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ino-tamukas-baggy-sweater · 5 months

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Third Times the Charm (Megumi Fushiguro x Reader)

so i was innocently scrolling through tumblr dialogue prompts and then i got sucker punched and my brain absolutely vomited this in like 2 hours flat, i hope you like it besties :) (reader's CT is described in the fic itself)

Warnings: just mild beginnings of a panic attack, unless of course you count Satoru Gojo Being A Little Shit™

Word count: 2.4k

Megumi Fushiguro. Both the brightest thing in your life, whilst simultaneously remaining effortlessly dark and brooding. An enigma, frustrating to the nth degree, but also one of the only constants that you could trust in this world. He would never leave you, he was selfless to the point of being selfish, always putting others before himself and making sure you were safe before he even considered what might happen to him.

It’s not like you were weak, you were no special grade but high second was respectable for someone your age, considering a Ten Shadows user and Ryomen Sukuna’s vessel were two of your three classmates. You’d grown up alongside Megumi at Jujutsu Tech, taken in by Principal Yaga and Satoru Gojo, being the only surviving member of your clan which had wiped itself out because of your grandfather’s self-destructive pride.

The L/n clan wasn’t a big clan, not like the Gojo clan or the Zenin clan, but your clan had passed down a pair of useful techniques that you had been lucky enough to inherit, making you a valued addition in the Jujutsu community. Your Misdirect technique allows you to leave a copy of yourself in your current location and move incredibly quickly and undetected to a second location, most commonly used for a quick escape, and limited to a maximum of 5 clones, six entities in total, each acting on their own will but all returning to the whole once killed or called back. Your second technique was something you hadn’t explored much, it’s a reverse cursed technique that allows you to specifically regrow limbs, organs, or chunks lost from the body for both yourself and others, known amongst your former clan as the Starfish technique.

Starfish is only limited by the person you are healing, because it requires you to tap into their energy and feed strings of their DNA information through your brain and back into their body. The process is gruesome, best witnessed on an empty stomach, and you thank whatever higher power you believe in that you haven’t had to use it yet.

Growing up alongside Megumi meant you were close, not quite siblings but nobody could refute the fact that you came as a pair. Wherever you could be heard, Megumi’s soft voice would follow, wherever your figure lit up a room Megumi would be your shadow, and conversely wherever Megumi needed to be, you had to go with him. You were the sunshine beside him, even if you were a bit shy around anyone that wasn’t Gojo or Yaga.

Even now, as he stood with his back to you in the chaos, he protected you from threats both imaginary and corporeal. The fight had gone a bit south as having something similar to your own technique wielded by a curse user and turned against you wasn’t something you had ever prepared for. You’d quickly become more of a liability than anything else, a danger to yourself and Megumi. Though the current situation was nothing he couldn’t handle, but Gojo had insisted on sending you along, and now you knew why. Even though the curse user had decided to take a break and seemingly lounge in the depths of Rabbit Escape, you were still lost in your mind, and Megumi drops to a knee beside your hunched form.

His thumbs link after he gives you a once-over, “Nue,” He grunts, and the bird manifests beside him, “Get her out of here, I can’t protect her and defeat that idiot,” The Shikigami turns to you, shaking out it’s feathers lightly before nudging you with its mask, cooing softly. You blink heavily, your tongue’s ability to function lost in your haze of panic as you grab handfuls of its feathers to pull yourself to your feet and eventually onto it’s back. Megumi only looks back to you for a moment as he dismisses the Rabbit Escape, but it’s enough that you catch a tinge of sadness in his gaze, “Be safe,” He mutters, brushing his hand over the top of your thigh before Nue leaps into the air, carrying you tirelessly back to Jujutsu Tech.

The sudden elevation did nothing to help your nausea and you buried your face against the softness of the space just between Nue’s wings until it finally came to a slightly awkward landing. “Y/n, where the hell is Megumi?” Gojo’s voice is the bare minimum of comfort you need in order to raise your head, Nue moving to preen itself as you slide from its back. “I’m just a fucking liability,” You grunt, refusing to look into that accursed blindfold. You can sense his disappointment, but he doesn’t falter when he reaches for you, pulling you into his chest, “You’re not a liability, I made a bad call sending you out without more information, now where is Megumi?”

You can hear Nue take off behind you and your fingers dig into his jacket, “H-he should be fine,” You murmur, “Now that I’m gone, he sent me away to protect me,” Gojo tilts his head and you can almost hear the gears turning in his head as he contemplates your shivering form. “Do you love him?” He suddenly asks. You must look like a fish the way your mouth opens and closes, searching for an answer. “O-of course I love him! We’re best friends, we grew up together, isn’t that a given?” He shrugs, “Just curious kiddo, no need to be defensive,” He steps back again, “I’ll let you know when he gets back, go get some sleep,”

The second time Gojo asks you a question about Megumi you’re even less prepared, riding off the terrifying adrenaline high of the Kyoto sister-school Goodwill Event. Admitted to Shoko’s medical wing alongside your fellow students, you find yourself gravitating towards Megumi as you always have, who is tentatively watching over an unconscious Inumaki leant against his side. You take note of the blood dripping lazily from Inumaki’s lips and you cringe, remembering the moment he used his technique to save his fellow students.

