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karygurl · 1 year

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unmasked (ffxiv)

Pre-relationship Thancred x WoL Cassandra Tygrova, takes place after A Realm Reborn, right around the very beginning of the post-patch content. Thancred is fine, just fine, thanks for asking (again). Cassandra, however, doesn't buy it, and is determined to offer him at least a modicum of peace if she can. (My WoL is quite the marshmallow, at least at this point. Poor Cass, the things you're going to go through...) ao3 link

Thancred had been involved in a myriad of interesting and bizarre situations in his life, but nothing prepared him for coming back from having his body hijacked by a powerful Ascian. His body felt foreign, reactions sluggish; he was battered and bruised in a mental capacity that he struggled to express. Though the process turned out to be mercifully brief, he had to relearn how to command his body to do his bidding.

And Hydaelyn, it seemed, was not without a sense of humor. Though he was seen by several healers at first, their talents were needed elsewhere in the wake of Operation Archon. That left him in the care of the Scions with talents in the healing arts, namely Alphinaud, Y’shtola… and Cassandra, once she’d herself recovered. The very one his body snatcher had been so intent on eliminating.

Logically, he knew that he hadn’t been in control of his actions, and he hadn’t intended to be possessed by a renegade Ascian with a penchant for inviting himself into bodies when he found it convenient. He was for the most part faultless, from an objective point of view. Still, that cold logic was worth little when he imagined the shock his companions must had felt when they’d seen him on the side of the Garleans… and when Cassandra had looked into the eyes of the one who'd nearly killed her, and saw Thancred’s own hazel eyes dancing with maniacal triumph staring back.

To that end, to somehow express to her his remorse in being unable to stop the one possessing him from hurting her, he truthfully wasn’t sure how to act. Should he apologize? Would a joke lighten the mood or belittle her feelings? For one whose tongue was often considered silver, its weight now was akin to lead.

It certainly didn’t help that she had to help him with rudimentary tasks as his body was wont to ignore his commands when he'd first awoken. She’d asked for his permission to aid him in bathing as there was some concern about him slipping when his balance was found to be uncharacteristically unreliable. When she’d begun to assist him in undressing with cordial, precise movements no doubt bore of experience in treating patients, he still wasn’t sure how to break the silence that stretched between them.

By the grace of the Twelve, Cassandra managed to do it for him. She’d no doubt caught on to his hesitation and after removing the last of his clothing and offering an arm to assist him stepping into the tub filled with steaming water, she spoke in a soft murmur that nevertheless still managed to carry in the quiet of the room. “Would you be more comfortable if I swooned?”

A laugh, an honest to gods laugh burst out of him at that moment, and the small uncertain smile on her face bloomed even as she reached out to help him remain upright. “For the sake of my pride, it would do me a world of good if you did!”

Just like that, the tension had broken in him. To his relief, she insisted that she held nothing against him. Though he had no doubt that were she to think of the events that occurred in the Praetorium, the memory of his visage in that place would inspire fear, she never betrayed a hint of it in his presence. It humbled him that she still was willing to place her trust in him, despite the pain he’d inadvertently caused. More than anything he wanted to be worthy of that trust, though he couldn’t imagine how he’d manage such a feat. He’d struggled with doing enough, being enough, even before Lahabrea had tallied the score so deeply against him. Though he swore to not give in to despair, it lurked in his mind, coloring his thoughts.

Thankfully control over his body returned quickly, though a particularly prickly Student of Baldesion warned him that his aether had still not entirely recovered from the ordeal and that he was not to return to front line duty with the Scions until he had been cleared. Thancred was confident he could have cajoled Minfilia into letting him return to his duties, but unfortunately she wasn’t the one in charge of the decision. The thought of being sidelined, even surrounded by friendly faces, had him feeling unsettled and caged. Still, it wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own that his recovery was not yet complete, and he sought to project a contented countenance and spend time with his friends since he could do little else for the time being.

His restlessness and the walls of the Waking Sands pressing in around him had led him to assist Urianger with organizing tomes one afternoon, when Cassandra approached him and asked if he wouldn’t mind accompanying her. When he’d jokingly asked if she’d acquired permission for him to leave, she gave him a small but fierce grin. “I’d like to see anyone try and stop us.”

Cassandra wasn’t known for being mischievous, so this intriguing turn had him excusing himself and joining her on her way out of the Waking Sands.

Thancred understood that she wanted to surprise him, so he didn’t insult her in asking where they were going. Its own form of trust that he could offer her, he supposed. He simply followed dutifully along as she led them through the square at Horizon and to the chocobo stables, where they’d boarded a carriage bound for Ul’dah.

“A date in the city? Forgive me, had I known your intentions I would have dressed to impress,” he quipped as the chocobos pulled them along the road, Thanalan’s red cliffs and arroyos passing by at a lazy pace.

She laughed at that, cheeks warming to pink at the insinuation like they always did when he teased her. She wasn’t naïve or innocent; having worked the bar at Buscarron’s Druthers in the Black Shroud, no doubt she’d heard far worse. She understood even the most crass jokes that were thrown around by some of the Scions when they thought Minfilia wasn’t listening and laughed along, but she didn’t participate in them herself. His flirtations with her similarly landed well enough, but neither did she take them to heart, often just accepting the attention with a smile before continuing the conversation.

She was never dismissive, simply genuine and grounded, something that felt rare to him among the people he’d met in his travels. Perhaps it had something to do with her amnesia? Her memories only extended as far as the year before she'd joined the Scions.

Upon disembarking from the carriage, they traveled through the soaring stone gates together. She led him down the bustling streets on a long circuitous path, past hawkers and criers and throngs of people, through the markets with all of their hustle and bustle and interesting snippets of conversation, to the entrance of the Platinum Mirage. A casino owned by Teledji Adeleji of the Syndicate, it was a prestigious and exclusive venue where vast quantities of gil were lost and won by the whims of Nymeia. Only those whose coffers were of considerable weight had any chance at receiving an invitation to enter.

To his surprise, they were greeted by a personal attendant and led up a private set of lush carpeted stairs through quiet corridors that must snake around the more public areas of the casino. At last their circuitous route led them to a small balcony overlooking the streets below, the bustle from this height a mere din, with a table set for two.

Thancred had no idea what to make of this, eyes taking in the setting as their attendant bowed and left them to their devices in this exquisite little bubble. He’d simply been teasing her earlier, but was this truly meant to be a romantic outing? Had this kind, warm soul sought to court him? Not that he wasn’t amenable, she’d intrigued him since she first accepted his invitation to join the Scions, and now that he was himself again and able to get to know her better…

“I asked Tataru to pull a few strings,” Cassandra explained, perhaps mistaking his balking for confusion. She shrugged sheepishly but smiled all the same. “I’m not a fan of throwing around my name to get special treatment, but since this isn’t just for me, I figured it was worth it just this once. …Is this all right?” she added as a quiet afterthought.

“More than all right,” he hurried to explain, his tongue catching up. “I was simply taking in the sights. The Platinum Mirage considers few outside of the most elite of the Monetarists to be special guests, so I thought to commit this scene to memory as I’ll like as not never have a chance again.”

He swept his gaze across the room once more for good measure before seating himself across from her at the elaborate set table. Once they were seated, she seemed to relax a bit and cast her eyes out over the small forms bustling about the streets below.

Thancred was still both memorizing the path they’d taken, in case that information became useful in the future, and wondering what brought her to call in favors to get them here. If she’d capitalized on her name, that had no doubt put her in Teledji Adeleji’s sights and meant that she owed him. Now that was a thought that gave him pause; he knew how the game was played in Ul’dah. The thought of her being indebted to that avaricious snake was enough to have him thinking up ways to grease palms and keep her far from his notice. Cassandra was far from ignorant, but this game was not one to be played without pawns, and her recent victory and the fame that had come alongside it had no doubt increased her usefulness in the eyes of the Monetarists. And with her lack of skill in duplicity, she was woefully unequipped to fight back.

“May I confess my ulterior motives?” she spoke quietly, breaking the silence.

“You mean to tell me you didn’t organize all of this to simply have a dinner worthy of your efforts in saving Eorzea?” His hand came to rest on the table, prepared to reach across and grasp one of hers. She certainly deserved affection if she sought it, and if she desired it from him, who was he to let her down? Obliging would certainly be no hardship for him.

She chuckled and shook her head, her gaze drawn back to the streets below. “Of course not.” She paused, seeming to choose her words carefully. “You know Ul’dah better than most. What’s the city feel like to you, right now? Anything out of the ordinary?”

He followed her gaze, though he’d been assessing the city’s atmosphere since they’d stepped foot inside the gates.

She continued before he could respond. “If you’ll excuse me addressing the marid in the room, I know that you’ve been projecting this air of normalcy but after everything that happened, I know that it's not something that one can shake so easily. I can’t imagine… going through what you did, and even if you’re physically fine now, this is the kind of thing that can haunt someone for longer than most would wish to admit. So I wanted to show you that life goes on, you know?” Her eyes rose to meet his, and she gave a small self-conscious smile and lifted her shoulders. “No matter what happened when you weren’t in control, all of these people in Ul’dah, people all over Eorzea… it’s just another day for them. For any that were hurt, there are multitudes more who weren’t affected at all, they don’t even know what transpired. They’re alive, and thriving, and you have every right in the world to allow yourself the same.”

His hand fell from the table, slack, into his lap. He hadn’t expected that at all. This favor she’d arranged, it wasn’t for her, or for them both… this was for him? To help combat some of the whispers in his mind that crept in when his guard was down?

Thancred watched her for another moment, schooling his expression to keep his eyes from widening, before turning his attention to the people on the street below. She’d been correct in her estimation. Life always moved on in the City of Coin. He knew the streets and people as well as could be expected, considering he’d been keeping his attentions on the city's workings for years, and even now he couldn’t detect the telltale nervous hums and hesitant hushes that belied tensions afoot. It was simply business as usual. Just another day like any other.

Her attention joined his as they watched the street for a time in comfortable silence, speaking up again after long minutes had passed. “It’s one thing to know that you couldn’t have done anything to prevent what happened. But it never really helps, does it? That feeling of being responsible just… hangs on. But as often as it takes, I’ll be here to tell you again and again that it wasn’t your fault, and I’m grateful that you’re back with us.”

His hand twitched in his lap, and he was embarrassed that he’d ever thought that this had been some kind of attempt at courtship. This was much deeper than that: compassion. Awareness. Understanding. She saw through him in ways that he wasn’t sure he entirely comprehended himself, and came at him from angles he didn’t anticipate. This was a kindness that he wasn’t entirely sure he deserved, but he would graciously accept nonetheless, if anything to honor her efforts.

“You will commit to heart the same, won’t you?” he offered at last. He knew that she was offering him this to help him come to terms with all that had transpired, but he also knew that she had most certainly not come out of the battle at the Praetorium unscathed either. He’d been tenacious in piecing together everything that had transpired while he’d been… not himself, and he knew she’d been through so much more than she had divulged to him. “No matter the lives lost, the dreaded costs of war, these people are free because you fought for them. They owe you more than they will ever know.”

