her. His Queen was still seated, hands placed on her lap, one curled over the other. Stained glass around her, the moonlight making it shimmer, so much so that she didn’t even seem real for that one moment.

Aegis could believe those who could not understand her beauty, how it must have shone through the mud and grime on her first day in Medegal.

“Could you humor me, dear Aegis, and call me by my own?”

Queen Rebecca would not blame him when he stated he must be at his knights’ quarters, before the hour ran too late. She would not blame him when he delegated another trusted soldier to walk her back to her chambers, separate from the King’s.

She would not blame her knight for anything.

These sinners had their very own Nation, and all that they would do was fish, cook, and mend their wooden boardwalks that extended over the tempestuous river that they had made their home.

Aegis was not the only one to be shocked.

“And you all call yourselves transgressors?!” Vicious had kicked away at a crate full of dead fish, the stink carried heavily in the wind that brought it straight to Aegis’ nose, even as far away as he was. He covered his mouth while a man went to the cargo and tried to retrieve before some flopped straight back into the river.

“Hey! What’s your problem?! This is dinner for tonight!”

“Unless those are man-eating piranhas, you shouldn’t be wasting your time with it!” Vicious scoffed, glaring at the man as if he had personally just knifed him in the chest without even a warning. No one had ever looked so out of place than he did, even in a city full of what was supposed to be his fellow ne’er do wells. Black hair, streaked with red, seemed to rush from his head like fast-moving tar. “What were you even guilty of? Sitting your ass on the toilet too long before your wife called the Enforcers on ya?”

“The hell? I don’t even have a wife!”

“Blah blah, whatever.” The Great Transgressor gave a great sigh, as if it pulled down his very bones to sink into the water. “I feel too depressed to even drink.”

Aegis just wanted to be away from it all. To be sitting in a den full of transgressors who had evaded punishment, to have had to disobey his very oath as a knight, to his king and to his-

A sharp pain in his chest. I can’t think back to that.

Seated near the edge of a stall, seemingly abandoned, Aegis had evaded much of Kanata’s frustrating attempts at being so-called comrades and was even grateful to the clearly deranged girl he was with to drag him away. He had no escape, unless he could merely just swim out of here, but he knew it would be no easy feat, not with whatever means they had done to get into the Nation of Sin in the first place.

He shifted back, heard the clinking of glass suddenly. He turned to find a crate full of colored bottles. Alcohol? Does this so-called Nation also have a brewery? Such petty sins would indeed make sense to them. He only reached forward to see just what exact quality it contained-

“Hey! Gimme that!” Vicious knocked Aegis roughly aside to the boardwalk, snatching the bottle from his head. “Hehehe, finally!”

“E-Excuse me!” Aegis shouted, his balance completely ruined as he struggled to at least sit back up with some form of decorum.

“What? You wantin’ some, knighty boy?” Vicious grinned, shaking the bottle by its neck at Aegis. “That’s not against your moral code? Actually, you even old enough?” A cackle. “Either way, I get first sips.”

“That is not the issue!” Although, drinking alcohol so ruthlessly, without any regard to responsibility, was an issue all on its own, but that wasn’t the point!

The Great Transgressor took a swig, head back, one hand on his bare hip. It was like he showed off that Stain of Guilt of his so gleefully, imprinted over his navel and carved deep into the flesh like a brand.

When it came to transgressors, this was what Aegis pictured. One who showed no remorse, no sympathy, and paraded around their sins like a banner. Nothing like the people who lived here, their own brands like unassuming tattoos.

Meanwhile, Aegis’ own still burned underneath his vest. To think he could be in the same category as-

Vicious grimaced just then, followed by a sputter straight into Aegis’ face who took the frontal assault of the spray of alcohol that the Great Trangressor spat out. “Ugh! This stuff’s weak!”

“Y-You-! How could you-?!” Aegis stuttered, wiping away at his brow in pure disgust.

Vicious glanced to the ex-knight. “Oh, still here?” A low laugh that traveled through the chest. “If you wanted to share, you should have just said! You can have the rest of it. Seems perfect for your type.” He tossed the bottle at him with all the effort of a bored bartender.

Aegis only barely caught it in time, tipping up the head accidentally to have it soak through his uniform. “I, I didn’t want this!”

“No need to thank me!” Vicious grinned before bending down, hands at his hips. That searing grin, too close, and Aegis once again lost his composure and flinched back. “But if you’re gonna drink your sorrows away for lost love, you should just get it over with.”

Aegis was silent, only hearing the swaying of the water at the docks, thick and overbearing. A fist tightened over the bottle.

“Ah, not gonna admit it still? Fine, fine.” From how close he was, his Stain of Guilt continued to burn within the sunlight. It was hard to look away, despite the disgust building within Aegis like a sickness. That was what it was. That was it. “You’d probably fit in with the rest of these nobodies then. Such a pisswater place…”

“I am not…one of them,” Aegis blurted out, but with hesitance still. And…yet…

The smile on Vicious was stinging, not like a dagger, but something worse. It could still draw so much blood all the same. “That’s not what the good people think,” he said. He lifted up his hand, thumb and forefinger out as he pointed it at Aegis’ face. “Show them a different angle, and they turn on you faster than you can fucking blink.”

Aegis was not sure why Vicious was talking with him, or why he was letting him be this close. Still, the water sloshed beneath them, rushing against the wood of the docks. “And that is the same with you?” he challenged. “Your reputation isn’t deserved?”

“Ha! Nah, it’s deserved very much. But you know, people still don’t get things right, and that gets a little frustrating after a few years.” Vicious’ grin was just a permanent fixture on his face, like a crack made within stone. “People are still fucking cowards in the end, but you know that.”

It didn’t mean anything, and it shouldn’t have set something awful in Aegis’ throat, the bottle still held in his hand. But before he could say anything back, Vicious stood up, already giving a wave.