Megumi looks up only a moment later, reaching for you with his free hand, “C’mere,” He grunts, pulling you down onto the bench on his other side. Your thighs press together and he rests his cheek atop your head, “You've gotta stop scaring me like that,” You roll your eyes, “When has anything other than Gojo’s pure rage ever scared you? Come on,” You scoff. He frowns, looking down at you, “Seeing you in danger has always scared me,” He murmurs softly. He sounds hurt, you suppose you all are a little bit, but he sounds positively shattered, his eyes swimming with an emotion you now come to realise is pure terror.

It stuns you to silence, “I hate seeing you put yourself on the line like that, you gotta promise you won’t do that anymore, not for me,” He urges softly, nudging his nose against your forehead, “Got it?” You can only nod in reply, and a moment later Shoko’s voice shocks the pair of you from your bubble, asking Megumi to carry Inumaki to the examination room next door. Your heart hasn’t stopped pounding since the moment he grabbed you and at this rate it’ll take a lifetime to recover. “Y/n you’ve got that look again,” Or one interaction with Satoru Gojo. “Come on, you see the way he looks at you, what are you guys anyway?” He plops down beside you on the bench, lifting his blindfold and taking your hands to inspect the light lacerations on your skin and clothing left by that plant curse before Yuji and Todo tagged in.

Both adrenaline and fear were still flowing through your brain, you couldn’t find it in you to focus on anything let alone what Gojo had just asked you. You stayed silent, allowing him to just look at you, until he takes your chin between two fingers which forces you to look up into his eyes. You feel like a deer in headlights, trapped by his startlingly blue eyes, “You’re good kids,” He murmurs, “If you love him you should listen to him,” You just nod. You always nod, you’re a giver not a taker. “Y/n,” Megumi calls and you look to the side, seeing him leaning in the doorway, “You’re next, come on,” He holds out a hand for you to take and you’re drawn to him like he’s a singing siren.

His hand engulfs yours with a warmth you associate with love, the innocent kind of love that blossoms from shared knowledge and a bond stretching years into the past. You only look back at Gojo once before the door shuts between you, his blindfold repositioned over his eyes, but the signature smirk still plastered across his lips. Albeit just a little softer than it usually is.

The third time he asks is when it finally drives you crazy.

Things had been quiet in the aftermath of the exchange event, a fair few weeks had gone by and you’d only gotten closer to Megumi. His love language was not physical touch, not by a long shot, but he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off you if he was beside you. Whether his thigh was pressed up against yours at lunch, or he held your hand in public while Nobara held your other hand, or his head rested in your lap in the evenings as you watched movies with your fellow first years. He always seemed to seek some kind of physical connection with you, and this hadn’t gone unnoticed by Gojo. Nothing gets by his six eyes, not even his broody adopted son in all his attempts at subtlety.

You don’t even see him coming, so it makes you jump when he places a hand on your shoulder, shrieking lightly. “Jesus Gojo!” You hiss, smacking at him with the back of your hand. He’s evidently let his infinity down for a moment just to let you have the satisfaction of hitting him, “I could be Jesus yes, what an astute observation! This is why you’re my favourite student,” He nudges you with his elbow as the pair of you stand watching Yuji and Megumi sparring on the school field. Nobara left a few minutes ago to order takeout for dinner, the sun setting in the summer sky above, casting a soft orange glow on Megumi’s face. “Seriously, what is the deal with you and Megumi,” He asks bluntly, “Are you dating? Have you kissed? What’s going on?” Your eyes don’t stray from Megumi’s form as you reply, “Oh no, no way, we’re not going there today,” You declare, “We’re just friends and that’s all we’ll ever be,”

He angles his head down, shaking it as he leans into your space, “Now now, you and I both know that’s not true, why don’t you just try? You’ve got nothing to lose,” You take a step to the side, increasing the distance between your sensei and yourself as you let out a breath. Megumi and Yuji have finished sparring, the dying sunlight making them both look ethereal, but it’s always been Megumi at the centre of your attention. “Yuji! Can I talk to you for a second?” Gojo calls out and the boy nods eagerly, racing up and following your teacher as the taller man slings an arm over his shoulder. Traitor. You glare silently, but your anger dissipates quickly, turning to Megumi as he wipes his face with a towel, gulping from his bottle. “Yuji gets stronger every day, I’m glad he holds back when sparring,” He says, the soft rasp of his voice making you feel warm.

“Megumi can I ask you something?” You say, sitting down just to the side of where he rests his foot on the bench, retying his shoelaces. “Yeah, what’s on your mind?” He brushes his fingers past your thigh and you wonder for a moment if he’s doing it on purpose, before pushing through the distraction, “What are we?” He falls still for a moment, “What do you mean?”

You shift until you’re straddling the bench, bringing one foot up so you can rest your chin on your knee, “I don’t know, Gojo won’t stop pestering me, and he keeps asking if I love you,” He tilts his head, letting his foot drop to the ground before sitting on the bench himself, elbows rested on his knees. “Well, do you?” He asks quietly. You look down at the grass, breathing softly through your nose, “Well of course I do,” You murmur, “You’re one of my closest friends, I’ve always loved you,” He lets his head hang down, “Yes but do you love me, Y/n?” He presses, turning to face you and matching your bench straddle. You drop your knee in surprise and he places his hands heavy on your thighs, making your skin tingle as he grips you through your pants, “Does your heart race as mine does? Is there a place for me in your heart?” He murmurs.

