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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Spoiled [Shiki x Rebecca x Weisz]

an: born from a conversation with a friend of both Rebecca and Weisz being lucky with their man, Shiki. It quickly turned into lewd thoughts in my mind and I had to write it down.

pairing: Shiki Granbell x Rebecca Bluegarden x Weisz Steiner

warnings: established poly relationship, set well after the time skip, lil bit of power dynamics, blowjobs, pussy eating, anal fingering, pussy fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, unprotected anal sex, threesome, a Shiki sandwich basically

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The soft hush of the apartment was broken by a low groan that she knew very well - intimately so. The undercurrent of neediness to trace that deep masculine voice brought a knowing smirk to the pink glossed lips of their owner. Rebecca kicked out of her shoes as quietly as possible before padding on arched feet toward the door that stood only slightly ajar at the end of the hall. The apartment was bathed in black velvet from the lateness of the hour, the only light source emanating from the very room she was desperate to slip into. An almost sensually inviting shaft of light spread across the bare floorboards, coaxing her forward with a metaphorical crooked finger. It forced the heart in her chest to palpitate, banging against her ribs as her thigh pressed together. Graced with feline agility, her hips swayed from side to side as the light haze of alcohol dissipated in the wake of carnal intrigue. Her silver sequinned dress rustled from her lithe movements, the tight material hugging around her hips as all manner of indecent images speared through her mind.

There were plenty to choose from, after all, because she could consider herself a truly lucky woman, for she was not blessed with one but two handsome boyfriends at the same time who loved her with all their hearts.

Many would probably call such a relationship blasphemy, but the ash-blond woman could care less what strangers thought about her.

The only thing that counted for her was her own emotions and how she felt for two men that made her every day a dream come true.

Shiki and Weisz were both sweethearts, always looking out for her even though they loved to tease her a lot, often even teaming up against her.

The beginning of their relationship had been difficult indeed, for they had to figure out a lot of stuff, but once all of that had been finished, all three of them could allow themselves to fall into the bliss come true that embraced them constantly.

Weisz loved Shiki and her, Shiki loved Weisz and her and she loved Shiki and Weisz. A three-way relationship that couldn't function any better and she was fairly sure that none of them had expected things to turn out like this.

But in the end, all of them had been really happy about that development and by the lewd noises from their shared bedroom, Rebecca knew her men were currently enjoying the benefits of their circumstances.

Dainty fingers wrapped around the cool metal handle, pressing forward lightly and bringing her other hand up to curl around the frame in hopes of halting the tell-tale squeak of the door.

She felt giddy at her success, exuberance close to dancing through her veins, but it was quickly replaced by rampant arousal as she peered through the larger gap that was created.

The monstrously oversized bed ate up the majority of the space - well, it simply had to be large enough to accommodate two hulking males and a female known for star-fishing in her sleep.

The trio had a tendency to rotate sleeping positions and it was a running joke that the nights where Rebecca slept in the middle would mean little comfort for Shiki or Weisz. Sure, it started out nice and cosy with the boys wrapped around her slender frame but once she was deep asleep, the restless limbs started and so did the kicking.

They often wondered what she dreamed about, feeling sorry for any phantom enemies as she was clearly kicking the shit out of them, but they never found the courage to ask.

Come morning, Weisz and Shiki were droopy-eyed and yawning. Pushed to the very edges of a mattress that should be more than big enough for them all to sleep comfortably.

However, there was certainly no sleeping going on at the moment. Weisz was sprawled at the top of the bed, eyes closed with one arm resting behind his head whilst the fingers of the other danced through a forest of ebony hair. His lightly tanned skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, only highlighting the tight coil of muscles that spread across his torso.

Shiki lay between his parted thighs, one arm holding him slightly up on the mattress and the other held tightly to Weisz’s powerful thigh, blunt nails leaving tiny crescent indentations in the skin.

The blonde interloper sucked in a breath, lip tucked tightly beneath her pearly teeth at the sight of Shiki’s bobbing head and the way his hips rutted against the mattress.

They were Gods among men; the raw strength displayed by the rippling of honed muscles only bested by the ardent sexual tension and energy that buzzed throughout the grand room. It was headier than any alcohol and she quickly became entranced by the wet slurps mingled with throaty groans.

“Did you have a nice night, kitten?”

The gravel-laced voice of Weisz made Rebecca startle, a vivid blush coating her cheeks as she blinked rapidly and had the decency to avert her gaze as she entered the room fully.

She noted that Shiki had tried to turn his head, shoulders rising until Weisz spoke once more, “don’t stop demon boy, not unless you want us all to go put our pyjamas on and end the fun now.”

There was a muffled whine, a catch in Weisz’s throat before he could regain composure with the dark head moving once more.

“He has been a whiny mess all evening, it was the only way I could think to occupy his mouth,” Weisz offered as an explanation with an almost casual shrug of his shoulders.

Yet, Rebecca knew better.

Knew that Weisz would have worried endlessly over Shiki’s sour mood and sought to change it in any way he could. That it brought them both pleasure, all the better. The thin veil of indifference was close to being entirely cast aside, Weisz’s relationship with the blonde girl and the dark-haired boy had steadily eaten away at his resolve to remain aloof, and it was nice to see the changes.

“Poor baby,” Rebecca cooed.

Her confidence returned, bolstered by the lustful rake of the blond’s stare. He was stripping her bare with his gaze alone, and it spoke to that dark curling fire in the pit of her stomach.

She strode for the bed, ensuring her hips swayed under the watchful eye of her boyfriend. She knelt on the bed, her dress taut over her plush rump and crawled to a position where she could run her fingers through the feather-soft black locks.

Shiki groaned at the initial touch, rubbing his head against her palm like an especially friendly feline, which was an excellent way to describe the man.

From this angle, she caught an obsidian eye, watched it take in what he could from this position and then roll to the back of his head in delight. Drool was escaping from the corners of his mouth, dripping over Weisz’s heavy balls and sliding to the sheets.

“Why was he in a bad mood?” she asked without taking her eyes off the man in question.

“He wanted to crash your night out, demon boy missed our little kitten.”

“Aww,” she purred affectionately, “you’re so cute Shiki.”

Her nails wandered down his bare spine, tiptoeing until she could swirl circular patterns into his tight butt, enjoying the clinch and appearance of dimples on the cheeks.

“Hmm, indeed,” Weisz groaned, a jolt running through his body at whatever the man being spoken about had just done with his mouth.

“I told him it was girls' night and he wouldn’t stop pouting. Said that we were honorary girls and that you wouldn’t mind. That’s how we ended up here, as you can see our boy is feeling especially needy tonight.”

Weisz gestured to the frantic movement of Shiki’s hips as they ground against the bed, chasing friction in whatever way he could get it.

“I think we should take care of him, don’t you?”