“See ya! Make sure to take in slow sips. Don’t wanna get those hiccups.” And the darkness that was him moved, but still Aegis kept feeling the shadows shift.

Still, he couldn’t escape it.

The Queen had specifically requested for him, he was told.

“She sounded distressed,” spoke one of his knights, head slightly inclined, his eyes half-covered by the helm he wore. Many of his men were obedient, letting little sway them, but he could admit that at times, it unnerved him, that obediency. But that only meant he had more to learn and strive for.

“I will go to her then,” he reassured. After traveling to the palace, passing underneath the painted windows, Kasque looking down on all, Aegis was soon at the door to the Queen’s chambers. Plush carpet of the hallways softened his footsteps, but the occasional clang of his spear echoed within the confined space.

“Aegis…” he heard his Queen call out, before he had even knocked and announced himself.

“I apologize, Your Highness. I hope I haven’t frightened you. I heard you have been unwell?” Aegis cleared his throat, the hallways particularly dark as he set his spear against the wall.

“Please…help me…”

The voice was weak and pleading. The disturbance moved him to further action. “Your Highness!” Just a moment of hesitance before he reached for the handle to the door, pushing inward. Already unlocked, he noted. The room inside was so dark. What if the Queen had been attacked? Was her intruder still here? “Are you injured? Hold on!"

He moved fast and impulsively, nearly tripping over a bundle of clothes from what he could see in the hallway light. But there was no body within them...

“Aegis.” Always calling him by his name, despite their stations. Her voice was nearer. He raised his head.

They said that the Queen’s beauty was unparalleled, for that is why the King had sought her. Raised in mud and toil, she would no longer be held down by such lowly things anymore. The King had raised her up so that she could be more befitting a role that fit her appearances.

Aegis’ eyes adjusted to the dark to find the Queen standing before him, her form completely bare. She no longer even wore her crown, her hair falling along her shoulders in waves, as dark as the earth she must have dug through for her family’s farm.

He had no idea what was happening.

“Your…Highness?”

She shook her head, a rapturous smile on her face. “Please… even now… you won’t call me by my name?”

He did not understand. His mouth was as dry as the summer air outside.

“I suppose it is hard to break old habits…” She walked forward. By then his eyes continued to betray him, roaming across a form that only the King should be allowed to witness. “Aegis…” her whisper, sliding through his head.

When she reached out for him, a hand brushing against his immaculate vest, trying to unearth a button from its clasp, it was like a spell had been broken. So close, she seemed as unreal as the figure in the palace’s stained-glass windows.

“Your Highness!” he shouted, taking a step back. He had nearly tripped over the clothes ( her clothes?! ) that still lay in a heap on a floor, like discarded rubble decorated in golden filigree. “Wh- I-I don’t… You’re not dressed!”

A curious look passed through her eyes. Still, the hallway light just barely touched her, gliding over thighs and the shadow of breasts. “Yes… It is for you, Aegis.”

“I don’t-! You…are not well. A…. a doctor, I will get a doctor-” And as Aegis turned, he felt a hand, like steel, root him to the floor.

“Why? Why do you still refuse me? You desire me, don’t you?”

His shivering was enough to send his breathing into erratic patterns. He could barely think. “Your Highness, you are unwell.” And like a fool, he faced her again, met with eyes that felt so sharp. He instinctively covered his vision orb with his free hand, shutting it away as best he could. “You are distraught… You are not yourself-”

“I am more myself than I have ever been!” Her voice was raised, just enough to stun him, to let her continue. “Why don’t you let yourself do the same?” Another step forward. Her other hand reaching to stroke his cheek, his hair.

Still, he could only say, “Your Highness…”

“Even now, I can tell you want me. Please, Aegis. Please, look at me…”

She was going to kiss him.

The panic took hold of his body like a parasite. He gripped her shoulder and shoved her back, just enough so that he could breathe. “Your Highness, I’m sorry, you are unwell, I’m…”

He was not brave enough. He rushed out of her chambers and slammed shut the door. The spear he had left to stand by the right wall waited for him.

Hands clenched around its smooth surface. He would not be privy to her weeping.

When Aegis had weathered through grueling tests for the knighthood, his parent’s gald that he carried to Medegal quickly running dry, he knew that to waste such effort and possibility would be the greatest tragedy. It quickly became about focus, about drive, about morality.

He had let her die right in front of him.

The Enforcer was not human, a being cloaked in white, hood covering a face that did not exist. He could feel the thrum of energy that made up its existence. The people cried out for justice, and thus an Enforcer was born, ready to carry out its one sole purpose. Even so, Aegis tried to look into its face, tried to see if it held anything else within it.

He heard the rapid footsteps of the man he had saved, moving away. Aegis lowered his spear. It felt too heavy, along with the Stain of Guilt on his chest. “Just do it,” he muttered, knowing the Enforcer would not hear him. It would not need to. It would do what it was meant to do, pushed on by the will of the people. They wanted him to die.

The gunshot had felt like it had been right next to his head, blasting his eardrum, making his head ring. The Enforcer’s cloak billowed, light streaming, a cry that was once again not human, leaking into the air.

“You just gonna continue being dead weight?”

Aegis was clutching his left ear, glaring at Vicious. But the Great Transgressor wasn’t smiling now. The expression was foreign on someone like this, who was boisterous and reveled greatly in his heinous existence. One of his strange weapons was slung over his right shoulder, finger just hovering over the trigger.

“Should have left you back in those tunnels if that were the case, eh, big-shot knight?”

His headache was already dimming, but his anger was mounting. With a growl, Aegis grabbed what he could of Vicious’ collar. But the man barely wore anything that made sense, so his fingers grasped at sweaty skin and tangled black hair, and only got enough of whatever made up the other’s coat. Only then did the hint of a smirk appear back on Vicious, suspect and calculating.

“You had no right to do that!” He shouted too loudly, so much it scratched the back of his throat. “You don’t get to decide!”

