#but it would really show that he was just imitating fathers he had seen in books
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i love how unfatherly crowley and aziraphale both are when it comes down to it. sure aziraphale is more than willing to give the young people in his life help and advice and be their friend but he and crowley spent six years (eleven in the book) practically raising a kid (you just know his parents weren't around that often) and by the end they didn't even like him. crowley even suggested they just fucking kill him. he turned three kids into lizards for annoying him right after he destroyed their house. like it was that or kill them obviously but he did NOT hesitate with the newts. that's so funny to me. they're just inherently disinclined to parenthood. we need more characters like them actually
#good omens#i think if aziraphale HAD to take care of a baby no choice he would give them some cocoa#and play mozart for them and just kind of let them do their thing in the bookshop. away from the books of course.#like he would make sure they were safe and sheltered and he would be kind to them#but it would really show that he was just imitating fathers he had seen in books#crowley was not meant to raise children. he's a wine aunt plain and simple. he'd love to be called 'auntie crowley'#but he has no friends with kids so he has to be content with his brief stint as nanny.#the demon put a basket with a baby in it in the backseat of his car untethered and let it slide around#from side to side while he drove dangerously. canonically that is something he did#it's also my headcanon that he has some complicated feelings about parenthood and family roles#yknow. when you're technically one of 'god's children' but she cast you and so many of your siblings down to hell for asking questions#when the closest thing you have to a mother made you murder innocent children for a bet.#it can make you hesitant about that sort of thing!
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chapter three
“is this the life that lies ahead now?”
Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie
tags/warnings: drinking on an empty stomach (do not attempt in real life, but this is hell baby), allusions to poisoning, reader is hungover and has a poor appetite, uh oh art thou pining?, slow burn eventual: smut
word count: 2.8k
prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight
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After getting some water you tried falling back asleep to no avail, tossing and turning for at least an hour before deciding to call it quits.
Leaving the hotel in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea, but you felt like you’d start tearing at the wallpaper if you stayed in your room. Cliche as it was, fresh air had always helped you relax while you were living. You thought back to the family garden and sighed. You’d give anything to be able to sit there now.
Your thoughts drifted to your father as you changed out of your pajamas. Things had changed so much in your day-to-day after coming to the hotel that you realized you couldn’t remember the last time he had crossed your mind. You felt a tightness in your throat when you tried to remember what he looked like. It was hazy, but he was mostly there; strong with a brilliant smile. How long would it be before you couldn’t remember him at all? Even the way you heard his voice in your mind didn’t seem completely right, an imitation of a memory.
Was he doing okay? Was he still mourning you? Or did he think you were just missing? Did the money go through? Did he know what you did for him to get it? There was no way to know.
“Can’t sleep?”
You jumped at the sound of Husker’s voice, so lost in thought and determined to get out of there that you hadn’t noticed him at the bar. It wasn’t surprising that he was still down here, though, being just before midnight. In fact, the real surprise was that he was here by himself. You decided to put leaving on pause and made your way over to him, taking advantage of the rare moment of privacy. Besides, what good would it do to dismiss Husker when he had been so discreet about this morning?
“More like slept too much,” you said, sighing as you took a seat across from him.
“Could’ve fooled me,” Husk jabbed amiably, turning to grab an empty glass.
You groaned. “Well there goes my hope of looking better than I feel. I was thinking maybe a walk would help, but—” Husk gave you a look, rightly making you feel sheepish.
“Didn’t go so hot this morning, huh? Thought you’d have better luck at night?” he said, half-joking, and passed you an amber-colored drink. The worry must’ve been showing on your face, as he cooly added, “Don’t worry, it’s been a ghost town in here for over an hour. It’s still only me and Angel who know about what happened.”
“Is he at work right now?” you asked, relaxing a little and took a casual look around. “I really don’t know how I can make it up to you both. This morning I…,” you sighed again and ran a hand through your hair, feeling the exhaustion seep back in. “I don’t know. Hopefully I’ll just forget about it, or convince myself it was a nightmare or something. But I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”
You recalled your reflection in the mirror before you showered, unrecognizable to yourself under the layer of gore caked to your skin.
Husk waved his hand, but the softness in his eyes felt like a rock in your stomach. “Don’t worry about it, we’ve both seen crazier shit in our time. But yeah, he’s been gone for most of the day. Said Valentino was having an ‘emergency’ but I have my doubts. He’s always pulling Angel in for dumb shit.”
You nodded and finally took a sip of your drink, shocked by how much you enjoyed it. A pleasant bitter taste lingered in your mouth, and you had to actively fight the urge to chug down the rest of it.
“Valentino’s his boss, right? Alastor’s done a pretty good job of keeping me preoccupied, but I think I’ve heard you guys talking about him before.”
“That’s the simplest thing to call him, I guess, though I prefer to call him an asshole,” Husk grumbled and you both shared a small laugh, the alcohol already making you feel lighter.
A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, Husk refilling your glass as you rested your head in your hand, gazing through the windows to the city below. Would you be able to pinpoint the alley if you concentrated hard enough? Someone had to have stumbled on him by now, right? Like his little sidekick… Did he ever go back for Donny? Something else clicked into place as you thought of him and the events of the morning: unless someone came after you for retribution, you would get away with it. That’s just how life is here.
No missing person report, no investigation, no forensics, no trial, no jail sentence. Weren’t you already “doing time” by being here? It’s not like you could add on to it. Not that you intended to do it again, but it was a step in the right direction of making peace with yourself. Maybe you really would forget about it someday, maybe not. There were some things that stuck with you forever.
The image of your grandmother came to you then, the last time you had spoken with her. She was sitting in her favorite chair near the fireplace in the library, her face set in the ever-present scowl you resented so much. She really was such a miserable creature. You saw yourself place the tray of tea and almond shortbread cookies down on the dark-lacquered, antique coffee table between you, knowing it would the last thing she ever ate. And tried to fight the smile pulling at your lips.
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“It occurred to me in the night that you still owe me something from the butcher,” Alastor said casually, his face buried in the newspaper. Irritation shot through you quick as lightning, but you prevailed against the urge to dump the coffee you were bringing him all over his lap.
As the grandfather clock in Alastor’s room chimed the hour, the pulse in your head threatened to kill. Apparently hangovers were very real in Hell (because of course they were), and this one was a doozy. Husk had only given you three drinks, but since you had wrung yourself so dry it was enough to leave you feeling like absolute shit. Beyond some water, the only thing you managed to ingest so far this morning was a piece of plain, burnt toast to try and soothe your aching stomach. It had taken all you had to keep it down. Needless to say, you weren’t starting the day in the best of moods.
Not that you ever thought Alastor would take it easy on you anyway. The look he gave you when you showed up in your new dress was so self-satisfied that it made you want to crawl under a rock. And when he said that you looked like death warmed over, you wanted to use said rock to knock his teeth in. It was the first you had seen of him since the incident in your room yesterday, though you tried not to dwell on the fact that he had returned at some point while you were asleep. In the grand scheme of his behavior you’ve been exposed to, that was really the least of your worries.
Through the veil of annoyance you found yourself looking at the mug in his grasp, remembering the strength of his hand holding your chin. Your breath shallowed as he brought the rim up to his lips. Fuck. Tearing your eyes away, you did your best to swallow the lump in your throat. This couldn’t be happening.
He was just toying with you yesterday. Nothing new, you told yourself. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes how much he enjoys feeling superior. Not that you had ever seen him pull a stunt like that on anyone else, but who knows? It’s not like you were with him every second of the day. Even in this very moment, he was messing with you.
Was it your fault that he had only grabbed his clothes off the filthy floor of that alley and left the other bag to rot? Of course he’d see it that way, and if your headache wasn’t as terrible as it was, you might have told him exactly that. Especially considering that you were already out money for the liver, and he was more than likely expecting you to pay again.
“I’ll head out after I’ve finished with your room, unless you’d prefer I go now and clean when I get back,” you answered smoothly, hoping he’d give you permission for the latter. How he had even managed to track in the dirt you saw on the area rug was a mystery. You just knew that it would keep you busy for a decent amount of time and you weren’t looking forward to more scrubbing on your hands and knees. “And if the clothes are ready to be picked up again, I can get those, too.”
Alastor peered over the newspaper, eyebrow raised, his eyes and smile alight with mischief. “My, someone’s eager to be in my good graces today! No need to bother with the laundry, but I hope you won’t mind if I join you going into town. I don’t feel like staying cooped up in the hotel. Go ahead and clean now, I’d hate for those stains on the rug to set. Besides, you know how I despise coming home to a mess.”
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While he waited for you to return after freshening up, Alastor took a look around his room, admiring the results of your hard work. You were turning out to be much more resilient than he had anticipated. Though your expression was hardly ever enthusiastic, you’d never be able to tell by the way you cleaned. Someone taught you well, he thought to himself, breathing in the scent of cleaning products that nearly overpowered the floral almond you always left behind. So pleasant.
Though if he was being honest, he was starting to run out of ideas on how to keep you busy. He would mess up the bed, despite rarely sleeping in it, and leave his housecoat, shirts, and bowties draped over various pieces of furniture for you to pick up and put in their proper place. The mud and dirt on the rug had been a last-minute stroke of genius, but it wasn’t something he cared to repeat too often. God forbid he became predictable.
There was part of his room you didn’t have access to, and Alastor doubted that he’d ever let you see it — nor anyone else, for that matter. It’s not like it was a space you’d be able to clean in a traditional sense, anyway. After the hotel was rebuilt he thought it would be a nice idea to separate his serene bayou from the rest of the living quarters. Remembering how Vaggie had so rudely barged in on him in the past, it wasn’t something he was keen on happening again. And it was comical to watch you glancing at the locked door, pondering what could be behind it.
He knew he couldn’t keep you cooped up as his personal chambermaid forever though, unless he wanted to be hounded by Charlie and Vaggie about it. Which he decidedly did not want. And he could admit that this cleaning game was getting stale… How could he switch things up before he tired of you completely? How could he get you to show him another spectacle like yesterday?
A knock at the door snapped The Radio Demon out of his thoughts.
“Alastor? Can I come in?” Charlie said from the other side of the door. By the tone in her voice, he could tell she was here to discuss business. He sighed quietly to himself and went to the door, swinging it open with a charming smile.
“Why of course, my dear! How may I be of service?” Alastor closed the door behind them and led her to one of the chairs by the fireplace, taking the one opposite her and crossed his legs, neatly folding his hands over one knee. “It’s just the two of us. Sylvie left to go spruce up before we head into town,” he said, noting how Charlie was glancing around the room.
“Oh, good!” she sighed, putting her hand over her chest in relief. “That’s, um, kind of what I came here to talk to you about. I know you’ve been…,” she paused, hands dancing as she searched for the right word, “…acclimating her to working here — and I don’t want to step on your toes — but I think it would be really nice if she could join in on daily activities. No one has really gotten a chance to get to know her yet, and I’d hate for her to keep missing out on opportunities to bond with everyone.”
He had jinxed himself, but at least it was only the princess he had to deal with.
What to do? It’s not like he could say that your cleaning skills needed improvement when evidence to the contrary surrounded them; the room was pristine. He could argue that it would be prudent to keep some level of permanent staff unless they wanted to be in a never-ending state of training new hires, but something told him that wouldn’t be the best approach. At least not for now. Alastor had no intention of letting any souls under his contract be taken from him, for redemption or otherwise. Still, seeing the others develop their relationships with each other had been fun to observe. How would little Sylvie fit into the dynamic?
“I suppose I’ve been a bit selfish with her, haven’t I? I’ll be sure to leave room in her schedule starting tomorrow, but I hope you’ll understand that mornings are sacrosanct,” Alastor said agreeably, straightening his coat as he stood up from the chair. “Unless there was anything else, I’ll go and tell her the good news.”
Charlie followed suit, grin wide and eyes sparkling as they made their way back to the door. “Of course! Oh, thank you Alastor, you have no idea how excited I am!” It was impossible not to. Her enthusiasm was nearly contagious. “Vaggie and I are thinking something up right now as a surprise for everyone, but the details haven’t been totally worked out yet. I’ll let you know as soon as possible though — gah! I can’t wait for tomorrow!”