Crystal blue irises met emerald green, and a smirk unfurled on the male’s face as Rebecca batted her lashes in suggestion.

“We’ll spoil him at this rate, but I guess you’re right. But,” he continued quickly, “I want a kiss first.”

Rebecca could hardly deny the smirking blond, crawling further up the bed until her lips ghosted above his own. Caught in the intense burn of green emeralds.

Weisz gripped the back of her head, tugging her into place. Their lips met, firm but not rough. Mouths slanted as the kiss deepened, Rebecca licked into Weisz's mouth and swallowed his answering moan.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you look?" he inquired when they broke apart for air. A slow thumb dragged across her lower lip.

"Only a couple hundred times before I left," she giggled in response, nuzzling her nose against his skin and gazing down at the man making wet slurping noises between Weisz's thighs.

"Shiki, need you."

Eyes of liquorice fixed Rebecca in place, she flushed under the intensity of his stare and the sight of Weisz's saliva-soaked cock appearing from the depths of his throat was sinful.

She was entranced as he raised the back of his hand to wipe at the excess drool that had slid to his chin, crawling up the tanned torso until he could press his lips to hers.

Weisz clutched at the pair of them, a hand on each arm as the blonde girl and the ebony-haired boy made out like horny teenagers. Tongues swirled in the expanse between their joined mouths, tasting and exploring as if it were their very first kiss.

Rebecca found herself pressed between two equally hungry men - her men - she sent thanks up to the heavens for giving her this divine gift.

Shiki pressed urgent kisses to her throat, teeth nipping at her pulse point as Weisz planted open-mouthed kisses on her shoulders and back, sweeping her hair over one shoulder for more access.

Her dress was no longer covering her rump, hitched around her waist - a waist that Weisz was stroking, having seated her fully on his lap. She reached for the aching erection that pressed against her flimsy g-string, fisting from the base and pumping with ease given how slick it was.

Shiki whined, pressing his own throbbing cock against her thigh and leaving a trail of his pre to glisten on her soft skin. The heat was all-encompassing, the trio of lovers trapped in a tornado of fiery lust.

How she found herself pressed to all fours with a steady hold on Shiki's cock, her mouth inching closer, she wasn't truly sure. It had been a whirlwind of movement as Weisz controlled the situation, as he often did.

No longer was he laid back in the bed, he knelt behind Shiki with an arm snaked around his waist, hand exploring along his happy trail before rising to tweak at his darkened nipples.

Emerald eyes peered over the tawny shoulder, twinkling with mirth as Shiki writhed in his hold and forced Rebecca to tighten her grip on his shaft. She could well imagine what the engineer was up to back there, the obvious jerk of hips evidence enough to the prep work that was starting in earnest.

A hand turned Shiki's head to the side, and Rebecca squirmed at the pleasure-inducing sight of her two men kissing. Lips soft and sweet, loving nibbles and breathless moans.

The blonde lowered her eyes away from the hypnotizing sight, pressing kitten licks to the quivering tip of his cock and lapping at the slit to collect more of the pearlescent liquid that emerged.

Her tongue traced along his length until her nose nestled against his pelvis, she traced a hand to cup his balls and met the hand of Weisz. His digits were coated in smooth, silky lube as he worked to open up the male to his touch. She nearly giggled but forgot her amusement when Shiki took advantage of her parted lips, pressing into her wet cavern with a hiss.

The tang of salt enveloped her tongue, working to drench him in saliva as he had done for Weisz. She groaned, knowing the vibrations would reverberate into his body and a hand fell to the back of her hair. He smoothed the waterfall of silky hair, twisting it around his palm until it was fisted tight.

Shiki rocked into her mouth with slow but forceful thrusts of his hips, groans filling the air from the fingers that probed at his rim, slipping inside and spurring him to yank on the makeshift rein of her hair.

Moments like these were always intense - the sense of the air being sucked from the room was heady - everything fogged with the scent and sound of sex.

It was too much, he needed to taste her.

The scene shifted again - Shiki once more on his hands and knees but buried deep between Rebecca's soft thighs, her slip of a dress bunched in the middle of her torso as plentiful breasts strained for attention.

She tasted blissfully sweet, an eager tongue lapped at her slick and nosed at her clit. Lips tugged at her folds and pulled the most exquisite sounding squeals from her throat. A hand in his hair distracted him from the slow pump of Weisz's thick fingers in his ass.

The stretch was just on the right side of pleasure and he needed more and soon. The wet disconnect of his mouth sounded sloppy as he locked gazes with Rebecca - loving how rosy her cheeks were, how her hips rutted against his hand that remained on her needy cunt.

"Weisz, baby."

His voice sounded so desperate, the pressure in every inch of him below the waist was insufferable. Coiling like lengths of ropes until they were taut in his stomach.

"Need something, my King?" the blond cooed in response, buried up to the knuckles and halting all movement as he waited.

How Shiki both loved and hated that pet name, he didn't want to be thought of as more than either Weisz or Rebecca but he couldn't deny it did make him feel a little special. Especially in times such as these when both were working to make him feel so good.

"Please - let me fuck our kitten - please."

Rebecca whimpered and Weisz laughed, his digits twisted and turned to make his insides squirm in anticipation.

"Would you like that kitten?"

Her head bobbed eagerly, lip secured firmly beneath her teeth and eyes glazed in lust.

It was always stomach-clenchingly amazing, that first inch to sink inside. The tip caught against her velvet-lined walls and the slow moan of delight bubbled up her throat.

Shiki was too lost in the moment to appreciate what was happening behind him, the hands that braced either side of his hips seemed to be guiding him deeper into Rebecca's clenching cunt. The first press of something much larger than a finger to nudge at his hole made him gasp.

He stilled, halfway sheathed and heart close to pounding straight out of his chest. Weisz fucked himself delicately into Shiki, forcing him to the hilt inside Rebecca and all three sounded delirious from the pleasure.

The lewd melody of skin slapping was the most erotic symphony, each lost in their world of shared ecstasy. Weisz directed the movements until Shiki regained his composure. His slow thrusts rocked the raven-haired male into Rebecca who keened for the both of them.

She gripped Weisz's thigh, leaving crescent moon marks on the skin whilst tugging on Shiki's hair and arching her spine on the mattress.

Two sets of hips snapped in a harsher tempo, and the men listened to the babbled almost incoherent demands of the blonde twisting in the depths of the bed to go faster, harder.

"Shiki - fuck - right there!"

He was half aware that he was pressing his cock against her front wall in repeated motions, massaging her g-spot just as she liked and it was making her grip on him tighten until it was close to knocking the air from his lungs.

In response his ass clenched, sucking Weisz further into him and a guttural "fuck" bounced off the walls. Sweat glistened on their skin, the squelching noises sounding utterly carnal as they reached the precipice together.

"Ah, shit - fuck - gonna..."

