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What Lies Ahead (Part 2)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader is a Seer and Rhysand needs her help.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 5,485

Notes: omg...over 10k total...I outdid myself. The moment we’ve all been waiting for… :)

(Part 1)

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“Please,” his violet eyes are pleading, aching inside with the hurt his mate feels for her sister that is wasting away in the library. “You’re the only other seer I know.”

It had been a long morning. After meditating with the shadowsinger you found yourself wandering through the house, in search of something to do. You thought it rude of yourself if you had ended back up in your room, where the book that had you entrapped all night still called to you, urging to be in your hands again. You didn’t know what it was about the novel, but something about it called to you, made it feel like home.

Breakfast was eaten alone, though you did see the other Illyrian on your way down from the training ring. He merely offered you a polite smile, and you noted the apology that lingered in his gaze. You gave an understanding and accepting nod back.

Rhysand hadn’t appeared until the early afternoon, hair disheveled and reeking of sex, though he wasn’t the slightest bit embarassed about it, grinning wolfishly when his brothers goaded him. You had watched with a fond look in your eye. Too many times have you seen the High Lord – your friend – miserable, sad, hurt. This was a welcome change.

You chew on your lip, studying him. Of course you were going to help him, but you were also eager to get back to your own home. Something about this house made you itch, though you couldn’t quite point out what was making you feel that way. Was it being around more people than normal, leaving you feeling more drained than you were used to? Was it the two Illyrians and twin wraiths that marked your every move? Perhaps the shadowsinger whom you couldn’t discern as to why he wouldn’t appear in your visions?

“I’ll help,” you agree and Rhysand lets out a sigh of relief, “But what if she does not want it?”

His violet eyes flicker with protectiveness, “Then you will be returned home.” He walks around the desk to where you stand. His gaze softens as he examines you, a very good friend indeed you had been to him, maybe he realizes that he should have done more for you too. “If that’s what you’d like.”

You furrow your brows slightly at him. Why wouldn’t you want to go home? It’s exactly what you had wanted since you’d arrived. You had your own life to live after all, no matter how lonely it may seem to some. You were perfectly happy.

You don’t get the chance to respond, for Rhys is speaking already, “Az, will you show (Y/N) where to find Elain?”

“Of course,” the shadowsinger stands tall, looks like he’d rather be doing anything else besides showing you around the house, but he does what he’s told.

It seems like the two of you are back to how you were before, merely tolerating each other's presence, as he offers you no words or information about Feyre's sister. You don’t speak either, you have nothing to say to him at all.

But that wasn’t entirely true. You longed to gush to him about the riveting read he had lent you. Taking a chance, glancing up at him, at the same time his hazel eyes catch yours, the two of you looking away immediately, and the air around you becomes tense. You stare straight ahead the rest of the way, carefully avoiding meeting his eyes again. Azriel did mention that the females of the group liked the book…maybe you would have better luck striking up a conversation with one of them about it.

You find yourself in the library once more, this time in front of the large open windows, casting light over the entire expanse of the top floor of the library. Following the shadowsinger to a large seating area is when you notice her.

You wonder if she had been there yesterday, when the two of you had come in to find that book. If she had heard what you had been speaking about, how Azriel had claimed not to believe in a Seer’s vision. She must not have been, you decide, as his job as the spymaster of the Night Court, you believe he would have marked every and all living beings in the room with his shadows the moment he stepped in. Surely he wouldn’t insult the High Lady’s sister like that.

Her long hair is draped down her back, not pulled into an intricate braid like her younger sisters. Her posture is rigid, that much you can tell from behind her, and when you round the couch you notice just how beautiful she really is.

You had seen her before, in your visions, as a human. She had been stunning then, much like both of her sisters, however, even with her sunken cheeks, her lifeless eyes, she looked like she was born to be High Fae.

“Elain,” Azriel greets, and you’re stunned. You hadn’t heard his voice this gentle, not even when the two of you had been meditating this morning. You had no idea it could even sound this soft, like he was approaching a skittish doe in the woods. “How are you feeling?”

“The empty darkness swallowed her whole but inside she felt alive,” is what Feyre’s sister answers, her dull brown eyes staring directly into yours.

Shivering, you cut a glance to the shadowsinger, who looks a bit sheepish as he shrugs, “She says things like this sometimes. Speaks in code, almost. It’s a part of her gift.”

Her gaze returns out the window, and you let yourself wonder what she’s looking at out there or if she is having a vision. You had known your own to be short, the longest you’d been trapped in a sight was when you were watching what Rhysand would go through under the mountain. You’d been in that trance for nearly half a day, watching the horrors the High Lord would endure. It was pure torture.

The visions still haunted you, even if it was now in the past and the High Lord assured you that he was okay.

“Leave us, shadowsinger,” you wave him off, perching in the open spot next to her. Not too close, you’re still a stranger, whether she’s seen you in her visions or not.

The spymaster scoffs and chooses to sling himself onto the couch opposite you. He settles in, posture lax, feet kicked up onto the table in front of him, ignoring your harsh glare. His strong arms are crossed over an even stronger chest, but you know the spymaster is always at the ready, no matter how lazy he looks. “No.”

Arrogant male.

“I’ll be fine, Azriel,” the sister dismisses and his head swings towards her, the only give of his surprise.

“Yes, spy,” you bite, “Leave.”

He bares his teeth back at you.

You open your mouth to cuss at him but are cut off by the other siphon clad warrior approaching. “Ah, Az, there you are.”

The shadowsinger's hazel eyes are still narrowed at you, a mocking smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

You’d like to smack that look right off of his handsome face.

“Cass,” Azriel greets.

“Rhys is looking for you,” the warlord says, lip curling slightly as his eyes graze over you. You tense in your seat, all too aware of those looks, the ones you get in town. Like you’re some sort of freak. Maybe you had mistaken his look earlier. “He sent me to find you.”

Sent him to stop you two from going at it more like.

“Get,” you nod your head towards Cassian, urging the shadowsinger away. He clenches his fists and tightens his jaw at your tone. You consider yourself lucky that you’re friends with the High Lord.

You make no move to speak as he stands, puffing his chest slightly and flaring his wings in what you guess is supposed to be intimidating, his shadows poised to strike. To you he looks like a child about to throw a tantrum in the middle of the library. So you move your gaze outside, looking at everything and nothing, much like the Archeron sister next to you, dismissing Azriel completely.

You swear you hear him growl as Cassian claps him on the shoulder and mutters something you can’t quite catch as they stroll from the library.

You don’t speak for a long while, taking a few mindful breaths, trying to tamp out the flames swirling beneath your skin from that pretentious shadowsinger. The tiredness catches up to you quickly, staring out at the beautiful mountain view, the clouds lazily drifting by nearly lulls you to sleep.

“Who are you?” You flinch as Elain speaks up, startling you from your stupor. Her gaze remains focused on something outside.

“You know who I am, don’t you?”

“I know that you are like me,” she speaks as if she has been around for a millenia, “But I do not know who you are.”

And there’s something about her question, loaded as it might be, you feel compelled to tell her. Hopefully your experiences will resonate with her and she will accept your help.

So you tell her the story of you.

__________

You find that you really like Elain.

The first two days are spent chatting about anything and everything except your shared gift. Trying to ease her open to the idea of you, befriending her before being the one to teach her would be more beneficial than forcing her to learn.

She had to want your help.

By day three the two of you were having tea together like old friends and Azriel didn’t linger outside of the door like a locked out puppy. You and the shadowsinger had barely talked since you sent him away the other day. You spent as much time with the High Lady’s sister as you could. The both of you needed a friend. You were too tired to goad Azriel into a fight, though Mother knows he tried.

You ignored him instead. You knew where your room was by now, down a series of twisted hallways that weren’t actually as hard to navigate as you once thought. As you walked past him you could have imagined seeing a hurt look in his eyes, like he wanted to banter with you.

There was a new book on your nightstand that night.

It wasn’t nearly as good as the first one, but you found yourself liking it nonetheless.

__________

“Gift, Elain scoffs, wrapping her fingers around her teacup for warmth. The heat soaks into her, looks like it’s livening her up slightly. You hadn’t seen her so riled until you asked her if she would like to learn about her power.

“Do you not see it as a gift?” you question, watching the cream swirl in tantalizing circles in your own cup, familiar like those of the shadowsinger.

She responds harshly, brown eyes narrowed. “Do you?” And the negative facial expressions do not suit her one bit. You wonder if this was how you were yourself. But you did not have someone with your same power to learn from and help drag you from that tortured feeling, of knowing futures.

You would help Elain.

“It is a part of us,” you reply, dismissing her own question.

“That does not mean it is a gift.”

“That does not mean you should let it control you,” you snap back, standing from your seat abruptly, the tea nearly sloshing over the edge at your sudden movement. You stalk from the library, cup clenched tightly in your hand. You’d let her think about your words and meet up again tomorrow.

Turning the corner out of the library you run straight into Azriel, the warm liquid spilling onto his dark shirt.

His reflexes are quick, grabbing your wrist in his grip, the other catching the teacup before it falls to the floor. He’s brewing with anger, had been since breakfast when his brothers had been poking fun at him, but the facade halts as soon as he sees your flushed cheeks, your worked up nature.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, your face burning with embarrassment and anger and annoyance. You pull your wrist from his grasp harshly, eyes cast on the glowing siphon in the center of his chest, stinging with tears.

Azriel’s startled, doesn’t know what to say, what to do. What had happened? He opens his mouth to speak but the words catch in his throat and you’re already slipping past him and walking quickly down the hall leaving him standing confused, the cooling drink seeping into his shirt.

You collapse on your bed as soon as you make it to the safety of your room, automatically reaching for the book. Not the new one that had been lent to you, the one the shadowsinger had given you on your first day here. Flipping through the pages, the familiar writing calming you, filling the ache of homesickness. You trace over some of the words, your favorite comments, a small smile on your lips.

If she didn’t want your help then that was fine. You would return home and go on with your life, the way you prefer it. She could continue rotting away in the library if she wanted. You wouldn’t beg her to learn.

A soft knock on the door pulls you from the engrossing literature. It’s probably one of the twins, wanting to help you get ready for bed, no matter how many times you’ve told them you can do it on your own. You call over your shoulder, “Come in.”

It’s not the twins, no, it’s Azriel. He stands somewhat awkwardly in the open doorway, looking like he might just spin around on his heel and leave. You sit upright in your bed, shutting the book quickly, though you catch him looking at it for a long second as you straighten your rumpled clothes from lounging so carelessly.

“Oh, hello shadowsinger,” you greet. You take notice that he’s no longer wearing the shirt you spilled your drink on, instead he’d opted for a thicker shirt, nearly a sweater, still in that same midnight black you’d only seen him in since you’d started staying here. In his scarred hands he holds a cup, much like the one you had spilled on him. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you.”

He nods in response, shuffling closer to meet you halfway. “I brought you this…since yours spilled.”

“I–” you’re at a loss for words, eyeing him with a confused look. You wonder about the sudden niceness from him when the past few days had been nothing more than snipping and ignoring each other. You take the cup from his outstretched hands, “Thank you.”