Alastor merely smiled in response and they parted ways in the hall. He wasn’t thrilled to be losing his monopoly on you so soon, but knowing that he now had to be more intentional with his time was invigorating. Curious to see how you’ll react to being invited to group activities, he made his way to your room, already hard at work thinking of new ways to push your buttons.
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You were surprised to see Alastor in the hall when you opened your door, since you had been instructed to return to his room when you were finished touching up. The quick jump-scare he caused sent a fresh wave of throbbing to your head and you hissed under your breath, unable to stop yourself from massaging your temple.
“You’re up to something,” you grumbled, walking past him to make your way to the elevators.
He feigned offense, easily stepping into stride with you down the hall. “Chivalry is lost on you twenty-first-century souls! I don’t know why I bother.”
You glared at him from the corner of your eye, taking in the sardonic look on his face as you stepped into the elevator. It was best not to push your luck with him, considering you still had an entire outing in Cannibal Town to get through. You were about to say something when the elevator stopped after going down a couple floors, the doors opening to Angel Dust. He looked exhausted.
When the two of you made eye contact, he glanced away, the air in the elevator quickly turning nervous as he walked in. Was it because of yesterday? Maybe Angel hadn’t been as comfortable with it as Husk made it seem… Suddenly he hit a button, stopping the elevator in its tracks. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, steeling himself.
“Hey, so… you know how you came home lookin’ like fuckin’ Carrie yesterday?”
You felt Alastor’s static humming in the space between you; the first reaction he’s had since Angel came into the elevator.
“I wanted to apologize sooner but—”
Angel waved his hands, cutting you off. “No, no, please, you don’t have to,” he said, a small laugh escaping him. “Look, uh… I’m only bringin’ it up cuz I just gotta know.” He was actively fighting a smile as he continued, “The trouble you ran into? His name wasn’t Donny, was it?”
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Uneasy Lies the Head
Aegon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen (but subtle)
This is my contribution to @targaryen-dynasty's Sleepover Challenge! I was given the prompt only one bed/forced proximity and came up with this little drabble.
Contents: masturbation, lots of incestuous vibes, but no actual incest (sorry). Also minor 'historical' and HOTD inaccuracies.
Words: 1600
Military camps are a humble affair. Even for a king.
They have been on the march for days, waiting for news of the enemy’s movements, and enduring the most discouraging conditions. Dust caking onto their skin, painful bug bites, and having to shit in a ditch in the woods, just to name a few.
Aegon’s tent is the nicest by far, but it is still a poor imitation of what he is used to. There are furs laid out on the ground, and an oil lamp hung from the rafters, but the banner on the wall is crooked, and the furnishings leave much to be desired. All they’ve arranged for him is a wobbly table, six uncomfortable chairs, and two cots on the ground.
One for the king, and one for his brother.
They have not shared a chamber since they were boys. Aegon doesn’t mind it so much, but Aemond’s mouth forms an even thinner line than usual, and he makes a terrible fuss when he undresses for bed. It will be scorching hot in the tent come the morning, but his shirt stays on, and he pulls at the edge until it reaches the middle of his thighs. Lest anything indecent be on show.
“Seven hells, I’m your brother,” Aegon says, but it only earns him an irritated sound as Aemond settles on his cot. Flat on his back, hands folded over his chest, and not a single wrinkle in the sheets draped across his form.
Aegon retires too, much earlier than he usually would. He is sore in his muscles, and fed up with bickering advisors and difficult decisions. With riding all day, with hurry up and wait.
There are wineskins being passed around outside, and girls too, the usual camp followers. But none of them much appealed to him tonight. Nothing out here really does.
And yet.
When Aegon wakes sometime in the small hours, it is with a terrible ache between his legs. His cock is hard, lying stiff and leaking against his stomach, and there is a tightness in his balls that demands attention.
He has not had the chance to indulge in pleasures of the solitary kind, as the camp offers him no privacy - not when he is surrounded by lords at all times, and certainly not now, with Aemond sleeping just a few feet away.
He is so close that Aegon can hear his slow breaths, and smell his scent of sweat and expensive oils. Somehow, it is strangely comforting. Nice to know that he perspires just the same as everyone else, even if there’s still a pleasant hint of sandalwood underneath.
In fact, Aegon does not believe he has ever seen his brother in such a candid state as just now. Aemond’s face is flushed with heat, and his lips are ever so slightly parted; dry and chapped from the harsh summer sun. The shirt is still on, but damp with sweat and loosened at the neck, baring his glistening collar bones; the golden hair that curls on his chest.
Aegon still has that boyish quality about him, but Aemond looks like a fully grown man. Like someone who could and should lead an army to battle. He acts more like a grown man too, as Aegon will be the first to admit. Noble. Dignified.
Aemond would never be caught drunkenly roaming the streets of King’s Landing. He does not share his brother's fondness for spirits and women.
Once, when they were alone in the training yard, Aegon had dared to ask you do fuck, right?, and Aemond had rolled his eye and looked at him as though it was the stupidest question he’d ever heard.
Aegon took that as a yes.
He would like for them to share a girl sometime, like royal princes should, like Father and Daemon undoubtedly did in their youth. He would even let Aemond choose the girl, picky as he is, and let him have first pick of her openings too. He’d choose her cunt of course, because that is the proper way, but he wouldn’t call it her cunt, he would call it something more poetic and ridiculous. Her womanhood. Her flower.
Twat.
But it is still a nice thing for Aegon to imagine when he starts quietly fisting his cock under the sheet. A whore kneeling on a bed, Aemond behind her and himself by her head. Cocks buried to the hilt, and wet, squelching noises coming from both ends. Aemond’s balls slapping against her arse, and his own hitting her chin.
Or, if that is not to Aemond’s liking, then Aegon would be glad to switch places. The girl would be on her back, and he would fuck her the usual way, and they could make her squeeze her tits together and have Aemond fuck the valley in between. Because that is the one thing Aegon knows about his brother’s preferences - he does like a good pair of tits. And it’d be perfect for Aegon too, because while he would get to feel the girl’s insides, he would also be able to look at the action in front of him. See her fleshy, bouncing tits, and Aemond’s cock sliding in between. Hard, and glistening with oil, as obviously they would need some lubrication. Aegon could even help hold her tits in place, if need be. In such a position, his and Aemond’s bodies would be so close that they’d have no choice but to move together, keep the same rhythm, or else neither would be able to find his release. What a dirty thing that would be, to fuck like that. Together.
But unfortunately, it is highly unlikely that Aemond would ever agree to something so exceedingly intimate.
So perhaps they would take turns instead, in which case Aegon would be charitable and volunteer to be second for once. He would not ask the girl to wash herself in between - he would fuck her right after, while her cunt was still full of his brother’s emission.
And of course, the filthiest thing of all would be to make use of both of her holes at once. Aegon can think of only one position that would make it possible: the girl would have to be on all fours, and Aemond would lie underneath her and fuck up into her cunt. He would have her tits in his face, squeezing them tight and sucking on her nipples, and then Aegon would stand between his legs and slide his cock into the girl’s arse.
The thought of it makes his balls feel tight, and he pumps his cock with one hand, and massages his sack with the other, spurred on by the filthy images in his head.
A pretty girl bent over a table, or riding his brother, or taking them both in her mouth at the same time. His own cock pulsing in her arse. Aemond in his moment of ecstasy, spilling himself all over her tits.
They would leave her covered and full of their royal seed. Dragon’s seed. Surely for a common whore there could be no higher honour.
Aegon tries his best to keep silent when he comes, gritting his teeth and gripping onto the edge of his cot. His cock throbs, and he rubs the tip of it hard, each squirt of seed making his body tremble and his hips thrust up. Unwittingly, and over and over until he finally feels relieved and can wipe his fingers clean on the sheet.
It is quiet in the tent, and unsettlingly quiet outside. The sounds of drunkenness have died down, and even the grasshoppers have stopped chirping, as if time itself stood still.
With his urges now taken care of, it takes only moments for the knot in Aegon's stomach to tighten once more.
There will be a great battle, and then several more after that, and hundreds, thousands of men will die in his name. Their wives will mourn, and their children will starve when no one is left to farm the lands, and all of the grains they have saved will soon be requisitioned for the armies. Green and black alike.
In the weeks that have passed since his coronation, Aegon has come to realise that his father’s crown was too light and too shiny, and that the blackened iron he now wears is a better adornment. It is heavy, and ugly, and a much truer reflection of what it means to be king; of the burden he must now carry on his woefully ill-prepared shoulders.
There are two with whom he can share it, though. Two who would die for his cause, out of love as much as duty, and one of them is asleep in this very room.
“Aemond,” he calls, quietly, like he would often do when they were very little and still slept in the nursery. As if to make sure he was still there. “Aemond. Aemond. Aemond?”
“What,” Aemond grumbles, hoarse with sleep, but as irritable as always. He stirs on his cot, wiping the sweat off his brow and shuffling around under the sheet. The soaked shirt is pulled over his head and tossed aside. Too hot.
“I told you,” Aegon says.
“Are you quite finished,” is his brother’s sullen response.
It must just be the talking he’s referring to, but. Aegon can’t be sure.
Proof read, but my brain is mush today, so sincere apologies for all the stuff I've missed.
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🐉 anon here! I hope you're doing alright! I hope these request won't be too much! Would it be okay if you wrote about Shinobu with a s/o, she/her, who has that dragon tattoo? Possibly a criminal syndicate but wants to leave her family because of how bad they have gotten! The family found her at a younge age and took her in, becoming the imitating woman she is. But what her boss asks of her is too much and not what she wants to do. So she tries to leave and stagger away from the family, meeting Shinobu in the process! She would be seen as a monster, but she really does have a good heart. Maybe even a slow burn with Shinobu? Those are my favorites! While she stays or keeps meeting Shinobu, the family finds her and roughs her up, she kicks thier ass but ends up being taking down. The boss would come in and try to cut her pinkie off, but Shinobu comes in being the badass queen that she is and deals with him herself, and saves her s/o, with a happy ending! Again, I hope this isn't too much to ask! I love your work!
What Is Right
Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader
A/N: Here you go, sorry it took so long! I hope it’s alright, I am having trouble with the December requests that are left. 😫 Word Count: 5,640
“Aniki, are you sure about this? Is there really no other way?”
“Of course not,” Akira scrutinized his adopted younger sister, put off by her reluctance, “That cowardly man’s betrayal killed my father, our father.” He hissed, crushing the remains of his cigarette in his hand, ignoring the burn.
“Then, if it’s absolutely necessary, shouldn’t it just be him who has to pay?” (Y/n) risked speaking out against him yet again, “Why kill his family, but leave him be?”
“It sends a message!” Akira shouted, “He’ll know not to fuck with us again. He’ll be forced to confront what he took from me, us. Don’t you understand, (Y/n)? That’s why I’m telling you this.” He grasped her shoulder a little to tightly to be friendly or comforting. “I’m trusting you to bring honor back to this family. That dragon tattoo on your back isn’t just for show, its supposed to mean something. It’s what unites all of us. Otosan loved you like you were his own flesh and blood. If you want this band of misfits, your family, to continue to have a legacy, you will do this.”
“But, they’re only little kids. Not even his wife knows the shady shit he’s dealing in. And it’s not just that… we’ve been pushing away our allies with the decisions you’ve been making in Otosan’s stead—“
“Do you think this is easy?!” Akira shouted again, getting in (Y/n)’s face, she stayed remarkably calm despite this, “I was chosen to make the choices that no one else has the guts to make! This is what has to be done!”
“I just can’t do it, Aniki.” (Y/n) shook her head, “It’s more than and eye for an eye to me. I think you’re asking for too much.”
“You either do this, or you will be marked as a scourge on this family. The family that gave you everything when you had nothing. You think you repaid us for that debt yet?” He asked coldly.
“I doubt I ever could.” (Y/n) murmured, focusing on her breathing to keep a calm appearance, “I’ll… prepare then.”
Akira searched her eyes for a long moment before straightening up again, “Good. Go on, then. I expect results. You have a week.”
“Very well.” (Y/n) bowed before the young man who had used to be so carefree, then got up and took her leave.
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It had been a couple days since (Y/n) had that meeting with Akira, and she had yet to carry out her mission. She had shadowed the happily unaware family in that time, and it only made the reality of what she had to do even harder.