Shiki trembled as his orgasm tightened his balls and shot along the length of his dick, erupting with hot spurts of sticky seed to mingle with the gush of fluids from the limp blonde below.

The blond at his back stuttered, muscles tensing as a low roar poured out and a burst of warmth flooded his insides. He panted as he succumbed to the pressure holding him in place.

Weisz was the first to speak, his dark chuckle sounding almost crazed in the humid room.

"Think we spoiled him enough, kitten?" he asked as his arms wrapped Shiki in a most affectionate embrace for the usually gruff male.

His blond hair flopped against Shiki's shoulder as the three hugged as closely as possible without smothering poor Rebecca completely.

"Never, sweetie. There is always room for more," came the tinkling reply of Rebecca.

The night was still young after all...

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bearandbirdfan · 2 years

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venusianducklingcharlatan · 1 year

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Before the insects have made their claim

a/n. wrote this as an exercise to get me back into writing. i just recently watched Edens Zero and i was intrigued by the robots’ internal conflict of their “humanity” so here’s an attempt to flesh out chapter 1 and michael’s character from the manga. im not gonna include every scene (esp the fight scene i suck at it) but im adding on the gaps of the manga chapter. hope u enjoy <3

“Ah, my arm broke again.”

Michael had just woken up from his slumber and began to survey his surroundings. He wonders if the screws might have been too loose after its last tinkering before dismissively sighing it off.

Michael is no stranger to this kind of incident that he does not bother to pick up his arm to attach back this time. It comes to harass the inhabitants of planet Granbell one to five times a week, the occurrence growing more frequent as time pass by. It is a constant unwanted reminder that they had long overstayed their welcome, now free to lay their bodies to rest.

The right arm lies in his bed, as if mocking his life degrading each day of old age. Old age? No, that’s too humanistic of a condition to apply to a mere robot.

One can count the time a robot has been conscious from its launching until it’s disabled, but robots don’t age. Not in a traditional sense. Their consciousness is saved through data, transferable to another host if needed be. Death doesn’t come easily to them. But to battery-reliant ones nearing their expiry end, dwelling on a human-abandoned planet—its visit is undeniably inevitable.

Nevertheless, Michael prefers to think of it that way. It is a concept his dear friend would find easier to comprehend. He finds the greatest joys in life revolving around making a certain human on their planet happy. And that involves anything human-related. This complicity of an excuse allows him to wish more freely for a human heart.

Thus, it was not a slumber he had woken up from, but a pretense of a human sleep. A desperate effort to save whatever little energy is left to last the machines more days to welcome.

He grabs the stool beside his bed, his left arm supporting his weight, trying to get up while struggling to balance his body like he had just woken up from a coma. He moved his one foot right after the other, slowly pacing towards a mirror. It was not vanity that humans obsess over that he’s concerned with—not the absence of his right arm, nor the rust and dents displaying on his frame.

Small cogs spin slowly inside his head to form an inverted arch on his mouth, imitating a human muscle forming a smile. It was one of the few visible things that permitted him to show a human expressiveness within the limits of his being. A treasure that further fuels his drive to persevere.

Michael thought himself indifferent to owing favors. As a robot, his program instructs him to abide by a “give and take” principle. But when Shiki gives him a reason to live, what could possibly amount such worth to match what is received?

A loud voice called from outside, demanding attention from his perturbing pondering. “Michael!” shouted a young man, knocking rhythmically on his door. “Let’s hang out!”

One could never have a peaceful amble when accompanied by Shiki, so Michael quietly pleads his body to function well today.

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Luck smiled today at Michael’s surreptitious attempt of hiding his slight predicament. Shiki hadn’t noticed, but his gait required more lifting and dragging than yesterday. Satisfied, Michael (tries to) merrily skips his way towards the town, leaving Shiki to his own devices.

He is so sure the ensuing days would be orchestrated based on Shiki’s whims. Smiling, his mind wanders off all things happy that come along with the young boy’s presence—all the laughter, all the adventures, all his dreams. But all the mind’s a labyrinth and his was a narrow path, the finish line always ending with the uncertainty afflicting Shiki’s future.

The quandary from this morning filled him once again with much apprehension. His forefinger anxiously tapping his thigh he once mimicked a human to calm his nerve did not help one bit. As luck would have it, his line of thought suddenly came to a halt when the growing loud chatter from a curious large crowd gathering at the entrance to the town diverts his attention. What’s going on?

“A guest!” Michael hears some bot exclaimed. Standing on his tiptoes behind the horde, he sees what could only be described as the unimaginable—a human girl and a talking cat.

Every machine present frenzy over the sight of their new guests after a long century of isolation—briskly lining up to greet them in a chorus. “Welcome! To Granbell, the Kingdom of Dreams!”

Michael, still astounded, watches from afar as his peers scramble their way to entertain the visitors, showcasing everything at their disposal: from venturing on quests and princess roleplaying, to a full-on festival invigorated with fireworks and cheers. He couldn’t hear when the guests began to talk, but he assumes they requested a repeat of the whole act as the robots reposition themselves at their designated starting points of the act.

The guests decided to replenish their energy at a nearby bar, introducing themselves as Rebecca and her companion cat, Happy. Unsuspecting of the many sneaky glances casting at the two, their lively conversation and earnest intentions reassures the machines of their nature. But still, the robots were no fools, they know better than to be quick at fully trusting humans.

The robots gazes at the pair exiting the bar, headed straight to the forest. They could only hope that they will get along with Shiki.

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“Hello, traveler. I see that you have failed in your quest.” Mitra, the barmaid, says. She stands behind the counter, taking notice of the guests tromping back to the bar.

“Never mind that—I found a human! A human boy!” Rebecca exclaims. She slams her hands on the counter and adds, “I thought this place was all machines!”

“Ah, you mean Shiki,” Mitra replies kindly and as if on cue, the said boy appears behind her. Shiki ignores the shock Rebecca and Happy displayed and introduces them to all robots present at the bar. “…and this is my friend, Michael.”

“Oh, so you all know each other?” Rebecca asks.

“We’re all friends here.” Shiki enthusiastically replies, pulling Annie and Michael to give a side hug. “Friends!”

As if letting nature takes it course, they held a party once again to celebrate the guests’ arrival. Everyone feasted on Annie’s best dishes; Rebecca dressed up in a lovely dress of boysenberry color. While drunk in beer, everyone dances and sings songs in merriment.

Not too far from the celebration, in a castle that stood proudly tall of all the buildings in the planet, the ruler sits in his throne of gas leaking from the pipes attached to his body. A messenger robot kneels in front of him, delivering news of the guests’ arrival.

“I know,” the Lord Castellan grimly said. “That time has come.”

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The party from before has long since mellowed down and night has finally come for Granbell. Shiki, Rebecca, Happy, and Michael, all find themselves eating dinner together. The humans on table dominates the conversation, easily warming up to each another.

