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Redamancy | Takashi Mitsuya x Reader (Tokyo Revengers)

Redamancy (n.): The act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

Treasure the time you spend together,

Treasure the ride in the evening time,

Treasure the confession under the night sky.

May you all feel the love and fall in love!

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It is now eventide, the moment when the Sun deliberately goes down, exuding its vibrant red and orange rays that tints the former azure firmament. And here you are, resting on the leather chesterfield sofa while gazing at those skylights above. Broken lines of cumulus, or cotton-like clouds, are stretching for miles in the air, reflecting those fiery shades that intensifies the whole scene's saturation.

"Beautiful." You mumble, eyes lingering at that exquisite sight.

It doesn't take that long for a pitch black color to invade the sky, noticing that dusk is coming to your city. You raise up both arms to stretch that stiff upper body before a small growl grabs your attention. Looking at the clock, it's a quarter past six already.

"Guess he'll come back late tonight. I've to eat alone then."

You place your right hand on your stomach to feel that small rumbling sound - a signal for dinner time. The corners of your lips pull down to reveal a sad but so-be-it face. "Well, time to eat." You reheat the bento box in the microwave and prepare a glass of water before bringing them both to the table. Hands clasp together, you mumble, "Itadakimasu."

After finishing your meal, you sip a cup of warm tea while walking towards the bust mannequin, where the sleeveless white bridal gown is put on. Four different length of layers were sew from the waist line, covering half of the chapel train - the last and longest layer of the dress. To break free from the usual, monotonous gown, that man thoroughly embroidered roses on the left lateral, artfully arranged those small flowers from the shoulder to the side of the waist, and bigger ones when reaching the end of the train.

There's only one more piece left to complete the dress, a wedding veil. And it's also the final task for you - the girl making a messy bun for her wavy silver hair with apparent black highlights. Heading to the table where the folded tulle fabric is laying, you put the tea cup down, left hand slowly grabs your pair of black eyeglasses beside it. Eyes giving a quick glance at those thin lines drawn by tailor's chalk, you take one deep breath, ignoring some strains of hair falling down on the side and hold the sharp piece of scissors. After all, this dress is made for Hinata Tachibana, one of your best friends. I can't screw it.

You slowly cut off the excess length of the tulle until those metal blades return to their starting point, making the cabbage falls down the ground. Your other hand holds the outside edge of the fabric to trim its corners slightly, adding the curve for a graceful look. "Now then," A delighted smile appears on your face. Your sparkling gaze is looking through the edge of the veil again to see any jagged or uneven fabric needs cutting.

Immersing yourself in your work, you don't even recognize the presence of another man at the entrance, crossing his arms on one another. His head leans against the door frame, looking at you with those adoring droopy lavender eyes. "Quite meticulous, aren't you?" The lilac-haired mumbles, giving his compliment before he turns around and walks along the hall.

After that final touch, you sigh in relief, gently using your left hand surface to mop the sweat from your brow. "All we need to do is sew it. I should wait for Taka—" You startle. Whatever touches against your cheek literally makes your heart jump because of the cold sensation.

"What in the—" Like a natural reflex, you turn your head around to search for the source, but that sixth sense of yours can somehow guess the person standing behind this.

"You call for me?" He asks in a soft tone voice. In front of you right now is Takashi Mitsuya, a gentleman in his dark grey suit layered with a black shin length trench coat, projecting his professional image which instantly forms the first impression to anyone he meets. Hand passes you a bottle of water, the lilac-haired chuckles at the face he saw.

You keep staring at him, your eyebrows pull closer together while your lips tighten, making an angry but quite adorable face in his opinion. As you're about to give him a piece of your mind, his genuine smile immediately blows your anger away. That gentleman appearance, combining with his somewhat irresistible face are like a deadly combo suppressing your anger. How can I get mad like this? Placing your palm on the forehead, you ask yourself before telling him,

"You can just give it normal—"

Hold up! You pause when a thought runs through your mind and interrupts your speech. An idea? No, more like a revenge! Lower your face while smirking devilishly, one side of his slit eyebrow lifts up as he wonders what has got into you until...

"Actually, thank you very much, Takashi."

Calling for his name in a mischievous voice, you raise your slender hand not to take that bottle but to gently grab the other big, masculine one. Eyes lock with the others droopy lavender, you smile innocently as a way to express your affection toward him.

It doesn't take that long for the Second Division Captain to realize your intention. Instead of questioning about your rapid change in behavior, the lilac-haired decides to go along with your act. [First name]-chan, you're no match for me. His surprised face soon reveals a smirk, taking his time to respond you.

"My my~ you really mean it, [First name]?" said Mitsuya in a low tone voice.

He takes a few steps toward while you're doing the opposite, walking backward till your body hits the table without noticing. You startle but your attention is still drawn to his hand pulling the tie knot side to side to loosen that black plain necktie. This soon piques your curiosity. Is it because of the heat or he's doing it on purpose? However, judging the look on his face, you have every reason to eliminate the former assumption. Actually, no one will argue once they meet his sharp, yet flirtatious glance trying to lure you in his sweet trap. The gap is now shortened to only a few centimeters apart, Mitsuya rests both of his hands on the table to trap you inside then leans his lips closer to your reddened ear.

"Or you're asking for something else?" He whispers, sending shivers down your spine.

A flush of excitement is rising to your cheek, but you - my friend, show no signal of being dominated. In spite of the wild beating heart in your chest, you naturally grabs his tie and pulls it closer, looking straight into that man's eyes. "Make a guess."

Now you've done it. That confident expression of yours finally pulls the trigger for a massive explosion in his heart. It's not really something unexpected, but the Captain can't help himself whenever he sees you like this. The lilac-haired signs, looking down the ground to hide his defeated face. But, things won't end that easy.

"Alright, you said it. But," Unveiling a devilish smirk, his left hand wraps around your waist and gives a sudden pull, making your eyes widen from his unexpected move, "don't mad at me afterward."

The other hand is gently placing on your cheek before his thumb touches your lips. He's not gonna... There are butterflies in your stomach as you realize his intention, but sadly, it's too late to escape by now. Feeling his head is leaning closer, you place both hands on his chest to try and stop him though his body doesn't move a single bit. Hold up, hold up, hold up!!! Too close!