You feel like a fish again, unable to reply with your mouth hanging open slightly, but you nod, swallowing nervously, “Megumi,” You sigh, “You’re everything to me,” You reach a trembling hand out and cup his cheek, stroking with your thumb, “I train as much as I can so I can be as strong as you one day and be able to protect you in the same way you’ve protected me,” He smiles softly, something you see so rarely you want to stay in this moment forever, “Oh Y/n, as long as you live my life has meaning,” He whispers, “There’s no need for you to stress yourself, I’ll always find my way back to you, even if that means I have to walk through hell,”

His lips are soft as they find yours, the sunlight finally surrendering to twilight, the time of day you most associate with Megumi. You lean into him, your free hand placed on the bench between you to prevent an awkward fall, legs spread as far as they’ll comfortably go to get closer to one another. The kiss is sweet, he tastes like the powdery candy Yuji bought earlier in the week and you tease his lips with your tongue and teeth eagerly. A soft chuckle as he brings his hand up to the back of your head, your mouths falling open and tongues exploring one another in tandem.

“FUSHIGURO! GET YOUR TONGUE OUT OF HER THROAT YOU PIG!” Nobara’s voice makes the pair of you break apart, cheeks flushed and lips tingling as the girl moves to close the distance, “I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR TEN MINUTES!” You giggle softly as Megumi rubs the back of his neck, “Don’t act surprised, you knew this was coming,” He says, dropping his hand and linking his fingers with yours. He looks into your eyes and you know in that moment everything is as it should be, at least for a while.

Thanks for all the love on the last two fics I posted, I'm hopefully going to be writing one every few days, i've got a lot of free time on my hands right now and I'd love some requests or some random prompts if anybody is keen on sending me any :)

also I'm thinking of doing a '7 days until the new year' kind of series, with a different prompt for each day and maybe small blurbs, like one for every jjk character I write for and then all posted at once, but I'll see where I get to with the fics I'm currently working on

Post dividers from @cafekitsune

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clementine-thedestroyer · 24 days

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Omega!Gaz x Omega!reader x Alpha!Price….

Gaz has a pussy here, you’ve been warned. Either male omegas have cunts or he’s trans, pick whichever you prefer because I sure as hell don’t explain shit.

Omega-Omega couples were rare… but not unheard of.

You and Gaz were one of the rare examples of a pair of mated Omegas, and while it had been hard in the beginning (not for the reasons anyone assumes. Heats were, if anything, easier with another Omega) people around you would cite you two as an example of a perfect couple- just two people who loved each other more than anything else.

Gaz had worked hard to get where he was- to prove he could serve and hold his own right alongside betas and alphas without being a liability. It’d been hard, the military wasn’t exactly always the most progressive place, but Price had welcomed him into the 141 with open arms, treating him like he would any other soldier.

He’d felt accepted in the 141- at home, and after a while, he’d eventually decided to introduce you to his team, figuring you had a right to know the men who kept him from coming back home in a box and trusting Price to be accepting and respectful of your relationship (and also to keep the less socially-adept members of the team from making any off comments)

And it had been great- Price stood up to shake your hand as Gaz introduced you two, treating you like any other even when you fumbled the greeting and extended the wrong hand. He’d sat across from you and Gaz in the circular booth the group had claimed in the pub, giving the two of you kind smiles as he asked occasional, respectful questions about your relationship.

The night had nearly gone sideways when Soap had started to ask “So- like, the two of you, how does that work for your, you know.. hea-“ only to be immediately shut down with a stern glare from Price and the man Gaz had introduced as “Ghost” smacking him on the back of the neck.

You and Gaz had never considered opening up your relationship to an Alpha or beta. One too many insensitive comments (not unlike Soap’s, though at least his didn’t come from a place of malicious intent) and Alphas taking the first chance to trample over your relationship just because you were omegas has put you both off the subject as a whole.

But, Price’s protective demeanor, the scent of whiskey, smoke, and something distinctly him hanging off of him, the way he’d clap Gaz on the back or shoulder, treating him just like he would Ghost or Soap, the small, U-shaped smile he seemed to only give the two of you- and that was all it took for your resolve to crumble.

And Price? Well, he was just happy to have the two prettiest, sweetest omegas he’d ever met dropped right onto his lap.

All this time, he’d been keeping his emotions and desires under wraps- resisting the urge to shove his pretty new sergeant down on his cock until he choked and gagged, painstakingly applying the sticky, annoying little white patches over his scent glands so Gaz wouldn’t find his scent overwhelming or obnoxious and wouldn’t be able to tell when his scent got heavier after staring at Gaz’s ass a moment too long.

And then to find out his sergeant was mated? To another omega?? Oh the things that ran through his mind. The two of you would think him derange if you’d known the things he wanted to do to the two of you.

And of course, when he meets you, he’s only down worse. Seeing his sergeant and his precious girl he’d talk about so fondly- and he could blame him, you were a sight. A pretty girl like you for a pretty boy like Kyle, it was fitting.