They sat in silence then, the waves of understanding that slowly washed over them both helping to dull the edges of their misgivings and doubts. When a host arrived with their lavish dinner spread, he was the first to offer her a toast with the wine that had been poured for them. “To tomorrow being better than yesterday,” he offered with a grin, and she returned the toast and the smile.

The night passed above and around them while they remained in their small cocoon of ataraxy. The mood put at ease with delicious food and delightful people watching, he felt his fondness for this sincere woman grow. To have someone understand how he felt even as he sought to allay the worry of his friends, who offered comfort in private so that he could keep up his charade until he was ready to unmask himself at his own pace… It placated his insecurities to a degree, both throwing him off balance and comforting him in a way he was wholly unfamiliar with in equal measure.

Out of pure habit, Thancred sank back into his flirtatious nature, the habitual persona slipping into place while he struggled to find his footing in this raw space between them. She herself settled back into accepting his teasing and responding with unfeigned sincerity, and the conversation flowed between them as it always had. As though everything were normal, as if they’d not come close to death or been used by the enemy. Nothing outside this bubble, beyond the two of them.

In a way, he wished that he were better equipped to navigate the finer points in this minefield he found himself in. He’d become so accustomed to gathering intelligence and deflecting anything about himself that openly sharing such things felt unnatural. He was equipped to talk his way through every situation, bar his own failings. It was all the more astonishing then that she still saw right through him despite his blundering.

She wasn’t asking him to expose his weakness to her, simply offering a space for him to explore it away from the bustle and aching familiarity of the Scion headquarters. Her empathy reminded him of Minfilia, after a fashion. Was this some side effect of the Echo, or were they simply similar in nature?

Looking at her now, he didn’t spy a single telltale sign that she was displeased with his returning to the familiar teasing banter as they spoke. There was no unspoken demand that he bare himself to her, she simply followed his lead. Let him have what he needed. Cassandra knew that he used flirtation to disarm people, or alternatively put them at ease. She was used to it, expected it, understood that it wasn’t intended to be looked at too deeply.

If he were ever to earnestly wish to court her affection… he wondered if she’d brush it off the same as she always did. Would she be able to tell the difference? Would she see through him at that moment as she did now, or would the mask he’d worn for so long finally fool her, too?

#ffxiv #thancred waters #wolcred #sort of #they have a really long way to go

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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Final Fight at Freedom Academy: Part 1

Freedom Academy is a school that’s entirely submerged underwater, so if Emilia’s hiding there, I’d imagine she’s positioned herself somewhere deep down to make it harder to get to her.

That’s assuming Freedom Academy is still in one piece. It’s been closed down for years.

Doesn’t matter. We’re still gonna take her down.

Ugh! Can’t this damn thing go any faster!?

I’m going as fast as I can!

*Byakuya drives the camper van frantically, cutting, dodging and weaving around the traffic.

Makoto, you need to calm down. Remember, Emilia called US out. She’s not going anywhere until we get there.

But if she takes her fight to the streets, there’s nothing we’ll be able to do about it.

Makoto is right. And even if Emilia doesn’t stay put, getting to her isn’t going to be easy. No doubt she’s deployed some of her best men to guard her.

But don’t you think a fair chunk of them will have defected? I know I wouldn’t want to work for someone like Emilia Feng if I found out what she’d been up to in secret.

Akeru. It’s sad to say, but unfortunately, people aren’t like that.

No doubt you’re right, and that some of them have quit or defected, but many of them probably haven’t. Greed, pride and power do terrible things to people.

I know...my birth mother was no different than Feng, and she had lots of people working for her. It’s nothing I don’t already know.

I just...like having faith in people.

That’s why...even if you try to stop me, I have to join in this fight. I can’t let her get away with what she’s done either.

Don’t worry. It’s gonna be dangerous, but I wasn’t planning on barring you from the fight. Rather, I was planning on telling you to give it everything you’ve got.

Thanks.

In that case, we haven’t got a moment to lose! Step on it Byakuya!

I already told you I’m going as fast as I can! What do you think I’m doing!?

[Coastline, Outside Abandoned Freedom Academy entrance, 20 minutes later.]

...We’re here.

...

Soldiers: ...

*Byakuya finally pulls up outside the location of the old Freedom Academy. The Future Foundation leave their vehicle after he parks it a short distance away. As soon as they do, someone dressed in a uniform approaches them.

Kisaragi Officer: Hey!

It’s you. The Kisaragi officer who we met a few days ago.

Kisaragi Officer: Yes ma’am.

What’s the situation?

Kisaragi Officer: There’s a whole army of heavily armed and dangerous people behind this barricade, but they haven’t made any attempt to move out and attack. We tracked Feng here and barriers have been erected 500 yards in every direction on land. What...are you doing here?

Feng’s message was for us. We have some more friends on their way here. I suggest you let us pass and deal with them.

Kisaragi Officer: A-Are you sure? There police and national guard aren’t permitted to pass this barricade and...There’s a lot of them...

Yeah. It’s dangerous. But we don’t have much of a choice. We have to stop Emilia, or else the state is in danger.

Sir, if I may be a little frank, the force you have here isn’t enough to stop them if they advance.

Kisaragi Officer: But our-

It doesn’t matter if you outnumber them. Their weaponry is far too advanced. They’ll destroy you.

Please. Just trust us.

Kisaragi Officer: ...Alright, fine. Let them through!

*The officers reluctantly let the Future Foundation pass the barrier. Makoto, Komaru, Toko, Byakuya, Kyoko and Akeru face the small army of soldiers in front of them.

So...this is Emilia’s elite squad. They’re gonna try and stop us from approaching, huh?

No. It’s more likely they’re going to try and kill us all in the name of their leader.

Not on my watch.

Guys! Look!

*Komaru points upwards to a huge monitor that seems to have been recently placed above the entrance to the academy. It starts to fizzle with static, until an image is formed.

Hmm...I don’t see Canzanilla and her ragtag band of useless dykes here...Which means you must be the fabled Future Foundation I’ve heard so much about.

There you are Feng...

Welcome to the humble origins of the Freedom Foundation. It’s unfortunate that your little friends aren’t with you, but...no matter. I’m looking forward to seeing how they’ll react when they get here and find your fresh corpses.

...

And once they do, I’ll cut their lives short right after, and when they’re finally dead, I will finally conquer all of the united states. How many people do you think will die trying to stop me? Thousands? Tens of thousands?

...

I must say, it feels refreshing to show my true colors. Not having to hide my nature, but embracing it. Which by the way, thanks for that.

Ngh...

Mankind is about to witness a turning point in history. I had hoped to start my siege later, but thanks to me being exposed, I’ve had to rush the plan a little bit. By the time I’m done, every last person in the world will bow to me as their savior, and it all starts here at this old abandoned academy.

You sure sound sure of yourself. The thought of us beating you never crossed your mind, huh!?

You can fight all you like, little girl. This is not a fight that you’ll win.

We don’t have to win. We’re not here for just you. We’re here for Hiro.

Hiro?

Our friend. The man who you’ve been holding hostage. We’re taking him back!

Oh, him...Taking him back, you say? From what I was told, he turned himself in of his own volition...or do you mean to say that because he is a member of your stupid little conglomerate, he is your...personal property?

That’s rich coming from the CEO of a disgustingly corrupt financial organization! He only did that to protect us!

I don’t care WHAT you think, and I don’t care if what you think is the be all end all reality in your eyes! We’re here so we can end this!

...End this...Hehehe...You’ve come to “end this” have you? Have you seriously not figured it out yet?

Figured out what?

What our mutual friend, Organizaton Zetsubou, have set in motion? I already told you...my reign is inevitable...and your downfall too.

Bitch...

Call it what you want, but that is how it will always end. The natural order of people like me, and filth like you. I...AM...the law...Now allow me to show you...

*The monitor closes. The small army stand to attention, crack their knuckles and ready their weapons.

Makoto...We can’t waste time dealing with these guys. We have to cut this conglomerate at the roots if we’re to end Fang Inc. for good.

What are you suggesting?

We will stay here and fight. You get past them, get inside the school, and give the Fang what for.

...Sounds good to me.

Makoto wait.

*Komaru taps his shoulder.

I’ll come with you.

...Alright...

Then I’m coming too.

No, I need you to stay here and watch Akeru.

And Akeru? I need you to watch your mother.

Can do. Just lemme at ‘em.

Are you guys sure about this?

Please...this was a long time coming...

Oh and don’t worry about anyone dying. We’ve got stun rounds, remember?

In that case...

*The Future Foundation face the army. Makoto cracks his knuckles, Kyoko and Byakuya cock their guns, Toko readies her taser and scissors, Komaru readies her hacking gun, and Akeru crouches down into a battle position.

...Let’s go!

Yeah!

Soliders: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH!!!

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!

//Future Foundation VS Fang Inc.//

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #danganronpa ultra despair girls #drae #danganronpa blowback #drb #hyper danganronpa h2o #hdrh2o #makoto naegi #byakuya togami #kyoko kirigiri #komaru naegi #akeru yozora #toko fukawa #emilia feng #into the ocean arc

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twst-drabbles · 2 years

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some fun twst questions for u <3

[i'm sending these to random ppl, feel free to answer if you see this and/or tag/send it to another person!]

would you be a mer, a beastman, a fae, or a human? (or other!)

would you be at rsa or nrc?

what dorm would you belong to?

what character(s) would you be best friends with?

what character(s) would you hate?

what character(s) would you date?

what would floyd’s nickname be for you?

and rook’s?

what twst character(s) are you most like? (personality-wise)

which subject(s) do you think you would excel at?

what club would you join?

how do you think you would survive in twisted wonderland/what would your life be like in general?

[optional!] what would your unique magic be?

Huh, certainly wasn't expecting this. Putting this under the cut cause I ramble.

would you be a mer, a beastman, a fae, or a human? (or other!)

Honestly, I would rather be a human. Sure, it's fun to imagine the reader as something else entirely, but when we're talking about myself, then I'd much rather be born a human. There's something nice about being able to show a beastman, fae or merpeeps up while also being a simple human. There's this implication among the three species where they see themselves as better than humans, so I'd much rather be a human that can beat them in certain things just to humble them.

would you be at rsa or nrc?

Hmmm, honestly, RSA, but I would imagine circumstances would happen where I end up being chosen by the Dark Mirror despite wanting to be at RSA. That, and it would make for a funnier story. Cause, knowing me, I will grit my teeth and tolerate this situation because it's not as if I'm going to an inferior college. I'm just in a college who's Great Seven I have no admiration for. (And who keeps losing to RSA like the losers they are why the FUCK am I here!)

what dorm would you belong to?