"Takashi, wait—" Your eyes shut immediately, knowing what he's about to do.

Mitsuya pauses when his lips are only a few centimeters away. That man is taking a glance at your heavily blushing face and secretly smiling to see this shy and nervous side of yours. Oh my, now I'm the meanie. He signs. Well then...

Soft. Something touches the tip your nose - a light kiss, as light as a feather. As your mind is still trying to comprehend the whole thing, his giggle soon gets you back to your senses.

"I'm just joking! You don't have to worry!" You open your eyes and freeze like a statue. Noticing how tense up you are, his hand gently caresses your cheek where the heat is still lingering around. "Did I scare you, [First name]-chan?"

You know the answer, don't you? Well, he did surprise you in a way but... why not let him guess a little longer? "Who would?" You mumble.

"Really? Shall we try again the—"

Like an instinct, your palm covers his lower face as you know he won't leave you time to answer.

"Not so fast. I won't be tricked again." You smile cheerfully because this time for sure, victory is in your hand. However, life rarely happens according to your plans, and especially when you are with him.

His gaze sharpens and that makes you think twice about your action. Just when you're about to let your hand down, the lavender-eyed holds it in position and gives your palm a kiss. You raise your eyebrows and are completely shocked at his gesture. Mitsuya gently places your hand in his palm, bowing down like a gentleman greets a lady before his lips touch your knuckles. This greeting gesture, hand-kissing, normally indicates courtesy and politeness but not in this case scenario.

"Are you sure about that, my Muse?" He asks with a mischievous smile.

And the Cupid - the god of love in the Ancient Roman, shots his arrow right through your heart, again. Love and passion are spreading out from your wound, making you fall for this man for... how many times you have lost count to be honest. The only difference is that you sink deeper and deeper every time the Cupid has his decision.

"So now you're into role play just simply because of the suit? And what Muse would wear a white tube top with grey sweatpants like me?" You chortle.

"Well, doing it once in a while isn't so bad though." He answers. "And you're always beautiful no matter what you wear."

That makes your heart skip a beat. He always says what in his mind, even if you're ready for it or not. "You sure are good with words." Whispering softly, you don't know what to do but to smile happily like a child.

"Anyway, how was the meeting with your customers?" You ask.

"The good news is we have a big order coming up. It's for their wedding and they chose the design already. One mermaid wedding dress and a tuxedo. We have to make five dresses for the bridesmaids too, so it's gonna be a busy week."

"Oh no, it's not that much... Lemme fainted a little." Without waiting him to respond, you let your head fall down on his shoulder, creating a big "thump" sound in the ears. The Captain is trying hard not to laugh by now. He gently pats that heavy head of yours.

"But still, I'll try my best to help. Can't let my beloved handle everything, right?" There you go, being mischievous again.

Wish you could see his face at that time. It was the most happiest face in the world. He wraps you in his arms for a full, warm embrace. "And I don't want my Muse to be exhausted too."

"But we'll put that aside for now. Wanna go for a ride? It must be bored to spend your whole day in the workshop."

Your eyes wide open to hear his suggestion. How long has it been since the last ride you guys had with each other? You're obviously happy to hear that but you're quite concerned about his health. "Maybe you should rest for today, you must be tired already."

"It's okay. I need to refresh my mind a bit. Lemme get change real quick." He gives you a light pat on your head.

Standing in front of the garage, you're gazing at Mitsuya, who is wearing an energetic set of cloth, opposite to the formal style earlier. He layers his white tee with a loose black baseball jacket with cream leather sleeves. This jacket was you two first couple cloth, and it was made by you-know-who. For the bottom, he puts on grey sweatpants and a pair of sneakers.

Your man is taking his baby Impulse out. The lavender-eyed is looking for something, your helmet. He slowly puts it on for you to ensure your safety while you sit behind him.

"Hold on tight." No matter how many times he has taken you out, that sentence always comes up first like a habit. Yes, you understand clearly that he cares about you, but seeing him like this somehow makes you want to tease him.

"Come on! It's not like my first time letting my boyfriend take me for a ride~" Leaning your body closer to his back, you slowly give that muscular body a hug from behind. The lilac-haired sighs, lowers his head before turning around.

"And it's not like my first time saying this to my girlfriend." He responds while gives you a light flick on your forehead. "I just want to make sure you'll feel safe."

You release your hands to touch the spot where he aimed. Knitting your eyebrows, you ask. "Alright, but do you have to give me a flick?"

"Cause I feel like it." Now your nose is being pinched. Right after when you try to react, Mitsuya grabs your hands and puts them around his waist again. "Alright, no more teasing. We'll be back late if we don't leave now."

You actively tighten your arms so that someone won't give a long lecture again. "Fine, baka Taka."

"That's my girl." Closing his eyes, those lips reveal a winsome smile before his black full face helmet covers it. Once everything is set, he starts the engine and drive you both to the main road.

Resting your head on his firm back, your eyes slowly observe the night life in the city, looking at those cars running on the road and how people spend the rest of their night. Every time the winds blow through your hair, they always give a sense of relaxation, relieving all the stress you have during those working hours.

You breathe out bit by bit, tighten your embrace without noticing, which is a good sign for the person sitting in front of you. Glad she's enjoying this. The lilac-haired chuckles in secret, feels glad at your reaction.

Fifteen minutes have passed by, you two leave the city center, driving on a deserted road that leads to an abandon outdoor parking space overlooking the city's view. This is his go-to place whenever he seeks for the tranquility and now, it's yours too. Mitsuya drives right to the spot where you can observe the mesmerizing scene below and parks his Impulse.

Arms in the air, you stand up and stretch your back after spending nearly the whole day in his workshop, helping him to finish the wedding dress on time. Turn your head around to look at the man sitting side saddle, you ask. "Just three days left. We'll finish Hina-chan dress before it, right?"

"Yeah, I only need to sew the veil and adjust the length of the dress a bit." Mitsuya responds before gazing at you with a delighted face. "It all thanks to your help! Your skills have improved a lot after two months."

"Really? Guess I have to thank someone being patient while teaching me too~" Your mind then recalls how many times he sighed and flicked your forehead when you messed up during your practice. Despite of that, your caring teacher always there to explain and demonstrate again and again. Also, you can't forget the times you injured yourself because of your clumsiness, and he was always there to help you. Those are the memories that you're always cherish.