That entire night at the pub, he’d been chanting don’t be a prick don't be a prick don't be a prick in his head like a mantra, desperately trying to stay professional and respectful. He was digging his nails into his thigh so hard trying to ground himself that he was half concerned he’d break skin.

Only to then, afterwards, find out that you two were pinning over him almost as bad as he was for you? To find out that the pair of omegas he wanted nothing more than to absolutely destroy were practically offering themselves up on a silver platter?

Oh, he was ecstatic.

When Price first gets the two of you into bed, he’s mean, sitting back in his chair and lighting one of his fancier cigars and smirking as he makes you two scissor and grind your clits together for him- not letting the two of you stop until he’s done with his cigar and both of you have cum.

He’s content to sit back and enjoy the sight, watching you cry and writhe under Gaz in over stimulation from already coming as he holds you tight and grinds his clit against yours desperately, panting out pleading, breathy apologies over not being able to cum faster.

Price likes to have the two of you kiss too- especially sweet kisses shared between the two of you that devolve into desperate, needy make out sessions all under Price’s watchful eyes.

He just likes to watch his omegas love on eachother- giving the two of you occasional instructions to give her a hickey for me, Gaz. Mark her all up for us. Love, how about you help our boy get out of those jeans? Good girl, good job.

He’ll give you or Gaz permission to hump the other’s thigh, only to take it away right as you're about to cum and laugh at the desperate, strangled plea he gets in return.

He’ll pull the two of you to your knees in front of him, having the two of you make out around and worship his cock. One of you will take him as far as you can in your mouth, while the other sucks and kisses at what doesn’t fit and at his heavy balls.

And fucking the two of you is an ordeal with how needy you can be- Price usually ends up with three fingers buried in one of your cunts and his cock stuffed deep in the other, trying desperately to keep pace and keep it together even with two whining, needy omegas under him.

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fear-is-truth · 2 months

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LOVING HIM WAS NEVER ENOUGH ༄

─ kai anderson x gn!reader

tags: toxic relationship. codependency. abuse. mention of murder. kai is a warning himself

'𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑗𝑎𝑧𝑧 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟…

song: ULTRAVIOLENCE ⨾⁩ masterlist • taglist ࿐

a/n: not proofread very thoroughly due to school stuff.. plus english isn’t my first language sorry if there’s any mistakes!!

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ever since his encounter with pastor Charles, Kai saw the world through tainted lenses, his perception coloured by disgust as he regarded its occupants as lesser beings—pawns to be manipulated and discarded.

while Kai reveled in the fear and submission of his followers, you were the one soul he couldn't bring himself to despise. which was strange, considering that his primary emotions consisted of hatred and spite.

not you, though. you were a living paradox in his existence. the moment he laid eyes on you, Kai knew you were special. destined for greatness, just like him. yes, you had your flaws and vulnerabilities just like everyone else, but for once, his first thoughts weren't about how to exploit them to his advantage (he still did, just to a lesser extent).

you were his favorite project to work on— each post-meeting pinky power session serving as an opportunity to slowly chisel away at the layers of your soul. painstakingly, he hollowed you out, creating a space within you to pour himself in. Kai did all of these with such a fervour that bordered on obsession, for he was that desperate to make you his.

even though the act itself was tainted by his own selfish motives, Kai loved you. in his own toxic. fucked-up way, he truly loved you. each manipulation, each lie was a misguided attempt to shape you into the person he believed you should be, the person you deserved to be—

his equal.

and you did not disappoint him in the slightest. when you first crossed paths—orchestrated by Kai’s careful planning after months of observation, you were weak, timid. but now, you emerged from the ashes of your former self, reborn. you could point a gun at someone’s face and pull the trigger without batting an eye, the only thought crossing your mind as blood splattered across your cheek was being how divine ruler would be pleased that you completed the mission.

you were his creation; his magnum opus. and to Kai, there was nothing more beautiful than that.

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shy islands of desire began to emerge. morally destitute, Kai was spiritually ravenous, he craved to be drowned in your adoring gaze, voracious for every ounce of attention you were willing to bestow upon him. it wasn't the superficial adulation of his other followers that he sought. no, it was the way your fingers gently carded through his hair, the warmth of your touch searing into his skin, the way your laughter echoed in the shadowy crevices of his heart where light rarely touched.

he was addicted to you like he was to adderall, consuming you greedily, the bitter taste lingering on the tip of his tongue. in his mind, his attachment to you would be his ultimate downfall. you became a liability, a distraction from his path to greatness, and he couldn't afford to be tethered to anything that might pose a threat to his cause. Kai understood all too well the age-old adage— “since love and fear can hardly coexist, it is far safer to be feared than loved.”

Kai didn't need anyone, least of all you.

the tenderness he once bestowed upon you was replaced with a cold aloofness that left you feeling like a kicked puppy, bewildered by his sudden cruelty.

at times he would lash out, the sharp sting of his palm leaving you gasping for breath as you stumbled backward. even as you lay on the ground, the taste of blood on your lips and tears staining your cheeks, there was a perverse desire for more. more pain, more punishment, more of him. in those moments of brutality, it felt as though the violence itself was a form of intimacy, making you feel something, anything, even if it hurt.

panic attacks have become mere flutterings in your chest, mistaken for the butterflies of excitement that accompanied his touch, leaving you trembling with anticipation instead of justified dread.

