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shiny-jr · 2 years

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soft vil for the alphabet maybe? congratulations on (nearly) 3k followers btw!! that's huge!!!

Warning: Yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Vil Schoenheit.

Note: Thank you very much, anon! I knew someone would request him. I thought some people may request him at the same time, and multiple people did. But I didn't expect it to be literally the first one. I find it amusing how y'all scramble for the soft yan Vil content. Whenever I drop the slightest mention of soft yan Vil, I just imagine y'all like this. And I’m thinking to myself, you know what? Let’s just do one with the whole alphabet. I know some people follow me just because of how I write this guy. So here you go. Go crazy.

Letters: A - Z

➸ Affection. How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

➳ Vil once said he despises those who spoil others. Well... he's guilty of just that. Although he doesn't exactly refer to it as "spoiling" you. To him, he's simply rewarding you for being such a lovely darling (pretty much rewarding you for being yourself and giving him attention). It's safe to say that gift giving is his love language. Even if he appears cold and aloof, especially to others (never to you), he showers you with gifts galore. Examples: Oh? You liked that drink you tried? Well, it's healthy, so he'll order a dozen more to take home for you later. That plushie or other obscure item you were eyeing? It ends up in your room. Those shoes you wanted a few months ago but never told him until now? Consider them yours, and in multiple colors!

➳ Of course, he also displays physical affection, but it's largely behind closed doors. Honestly, sometimes you prefer being in public because you have some breathing room. You've spent so much time around Vil that you can tell when he's yearning for some love. When his grip tightens around your hand, when he's glancing at you more often, when his arm around your waist is guiding you towards a private room, these are all signs that he’s needy for some attention. And you know that as soon as those doors close, leaving only you and him, there’s no getting him off you. That’s when his elegant and refined composure crumbles as he becomes clingy and over affectionate, peppering kisses all over your face, leaning incredibly close so your bodies are practically against each other, and if you give him a smooch back or compliment/praise him? Good luck getting him off you for the next few hours.

➸ Blood. How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

➳ Not at all really, he has his own way of handling troublesome matters. But of course, never handling them within his darling’s sight. In fact, he will never get his hands dirty, because it simply isn’t necessary when he has other methods. But that isn’t to say he wouldn’t get messy if he absolutely had to. It’s just that his other ways are so much more effective.

➳ That director that made a snide remark about you? Vil is threatening the company in charge of the film to fire that insolent old man or else he will refuse to play any part in the film. That director quickly loses his credibility and this major job, since the company can’t risk losing the Vil Schoenheit. A jealous woman working in the makeup department keeps glaring at you and not-so-subtly trying to make a move on him? He’s demanding a new makeup artist, all the while making such venomous insults towards the woman so she was on the verge of tears. One of the security guards he hired for your safety is getting too close to comfort, hm? Where did he go, you ask? Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. He will not be bothering you ever again.

➸ Cruelty. How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

➳ I’d like to think that Vil wouldn’t really kidnap his darling. It’s more like he’s holding them against their will. Or is it against their will? When you stay at his family’s home, he keeps convincing you to stay for longer each time you even think of leaving. Oh no, he won’t mock you at all. In fact, if you even attempt to leave, he’s very upset. Paired with the reasons and excuses he gives each time you make an attempt, not to mention how loving he is and how much he spoils you, it’s hard to actual step through the doors.

➳ You want to go visit your silly friends in the Queendom of Roses? He’ll just invite them here so you won’t have to go. You’re thinking of returning to the Ramshackle dorm? Perish the thought. That old crow will run you ragged in exchange for you to stay in that old dorm. Just stay here, is that so much to ask for?

➸ Darling. Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

➳ That depends. Does changing your mind beforehand count? Vil is nothing but gentle and patient with you. He’ll ease you into things you might’ve not liked before (here) such as heels or makeup or other things. He’ll ease you more into healthy meals, exercising with him, etcetera. So it’s actually very difficult to find something he would do against your will, since he manages to ease you or convince you in nearly all things. However, if there’s something you’re adamantly against, then he won’t force you. After all, your happiness is extremely important to him.

➸ Exposed. How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

➳ Almost his entire heart is bared to you. Everyday when you’re alone with him, you see a side of Vil Schoenheit that the world has never seen before. Only you see this vulnerable side of him. Everyone sees Vil as someone that’s nearly the embodiment of perfection. He’s elegant, he’s intelligent, he’s beautiful. Yet he seems too perfect to even approach with his cold exterior, his regal mannerisms, and his strict code. He radiates confidence, he’s like the rarest diamond. But only you see him at his lows and his highs. When he’s crying and has mascara running down his face, when he’s initiating intimate moments with you, when he’s so happy that he’s squealing! Only you see these parts of him. But keep in mind, in the beginning I said he bares almost his entire heart to you. There’s a small part of himself that he tucks away, afraid that you will never consider him truly perfect enough for you.

➸ Fight. How would they feel if their darling fought back?

➳ Absolutely heartbroken. I imagine that you finally realize what he’s doing, you finally see that he’s being manipulative in some ways, you notice that he’s hurting others just to keep you happy and comfortable, and that is genuinely unhealthy in many aspects. When you not only begin to avoid his affections but also confront him, he feels his heart stop. This was it. The moment he always feared. You thought he was inadequate. He had not yet achieved perfection. He wasn’t good enough for you, he never was–– Did you think he was ugly? Do you find his actions disgusting? Why are you looking at him like that?! All his confidence shatters as he feels empty. If you didn’t want him, if he wasn’t good enough for you, then what now? He can’t be without you, he refuses to––! Ah... then he’ll just have to work harder so you won’t reject him again. He’ll polish himself to a brilliant shine, he’ll improve himself, all for you.

➸ Game. Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

➳ It isn’t a game to him. These are important matters to him! He doesn’t enjoy seeing you try to leave at all! Each time you mention leaving, he immediately begins to worry as he gives you a reason to stay. Each time you even consider leaving, he’s immediately questioning where we went wrong. Was it something he said? Something he did? He carefully reflects on everything he did the last few days that could’ve potentially prompted you to consider leaving, and he immediately corrects himself. All your attempts to leave are blocked by him as he gives you reasons and excuses as to why you should stay.

➸ Hell. What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

➳ Maybe you might find his clinginess and affection annoying and suffocating at some point. But perhaps the worst experience is not even something that happened directly to you. If you linger or hide, you might be able to eavesdrop on Vil as he snaps–– with a matter related to you. Most likely more jealous fans, or rude employers or assistants, something happened and they insulted you.

➳ You hid in a closet of a room where the only other person in the vicinity was Vil. You didn’t mean to hide, you just happened to be in the closet when he came in and slammed the door harshly behind him. He was pacing, struggling to keep his breath even as he dials a number on his phone. You don’t know who exactly he’s talking to on the phone, but it has to be a higher up. It’s scary because you’ve never seen this side of Vil so extreme. He was angry, practically yelling at the person on the other end of the line. He was seething the most vile insults about the one who offended you, he wanted them ruined, and he would not stop until they regret what they did to you. It could even be an offhand remark that didn’t mean much but that made you uncomfortable, it doesn’t matter. They still offended you. It was frightening to see the sweet and loving Vil you knew was actually doing things like this behind your back, and it was unnerving to see how enraged he got because of a simple offense.

➸ Ideals. What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

➳ At least once he would love to act in a movie with you. A romantic lovely movie. He doesn’t care about the ratings, or the other cast, all he cares about is making this film with you. Dancing in the rain, creating those cheesy romantic scenes, sharing a kiss or two, things like that. Perhaps later on he would like to be a father, but at the same time he also wouldn’t mind if it were only him and you. All he wants is for you to spare him attention and affection. Is he not number one on your list?

➳ Oh, but if you became a director, or makeup artist, or anything along those lines, he’ll request you work with him at every job. Wherever he goes, he wants to go with you beside him. Being a top power couple in Twisted Wonderland’s version of Hollywood doesn’t sound so bad, does it~?

➸ Jealousy. Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

➳ Yes, Vil gets very jealous but he manages to keep it under wraps all the time. At least until you’re alone, then his need for affection is much worse. However, your affection is how he reassures himself that you chose him. It’s how he copes. The worst you’ve seen him is when the actor and model Neige happened to be at the same photoshoot one day. As Neige kindly introduced himself to you, eager to meet his dear friend Vil’s significant other, you noticed the said blonde behind the young man. His eye twitched in annoyance, his sharp painted nails dug into the cloth of his sides as he resisted the temptation to practically strangle the angelic young man, but he doesn’t lash out. Surprisingly. Although later on when alone with you, Vil does need a lot more reassurance that you still prefer him over Neige.

➸ Kisses. How do they act around or with their darling?

➳ Sweet and loving. Most of the time he’d appear so normal, that it would be very difficult to ever imagine that his sanity practically depended on your approval/opinion of him. We’ve already talked about how he’s like in private, but let’s talk about in public now. In the public eye, he does keep up appearance. Remaining composed, regal, etcetera, just like normal. Except it’s normal to see him standing very close to you, right beside you, with an arm around your waist or your arm interlocked with his. And his smiles are a lot more common. As long as you’re around and you’re treated well, he’ll be in a good mood. Which is why his manager begs you to come with him every time he’s taking a job. You don’t know how much trouble you save her from.

➸ Love letters. How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

➳ As mentioned once before, Vil actually greatly wishes that he was the one confessed to. Not the other way around. Putting more effort into his makeup, spraying on perfume you liked, wearing additional accessories he knows are to your liking. He makes little changes in his appearance just to appeal to you more. Now at first he isn’t overly kind, he wouldn’t wish to creep you out. But he isn’t as cold as he normally can be. Meeting him is always a delight. This good impression is how he lures you closer. I’ve sort of gone over already how it might go if he were forced to do the confessing (and eventually get rejected) here. However, for the sake of more content, let’s consider the situation if you were to actually confess to him (because you didn’t know he was so obsessed with you). Yes, he gracefully accepts your confession with a sweet smile and warm blush on his cheeks. Then, he gifts you a gentle kiss on your forehead. But in private when he’s finally alone after the confession? Oh boy. He’s so overjoyed that he’s squealing/shrieking(?) and throwing himself backwards onto his bed as he clutches the flowers you gave him to his heart.

➸ Mask. Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

➳ Yes. There are some things that he does or says that he isn’t completely content with. And additionally, let’s remember that he does become quite easy to anger whenever his sweet darling isn’t there to put him in a good mood. Why do you think his manager always pleads with you to come? Not to mention, the way he treats those that disrespect you, especially when you’re not looking, is downright vile. Vil does not want you to see this ugly side of him, so he does hide it.

➸ Naughty. How would they punish their darling?

➳ Him? Punish you? No, never! Vil wouldn’t dare!

➸ Oppression. How many rights would they take away from their darling?

➳ None really. As stated before, Vil greatly prioritizes your happiness. Taking away your rights and freedoms would only lead to disaster, he knows that. Besides, he wishes for you to come to love him more and more by your own devices. Not by punishments that include stripping you of your rights. The most he’ll do, again as mentioned before, is restrict your freedom by persuasion just because he wants you to live in the same space as him. But then again, he isn’t forcing it upon you.

➸ Patience. How patient are they with their darling?

➳ If you’re already dating him, he’s very patient and gentle with you. However, for more of content’s sake, let’s just say you aren’t dating yet and no one has confessed yet. As the days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, he becomes more and more impatient. Why haven’t you confessed yet? Are you hesitating for some reason? Is something wrong? Can’t you see he even wore his best lipstick today because he thought you were finally confessing?! As more and more time goes by, he seriously contemplates being the one to confess to you. Or perhaps... did you not like him in that manner at all? Despite his efforts to appeal to you more, was he not what you were looking for? The longer he goes without receiving a confession from you, the more anxious and insecure he becomes.