Not long after, Shiki lets out a yawn, announcing his intentions to sleep before his head falls on the table unconsciously, breaking the table in half. Rebecca and Happy shrieks, expressing their concerns for the table.

“‘Why is a human living in a place like this’ is written all over your expression,” says Michael bluntly. Rebecca, mouth gaped open, thought out loud if he was a mind reader. Letting out a chuckle, he states that to be untrue. He continues on telling her about Shiki’s bizarre circumstances. About the demon king, and their attachment to him.

Mitra shows the guests where they will be staying but it would seem that Rebecca has another plan before going to bed. Crouched down, Rebecca stares intently at Shiki.

“What’s the matter Ms. Rebecca?” Michael asks from behind.

“Do you mind if I cut his hair?” Rebecca answers, her eyes glowing a sinister glint. “It has been bugging me.”

Rebecca and Happy retires to their quarters after giving Shiki a more polished haircut. Their conversation trails off in a distance, satisfied of the video contents they amassed, still unaware of the purposive stares they have been receiving all day.

The robots shared a knowing look, shuddering in excitement, agitation, and perhaps, fear. Lord Castellan had already informed the robots of the plan, the instructions passed off orally. A few robots carefully and quietly tuck Shiki in his bedroom, away from the clamorous group of robots ready to set their plan into motion.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Michael began harboring doubts of the human ethics their methods might entail. He isn’t keen on aggrieving a lady and her companion they would entrust Shiki on. But he swallows those doubts with a knowing sigh that nothing else can be done. He turns his head towards the direction of the young boy’s bedroom, probably drooling in his sleep. There’s no way Shiki would leave the town unattended. Not when everyone’s breaking each day.

Still, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Michael stands still; his back pressing against the wall, softly wishing that it would swallow his figure in the background. To his relief, several robots volunteered to do the arduous task. They walk with stealthy footsteps, mindful of their metallic feet creaking loudly on the floor.

Some robots leave to the storage room to fetch a rope, while the others go outside to set up the wooden logs. Everyone looks shamefully excited to tie up innocent travelers despite their best intentions. And as much as Michael would like to reprimand them for showing no remorse, he keeps his lips sealed. After all, he was rowing the same boat as those robots do.

The residents of Granbell all love Shiki, but this love comes with many sacrifices. A sacrifice he knew some bots could no longer endure after a beaming hope had finally shed its light. He is in no place to judge when just this morning, he finds his will to live slowly but surely waning.

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Everyone gathers patiently around the erected wooden platform where Rebecca and Happy were tied up. Guards stand behind them, holding a torch in their hands as if ready to burn a witch at the stake. Rebecca is the first to wake up, immediately asking what’s going on.

“I’ve waited a long time for this day… human.” Lord Castellan walks in front of Rebecca just as he sensed Shiki’s presence pushing his way through the crowd. Michael isn’t prepared for Shiki's imminent anger once he saw what they had done. Even more so when Shiki had declared that she is his friend. Lord Castellan continues his speech, raising the tension with each word he utters.

“We robots are not tools to serve humankind. Our race is not inferior to you humans.” He coldly says. Shiki turns to the other robots only to find their words aligning with the ruler.

“I am not a tool.” Michael says his tone in a timbre Shiki has never heard before. If Shiki wasn’t looking, he would have never thought those words were uttered from the mouth of the robot he considers his best friend.

“It can’t be,” Rebecca cries. “Have they been all infected with a virus?”

Lord Castellan confirms her supposition and claims that it gave them the freedom to think. To no longer be at the hands of vile humans, existing only at their convenience. Shiki, frustrated at the ridiculous assertions they have been spouting, turns to seek out his tools.

His march came to an abrupt stop when a torch nears Rebecca, threatening her life if he continues to take another step. Lord Castellan mocks his attempts to be pointless; invalidating all the time Shiki patched them up when it was actually Granbell’s Castle Auto-Repair System. And that they were only playing a role. Shiki was assigned to be the mechanic.

“No! I’m going to fix you” Shiki cries out, his eyebrows scrunching up in vexation.

“Impossible,” interrupted Lord Castellan.

“I will fix you! Please trust me. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“You’re human. We’re machine. We cannot be friends.” the ruler says as he throws his cloak away, revealing a body resembling that of a medieval knight’s armor. He tells them of a time when humans and machines lived harmoniously in Granbell, the kingdom of fantasy and dreams. How when guests stopped coming, the humans abandoned the planet. Not even bothering to dispose what is left.

“But I’m a human!” Shiki shouts. “I never left you alone!”

His pleas went unheard. Accusations and condemnations continue to layer on top of each other, as if to shatter the friendship made fragile by the situation. Everyone goes to rile up Shiki: pinning him down and beating him up.

“I thought we were friends!” Shiki’s voice starts quivering. Daylight has never seemed much grimmer than the night. He is hopeless on the ground, every blow as painful as the words that betrayed him today.

Humans and machines are not friends. It tore Michael inside to lie, but he mustered a blistering coldness of hatred pointed at his friend. Shiki’s cries gradually fade in his ears, drowned by a resolute conviction to see through their promise with Ziggy.

And Rebecca, helplessly forced to witness such tragedy wails her words in despair.

“He said you were his friends! How can you be so cruel? You can be friends with anyone! It doesn’t matter whether you’re human or machine!”

At the sight of tears flowing from Rebecca’s eyes, Shiki finds himself getting up. If you have a friend who will shed tears for you, you better treasure them forever, he remembers.

Shiki throws a decisive punch, dispersing the robots in the area.

“Guess we’re not friends anymore.”

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The sun had begun to set and the robots, resigned to the floor, indulged themselves with the luxury of dying beneath its beauty. Michael imagines Shiki’s face, probably scrunched up in despair and muscles contorted in ways his own wouldn’t allow. He reminisces about the first time Shiki declared he would make a hundred friends. The adventures they shared all throughout the planet, every nook and cranny memorized. All ponds fished on, and the mountains explored. How they made each corner of their confined world, a home.

He tilted his head towards the direction of the place, witness to all his merriment and ugliness. His house that was supposed to outlive him, disintegrated into dust and rubble. He feels–or rather–thinks he feels strangely melancholic about it. But there was no use overthinking things when the end is nearing. He just feels what he thinks.

All his life, like many other bots, Michael wished for a human heart. As mawkish as it sounds, this longing stems from something akin to an inferiority complex remaining suppressed in him like an unspoken secret almost all robots relate and are privy to.

And yet for the first time, he believed himself fortunate to just be. If only he knew it was going to make goodbyes impossibly painful… If only he knew it would engulf him with an insurmountable loneliness...

Then he would have never wished for a heart.

