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tojjist · 1 month

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𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 ↳ r. sukuna

in which: the king of curses left you the moment you announce your pregnancy to him. but after nearly losing you... he might be having a change of heart contains: very slight objectification of reader, reader is a half-curse, mentions of injury and near-death experience, reader is pregnant, slight mention of pregnancy sex, sukuna is really ooc tbh A/N: yall really wanted soft sukuna lmao. i js wanted to write something more in my own style instead of the tumblr style. It's all over the place really, also obv trueform! sukuna. w.c : 1.6k

“Sukuna-sama?” Your voice comes out a breathy whisper, barely audible.

“Do– ugh,” The pink-haired curse sighs. “Don’t call me that. And don’t make me repeat myself.”

You haven’t known Sukuna to be tender. Actually, scratch that. You used to genuinely believe he mistook the adjective for an affront. He probably still does, despite the sheer softness of his actions. His mind is a marvel far beyond your, or anyone else's, comprehension. And if Sukuna hasn’t always been complicated, his sudden switch of behavior recently has rendered unriddling the complex being that he is even harder.

“What do I call you then?” There’s confusion in your tone; confusion fused with unadulterated innocence. His eyebrows crease further. He loved how naive and ingénue you are. Such a simple, sheepish thing. Easy to lead one, easy to use, easy to hurt. But as of late, he’d come to hate it.

He hates that he hates it. He shouldn’t care.

“I don’t fucking know,” he snaps back. It’s enough to bring you silence, the somber tone he uses coming with a sense of finality.

Rough callouses are surprisingly gentle against your flesh—callouses that slap, bruise, grope, but never caress. Despite that, he pulls your underwear up your thighs with utter care. If you didn’t know any better, you might even dare call his actions delicate.

“Does it hurt?” He reminisces. Curious digits stroke your lower abdomen and across the swell of your belly, where an ugly scar sits. It decorates your skin with a long, uneven line of dried blood cells.

“It’s not too bad,” You assure, daring to test your luck by bringing your own hand to his hair. It causes the king of curses to pause. His ember eyes continue to stare at your scar, unable to swat your hand away for some reason. The wooden floor beneath him feels too cold. Or he feels too hot. He’s unsure.

In the dimness of the room, there is no light but the flickering glow emitted from the fire, ensconced within a cage of brick—a fireplace, by name. Yet, the warmth that enfolds you does not excrete solely from the flames. It originates from within, a pulsating heat that comes with the beat of your heart as a large palm finds your shoulder, urging you forward with an urgency that seems to echo through the very fibers of your being.

“What about this one?”His intense glare persists, averting your demure gaze. Never before have you witnessed him in such a state, making you wonder whether this demeanor is a consequence of recent events.

“It’s fine, I promise,” Your whispered words cause his gaze to harden even further, his thumb tracing over another, deeper cut nestled in the valley between your breasts. This one could have been fatal. The realization sends a shiver down his spine, unsettling him to his core. Sukuna, the ancient and ruthless curse, has borne witness to countless horrors in his long existence, inflicted unspeakable cruelty upon countless souls, but none have shaken him to his core quite like seeing you teetering on the brink of death. The memory stirs within him an unfamiliar sense of disquiet, a realization that his desires may have consequences far more profound than he ever anticipated.

The brawny curse grunts in response, opting to continue examining the scar. He’s careful to not stretch it as your human flesh would hurt.

Sukuna’s agenda never included leaving a child within you. It never even crossed his mind. Such muses were not to be entertained, especially not with you.

You. Yeah, you who doesn't try to kill humans simply for the pleasure it brings. You who takes life so lightly, as if you have several souls to spare. You who accepts every word Sukuna says as an indisputable fact, every order executed before he has a chance to reconsider.

You, who has shared your bed with the strongest curse more times than he cares to count, always intrigued him—an enigmatic subject for his manipulations. You, who confided in him the startling revelation that your half-cursed body now nurtures a growing fetus.

At first, Sukuna swore he'd never visit you again, adamant in his belief that he wanted no involvement in your pregnancy, leaving you to navigate the situation alone. Despite his capability to end your life without hesitation, he chose to spare you. Sukuna granted you a reprieve under the condition that he never crosses paths with you or whatever child you carry. He told himself time and time again that you would be a rather boring kill, not worth the effort. But it wasn't about the difficulty of ending your life—it was an excuse. He'd never admit that he doesn't want your blood staining his hands

Sukuna swears he’s not soft, that he doesn’t care for you at all.But the notion of being the one who brings you to your end does not enthrall him in the least.

He doesn’t care for the inferior likes of you, he reminds himself. That’s absurd. It’s laughable. It’s offensive, even. He doesn’t ‘care’, It’s simply curiosity that keeps him around. Curious of what kind of child the one you carry would come out to be. To see if they’d be worthy of being called his kin or not.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” Your voice is dulcet, a melody that cuts his train of thought smoothly. Unlike anything he’s ever heard before. There’s a pleading tone, a need so urgent it's almost painful. He finds pleasure in that. Your perpetual longing for him, your unwavering loyalty even after his defeat by sorcerers the first time around—you kept him close like a devoted guardian to a fallen hero, even when you knew is anything but a hero. It's a power unlike any other—staying but not out of fear, it's a choice. A strong belief.

Balancing on his knees between her parted legs, he reaches out, his fingers finding purchase on the edge of the bed. His grip tightens instinctively, fingers slipping beneath the hem of the sheet as he steadies himself. With a controlled effort, he pushes upward, leveraging the bed for support as he rises to his feet

“Why do you ask questions you know the answer to?” He muses, his towering frame looking down at you. The flickering flames of the fire, their orange hues swirling and weaving a macabre tapestry around his countenance, lend him an aura of terror that would instill fear in any who behold him. Yet, unlike others, you find his presence strangely comforting. Despite the aura of terror he exudes, you've grown accustomed to it, finding solace in his formidable presence now more than ever before.

Your only reaction is to chew on the inside of your cheek, careful to not bite the fiber too hard. There’s an ambivalent air to him, remaining motionless as he towers over you. It seems as if he’s looking for something. Anything. He wants a reason to stay, but he can’t seem to find one satisfying enough.

He owes you nothing. But when you look at him like that… He’s never been one to falter at your pleading face, but perhaps he’s changing little by little. He staunchly refuses to acknowledge this change still, for him to do so would be an admission of vulnerability, a humiliation he cannot bear, even to himself. How he yearns for the willpower to end you, to push you away so you never obstruct his way like this again.

The worst part of it all is his acute awareness of why he feels so strongly now. He knows that it’s all him, and not at all you. He can pinpoint the exact moment he regret leaving your side. The memory is seared into his very core.

He wishes he could forget, to erase the haunting image of you, wounded and bleeding, from his mind.

It was when he came back a few days after his departure, for reasons he can’t recall, only to be greeted by the sight of a malevolent curse looming over you, hungry and poised to make you its next meal. He shouldn’t have intervened. It's the natural order—a relentless cycle where only the strongest survive, preying upon the weaker. He knows he's no exception. Nor are you.

But seeing you sprawled out on the floor, barely intact, with his child inside of you.

He gulps at the memory, feeling an overwhelming urge to touch you once more, to make sure you’re not some figment of his imagination. To keep you from harm. You’re so stupid, so goddamn naive. He doesn’t know what to make of you. Other than a fucking headache.

“What is it? What do you want, brat?” He hopes to catch some semblance of his normal attitude. “Get it over with.”

“Please stay,” You plead, fingers gently gripping the open kimono he had thrown on once finished with you. “Please, Sukuna-sama.”

He sighs. You’re so obstinate.

Perhaps it's his lack of understanding that breeds hesitation within him, or perhaps it's his inherently fierce nature. A thing like you deserves to be treated with the utmost delicacy, cherished and nurtured. Sukuna, with his staunch commitment solely to his ideals, can never be the one assuming such a role for you.

“You’re doing things to me, you know?” Sukuna gets down, kneeling between your parted legs again, placing a warm palm in either side of your hips and seizing you within.

Maybe… staying with you tonight wasn’t such a ludicrous notion. He’s the king of curses; he has all the time in the world to fret the trivial details.

#arabella writes #jjk #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff #ryomen sukuna fluff #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jjk smut #sukun x reader smut #ryomen sukuna smut #dividers by benkeibear

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rayroseu · 2 months

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"you are just as guilty" ⚔️🥀

last cough of art before the update ahkdhkshsksh AAAAAAAAAAA i dont wanna leave Briar Valley yet 😩😩😩😩 Lilia don't gatekeep all the lore,,, dang it,,,💔💔💔💔

sometimes i really do wonder what Meleanor or Dawn's last thoughts before dying..... ESPECIALLY Dawn... Bro rarely has the chances to express his individuality, he's so tragic to be with the Silver Owls sm.. 😭who suppresses all opinions as seen with their soldier garments (all of them basically have the same motifs and design) in contrast,.. Meleanor's army has differently designed mask to highlight the unique faes they are--

I have this thought that like Silver, he cries about the sins of his nation as well... 😭I think he has regrets that he made Meleanor overblot and blames himself for it 😭 (Like how Silver was the last straw to make Malleus overblot-)

I think its a common interpretation that Dawn is heroic, but I don't think of him that way KSJSKS, not because he's not a hero, but because he's a failed one. In the story, it felt like he was "just a person". He's not perfect, he's flawed.

And, I think the existence of "failed heroes" like Dawn is really intriguing in TWST,,,, because the heroic characters here are depicted as "never failing at anything". Like how RSA characters are. They never lose at anything, but ironically the character most inspired by this school (RSA) failed at "being a good hero."

I'm interpreting he failed because he couldn't make his mission come true; peace between fae and humans, in fact he might have worsened it with the passing of Meleanor 😭😭💔💔

The most tragic thing of all his life, was probably the part where he died, not because of the faes, but of his own fellow countrymen... I imagine in this image, what did he even kill Meleanor for? He couldn't make any peace between faes and humans, he couldn't save his country, we're not even sure if he did use Meleanor's magical stone to save the Human King and if he was successful with it, so if he has failed at everything he aspired to achieve, then what else is the point to all the bloodshed he has faced and committed?

In a way, his "punishment" is similar to Rollo's, celebrated by the achievement he didn't want to commit (except its the good guy this time adskjs)

(Thats why I'm sold at the idea of Dawn just giving up fighting at his death bcs theres no way if he did actually had the motivation to fight, he'd lose against fellow humans when he fought Meleanor on solo akhdkhs... unless they reveal how he died as well next update---🙏🏻✨😳/copium)

In a way, its similar to Silver's disappointment too, that he worked all his life to make Lilia proud, to make sure that faes like his Father can be understood better, only for Lilia to leave him all alone yk... 🥹

But on the other side, I don't think he failed too much... because of his losses, Silver was brought to Lilia 🥹🥹

I feel like Lilia will relate to Dawn as well,,, He said in the story that he sympathized with Dawn because he spared tamago Malleus, but I beg to differ.

I think its actually because like Dawn, Lilia is also a knight who failed at everything he aspired to commit to (he took so long to hatch the egg and he failed to protect Meleanor and keep his promise with Levan that he'll take care of his wife and son-) so at that realization, Lilia probably sees that there's no reason to hate him, they had the same fate, so why would he hate his child as well?