"I'll still be in your care, Sensei~" You giggle.

Sitting beside the man you love, you lean your head on his shoulder while getting lost in thought. 12 years huh... They finally make it. The fact that Hanagaki could travel back in time is always unbelievable because to you, it's something that only appears in sci-fi movies. You're really grateful that he tries to save everyone even if he has to risk his life. Not knowing what the future may hold, every moment staying with Mitsuya just becomes precious and you truly appreciate it.

Hina-chan finally escapes from the Death, now they're about to engage. "I'm glad for them."

Hearing your mumble, his left arm, which wrapped around your waist, moves its way up to pat your head. Those fingers that he uses to design beautiful clothes are now gently stroking your hair.

"What're you thinking about?" He asks out of curiosity.

"I was thinking..." After a few seconds of consideration, you say something out of the blue "when will I become a bride?"

From your unexpected answer, Mitsuya completely freezes. His astonished face with raised eyebrows and wide-opened lavender eyes is fully drawn to you. Looks like someone's heart just skips a beat. You really are...

Not seeing the Captain react, you ask him with concern. "Taka— Wh—what???"

As you're about to lift your head up, his hand quickly covers your eyes, pressing it down to the old position. You're wondering what the heck is going, not knowing Mitsuya is facing the other direction, hands cover his face. He's making time for the blush to fade away but it's impossible when you're struggling like this.

"Stay still for awhile, will you?" A long sigh escapes from his lips when you're trying to pull his hand off.

After realizing how physically strong he is, you finally surrender. "Fine, I give up."

The atmosphere go into silent, no one has opened up first because you're waiting for him, and your boyfriend? He's still trying to calm himself down. Once Mitsuya gets back to his cool, usual shelf, he removes his hand to reveal your sound sleeping face.

"[First name]-chan?" He whispers.

Oh... She must be exhausted. Caressing your cheek before moving to your ear, his mind suddenly recalls your words. The Captain tries to move his other hand without waking you up, manages to take something out of his pocket. He then remains silent, eyes are focusing that small box lying in the palm of his right hand. "A bride, you said..."

His thumb opens the box, staring at the thing placing in the middle. For some reasons, your man hesitates before taking out the circle object, raising it up to the night sky and gazing deeply.

"You should fall for someone else." He mumbles.

"That's what I said when you confessed your feelings. But you, you still stay around after everything we went through, after knowing my background." Mitsuya pinches your cheek lightly because he doesn't want to interrupt your sleep.

"How stubborn you are."

You can feel something touch your face but only make an annoyed expression like a reflex.

"You always talk to me, run toward me whenever I'm around, and even learn how to sew. And just like that, I get familiar with your presence in my life."

"I used to think if you were in love with someone else, I would be rooting for you and make sure you find a good guy. But right now, I don't think I can let you go—— No, more like I won't let you go this time."

His hand puts something on your right ear. It's his other signature piercing - a black huggie earring with silver crosses.

"One for me, one for my most important person. Hope you won't laugh at my childish thought, I was young and bold." He chuckles at his own thought.

"I'm not ready to be your spouse yet, not when I'm still struggling with financial issues. I don't want my love to struggle it with me."

"Just a little more, will you wait for me, [First name]-chan?"

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angst-fairygodmother · 4 years

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@ficsandcatsandficsandcats since this is a part 2 of your request I’m tagging you in it. I give up on trying to reblog it onto its original post; this blue hellsite wins. A/N: “*Cries in Douche Prince*” you say? Well, part two is more prince than douche I think, but we all know Valdo is a soft, goopy marshmallow deep, deeeeeeep down. Word Count: 1770

“We could egg the place?” Valdo suggested as he buttered a slice of toast.

“That would make it my problem too,” you rolled your eyes, pouring yourself a cup of tea.

“We could egg her car?” He reached around you to grab the milk, shoulder bumping yours jokingly.

“She doesn’t have a car. She takes the bus or carpools everywhere. Or gets me to drive.”

“I’ll hide in the bushes and egg her on her way to her next date with this guy.” He gestured at you with a jam-covered spoon as he spoke, grinning like it was the best idea he’d ever had.

“Why do you want to egg someone or something so badly?” you laughed.

“I don’t know. You see it in the movies and it just seems like the thing to do. I’ve always wanted to egg something in revenge. She doesn’t deserve something with effort to get back at her.”

You found yourself glancing up at the ceiling as if asking the universe what you had done to get saddled with such an idiot for a best friend, or worse to be cursed into falling in love with him.

“Fine, no eggs. What’s your idea then?”

“Suffer through the next seven months,” you said scrunching your face in annoyance. “Hope she breaks up with the guy or is willing to be the one to break lease to get away from me.”

“There’s no arguing you out of that is there?” He sighed, sagging against the counter as you shook your head stubbornly. “You deserve better you know.”

“She’s my friend. Things are just weird lately, it’s not…it doesn’t really…she doesn’t mean it.” You cringed at how much your tone sounded like you were trying to convince him, or yourself and even more at the knowing quirk of his eyebrow.

“Let me drive you to work?” he offered, pointedly changing the subject.

You smiled at him. “That’d be great.”

You stepped off the bus, feeling better about everything now that you had some distance and walked down the block toward your building. A pile of boxes on the porch made your heart lurch. Deciding to ignore them until you’d had a chance to talk with Karla (and not wanting to pry in case they weren’t your things), you tensed your shoulders and walked past.

When you reached the third floor, you frowned at your door. Something seemed off but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it, until you tried your key and found that it would not fit in the doorknob.

Your fist pounded on the cheerful blue polymer, fuming while you waited. When Karla opened the door, she took one look at your face and stepped out into the hall, arms crossed over her chest defensively.

“What the hell?” you snapped.

“I had the super change the locks,” she said with a shrug.

“Yeah, I got that. Why?”

“This living arrangement isn’t working. And you have like, a higher paying job or whatever so you can find a new place easier than I can. I told you last night that I was going to do it. I figured since you didn’t come back you didn’t care.”

“You can’t just kick me out of our shared apartment and have the locks changed while I’m at work!”