You take a tentative sip and you can’t hold in your hum of pleasure. Whatever he’s added to this tea, it’s a thousand times better than any you’ve ever made. It tastes like home and fills you with such a cozy feeling, all you want to do is cuddle up by the hearth and enjoy.

“This is delicious, did you make it?”

“I did,” he nods again while his hands flex at his sides nervously. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, doesn’t know why he’s here. But seeing you upset after your session with Elain…he had to see if you were okay.

His shadows are at bay, flitting around behind him so they wouldn't startle you.

“What’s in it?” you ask, taking another gracious sip, savoring the flavors bursting on your tongue.

His smirk is feline, “Trade secret.”

You tut, but send him a small smile of your own. “Would you like to come in?”

“I shouldn’t,” he declines gently, “I only came to see if you were okay.”

“I’m…” you trail off, shrugging as you mull over how much you’re willing to give away, “I’m alright.”

“Have you been meditating?” he asks, although he already knows the answer. He’d woken up extra early for the past few days, hoping to run into you in the training ring again, but you hadn’t shown.

You shake your head. You hadn’t been back since the morning you two spent up there. You hadn’t wanted to see him. But now, without your practiced mindfulness, you were starting to regret that, the headaches near constant.

“You can if you’d like,” he offers, shifting his body weight from one foot to the other, “I can stay clear if you want.”

“No, no,” you reply quickly, “I couldn’t put you out like that.”

“I don’t mind,” he shrugs, “If it helps you ease your mind.”

“Yeah?” you ask, looking up at him with big eyes.

“Of course.”

You bite your lip, looking down into your cup. There’s a vision swimming on top of the liquid but you push it away, shaking your head. Why was he being nice all of a sudden?

“You can join me again,” you blurt, cheeks heating with a blush. “Or we can share the space.”

He assesses you for a moment, then gives you a curt nod, “I’ll join you. The usual time?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, and he’s leaving your room just as quickly as he came.

__________

He’s already there when you arrive.

His shadows swirl around him, skittishly, nervous like you weren’t going to show up. He looks every bit of beautiful as the warm morning sun shines against his face, lightening the shadows in his eyes.

“Good morning Azriel,” you greet with a nod, ushering him to take a seat with you. Instead of sitting next to you like the first morning you had mediated together he sits across from you, facing you. Your heart stammers in your chest, sitting face-to-face with the Illyrian.

“Good morning,” he nods, “How did you sleep?”

“Like a babe,” you sigh, settling into your pose. The bed was much more comfortable than your own. That, mixed with a good novel and the scrumptious tea he had made you, it had been the most comfortable night you had had in the house thus far. “Thank you again for the tea.”

He hums in response, a deep sound that reverberates in your chest as he readies himself into his own posture, wings tucked out of the way and shadows at bay. The two of you fall into an easy rhythm, breathing together and just being one. Being one with the world around you and each other.

“How is training with Elain going?” he asks once you’ve finished your mediation. He seems genuinely curious, but of course he would, if he likes the seer as much as you thought.

You huff out a sarcastic laugh, “You say that like we’ve started.”

“Not making any progress?” he muses as he stretches his long, muscular arms over his head. It causes his shirt to rise up a little, a peek of his sculpted torso on display. You can’t take your eyes off of the jutting v-line, your mouth going dry.

“Uh, I think we’re getting there. Slowly.” It’s tough to swallow as you drag your eyes up his tight shirt to meet his, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You clear your throat, cheeks flaring from being caught, “Same time tomorrow?”

His smirk has butterflies erupting in your stomach, “Same time tomorrow.”

__________

Another day of sitting in the library with Elain. Another day of staring out the window.

At least she’d begun to open up more.

Azriel had walked you to the library after you conveniently left your rooms together at the same time you usually visited Elain in the library. It was nice, just to walk beside him, his presence calming you even more than the meditation had.

The middle sister had apologized for what had transpired between the two of you, and you to her, explaining that you didn’t think of your powers as a gift for a long time either, until you met Rhysand. You told her all about your gift, that you had used it to make a petty dime from the people of Velaris, all of the horrible things you had seen but hadn’t told a soul, forced to carry that message around with you for the rest of your immortal life. You even spoke about Rhys, not to the extent where you were telling her personal things like all that he had endured Under the Mountain, no, that was his story to tell, but she understood what you meant.

She seemed to be legitimately thinking about your offer when a male apprehensively approached the two of you. He was as beautiful as the rest of the men that Rhysand surrounded himself with, even with the metal eye whirring, analyzing you, sizing you up as a threat.

You’d only seen him once or twice. Brief flashes of the auburn hair clashing against the heavy greens of the Autumn Court brush. You had never been able to put a name to a face.

Until now, that is.

“Hello,” you greet for Elain, who has become still in her own seat, eyes cast outside the glass once more, eerily silent. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Lucien,” the male greets, honeyed voice wavering slightly. He watches Elain next to you, a longing look on his face as he extends his hand for you to take in greeting. “Can I get either of you anything?”

As soon as you touch him you’re thrown into a vision. It’s quick, like a slap across the face, but you see Elain and him, holding hands and sitting close together, heads leaned in and laughing, their eyes full of love.

You offer him a polite smile as you draw your hand back, head swiveling to look at the High Lady’s sister next to you questioningly.

She continues to stare out the window.

“We’re alright for now,” you respond, a gentle nod of your head, “Thank you for offering. It was nice to meet you, Lucien.”

“You as well, (Y/N),” he says, just as polite.

With a last look to Elain he strides to the door, long, lean legs carrying him quickly and swiftly as he disappears out of sight.

“You seem to have captured a multitude of males attention,” you notice, intrigued by how Lucien and Azriel both react towards her, “What was that all about?”

She sighs heavy, larger than it looks like her body would allow as she slackens into the couch, her eyes swimming with guilt as she looks at you. You can sense she’s lost and doesn't know what to do with the attention of both of the handsome fae.

“Would you consider him?” you ask, ignoring the feeling in your chest as you think of how defensive the shadowsinger was over her.

“I would think about pursuing him only after I have control over my power.” And it’s decided then, that you will help her learn to control her powers.

“Do you,” you nearly don’t say the next words, swallowing harshly, “Do you see him in visions?”

Her perfect eyebrows furrow, a thought. “I do not see Lucien. Only Azriel. But he is with another.”

You nod and don’t ask any further questions. Elain would, when she is ready, accept Lucien as a mate. He would be so gentle with her, and her with him. They were going to be a beautiful mated pair.

That didn’t stop the ache, thinking about Azriel with Elain.

What were you thinking? He brings you one cup of tea, meditates with you and tosses you a dry smile and all of a sudden you can’t stop thinking about him? About the burning brush from his fingers as he passed you the cup, the one you swore you could still feel? That look, paired with that damn smirk…you couldn’t help but bite back your own smile at the thought.

__________

“You don’t look like you’re ready to meditate,” you say in a way of greeting as you enter the training ring. Azriel’s skin is already glistening with sweat and you wish he had his shirt off.

He throws you a smirk over his shoulder like he heard what you were thinking. You blush, looking away.

“We usually meditate,” he starts, turning from the punching bag to face you, “You taught me something, so I thought it only fair to show you how to throw a proper punch.”

“Was the one I hit you with when you so rudely took me from my home not sufficient? Did it not do what I needed it to?” you ask, feigning nonchalance.

His grin is lethal, “You’ve caught me off guard once, Seer. Don’t be so cocky as to think it will happen again.”

__________

“Have you read Fused With Night?” You ask Elain after you’ve finished training one evening. She was doing well with the training, a quick study. It has been on your mind constantly today, unsure why, the book given to you by the shadowsinger. You longed to ask her about the cryptic message she’d said when you first met her, but this seemed like the easier question.

One that the answer wouldn't unnerve you to your very core.

Her caramel eyes cut to yours finally and you know without a doubt, you probably don’t want to know the answer to this question, either.

“That’s Azriel’s favorite book,” her voice is so soft, too soft, “He never lets anyone touch it.”

The Shadowsinger had given you a book from his personal collection? That’s why it had looked well loved, if it was his favorite. Your stomach twists with nerves. Had you been gentle enough while handling its cracked spine, those marked pages, when you had set it down in the spot where it sat currently in your room, on the short table in front of the hearth?

“What?”

“Have you read it before?” she asks, unknowing that the novel you had been obsessing over since you had arrived was that of Azriel’s. All you could force yourself to do was nod. Your mind was racing, heart pounding. Those were his notes scrawled methodically in the margins? His underlined quotes, highlighted phrases, his soul on the paper? His mind…incredible.

“(Y/N?)” Elain’s voice is worried, that you just seemed to shut down, staring out at nothing like she had been doing for many months. “Are you alright?”

“Am I–yes, yes, I’m alright,” you assure, excusing yourself from her.

You had a novel to read.

__________

It was different this time around, knowing that this was Azriel’s beloved book.

The words meant something completely new it seemed, as you devoured every written note, every flick of the pen. Some comments were messier, scrawled down before the thought could escape him. Others, every stroke was perfectly written, perfectly thought out.

It was surreal.

__________

You had overslept. Stayed up all night analyzing the text for the unpteenth time, wondering what exactly went through the shadowsinger’s mind as he was reading it. Tried to put yourself into his shoes.

You had tried to search for him before you had to meet with Elain. She was getting stronger everyday and you had little left that you could teach, only support her as she learned her power herself. You were so proud.

But he had been nowhere in the house, Cassian had said as much when you found him at the dining table eating a hearty breakfast. Elain was also there, finally out of that damned library and looking more like herself than ever. The warlord beamed at you when you noticed her, approval for your work.

“He’s gone?” you ask, slumping into an empty seat at the table. A plate of your favorite breakfast appeared in front of you, though you did not know if you would be able to stomach it. The tea doesn’t taste anything like Azriel’s, who had brought you a cup everyday since.

“On a job from Rhys,” Cassian says around a mouthful of breakfast meat.

You nod, forcing yourself to take a bite from your own breakfast. You wouldn’t show your disappointment.

Rhysand and Feyre appear near the end of the meal, clearly surprised to see Elain out of the library. The High Lady’s eyes fill with tears as she and her sister finally make meaningful conversation after months of cryptic codes and tense words.

“Thank you,” Rhys says, watching the two of them speak.

“She did all of the work herself,” you brush off the compliment, enjoying the love shared between the two sisters.

“You helped her (Y/N),” his violet eyes speak the truth, “More than you will ever know.”

You bite your lip, nodding at his graciousness. He was your friend, one that you would help no matter the ridiculous request. And by the look on his face he knew it too, and you knew that the sentiment was returned.

“Are you ready to go back?” he asks. And it seems like a loaded question. Like you could choose to stay if you so pleased. But…you didn’t know if this was something you deserved, watching the Archeron sisters laugh at Cassian's joke.

“Yeah,” you respond quietly, throat tight, “I am.”

__________

You don’t have much to gather. A few clothing items that you’d been able to keep, a cozy sweater and a few sets of soft sleeping clothes. Looking around the room once more, a long sigh escapes you. You hadn’t known that leaving would be this hard.