Ah, preference wise, I would want to be Ignihyde, but it has come to my attention that I would probably suit Pomefiore of all dorms. Sure sure, I know quite a bit of coding and I do have a high interest in seeing the marriage of technology and magic, but ultimately all my efforts are always focused on enhancing my creative arts. Doesn't help that I have a fuck ton of pride and have no insecurities about my appearance. I'm perfectly at peace with how I look and am content to lay about while building my abilities to write and sing at my own pace. I'm also an literature nut which seems suiting for Pomefiore. I would imagine I'd have the ability to get on Vil's nerves because of how I refuse to follow anyone else's pace but my own.

what character(s) would you be best friends with?

Hmmm realistically wise, I'd probably be best friends with Epel. We both have some restrained anger that needs to be let out, and we both don't come from an affluent background so there's some common ground to explore there. Out of place peeps must stick together. That and a part of me thinks that Epel would not be able to leave me alone when he sees how bad my food habits are(I skip breakfast a lot), so he'd probably share what snacks he manages to get. It be the kind of friendship where we'd rib at each other, cussing at each other without actually hurting one another. I would probably pull from my singing experience and give Epel some pointers when he needs the help. Another part of me wants to say I'd be friends with Leona, but I know what would happen is that we just happen to be in the same space, chilling for hours, not saying anything cause we're too stubborn to move. We'd never talk, we'd never even get each others names, just a weird silent contract to not bother one another while we chill more than 5 feet apart.

what character(s) would you hate?

...Sebek. I'm sorry, the minute he refers to me as "human" in that derogatory tone of his, he is not worth my time. I'd ignore his existence or look at him with disdain. I will never acknowledge him as superior and until he apologizes for all that we will never be friends. Hell, if he insists on bothering me, I'd ruin his poor ears with my cussing language.

what character(s) would you date?

None of them, since I am aroace. Never had a crush, but It's not as if I'm opposed to dating, it's just I never feel the urge for more or to change the regular status quo. So, in that vein, never expect me to have a preference for who I want to date or be the one to ask people out. I just don't get that urge. However if asked who I would be in a queerplatonic relationship with, the person with the highest chances of that would be Epel. Or, shockingly, Vil. I feel there will come a time where Vil and I come to an understanding since, to a certain extent, we do hold ourselves to a high standard that almost ruins us. But also because I'm a person that has no interest in celebrity culture with a forever chill aura, Vil would eventually adopt some of those habits.

what would floyd’s nickname be for you?

Mmmm honestly, I would think Floyd would call me Cobia, since those fishes are usually pretty good alone, but can be seen tagging behind other predators. And as that would imply, I do have moments where I just want to be by myself, tuning out the world with my earbuds, but the minute I make friends with a big scary bud, you will see me tagging along with them, when I do see them that is. Remora would be another good candidate for a nickname but I don't tend to stick to people like glue so that's out the window. I don't exactly stand out so I'm fine being by myself.

and rook’s?

Knowing Rook, he would catch me singing while I was in my room. I'm not exactly quiet, and with my preference for choral, opera, and other songs with high and low notes, he'd probably call me Monsieur Chanteur and would proceed to bother me to sing more with an audience to watch. Nope buddy, not happening.

what twst character(s) are you most like? (personality-wise)

I would have to say Leona, though I take my grades pretty seriously, even though I will leave studying to the last minute cause I want nothing more than to continue sleeping. Along with the whole thing about people remarking about how we're wasting out potential because we're not working 24/7. Though, I am remarkably easier to get along with since I do try to make a good first impression when I can. But yeah, we're very much the "my pace" kind of people.

which subject(s) do you think you would excel at?

Anything having to do with literature analysis. English has always been my best subject. History would probably be my worst subject, though it would still be passing, around the high 80%. I can't stand failing grades.

what club would you join?

None. I kid I kid, in order to get teachers off my back, I'd probably join the writing club, if there is one. If not, then I'd probably join the choir club, as that's familiar as well. If both clubs exist, I would imagine I would end up joining both at Rook's or Vil's insistence. I only give in because I genuinely like singing so I don't see it as extra work.

how do you think you would survive in twisted wonderland/what would your life be like in general?

Really depends if I have magic or not. If not, I would constantly be covered in bruises cause some dumb fucks decided I make for an easy target, if I have magic, then I'd be another unremarkable note in NRC's history. If, only a bit disappointing because I didn't want to invest in a magic career, just wanted to be a writer. I know it sounds arrogant but I would probably be born with a whole lot of magic potential, so there would be this expectation that I should be in a field that uses it, but then I turned around and decided to invest in my writing skills instead. So while people aren't saying they're disappointed in me choosing this path, you can feel the disappointment for not realizing that potential. I was always treated as the golden child after all, so I know what's that like.

[optional!] what would your unique magic be?

It would probably be another case where I have discovered my unique magic early. It'd probably be a unique magic where I can make an environment or character appear off the pages I just wrote and manipulate them at will. Probably call it "Words Off The Page." Though anytime I use it, the page or sentences I used will be destroyed, including copies. Which would deter me from using it at all.

#twst #twisted wonderland #admin

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kendrixtermina · 2 years

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5 vs 4 Guide

Thus I continue to make my Accidental Essays into their own posts so they can be more easily found by those who want them & be reused next time the same question is asked.

First, it must be acknowledged that these are actually more similar than the stereotypes would have you believe - both often feel like they're outsiders, both can be sort of pessimistic & focussed on the dark side of things (sometimes to the point of defeatism), both tend to be creative & absorbed in their imagination, & not so concern with practical realistic matters, and both tend to be fairly sensitive & not that resillient, though it shows in fairly different ways. (because of this, you might still want to consider 5w6 even if you are a creative person)

4, also, has some intellectual sophistication that is sometimes forgotten about & which they can sometimes be quite proud of ("Studies intelligent girls are more depressed ...cause they know what the world is really like, amirite?") - this is very different from 6 or 9 who care about appearing humble, or 2 who wants to be approachable.

Differences:

abstract-conceptual vs. personal-relational focus. mental center dominants connect everything to the big picture and look for reasons and patterns; Heart center dominants see things in terms of personal stories & what it says about them as a person.

4 wants to put their personal signature on everything / have their actions be an expression of their individuality. 5 wants to see things without bias, untainted by preconceptions, even if that sometimes means putting their personal sentiments aside - if you have the other for your wing youll likely have a bit of both, but ask yourself which is more important.

when they're sad or feeling angsty, 4 tends more toward an active mourning or frustration. ("Everything fucking dissapoints me!") 4 has high, sometimes too-high ideals, and either laments or rages that both themselves & the world fall short of them. For 5 it tends to be more of a quiet resignation - they tend to have low expectations & not ask much of others. ("Well of course it blew up in my face. I should have known.")

What other people say about you can sometimes be a clue - not because they're necessarily right, but because they have a different attention bias which creates a contrast to yours. 4s tend have their attention on their feelings & their identity more so than, say, time & place, so maybe others have said that you're dramatic, picky or self-absorbed (whether or not that was deserved in that specific situation). 5s would rather tend to be mistaken as calmer or more disinterested than they really are especially by ppl who don't know them super well. Your focus in a conversation would tend to be largely on the topic that is being discussed, which can seem impersonal to others.

#enneagram

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leatherbookmark · 2 years

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thoughts, 4/?, or: hogs, sumo moves, and japanese pheasants

1. jin guangyao, in the line about “the lanling jin sect being haughty and irrational slash overbearing”, is then described as “in addition to that, he’s acting arbitrarily”. acting arbitrarily or “based on one’s own decisions and impulses, perhaps even randomly, rather than reasonably consulting it with others”. then, “he never listens to other people’s opinions”

...is this about the fucking watchtowers. jin guangyao Bad! we told him we don’t want to pay money so that the peasants can feel safer, but he kept on insisting! HOW DARE HE

incredible.

2. nope! found something even more incredible! and that is: jin guangyao as the one who partakes in all sorts of indulgences and creates an oppressive atmosphere, misusing his authority! he was the one who started this! honest to god wwx doesn’t personally care for jgy that much, aside for his little “oh same hat” feeling, but if i heard this i would honestly be tempted to just leave

3. the exr translation sort of mixed it around, which isn’t bad per se, and the sentence looks like this: “He’s probably made up his mind to get rid of us all, now that he feels threatened by the expanding forces of the other sects. He’s scared that he’ll be overthrown like the Wen Sect, right?”

but in japanese, it’s

奴はここ数年で各家が勢力を広げ、ますます実力を伸ばしているのを見て、きっと危機感を覚え始めたんだ。

(Seeing all the sects increasing their influence and gaining strength must have reminded him what it’s like to feel threatened!)

かつての岐山温氏のように転覆させられるのを恐れて、毒を食らわば皿までと、いっそのこと我々を一網打尽にするつもりだったんだろう

(He must be scared that we’re going to overthrow him like we did with the old Qishan Wen sect! He’s not the one to half-ass shenanigans In for a penny, in for a pound, I bet he’s planning to get rid of us all in one sweep!)

now, the half-ass shenanigans in for a penny part, in chinese it’s 一不做二不休, or literally “The first option is don’t do it, second -- don’t stop”, or -- i didn’t know this one, i love it -- “to go the whole hog”, “in for a penny, in for a pound”.

HOWEVER, the japanese saying is my favourite, because 毒を食らわば皿まで literally means “if you’ve eaten poison, lick the plate”. ISN’T IT CHARMING.

(a-yao will lick the plate, yes. a-yao will try to eat the plate and fight you with the sharp pieces. fuck you.)

4. we’re at the part where jc says “oh well nevermind, please sit down everyone, i’ll bring them back at a later time”. well in japanese he says 後で私が彼らを呼び戻しに行ってまいります, in which jc says he will go + humbly come back (行って+まいります) to call them back home, 呼び戻し (yobimodoshi). the dictionary form of the verb is yobimodosu, but in this grammatical construction, it takes a “yobimodoshi” form. i didn’t know this word, so i looked it up, and being in a hurry i didn’t think and looked up “yobimodoshi” instead of “yobimodosu”, but then as the page loaded i figured ah, it’s probably just a noun form of the verb

well,

not quite, but i imagine jiang cheng wouldn’t mind doing that to them as well, while he’s at it.

5. ohh, it seems japanese has a term similar to the chinese 没错 (mei cuo) that sometimes gets translated as “that’s correct” or “that’s right” and it pisses me off. when someone gives an answer, “that’s right/correct” is a good translation, but in other situations, not so much (ie. wwx saying he hasn’t heard of xxc, and lwj saying “that’s correct” in the official english translation). well, in japanese it’s 正解, commonly used in the exact same way, ie. “the answer is b” “that’s right!”.

but when wwx finds some food stalls still open, he says あいつらと一��に食べなくて正解だったな, which, despite having the word, doesn’t mean “it was correct of us not to eat with them”, but rather “it’s a good thing we didn’t!” (because this is a much cooler option)

(obligatory whine whine, when you translate, don’t just shove the word from one language to the other! make sure it makes sense and sounds like something a real person would saaaay)

6. ah i see the japanese edition wanted to preserve the dialogue line but also to put it in the narration for some reason, which resulted in

“now you don’t need to pay either”, lan wangji said.