“Well I did. I’ll talk to the leasing company, totally take the blame, if you just…go.”

“You’re being completely unreasonable,” you sighed, all of the anger leaving you in a rush. “Look if you really don’t want to live together we can work something out but can you please let me back in until then?”

“Nope. The boxes downstairs are your clothing and stuff that you probably need sooner than later, and I mean if you want to come by with movers or whatever to get the rest of your stuff that’s cool, just let me know when.”

“Karla, come on.”

She shrugged again. “Sorry, Y/N.”

You thought the day could not leave you more shocked, until Valdo came walking around the corner.

“So that’s taking a bus huh?” he asked, shoving his sunglasses back up so they vanished into his messy curls. “Novel.”

“Who are you and what have done with Valdo Marx?” you teased as you carried over the first of your boxes to place in the trunk of your sedan.

“Don’t worry, I hated it and will not be doing that ever again,” he joked back, grabbing a second.

His smile dropped as he saw your lip wobble in barely-contained emotion. Quickly he wrapped you in a hug.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay.”

You scoffed. “I just got kicked out of my apartment and will probably be sleeping in my car until I can find a new one. It doesn’t exactly feel like that right now.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. Just move in with me.” He waved it off like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What?”

“It’s not perfect, I know, but it’s a sight better than being technically homeless.”

“You’re serious?” you stared at him incredulously.

He shrugged. “Yeah, why not. We’ll have to work out a schedule for who gets the bed and who gets the couch, but there are worse arrangements. It’ll be one big sleepover.” He grinned at you as he hefted another box.

“We’re not working out a couch sleeping schedule,” you said, stuffing the last box in and slamming your trunk shut.

“Fine, fine. I shall be a gentleman and let you have the bed.”

“I’m not kicking you out of bed either.” He smirked and waggled his eyebrows at you suggestively and you blushed at your accidental innuendo.

“Guest sleep on couches,” you explained. “This situation is why the term couch-surfing was invented.”

“We’ll fight it out later,” he said, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “It can be our first big roomie argument, which you definitely won’t win. For now, let’s get food.”

“Pizza?” you offered.

“Sounds good. You’re buying.”

You stuck your tongue out and shoved him teasingly. “Jerk.”

You felt yourself drifting off as you leaned against Valdo and he belted out all six parts of “Cell Block Tango” (or tried to anyway). You jerked back awake, again, and then heard the sound of a remote clacking onto the coffee table and silence fell over the room.

“Oh, I’m sorry Y/N, am I boring you?” he pouted.

You tried to assure him that of course not but the words blended into a huge yawn.

“I’m sorry Valdo, I know we said marathon and this is only the second movie but…”

“It’s been a long day? You’re a lightweight after two glasses of wine?” he rested his cheek on his fist on his folded knee. “You find me terribly dull?”

You stuck your tongue out at him impishly, mind sleep-fogged enough that you couldn’t formulate an appropriately cutting response, and fought back another yawn.

He chuckled and shook his head ruefully. “Alright, to bed with you. We’ll resume right here in the morning.”

“If I’m going to sleep, you need to leave. Your bony ass is currently occupying half my bed.”

“Excuse me! I am sitting right where I’ll be sleeping and you are going up the hall to the proper one. And I am not bony! It’s called lithe.”

You scowled at him. And then your exhausted mind came up with an idea and you blurted it out before you could think it through.

“You have basically the biggest mattress in existence. There is no reason we can’t sleep together.”

“Watch those words angel,” he said, voice low but with surprising softness. “A less chivalrous man might take them the wrong way.”

“Or the right one,” you muttered, flushing and immediately grateful that he had (at least seemingly) not heard as he busied himself cleaning up from your movie night.

After a few minutes of awkward shuffling and blanket sharing negotiation, the pair of you finally settled into the bed together. You found yourself staring at his peacefully resting face in the darkness and had the overwhelming urge to reach out, to bury your fingers in his curls and kiss him and be held by him.

“Valdo?” you whispered, not wanting to wake him but equally unable to contain the feeling.

“Yes, Y/N?” he cracked an eye open with a raised eyebrow to look at you.

You took a deep breath. “Will…will you kiss me?”

You could have cut the silence that fell between you, suffocating and foreboding. Just when you were beginning to think you couldn’t take it anymore, he sighed.

“Y/N, you have no idea how much I want to say yes right now. But,” he reached out to stop you gently when you shifted closer, “it’s been a long day, and you’ve been through a lot and are emotionally vulnerable and I won’t…I can’t,” his voice broke on the word, “when I’m not absolutely sure, for both our sakes, that it’s not just a balm to soothe that ache.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you stared at him, choking up at the gentle passion in his tone as he continued.

“And more than that, I have been drinking and you have had a few glasses and I can hardly think straight with you so close to me and you have always said that we shouldn’t do anything important impaired.”

“It figures,” you interrupted, sighing in mostly mock frustration. “You finally start listening to me at the most inopportune moment.”

“If you ask me that again tomorrow…” he did not want to admit how easily he would surrender to your every request.

“Will you at least hold me then? Please?”

He smiled and pulled you in, tangling around you as if you were built to fit together. The embrace was full of promise for long discussions and change and tenderness. You smiled softly as you buried your face in the hollow of his throat, falling asleep surrounded by his familiar smell and the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat.

If in the morning, you woke up alone and walked out to find him folded awkwardly under a single thin blanket on the couch, in front of an email to an old friend in Transit Authority which contained a promise of an elaborate steak dinner in return for revocation and banning of your ex-roommate’s bus pass, it was a sight so oddly enduring that you would treasure forever. And if he secretly noticed you press ‘send’ before moving to the kitchen to prepare a pancake wake-up call and it warmed his heart, he would certainly never tell.