He's not living anymore but I think Lilia could see that Dawn probably awaited for centuries to wake his son up from sleep,,, like how Lilia desperately waited and wished that something would hatch Malleus already 😭😭💔💔

JUST... KNIGHT OF DAWN I'LL REMEMBER YOU FOREVER SKDJSK 😭😭😭😭🫂🫂🫂

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w1ldthoughts · 2 months

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Home Sweet Home

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Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION, the characters are fictionalized versions of real life situations and real people. It’s all based on my imagination.

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It was your favorite time of year. Football and preschool was over for the year and Justin hadn’t reached the point where he was ready to head back to California for workouts, because OTAs were coming up. He opted to stay in Oregon with you and Remi, presumably until baby number two decided to make their appearance. You got to sleep in, lounge around a lot more than you ever would during the season and still try to keep up with your hyperactive daughter.

You sat up in bed, finding the spot next to you cold, and gingerly walked downstairs to see what was going on.

“Morning mama!” She runs up to you to give your body a squeeze, anywhere she can reach.

“Careful mini,” Justin warns, “we have to be gentle with mama remember?”

She nods and holds her arms up. Justin is about to pick her up but you tell him you’ve got her. He gives you a look but you wave him off, letting Remi attach herself to your shoulder as you run your hand down her back. It’s like she subconsciously knows that she’s not going to be an only child anymore and is savoring every moment.

“How was your sleep, sweets?” You ask her when she picks her head up.

“Too short.” She whines.

“I hear you cupcake,” you laugh at her struggle. “What do you say we take a nap today?”

“No thank you.” She says with a laugh and Justin joins in, shaking his head and saying “of course”. Her napping days are probably over. You set her down and she walks off, into the living room to do whatever her heart desires.

Justin looks at you with a warm smile, sleep still lacing his features, reminding you of a tiny human that just left the room. It takes him about two steps before he’s standing inches away from you, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. “How are you feeling this morning?” The concern in his tone isn’t missed, it’s been there since about month six, when your center of gravity changed significantly.

“How am I feeling? Large and…not very in charge.” The joke gets you a pity laugh and a forehead kiss.

Before you can even ask he turns away to grab a glass of water and your prenatal vitamins and you swallow the lump in your throat, not wanting to cry first thing in the late morning. Something about seeing Justin in dad and/or caretaker mode just really made you understand how you got here in the first place. You never had to ask for the dishes to be done or the trash to be taken out. If Remi needed something, it was done, especially now that he felt like you were going to pop at any moment.

“Are you sure you’re up for this today? I mean we can always ask them to come over, I can throw something on the grill and we don’t have to go anywhere.”

He saw you reaching for the chair and pulled it out for you, “as much as I know you’re dying to use that Traeger today, I feel great. And it’ll be that much better if we bring the gift to your parents instead of them coming to us.”

“Fine,” Justin sighs. “But you promise to let me know if you’re feeling off or tired or anything, okay?”

“Yes, I will let you know immediately.”

He gives you a look like he knows you’re not being serious and kneels down to talk to your belly. “You better not be in there giving your mom a hard time because we both know she’s not going to say anything. So you’ve gotta be on your best behavior all day. Can you do that for me?”

A thumpy kick on the left side of your stomach makes you laugh. The baby actually responded like they were having a conversation. “I love when that happens,” He beams at you.

“When what happens?”

“When you laugh, your belly moves up and down. It’s crazy that there’s a person in there,” he notes. “And I definitely think they heard me and are going to do what I said.” He places a hand across your protruding front and waits for another series of kicks, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest at the movement.

You should’ve known this would happen. Anytime you left the house, it was like your husband was preparing for war. The baby bag was packed and placed in the trunk, Justin decided to add an extra onesie, “just in case.” Remi has her overnight bag ready to go and he made sure that your stuff and his were triple checked with his extensive checklist.

Remi sighed, sitting on the couch next to you, watching her dad bring down the last bag. She tapped you on the arm and you leaned down to let her whisper in your ear. “Are we going to Mimi and Papa’s today? Daddy is taking a very long time.”

“He is sweets but daddy is just making sure we’re ready in case the baby decides to come.”

She looks between you, the door and then your belly. “Baby not coming today, promise.”

“I hope you’re right sister. Let go sit in the car so he knows we’re tired of waiting.”

The drive to his parent’s house wasn’t far and Remi was practically jumping out of her car seat to get to the door and run into Mark’s arms.

“Hi Papa! I missed you.” She giggles as he squeezes her tight after scooping her off the ground.

“Look at you peanut, it’s like you’re twice as big every time I see you!”

She bursts into another fit of laughter when he tickles her, bringing her into the house. “I wanna be big and strong like daddy. To play football.”

You laugh at her confession, nudging Justin. “Your daughter wants to be an NFL quarterback.“

“If that’s what she wants then I’m going to do everything in my power to make that happen,” he hums, placing a hand at the small of your back to steady you as you walk through the door.

Remi is already making her rounds, giving hugs to Holly and Patrick and giving them the rundown of everything that’s happened in her life like she hasn’t seen them in years when in reality it’s only been a couple weeks. Somewhere along the way she convinces Patrick to take her to the park, creating the perfect opportunity to present Justin’s parents with their gifts.

“So the two of you are having a baby, but you’re bringing US gifts?” Holly quips from her spot on the couch.

“We wouldn’t be able to be do this without you,” you assure them, “between you guys and my parents, we owe you lots of presents.”

Justin nods quietly, feeling a smile reach up to his ears. “She’s right I mean, you guys have always been there for me but now, having a family of my own I appreciate you all even more. So this is just a little something as a token of our endless appreciation.”

He grabs the box and hands it to his dad, sitting back down to watch them open it. Holly’s eyes well up with tears almost instantly, before she’s even opened the book.

“It’s a memory book, I know you guys love pictures and you can keep everything in one place and look back on it as many times as you want. And obviously the blanket is yours to keep.”

“There is a little surprise on the first page of the book that I think you should take a look at.” Justin chimes in.

His mom tentatively opens it, gasping and running her hand over the page.

“Are you—are you pulling my leg? Is this real?” You’ve only seen Mark tear up a handful of times but you knew this was special. You even caught Justin wiping a tear away as he nodded.

“There’s no better man in the world than you dad. So why not set my son up for success by naming him after the greatest man I’ve ever known?”

Mark stands up and wraps him up in a hug that spoke volumes. You and Holly stood next to them arm in arm, wiping at your own tears. “This is incredible, we can’t thank the two of you enough. This is so special.”

“Camden Mark Herbert, how about that?” Mark says, patting his son on the back and giving him another hug.

There’s nowhere else you’d rather be than in this in moment with them and you wished that you could keep this feeling in your heart forever. Just goes to show…there’s no place like home.

#Justin Herbert #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert x reader #Justin Herbert fanfic #Justin Herbert fluff

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devourable · 11 months

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So, I love all of your OCs so far! I’ve been wondering: how would the yanderes feel about a darling with a young kid? (To make it simple, other parent isn’t in the picture, aside from maybe sending money.) Please, thank you, and have good day!

i decided to answer this for all of my yandere ocs bc im a sucker for found family/single parent tropes 🫶 cw! spoilers for future ocs + mentions of child neglect

🚼 the yanderes x single parent darling

⛪️ | abraham would be a bit surprised, to say the least. but he comes from a community where people get married and have kids the moment they’re out of high school (if not the moment they become adults) so while he would be sort of caught off guard, he’d adapt pretty quickly. he’d definitely fantasize about becoming a little family unit, probably even subtly propose the idea of expanding every so often. he wouldn’t exactly love your child — at least, definitely not the way he loves you — but you wouldn’t be able to tell with how well he treats them.

🚬 | the delinquents would be more like four older brothers more than anything. theyre all a bit too young to take on a proper parental role, nor would any of them have a real desire to, but they’d definitely have fun sharing their singular shared braincell with your kid. your child would probably grow up to be a massive little troublemaker thanks to their influence, but that’s why you love them, right? if the other parent is still involved one way or another though, they’d immediately put a stop to that. no reason to be involved with your ex now that they’re in the picture.

🌲 | mykolas would be curious of your child. he’s never seen such a young human up close before (considering he was always accused of eating them) so having a chance to actually be around one would be a new experience for him. he’d quickly start to refer to your child as his own, calling them his cub more than their name and carry them around on his shoulders or head whenever they go out together. it wouldn’t be uncommon to see him protectively curled up around them while they’re taking a nap.

🪸 | similarly to mykolas, the mermaids would be sort of curious about your child, though arguably less so as they have seen human children before. they have a very vague understanding of how to care for your child and would constantly search the sea for things that could come in handy for caring for them — you can expect to have a constant supply of eroded toys and suspiciously good quality clothes for them. they’d also try to teach them things that they’d teach the fry of their pods, though obviously they can only do so much teaching something that isn’t meant to live in the sea lol.

💪 | valentina grew up as a parentified older sibling, so while she wouldn’t particularly enthused about taking the role again so soon after getting out of it, she’d be capable of adapting to the role. she knows how to take care of a child and would ensure your kid’s cared for when they’re being watched by her, but she probably wouldn’t be able to establish much of an emotional connection to them without making an active effort to. but she does love children, so she’d learn to love yours too.

👑 | althea would hate your child. plain and simple. she’d view them as the living embodiment of you not keeping your promise to her, of you giving your love to someone else before she had the chance to have you to herself. while she’d never overtly mistreat your child, she’d be incredibly cold toward them and try to find reasons to avoid interacting with them. they’d be spoiled relentlessly with the hopes that if she gave them everything they’d need to live, neither you or her would have to deal with them.

🥩 | rhodes wouldn’t think much of your kid for the most part, but they’d express a gentle fondness for them the few times they do meet them. they’d affectionately greet them, offer them a treat, and hold a little conversation with them to keep them busy for a bit while you run errands or eat or whatever you need to do. they’re kind of awkward with children given they have nothing in common with them and have little experience with them, but surprisingly they’re a natural with yours.

🫀 | melchior has no interest in human kids. therefore they wouldn’t care much for yours, seeing your child more like a pet or something along those lines rather than a sapient being. their treatment of them would reflect that; they wouldn’t be necessarily mean or anything, but they’d be a bit patronizing and talk at them more than they’d talk to them. it isn’t out of malice, they’d genuinely think that that’s how you interact with children and any attempts to correct them would be met with confusion and frowns.

🕷️ | the alt kids would be wonderful parents to your kid. they’d more or less be sort of a mix of abe and the delinquents, but with the added bonus that they’d care deeply for your child as they’d see them as an extension of you rather than a mix of you with someone else. they’d come up with a system to help your child have a good upbringing and stick with it — faust would take up helping them study, anton would teach them manners and etiquette, and delta would help them with their social life. they’re so good for you and your child, see? they live for the idea that them treating your child well and loving them will make you love them all more in turn.

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tea-stained · 2 months

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we NEED to talk about Cioccolata and Secco.

they are so fucked up. and so beautiful. their chemistry does things to me. the way they interact, think about each other, the way they perceive each other, it's so interesting. i love how disgusting they are. i love the way they are portrayed. i love everything about them.