➸ Quit. If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

➳ It’s very unlikely you would die or escape in this situation, the most likely option seems to just leave. If you do leave, and by leave I mean not only move out of his house but also break-up with him, he’s having a complete meltdown. Yet despite all the tears and sobs, he doesn’t dare contact you yet. Your sudden choice to sever your relationship has made one thing clear: he was lacking. In Vil’s mind, the break-up was because he was lacking. The only solution seems to continue to improve himself. There is always room for improvement to get closer and closer to perfection. Although it’s much harder for him to focus on self-improvement when you’re stuck in his mind in every waking and sleeping hour. While your leave has left him in shambles, he still is determined to be better. So that soon, he can proudly approach you, he can reach out and plead ask for another chance.

➸ Regret. Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

➳ Of course not! After all, he didn’t abduct you. You came here by your own will, and you stayed with a bit of persuasion on his end. There’s no need to go. He takes such good care of you too. If you’re so set on contributing, you can work for him and earn your own keep.

➸ Stigma. What brought about this side of them?

➳ Honestly, it really depends on the au. So I cannot give a definite answer to this question.

➸ Tears. How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

➳ It breaks his heart to see his dearest in this state. Yes, he knows he was not the cause, but still, he cannot help but feel as if he did something wrong. Immediately he’s dropping everything. Everything is canceled! His schedule is cleared and he’s tossing aside the items in his hands as he takes the spot beside you, comforting you and speaking to you softly, as if afraid of scaring you. Once you’ve calmed down to a degree and with your permission, he’ll hold you close in his arms. His hand is slowly moving along your head, patting it gently as he quietly hums to you. He’ll ask if you want to speak about it (heavens have mercy if some poor soul caused you to be like this). If you tell him, he’ll listen attentively without interrupting you before promising to deal with the matter personally. If you don’t want to talk about, he’ll wait and simply continue to be a comforting presence as he dabs away your tears.

➸ Unique. Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

➳ Well, Vil is a lot softer of a yandere (the note literally has “soft yan Vil” so what did you expect?). While most yanderes would be willing to harm their darling to a degree or force them to do something against their will, Vil would never. This might be why he would be much more successful than most yanderes in securing a “happy ending” that can resemble a normal relationship with his dearest.

➸ Vice. What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

➳ There isn’t really any need for “escape.” However, in general, you can exploit two things. First off is your happiness. As we’ve established, Vil prioritizes your happiness. If you’re truly miserable about something and there’s no easing you into it, then that’s exploitable. He will always prioritize your joy above his own. Always. Secondly, another thing you can exploit is your opinion on him. If you simply voice your disapproval of something he does or says, that’s an easy weakness of his to exploit. After all, if you say something is wrong about him, then it must be true and all that’s left is to fix it.

➸ Wit’s end. Would they ever hurt their darling?

➳ No! Although he may grow frustrated or angry, he will never direct those negative feelings towards you. Instead, he will deflect them towards himself or others. You will never be on the opposing end of his wrath.

➸ Xoanon. How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

➳ Oh, a lot. Your opinion of him is absolute, it is as you say. The real question is, what wouldn’t he do to win you over? He’s willing to slowly change his habits and place on a bit of an act just for your affections. Although he would greatly prefer if you loved him as he was, but that doesn’t mean he won’t change himself for you. Beauty comes in many forms. If you view beauty a certain way by looks, or mannerisms, or speech, then he wants to emulate that form of beauty.

➸ Yearn. How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

➳ Again, he doesn’t snap. Maybe by snap here it means his patience dwindles to zero and he finally has enough of waiting so he just confesses his love to you. The most he’ll wait is about three to four months, that’s how long he’s attempted to make you fall for him.

➸ Zenith. Would they ever break their darling?

➳ Can one be mentally broken by this beautiful blonde man who only wishes to spoil you and smother you in affection? This is the same man who places your happiness first. Is it really possible when he’s fretting over you constantly and always worried for your physical health, emotional health, and mental health?

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chuuwtoy · 5 months

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i remember discussing with my friend if rebecca was really the blushing virgin that everyone in the fandom makes her out to be. at the time i just shrugged it off and said yes, because i didn't know much about her character (not that there is much anyway.) but after thinking about it, my opinion's changed a bit. so here's my random opinions about rebecca.

incoming airstrike: incoherent rambling.

initially i felt like rebecca was only really put into the first game to be jill's opposite, and also i guess to make it even and put a girl on the other team.

i haven't played RE 0 (and with the complaints i probably won't..) but she isn't exactly squealing and blushing whenever billy looks her way - if anything, billy is more of a flirt. maybe him giving her all these cute nicknames is just in his nature? or perhaps he just really likes her. who knows!

you could argue that everyone on her team died and she's going through this hellish nightmare on her first mission - so why on earth would she have goo-goo eyes over some inmate who supposedly slaughtered 23 people?! haha, i love analyzing these guys.

rebecca isn't afraid to put anyone in their place, she demands respect, "but that's officer chambers to you", "and dont call me little girl!" one thing i love about these lines is how it's delivered, she isn't stomping her feet and throwing a tantrum. she keeps her soft tone and says it sharply! i wish people saw her as spunkier and dominant, rather than an innocent, helpless baby.

suprisingly, she doesn't fall for chris either. i mean can you blame me for expecting her to? he's protecting her throughout the game and vice versa. she's tired and scared but atleast she has chris to lean onto. that's the perfect set up for a predictable (one-sided) romance. the same arguement could be made - she's tired, and got thrusted into another nightmare, she doesn't have time to be flustered over chris..

something that's a little odd but rebecca has respect for chris in the sense that she refers to him as "sir", when she doesn't even do that for enrico. though, im sure its because she's familiar with enrico, but not chris.

she's oddly professional for her age, but no one in the fandom gives her credit for it— and yes i know it's probably because she's a child prodigy, so perhaps she had to grow up quicker? i assume she was around adults much older than herself. ( ≧ᗜ≦) !!!

i know it's common for people to call her a tomboy because "girl + short hair = tomboy" (sarcasm). though, if i'm being honest, i never saw her as one. rebecca (and jill) are just girls, they can't really be placed into boxes - they're not clichés. you see the duality with rebecca loving basketball but also being a chemist? i LOVE that so much. she's in this male-dominated field with an age that still end in -teen.

rebecca is described as "androgynous" in her uniform and while i agree to some extent i don't really like that word too much, because it implies that jill's uniform isnt androgynous when i think that it is.. so what because jill's chest is prominent she can't be androgynous too? hmph, it always left a bitter taste in my mouth.

also i really love that she's wearing makeup in 0, it's her first mission and she's all dolled up 笑笑笑笑笑 but they stopped using ayumi's model and i guess wanted to rework her face.

this isn't meant to disprove or bash that very popular ship "rebilly" by the way! do i ship it? not quite, sorry but i dont ship anything besides myself and a certain bioterrorist えへへへへへへへへ

the novel, caliban cove, portrays her as your typical teenage girl. she gets embarrassed a lot, blushes at the slightest contact, etc etc. it's not canon though, so i didnt bother to mention it.

i haven't discussed this either but i'd like to see discussions about her sexuality, nothing is confirmed but options are always open (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

#resident evil #rebecca chambers #jill valentine #billy coen #chris redfield

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skullamity · 9 months

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I am not generally bothered by being accidentally misgendered because it generally does not happen to me. I have been misgendered by a stranger a total number of ZERO times in the past near decade, and it is very easy to see why that is--T turned me into a slightly more Zangeif-lookin version of my paternal grandfather. I have a full beard, an undercut and more chest and back hair than my actual dad. Strangers do not look at me and say "what can I do for you, ma'am?"

But it has been 9 years since I came out to my parents, NINE! ENTIRE! YEARS! and my mother STILL managed to misgender me like 6 fucking times in the span of a two minute conversation between her, myself and my dad when I met them at their car for my kid's birthday on Sunday and it is starting to make me legitimately angry.

Every other family member I have, every single one including my dad, my grandmother, all of my aunts and uncles, my siblings, my in-laws, my nieces and nephews--none of them fuck it up, ever. And if they do they have the courtesy to not do it to my face.

But mom? Tell me you haven't made the slightest effort to think of me in your head with the correct pronounces even once for the past nine years without actually telling me. I bet it'll sound a lot like, said to my dad: "oh, these are for (starts saying my dead name, barely catches herself)--I mean, for August. She asked me for tomatoes last year but Nellie ate most of them while they were still green right off the plant, so I told her that she--oh uh that he--could have some of the tomatoes from our garden for her and (my kid) and I was just about to check if her car door was unlocked so I could just put them in there for her. Him. Oopsie. Haha." Like props to my dad for also side-eyeing her because it was astonishing how many times she managed to fuck it up in only a few short sentences. Kinda wish he'd actually said something though.

I have generally been pretty lax about these fuckups over the years, for a few reasons. The biggest one was that in the beginning, it actually seemed like she was trying. I remember confronting her about it a couple of times early on and her explanation was that she had 29 years of calling me something else working against her, since she has obviously been there since the day I was born. When these older confrontations happened, she also wasn't the only family member having trouble with it, so it felt less like a deliberate, targeted refusal to get with the program and more like something I needed to be patient with because it was an adjustment that I was asking a lot of people to make for what probably felt like completely out of nowhere.

But all those other people? It took them a couple of months at most to stop fucking up (it took my dad longer because he was upset enough to stop talking to me for a few months up until he outed me to my youngest sisters and they gently tore him a new one, and then he didn't talk to me for another few months after that because he was embarrassed by how he reacted). Even the ones I don't see as often have never misgendered me to my face, even when I was early on T and only passed sometimes.

I see my mom nearly every week, because she does Saturday grandma-granddaughter hikes and bike rides and whatever with my kid. She doesn't fuck up every time we talk because if it's just her talking to me, she has zero reason to be referring to me in the third person. But if there is a third person? We're having a big family dinner? BBQ for one of the grandkids summer birthdays? It's just fucking constant and relentless, and she no longer sounds sincere IF she bothers to say sorry or oops when she course corrects, IF she course corrects at all.

My mom was the first extended family member I came out to, and her reaction wasn't the best. It actually kind of sucked, because even though I wrote her a literal essay that preemptively addressed every concern or assumption that she then went on to make in her response to me--you will get a divorce! (I didn't), you're putting a lot on your kid she will never adjust (my kid knew before she did and started calling me dad IMMEDIATELY and I have actually seen her admonish my mom for fucking up my pronouns or accidentally referring to me as my kid's mother), this is an unacceptable burden to put on your husband (mom I literally told you in my initial email that we were fine, because one of the things that got us interested in each other early on was the shared experience of being bisexual, a thing neither of us has ever felt the need to divulge to you because it was both personal and none of your business!). Her and my dad also outed me to my 4 siblings, who I was waiting on talking to because I thought their reactions would actually be worse, when they were, in fact, great about it. I have, on occasion, regretted not talking to them first.

I think that if I ever have the energy to re-litigate this shit with my mom, my first step is going to be taking the 4 of my siblings aside and being like, hey, it's been nine years and you've all been great. Mom has not, and if you catch her misgendering me and deadnaming me when I am not around to hear it, can you give her shit on my behalf? She needs to know she's embarrassing herself and me telling her that has made no difference. It needs to be all of us, or she will literally never stop.

I am nearly 40, I do not have the time to address this with her yet again, but I also do not have the patience to continue to be the bigger person every time I pointedly don't get up in her face about it. This sucks from basically all angles!