She was running out of time, only a few more days before her once beloved Aniki would call her back and put her through god knows what for disobeying him. So she decided to do what any decent person tasked with killing a burgeoning family would do, and got wasted. If she couldn’t do it sober, perhaps she could do it drunk.
But of course that plan went south quickly. Instead of gearing herself up for a bloodbath she was drunkenly sobbing in the izakaya. She had never had to kill anyone before, hustle and intimidate, rough-up, sure, but never with the intent to irreversibly maim or kill. The very public moral dilemma (Y/n) was having was finally brought outside when the owner of the establishment cut her off and sent on her way, leaving her to drunkenly stumble down the road alone.
She barely knew where she was, but that didn’t stop her from picking a direction and lumbering away. She didn’t really care where she’d end up. She wasn’t going to be welcomed back to the family unless she had carried out her job, and she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew she’d never be able to go through with it.
“What am I supposed to do?”
Her foot rolled over a pebble as she said this and unable to correct herself, she fell sideways, half in the path, half in the woods. Instead of attempting to get up, she just laid there. Not long after her tumble, she heard the crunch of gravel from the main path, the sound eventually coming to a stop right where she had fallen.
“Oh dear, have we had a little too much to drink tonight?”
(Y/n) managed to sit up on her elbows a bit so she could peer back into the path and her breath caught in her throat. Standing over her was a downright ethereal woman. Oh no, had she hit her head on a jagged rock on the way down? Had she died? Well, that put an end to one dilemma at least.
“Woah,” She said, oh so eloquently, “beautiful.”
“Oh my, thank you.” She chuckled, causing (Y/n)’s heart to stutter. “Here, give me your hands, let me help you up.”
(Y/n) didn’t need to be asked twice, she took hold of the strangers hands, a little more calloused than she would have imagined, and clumsily rose to her feet, almost falling back down a few times in the process.
“You can hardly even stand up. We had better get you home so you can sleep this off. I hope you will have learned your lesson about such heavy drinking when you wake up with a hangover tomorrow.”
Home… (Y/n) sobered just a bit.
“I, I can’t go home!” (Y/n)’s shoulders drooped and the buzz she had going fell flat, “I have no home to go back to anymore.”
The woman gave her a sympathetic look then seemed to be contemplating something before finally speaking again.
“Then I suppose you can stay with me for the night. It’s too dangerous to be out alone at night sober, much less drunk.”
“Nah, it’s fine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll manage.”
“Don’t be difficult,” the woman sighed, “either walk with me, or I’ll drag you along. Your choice.”
(Y/n) laughed half-heartedly. “The way my feet keep tripping up you’ll probably have to drag me anyway.”
“I can see that.” She smirked, putting one of (Y/n)’s arms over her shoulders to help her keep her balance.
“My name is (Y/n) by the way.”
“And mine is Shinobu.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Shinobu.”
Shinobu hummed, but did not outwardly share the sentiment and somewhere in (Y/n)’s drunk brain she had the sense to be a bit embarrassed. What a wonderful first impression she had made, laying on the side of the road, drunk off her ass.
“I swear this is not normal behavior for me, you just caught me at a really bad time.”
“I’m not judging you, we all deal with grief in our own ways.” Shinobu told her.
“Grief?”
“Based on the puffiness around your eyes and the way the moon catches on your cheeks, how sore your voice sounds, you have been crying a lot, haven’t you?” She clinically deduced.
Grief… that would be an apt way to describe what (Y/n) had been feeling since her adoptive father had been killed, since everything she thought she knew about her family had crumbled in his absence. How Akira was spiraling in the name of revenge. How heavy and constricting the ink engraved upon her back felt as the days dragged on. How quickly things had changed.
Shinobu led her to an incredible mansion that she couldn’t help but gawk at. The inside was just as impressive. She had half the mind to ask Shinobu if she was a noblewoman, but by the time she had recovered enough to ask, she had already been led to a guest room.
“Drink this water and then rest. I will see you in the morning.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Shinobu gave a short nod and smiled before closing the door.
(Y/n) staggered into the cot and fell into a sleep like death mere moments later.
***
The next morning, almost afternoon, actually, (Y/n) awoke with a brain splitting pain. She could hear whispering around her, but they might as well have been screaming. She groaned pitifully and weakly attempted to shield her eyes from the sun.
“Oh! She’s waking up.”
“Is Shinobu-sama’s medicine ready?”
“I have it right here. Excuse me… Can you sit up please? We have medicine for your headache.”
(Y/n) grunted, slowly sitting up and then putting her head in her hands. Her head was swimming and she immediately wanted to lay back down, but a cup of sludgy looking medicine was soon put under her nose.
“Make sure to drink it all.”
“The smell may be off-putting, but it works really well.”
“Once you get some food and water in you, you’ll feel a lot better.”
Beyond the smelly hangover cure, (Y/n) could smell something good enough to make her mouth water. With great resolve, she downed the medicine and suppressed a gag, finally looking up at the three young girls working around her.
“Thanks,” she sighed, “sorry, I’m normally not such a mess.”
“Shinobu-sama said you were going through a difficult time. We aren’t judging.” The girl with pink butterfly clips promised.
“Here,” the girl with pigtails offered her a generous tray of food, “eat up.”
“You’ll feel better in no time.” The girl with braided hair smiled.
“Thank you all so much, really. This is fantastic.” (Y/n) said between bites.
“We will be sure to let Aoi-san know you enjoyed her cooking.” The girls beamed.
As (Y/n) ate, she chatted with the girls, learning all about the Butterfly Estate and all of its inhabitants. She also learned about the mansion’s purpose, to provide shelter and care to the injured. After her meal had settled, (Y/n) felt almost normal. There was still a bit of a dull throbbing in her skull every once in awhile, but given how much she drank the night before, it was amazing how much good that medicine did for her. She didn’t want to go back to her reality. She wished she didn’t have to leave this oasis.
“So, where is Shinobu now? I wanted to thank her before I left.” (Y/n) asked once she helped the girls clean and prepare the room for any new guests that may need it.
“Oh, she had something come up earlier this morning so she couldn’t come by to check on you herself.” Kiyo explained.
“She probably won’t be back until much later in the evening.” Sumi nodded.
“But we will make sure to let her know when she comes back.” Naho promised.
(Y/n)’s shoulders slumped slightly with disappointment. She had made such a poor first impression, she was hoping to end on a good note at least. There was also the fact that every moment (Y/n) was here, was another moment away from facing her reality. Maybe she could stall just a little bit longer.
“I’d really like to tell her myself… ah! What if I helped you guys with your work until she gets back? Would that be alright? Then I could really show my gratitude to you all.”
The girls gave it a little thought, but saw no harm in getting a little extra help for the day, so they happily agreed. (Y/n) spent the rest of the day sweeping, dusting and washing bedding. She was a little clumsy, and bit too rough and almost ripped the sheets she was scrubbing, but she got the hang of it. It was a lot different from the work her adoptive father would give her.
As she worked, she found out there was more to this infirmary than met the eye. She learned about demon slayers and was fascinated by their cause. It all seemed so noble to her, risking their lives to save unaware people like her from demons who roamed the night. She owed Shinobu more than she knew for last night.
When Shinobu came home around dinner time, she was surprised to see her guest was still there and even more surprised when said guest fell to her knees before her, thanking her so thoroughly for her good deed. Stunned, she blinked slowly then worked her mildly surprised expression back into a kind, yet reserved smile.
“Oh my, you are much more chipper than you were last night. Thank you very much, but please stand, there is no need for any of that.”
(Y/n) stood, but let it be known how much Shinobu deserved every second of praise and appreciation. She bowed again, but only at the waist. It was at that point the younger girls decided to chime in, telling Shinobu about all the tasks (Y/n) had helped them with during the day, so of course Shinobu offered to let her stay for dinner as well, and since the sky was darkening, she invited her to stay another night. Before they knew it, an extra night became two, then three, then—
(Y/n) was running out of time. Her week was almost up, just one more day. She had a decision to make, and she wasn’t sure why it had taken her so long to get to this point, as there was only one correct course of action.
Early that morning, she leapt out of bed to make the treck back to the city. She would come back, of course. She promised Shinobu she would fix all of the clunky sliding doors around the mansion today. She silently thanked the stars for the millionth time that she crossed paths, er, fell into the path of such an extraordinary woman. She was going to follow Shinobu’s example and live a life she could be proud of, a life her adoptive father would have been proud of.
“You’re up early.”
(Y/n) nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Shinobu call to her from the engawa, a cup of tea in hand.
“When I told you the doors could wait until the morning, I didn’t mean dawn.” She teased.
“Ah, right, but I’m actually heading to the city. I have some affairs to get in order, but I promise I’ll take care of those doors as soon as I get back.”
“Is that so? Well then, safe travels. Be back before nightfall and stay away from any alcohol while you’re out.”
“I’m telling you that was a one time thing!” (Y/n) said in an exasperated tone.
Shinobu chuckled and (Y/n) smiled despite the jab.
“I’ll be back later in the afternoon, try not to work too hard!” (Y/n) sent Shinobu a wave, then bounded off of the engawa and left the estate grounds.
When she made it to the city, she kept a low profile, staking out a certain home as she had earlier in the week. At this time, the man who had killed her adoptive father with his cowardice and big mouth was busy at his day job while his wife took care of the children at home.
She took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. When the wife answered, (Y/n) asked to come inside and explained all that her shady husband had been up to and why it was important for her to take her kids and leave the city as soon as possible.
(Y/n) expected to have to persuade the woman further, force her out the door if necessary, but it seemed she already had her suspicions about her husband’s strange behavior. Hearing gossip about people seeing him in the Red Light District, and him claiming they had barely enough money to make ends meet despite the large amount of money she had found hidden away in the back of one of his drawers. She had been waiting for answers before doing anything rash, but (Y/n) provided her the last bit of incentive she needed to skip town with her kids and take her unfaithful husband’s money with her. Her parents still lived in a little known mountain village a couple weeks journey from the city, they would go there.
(Y/n) helped the woman and her children pack up their most precious belongings and got them a ride that would take them to the city limits where a carriage would be awaiting them next. When (Y/n) saw their car disappear around the corner, she left the crowded city herself, finally allowing herself to really breathe for the first time all week. There was no turning back, but that was fine. She felt so much lighter.
She couldn’t risk showing her face around town any more than she already had today. It wouldn’t take long before her betrayal was discovered and Akira would send the clan after her. What her punishment would be, she was not sure. However, under Akira’s harsh leadership, she was sure it would not be pleasant.
She stomped down the anxiety fluttering within her. She was on a better path now. No more shady shit, she wanted to put her strength to good use. She was going to ask Shinobu about becoming a demon slayer once she returned to the mansion. When she got back and took care of the doors like she promised she would, she did just that and asked Shinobu about becoming a demon slayer. Shinobu didn’t seem surprised by (Y/n)’s interest, but she did try to dissuade her from taking that path. However, with passion and persistence, she did finally manage to get Shinobu to give in and introduce her to a cultivator.
“But… I thought you were going to teach me.” (Y/n) had sheepishly admitted when Shinobu dropped her off on the first day.
“To start all the way at the beginning with the fundamentals of proper swordsmanship and Water Breathing would be… how can I say this kindly… tedious and not worth my time.” She answered with a mischievous smile.
“That didn’t sound kind at all!”
“I’ll tell you what, you do well, and I’ll give you a supplemental lesson here and there.”
“I’ll hold you to it!”
And in the next few months, (Y/n) learned a lot. When the time for the next Final Selection came around, she would be well prepared. Between what the Water Breathing cultivator taught her and what Shinobu refined with her own expertise, she felt confident in what she could accomplish. Maybe a little too confident.
“Can I come with you this time?” (Y/n) asked hopefully as Shinobu packed a light bag of supplies for her mission.
“I will tell you what I always have. You haven’t passed Final Selection yet. It would be unwise to bring you along.” Shinobu said, snapping her small medical kit shut. “I mean no offense when I say this, but I don’t want to have to worry about you while I have to focus on doing my job.”
“Please?”