“hahahahahahahahaha!”, wei wuxian laughed at his words

like. yes. i figured that’s what happened when you gave me all the hahahahahahas, thanks

7. aughhh and now i’m really sad. when wwx says “aw, you came too late, lan zhan! it was so lively and you weren’t here to see it” and i know lwj says “it’s not too late” and it’s this little line that cheers you up somehow, because lwj doesn’t care about bustling streets, he can enjoy himself in a desert as long as wwx is with him, but... wwx remembers it all! he really does! his memory is rather bad in terms of like, other cultivators who weren’t in his closest circle of friends or important in some other ways, but that was his childhood, he went there everyday for years, and now it’s just... gone. and yes, it was probably gone when he was alive, too, after the war -- but now he sees the lotus pier that’s been rebuilt so beautifully, one might hope the night food stalls will be there as well, with different people, but still... but they aren’t. even though the yunmeng jiang sect is thriving, the past can’t be changed, even in such a trivial aspect as food stalls.

8. huh, the “don’t speak while you eat” rule is 食うに語らず and the word used for eating, 食う (kuu), is one i normally associate with rough masculine speech. i looked it up a little, and it seems this kind of language is used in rules/sayings/Important Words, such as this blog post about confucius’ idea on how a gentleman should behave or this wiki page about the ‘he who does not work neither shall he eat’ aphorism. the more you know!

9. that being said, wangxian are really cute and just... good, right now. i don’t know why it moved me so much, but it did! wwx asks lwj why he doesn’t say anything, does that mean he doesn’t like the flatbread? but lwj quotes the lan rule, so wwx says oh okay, i won’t talk to you then! and explains his earlier thinking, saying he wanted to eat it for lwj if he didn’t like it. it’s just... so... normal? i don’t know how to say it, but in such a little moment you can see that wwx, despite being unaware of lwj’s affection for him, does care for him and wants him to be comfortable. and he shows it so simply, so plainly. ach, dreamy sigh.

10. this is interesting to no one but while the pheasants wwx used to catch in chinese are common pheasants 山鸡 shānjī, or 雉鸡 zhìjī (not the same tones, no), in japanese it’s a 雉 kiji, the green pheasant/japanese pheasant, the representative and the name-giver of the galliformes order in japanese, or 雉目. according to wiki, there are theories both about the green pheasant being an independant species and about it being a subspecies of the common pheasant. furthermore, the green pheasant outcompetes the common pheasant in a natural habitat, and so attempts to introduce the latter in japan have failed.

the green pheasant, though, is endemic to japan, so wwx hunting them is Interesting. “but why can’t wwx hunt common pheasants then?”, you ask. (you don’t, but ssh.) well, because their japanese name is literally “korean pheasant”, it doesn’t really fit, does it.

MOVING ON

11. kgfjgkjfhgkfsjg shijie in japanese is 師姉 shishi... c-cute

12. ”When he wrapped his arms around the trunk, warmth surged up in his eyes; as he looked down, his vision appeared blurry. Lan Wangji was standing right under the tree, his head raised to look at him” hey. hey, mxtx, who allowed you

#youarenotimmunetothetreeclimbingscene

12. i thought it’s a little weird but charming that when lwj catches wwx in exr translation, he “shoots forward just in time to catch wwx -- or, one might say, to be caught by wwx”. i was like, oh, so lwj catches wwx, but also wwx wraps his arms around lwj, so in a way he “catches” him too?

however

(lan wangji) すかさず一歩前に踏み出した彼の腕に、魏無羡はまっすぐに受け止められる。あるいは、彼の胸に飛び込んだとも言えよう。

i would like to commit a crime to illustrate what i mean, so from the top

without a moment’s delay + stepped one step forward + into his arms* + wei wuxian + directly + was caught.

or, one could say, fell into his arms.

* more or less; what’s happening in this sentence is closer to “into the arms of lwj who stepped one step forward” but the crime is heinous as it is, so

so, i think we can finish here. if you’re wondering what page are we on, uh, 32. yes, reading would take me incomparably less time if i didn’t look up pheasants or hogs every time i encounter one, but I WOULDN’T BE MYSELF THEN, OK.

you can see how it’s hard to translate to both keep it smooth and preserve the romantic imagery. “wei wuxian was caught by him, or rather, fell right into his arms” sounds bad, the passive form makes it awkward, but if you decide to make wwx active, it’s... “wwx fell into his arms, or rather, ✨fell into his arms✨“. you could also “immediately he stepped forward and caught wei wuxian, or rather: wei wuxian fell right into his arms” but does it get the thing across? i don’t know, my loves, it’s almost 4am.

#liveshrimping

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twstmemories · 2 years

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hi! i found your blog like yesterday and omg i love your writing!! could i please ask for headcannons of a super flustered, completely obvious ruggie, azul and jack having a crush on an oblivious reader? ♡ ♡

-- ! ahh thank you for liking what i have put out so far! i had a real fun writing these down too <3 imagining the twst boys with a crush when they've all confirmed that they're terrible in trying to profess anything regarding love was such a pleasant challenge (´ ω `♡) i hope these were to your liking!

✧ Azul Ashengrotto, Ruggie Bucchi & Jack Howl having a crush on an oblivious reader

✧ gn!reader

✧ … Well this will be an incredibly humbling experience for our favourite octopus-

✧ Please he is not used to his advances being ignored like this. This is the man that singehandedly managed to sweet talked his way through more than 200 students to signing a contract with him, and yet he can't let the one person he has a crush on, even be aware he has a crush on them?

✧ Someone please get him the giant pot, he's going to crawl in there for a few minutes to get rid of this embarassment. Jade and Floyd wouldn't be much of help since the whole situation will be highly amusing to them. They can clearly see how it's very obvious, and yet you seem to have no clue that his genuine sweet words to you are actually genuine.

✧ "If you're ever in need of assistance, please do not hesitate to ask me, I would be more than happy to assist you," he's saying this in the softest voice ever, and you just don't get it: "Thanks, Azul! There's nothing behind that declaration are there?" is how you'll answer with a laughter that makes his heart skip a beat but what you said just makes him sigh in defeat. Please forgive us Azul, but that's what you're known for (*_ _)人

✧ Please help him, he can't actually be genuine without you thinking he has an ulterior motive now. He's wracking his brain on how to actually let you be aware that he has the biggest crush on you and if you just as much asked he would turn the whole Octavinelle dorm over for you.

✧ And yet with every advance, every advice given after he reluctantly asks the Leech twins and everyone else, you still treat him like he's just a close friend. Keep this charade up long enough and he will just snap.

✧ And one day when you're once again visiting and he just feels himself get giddy he just stands up from his seat and slams his hands down the table in front of you. Face flushed and a stutter to his lips: "I- I've tried everything in my plans to convey these feelings to you, and yet you don't get it. Must I tell you directly that I like you so much before you start to see me in a different way?!" He's embarassed, almost don't want to look at you, but the gradual flush of your own face makes him realize that, oh. You did indeed need a direct confrotation before you understood (´꒳`)♡

✧ Perhaps the only one out of these 3 who wouldn't be so hung up on the fact you're as clueless a goldfish. In fact, he finds it quite adorable. This is a plea for help someone slap Ruggie so he can see how whipped he is.

✧ Finds it very amusing that you really can't tell that he's being extra nice, extra compliant with you, hangs around you more and stares at you and even telling you that you're so pretty he can't look away. And all he gets as a reply is an embarassed laugh and you asking when he began to compliment you so much. And Ruggie just has the most defeated look on his face when you once again don't seem to understand what he's implying. (⇀‸↼‶)

✧ Teases you a lot, but affectionately. It's in his nature after all. His pranks with you isn't as harmful as the other ones though (ノ*°▽°*) He will sometimes sit and "study" with you, but while you're writing, he will use his unique magic to lift the pen higher up in the air, and out of your reach. And when you tell him to give it back he just chuckles and tells you: "What will I get if I give it back then? A bit of attention perhaps?"

✧ You and Ruggie must have been friends for too long, he concludes. Because you don't seem to mind the sudden closeness, the sudden back hugs or the way Ruggie looks at you like you're the sun to his whole world. But everyone, god everyone else notices and god they just want you to get together. Leona mostly, because Ruggie won't shut up about how oblivious you are: "Then just tell them straight up if they can't catch a damn hint!" he grumbles.

✧ Ruggie panics at the very thought. Haha, he can for sure do that! But what if he ruins what you two have? What if you don't like him back? What if you don't accept his confession because of his background? Of course you won't, he knows but he can't help but think that, as painful as it is now with how you don't understand his feelings, it's far better than not being in your life at all. He spends a few days thinking about this, our poor Ruggie (╥_╥)

✧ But the moment you inquire him about why he's suddenly not the Ruggie you love so much, he's flushing red because of the word love. And he just decides to, well go for it. "Hmm, you tell me, [Name]. I've been here, trying for months to get you to realize how much I like you, and yet you don't seem to say anything ~ It makes me quite sad you know?" he says, a teasing, yet nervous tone to his voice. But when he sees the way you tense up and start to turn red, he knows it's going to be fine (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

✧ Someone help him, the second part. We all know how Jack is. Acts like he doesn't care, comes up with a pleasant excuse as to why he wants to help a friend in need and all. Now imagine that attitude with a crush? (｡T ω T｡) He's almost friendzoning himself while trying to admit his growing feelings for you because he has to come up with an excuse as to why he wants to be around you.

✧ He happened to also want to study a bit, he is a bit intelligent after all, but it wouldn't hurt to study a bit more with you! He happens to have bought a bit too much food, and he also noticed you don't eat a lot, so have a bit from him as well, he can't have you collapsing after all ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ) Jack sweetie please just say you care about them

✧ Also doesn't undestand why you don't seem to answer to his advances, but that's also because he is quite frankly, terrible at conveying them! If you're already oblivious, this won't help because you would just see this as his usual behavior ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ

✧ It will quite literally take a third party to comment on how obvious he is, but how bad he is at actually trying to tell you he likes you before he realizes. And that someone is most likely Ace. Dude has no filter, he will straight up massacare Jack with words on his terrible way of trying to court someone. Your bluntness this time Ace is much appreciated ⊂(￣▽￣)⊃

✧ Wolf people in twst wonderland follows the same principle as actual wolves, where they find a faithful mate they want to be with for eternity. With how Jack is acting towards you it's like he finally found his own mate he can be happy with. Now if only he could say those sweet words to you without immediately butchering it.

✧ But don't worry, his fellow first years will help him out, without him asking they just feel terribly embarassed on both for both of you because they can obviously see the chemistry, but one is too oblivious while the other acts like he doesn't like you when he's ready to give you the whole world.