Not only had you made friends here, which you weren’t expecting to, you had seen how Rhysand’s family worked together, how much they cared about one another.

It made your heart ache in your chest.

The book sitting on the perfectly clean desk catches your eye once more. You’ll miss it the most…after Azriel. In a last moment decision, you scrawl a note of thanks, tucking it inside of the cover.

And you leave, Rhysand waiting in the foyer to winnow you back to your house.

_________

It’s not the same.

The air smells different, it’s too quiet, and the library isn’t nearly as grand.

But it’s home.

The book in your yard is still there, the pages nibbled on by creatures and you sigh when you pick it up, fingers tracing the rigidness of the paper, thinking about how mad the shadowsinger was when he ripped the novel from your hands.

Rhysands home was so beautiful and warm, filled with the eccentric personalities of his friends and family. Although it had been hard to focus there, you find yourself missing hearing the bickering between friends over dinner, the laughs shared after the meal, by the warmth of the fire, the darkness of the shadows, always watching.

You even went so far as to purchase your own copy of Azriel’s book, giddy to have a copy of your own. But when you settled into your bed that night, your heart sank into your stomach. This wasn’t nearly as good as his copy had been. This book hadn’t been loved: no notes in the corners or dedications to spymasters, no, it was all clean, unmarked pages and an in-tact spine.

You toss it away from you, landing on the floor with an empty thud. Empty like you.

__________

It was supposed to be beautiful weather outside. It might just be the last perfect wind caressed autumn day before the Night Court would surrender into winter.

Which meant you were going to spend as much time as you could outside.

Armed with a new novel from your shelf and a blanket in one hand, a warm drink in the other – not tea, you hadn’t been able to drink it since – you pulled open your door to head to your lounge but were startled by what you saw.

The shadowsinger, hand raised to knock on your door, standing before you.

He’s just as handsome as you remember. Clad in his usual black, hair ruffled by the wind and cheeks wind-burned, he looks every bit as amazing as he had when the sun was shining down on him that morning in the training ring.

And when he smirks, hazel eyes glittering, something tugs in your chest. A sharp, quick, sting, immediately soothed by his presence, both of your eyes widening in realization.

Then he’s actually smiling, letting out a chuckle that’s like music to your ears, as Azriel holds up the very copy of the novel you had been longing for in his gentle hands.

“As promised.”

As you grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him inside, pressing your lips against his in a desperate kiss, you realize what you knew all along.

That you couldn’t see him in your visions because as your mate, he was an extension of yourself.

The empty darkness swallowed her whole but inside she felt alive.

Maybe you’d be spending the day inside after all.

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I know that for some people the comedy & the acting can be too over the top, but that's exactly what I love about this show; if I remember correctly, Ossan's Love (2018) was the first BL I've ever watched and it left a deep impression on me since then. I still remember so vividly Haruta's line to Maki: "It's not embarassing... being with you. For me, it's not embarassing at all. " That's exactly what I like about this show, the balance between the comedy and these kind of lines! ^u^ <3 [2 / 5]

So when they anounced their comeback I was so excited for it! I didn't expect another season at all! And till this day I still wonder why Tanaka Kei keeps returning to make this show? (Not a complain btw hahaha I love that man so much! °u°) Anyways for this season I see a big jump in terms of budget! Thank god! Let the gays have these high quality shows! hahaha n_n'' btw I love that all the cast decided to come back but also the new actors! Kikunosuke-san's eyes! Such lovely actor, right? [3 /5]

I've been having a lot of fun watching these 4 episodes, the cozy moments between Maki & Haruta, the ridicolous but always funny moments when Kurosawa-san starts yelling or fighting with Maki, also Takegawa-sensei looks more atractive to me than ever! hahaha I'm also watching Izakaya Shinkanzen Season 2 and he looks so different! I like him better here, the scene in this house, wearing traditional clothes?¡ & also him looking for a diaper partner?¡ He's bringing the REAL tea! hahaha xD [4 / 5]

Anyways, sorry for all my rambling! I wish it could be sent all together! >.<° I just wanted to tell you that I appreciate so much that you're taking the time and effort subbing this series! :D I'm having a blast watching! It helps me to take a break & forget about everything else even for a moment! I'll wait patiently for the rest of the series! Don't push yourself too much if you're not feeling well! Make sure to take a good rest! Hope you're feeling well soon! Have a nice day! n_n [5 / 5]

Hello! I'm so late with my response, I'm sorry about all the asks that have gone unanswered while I've juggled medical issues.

I'm glad you've enjoyed the show! I only knew they were coming back a couple of weeks before it happened, it was so unexpected but the best start for the new year.

Funny you should say the acting could be a bit over the top for some people because to me the acting on this show is one of the things that makes it so great! It's such a solid cast, especially this time around with the addition of Iura Arata and Miura Shouhei who are both great actors. Arata is one of my favourite actors actually so it was amazing to have him on my favourite show.

I think Tanaka Kei keeps coming back because he just truly love this show and the team so much. It's clearly his most cherished piece of work. He was actually talking about it on tv just the other day. He said Ossan's Love changed his entire work ethic and approach to his career and acting. He'd played a lot of side roles before OL so it seemed to have been a now or never opportunity for him. He also said that as the leading actor he didn't want the others to have similar experiences to his own as a supporting actor, and that whenever he now accepts roles, he wants the experience to be like Ossan's Love. One of the first things he said to Hayashi Kento was apparently that you don't have to say the lines as they're written, and I feel like that has made their chemistry so natural and grounded.

I love Mashima Hidekazu! I admire how he manages to deliver some of the most outrageous lines with such a poker face haha. He's mad handsome and just an all-around dreamy guy but you forget it because Takekawa-san is so out there as a character lol.

That zenzen hazukashikunee kara/I'm not embarrassed at all is such a iconic line. The way Tanaka Kei's Haruta delivers it with such stupidly boyish charm made my heart skip a beat. I'm excited for the Thai remake, but Tanaka Kei will always be the ultimate Haruta for me.

#asks #ossan's love returns

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triforceangel13 · 8 months

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A Service to the King Ch. 3 (A SidLink Omegaverse Story)

Chapter 3: Preparations

Link felt as if he was in a daze. He couldn't believe what had just happened not even an hour before hand.

That tension was in the air, Sidon had loomed over him, caging him in the very chair he sat in, gold eyes glazing with intensity.

He had wanted him. He had made it very clear.

Though Link was hoping that when he meant by wanting to do those things with him, it meant that he was the one that Sidon had fallen for.

He was too afraid to ask.

What if there was another and the smell of an omega in his...current state had just set him off and ran his mouth like that?

His fingers ran through his blonde locks. First thing was first though, he needd to change his trousers. He was more than embarassed that he had slicked them so bad that they had grown a tad soggy....and cold against his skin.

No doubt others were gong to smell it as well and that just had been embarassing.

He swallowed as he thought of what had brought it on. Aside from being near the king and thinking of doing things with him, he nearly had done something with him then and there.

Sidon had leaned in, a breath's kiss away from devouring his lips with his own when there had been a knock on the door.

Link had never seen Sidon move that fast away from aside from being in battle with the king like against Ganondorf's phantoms.

Just one kiss had nearly had him acting in a not so champion/hero of hyrule like way.

Sidon had been called away to do something and Link had been pretty sure that his chance had slipped through his fingers.

But the king had paused just at the door and told him a few things.

“Loose clothing, and a container,” he had said. “And plenty of elxirs and lubriants. Meet me at my chambers.”

If that didn't tell him completely of what Sidon needed them for then he wasn't sure what else would have been the option.

Again however, a change of clothes was necessary.

He stepped into the shared inn room, spotting Zelda sitting on her bed reading one of the books she had come across in their journeys.

She had seen history play out right in front of her eyes. She had wanted to read so much about it and compare to what she had seen.

He was sure it wasn't the healthiest thing for her to do given the slightly broken state of her mind, but it kept her calm.

“Link,” she said warmly with a gentle smile. “I was wondering when you were going to come back. I was thinking we could make plans for dinner.”

Link rubbed the back of his neck as he went to his bag and started to dig thorugh the clothes that he had in there. He should go back to the house he had made near Tarrey Town and wash them up and get some new ones soon.

“I actually have another...engagement,” he said.

Zelda smile was gentle. “Is it with the king? I'm glad you two were at least able to reconnect. Perhaps you can find out what ails him? Though honestly I still don't think this is quite a good idea.”

Link shrugged. He didn't want to give her details. She would talk him out of this and he honestly really,really, wanted to help him this way.

When had he become so desperate?

“That's if he decides to open up to me,” Link said, taking a fresh pair of loose clothes to the changing curtain and stepped behind it.

Zelda was quiet a moment as Link pulled off his clothes to change, wincing from how much his underwear stuck to him. He assumed this was from Sidon but also from the fact that Link hadn't done anything even to himself in a long time.

When you were saving Hyrule so much you really didn't have the time to do it anything like this. No wonder his reaction to Sidon was so aggressive.

He shivered a bit and swallowed, noting that Zelda was still quiet.

“You okay?” he asked her. Ever since she had come back to them he always made sure to do an occasional check in with her.

He wanted to always make sure she knew that she wasn't alone. She didn't have anyone for thousands of years, watching things happen and not able to do anything.

The timeline had to remain the same...and being a dragon didn't exactly make communicating with others easy.

“Yes, I'm fine,” she said to him softly, her voice sounding closer to the curtain. He pulled the new clothes on, glad that they were looser and making him feel better than what he had been wearing before. “Are you alright Link?”

“Why do you ask?” Link asked with a frown pulling back the curtain.

“That smell,” she said, her eyes flicking down to the clothes that Link had balled up. She let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I know you didn't go swimming with him. What in the world happened...you didn't...did you?”

“No,” Link sighed heavily, leaning his head back. The more people that knew what was going on the more likely someone would have to stop him.

Zelda was looking out for him, he knew that. But it was hard to tell her that he wanted to do this despite what they talked about

In her mind he was willing to risk getting hurt. In a way he was, but with Sidon sort of confessing to him Link figured it would be a good indicator he should do something.

“I've got it bad for him okay?” Link asked with a heavy sigh. “Now can we drop this subject? It's really embarassing.”

Zelda nodded her head, watching as Link gathered a bag with a couple of things, noting the elixrs and the chu jelly that he had packed in there.

“Are you going to do that now?!” She asked in shock. “Link are you serious? What makes you think that this-”

“With all do respect princess, allow me to have one thing to myself?” he snapped at her. Her eyes widened and she stepped back.

“Sorry...” she sad softly to him.

Link's anger melted quickly when he realized he had gotten angry.

“Look..” he sighed. “I'm sorry. I'm just tired of people telling me what I can and cannot do with my life. I know it'll hurt, but right now in a way he wants me...”

Zelda swallowed a bit and nodded her head. “I'm only looking out for you... But I understand. You are the one to make your own descions.”

Link approached the princess and he hugged her gently to him. She hugged onto him, resting her face into his shoulder.

“I know Zelda,” he said to her. “You're like a sister to me and I know you're only looking out for me.” He pulled back from the embrace and smiled at her. “But this is a possible disastor that I have to learn for myself.”