❦

Kai wasn’t easy to like, much less to love. he was as thorny as a rose, beautiful yet unapproachable. every interaction with him left you bleeding with a million little stab wounds.

his touch was tender but cruel, always leaving you with bruises that bloomed across your skin like dark flowers. you wore them like badges of honour, some sort of sick proof that something existed between you. at times, when Kai was plotting away in the basement and you were left all alone, you traced the outlines of the scars with trembling fingers, pressing your lips against the tender flesh to feel the ghost of his touch. imagining that he was with you, his breath hot against your neck, his hands gentle yet possessive as they roamed your body.

“To live is to suffer, to suffer is to find meaning in that suffering,”

Kai was the cause of your suffering, the architect of your pain. his actions leaving behind an endless trail of tears and heartache in its wake.

but to you, Kai was also your meaning, the driving force behind every breath you took and every beat of your heart.

yet somehow, in some tragic, catastrophically romantic way, the two of you fit together.

as his lips sought yours, hungry and desperate, you surrendered yourself to him completely and knowing that for Kai, you'd ruin yourself a million times over.

for him, you'd be a martyr to his cause, bearing his sins upon your shoulders in the hopes of earning his affection. you’d be the sacrificial lamb at the altar of his ambitions, offering up pieces of yourself in exchange for his love.

❦

Kai resented the hold you have over him, the way you could make his insides go all soft and warm with just a smile. it grated against his pride and his need to be in control at all times.

and yet, he could never bring himself to give you up completely, even when he knew he should. every time he tried to wean you off, the withdrawal symptoms of your absence left him trembling for another hit.

the addiction ran too deep.

each night began with him, standing in front of your bedroom door and cursing himself for his lack of restraint, for allowing his feelings for you to cloud his judgment.

each night ended the same way, the two of you tangled in each other's arms, sweat-dampened skin pressed together as he curled behind you, pinky fingers linked. soft kisses gracing your shoulder.

as morning dawned, you would wake to find yourself alone in bed, the emptiness smothering you like a fog. it didn’t matter, because you knew he’d be back.

you both pretended that Kai was the one in control, the way he'd prefer it to be.

but in truth, it was you who held the reigns.

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lorei-writes · 3 months

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Character Thoughts: Character Design #1 - Chevalier, Gilbert, Leon

My personal outlook on the character design choices in Pri is that the primary objective of the artist behind them was to reflect personality of the suitor rather than to fit within any specific time period. As such, it becomes a question... What can be read from their looks?

Images were sourced from @acrispyapple 's blog.

Chevalier

Chevalier's colour scheme is all black and white, with subtle golden touches. It is fairly simplistic and may draw forward the image of a white tiger -- a ferocious although rare beast. It creates a frightening backdrop for any blood that may be spilled... and accurately enough, may serve as a reflection of a binary logic mindset.

Asymmetric cape allows for greater freedom of movement. The arm he draws his sword with is not going to be restrained under the weight of fabric. His boots look suitable for horse riding and the cut of his jacket, I believe, is meant to resemble military uniforms of centuries prior. Chevalier is covered from his fingertips to his very neck -- there isn't a vulnerability exposed in him. He is vigilant, he is ready to act, he is guarded. His skin will not be first to be cut, poison will not enter his system without struggle, his hand will not slip on the hilt of his sword even as it grows slick from crimson. Chevalier is a knight.

But through and through, he is also royalty. The haft at his hip could be called subtly ornate, albeit the material it's been made of makes it more so "humbly" opulent. The gold he dons speaks of riches, as does the fur at his collar. He's a commander. He is a noble. His position clearly separates him from others.

Chevalier is eye-catching. And were he involved in battle? You'd fear what you'd see. As you should.

Gilbert

Black, white and gold also follow Gilbert around. However, if in Chevalier's case it could have been argued that the split between darkness and light was even, then Gilbert is the dark itself. The rest are merely accents. They do not reveal much of his mystery, do not offer anything past sparse commentary on it... And I believe they aren't supposed to. Gilbert is the unknown. He is threatening and he is very clear about it.

The orders at his chest, the cut of the lapels, his boots -- it is hard not to see signs of Gilbert being involved with military. However, his clothes have clearly not been designed for ease of movement. They seem heavy, like he could get twisted in them at any moment and collapse, not to mention the heat. Long and heavily adorned with patterned accents, gold, they speak of might... But of that becoming of a commander, not a person who fights themselves. The cravat at his neck is yet another sign of how far removed he is from direct action. It is both a liability in combat and a sign of status.

Gloves, cane and eyepatch. Why should a person of his age need them? Surely, this question comes with simple answers... But are they quite correct? There's a dissonance there. You can see his secrets, but it does not mean they will be revealed to you. He, after all, too is guarded.

Leon

Another character dressed in black! But... Leon's is different, isn't it? It speaks of mystery, of secrets, surely, but when combined with noble gold and warm red... It is almost as if he wanted to say "I wish I could tell you, but I cannot". Even if not everything can be made clear, it is evident his actions are underlined with royal scarlet of high ideals.