#personal post #might delete later #misgendering #transphobia #transandrophobia

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purlturtle · 2 years

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Reboot Warehouse 13? Yes, but.

So I've been thinking about this for a while now, ever since Eddie got himself onto the Reboot train. And while I like the idea in general terms, so far the only actors connected to the idea are himself, Saul Rubinek, and Alison Scagliotti. And that bothers me, and I was thinking about why it bothers me, and then I realized:

For me to love a show - as in, actively love, be invested in, write fan fic for, blorbo, etc etc. - I need a character I can relate to. If a show doesn't have that, I'll still enjoy it, and watch and rewatch it (Leverage fills this tier, for example), but it's just that: a different tier.

And I watched Warehouse 13 for Myka Ophelia Bering. That was 80%, easily, of why I tuned in.

I'll put the rest under a readmore - if this clicks with you, by all means go on reading; if not, I don't want this to clog up your dash.

Myka Bering was that character for me in W13, just as Deanna Troi was in TNG, and Captain Janeway in Voyager. These characters fit in one or both of two categories: I see myself in them (Myka, Deanna), and/or I want to be their girlfriend (Janeway, HG Wells). I need that very personal connection to really dig my teeth into a show - and without that character, I lose most of my interest in that show. A reboot without Myka just wouldn't pique my interest - with one exception: if said reboot gave me a similar character, similarly centered, that I could latch onto instead.

And no, Claudia doesn't fit that bill. Claudia is the quirky prodigy, happy-go-lucky, lots of pop culture references which I have no hope of understanding, but most of all she's young. And even if, obviously, she won't be that young in a reboot, that is still the drawer she inhabits in my mind: Claudia is my little sister, and thus not a character I see myself in or want to woo. And no matter how they develop her character, she won't become that for me, because before all that, she will remain my little sister.

Myka was my peer in age, feeling of responsibility, the way she cared and was protective of everything, the way she didn't need saving even though she did need a hug or five. I could watch, in her, a character that I related to on sometimes a bone-deep level, have adventures, solve puzzles, save the day, fall in love with another character I totally fell in love with too.

If I don't get that in a reboot, I am not interested. (well, maybe 20% interested, but it will, at best, land in the Leverage tier, not in the "I will go feral over this show" tier that Warehouse is in now.)

Again: it doesn't *have* to be Myka (much though I would adore it, I don't want Jo to have to endure again what she has hinted at, and outright said, if she doesn't want to or doesn't think it would be worth it. And enough time has passed, I think, that even though she isn't on social media, the people responsible for the reboot could have gotten in contact with her and gotten her reply, and if that reply had been a yes, you know we would know. So I don't have much hope for it, tbh.) - it can be a different female character, but she would have to tick all those boxes that Myka ticked. And that includes, ABSOLUTELY INCLUDES, her being queer, or at the very least queer-coded.

I don't know if I can trust the people currently involved to give me that. And honestly I won't hold my breath.

And that is why I haven't gone feral over the idea of a reboot. If I had even the slightest whiff of Jo being involved in this, in a way that's doable, no: enjoyable for her (as in, more than just her forcing herself to in order to pay her bills), I would be all over it, I wouldn't shut up night or day. But as is? Eh.

Myka Bering, love of my life.

#Warehouse 13 #Myka Bering #my beloved #reboot warehouse 13 #rebootwarehouse13

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dualiti-real · 7 months

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OC-tober Day 5: Relationships

I was going to do a chart but I have too many characters and I haven't introduced them all yet so instead I'll take this as an opportunity to introduce two OCs at once, my two absolutely terrible guys, Laurel and his husband Faust!

(warning for brief mentions of mind control in the context of Laurels powers, lemme know if there's anything else in here anyone would want a warning about that I missed)

Laurel is the closest thing Dualiti really has to a villain, as mentioned in his neocities blurb. but due to Dualiti's very static state of being, he's mostly been bothering the same places and people for the last 1000 years, the only thing changing being who's being sent to fight him. either way, he is extremely content with the status quo he's in, where he has a lot of control in his little bubble and can do basically whatever he feels like. He and Vex have a very complicated rivalry, but that's a whole different quadrant- *I AM IMMEDIATELY DRAGGED OFFSTAGE BY SECURITY*

His husband is Faust, a mad scientist who is the absolute worst. just about everyone who meets him is immediately repulsed by his personality, which is "I am smarter than everyone else and anyone who claims otherwise is stupid and wrong, even when I am actively failing at something". somehow, though, Laurel is absolutely charmed by his cringefail demeanor. it also helps that Faust is equally head over heels for him. they are both completely terrible but I guess somehow they cancel eachother out, so that's nice? I'm glad they managed to find eachother.

Laurel Fun Facts:

Though Laurel looks like just a really tall elf, (he is 7'6". elves in the universe of Dualiti do not get that tall ever.) he's actually a sentient magical organism that is puppeting a corpse to function as his main body. that organism is the slime, which manifests on his body as the hair coming from his head.

when Laurel (the magic organism) consumes matter, it produces more slime, which can be used as structures, weapons, and as means of controlling others.

He can make hunters by basically infecting people with himself, (someone ingests the slime, it gets into an injury, ect.) and puppeting them from the inside. once he's infected someone, they're basically already on his network, and he can step into the controls any time. (you know, like vris- *I am once again dragged offstage*) he doesn't use it a lot unless he has to, though. he likes the challenge of convincing people to work for him.

(also just to get it out there because I mentioned Laurels powers and I want to make it clear that, no, Faust isn't being mind controlled or anything. he just encountered someone who actually genuinely liked him and went full Gomez Addams about it)

He is very much inspired by my love of classic disney villains. always love a character who is awful and is having so much fun with it. Shoutout to my girl Maleficent she inspired SO much about Laurel without me even realizing it.

as mentioned, he and vex have sort of a weird rival thing going on. do they hate eachother? are they best friends? something else? fucking. I don't know man.

(shout out to Hark a Vagrant by Kate Beaton for the reference)

you can tell thats old art because laurel doesn't have his cape yet. anyway, now we're moving on to

Faust Fun Facts:

Faust is very much inspired by characters like Doctor Robotnik, or Berdly of Deltarune. basically characters that are very confident in being super smart even when they probably aren't actually.

this isn't to say he's bad at what he does, he's really good at making robots and doomsday devices and the like- he's just bad at realizing that maybe he shouldn't keep putting in the function for them to explode randomly or at the slightest interference. high intelligence, fucking AWFUL wisdom.

He and Laurel met when Faust accidentally crashed his egg-mobile type thing into Laurels mansion and DIRECTLY onto the table Laurel was having tea at.

it's honestly a miracle Laurel thought he was funny and didn't end up killing him.

Faust does smoke, even though as a hunter/undead he doesn't really like, get any of what you would get from a cigarette. old habits die hard. (maybe he just likes the taste.)

as mentioned he is absolutely hopeless over Laurel. Laurel could literally do anything and Faust would think it was great. thankfully Laurel likes him just as much right back, which means that Faust can fuck up his evil schemes as much as possible and Laurel will not even care. he loves his silly little idiot so much.

#oc: laurel #art #oc: faust #bweirdoctober #oc-tober #hope you liked my terrible gay men #technically the art here is actually a redraw of an older piece

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faszaakisshobbi · 1 year

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thinking waaayyy too much about this but П will refer to me as a "kid" or something similar and then correct herself to say "young adult" when technically??? no!? and I know for a fact she knows how old I am. and generally when people say young adult you might think 18-25ish, key term young adult.

I am mature in how I conduct myself, yes. I am close (ish) to being a adult, I am advanced as a musician, but she knows how old I am and there isn't a real reason for her to correct herself. it doesn't bother me and I haven't expressed to her or anyone even in the slightest that it bothers me.

why would she correct herself on multiple occasions for this? and she makes sure that she's correcting herself with my knowledge. is it because she just sees me as more mature than my age and wants me to know that she seems my maturity and advancements as a musician? is it because that is quite literally how she sees me, as practically(literally???) an adult or close to it. my main question is why? what does this mean?

she needs to stop sending fucking mixed signals because I know she really likes me but is it in a "I see you so much as a daughter" way or a very different and possibly questionable way I literally can't tell because she doesn't communicate clearly and I am biased in this situation its so frustrating.

anyways guys im just overthinking this and its probably nothing and im pretty sure she deff sees me as a kid (her own kid 👀 ???) jkjk I just obsess over things people say some times.

#hi guys im just overthinking here but also if you have any input from the stuff ive said that would be nice I think im so confused??#idk #im just ranting

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trauerblume · 8 months

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trauerblume ; independent and selective frieren from frieren: beyond journey's end, established october 2, 2023. written by sylvie.

multimuse: @boundlessazure

rules:

21+ || she/her || cst

i. as the manga is ongoing, my portrayal of frieren will remain flexible. i'll always attempt to remain canon compliant with her characterization, but i might forget certain details unintentionally or slip in some headcanon as i deem necessary, so bear that in mind.

ii. due to personal circumstances, i will always be low activity. i will try to get back to any personal messages quickly, but i am extraordinarily skittish and like to drop off the face of the planet for weeks at a time. please be patient with me! i would love to interact with all kinds of people and muses. on a similar note, i do not require a specific post length, so please don't expect one from me either. i couldn't care any less about formatting and will likely just stick to small text and sparse bolding/italicization.

iii. if you'd like to dm me to plot, feel free to message me here or request my discord! it doesn't bother me in the slightest. i don't mind following or being followed by duplicates either. that said, please only follow and interact with me if you're 21 or older.

iv. i am comfortable with reading about a fair amount of topics, but frieren is an extraordinarily tame character from an extraordinarily tame series, and so i do not expect to be writing much outside of most people's comfort zones. however, this blog will contain discussion of such themes as the passage of time, loss, and grief. i will try to cw anything particularly intense, but these come with the character and series!

v. i do not know or care to learn about any particular petty rpc drama. do not involve me in it. if you have issues with someone else's personality or get into a spat with them, i'd like to think you can handle it privately; personally, i do not forgive any public vaguing about me and will block you immediately if i see it. however, i will reblog callouts about predators in the rpc if they come up.

vi. multis, please specify who you'd like frieren to interact with if you send me asks or like any starters. i'm willing to give any character a shot!

vii. at the moment i don't plan on involving frieren with anyone romantically in roleplay, as her cluelessness to the feelings of herself and those around her is integral to her character. i do believe that she has latent romantic feelings for her departed friend himmel, though, and might make reference to that. if i ever change my mind on this matter, it will likely be with long-time trusted friends after a good deal of discussion.

thank you for reading! have fun and be kind to one another!

#❁ pinned.#❁ dni.

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ninewheels · 9 months

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Oppenheimer thoughts

It's weird that I was posting so much before it came out and then didn't post my thoughts after actually watching the dang thing, but whatever.

Just saw it for the second time, and my opinions haven't changed much. I actually absorbed a lot more on my first viewing that most people would have because I had just finished reading American Prometheus, so I was primed to pick up on every detail. And I was impressed and just how much biographical detail Nolan managed to pack into the dialogue, but I wonder if it isn't simply too much information to give to an audience who haven't done the reading as it were. I mean, I haven't seen a lot of complaints about that in particular, so maybe not, though I have seen people taking issue with the pacing, which is definitely a related issue and which I can also acknowledge without being personally bothered by. There's a lot of story to tell in Oppenheimer's life, and it took Bird and Sherwin 600+ pages to tell the most comprehensive version of it possible, so obviously not all of the things are going to be given time. On that subject, Jean Tatlock is underserved by the film, and as someone fascinated by her (and also as a fan of Florence Pugh for that matter) I am disappointed, but I can't fault the film too much for that, because like I said, there's a lot to tell and she's a relatively small piece of the puzzle. I do appreciate the reference to the possibility that she was assassinated, but in context the meaning of that reference is so oblique that it feels like another thing intended for the already-knowledgable like me. Again, though, I'm the guy who gets it, so.