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#edens zero #michael #shiki granbell #rebecca bluegarden #headcanon #shicca #fanfic #fanfiction #tragedy #oneshot #one shot #anime #manga #robots

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watcher-ofthe-sky · 2 years

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a boy whose heart only knows hunger

a steinbell fic || AO3

A/N: Hi for the love of god hello. Cannot believe I finally got out of my slump and wrote something. *sobs* To be honest, I don't know if this makes much sense, if at all, but I am glad that I finally got the chance to write steinbell! Spoilers for around 173/174. Very slight canon divergence at the end.

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There is a boy whose heart only knows hunger. He expands and grows and makes space for something, anything, and everything in his heart. The gravity of his core calls and consumes whatever can get in his orbit.

You feel yourself falling and falling and falling.

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Words always die in Weisz's throat before he can make a shape out of them. They slip out of his grip before he can take hold. Mom always used to say that they should be used carefully, gently. They can hurt and bruise in the most brutal ways. But tender things do not do well in his grasp, so he keeps them hidden away from the world and him. They are safe there.

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You don’t know if gods exist. It’s hard to keep a belief burning and alive when the only thing you can remember from that burn is the smell of the incense sticks in front of your mother’s name that is engraved on the stone. You remember grey shadows overcasting the blue of the sky. Everything else is vague except; except the white-hot rage that simmered in your bones. Your body was too small to make room for so much grief. There was a hand on your shoulder—you don’t remember whose, it was small and wrinkled. Probably the old lady who lived next door and used to cook and give your mother your favourite stew sealed in a chipped yellow plastic container—trying to calm you down as you angrily shouted at the grave, asking why she left you alone. What were you supposed to do with all this loneliness? Where were you supposed to put it down? The world was suddenly too big and wide. All the fragile things in you shattered that day to encase this boiling anger so that you can hold on to it. That kept you going year after year.

You were just a boy without faith. You forged your life thereon with calloused hands and used those brittle pieces of your souls and loaded them into the chambers. Things only break in your hands, so you learned how to recreate them. The ether in your veins buzzing to combine and remake broken things. You made a living among the rusted dark streets where your guns glinted in the moonlight. You were just a boy without faith and then you grew into a man without faith.

You don’t know if gods exist.

But there must be something, someone, beyond the cosmos, by whose divine intervention even time and space bent down to lead your way to him.

“Hey! You’re younger than I thought you’d be!”

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Everything is in shambles after Drakken. Weisz wants to break and crush the world down to its sediments. He is back to being eight and sobbing by his mother’s bed, begging and pleading with her not to leave him alone. He can hear the beeping of the machines nearby and the smell of anaesthesia in the air. He feels so small. He takes the anger that had mellowed down over the years and lets it consume him. Firing bullets after bullets, he rages. That’s the only way he knows how to give shape to his sadness; to make it something concrete and real. His entire body aches and burns, but it isn’t enough. Nothing will ever be enough.

“You’re the one who is gonna have a taste of scary I can be,” Drakken sadistically grins while catching Weisz’s fist head-on and breaking his momentum.

The ether lines on his body glow in contrast to the dark skin. His grin turns sharper and there is a maniac look in his eyes.

Somewhere, Shiki cries, “Weisz!!! Take your suit off!!!”

It’s too late. There is an explosion. A blinding light followed by a pointed ringing in his ears. Arsenal crumbles down to dust around Weisz. There is blood in his mouth. Drakken is saying something about his arm. From the corner of his eye, he sees a blade coming. Everything is blurry.

So this is how he is going to die. Did he live the life right? Will his mother be happy if she sees him like this?

“You were never good at making friends, so... I am a little worried…”

He really was bad at making friends, huh? He remembers snarling at Sibir when the bastard stole his pendant.

“I thought we were friends,” Sibir had said quietly in his thick, gravel voice.

Maybe it was always meant to end like this. Maybe there is another universe where he finds a happiness that he is forever chasing after. Gods, he feels so fragile. The memories of his mother turn foggy. They leave him too. He searches for his anger but he is too tired to feel it. He feels so alone. There is a sharp pain in his body. He tries to move but it is so fucking hard.

He shuts his eyes. There is a movement nearby. Suddenly, it feels like his body is floating. Drakken’s blade swipes through the empty air and meets the hard concrete of the floor, breaking it to pieces. There is a hand tightening around his wrist.

“Shiki…” Weisz whispers. The world around him revolves as his eyes fixate on Shiki’s.

They land on the ground with a thud. “You gotta cool your head.” Shiki doesn’t let go of his hand. “You won’t beat him charging in like that.”

He blinks once and then twice, trying to comprehend what is happening. Shiki’s fingers are wrapped around his wrist in a loose grip now. They are gentle, but they still burn.

Shiki is here.

The whole crew is in a fight with Drakken and his people.

There are people around Weisz. He is not dying. Not yet. There is a fight that he needs to win first. What does Shiki know about people like Drakken? He won’t understand the visceral misery that makes Weisz’s blood boil. It is his battle alone.

He turns away. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

He never knows how to anyway. He doesn’t know if he is allowed to accept it. Kindness like Shiki’s will weigh him down. It will make his chest constrict because people like him should not waste their time on people like Weisz.

The words sting his own heart as soon as they are said out loud.

“But a friend gives it anyway.”

Weisz’s eyes widen and he looks up to see Shiki smiling at him. It is so sure, so steady, that it almost brings him to his knees. What did Weisz do to deserve this unwavering trust?

Friend.

That’s right.

Friend.

Because Weisz is no longer alone. He has people who look out for him and have his back. There are people with whom he laughs and jokes around. There are people who he is slowly learning to call his own. There is a place that he is slowly learning to call home.

I am no longer alone, mom. I have friends now.

Weisz tries to reply, but his voice breaks along with his heart. He only nods and then smiles slowly at Shiki in return.

“Let’s do this, Weisz!!” Shiki calls out.

Together.

Weisz finds his footing again and turns to face Drakken again. Ether buzzes on his fingertips.

“Yeah,” he replies.

Together.

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When you met him, you knew he was a bit naïve. He looked at the world with so much awe, with so much desire to know and explore. Because he is a boy whose heart only knows hunger. But not everything you crave is good for you. He will come to know that in time; there are limits to your desire. That’s what you’ve learned the hard way. You have built up walls to cease and contain your longings. You have made yourself believe that it’s the safe way. It’s better than putting your heart on display only to see it getting trampled on every time.

This boy didn’t know that yet. He expanded. He opened up and showed how much capacity he has for kindness. Something in you resonated along the way, as if he was making you believe that you are capable of doing the same. He keeps on taking chances even after he falls.

Something in your chest takes root. Something tender that wants to grow and bloom.

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It’s the end of the day after their training with Xenolith. Shiki's laughter reverberates in his ears. Weisz stares at his back as his shoulders rise and fall as he animatedly moves his hands while talking to Rebecca and Kleene.