Leon is a hero. You can see it in his wear -- it is much too informal to place him among the military, but it undeniably shows power and readiness to take up direct action. The guard at his shoulder may be complex, but the same cannot be said about the design of the hilt at his hip. It is simple, so much so that it begs to ask who else could wield it. If that is his weapon of choice, how far above a common knight does Leon see himself? Or... does he consider himself to be above them at all?

Based on the quality of his clothing and detail put into it alone, it is evident that Leon is not a person you may pass on the streets. However, his hands are out there, completely unprotected. And the way he wears his cape? His belts? The sash? It is utterly proper. Even if the lapels of his jacket do not follow any standards for uniforms, it is still buttoned up as it should be. Relaxed (or as relaxed as it may be for royalty), it gives him a laid-back, reliable appearance. The lion insignia clearly signifies who he is.

What are you hiding, Leon? We are at arm's length. You shine too bright... Yet you also mean us no harm.

#chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #ikemen prince chevalier #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikemen series #leon dompteur #ikepri leon #ikemen prince leon #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #ikemen prince gilbert

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carlandrea · 2 years

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Why Legolas Greenleaf was Chosen for the Fellowship of the Ring

First, Why Not Glorfindel, (with Glorfindel standing in for, in general, any ancient heroes who might be hanging around Rivendell)

This is a stealth mission. The first priority should not be Heroics, which, if anything goes well, should not be necessary. It would have been useful to have Glorfindel when they encountered, for example, the Balrog, but ideally, they would not have encountered a balrog

So then, if you're not expecting to use Heroics, than having someone that much more powerful than the rest of the party is actually a massive liability. If Legolas fell victim to the ring, then Aragorn and Boromir could take him out. If Glorfindel was sent on the mission and tried to take the ring, then everyone else is kind of just fucked. He's Glorfindel. It's the same reason none of the people Frodo offers the ring to takes it. (Gandalf is mildly a complication for this point but like Gandalf just really needs to be here. We need Gandalf.)

Could Gandalf fight Glorfindel? idk. I feel like a redditor just asking the question. it wouldn't be good for anyone if he did, that's for fucking sure

Why Legolas Specifically

He's good at stealth. He's a good scout. He's cheerful and not prone to despair. He's a good fit for this kind of mission

As a Mirkwood elf, he does not have the same vested personal interest in the Three surviving that a Rivendell or Lothlorien elf might have. He is not going on a specific quest to destroy his own home, which would be the kind of thing the Ring would love to latch on to.

Also, as a Silvan elf, his people mildly have a much better track record with the cursed shinies than like. the high elves. the wise. et fucking cetera (I am not open to corrections as to whether Legolas is a silvan elf <3)

But also—specifically—Legolas is someone who is very used to creeping dread and despair, and he's still Like That. He's still Legolas. He's still weird and cheerful and excited about trees. My first point is that he's not prone to despair, and I just want to stress that he has been under this kind of pressure—under the creeping shadow—for his entire life.

he's not tired in the way that so many elves are

Also—

I made another short post about this, and I got this response:

#personally I've always thought it's because #he's actually from one of the places right now #where Men Dwarves and Elves all talk to each other#whereas an elf from Rivendell or Loth Lorien may be very wise and learn'd in what you need to know to be considered learn'd #but have they spoken to someone who isn't of their kin in the last thousand years? #have they experience traveling paths unknown to them and finding their way? #can they hear an insult and try to reach through cultural differences? #would they be able to walk into a texmex restuarant for the first time and go 'oh it's spelled t-a-c-o gotcha CHOMP mmm' #(I suspect not)

(tags by @fairy-anon-godmother)

Which I really agree with!!

In Conclusion:

My boy was perfect for this quest :) He's cheerful, he's young, and he's exactly what the fellowship needs in their elf

#lotr #Legolas #lotr newsletter spoilers

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sailorkamino · 1 year

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i saw that requests are open, so could i request your headcanons about the bad batch reacting to a unexpected love confession from their crush (the reader)? ❤️🥰

you confess [bad batch]

relationships: gn reader x bad batch

warnings: inexperienced clones, jealous cross, insecurities, some internalized ableism (echo)

a/n: my first bad batch request! thank you so much!

crosshair

• cross will flirt with you all the time but when you confess he shut downs (like that brooklyn 99 episode where adrien is super flirty but when rosa asks him out he runs away)

• cross doesn't take your feelings seriously bc he doesn't see himself as lovable :(

• he rather keep you at a distance than be hurt when you eventually leave

• i think this fear is why he starts fights with regs, he rejects them before he can be rejected

• besides you're a liability, cross already has to keep his stupid siblings alive, he doesn't need another loved one distraction

• it might take seeing you flirt with someone else for him to admit his feelings

• i know that's low key toxic but so is crosshair so it works out

• within a second you're being pinned against the closest wall, long fingers squeezing your hips

echo

• echo's feelings are very obvious (he treats you like royalty ffs) but he never considers confessing

• his insecurities have convinced him that you could never feel the same way

• so when you do it feels too good to be true

• he's so expressive, you might as well just told him he'd won the lottery

• he doesn't understand why choose him when he has a million brothers with the same face and no baggage

• "because they're not you"

• you have to reassure him when it comes to his body

• "i like your prosthetics. they make me feel safe. like nothing can hurt me when i'm with you."