Despite the flattening of some dynamics and relationships, I feel like the film generally prioritized the most important elements. I heard someone describe it as a deconstruction of Great Man History, and I'm not sure (yet, maybe I'll change my mind) if I'd go so far as "deconstruction," but it's definitely built around the conceit that even the Great Men of History are not masters of their own destiny. It doesn't matter what Oppenheimer wanted, how he would have chosen for things to play out if he had control over everything, because of course, he didn't have control--not over his terrible creation, and not over the story of his life either. It's a film about unintended consequences, fittingly symbolized in the metaphor of the initially theorized world-ending chain reaction.

I almost forgot to note it because it feels obvious, but also, the film looks and sounds fantastic and the acting is great across the board. I feel like that's been shouted from the rooftops loudly enough that I only need to say "seconded" to communicate the point. I will also say though that with all the big names in small roles, (Affleck, Malek, Branagh, Oldman, even Pugh to a lesser extent) I am delighted by the fact that some of the character actors here got some real play. David Krumholtz as Isidor Rabi absolutely delights me in every scene, and Tom Conti does a lot to make that ending as strong as it is.

Also, one final note: the film references the fact that the Japanese were already defeated when the US dropped the atomic bombs on them (I would have had a serious problem with the film if it didn't, especially given that the book doesn't pussyfoot around the issue in the slightest) but I don't feel like it emphasized the point enough, so here's me doing it. The government knew for an absolute certainty that Japan was about to surrender. It's fact. It's known. The idea that the bombing reduced the total casualties compared to invasion is, in addition to still not being justification for the greatest single war crimes in history, is also simply a falsehood.

#Oppenheimer

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hit-grrrl-a · 3 years

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when someone refers to mindy as they/them it makes them go !!!!!!!

#they usually just allow she/her and other gendered language #it's.. easier.. they don't like having to explain themselves #even the name 'hit-girl' is gendered and it's just easier to not explain yourself and not bother #they're.. comfortable with she/her. they are. but something about being referred to as they/them makes them SO HAPPY #i can't quite explain it ig it's similar to my own gender expression #like i'm comfortable with gendered language and it doesn't bother me in the slightest but #something about being referred to as they/them just butters my biscuits #i still go by both! and so does mindy! but it's like. an extra treat i suppose #idk where i'm going with this and if you've read this far i love u #headcanons .

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About that yandere Eula..... Hear me out, Eula's darling as Diluc's neglected wife from an arranged marriage. Poor darling honestly, you're husband doesn't even take care of you and now you're in the Eula's sights. How will this end, I wonder....

okay now hold on just a moment. anon i think you’re onto something here. this is about to get not sfw because there’s what my mind immediately went... don’t mind me. anyways i can’t believe we’re going to continue cucking diluc, but y’know, sometimes that’s just what has to happen. sorry diluc.

diluc’s goal is to make the world a better place for you both. so that your kids will not have to go through what he did, and that you will always be safe; the problem being that he never communicates this to you. you’re simply under the impression that he’s indifferent towards you. he disappears every night without explanation, hesitates when you try to touch him, and still refers to you with your title.

you feared that you were destined for a loveless marriage.

diluc feels undeserving of your affection — how can he accept it in good faith when there is so much work to be done? this drives a wedge between you that eula seizes. she listen to you vent about your problems, and rather than offering reasonable advice on bettering your communication, begins to erode your trust in him. it starts small, at first. offhandedly mentioning that she saw him somewhere when he said he was somewhere else, just to arouse further suspicion.

she preys on your growing doubt.

you couldn’t fathom how driven by carnal desire eula is. she was always so calm, so graceful and well-spoken, what would she ever want with you? as a result, you lower your guard. you let her poisonous words seep into your mind and subconscious. thus begins the little allowances.

(not sfw / dubcon ((manipulation...)) / afab body descriptions under the cut!)

she’ll put a hand on your thigh, acting innocent when you ask what she’s doing. you mistake it as friendliness. eula continues to test the water further, all the while putting more doubts into your mind, expanding your insecurities while making herself the cure.

she could always take care of you, you know? she wouldn’t mind. not in the slightest.

you’ll be stunned to silence when she starts to unbutton your blouse, offering to help manage your stress. you’ve been so, so, stressed lately, haven’t you? she could take the edge off. all you need to do is let her. she’ll take care of everything, just lean back, and enjoy yourself. don’t think about anything else in the world but her lips against your neck, traveling lower and lower...

finally, she’ll get what she had worked so hard for.

you’ll be a wanton mess beneath her. squirming, moaning, all flushed, teary-eyed and pretty. the initial hesitation fades away as desire replaces it. she’ll rub you throw your panties, commenting on how badly you must have wanted this, wanted her to take all your pain away. you could’ve asked sooner, you know? she would do anything for you. she’d do anything to you. just never leave her, never think about anything other than her, and you’ll be rewarded accordingly.

she’ll tell you how easily you’re taking her fingers and ask if you want more. don’t bother backing out at this point —she’ll consider it a personal insult if you do. she’s worked so hard for this reward, after all. utilizing her cryo vision, she’ll form a dildo made of ice, watching in awe how your cunt stretches to accommodate it. the different temperature sensations are too much. you feel hot all over, yet her touch is cooling and relieving.

she won’t stop fucking you until her name is the only word coming from your mouth.

once you’re a trembling, quivering mess, she’ll coo words of patronizing encouragement into your ear and pull back.

then, she spreads her legs, revealing her own arousal.

she asks, “wouldn’t you say it’s rude to not return the favor, darling?”

#eula x reader #eula #yandere #concepts #not sfw #tw: dubcon #answered #Anonymous

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pedrosbrat · 3 years

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Sorrow You Are My Light {Pero Tovar x Max Phillips x F!Reader}

CHAPTER II : Land Of Broken Promises

AU - Vampire Hunters

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Angst, Sad Memories, BLOOD, VAMPIRE FIGHT, Language, alcohol, yearning, violence (fight) , mention of murder, mention of children death, sword, church massacre, some feelings …

Summary: The three of you will go looking for Max’s creator, making unexpected encounters on your way, also discovering that you don’t hate vampires as much as you think...

Little Comment : Hi everyone, it’s my first series, I hope you will like it (if you see any mistakes let me know and I will correct it) & 1 chapter will be published every week, every Saturday⚔️reblog are appreciated ♥ Enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Series Masterlist

You've always known and understood that your life wasn't the way you wanted it to be, that it's a state of being that's pretty pathetic and that your whole life revolves around your grief. But collaborating with a vampire was never in your plans, and when you woke up this morning you really didn't think you'd end up talking to this Max Philips who seems quite comfortable with the both of you. That's when you knew you were really in a bad way… A vampire comfortable with vampire hunters…

Max for his part is not quite as comfortable as you think, but he doesn't show it still keeping that smug and amused look on his face, not showing that anything is getting to him. He tries to ignore the way you look at him with disgust in your eyes and a deep hatred in pero's eyes. He knows everyone hates vampires, but he thinks you seem to hate them in a rather personal way and wonders what has happened to the both of you to get to this point... Having no prospects, no attachments to anyone... A very lonely life, even spending it as a duo...

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"We heard there was a massacre not far from here, Father," Max says with a more than innocent and sweet look on his face.

You turn to Pero and roll your eyes, tired of this little comedy he's been putting on for two days now. But Pero doesn't care, he's more worried about the rest of your little adventures, realising that he doesn't know his enemy as well as he thought he did, not understanding how a vampire can enter a church for example. "What do I know, Pero?" you answer him, more and more worried with each moment you spend with him too.

Not that you fear him... Or maybe a little, realizing with every step you take that, places that are supposed to protect you won't, and that every weapon that is supposed to hurt him has no effect on him... He must have a weakness...

So, two days ago, contrary to what you thought, Max had not taken you back to the forest where the massacre took place near your home and took you west, explaining that after attracting so much attention, members of his species never stay in one place. He explained to you that they have a method of travel that is not as random as you might think: When one superior vampire is spotted in the east, the other will head west, because when attention is suddenly focused on one place it can become too dangerous for all members of their species.

You have also discovered that what Max calls vermin, are vampires who were simply bitten and left for dead, that the ritual was not completed, bringing them back to life as mere vegetables that follow any order... Mere flesh to be slaughtered.

You've learned a lot in the last few days... Wondering if he was making it all up... Why was he telling you all their secrets? And how many of them are like him?

"Apparently there's been another massacre in the nearby town and..." "I always thought you called it a buffet." said Pero cutting Max off, flashing a smirk on his face, obviously very proud of his remark "... For there to be a buffet handsome, someone would have to eat." he replied simply as he got back on his horse starting to gallop, overriding the vampire joke, leaving you to follow closely behind him puzzled "He..." You hesitate to ask him too much, not wanting him to think at any point that you're even remotely close to trusting him "You can ask your question, I don't bite..." he said with a smirk, holding back from making his joke. Pero gave him a cold look, letting him know that he didn't find it funny at all, and Pero simply raised his arms in apology, "I was just wondering if... They don't eat them?" you say, disgusted with the image your mind has just created. "Oh no, not with the buffet he made himself less than two days ago..." he says, referring to the massacre in the forest.

He stopped talking for a moment, and you thought you saw a hint of sadness in his eyes for a brief moment, before he began to smile again, noticing that you were watching him "... No, this is all just a game to him, like a simple hunting party" "And don't you play occasionally MAX?" asked Pero as he turned to him, gradually moving deeper into the village "Not like this... But I can show you the other ways I entertain myself if you wish".

Pero frowned and turned his head. For a moment you thought you saw his cheeks turn red. Maybe I imagined... Like that night when we were both around the fire... That night when you told him that his scar didn't bother you, that it gave him a charm, on top of what he already had... But he wouldn't blush in front of this creature... So you put the thought out of your mind and just answer him as calmly as you can. Imagining for a few seconds the two men doing things that you could not name out loud, feeling a certain heat growing in your sex... God, what's happening to me? Pull yourself together!

"It's going to be dark soon, we'll go and inspect the place tomorrow" you say starting to head towards the nearest stable "No, we're going tonight" says Max as he pulls on your harness. You stop completely before dismounting your horse, "We don't hunt vampires at night. "And that's why you spend more time on it, or maybe it works with the little varmints you usually hunt, but with this one you're going to have to make an effort sweetie."

"Don't call her that," Pero says dryly. Max turns around quite surprised by this request, knowing that he doesn't react the same way, when he calls handsome.

You look at Pero who makes you understand that you have to try. You have no choice. So, when night falls and you have taken the time to tie your horses to a tree not far from the church in question, you follow your new travelling companion very closely, remaining more than ever on your guard, being convinced that you are walking into a trap. Nevertheless, you can't help noticing how broad he is, like Pero, and wonder what it would be like to be between these two men in bed...

You obviously don't notice that Pero has his eyes on the same places as you, thinking the same things as you, for a few seconds: what would it be like to spend a night with you in his arms as he has always wished and a man who doesn't repulse him as much as he thought he would... He wonders how he could have attached himself to Max so quickly, secretly starting to like him... He chases his thoughts away when your words bring him back to reality, avoiding a bulge that would have been more than embarrassing at this moment...