“You types shouldn’t get to decide for others either, yet here we are… Bit of a tragedy, isn’t it?” Vicious tapped the edge of his gun to Aegis’ chin, lifting it, the upturned bit of it pricking his skin. He could feel the heat from it, still brimming with whatever ammo was used for its chamber. “I told ya to drink your sorrows away. Not to let it eat you up inside until there’s nothing left.”

“You don’t know. ” Aegis could still feel the warmth of her blood in his hands. It didn’t help that Vicious was warm too, the heat radiating off him like a bonfire. The laughter that had rung out before, followed by terrible bangs in the air that sent off each heartbeat in Aegis shuddering. “I have no more purpose…Not after that.”

He swallowed, feeling the solidness of the gun, how it pointed directly to his throat. He nearly wished Vicious would just shoot him right here and get it over with. Let it be over.

“Your purpose is what you choose, you fucking idiot.” The guns dissolved into red mist, taking away its hint of a promise. Aegis gritted his teeth. “You wanna own your sin? Make something of it worthwhile? Or let it own you and die without even a struggle?”

Aegis didn’t know how to answer. His fingers still kept their grip on Vicious’ collar, or his neck, his hair. He wasn’t sure. But whatever had made him rush to save everyone living here, it wasn’t something he could ignore, even with the pain.

Vicious finally grinned, inclining his head just a few inches. “Or is this your way of wanting to kiss me?”

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on his head. “Wh- I’m not-!” Aegis immediately let go of Vicious, who only cackled. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Hey, I didn’t hear a 'no' there,” and more laughter spilled through Vicious’ words. It was infuriating, even as something else morphed into his hands. Something red but chaotic, it moved like something living, erratic in its pace. Not like the Enforcer’s light that simply pulsed like an electrical lamp. “But if you wanna have fun, now’s not the time. You gotta own up to what you are. No escaping that.” A sharp grin. “Believe me.”

Even through everything, Aegis felt the drive in him to protect. But you didn’t protect her, came the thought, dark and all around him. Or was that just Vicious, close to him again, his sin engulfing all who stood too close.

Aegis couldn’t remember agreeing, but he must have, for whatever Vicious stabbed through him shifted through his blood. It set fire to his heart, where the Stain hovered over, despite all that he could do to cover it up.

And as Vicious let whatever manifestation of sin rush through him, Aegis couldn’t help but think that this must have been what Rebecca had felt, her eyes fixated on him as the sword came down.

Why was pain the only thing that connected them both?

“I must apologize to you, Sir Alver.”

Aegis was part of a retinue with the Queen, their march echoing across the stone streets of Medegal. “I’m afraid I do not know what you mean, Your Highness. We are only a little further until the capital building.”

The knights of the retinue didn’t physically respond to the Queen’s question. They didn’t respond to much of anything. Perfect soldiers, obedient to a fault. Aegis would quell down his uneasiness. As long as they did their job of protecting her, professing their loyalty to the end, it did not matter.

Still, he saw the Queen’s uneasiness, but he had to keep his gaze forward. Looking back, he would be assaulted with images he had no right of knowing.

“I was not acting proper with you. It is just,” she said before she took a pause. The circle of guards were around them both, but they felt so far away, as if they were simply a wall of armor. “Perhaps I had misjudged?”

Aegis felt the panic begin to seep through. Why here? Why now? Did she not understand where they both were? “It is through no fault of your own.” He saw the citadel of the building once they turned a corner. “This way.”

“But you have always looked at me, Aegis. Is it not what you want?”

Her words made his heart stop, despite the lively throng of city folk around them. He was a frightened animal trapped within a corner, with a hot torch being held to his face. He couldn’t face this. “Your Highness-“

“Stop running away from your feelings!”

He finally turned and-

-she was on the ground. The sword was lodged into her stomach, one of her loyal knights standing over her with a blank expression on his face, eyes hidden away by the void of his helmet.

Her crown was scattered to the other side, pushed against the wall of the tunnels. Dark here except for the torches that lined the way. The air was musty, kept within for years, of dust, of cobwebs. He couldn’t breathe.

The spear he held was dangled in his hand, useless.

“Aegis…please tell me…”

He tried to rush to her side, but a hand stopped him. It was hard and powerful, and the fingers dug into his skin like knives. He only barely stopped himself from crying out.

“Stop. There’s nothing you can do for her now.”

Vicious, rooting him to the ground, keeping him upright. He was so close to falling.

The hand kept him away from the blood that seeped across the floor like a vastly-forming ocean. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t free himself from that grip. (Or are you just not trying hard enough? You never wanted to touch her anyway) . Aegis could only watch the Queen’s skin turn pale, such stark contrast to the dark blood around her.

(Even now, you can’t even say her name?)

Useless boy, newly-turned eighteen, with barely a gald to his name now, and all he had left was a Stain over his heart. Not even broken, but diseased.

“Aegis, slow down!”

Kanata’s whining voice had a tendency to pierce right through, but the knight only continued marching forward. There was already a storm brewing up, and while that might be to their advantage to keep any future Enforcers coming their way, it was best not to take chances. Sinners didn’t get to avoid justice forever, as what had been demonstrated quite vividly back in the Nation of Sin.

He couldn’t save the people there either.

“How you have been able to elude anyone for this long, I’ll never understand,” he shot back. Kanata and Misella were still quite a ways off, with Vicious trailing along. He was always behind them now, like a long and snaking shadow, and Aegis hated how his own eyes always traveled there. It shouldn’t have mattered. The only way was forward if he wasn’t allowed to die.

Aegis didn’t slow, walking more as the thunder rumbled overhead.

“Come on!” Kanata whined again. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught the boy trying to brush his bangs out of his eyes. “Meatkyu can’t even keep up!”