• your health/safety is echo's main priority so to hear you see him a protector >>>>

• thats when it becomes real for echo: the person of my dreams wants me

• he's instantly pulling you into him, kissing your check and showering you in mando'a compliments

hunter

• hunter first clocked your rapid heart beat around him as nerves

• does he intimidate you? he goes out of his way to be nice as possible but it keeps happening

• at this point he's concerned, he even brings it up to tech

• when he confronts you about your 'health issue' you're embarrassed but it's also funny as hell

• well since you've been called out you might as well shoot your shot

• "i'm love sick" "oh fuck is it treatable?"

• you can't help but laugh at your sweet, dumb, hunk

• "i want to date you, hunter"

• when he's silent you start to apologize but he quickly silences you with a kiss

• "oh sweetheart" he pants when you finally pull away

tech

• tech has a hard time understanding when someones serious vs joking

• so even if he does pick up on your flirting he might think you're kidding

• he's used to being teased by his brothers but no ones ever flirted with him

• when you confess you need to be very straight forwards

• "i like you romantically, tech" "...why?"

• he's not fishing for compliments, he genuinely wants to know your thought process

• tech, much like crosshair, is confused bc he doesn't see himself as boyfriend material

• in turn, he begans listing off everything he likes about you

• you actually have to cut him off because he won't stop-

• "i'm infatuated with you as well"

wrecker

• everyone knows about wrecker's feelings except for wrecker

• he's never had a crush before, or even a friend that's not a sibling, so he doesn't recognize the feeling

• but his crush is visible from space

• he considers you his best friend and wants to be with you all the time

• he will do anything for your attention (even share the good rations)

• when you first confess it goes over his head because you guys already have a really affectionate friendship

• "i like you" "aw i like you too" "no i mean i like you more than a friend" "like a best friend?" "no like i want to kiss you!"

• he stares at you in shock with those big puppy eyes, "you can kiss me. like all the time if you want"

• so you do

• he sweeps you off your feet and spins you around, almost knocking out poor tech who happens to walk by

• "TECH! WE'RE DATING!"

#clone wars #the bad batch #bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb echo #tbb echo x reader #tcw echo #tcw echo x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb tech x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker #arc trooper echo x reader #arc trooper echo #sergeant hunter

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turbulentscrawl · 6 months

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Ganji Gupta General HCs

I'm unable to make a header for Ganji at the moment, but I'll add one to the post later when I can get on my good desktop.

Edit: Added!

-First of all, in case it isn’t clear, Ganji started the fire. However, it’s important to note that Ganji chose arson for a few specific reasons. Plausible deniability was one. The second was that a fire gave people a chance to escape. Ganji believes in something along the lines of karma (I’m not especially religious or philosophical myself so I don’t feel inclined to pick one in particular for him), and a fire better allowed that to step in and save his targets. If the universe or whatever higher power, decided they deserved to live then they would, and Ganji could rest assured that they weren’t a wholly bad person. All but that child perished in the smoke and flames, though, so that settles that doesn’t it?

-Ganji is a man suffering from disillusionment. This is the result of him being taken advantage of. He left everything behind, came to another county just for the sport he loved, for his passion, only to find out that he was seen as nothing more than a novelty item. Something—not even a someone—kept around because his very existence was “amusing.” Disgusting.

-And it all happened because he’s naïve. He knows this, and just about everyone that’s around him for more than a day knows it, so now he’s incredibly protective of that aspect of himself. He’s not self-conscious of it or anything, he knows that naivety is just as aspect of someone being kind and trusting, but he’ll be damned if he lets someone else use him to their benefit again.

-Like Andrew, he’s developed a tendency to be sharp and reclusive as a defense mechanism. However, his emotional walls aren’t as thick, as dense. In a way, his hurt runs less deep because he doesn’t have self-hatred to factor into the cocktail of his pain. He warms to people faster and has a sweeter disposition under his cover…but you’ll have to be persistent if you want to get to that point. Ganji will shrug off offerings of kindness several times before giving someone a chance.

-In-line with his kindheartedness, but counter to the façade he puts up, Ganji can’t ignore someone else in real need. His mask falls as soon as someone’s peace or safety are threatened. He’s either the greatest hero or the biggest liability to have in a match because he can and will charge head-long into a hunter if it means saving another survivor. Even the ones he doesn’t like all that much. Additionally, he’s generally willing to argue on behalf of someone not willing to speak up for themselves.

-This boy is hard-headed. Stubborn! There are so many stupid hills he’s willing to die on. But he’s also not very good at arguments (which is unfortunate, considering the above hc), he stumbles over his words a lot, jumbles his points up. He sounds a lot more put-together in writing than in person, but his handwriting is atrocious so honestly good luck reading it. Poor guy is at a communication crossroads and both roads lead to embarrassment.

-As one might guess, this all makes Ganji very one-track minded in matches…and with most of his problems in life. Something wrong, anything? Swing the bat. At a ball, at a head. You know, whatever the situation calls for.

-His nativity also means that he doesn’t pick up on flirtation well. Someone either has to be very direct or very patient for Ganji to pick up on their interest. When he does catch on, he’s hesitant to reciprocate. He can’t deny the appeal of relationships, but he hasn’t had one since before he left home. Things are different. Really different, considering the manor…but it’s not hard to convince the guy to give love a chance as long as you’re not overly pushy.