#part 2 #Valdo Marx #Valdo Marx x Reader #The Witcher fic #reader insert #The Witcher #modern!Valdo #also it was really really hard not to be cheeky and self-referential #or terribly cliche #but I restrained myself #and referenced a different musical and not a love song instead #be proud of me

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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 years

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Scars don’t define you, you define yourself; Poe Dameron x reader

Well guys last night i saw TLJ and OMG......there was soo much going on and I was on an emotional rollercoaster ride. Now idk y I didn’t post this oneshot when I first made my tumblr account but I’m gonna do it now. The only spoilers in here was from The Force Awakens so if you still haven’t watched Ep.7 then I woul recommending to not read this one. Warnings for scars, violence, and BB8 cuteness plus Poe :) Enjoy my lovelies

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I had just gotten out of a meeting with General Organa aka my aunt Leia. She wanted to discuss any new leads that my research team had found regarding her brother, my father Luke Skywalker. I had told her not quite but we hope that soon our allies would find something.

But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, you all probably don't know who I am exactly, well my name is (y/n) Skywalker, daughter of the famous Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. I was trained under my father for as long as I can remember, we even went to the first Jedi temple to train the next generation of Jedi. But that wasn't until my cousin Ben betrayed my father and slaughtered all the young Jedi. I alone was the last of my father's pupils to survive, but at great cost.

As Ben and I fought to the death with each other, both of us using the full extent of our training of using the force against one another and our lightsabers crossing with each others. As our lightsabers cross one another's his red Sith lightsaber vs. my (f/c that's NOT red sorry guys) lightsaber. I had the advantage over him, when he suddenly used the force on my mind forcing me to lose my focus and my upper hand. His lightsaber then inched closer and closer to my face. I tried using whatever strength I had left to save my life but it sadly wasn't enough. He had gotten me on my left eye and that's all I could remember before I blacked out.

Next thing I knew, I was at the Resistance base with my aunt Leia standing over me, but there was one problem. I couldn't see out of my left eye. It was then Leia told me that they had found me barely alive after my fight with Ben and my father had disappeared but she also told me that the damage to my left eye was so damaged that not even the most advance technology could help fix my sight.

All of this happened to my when I was only 13 years old.

Now that I'm 28 I fight along with the Resistance as second in command of the Resistance next to my aunt Leia, I am also head of research with my team trying to find any information we can find on my father's current whereabouts, hoping to bring him home once again. And every now and then I'll fight alongside the X-wing pilots alongside my dearest friend Poe Dameron.

Shortly after I had been brought to the Resistance base after Ben's betrayal, I met Poe well Poe met me underneath my X-wing after I was having an anxiety attack from remembering that night. You see ever since that day, every now and then I'll have almost extreme anxiety attacks remembering that day, the fight, the killings, my father's disappearance.

I miss him, there's not a day that goes by when I wish I was still by my father's side. Anyways, he found me crying and trying hard to breathe underneath my X-wing, he came to me and asked me if I was okay but when I could barely answer he held onto me and soothed me back to reality, out of my darkened flashback and back to the real world. I thanked him and apologized for ruining his flightier pilot uniform but he said that it was no big deal, so long as I was okay.

And from that day on we've been the best of friends, having each other's back and comforting each other in our time of need.

Now back to the present, I was back at my office going back on some papers seeing if I overlooked anything regarding my father's location when I felt a bump at my legs. I looked down and smiled at the droid that was now beside me.

"Hello BB-8". He happily chirped back a hello to me. BB-8 is as you probably know Poe's loyal droid. He and I were actually there together when he got BB-8 and the little droid looks at us like both of us are it's masters. BB-8 chirped and beeped at me again then I said. "Oh really?" He moved his head up and down giving me a nod as I said again. "Well what is it?" BB-8 then opened up on of his compartments and held out a small box. I took the box and opened it revealing a beautiful crystal. I gasped as I examined it. It's silvery color gleamed like the stars and even though it looked all bumpy in appearance it was actually quite smooth to the touch.

If I'm being truthful I won't deny that shortly after I met Poe, I've had quite the crush on him. On some missions if he could, he would find treasures like these and bring them back to me secretly I think that he likes me the way I like him but there are a few problems that need to be looked at.

One; if he doesn't really like me the way I like him then it would ruin our friendship, Number two; we're at war so I wouldn't want the best pilot in all the galaxy to be distracted with me, Three and most importantly; he wouldn't want to be seen with a broken girl like me.

There's one thing I forgot to mention, to hide my scar I had made a special patch that goes over my whole scar and only my aunt Leia and the medical staff only know of it, I haven't told Poe or anyone else of what's underneath my patch. But of course it never stops Poe from trying to see what's hidden underneath. Everytime he tries to get me to spill what's under my patch and everytime I distract him with something else or tell him to just drop it because if I haven't told him now then I would never tell him in the future.

"I take it that you like it?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"It's beautiful Poe, where did you find it?"

"At one of the merchants, cost me quite a bit but it was worth it, because I couldn't stop thinking about you when I saw it". He flirted with me.

But I try to tell myself that he's only doing that because we've been friends for so long.

"A sacred treasure, with so much more beauty on the inside". Oh that low-down dirty trickster.

"Nice try Dameron, but if I haven't told you after all these years, what makes you think I'll change my mind for a gem?"

"Oh come on (y/n)! It can't be that bad with what's under there!" My heart ached and I pushed the box into his chest and I sneered.

"You know what Dameron, there are just some things about me that are meant to be locked away and kept hidden. So don't go around trying to force someone to sharing something personal to them!" I then took off running with him crying out my name.

I reached my room and leaned up against my door trying to keep my breathing under control. I slowly made my way to my bathroom and took a good look at myself in my mirror.

My hands began to shake as I reached up for the straps behind my head and slowly removed my patch revealing the beast within.

My left eye was darkly dimmed of my normal (e/c), the scar from the lightsaber went from my eyebrow and actually curved like a crescent down to the tip of my cheekbone. Red and white scaring was all over my eye almost like the left side of my face was spurting out a spark of fire. My body shook as I stared at this hideous mark and I slowly slid down to the ground as I continued to sob.

"Commander Skywalker I've received word from the General that you're needed in the—oh! Oh my are you alright Miss?" I heard the robotic voice of C-3PO. I sniffled and wiped away my tears and turned my head away and said.

"Yeah I'm—I'm fine 3PO, just tell her that I'll be there in just a moment".

"Yes Commander". He then walked away but it was then I felt a comforting tap on my arm and low beeping sounds I looked through my peripheral vision to see orange and white seeing that it was BB-8.

