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codiemarin · 1 month
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You´re It - Ingrid Engen x Reader
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Pt. 1
Summary: Part 2 of Tag. As they say, third time's the charm. Here's your happy ending as promised!
T/W: Fluff.
A/N: Thank you to this anon for such a fun request to start my writing for Ingrid. Everyone, I´ve seen all your other requests and will slowly work through them as well. Also uff, this photo of her. 
“Congratulations and welcome to the team!” You shake hands with the captain and she pulls you in for a quick hug, giving you two friendly pats on the shoulder. It's ten years later and a lot of hard work, but you managed to make enough of a name for yourself in the football scene to be scouted by one of the best teams in Europe.
The captain pushes the door and gestures to you to enter. Upon doing so, the chattering in the room dies down as everyone turns to look at you, eager to see their new teammate. You do a quick scan of the room, getting confused when the one person you wanted to see wasn't present. Maybe you made a mistake coming here, you thought as you started to feel yourself getting nervous. The both of you made your way to the front of the room to be more visible to all the women. 
“Everyone, please give a warm welcome to our new striker, Y/N from Sweden!” The captain announces and everyone gives you their own greetings, chattering once more and trying to get to know you by asking questions all at once. They also do a round robin introduction, telling you their name, position, fun fact and well wishes for your new journey with them. As the captain begins to explain that there was one person still missing, the door opens and she steps inside, chest heaving as if she's just ran a marathon.
“Sorry Alexia, I was -” She starts and promptly stops as your eyes meet. 
You found yourself getting lost in light green and you took the time to observe the girl you haven't seen in years. Time seemed to stand still as you gazed at each other, the years melting away in an instant. It was like no time had passed at all, as if you were still the same two girls exploring the forests of Melhus, your laughter echoing through the trees.
She looked the exact same as how you remember with some small differences: she was much taller now, black hair long enough to reach her chest and all traces of baby fat gone from her face, highlighting her cheekbones. It seemed that she had the same thing in mind, drinking you in as you watched her eyes flit from your head down to your feet. You had more notable changes, for one, you hit a growth spurt and realised you were a head taller than your best friend. You also spent most of your time at the gym, so you´ve gotten very muscular, something you were very proud of and appreciative about, since it got you all of the attention you enjoyed. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and realised that the team was watching the both of you, you stride all the way to the back of the room until you were face to face. 
"Hei, frosk, det er en stund siden sist, er det ikke? (Hello frog, it's been a while hasn't it?) You exclaim softly, grinning at your friend who still can´t keep her eyes off of you. 
A smile spreads across Ingrid's face as she closes the distance, wrapping you up in a hug. “Älskling, jag trodde aldrig att jag skulle få se dig igen. (Darling, I never thought I'd see you again.)” 
Now in Ingrid´s embrace, you felt the comfort that you've craved since the moment you left Norway. The warmth of her body against yours and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat only increased the deep sense of longing that you´ve held for the woman all these years. As you and Ingrid were stuck in your newfound bubble, the rest of the team watched on with piqued curiosity, their whispers rippling through the air as they started guessing your possible history, the Norwegian never mentioned you to anyone. Alexia, thankfully, realised that the two of you needed some privacy for the little moment you were having and decided to help out. 
“Chicas, less sitting and more running. Let´s show Y/N how we train here in Barça!” She says with a wink towards you, and everyone files out to make their way to the field.
As the morning sun cast its soft glow over the training grounds, you felt a flutter of excitement in your stomach. This was your moment to prove to everyone that you deserved to be here. As you laced up your boots, you took the time to survey your teammates, thinking about who you'd want to approach first. It wasn't long before you found yourself drawn to the loudest group in the team: Mapi, Patri, and Mariona. 
As you started the training drills with them, everything was polite and professional, the four of you still trying to get a read on each other. You were mostly focused on completing the training sets as accurately as possible, and you took this time to show your skills to your teammates, receiving impressed looks of approval in return. Slowly but surely, you built some camaraderie with your three new friends and started roughhousing, much to the amusement of the whole team.
“Ay, Y/N. You joined the wrong group of girls, I see a lot of laps in your future.” Alexia shouts from her side of the field as Mapi rolls her eyes and gives a rebuttal to the captain. You were having a great time, pleased at how you assimilated easily into the ranks of Barça, especially on your first day. You and Mapi were caught up in a wrestling match over possession of the ball as Mariona and Patri stood to watch you both. Minutes later, you were all called by Jonatan to do the final part of the training, which was a five a side.
You found yourself on the opposing team as your best friend, and the mini match was off to a good start, everyone going strong and playing as if it was an actual competition. During the game, you found yourself clashing a little bit with the Norwegian, from this closer proximity, you realised that her cheeks were flushed and she was making uncharacteristic misses and fumbles.
As the game continued, Ingrid's distraction became increasingly apparent. Her passes went too long, her shots missed their mark, and her focus seemed to waver with every passing second. Still not being cleared for training, Alexia and Fridolina were on the side, standing and observing the training to point out any holes in the defence or if anything needs to be improved. Alexia was noting Ingrid´s increasing struggle by the second and was wondering if she was just hungover or sleep deprived, when Fridolina beat her to it. 
"She doesn't seem to be doing well, maybe she's had a rough night." Frido commented to Alexia.
"Funny how it only happens when she's close to our new striker though. Maybe she has a crush." The captain chuckled in amusement. 
"Huh, you might be right." Fridolina continued as they watched Ingrid trip on her own feet in front of you once more. 
“You okay, Ingrid? I´ve been watching you play on TV and you're usually better than this.” You called out to your best friend.
“Just a little hot today, is all..” Ingrid's cheeks grew even redder, her embarrassment evident for the team to see. 
“Frosk, it´s ten degrees.” You commented and everyone laughed as Ingrid´s cheeks got even redder. Despite her flustered state, she couldn't tear her gaze away from you, as you continued running in circles around everyone, shooting goals left and right.
As the training reached its close, your team emerged victorious for this round. Echoes of “amazing job!” and “good one chicas!” were heard as everyone made their way back to the locker rooms to get changed. Ingrid couldn't help but feel a small amount of frustration for her lack of focus and causing her own team to lose. You caught each other´s eyes on the field, so you gave her a bright grin and she returned it with a sheepish smile. Ingrid knew she was in trouble and decided there and then, that she would do her best to keep out of it.
As you left the building to go to the carpark, you caught sight of your best friend walking to her own car and jogged up to her. 
“Frosk! Leaving me already?” You caught up to her with a small pout.
“Sorry, Y/N. I'm a bit busy this evening, and I´ve got to rush off somewhere.” She said absentmindedly, not even looking at you, and you felt your heart drop at what seems to be a dismissal. 
“Ah, no worries then. I guess I´ll see you in training.” You sighed as you walked away. 
“Wait! Give me your number, maybe we can go for a coffee before training one of these days.” She amends and you feel a small smile grace your lips.
It will be a month later when you finally get to have your coffee together, your time in Barcelona was fruitful and the team, more than you can ask for. You steadily built relationships with everyone and felt like you belonged and fit in well with them. Ingrid on the other hand was something else, besides the first hug that you two shared, there hadn't been any further contact between you both. No matter how hard you tried, it seemed that Ingrid wasn´t really interested in getting to know you again, and you feel your heart breaking just a little bit more everyday, confused as to why she was acting this way with you.
It wasn´t just you who noticed, but the team as well could see the tension between you both, surprised as it was a stark contrast to the familiarity in which you greeted each other on your first day. They could see that this was taking a toll on you while Ingrid seemed to remain impassive. When Alexia couldn't take the sad looks you carried everyday anymore, she went to your house to give you a pep talk and encouragement to reach out to your estranged best friend once more, if just for closure.
Ingrid was sitting across from you in a small café, two untouched coffees and unspoken tension hanging in the air between you both. The past ten years had left scars on your friendship, and it felt like you were sitting in front of a complete stranger.
"I can't believe you never reached out," you said, voice tinged with bitterness. "After everything we shared, after all the memories we made together, you just disappeared without a trace."
You could see the Norwegian bristle at your words, her own anger bubbling to the surface. "You were the one who left! You think I wanted this?" she shot back, frustrated. "You think I wanted to lose touch with my best friend? Life got in the way, Y/N. Things happened, and before I knew it, you were gone."
Your heart clenched at Ingrid's words, guilt twisting in your chest. "I didn't mean to leave you behind," you explained, "But you never tried to reach out to me either. It's like we both just gave up on each other."
Ingrid's eyes softened, a flicker of sadness crossing her features. "I guess we did," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I never stopped thinking about you, Älskling. Not once in all these years."
You felt a lump form your throat, the weight of Ingrid's words hitting you like a ton of bricks. "I never stopped thinking about you either," you confessed. "I just... I didn't know how to find my way back to you. I couldn´t at first, because of circumstances with my dad. But believe me, I have always tried..” 
“Did you move here for me?” She questioned with soft eyes, and all of a sudden the fear of abandonment washed over you once more. 
“I– uhm,” you stuttered, “No, I´ve gotten multiple offers from around Europe and the USA as well, but I think the best choice for me was Barça, you being here is just a nice addition to it.” Another missed chance from your cowardice, you cringed internally.
“Oh well, we can consider it a happy accident then.” She conceded, though you could see something flicker in her eyes. “I´m really sorry it took us this long to have a proper conversation, Älskling.. I just had so much anger I'm holding on to.” 
“It's fine Kjære, I´m glad we finally had this conversation, no matter how long it took.” You smiled reassuringly. 
“Maybe now, we can try to get to know each other again slowly? The Norwegian offered and you nodded, pleased. 
Thus, you started tentatively rebuilding your friendship. You both knew that you couldn't bring the past back, but you were motivated to start anew and get to know each other now. Your first adventure took you to the  mountain ranges of Montserrat, the forests being something familiar to both of you. With each step you took by each other's side, you felt the weight of your past lift from your shoulders, replaced by a new understanding for each other. As you added hiking in your routine, you shared stories of your childhoods, the dreams you had once harboured and the paths you had chosen to follow. Your laughter echoed through the valleys as you reveled in the joy of simply being together once more.
It was your idea that prompted another event to be added to your routine. Your mutual love for animals led you to find an NGO for the both of you to volunteer at. The one you chose was a local one that was dedicated to rescuing and caring for abandoned dogs every Sunday. When you needed respite from the city life, you retreated to your favourite coffee shop, a cosy hole in the wall type, that was tucked away from the chaos of the world outside. There, you would sit for hours, lost in conversation and your own thoughts occasionally, as you sipped cups of coffee and let your imaginations run wild like old times. Of course, Ingrid brought her sketchbooks and pens, though you preferred your own markers and decided to use her skin as your own canvas. You could feel your heart swelling every time you heard her laugh because she was ticklish.
Months later, in the midst of you and Ingrid going on one of your Saturday hikes, you start to feel a familiar feeling bubbling in your chest. A feeling that you were sure you´ve forgotten in lieu of building your budding friendship with the Norwegian. In calmer moments, as you sat side by side in the park or wandered through the narrow streets of Barcelona, you noticed signs that maybe, the Norwegian might feel the same way. Longing glances were exchanged, lingering touches brushed, and unspoken words left hanging in the air. 
Yet, despite the growing intensity of your feelings, neither of you dared to broach the subject, afraid of disrupting the still young friendship that you´ve both worked so hard to rebuild. And so, you continued to tiptoe around each other, unspoken desires simmering just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to be released.