Cioccolata is this absolutely sadistic, awful piece of shit human being, willing to do everything and anything to satisfy this morbid curiosity of his, never looking at anyone's feelings, probably never experiencing empathy for all of his life, checking just where the breaking point for people is, as if that was the only thing that matters in this wretched world. as a child he'd get pristine grades, constant praise. no faults, it would seem. none at all. i love how he pretty much has no real reason or explanation for his actions, other than a mere it's fun, it's interesting. it's so... cold. so horrifying. so raw, so real.

at the same time, this man is so unbelievably loving towards Secco; is it because he is the only one who understands this passion? because this is the only one who accepts him for who he is? the only one who has seen this side of him without dying or ignoring it? or is it because of that ass NONONO back on track. i am so in love with this contrast. he loves Secco dearly and deeply, no doubt in that. he cares about him, just as much as himself - yes, this selfish man! yes, this man who would murder innocent people in cold blood because of curiosity! yes, this man who would make the elderly kill themselves just for his sick, twisted idea of fun! he takes extra care - knowing it might cost him his life if he makes any sounds - just to send Secco a voice message, praising, reassuring, guiding him. and, honestly? the second voice message feels so heartfelt. "You need to let go". "Only you can do this". Cioccolata probably knows he's as good as dead at this point. these are not the actions or words of someone who is really, truly just using someone. he doesn't need to do any of this. and yet, he goes an extra mile, only to increase Secco's chances of survival.

and when Secco realises, he's... furious. he's mad. they were going to be invincible. undefeatable. this was supposed to prove them more powerful than the boss himself! how dare Cioccolata lose? this feels like an attempt at disconnecting himself from Cioccolata fully. if he says Cioccolata was weak, he is still strong. Secco is better, he didn't lose. it's so defensive.

but now, what really, really gets me about Secco's reaction is a specific line:

"That's why I felt safe following your orders."

safe.

this makes me feel so much. so, so, so much!! it makes me wonder about Secco. so much is unknown about him, but this implies lack of the general feeling of safety in his life before meeting Cioccolata. i can't help but wonder, just how he became his patient... and how they managed the get along.

Secco confessing this means so much. you don't just feel safe around anyone. i do genuinely believe he is mad at Cioccolata for losing, but this also reads like a breakdown, somehow. grief is weird. denial is weird. anger is weird. especially when they all melt together.

to Secco, by dying, Cioccolata is betraying every promise he's ever made.

but at the same time, Secco is emotional. Secco is the type of person to just get carried away by whatever he feels.

i'm in love with the way he's drawn, animalistic like that, his teeth, spit. how nothing is visible other than his eyes and mouth. it's such an interesting choice, much like him stuttering and admitting that Cioccolata tossing sugar cubes is also something he felt safe because of.

they did love each other.

and i feel like it's somewhat poetic, how they both end up in the "combustible trash" truck. at the end, they are both worthy of each other. same trash. that's why i love them.

i can't stop re-reading the chapters they appear in. i need to rewatch their episodes, too, they are straight up calling me.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #jojo #jojo kimyou na bouken #cioccolata #cioccolata jjba #seccolata #jjba secco #secco jojo #secco #jjba cioccolata

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yellowkitkieran · 1 year

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Afterglow (Martin Odegaard)

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Summary: Based loosely on ‘Afterglow’ by Taylor Swift. Requested by anonymous.

Babe, you need to see this. I'm sorry.

The second you read the message from your best friend, your heart stutters. A link comes through seconds later. Your hand shakes as you click on it and an article fills your screen. The article brings your world crashing down before you read anything past the headline. It shows your boyfriend Martin laughing with a pretty blonde woman, one hand on her hip and the other holding hers as they walk out of a nondescript building. By all accounts, it looks damning.

A fire lights in your belly, one born of jealousy rage. How dare he? After everything he'd promised you? Who does he think he is? A million questions swirl in your mind, most of them barbed and accusatory. You glance at the clock, silently thankful that Martin should be there any second and you don't have to stew on this for long.

Everything inside you wants to smash the photos in your flat until Martin's face is nowhere to be found. Three years down the drain for what was probably a fling. It isn't your fault you don't want to fuck as much as he does! That's probably all it was too; just sex, a replacement for what you couldn't always give him. And it stings to know he'd gone and found that somewhere else.

You hear his keys outside your front door. Mentally drawing up your walls, you remind yourself to stand strong as it swings open. "Søta? I'm- oh hey. I missed you today."

Where Martin's voice is soft, yours is hard as stone. "Oh, did you? Are you sure you aren't mistaking me for that blonde you're fucking on the side?"

All color drains from Martin's face in an instant, which tells you all you need to know. "What do you mean? I'm not- you're my one and only, you know that!"

And now he has the audacity to lie to your face. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're really gonna stand there and pretend like I don't know what's going on? I saw the article Martin!"

"What article?" Martin rakes a nervous hand through his hair, voice raw and confused but you don't care. "Søta I swear-"

"Don't call me that!" You shove at Martin's chest with all your strength, breaking the loose grip he has on your arms. You feel like a cornered stallion, bucking and kicking because your heart is beating so wildly you can't hear anything over its roar in your ears.

"The evidence is right here," you say, shoving your phone in his face. "Are you gonna tell me this photo is fake? Staged? 'Martin Ødegaard caught out and about with a new girl'? How do you think that makes me feel, that I have to find out about this through my friend? I'm an idiot!"

Martin made a promise that he would never, ever hurt you, and now he's done the worst possible thing you can do to another human. You trusted him with your fragile, taped together heart that you feared had been broken one too many times to be functional. But he had nurtured you, planted seeds of affection and helped you learn what real love looks like. Now he's ripped the rug out from under you and left you damaged.

Martin stands stoic in the face of your hurricane of emotion. His eyes are red rimmed but other than that, he shows nothing on his face. "It's not true," he whispers, pleading with you to believe him. "You have to know it's not real. You know I would never do something like that."

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest, "I can't listen to your excuses Martin. Please go."

Martin's face crumbles like your heart. He reaches for you but you step away, unwilling to let his touch bend your perception of events in his favor. One touch and you'll be done- your confidence will dissolve and you'll fall into his arms and let him hurt you again and again.

"I love you."

Your hands fly up to your ears like a child, protecting yourself from his words. You squeeze your eyes shut. You try to block out the way you can still feel him standing a few feet from you. When you finally open them some minutes later, Martin is finally gone. A folded slip of white paper sits on the floor where his feet were, but you don't touch it.

The best thing you've ever had is gone, and you're afraid you'll never find something so sweet again.

*********

Søta can we please talk?

I miss you.

Please just let me explain, I swear it isn't what you think it is

You refuse to respond to a single one of Martin's messages. You've been ignoring them for days and they have begun to pile up in your inbox, and still you refuse to touch them. You remain firm in your position that he'd done you wrong, that damning photo splashed across tabloids everywhere. He'd embarrassed you- how hard was it to break up with someone before moving on?

There's one singular image of Martin that comes out of Arsenal's training all week. He isn't looking at the camera but his posture alone is enough to tell you how heavy his heart is. You hate seeing him like that, despite everything. It isn't like your love for him evaporated; you still feel the same for him and seeing him so blue hurts.

Something constricts in your chest and for the first time in six days, and after much internal debate, you allow yourself to search for his name on Instagram.

And it's then that you see her post explaining the story. It's a short reel and your curiosity gets the better of you- why would Martin choose her over you, the woman he claimed to love until the end of time?

"Hey guys, I just wanted to hop on and address those images of me and Martin Ødegaard that have been circulating online. First and foremost, nothing happened! I literally fell flat on my face seconds before that as we were coming out the door- he was helping me walk in those stupid tall heels that I shouldn't have been in the first place.

"I swear that's all it was- we both had photo shoots in the same building that day and he'd stopped to help me because I was struggling. I hadn't even met him before that day, and the only reason I know who he is, is thanks to everyone online!"

You lock your phone and set it on the table, completely stunned. Oh, you'd fucked up big time. Leaving your phone behind you grab your keys and your jacket, heart pounding as you rush out the door.

You have to see him. You have to set things right.

You make it to his house in record time. The weather must pick up and feed off your mood because just as you pull up the skies open up, rain pouring down from a suddenly cloudy sky.

"Fuck it, let's go," you mumble to yourself, hopelessly holding your hands over your head as you run for his door. You knock frantically, praying he's home. You hadn't stopped to check what day it is- was he at recovery? Training? Was it a match day-

The door swings open and you're greeted by an exhausted looking Norwegian. Martin drums up a half smile, shifting his weight to his right foot, "Hey."

Seeing him now, everything comes crashing down. You should've let him speak before just barreling ahead. It wasn't right for you to shut him out the way you had. He deserved a chance to defend himself and you'd been so terrified of being hurt that you'd jumped to conclusions.

You throw your arms around his neck and pull him out into the rain for a fierce hug, not caring that you're soaked to the bone. You bury your face in his shoulder as he instinctively soothes a hand over your back, unsure what was happening but hating seeing you upset all the same.

"Shh søta it's alright… what's happened? Do you want to come inside?"

You pull back to look up at him, threading your fingers in the hair on the back of his head. "No- Martin I'm so sorry for everything. I should've let you speak instead of just accusing you of something I knew you wouldn't ever do. And I know you probably can't forgive me but I'm gonna do my best to earn it as best I can."

Martin smiles and brushes your sopping hair off your forehead. The tenderness in the gesture carries the weight of a thousand words and instantly you feel lighter. "I was never upset with you, and there's nothing to forgive. I don't blame you for reacting the way you did. I'm just glad you're here now… but I am gonna take you inside before you get sick and I have to take care of you."

You smile, silently grateful for him and the fact that the rain hides your tears. "I love you Mar, I'm glad you were home. I didn't really have a plan, I just knew I needed to speak with you."

Martin takes your hand and leads you inside before he says anything else. "You know where the spare key is anyway. I wouldn't put it past you to wait here and ambush me when I finally did get home." Martin kneels in front of you, allowing you to hold his shoulder for balance while he takes off your wet shoes and sets them aside. Then he starts on your jeans, unbuttoning them and working them down your legs, though the wet denim provides a challenge, "also, let's just put this all behind us okay? I want to forget it ever happened."

Standing before him half dressed, you smile at the man in front of you. No one has ever knelt before you, and certainly no one has ever looked at you the way Martin is now. His face is open and vulnerable, a beautiful sight to behold as rainwater drips down his cheeks and off his chin to dot the carpet under your feet. You place your hand on his jaw and guide him to his feet, pulling him in for a wet kiss as his hands find your hips.

"Just say you love me," you murmur against him, his warmth warding off the cold from your soaked skin.

"I love you," he whispers into your mouth. "And I think we need a warm shower."

You pull back to search his expression, trying to determine his mood. "Together?" You ask tentatively, because you're not ready to be apart from him just yet.

Martin offers you a cheeky grin and grabs your bum, "together. Definitely together."

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sardonic-the-writer · 9 months

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐎𝐟?

↳ summary: edward meets someone new

↳ warnings: slight mentions of suicidal thoughts, written from the point of a fucked up eddie, mentions of bombs, obsessive behavior, savior complex, incel behavior, teetering on yandere but i hate that word lmao. he's so pathetic without his mask on baby i love you

↳ song: malmo—mook

masterlist!

Love?

No. Insanity.

Edward can't remember where or how he first saw you, but if he had to guess, it was probably the night you moved two doors down from him.

He woke up that morning like any other day in his life. Full of bitterness and resentment for the city— his city, because it was his —outside a fog filled appartment window.