"I'm sorry BB-8, but not even I can show you". I reached up for my patch and put it back on as BB-8 beeped again asking why not. "Because then you would never look at me the same again, nor would Poe". He flinched back shockingly and beeped at my frantically saying that would never happen. Both he and Poe care about me and just want me to be happy and not keep whatever this secret is that I'm keeping inside forever.

"He is right you know" I looked up to see Poe standing right by my bathroom door and he knelt down beside me and said, "you've kept this a secret ever since I met you crying underneath that X-wing. I don't want you to feel like you need to keep this bottled up inside before you explode. You can tell me anything (y/n), we tell each other everything". I took a deep breath and finally saw the truth.He was right.

He and BB-8 deserved to know what I've been keeping from them all these years.

I then began to tell them the whole story about me helping my father train the next generation of Jedi, my cousin's betrayal, and mentioning the scar but I was too afraid to show them, especially to Poe.

"(Y/n), show me". I lowered my head solemnly fearing for his reaction to it when I felt his finger under my chin and he gently lifted my chin up. "Don't be afraid, I promise to not be disgusted or afraid of whatever is hidden behind that patch, I promise". I slowly and shakily reached up for my patch when I felt Poe's hands reach up to touch mine. I was worried that he was going to force me to remove my patch but instead he just kept his hands gently on top of mine. He and I looked at each other, our faces so close enough to almost kiss each other and he softly smiled and nodded. He was telling me that I was in control, he was just there for support knowing that he wasn't going to turn away from me, but be here to help me face my fear. I slowly removed the straps and I felt his fingers entwine with mine as I moved the straps away from my head and allowed the patch to fall to the ground.

Poe just stared at me with shocked expression. Afraid that he was going to change his mind now that he saw me, I reached up to cover my face but he stopped me and held my face in his hands and snarled.

"If I had known this earlier I would've taken down more Tie-fighters and storm troopers on my missions".

"You—you're not....disgusted? Horrified?"

"Of course not! (Y/n), anyone who hurts my girl like this will taste the blasters from my X-wing, and the next time I see your cousin I'll give him one hell of a beating for doing this to you". He then leaned towards my lips and kissed me.

Oh god Poe Dameron is kissing me!

I closed my eyes and kissed him back as I wrapped my arms around him. That's when we both heard the loud successful chirping and beeps of BB-8. We separated and smiled at him then Poe turned to look at me as he gently stroked my left cheek with his thumb. He then leaned forward and lightly kissed my scar in loving, repeated feather like kisses.

"Baby, your scars don't define you for you who are. You define yourself as who you really are. You are beautiful. Inside. And out. Never forget that. I'll show it to you every day for the rest of our lives if I have too. Which I don't mind either way". He stated between each feather light kiss to my left eye. I smiled and happily laughed as tears fell down my right eye.

"You always know how to make me feel better".

"Anything to see that beautiful smile on your face babe, I love you (y/n)".

"I love you too Poe". He then handed me back the crystal he had found and he whispered.

"And that's not the best part," He then told BB-8 to cut off the lights and as soon as we were in darkness, the crystal actually glowed a bright blue within. I gasped at it's shining beauty and turned to Poe who was smiling his famous grin. "I told you, a sacred treasure with so much more beauty on the inside. Just as it's beautiful on the outside". I smiled back at him and kissed him again feeling his arms bringing me close to him in a loving embrace as we continued to kiss.

Beauty is skin deep, it's not just the outside but the inside that counts as well. As Poe said, your scars don't define you as you are, you define yourself as you are. From that day on, I never again wore that patch, even if people would stare, Poe would defend me and tell them I got it from saving the galaxy before any of them could learn to fly straight.

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The Second Gift

This year I took part in the @mlsecretsanta gift exchange. @hystericalcherries I’m your Miraculous Secret Santa!! I’m so happy to finally be posting this :) I really hope you like it and that you had a wonderful holiday! _______________________________________________________

A/N: This oneshot is an alternate ending to season 2, episode 4 “The Befana” so there are season 2 spoilers. As requested it is full of love square fluff :) I hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful holiday Season!!

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The Second Gift

Marinette spun around in her desk chair, cradling her newest position in her hands. Adrien had given her a gift! He had loved her charm bracelet so much that he had taken time out of his busy schedule to make her a matching one by hand.

She gently ran her fingers over each bead that he had picked out with her in mind as a light blush coated her cheeks.

“Isn’t it beautiful Tikki?” Marinette hummed as she fastened the treasure around her wrist. Her kwami flew out from her hiding spot within Mari’s jacket and smiled at her chosen.

“It’s wonderful Marinette! I’m happy that you enjoyed your party, but don’t forget that you promised to do patrol alone tonight,” She reminded the young girl.

Marinette reassured Tikki that she had not forgotten about her responsibilities as Ladybug. It was her scheduled night to patrol Paris. She would have made up an excuse to get out of it, but she didn’t want to lie to Chat Noir just to avoid giving away her birthday. Personal information was too risky and she hated lying, so she just sucked it up and agreed to continue on with her duties that night.

“An akuma attack and patrol, both on my birthday,” she mumbled under her breath. “A superhero’s work is truly never done, is it?” Tikki shook her head as Mari let out one final sigh.

“Alright, time to get serious. Tikki Spots on!”

A pink light filled her room as her normal clothes were replaced with her red and black suit. Marinette climbed up to her balcony and pulled out her magical yo-yo. She jumped from her rooftop and propelled herself through the city.

* * * * *

“I thought tonight was Ladybug’s turn to do patrol on her own. Why are we going out?” Plagg complained with a groan. After the akuma attack, he just wanted to eat some cheese and sleep. Adrien rolled his eyes as he picked up a small box off of his bed and held it out in front of his Kwami.

“I have something that I’ve been meaning to give to her, and there isn’t really time for gifts during an akuma attack.” Plagg moaned once again as Adrien stuffed several pillows under his covers and opened up one of his large windows.

“Just cooperate with me for one hour, and you can have as much cheese as you can eat when we get back,” Adrien pleaded. Cheese had always been Plagg’s weakness. The small cat-like creature thought the idea over for a moment before finally giving in.

“Fine, but it’s really going to cost you,” he said.

Adrien’s face lit up. “Plagg, Claws out!” he exclaimed. His black suit covered his body, and Adrien gently placed the small gift in one of his pockets. He made sure to zip it up tight before throwing himself out of the window and running across rooftops toward the usual patrol route.