✧ "Heya, [Name]! Did you know Jack likes-" and Ace is promptly thrown away by said wolf, face beet red while yelling at him: "Okay I get it! But at least let me confess myself!" and you're just blinking because did Jack just say the world confess? Like confessing his love, to you? While he knows how important that is for him in regards of how faithful he will be to you if you decide to accept them?

✧ Jack will look at you, face flushed red and scratch his head, glancing away: "Judging by how red you are, you already know what I'll say. Seriously, you really need to have it spelled out for you, don't you? But I like you, more than a friend. I have for a long time now..." And he's trailing off, almost refusing to look at you out of pure embarassment and the excited yells from his fellow friends who got to witness the whole scene. Now will you accept his confession? ♡(｡- ω -)

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #twst headcanons #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto headcanons #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi headcanons #jack howl x reader #jack howl headcanons #not proofread #embarassed and flustered twst wonderland boys yes please i'll gobble them up #not tumblr screwing over some of the headcanons-#hopefully it’s fixed now 😭

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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A Furry Predicament, but reversed (Reader turns into a cat)? Pretty please with a sweet lil cherry on top? (I recently stumbled across your blog and may I just say that I absolutely adore your works??) Thank youu and take care~~

A Furrier Predicatment [Genshin x Cat!Reader]

♤♡◇♧☆

Synopsis: It's your turn to be a cat after this incident.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Venti

(A/n): Ah you did OwO that's very sweet of you. It's alot of fun to write, especially when your imagination is stunted and you just gotta spit out something silly.

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[Diluc]

Any beloved pet owned by Master Diluc would be under the most high quality and meticulous treatement. Mostly for cats since they tend to be calm while elegant...to some extent. If they were dogs then he'll ensure that they also serve as a partner for sniffing out trouble such as a certain bard who'd might've sneaked into the wine cellars. But you weren't either, so to say, you were both a beloved AND a cat.

As he picks you up gently into his arms, Diluc would be a little baffled on what to do next. He has no idea how to care for delicate creatures as he never had one (other than a pet tortoise but that's different) in which he needed to look for help. But who? The staff? Certainly not, no one can find out that his partner turned into a pet (imagine all the scandals he'll be in). Jean? Anything but the knights of Favonius. And most certainly not his brother.

So Diluc ends up figuring everything out by himself (old habits die hard). All the sweets and regular meals you craved were no long in your menu, you were forced to have a proper cat diet because he believed it was healthier. Half of the time he has no idea what he's doing, since you were a cat and all you could do was "meow" (which Diluc forgets. He tries to have a mundane conversation until you stare at him with feline eyes. That was when he remembered).

"What would you like for tonight's dinner, my love?"

"Meow." He has alot to learn.

Though Master Diluc often gets very tired and he attempts to take a quick nap before killing himself over the next set of duties. That is, until you could help it. Being a cat has it's furry and comfy advantages. So you leapt up to the bed as quietly as possible and onto the side of your lover, circling a few times to see if he was really asleep. When he was you snuggled close to keep him warm, hoping it would lull him into a rest even deeper. He slept like a baby.

~xx~

[Kaeya]

If the Cavalry Capatain were to own a pet, they would either be charmed by him or snaring their teeth because of his unreadable and suspicious aura. Animal instincts are quite powerful. But your case wasn't the latter, thankfully and he could feel himself growing fond of this new found relationship. Almost. What should he do with you now that you're a cat, Kaeya wonders.

Belly rubs and a lot of them. He absolutely adores the way your cute little nose scrunches up while he runs his fingers on the center of your tummy (though he knows when to stop, Kaeya is rather gentle with you nowadays). You found that he absolutely adores the shape of your nose, would pick you up and boop yours with his own somehow knows how to be his flirty self despite your unusual form.

There was this one incident where you saw something shiny flashing over the wall. Slowly you followed it as the bright dot moved futher and further away, evetually gaining speed. Little did you know it was Kaeya who was watching you swipe your little paws up and down against the wall while he was just cleaning his sword. How could he help it? You were often so headstrong and independent, now you were just an adorable little kitten that loves to play with yarn and shiny things. It backfired him though, now there were a bunch of scratchmarks marring the surfaces (which he had to pay for repairs).

Takes you out to Windrise so that you could get some fresh air (also for you to find somewhere else to shed your fur other than his humble abode). Kaeya sits back under a tree while you either chase a butterfly or start slapping against the dandelions (only sneeze when they fly into your face). He wasn't sure if you were aware of what you were doing right now, if you were then he'll have lots of things to talk about once you turn back into human. If not, then at least he had the opportunity to witness such a soft side coming from you.

~xx~

[Xiao]

If any animal were to go close towards the adeptus, they would run away. Xiao isn't very good at interacting with others, pets included, usually they would run into the alleyway or hide around the legs of their owners while he glaringly, blankly stares at them (Even though he wouldn't admit it, Xiao thinks to himself, how soft is cat fur?) Now he gets to touch your cat form and turns out that fur is very ticklish yet pleasant against his skin.

Would be the most awkward conversationalist, the poor yaksha was already terrible with his words (often coming out harsh so he prefers to either keep away or say nothing at all) and even with you sometimes, now it was almost impossible to communicate. Xiao is not very good at reading a cat's body language. When you want him to hold you again, you'd walk in circles. He assumes you were hungry and leaps out the window to go fetch some fish...for the nth time there was a pile of raw salmon stacking upon the floor. Xiao thinks that maybe salmon species weren't to your liking, hence he does out to find another one.

As he plays his flute, you'd magically doze off on his lap. (There was one thing that you both can communicate with at last). Slowly but surely, he comes to learn the different gestures you make for certain situations. You often rub yourself upon his leg which he had heard to be a cat's way of claiming their territory. That was when Xiao picks you up, FINALLY. Though the real reason why it took him this long was because he was hesitant to hold you. He never really held a pet so naturally he has no idea how to hold a cat. Ends up cradling you in his arms because it seemed to be a safer option <3

"I never thought I'd be able to hold you like this," Xiao softly says to your lazy form, observing the way your ears perked up at the sound of his voice, "But I...forget it. We can stay like this for the time being, if you'd like. If not, that's fine too."

You stay.

~xx~

[Albedo]

The only pets Albedo had were for his alchemic experiments (plus they were put in cages too). Fact be told, he would make a terrible pet owner with the lifestyle he has now. The alchemist would be so absorbent into his work that he'll most likely forget that he has someone to feed and by the time he realized it, they would have already starved to death. After hearing glass bottles crashing to the floor, Albedo bursts into the rooms as the smoke fills it completely, finding a cat lost between it. The cat was you. He knows because he made the potions.

Sometimes he'd a little too scientific for his own good. Albedo assumed that when you turned into a cat, you've gone into cat mode and ends up treating you as such. "No, don't go near any bodies of water. You wouldn't like it." He almost forgets that you were once human which is very much like him if you had to be honest. Though when he does find out that you still carried human traits, Albedo must find ways to adapt things to your liking.

He makes your food himself. He's not a cook but he sure is good at everything he does, even if it's something he never did before. This goes for other areas too such as the size of your bed, if you need a little couch to stay on or maybe some tools to play around. (The only time when he is a good pet owner). In his sketchbook he'd have a bunch of blueprints and contraptions of what to make next. There's something enjoyable when spoiling you, those little reactions when you're pleased, like the twitch of your whiskers or the lift of your tail. Albedo finds is very cute.

On top of all that, he could also make you a potion to turn you back into normal. It seemed that it was the last thing he thought of on the list. Albedo was too occupied with treating you like a cat that it all flew over his head until now. Time flies when you're having fun.

~xx~

[Zhongli]

Unlike Albedo, anyone who has Zhongli as a pet owner would be considered to be a very lucky animal. He radiates a calm and serene aura that gives the perfect environment to have infinite nap times. People look at this man and wonder why his pet never gives him any trouble, especially when cats were considered to be both fiesty and needy. But they just didn't know that the cat was you (not like it would make a difference, any animal would know that Zhongli was no ordinary man).

How on earth does he know what you're saying? Maybe it's because he was once an archon. You could meow and he knows exactly what you would like to snack on. You could tilt your head, he takes it that you were curious on what he was currently doing (which was exactly what you were wondering), you can say nothing at all yet as if he could read your mind, Zhongli comes over to pet you with his gloved hands.

"How can I tell? Indeed it is because you're my lover, of course. Throughout this time we spent together, I've come to learn the way you speak through your eyes. They seem to hold true no matter what form you take. It's rather comforting."

Though there were many moments where you sneak up behind Zhongli. His hair, his ponytail- so long. Must play with. As you jump up and down with his thin strand swings side to side, it'll take a few seconds for him to decipher what your were doing. The minute he turns around he catches you with his hands midair and laughs heartfully. Cats were very endearing creatures.

~xx~

[Childe]

Back home in Snezhnaya, Childe would probably have owned a dog or two. They were mostly meant for hunting purposes, big and large furry creatures with thick skin suitable to endure the harsh cold. He has dogs because cats hate him for some strange reason. They either hiss or snootly turn their backs on him, one time he picked one up as a kid but his face bleeding after the cat scratched him with their paws. But of course you wouldn't do that to him. You would never~ he was your cutie pie anyways.

He was an obnoxious hugger, not gentle at all. Childe forgets his strength as a human man and when he squeezes you tightly against his chest, you'd spike out on all ends because by the archons, you're suffocating. But it was your fault for feeling so comfy and warm! Similar to Kaeya, they're both obnoxious but Childe deemed himself to be even worse. He'd rub his face against yours, commenting on how sensitive it sways. Tonia once told him that she wanted a pet cat instead, maybe he should also bring you back to his homeland now.

Yes he would love to play with you. Bring in the cat toys...or not. This was the eleventh Fatui Harbinger, what were you thinking? Normal cat activities? Not here. He's gonna teach you how to hunt like how he taught his dogs to hunt in Snezhnaya. You gave him the most deadpanned and dissapointed look with your large feline glare. Not only was he disliked by cats but he certainly was not good with them.

Though he can take it down a notch sometimes and just indulge in relaxing activities. When there was nothing else for him to do or when he was just tired after a productive day, he'd sit by the kitchen and you on top of the table. While you yawned and leaned down for a nap, Childe plays with the small of your paws to the soft edge of your nails. If he taps your nose, your whiskers twitch. Your ears are nice, maybe he should get you a headband version once you turned back to human.

You immediately wake up when he touches your tail.

~xx~

[Venti]

Achoo!

You sometimes wonder how is it that the anemo archon was able to live through 2000 years without getting beaten up by a cat. If andrius was a large cougar than a wolf, maybe he wouldn't be an archon now. Which is why you are to stay miles far far away from him unless you want the whole of Mondstadt to be blown away by the wind.

Wears a mask (as if this were the covid19 pandemic), although it doesn't take away all his problems, at least it'll minimize it. Venti always has a box of tissues ready but you can tell by the puffiness of his eyes that he's been sneezing alot. He really tries his hardest to pitch in every once in a while when Albedo was working on a cure for you to go back to normal. Though acts as if he was quarantined by staying all the way at the other side of the room.