Once upon a time, it had been battered pane of glass that peojected this image to him as it did now; broken shards scattered on the dead grass outside reflecting 'GOTHAM ORPHANAGE' back to a much younger verson of him. Waking up as a child had always been such a disappointment. He used to hug himself to fitful sleep, a tiny part of him hoping he would pass in the unforgiving night like so many children before.

He didn't think that feeling of bile in the back of his throat would ever go away each time sleep was pulled from him and he woke up back in Gotham. No matter how many people promised change for the better on televisions or radios. Because Edward knew the truth.

Gotham reached out to him. It reached out to him in his dreams with its gleaming skyscrapers as hands and its screaming people as desperate pleas. Begging him to be fixed. To rid it of the scum plauging glamorous penthouses just high enough off the ground that just one push of the hand could send a sinner to his rightful death.

He thought about all of this before he had even finished brushing his teeth.

Careful hands pulled a frayed toothbrush from his mouth as Edward spit into the sink to wash his mouth out. A ratty towel swiped over his lips gently when he finished. Such a refined action for someone with a bomb built for a human neck sitting just outside his bathroom door.

It wasn't uncommon for him to get lost in the swirl of thoughts he called his conscious, but he needed to keep up appearances just long enough to carry out his plan. And that included not being late to work for the third time this month.

Eventually the knob of his appartment was being locked tightly with the end of a faux gold key — the toothbrush from earlier already drying on the edge of his sink.

He struggled with the lock for a moment more, silently cursing whoever had decided to make living on this side of town so hard, before eventually getting it with a pop.

From that point on, the sound of your voice would forever take over his mind.

Edward first noticed your smile lines. The crinkles by the sides of your eyes enticed him like a fresh baked cookie would to a child. How curious, that a person could have so much physical evidence of a happy life whilst living in this place. He wondered if you had been born here, or were new to the location. He found himself envying the thought of the latter.

The next thing he noticed about you, was that you were asking him a question for the second time in a row.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?" Edward nervously stuttered, usually steady hands fumbling to push his glasses up clumsily. Once again— or at least he thinks once again — you grin at him, holding a slightly beaten up moving box in your arms. Why he had noticed that later than the deep crinkles on your face, he wasn't sure.

"I asked if all the locks in this place were going to act like that one. Because in that case, there's no way I'm surviving a horror movie chase." You nodded with your head at his troublesome door instead of gesturing. Probably because your hands were full. Most definitely because your hands were full, actually.

Edward blinked slowly.

"Uhm, no. No no I don't think so." He supplied softly. It was a lame response to your quip. He remembered reading somewhere that first impressions forever solidified a figure in your life, whether minor or major. The thought of that made his heart beat faster.

A pregnant pause settled over the hallway. Edward felt his palms sweat. He wiped them on his pants. All it did was spread it around more.

"Well, nice to meet you." It was you that finally broke the silence. With a shuffle of one foot to the other he heard a few things clink from inside your little box. He wondered what was in it. A vase you bought for decoration? Photo phrames? China that your great grandmother left you in her will?

He stood there wondering about fucking plates for so long, that you had begun to turn your body away and make your way back down the hallways.

"Wait!" Edward lurched forward to place a stern grip on your lower arm. The look of momentary fear you gave him in that moment was enough for him to straighten his spine out.

Something about that barely concealed emotion in your eyes excited him. For a brief moment he was in a leather mask, staring at the bloody body of the mayor below him on Halloween night.

And then he was back. Looking into your eyes like they were last thing he would ever see.

"My names Edward." He released his grip on you while finally introducing himself. With his falling hand went your initial fear. "But my friends call me Eddie."

He didn't have any friends. And if he did, they certainly wouldn't call him Eddie. But the white lie was nothing compared to the way his name, both the formal and shortened verson, slipped from your lips.

"I'll remember that next time. It's very nice to meet you, neighbor."

And then you were gone, feet shuffling against stained and waterlogged carpet before disappearing into what used to be a vacant appartment.

In your wake stood Gothams soon to be savior and cleanser. A man that has committed unspeakable acts in the name of justice and planned to do even more. The very same individual that hid skeletons in his closet and so many more at the scenes of his cromes.

Somewhere in between there, Edward would have to install a camera in your bedroom.

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msbarrybeeson · 2 years

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Before You Go - P.1 | Future Leonardo X Reader

A/N: Time to make a series! Inspiration is taken from the movie and several fanart. Constructive criticism is appreciated as usual.

Summary: Heartbroken about a death of a dear friend, you and Leonardo debated on whether to co-parent Cassandra’s baby son, Casey.

Reader: Gender-neutral pronouns are used. Second POV.

Pairing: Rise! Future! Leonardo X Reader

Warnings: Blood. Death. Child becoming an orphan.

Word Count: ~1280

Parts: One / Two / Three / Four / Five / ...

“We’re.. keeping him?”

A wary expression on your face as you met eye-contact with Leonardo. In his arms held a baby boy, wrapped in a soft yet dirty blanket.

“We are,” he confirmed.

“But what about the other camps—.”

“I promised Cass we would take care of him.”

You went silent, wincing at the thought— the memory of your friend dying in that rubble. Leonardo shared the same feeling, replaying Cassandra’s final words in his head.

“You didn’t even ask me for my word!” you snapped. “We’re talking about taking care of a baby in an alien invasion! I want neither of us nor the team to get too attached. He’s going to get in the way and if something happens—.”

“We won’t let anything happen to him.”

Your hands curled. “...How can you be so sure?”

“(Name).” Leonardo stepped closer to you. “Think about it this way: he could be a hope for us. He could be the one to stop the Kraang and this mess.”

“No.” You wanted to yell and force him to look from your view. Except, you can’t risk scaring anyone else in the base. There were other humans, mutants, and yōkai taking refuge to hide from the Kraang.

This was one of the only safe havens in New York City, or the entire world at that rate. You wanted this to be a place of consolation, not panic.

Arms crossed, you turned away. “I was afraid you’d think that.”

“...What do you mean?”

“He’s young, Leo!” You faced him again. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about forcing the idea of ‘being the chosen hero’ on him!

What if he doesn’t rise to that challenge? What if he didn’t succeed? What would you think of him then?”

Leo’s mouth perked up.

And you realized yourself.

“Sounds like you’re the one with a personal attachment, (Name). I almost thought you don’t care about this little guy,” he teased. “I wasn’t being serious about the whole ‘hero’ thing. Splints threw me on the leader spot myself, remember?”

Your shoulders loosened.

“I remember.” You sighed. “I never said I don’t care. Just worried we won’t be able to give him the childhood he deserves— the life he deserves. I wish that for every child, especially knowing this is the wrong place for them to grow up in.”

You grimmed. “We’ll be busy trying to take out Kraang, Leo.. How are we going to take care him, let alone give him enough love?”

Leo gave no response. But you watched his feet inching closer. Then, he held out the blanket-wrapped baby to you.

“..We’ll find a way,” he assured, “We’ll work it out together.”

You took the baby in your arms. He was snoring away all the problems, a bittersweet moment that warmed your heart.

“The others are going to co-parent too, right?” you asked. That one question making Leo freeze. You spoke again, this time raising an eyebrow. “..Right?”

He cleared his throat. “Well.. the thing is.. they.. probably don’t even know how to take care of a baby.”

“What.”

“But we’ll be fine on our ownn! Trust me, (Name), nothing’s going to go wrong under our watch.”

“And then you’re going to force all the parental responsibility on me.” You scoffed. “Are you serious? You had me thinking that Raph, Mikey, Donnie, and April will help too!”

“Cass trusted us to do this.”

“Exactly, us.”

“The both of us.”

“Why did she exclude the others out?”

Truth be told, you couldn’t understand what made his brothers and April any less qualified to take care of a baby. You knew Leo would be out a lot. You too had responsibilities with keeping resources in check and defending the base. Extra loving hands shouldn’t hurt.

Except, when you found Leo averting his gaze and coughing, a light blush on his face, it clicked for you. He wasn’t being completely serious. He just liked the thought of he and you— did Cassandra tell him?

A chuckle left your lips.

“Look, as much as I’m willing to try for her,” you paused, “I don’t know if I can make a good caretaker, let alone a parent for Casey.”

“And Cass knew you’d doubt yourself,” Leo held your hands, “but she still trusted you. She trusted that you can do it.”

You took a deep breath, tearing up a bit.

“There.. are a lot of responsibilities....”

His arms brought you into a hug from behind. “I know.”

He leaned his head on your shoulder, watching little Casey sleep. “Like I said though, (Name), we will make it work.” Leo reassured. “I’m here right next to you.”

Him being made leader changed him for sure. It was comforting to see him grow less cocky and more consoling, empathetic.

You kind of missed his overconfident, happy, sarcastic side though.

“What are you doing?” A shaky breath. “We’re running the same way. Why are you handing him to me, Cass?” Leonardo felt his heart beating faster.

“Take care of him for me. He needs you all, especially (Name).”

“H-Hold on..” Leonardo taken aback.

He watched a couple of tears pooling up in Cassandra’s eyes. Her hand grasping his arm as they both ran for base.

“Y-You know (Name)’s been eyeing me for a while now.” Emotions caught up in her throat as she spoke. “They’ve always wanted a kid— I didn’t even have to ask them. So.. I-I thought that if I’m ever gone, Casey can be the one for them. (Name) can be the one who will love him just as much as I do.”

“What are you talking about—?!” Leonardo’s breath hitched when the woman let go and ran behind him.

“Please tell ‘em that for me.. before I go..”

“CASSANDRA!”

“They’re just gonna keep following us if something isn’t done. I have to go distract them!”

You stopped in your tracks the moment you found your best friend turning the other direction. The baby gone from her arms and in Leonardo’s instead.

“Casey? Casey!” you shouted. “Where the hell are you going!?”

She was running towards one of the giant machines. A large rock into the eye with her hockey stick and a loud BOOM blasted from an ignition.

You immediately sprinted after her. “Casey! CASEY, STOP!”

“(NAME)!” Leonardo followed.

Cassandra caught the attention of other nearby mechs, this time using her hyperbeam gun to strike.

You were starting to lose your distance.

“Please! I don’t want to lose you—!” Leonardo yanked you back with his other arm. This was when you felt your eyes burning. This couldn’t be happening, not when you weren’t prepared to lose someone.

Leonardo kept a tight grip on your arm. “(Name)! We have to go back!”

“Casey’s out there! Let go of me—!”

“Yet you’re out here— I’m not gonna lose you too while we’re at it. Listen to me: we have to go back, or you’re putting everyone else at risk. We have to go NOW.”

You took one final glance at Cassandra, so far away.

Suddenly, a bright beam of light shot down on her ground. You watched the dark silhouette in your sight evaporated.

And you screamed.

Leonardo pulled you into his chest, hand over your mouth. He carried you over his shoulder as you sobbed into your own palms. He fled, fled as fast as he could with stinging eyes, not because of the dust this time.

No one back at the base could’ve prepared to see you and Leonardo return with Cassandra’s baby alone.

That ache hurt more when you found a photograph of her and everyone tucked in little Casey’s blanket.

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rise of the tmnt #rise of teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt movie #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt casey #rottmnt april #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt cassandra jones

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galaxyshine24-7 · 4 months

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What would it be like if Yuu met Fellow? Him trying to create puppets but with Yuu's customers, well this bartender probably has something to say about that

So this will have a lot of angst I've been thinking about my MC's reactions to Fellow. I haven't seen the full story, but I have been thinking so much about my MC's feelings. I've been thinking about redoing my original mc's backstory for Twisted Wonderland, but that is for another time.