She pat his shoulder lightly.

“I'll always be here for you no matter what,” she said to him. “If things don't go well, you know you'll have at least me.”

Link swallowed a bit at that and he hugged her again.

Now he was nervous.

Nerves digging into his very being Link made his way to Sidon's chambers. Sidon had told him that despite being married he and Yona didn't share a bed chamber together. And from being invited in he was pretty sure she wasn't going to be present.

Link held onto his bag strap as he stood there, swallowing a bit as he came up to the door where one of the guards stood stationed.

Goodness was he going to stand there all night and hear what they were going to be doing? He had thought that they were meant to keep as many people from knowing as much as possible.

“Ah sir Link,” the guard said, bowing his head. “Are you perhaps looking for King Sidon? He has retired for the evening. He hadn't said anything about expecting guests.”

Link froze. How did you explain to someone that he was there for a very particular reason.

“Oh, I had...thought he was expecting me?” Link said, gripping the strap of his bag even tigther once more.

“No-”

The door opened to Sidon's room and the red zora popped his head out of the door.

“Ah Link, there you are,” Sidon said and one look at Link's face and the guard he realized what was going on.

“Ah, your highness,” the guard said, bowing his head. “I had not been aware that you were expecting visitors after you retired.”

“Sort of,” Sidon said, thinking quickly on his toes. “I had thought I would give the guards a chance to rest for the night. Link had offered to take over the guard duty.”

The guard seemed to smile and nodded his head.

“Of course your highness,” the guard said and turned to look at Link. “Thank you very much Sir Link. We do appreciate the break.”

Sidon relaxed as Link nodded his head, taking the hint.

“Of course,” Link said.

“You are dismissed,” Sidon said. The guard bowed to the king and then left his post, leaving the two of them alone in the hallway.

Link let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Sidon offered his hand to Link. Link rest his palm in his large hand and allowed him to walk him into the room.

“Thank you for coming. I was starting to think that you weren't going to come by. That I had scared you off,” Sidon mentioned.

“Nothing could scare me off from seeing you,” Link said, feeling his breath hitch as he heard the click of the lock on Sidon's door as it closed.

“Here, allow me to take your bag for you,” Sidon said, taking the bag from Link's hand and set it aside the large four post bed sitting in there.

The sheets were a deep blue with silver embellishments. A bowl of fruit sat on the bedside table as well as a pitcher of water.

“So um...does Yona know what's going on?” Link asked, unsure of how to begin this.

“Not the full details. All she knows is that I am...collecting this and that I will be giving it to her some how,” Sidon explained. “She does not need to know that you are the one helping me.”

Link nodded, swallowing as he turned to watch Sidon approach the chair that sat near the bed, getting himself comfortable.

Link's eyes roamed his body, noting how relaxed he looked not wearing any of his adornments or his crown.

“Now,” Sidon said to him, beckoning Link closer with the crook of his finger, gold eyes blazing with desire. “Come service your king.”

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chaoticrokiroki · 1 year

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back to our regularly scheduled rarepair

jirou's the one to ask todoroki out - multiple times with no success. he just doesn't get it and she's not bold enough to say the word "date" outright. so they end up having four different outings, and shouto not only invites the rest of the class but also thanks her for organising such a fun class activity -

she'd wanted to hold his hand while watching a movie and sharing popcorn like in those cheesy romcoms. (the entire class came with)

he'd mentioned that he hadn't really listened to music at all before so maybe. she could've helped him pick out something he'd like? maybe she could've bought him some CDs or just. showed him the options and then have hot chocolate together!! alone!! (kaminari, ashido and bakugou came with. ashido and bakugou understood what happened immediately and she was mortified)

having lunch together should be fine shouldn't it?? not too difficult to get, just walking together to a cozy diner near UA and finally get a chance to be Alone. (midoriya and iida, of course, always have lunch with him so. why not invite them too?)

momo and asui put together a picnic basket for them to enjoy (he saw them walking away and asked them to stay.)

so she's. understandably discouraged and kind of heartbroken in that weird "this could've been hurtful enough to make me sob if id gotten the chance to have it." way.

the fifth try is a last ditch effort - because kyouka might be shy and hurt and not all that confident behind the 'tough girl' act but. she's still a hero, isn't she? and if she can't do this, if she can't let herself have this, how is she supposed to be a good hero? how is she supposed to fight villains and have people trust her to save them for the rest of her life if she can't raise her voice to ask for a stupid date?

more than that - being a hero is hard. it shuts doors to a normal life, to those normal everyday occurrences that make up everyone else's lives. if high school is the only chance to be selfish, to take instead of giving herself to everyone all the time, then how can she let that chance pass her by?

it's not romantic. not in the least (though shouto will argue that seeing kyouka flustered and angry and demanding a proper date at his doorstep was the peak of all romance and changed his life for the better). she just knocks with more strength than strictly necessary and waits until the door is barely cracked open before blurting it out. all of it. she's frustrated and embarrassed and also kind of pissed that bakugou's studying in shouto's room and listening in to her awful confession - "i want to go on a date with you. i actually meant for all of those outings to be dates and you invited other people and i almost gave up but. i want to try and go on a real date with you so badly. and id never thought of you that way before but momo wouldn't stop gushing about her wonderful friend todoroki and when you started tagging along to our mall trips and stopping by to have lunch it was just all replaying in my head and momo told me to go for it so i did - i am going for it and i want to go on a date with you, possibly tonight so i dont lose whatever dumb courage made me do this."

she's never felt more like midoriya and she's pretty sure bakugou's going to actually die from laughing too much but. shouto looks at her and says yes - is just as embarassed as she is, blushing lightly, but his eyes are bright and he's looking at her. - says "yes. id like that. can we go watch something again? i saw that in a movie once."

their first date isn't watching a movie and sharing popcorn in a dark cinema. it's too late to ask permission to leave UA for that. but they do sit close on the floor of her dorm room, closing the curtains and watching movies in dim light. the air is sweet and filled with anxious yearning and there's no popcorn to share but their hands are sweaty where they've clasped them together and they're not letting go.

#bnha #mha #shouto todoroki #todojirou #tidojiro #kyoka jirou #kyoka jirou/todoroki shouto #theyre in love in my head #jirou kyouka #this is an actual mess #but ive got so many feelings for Them #rarepair #bnha rarepair #mha rarepair

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distortedataraxia · 1 year

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Hi ^^) it's my first time doing this, so I'm kinda nervous (ahhh how should I start?). Well, I'm here because i got interested in the BSD Matchup thing, so thank you in advancement >////<)

Uh- Im pretty shy and calm in real life, but in Internet I tend to be more teaser (maybe because I can't see the other person's face) even tho I can't really handle them in rl, and because of that ppl usually misunderstood my personality, also I have social anxiety, so it's pretty hard to people ACTUALLY understand and know the real me (honesty sometimes i wish ppl could just read my mind, that would be so much easier?). Sometimes i think like i just have a mask that I can't get off to the point of me forgetting the real me.

About those personality tests: I'm INTP-A, 5w6 and my love language is affirmative words and act of service

If I bake you something/draw you, for sure i treasure or relationship.

As for my hobbies: I like to read, sell, cosplay, draw, listen to true crimes podcast, watch animes, teach, learn languages (for now I can speak 5) study and bake (most time sweets). My dream is someday have a pretty (vegan) coffee.

For now I am a volunteer physic teacher to help 9 graders to pass in exams for good highschools, but I can't wait to get a real job in some quiet place (like a library).

I am a short (150cm T^T), a bit chubby, I'm a sagittarius and I like the caos in the "not so monotonous" way (I just hate get bored), and when I'm not envolved, obviously, just watching, I hate have too many eyes on me. I also hate when people try to force a friendship with me, like, if i hug you, I'm showing that I don't mind you getting too close (even tho it can surprise me sometimes), but that change completely when "you" hug me without intimacy, i will 100% dislike your hugs from now on.

Also I really like to hear people talk about their passion and dreams, maybe I can get a bit of inspiration haha.

Sometimes when I take my medicines I may be oblivious to my own felling, so in that kind of situation i just like so see people I like happy by making them a treat or just walking through the city with no place in mind, just to focus on their happiness to make me feel warm

Whaa- sorry if it was too long, I don't know how much I should say or keep to myself to get a good analysis, usually I don't share that much oh things aaah that's embarrassing... but yeah that's it I hope you are having a wonderful day/night

Note : Hi! Firstly I'd like to apologize for the time it tooks to actually write this and secondly I'd like to assure you that you weren't embarassing ^^ Have a good day/night i hope and take care of yourself ! I haven't written any forms concerning matchups to help people requesting, so anything that you wrote is okay, it's never too long or too short and i'll try my best pairing you with a character with what i have. I hope that you like the one i paired you with and that it aha isn't too much or a mess, matchups aren't really my expertise ahah ^^'

I pair you with...

Atsushi ! ★

You, shy and calm in real life, a teaser on the internet, have came across the path of A CAT- I mean, weretiger.

He would be kind, understanding and considerate towards you and would respect your boundaries. Whenever you have troubles with anything, you know that Atsushi will always be with you and that it'll be okay, he'll support, understand and try to help you out.

That boy Atsushi needs theses affirmative words, he've been through a lot and only feel the right to live if he save people's lives and it's good sometimes to remind him that he's good enough just as he is.

if i got this wrong please run me over with a car , dig a hole and bury my brain inside of it... ACTUALLY NO PLEASE DON'T TOUCH MY BIGASS BRAIN

Atsushi would try to surprise you with some little gifts sometimes, he won't overdo it. If you're like kyoka by example, he'd buy you crepes and ice creams. If you're as mysterious as Dazai, he'll try to go with flowers probably.

Atsushi would be really happy if one day you bake or draw something for him.

Atsushi spent a lot of time reading in his orphanage's library as a form of escapism, so you can sometimes chat about books you both read without much problems.

You also love to ask about Atsushi's days as he works in the armed detective agency, and his days are never the ssame, as he like to ask about your day too.

Atsushi would absolutely support you in your dreams of having a pretty vegan coffee, and he'll do what he can to help you make your dream possible.

Atsushi gets flustered easily, and it can be pretty caotic. But cute?

When you're out on a date with Atsushi, he makes sure that you feel comfortable and to not get all eyes on both of you.

You both would be a nice pair.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd matchups #matchups #bsd x y/n #bungou stray dogs matchups #bsd x s/o #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs #atsushi x reader #atsushi x y/n #atsushi x you #atsushi bsd #atsushi matchup

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chouxtranslations · 25 days

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Shizun 029 - 10 Billion merits

By the time Lu Yunzhen had been invited by the receptionist to the private elevator and reached the penthouse, he found a neatly dressed Hu Sui waiting by the elevator door.

He was a little nervous and wanted to greet him.

“SHIZUN!” Hu Sui had ran up first and checked him over thrice for signs of mind control. He then asked in a panic. “Has da shixiong done anything bad to you?”

Mo Changkong followed out of the elevator and asked coldly. “What bad thing could I do?”