Shinobu gave (Y/n) a smile that was paired with a look she knew all too well at this point. The ‘I’ll leave you in charge of all the most annoying chores while I’m gone if you keep this up’ look. (Y/n) pouted.
“I don’t get it! Why can’t we have supervised missions? Don’t you think it’s a little extreme to go from training without seeing a single demon, to a several nights of fighting them alone in the woods? I trust that everyone is doing their best to prepare me, but it would still be helpful to see what I’ll be up against in the future.”
Shinobu considered this as she checked over the experiments scattered around her lab one last time. It was a fair point. People tended to either go in with too much confidence or went in terrified over what to expect. Many fledglings had been killed by getting stuck in their heads and forgetting all they had been taught.
She would hate for (Y/n) to meet the same fate.
“Very well,” she sighed, “you may come, but,” she pointed her finger towards (Y/n) in warning, “you are only to observe from a distance. Do not attempt to engage unless absolutely necessary. If you go against me, I will make sure that you will never be cleared for final selection. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes! I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise!” (Y/n) eagerly held out her pinky and Shinobu sighed again inwardly before hooking their pinkies together.
Hopefully she wouldn’t regret this decision. It was getting harder and harder for her to deny (Y/n) anything. Despite the undesirable first impression and how rough she appeared around the edges, (Y/n) was a true sweetheart. She had a very abrupt introduction to the mansion, but quickly became another familiar friendly face within its walls. It would be devastating to see her life cut short.
“So, where are we going?” (Y/n) grinned excitedly and Shinobu couldn’t help but smile as well.
“A village to the southeast.”
***
Everything had gone smoothly until it hadn’t.
Shinobu had left a small trail of poisoned demons in her wake, (Y/n) safely observing and cheering her on at a distance, until two other demons had snuck up on them both. While Shinobu was busy taking care of one demon, (Y/n) had to defend herself against the other. Shinobu had lent her a Nichirin Sword for just such an occasion, but (Y/n) was having a hard time reading the demon’s erratic movements and had been slashed half a dozen times across her arms, legs and back before she finally managed to behead the thing. It hadn’t been very clean, but she gave a triumphant, albeit breathless shout of victory.
She had then turned to Shinobu, excited to she her reaction to her hard fought kill, but that fire died immediately when she saw how angry Shinobu looked as she strode towards her, the last demon melting into a pile of goo behind her.
Instantly (Y/n) felt the need to be defensive. “You- you said I could defend myself if I absolutely had to! Everything’s fine, right?”
“Everything is not fine!” Shinobu dropped to her knees beside her and opened her medkit, “You are covered in wounds! If you had a uniform, you wouldn’t be hurt half as badly. You might even get an infection on top of all of this. I shouldn’t have let you come.”
“Hey, none of this is your fault. That demon scratched me all up, not you.“
“You wouldn’t have gotten hurt, if I had left you at home.” She restated stubbornly. “Now show me your wounds, the sooner I clean and wrap them, the sooner we can get home so I can give you proper aid.”
(Y/n) let Shinobu clean and wrap her calves and arms, but when Shinobu began peeling back her clothes to try to work on her back, (Y/n) froze.
She had been rather vague with Shinobu about her past. How could she tell Shinobu she had been raised in a criminal syndicate that took a turn from admittedly kind of in a grey area, to definitely irreprehensible? That the night Shinobu met her, she was trying to gear herself up to kill an innocent woman and her children? No, she couldn’t. She could only imagine the disgust Shinobu would feel, the betrayal. (Y/n) suddenly felt ill.
“What is it, what’s wrong?” Shinobu asked. She tried to peel (Y/n)’s clothes from her back quicker, worried she was having some kind of reaction to the demon’s attack.
(Y/n) tried to pull her clothes back up over her shoulders, but Shinobu was faster, a quiet gasp that felt deafening in (Y/n)’s ears left Shinobu’s lips as the spiraling dragon tattoo was revealed. The blood seeping from the gashes across (Y/n)’s back making it look even more ferocious.
“When did you get this done?” Shinobu lightly poked her shoulder blade, the dragon’s snoot.
“A few years ago.” (Y/n) mumbled, pressing her palms together.
“Why haven’t you told me about this before?”
A weak hum and a shrug of the shoulders.
“You know,” Shinobu traced the coils, making (Y/n) shiver, “I have heard about a group of criminals that bear similar tattoos…”
(Y/n) broke down and told Shinobu everything about her up-brining from when her parents had gone out on a routine fishing trip and didn’t come back, up until the night they met, now months in the past.
“I understand if you don’t want me around anymore. I’ll—ah!”
Apparently Shinobu had been treating her back throughout her tale, as made evident by the sudden tightness of the bandages around her torso.
“That’s just foolish. Do you think I’m afraid of a little ink? Do you think I would ever be afraid of you, (Y/n)? Let’s think logically here.”
Shinobu proceeded to verbally beat some sense into (Y/n)’s brain. Reminding her of all the good she had done in the last few months.
“There is no better place for you than the Butterfly Estate. It’s a much better fit. Isn’t that right?”
Before (Y/n) could collect herself enough to respond, she felt Shinobu pinch her skin lower on her shoulder blade.
“Yes, you are so very wise Shinobu.”
“Why thank you.“
(Y/n) blinked, turmoil somewhat pushed aside for the moment. “Are you… pinching my skin to make it look like my tattoo is talking?”
“I’ve patched you up as best I can here. Get dressed, it’s time to go home.”
“Hey, don’t ignore me!” (Y/n) fumbled with her clothes then stumbled to her feet to catch up with Shinobu.
It was a little awkward on (Y/n)’s part as they walked back to the mansion, but once the fact that Shinobu still liked her caught up to her, the conversation became more natural and by the time they returned to the mansion and Shinobu completed the finishing touches to (Y/n)’s care, (Y/n) felt a familiar weightlessness and with Shinobu’s teasing pokes, the tattoo on her back didn’t feel as heavy and constricting anymore.
***
In the following weeks of recovery, (Y/n) and Shinobu grew quite a bit closer and many residents of the mansion took notice. The touches that were a couple beats too long when they passed the other something, the lingering looks, and most damning was how Shinobu would put off some of her work to join (Y/n) for a meal or a chat and a walk around the garden, knuckles brushing as they went. (Y/n) couldn’t help but feel hopeful that Shinobu might want to change the nature of their relationship as well.
On this lovely summer day, she was prepared to share her feelings, for better or for worse. She had already planned a little outing that Shinobu agreed to join her on. Nothing too grand, just a sweet little picnic in the woods near the mansion. It was pretty much a date already. She had woken extra early that morning with the intent of getting everything in order before they left, but when she walked past her window, something on the sill outside caught her eye. A letter.
She opened the window and took the letter and wasted no time in opening it. The curiosity she had felt chilled into a heavy feeling of dread.
Traitorous coward, the letter read, If you have any ounce of honor within you, you will come to the cemetery and accept your punishment for deserting the family, or we will burn this mansion and everyone in it to ash.
There was no sign off, but (Y/n) didn’t need one to know it was Akira. She let the letter flutter to the ground and jumped out of the window so as not to be caught running down the halls. This was her mess to deal with. She would not allow anyone to be hurt because of her.
Part of her was hopeful she and Akira could talk it out, but she knew that wasn’t going to be very likely. Whatever happened today would be the final wedge between them.
She went to the cemetery and walked to the very last row. Though it was not specified, she had a feeling she’d find him near his father’s grave.
“There you are.” Though she expected it, (Y/n) stiffened at Akira’s icy tone. “Look who left her comfy new castle to finally face the consequences.”
“Aniki—“
“No, you are no sibling of mine. Not by blood nor bond.” Akira sneered, “I trusted you to do the right thing for this family. You’d think after taking you in, you’d have a sense of duty to avenge the man who took you off the streets and put food in your mouth.”
(Y/n) stood a bit taller, holding her head high, “I don’t regret letting them go. They did nothing wrong. I heard all about how you got your man in the end. That was all that needed to be done. It’s over.”
“Not until they’re all dead.” He growled, then sighed. “Here is how this is going to work. You tell me where they ran off to, or you will pay dearly.”
“I won’t tell you anything.” She declared almost talking over him with how quickly she replied.
“Oh, trust me,” he glared, “you will.”
People (Y/n) once considered family and friends had quietly surrounded them as they talked. And now were charging at her with the intent to harm. She managed to hold them off for a time, even incapacitated some after all the training she had done to become a demon slayer thus far, but between being outnumbered and her wounds still relatively fresh, she was beaten to the ground and held there at knifepoint barely able to breathe with the combined weight on top of her back.
“Start with the fingers.” Akira ordered cooly. “If she manages to hold out, we’ll move on to the toes. But before all of this is done we also have to take that tattoo back as well. Try to be as delicate as possible. I want to dry it out and hang it on my wall. My father always said it was one of his favorite works.”
“Stop!” (Y/n) squirmed beneath the weight, struggling to pry her wrist out of one of the many grabby hands. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth tightly, anticipating the first slice, but then she felt some of the weight get yanked away and her eyes shot open, craning her head back, she was surprised to see that the Calvary had arrived.
Inosuke cackled and crowed as he swiftly kicked outward like a hurricane, Kanao weaved behind thugs and struck them in their weak points, toppling them. Tanjirou delivered a few swift headbutts and even Zenitsu, though screaming, came through as well. Last but not least, Shinobu floated gracefully to the ground behind (Y/n), her smile too sharp and her eyes to dark to be considered kind. Her gaze was trained on Akira, challenging him.
“My home is filled with an array of trained fighters at all hours of the day, and our allies are many. You had best cut your loses and move on with your miserable life.”
Akira ground his teeth together and his eyes flickered all around him to see just how overpowered he was despite how small the opposing group was in comparison. He determined his clan was no match and called back his gang to retreat, but not before giving (Y/n) one last hateful glare.
While Inosuke cheered and cackled wildly around them, Shinobu dropped to the ground beside (Y/n) to check her over.
“Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Show me.”
“I’m alright, you guys got here just in time. How did you know where to find me?”
“I believe we had a date planned for today.” Shinobu reminded with just the tiniest hint of attitude. “I went to your room, saw the letter on the floor and rallied the troops. If something like this ever happens again, you better tell me instead of running off by yourself. We are stronger together.”
Now, Shinobu had a lot to say just then, but (Y/n) was still fixated on the first line. A date. She saw the outing to ask if she wanted to date as a date in and of itself!
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Shinobu asked, tilting (Y/n)’s head in her hands, “Are you concussed?”
“No! I mean, I don’t think I am, I just, you just—“
“Yes?” Shinobu coaxed with just a touch of impatience. If there was something wrong, she wanted to know about it as soon as possible.
“You-me-we-us— date?!”
Shinobu laughed, it was a little more unrestrained than her usual chuckles and it made (Y/n)’s heart palpitate.
“Yes, is that not what this outings was supposed to be?”
“Well,” she flustered, “technically no. It was supposed to be like a pre-date to ask if you would like to date… it sounds kinda silly when I say it out loud but—“
Shinobu then sighed and rested her forehead against (Y/n)’s. “I think it’s cute. But we can just start dating now. I think we’ve beaten around the bush for long enough.”
“Y-yeah? Okay.” A smile spread across (Y/n)’s face. “Awesome.”
Shinobu took (Y/n)’s hands in her own and placed a quick kiss on her cheek before helping her to her feet.
“Why are you stumbling around like you’re drunk?” Shinobu asked, finding it difficult to keep (Y/n) upright. “Perhaps I should check your pupils again.”
“No, no, I’m good! Great, even! A goddess just kissed my cheek!” (Y/n) beamed, hooking her arms around Shinobu’s shoulders.
“Don’t make me change my mind.” Shinobu warned, a light blush dusting her cheeks.
On the tail end of the sweetness of the moment, Inosuke butted between them to tell Shinobu how hungry he was despite Tanjirou, Kanao and Zenitsu’s best efforts to keep him back. Shinobu chuckled and nodded in understanding. They all marched back to the mansion and enjoyed a hearty breakfast together with the rest of the Butterfly girls, (Y/n) and Shinobu sitting hip to hip during the whole lively affair.
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I was literally thinking about all the fics where Stiles is like "and then Derek pushed me around 🥺" like... Derek did the steering wheel thing because Stiles made him STRIP FOR A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD BOY.