"He will feel us coming no matter what…" you say "Not necessarily... In the same way that you humans can't use all your senses correctly when you drink too much..." he says, leaving you to guess what he was about to say next. You don't know if you can believe what he is just told you, but as for the information about their survival, he hasn't lied to you so far... So why not...

The church that the village priest told you about the massacre is still soaked with blood. You feel your stomach lurch, never getting used to the loss of human life and bodies lying around you, starting to give off a putrid smell from the heat. Pero squeezes your shoulder lightly, knowing your aversion to this kind of sight, but you try not to flinch, gripping your sword tighter in your hands.

"We have to..." you start but Max rushes to put a hand over your mouth faster than you can anticipate. You find yourself pressed against his chest, being able to feel every part of his body against yours, his scent intoxicating your breathing space... He smells good, and his body is hard and pleasurable, you wonder what it would be like in another situation, but quickly push the thought from your mind AGAIN, thinking that you're probably just horny for the slightest contact you've wanted to have with Pero for years, and no men has ever satisfied you correctly...

He says nothing and stops in the direction of the open door near the altar, inhaling in that direction. Pero walks around the few benches still standing in his path, sword in hand, leaning against the wall where the door is, where Max is interested. But you notice that Max shakes his head with every step he takes, signalling him to back off. You wouldn't trust a vampire in any situation, but for this one, for Pero, you don't hesitate for a second.

You start to move towards him before Max can realize it, and try to silently reach Pero, telling yourself that if the vampire in the room next to him is there, maybe Max wasn't lying to you after all... But a woman suddenly appeared from the doorway, her face gorged with blood, black veins surrounding her eyes, turning her gaze directly towards Pero, who barely had time to raise his sword to hit her in the cheek, causing her cheek to smoke slightly from the contact of the silver on her skin, followed by a shrill cry and a black look of anger towards Tovar.

He didn't flinch and just tried to give her another blow with his blade, which this time he hoped would pierce her flesh, but she quickly avoided it, laughing, almost amused that you were trying to fight her. You glance behind you wondering where Max might be and see him struggling with another vampire who must have been watching you from behind. The two men are hitting each other with a strength you've never seen before, you've never seen two vampires fight before today... In a split second a second vampire comes up behind him, and you are about to warn him, feeling a sudden concern for him, but you don't need to, before you can see it, he comes up behind the vampire he's standing with facing the newcomer, rips off the head of his first opponent and grabs the new one by the throat to sink his fangs into it and rip out his throat before cracking his neck and dropping him to the ground. You watch him perform all these moves in a few seconds and find yourself slightly excited by this...

You shake your head slightly and come to your senses despite yourself, suddenly finding yourself thrown against one of the walls. A deep pain runs through your body, but you don't pay attention to it, you are used to this kind of feeling and you stand up to give a precise blow of your blade to your opponent, cutting his leg and then separating his head from the rest of his body.

You then grab one of your powder pouches and throw it in the face of the one who is still attacking Pero despite all the wounds he has inflicted on her to try and distract her for a short while. But it doesn't work, and only brings her attention to you. You then grab your sword and thrust it into her arm, driving it as deep as you can.

She doesn't scream, and smiles at you, preventing you from regaining possession of your sword, and grabs you by the throat, lifting you slightly off the ground with her fangs slowly coming out to rest against her lips, until something sinks into her chest and forces her to let go of you "Vete al infierno, hijo de puta" : Pero's sword. She looks at you for a short moment before her body turns completely grey and lies coldly on the ground before forming a pile of ash.

Pero leans towards you and checks your neck, pushing your hands away roughly, "I'm fine Pero... Pero..." Something grabs him by the throat in turn, but as always Pero reacts quickly, and grabs the dagger at your calf to slice the hand around it and turns to face his enemy, another vampire who he inflicts a dagger blow to the leg, knocking him completely off balance.

A hand suddenly appears at your side, you point your sword in that direction. But it's only Max, his hands completely bloody, blood still dripping from his lips, and strangely it doesn't repel you like it usually does, so you grab his hand without any hesitation. "Are you going to help Pero or watch?" you say, pointing in your friend's direction, "He's doing great, I think! We could just go and talk about the little looks you gave me instead of fighting" he says with a smile, pointing to the church exit. But you don't smile and put a more than serious look on your face, "I'm just kidding, sweetheart... I have to talk with our dear Ted anyway..." he says, dropping his jacket on one of the broken pews of the church.

Ted... Does he know him? Of course, he knows him...

He disappears before you can ask him the question and finds himself with his hands around the throat of this Ted, pushing his head down the stone stairs of the church, with remarkable ease " Where is he? " Says Max pulling out his fangs, " You'll never find him, he'll find you before my dear brother does, to kill you, when he'll be done with Tarja, and you'll join them... with your new friends ". he said, laughing. Max put a foot on his back and grabbed his hair and yanked his head away.

You glance at Pero, who doesn't really pay attention to you, staring at Max, who is also staring at him, waiting for an explanation for these last words, but he doesn't say anything and just goes around him and grabs his jacket to leave the church. "Pero..." "I don't think he's lying to us..." he simply said, cutting you off "... He's not lying to us Pero... You should have seen the rage in his eyes when he was fighting them... You know I hate them as much as you do, but apparently we're going to have to trust this one." you say, running your thumb over his cheek to get the blood off it. A hand gently grabs your wrist, and you turn to see Max looking at you with a neutral gaze "If you want to talk about me... Write. I can hear you from far away" he says licking your thumb as he stares into Pero's eyes, who says nothing and doesn't give him a disgusted look as he would like to do, that would be lying to himself and this strange attraction he has to this individual, so he just pass his gaze to you before turning back to the horses, leaving Max's gaze plunged into your finger sucking hold, making your clit swell in your trousers. And as if he could feel it, he smiles, letting go of your finger to head back to the horses, leaving you standing in front of the church confused at what just happened between the three of you.

On your departure Pero decided to burn this place, even though you insist on the discontent of the villagers, he persuaded you, making you admit that no one wants to see what is in this place, that no one should have to see such a massacre…

When you were about to leave, the church cross fell into the field around it, and you watched it burn, upside down, probably announcing nothing good for you...

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"You could stop looking at everyone like that Pero..." you say sitting in front of your plate in the tavern. "You scare everyone...".

"I don't mind, and I'm not the one who scares them..." he says as he points max up and down with the tip of his fork, making you aware that you are completely covered in blood, probably explaining the extra food the tavern keeper gave you probably scared of you. "And I'm only smiling for you, you know that" he adds silently, letting a simple smile form on your lips, touched by every little attention he expresses, rare as they are, even knowing that you're just a sister to him... It makes you wish he'd say it in another context, one where you wouldn't be just friends.

Your gaze shifts to Max who looks at you tenderly and amused, shaking his head, thinking that you are both blind "Who was that Ted?" you say trying to change the mood at the table. He frowns and doesn't answer, turning his gaze to the people in the tavern who are staring at him. A man completely covered in blood, who hasn't touched a spoonful of his food, accompanied by strangers. With the stories of demons coming to damn the land of your country since you were a child, it doesn't seem suspicious at all.

He then grabs his spoon and takes a portion of soup, without making a single expression. You widen your eyes in surprise at what you've just seen, and Pero frowns in confusion, realising once again that he doesn't know as much about their species as he thought he did, realising that anyone who can blend in could be one of them...“It taste like ashes to me…” say Max quietly, trying to remember what a soup taste like.

"She asked a question," he said, pointing his fork at him. Max smiled at him “It was my brother handsome, and I want you to talk nice to me. I can… feel, that you love to give orders, but I take them only in bed.” Pero didn’t say anything and just frown, faking to not understand what the man was proposing right now and putting some food in his mouth, hiding his desire like he always do with men, usually waiting to be alone. "He was your brother, and you didn't hesitate to kill him, so how can we be sure that you..." you start but Max roll his eyes and cut your sentence "You're not going to doubt me again sweetheart? This is getting lacy and redundant." he says as he puts his spoon down in his bowl"...He wasn't my brother per se... We just had the same maker... Like all vampire in the church tonight..." he says with a smile, but his smile doesn't fool you and lets you see a hint of sadness in his eyes. Something Pero doesn't miss either, something he thought about on your way to the camp, but doesn't say anything about it, interested in his story, nonetheless. "Who are you supposed to join when you die?" he said, breaking the silence around the fire.

He stared at Pero through the flames, and hesitated for a few seconds, but finally spoke, realising that you both trust him a little more every moment, step by step "My wife and daughter..." he said softly, almost inaudible. You and Pero stare at each other, eyebrows furrowed, surprised by this revelation. "I... A vampire child?" says Tovar, pretty sure he's never met one in his life. Max looked at Pero and laughed, "I was human before I was like this, handsome! ... I had a life..." he said sadly, looking into the flames and talking as if he hadn't been able to do so for years. "... I had a farm with my wife in the south of the country, a farm she had always wanted, a farm I had given her with promises of a better life... Our daughter loved the horses we had there... She would wake up and run straight to them every morning, although we told her every morning from the moment she could walk that she had to ask us or tell us... and one evening I asked her to go and check as she always did if all the horses were there..." He paused for a moment trying to smile, probably not wanting to show you that he has feelings, toward the both of you " ... That was the last time I saw her alive. My wife found her completely pale and bleeding in the stable… She let out a scream like I've never heard before. When I arrived, he was on top of her... Already dead with empty eyes, looking at me... and his own face... was so monstrous, soaked in blood, the blood of my beloved... ". he take a little pause, and you let him, putting your hand on his shoulder, before he said something who really broke your heart “I promised her the world to only die on a land of broken promises”

You feel your heart clenching hard in your chest and look at him with compassion, because you can see him as anyone could see him right now that he is not lying to you... Pero hands him a flask not really knowing if he is drinking alcohol or not, but he grabs it, appreciating the gesture and takes a sip before continuing "I grabbed my pitchfork you know... And I tried to struggle against him... But I woke up underground... And he told me later that he liked the fact that I wasn't afraid of him, and preferred to turn me to join him ... I would have preferred to die with them that night... And I was forced to follow him for so many years, I wouldn't have survived a day without it..." he says, passing you the flask.

"You must not be the only one like this” Pero said without an ounce of malice or teasing in his voice as he would normally have seen a member of this species suffer, he was sincerely starting to enjoy the company of this Max Philips, actually sad for him "There's Tarja, who left the clan many years ago before me, and who settled alone near the border in the east... At least that's the last time I saw her there... And if he's after her, she's probably already dead. She wasn't as well trained as us, and much younger..." he says, straightening up slightly and giving you a dry, forced smile.

“If she had lost her family that…” “Oh no it’s more complicated for her beauty… She was a saint in a monastery that he attacked a few years ago… She lost all her children in one night… And he turned her for fun, thinking that a saint with a damned soul would be something fun, I guess…”

Pero frowned his brows and there was silence between you for a few seconds. You put your hand on Pero’s arm and sent him a smile of compassion “… This monastery was in the north? A monastery by a river." asked Pero silently with his eyes closed. "How can you possibly know that you..." “Because your creator did not kill all the children that night...” Pero said, opening his eyes with a dark and sad gaze…

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Just an idea I'm working on.

(Or well. More of a snippet/rough draft. Rather embarrassing too, I haven't written in first person in over a year haha. lucky me, I just finished all the saiki episodes.)

[Kusuo Saiki POV]

My information gathering begins today. There are very few people in this world who can keep me from reading their minds, but this girl... I can't use any of my abilities on her. If the other students at this university weren't able to interact with her, I'd almost say she was a ghost.