Hu Sui quickly shoved Lu Yunzhen behind him and bared his teeth. “You know exactly what I mean!”

Mo Changkong was silent for a moment, but then replied. “I’ve reformed.”

“As if I’d ever believe you! You’re the bastard who lured me into the forest with fish jerky just to beat me up!” Hu Sui immediately dug up his old grudges. “You also made me take the blame for ruining Shizun’s spiritual herbs back when I couldn’t speak yet, and…”

“Who told you to climb into Shizun’s bed?” Mo Changkong interrupted furiously.

“I WAS EIGHT!”

He was abandoned as an infant and Shizun was the first person he saw when he opened his eyes. Shizun was kind and considerate, Shizun cured his disability, Shizun taught him his skills. Shizun was his father in his heart! His daddy!

Isn’t it normal for a fluffy, cute, and pathetic little fox to sleep with his daddy? Isn’t that the rightful way of the universe? Da shixiong was a grown man, what was he doing trying to fight for it from a little kid?!

He thought that he was just fighting with da shixiong for the right to sleep with Shizun. With all his tricks at playing cute and being spoiled he won over and over. But that whole time he didn’t know his shixiong’s understanding of “sleeping together” wasn’t the same as his and he was being beat up for reasons he didn’t understand!

After the fact he realized that da shixiong had already harboured impure thoughts about Shizun, but didn’t have the ability to get what he wanted. That’s why he was annoyed at his shidis and always found new ways to bully them.

After they got bullied into submission they didn’t go against da shixiong again. They practiced sword forms when he said to and went into seclusion when he said to. He hadn’t noticed when da shixiong put his hands on Shizun nor how long it lasted for.

Shizun was prideful to a fault and would never admit to this kind of unspeakable humiliation. And now, he realized that da shixiong’s demonic brand was on Shizun’s body!

He was so bad he was about to extend his claws and scratch this bastard to this death.

Seeing that Hu Sui was intent on not respecting him, Mo Changkong tightened his fists and readied himself to restart his education.

Seeing a cold eyed Mo Changkong to the left and the vicious Hu Sui to the right, Lu Yunzhen felt like the siblings were about explode into a fight any second now and thought that he should do something as their teacher.

“Alright, alright, let’s let bygones be bygones, ok?” He tried to soften the atmosphere after listening to the trivial grudges. It’s pretty embarrassing that Mo Changkong was fighting for a bed with a little kid, but it’s been so many years and people should be mature by now. “Hu… A-Sui, maybe there was some unhappy moments in the past, but I don’t remember my past life anymore and Changkong has reformed…”

“He changed?” Hu Sui sneered.

“Yes!” Lu Yunzhen happily continued. “Changkong is so good. He saved my life and helped me so much. It’s just that he’s too serious and always wanted to keep to the old ways and be super respectful to me. It’s so embarrassing.”

“Serious?” Hu Sui’s mouth was agape. He did a double take and wondered if his er shixiong was secretly wearing his da shixiong’s skin.

Mo Changkong looked away slightly in discomfort.

Lu Yunzhen trudged on. “Aren’t you two pretty close? Changkong came looking for you after seeing you on tv.”

Mo Changkong couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Shizun, I didn’t!”

Shizun is so embarassing, this hurts his dignity as a shixiong.

Lu Yunzhen hesitated. He didn’t think that Mo Changkong was the type to seek out someone who didn’t matter to him. If he didn’t care about Hu Sui, why did he care so much whether or not his leg was still crippled? Why would he try to find him?

“This kid is an embarrassment to demons by stooping low enough to be an actor. I’m here to teach him a lesson!”

He watched A-Sui grow up after all. No matter how cowardly he was he’s a disciple of Wujian peak. The demon world valued strength, and even when he committed all his crimes and went against the heavens, all he faced was fear and disgust, it wasn’t embarrassing. But Hu Sui? Forget seducing kings and ruining countries, he’s a ten thousand year old fox who acts for laughs and tricks little girls into calling him husbando. That’s unacceptable!

“Where’s Jinnian? Why isn’t he looking after you?” Mo Changkong asked coldly.

“He ascended and is too busy to deal with me.” Hu Sui has calmed down a bit after realizing that da shixiong hasn’t done anything shameless and Shizun isn’t turning into shiniang for the moment. “And what’s wrong with being a celebrity anyway, do you think times haven’t changed?”

“What about the unspoken rules? Did you do it to anyone or did anyone to it to you?”

Jin Yunu’s incident has left him with a very negative impression of the entertainment world. Qingqiu foxes lack control when it comes to emotion and Hu Sui’s selfishness is second only to his own. If no one was around to control him he might get into trouble.

Hu Sui was confused. “Who’s gonna take advantage of me? And why would I do that to someone else? Wait wait wait da shixiong how did you learn about the unspoken rules?!”

Hearing that “da shixiong”, Lu Yunzhen calmed down. It seemed like despite the arguing they still acknowledged each other.

Hu Sui realized that the “shixiong” had taken a lot of the wind out of his sails and gave up. He brought the two into the suite and tried to catch up on what happened after calling his manager to get fried chicken delivered.

Mo Changkong was a man of few words, so Lu Yunzhen bravely started recounting their meeting. He started with that first meeting on the bridge, then Mo Changkong following him, the skin painting demon, the server exorcism, and finally the fire.

“Wait wait wait.” Hu Sui interrupted. “You two are sleeping in the same room?”

“Yes, there’s only 1 bedroom.” Lu Yunzhen continued. “Anyway, so Long JIngtian posted the panda photo on the internet…”

“Wait wait wait.” Hu Sui interrupted again. “What do you sleep to bed? You don’t sleep nude do you?”

“Yes, all men are like that. Anyway, that skin painting demon…”

“Wait again.” Hu Sui’s face was all bunched up. “You…. You let da shixiong sleep beside you? And you dared to sleep naked?”

“Yes, anyway that demon…”

“WAIT!”

…

Lu Yunzhen was confused at all the interruptions. He felt like Mo Changkong was right when he said A-Sui wasn’t very smart. Why was he fussing so much over little things like the number of bedrooms, his sleeping posture, the broken bathroom door that won’t close, and da shixiong standing by his bed at night?

He finished recounting with difficulty and was rather thirsty.

Mo Changkong passed a cup. “Shizun, tea.”

“Thank you.” Lu Yunzhen gratefully accepted the perfectly steeped spiritual tea. It was delicious and he felt more and more like his eldest disciple was prudent and steadfast. He couldn’t help but compliment him. “You’re so good.”

Seeing the interaction, Hu Sui felt pained. “Shizun, did you know that in this era men has to protect themselves too?”

“Don’t worry, Changkong will protect me.” Lu YUnzhen smiled.

“En.”

Hu Sui was speechless.

Shizun had forgotten the painful things of the past and gone back to smiling happily again. Now that he trusts da shixiong again he doesn’t know how to bring up the things that happened… If Shizun knew the truth and wanted to run away, da shixiong could get crazed again and he can’t fight him off…

Mo Changkong saw the complicated feelings he was having and said quietly. “If I had those thoughts I would have done something about it already, and why would I come to find you?”

Hu Sui thought it over and decided it made sense. “You really repented?” He checked quietly.

“En.”

Hu Sui forced himself to relax. One can’t stop the inevitability of rain from falling from the sky either. There was nothing he could do other than believe him for now.

At that moment, a tapping sound came from the balcony. His manager had sent over several dozen family buckets via demon bird, along with a reminder to eat cleanly without leaving residue.

“Eat lots.” Hu Sui waved everyone over and took the lead in wolfing it down. He downed a chicken wing a bite, bones and all.

Lu Yunzhen was dumbfounded. He felt like the image of the movie star Hu Sui was all fake. Other than that pretty face what does Hu Sui have to do with the idea of elegance?

Mo Changkong quickly entered the chicken brawl. “You’ve spent all these years with humans. You Should figure out the issue with Shizun’s house.” He demanded without reservation.

Hu Sui stopped fighting over the chicken wing and his eyes darkened.

Lu Yunzhen flushed. “There’s no need for that, we can rent. Not to mention… cultivation makes pretty decent money. Maybe we can quickly get some money and rebuild the house.”

“Shizun, it’s in your mortal fate to not be lucky. There’s no way you can get rich either.” Hu Sui once again glared at his culprit shixiong. “You got some money before the fire right? And then immediately lost the money?” He grumbled.

Lu Yunzhen was stunned.

He didn’t understand what the fire has to do with money.

“Da Shixiong doesn’t understand because he’s been locked up for so long.” Hu Sui continued with difficulty. “Before you left us, you left me with mistress Jinling and er shixiong with the Wuyuan immortal. Mistress Jinling told me that Shizun’s fortune was one of bitterness and difficulties. You were doomed to live in poverty. If money came in your way it must lead to calamity…”

Lu Yunzhen’s eyes darkened. His dreams of being a well paid coder has disappeared. Thinking back on his life, he immediately asked. “Wait, I’ve taken scholarships and such and nothing bad happened.”

“Don’t worry.” Hu Sui replied comfortingly. “I haven’t just been slacking all these years. I’ve analyzed Shizun’s fate. As long as your monthly income is under 5 figures and your savings are under 50k it nothing major should happen.”

Lu Yunzhen let out a breath. That kind of income is enough to get by. He still owned the land the house stood on. If he saved up and rebuilt little by little it should be fine.

He tried to think of loopholes. “Can I give my money to Mo Changkong to look after?”

“No. Da shixiong is a criminal and his fate is connected to yours.” Hu Sui instead brought out the proposal he had prepared earlier. “You can leave it with me, but money isn’t as important as fate… It is not difficult to gather merits via cultivation. I recommend that Shizun continue to perform exorcisms and donate everything other than living expenses to charities.”

“How many merits is needed to escape this fate?” Mo Changkong asked urgently.

“I did the calculations, and it’s around 10 billion. And Shizun has to do it himself, it can’t be gifted from others…”

Lu Yunzhen spat out his coke.

That’s too high of a goal!

The other two looked at him silently in quiet agreement.

Lu Yunzhen felt more panicked from their stares. You can hope for a carp to be a dragon but you can’t expect your teacher to be the richest man on the planet.

“Shizun, you have more than one lifetime.” Mo Changkong reminded him.

“What is an ocean but a multitude of drops.” Lu Yunzhen finally understood. “I can’t make it in this life, but I’ll get there eventually…”

If he can save 10,000 a month, that’s 120,000 a year, 1,200,000 a decade, 12,000,000 a century… So it’ll be about 10,000 years to hit 10 billion?

The life expectancy for a man in Huaxia is around 74 years, so that’s around 135 lifetimes…. Wait, after you take out youth and old age, that’s around 200 lifetimes…

What kind of torture is this?!

Mo Changkong was glad. “There’s hope.”

“???” Was all Lu Yunzhen could manage.