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Marinette was exhausted. She had stopped a couple of muggers already, and had only been patrolling for half an hour. “This is going to be a long night,” she grumbled under her breath as she landed on the Eiffel tower. She liked to take breaks and look out across the city from this spot, and tonight was especially beautiful. The sky was so clear that she could count each star if she had the time.

Marinette leaned against one of the metal beams, but just as she began to get comfortable she heard footsteps approaching her from behind. She pulled out her yo-yo and spun around just as the footsteps stopped a few feet behind her.

“Alright, please don’t kill me. I come in peace,” said a very familiar voice. Marinette’s guard fell and she let out a sigh of relief as Chat smiled innocently back at her.

“Must you always sneak up on me?” she asked with a light chuckle as he stepped closer to her.

“Sorry m’lady, but cats are naturally very light on their feet.” Ladybug rolled her eyes and attached her yo-yo back to its spot on her hip.

“I thought we agreed that I would patrol on my own tonight. Don’t you trust me?” she teased.

“Of course I trust you, but there’s something I’ve been meaning to give you. I figured it would be best to give it to you now rather than during an akuma attack.”

Curiosity crossed Ladybug’s face as Chat reached into his pocket to pull out a small wrapped box. Marinette was sure she hadn’t let anything slip about her upcoming birthday when around chat, so how did he know? “May I ask what the occasion is?” she asked with slight concern in her voice.

“Well one of my closest friends had a birthday recently,” he began. He knew she’d get upset with him if he started giving away information about his friends, so he tried to stay as vague as possible. “I made her a present by hand, and had quite a few materials left over when I was done. I’d hate to see them go to waste, so I decided to make you a purresent!”

Marinette’s interest was peaked. He had chosen a random day to follow her secretly and give her a handmade gift without even knowing it was her birthday.

“Chat, I’m not so sure exchanging gifts is a very good idea. How many times have I said that our partnership needs to be professional?”

Chat’s soft smile fell and was quickly replaced with a pout. Marinette hated the way that pout made her feel. She felt like she had just taken his heart and snapped it in half right in front of him.

“Alright I give! I’ll humor you just this once Chaton,” she said with giggle. Chat held the box out in front of her as the goofiest smile she had ever seen found its way across his face. Marinette laughed out loud and reached out for the box.

Marinette hesitantly reached for the lid on top of the box and began to remove it to reveal the present inside. Her eyes widened as she looked down at the gift and her fingers went limp. The lid of the box fell and hit the beam they were both standing on, and Marinette could hear her heart pounding in her ears.

Sitting in the box was an extremely familiar charm bracelet. This bracelet was almost identical to the one she had received earlier that day from Adrien. The only difference was the pattern, but the bird shaped beads were unmistakable.

“Is something wrong m’lady?” Chat asked. Marinette slowly looked up from the box to make eye contact with the boy she had been fighting alongside for about a year now. So many emotions bubbled up inside of her in that moment. Anger, sadness, embarrassment and pure shock all whirled around in her head as she took the bracelet out of the box and held it out in the moonlight.

She had been worried about this moment for almost a year now, and one emotion she had never expected to feel was happiness. To both of their surprise, Marinette began to laugh. She laughed hysterically as tears began to trickle down her face. Chat was stunned.

“M’lady is everything alright? What’s so funny? And why are you crying?” he asked frantically as he gently placed his hands on her shoulders.

Marinette tried to compose herself and took in a few deep breaths before looking back up at him. “Nothing’s wrong chaton” she managed to get out between giggles. That response only seemed to make Chat more confused. Marinette took in one last breath and smiled up at him.

“Spots off.”

Chat shut his eyes the second he realized what was happening. She was detransforming right in front of him. Why? What on earth was going on!?

“It’s okay Chat,” she whispered. “You can open your eyes.”

Chat took in a huge breath, but it did nothing for his nerves. He had been dreaming about this moment ever since he first laid eyes on his partner, but she had always insisted that their identities should remain a secret. Why was this time any different from the others?

His questions were answered the moment he opened his eyes. Marinette Dupain-Cheng stood in front of him. She was smiling and crying at the same time as she heald up her left wrist for him to see.

“Hi Adrien.”

Tears began streaming down his face uncontrollably. Ladybug was Marinette all this time. He had given her the same gift twice in the same day. Adrien closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. The two stood there, holding each other for a full minute as they tried to silence their crying.

Adrien released his transformation and pressed his forehead against hers. Their unmasked faces were only inches apart. “I can’t believe I’ve been searching for you all this time, and you’ve been sitting directly behind me in class,” he chuckled. Adrien gently took the charm bracelet out of her hands and placed it on her free wrist. He brought her hands up to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“I love you,” he whispered. “With or without the mask, I love you Marinette.” Marinette’s heart flipped as he leaned forward and placed a second kiss on her cheek.

“I love you too,” she admitted. “Adrien I’ve been in love with you since the first day of school.” His breathing stopped and he looked into her eyes to make sure he had heard her correctly.

“You love me too?” he asked. Marinette nodded shyly as she stared at her hands in his. “But if you love me, and I love you…” he stated almost inaudibly.

“We’re in love Chaton,” she assured him

New tears of joy ran down both of their faces as they both leaned in closer. Their lips connected and Adrien picked her up to spin them both around as he kissed her. Marinette broke the kiss to let out a laugh as he lowered her till her feet met the beam once again.

The two exchanged “I love you’s” one more time before agreeing to finish patrol together. This was truly the best birthday Marinette could have ever asked for.

#mlsecretsanta 2k17 #miraculous ladybug #christmas #allison writes #oneshot #my fic #adrienette #ladynoir #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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Are the Relationships in Scum's Wish Really So Bad?

I recently discovered Scum’s Wish from an article describing the relationship between Mugi and Hanabi as abusive. While the anime begins with Mugi and Hanabi both in love with other people and only using each other to satisfy their physical desires, is there really anything inherently wrong with this? People have casual relationships all the time. Not all relationships are built around love.

Not only that, but, I think that love is a feeling that can grow over time. Hanabi and Mugi may not be in love just yet; but that doesn’t mean they won’t fall in love by the end of the anime or manga. There has been much foreshadowing already hinting at this possibility.