Alexia always had the knack for realising when things weren't in order in her team, it was her superpower as the captain. Well that, and the incessant whispers she´s been hearing from everyone about how there´s some “unresolved tension between the new striker and Engen”. After one too many comments, she decided that she's had enough and that this needed to be fixed immediately. While she´s known Ingrid for longer, the Norwegian wasn´t the most talkative so she decided to go straight to you with her plan of action.
“We're going to have a teambuilding session next Friday.” She stops you as you are about to enter your car post training. 
“Yes, you said that during today's team meeting.” You responded, confused. 
“You need to do something about whatever is happening with you and Engen, and you´re going to do it then. I cannot take anymore of this.” She says sternly, arms crossed over her chest.
“I have no idea what you´re talking about, Capi.” You tried to play dumb but were quickly interrupted.
“Nope, no. The whole team has noticed it, and now it's affecting our connection. Fix it. Immediately.” She pushes her fingertip on your chest for emphasis before walking to her own car and driving away.
Friday comes quicker than you thought, and while still worried about how you were going to confess your feelings to the midfielder, you were quite curious about what Alexia´s plan consisted of. You didn't have to wait long, as right after training she ushered everyone straight into the team van.
What was Alexia´s chosen venue exactly? A laser tag arena nestled in the heart of Barcelona, which to her was the perfect setting for some fun competition that still involved running around. The excitement was palpable when you entered the building, everyone being eager to get into the game as soon as possible. Once more, you and Ingrid found yourselves on opposite teams, as your hearts pounded in anticipation of waiting for the alarm to signal the beginning of the game.
The game began, and the arena turned chaotic quickly as everyone darted between obstacles, dodging laser beams and strategizing their next move to outsmart the opposing team. Laughter and high pitched screaming filled the air. Amidst the chaos, you and Ingrid found yourselves locked in a fierce competition, determined to emerge victorious. You exchange playful taunts and sly grins as you chase each other. Finally, after a series of close calls and narrow escapes, it came down to just the two of you left in the arena. 
With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you circled each other warily, determined to bring victory to your own teams.
"Ready to go down, Frosk?" You remarked, a playful smirk on your lips.
Ingrid grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don´t talk too soon, Älskling." She replied with determination as she ran off to take cover. The both of you darted between obstacles with such agility to outmanoeuvre the other.
For some time, it seemed as though you were evenly matched, but as the game wore on, you managed to gain the upper hand, cornering Ingrid in a secluded section with nowhere left to run. Your breaths came in ragged gasps as you stood face to face, the tension crackling like electricity. Ingrid's heart raced in her chest, and as her eyes locked with yours, you could see the unmistakable look of longing and desire that you both shared the past months. This time though, you finally decided to be brave.
"Nå er du min. (You're mine now.)" You whispered, voice husky with anticipation as you took a step closer, gaze never leaving Ingrid's.
You could see the Norwegian ́s breath catch in her throat the moment she felt the heat of your body pressing against hers. You looked into light green, searching for any form of resistance and when you found none, you moved forward until your lips met in a searing kiss, a collision of longing that left you breathless and dizzy with desire. You hear Ingrid let out a soft moan as she wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other, the world fading into oblivion as you surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotion that threatened to consume you both. You were both interrupted by the alarm signalling that the game had ended, jumping apart as the lights turned on. Ingrid looked down to see that your vest was still green while hers was red, and her gaze returned to yours with some slight confusion. 
“Tag, you´re it.” You laugh as you flash her an impish grin. 
Ingrid slowly realised what you´ve done and she gives you a playful roll of her eyes before you hear that tinkling laugh you´ve grown to love.
“You're it for me too.” She whispers with a soft smile before pulling you back in for another kiss. 
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exhaslo · 6 months
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Miguel Bday Drabble
So apparently it's Miguel's Birthday??? I literally hunted the internet to find out, but fuck it. Here is just a pure horny drabble for him 😏
The present before you was going to be as good as it got. It wasn't the best, but to be fair you only found out about Miguel's birthday today. Actually, you weren't even supposed to know. It was a slip of the tongue by Peter at the Spider Society. Either way, you were going to take advantage of it. Miguel was your crush!
You skipped into his office, hearing nothing but ferious tapping. He was working hard again. Hopefully, this present will cheer him up somehow.
"Excuse me, Miguel? Are you busy?" You called out to him.
Miguel let out a heavy sigh upon hearing your voice. Now was not a good time for you to show up. He was running on coffee from 3 days of no sleep and sexual frustration. All Miguel wanted was to finish this last anomaly report and go home. At least it was just you, but that was not going to help him with horniess.
"(Y/n), I'm a little busy," He said lowly. You pouted,
"I brought you a birthday present."
Miguel's ears perked up. Was it really his birthday already? That explained the missed phone calls from his brother and others. Great. Jumping down from his platform, Miguel made his way towards you. You, with that skin tight suit on. You with that gleam in your eyes. You with that sweet scent that turned him on more.
"Thanks, I completely forgot." Miguel muttered as his hands stroked yours while grabbing the gift, "You didn't have to get me anything."
"But I wanted to! If you ever need anything...just ask..." You glanced away from his intense stare. God he was so hot.
"Anything?" Now the horny was talking.
Miguel grabbed your hand, placing it near his mouth. He watched your eager gaze with anticipation. He bit down on your fingers, watching your cheeks flush. That sweet smell you gave off getting stronger. Anything. You were just as horny as he was.
"I may ask for something unreasonable," Miguel licked the palm of your hand, his other placing the gift down to grab your waist, "Are you still willing?"
"Y-You're the birthday boy."
"Dios mio. (My god)"
In the next moment, Miguel had you laying against his desk up on his platform. You were a moaning mess as he pumped two fingers into your soaked pussy. Miguel was leaning marks all over your body with your torn up suit beneth you. You couldnt think about much, except how good his finger felt inside you. With a sudden curl, you arched ypur back, crying out your first orgasm.
Miguel only responded in a chuckle. He took his fingers out and licked them clean. His pupils were dilated as he focused on his cock entering your throbbing pussy. You spread your legs out for him, giving him pernission to ravish you. To make you his. How nice and obiedent you were.
"So tight, nh" Miguel groaned as he held your waist, pushing his cock inside your folds.
"M-Mig-" You whimpered, feeling his tip alone stretching you out.
You body was struggling to adjust as Miguel kept shoving his cock inside you. He was so big. Every time you clentch down you felt more of him enter. Drool rolled down the side of your mouth, knowing that he was going to wreck you. His little drabbles in Spanish were making you wetter too. Gasping, you felt Miguel hit you so deep that it made you see stars.
"Finally, all the way in. Look at how well you take my cock. A perfect fit." Miguel smirked, "Made just for me. I'm going to fuck you so good that you'd wish it was my birthday everyday."
"M-Miguel...I-It can....be" You admitted, enjoying his long, thick cock inside you.
That alone made something in Miguel snap. He gripped your hips tightly, thrusting his dick inside you deeper. You moaned loudly before gasping as he started to slap his hips roughly into you. His tip slamming into your cervix with each thrust. You threw your head back as Miguel went feral against your pussy. His cock was pounding you so good that allyou good was moan his name.
"You want my dick everyday, huh? You want to be my personal slut. God, what a good fucking girl you are. Your pussy just keeps sucking me in for more. I'll fill your womb full of my cum, is that what you want?" Miguel was starting to get pussy drunk. He needed this.
"Y-YES!" You cried out, cumming hard.
Miguel grunted as you tighten around him. A white ring forming against hiscock from your juices. Of course, you wanted his cum. Miguel slapped him balls deep before givinf you your first fill. He watched as yoir body trembled.
"Dont relax yet. I still have a full hours left of my birthday." Miguel started to thrust into your abused hole once more, "I'm going to make sure you know who you belong to now."
"Y-Yes, Miguel!"
Needless to say, Miguel kept you at the Spider Society until late at night.
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😍 Happy Birthday to our favorite Spider-Man! Kinktober update will be tmw! Happy Friday the 13th!
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aestherin · 1 year
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"— but I hurt you!"
"And I don't give a fuck." He breathes. "Heck, I would even let you do it again — infinite times more if you wish. Pain me. Hurt me. Break my heart all you want — it's all yours, love."
"But for God's sake, [Name]... please don't leave me.
"I can't do that!" You cried. "You don't deserve that."
"And did you deserve receiving unsolicited hate left and right?" One of Ayato's hands left yours and settled on your cheek. "I don't think so, love."
His affection. You missed it.
"That wasn't you though."
"But I caused it."
Your lips parted in an attempt to contradict him, though you stopped at the lack of a witty retort. The man was satisfied at you letting him own up to his fault.
He slowly ran his fingers through your hair. "You should be mad at me."
Furrowed eyebrows were what he saw in return. "Wasn't me leaving you enough? I'm starting to think you're a masochist."
He chuckled.
"Besides, I still stand by what I said." You gave him a stern look. "Why would I be mad at you when you weren't at fault? It was those people, not you, Ayato. You've been nothing but doting and understanding and loving and —"
"It all started with me," he sighed. "I asked you to get into this fake relationship with me. I'm the one who starred in a drama with some actress whose fanbase's toxic portion is very vocal and active. It was I who failed to protect you. It was I who failed you."
Just when you thought it was nearing the end, you felt like tearing up again. Just like he did to you earlier, you rested your face against his shoulder in an attempt to hide yourself.
"No you didn't. You tried."
"It wasn't good enough."
"You did well," you reached out to caress the back of his head as well.
With his snug embrace, the stillness of the wind, and the stroke of sunlight — everything felt warm.
Wait, sunlight?
You swore there was about to be a raging thunderstorm earlier.
From where you were nestling your head earlier, you looked up slightly, just enough to get a glimpse of the skies enveloping the land. From what you saw earlier, it did a total one-eighty.
The sun has now ceased hiding behind the thick clouds.
Gone was the governing gray hue. The clouds, however, lingered. Through them, radiant rays seeped through, illuminating what once was not.
Now, tints of varying colors — mainly blue, lavender, pink, and orange — were present.
"It's pretty," you mumbled.
"You are," he said.
Still with a muffled voice, you spoke, "Are you hitting on me?"
"Is it working?"
You gave him a light smack. He let out a laugh, which distracted you from the noise made by the gate opening.
"I'd hate to interrupt, but..." Both of you turned your heads toward the owner of the voice. "How long exactly am I supposed to just stand outside the gate?"
"Manager!" You screamed, pulling away from your companion. You don't see the way he frowned and pouted, the way his arms reached for you before you started going off to the other person present.
"Manager! You liar!"
"I mean, I told you you were meeting the CEO of Cypressus, didn't I?"
"Oh fuck. I forgot about that! Where is he anyway?"
Your eyes followed your manager's palm, which was now pointing towards a certain blue-haired man. "Over there."
Ayato had to try so hard to stop himself from laughing at your comical expression, lest he invoke your wrath. He'd rather not, really. And shit, you really were a good actress. 'So beautifully expressive, love!' He thought.
"Ayato?!"
"Yes, love?" He smiled sweetly.
You looked at him in disbelief before turning back to your manager. "See? As I was saying before, I told you you were meeting the Cypressus' CEO. And Ayato's the CEO of Cypressus, so, technically... I didn't lie."
You inhaled sharply. You'll deal with him later.
"You locked me in here!"
"No, I didn't. I didn't lock the gate."
You were stupefied. "What?"
"Yeah," she flashed a genuine smile. "If you actually wanted to leave, you could have just pushed the gate open and you would've been out of here in no time. I was even ready to drive you away the minute I see you walk out of here."