#shizun #feng yu nie

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3/16/24

I feel very overwhelmed at the moment. The things that are causing me stress: Bettina, Ananya, Summer, Lorenz, Austrian Airlines flight, work next week. What are things I can do to manage the stress or solve the problem: Talk to Bettina, Talk to Ananya and share my concerns, Have concrete plans for summer including buying plane tickets, plans to see people, trips, activities. Reach out to Dani at Music and Arts early to inquire about the part time position again. Reach out to Claire about which international dorm she works at, where to apply, and what the conditions are like. I need to email Susanne about Friday since I unable to work it because of my lack of planning. I just emailed her about working that Friday and apologized profusely about my incompetence. Because I feel so badly about not doing things. The way that I missed orchestra this evening.

Too much pleasure. Too much pleasure. Too much pleasure. I drink soy sauce, devour flimsy fries. The cat steals one of my pork chops and I swear to never let him back in my room which I fail to hold up because just this morning, he is back in my room again. (Writing this whole sentence, I was thinking if I could translate it into Catalan.) At least I have Mitski in one ear. I cannot stay focused long enough to get this stupid writing out. Also because the meteor, which is this horrific feeling, is still plummeting towards Earth despite the fact that I am talking about it. I can be nonsensical. I can be average.

I will write what is true. I just called my mom on the phone and explained how I felt bad. At least I could walk to a café. One more sentence to wonder: at least, at least this, at least that. Here is the feeling as thick and severe as white bright stratus clouds and here is still being here. I am holding up two clenched fists and asking gravity what trick is next. I know two positive charges are kept nestled next to one another in the nucleus by the strong nuclear force. I know once particles are observed they become defined, and therefore less real. Which is to say how can this feeling ask for definition and wince when I get the words out onto the page? If observation changes what a thing is. Changes as in makes singular, reduces, strips. A particle can be two at once, rather, is two things simultaneously. But the looking shreds it into semantic one-ness. It's good to be alone in this one solitary moment, like a meteor that just misses Earth. I can be the even the selves I have forgone for groundedness and realness. I miss everyone and say so so I can get to the other more perturbing feelings. Like everyone gets smaller every day and I know about limited time, I know about limited time. And the small, bleating voice, the voice I stretched into scrap metal, the metal I fastened into a gun. A good word should not be a bullet but how else to get into a body and make people listen? So what if reading this back is embarassing? I know about limited time. What if by the time you got here, I am already behind you asking you why you do not see me? If the past is everywhere, the only place the future must be is inside of us, which is maybe why we dream.

Imagine never having lived in a city. Those sounds of people percolate through the open window. Spring sun rejuvenates hard Earth. My headache sheds into grief. Of course an unhardening thing gives me sorrow flowers. And I didn't even know that there would be dandelions here. I didn't know that there would be dandelions here and I saw them one afternoon in a tree lawn swaying there, being beautiful.

I sometimes feeling like a dream a sleeping earth imagines to life in the indigo lit realm of Summer. I had this thought the other day, listening to Billie Eilish, that the hue of my being was not purple but yellow now. Which doesn't feel as interesting. All of these things that I am not make me freshly real. I used to be caught on a moment for a good amount of days. My street used to be enough. I mean this in exactly the way that I mean it. Next week, no matter what, I am going to Brussels, which is where Zach Caruso lived for much of my childhood. I imagined, once, how I would get there. Not by plane, but to be magically transported to the North Sea or something, near Antwerp? Let me look up the town. Was it Ostend? Like somehow I get teleported there and then Zach Caruso must come and see me. I was in Seventh Grade dreaming of impossible distances.

Now I am a free thing,

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ukrainian-rhapsody · 1 year

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I don't know what got into me in the 1980s, but it was culminant in a young me marching down a winding path to the Nicaraguan border, where I was greeted like an old friend. I was there to stand beside the Sandinista government. Even to fight on their behalf.

Those days are gone now, as the old song says. That Socialist dream, of shared milk and shared blood and toil, has long since gone sour. Or I should say was always toxic. And I ought to know. I gave my heart and soul to Nicaragua. Others gave lives. At that time it was that or murderous, Fascistic regimes. But the world has moved on, and I did too. I had to. The dream had become a nightmare. In Colombia the Farc guerillas, socialists or communists or whatever were kidnapping and murdering. Cuba was still Cuba, where mobiles and the internet were banned, Qaddafi's brand of socialism was fucking up Libya in Libya and Sadam Hussein's claimed Baathist Socialism was also too revealing. And Nicaragua just ripped itself apart. The Sandinistas splintered and fell, and Sandinista leader Daniel Ortega took over as dictator, installing his wife as vice président and turning into a fine example of Repugnancy, a natural and almost unavoiable step after Socialism, which took Russia a few years to perfect, then lead the world at, post 1991.

Under Putin the Ruscists have shown themselves to be uniquely brutal and barbarous. We thought we'd found reasons why Nazis chose to murder innocent victims in World War II. We understand how Europeans picked Africa and Latin America apart, and why, but among a backdrop of recent wars in Syria and Yemen we discover a new lease of life in Repugnancy, Ruscist style.

What is the reason for this extreme brutality? Is it new? Firstly I think there are reasons. Let me say that I was very strongly against the intervention in Iraq, and not in favour of the Qaddafi change in regime afterwards, either. Both of those wars make NATO's inactivity facing the extreme nature of the Ruscist dictatorship of Putin all the more unforgivable. And it is unforgivable.

If Scholz and Macron are the spearheads, others stand just behind in their shadow. The almost disgraceful smattering of military aid, often non-lethal, from Europe would be embarassing in itself, but the likes of Macron and Scholz are not made of the finer stuff, and the distasteful the embarassment comes from their incomprehensible assertions that they, and only they know what Ukraine needs as far as armaments go, or more often do not need. It is no wonder nobody listens to Kaja Kallas, PM of Estonia, a state Macron openly derided as somewhere far to the East, is easily head and shoulders anove the rest of the leaders of NATO, in terms of knowledge and arms advocacy.

But surely NATO'S structure, as a military organisation, is ready to listen to military solutions? No, because the weak schoolmaster that is Jens Stoltenberg was pushed in by Merkel exactly for that: a schoolmaster will not trouble Putin. And Stoltenberg has gone to great pains to suggest arms are continually needed in Ukraine in irder to be remembered as loyal to the only right side in this war, but what he has not done is glaring to any puzzled observer.

However, NATO's inability to provide safe, or no fly zones or indeed ensure Ukraine is able to shows a blundering naivity. Combining this with a series of expensive adverts glorying the organisation in cheerful exposé as "defenders of Europe" while Ukraine next door is hammered by bombs is of questionable effciency to say the least, and shows an organisation out of step with the wishes of the majority of the European populace.

Because Putin is a thug, where he sees weakness he goes in for overkill. This in the long term is his downfall. You don't liberate a country by terrorising it and commiting war crimes, no matter how powerful you think you are, and if this war has shown weakness and indecision in NATO, it also has revealed much about Russian culture: not much has changed since the Mongols swept through, or mass-murdered their way through, indeed, one wonders how many of their hordian or hordic genes have rippled through the Ruscist population, probably a lot, and if one believes in epigenetics and ghost dna, then even more.

One cannit slip into brunt racism to explain this war, however, and the whole ediface of what the Ruscist state is, was, has become needs identifying. Putin's decisión to personally alocate presidents of republics and governers of oblasts in the huge federation was the first step in many that led him to decide he wanted Ukraine, but his taming of Belarus through its serially incompetent and brutal dictator gave him signals that did not help. But as an empire Russia has always been spoiling fir this fight. It would be with Poland as well, if it was not for the EU, and snarls at the Baltic States continually. Famously it was beaten back by Finland, but it needs to be severely beaten back now. Kazakhstan, in particular needs to join Ukraine and indeed Mongolia in democratic quest. Democracy us nit a purely European concept: we find it from Japan and Taiwan to Kenya, Botswana, Guatemala and Paraguay. It works, but it demands International solidarity, and strength.

The Ruscist empire ought to be dismantled. The task is complex. But the first step is a decentralisation of power. Locally elected leaders, good or bad, will at the very least develop local languages and culture, ensuring a more balance state inside thw Ruscist empire as well as out, if it is not too late.

If it is, the Ruscists will repeat what they have doing for hundreds of years, every hundred years or so.

#ukraine war

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haruchyio · 3 years

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sen my beloved!! i realy love your boyfriend hcs and i was wondering if you could make a part two but with bonten members? i like your writing!!^^

random boyfriend things hcs

— bonten members x reader (separate)

— theme. fluff

— toman members ver.

# sano manjiro.

he pretends that he doesn't care but he will still accompany you to the cinemas. bonten mikey has one weakness and that's you. he heavily debates whether to keep watching the movie playing infront of him or stare at you while you laugh and cry during a specific scene. in the end, he'll get very invested with the movie more than you were and will grumble underneath his breath how thry shoud have made a sequel.

# sanzu haruchiyo.

there are times he would just absentmindedly stare at you for hours. his members would argue if he was just high or he is genuinely and lovingly staring at your face. sometimes, he'll admit that he had too much substance in his system, but most of the time, he's just admiring how you looking. he's a daydreamer, but he won't ever tell you that.

# takeomi akashi.

he places a hand on your lower back wherever you go so no one will look at you wrongly. he also secretly enjoys listening to your rambles whenever you two are together, even if he may look like he's bored out of his mind. he'll glare at anyone who tries to interrupt you for whatever reason so everyone just lets you be when they see you with him.

# hajime kokonoi.

he texts you every five minutes because he misses you. no matter how busy he is with his duties as an executive, he will make sure to allot time in his schedule for you. dates with him always end up with him spoiling you; taking you to expensive branded shops, fancy restaurants, he'll do anything for you even if you didn't ask for it. he insists that you shop like it would be your last day on earth, though you would refuse and just tell him that being with him is enough.

# haitani rindou.

he will drink every liquor that people would offer or force you to drink when you two are at a party. he stays by your side throughout the whole night, making sure everyone knows that you're with him and that they should think twice before doing something that may end them up with a bullet on their head. every party ends up with him drunk over his mind because he consumed too much alcohol for your sake, and as a thank you, you'd take care of him.

# haitani ran.

he has an album full of your embarassing pictures in all of his devices. his lockscreen is you sleeping on his shoulder with drool running down your chin and despite you begging on your knees for him to delete it and change it to a more decent one, he'll just ignore you. everytime they're in a meeting and he has to present something in his laptop, he would flash a cute picture of you on the screen before going on with the presentation like nothing happened.

# kakucho hitto.

he's very affectionate. he likes sneaking in kisses when no one is looking. when your friend turned around for a second to do something, he'll swoop down to give you a quick peck on the lips before straightening his back and pretend that everything is normal when your friend was done. he loves seeing you all flustered which leaves your friend confused as to why you were suddenly a stuttering mess for no reason. he'll just watch you in amusement and will definetly do it again.