"Ahahaha don't mind me. It's your local bard of Mondstadt dropping by to see how things are going. I wanna make sure how long it will take for you to make the potion? Just curious!"

No hugs, cuddles or anything involving close proximity. This makes Venti very pouty and impatient. Albedo finds it very hard to concentrate with all the sniffling and sneezing that he had no choice but to kick him out. It didn't help that the location was Dragonspine, now he was sneezing even more.

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Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

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Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

“I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

***3 months later***

A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.

#erasermic #yandere erasermic #erasermic x reader #yandere erasermic x reader #erasermic smut #erasermic mha #erasermic bnha #shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa smut #hizashi yamada #hizashi yamada x reader #hizashi yamada smut #shouta aizawa mha #shouta aizawa bnha #hizashi yamada mha #hizashi yamada bnha

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livingalifeofasimp · 3 years

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Yandere genshin impact boys with gn s/o who is now also an adventure like aether. Not to mention they were in relationship with him. So.....headcannon? Like I don't want where they will make aether and s/o break up. I want they to suffer! 😌 Have a great day and night!

This request really is interesting!. I hope you like ~

Warning : Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, it's purely for entertainment purpose and nothing else. It must not be romanticized in real life. Arts are not mine only the content is.

🧡ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕖🧡

➳You were just an enemy, not a strong opponent but strong enough to surprise him and is constantly improving. Your presence was a mere amusement to him or a stranger who crossed his paths one or two times. You meet Childe when he challenges you and Aether in one of your adventures.

➳You thought he was a guy full of himself but unfortunately you and Aether got forced to work with Childe in a case, unwillingly you supported Aether's decision. Honestly you never expected to see how much he cares for the people he loves and protects them, there was so much more than he shows.

➳It changed your attitude and perspective of him. Sometimes he can be a jerk . Still, you let your guards down since you both will be working partners even if it's for a limited amount of time.

***

➥Never have Childe lost a battle so miserably in a battlefield of love. It feels way far worse than losing a battle almost like he lost his heart and himself.

➥He wasn't able to understand how his hobby of teasing and testing you turned into a habit of being near you all the time, making him addicted to your presence next to him. Everytime when you were in danger, Childe jumped in the scene to protect you, even after knowing you could handle it, without caring about his situation.

➥He should have observed how protective and lovingly Aether looks at you and what's more worst to him is that you look at Aether the same way. Not a single detail went past his observation yet, this? Maybe he never wanted to observe or know such a thing between you both.

➥He saved you, why did you run to save Aether risking your life again?, everything became clear when he saw you both hugging and holding hands. Friends ain't like that. No longer, Childe was a cheerful, determined guy like he was before. Shutting himself away from the world falling into abyss, no tears were left to cry. People who knew him got concerned about his health.

➥What a great despair he is it? His situation is so laughable not even he knew how crazy his love for you is making him. He wants to make you feel the same pain, will you be able to take it?. But how can he hurt you, he loves you so much. How can he fall in love with his friend's girl? Knowing how happy they are together and he is just an extra.

❤️𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔❤️

➳As a foreigner in Mondstadt, you searched for a job and luckily found a vacant seat in Dawn winery, since it's only for a few months you got along with the fate, it's better than nothing, besides payment was quite high and could cover up your expenditures.

➳You discovered that it was owned by a young man which was quite surprising to you. At first you did not have a good option on Diluc, your boss who you never actually interacted with but everyone's past eventually finds their way to other's ears and it was the same in your case.

➳What a miserable past he had gone through, not that it's your business nevertheless it changed the way you saw him. You felt bad for him when he had to work alone on holidays so sometimes you volunteered. One of the reasons was extra pay, he was a good boss to you.

***

➥Diluc didn't knew what he was feeling for you is. Is it friendship? companionship? or love?. It was for sure that his heart fluttered every time he saw you, you made him dress nice for you and behave differently in a way you don't think bad of him, so he tried and tried, sometimes made jokes to make you laugh.

➥It was so frustrating for him to see you sad. And now after all this when he saw you with a blonde guy who came to pick you after your shift made him lose his sanity. Who is he to you? Why are you so happy to see him? You never smiled like that at him.

➥It was exactly what he thought, you had a lover before he came into the scene. Again he was left alone in the darkness, alone, he is so afraid of being alone. Tears continually rolled down his cheeks, hitting floor . Why is everything so cruel to him? What did he ever do wrong? Why can't he live happily even if just for once?

➥When his heart finally fluttered for someone and he had a reason to wake up the next morning, you disappear, making his life far more miserable than it was. But does it matter? He is as miserable as he was before, did anything even changed? Diluc falled on his knees he was a fool to think he could ever be loved.

➥What is he supposed to do with these immense feelings for you?. Diluc is aware of how destructive it is, if he loses control then he will hurt you, you will never smile again. He couldn't bear it and he doesn't want to live in a world where he can't have you, so he destroys himself before he can destroy you, taking his breath away himself.

💙𝕂𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕒💙

➳Certainly you got dragged by your friends, after all you came back to your hometown from a long adventure. They wanted to catch up with you so how could you reject them? At the end you accepted their invitation. That's where you meet Kaeya, friend of your friends though you didn't pay him any attention because your friends kept on questioning you.

➳It was a sunny day when you decided to run errands, buying all the stuffs that was mentioned in your list, you got tired and visted the same place, you went few days ago with your friends. You liked the cocktail, it was of your favorite flavor. The drink was fresh so you thought of ordering it again, coincidentally meeting Kaeya and slowly you both became friends, helping and making fun of eachother.

***

➥This is not what he thought would happen! This is not how it was supposed to be! Kaeya's heart broke so bad, every moment it became harder to breathe, panic rose, he couldn't help but cover his mouth. A chuckle escapes his mouth.

➥For a minute how can he even think he deserves someone like you, look at you how happy you are, you are someone else's, so pure and perfect. Why didn't he realize it earlier? Why did he misunderstood your kindness for love?.

➥Kaeya wanted to purpose you, he was willing to be loyal to only you and keep eyes only for you. So when he heard from his friends who are your friends as well that you already had a lover for years and that you love him very much, it made him depressed.

➥Kaeya sat dissolved in own his sadness, a hand slides through his chest to his jaw, turning his face towards herself attempting to kiss him. As Kaeya's vision shifts on her, he realizes she is not you. Oh how good would it be, if you were the one he was holding, kissing and hugging.

➥He can't believe he became so miserable, constantly wanting to have you to himself. Kaeya pushes her hand away, his hands holded another glass of wine as he takes it down in one gulp imagining your smiling face towards him and hearing your sweet voice which are music to him.

➥Another woman leaned towards him, Kaeya chuckled to himself how dare he dreamed about you, you deserve so much better, not someone who is as dirty as him.

➥He knows it isn't possible to forget about you so he tries to find comfort in some other women and this time he pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply, tears falled down his eyes. Oh how good it would be if she was you.

🖤ℤ𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕚🖤

➳By the time you went back to meet your grandma, everything around the corner changed. You were happy to be able to meet her and see all those places you used to go when you was a kid, reminiscing and meeting all your old neighbors and childhood friends. They are still as fun as they were before.

➳When you got home you saw a handsome stranger in the living room and was shocked, he didn't seem to be a guy who could harm you or your grandma, by the way where is she?. Zhongli decides to introduce himself to free you from any discomfort.

➳Then suddenly your Grandma came in with a tray of food and started complimenting Zhongli saying that he is kind enough to help her with everything when no one is here with her. You thanked Zhongli for being so nice to your Grandma. You didn't knew that your Grandma was rooting for you both because she thought Zhongli is a good guy who can keep you happy all your life.

➳Strangely you always found yourself alone with Zhongli most of the time, and when you knew why these coincidences happened, you explained to your Grandma that you already had someone and humbly rejected Zhongli.

***

➥Zhongli holded his head with his hands so hard, hoping to stop his thoughts about you. It was not his plan to love because they are gonna die anyways like his friends did. So why isn't he able to think you are dead for him. Your face, laugh, smiles and everything, even a smallest detail constantly hovers over his mind.

➥This is not what he is expected to do, but he just can't stop thinking about you and the more he thinks about you, the more sinful it becomes, desiring to tear down your perfect picture with your loved one and pull you to him. He can easily take you to himself, you will eventually love him, if you get to know him, his love, you surely will love him, right?.

➥Zhongli notices that his thoughts are becoming so corrupt, he must stop it. Zhongli threw all the expensive objects placed on the table with a shout losing his composure. Does she know how much he is going through? Tears threatened to fall down from his eyes, so Zhongli raised his head to prevent them from falling.

➥He never experienced such feelings, so much pain for not getting a chance to be with the person he wants the most. He is supposed to happily accept your decision and wish a good life for you and Aether but his heart wants to take you for himself and make you love only him; however, he must do what is right. Perhaps what's best for him is to think you are dead and grieve. Since he hardly believes he can ever stop feeling what he feels for you. He is such a fool for you.

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luimagines · 3 years

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You know, since the Zelda games are in a kind of medieval era, courting must be a thing in all of the Link's time, more in Hyrule and Legend's era as they are the "first" ones (I know it is Sky, but the people from the sky don't strike me as being very stern in following the protocol of courting, contrary to their earthen people) and are more of ye olde time.

(Small warning as this was view with a female reader in mind, but I won't be making use of any type of pronoun besides neutral)

Hyrule is just a humble traveller, he doesn't have lands or riches to his name, not even a house for the both of you to settle. On top of that, his Hyrule is very dangerous and the menace of Ganon or any other evil being is always a possibility, to the point of making him lose sleep.

He lives on the go, always going to new lands and learning new cultures, which in result has let him admire all type of customs, clothing and jewels he would have never imagined if he didn't see it for himself. He had in several occasions pictured you with such objects, maybe as a gift for your wedding, the glint of the accessories would seem dull compared to the shine of your smile, the flowing fabrics swaying as the both of you dance together and the celebration of your marriage goes well into the night.

If only he had the money to pay for your price, but there's also the problem of talking with your parents, which might be impossible if you ask him due to the current situation. In the end, everything must remain a dream, he doesn't want to give you a poor life nor an early departure if he ever gets ambushed by enemies that for once proved to be more than what he can handle, or in the case of only him perishing, you won't have nothing and will be alone in a dangerous, unknown land as a dowry is something he will never be able to settle, he doesn't have goods to give to you, only what he had in his bag and person.

Legend have almost the same worries as Hyrule, but they are founded by the fear of losing you. He can make enough money for the two of you, maybe you couldn't live a posh life, but sufficient to live comfortable to the rest of both of your days. But no amount of money could stop losing his only family, he doesn't need a repetition of that event but this time with the family born by your union, something made by the two of you with love.