"I —"
"You actually wanted to stay with him, didn't you?"
Unbeknownst to you, just like you, Ayato was holding his breath. He was waiting for your answer.
"You know what, you don't even need to answer that," your manager said. You and the man exhaled.
She looked past you, to Ayato, before returning her gaze on you. "Are you feeling better? Are you feeling better with him?"
You hummed. She patted your head. "That's all I wanted to hear."
Your manager turned away, facing the gate. She gave a small wave. "You can keep her. She doesn't have a schedule until next week anyway."
"Manager!"
"But if you dare hurt her, make her feel bad again," she gave one last look, though it wasn't pointed at you. "I swear you'll never be able to get close to her again. Not even hear her voice. Not even touch a strand of her hair."
Ayato shivered. He knew he wouldn't ever dare inflict you pain again, yet he was still frightened by the threat. He wasn't afraid of your manager, no.
He dreaded not being able to be with you again.
"I keep my promises."
The other woman simply hummed and left (not before telling you that she's only one call away should you wish to leave).
"Is that promise to love me?" You went back in front of him, fighting back a smile. "That. And even more, [Name]."
Your almost-smile resulted in a frown, which worried Ayato. Did he do something wrong? Did you perhaps change your mind and wanted to leave with your manager now?
"So..." You trailed off. "CEO, huh?"
"Oh, that." He chuckled nervously. You just raised a brow at him, attempting to intimidate him even more.
Ayato sighed. But then he realized something.
You were taken aback, however, when he immediately flashed you a playful smile, his right arm hovering above his abdomen. He then made a graceful bow.
"I fear I've been less than hospitable to you, my lady, my dearest guest. Would you care to join your business partner inside as we discuss more over tea?"
You raised a brow, slightly questioning whatever this sudden skit is all about. But of course, being the performance arts-inclined person that you are, you decided to go along.
"Gladly, my lord."
You'll never know this, but you almost killed the CEO of Cypressus with mere three words. Those weren't even the three words — the one sentence that everyone thinks of when they hear the phrase — but it still almost ended him nonetheless.
He imagines his impending doom with delight once he finally gets to hear you say the proper three words. He swore he could welcome death with open arms, if that was what it takes.
Ayato wrapped his fingers around yours as he guided you inside. The familiarity of everything calmed your nerves down. The foyer where he and someother helpers welcomed you, the living room where you used to always hang out with him and Ayaka. The visible dining area where you two ate often and sometimes had hotpot nights with his sister. And after that, the clean kitchen counter where Ayato used to always stay as he watched you make something for him.
It felt like home.
"Stay here," he motioned for you to sit on the living room couch. He said he'd make you guys some tea?
He would?
Oh no.
"Wait!" Hurried yet light footsteps can be heard against the hardwood floors. With a slightly disoriented face, Ayato turned his head at your direction. "Is something wrong?"
"Yes. Something is very wrong," you tried to catch your breath. "You're absolutely not making tea. Let me do it."
You knew him well enough to know that he is just physically incapable of concocting something edible at this point. Not even tea. Not even just instant tea.
He'd always find a way to make it suspicious and off-putting.
"But —"
"I know you're very rich, but please don't intentionally destroy your kitchen, 'Yato."
The man in question simply took a deep breath and raised both his hands in the air as a sign of surrender. You then marched into their kitchen as if you own the place, with the real owner trailing behind you like an obedient puppy whose leash you were holding.
When you both walked out of the kitchen, you immediately plopped down into the fluffy couch, while Ayato carefully placed the tray of teas on the table before sitting directly in front of you.
He would've loved to sit beside you, but you sat on a one-seater sofa.
He wasn't sure if that was intentional or not.
On the brighter side, it helped set the mood even better for this 'business meeting' of yours. You as [Name], the renowned actress, and the man across you as Kamisato Ayato, CEO of the famous bubble tea brand, Cypressus.
He took a sip first. "Just so you know, I was serious about getting you as an ambassador and endorser of our company."
You imitated his actions. "Where's the contract?"
"Not yet made."
"Why?"
"I want to make it on your terms." As he let his cup down, the curling of the corners of his lips were visible. "Ask for whatever you want and it shall appear on the contract. Easy as that."
You gave him a feigned frown. "That's not very smart of you, mister."
He merely snickered.
"I am stupid when it comes to you."
Your face flushed.
'The tea. Yeah, it must be from the tea,' you lied to yourself.
"Speaking of business," Ayato attempted to shift the topic. "We have something to take care of."
"Us?" You joked.
He let out a smile. "That too, but..."
"Hm?"
"I was referring to, uh..." His voice trailed off. It seemed like it was a topic he has a hard time talking about.
'Here goes nothing,' he thought.
"Well, what do you want to do about those malicious people online, love?"
"Oh? Knowing you, I thought you'd have done something about that by now," you truthfully said.
Ayato sighed. "Believe me, love. I really wanted to, but..."
"I promised to myself that I won't do anything else without consulting you first."
You couldn't say anything. You couldn't do anything but let his eyes entrance you once more.
You could only hold your breath.
"You know very well that I had to learn the hard way, [Name]." He leaned closer to the table, and by extension, to you as well. "And I'm not willing to go through the torture of losing you again because of that very same mistake."
"I don't want to put you, my love, [Name], the one I hold dearest, through suffering once more because of my faulty decisions."
With his every word, everything came crashing down. You thought about everything all at once, it was overwhelming — the memories, the feelings. The pain and pleasure, the angst and affection.
Swamped by everything, you couldn't help but tear up once more. Looking down was your last resort, attempting to shield him from the fact that you were about to cry for the second time today.
You began to fidget. "It's all me."
"Huh? What are you saying —"
"I was the one that broke us, wasn't I?"
"No." He immediately got up and stood up next to you, who was still sitting. "Shush, love. You didn't break anything."
You felt a hand caress your back. "But I —"
"It was already broken since the beginning."
Through small gaps, you were able to see him now kneeling down in front of you. Ayato started consoling you, his fingers running through strands of your hair and his voice in soft whispers.
"My reasoning was flawed. My methods were foolish... and after I coerced you into that faux relationship, I had the guts to fail you."
His free hand caught yours, followed by him bringing it to his lips. "I didn't get to tell you, to make you feel the truth: that unlike that relationship, my feelings were real from the start."
You stiffened up. Ayato continued, "Because I was a coward. And I am stupid — as you already know."
"Still, despite my imperfections..." The hand previously busy with your hair was suddenly on your chin, his touch as light as a feather. With his help, you managed to finally look at him once more. "I want to ask you an ambitious question —"
He took a deep breath, yet the affection in his eyes remained.
"— Would you accept me? Again? For real this time, [Name]?"
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im listening to mag again and damn do the archival crew HATE jon. listen i get it supposedly your lives would be normal if he hadn't brought you here... but he didn't? (minus og archive crew, jon requesting them and all) if anything he was just kinda there when you made decisions, bro wasn't EVEN THERE when melanie got hired like??? like how r u gonna wish him pain rn, he's ltrly sopping wet and on the verge of dying💀
like another anon I got a month or so ago, this is one of my sleeper agent trigger phrases, so this might be another marina monologue moment.
as I'm also in the middle of a (for my standards) incredibly slow relisten, I've been thinking about this topic, too, but I've been coming at it from a slightly different angle than I normally do. in tim's case, we don't get an actual look at the circumstances under which he transferred to the archives, it is theoretically possible that jon laid it on a bit thick in asking him to come with him to the department and tim wouldn't have even thought of it otherwise, but with melanie we have several scenes of her hiring and onboarding where jon is not present and she continually rebuffs people who tell her she's making a mistake, so the text very clearly sets up that her blaming jon for being trapped there doesn't make sense. and, even with tim having been requested by jon, he still had to make the ultimate decision to switch departments himself, so, yknow, what gives?
most people, I think, and myself in the past, have come at this question from a very jon-centric pov because he's the main character and it's a jon-centric show, but I think putting it down to "they lash out at him because he happens to be there and stops defending himself after a while" misses something, as does "they lash out at him because elias sets everyone up to think they have an adversarial relationship to jon." more than that, I think it's about the rejection of agency.
tma is a show that's very much About agency and choices, so it's important to keep track of where characters suddenly balk and try to offload their choices onto other agents. martin, despite being very proactive and efficient when he sets his mind to it, has a consistent habit of thinking of himself as fundamentally unimportant and unable to affect real change. jon, someone who is usually culpability_acceptor_4000, really tries to convince himself that the web made him pull statements out of strangers. and melanie and tim, on realizing that they've gotten themselves stuck in the archives, have similar reactions of trying to retroactively make those decisions jon's.
they hate being stuck there and they can't bear the idea that it might be their fault, and they don't know how to reconcile the choices they did make with the greater forces outside of their control that shape their lives. tim swings right from seeing jon as fully responsible to seeing everything as the result of cosmically inevitable bad luck, and this hits him so hard that it leads directly to his suicide. post-bullet melanie gets a better handle on it; accepting that she chose to fall further into the slaughter opens her up to accepting that she made other choices, like joining the archives, as well as accepting future choices, like quitting the archives.
and yes, in the moments where tim and melanie are most vulnerable and just starting to realize how deeply screwed they are, jon (at least from their pov) does something to make it worse. when jon tells tim that jane presntiss wasn't his fault, tim says "well you sure made me feel worse afterwards! and then everyone had to pay attention to how you were feeling to get you to stop stalking us!" when melanie goes in for a second assassination attempt on elias, elias makes jon talk her down instead of doing it himself, presumably to try and get the slaughter mark done with. neither of these are the inciting incidents for tim and melanie's situations, but they stand out. and because jon is culpability_acceptor_4000, a man who feels like the weight of the whole world is on his shoulders and is even right some of the time, the accusations stick. tim and melanie don't want anything to be their fault, jon thinks everything is his fault, and it's a bit of a vicious self-fulfilling cycle.
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jackhues · 4 months
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you can miss it - mockingbird! au (platonic! hughes)
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summary: in which y/n wonders what life could've been like if her parents were better
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"how about your aunt from colarado?" you asked, going down the list of random hughes members you'd heard of.
"which aunt?" jack responded.
"the one that gifted ellen that green vase," you reminded him. "are we inviting her to the wedding?"
jack thought about it, "i mean, we can invite her. i don't think she'll come honestly. she's like my mom's something cousin, i can't remember."
"we'll at least invite her," you decided, jotting that down on the second list.
you and jack were sitting on the couch in the lake house, trying to get together the final guest list for your wedding. there were still a few months left, and most invites had even gone out. but with so few people coming from your side, there was still space for more of jack's relatives.
"do we have to invite her?" luke asked, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. "she's always complaining and telling me to cut my hair."
"it's her or aunt griselda," quinn told him, leafing through the invites. "take your pic."
luke made a face, "neither is better, but i'll take the green vase lady."
you and jack shivered, remembering 'aunt griselda'. she was just some random neighbour or something who called herself the boys 'aunt', and often pinched their ears. she was not fun.
"wait, do you guys even know the green vase lady's name?" you asked the boys.
luke looked at jack, who looked at quinn, who tilted his head in thought.
"honestly, i have no idea," he realized. "we've always just called her aunt, or that one from colorado."