I started to read an article that opened up by criticizing the "physically abusive sterek ship" and backed out immediately, like you people need to remember that the show exists and that is not based in reality.
Pack mom Stiles.... gah. Stiles would never help Isaac with his homework. Derek would!! But Stiles? Hell no.
Stiles is literally a fucking creep. He walks around telling everyone that he loves Lydia. He has no boundaries. I love him that way. He's a snarky little asshole who would definitely just show up in Derek's apartment one day and Derek would be like "how did you get in here?" And then Stiles reveals that he pretended to be a doordash driver with a delivery and then picked the lock on Derek's front door.
fun fact my url before this one was creeperderek. i am fond of that url. he of loitering at tree lines and creepily disappearing into shadows in the boy's locker room for no fucking reason.
stiles does have a lack of boundaries and really intense anxiety about the people he cares about.
he listens to the police scanner regularly and monitors his father's diet due to his intense, almost uncontrollable anxiety about his father. he's terrified his dad will die and has an intense fear it will because of him.
all of that of course stems from his mother's death when he was so, so young and how claudia in her cognitive decline blamed stiles and accused him of trying to kill her.
this anxiety also extends to scott and melissa to various degrees due to their significance to the stability of his life for so long and why he's irrationally scared to tell his father the truth despite knowing if the sheriff understood what was really happening it would help more than hinder.
than there's other things like how he has a copy to the key to the mccall house that melissa isn't aware of and it's made pretty clear that stiles took the imitative. scott didn't give it to him.
scott doesn't seem all that bothered by this but scott is one of the few people who knows and mostly understand stiles. they live in each other's pockets. scott would be oddly touched but also be like bro what in the fuck? because really, stiles what the fuck?
people find that fucking weird and creepy.
it truly wouldn't surprise me at all if stiles had a copy of the loft key and derek knew he did and said nothing about it because these two are weird little freaks that probably have frequently creeped on each other.
we do get indications they speak outside of what we're shown. two little maladjusted bastards sharing one brain cell to creep on each other.
if stiles showed up in derek's loft derek probably wouldn't even be surprised. in fact he'd tell stiles he took longer than expected, peter did it better and he sucked.
it's so funny that fandom developed the idea that derek sneaks into stiles's bedroom all the time via the window and we literally never see this. it never canonically happens. though it's not said how derek got inside in wolf's bane so maybe a window but frankly i find it more plausible derek just, you know, broke in the house via a door.
putting a read more on this because i had a lot to say lol
stiles and lydia. ooh boy.
sentiment within fandom swayed a lot on these two and i've seen the common argument that sterek fans don't like stydia as a paring because it's not gay, or something to which i say lol no. i, personally, don't ship them romantically because for like 2 seasons stiles didn't see her as person and she mostly ignored his entire existence.
he fixated on lydia in the 3rd grade which would've been around the time claudia declined and than passed away. he held onto that crush tightly, put lydia on a pedestal making her more into an ideal than a person.
there's moments where we see them genuinely connect but there's so many scenes between the two of them until like season 3 that are cringe and uncomfortable. my main issue is that lydia never really says much about it either.
it's like until she becomes a real girl to stiles her position doesn't matter even when we see her be uncomfortable or weirded out around stiles.
we actually do see stiles and derek develop boundaries with each other. stiles uses derek to literally queerbait danny in wolf's bane. both derek and danny seem to realize this as it occurs and derek pointedly, purposefully retaliates with violence which isn't great but it makes it clear that derek is not okay with what stiles did and a line had been crossed. s2 has derek also indicate to stiles it's not okay to touch without permission.
remember the finger tippy taps stiles's gives derek when boyd dies? that's stiles having learned derek's physical boundaries over 3 seasons so that he is able to offer him comfort in a awful, terrible moment.
in conclusion derek and stiles aren't abusive and it's odd people latched onto that idea. they're abrasive assholes to each other and lack boundaries in the beginning because their maladjusted people for various reasons while also just being two little freaks about each other.
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Have you seen the first episodes of the final season of "The Crown"? What do you think about it? How realistic do you think this is? There are many similarities of the events that happened after the death of Diana between the show and the movie "The Queen". Had you watched it?
Yes, as far as I could recall in 1997, the events portrayed are mostly accurate. I even remember Charles hosting Camilla's 50th birthday party as a way to non-stealthily slide her into Diana's previous place. Meanwhile Diana was showing off her fabulous self to the press in St. Tropez so that her son William can have a peaceful vacation. While The Crown shows the important role of media every season, by its final season it drives home the point that the media isn’t just reporting on events, it’s an active participant in the lives of these people and institutions. Later, William and Harry helped their father feed the media so they can enjoy their holiday in Scotland. Sad to think present day real William using these skills to alienate his own brother and sister-in-law ...... so anyways...
The Crown set up parallelism between Charles and Dodi as two men born to incredible privilege and wealth, both were instructed by their parents to get with Diana while they were already seeing someone else. Charles' courtship of Diana was handled with a lot more care in season 4 compared to the hasty and half-baked one in season 6 even though Dodi's feelings for her are more genuine than Charles.
Elizabeth Debecki really grew into her role as Diana. In the previous season she seemed to be imitating Diana, but this season she embodied the character and commanded every scene with a force of nature that the script clearly couldn't conjure on their own anymore. Debecki makes Diana very likeable yet with just the right amount of selfishness and immaturity. She is compelling, charming, beautiful, fun, and sweet, but also can be calculating. She was also incredibly shy and would tilt her head down, so as not to be inconspicuous due to her height. Debicki's Diana really feels like a child trapped in an adult's body, thrown into adult situations.
Then the 3rd episode. I was surprised how tense I was getting and then realized it was filmed and directed to give the audience a sliver of the anxiety Diana felt on a regular basis. When Diana and Dodi were hiding in a jewelry store and then had to run out back because fans where banging on the front window, it looked like a zombie apocalypse scene.
Diana was basically a hostage of the al Fayeds. She’s trapped with Dodi who desperately wants something from her, who is being hounded by his father, Mohammed, who desperately wants something from her. I don't think The Crown showed that Mohammed wouldn't send backup after he told her to leave her security in England, which is why security around Diana was ridiculously small. The French authorities didn't know Diana was coming to their city so weren't prepared.
Diana and Dodi's last private conversation in the Ritz hotel was obviously a wish fulfillment, nonetheless the actors did a great job and makes you really feel for them, especially Dodi who until now was unsympathetic due to being so weak willed with his father. Diana's interaction with Dodi explains why he, like many others, was attracted to Diana. With her encouragement, Dodi took the first symbolic step standing up to Mohammed. Like I said, wish fulfillment for the audience.
After their tragic death, the "ghosts" of Diana and Dodi visit their respective families. I understand that the ghosts were not representing Diana and Dodi but the yearning of the living for the last goodbye and make sense when a loved one is lost so prematurely. And also how the memory of Princess Diana looms very large in the minds of people for decades, even to future generation born after her death.
Overall the 4 episodes were well done. My main criticism is they should have shown unprecedented mass public grief over her death as a kind of bookend to the unprecedented mass public adoration from season 4. I believed had she lived, Diana would have moved to the United States and possibly settle down in California like what her son, Harry, did. Rest in Peace, Princess Diana
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Fullmetal Alchemist Chapter 82
Last chapter ended with Ed eating a kebab. This chapter opens with him eating a loaf of bread.
Ed eating food with no concern for the situation is such a mood.
The couple Darius robbed were that rich couple from Rush Valley
I guess the underside of Al's loincloth has a pocket in it.
Hohenheim said Father is an imitation human. We've already seen it's true form, but that explains why Scar's Alchemy didn't work on him.
Everything about Cornello's plot seems like it was a pale imitation of Father's plans, including the reference to the sun. He probably got the idea of an immortal army unafraid of death from the Homunculi.
Once again, we have another example of Father's shoddy craftsmanship. Instead of actually removing Greed's former memories, Father just covered them up and considered it good. And the moment Greed started thinking for himself, everything fell apart.
When Greed was reawakened, Father quickly told him that he's not the same as the first Greed. And then Bido showed how similar Greed was to his former self, and the moment Greed started thinking for himself, everything started coming back.
Did you know memories are not just a single compartmentalized piece of the brain? There are several parts responsible for recollection of events, but there are completely different sections responsible for emotional feelings, learned skills, etc.
The point is, even if you forget why you love someone, that doesn't mean you forget that you do.
Greed vs Wrath has some kind of underlying ideology stuff. Wrath values nothing. He has admitted he will abandon comrades when necessary and he holds no beliefs. But Greed values everything. And he's the type who will lose his temper if you harm the people he cares about. And Greed adheres to certain morals.
Greed really learned from past experiences about how to fight. He lost to Wrath because he wasn't able to handle an opponent faster than him. Instead of tanking blows with his shield, Greed is opting for a more agile fighting style akin to Lin's.
His shield can only protect him wherever it's deployed. If he actually gets hurt, his body has to heal before he can use his shield. So relying solely on his shield to protect him is actually a risk because if he takes any injuries, his defenses completely fall apart.j
So the solution was to avoid getting hit and only use his shield when he truly can't dodge.
The night Greed assaulted Wrath, the moon was a waxing crescent. But it was a full moon at the end of the chapter. So somewhere between a week and ten days passed. Lin had control of his body for a while and likely had to stay hidden because Pride was hunting him.
It's always possible it took that long for Ed to reach Central by car. But if not, then the entire Greed incident would have had to happen somewhere around chapter 80.
There was a waxing crescent in chapter 62 as well. So roughly 6 weeks have passed since Ed and Al first encountered Father.
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Okay one more for bad beginning of Left Turn:
The have-not town has an annual fall festival complete with people selling hand made crafts, a few baking contests, a talent show, music, and a carnival. One of those sellers tents is always occupied by the changelings, the adults wearing masking charms and peddling 'Amish made' what-have-you, including utensils, wood crafts, and baked goods. It's the most lucrative time for the commune as people from outside the town come just for the fair, and often pays for more feed and antibiotics for their livestock for the winter months.
Zeke's always there with his handler and the commune's children (including his own), and it's genuinely his favorite thing of the year. While the amount of people has him instinctually on edge and anxious, the music, the smells, the sights, and the cotton candy make up for it in spades. His handler is a kind, if gruff, older woman, and is often happy to let him wander with any kids that want to go when business dies as the sun sets so long as he's back before they need to head home, which Zeke gladly takes advantage of every year.
This year, it's just Zeke's kids that want to follow their dad, both his son and daughter having garnered his fascination and relative comfort with life outside the commune. Even his daughter, who is 12 and close to adult teething age, is begging them to go off and get on some rides since this may be the last time she can come here and do so before she's an adult and has her own kids. Hard to say no to that, so Zeke takes his preteen and his six year old son to explore around, a few dollars in his pocket to get on at least two or three rides.
As fate would have it, Caleb is there and finds them pretty quick, his four year old daughter in tow and no wife to be seen. Zeke is quietly delighted, even more so when Caleb suggests they should pal around together, no reason to be single dads by themselves tonight. Zeke takes him up on it gladly, happy to have an excuse to spend time with the big guy and happy to see how well their kids get along as his daughter and son naturally take Caleb's girl under their wing.
It's a lively time; they wander around, play games, go on rides together, get various snacks Zeke knows his wife will get on him about giving the kids when their stomachs hurt later. There's an awkward bit where Zeke's funds run dry pretty quick, but Caleb eagerly foots the rest of the night unasked, waving away Zeke's protests by turning his kids against him. He grumbles, but lets Caleb, content with the children getting a better night.
As it's winding down, the closing hour of midnight fast approaching, their little group has found a quiet spot to rest on an empty spot of grass of the park the fair is in. Caleb's daughter is dozing in Zeke's lap, way past her bed time, her father's arm around Zeke as his son is trying to imitate a magic trick a carney showed him earlier. Zeke's daughter argues with her brother about how he's doing it wrong, and Caleb distracts them by doing the magic trick himself, pulling the coin from the boy's ear, much to his delight and the grumbling of the girl as she points out its not really the same since he's a witch, which starts a whole nother round of playful argument.