He also feels a type of social pressure; even if he managed to save Zelda and clear his name, there have been times in which Legend caught the stare of people looking at him over their shoulders, judging him. They still believe him a kidnapper, a traitor, and his attitude does nothing to appease their opinions. He doesn't want you to be a subject of that hatred if he ever steps fowards with his desire of courting you.

Twilight's concern is about what you think of his life style. He is a simple guy; he grew up in a quite, self sufficient little town and wishes to live like that until the day of his death. Having a family with you in a little farm is his biggest desire, but he would settle with only being the two, growing old together and living a ton of happy moments.

In case of a modern reader, he's afraid you will find his life poor and boring, he have seen how the city people gets sick and annoyed really quick of the country life and he fears you will do the same. The country life isn't an easy one; you have to wake at the crack of sunrise and having nice things aren't necessary, but you come from an era far advanced than his so even if he can easily get the extra rupees for a gift for you, it won't be anything that you haven't seen or own before.

If he can't give you or make you experience good things, then why would you be with him? He would be devastated if he couldn't make you happy if you ever took a leap towards his open arms and he failed in delivering what you deserve.

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Idk! I just thought "well, since they are from a different world and raised in ancient times, then they would have certain views that the reader isn't aware and it will actually worry the guys a lot if they ever develop a crush on the reader.

I skipped Time and Four bc I never played/watched OoT and Four swords. Wild and Warrior strike me as the one who cares the least, wild doesn't even remember them and while warrior is aware and would have gladly partaked, fighting a war made him lower the importance of following such strict protocol. You can't do it if you are dead!

This is.... perfect?

Amazing?

So well thought out and well articulated that I'm speechless.

Four would also have his own courting system from his Hyrule but he's less concerned with a dowry or gifts. He can make gifts and he has a place, a stable job and he knows that he can take care of Reader and a family should the future present itself. He knows he has all those bases covered.

But would Reader like him?

Height is a deal breaker for some people and while he's never had someone to put his heart out on the line before, he's seen it happen to his neighbors and friends, and while he's not necessarily insecure about his height.... He wonders if Reader would ever even consider him an option.

Time though?

Also no land, no house and while he has a job, it's low paying because he doesn't need much as a bachelor.

He's not so concerned with dowry or protocol though. Mostly because he didn't grow up with that on his radar, even after he couldn't return to Kokiri Forest, no one explained it to him and he's never asked. He's noticed some of the typical things when he's in town and the younger boys begin courting with the one their hearts desire, so he knows gift giving, and special treatment.

So Time will be more concerned with catching Reader's attention and making sure that he can at least provide when he gets back home because he's never needed anything for him. But it won't just be him anymore would it?

But a dowry? What's that? I don't know her.

I know you probably didn't include Wind because he's currently the youngest but I do think Outset Island as a vague protocol that he's aware of.

It's not Dowry or Courting Specific.

But I do think that there's a specific order to do things. Like ATLA and betrothal necklaces because there's not much else to say Hey! I'm engaged!

So Outset might have a similar custom of gift given but I don't know what that would be.

Maybe a shell necklace or a certain fish you need to catch to show them you're interested.

All things he wouldn't be able to do outside of Outset of course

#pinky replies #Wind would think about it #if Reader was the same age #because that's how I write his (romantic) scenarios #tumblr tags don't let me use quotation marks as I want to #and I don't know why #I don't think he'd really got through with it though #because of his age #but again #he thinks about it

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piraticusdorm · 2 years

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Piraticus Chapter 6: [Captain, Oh Captain]

Waves come and go nearby, the salty air carrying the scent of the flowers blooming all around. And on the beach are four students, two of them in defensive positions. Grim’s fur is standing as a threat to the fairy hovering not too far, arms ready to lounge for the beast’s tail and fling him to sea.

Tink: Whatever. I don’t care if you’re here for the tea party or the missing vials or the magishift thing, go away before I fling you to the sea.

▶ Did… Did you just admit to all those?

Krok: (snort)

Tink: I-I didn’t! It’s just the stuff we’ve been accused of.

???: Indeed, those are accusations as baseless and hollow as the one you just threw at us, Ramshackle Prefect.

A voice rings loud and clear, rich in tone and confidence. It’s owner is hard to miss, the jewels adorning him reflecting the sun and leaving glimmering lights on the ground around him. A giant hat provides his face with shade, it’s wine color contrasting with the silver hair loosely tied in a braid. The eye patch only making his one ruby eye gleam even more, like a gem of it’s own. The smirk the man sports is nothing if not prideful.

Krok: Cap’!

Tink: Captain!

Both students straighten up, giving the man an eager salute. One unpreoccupied as he steps aside to make way for him, the other confused for a second before moving aside and giving Gwen a glare. The man seems unconcerned by this, striding until he’s in front of Gwen and Grim. Gallantly he bows as he takes his hat off with one hand, and reaches for Gwen’s hand with his other one, giving a small kiss as salute. He gives Grim a smile when the beast hides further behind Gwen, but keeps his eyes on him for curiosity’s sake.

Conrad: Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Conrad Garfio, Leader and Captain of Piraticus, and successor to the Captain of the Neverseas.

Grim: Successor! That means… you’re a big deal!?

Forgetting his previous carefulness, Grim eagerly steps forward, mushing Gwen’s face with his own. Whatever fame-chasing plan he’s cooking up in that tuna filled mind of his is only encouraged by the captain and his claps.

Conrad: Ah, you’re quick to catch on. I applaud your wits.

Grim: Haha~ I will become the greatest mage one day, after all!

Conrad: Now, it is my pleasure to present to you the Piraticus dorm! Our sea’s shimmers rivals that of the most beautiful turquoise, our jungle humbles the mightiest adventurer, and our views are matched by none other.

▶ Oh, it is a delightful place!

Conrad: Am I glad you agree! Then again, how could you not.

Pride is more than evident at his words, but Gwen has to agree. The dorm feels like the ideal summer vacation! She’s half-made up her mind to politely ask Crowley for some money in order to buy a swimsuit. And some sort of floatie, if she wants to actually swim in the sea. Mind already imagining a day of fun with her friends here, Gwen only crashes back to her present situation when Conrad looks at her with an amused smirk.

Conrad: I must say, I did not expect a visit from the Ramshackle Prefect. I am delighted to make your acquaintance at long last. We’ve our share of brave sailors but you certainly could match them. What with coming here all on your own, little lady.

▶ I go alone to the other dorms though.

Conrad: Piraticus operates a tad… different, from others. It’s not recommended to enter without the company of one of our own, lest you fall prey to endless mischief. Harmless fun, really! But not all have a sense of humour. Then again, you might be the exception, dear.

▶ Me? Because I’m too cute to prank?

Conrad: (chuckle) Took the words right out of my mouth. But, you also lack magic. Not much fun in messing with someone who can’t retaliate. It’d simply stain our pirate honor.

Krok: Kinda goes against the code. Not that half the dorm cares about it….

Tink: You’re so lame you’re not worth our time. Isn’t that great?

Grim: What did you say!?

Conrad: Now now, that only applies to the prefect, I’m sure you would garner quite a bit of attention, Little Lord Grim.

Grim: Hrm… I don’t think that’s a good thing.

There’s a booming laugh from Conrad as he pats Grim’s head. It’s heartwarming, almost, with Grim unwillingly leaning into the touch as Conrad finds that one spot behind the ears that he loves. Krok is laughing, albeit silently, and Tink… if glares could kill, Gwen’s funeral would have started already. Geez. Looking away she pretends not to notice the daggers he’s sending her way. She hoped to be friends but now�� Although, that’s not the reason she came here. That’s right, focus.

▶ Do you know anything about the cafeteria?

Conrad: Skipping right past pleasantries? Tsk tsk, that isn’t in good form, young lady. But all I know is what I’ve been told.

Grim: So you weren’t there? That’s kinda suspicious….

Conrad: How mean! If you must know, I was on cooking duty. Even a Captain must share the workload in his ship. I planned to let the stew simmer all through the afternoon until dinner, but it shall do for lunch.

Grim: Stew…

The beast’s bark is worse than it’s bite, but far worse is the rumbling of his stomach. Gwen can sympathize, she’s getting pretty hungry herself. Going all the way to Ramshackle and back to the school would be a problem, given the lack of a hall mirror shortcut. Not that she feels like cooking either, remembering she doesn’t have many ingredients at home and actually wanted to buy some after class. A warm stew that's already made sounds ideal. Conrad can practically see the drool from both.

Conrad: You’d be welcome to join us, and we can discuss the details after. Of course, if you’ve better options, we shan’t keep you.

Grim: We don’t! Count us in!

The air is giddy as they make their way to the pier. Grim is already sniffing and smushing his face on Conrad’s arms as he rambles about his favorite foods, dragging Gwen with him.

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a/n: inspired by my new two favorite videos: this and this one

Lingering just outside the Chelsea locker room, I wait until I see the last person leave. Well, second to last. Christian passes me by with a toothy grin, telling me to “take good care” of my boyfriend tonight because he earned it. Laughing nervously, I just give him a polite wave, acting like he didn’t just give me that advice, and sneak inside the locker room. There’s only one person who hasn’t burst through the doors and come out to join the festivities. The superstar––the hero––of today’s match. Kai Havertz.

I know Kai; he’s got to be swirling with composed excitement, taking his time to revel in this momentous occasion without the chaos of overexcited screams and cheers. I can just imagine his humble smile, those crinkles rippling across his cheeks, that endearing overbite he’s always been so insecure about. The mere thought of him puts a smile on my face.

I only need to take a few steps when I see him. Considering he’s the only person left in the locker room, he wasn’t that hard to find. I pause in my tracks, absorbing the sight of him: sweaty, shirtless, head down with his back against the metal locker. I make no noise, but he must sense a presence because his head snaps up. Our eyes meet, and his face lights up as he bounds over to me, tackling me in a hug. He towers over me, but that doesn’t stop him from practically leaping into my arms. Yeah, as if I have the upper body strength to carry him. Sometimes I think he forgets I’m not as physically fit as his teammates.

I open my mouth, about to congratulate him, but the dullness in his blue eyes stops me. Something’s off. He’s happy to see me, that’s clear, but, otherwise, he’s not as ecstatic as I thought he would be. Why isn’t he? Not only did his team win the Champions League, but he scored the winning goal. His first goal of the Champions League, no less––he went out with a bang. He should be over the moon.

“You look festive,” Kai comments, playfully tugging on one of my pigtails. I wanted to try something new, so I had tied my long hair into pigtails with two royal blue ribbons. Aside from that, I’m just in my typical outfit I wear whenever he plays a game: one of his old jerseys that he gave me when we first started dating and black leggings. I had considered spicing things up by painting Kai’s initials on my cheeks with blue face paint, but when I brought the idea up to him over dinner last week, he just said he knew a better method to brand me as his. I left it at that without inquiring further, even though I was curious by what, exactly, he had in mind.

“You look… hot,” I gulp, my eyes traveling down his long, toned torso. No matter how many times I’ve seen him shirtless after a practice or a game, or in only a towel after a shower, I’ll never get tired of seeing him half-naked. Or fully naked, at that.