Shiki does not worry about how his words tumble out of him. He welcomes them as they come. Gives them out freely, laced with affection and care, like he is not worried that they would ever run out. Weisz pushes back down a quiet knock that wants to be heard.

He looks down at the wrench in his hand and continues to work on his armour. His fingertips trace the crack in the metal.

Shiki is electric and alive, a wire that finally completed the circuit and lit Weisz's life. The light from his presence is flooding and he has spent so long in this greying darkness that he does not know how to take all of it. So, he always looks away.

He holds up his helmet, a beam of light falling on his lap through the fractures. When Weisz puts it down and looks up again, his gaze meets Shiki's and the latter breaks into a smile. Weisz’s heart falters.

Everything is golden. Sunlight falls from the windows as the ship jitters and moves around a star. It gets pulled, pulled, and pulled into its gravity before finding its balance.

“Sorry about the turbulence,” Witch’s voice comes through the system. “The force was harder than we had anticipated.”

Shiki is back to talking to the girls again. Weisz swallows. He feels dizzy for the rest of the day.

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You have lost too many people already. Grief is something that hurts like a fresh wound every time. It is never a thing that can describe properly. Some days, it sticks to you like thick tar, other days, it comes to you in the form of a distinct smell that you thought you have long forgotten. It is hollow but so heavy. The void that carries so much weight.

Shiki hasn’t come out of his room for two days. Hermit looks lost while Ivry has busied herself in her work, but in the late hours you have heard her cries echoing through the halls. The whole crew is quiet and mourning Witch’s death.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Rebecca says at last and walks away to Shiki’s room.

You give a slight nod. You never know what words need to be said anyway. You don’t know how you can console him, and this crumples your heart all the more because no one deserves it more than he does. This boy who has always got your back. Who readily pours and gives so much of himself.

A few hours later, he comes out with Rebecca from his room with tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eye. Even though his skin is pale and he is still sniffling once in a while, clutching Rebecca’s hand like an anchor, there is still a slight ease in his steps that wasn’t there before.

At night, under the lanterns-filled sky of Sandra, you see him. There are soft shadows on his face from the glow of the flying lights, a reverence and sadness in his eyes as he holds the lantern close to his heart before letting go.

You wish then to know how to cry. You wish you knew how to set this grief in motion; how to not let it choke you in his stagnancy, maybe then you would understand and help people around you better. You want to cry so badly.

People disperse after a while, everyone returning to their temporary bases that they have set up post-war. You make your way to the ship too when you see the blur of the dark hair sitting among the dunes.

You don’t say anything and simply stand beside him, tilting your head up to see the stretch of the starry sea. Your shoulder brushes against his in the silence. The air is warm here.

He rests his head on your shoulder. You lift your hand, clench and unclench your fist a couple of times, before finally giving in and resting your palm lightly around his shoulder. He breaks into sobs. Your throat feels dry. He turns around and presses his face in your chest. You wrap your arms around him and told him tighter. He cries. You don’t know how to. He cries. You don’t know how to console him. He cries. You take his face in your trembling hands. He cries. You say his name, quietly, like a whisper. That’s the only word you know at the moment. Your thumb caresses the bandage on his eye with all the gentleness you can muster.

“I don’t want to lose anyone else,” his voice is shaky and it breaks your heart.

“You won’t,” you reply and wipe the tear rolling down his face.

The world hushes around you. The soles of your shoes dig into the sand. There is a hand on your chest. The air hums. His lips collide against yours. It’s unsure and clumsy. You are aware of all your senses, your heart pounding loudly in your ears. Before he pulls back, you lean in.

You kiss the boy whose heart only knows hunger, and it is at that moment you realise that it’s you who is the boy with a hungry heart. You take and take and take whatever he can give and give and give. It’s always been you.

You want.

You want so much.

You don’t know why there are tears stinging your eyes.

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They don’t talk about the kiss.

Weisz does not know how much of it is intentional. After they had pulled apart, they returned to the ship together. It was late in the night and they quietly said their goodbyes before returning to their respective rooms. Weisz didn’t sleep that night.

The next couple of days pass by in spending time with Rebecca who was still in recovery. They behaved like they did every day. Whenever their eyes met, Shiki smiled at him like he usually does. That evening, Ivry calls Shiki to try on the new mechanical eye she has made for him, while Weisz surprisingly ends up having a heart-to-heart with Laguna.

Although Weisz had kept the appearance of annoyance that he usually does around Laguna, his words had hit too close to home.

There was so much of himself in there. He didn’t know how to tell him that he understands the part of playing an unemotional man all too well.

He wants to get better. He is trying to get better.

Shiki’s voice cuts through the pa system. Firm and determined.

“So we are going to get stronger. To make sure no one else gets hurt.”

Something shifts and Weisz can feel the incoming of a new beginning. This is no longer the same Shiki. He hopes he can stand beside him in this advent.

A week passes, then months.

They don’t talk about the kiss and it becomes a memory. A dream that Weisz plays like a broken record on days he can’t sleep.

Things between them are still the same.

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You watch the boy grow up slowly in a different mould than before. He waits and thinks before honing himself. There are rougher edges to him now. Maybe a selfish part of you misses what was before. But this is for the better and you will support him regardless, with everything you have. In the heart, he is still the same. He is still the boy with the sun in his hands that lights up everything around him. You are still learning how to take it but now you are learning to bask in its warmth.

He grows and you find yourself staring at the freckles on his nose and the now more defined and leaner jaw. He frowns more now, but his smile is the same nonetheless. You find yourself hungrier for it, because you are the boy whose heart only knows that. It’s harder these days to subdue that desire.

When your eyes meet, you look away. It’s hard to look at him in the eyes these days.

You still sit together to have dinner, and you still spar and train in the gym together. Things between you are still the same. But it doesn’t feel like that.

You are hungry.

Always.

Hungry.

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Weisz slumps down the wall in the kitchen. There is amber light overhead with a moth. He doesn’t know how or when it got into the ship. He hopes it will make it out alive. He draws his knees together and buries his face in his hands.

“Any moment now,” Laguna says before taking a sip of iced tea.

Weisz lifts his head and throws him a glare. “No one told you to sit here.”

“I feel like I will be missing out on some drama if I don’t see this through,” he replies monotonously and opens up his bag of chips.

Weisz knows he is being dramatic. His head hurts. His ether gear has been acting weird because he is not concentrating properly. He short-circuited a weapon that he was remodelling for weeks. He feels angry and irritated and decided to skip the late evening training sessions, deciding to spend the time sulking in his room instead.

At last, when everyone was done with their supper, he decided to find something to eat and bumped into Shiki on the way. He had asked him with concern in his voice if he was okay. Weisz had only grunted a half-heartedly reply that he doesn’t even remember now.

He was groaning in his hands when Laguna showed up.

He pulls on the string of his hoodie and hears Laguna quietly eating.