And Zeke has to remember to breathe as that arm around him squeezes his shoulders. He wants this. He wants all of this; to not have to leave in a few minutes back to the truck and the commune but instead to walk out with Caleb with their kids and with his arm still keeping him close. To a shared home. Together.
Like the family it's feels like they could be.
He doesn't get that, obviously, gathering up his kids and thanking Caleb for his generosity which gets him a hug that lingers on both ends. They go back to the commune, a quiet trip back. His wife scolds him as the kids complain about their stomachs but let's it go easily when it's clear they both had a great time otherwise.
He spends the rest of the night doing his assigned work around the commune and thinking, daydreaming, wanting for something he almost wished he hadn't been able to have a glimpse of tonight.
#monster dude and gym bro#this has caught my brain#i apologize#caleb loses that fucking argument too#cannot hold a debate with a twelve year old#zeke is around 37 and caleb is 32 in this btw
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I'm little disappointed that it seems like Touya has back pedaled instead of making a positive development, but I don't want to speak too soon either. But now that we are back to Touya & Shoto (possibly) maybe we will get the actually heart to heart that will lead to actual change and Shoto saving his brother's heart.
I'm not worried.
While I voiced distaste months ago for the idea of him going berserk and killing everyone (which he's on fire but he hasn't killed anyone there from what we've been told), the WAY it's happening is fine with me. And honestly after the Endeavor vs AFO chapters the followed Touya v. Shouto--this makes more sense in the grand scheme of things.
Touya tried to imitate Shouto's power. And Touya's inner thoughts are still being shielded from us quite a bit. His backstory was really the most insight into his character we've ever gotten. And there are still questions that need to be answered. Questions like, what was he thinking when this happened:
What did it mean? I mean, we know from context, but Touya has to acknowledge what it meant at some point. Now's not the time though.
And the main reason I'm not worried is exactly that panel. Because disregarding Touya's relatively safe position in the story, Shouto's is even more safe. And his moment with his brother is supposed to make a difference. Even if the difference isn't apparent yet, it will show eventually.
The thing about Touya is that Shouto seeing him isn't the end goal of what he wanted. It's pretty obvious that Touya showed a bit of appreciation toward the opportunity of getting to talk to someone from his family, and spill his past. AND let out all those ugly feelings toward his brother (and indirectly, he voiced them toward himself too). But the bottom line is that Enji--his dad--is the one he wants to be seen and acknowledged by.
He wants to be acknowledged as his father's son. He wants to feel like his father is actually that--his father:
That's always, always been what he's wanted.
So the effects of his moment with Shouto probably will not show or be acknowledged by Touya himself, until he gets what he needs from Endeavor.
It's that tunnel vision. It's SO painfully obvious during his fight with Shouto. He can't see past what he wants--his dad. The things he was spouting during their fight weren't focused on the abuse or neglect the family suffered through. Nope, not at all. All Touya could talk about was how lucky Shouto should have felt to be born the way he was, and how he should have capitalized on his circumstances more than he did. He just criticized his brother for basically not acting the way he--Touya--would have acted had he been able to do everything his dad wanted of him.
It really shows where Touya's strongest feelings lie. He wants his dad in his life--for better or for worse. Even if it means living their very last moments and then dying together.
And the thing to remember is that we as readers know more than Touya does. Keep that in mind--
This is the most important, and it's really the last piece of the puzzle needed to complete Touya's salvation.
So imo--it fully checks out that Touya is still "NO >:( where is my dad". Because the main thing he's been wanting hasn't been given to him yet.
Side note: I think I'm safe to assume that Touya called out for Skeptic's assistance because he wanted him to either warp him to Endeavor, or warp Endeavor to him. Based on the context--Skeptic mocking and calling him a daddy's boy, and then Skeptic explaining Endeavor's circumstances as if to explain why he couldn't completet Touya's request. That's just a guess based off the tiny bit of detail we got. We shall see. The rest of this post still stands though regardless.
#bnha#bnha spoilers#bnha meta#kind of not really#bnha asks#anonymous#todoroki shouto#todoroki touya#dabi#bnha 363
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So This is Love || Age of Ultron 2: “Uncle Steve Knows Best”
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My foot tapped against the floor to the light upbeat tune playing from the elevator's speakers. Eyes, staring up at the rising number above the doors.
My mini-party didn't last long as my destination was only a floor above the helipad.
As soon as the doors opened, I was greeted by Steve's startled expression. "Y/N," he said my name like it was unnatural to find me in my own home.
"Mister Rogers!" My hand shot up in a mock salute.
He shook his head. "You make me sound like the old guy from that kid's show you used to watch," he chuckled.
"I'm not too far off," I shrugged smugly. Although my smile fell as the elevator doors began to shut, making me squeeze through at the last minute.
Steve only laughed. "You calling me old, kiddo?" He jerked his head up towards the stairs, indicating that I follow him.
"Does it really count as being old if you've been asleep for like... a million years and still look young?" I partially joked as we traversed up the stairs.
"Sixty-six years," he scoffed. "And that depends on how you see it. I'm either 30ish or 100ish."
"So you're like my Uncle Grandpa?" I snorted.
"That sounds... Pretty lame. As you would say."
"I think it sounds cooler to brag about having an uncle who's a hundred years old and can still kick ass," I said, poorly imitating the punches I've seen him throw.
He laughed at me. "Don't say ass," he scolded, raising his hand to ruffle my hair to which I whined.
Silence washed over us and I turned around to find Steve had stopped halfway up the stairs. The smile he directed at me began to feel a bit forced if not beginning to feel pitiful.
"What?" I asked.
Then he asked me a question...
A question that seemingly came out of nowhere. A question I didn't expect to catch me off guard. A question that deprived me of the positive energy I felt when bantering with Steve just a moment ago.
"You doin' okay?"
"What do you mean?" I knew what he meant. I just wanted to be sure before I suffocate him with years of worry and anxiety.
"After what happened with Loki, you've been very..." He paused. "You've been around more. Not that having you around a lot isn't nice. I just can't see your dad without you tailing him like you're part of his shadow. Not to mention being the first face we see every time we land the jet."
I huffed, tilting my head up at the see-through walls of my father's lab. The same lab I was on my way to before our untimely encounter. A look of uncertainty replaced the one of worry on Steve's face.
"At first I thought it was puberty but I realized that was stupid." He continued to climb, catching up with me and putting an arm around my shoulders. "Come on. Tell uncle Steve what's wrong."
A small smile flashed on my lips for a mere second. "I... I'm scared... For my dad's well being," I answered. It wasn't what he was expecting but I wasn't sure if it was what I was expecting either.
"Of course. But there's something else, isn't there? You want to be able to do something more than just sit and wait each time we go out." Steve pushed on, pushing us along. I glanced up at the lab, seeing my dad and Bruce having their own conversation.
It got me thinking.
Being overprotective of my father because I couldn't help. Because of the barrier standing between me and being there beside him every time he went and faced whatever dangers were out there.
The same barrier that would've divided him from the rest of the Avengers if only he didn't have that damn suit...
And then it clicked.
I turned to look at Steve who seemed amused by the sudden shine in my eyes as I realized what I was missing this entire time.
"I wanna be an Avenger."
That, apparently, wasn't the answer Steve was looking for when the colour drained from his face.
But the adrenaline coursed through my veins at the revelation I had just made.
"I wanna have my own suit! So I can be part of the team and go on super cool missions with you guys and never have to worry about my dad ever again because I'll always be there!"
Steve dropped his arm from my shoulders and rapidly shook his head at that. "No, Y/N. That's not what I meant. You're only fifteen-"
"Why not? I learned Taekwondo when I was seven! With my dad's tech, I could be the next Iron Man! I'm gonna go!" I exclaimed, pushing past Steve and darting back down towards the elevator. "Thanks, Uncle Steve!"
"Y/N, wait!"
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The next time I ever saw my dad after my talk with Steve was days later.
He and Bruce spent late nights in the lab, working on something they refused to let me know about.
I wasn't too upset. I was thankful it gave me time to build up the courage to ask him about a suit.
After all, it's what gave him the ability to fight with the Avengers. Plus they could always use the extra hand. I didn't know what else I could do if I couldn't look out for my dad with him on the front lines.
All I had to do was find him. The task already being a hassle as I struggled to get hold of Jarvis right as the party began. I waved it off as a delay, thinking it was my father showing him off to his guests.
I had bumped into every single person in the room except my father. Half the people already pulled me into lengthy conversations and jokes about my life as a modern-day Rapunzel having not left the tower since I was born. Some even tried to get me to put a good word in with my dad who I myself could not, for the life of me, find.
I was surprised he didn't spot me seeing as my pink dress made me stick out like a sore thumb. I wasn't particularly fond of it as it made me look half my age but it was something he designed so I didn't get lost in the sea of people.
Pretty ironic.
I was ready to give up, plucking a glass of red wine from one of the unguarded tables with no intention of actually drinking it, and aiming for a sofa to collapse into when I heard someone clear their throat to my right.
... Or cover up the word "Testosterone" with a forced cough.
I turned to where it came from and smiled seeing Maria and Rhodey walking away from Thor who was conveniently standing next to Tony.
"Hey! There she is!" my father pointed at me then squinted his eyes at the cup in my hand. "Is that wine?"
I eyed the people around me and quickly handed the glass to a random passerby before skipping towards the duo. "Not a drop, I swear," I ran a finger over my chest, crossing my heart.
He grumbled out, "Good. I don't want to see you turn out like I did."
"Thor! Have you greeted Thor?" He asked as quickly as a look of concern flashed on my face.
I shook my head and smiled at the god who was almost twice my height. "Good evening, sir," I spoke meekly.
Talking to Thor wasn't the most fun thing in the world. As easily as I get along with most of the team, Thor was just one of those I couldn't seem to keep a conversation with. Which was strange seeing as I would've loved to hear all about the realistic bits of Norse mythology.
"Greetings, young Stark..."
Silence...
Awkward silence...
Then a cough from my dad. "Alright. Hey, little Neoma! Uh- Thor, could you excuse us?"
I was pulled-... No, dragged by my dad by the heels of my peach-coloured doll shoes which scraped against the polished floorboards.
"I should put a tracker on you. That was a hell of a first hour," he joked as we stopped by a support beam.
I didn't have time to waste. Losing him now would mean spending ages finding him again. "Dad, I wanted to ask you something."
"Straight to the point. Go on." He leaned against the beam.
I took a deep breath. "Can I get fighting lessons?" I asked, already regretting it when the positive energy emitting from my father turned sour.
He didn't respond, trying to read my face for any hints that I was merely joking while at the same time trying to process an answer.
"What? Like self-defence stuff? Taekwondo? Or Karate?" He lifted his hand to mimic a chop, dropping it immediately and making it seem like he changed his mind halfway.
"... I want to learn to fight like Aunt Natasha and Uncle Steve. If not, I want a suit like yours so I can-"
"Are you joking?" He asked genuinely. "Is this a joke? Okay, I get it. It's payback for the whole 'sentient' thing, isn't it?" He laughed. "Because like hell am I gonna put my fifteen-year-old daughter in an Iron Man suit. Heck, even if you were thirty, I wouldn't put you in a suit."
I felt my heart sink, hands clenching at my sides. "I don't think I can spend another day with you risking your life out there while I'm in here not doing nothing to help whatsoever!" I argued.
"And I don't think I can spend even a second fighting and babysitting you, praying to God that when I come home, you come home with me... Alive and well," he spoke sternly, leaning in to make sure I heard him loud and clear over the party.
My breathing hitched as I did everything in my power not to cry right then and there. I opened my mouth to speak.
"You want fighting lessons? I'm finding you a trainer. For self-defense," he finished the conversation for us both.
My head began to ache, unable to situate my feelings and thoughts after the exchange with my father.
I never was good with emotions and feelings...
Wonder whose fault that was.
He sighed and spoke up again, this time in a kinder tone. "Look, Munchkin... We talked about this. What I'm doing is for your safety. I can't let the world go to shit when I know my little girl is in it..."
I frowned, dropping my eyes down to the shiny floorboards.
"I swore on my life that I'd be there to see you live yours. So don't ever worry about me not coming home. Because every time I find myself stuck in a situation I think I can't get out of, I remind myself..." He paused to run a hand through my hair softly, lifting my head to look me in the eyes.