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eremiie · 3 years

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how would aot characters (or just eren, whatever works for you) react to their s/o doing this

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeFGqABj/

you walking into the shower fully clothed;

❥ video context is that you walk into the shower fully clothed while they’re taking one and just begin talking to them

eren is concerned, a little embarassed but mostly concerned and questioning you. and then he tells you that if you wanted to take a shower with him you should take off your clothes. it doesn’t cross his mind that it’s a joke or anything at first. proceeds to help you take off your clothes bc he actually wants you to shower with him now.

levi looks at you like you’re a fucking idiot and coaxes you out the shower. he later asks you what was going through your head when you got in with him. except the next day he’s like “i’m about to get in the shower. if you want to take a proper one with me then hurry up.” cue an evil smile from you.

jean is also immediately concerned and very flustered. he pushes you out the shower gently and talks to you through the shower curtain, asking what’s going on, and if you want to take a shower then you can, but just not with your clothes! he brings it up again later because it lingered on his mind lmaoo.

connie doesn’t really question you and carries a normal conversation with you. lord help you and this boy. asks what you need and maybe in the middle of the night he’ll randomly; “hey, ______. you know you’re not supposed to shower with clothes right?” and don’t even respond to that. you can’t even tell who’s the idiot now.

armin is probably too concerned, first thing that comes to mind is you might make yourself sick or something— proceeds to turn off the shower water and stand there with you questioning exactly why you thought that was a good idea?? tells you to take off your clothes if you want to shower too, or take off your clothes and go change. if it’s the second option he hurries up his shower to check up on you and help you out. he also continues to question you.

reiner tied with armin is very concerned, and panics for a good 10 seconds, he asks you if you’re okay and if you need something and rushes his shower to get both of you out of there as fast as possible. also very flustered because even though you’re his s/o he can’t help but realize he’s butt ass naked in front of you😔. he will dry you off and everything, and get you changed out.

porco almost hits you because you scared the fuck out of him first of all, then he briefly apologizes, but then proceeds to insult you in the most loving way because he thinks what you’re doing is really dumb and thinks you need to get out the shower right away. deep down he is rushing his shower so y’all can both get out and he can scold you for doing something so idiotic in his eyes, and proceeds to dry you off and get you cleaned up because he’s cute like that. he wraps you up in a blanket too sob sob.

colt panics the most and gets really flustered, he tells you to pleeaseee get out and then peeks his head out the shower curtain to talk to you and ask if you’re okay. you’re really worrying him he’s on the verge of a heart attack! he finishes up his shower then actively checks up on you every 3 seconds to make sure you’re okay and.... right in the head!

zeke continues to wash up and asks what’s up. that’s literally it. is he wondering why you chose to get in with him? yes. will he question you? no. he’s probably done weirder.

sasha asks you what’s up too, she really could care less. might even wash you with your clothes on. you can’t tell if she’s joking or not...

mikasa is very concerned and starts blushing cause ??? she will pull you out the shower, have you stand there until she’s done, then come and dry you off and stuff. she asks you why you thought that was a good idea and tells you not to do that again🧍🏾‍♀️

historia is questioning you but not questioning you too much in fear of your answer. she asks if you’re okay then tells you to go get yourself cleaned up and that was not a smart choice. asks if you need anything when she gets out.

hange finds this a fun activity and lets you stay in there with her. next time you shower she’s in there with you with her clothes on too. although she doesn’t really find the appeal she has fun! you guys dry up together then go make something to eat or watch some tv. this is almost a normal thing to happen with hange.

pieck asks if you’re okay but tells you you can stay in if you want, she’ll just be a minute. when you get out with her she finally asks you why you did that but she’s not judging at all.

yelena stares at you, not necessarily like your crazy but she’s just questioning your existence and motive she’ll either tell you to get out or not ask any questions and let you stay in. its 50/50, almost like russian roulette. what will you get this time?

#attack on titan #aot headcanons #aot boys #aot girls #eren x reader #jean x reader #zeke x reader #connie x reader #levi x reader #yelena x reader #mikasa #eren jaeger

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takuyakistall · 3 years

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to yuu.

Note: I wanted to write short HCs for each character as they wrote the letter when I finished reading everyone's thank you messages (◕ᴗ◕✿) ! All of them are very cute and I couldn't help but get some midnight rot so I had to write it down. Here's the link to the post where every message is listed down. Before you start reading, just a heads up, most of these are written in a romantic light. I also recommend reading the letters themselves first before heading here.

Characters: All students + Grim (Excluding Ortho)

Riddle Rosehearts

"Dear friend," Riddle thought that it was the most appropriate way to address you—or at least, that's what his brain is trying to make him think. Ever since overblotting and you helping him snap out of his frenzy, he had difficulty in labeling what exactly you were to him.

Before everything, you were supposed to be just a mere acquaintance to him and yet here you were sending him gifts out of the blue. The general "rule" towards receiving gifts was to give the giver your thanks. Albeit the better option was to thank you personally, he thought that maybe a letter would be better so that he can sort out his thoughts.

Friend. He nodded, proceeding to write down the rest of his message until he realized that this was an opportunity to invite you to tea with him under the pretense of paying you back for the gift. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he continued writing.

Surely, you would accept his invitation, right?

Trey Clover

"Hey you," was that too casual? Too rude sounding? Trey shook his head as he stared at the two words. He hadn't been expecting a gift from you and frankly, he was more than a bit surprised. Though perhaps he hadn't read the "gift" part when he suddenly started writing down questions about what you liked.

He immediately started thinking of how he should pay you back—gifts? He doesn't know your taste that well. Favours? Hmm, he's not too sure about that one. That's why he decided to ask, if there was something you wanted—he'll do his best to find it for you. A tempting offer, right?

It seems like you have to tell him that this wasn't a trade.

Cater Diamond

"Helloooooo," he started off. The extra amount of Os he used was proof that he's trying to take this occurrence casually. Though in the inside he was absolutely beaming. Gifts never fail to put a smile on his face, especially if it came from someone you didn't expect to give you a gift or someone special to him.

In this case, it was probably the latter. He took a small break as he stared at your gift, wondering what he should write. A small smile took over his face as he picked up his phone and snapped a few selfies of him with your gift with a caption before hitting the post button.

"Received a gift from a dear friend, isn't it amazing? ♪"

Deuce Spade

"Friend," Deuce rarely got to experience receiving gifts from friends to one another judging how his past years were spent as a delinquent. To say that he was happy to receive one from you was an understatement, he was over the moon.

He felt the need to mention it to you with a huge grin on his face. He thought of various ways to give you something back as he let out a small hum, he felt like he was having a field day. He signed the message and told himself that today was going to be a great day.

Ace Trappola

"Hey you," Ace was terribly suspicious of the fact that you sent him a gift out of the blue. Were you trying to buy him silence over something you did? Were you trying to convince him to do your homework for you? A lot of questions springed up inside his mind but not once did he think that it was just a genuine, sweet gift with no ulterior motives hidden beneath.

He knew that you would get mad at him if he continued to suspect you so he said that he was kidding in all caps with three dots after that—which didn't help his situation at all.

He felt awkward trying to convey his feelings like this and he ruffled his own hair as he told you that he just needed to tell you something later, when you're face-to-face. That would make it easier for him to speak.

Leona Kingscholar

"Good day," Leona uncharacteristically typed. He felt like he was being held at gunpoint by his past etiquette teachers as he tried to think of an appropriate response. If it were up to him, he would've just slapped a "thank you" on a piece of paper and asked Ruggie to give it to you.

Though he thought that perhaps it was better for him to actually put in effort for once. Even if it seemed like his so called effort seemed like something he just stole from the internet—that was more than enough, right? He'll just put his signature at the bottom and ask Ruggie to give it to you.

Ruggie Bucchi

"Hey you," a big grin took over his face as he wrote down his first few words. He wasn't as experienced as other people when it came to writing down messages of gratitude, he once tried consulting Leona about it—asking how to make it sound decent only to be met with an answer that went like: "Just put whatever."

And that's what he did! Truly, he's thankful for receiving a gift. For a split second, he wondered if he should share it with the people back in his homeland. Though he pushed that thought to the back of his head as he signed the bottom of the paper with his signature. He'll figure that out once he gives the letter to you.

Jack Howl

"Friend," he doesn't know what to say it's embarassing. Even in letters, he still manages to retain that straightforward yet somewhat roundabout personality of his. A tinge of embarrassment seeping through the letter.

He wished he could've just talked to you in person instead but alas, he was stuck here trying to rack his brain for words. In the end, he felt like it was best to keep it simple—the slightly demanding tone at the end was the result of him getting flustered at the thought that it's possible that it could be a date between the two of you.

Azul Ashengrotto

"My dear friend," Azul couldn't count the number of times he had crumpled a piece of paper and threw it into the trashcan only to get a new one—rinse and repeat. Jade and Floyd had to stifle their laughter when they saw how distressed he was over a single message. Though, perhaps that was the fruit of his unconventional feelings towards the giver.

He didn't want to sound too stiff and professional to the point that he sounded like a robot but also, he didn't want to sound too casual to the point that you might find it weird. He had to let out a small sigh as he ruffled his hair, another piece of paper thrown into the trash can before deciding that he should just play it safe and give you a free drink.

Jade Leech

"To my dearest," oh no. His hand slipped and accidentally made his greeting more intimate than it should be, he could go back and change it but—fufu, where's the fun in all of that? His lips tugged up into a smirk as he continued writing, knowing full well that what he was implying would evoke an interesting reaction out of you. But, if that wasn't enough to stir you up a bit then why not put a little more something? He was a prick this way.

He spotted an empty space on one of his shelves in the corner of his eye, glancing at it for a few seconds before an idea popped into his head. A smile that barely showed off his sharp canines, hidden beneath his gloved hand.

"Truly. Would I lie to you?"

Floyd Leech

"Little shrimpy," he grinned. Floyd was in an especially good mood today after receiving such a thoughtful gift from you. He played with his pen in hand, spinning it around as a distant look took over his face when he tried thinking about the reason why you gave him a gift out of nowhere.

Knowing that Floyd pays a little more attention to you than others, he was bound to be curious and he was more than eager to find out—there's always a reason behind someone's actions, after all. He tried expressing his intent to get the answer out of you which came out a little threatening but if you saw the look on his face there's no mistaking that it was an even bigger threat than you initially thought.

Kalim Al-Asim

"Hey love," Kalim was as straightforward as ever. Not a single filter as he wrote down his raw feelings. There was no reason for him to hesitate especially now that he was practically about to shake from pure joy—he was incredibly close to signing the letter and hopping into his magic carpet to give it to you personally but Jamil was there beside him to stop him if he ever does that.

Though that didn't mean that it was gonna stop him from wanting to ask you out on a magic carpet date with him, he'll just have to explain to Jamil when you accept his invitation. That is assuming you'll accept, right?

Jamil Viper

"Dear friend," Kalim practically forced him to write a letter back to you. Jamil wasn't an ingrate, he knew when to show gratitude when it was appropriate but he preferred thanking you in person. He had to settle for this in the meantime, he thought that maybe he'll just invite you to Scarabia to talk about what he could give in return.

He hadn't really expected a gift from you, especially with all the trouble he might've caused you due to his overblot. Though he didn't think it was all that bad. In fact, he felt a little relieved that you didn't hold any grudge against him.

Vil Schoenheit

"My dear," Vil had an unmistakable smirk placed upon his lips. The choice of words he wrote managed to give out a slightly smug vibe as he stared at your gift on his desk. Impressed by your ability for finding him a suitable gift, he decided to give you a little bit in return.