Somehow, it was the mention of the little animal that made him pause. The clouds above him broiled endlessly, endlessly. Aegis clenched his fists, stopping. Just like that, the little animal had skittered right up to his boot, mewling pitifully.

All that they had left, with a name brought on by a young girl’s voracious hunger. He sighed. “We’d need shelter if we’re stopping.”

“Nah, just go lie underneath a tree or something.” And like a ghost, Vicious was right next to him, laying an elbow on his shoulder as if he was a piece of furniture. The way he leaned against him, the way he smiled, a wolf in wolf’s clothing. “Really gets ya in touch with your animal side, right? That’s what me and the kids have been doing.”

“And we’d get splinters every night,” spoke Misella in a monotone, while Kanata tried to calm down little Meatkyu with occasional petting.

“Just burn ‘em up! Shouldn’t have to tell ya.”

Aegis took a step away, leaving Vicious’ side, not wanting it. He. Did. Not. Want. It. “I don’t care what any of you decide,” he said. “Do what you want.”

“Hey, knighty boy! Forget you’re one of us? Or did you leave your Blood Sin behind?”

Aegis didn’t answer. He wouldn’t just leave them completely, not when he was stuck, not when he was cast into the role of sinner, of transgressor, of the man who couldn’t even do his one simple task. He only went off to the side, all as the storm continued to build up, the scent of rain in the air.

His chest ached, just over his heart. Did each pulse set the Stain on him shining? He clutched at the vest, wanting to wrench it off. But then he’d have nothing else. Still, his hand remained.

Ever since then, this was all he felt.

He wasn’t sure how far he walked, or if the others wondered where he left to. It was hard to care, even after getting rid of their Enforcers. It was only temporary anyway. They’d be coming after them again, and with the Nation gone, they had no safety at all.

The thunder snapped above him, and Aegis flinched, feeling just the hint of raindrops over his hair.

“Afraid of loud noises?”

The voice made his heart jump (diseased, worthless, but not broken) , made him turn to find the so-called Great Transgressor near him. So close that he hadn’t heard his footsteps, but maybe because of the storm.

“I’m not,” he said, realizing his mistake in even answering such a question. He could see it in the way Vicious smiled at him, enough to get his face hot in embarrassment. “What are you doing here?”

“Making sure you don’t, oh, accidentally trip your neck into a makeshift noose around here. Happens all the time in these types of places.” Vicious shook his head, tsked so gently at the very concept. “Gotta watch over you kids.”

“Don’t call me a child!” Aegis shouted, and he hadn’t meant to. But the storm was getting louder, the rain pouring harder. He was only trying to be heard. “I don’t need any of your help.”

“Heh, interesting, since you’ve been needing it since we’ve met.”

Aegis gritted his teeth. The best decision would have been to turn and leave, but no, he had to walk up to Vicious, had to face him again, despite the other’s taller stature. The rain continued to fall, damping that black hair, stitched with red in-between, to fall over his shoulders like a shroud.

“Then don’t help me next time! I’ve done fine without you – without any of you! And if you hadn’t been in the city, none of this would have even happened. And Rebecca would have-”

He stopped. The name felt so strange on his tongue, like it wasn’t meant to be held there.

Vicious kept his smile, but it turned unkind, more so as he moved in closer. “Say that again.”

Aegis was tempted to take a step back, but that would be admitting something weak in him, even if he already was. He knew he was weak. “She would have still been alive if….”

A black-gloved hand took his chin. He expected to see a gun pointed at him the very next second, hear the soft hiss of it being summoned from Vicious’ own Blood Sin. The red would engulf his vision, and the last thing he’d see was Vicious’ smile, so close, so close.

“Listen, kid, I thought we been over this. I'm not dealing with you and your knights’ little power trips of passing off the blame to the innocent ones, poor little shits that don't know any better. Lucky for you, I ain’t either of those. Still, it’d be kinder if you just stabbed me in the chest instead of trying to push off your guilt onto mine.” The grin looked ready to bite his face off. “I asked you if you were gonna own your sin… So are you gonna add lying to your pretty sin list?”

Aegis was shaking, and the Stain over his heart kept burning. He wondered if his skin would be charred after this, yet the rain kept falling, kept the fires down. “You stopped me from going to her!”

A raised eyebrow. “Only after she was dead.” Closer, and somehow that scent of blood was everywhere. It was inescapable. “Right?”

He didn’t want to think on that, he didn’t want, but the hand on his chin held him so tight, made him raise his head to the sky, made the raindrops sting his eyes.

“Let me take a quick fucking guess, you don’t even know if you cared about that woman, did you? Maybe you were using her? Is that it? Using her to make yourself feel all good and righteous and oh so full of justice, because that’s what all you knight-types are. You get off on feeling you’re doing good for everyone while you throw some poor sap to the Enforcers just to get eaten alive. Am I getting it?”

“Stop it,” Aegis was pleading, but Vicious kept holding onto him, kept talking.

“The funny thing about all this, you couldn’t even lie to her, huh? Not even a little bit! Oh, but you can lie about everything else!”

Vicious shoved the other into a tree. His clothes scraped against the bark, but still he kept his gaze forward, into that smile, that smile. “You can lie to the big bad Transgressor for ruining your life, and to yourself for having to deal with all of this. But you couldn’t lie to her for one little second until after she passed on. Cruel bastard.”

Another shift back, Aegis feeling the tree now brushing against his scalp. “Now, if it was me, I’d have given her roses to lay on her deathbed, held her hand ‘till the end, all that romantic crap. Poor woman probably never got half as much.” Narrowed eyes, so sharp. “Or, ya know, I’d just not let her die in the first place-”

Aegis couldn’t see any more, not when he grabbed Vicious’ wrist, wrenched it forwards to bring him close. He tasted salt, and that was all he could taste at first when he clumsily pressed his lips to the other's. Something choked left his throat, but it was drowned out by the thunder. No one could hear him.