“I am pathetic,” Weisz says at last.

“That’s nothing new.”

Weisz stares at him and Laguna stares back. He does not know why he is having this conversation with him, of all people. Sure, the things between them have lightened up now but they still aren’t... that kind of friends, maybe. But talking about this with Rebecca or Homura will make this more real when he himself doesn’t know what is there to even talk about.

Laguna finishes his drink. He takes out a chip and bites.

“I kissed Shiki on Sandra.”

Another chip.

“I like him.”

Another chip.

“Really like him,” Weisz breathes..

There is a stronger word on his tip that melts like molasses but tastes bitter. He does not know how to form it yet.

Laguna hums. “Looks like I wouldn’t have missed on any drama, after all.”

“Hey!” Weisz cries indignantly.

“Don’t overthink it. Your pathetically small brain won’t be able to handle it all anyway. It’s okay. You’ll be okay.”

“Can you just s—”

Laguna cuts him off by reaching out his hand, holding the now almost empty packet, “Chip?”

Weisz grunts and takes one.

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Some days, it feels like he is moving too fast and you cannot keep up. He is growing so fast, continuously shaping himself into someone stronger. The constant urge to protect and fight drove him past his limit.

You want to hold him down. You want to tell him that he can take it slow; that he has people who want to look out for him too. So you stay by his side as long as he lets you. You take whatever he can give and don’t want more from him. Your own hunger has stormed your heart because he is a boy who can ablaze blackholes on his fingertips. How can someone like you ever have the chance to do anything but fall?

You just want to be there with him. At the end of the day, when sometimes he is too tired and rests his forehead on your shoulder saying, “Just for a moment, please,” you don’t wrap your arms around him, but you stand like a pillar.

Sometimes, you go to his room and he entangles his fingers with yours because the nightmares don’t let him sleep. When you wake, he is already out of the bed, but the blanket around you is carefully tucked up.

This is okay. You’ll be okay.

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Three years pass by just like that in liberating all the planets under Ziggy’s rule. It feels like chasing a shadow. At least the latest lead they have from Connor will get them somewhere. After dropping him at Shooting Starlight Guild, they have decided to spend the night in the cosmos.

Weisz walks through the hallways of the ships and opens up the glass door to feel the crisp, cool air of the late night. The sill beneath his fingertips is cold and the cool winds cut his skin. Weisz leans forward to look out into the stretch of stillness. He opens his palm flat and sakura leaves waltz in the wind before settling on it.

Spring in this cosmos feels eternal with the pink ever present in the air; like time loses its meaning when you're wandering in space every day. It's only when they step out of the ship onto planets, that Weisz realises worlds spin and time flows. Seasons cycle and years begin, not just in the glowing binaries of his calendar, but in the buds that bloom and the constellations that run through the map of the sky.

He exhales.

How much time has passed, he wonders, since his heart had decided to expand and make space for so many things? How different of a person he is now than he was the last time when he was here. He is still trying to learn and unlearn so many things. Someone forever in motion.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Weisz looks over his shoulder to see Shiki coming and standing next to him.

“Just taking a breather. You?”

“Something like that,” Shiki replies.

The sakura leaves slowly fall down and collect around them. The ones floating in the cosmos usually don’t make their way down here through the atmosphere. Since it's spring, the cherry blossoms are blooming all around them. It is a beautiful sight. Weisz stares at Shiki’s profile.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“Ziggy.”

“We will fight against him together. We will win.”

Shiki nods but doesn’t say anything. Weisz turns to face him.

“You know we are a team, right? You know that we have got your back? You know that—” Weisz swallows, I am there, “—that everyone is there. You are not alone.”

Shiki turns to face him too. He stares and Weisz can feel the erratic beating of his heart. Shiki smiles. It’s slow and genuine. Earnest.

He leans forward and brushes off the leaves off his head. “I know.”

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Your heart in the palms of this boy is safe. He makes you remember the love preserved in it. And it's then, you cry out rivers of it. Through grief and rage. Through tears and wails. You met this boy in the cosmos with its fluttering sakura leaves. You met this boy in the spring and bloom of this universe. But this boy carries the entire multitude in his existence.

Shiki.

When you say his name, your bones thaw in the summer of its sound. When you hold his hand, the fire in your heart keeps you going through the winters of it. He is the vibrating colours of the fall. He is the spring that makes way to new beginnings.

You take his hand and pull him closer. You kiss him. Because you are the boy whose heart has only known hunger till he came along. Now, you want to give. He has taught you the expanse of your own heart, the topography of your love. You want to long and want, but you also want to give everything you can. You want to let him know that you will keep his heart safe in your palms too.

You pull back a little, a breath of distance between you two to see the dark of his eyes. You open your mouth, giving shape to those words that have never listened to you before. Some things are needed to be said out loud. Sometimes words are the only way to convey the enormity of it all. “I—” You want to be brave. You try again.

“I love you.”

He kisses you back because he too is a boy whose heart knows hunger because he always had the courage to want but is not sure enough how much to take. He pours out the love and craves for it. Just like you.

The sakura leaves fall over you.

You met this boy in the spring and bloom of this universe.

You loved him right there too.

You both are just two boys whose hearts know hunger.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Any feedback is appreciated. <3

#steinbell #edens zero #shiki granbell #weisz steiner #I was so adamant on writing this fic to completion because I haven't done that in seven months o(-(#I am just glad that I wrote something no matter the quality #my writing #my fanfic

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wannaeatramyeon · 10 months

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you write characters pretty accurately so i was wondering what you think their reaction would be to reading the fanfics people write about them? also love your work💜💜

lol... thanks anon. I mean technically this is a request and I have been deleting them but-

Lookism/HTF react to their fanfics...

Disgusted

Doesn't want to think about it. Doesn't want to go anywhere near it. Leave them alone.

Johan Seong: C'mon, be serious. This edgelord will hate how people depict him. If it's accurate then he will get defensive, if it's not then he will get offended. Fluff, angst, soft, smut, doesn't matter. Does enjoy when Eden and/or Miro makes an appearance though.

Blushing

No interest in reading about it, makes them embarrassed and flustered to know that the fandom thinks about them that way.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Vasco Tabasco, Jace Park, Lineman, Brad Lee, Jerry Kwon, Han Wangguk

Flattered

Skims over fanfics. In awe, reluctantly impressed.

Jake Kim: Wow they think he's that handsome huh? That much of a green flag? Nice! A little disturbed but chuckles at Jake/Samuel shipping. What will these crazy fans think of next.

Ji Yeonwoo: Would blush but used to the thirst from his Study Newtuber days.

Ryuhei Kuroda: Damnit. Look at all the possibilities if only his dong works properly.

+ Zack Lee, Sinu Han, Eli Jang, Warren Chae, Jibeom Kwak, Jason Yoon, Kim Munseong

Doesn't give a shit

^ what more is there to say.