"well, i guess we're not inviting her," jack took the list from your hands and crossed out 'colorado aunt'.
you sighed, wondering what it would be like to have so many relatives that you didn't even know their names.
after cutting contact with your dad, your mom decided she didn't want to talk to you either. you had a feeling your mom was left no choice by your dad, but sometimes you wished she'd pick you over him.
if you had a better relationship with either of them, then you'd have someone to walk you down the aisle.
you loved jack and his family, truly. they were everything you didn't have growing up. but sometimes, you just wished you could've had that feeling of love your whole life.
you wished that your dad cared about you, that your mom tried harder for you, that they both loved you and showed it.
you dreamed of them being present on this big day, with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes. you dreamed of your dad warning your husband not to hurt you, but then hugging you both and saying he wouldn't trust anyone else with his daughter.
you dreamed to have an uncle who was going to drink more than he should and then flirt with his wife, you dreamed to have cousins who'd be dancing even after the music was off, you dreamed to have little kids who'd hide in your dress and ask you not to leave with your husband.
they were such small things, but it seemed to hit you that you weren't going to have these moments.
all because your parents failed you growing up.
jack nudged you softly, "what's on your mind?"
you looked up, snapping out of it. "nothing."
it wasn't anything. you'd chosen to give up contact, and they'd chosen to pretend you don't exist anymore. you'd accepted that, and you were okay with them not being in your life.
"y/n, you've been a part of this family for years now, and you're going to legally become a part of this one in only a few months," quinn looked up. "even if it's stupid, you can tell us what's on your mind. i assure you, jack and luke have stupider things on their mind at any given moment."
you smiled as luke threw a pillow at quinn, ducking quickly to avoid retaliation.
"i was just being emotional," you shrugged. "like, growing up, i always thought my mom and dad would be here, on my wedding day. i didn't expect much from them, but i imagined them being there and being happy for me. i guess i always dreamed of our relationship becoming better by that point. but now... it's not like i want all of the stress again. it wasn't healthy and i don't regret cutting them out. i just, sometimes i wish they were better parents."
your voice grew soft at the end, but you realized how much better you'd gotten at communicating. before meeting the hughes, you'd often bottled everything up. you never spoke your mind, and you were forced to keep your opinions to yourself.
but now, you were proud at how well you'd explained your rambly thought process to the boys. you wished you'd had the love of parents growing up, but you didn't want them back in your life right now.
quinn smiled a little, tapping your hand in comfort.
"just because they weren't good to you, doesn't mean you're not allowed to wish they had been," he said.
"you're allowed to miss them," jack assured you. "you can miss them, and not want them in your life because of everything they did. there's nothing wrong with that."
"we're always going to support you, y/n/n," luke promised. "whatever you want, whatever you feel. we're here."
you smiled, wiping the corners of your eyes. "you're all so sweet and mushy, you're making me cry. oh god, i'm going to end up ruining my makeup on my wedding day because of you three."
"there's still months until that," luke waved it off. "we'll be sure to be even more sweet and mushy and get all the tears out before the wedding day."
"god, i love you three idiots."
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bloodyymaryyy · 1 month
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Bumped into you
Max verstappen x reader
Request : yes
Warnings : English isn't my first language other than that none
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The sun came up, the birds are chirping and singing happily, people on the street having fun, laughing, shouting at each other and talking, others are smiling and other are grumpy or having a bad day, not being in the mood for anything.
Nobody knows what is going on in people's lives or minds but they choose to go out today.
Y/n was a semi morning person that depends on the day and the weather as most people are.
Having being waken up by the alarm clock that she forgot to deseable the night before. She curses herself for not turning it off, she tried to go back to sleep but to no avail, grunting she got out of bed and she decided to be productive she did the household chores like vacuuming the floors and mopping them, washing the piles of dirty dishes
Planning to make something extravagant she got freshen up and dressed into something comfortable but presentable she headed to the nearby supermarket which she knew that would have the things that she wanted to make the dish.
Strolling from aisle to aisle looking for what she needed, she was suddenly hit by something losing a bit her footing she stumbled back a few steps.
Looking up at her "attacker" there was a man with short blonde hair, icy blue eyes, tall, she liked tall men...her daydreams.
His face showed concern and in his cheeks were rosy pink from the embarrassment of this whole situation.
Oh my god I wasn't looking at where I was going! Didn't meen to bump into you! * he said taking a few steps ahead where y/n was* are you okay miss?
Oh yeah I am okay, just watch where you are going next time please...
I am so sorry again! I hope you are okay again...miss....?
Oh y/n nice to meet you..?
Oh yeah I am Max btw
I don't want to sound like a stalker... But have we met before? You look familiar... I can't point me finger on it tho * her eyebrows knitted together tilting her head a bit to the side.
Max panicked said *oh I don't think so...?
Oh can I get a picture though? I want to show my family their future son in law... * y/n said biting her bottom lip softly looking up to his blue eyes
Uhm sure! * max replied his cheeks red suddenly getting shy
Y/n pulled out her phone and put on the camera app getting closer to him and taking a few selfie photos.
After seeing the photos if they are good then it dawned on her, from his perspective you could hit the wheel of her mind working, flinching a bit and widen her eyes.
Oh shit! Now I remember!... * she paused looked around and leaning near his face and whisper shout * Are you Max Verstappen?
You noticed that he was taken a back for being recognised by her and she acted quickly
Sorry I won't say anything! But my sister is a big fan of f1, that's why you seem familiar! * she said hitting her forehead * Sorry I will leave you to it!
She went to take her cart to search for the rest of the things she wanted but she was stopped by him saying her name.
Y/n could I get your number by any chance? You are lovely... * max said scratching the back of his neck nervously.
Sure! Give me your phone I will put it on, how is that?
They exchanged number and went home after a bit, while going home y/n texted her sister
The best sister
You won't believe who I just met!
Lil b
Omg! Who?
The best sister
Max mother fucking Verstappen!
Lil b
Really?!? Did you take any pictures?!
The best sister
Yeah
*picture attachment *
Lil b
Omg! You are so lucky dude, I wish that was me fr!
After that y/n and Max were texting back and forth, going to low-key dates for 3 almost 4 months y/n became his gf and him wanting to take her to his home race in the Netherlands giving her a paddock pace his second card of his hotel room having fun in the paddock and meeting all of his friends, laughing and joking around at their hotel rooms playing games and everything.
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roninzuzu · 8 days
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My in depth thoughts on Taigen x Mizu cuz I'm bored asf and have nothing else to talk about (plus I said I'd do this eventually so wheee ((Also this is probably gonna be all over the place with different takes so feel free to give input in case I missed anything))
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I'm pretty sure me contributing to the Taizu/TaiMizu agenda with fanart has given the impression that I'm on the deep end as far as fucking w this ship, but honestly not really lol.
Like, I enjoy the idea of Mizu being with someone who understands her as far as her interests in sparring, not being afraid of her, and ofc actually being attracted to her (enough to get hard over her at least) because boy does she deserve to know how gorgeous she actually is (she's so pretty I wanna cry)
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But then there's also the history that they have with each other and even their present day encounters that stop me from seeing them as a straight up couple. Yeah enemy to lovers n all that, but this man would have a lot of growing to do before pursuing anything with Mizu. I've said it before in a shorter post but personally I see him as a fuckbuddy for Mizu and nothing more. But this is just my imagination and headcanon, because I think even canonically it wouldn't be (not with how Mizu seems to only want to engage in sex with someone she has a deep emotional connection with, a romantic connection. Taigen merely being spare dick to her would probably not even be possible).
So at best (canonically) I wished they'd end up as good comrades, while Mizu found someone who treats her well (similar to Ringo). I talked to a friend about this and went as far as to say Ringo and Taigen's roles should be swapped if anything, because Ringo is literally the only man who treats her like she needs to be treated. I say "needs" because she's a hurt soul. Under all that hardness she just wants love, maybe even wanting it to be unconditional (like Ringo's care for her). Some may say based on her actions she doesn't exactly "deserve" it, and with how shes treated Ringo at times it wasn't wrong of him to take his bell of and leave her be, but regardless of whether she's deserving or not she still needs something similar to what he gives her. Someone who will pull her out of her mess even after she's pissed them off, someone who won't stoop as low as to hit her where it hurts when they're angry with her, calling her a monster or a demon. Someone who sees her and admires her for whoever Mizu may be.
And of course Taigens got a bunch of prejudice to unlearn with the culture he grew up in, and being a kid who had is hella rough ig his first instinct was to find someone who was beneath him to take his frustration out on. Hes got growing to do like I said, but I don't think it should be at Mizu's expense. Not with how broken she already is. Them growing together as people sounds nice on the surface until it hits that growing, learning, and healing come with a lot of fuck ups (like the fuck up where we see taigen get angry at her and call her a demon, and also threaten to kill her when he gets back). She doesn't need that tbh, even if Taigen is still growing. He's come a long way yeah, but still. As far as Taigen's feelings for Mizu, I think they're there. I think they've been there for a while, and he damn near doesn't know what to do with them. He's also got to learn to be considerate of her and how he's hurt her, which he is also, and he tries to make up for it by being nicer to her, but then the slip up comes so eh, they're on a rocky path me thinks.
My ideal scenario would be for Mizu to find a lover that has all the qualities that Ringo has, and Taigen, regardless of his feelings for her, growing as a person and caring about her enough to actually find joy in the fact that she's found someone who cares for her, and for the two of them to stay comrades.
I'll continue to have my hcs of Mizu being loose enough to let bro hit every other Saturday tho, especially since they probably both find the same enjoyment in sparring n all that, both having a really interesting passion for it. Plus I just think she deserves good pipe. And from what I've seen Taigen's got that (okay I'll leave now GKH-)
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Warehouse Blues | Jethro Gibbs | NCIS
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No.10 (alt.12): abandoned
Working for NCIS came with risks, every federal agent, Naval or not, knew that. They were well aware of what kind of life they were giving up to help protect their country. The knowledge that something bad could happen always lingered in the back of every agent's mind. The realisation, however, sometimes never really registered.
The thoughts would ring out Well I'm careful, this would never happen to me. But it could, and it does. (Y/N), if she wasn't in so much pain, would laugh at her naivety. It was only twenty-five minutes ago that she was thinking about her plans for the evening, and whether or not she could convince Jethro to join her for a drink after work.
Despite rule twelve, Gibbs and (Y/N) had been dating for a while. It had gone swimmingly until it hadn't. The last few weeks had been tense, they ignored each other in the mornings and only just spoke when necessary during working hours. (Y/N) couldn't even remember what had caused such tension between them, she wished she had apologised now.
She had been assigned to survey a warehouse, it had long since been abandoned but Gibbs, with the evidence found by Abby, thought that the suspect they were hunting may be hiding out here. It had taken three days, and she was almost about to call it quits, before the suspect had shown up. However, instead of being alone like it had been predicted, the suspect had turned up with a hostage in tow.
(Y/N) quickly shot a text to the rest of the MCRT before rushing the building, following the suspect through the entrance that he used. The warehouse was even more desolate inside than it had orginially presented.
The pipes on the wall were rusted and leaking mysterious fluid on to the ground. The main lights no longer worked She had tried to be as stealthy as possible but the chirp of her phone's low battery alarm had revealed her position.
The suspect shot bullets rapidly and maniacally in her direction, hitting anything and everything that he could. One had lodged in her vest, knocking her to the ground. In the mania, the hostage managed to slip away, leaving only (Y/N) and her attacker left.
Still stunned for the shock of the bullet being lodged in her vest, (Y/N) was powerless as the suspect stalked over to her. By the time she felt like she could move again, he had already taken his stance over top of her, gun pointed directly at her head.