He barely left, catching his breath, before Vicious took over again, giddy laughter spilling from him. “Haha, so that’s what you’re into!” And then it was Vicious taking his mouth this time, and it was as searing as the sin he had plunged straight into his heart. It made him writhe, made him nearly scream every horrid thing against his teeth and tongue. He could feel the grin over his lips, followed by something that just took.

Please, look at me, came the words, and he drowned in it. The rain that fell down too hard, that rushed down his neck, that he could taste between their lips as a tongue moved so deeply through him.

“I’m n-not…like…” he stuttered out, falling back against the tree. It hurt. The kiss bit into him and he only opened his mouth for more of it.

Vicious lived up to his name, at least with the way he touched Aegis, the fingers still biting deep into his chin. Once Aegis’ knees felt weak, letting him slide down the tree, Vicious was over him, leaving him no room to move or breathe, but it wasn’t like he deserved that, now did he?

“You gonna lie about this too?” Vicious challenged, running a tongue over his lips. Voice low, enough to send something shivering through one’s spine but only if they were this close. “I’ll take whatever lies you have left and give it back.”

“What do you even mean by-” Aegis started before there was another kiss, and he wondered then if Vicious would kill him just then. Could he just do it, could he just get rid of this pain except it was only making it worse, kissing him was making it worse and yet Aegis couldn’t stop wanting it. He reached out with his other hand to grip Vicious’ waist, and once again he could barely grasp the coat. Only skin, drenched by the rain.

At some point, he more or less laid on the ground, with the mud coating his once immaculate vest, and Vicious was over him, still holding his chin, still kissing him so hard, and then Aegis felt something press just between his legs. It made him arch up, and only a brief glance caught a knee that was now nudged there, pressing so insistently that only served to confuse Aegis on why it felt this good. Not when everything else burned.

“What is it?” Vicious breathed, and the rain stuck his black hair to his cheeks. It made Aegis stare, captivated, even as part of him knew he should turn away. “Perfect knight, and you never done this before?”

At that, some brief anger. He gripped the waist harder, pulling him down. “I know enough!”

“Oh, so you wanna show me?” And Aegis tried to shut that out, tried to just get lost in whatever this was. If kissing Vicious could just pull him away from himself for even a brief second, if just grinding against him like an animal would do anything at all to make him forget, just make him forget, but her blood was everywhere , but he didn’t mean for it to be his fault. He could have just run away like she asked. But I had never thought that, or had he? Or was he too stupid to think it beyond anything else?

Vicious was moving so close, his mouth leaving trails of heat that soon pressed into his neck. Teeth that bit into skin and it hurt, but it was different at least. Even as the Stain of Guilt over his chest continued to pulse, faster, as if on a rush of adrenaline.

“Go ahead, knight. Show me already.” The knee Aegis moved against stayed in place. He heard Vicious chuckle. “Unless this is how you like it, when I’m not even doing much.”

But, Vicious was doing this. He was, he can’t lie to him. Aegis shut his eyes and tried to kiss Vicious again, furious in his action, a cracked moan leaving him. The ground felt so damp and slippery, but something within him was feeling too hot to ignore or care, and if he could just get to that place, if he could just get it over with…

“You trying to forget?” said Vicious, finally letting go of his chin, but now to press his palm over Aegis’ chest, to the place where it still burned inside him so much. “You still won’t own it.”

“Gh!” Aegis felt something shaking, even if Vicious wasn’t doing much like he said, but it can’t just be me. Then when something released, making him hot, weighing down his limbs, all as he kept moving against Aegis’ knee until his body shuddered with the unfamiliar, he thought, I’m not like this.

In that space where his mind hit a blank, when he tried searching for Vicious’ mouth once more, it all happened too much. Not like this, Aegis, Aegis, Aegis at least tell me you love me even if it’s a lie could you just do that-

In the midst of everything, Aegis pushed Vicious off, letting the rain hit his face. He scrambled back against the tree to lay against. His fingers dug through his hair, grabbing onto what they could.

The pain only felt so much worse.

“Go away!” he shouted, even as he heard Vicious get to his feet. He dared a glance, finding the other already turned away. He barely had a stain on his clothes, the raindrops pattered against his black coat, making it shine.

“Not complaining if you need something to use,” Vicious said. He couldn’t understand that tone. He couldn’t even picture what kind of face Vicious was pulling right now. “But you still need to own to what you did.”

Aegis turned away, gritting his teeth so hard he thought they would break. “Shut up.”

The laughter that followed was almost welcoming. “Well! Can’t say I tried.” He heard him walk away this time, when before he had heard no one come forward at all. “Don’t get lost out here, knight.”

It didn’t matter. He didn’t care. He only hoped the rain would wash everything away. He only hoped that-

Even if it’s just a lie, please-

Aegis stared upwards, and still the rain could soothe nothing in his head. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..”

If the other words stalled in his throat, if they were even there to begin with, he still had no way of knowing. Yet he told her, a knight’s every word is a promise.

He never meant to act so kind.

#tales of crestoria #aegis alver #vicious #queen rebecca #fanfiction

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wornoutmouse · 4 years

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Illumi x black reader ch 3

Reminder that this will all be posted on ao3 @ kachansmassivetiddies as well

It was the next day when Illumi came home and all night you had to force yourself to ignore the phone calls that came throughout the night. "Y/N I brought you breakfast." you could vaguely hear the monotone voice through your sleepy state. Sitting up you wipe your eyes and look around the room before finally taking in the food in front of you. You blink slowly as you take in the large egg in front of you. It was about 2 feet tall and larger than your own head with speckled spots all around it. "Illumi what the hell is this?" Illumi blinked at you, "A boiled egg, I heard it is popular among you people." he replies, taking out a spoon and whacking the top of the egg at light speed. All at once, the egg was made up of cracks before they all fell lightly around the egg itself.

You have to close your eyes and take deep breaths in order to keep in the laughter threatening to exit your lips.