But she clearly is alive. And judging by the grades I found under her name in the system, she's smart.

Really smart.

Nearly on par with my brother smart.

Which made me suspect that she'd built a device to keep her mind from being read too, but I discarded that idea. She hadn't met me before up until two days ago, and I didn't make any slip ups in the slightest. Also, her major is Psychological-Biology.

So, of course, I'll be following her around. I'm lucky I managed to get a free day this week, and that I managed to leave the many nuisances behind. If they were tagging along, it would be infinitely harder to follow her around.

Speaking of "her", you have no idea who I'm talking about, do you? Good grief.

Her name is Valorie Harrison, and she's from America. But beyond that, her major, and her grades, I couldn't find anything on her.

She's a complete enigma. I don't like enigmas.

I have her in my sights now, she's walking into the medical sciences building. This should be a piece of cake.

Except now there's a group of people walking in front of me, and I've lost sight of the enigma. Crap.

"Did you lose something, Sir?"

I freeze and turn around to see her standing behind me, arms crossed and a scowl on her face. How did she get behind me so quickly?

"Was it your tongue you lost? I don't have all day, I need to know why you're stalking me- oh."

Oh? What does she mean by that?

"You're a psychic, I see. I must have been blocking you out, thus sparking your curiosity, and since you can't find anything on me, you decided that... Stalking me was the best option?" She frowned. "Are you okay?"

How did you know so much? Who are you?

"Hello?"

Crap, that's right, if I can't hear her thoughts there's a chance she can't hear my telepathy. I'll have to do this the old fashioned way, since she can't possibly know me as well as my brother.

"My name is Saiki Kusuo, and yes, I'm a psychic. I wanted to know why I can't sense you at all. And why none of my abilities work on you."

She looked him up and down. "Well, Like I said, I'm pretty sure I've been blocking you out. I knew for a while now that I'm actually blocking out several people, but most of them seem to be Passives. You, however, clearly aren't." She checked her watch. "I have to go now. If you need me again, just come talk to me."

I doubt I'll be doing that. I nod to her, however, and she leaves, sprinting down the pathway to the medical building.

Good grief. Nothing's ever easy.

[Weeks later]

This has gone too far.

Valorie keeps taking the nuisances in for 'testing'. When they return, they say that she just asked them some questions, and occasionally asked permission to read their brainwaves.

I need to know what she's doing.

So, now that she's come back to ask for another 'test subject' I raise my hand.

"Oh, Saiki-Kun wants a turn?" Teruhashi asks in surprise. "I thought you wanted to stay out of this?"

'I'm curious,' is all I share with anyone.

Valorie smiles slightly. "Very well then. Saiki, was it? Then should I refer to you as Saiki-san?"

Why the sudden bother about honorifics?

"Oh, are you American?" Yumehara asks. She's not been invited as a subject yet, so she doesn't know much about Valorie.

"Yeah. I managed to learn the basics of Japanese pretty quickly, thankfully, but some of the details escape me."

"Saiki-san should be more than alright, since you don't have as much interaction with him as you do with me, Val-chan," Teruhashi informs her with a sweet smile.

"Ah, thank you, Kokomi... Kokomi-chan." Valorie turns to me and beckons me forward. "Let's go, I only have an hour now."

We enter her lab just a few moments later, and she points to a rather unassuming chair. "What do you want from me? And use your voice, please? I still can't hear your telepathy."

I scowl, but do as she asks. "Why do you keep bringing them in? And why only some of them?"

She hums at the thought and pulls out some files. "Well, it's part of my thesis. Of course, in the thesis, no names or face will be shown or told, everyone's kept as anonymous as possible. But my thesis is on some very interesting events that have been occurring over the past... mm... twenty, twenty-five years?"

She sets the files down in front of me. "Of course, I still would like some data from you, but I won't pressure you into it. You're only here to figure this out, right?" I nod and she shrugs. "Well, it can't be helped. On to the story then."

She looks out the window as she begins.

"Sometime around two decades ago, a gradual shift in the world began. It was subtle enough to not be noticed, but a gradual divide was starting.

"Mainly, humanity began to divide itself into three categories.

"Psychics like you, who know of their abilities, and make use of them as needed.

"Regular people, who are blissfully unaware of the supernatural happenings stirring in the gene pool.

"And a third group that brings the former two together. I call them Passives. People who have supernatural abilities, but don't realize that they exist or are supernatural. Some of these abilities bend the perception of others, some merely affect themselves.

"You're actually friends with a number of Passives. Teruhashi and Hairo are the two most notable, as well as the elder Teruhashi, that actor. I forget his name but he's not important.

"Teruhashi is where I'll start. Everyone around her loves her, right? They call her the most beautiful, the perfect pretty girl. That's her ability. Bending the perception of those around her to see her as the most beautiful. It doesn't work on me because of the same block I have against you. Her ability is an invasive one, meddling with one's mind."

"So, that's why you don't coddle her the same way."

"Yes. I still show her some.... grace? Mostly because I need her to not think of me as anyone special."

I frown. "Hairo?"

"Ah, him. Passionate. Sports and health driven. Energetic. But most of all, incredibly fiery." She turns to me. "You should be able to figure it out from there."

My eyes widen, thinking of multiple instances during high school that really don't make sense with a more normal person. The snowmelt. Acting as a heater for the class during the deep freeze. Hell, even Aiura said his aura was pure fire. "Pyrokinesis?"

"Close. It's closer to an extreme body temperature. He doesn't quite seem capable of producing flames. Maybe further down the gene train."

"And where do you fall on this scale?" I ask, beginning to be intrigued.

She shakes her finger at me. "I haven't gotten that far yet, just wait. Some Passives, if made aware of their ability, will then possibly learn how to actively use and utilize their ability, and thus, shift from being classified as a Passive to more of a Psychic." She taps on her chin. "Thanks to my research, and talking to her, I suspect that's at least somewhat what happened with your two openly psychic friends."

She finally sits in her chair and looks up at the ceiling. "And I know for a fact that's what happened with me."

"Good grief. All this for that?"

"I'm not done. You're just impatient. There's the sweet you like in the minifridge, Teruhashi said you liked it. I need a moment to collect my words."

I grab the coffee jelly out of the fridge. Pretty high quality.

Then I pause. "Don't you mean 'Thoughts'? You need to collect your thoughts?"

She sighs. "Sure."

She stays quiet while I eat the jelly, staring at the ceiling. Finally, she leaned forward again.

"Okay, I think I'm ready to talk about it. It's really hard, but I'll try to get through the whole thing."

I set the empty plastic aside and wait for her to speak, willing the author to keep going. If this gets cut off right now, I'll be in suspense for who knows how long. And I can't stand suspense.

"I grew up in the South of the United States. My parents were mostly fine, until they weren't. Things changed, and as the eldest daughter, I became responsible for my siblings, and for taking the brunt of the punishments.

"Slowly I began to notice that things wouldn't always be... quite right. Maybe it was a day where I needed to be somewhere, or even to just leave the house, but my parents had previously been against it. They'd occasionally change their minds very suddenly.

"Or, I'd get in trouble for something someone else had done. When I needed an out and couldn't bring myself to object against my dad, someone would sometimes step forward, either with a confession or with evidence that kept me out of trouble.

"Gradually, I began to put the pieces together. I needed something to eat or some money for an outing? Somehow, I'd get it. I needed to have a safe place for a night? A friend would come bail me out.

"Then the world got stuck in a timeloop for over four years." Oh, crap. How much does she know about that? "I'm sure you noticed. This kept me stuck at an age where I couldn't leave my parents legally, and kept me stuck in a cycle of pain and heartbreak.

"But it also helped me to learn more about myself, or specifically, my ability. I call it Survival Instinct, but I was also 16 when I named it, so..."

"What does it do?" And more importantly, is it dangerous to my normal life?

"It gives me something I need to keep me safe and alive. I mentioned I learned Japanese quickly, right? That was thanks to my ability. I fled my home not long after the loop on the world broke, and knew I wouldn't be safe anywhere in the US. Lucky for me, I had a few friends who helped me hide until I was able to leave the country. I entrusted my best friend with my secret as I was preparing to leave for Japan, and they helped me, providing a crash course in Japanese and allocating money and supplies for me."

She stretches her arms and back, taking a breather for a minute. "I'm running out of time, but I'll keep this brief now. My best friend helped me work on my power, and soon I increased the amount of pseudo-abilities I could have running at one time from one to three. I don't intend to need anymore than that, but it's possible that I've gone up to four since then. Anyway, I applied to several schools in Japan, and once I turned 18, flew over and moved here. My best friend visits me occasionally, so we hang out."

"Why do you study psychic abilities?"

She frowned. "If it hadn't been for the world being stuck in a time loop, I never would have noticed my own abilities. But I also wouldn't have been stuck in that hellhole for so long. So, I want to find who kept the world in a loop, find out why, and then draw my conclusions on whether I should curse them or thank them. Simple, really." The clock on the wall chimed, and she stood up. "Time's up, Strawberry. I have a class in fifteen."

As I leave her office, I ponder whether I should tell her about Oshimai.

Good grief. That's a problem for another version of this story.

#saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki no psi nan #saiki k fic #saiki kusuo #nyx writes stuff

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hot-wiings · 3 years

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The One Where Armin Arlert And [Y/N] Yeager Never Get To Say The Words They Really Wanted To Say.

Death Trigger Warning.

Edited: 1-25-2021

Armin took a minute to compose himself before he entered the infirmary. He rubbed his sweaty, clammy hands up and down on his pants, wiping the residue liquid off as he took a minute to calm himself and figure out how to compose his words to the person he was looking for. He pushed the doors open and walked in towards the people he was looking for: The Yeager siblings, [Y/N], and Eren.

"How's the arm holding up?"

"It's fine. You know me, I regenerate like crazy, it'll practically be good as new by tonight."

Armin decides to address Eren first, far too nervous to address you and his thoughts. Your arms were crossed as you sat on the edge of an infirmary bed, your eyes never leaving Captain Hanji as she looks over your leg to see if anything was broken. Eren would have crossed his own arms, but he had one in a sling, his eyes, however, were glaring at the back of your head, burning an imaginary hole.

"Doesn't even matter, Captain Levi is making me sit out tomorrow's expedition."

"Rightly so!"

You bark your words out at your brother, upset that he was upset at his punishment. His punishment for starting a fight that is. Your dumb brother overheard you telling private information to the other girls in your squad, private information about your love life. Ultimately it resulted in an argument, which led to a physical fight, where you broke his arm and it felt like he twisted your ankle.

"You're sitting out the expedition because you injured yourself in a fight that you started. Not my fault Captain Levi saw me beat your ass."

"All right [Y/N], it looks like your ankle is all good. You might've just pulled a muscle, I would stay off it for the rest of the day, but you should be good to go on the expedition tomorrow."

Hanji stood up from her crouched position to go check on Erens arm again. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't happy that you had broken Eren's arm. It was completely thrilling to observe how fast the boy's injuries could heal, completely exhilarating to have the chance to do further research on him.

"And stay out of fights when Levi is around!"

"Wouldn't have been a fight if [Y/N] knew how to control herself."

"Says the boy who threw the first hit."

You jumped up from the edge of the bed and pulled your sock and boot back onto your foot before you took off out of the infirmary to go to your bedroom and rest as Captain Hanji said to. Armin followed you out into the hall, hesitant to say what he wanted to. The thought had been floating around his head ever since after he saw you and Eren fight, ever since Captain Levi had sent you both to the infirmary followed by a few choice words. He had been too far to hear what was said, but it soon spread among the squads that Eren was being forced to sit out tomorrow's expedition.