"You shouldn't have followed me, Agent." He said, moving his hand quickly, pulling the trigger simultaneously. The metal missed the vest and lodged itself into her left shoulder and her thigh.
The pain was burning hot. The shock temporarily blinded her; by the time she had the strength to open her eyes, the suspect had already left, leaving her by herself.
She tentatively lifted her right hand up to her wounded arm. The blood flowed quickly and freely. (Y/N) tried to lift herself up but failed as pain in her leg reminded her of her other wound. She crumpled into herself as she fell.
(Y/N) took a deep breath to calm herself, trying to invoke her NCIS training. Focus on the next step: survive. She knew that she wasnt getting out of her alone, she needed help. She needed Gibbs.
Febly, she took her phone out of her pocket and pressed the power button. She waited for the screen to light up. It didn't. She tried again, and again, and again. Nothing.
With what little energy she had left, she launched her phone at the wall. The little device a reminder of what help she could no longer get. With the phone gone, all she could do now was wait; wait and hope that her team would find her. Hope that Jethro wouldn't abandon her completely.
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Yuu and the Magical Power of Songs
Yuu Singer, Pomefiore (Rainbow Connection)
Yuu didn't know how to feel about the VDC/SDC result.
His friends had worked hard during practice, Epel greatly overcame his problems with Vil and managed to bring back the Pomefiore prefect after his OverBlot. Yuu believed that they would win.
But no, he had to win the Royal Sword Academy and ruin the happiness of the boys.
He had nothing against the RSA; he only knew a handful of that school, and he could only tell that his opinion of them was neutral.
The white-haired young man wished he could have participated, but the rules of the event prohibited any being with "the voice of the gods" from participating.
Schoenheit even told him that it was a shame he wasn't a member of the group as a singer, but he understood that the rule made the contest fairer.
Fortunately for Yuu, Crowley told him to do a solo show to close out the VDC/SDC.
Yuu agreed at that moment, he already had better control of his power and was excited to show it on TV…. Although he was regretting it a bit now, he was very nervous.
"Roi des chanteurs, what is the nervousness?". Rook asked Yuu. "Your gift for singing is exceptionnel." Said the hunter in a breath. "Rook is right! You have an incredible voice." Kalim exclaimed, Jamil next to him assented to that statement. "It's true Yuu. I really don't understand this silly fear, you've already sung in front of several people. Relax silly~". Said Ace with a somewhat mocking expression. Deuce hit him on the back of the neck. "Ace, don't tease." "Nya… the guys are right witty, trust your magic." Grimm told him.
Yuu smiled a little. "It's not that I don't trust my gift, the problem is that…" Yuu didn't even know what the problem was. Vil on the other hand did know. "Yuu, look at me." Yuu looked at the undisputed king of the beauty dorm. "You have a unique gift in singing and dancing, and I can tell you with complete sincerity that you are someone I aspire to be." He finished saying Schoenheit with a smile.
Everyone was shocked by that statement. Vil knew that reaction would occur, but he wasn't lying; Yuu would be the only one he would look up to and admit he was envious of him.
"Don't cry, you'll ruin the makeup." I scolded Vile at Yuu seeing the tears in his eyes. Yuu nodded determinedly. "Thank you, thank you everyone."
Everyone hugged Yuu; the young prefect couldn't feel happier. "Break yourself a leg buddy." Epel said.
That's when he decided that he would show the RSA what he was made of.
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The NRC students were upset and saddened by the result. It seemed like either the universe hated them or the institution was cursed because they never won against the RSA.
Meanwhile the RSA students present were happy, they won. Some thought their rivals deserved to win and others felt smug to be able to rub their rivals in the face with another victory.
Everyone in the arena had their opinions, but they had to admit that it was a very close VDC/SDC. As they were about to leave to enjoy the tents set up on campus, Dire Crowley took the stage.
"Good afternoon everyone". He greeted the director of NRC. This confused many because they thought the event was over. The cameramen began filming again assuming that something juicy was coming due to the rivalry between the RSA and NRC. "This year's VDC has been unique in my opinion, but I feel like it's missing something to make it great and worth remembering." Dire was enjoying everyone's confusion. Yuu's performance had been a matter that had been discussed with the educational board and the event organizers to be kept strictly secret until the public chose the winner of the VDC. "I have the pleasure and honor to present to you a young man with a gift few possess… the voice of the gods." The public was shocked. Those of the RSA even more so, those who possessed the "voice of the gods" were usually invited to join their institution. There has never been one to sign up with the NRC until now. "Give a big round of applause to Yuu Ross!" Dire exclaimed before disappearing from the stage with a snap of her fingers. He appeared behind Yuu before he went to the stage. "Show them the greatness of Night Raven College." Yuu winked and left…
The audience erupted in applause when they saw a young man with dark skin, white hair and green eyes; He wore a black shirt under a turquoise floral-patterned vest, tight black pants, turquoise thick-heeled boots, and a gold crown with gem-studded flowers. In his hand was a wooden banjo.
Yuu put his nervousness aside, everything would be fine. He glanced at Malleus, who was watching him closely. He had to talk after this because of the revelations from a few hours ago, but nothing that changed their friendship. Malleus looked visibly more relaxed when Yuu sent him a smile; there were no recons.
Yuu took a deep breath and began to play the banjo…
~Why are there so many songs about rainbows~ ~And what's on the other side?~ ~Rainbows are visions, but only illusions~ ~And rainbows have nothing to hide~
The magic worked almost instantly; the stage floor was transformed into a beautiful green grass filled with wildflowers, the pillars were filled with vines and white roses, and the screens flickered with static until they showed videos of crystal clear lakes. At the Royal Sword Academy they were speechless when they saw a fairy tale prince who was somehow from NRC and not theirs… a feeling they didn't know began to fill the hearts of the most pampered and pretentious.
Yuu looked at Vil, who was watching with the other team members to the side of the stage. With a wave of his hand, he told him to come closer; Vil looked at him and could only see a phrase engraved in those green eyes. "It's time for you to go all the way, like one of the heroes." Pomefiore's guardian walked slowly as he followed Yuu's chant.
~So we've been told, and some choose to believe it~ Vile sang.
~I know they're wrong, wait and see~ Yuu sang to him.
The Ramshackle and Pomefiore prefects looked at each other, ready to show that even if they lost the VDC they would not surrender to anything and anyone.
~Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection~ ~The lovers, the dreamers, and me~
Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Epel and Rook smiled knowingly before going to the stage. Jamil wasn't so sure until he felt a push on his foot. It was Grim. "Go silly!" He growled at the little monster. Jamil snorted before following the others with a smile. For the first time in its history, the NRC felt peace, the grudge against their rival school forgotten as they listened to a song so unique that it reminded them that they had not reached the end of the road yet.
~Who said that every wish would be heard and answered~ ~When wished on the morning star? ~ ~Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it~ ~Look what it's done so far~
Cater couldn't resist the urge and without anyone noticing he ran to the stage, he was going to give a touch with his guitar. Lilia also had the same idea, but he would go a little later and felt that it was not yet the time to include the sound of the drums.
~What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing~ ~And what do we think we might see? ~ ~Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection~ ~The lovers, the dreamers, and me~
Ambrose 63 was speechless. He never thought he would live to see the NRC students unite, putting aside the differences between his dormitories.
~All of us under its spell~ ~We know that it's probably magic~
"Your friend is certainly unique." He told Che'nya to Trey and Riddle. They nodded before beginning to clap to the rhythm of the song. Leona, who was somehow holding back tears, couldn't help but hug Ruggie around him shoulders. The hyena beastman returned the hug, also holding back tears. Jack for the first time didn't care that they saw his feelings and he shed tears at the moving meaning of the song.
Yuu's magic caused all of the NRC students to start chanting. They were aware of this and didn't care.
~Have you been half asleep, and have you heard voices? ~ ~I've heard them calling my name~
Neige was touched. He had the idea that his group and the NRC group would sing together to show unity, but this surprise performance was a thousand times better. "After so many years, you're finally you again." He thought seeing Vil so relaxed and carefree; He met that Vil, at an autograph signing and it was that meeting that motivated him to enter the world of acting. Although when the black haired one achieved his goal, the Vil he knew was gone. And now he was back. "Thank you Yuu-kun." He whispered before hugging his friends.
The most empathetic of the RSA smiled in amazement to see the NRC sing in perfect harmony thanks to Yuu's magical gift. "Maybe this was what they needed to make them better." Neige's fellow dwarves thought.
~Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors? ~ ~The voice might be one and the same~
Cater arrived backstage a bit shaken, but ready for the song's climax. When Lilia felt Cater's presence behind the scenes, he looked at Malleus and seeing him happy with the show, he disappeared from her seat. Silver looked at the empty place of the old one of him-that is, Lilia, she raised an eyebrow in confusion.
~I've heard it too many times to ignore it~
When Lilia suddenly appeared sitting on the drum kit, Cater's heart nearly stopped in shock. "Wh-what." "fufufu~ No time, ready?" the fae asked his friend. Cater smiled with his acoustic guitar ready. "Always". And they started playing to Yuu's delight.
~It's something that I'm supposed to be~
Dire Crowley couldn't be more proud of his students. Yuu had achieved something that in his years as an educator he had not been able to do … unite all of Night Raven College and give them the strength not to give up.
~Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection~~The lovers, the dreamers, and me~
A beautiful rainbow formed over the arch of the stage and the sky turned various shades of orange and red, making for a perfect sunset.
~ La-da-da-de-da-da-do ~ ~ La-da-da-da-da-de-da-do ~
The audience gave a standing ovation and applauded for such a fantastic end to the event. The NRC in its entirety, from students and teachers were made a sea of tears, even the most sullen. From his room, Idia Shroud hugged his little brother. "It was a nice song right nii-san." "Yes Ortho, yes it was." He said her feeling happiness and sadness for the song.
Vil looked at Yuu and when Yuu felt his gaze, he looked straight into his eyes. "Thank you, fellow prefect." Yuu smiled. "You're welcome Schoenheit-senpai." Yuu looked back at the audience. "Thank you all! It only remains for me to say, congratulations to the Royal Sword Academy." He said nodding to Neige. "As for the NRC…" he paused dramatically. "Remember there is still a long way to go, a round of applause to our representatives in this edition of the VDC for such a great effort." NRC students delivered; those in the group held hands and bowed to the audience.
The overbearing and pampered of the RSA finally realized what they felt… envy and fear. Envy because they had such an incredible person and fear because it seemed that said person held them together to the point that they could achieve anything, maybe beat them in their next competition...
In a small bar near the borders of Shaftlands, a old man was shocked by what he saw on television. The old man was fair-skinned, with violet-almost black iris eyes, black hair with gray almost hidden by a wool cap and wearing thick clothing due to the cold of the region. "Friend?". Asked a bartender behind the bar. "Y-yes? Sorry I was surprised by the show." The old man said, feigning emotion. "I imagine, Night Raven College really outdid itself." The waitress said before handing the man a bag. "That's 15 thaumarks/madols." The old man looked into the waitress's eyes and using his unique magic made her believe that she had already paid her. "Thanks for the food dear." The old man said before leaving. The waitress nodded a bit dazedly. The man walked along a path in the woods while he was thinking.
"Damn Nabila, and I thought you had died without giving birth." Thought the old man. Yuu Ross was the spitting image of the woman he married and lost his kingdom to. "So… Yuu, interesting name for my descendant." He whispered with a mischievous smile. "He will be mine and with his gift, my kingdom will rise again". In his hand, green magic sizzled in his hands. "Speciosus, formosus, praeclarus!". The instant he recited the incantation, his appearance changed. He was now a young man of 16, thin, with effeminate facial features and vibrant ebony hair. "It's time to go back to school." He said with a mischievous chuckle.