Samuel Seo: doesn't give a shit until he decides to compare how popular he is next to Jake Kim. And then... wtf! Prepare for another mental breakdown. Jake/Samuel shipping? He hates it. (Hates it less when he's the top though.)

Gun Park: Gives zero fucks. Barely reacts when they mention him as a dom. Well, of course. Have you seen him? Cracks the tiniest smirk when he realises the fandom likes to write Goo as the whiniest mf-ing sub ever.

+ James Lee, Hudson Ahn, Jihan Kwak, Xiaolong, Baek Hangyeol, Seong Taehoon, Lee Jinho, Seo Haesu

Expected, surprised there isn't more.

They have fans, they have ego, they have a reputation. Of course they would expect fanfics of them.

+ Vin Jin, DG, Baek Seongjun

Writes their own

Goo Kim: Excuse me?? Why are there so many Gun simps and so few Goo simps? He doesn't even care how he is depicted.

This degenerate will write whatever to push his numbers up. X reader, canon shipping, him breaking the verse. Anything.

Sinu Han: writes the Jake/Samuel fics

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #viral hit #viral hit headcanons #how to fight #how to fight headcanons #wannaeatramyeon #lookism hc

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eomma-jpeg · 11 days

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trigun fic rec list - from lace!

alright, FINE, twist my arm

FIRST UP: @squid789 Blank Ticket - vashmeryl/milivio

so i have a personal fanfic like... catalog LOL and i make little notes as i read and here is the note i left on BT right after i finished it about a year ago

seriously sooooooooooooooo good. squid does an incredible job at post trimax work

blank ticket is so good if you like post trimax stuff (like I do >:)) and squid is so good at representing vash as he ought to be (a brat with a bad attitude and abandonment issues)

Sea Foam - vashmeryl/millywood

once again i have notes from my catalog LOL

PERFECT STUPENDOUS INCREDIBLE I LOVE SQUID AND THE DRAMA AND TRAUMA THEY GIVE ME

SF is a mermaid au and i adore ANYTHING THAT GIVES ME MERMAIDS. It is such an amazing exploration into so many characters, and especially knives WHOM I LOVE TO HATE IN THIS FIC. hes such a brat and yet is just a kid who never got to be a kid and i love him

After Eden - vashmeryl/milivio

I don't have this one in my catalog !!!!! a tragedy !!! (i stopped updating my catalog when i started writing what a shame T-T)

But i can chat about after eden bc i was there for its conception!!! and I beta for it teehee

but its an exploration of BT and i just

it hurts me

squid loves to hurt me

but it hurts so good T-T

if you love to see manga vash act like a spoiled brat and enjoy meryl whump, you will LOVE after eden

Not a Chance - vashmeryl

a lil fic written in the in the meadow universe and its by squid and i love squid and this is my favorite thing in the world

meryl contemplates why she had to fall in love with this doofus

Now, for just a HUGE line up of fics !! these will include my initial thoughts that i have saved in my catalog teehee:

vashmeryl

Truth of a Memory by @fullcry

Vash and Meryl experiment with Vash’s telepathy and memory sharing.

one of my favs just because meryl and vash are so sweet to each other T-T

The Art of the Date by fullcry

Meryl and Milly pity Vash for being a terrible flirt, and Vash dares Meryl to a date to teach him to do better. Vash does better than anticipated.

i go back and reread this one often lol

Memories on Film by fullcry

okay.... this one is spicy and I'm not a huge fan of explicit content....

BUT THE GROWTH AND THE SWEET TENDER MOMENTS AND VASH BEING OBVIOUS MAKES ME SWOON ITS SO GOOD

Other Ways to Speak by fullcry

Meryl kisses each and every one of Vash’s scars

inspired by this

OH BABY THIS ONE IS SO GOOD.

No Reason by @eilwen

this is more of a collection of one shots rather than a complete story, but it has some very cute chapters.

LITERALLY ONE OF THE BEST TRIGUN FANFIC AUTHORS OUT THERE !

Seriously one of the best fics. I'm still not completely caught up bc i have zero time, but its so incredibly written. i wanna be like eilwen when i grow up

Distractions by eilwen

eilwen at it again !!! their stuff is so good !!!!!!

this is an incredible exploration of meryl’s character and the growth of their relationship through the books she reads.

The End by @ginger-mosaic

Long fic. It is a vashmeryl fic but it is MORE of an exploration of Vash and Knives’ relationship after the events of the manga.

currently unfinished and I want to die because I need more. I love Livio

ITS ALMOST DONE AND AHHHHHHHHHH CHRONICAAAAAAAAA

seriously an INCREDIBLE FIC. it is a book that could be published at this point its so good. not incredibly vashmeryl heavy, but it is there and i adore it sm T-T

The thomas in the room by @anime-grimmy

Paired with a comic by the author, this takes place after the events of the movie Trigun: Badlands Rumble.

Meryl is acting weird and Vash is determined to figure out what he did to make her so angry at him.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE SO DUMB AND SO IN LOVE GRAHHHHH

Saving Grace by anonymous

TRIGUN SPOILERS - biblically accurate vash. big angel boy

Meryl gets injured and vash tries something new in order to help her

uhhhh if you like monsters and big angels and kisses then uhhhhh this is for you

Roots by @magadauthan

Meryl and Vash have a… whirlwind of a relationship. Vash notices something strange about his hair. Meryl makes him clean the bathroom.

soooooooo silly and domestic and dumb they heal each other its cute.

Interjacence by herdedcats (jaina <3)

Vash and Meryl can’t sleep and decide to make donuts in the middle of the night. Unfortunately that also leave a lot of time for evaluating feelings and confessing thoughts.

no comfort :(

this one is SO GOOD BY WHY DID IT HAVE TO HURT ME SO

Flying or Falling by @madnessmadness

MAXIMUM RIDE AND TRIGUN MIX AHHHHHHELFJFLEFJELKJFLEKJFLJE

my two niche interests slammed together and its so good aldkjfsljdflkj

Bluebells by @needle-noggins

once again, i don't like explicit content, but sav gets me HOOKED IN WITH THE COMFORT AND THE CHARACTER BUILDING AND THE WAY THESE TWO LOVE EACH OTHER SO DESPERATELY THEY WANT TO HELP EACH OTHER SO BAD

Like a Limb by @commander-goo

points aggressively

you like post trimax ? you like feathers and hurt/comfort ???

YOU LIKE THIS

READ THIS

Wait, he can do that? by anonymous

SOFT

FEATHERY AND SOFT AND GOOD

meryl gets a glimpse into vash's ..... dreams.... and gets a bit flustered

millywood

Absolution by SMP

companion piece to tension, describes the intimate moment between Milly and Wolfwood just after he kills Zazie and before [MAJOR TRIGUN SPOILER]