You silently prayed that someone, anyone would come to get you from this nightmare.

“It is understandable Illumi, I’m sure she would be more comfortable with her husband present during the examination.” You tapped your foot faster, getting anxious at the words 'examination.'

#black y/n #blackreader #illumi zoldyck #illumi #illumi x reader #hunter x 2011 #hunter x hunter

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eeveemasters · 4 years

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hey, all you lovely people! full disclosure i talk a lot and i have thought about this character thoroughly when you look under that read more... oh boy... just a heads up. anywho... guess i’m the last here i see, well, that’s typical. I’m late to literally everything, although this time I do have a good excuse. i’d tell you what it is but you don’t really wanna read about me gettin’ it in all weekend and drew is my bro -like literally. we share blood. we came outta the same womb. 26 hours of labor. 19 minutes apart. our poor mother- so he def doesn’t wanna read about it and that is a swill of information about me before ya even know my name which says a lot, doesn’t it? inst-y-ways, I’m maddie and I’m Jewish, you’ll figure out why i’m putting that out there now. also hello again. i hope y’all are ready to get this party started, cause this is where it’s at! look below & hit that read more and I will tell you all about my baby girl, Eevee.

TW: DEATH, DEPRESSION, STALKER, MURDER, KIDNAPPING

★ ━ ( candice patton, cis-female, she/her ) ━ ★ just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me. The person you’re lookin’ for is EVELYN LUCIA MASTERS. also known as EEVEE. Last I heard she was born on APRIL 7TH, 1988 in SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS, but she’s been livin’ in RICHMOND, for about EIGHT MONTHS. Word around the districts is, this doll, EEVEE can be VENGEFUL, SELF-RIGHTEOUS, & A KNOW-IT-ALL, but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that she’s RESILIENT, CHARISMATIC, & ENERGETIC. I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though. the last thing ya need to know is that she works as an A-LIST ACTRESS & CO-OWNER OF EXCALIBUR COMICS. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. ━ ( ooc: maddie, pst, 28, she/her )

Evelyn Lucia Masters.

the irony of her name is that it means “wished for child”

she was definitely not.

hence why she goes by...

Eevee.

Yes, like the Pokemon.

No, it’s not a stage name or a gimmick.

She legally changed her name.

It’s on her credit card. ( so are kittens! )

Born in San Antonio Texas.

Jewish, Bisexual & Very Proud.

Collette Rivers

Her mother.

One of the first and few Black, Soap Opera stars.

Had a wildly popular sitcom for a hot minute.

Career was on fire in the 80′s & 90′s.

Transitioned to clothing designer and eventually a reality tv real housewife when she couldn’t get jobs anymore.

Joseph Masters.

Her Father.

a former actor

was very well known for CSI.

was on broadway.

became a sought after director.

it’s a whole family in the biz, so of course...

@ two years of age, Eevee became an Actress™

baby diaper commercials with her mom.

then singing lessons.

then dance lessons.

then pageants.

more commercials.

a bit of child modeling.

more commercials.

reoccurring kid on sesame street.

then a reoccurring (but not staring) role on Gullah Gullah Island.

1998. She’s 10.

lands a role on Broadway opposite Leon Thomas III as Nala in The Lion King.

this is the jumping-off point of her career. where it really shot off

but ignoring that for a minute...

Eevee has 5 other siblings.

4 of them are alive.

when Eevee was 15 she’d just gotten season 1st ( and eventually only ) season of her Disney show renewed and she had a stalker. on her 16th birthday, the stalker snuck into her sweet 16, cornered her when she and her older, brother Elias were alone, stabbed Elias, and kidnapped Eevee. Elias was rushed to the hospital when they found him but died shortly after. They found Eevee, recovered her from the stalker unharmed, but when she asked about Elias... shortly after Eevee sunk deeper into her depression, and also suffered from survivors’ guilt and eventually had to stay in a mental hospital and was released a year later, a few days after her 17th birthday. being in the real world was hard for her and in a few weeks time, became legally emancipated from her parents because her father had taken control of monitoring her finances, her decisions, and became too controlling of her schedule and time out of his concern for her and her mother acted like none of it happened and expected Eevee to pick up where she left off and to get more jobs and keep working. It was an environment detrimental to her health and sanity so she had to get out of that and got her own place and moved away from her parents and unfortunately, her twin sister and younger brother.

Took a break from acting to finish high school.

had to have private tutors

excelled at the school aspect of her life.

had very few friends but she did have a girlfriend.

eventually, Eevee broke up with her

to seize her 5 minutes of fame she outted Eevee as a lesbian to TMZ.

It didn’t take long for Eevee to speak out.

At 17, in 2005, Eevee came out publically as Bisexual.

as a Black 17-year-old girl she was proud of herself.

but it did not go well for her in the media or in magazines.

didn’t help what little career she had left.

but she also kinda didn’t care

Became known for outspoken activism for LGBTQ+ youth.

Started her own charity and outreach program to finance and help struggling youth in the LGBTQ+ community by providing them with shelter, food, and treatment for health issues both mental and physical.

went to college...

Northwestern State University.

joined the Alpha Kappa Alpha sorority

double-majored in theater and business

got married to one of her best friends at one point to help him out with his financial situation.

graduated with degrees.

and real friends in and out of her sorority.

WORKED HER ASS OFF TO GET HER CAREER BACK ON TRACK.

it took a lot of hard work.

a lot of mediocre jobs.

a lot of auditions.

a lot of shmoozing & playing the long game.

she pulled every single string

cashed every single favor

ate a lot of shit.

including going to her mother whom she hadn’t spoken to in six years.

EVENTUALLY ROSE BACK TO THE A-LIST WITH A VENGENCE.

Several Independent Films.

Supporting roles in TV shows.

Supporting roles in a few movies.

Starring roles in a number of pilots that never got greenlit.