Could Hanabi and Mugi ever fall in love or have a happy ending?

Here are some clues that hint that they may be falling for eachother:

In Episode 1: Hanabi tells Mugi not to fall in love with her. Mugi tells her don’t worry, you’re not my type. And she tells him “Me Either” (you’re not my type either). This just seems to be setting a stage for them to fall in love by the end.

In Episode 2: Mugi tells Hanabi “Not all happy things have a happy ending, but you still wouldn’t want to erase them from your memory, and that how should I say, makes you even more unhappy.” — Perhaps Mugi and Hanabi will not have their happy ending, but they will look back not with hatred for eachother, but fondness instead.

In Episode 3, Hanabi starts crying and says that she wants to try to love Mugi

In Episode 2, she gets very aggressive and possessive of Mugi when Moca tries to get close to him.

In Episode 2, Mugi encourages Hanabi to go make friends and gently strokes her hair. Hanabi thinks this is strange and comments that it’s almost like he’s her boyfriend.

In Episode 3, when being naughty together, she thinks Mugi and the act of pleasing Mugi is cute. Mugi also reluctantly here gives in to Hanabi. He feels guilty for thinking (dreaming in this case) of the other girls. He tries to avoid Hanabi’s advances at first. In the end he laments that he is just “destined to be used as a plaything for adolescents”. He doesn’t sound very happy about this. He is hurting too and wants a more affectionate and loving relationship – Granted at this point he still wants it with Akane. He even says he can’t believe he’s satisfied by Hanabi and wishes Akane would “punish” him for it.

In all of the episodes, Hanabi is concerned not only with her own pleasure, but also worried if she’s good enough for Mugi and concerned with pleasing him as well.

The lyrics to the opening song seem to be more about Hanabi X Mugi than Hanabi X Oniichan.

“If Fate existed, I’d like to say, “You’re the one I’m destined to be with”, But I feel those words will destroy what we have right now… so I can’t say them. Even when you’re near you seem so distant. This feeling goes in and out like the tide. I’ll give up. I’ll never give up. An endless game of flower fortune telling. If I’ve lost the key to my treasure box, I’ll embrace my brightest emotions, Hiding their faintly colored remains behind my sighs. When our eyes meet, don’t look away! See through this lie hidden within them. I’m a young playgirl, completely confused, so don’t say anything now. I’m in so much pain. I love you so much it’s frightening.”

If we analyze those lyrics…

“I feel those words will destroy what we have right now so I can’t say them.” This could refer to either Mugi or Oniichan. With Oniichan and Hanabi they’ve been such good friends for so long that she’s afraid of ruining their friendship. With Mugi and Hanabi, she’s afraid of losing their relationship, even if it is purely physical.

“Even when you’re near you seem so distant” – Once again this line could apply to either Mugi or Oniichan. But I think it applies more to Mugi. Oniichan still comes over to have dinner and hang out as a friend with Hanabi, and they’re close, perhaps even inappropriately so, having to remind each other that he is now her teacher and she’s his student, so they don’t really seem distant at all. Mugi on the other hand keeps his emotions and thoughts hidden away from Hanabi, and they are close physically, but he always imagines Hanabi to be Mei or Akane. He doesn’t embrace Hanabi as Hanabi. He therefore in my opinion is always distant, even when they’re intimately close.

But the most telling is the line at the end: “When our eyes meet, don’t look away!” (Don’t think about Akane or Mei) See through this lie. (Her lie that she doesn’t love Mugi). “I’m a young playgirl, completely confused, so don’t say anything now” (Don’t tell me you love me, because I don’t know who I love / I love both of them, hence being a “playgirl” or “confused.) (Also “playgirl” would apply directly to how naughty she is with Mugi. With Oniichan she doesn’t have that type of physical relationship). And “I’m in so much pain. I love you so much it’s frightening.” This could apply to both Mugi or Oniichan, but when you watch the anime, who or what always makes Hanabi cry… It’s Mugi most of the time. Her relationship with Mugi is painful to her… in the beginning, it’s painful to her because she feels like she’s “cheating” on Oniichan… but as time goes on, and at the end of the most recent episode, she’s crying and says she wants to try to love Mugi.

For Hanabi, the chances of ever having a relationship with Oniichan are small because he is her teacher now, and it would create a scandal. For Mugi, although Akane does fool around secretly with her students, this would not be much better already than his relationship with Hanabi or his past with Mei. Akane isn’t ready to be serious about anyone, and yes, she does inappropriate things with the other students, but this is not love either.

At what point (if any) should you give up on someone that you love, knowing that it just can never work out? What if you began seeking comfort from someone else to help fill that loneliness? In the 2nd Episode of Scum’s Wish it’s hinted at what exactly will happen. Hanabi goes out with some girls from her class. One of the girls is dating 2 boys at once. Now she can’t choose because she loves both of them. Hanabi tells her if she doesn’t choose, she will end up alone. This very likely will be in parallel to what will happen to Hanabi. If she can’t give up her crush on Oniichan, but continues to keep dating Mugi, at some point, she will be in love with both of them. She will become stuck and unable to choose either of them, so she will be left alone.

So what do you think? Can Mugi and Hanabi ever fall in love? Will Hanabi or Mugi let go of their crush and find happiness with one another? Is their relationship really that wrong? I don’t feel that they will regret their relationship either way even if they don’t end up together in the end. I think that they will build enough fond memories together that the overall experience of the relationship will have more happy memories than sad ones despite how it may end.

The other article that I read points out that they could find comfort in other things/people. Which may be true, but I still don’t think that comforting each other through their hard time is really that bad. The original article that I read made it sound as if Hanabi and Mugi turn their backs on their friends and family and only turn to each other. This is not true. Mugi has Moca, Hanabi has Oniichan, her mom, and Ecchan. You also see both of them with other classmates, and it’s even stated in the description of the anime that they are both “Popular” and “well liked” at school. So I don’t think that if the relationship were to end that either of them would fall into a hopeless depression.

Are the Relationships in Scum’s Wish Really So Bad? was originally published on GeekySweetie.com - Geeky & Kawaii Anime, Tech, Toys, & Game Reviews & News

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