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absolutely-esme · 8 months
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I've been enjoying sharing some of my headcanons, so I thought I might share some little tweaks I like to make to canon when I think up possible fics.
Most of these are not exactly headcanons. These are actual changes to what happened, or interpretations different enough from the view presented that it feels like a change. They don't alter the overall flow of events much. They are mostly just changing little things that bug me into things I like better.
When Danny is talking about his situation in the first episode, Sam doesn't spontaneously switch to complaining about her parents mid-sentence. She stays on the topic of Danny's very serious and potentially existential problem, but her advice on the matter is still influenced by her relationship with her own parents.
Sam is still going through her "not like other girls" phase, but is not correct about other girls. Paulina is a whole human being with her own internal life. Girls with more traditionally feminine interests are not vapid caricatures. This primarily manifests by changing or getting rid of some bits of dialog/actions driven entirely by stereotypes.
In the episode with the dance and the dragon amulet, Paulina didn't say yes to Danny because she wanted to steal Sam's boyfriend as petty revenge for an insult. Sam calling her shallow in a creative and scathing way in front of everyone made her feel self-conscious. She felt the need to prove that she wasn't shallow; she could give the weird kid a chance.
Tucker's reason for wishing for ghost powers is not just envy. Sure that's part of it; superpowers are cool. That's not all, however. Tucker and Danny have been been friends for years. They shared everything and presumably faced everything together. Now Danny is fighting battles that Tucker can't fight alongside him. Sure, Tucker is there and helps however he can, but Danny is the only super-powered heavy hitter on the team. When he's out there grappling with some kind of nightmare monster, Tucker is on the sidelines watching him take hits and hating it. His best friend is suffering, and he's not in the trenches with him.
In the episode where Desiree makes it so that Sam never met Danny and Tucker (and Danny never became a halfa), Sam doesn't immediately set about trying to re-ghostify Danny or change his ghost form purely for her own preference. Both of these things kind of creep me out because they involve imposing on another person in a way that feels like it should merit at least some hesitation.
Upon realizing what has happened, Sam initially decides to try and deal with the ghosts herself. She needs ghost-hunting tech, and the only place to get that is the Fentons. She tries to be sneaky, but Danny notices and realizes something is up. Unfortunately, a lot of Fenton tech is less effective without Danny fixing it, and Sam is working with human limitations like the inability to fly or pass through solid objects, and even if she caught Desiree, there wouldn't be a working portal to send her through. It's not working.
Ultimately, she decides to recreate the accident, this time with her instead of Danny. Danny and Tucker catch her in the lab and confront her (because they were suspicious of this weird girl who started sneaking into Danny's house right when all this other weird stuff started happening, and they want to know what's going on). Sam is incredibly stressed after trying to deal with all this alone while simultaneously losing her two closest friends and ends up spilling everything.
Danny decides to become half-ghost again. Not because Sam dressed up in pink and wore different makeup up for him. Not because he wanted the pretty girl to like him. This person cared enough about him and his best friend that she was willing to let them go for their own sakes, even if it meant she was going to miss them. She tried so hard to protect everyone alone. She was willing to die in his place. He didn't want to let her. He also didn't want to stand on the sidelines knowing there was something he could have done, that he could have protected everyone and chose not to.
Tucker and Sam both argue against it.
Sam says something to the effect of "You're not dying because of me again!" Turns out, she's been harboring some guilt over the accident. Danny says that it's not because of her and he's making his own choice.
Tucker doesn't want his best friend to get hurt in a way that will permanently change him. If he can't talk him out of it, he at least doesn't want him doing it alone. Danny points out that they only really know that Danny can survive this. It's entirely possible that growing up exposed to ectoplasm makes a difference. The risk would be higher for Tucker and Sam.
They all argue a lot more, before settling on a course of action.
The DP symbol was something Sam had previously designed at Danny's request. He hoped that something that would make him look more like a superhero would help him be viewed a little more positively. However, they hadn't been able to figure out how to add it to his ghost form. Once she realizes she's not going to be able to change his mind, she offers to add it to his suit before he goes in. She still has the vinyl decals in her backpack. One of them mistakenly made with black material instead of white.
Rather than wishing everything back to normal during the fight, Sam simply wishes for her friends to remember her.
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cutepresea · 5 months
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So the collab does in fact involve a completely new Kanade, Hibiki, and Tsubasa from a parallel world where the technology behind Symphogears and Rider Gear both exist. Their stories are similar to their main counterparts, but slightly different for obvious reasons. The first half is up for now, but the second half should be up on a later date.
Two years ago, Kanade and Tsubasa were waiting for the Rider Gear but Orphe-Noise showed up. Tsubasa wanted to wait a bit longer, but Kanade used her Symphogear anyway, despite knowing she's at her limit using it.
After a fight, Kanade's Gear backfired and powered down, but Hibiki showed up delivering the Faiz Gear. Kanade failed to use it so she had to use her Symphogear again instead but then Hibiki ended up getting hit by an attack trying to get out of the way.
Tsubasa: Tachibana! Hang in there, Tachibana!
Kanade: So this is it, huh?
Tsubasa: ?! Kanade! What are you doing?! You can't be...
Kanade: ......Tsubasa, I've seen it. There's a flame inside you. It used to be so small, but now it burns intensely. So...don't give up on living!
Kanade used her Superb Song and died. Meanwhile Hibiki ended up with a shard of Gungnir embedded in her chest
In the present, Tsubasa is the leader of the Human Liberation Army. Other members are Ryoko, Yumi, Kuriyo, Shiori, Tomosato, Fujitaka, Ogawa and of course Hibiki fighting alongside them as Kaixa. Genjuro has been presumed dead after going missing while fighting Orphe-Noise and Tsubasa can't even use her Gear anymore due to all the times she's gotten hurt in fights as well as the trauma of seeing Kanade die right in front of her.
Everyone wonders why Hibiki can use the Kaixa Gear when Kanade failed to use the Faiz Gear, but not even Ryoko can figure it out, hypothesizing that maybe the powers of the relic in her chest and the Kaixa Gear are combining in some way.
Yumi starts talking about how on top of Faiz and Kaixa, Delta is also supposed to be a thing (and wishes she could be a Rider, so she can be like an anime protagonist. Kuriyo: "Isn't that less anime and more tokusatsu?" 😂)
Hibiki thinks it would be nice if there were three Riders, but for now she'll have to do the best she can, on Kanade's behalf. Tsubasa gets upset for a moment thinking she means she wants to replace Kanade, but Hibiki assures her she didn't mean it that way. Afterward they get an alert that there are Orphe-Noise so Hibiki leaves to fight.
Tsubasa (thinking): Tachibana...why was it you? Why were you the one who was left Kanade's power? .......Why wasn't it me instead?
After Hibiki takes out the Noise, everyone from the Liberation Army shows up to see her but then...
Genjuro shows up. Everyone is surprised because they thought he was dead. They're happy to see him but he says "You're the same as always...so stupid it's astonishing" and puts on the Delta Gear and...
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He calls them stupid a bit more, telling them that "Kamen Riders aren't some saviors. Users of Rider Gears carry the power of the Orphnoch. An evolution of humanity which has transcended death..."
He starts fighting Hibiki, but she refuses to fight, and the others keep shouting at him "This isn't you! Come to your senses! Wake up!" Genjuro decides he doesn't need the Delta Gear to take her and hits her until she falls. Tsubasa decides she's seen enough.
Tsubasa: "Some evolution! You've completely lost your human heart, you've DEvolved!"
Genjuro: "Heh, should you really be the one saying that, considering you can't use a Symphogear anymore? Tsubasa Kazanari, wouldn't that make you the one who's devolved?"
Before leaving, Genjuro informs them that the Orphnoch King is none other than...Fudou Kazanari.
Later, Hibiki is asleep while the others discuss what just happened.
Ryoko tells them that while Orphe-Noise normally turn anything they touch to ash, there are some humans who have adapted to this power, die, and come back to life, now with the power of Orphe-Noise--"Orphnoch"
Ogawa and Fujitaka come back in with intel that the Orphnochs have an organization called Smart Brain, which was formed with the intention of wiping out humanity, and that their leader is, in fact, Fudou Kazanari as Genjuro claimed before.
Everyone has a hard time accepting this, since the Kazanaris are sentinels who protect mankind and yet here are a couple of them trying to destroy everyone.
Yumi tries to stay cheerful, saying that Kamen Rider will save them, but that's Kuriyo's breaking point. "Stop saying such careless nonsense! To hell with Kamen Rider! The Commander almost killed Bikki after he transformed!"
Then Shiori pipes in: "He said it himself, that Kamen Riders aren't saviors--that power of evolution is only allowed to Orphnochs. And if that's true, then Tachibana-san is also..."
...So Hibiki was awake and heard everything. She thinks they all think less of her now and runs off. Tsubasa gets mad at the others, "How much blood has Tachibana shed for us up until now?!" And they apologize. They never meant to point fingers at her, they're just anxious after what happened with Genjuro.
Afterward Tsubasa goes to the place where Kanade died, asking what she should do, the Liberation Army is falling apart and the burden of leadership is becoming too heavy for her. Hibiki comes up and says that she also comes to this place to talk to Kanade sometimes when things get tough.
Tsubasa tries to apologize to Hibiki for before, but she says it's not something she really has to apologize for. But she still apologizes and admits to Hibiki that she's been envious of her this whole time since she hasn't been able to fight, and on top of that her grandfather is the leader of their enemy. She feels completely worthless because of this.
To which Hibiki replies that she's also been troubled, that she's been suppressing her weakness this whole time, fighting desperately, but against the Commander, she couldn't even give it her all. She wondered if it would've been easier if she had just died together with Kanade that day, but then she remembered the words Kanade said back then.
Tsubasa: "Don't give up on living"
Hibiki: "Right, those words. And so I'll keep fighting without giving up. Even if I really am an Orphnoch, I'll still keep fighting for humanity, not giving up until the very end."
Before trying to leave Tsubasa says, "Tachibana, you're human. You're Kanade's successor...and you're our hero" and thanked her because talking helped her get over things a bit. Hibiki insists on going with her but Tsubasa refuses at first, telling her to go back to the others, but Hibiki goes "We're friends right?" "...Friends? Yes, that's right." "Then we should walk side by side, shouldn't we?"
So they leave together.
And then
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startanewdream · 1 year
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#6 - DANCE, for @hinnymicrofic
Is this a canon missing moment? Possibily not, but bear with me.
The Burrow was eerily silent as Harry walked down. He wasn’t really paying attention, but as he passed in front of the bathroom on the second floor, the smell of flowers overwhelmed him; the door of the bathroom was ajar, showing the remains of the mist inside, and he knew that Ginny had just taken a bath.
The memory of everything they had shared that day — his birthday kiss — popped up in his mind, almost as if that hadn’t been the reason why sleep eluded him; his creative mind kept insisting in showing scenarios of what might have been if they hadn’t been interrupted—
Stop that, he told himself severely. They had broken up for a reason and that kiss — and everything else he wished they had done — would not change it.
He forced himself to keep walking down, and avoided looking in the direction of her room as he passed the first landing, even though he could see the light was up. But when he reached the kitchen, he realised that all his effort was for nothing; Ginny was there, mumbling to herself as she went around to finish a tea for herself. 