Whatever he was about to tell me, I always knew the meaning behind the words was that he does everything for me. I just never understood to what extent.
I was always selfish. Always wanting the best of both worlds. Where our planet was guaranteed safety and I had my father with me. But I knew I had to accept whatever the conditions were, living under Tony Stark's roof.
So I was ready to ball my eyes out the moment he finished his heartfelt message.
"I'm not ready to leave all my money with Y/N."
I snorted, shoving his hand off my head and turning to wipe the stray tears that had escaped from the build-up.
"I hate you." He scoffed at that and put his drink down on a nearby counter to wrap both his arms around me.
"I don't think you do," he whispered when I returned his embrace. "Please listen to me when I say this, Neoma... I love you. And there isn't a day where I won't come back to you."
That's all I needed to hear.
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#Peter Parker#peter parker x reader#peter parker x you#peter parker x stark!reader#peter parker fluff#peter parker x stark!daughter#mcu#marvel#marvel reader insert#slowburn#sheltered reader
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Admin-san what are some kiseki and subaru headcanons? I would love to know more about their father-daughter moments ^_^
Thank you very much for this ask and showing interest in my little baby. uwu
These headcanons were written together with @subaruwu since they have a much better grasp on Subaru than I do. (I fail as a Subaru stan, I know. :'')
My headcanons (from Kiseki's POV)
1. Kiseki developed a strong connection with her father from a very young age onwards. As a newborn, she would never sleep alone in her crib and could only fall asleep when Subaru would take her into their coffin and lay her on top of his chest.
2. As a toddler, she began to adapt his behavior more and more. She even picked up on his manner of speech with her first ever word being 'fuck' (くそ). -> comic here
3. When it was time for her to enter kindergarten, she was very adamant about changing her hairstyle to imitate her dad. At first she would bump into furniture because it obscured her eyesight, but she has learnt to make it work.
4. Kiseki refers to Subaru as 'papa' (パパ). As a result, Ayato and Laito now pick on Subaru by mockingly calling him 'papa-baru'.
5. Subaru can basically do nothing wrong in Kiseki's eyes. While Sharon never holds back to call Subaru out on his flaws (of which there are many, trust me), Kiseki will always take his side.
6. When they had to talk about what they would like to become in the future as part of one of her kindergarten classes, she answered 'I want to become papa's bride' without hesitation. Sharon would like to object.
7. Another time they had to talk about their heroes/the person they look up to and Kiseki prepared a whole 20-minute speech on all of the things which make her papa the best one in the whole wide world.
8. The other kids at her kindergarten and even the teacher are honestly horrified of Subaru. He came to pick her up once and saw how she got pushed by one of the boys in her class which unleashed an unstoppable anger inside of him because how dare that scoundrl hurt his perfect little princess. All the teachers and some of the other parents had to combine forces to stop him from punching the kid into another dimension.
@subaruwu's headcanons (from Subaru's POV)
i. Little Kiseki is the kind of child who wanders into the garden and makes friends with every breathing organism within a 3 mile radius. Animals are drawn to her the way they are drawn to her father as well. And besides, they're so much less scary than, for instance, other kids. It's easier to 'socialize' with them.
She finds all kinds of critters and presents them proudly to her parents so that they may greet them as well. Subaru then instructs her to place them gently back into nature…. But sometimes he fails. and then Sharon will discover a frog in the bathtub.
ii. Subaru religiously reads Kiseki to sleep every day. Sometimes, he even makes up stories: those are her favorite.
iii. Anything Kiseki wants, Subaru gets her— within reason. He should really consider himself LUCKY his daughter has such a sweet soul, otherwise she'd be spoiled rotten at this point.
iv. He can spend literal hours just staring at her. Specifically when she was a newborn, he'd just be completely enthralled watching her nap in his embrace. As we've talked about before, her mere existence has boosted his self confidence on some level. He made this perfect, sweet girl- so that must mean he can't be all bad.
v. Using a silly voice, he sometimes converses with her through Kuro-san… only when no one else is around, though!
vi. Subaru does not like having to share Kiseki's attention with his brothers. ;-; And he gets really jealous and annoying. 'this is MY baby'
vii. As we know and have seen in the past, she imitates his behavior… and it embarrasses him. Kiseki really holds a mirror up to him this way. He's trying to be better, but doesn't fucking succeed god fucking damn it old fucking habits die so fucking hard.
viii. Subaru tries his best to set rules. But Kiseki doesn't always follow them. So he's like "…. aight. it is what it is." — correlates with his ass spoiling her xd. Kiseki is just… the exception in some many ways. He can't get mad at her.
ix. Subaru approaches the world with his emotions, Kiseki approaches the world with her mind. They learn from each other each day.
x. Kiseki and Subaru are both very passionate. Subaru wants to share the world with his little baby and be with her all the time but Kiseki the gemini will eventually desire freedom
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Hello ! May I asked for a Neteyam x mtf reader, daughter of Ronal and Tonowari, where they can’t stand each other, but one day there’s kinda an annual celebration and no men wants to dance with her bc she’s trans, so Neteyam took it upon himself to ask her, to everyone surprise ?
It can be angsty or fluffy, your choice for the context (bonus id there’s their families reactions) thank you !
Simple Dance PT. 1
Dude this is such a beautiful request. I am genuinely excited to write this for you. And I am so sorry that I got this to you late! I had a shit ton of work to do :( But it is here for you to hopefully, enjoy :) Also I decided to turn it into a multi part series. It probably wont be to long but I hope you like what I have in store for you!
Arriving to the Metkayina islands was nerve wracking to say the least. He could see it in Kiri's face, how nervous she was. He noticed the way that she gripped the netted shall around her. He also noticed the way Tuk searched for their mothers hand. Neteyam could see the way she gripped it like a lifeline.
Neteyam held his arms out imitating his father, trying to show he was indeed, not a threat. He looked around the crowd of unfamiliar faces. Back home, he knew everyone. And everyone knew him. The future Olo'eyktan, the soon to be leader of his clan. Yet here, he knew no one. And no one knew him. He was an outsider, simple as that.
New faces approached him and his family. Three people emerged from the crowd, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, a young boy around their age, and a girl that seemed to have caught Lo'ak's attention.
Neteyam looked to his father for guidance on everything. Especially in this situation with new people and a completely new environment. He paid close attention to his mother and fathers interactions with Ronal and Tonowari. He listened to the way that his father explained that they needed asylum. That his family needed a new home.
Neteyam noticed the way your head tilted and judged the family in front of you. You thought to yourself Asking for asylum in your home. How dare they?!?! They had no right to bring their war with them to your beautiful home. Similar thoughts rushed through your head and all you felt was anger while looking at the Sully family.
You were an exact replica of Ronal, the similarities did not stop at the head tilt and judgment filled eyes, you had her face shape, beautiful blue eyes and soft smile. You looked just like her.
When Neteyam finally realized that your eyes were filled of anger and even an ounce of betrayal, he was extremely cautious. Especially when you and your brother Ao'nung began protesting your fathers decision on letting him and his family stay. He was suddenly even more nervous than he had been in the first place.
After your father shut down yours an Ao'nung's protests, he finally learned your beautiful name. Y/N, the most gorgeous name Neteyam had ever heard. Tonowari introduced his children, starting from Ao'nung, to you, and to Tsyira your little sister.
Tsyira led the way to their new home, showing him and his family the village. You following closely next to her, blatantly ignoring everyone besides Tuk, who pulled at your top and bounced on the soft nets of the ground that held the village up.
You and Tsyira decided to let the large family settle in. You, being more than glad that you didn't have to spend another moment with the outsiders.
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The Sully's didn't waste any time getting to work. If there was one thing that you would admit, it was that they were all hard workers. While Tsyira and Roxto taught the Sully children to breath underwater and dive, you taught the Sully children to hunt underwater.
You were one of the tribes best hunters, but often went overlooked due to you being different than all of the other hunters. Yes you were the clan leaders daughter, but that really didn't help your case.
You demonstrated what herbs and fish to gather, and how to not take too much from the ocean, as she would take back just as plentily. You showed the Sully family that the Ocean could be a beautiful place. And you may have been starting to grow, at least, a little bit tolerable of them.
You and Tuk got close first. You helped her understand the ocean more and see the beauty of her new home. You warmed up to Kiri next, then Lo'ak (as your sister had taken a particular liking to him) and finally Neteyam. While you sooner or later warmed up to him, it took you a long time. He didn't particularly like you either as you tended to snicker at Ao'nung's jokes in the beginning. When you started warming up to his family however, you quickly scolded Ao'nung and even stood up for the Sully family. Especially Lo'ak and Kiri, as they both were old enough to be made fun of, and they both had four fingers.
You also helped Jake and Neytiri with hunting and gathering underwater. Helping them learn how to hold their breath, though they weren't as good as their children. They were kind to you. Especially Neytiri. She saw something in you something that reminded herself of well, herself.
Neteyam's parents liked you. They automatically saw the potential love brewing under the neutral feels that you an Neteyam shared. Especially Neytiri, as her mother had given a message from Eywa. A message that said a woman would mate with Neteyam after a big change in the families life. A woman who was different than the others. A woman that was not born a woman but instead had been led by Eywa to her true form.
Neteyam didn't notice it at first. Your deeper voice that made you cringe, or your bigger form (though you were still young, your form wasn't big at all you were just self conscious) or even the way others treated you. That was untill Lo'ak's dumbass pointed out how none of the other villagers really liked you.
You had always been a helper, helping the village in any way that you could. But when you had "come out" as Jake would later call it, no one treated you the same. They refused any and all of your help besides the younger women and children. They didn't care nor did they perfectly understand. They just saw Eywa leading you to a new path.
This is how your mother saw it as well. Eywa leading you on a different path than that of the one you were born on. She saw it when you were very young. And no matter what you did she would always love you.
Your father was very similar. He loved you no matter what and he would lead the village into loving you as well. He also always followed his mates lead, so there is that.
After around three months of the Sully family settling in, the village decided to hold a festival for their complete integration into their society. At this time you and Neteyam had grown a bit closer. Finding excuses to hang out with each other, Neteyam and you could finally say that you liked each other. In more ways than one.
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"Y/N! Come look at what I found!" Screamed Tuk as she ran over to you in your family home. You had been prepping things for the festival and your mother wanted everything to be perfect.
"What is it Tuk?" You said to her gently while she dragged you to her siblings. Looking up your eyes met Kiri's and you smiled at her then your eyes moved to the closest person. Neteyam. He looked particularly handsome today with his ceremonial paint on. Though you would never admit that to him.
Tuk pointed to the shiny pearls that she found on the sand right, before the shore. You smiled at her and said "It seems that Eywa wanted to give these to you Tuk. If you would like I can net them into a top for you?" You held the small girls hand as she gripped you tightly. She smiled and repeatedly nodded her head.
"Y/n, how has been preparing for the festival? My family would have loved to help, that is if anyone in the village would let us." Neteyam said, almost desperate to get your eyes on him. He had grown quite fond of you lately.
You smiled at Neteyam, you said gently, "It's been quite nice, thank you. I have always loved preparing for festivals with my mother. She is amazing at setting up floral pieces for people to wear or hand out. And we want it to be special for your family. This is why you do not work today."
Neteyam looked at you, today you seemed different. You had the most beautiful paint covering your tummy and face. It covered the tattoos on your nose, cheeks, and stomach. Though the paint did not take away from your beauty. Neteyam mentally thanked Eywa for letting him see you like this.
You gently grabbed the pearls from Tuks hands as she held them out for you. You smiled, you did a lot of that with the Sully children. They made the village's scrutiny disappear. They treated you with respect even when they found out that you were not born a woman. They treated you with love and care, just the way you should have when they sought refuge in your home.
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Prepping for the ceremony went by quicker than you realized. The whole village was lit up with lanterns and a huge bon fire on the beach. People were dancing, no one sat still, besides you.
Sitting there on the sand next to the ocean is where Neteyam saw you. You seemed lonely there, not participating in the fun of the ceremony, not dancing with the Sully children. All alone.
Before he knew what he was doing, Neteyam made his way over to you with a small smile on his face. You looked as if you had been crying, poofy eyes and a frown on your face.
"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be dancing with someone, daughter of the Olo'eyktan and all." Neteyam said trying not to step on your toes. He failed.