"Maybe you should sit out tomorrow's expedition too."

You stopped in your tracks as soon as Armin's words hit your ears. You quickly turned around to face Armin with furrowed brows. Your lips tipped down into a frown. Hurt and upset at what he was proposing. Was he really on Eren's side of the argument? He didn't even know what the argument was really about.

"Why should I sit it out?"

"You pulled a muscle in your ankle, your weak and-"

"Wow, thanks for that."

Armin backtracked his words. He was nervous, that wasn't what he meant to say. Not even in the slightest. You're growing upset expression and aggravation only caused Armin's nervousness to grow more.

"That's not what I meant. I just, I don't want to lose any more comrades, I don't want to lose you. Petra died in the last expedition, so many people died in the last expedition. Eren would be so upset if you died, just sit out."

"I can't believe you. Do you hear how selfish that sounds? I don't care if I'm weak, we signed up for this knowing what it entitled. Captain Hanji said my ankle will be perfectly good by tomorrow morning, not that I'll need to be on my legs much anyway."

"[Y/N], I didn't mean it like you're weak. I just think you work better when you have Eren with you. I just think you should stay with Eren, makeup from your fight, let your ankle rest more."

You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep your gathering tears in. Whether he meant you were weak in general, or if he was referring to your ankle didn't matter. Nothing hurt more than having the guy you like tell you how weak you are. Nothing hurt more than having the guy you like tell you that you should sit out on the sidelines while other people risk their life.

There was nothing more insulting or embarrassing.

"You and Eren can screw yourselves. It’s a pulled muscle, not a sprained bone, I'm going on the expedition. Captain Hanji thinks I'm well enough, and Captain Levi wants me in his squad. He trusts me, he thinks I'm strong enough, so I'm going. End of story."

You turned around and made your way to your room, you would've run off but you wanted to let your ankle rest like Captain Hanji had said to. The tears make their way down your cheeks once the door is closed. Why did he think you were so weak? You had progressed and grew so much. You knew you were weak, so you worked harder. You knew you were weak so you sought out advice and help from Captain Levi.

You were a far better soldier than you were at the last expedition. You would show him. You would show him how good and strong you were.

It wasn't long before the morning of the expedition arrived. With a heavy heart you had rolled out of bed and pulled your gear onto your body. You fastened each strap and buckle, your mind racing equally fast as the leather material. Expeditions were dangerous, you knew this, you knew the risks. You knew the risks and the horrors, the fear, and realities of the statics of you not making it back. Yet, you also knew it was your duty to go on the expedition.

You quickly brushed your fingers through your hair as best as you could before pulling it up into a hair tie making a bun as best and neat as you could. Captain Levi hated when people didn't look presentable, or rather he equated presentable with clean. You briskly walked down to the cafeteria and grabbed a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. It wasn't exactly your favorite, but it was what there was available. You sat down at your usual table with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin. Eren didn't look happy in the slightest, still bitter over getting benched. Armin looked, guilty, sad almost, whereas Mikasa had no clue what exactly had happened between you all, but undoubtedly, she was on Eren’s side.

You knew Armin hadn't meant to exactly call you weak. The fact was, you and him were some of the weakest soldiers inside of the Survey Corps. But you had gotten stronger, so much stronger and better. It hurt and deeply bothered you that Armin didn't seem to take notice of that. You wanted him to see you as someone strong and worthy.

You didn't dare look Armin in the eyes, and he didn't dare look at you. Instead, you kept your eyes casted down on your bowl, eating every last drop of sludge while you ignored Armin and your brother. It wasn't tasteful, but it did provide energy that would be needed for the expedition. As soon as you were done taking in your breakfast, you stood up and wrapped your green jacket around your body.

"Good luck. Kill a titan for me."

You bring your head up to where Eren and Armin were. His eyes were upset, but if he was he didn't voice it. It didn't matter, he thought you were weak. He thinks you’re weak and pathetic. You don't address him, instead you respond to your brother. Your brother, who despite being angry at you for getting him benched, was not going to allow himself to let you go beyond the walls thinking he was angry at you. He wouldn't let you go beyond the walls, risking your life, without partially fixing things. You could resume your hatefest as soon as you come back for all he cared, but for the time being, he wanted you focused on the mission.

"I will. Gotta make up for you’re stupid ass getting benched."

"Whatever. I love you, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I love you too. Quit acting like I'm leaving, I'm gonna come back, that's a promise."

"I know. Just keep Armin safe for me."

You turned on your heel and stalked off towards the stable, where most of the soldiers were already gathering to get their own horses prepped and ready to leave. Eren didn't see it, but you had a small smile on your face. Just the knowledge that he wasn't that mad at you, was like having a heavyweight lifted off your shoulders. You hated going into expeditions when your brother was upset with you, while you planned to keep your promise to Eren, there was still that chance of dying and charging into the unknown. With him being mad at you, was like dying with regrets.

You grabbed your saddle and made your way into your horses stable. You saddled her and placed the reins on her face before you adjusted each buckle and hook correctly, then you pulled her outside and placed one foot on the bootstrap before pulling yourself up and swinging your other leg over. You guilded your horse out towards the rest of your squad, but not before you passed Armin.

"Hey."

"What?"

An indecipherable expression crossed Armin’s face. He wanted to tell you that he was sorry for arguing with you yesterday, he wanted to say it wasn't out of thinking you were weak, but out of his feelings. His deep, rooted feelings for you. He didn't think he was strong enough, that was the problem. He wasn't strong enough to protect you, and not having Eren there to back you up either bothered him. That was the real reason he wanted to stay back, and that was what he wanted to tell you, yet the words got stuck in his throat.

"Stay safe, okay?"

"Yeah. You too."

You click at your horse to get her going over to Levi's squad who then guides you outside of the walls. The first hour of riding went well. No distractions, and a lack of titans. It was too good to be true. You should have known there would be complications later on in the mission, a lack of titans meant you would later on come across a hoard. Unfortunately, among that hoard was an abnormal.

You saw it running directly at Armin. The strings in your heart pulled strongly against your chest. He had this, he had this didn't he? You had gotten stronger, you wanted him to see that, but that meant you had to treat him like he had gotten stronger too. It only takes one quick look in his direction too see there were too many titans, his squad was wrapped up, and it looked like some of them were missing, they needed help.

You quickly pulled on your reigns, changing course and charging after the abnormal. Once you reached Armin you pulled out your ODM gear to attach yourself to a tree and slice the abnormal titan’s neck open. It didn't stop there, not when there were so many, you sliced and diced, getting to as my napes as you could. You stopped for just a second, catching your breath on a tree branch. You thought they were all down and taken care of, you did it, you took down so many. You turned over to Armin and threw him a smile. 'See, I'm strong, now'.

Your smile dropped as you saw a titan approach from behind him. Quickly, you sprung into action by using your ODM gear, and Eren’s words rung in your head. Protect him, protect Armin. You just were not quick enough. This was a lifestyle you chose. You knew the risks, you knew the dangers, you knew the statistics of not coming back. You were not quick enough, all you could do was knock Armin out of the way, taking his place instead. The titan smacked you harshly against a tree making your body fling back as Captain Levi sliced its nape open meticulously.

Your body began to slide down the tree, but you knew you wouldn't be making it home. Something snapped, you heard it. Something broke, and it aches all over. You put your hand on your stomach to see a sword sticking out. Your own damn sword. It must’ve gotten knocked around when you flung in the air. Armin quickly flew over to you and placed his hands on your stomach, the blood seeped through to his fingertips, no matter how hard he applied pressure.

"It's gonna be okay, you've gotta make it back. You promised Eren. You promised him."

"Armin... It's- ok- Okay. "

You struggled to get your words out through the pain. Your body felt so cold, so numb. You wanted to tell him how you felt, the insurmountable feelings you'd kept in and desperately hidden for so long. You couldn't find yourself to say the words, you just wanted to shut down. Shut down and close your eyes, shut down and rest. You slowly moved your bloody hands up to his face, and cupped his cheeks. He hand moved his right hand up and kept your hand there as tears slid down his cheeks.

"Don't close your eyes, please don't close your eyes!"

"T-Take care of, him. Mm-kay?"

Your uttered out your very last words. You barely managed to get them out, but you desperately needed to say them. You needed to go knowing Eren was safe, you needed to go knowing he would be taken care of. You needed to go with a mind of peace. That would be enough so long as he kept Eren safe. You needed your death not to be in vain. Your body didn't give him time to reply, it didn't give him time to say yes, I'll take care of him.

"No don't. Please... Please don't. Please stop! Please!"

Your eyes fluttered close, and the hand he held against his cheek went limp and grew ever so cold against him. You were gone, you were dead. Armin pulled you, and your still blood pooling body against his. He wrapped his arms around you and let his sobs dissipate into your now cold neck. You were gone, he had to get back to moving. You were gone, he needed to toss your body with the other dead bodies, should Captain Levi say they had the room to carry you back home. You were gone, and it was his fault. You were gone, he would have to live with this forever.

Eren stood by the entrance to the stables. He had just finished cleaning out all the stalls and refilling all the troughs with food and water, before Captain Levi left he told Eren to use this opportunity to clean out the empty stalls. He suspected that they would be returning soon, it had been a long time since you left. Eren would be lying if he said he didn't worry about you being outside the walls without him. He feared that one day you would face the same fate as your mother. He felt more at ease knowing Mikasa and Armin were out there with you. They'd help you, and you'd help them. You'd keep each other safe, and you all would return to him.

The sound of hooves could be heard as horses rode into the Survey Corps, headed straight to the stables where the hungry and thirsty horses could finally take a rest. Eren spotted Armin and gave him a wave before he kept on searching for you with his eyes. Armin slid off of his horse, not giving care as it walked off in search of water. All he cared about at that moment was talking to Eren.

He had to tell him, he felt like it needed to come from him. You were gone, you were dead. You died in his arms, and he wasn't quick enough to save you. He had to tell Eren what happened, but how do you even begin that conversation. How do you tell your best friend that his little sister is dead? That the last of his family is now gone?

"Why are you covered in blood? What happened?"

Eren's words fell on nearly deaf ears. He didn't hear him, not really, just the moving of his lips. He was still drowning in the shock. Your blood was on his clothes, your blood was dried against his skin. He hadn't been able to even bring your body home, and he wasn't even sure what had happened to your horse.

"Where's [Y/N]?"

"She- Eren... She's gone."

"No. You're... You're wrong. [Y/N] wouldn't- She promised me."

Eren clenched his fists at his side. There was no way you were gone, you couldn't be. You were all the family he had left. You promised him that you'd come back. There were still things he needed to do with you. You were supposed to help him rid the world of titans, you were supposed to get married and have him walk you down the aisle, he needed to watch you grow old with him in a titanless world. He was your big brother, he was supposed to protect you.

"Eren, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. She was a hero, she saved me. She died a hero."

"You bastard!"

With one quick motion, Eren pushed his clenched fist across Armin's face. He pulled it back and hit him again until he was on the ground. He hits him again and again, in a rageful frenzy. Armin just laid back and let Eren have his way with him. Every cut and bruise, he deserved. He deserves this. He should've saved you. He should've protected you for Eren. He should've been better.

"She loved you! She loved you, you bastard."

Tears streamed down Erens cheeks as Mikasa and Jean pulled him off of Armin. Armin let his tears trickle down his face and mix in with his own open wounds. The tears stung but it didn't match the ache in his heart. You felt the same way about him. You felt the same way about him the entire time, and now he would never get to tell you he returned those feelings.