I hope you enjoy

TW: Angst, Guns, Human Trafficking

Silver Bullet MC's Opinions on Fellow

So I'm sure I don't have to tell you all how beyond heinous Fellow's actions are regarding his storyline. I can imagine Silver Bullet Yuu getting invited to the amusement park with the mafia boys, soon realizing the grave trap they fell into. Even with Yuu making it out safely and their guardians destroying Fellow' 's business permanently, they still can't erase the fear and sorrow they feel for themselves, but also for the unspoken victims. Yuu would end up having nightmares for weeks because of the ordeal, becoming a puppet to someone, and having them control you is one of their worst fears. Especially in a place such as NRC where people promise their lives to higher groups on a daily(aka the mafia) all in exchange for power or wealth.

Another fact about my is that Yuu adores children and families. They hope to leave NRC and start a family of their own. NRC with its high crime rate and recruitment for gangs at such young ages is not the best place to raise a future family. Not to mention Yuu lived in an orphanage for some time, and they still visit and donate too even to the present day. So they have a soft spot for young ones. It's why they care for the first years without question.

Fellow from what we know has taken away children from their parents and people from their families. They get turned into dolls and sold like objects. Yuu would be beyond repulsed by the idea that a mother is crying for their lost child who got turned into a doll and sold off. I don't know if they stated other victims of Fellow would be found and saved in the game, but I know Yuu's teachers and Fellow if he turned a new leaf, at least in this au would do what they could to find past victims.

The incident would be one of the first times any of the mafia boys see Yuu cry. They would close the bar for a few days probably being taken by their teachers to a secluded spot to rest and heal. The mafia boys would worry Yuu left, but Yuu would be back in the bar making drinks soon after not speaking of the incident.

When it comes to seeing Fellow again Yuu would be the first to throw a punch out of fear if they already haven't beaten him up. They would point their gun at Fellow if he ever tried to step foot in the bar, but if Fellow shows Yuu slowly and sincerely that he wants to change he could have a small drink at a distance in Yuu's bar once progress has been made, but it would take a very long time.

#twisted wonderland #silver bullet au #twst silver bullet au #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #asks #twisted wonderland x reader

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buckysmith · 1 year

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You always meet twice in life

Recom Miles Quaritch × fem. Human. reader (Story not one shot)

„You always meet twice in life" but how could you meet someone who was already dead?

Well, let's see...

Part 1

Sometimes life doesn't play out the way you want.

Sometimes you have everything one day and nothing the next.

Life doesn't ask how you are, if you like it or how you want it, life tests you, life tests you every single day until the day you die….

And sometimes something so big comes from one decision....

Your gaze settles on the sleeping baby in your arms, his eyes are closed and you can still see this lightly glistening of his tears on his cheeks.

You hug the baby in your arms a bit tighter while you close your eyes.

You can dully hear the screams and arguments from the next room.

You can't really hear what it's about, but you can guess. It is probably about yourself and the baby in my arms, both of you are too young to be sent off from pandora, but already old enough to be blamed for the sins of your species….

....

A warm hand rests on your cheek as you look up "I know Miles will be safe with you (y/n), promise me that no matter what happens to me you will take care of him, promise me that even if I don't come back he will be safe, that he won't have to pay for the actions of his father or his mother. Promise me that you will never leave him alone, please, promise me that you will love him like a mother loves her child" You look into the brown eyes of Paz, Miles' mother, who is standing in front of you with tears streaming down her face. Her voice is brittle, rough and quiet.

In the background the sirens can already be heard, signaling that in a few minutes the battleships will fly out to destroy the holiest of all Na'vi.

"I promise"

Her eyes soften for a breath of a moment before she pulls you to her, kissing your forehead only to press a kiss Miles' forehead as well.

"I love you my son.... I hope we see each other again....."

Her voice still echoes in your mind and the image of her moving away from you, turning to you and miles one last time before disappearing into the crowd of soldiers plays over and over in your mind.

You knew that she would not come back, you knew that she had died in battle, as had your parents and many others, be it humans or Na’vi.

You can feel your heart tighten painfully, while your stomach drops and your eyes start to burn.

You can't show any weakness now, you can't let anyone see how scared you are, how painful the loss of your parents is, the loss of the people you thought were friends.

You have to be strong for the baby, you have to be strong for miles.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear the door of the room you’re in opens. You open your eyes, only to look at the person who has entered the room. You know him, or better you know his face. He is one of the scientists who work- no, who worked with your mother.

His eyes are filled with many emotions, just like yours are.

His gaze turns to you before he kneels in front of you and almost nervously rubs his hands together.

"We can't send you away from here, just like we can't send the little man y‘know..." his gaze breaks from your eyes to look at Miles after more attempts to get you to speak have failed.

"His mother trusted you with him before she left, didn't she?" You nod as he sighs and sits himself down on the floor in front of you. He takes off his glasses, puts them in his coat pocket, before looking in your eyes again. "I know you don't want to talk to me, you're scared and maybe you don't quite understand what's happening right now but I want to tell you that you're safe, both of you are safe. No one is going to hurt you." His voice is calm while he keeps eye contact to make you believe he's not lying.

"You don't have to talk to me either if you don't want to, I just want you to listen to me. " He averts his eyes from you for a moment to get something out of his pocket. "We have found two families who would take you both in, separately, they are also scientists and have worked closely with your mother we think they’re gre -."

"I'm not going to separate from Miles, I'm not going to any people either, I'm old enough to take care of myself and Miles." You interrupt him almost harshly and hug Miles a little closer. "I understand that you-." He starts to speak, but you interrupt him again before standing up, lightly holding Miles' ears shut, giving the Scientists a dirty look from above. "His mother has given me the task to take care of him like a mother, I will keep my promise to her. I know I'm very young, I know you think I'm a stupid child who doesn't understand the situation I’m- we’re in, but I understand it well enough!" You feel the lump in your throat slowly dissolve while you keep eye contact with him. "I lost my family just like he has, I don’t want to play family with someone so mercifully sacrificing to take me or Miles in, that's pathetic and I don't want that. I also made a promise to his mother to take her place in case she died, and we both know she did.... I'm not asking for much, I just want to keep my promise...I'm begging you, give me a chance to prove myself. Please give me one chance." His gaze softens before he opens his mouth and ......

Like I said, a single decision can change a lot in your life. Sometimes that decision ends in defeat, but sometimes it opens a door to a new horizon.

Sometimes you have nothing one day and everything the next.

#recom miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x reader #Recom miles quaritch x human reader #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #new story #na’vi x reader #Spotify

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15minlatewithbatbucks · 5 months

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untitled janet/talia, Bruce's bio kid Tim AU pt. 2

Stepping out into the small lobby that served the two giant offices on this floor (Bruce Wayne’s and Lucius Fox’s, if she remembered correctly), Janet was glad to finally put a face to the woman she’d been speaking with for the past two weeks. The grandmotherly woman pecking at her computer keys like a particularly discerning chicken had to be Emma Johnson and most importantly, she did not have a child underfoot.

“Hello, Emma,” Janet greeted warmly as she walked up. She was still early by a good ten minutes, but she was a little past caring about being fashionably on time. The woman looked up in surprise though she must have heard the elevator. Janet’s smile was honest as she approached; in her efforts securing this meeting, she’d found Emma to be a lovely sort of woman and was charmed by her Coke bottle glasses.

“Oh, you must be Janet,” she said, voice just as sweet as Janet remembered. “Did you find your way up alright? I don’t think we’ve had you here before, have we?”

“The front desk was very helpful,” Janet assured her. “Yes, it’s my first time scoring a meeting with the Bruce Wayne.”

“Good, we’re happy to have you,” she nodded firmly and lifted her phone, presumably to dial her employer. “Hello, Mr. Wayne. Your next appointment is here, Janet Drake.” She gave Janet a little wink. “Okay. Okay, Mr. Wayne, thank you.”

She set the phone back in its cradle and smiled. “You can go on in. Between you and me, I think he wants the distraction until Mr. Fox comes back up from R and D and forces him to finish his paperwork.”

“Always put off until tomorrow what you could have done today,” Janet said. “Isn’t that how the saying goes?”

“Oh, certainly. Particularly if your name happens to be on the building.”

“Well, since mine sure isn’t, I shouldn’t waste any more time,” she said, but hesitated. “Emma, would you say that Mr. Wayne is a good man?”

“He’s good to us,” she said with an easy shrug. “I think that counts for something. Men like him don’t have to be good to people like me, but he is. Always look at how they treat their staff or the people serving them, that’s what I say.”

“You’re right,” she agreed. Jack was a fair weather friend to his employees. He was nice enough – until something went wrong. “Well then, wish me luck.”

“You won’t need it,” Emma promised as Janet let herself into Bruce Wayne’s impressive office. It was intimidating. It gave her the same feeling she had when she was seventeen and being called into the principal’s office though the stakes now were much, much higher.

Even as anxious as she was, Janet had to admit the office was a thing of beauty, all clean lines and the sweeping views. Bruce Wayne arguably had the only good view of Gotham: high up and expansive enough that you couldn’t see the filth and petty crime on the streets below.

It’s understated minimalism was marred by little personal touches everywhere. Pictures and children’s artwork hung on the walls and were framed on the large desk. Behind it, Bruce Wayne sat watching her with those too-blue eyes of his.

“Good morning, Mr. Wayne,” she said, opting for formality even though it felt wrong. Bruce Wayne had given her a screaming orgasm and a tiny human being – she felt a little entitled to use his first name.

“Just Bruce,” he thankfully corrected, standing to offer her a hand. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Janet. Last I heard, you and Jack were exploring, uh, Bolivia?”

“Peru,” she corrected, taking his offered hand and shaking it firmly. He directed her into a chair and she eased down into it as Bruce retook his seat. Her head was full of little niceties she could do or say to ease this fraught situation, but she was tired and you really only had to make nice if you intended on continuing to play the game.

And Janet was tapping out.

“I know you’re probably a little confused about why I’m here,” she said, cutting off what was sure to be excruciating small talk about Jack or Peru. “And I’d like to be blunt with you.”

Bruce paused for half a moment and just looked at her. Unlike most of the world, she knew Bruce wasn’t half the fool he pretended to be for the media and she knew he had to remember their night together in Cypress.

“By all means,” he eventually settled on.

She nodded and pulled her phone out of her purse. His brow furrowed as she navigated back to that picture of Timothy at the ice cream parlor. She gave it the quickest look before setting it on the desk and sliding it towards Bruce.

A picture, after all, was worth a thousand words.

“This is Timothy,” she said as Bruce’s eyes traced the picture, no doubt taking note of the boy’s likeness to himself. His black hair, so different from Jack or Janet’s brown and crinkled blue eyes, much lighter than Janet’s own.

“He’s a cute kid,” he said flatly, his polite cheer giving way to wariness. Janet nodded, both at his word and at his unspoken suspicion.

“I didn’t lie about being on birth control,” she said. He was a mistake, she didn’t say. “I had an IUD. I got pregnant anyway.”

“And you think he’s mine.”

#tim drake #janet drake #bruce wayne #my writing tag #batman #robin #dc #fic: no choice but to love you

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I missed you, I promise - Sebastian Sallow

Word Count - 2505 words

Themes - Angst and fluff with a happy ending.