For a moment, he just stared at her profile, at her face lit by the lights of the stove: the blue and red flames cast shadows over her face, made the brown of her eyes shine warmly, highlighted how gorgeous she was, standing there in her slightly too short nightgown, her wet hair combed in a quick braid. He could stay there and look at her forever, without tiring, but the minute that Ginny’s head turned to him, Harry looked away.
There was a moment of silence; he could still feel the feel of her lips against his.
“Do you want some tea?” She asked calmly, and once again Harry envied how she could pretend nothing had happened earlier that day.
“Sure,” he agreed, sitting on the other side of the table while she served two cups. “Thanks.”
“It helps me sleep.”
“I could use that.”
“Bad dreams?” She asked, with a sympathetic look that Harry couldn’t face.
“No, I—” I dream about you. “Just everything.”
“I know.” He didn't doubt that she knew. “I—”
But her voice shutted down as they heard the sound of boards creaking somewhere in the house, then a door being shut quietly.
Harry felt guilty at once; he promised to stay away—
“Don’t worry,” Ginny told him as if she could read his mind. “This is just Bill, probably.” She was rolling her eyes. “Something tells me he doesn’t care about the tradition of not seeing the bride before the wedding.”
He flushed with the implication in her words; Ginny chuckled.
“Well,” Harry tried, “it’s not midnight yet, so it doesn’t count.”
“So it’s your birthday still,” she noted, and for a second their eyes met; Harry thought about her birthday gift, at that blissful moment they shared, and he wished there wasn't a table between them, that he could pull her closer and—
He looked away.
“How does it feel, being seventeen?”
Harry breathed slowly. “I thought it would be different, but honestly, other than this—” He flickered his wand, turning on the lights of the kitchen. “It’s the same. You’ll see next year.”
He intended to say it with a smile, but a strange melancholy took control of him. Next year. He didn’t know if he would be there for her seventeenth birthday, he wouldn’t share her joy with silly spells, he wouldn’t give her a birthday kiss—
“Oh, I can’t wait,” she said, her voice bright even though her hands were gripping the cup tensely. “Fred and George won’t know what hit them.” He laughed, letting her words dissipate his worries. She rested her cup on the table. “I should go—I have to wake up ridiculously early tomorrow. Perks of being the maid of honour.”
“Why?”
“I have to look presentable—Merlin knows it's pointless, between Fleur and Bill this wedding will already exceed the quota of beautiful people—”
“You are beautiful,” he said without thinking, and even after he did think about it, Harry didn’t want to take his words back, feeling bold even as his heart was racing in his chest. Ginny hesitated for a moment, then she seemed to dismiss his words.
“That’s just makeup,” she said calmly. “You will wear one as well, cousin Barny.” She took a deep breath. “Save me a dance, will you?”
“I—I can’t.”
Her eyes betrayed her annoyance. “No one will know—”
“I will know. And this… this is hard enough without—” Without being close to you, Harry thought. Without sharing a dance with you fearing all the time that I won’t share anything else. “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be, I—” Ginny forced a smile on her face; Harry hated it—they had shared too many happy, beautiful, truthful smiles before. “It’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“No,” she agreed. “But there will be other dances.” And when Harry opened his mouth to remember that he couldn’t make any promises, her eyes blazed with defiance. “There will be, Harry.” She left no room for argument. “Good night.”
“Night,” he replied belatedly, watching her go away.
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endless-ofdreams · 1 year
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hiii! i don't know if you take requests or not but if you do, can i ask for something more of your yan!jester oc? i don't know exactly what but i'm sure whatever you write will be amazing
(i really loved your fic so much i was blushing and kicking my feet tbh)
thank you!
satyrn note: i'm going to fucking kms because i wrote something for this and tumblr restarted AND DELETED EVERYTHING LIKE WHAT THE FUCK, FUCK YOU @staff
anyways, i will write it again just because it isn't your fault and i want to give you more of jester. 👍 sorry if it's short though, i want to take a nap and the anger i have it's overwhelming-
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“ My Queen! ” Ziszek, your jester, exclaimed while running to you. The bells in his hat making some guards chuckle when he passed by them on the castle's garden.
You turn around to him, a butterfly setting itself in one of your fingers. “ My jester. ” You said with a smile.
Ah. Your jester. He loved every time you called him that.
“ A letter! ” He raises the piece of paper in his hands, panting as he tries to gain his breathing. “ For you. ”
You leave the butterfly in one of the many flowers your garden have, taking the letter from his hands; almost giving him a heart attack when your fingers brushed his gloved ones.
You open the letter and start reading it with a smile. But it quickly changed when you almost finished.
When a frown replaced your smile, Ziszek frowned as well.
“ Something wrong, your majesty? ”
You gulp before shaking your head. “ No, no. Just... it seems like my maester is still moving things, even in the afterlife. ”
Ziszek frowns, adorably tilting his head in confusion.
Closing the letter and looking to an specific flower, you sigh.
Silence engulfs the moment before you smile, a polite smile, one that you practiced to hide your true emotions. “ It's from a prince. He wishes to meet. ” You turn around, fixing some flowers to distract yourself; missing the green eyed monster watching you from behind. “ It's alright, after all, it's my duty as the Queen to get married and find a King for my kingdom. Sacrifice is royalty. ” You repeat your father's common phrase to use whenever you didn't want to do something.
You really didn't want to get married. You, as naive as you could be, still wanted a fairytale meeting with your prince charming. Not arranged meetings or princes that wish to have you only for your title or land.
But you will obey.
Meanwhile, Ziszek is fuming.
How dare he.
How fucking dare he.
It seems like he wasn't convincing enough with the maester's death. Or your parents'. Or the duke!
But not to worry, he is always available to deliver the message. Across the country, even, if it's necessary.
“ — don't you? ”
Ziszek shakes his head, the bells on his hat making a funny sound that makes you giggle, raising your hand to your lips failing at covering your smile. He almost forgot his anger.
“ P-pardon? ” He stutters.
You shake your head. “ Not to worry. It was nonsense, just my insecurities being the centre of attention. ”
He wants to scream.
He was so occupied in thinking how could he kill that prince that he didn't paid attention to you.
He is already ruining things for the two of you!
“ I shall go, must consult this. ” You mutter the last part, raising your dress a bit to walk comfortably.
He doesn't even seem to register your goodbye before the guards close the palace door behind you.
Ziszek storms to his room (which you sent to be built as a birthday present) and slams the door after he enters.
His hands are shaking, his hat is almost falling and his makeup is a bit smudged.
He doesn't even know where to begin in his grief.
He should've trusted his instincts, he should've hide the letter or, at least, read it before delivering it. He should've done something!
He feels like sobbing when his knees hit the ground, his hat falling to his lap. One of his hands grab it and in mere seconds, he turns into a monster.
He starts hitting the ground as he screams, “ THAT FUCKING BASTARD! ” his fist clutching the hat for dear life, its bells whining at the contact with the floor while his heart feels like it's being ripped out.
He is going to torture him, he will tear that prince's eyes out, burn them, cut his fingers one by one, shave his head with the dagger you gifted him (in fear of your parent's asssasin killing him, oh you silly girl) and then slit his throat.
Everytime you leave the room, he feels like his body will melt. When your face has a frown, he puts on the biggest performance ever to make you smile. If something goes wrong, he will fix it; you don't need to lift a finger. And if you were a sadistic beauty, he would kill himself for your entertainment as well.
He would die for you.
So why shouldn't he kill for you too?
When he finishes with his tantrum, his hands are trembling because of the pain; he's sure that they are a flaming red underneath the velvety gloves, some bells fell off his hat, his hair is disheveled covering half of his eyes and his makeup is almost gone.
He sniffs, patting his bed a few times before grabbing a doll. A doll that resembles you, and that he made. He hugs it as he continues to cry.
“ My dearest. ” He whispers, a hiccup interrupting him before sobbing. “ Nothing will take you away— I will defend you from the vultures all my life if you need me to. ”
He raises the doll as well as his head, his smudges makeup makes it seem like he is wearing a frown instead of a crazy smile.
“ Order it. ” He says, caressing the doll's cheeks with a giggle; it feels as soft as yours, as soft as when he caressed them while you were sleeping peacefully after a big meeting with the church leaders. “ Command me, my love. ”
The doll's head falls to the side which makes him stand up in a swift movement, laughing like a maniac as he jumps around with the doll in his arms.
“ As you wish! ” He screams with a smile, closing his eyes as he falls to bed, wishing to dream about you before sneaking at midnight to kill the boy that wishes to ruin the happiness he spent so many years building.
You should hide the castle's letters from now on.
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Can we hear more thoughts on Oliver Banks pls
I love him so much he is literally so funny and fascinating like we all talk about how wild his ep 121 statement was with the impersonating and sneaking onto a boat to take a fat nap and how that was hilarious, but see also this bit from his ep 11 statement:
"Even more surprising was that my forward motion brought me over the edge of Canary Wharf’s roof and I fell. I plummeted, I don’t know how far, until I hit the ground with a crack. I would have expected this to wake me but instead I simply lay there, spasmed by dream-pain, you know, the knowledge of pain without the white heat of nerves."
He went splat. He just. Fell and went splat in his dream. And just laid there for a while. That's so fucking funny to me, man.
Also the entire thing with ep 168 like literally what was up with that. Out of every domain Jon Looked At and gave a statement for, Oliver was the only one (that I recall) where someone Gave the statement to Jon. That was Oliver speaking to and through Jon, telepathically beaming his gay little coroner's report into his brain like Why Do We Not Talk About This Why Did Oliver Get To Do That. It is both fascinating and very funny because how exactly did that work. Was it
A) Oliver beaming the formatted report into Jon with his own weird mind powers he has for some reason
B) Jon finding a physically written report with his eye powers and reading off that
C) Oliver just sitting very still in his domain thinking really hard about his gay little report ever since Jon stepped foot into his domain to prepare for Jon's supernatural IBS
Also I just looked over a smidge of the 168 transcript and I just. I wish so badly he could've had a voice appearance. Like if you think about it there wasn't too much reason they couldn't have done it in terms of like. Episode structure, and not much would've changed. The way Oliver talks about his emotional state and state of being tells us he wouldn't have run away like Simon did should Martin be present to start threatening murder, and there's a chance he was also Physically Incapable Of Moving. Like. "I am a fixed point" How Much So, Mr Banks. Are you vibing in your gay little goth treehouse?? Are you tangled in death roots, binding you to a spot in your domain, unable to move?? Are you simply so sleepy and constantly fading in and out of consciousness in a fancy death bed?? Please tell me I would love to know.
And of course the idea of Martin actually meeting Oliver has so much potential to it obviously. Martin getting more jealous because Oliver is Hot(TM), Oliver being basically dead inside apart from being very into Martin once he sees him and Jon fucking with both of them as a result because it's funny, etc. Also I just miss his voice and wish he had more of it. I love him so much. I need more juxtaposition between his statement manner of speaking and his normal one. Give me all the Oliver stutters. I need to hear a yawn.
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yourheartonfire · 2 years
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"In every losing fight there's a window," Mentor had said, all those years ago, "between the moment you realize you can't win and the moment it's too late to retreat. Everyone loses sometimes. You'll survive - if you don't get caught outside the window."
Something coiled around the protagonist's ankle and yanked them back to the present. They hit the slimy pavement hard on their hip. A familiar form stood over them - between them and the only exit from this dead-end alley.
"Is that a whip?" the protagonist gasped as they lurched to their feet to circle backwards, scrubbing the rainwater and blood out of their eyes. "A little kinky, don't you think?"