Starring roles in 2 tv shows.

one was canceled the first season.

the other had THREE SEASONS.

won an Emmy

Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series

landed a few ad campaigns

Eevee went back to Broadway a few times over the years.

Bring It On: The Musical

played Danielle

won a tony

Best Featured Actress in a Musical.

Newsies: The Musical

played Katherine.

dream come true.

Hadestown

played Eurydice.

nominated for a Tony.

The Lion King

played adult Nala.

life coming full circle.

Currently stars in her own Netflix show.

season 2 just finished filming which is why she has moved to Portland.

PERSONALITY:

very much a complete dork. loves video games, loves comic books, has a lot of memorabilia all through her house, it’s practically a dork museum, always telling puns. always joking. always been an adorable ray of sunshine. she really likes to be a light and enforce positivity for her friends and others.

talks far too much for her own good especially when she’s nervous.

very kind, generous, and loving, always willing to help a friend.

always willing to cook for someone as a way to comfort them. She’s a well-versed home chef and an excellent baker.

she’s in-between the vodka aunt and the mom friend. she’s the first to suggest doing shots and getting fucked up, but she’ll also make sure everyone’s okay and be responsible.

She’s that friend who if you fuck with one of her friends in any way she will go into protective mamma bear mode and straight-up end that person for you. if you need someone to back you up in a fight, literally, and have your back she is your girl.

she isn’t great at flirting or really being around anyone she finds attractive, she turns into a rambling, nonstop talking, pile of adorable.

up until the end of December last year, she was a virgin. She’s only ever slept with one person so she’s not really the sleep around kind of girl but respects those who do, you do you boo, but also please don’t mistake her for a relationship type girl either. she’s neither. she’s great at fooling around and hookups that usually stop before they get to the sex part. she’s actually just very awkward when it comes to intimacy and feelings and getting close to people in that way. It fucks with her anxiety so she just needs someone who can get her out of her head and that is very hard to find for her.

She’s a feminist and believes women should be there to support each other, but also is aware that feminism isn’t always equal and some women don’t include her as a woman to support because she is a woman of color and because she’s Black and will call someone out on their white feminist or anti-black bullshit.

she’s kind but is in no way a pushover. she’s very opinionated and steadfast and isn’t afraid to reason with someone and argue with them and stand up for herself.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:

Friends: people who can put up with her non-stop chatter and find it endearing.

Fake Friends: people who are using her for fame, recognition and what her name can do for them.

Crushes: could be one-sided, could be both-sided, let’s talk about it.

Boxing Friendship: sparing partners, or someone who sees her at the boxing gym in her workout outfits that include but is not limited to color-coordinated custom gloves, that match both her outfit, her shoes, her gym bag and the giant cheerleading bow on the top of her high ponytail, but has never actually stuck around to see her box so don’t believe she can throw an actual punch because they can’t take that seriously, because she’s just a pretty little celebrity what can she actually do, but then one day end up in an argument with her and challenge her to a sparring match and to their surprise kicks their ass and they become sparring partners. I don’t know, clearly I haven’t given that plot much thought.

Step-family member: Eevee doesn’t have a relationship with her mom, but she is aware the woman got married to another woman who has kids when Eevee was 19 or so. She’s never met any of them. Never spoken to any of them. Never been invited to family functions. Knows full well they exist and they know full well she exists and they have actually hung out with other members of her family, just not her. So that sounds like awkward and traumatic fun for all involved right?? Bring the angst.

Fellow Actors: They could be real friends, could be fake friends, could have worked together, could just know of each other, could be a publicity friendship, dude, I don’t know.

Fans / Haters: like her work or don’t like her work???????????? I don’t know I’m just throwing stuff out there at this point.

I don’t know we’ll figure something out, I AM PUMPED AND EXCITED!!

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campchitaquamemories · 5 years

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What are your top 10 Queliot moments?

Nonny, thank you so much for waiting patiently for this one!

I was just going to write out a list (after I got done being EXTREMELY stumped because- you expect me to just pick 10??! Rude.) but then I realized that I just hit 600 followers (what?!), and I wanted to do something a bit more to say thank you to all of you for putting up with me while I’m on my bullshit. So I went back through my favorite episodes and made some gifs for you, too!

Here you go. Hope you like it!!

Gigi’s Top 10 Queliot Moments (YMMV):

10. This is from 1x03, Consequences of Advanced Spellcasting, and… it’s such a great breathing space. This whole episode, the Eliot + Quentin sideplot to retrieve the book was a delight, and it only happened because Eliot is so far gone on this boy. He could have taken literally any of the Physical Kids with him, but no, he’s got a crush on the super cute nerd that just moved in and so it HAS to be Q that comes with him. Eliot is highkey flirting with Quentin here, both as emotional support, and - I will maintain until my dying day - if Kady hadn’t blown the hinges off that door he was planning to make a move on Q that afternoon.

9. I have so many feelings???? This is from 2x01, Knight of Crowns. Things are complex interpersonally between the whole gang right now, but out of everyone parting ways with Eliot, Q is who we get to see saying goodbye. Eliot is actually high king now, and he’s not any less depressed, or damaged emotionally or mentally. It didn’t immediately fix him like he wanted (much like how magic didn’t immediately fix Quentin, but that’s a meta for another time), and now he’s staring down being all that and an unknown future ruling this frankly odd kingdom (from books he apparently never bothered to read? El, baby. SMH.) potentially for the rest of his life without his friends. The two of them are so tender, Q initially leaning against Eliot to provide support, and then he doesn’t hesitate even a moment when Eliot asks for a hug. What at that point could be the very last hug he ever gets from Quentin in this lifetime. There is such a depth of feeling here between the two of them and I’m so glad the show gave us this (in S2! I’m!).