@froggoslegs

"Hi! How about post-game for Sebastian? Like, how mc accepted all that happens? :) Sweet sweet hurt comfort with a lot of hurt and dash of fluffy comfort at the end? 🙈"

Warnings - Cursing, homophobic slur, (only once though) talk of dark magic, mention of death, grieving of loved one, soft Sebastian :)

Summary - It is the beginning of another year at Hogwarts and Y/n is hoping to avoid Sebastian at all costs, as he continues grieving the loss of Professor Fig, but it seems that Sebastian Sallow has other plans.

Sebastian Sallow x Male Hufflepuff reader.

Professor Fig was a mentor.

Professor Fig was a friend.

Professor Fig was the father you never had.

But that didn't matter anymore.

He was gone.

He was gone and now you had no one.

Professor Fig probably would have assured you and say something along the lines of.

"You cannot blame yourself son. It will do you no good, things will get better, I promise."

But it didn't matter what Professor Fig would say

He was gone.

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You do not have a lot of memories of either of your parents but from what you know, both of your parents were muggles not having any knowledge of the wizarding world, or the fact that their son would become a powerful wizard.

Your father passed away from an unknown sickness before you were born and your mother died when you were 5 years old after from some sort of heart disease.

After your mothers death you were taken to live at a children's home, you spent 10 years alone in the orphanage unaware of the magic that you would soon possess.

The year of your 15th birthday, peculiar things started happening, books would begin floating, candles would suddenly light themselves and toys would move on their own. You ignored all of these occurrences in fear of being accused of witchcraft.

But one day after you had finished your schooling, you began to walk back to the children's home when suddenly someone had grabbed you from behind and pushed you into an abandoned alleyway.

When you got a good look at your attacker you noticed that there were three boys who also lived in the same children's home.

They were probably not even a year older than you.

But they were bigger.

They were stronger.

It was three against one.

You had no chance.

They started pushing you around, taunting you, saying how you're going to be burned at the stake.

They pushed you to the ground holding you down making you scream and cry.

You do not think you'll ever get their horrible words out of your mind.

Freak.

Coward.

Stupid.

Ugly.

Crybaby.

Homo.

Then all of sudden something inside you snapped and you let out a blood curdling scream that caused a powerful force to throw all three boys into the wall down to the ground.

They didn't gain any fatal injuries.

A few cuts and bruises at the most.

Fortunately for you though Professor Fig had been passing by.

He had witnessed the whole thing.

Professor Fig oblivated the boys and took you in.

Professor Fig was a remarkable human being.

He was kind.

He was loving.

He was understanding.

He was patient.

He gave you food, water, shelter and care.

He taught you everything you needed to know about magic.

He made you feel like a carefree child again.

He made you happier than you had in long time.

He was everything you ever imagined for a father.

He was everything you needed for a father.

But now he was gone.

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Losing Professor Fig had been the biggest loss of you're life.

Add on the pressure of controlling ancient magic, Rookwood and Rankrok, Lodgok's death, Anne's curse and losing two of your closest friends.

Losing him...

It was a lot to handle and sometimes you feel more alone than you did in the muggle world.

Luckily your fellow Hufflepuff and closest friend, Poppy Sweeting was not the kind of girl that would leave her friends vulnerable and alone.

Poppy owled her grandmother, Clementine Sweeting explaining to her of your situation and she immediately requested that you stay at their home.

So for the entire summer you lived with Poppy and her grandmother, you were even given your own bedroom, 3 meals a day and you and Poppy got to care for magical creatures, going on late night adventures in the forest beside Poppy's home, sleepovers in each other bedrooms.

It was the most fun you've had since you lost Professor Fig and realising that, you think that you really will be ok.

You may have had lost a father.

But you gained a sister.

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As you walk down the halls of Hogwarts, you feel yourself almost excited to finally be back, you may have lost a lot in the last year, but you have gained a family with the Sweetings, found love caring for magical creatures and finally learning how to control your ancient magic.

As long as you can avoid a certain Slytherin boy everything will be perfect.

You are so lost in your thoughts that you don't see the body coming towards you.

You bump into someone, causing you to stumble back slightly in surprise, you let out a breath of relief as you brush down your hair which you have recently begun styling with the help and advice from Clementine Sweeting.

You begin to apologise to the person that you had accidentally bumped into, when you look up and notice the dark brown eyes looking into yours.

His hand is inches from yours, as he continues to stare at you.

You bite your lip, not knowing what the other boy is going to do.

Until you feel a hand brush against yours.

And a piece of parchment is slipped into your hand.

He closes his hand around yours, tightening your grip on the piece of parchment.

He then walks off leaving you flustered and red in the face.

You then look down at the parchment that he had handed you before unrolling it and reading the messy scrawl.

Dear y/n

Please meet me in the undercroft after dinner. I wish to speak with you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Forever yours You're favourite Slytherin.

You cough trying to regain you're composure as you attempt to fix your hair once more and straighten out your uniform, before slipping the letter into you're robe pocket and continuing you're walk to the great hall.

Stupid Slytherins.

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You enter the great hall for the start of term feast, donning the vibrant black and yellow Hufflepuff robes once more.

You can't help but feel the dark gaze of a certain Slytherin following your every move.

You ignore the stare that you feel burning through you and continue walking towards the Hufflepuff table.

You sit down at the Hufflepuff table smiling kindly at Poppy and the other Hufflepuffs that you are familiar with from last year.

You talk with Poppy and discuss how you are both excited for classes to start, you are both especially looking forward to this years care of magical creatures classes.

Poppy gives you a knowing look whilst you are the middle of eating dinner. You raise your eyebrows at her in question before she giggles, leans towards you and whispers in your ear.

"A certain Slytherin boy is watching you"

You roll your eyes in exasperation before swatting her lightly on the arm.

She giggles even more and you can't help but let out a small laugh before you both go back to your dinner.

But you can still feel his stare as you continue to eat

And the letter he had slipped you before dinner, burns a hole in your pocket.

When the feast is over and everyone is dismissed to their dormitories. You tell Poppy how you need to discuss an important matter with Professor Weasley before classes begin tomorrow.

Poppy clearly knows you're lying but lets you go without complaint knowing who you're going to see.

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As you step into the undercroft you notice that nothing has changed since the last time you visited.

You smile at the multiple scorch marks on all of the walls.

You smile once again at the memory of him teaching you Confringo.

You can still smell the smoke from his robes when you were practicing the spell.

You also remember how this was one of the last happy and innocent memories that you shared together before everything that had happened.

You then notice the brunette boy with dark eyes boring into your soul, he is leaning against the stone wall in a dark corner of the undercroft with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

His Slytherin robes have been abandoned off to the side, now only wearing his school uniforms three piece suit and it somehow makes him look even more attractive than normal.

He looks you up and down, but stays silent.

You scoff to yourself before you turn on your heel and attempt to leave the undercroft before a hand wraps around your wrist and spins you forward to face him.

You let out a soft squeak.

Your face turns scarlet.

You bite your lip.

And drop your head down to stare at the ground.

He lets out a chuckle and it makes your face flush in embarrassment even more.

You suddenly feel a hand softly touch you're face as he tilts your head up towards him.

And for the first time in what seems like forever, you get a good look at him.

He has clearly gained a lot more muscle over the summer, his muscles showing through his vest top and shirt.

He has also grown over nearly a foot and half tall, and his shoulders and chest have become much broader so now his frame is towering over yours that it makes you weak in the knees.

But then you remember.

You remember the pain.

You remember how he didn't even hesitate to cast the spell.

You remember the manipulation.

You remember the hurtful words he had said to you.

You remember the evil that you saw in the eyes that used to be so comforting.

You remember the words he had shouted as he cast the spell.

You remember a body hitting the floor.

And suddenly all you want to do is scream and cry.

You have seen so much for someone so young.

You tear yourself away from him, tears building up in your eyes like they had done so that night.

He looks at you in concern but remains silent, which makes you're blood boil with anger.

"Well you wanted to talk, so talk!! I'm not stopping you.'

You hate that the first words you say to him in over a year are in anger but you suddenly can't help yourself.

The anger inside you begins taking over.

"God I really must be an idiot if I fell for another one of your tricks"

His mouth opens as if he is about to speak but closes his mouth once again, seemingly stunned by your forwardness.

You let out a pained chuckle at his reaction before you cross your arms over your chest.

"Oh wow!! it seems that I of all people have left the great and marvellous Sebastian Sallow in shock!! I'm honoured!!"

You have begun raising you're voice in anger but your facial expression does not match your words or tone as Sebastian can see the tears rolling down your face.

He lifts his hand towards your cheek to wipe away the tears, but you flinch away from him as you look at the boy in front of you.

"I-I understand that you were looking for a cure to help Anne, I really do Sebastian, but you have to understand that you went to far!!"

You expect him to stay silent as he had been the entire night or to disagree with you just like he had been the year before but as he looked into your eyes all he said was.

"I know"

You look at him in surprise and tears still streaming down you're face.

He looks at you in anguish as he stares at your red puffy eyes, the tear tracks on your cheeks and how your whole body is trembling in anger and sadness.

All he wants to do is wrap you up in his arms and never let go, but Sebastian knows before he can do that, he needs to fully explain himself first.

"I know that what I did that night was wrong, I was just so consumed with grief, anger and desperation to save Anne that I never considered your feelings or Ominis'. I know that I hurt the both of you. I promised Ominis that I would never use Dark magic again and I broke that promise and I said some truly hurtful things to you which were not true at all... I was just so focused on saving Anne It seemed that I forgot about everyone else important to me as well and I apologise for that y/n, you are one of the most important people in my life and I took you for granted"

He takes a cautious step forward towards you, giving you the time to step away if you want to.

But you don't.

You stay rooted in the same spot as he lays a hand on your cheek and you can't help but lean into the touch.

He rests his forehead against yours and caresses your face with his hand.

The only sound that can be heard in the undercroft is your whimpers as you're crying begins to die down and Sebastians heavy breathing.

Sebastian lifts his head up to look at you as his eyes scans over your appearance.

He then lets out a small smile before running his hands through your hair.

"Your hair looks different"

You bite you're lip to hide the smile blossoming onto your face and nod your head.

"Y-Yeah I uh started styling it... does It look ok??"

Sudden insecurity starts to fill your head with self doubting thoughts.

Sebastian shakes his head with a smile and leans in closer to you

"No No it looks amazing... your amazing..."

And all of a sudden Sebastian's lips are on yours.

You smile in to the kiss as you wound your arms around his neck and bring yourself up onto the tips of your toes to reach his height.

He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss.

When you separate from the kiss you both smile at each other before he whispers to you

"Can I tell you a secret??"

You laugh before nodding your head as you look up at him into his dark brown eyes.

"I missed you... in the months that we have not spoken it has been utter hell and I do not intend to go through it again, so I swear never to do what I done to you before ever again, no more lying, no more hurtful words, no more pain and sorrow. Because as long as I'm here I will make sure nothing and no one is ever going to hurt you again, even if it is me"

Another tear rolls rolls down your cheek at his words and you can't help but whisper

"Do you Promise??"

Sebastian nods his head with a meaningful look adorning his face before he wipes away the tear on your cheek and whispers back.

"I promise"

This was my first ever fan-fiction so I hoped you enjoy!!