His smirk slowly turned into a gentle smile as he imagined your face probably tearing up at the thought of him giving you a signed card, he couldn't help but put an offhanded comment near the end. But it was quickly followed up with a single bit of rare praise from him.

Rook Hunt

"Hey love," Rook was always one to act dramatically whenever he had the chance and even in letters, he managed to sound dramatic. As soon as he realized that you had sent him a gift he started gushing about how wonderful it was and how inspiration was raining down on him like tiny droplets.

What's a better way to let his raw emotions out than poetry? That's right, this man wrote you a poem expressing how he feels because of your gift. He almost forgot to say his gratitude because he got carried away but thankfully, Epel pointed it out to him before he could give it to you.

Epel Felmier

"Dear friend," he rarely got any gifts from anyone outside his relatives so when he saw you give him a gift, he was excited to say the least. There's always a certain joy you can evoke in a person when you give them a gift it was almost euphoric for some. He thought that it was sweet of you to give him a gift and decided to give one back with a small message.

Friend. For some reason, it felt a bit off addressing you as that but he quickly shook his head and shot down that thought. As for his gift, he prepared a little something he made himself. Hehe, he's quite proud of it too!

Idia Shroud

"@YOU" it was interesting how Idia didn't bother changing to formal speech when he decided to give you a thank you message for your gift. He's typing the same way he would to his friend, namely "Crimson Muscle", but perhaps that was because he didn't know of any other way to talk to you without sounding unnatural or weird.

People would normally not even think about giving him something and yet you gave him one. He couldn't help but smile a bit when he said how you were a bit of an oddball—he came up with various nicknames for you inside his head. Most of them being different words for the term "weirdo". Yet they always had a hint of affection whenever he would think of it.

Malleus Draconia

"Dearest," Malleus started off. It was rare that he received gifts from people outside his family or nobles back in the Valley since a lot of people found him intimidating—terrifying for some, even. He was glad that you felt comfortable enough around him to show simple gestures such as these. Upon receiving your gift, Lilia noticed how it came from you and urged Malleus to write his thank you message differently from how he usually writes it.

Did you perhaps know of the legends surrounding the Thorn Witch...? If so, then maybe he could sneak in a little joke. The gift of beauty and the gift of song—ah, nevermind. He pursed his lips slightly, he'll just handpick a gift for you himself. A small gargoyle statue, maybe. Or he could ask the other members of Diasomnia to help him.

Lilia Vanrouge

"My dear," his lips formed a small smirk. Lilia appreciated all surprises, big or small. Though, in particular, something about your surprise gift made him more excited about it than usual. Was that just his old age getting to him or was it something else? He couldn't be bothered to think about it that much.

As a form of gratitude, he weighed his options. It was either giving you a gift back or letting you ask a favour of him. He thought the latter would be more acceptable until an idea popped into his head as his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. He knew you didn't know what it exactly meant but he gave you his signature nonetheless—he'll leave you to figure out.

Silver

"Hey you," Lilia taught Silver that it was common courtesy to show gratitude when someone gives him a gift. He tried thinking of countless ways to say thank you with his old man bugging him to ask you out on a date instead in the background. In the end, he paid Lilia no attention and instead went with the standard short message and giving a gift back.

He urged himself not to fall asleep as he typed out his message even though he already let out a yawn without him noticing. He glanced at the screen blankly, wondering if he forgot to add anything until he slowly felt himself snoozing off. Head resting on the keyboard and typing out whatnot. When Lilia arrived at the scene, he didn't bother waking him up and just sent the message as it is.

Silver was so embarassed the next day and refused to talk to Lilia temporarily.

Sebek Zigvolt

"Human," he didn't even try addressing you as anything else other than that even in letters. When he found a gift lying by his room, he was a tad suspicious but loosened up when he read the tag attached to it. As stated, it came from you and the gift was meant for Malleus—wait, what. Sebek scrunched up his face as his eyes scanned the words printed on it.

"To Sebek Zigvolt" This was a mistake, right? Sebek was a bit flushed but quickly shook it off by saying how it was probably a subterfuge or whatever that was. There was no way it was for actually for him, right? Surely, you must've sent this in hopes of hearing more about the great Malleus Draconia. Right?

That is... Wonderful!

Grim

"Dear underling," it was cute how he made an effort to write you a letter despite being in the same dorm wherein he could just talk to you directly. But perhaps he was so touched to the extent that he wanted to do this—did you give him tuna? He struggled thanking you properly and ended up boasting about how he was going to be the greatest sorcerer.

Even though he called you underling at first, he couldn't help but soften up a bit. That didn't sit right with him somehow, he didn't know why. He let out a groan as he racked his head for a more appropriate word until-!

Partner... Sounds about right.

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Hii can I request one for jjk boys where they reject your confession initially but as time goes on they fall for you and regret that rejection

💔 JJK BOYS REJECTING YOUR CONFESSION (AND REGRETTING IT LATER) + HEADCANONS 💔

Characters: Gojo, Nanami, Itadori, Megumi, Yuta, Sukuna, Toji, gender neutral reader

Genre: romance

Warnings: grammar mistakes, mention of sex in Sukuna and Toji’s parts (I don’t know how you can write about them without mentioning sex lmao)

Notes: Hello anon, actually my hugest headcanon for a Gojo x reader is that he rejects the confession at first (I’d like to expand it some day and write a proper fanfiction, but I wonder when I’ll have enough time to do that lol). I chose the characters I usually write about, I hope that’s ok :)

→Requests are open!

Gojo

I think he’s interested in you in a “I want to spend a night with this person” way, but he doesn’t really try to pursue you because he realized you have deeper feelings for him.

He flirts with you from time to time, but he soon pulls away, leaving you confused.

You know you can’t expect much from someone like him, but you also feel there’s something between you two so you decide to confess.

He’s a bit baffled because he was not expecting you’d be brave enough to confess.

Anyway, as expected, he rejects you.

I feel Gojo is a bit oblivious of his own feelings and kinda scared of commitment and intense relationships, so it will take him a lot of time before realizing that he made a mistake.

You’ll probably have plenty of time to get over him, find another good person and even begin a serious relationship.

And he’ll realise how important you were for him exactly when he’s so close to losing you forever.

He decides to keep his feelings for himself at first, because he knows he was a prick and confessing now that you’re happy with someone else would be very uncool.

But this doesn’t last long, he’s used to fight for what he wants and being considerate and self-sacrificing is not like him.

He confesses and you might probably get angry. You’ll think he’s just being whimsical and selfish like always.

But the truth is that he has always cared for you and you were rejected the first time because he couldn’t love you the way you needed to.

Now he confesses because he knows he’s serious and he feels confident about his feelings. He knows he can make you happy.

Nanami

He tries to be as kind as possible when he rejects you.

Honestly, this makes you almost fall harder for him because he’s so considerate.

Nanami thinks of you as a good friend and a good person but I feel he’s someone who needs a lot of time before really falling for anybody and consider a relationship.

So confessing to him was probably a smart choice, since now he can’t help but picture you two in a relationship.

He needs to slowly warm up to the idea and he might realize his mistake when he thinks that being with you is comfortable and fun.

He probably feels a bit embarassed now because he knows he has made a huge mistake.

I’m sure you’ll forgive him lol

Itadori

He’ll probably feel very flattered to hear your words but he’s not ready for a relationship.

He wasn’t really expecting that since he thought of the two of you only as friends, but that definitely makes him think about many things.

It’s interesting for him that you like him, he probably wonders why him, or what is special about him.

He’s sure there must be cooler guys out there. I think he feels a bit grateful and almost proud (?) like “hey, this great person likes me! isn’t it amazing?”, it was a huge boost to his confidence basically.

He realizes he’s catching feelings for you when Nobara tells him that it was stupid to reject you if he was so happy you liked him.

He’s probably “???” when Nobara tells him that. He’ll definitely look on google “how to understand if you have a crush on your friend”.

He’ll be honest about his feelings with you, he’ll tell you about his confusion, about how cool he thinks you are and about how happy you were when you told him you liked him.

Little by little he’ll understand he loves you back.

Megumi

Like Nanami, he’ll be very polite when he rejects you.

At first he might feel a bit uncomfortable if you are around, but he’ll try his best to behave normally.

He is worried you like him only because of his looks and his strength. He doesn’t think he has any other good quality.

He’s probably thinking you idealized him and you’ll soon forget about him.

I think some persistence here might work. He won’t believe you if you simply tell “I like you”, but you should be more specific, for example “I like how kind you are” or “You got angry because you wanted me to be less reckless, right?”

Megumi likes compassionate people, he doesn’t need anything else. So he wants to be liked in the same way, he wants to be loved for what he really is.

Show him you can read right through his soul, show him that you can go beyond his looks, his power and his difficult personality.

I think that being understood and accepted for who he really is will make him fall for you.

Yuta

He was so close to accept your confession because he hates hurting you, but he knows that would be wrong.

He feels as if he’s done the worst thing to you, so instead of distancing himself a bit from you, or becoming more careful with you, he actually begins hanging around you more often.

He often asks you if you’re ok or if you need anything.

You tell him it’s ok and he doesn’t need to be so concerned, it’s as if he is the one that got rejected lol

He can’t help thinking about you, and your confession opened him to new scenarios.

He has always considered you as his favourite person, but does that mean he likes you? How thin is the line between a person you like as a friend and a person you like as a lover?

When he’ll realize that maybe he likes you back, he’ll feel so bad about it and so stupid, if only he had realized it faster you wouldn’t have suffered because of him.

Nonetheless, he tells his feelings to you and you begin dating, but I think a part of him will always feel bad about the rejection.

Sukuna

I really appreciate your courage, I’m sure you don’t fear rejection because if you confess to him he won’t have any delicacy when he turns you down.

But… he thinks you’re really hot so he’ll propose some sex to you.

Now it’s your turn to reject him, you know him too well and you don’t want to be used by him.

Sukuna was never rejected, so I think this will give him a lot of complex feelings.

You just said you liked him, but you don’t want to sleep with him? Are you crazy?

Being unable to fulfill his desires simply make him desire for you more and more.

To the point he’ll tell you “You can keep liking me, but lemme f*ck you” and that’s ok for you, you can’t expect a more romantic line from him lmao

Toji

You need the same amount of courage you had when you confessed to Sukuna.

He thinks you’re hot too, but honestly your feelings are a nuisance for him, he doesn’t want anything serious with you.

Unlike Sukuna, he can keep his lust under control, so really even if he’s desperate for some sex, his decision to keep you at distance is more important than his instincts.

He really needs a change of mind before realising he made a mistake.

I think you really need to be a smart player here too, like Sukuna was stirred up by your rejection, here you should probably stick close to him.

The hardest Toji wants to think about something else, the closer you should try to get to him.

Seduce him, invite him, use every weapon you have because he’ll surrender to his urges sooner or later.

Persistence works and it feels like conquering a walled city.

#gojo x reader #nanami x reader #itadori x reader #fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #yuta x reader #sukuna x reader #toji x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #key word for the fushiguros: persistence

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