“You look hot, too,” he murmurs into my hair, still embracing me tightly. “I just didn’t want to say that because I was trying to be gentlemanly.” Cupping my face with his large hands, he proceeds to kiss me, feverish and rough. He nips at my bottom lip and doesn’t even wait for me to open my mouth before invading it, battling my tongue with his. His ferocity gets my blood pumping and the pit of my stomach tingling, but it’s all wrong. I’m necessarily complaining, but this isn’t how he usually greets me. He typically welcomes me with a soft, delicate kiss before anything else. Is this because I haven’t congratulated him on his win yet?

“I’m so proud of you, Kai. You and the guys really deserve this,” I say sincerely, but he pretends like he doesn’t hear me, going in for another attack on my mouth. To that, I shrink a little and he catches on, sighing as he takes a step back, his thick eyebrows furrowed together. I notice that the ribbons in my hair are loose, so I quickly readjust them as I try to read Kai’s expression. He still looks… dissatisfied. Maybe some ego boosting would do the trick?

“Everyone’s raving about how you’re a tactical genius. How your skill and precision are unparalleled. How you’re on top and you haven’t even reached your peak yet,” I ramble, trying to recall every headline I’ve ever read in the news this past week. Oh, and also, you’ve got the cutest bum out of any football player in the history of football.

“Not everyone,” he growls in a dark voice, messing up his curly brown locks by snatching them with his hand. His face twists with irritation. “Right after the game, a reporter came up to me and asked me if I thought I finally paid back my hefty price tag.”

“And how did you respond?” I ask, curious. Usually he doesn’t get so riled up over post-game interviews, but perhaps his transfer fee is a touchy subject for him and he just never told me. In an attempt to calm him down a bit, I take his hand into mine and lead him to a section of the bench lined along the lockers. We sit so that we’re facing each other, and I weave my legs around his torso, nearly straddling him. But not quite.

“I think I said… ‘I don’t give a fuck of that. We just won the fucking Champions League’,” he says slowly, his nose scrunched up in concentration as he recalls his response.

I stifle a laugh. His cussing is not a regular occurrence, it’s not entirely uncommon either, but whenever he does curse, it catches me off guard. Maybe it has something to do with that pretty face of his, as if foul language shouldn’t be coming from it. “You’re right; you did just win the Champions League, so you shouldn’t be hard on yourself,” I say, lightly poking him in the bicep. He doesn’t seem to appreciate my stab at lighthearted reassurance, so I go for a different approach. Tough love. “Okay, fine. Chelsea may have paid a lot of money for you, but that’s because you’re worth it, Kai. You don’t have to prove your abilities to anyone––even though you already proved them tonight plus your whole career thus far. People are always going to have something negative to say, but you put in the work and it shows in every game. Don’t let anyone get to you, especially not a reporter; they’re just trying to get some dirt.” I’m not used to giving pep talks, so I’m not sure if I did it right.

I must’ve done something right because his frown is replaced with a slight smile. “Thank you, baby,” he says, pecking me on the cheek. One Kai’s best qualities is that not much gets to him; and if it does, it doesn’t take him long to get over it. Annoying interview question long forgotten, he traces patterns on my thigh and tells me, “The boys are going to a nightclub tonight to celebrate our win. Come with me.” To aid in his plea, he grabs both of my hands, squeezing them, his pale blue eyes gleaming with hope.

“A nightclub?” I repeat, making a sour face. “You know better than anyone that I don’t belong at a nightclub.” I want to suggest just a cozy night in, watching his favorite film of the Harry Potter series, Goblet of Fire, and cuddling, but I don’t want to take this celebratory night with his friends away from him.

“You belong with me, and it just so happens that tonight I’m being dragged to a nightclub,” he says. I don’t say anything, and his face falls, presumably because he recognizes his bid to get me to go is a lost cause.

“You go,” I encourage, trying to sound upbeat as I pat his thigh. “Have your fun.”

“Really?” he asks. “Are you sure?” He gives me a dubious look, one eyebrow severely cocked.

I squint at him quizzically. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He looks me dead in the eyes. “Babe. Let’s not forget what happened the last time I went out for drinks with the team for Timo’s birthday. I came back home with a ripped shirt because a bunch of girls pounced on us, and you wouldn’t talk to me for a whole week. You didn’t believe me.”

“That’s because it’s an unbelievable story,” I mumble.

“You accused me of hooking up with another girl,” he reminds me, his mesmerizing eyes narrowing at me, causing my cheeks to heat up and my skin to crawl with guilt. Now that he’s mentioned it, I do remember that incident. Vividly. It happened around the beginning of our relationship, when I still didn’t know how serious Kai was about me, about us. Regardless, I should’ve known that Kai would never be unfaithful to me. That’s simply not who he is. He has never once given me an inkling of a doubt of his loyalty. I blame my foolish allegation on my insecurity over our blossoming relationship, but I’m long past that…

“You’re too friendly, Kai,” I sigh, ruffling his hair to make it seem more like a concern and less like an accusation. “It makes girls think they can have a chance with you.”

“Girls?” Kai scoffs, shaking his head in pure denial. How can someone so intelligent be such a dumb boy sometimes? “What girls? That happened one time, and it wasn’t only me who got jumped. The whole team did.” Like that makes the situation any better, Kai.

“I’m not dating the whole team! I’m dating you, and you’re only going to get bigger and I… I just want you all to myself,” I admit. My head falls, weighted by a vicious mix of embarrassment and shame.

“Well, I know something that’s big that you can have all to yourself,” he says coyly, with a self-righteous smirk.

“I’m serious, Kai,” I say, frowning at him in return. “You’re young, talented, attractive. Girls are going to be lining up for you, and soon I’ll just be chopped liver.”

“Chopped liver?” he hoots, obviously unfamiliar with the expression.

My frown deepens as I huff, “You’re going to forget all about me.”

“I think if anyone’s guilty of forgetting anything, it’s you. You’re already forgetting that I’m in love with you,” he coos, sliding closer to me, dusting my neck and collarbones with soft-lipped kisses.

“Get away from me. You’re all sweaty,” I complain––mostly so as to not give into his seduction techniques too easily––but it’s half-hearted.

“You’re about to be, too,” he growls, lifting me and dropping me on his lap. I can feel him harden underneath me, and I respond by rocking my body against his, inciting staggered, tense moans from the both of us at the same time. The sounds that come out of his mouth are music to my ears. With a hunger to hear more, I reach in between us, stroking his length through his thin shorts, loving how fully aroused he gets at my slight touch. His breathing quickens, but when I don’t hear anything from him, I look at him, witnessing his bottom lip in between his teeth, suppressing those sweet moans I so desperately want to hear him make.

Suddenly, he’s tugging at my leggings; he’s so aggressive that I’m afraid he’s going to rip them. After he shimmies them off, I kick them to the side, and Kai’s eyes ravage the bottom half of my body. I’m thankful I had the good foresight to wear lace panties instead of my go-to granny panties, but at this point they’re drenched. They have been ever since I walked in and saw Kai; just one look at him does unspeakable things to me. His ability to reduce me to a mere puddle with just his eyes is unnerving.

He removes my shirt and purses his lips when he sees that I’m not wearing a bra. My chest is ample-sized, but I can comfortably go without a bra––often doing just that––and it drives him mad. He says I shouldn’t go prancing around braless because I’ll be practically naked when ogling guys undress me with their eyes. I say that doesn’t make sense.

He yanks his shorts and boxers down in one swoop, and the heat between my legs intensifies. If his massive hands and long fingers were any indication of what he has to offer, the blanks fill themselves out––he’s glorious. I can’t help but gawk and admire him; Kai is perfect in every singular way. If I had no self-control, I’d lick every inch of his pale skin. I lower myself onto him and gasp with pleasure when just the tip enters me. Slowly, I bounce up and down on him, each time driving him deeper inside me until he fills me completely. My head rolls back as I continue the rhythmic movement, and I moan when he licks a stripe in the valley between my breasts. My fingers tangle themselves in his curly locks as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it while tinkering with the other between his fingertips.

“Oh, Kai,” I whine, feeling the intolerable pressure building up in my stomach.

“That’s it, baby,” Kai purrs against my chest as I tighten around him. “Say my name. Just like that.”

“K-Kai––” I cry, quivering against his body; my vision is blurry and I’ve lost function in my legs. Kai’s taken over, his fingers digging into my hips, thrusting into me, hitting my most sensitive spot time after time. I’m on the verge of seeing stars when it all stops. Before my brain can process what’s happening, I’m balancing on all fours on the bench as Kai positions himself behind me, his erection rubbing against me. With one thrust, he buries himself inside me, reaching around to rub my clit in a slow circular motion. I was not prepared for that. The combination of sensations is enough to drive me over the edge, but what drives me even crazier is the heat as he presses his firm chest up against my back.

“Who do you belong to?” he demands in my ear, humming. I tune him out, focusing on getting my fix and nothing more. I can barely get his name out, what makes him think I can have a coherent conversation? “I don’t like being ignored,” he warns sharply.

My arms and legs are shaky, and the only thing keeping me from crumbling to the floor are his hands, holding me steady as he rolls his hips. “You,” I finally breathe.

“Dunno who that is,” he drawls, and I could swear he’s purposely applying more pressure to his accent just to mock me.

“You. Kai,” I hiss and close my eyes to try to block him out, but that only heightens my senses to everything he’s doing to me.

“Kai who? There are many Kais,” he says matter-of-factly. His fingers slow down around my sensitive area, and I’m afraid he’s going to withhold euphoria from me.

“Kai––fucking––Havertz,” I half moan, half gasp as his fingers pick up their pace and he slams into me, the final push that sends me soaring into bliss. I never cuss unless I have a really good reason for it and lashing my frustration out on the infuriating tease that is Kai Havertz is a good enough reason for me. However, he makes up for his devilish nature by understanding every nook and cranny of my body. On cloud nine, I ride out the high to the fullest extent before my body goes fully limp. I suck in a breath when he pulls out, only to feel the warm liquid on my back coming in spurts.

“Fuck,” he moans, and I just wish I could watch him as he comes undone. I think it’s hot when he releases his load on me––I like it best when he does it on my chest. So I can marvel at him with his sweat-matted hair, throbbing Adam’s apple, and fluttering eyelids. He wipes my back with his/my jersey and pulls me into his lap.

“The way you moan my name, I’ll never be able to forget you,” he sighs, nibbling on my neck.

“How romantic,” I tease. But really, I’d be content calling out only his name for the rest of my life. Kai fucking Havertz.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, rising to his feet cheerfully. His fingers lace in mine as he starts for the shower stalls. My heart thumps wildly in my chest as my feet pad excitedly across the tile floor alongside him. Another great quality about Kai: his stamina is unmatched, on and off the football field.

*a/n: if you do by chance read this, I’d love to know what you think of it!

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