Especially @froggoslegs who was so kind as to request this story and help me gain a bit of inspiration. I hope I get many more request because this was a lot of fun to write!! I will write anything for Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt. I'm not the best at writing smut but I don't mind giving it a go!! I'll write whatever you request so don't be afraid to ask!! :)

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow hogwarts legacy #angst #happy ending

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Hi! Can you please tell us more about Scarlett’s siblings, and maybe Lexa and Zephyr too? What are their relationships with Scarlett like?

Hello ❤️, I’d be more than happy to talk about them!

Anastasia Voltaire: The eldest among the Voltaire Children, the next in line to be the High Queen of the Vampiric Race. Where Scarlett is winter encapsulated, Anastasia is spring. A gentle warmth, a soft presence, that can quickly shift to a raging storm if prompted. She cares a great deal for a younger sister, even if she isn’t fully aware of what happened with her, few actually do, but she’s stayed resolutely by her side when she’s able to do so.

Caspian Voltaire: The youngest among the Voltaire Children, someone that feels distant from his half-siblings. Being the only child from the current queen, it leaves him feeling bereft of the connection that Scarlett and Anastasia seem to share— even though he doesn’t make any form of effort to fix that (after they already stopped trying decades before do to his attitude). Caspian is an asshole the majority of the time, haughty in a sense, probably suffering from an inferiority complex, but both Scarlett and Anastasia remember when he was just a sweet boy that wanted nothing more than a hug. He’s not that close with Scarlett at all.

Lexa Prince: She’s the younger one of the two twins by a minute. Her and her brother were the only two eggs that survived the hatching— an old practice that some Dragon Shifters have; the belief that stronger shifters are actually derived from hatching out of an egg, in dragon form, rather than through the human one— but you wouldn’t be able to tell. She’s a bit more of a closed book than her brother, keeping her cards close to her chest, but she cares a great deal for Scarlett.

Zephyr Prince: The more flamboyant one between the two. Much more laidback than his sister, slightly reminiscent of Blake in a sense, but the moment you threaten either Lexa or Scarlett he’ll beat the shit out of you. While he may not take his duty all that seriously, Zephyr would never let Lexa carry it alone— he may be a jackass at times, but he’d never be a burden to his sister. Not after all the shit she’s pulled him out of and helped him through.

Both Lexa and Zephyr met Scarlett over a century ago. Zephyr meeting her first and almost getting eaten by Balerion because of it— he thought it’d be a smart idea to just walk up to them without any sort of preamble. Fortunately, Scarlett stopped Balerion from making Zephyr a snack, which somehow endeared the shifter to her even more. He sort of became a leech in the way that’d he stick by her side and protect her when the time came for it. When Lexa came into the mix? It just made Scarlett not want to bash Zephyr over the head as much, due to the fact that Lexa took over most of that for her. Despite that, they’ve been close ever since. Wherever Scarlett goes, you’d be remiss to think the twins don’t follow.

I don’t have set appearances for them yet, still working on them, but I do have a few things! I’ll make more detailed descriptions at a later date, promise.

Anastasia: Sea green eyes, raven black hair that falls to the middle of her back, fair skin, with a lean body type.

Caspian: Platinum blonde hair styled neatly, ice blue eyes, and fair skin, with a lithe physique.

Lexa: Gold eyes, silvery-gold hair, lightly tanned skin, with a chiseled physique.

Zephyr: Crimson eyes, slightly curly black hair, lightly tanned skin, with a athletic physique.

#midnight sun #asks #sc: anastasia voltaire #sc: caspian voltaire #sc: lexa prince #sc: zephyr prince

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esther-dot · 1 year

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In s7 Dany told Jon that she was sold and raped. It means she acknowledge that Drogo raped her. Then why is her dragon named after her husband? Not only that she was basically shouting that Drogo has promised her 7 kingdoms which she get in s8. She even told Jon that Viserys was not good person. Yet she named her dragon after him. She even compared her grief of loosing her brothers to Jon's. It was confusing as hell.

It was confusing as hell! This is a really difficult topic since none of us agree on exactly where Martin stands on certain things, none of us know what D&D were attempting to do, and the combination and contradictions of all their ideas was ultimately, difficult to comprehend. 😂

One of the showrunners didn't buy that Dany would be "seduced" on her wedding night, so he chose to make it explicitly a rape scene, and Martin has complained about that decision multiple times, so their perspectives on Dany's relationships differ. I wouldn't be surprised if left entirely to their own devices, D&D would have never entertained the idea of Dany falling in love with Drogo, of her naming her dragon after him. But Martin did write that, so we ended up with some of Martin's ideas, some of D&D's, and it's just a little confusing to pick through it.

A lot of people really like the idea of taking extremes (love/hate), and making them cohabit a single relationship, as a way of….kinda examining the breadth of a human's feelings, how complex relationships can be, and I think Martin is very interested in that. Not just relationships, but the individual having so much potential for contradictory feelings. Doing so allows him to look at nooks and crannies of what people are.

So, you get Dany who loves her brother but also watched him die, was ambivalent about his death because it was to protect her/her child, but then goes and names one of her “children” after him. It makes no sense! Except, she believed they were the last Targaryens, distinct from other humans (basically), and if you look at other mortals as lesser, I suppose it might make you feel a little closer to someone of your own ilk, even if they’re awful.

Jon can’t quite cope with the different sides of Ygritte, her almost shy smiles and tears over a song, her ease with murdering an innocent man. She forces a sexual relationship on Jon, she also tries to protect him. This idea of caring for a person while being disgusted by some of their actions, of caring for a person even though they abuse you…it is something Martin is intrigued by. Viserys, although an abusive pos, kept Dany alive, Martin may have seen it as an examination of all that.

Actually, now that I think about it, Drogo gave her the silver which tasted like freedom, the first freedom Dany had known, so naming a dragon after that, the initial feeling and then the power she’s achieved since, perhaps that makes it a little more understandable? The scene of her riding the horse reads like she's flying and certainly feels related when you read how she experiences flying on Drogon. The dragon eggs are a wedding gift, it is Drogo's funeral pyre in which she births them. They are entwined in her relationship with him. Maybe that's the explanation there?

Or, Rhaegar was the Targ heir, Viserys obsessed over getting the crown, Drogo promised her armies to the cause, it's probably more about the connection to the throne than any of the other things. I mean, showwise, Jon was the rightful heir (Rhaegar's son who rode Rhaegal), Viserion (like Viserys) turned against Dany, it was Drogon that burned KL and (momentarily) "won" Dany the throne. In that way, those names make a kind of sense….I suppose it’s likely a blend of foreshadowing and characterization.

As for talking about losing her brothers, if you believe that s7 was D&D trying to sell a genuine romance, you need points of connection for characters, things that allow them to understand each other, that could have been their shitty way of doing that. If you think D&D were tryin to write a one-sided romance, you look at a comment like that and think D&D were showing how out of touch Dany was with Jon that she didn't even know how losing someone you never knew and someone else you watched get melted isn't exactly the same thing as losing your best friend, the brother you hero worshipped, or watching a baby brother die before you as you risk your life trying to save him.

Just depends on whether you're in the "D&D gave zero fucks" or in the "there was more to it that they dropped last minute" camp. :)

#dot chat #< for filtering

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silver-tooth-the-panther · 1 year

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More information on my Half-Demon! Tanjiro AU!

I really want to elaborate more on my AU, specifically about the demons and how they are dealing with the changes. So, here are some headcanons about them!

Here is the original Mastpost!

Rui

When it came to converting into a half demon, he was rather cautious about the idea, mostly because he didn’t want to lose his “family” and strength

Nezuko managed to convince him by promising to stick by his side while he works out the changes

They spent a lot of time together, which brought them closer and formed a genuine bond

This drove Inosuke insane though

Tanjiro was pretty weary about their relationship, but he eventually grew fond of the little guy

It took quite a while for Rui to truly come out of his shell

But when he did, everyone realized just how touch starved the poor baby is

He melts when given any form of physical affection and he is quite clingy

I headcanon that Rui has OCD, mostly because he likes everything in their proper roles, so I think he would make sure everything is clean and orderly

He tends to get flustered when he is dealing with large messes, so either Nezuko or Tanjiro has to calm him down

Despite the Kamado siblings’ affection and stability, Rui still feels like he’s missing something in his life

That is, until Tanjiro introduces him to Akaza (Tanjiro decided to introduce all the demons to each other)

Akaza and Rui immediately get along and become friends

Eventually, Akaza introduces Rui to the other upper moons (plus Enmu since he’s usually around Douma)

Akaza was rather nervous about introducing Rui due to the moon’s chaotic nature and Rui’s OCD

However, Rui sees that they have a deep connection despite the chaos and decides to stick around

Akaza: Sorry if they’re a bit chaotic kid, bu-

Rui: They’re perfect

Akaza: Huh?!

With time, Rui learns more about the upper moons and they grow on him

Akaza and Kokushibo are Rui’s father figures

Daki and Gyutaro are very close to Rui and they often hang out with the Kamado siblings

Finally Douma and Enmu sometimes drag Rui in one of their pranks or adventures

The Kamado siblings notice that Rui is less tense, more open minded and is a lot happier

Half demons mature and grow, so Rui and Daki do mature and actually get older as time passes

Although he still goes to the Kamadoi’s for comfort, he truly feels like he has a family with the upper moons

Akaza

I feel like he would be more open to becoming a half demon (I mean it’s better than dying, right?) so he takes up on Tanjiro’s offer

Akaza regularly has to pull Douma out of trouble, either it be pranks that have gone too far or making him act like a gentleman

Whenever anyone is sick, you can expect Akaza to come over and try to take care of them

He did NOT like Zenitsu when they officially met, but they became mutual once he learned that Zenitsu wasn’t that big of a pervert (mostly because he’s dating Tanjiro)

Akaza deeply respects Tanjiro and they tend to work together on projects involving the demons

Akaza wanted to repair his relationship with Rengoku (which yes, Tanjiro was able to bring him back) and Rengoku has rather nervous to do so

They became great friends, but Giyuu (who Rengoku is dating) doesn’t really trust Akaza

Let’s just say it took a LONG time before Giyuu trusted him

Akaza gives advice to the women (both demons and humans) on how to defend themselves from perverts

Akaza is typically with Rui and Kokushibo, probably doing some father - son activities

Akaza actually gets with Kokushibo after realizing that Koku could be soft

Akaza is a tsundere, hands down.

He’ll never admit that he likes being the little spoon or that he loves sitting in Koku’s lap.

He also finds Koku’s final form hot. (He doesn’t have a monster kink though)

Akaza: is there a Mrs, Kokushibo?

Douma: Are you fucking flirting with Kokushibo’s final form?

Akaza: He’s fucking HAWT!

During his free time, Akaza usually like to either read or take long walks,

Rui is usually by his side on said long walks

Enmu

As you can probably expect, Enmu did not want to become a half demon

But after a long battle with Tanjiro, he eventually gave in

This is mostly due to his bitterness towards Tanjiro after he killed Muzan

Tanjiro quickly learns about his relationship with Muzan and instantly knows that it was a toxic relationship and Enmu doesn’t see that

Everyone tries to tell him that their relationship was toxic, but Enmu just gets pissed off

Tanjiro notices a strange smell that Enmu has and decides to look into it

He found out that Enmu couldn’t differentiate dreams and reality as a human and that he didn’t feel most pain, which made Tanjiro even more curious

It wasn’t until Enmu pointed out a suspicious flower that Muzan used to make him eat did Tanjiro finally realize what was going on

Turns out, Enmu had been given drugs as a kid and Muzan had kept him on those drugs to stay numb

Tanjiro knew he had to convince Enmu that Muzan was making him take drugs

It took a while for Enmu to believe him, but when he did, Enmu fell into a deep depression

Tanjiro had tried many different ways to make feel better (having him take care of people, saying kind things to him, etc)

Eventually, Tanjiro had him meet the upper moors, which introduced him to Douma!