8. 1x11, Remedial Battle Magic. Look at our babies and how happy they are?! I know they’re drunk on wine and emotions and about to seriously fuck their friendships up, but have they ever gotten a moment to breathe and be happy in each other’s presence since this? They haven’t. It’s been arguments and recriminations and quests and beasts and averting world-ending disasters since they woke up from this night. So I treasure this moment of soft smiles and touches (even Margo, I am not opposed to Marqueliot in this list at all). And of course, the threesome it is leading up to, and all of the implications and interpretations of that night that they take forward into the series with them.

7. “I’m trying to tell you, you are not alone here.” From 1x02, The Source of Magic, this bonding scene has always felt very profound to me. These two boys have literally known each other, what, less than a week now? And here is Eliot “feelings are for other people” Waugh, opening up about his past traumas to try and connect with Quentin. The only other person we’ve ever seen him do this with is Mike - Eliot’s other love interest - and we know he told Margo during their Trials. This is Q confessing his biggest fear - that if he loses magic, he will lose his tenuous hold on his mental health - and Eliot reciprocating that confession: inducting Q into the very, very select circle of Eliot’s confidantes. This is each of them accepting some measure of comfort from the presence and understanding of the other, and a moment that underpins their entire relationship from this moment forward.

6. I’m cheating with this one, but I wanted to show both sides of this dynamic, and Quentin and Eliot have not had a chance to fight for their relationship together in the main timeline yet, so these will have to work for now. The first gif is from 4x06, A Timeline and Place, and the second is from 3x13, Will You Play With Me? It’s so, so important to see these moments - even if our boys are dumb and they don’t start fighting until the very last second - when they are willing to lay down everything, and burn down the world for each other. Quentin will NOT let the Monster kill Eliot’s body, and Eliot will NOT let Quentin throw away his future to play jailer to a sociopathic child-god. When push comes to shove, they will choose each other every time. Now if we could only get them to do that when the stakes aren’t life and death, am I right?

5. Another moment from 2x01, Knight of Crowns. This coronation scene is just… Remember that they are fractured leading up to this: we’re coming right off of the fall out from the threesome, and Eliot has been spiraling for episodes now. But then we get this super tender declaration from Quentin: “So, destiny is– it’s bullshit…. For what it’s worth, I think you’re going to be a really good king.” And Eliot’s eyes just, light up, his whole face lifts. Because here is someone who believes in him, wholly and truly. Even after everything they just fucked up together, and separately, Q (someonee good and true) has faith in Eliot, and it’s infectious. They’re both looking at each other here like no one else exists in the world, like nothing is important in this moment except each other. And thats?? Beautiful?!

4. I fucking love this shot. Q kicking over those tiles and then saying “Oops.” is a whole-ass mood. Okay, so this is obviously from 3x05, A Life in the Day, and I could easily have made and entire top 10 list of JUST moments from this sequence because it’s all SO AMAZING. The beauty of all life, amiright? But this moment is so important to me. Making a conscious choice, every day to choose this quest and choose each other takes a toll. Ask anyone you know who’s been in a committed relationship for years. Sometimes it’s just fucking hard. They’ve been at this for so long that their clothes from Earth (which, I’ll remind you, they were still wearing at their 1 year anniversary) have worn thin, and they’re wearing traditional Fillorian garb. This was supposed to be over years ago, but they’re still going. And Q is struggling. And Eliot is struggling. And they argue, but neither of them walks away. I always have to stop and pause at this part of the episode, because this is so domestic and realistic that it makes me cry. And if I start crying here, I’m useless for the rest of the sequence once we get to Arielle and Teddy.

3. 1x01, Unauthorized Magic. So, so many people have talked about Q and El’s first meeting, how Eliot spread himself out on the Brakebills sign elegantly and Quentin’s one bisexual braincell shorted out to the point where, for a moment, he couldn’t even words. But I so rarely see people talk about this moment, when Quentin asks Eliot if he’s hallucinating. This look, right here, is so soft, and sweet. I’m sure Eliot gets hit on all the time, and he was 100% flirting with Quentin when he jumped off that sign and gave him an “I could eat you up” once over. But this is the moment Eliot decided that Margo needed to know about the cute new boy who thought Eliot was exactly the kind of person he would dream into existence, if he made those kinds of decisions. Right here. The beginning of it all.

2. Back to 3x05, A Life in the Day, and if you’re surprised this is my #2 moment you must be new here. This is a kiss that has been brewing for a long time. One not rooted in emotion bottles, and not one that can be passed off as being too drunk to know what you’re doing. Quentin sets his cup down, and starts to say something, but ends up finishing his thought with this kiss. It’s short, but not tentative, and Eliot is… look at his face. He’s surprised, because he’s pretty sure they fucked up their chances at this a season and a half ago. But Q is there and he’s not apologizing and he’s not panicking, and that gives Eliot the courage to reach out and pull Q back in. And for a little while, it’s not about the quest, it’s not about defeating a monster, it’s not about fixing anything they’ve fucked up. This is just about them.

1. “Fifty years. Who gets that kind of proof of concept? Peaches and plums, motherfucker. I’m alive in here!” 4x05, Escape from the Happy Place.So, this scene is where I live now, my trashcan, if you will, with these dumb boys and their dumb faces. Eliot’s absolutely perfect timing, and his delight to see Quentin is just- Just beaming out of his face here. This is the first of many chances he’s going to have to set the record straight, and he does it with style. This was a declaration of love - peaches and plums - and one that only Eliot would be able to give, and only Quentin would be able to understand. Q has been so beat down and defeated this episode, like he’s walking through a world that has faded into black and white, but we can see the moment he understands and the light comes back into his eyes. “Eliot’s alive. He’s alive.”

Honorable mentions to: “I’m Team Eliot.”, “Could I maybe have Eliot back?”, “I find you, and I don’t say magic is real, but I do seduce you”, and the extended throne room scene from 3x05/4x05 - which only didn’t make the list because I couldn’t pick a single shot to slice up for a gif.

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