The antagonist curled the long leather tail through their hands - so deceptively human looking, if you ignored the claws. They weren't even breathing hard. Not that the antagonist breathed or got cold or tired. Oh god the protagonist was screwed. "It seemed appropriate for this confrontation," the antagonist said mildly, wrinkling their nose in distaste as they glanced up at the sky dumping rain on them both.
"Oh this is a confrontation?" the protagonist sneered, trying to keep their hands steady as they raised their silver edged sword. The antagonist hadn't brought any other weapon and wasn't that a taunt. The protagonist was going to lose. They had to keep the window open as long as possible.
"Yes." The antagonist crossed their arms, red eyes gleaming in the streetlight. "You see, [protagonist], I need you alive. And you are trying to get yourself killed. Now what are we going to do about that?"
The protagonist gaped. Thunder boomed in the distance. "You want me alive?" they sputtered, focusing on the least worrying part of the antagonist's statement. "You've been trying to kill me for years!"
The antagonist rolled their eyes. "First of all, if I wanted you dead I'd have snapped your neck like that. It would be easy; you've smelled like whiskey and exhaustion and old bruises for weeks. Second, well." They smoothed their wet hair over their left ear, missing the top chunk the protagonist had taken out in their first encounter years ago. "We've had our differences in the past but I've never wished you - or [mentor] - dead. You might say you and your kind are a necessary evil."
The protectionist choked out a laugh. "You calling me evil. Now that's funny."
They sidled right, as if circling. The antagonist matched steady parallel, firmly between the protagonist and the exit, and gave a fanged smile. "Hunters keep the more impulsive members of my community in check. You cull the destructive and the foolish, and deter others who do not otherwise see the value of discretion. Which is why I find your recent self-destructive streak in the wake of [mentor]s death so alarming."
"Sounds like not your problem," the protagonist said, giving a desperate look around again for any other exit. Nothing.
"You know you're not the first person to lose someone," said the antagonist, closing in, backing the protagonist towards the alley corner. "You know how many people I've lost?"
"Oh poor you!" The protagonist raised their sword, even as their muscles screamed in protest. "Come over here, I'll take the pain away."
"Is that what you want, one of us to take the pain away?" The antagonist kept pressing in. "You think this is what [mentor] would have wanted? Seeing you get sloppy? Reckless?"
"You keep her name out of your filthy mouth," the protagonist snarled, heat rushing through them, all thoughts of retreat suddenly gone.
The antagonist tilted their head, red eyes lit with a horrible, gut wrenching understanding.
"Oh, [protagonist]," they said with awful compassion. "It wasn't your fault."
The protagonist howled and flung themselves forward in an attack.
The antagonist easily ducked the first two wild swings, leapt in a blur of motion. The protagonist flung themself to the side and took the blow on their shoulder, their silver edged sword ringing out as it skittered across the pavement - and under a dumpster.
The protagonist made a frantic dive after it, only to be caught halfway in a pair of impossibly strong arms. The protagonist screamed and kicked their weight back with all their might. They toppled together, landing ass first on the slick pavement. The antagonist did not let go, even as the protagonist thrashed wildly.
"Let it out," they whispered, tightening their grip. "You need to hurt, I'll hurt you. You need to be held? I'm right here. Stay with me. Please."
The protagonist turned their head into the antagonist's chest and gave themself up to gasping sobs. Cradled against their enemy's chest, they wept uncontrollably until their throat hurt and the rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle.
"Come home with me," the antagonist whispered, tucking the protagonist's head closer, running clawed fingers through their tangled hair. "Just until you're better."
It took a long time to get better.
Now continued here
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deq22rawf · 1 year
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Flowers for the Moon
Diluc ⎯ The Dark Side of Dawn
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synopsis ⎯ after weeks of waiting for him to come back after a mission, you finally grow impatient as you try to find him, not knowing that he cheated on you for someone else.
warnings : cheating, reader catching him cheat (even though he wouldn't), crying???, sobbing and slight cursing. also not proofread.
authors note : woohoo! i finally had the motivation of writing (also this was a fucking re-write of the previous diluc story hehe. also how to word count)
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It was a stormy evening at Dawn Winery, the rain was pouring as little taps by the window were cause by the rain. It was cold, so cold. You wished you had Diluc with to cuddle with you during this stormy night, actually when was he going to come back? You can't wait to suprise him when he came back!
Your lights was still on, writing a poem you would read out loud once he came back, I'm sure he'll love this poem! You said to yourself, you were such a naive person back then, falling in love so easily which caught the attention of your now husband, Diluc.
Your mind was starting to wander as you suddenly snap back to reality, what time was it? 10pm? 11pm? 12am? You didn't know, your eyelids were feeling heavier than ever as you dropped the pain, ready to go to sleep.
You plopped yourself down onto the bedsheets, clutching tightly at the pillows imagining it was Diluc. You soon fell asleep as you dreamt of Diluc finally hugging you after weeks.
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The sunlight brushing your face ever so slightly as you were still clutching the pillow. You woke to the sound of the doors of the mansion opening, was Diluc finally home?! Were you finally going to have dinner with him again? Breakfast and lunch?! You stood up with excitement, running down to the stairs like a kid excited to open their presents.
Your reality was crushed to see that it was just Kaeya, smiling and waving back at you as your messy hair was covering your face. You let out a slight smile as you walked up the stairs once more, ready to get dressed for work.
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"Are you alright Y/N? You seemed to be a little... Lonely hm? Do you need my company?"
"Ahaha, no Kaeya, I'm just fine on my own, I'm not THAT lonely you know!"
You gave him a playful push as you grin at him, he was right you know, you were a little lonely since Diluc still wasn't back yet, I mean he did tell you he was going to be gone for a couple of weeks.
Your train of thought was immediately cut off as you hit a pole, making your fall on your butt.
"Fuck! That hurt!"
Kaeya chuckled. "You do have a tendency to be clumsy, make sure to be aware next time, okay? I don't want to see you have a bruise on your forehead."
You rolled your eyes. "Yeah yeah, I know, I'm not a little kid Kaeya."
"I'm just saying." Kaeya pulled you up.
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The town was quieter than usual, the people were whispering and looking at you and Kaeya, they didn't really think you were cheating on him.. Right?
"Don't listen to them Y/N." His eyes peeled on the road, keeping his smug face.
"But, how can I not? They're whispering about us."
"I'm sure it's not us, maybe someone else? Like my brother?" He gave a slight hum as he kept walkong with you.
Finally, you reached the doors of the 'Knights of Favonius' where your husband keep saying that they're always so inefficient. You quite missed him berating them infront of you.
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"There. Is. So. Much. Paperwork."
You muttered to yourself, your hair disheveled as you kept writing down report on who is the infamous Abyss Order's 'prince.' Luckily there was Jean on your side who kept you sane through the whole day, usually giving you coffee or snacks.
Finally, the day has ended as you waved your goodbyes to Jean, Lisa and Klee. Walking down the cobblestone road with Kaeya as he hummed.
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"Hey Kaeya."
He stopped humming as he gave you a questioning gaze.
"What is it, Y/N?"
"When will Diluc finally come home?"
He pretends to think about it for a moment, his hands brushing over his chin.
"In three days or so, it's just a guess."
"I hope so."
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The cold night of Monstadt always gave you comfort, the moonlight illuminating the city as a gust of wind headed both your way. Slight crickets could be heard amongst the trees as you were picking flowers.
The cool breeze was running through you hair as Kaeya was quiet while walking towards the large mansion.
"I guess this is my stop, Kaeya. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."
"I bid you farewell, Y/N. Goodnight." His form was walking away from the mansion, the slight jingle of his boots were slowly fading away.
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You opened the mansion doors as all the maids were asleep, was it already 10 o' clock? Nevermind, it's time for you to sleep. You changed into your pajamas as you went in and hopped into your bed, falling asleep immediately after a long day of working.
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9:30 am
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It was Saturday, a day where you could do anything. Sadly nothing interesting happened, just Jean strolling around Monstadt with Klee as she almost blowed up Katheryn's booth, Kaeya sitting on a bench reading something. Lisa was nowhere to be found surprisingly and Diluc was still on that mission.
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Sunday.
It was Sunday.
You were growing fucking impatient, just where was he you thought to yourself, its been 3 weeks since you last saw him. So finally, you decided to put matters in your own hands as you checked all of the most common spots where you could find him, you asked Katheryn where he was and she didn't know either.
Just where the hell was he?!
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Every day, you were growing impatient more and more and more. You missed him so much, you missed the way he smiled, you missed the ways he cuddled with you, gave you kisses, whisper sweet nothings into your ears, massaging your back. You had missed Diluc, every day was tearing you apart more and more until you finally asked a person that could had gave you a lead.
He was last seen in Springvale, talking to a person and he immediately ran off.
So you promised yourself, you promised yourself to go to Springvale tommorow.
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Thursday, 12:44 PM.
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You were strolling around Monstadt once more with Kaeya as you suddenly asked him a question.
"Hey um, Kaeya."
"Hm? Is there anything you need Y/N?"
"Is it possible you could accompany me to.. Springvale today?" You looked at him.
"Hmm.. Let me think... Of course, I'm free today anyway."
Your eyes lit up with excitement. "Really?! Come on let's go!"
"Alright, alright. Let's go." He chuckled.
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As you were walking to Springvale, you suddenly got an uneasy feeling from your gut, like there was something bad that was going to happen, you ignored the feeling and kept walking.
Finally, you arrived to Springvale, you never been hear for a long while. The wind brushing through your hair as the people were chatting away happily, some kids playing and some people strolling around.
Suddenly you noticed a familiar red haired person walking towards an alleyway with a person, it looked like another.. Woman.
"Hey.. Kaeya, can you stay here for a moment."
"Of course, I'll wait for you. It's not like I'm going to disappear like my brother." He laughed.
"You're such a tease, Kaeya." You rolled your eyes playfully.
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Your heart was racing faster than ever as you approached the alleyway, not knowing about what's going to happen. When suddenly, a shocking reality hit you.
"She'll never know, Donna."
"Hmm~ Are you sure, Master Diluc? I feel like she's just here, staring at us." She said, kissing his cheek lovingly.
He kissed her back. "She'll never know, alright?" His hands were by her waist as they were both having a full make-out session. You couldn't believe your eyes as hot tears spilled down your face.
You couldn't look back as you ran away from the scene, back to Kaeya.
You hugged him tightly and cried into his chest, his confused deamenor looking down at you.
"Are you... Alright Y/N?"
"N-No! I'm not fucking okay Kaeya! H-He's fucking cheating on me with someone else!" Your tears was staining his clothes, he was starting to hug you tightly, wrapping his arms around your back.
"I w-want.. To.. Leave Kaeya.. I don't want to come back.."
"Let's go.. Then... We'll talk in the morning, alright? You can stay by my house if you want to." He kissed your forehead as he played with your hair, hugging you tightly.
"Please let's just go!" You begged and pleaded with him, your tears couldn't stop, his hands were wrapped around your fingers delicately.
"Whatever you say, Y/N." As he held your hand while walking, not noticing Diluc was staring right at you with regret, shame and digust. How could he be so.. Obvious? Shameless? How could he cheat on someone that only wanted to love him back. He knows he can't repair this relationship, soon enough your heart will belong to someone else.
Someone else that isn't him.
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authors note 2 ⎯ I AM SO SORRY IF THIS IS SHIT LMAO, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING THIS MUCH (also my hands hurt)
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