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Could you write something for Blaise? Maybe the reader being best friends with him Draco, Pansy and Theodore. And Blaise starts to have feelings for her and often just stares at her instead of talking or listening etc, the others tell him to confess but he thinks she doesn't feel the same, but one day he sees that another Slytherin is also interested in her so he tries everything to ruin the other one's chances with her and tries to impress her? :)

Two Fools In Love (Blaise Zabini x Reader)

-> A jealous Blaise Zabini decided to wreck havoc when someone threatens to steal the girl of his dreams.

Requested by: @hinagiku0

If Gryffindor has the Golden Trio, Slytherin also has its own leading coterie; a notorious one at that. Except it’s more of a quintet instead of a trio.

Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, and (Y/N) (Y/L/N). They are the elites that sit at the top of the Slytherin food chain. Untouchable as they are to the outsiders, inside they actually share quite a strong bond and sense of loyalty towards one another, as surprising as that is due to the lot of them displaying their inability in expressing emotions most of the time. Positive emotions in specific, negative ones in the other hand is their specialties. They do have a reputation and family name to uphold after all.

Ever since fourth year, Draco and Pansy is in an on-and-off relationship, although it’s not much of a relationship per se anyway. Theo is the ladies magnet of the group, never one to stay with one girl for a long duration of time. As for Blaise and Y/N.. well that’s where it gets complicated.

The whole group know that they’re head over heels for one another, you must be blind not to. Even most of the Slytherins on their year can see the undeniable tension between those two. The problem is that they‘re the only ones that don’t see it.

At some point, there are moments when Y/N was almost convinced that perhaps her bestfriend returns her feelings. Like back when they attended the Yule Ball as each other’s date. She thought after that night there’s a chance that they would be together, just to find out the next day things were as normal as they could be and Blaise had nothing to say to her that would indicate otherwise. Or like that time when Blaise jump straight into the muddy and slippery castle ground after a rain when she slipped to break the fall. Never hesitating nor caring about his dirty clothes or the dirt that clungs to his skin, which is so unlike Blaise, Merlin knows how vain he is. He’d much rather die than be seen looking less than polished.

But then again maybe that’s just her reading too much into the situation. Seeing things that are not there just to find some semblance of hope that it’s not so one-sided. After all she’s closest to him in their friend group, maybe he sees her more like a sister. He has even brought her for some afternoon tea with his mother, the infamous Mrs. Zabini, she’d even go as for as to say that they bonded greatly that day.

She feels stupid and weak for wasting her time waiting on him, Merlin she has never even bothered giving her attention to whomever is trying to get close to her because of Blaise. Even when Blaise had a summer fling with that pretty girl from Beauxbatons, Y/N’s feelings remain the same, her hope for him as strong as ever.

But maybe this year it’s time for a change, word on the street is that Adrian Pucey has a crush on her. He’s their upperclassmen and also a chaser in their quidditch team. Plus he’s actually pretty cute. Although she might never feel anything real for him, who says that she can’t have her share of fun? Blaise be damned.

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“Careful, Blaise. It looks like you’re about to be replaced soon enough” Pansy’s taunting voice interrupted his concentration, right now he’s busy focusing on this blasted History of Magic 6 pages long essay that is due for tomorrow morning or else Professor Binns would have his head. He has already skipped his class one too many times so he can’t afford another bad mark.

“Whatever are you referring to, Pans?” He said nonchalantly, not even bothering to look up from his parchment.

“Our dear Y/N of course! I just heard the most delicious tittle-tattle that Adrian Pucey had asked her out earlier” She said in the most annoying tone she could muster, fake happiness dripping all over it.

Blaise raised his head so fast he nearly got himself a whiplash. He scanned her face to see whether she’s just trying to goad him or not, but despite her taunting expression he can see that she’s telling the truth.

“Pucey did what?!” Blaise said, more to himself than to Pansy anyway. His tone growing dangerous as he can feel his composure slipping away at the news.

“Oh grow up, Blaise! Y/N can make her own choices, so what if she chose to go out with somebody? it’s about time anyway” She said to him as she couldn’t resist the urge to roll her eyes.

“But why him? come on, Pans! you and I both know she deserves so much better... someone like—“

Before he could finish his sentence, Pansy dove straight in and cut him off.

“Someone like you?” She asked, raising one of her perfectly groomed eyebrow.

Blaise grew quiet, unsure on how to best answer that. Still at disbelief, did he really just lost his chance?

Pansy’s face softened up after seeing the change in Blaise’s behavior, although he might be an idiot but he’s still her friend.

“Look... we all know how in love you are with her, you’re just too bloody stubborn to come to terms with it” She said, leaning into the side of the table to look at him better. “But if you keep this up, you’re going to lose her, Blaise. So man up! you are Blaise Zabini for Salazar’s sake”

“Yeah you’re absolutely right, I am Blaise Zabini” Slowly his face brightened up, gaining the usual confidence. Pansy can see the gears turning inside of his head.

“So what are you going to do about it? I mean Pucey has beat you to it”

“He might have beaten me in asking her out but the war has not been won yet, has it?” He said, mischief gleaming in his eyes.

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The next morning, instead of sitting at their usual group spot, Blaise walked in to see Y/N already sitting beside Adrian Pucey. The sight nearly made him wants to hex the boy on spot. But he kept his cool and head straight towards the others.

Just after he sat down, he looked up to see Draco’s grey eyes looking at him in amusement. He didn’t utter a word but the meaning is clear, he’s delighted at Blaise’s sorry predicament, that git. Mouth pulled into an arrogant smirk.

“Sod off, mate” Blaise said, looking at the silver-haired boy pointedly before he can even attempt to poke fun at him.

Draco raised the both of his hands as if indicating truce, but the smirk remains. “No need to get your knickers in a twist, Blaise. You know i’m rooting for you” He said, putting emphasize on the word rooting.

“Yeah yeah thanks for the support, Malfoy” Blaise retorted back, trying to just shrug him off.

The both of them glanced Y/N’s way to see that Adrian is now pouring a glass of pumpkin juice for her. Draco pulled out his wand but kept it hidden from the sight of bystanders and he muttered a spell.

On the other side of the table, something happened that makes Adrian’s hand missed and he poured the liquid all over Y/N’s white shirt instead, soaking it wet. Shocked gasps flying all around them. Meanwhile Y/N is too mortified to say anything, face turning redder than the color of Gryffindor. Adrian attempted to fix his mistake but Y/N pushed his hand away, taking the napkin from his hand and dabbing it herself. But clearly that is not enough to drive the two of them apart since Blaise saw that she still gives him a half-hearted smile, although irritation is shining behind those (Y/E/C) eyes.

“I owe you one” Blaise whispered to Draco, a full grin plastered on his face. His best mate in return gave him a thumbs up and they both high fived each other.

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It is mid day and they have just wrapped up their Potions class, Blaise was helping Y/N carries her stuff when he felt himself being stopped near the archway that leads to the corridor outside.

Blaise cocked one eyebrow, silently asking his teammate ‘what?’, “I got it, mate. Hand that over” Pucey said, stretching the both of his hands open.

Y/N was just coming outside of the classroom when she saw both boys, “Oh.. hi Adrian, what are you doing here? aren’t 6th year supposed to be in Transfiguration?” She asked, a bit confused at the sudden appearance.

“The class finished early, so I thought about walking you back from Potions” He replied, a confident smile on his face.

“Ah I see” Y/N said, clearly not even impressed in the slightest. He’s starting to get more clingy than she would’ve preferred but still she doesn’t want to be rude.

Blaise who feels ignored, scoffed to himself. Pathetic, he thought. If Adrian Pucey thinks that by pulling this moves he’ll succcesfully get Y/N’s heart, he’s mental.

“Here you go, prince charming” Blaise said as he suddenly dropped all of Y/N’s stuff into Adrian’s hand, who wasn’t prepared at all because he’s busy staring at her. But of course the reflex of a trained chaser saves his face from another shame as he quickly balanced it on his hands.

Blaise turns to stare directly at Y/N, “I’ll see you later” He said as he salutes her.

And then he’s off, walking the other way.

But not without a parting gift of course... after all he is a man on a mission. He muttered a jinx under his breath and aimed the tip of his wand towards the unsuspecting boy. Another win for Blaise Zabini.

It doesn’t even took that long before he heard a loud noise of things falling and Y/N’s fuming voice yelling out, “Merlin’s beard, how can a person be so accident-prone”.

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The third incident of the day happened at the Quidditch Pitch. The Slytherin team is training for their upcoming game against Gryffindor which means that Blaise, Draco, Adrian, and the others have to go all out to win.

Y/N, Pansy, and a few other girls are in attendance. Sitting on the bleachers. It’s a rather pleasant day outside, the sun is not too hot complete with some cool breeze.

That was before Adrian decided to do something to ‘impress’ his new ladylove.

He zoomed his broom past where she’s currently sitting and shouts out, “Hey, Y/N! check this out” As he attempted to pull a stunt.

Every single eyes were on him but Blaise and Draco found themselves once again looking at each other, now this is about to be golden. He is such an easy target.

Blaise casted a spell that made him lose his balance a bit and he slipped from his broom, now hanging and tightly holding to the wood for dear life. But that’s not the end of it, Draco casted another spell that made his pants fell off, exposing his bowtruckle-patterned boxer shorts.

Laughter exploded everywhere, Y/N undoubtedly almost exploded with secondhand embarrassment decided to quickly exit the bleachers with a cackling Pansy in tow.

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That night he found her curled up in the black couch of their common room. He cleared his throat to announced his presence and she shift a bit.

Glancing to the back, her body immediately relaxes when she saw that it was only him. Beckoning for him to join her with her hand.

Blaise took a seat beside her as he carefully took in the expression on her face, she looks tired. “Rough day?” He started lamely.

“Ugh you don’t even want to know the half of it” She groaned, putting her head between her arms.

She spare a quick glance his way, nose scrunching in the cutest way possible, “I think the universe just hates me somehow”

This got Blaise rolling his eyes at her dramatics, “And why is that?”

She throws both hands exasperatedly in the air, “I just want to have a proper boyfriend for once and yet it all just went to hell”

Blaise is overwhelmed with guilt, although he doesn’t want to see her be with anyone else, still he’s ashamed of himself for sabotaging her relationship.

“Do you really like him?” He asked quietly.

“No....” Her eyes found his, “I’m pretty sure i’m in love with someone else but he probably doesn’t feel the same way”

He felt a pang in his stomach, Y/N love someone?

“I’m sure if that’s the case then that person is a dim-witted numpty”

Y/N can’t help but let out a scoff and mumbled under her breath, “Well you’re a dim-witted numpty then”.

But clearly it’s not quiet enough since Blaise caught on to every single word, eyes widening as the meaning sinks in.

“It’s me isn’t it?” He started out unsurely, testing the water.

“Of course it is you, you idiot. It’s always been you for years” She admitted defeatedly.

Blaise carefully reached out one hand to touch her cheek, stopping mid air while staring at her beautiful eyes as if asking for permission. Seeing no sign of refusal he let his hand settle on her cheek. Rubbing soothing finger on her soft skin. He felt his heart warmed as she nuzzle even more into his touch, eyes closing in contentment.

“It’s always been you for me too” He whispered out to her, feeling her breath hitched at his confession, clearly expecting something else.

And so the both of them leaned in, as they share what is first of their many kisses.

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A/N : Yay it’s my first ever HP fic, I know this might suck soo bear with me please🥺 Also English is not my mother tongue so I do apologize for the grammar mistakes that I could’ve made somewhere along the story. Feedbacks are greatly appreciated! and thank you for reading♥️

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