Your frown deepened before you looked up at Neteyam. "No one wants to dance with a freak like me." You said it quietly and simply. The simple statement broke Neteyam's heart.
"What do you mean no one wants to dance with you? I'm right here aren't I?" His head tilted to the side and a smile grew on his face. Your head snapped up to him.
"Seriously? You? Want to dance with me? Why?" You said this just as quietly as before. Why the hell would Neteyam want to dance with you of all people? You were different than all the other village women. He could easily find a real women to dance with. These thoughts rushed through your head before he interrupted them.
"Who wouldn't want to dance with a pretty girl like you?" He said sweetly. He didn't mean to flirt, but at the same time he totally did. He knew exactly what was coming out of his mouth and he knew that he could control it. Neteyam held his hand out for you to grab.
You glanced up at his face to see if he was joking. When you realized that he was genuine, you smiled and gently gripped his hand in yours.
Pushing your feet though the sand you and Neteyam finally made it to the crowd of people dancing. Your smile grew when you saw Kiri, Tuk, Lo'ak and Tsyria. They danced together happily and forgot about all the problems that Pandora currently held.
Seeing their children dance together. Netyiri, Jake , Ronal, and Tonowari held a collective smile. They knew this would happen sooner or later. With you and Neteyam getting closer and with how often you managed to see each other. It was bound to happen. Though, you only danced, Ronal and Neytiri knew what the future would bring. They both knew it would be bright for their two children.
#submission#neteyam x reader#neteyam x female reader#neteyam x metkayina!reader#neteyam sully#avatar way of water#avatar 2#avatar 2 fanfic
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About the Muse (Dr. Frederick Chilton, NBC Hannibal)
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Dr. Frederick Chilton is an arrogant, self-absorbed man who desires nothing more than to be admired and recognized in the world of psychiatry. He had initially attempted to achieve this notoriety as a surgeon, but he lacked the skills necessary and thus switched to a different medical field. He always seems to be in Hannibal's shadow, and it bothers him. So much so that he attempts to imitate the man more than he may even realize.
Like Freddie Lounds, he resorts to shady means to attain his desired status. However, he always seems to fall short, regardless.
Here’s Chilton’s Wiki Bio for more information if you haven’t seen the show ❤️
Hello, there! My name is Casper. I’m transmasc non-binary (my pronouns are they/them/theirs or he/him/his) and I’m over the age of 30. I’m neurodivergent as fuck, and, despite writing for shady characters, I’m a soft boi 😅
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His arrogance and superiority stem from deep-seeded feelings of not being good enough (though, is this even really a headcanon? It's implied canon lol).
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the sparrow enjoyers do we think giuliani is gay? i'm trying to parse the implications of this exchange on page 214 (italics mine) and am not sure if i'm reading too far into it. gonna put it below the cut
"'The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is the middle of the night.' Are you not concerned to be in the bedroom of someone so notorious?" Sandoz asked with theatrical insolence. He stretched the thin bruised arms out negligently, resting them on the top of the headboard, and raised one knee.
The pose would have been lascivious but for the sheets, Giuliani thought, and at the same time it might have been a deliberately provocative imitation of the figure on the crucifix just above the man's head. Vince Giuliani had been taken in by this kind of doubled-edged mockery once, but no longer, and he refused to be baited. Given a label, he realized now, Sandoz was apt to show his contempt with burlesque.
"Are you not concerned," Sandoz pressed, with great sincerity, "that, alone and unsupported, you will make a decision that gives scandal?"
It was devastatingly accurate. Giuliani heard his own voice, saw his own pious self-assurance mirrored, and found it difficult not to look away. "What can I do to help you, Emilio?" he asked.
this all happens immediately after giuliani admits himself and other students referred to emilio as "god's best beloved" and emilio refers to himself as "god's whore."
this first quote is sappho's fragment 48. obviously there's an Implication in quoting sappho. and then, right after referring to himself as a whore, emilio asks giuliani what it might look like if the father general is seen in emilio's bedroom. so there's another big Implication there.
in what way was giuliani "taken in" by this kind of mockery before? the previous sentence describes emilio's posture as "lascivious" and "provocative." we haven't seen anyone confront giuliani with this kind of behavior before in the novel, so we have to assume this is referencing an event we don't directly witness.
by now emilio's basically abandoned implication. he's called himself a whore, intentionally posed sluttily, quoted sappho, and then asked giuliani about what he might do to "god's whore" that would give rise to scandal. and then—
"it was devastatingly accurate." emilio knows exactly how to charm people, so he also knows exactly how to get under people's skin. up until this point, he has gone out of his way to avoid physical contact or intimacy, even refusing candotti's entirely innocent attempts to massage his aching, atrophied hands. but now he deliberately sexualizes himself. why would he do this unless he knew it would get under giuliani's skin? and why would it get under giuliani's skin unless he really was gay?
so what's the deal here i am reading too far into things or is vince gay. or am i being stupid and it's confirmed that he's gay later in the book and i just have a shitty memory
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i know the show (and george himself) claimed that george was the opposite side of ross but honestly i never saw it. and the more i thought about george's S1 portrayal (the only one i can bear) the more i realized that, sorry folks, he and francis are far more "two sides of the same coin" of a duo than he and ross.
now let me cook. look at both men from the outside. they're weak personality wise (or, to avoid like i'm bashing francis, weakER than ross), have huge daddy issues and because of that are deeply insecure (george out of rejecting his father's love out of shame, francis' from constantly belittled out of his father's favoritism for ross), are constantly trying to show they are strong enough to stand on their own (and failing); heck they even surrounded themselves with "stronger" people to convince themselves of their attempts at strength (francis with george, george with his fake friends group that went in a puff of smoke for no reason).
so where does the contrasts lie? where's the "two sides of the same coin" at? a simple fact: one has the love of ross. you see the more i think of it, francis had more of a chance to become george if it wasn't for his family (but in this case, we'll just say ross). say that ross wasn't his cousin but, seen from afar, unable to be grasped like george's POV. i really think that he would be jealous over his father's favoritism to the point of viewing him as george does: having a hatred and enamoring for him at the same time.
the very idea of them being "friends" at all is such a deeply interesting thing to think about. because if you ask me it was a long time coming. they're just too similar for something not to happen. and as i said the only thing that really prevented francis from becoming "bad" (or george) was that he ross (or in this case, he is synonymous with love now) and george didn't. so what happens if you take ross out of the question? exaaactly. it also makes me think of ross questioning liz on francis and george's "friendship" after he came back. it genuinely surprised him. and of course he would be, since he and francis were inseparable all their lives. it's also interesting to see the dynamic of francis and george by itself as well? the fact that george drew francis away from ross (love) and into his own world of darkness and self pity. and that the only way francis could stand up to him is if he gained security and self worth (i should also add here that, interestingly, the both considered suicide. and while the one became stronger from it, the other became weaker. i would argue that the one who became stronger only had the ability to because he had love, while the other doesn't even know what it is).
for my last comparison i would love to touch on george's seduction of francis, because it is truly so riveting to me. in his preying on francis, george is already coming from a weak mindset. he doesn't know love (in my opinion, he's incapable of it but i believe he can come close to it if pushed that way) and as such has no real interest in francis. and he knows that (1 as an outsider (2 the fact he's not ross will never get his attention, so instead he puts on a facade of a stronger man that will attract him. any normal person would see right through george and know he's faking it, but the vulnerable and equally weak francis falls for it (inevitably imo). notice how verity was never friends with george? nor charles. and liz always had an arms length relationship with him. no, the only person who was ever close with him was francis. and so in this relationship, we see two weak men feeding off of each other's insecurities, insignificant self worth and fathered rejection. francis falls for george's imitation of strength, which in of itself is starkingly weak that he cannot find a shred of himself that is good to use on francis, so he just does what he always does in life, taking parts of actual strong people and applying to it himself in a way of survival, almost. the only way such a deeply messed up could work on anyone is if they were as weak or even weaker than him. thus in comes francis, who happens to be connected to the man he's obsessed about. he must have thought he was blessed from above.
as for george and ross, what can i say? besides that they were rivals (mostly on george's end anyway) both lived in cornwall, i guess? i have tried to make a connection on the yin/yang affect and nothing much came to mind which made me believe the push for it was contrived. i could write even more about francis and george, however, but i'll stop here.
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Day 4: A fully package suitcase
First I need to thank @shinoposting for letting me use your Shima Aburame for this short scenes, althought as I mentioned you I really want to use her in the fic, however, I saw that she could fit vert well in this tiny scenery. Reina leaving the hospital after her long and tiresome staying. Hope you like it and everyone else who want to have a look at it.
Words: 829 (Yes, I know that everythign that I ahve written so far is very small and tiny. Let me experiment with scenes, characters and interactions okey? Okey!)
-Did you package everything, little bug? - Shima’s voice startled Reina, she smiled at her. She entered the room with a smile - Last day here, are you happy about it? - Reina’s cheeks were completely red - Finally - The lady laughed and got closer - Remember that you still need to come to rehab every two days, your hive still needs more recovery that your body. - she patted her shoulder - I know Shima, but I can finally go out! Shino has told me about this… what was the name..Ah Muta’s father bakery shop! He says that you just can sit there with some pastries and spend the afternoon reading there. Also, Cho mentions about these boutiques apparently she is loving those and she, look! - Reina opened her tiny package and showed her doctor a lovely blouse. It was covered in flowers and the cloth was quite thin, more of a summer clothing or even for sunny spring days like that one. She put it over her own blouse - I love it! - she smiled showing all her teeth without shame - I do want to see the clothes that she tells me about. Oh! Also, Shino says that he will take me to the flower shop. I did not know that Inoichi owns a shop here. I really want to see it, surely it would be lovely - her excitement could not be held back and she just kept rumbling about everything that she wanted to do. The doctor kept her smile.
-Shino has come quite often here lately. I have seen those flowers that he has brought to you - Reina froze for a moment and could not hide her faint smile from her face - Yes, he has been kind… he has tried to make my stay a little bit more bearable.. No, don’t think that you haven’t been nice or the other doctors, you have you are really nice really I like it a lot you have been really nice - Shima laughed and held her shoulder - Calm down, breathe! - Reina stopped her tracks and a gentle knock was on the door. Takeo tried his hardest to forget what he just heard. The doctor had talked about Shino with him, trying to ease the man’s troubles towards the future head of the clan. Takeo still felt uneasy about leaving her there in Konoha, so he had started his own particular way to stay there. He started to work for the Torture and Intelligence department, quite a fitting job once he was out of Reina’s sight, he would not deny that he also liked the fact that he could explore his instinct been the shinobi doing what he always felt that was born to do.
Takeo entered the room with a bouquet of flowers and some hand-made cookies - For you Shima, thank you for taking such good care of Reina - he bowed and offered the bouquet and the cookies - Grandpa’s ! - Reina smiled recognizing the lettering - Grandpa did them, didn’t he? - Reina was over excited, Takeo gave her a gentle look - Oh! - She went immediately closer to her dad and imitated him bowing towards Shima. She took the bouquet and the box of cookies with a smile - You did not have to do it. Thank you - Takeo looked at her - You and your team had taken good care of my dear daughter. I would never be able to compensate for what you and your team have done for me and my family - Reina kept her head in a bow. Takeo stood up and Reina imitated him. Shima just smiled gently and nodded, accepting the present with gratitude.
They started to walk away from the hospital, Reina thanked everyone on her way out. Shima accompanied them outside. When the hospital door opened Reina raised her hand timidly and grated someone on the steps of the hospital. Shima smiled and patted Takeo’s shoulder - The more you deny it the worse it would be - Takeo took all the air that could in. - I know…-said in a low voice. He was afraid of letting her go, of losing her. Shino gave a gentle bow to the three of them, and held in his hand a bouquet and a small package with a present for her. Torune and Fuu were right behind him and also smiled and greeted them from the stairs - Is part of having them letting them grow up - Said Shima in a low voice - We will see each other tomorrow Reina, remember at three in the afternoon you have your turn. - Shima left them and Reina gave one final bow. Takeo gulped saliva and went ahead to meet the other three. He really needed to set his mind into it, she had grown up but he was not ready to accept it.
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