At first, Enmu was quite distant and confused why Douma would take interest in him, but spending time with Douma made him come out of his shell

Douma showered him with affection, which made Enmu feel special and wanted

They would go on a lot of adventures together and they would pull pranks on people

After a while of this, Enmu started feeling strange and he went to Tanjiro to know what that feeling was

Enmu: What the hell is this feeling?! It feels so strange!

Tanjiro: Awww, that’s love, Enmu!

Enmu: What the fuck is that?

Both Tanjiro and Zenitsu would help him with confessing to Douma

They ended up deciding to confess on Valentine’s Day (There’s simply nothing more romantic than that)

Turns out, Douma was also planning to confess, so they just ended up being a flustered mess while Tanjiro and Zenitsu were giggling in the distance

At first, Enmu didn’t understand how Douma could do something nice for him

He thought that he always would have to do something nice for Douma

So when Douma treats him, Enmu.exe stops working

They go on a LOT of dates (usually little adventures)

Douma

He also didn’t want to convert, so Akaza and Kokushibo had to hold him down and force him to take Tanjiro’s blood

Tanjiro had to keep an eye on him for a while to make sure he wasn’t going to eat anybody

Douma eventually gave up eating people and started pulling pranks instead

He’s the number one troublemaker in the upper moon and can make a normal situation into one of chaos and anarchy

When Tanjiro hosted the demon meet and greet, Douma’s attention immediately went to Enmu, mostly because he found Enmu quite fashionable

When Douma started falling in love with Enmu, he was also very confused

Douma: Whay the fuck am I feeling this way towards a man?!

Akaza: You might be bisexual dude

Douma: *confused screaming*

Douma loves it when Enmu lulls him to sleep with his powers

In turn, Douma takes care of Enmu and makes some fantastic meals

Douma will happily listen to Enmu when he’s either talking about the demon ranks and/or trains

However, Douma can be quite reckless on their adventures, which sometimes causes them to get hurt

One time, Enmu ended up getting severely injured because of Douma’s recklessness

Basically, they entered an area of the Humanoid island where dangerous monsters were found

They barely got away, but they were haunted by an evil being named Kingu Akuma

That was one of the few times Douma actually cried

Despite the heartache of this event, something awakened in Douma that would help him deal with a bigger problem later on

Kingu Akuma harassed them and made them paranoid

He also reminded them of their pasts over and over again

Unfortunately, this made Douma remember the traumatic event that made him lose his emotions

(I’m not going to say what that moment was here since I can explain it better when I write the chapters. Let’s just say it is based on an actual theory. People believed this might’ve happened to him because of how the cult dehumanized him)

However, he also felt a painful feeling that he couldn’t quite figure out

He didn’t realize what that awakened emotion was until he reunited with Inosuke

Although Inosuke didn’t remember what happened to his mother, Douma remembered it vividly

Douma couldn’t understand why he felt so horrible when he was around Inosuke until he confronted Tanjiro about it

Tanjiro was horrified by Douma’s confession, but was willing to help him due to Douma’s willingness to change

Douma then proceeded to tell Inosuke what he did and well Inosuke didn’t take it well (he tried to kill him)

Due his guilt, Douma tried to hang out with Inosuke, but Inosuke was having none of it

It stayed like this until Inosuke was forced to fight off against a rabid ram demon (I’ll elaborate on this fight in a different post)

Inosuke came very close to death, but Douma saved him from getting mauled by the demon

Together, they finished off the ram and came to a mutual understanding

Although Inosuke can’t forgive him for killing his mother, he can understand that Douma is trying to make things up and so tries to develop a deeper relationship with his stepfather

Due to the he harassment by Kingu, guilt, and retrieving his memoriess, Douma went insane and he tried to unalive himself

Akaza stopped him from going through with it and told him that the only way to get rid of Kingu is to face your past

That’s when Douma went to Shinobu for therapy

She saw his memories and was horrified

Shinobu had to rescue a child version of him (his humanity) from Kingu inside his mind

After some time, he gathered the courage to face Kingu and fight him

Douma couldn’t defeat him (since Kingu is the god of chaos and suffering)

However it did end with Kingu realizing that Douma has changed and he leaves Douma (kinda like how Death did to Puss)

Both Akaza and Kokushibo care for Douma, but they often get annoyed by him

Gyutaro hates him due to Douma pestering both him and Daki (They have a typical annoyed child and jerk father relationship)

Douma finds this hilarious and continues teasing them

Daki and Gyutaro

Daki was quite open to converting (mostly because she was convinced by Nezuko)

However Gyutaro had to be convinced by Daki in order to convert

Once they were converted, both Tanjiro and Nezuko wanted to shower them with affection (they felt that they deserved a better life than what they had)

At first they were very off putted by this, but they eventually warmed up

The Kamado siblings taught them more about their relationship and how to properly show love

Gyutaro: What the hell are you doing?

Tanjiro: Giving you something you never got, a hug.

Gyutaro: …

Gyutaro: *gross sobbing ensues*

Gyutaro constantly goes to Tanjiro for advice on how to be a better older brother

Gyutaro has also accidentally called Tanjiro “dad” a few times which sent Daki into hysterical laughter

Although Daki and Nezuko had to work out their relationship, they eventually became best friends

Nezuko would occasionally host a girl’s night out and Daki would be there right beside her

Both Daki and Gyutaro prefer to be around the Kamado siblings (mostly because they find comfort in them)

When they are around the other demons, they are usually dragged into their nutty shenanigans

Daki really loves being around Rui

She is like a mother to him and Daki smothers him in affection like Nezuko does

Gyutaro melts when he’s complimented (especially on his appearance)

Nezuko made Gyutaro a blanket with heating pads so Gyutaro doesn’t get cold and he loves it to death

They are very curious and love learning about the world

Lastly, they both just really love each other and they are learning to accept themselves

Hantengu Clones

I feel like Aizetsu would be the most willing to covert, but the others need some convincing

Sekido was definitely the hardest to convince, no doubt about it

Urogi and Karaku are best friends and they always cause chaos

Sometimes they’ll accompany Enmu and Douma on their adventures

Sekido usually has to pull them out of trouble

Urogi is definitely Aizetsu’s emotional support

Sometimes Urogi can go a bit overboard, but he tries his best to comfort Aizetsu

All the clones see themselves as brothers

Aizetsu and Genya do become friends, but it took quite some time for that to happen

They usually just have really interesting conversations. That’s how they usually hang out

Karaku, Nezuko, and Daki will always make sure that someone looks great for a date!

Sekido is the unofficial eldest brother, the other clones hate this

All the clones may tease Aizetsu, but if anyone else messes with him. They will have hell to pay

Aizetsu prefers to be around the Kamado siblings, they’re just so calming

He just gets overwhelmed easily, so he prefers to be in quiet places

Sekido hides his feelings and he’ll never admit to enjoying anything

Whenever Zohakuten needs to be formed, Urogi and Karaku usually try to have Aizetsu initiate it because he’s a lot more gentle than Sekido

Zohakuten is like a little angry gremlin

He will immediately attack anyone who calls him cute

Zohakuten: I’m not cute!

Zohakuten: I’m into hardcore death metal!

Zohakuten: I’ve got a scar!

Zohakuten: I branded myself with a hot iron once!

Zohakuten: I’m into Big Dumb Sweet Men!

Zohakuten: Don’t judge me, I’m not cute!

Despite Zohakuten’s efforts, Mitsuri still loves him

The wooden dragons are like little puppies that annoy Zohakuten

The only person that Zohakuten truly likes is Rui

You just can’t hate Rui

Hantengu actually prefers to be separated

He lives in constant fear so it’s nice to find happiness in the clones

Kokushibo

He was also willing to be converted (mostly because he’ll still be able to stay alive)

At first, Kokushibo would be incredibly jealous of Tanjiro

Because of this, Tanjiro decided to try to spend more time with him

Tanjiro found out about his brother and decided as a peace offering, he would help Kokushibo learn the various techniques of sun breathing

Although he doesn’t really learn it, they become close and they form a strong friendship

When He, Tanjiro, Douma, and Inosuke were fighting the jaguar demon, Tanjiro basically gave a speech about how no matter how powerful or weak the younger brother is, they will always look up to the older one

Kokushibo was deeply moved by this

Kokushibo deeply respects Tanjiro for defying his fate in a much more honest and honorable way than he did

He is Tanjiro’s right hand man and will always help him with plans

Kokushibo is pretty much the leader of the upper moons when Tanjiro isn’t around

He is like the stern father while Akaza is more of a relaxed father towards the moons

Kokushibo is also very peaceful and prefers to paint and draw alone

He gives great advice to the other demons on how to handle their changes

Kokushibo usually has to get the other demons out of trouble

He has a major sweet tooth, but the only ones who know this are Akaza and Mitsuri

Sometimes, he’ll eat some sweets with Mitsuri

Kokushibo: How the hell did you guys turn a picnic into a forest barbecue?!

Akaza: DON’T LOOK AT ME!!

Douma: *holding the match* I didn’t do it

He always helps Tanjiro convert other demons

(Okay time for some Kokuaka headcanons!)

Let’s be honest, Kokushibo would be dense af. He would have no clue that Akaza had feelings for him and Koku would have no idea that he loved Akaza back

He’d just think that he felt a strange feeling when he’s with Akaza

Kokushibo eventually figures it out after seeing Tanjiro’s and Zenitsu’s and Douma’s and Enmu’s relationships grow.

At the start of their relationship, Kokushibo was very closed. He acted very stoic, believing that this was they way to earn anyone’s affection

Eventually, Akaza softens him up. He makes Koku realize that it’s okay to show emotion

Kokushibo adores warmth (he’ll never admit it though). He loved to be close physically to his friends and always carries heating pads on him.

Kokushibo is actually really good with kids, surprisingly.

Poor babe gets a lot of headaches so he carries medication on him and he prefers to be awake at night

Although he has to put up with the craziness of the upper moons, he still loves them and will always help them

Tanjiro is incredibly proud of them and the progress that they have made

Tanjiro being a proud dad is so freaking cute

I love this AU and I’ve had a lot of fun with it! Speaking of fun, here are some incorrect quotes because why not?

Douma: *chugs mayo*

Enmu: Hmm that looks like our bedsheets

Akaza: *chokes on water*

Kokushibo: *gasps and covers Rui’s ears*

Tanjiro: I’m very uncomfortable with the energy we have created in this room

Rui: Every family has a gay cousin

Enmu: Bitch we don’t have a gay cousin

Enmu: Wait

Enmu: I am the gay cousin oH mY gOd

Tanjiro: Why were you calling me those awful things when we fought?

Gyutaro: Those were auful things?

Tanjiro: *starts tearing up out of guilt*

Gyutaro: WAIT, I’M SORRY!!

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