-He spends a lot of free time at the manor trying to get people to play cricket with him. It doesn’t matter that no one else is really good at it, he just misses playing. William and Mike are the only ones who agree regularly, and that’s certainly not enough people. Most others only play along for Ganji’s birthday.

#idv batter #identity v #ganji gupta #ganji gupta x reader #turbulentscrawl #idv x reader

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beautifulpersonpeach · 7 months

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Lol thanks again to YG, we’re starting to have a repeat of what happened in 2019, happen again in 2023. Including k-pop stans and antis looking for every opportunity to rope in BTS. And just like back then when Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi were the scapegoats and some members suffered witch-hunt scandals, now the focus is yet again on Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, and the hyung line members who are yet to enlist.

The only difference between then and now, is that the fandom has far more akgaes now than it did in 2019. Meaning, more people with zero-ordered thinking skills whatsoever, who rely on siloed information (I mean just see my last post how PJMs were clueless about what Jimin himself said on live), and so they’re significantly easier to manipulate, rile up, and trigger.

Akgaes are also far more eager than even BTS antis from rival fandoms, to weaponize anything against rival BTS members. Just like back then, it was JJKs leading the charge against Jimin for the Paris Club scandal, accusing him of cocaine use and prostitution, and PJMs were front and center accusing Jungkook of killing someone in a road accident where official records noted it was a fender bender. Their antics did more damage given how obsessively, maniacally, they pushed these rumours even more than antis from rival fandoms (except VIPs and Blinks - and many VIPs became Blinks).

Yet again, in 2023, it’s akgaes of various members already visiting my inbox less than 12 hours after the news of GDragon’s drug case broke, already weaponizing this news against Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon. Of course based on no real evidence whatsoever.

I know a lot of people here joined post-2020 and guzzled down the akgae koolaid in the last few months, perhaps out of anger at how their faves were treated, or out of some misguided notion that it’s not so bad to only stan one member. But like I’ve said, akgaes are not about stanning one member so much as they’re about hating the rest and controlling that one, no matter what they tell you.

This group of people are the largest liability in the fandom and for BTS, they are BTS’s largest weakness, and their ultimate motivation is to weaken or destroy the group so the member they choose can break out as a solo artist. Take it from someone who has seen over and over again, what happens when this faction of people grow within a fandom. They are a liability to Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, and everyone else in BTS, and exist to achieve a goal contrary to one every single member has said, which is to remain in BTS for a long time. And if akgaes have to use an extremely damaging drug scandal rumour to help achieve their aim, even when it’s likely to backfire on their faves, they will not hesitate. It’s literally already happening.

Now, I have a pretty strong idea of what’s going to happen in the next few days if it’s anything like what happened in 2019. The situation is extremely delicate considering the members are about to enlist. Anybody who doesn’t use their head is a nuisance and handicap. I suggest everyone else focus on BTS.

#bts #jimin #park jimin #Jungkook #jikook #taehyung #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #bts chapter 2 #bts solo stans #2023 drug scandal #pjms #JJKs

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ivestas · 2 years

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so you know the gus boxcutter scene right? can I request some hurt/comfort of what happens after that? like maybe we help clean the blood off gus's face??

bloodied promise

Summary: Gustavo’s face was splattered with blood, so you clean it off.

Word count: 0.4k

Warnings: Blood, spoilers for season 4 ep 1 of breaking bad

Note: i didnt do any hurt/comfort cuz i didnt know how to implement it in this scenario :( but thank you for requesting! also, i love the gus requests, keep them coming, but i also do other characters, guys!! check the pinned post for the characters i accept :D

“Fuck, Gustavo, why’d you do that?”

It was a rhetorical question really, you were no fool—Gustavo hates liabilities, which is ironic considering Walter White is a walking, talking liability—but still, the brutality of it all, the goddamn spectacle of it, you can’t help but wonder if it was something else.

Silent warning? A show of anger? Something deeper?

But Gustavo didn’t answer, opting to ignore you and take off the bloodied hazmat suit in that silence.

You glance at the open door.

Walter and Jesse were gone, alongside Mike.

You were alone with him.

Good, finally.

Grabbing the kleenex box that was on top of one of the shelves, you snagged several sheets of tissue and waited for him to toss away the suit.

Still silent, he turned to you.

He lifted his chin, angling it to the side, staring at you.

“Wish you were a little more careful, or, I don’t know, de-weeding the source of the problem,” you carefully lifted the tissues, carefully dabbing away the bigger beads of blood that decorated his face. “But do what you want. But, if push comes to shove, and I know he’s to do something to you, I’ll—”

“Don’t worry,” he cut in with words that held no emotion—almost listless in its nature. “I already have plans arranged. All I need you to do is to watch quietly from a distance.”

Quietly. Distance.

Those two words cannot be applied to you, and somehow, you knew he was aware of that—some part of you just fucking knew he recognized what he asked was an impossible request from you, but… you’re always cutting past the impossible, right?

Carelessly tossing the tissues to the ground—an action that made you immediately assure Gustavo that it will be cleaned up—you grabbed another set of tissues and were rougher, dragging it across the smaller lines of blood that lined his strangely warm skin.

You were absorbed in the action, cleaning his face with inexplicable care, one that made you realize later was strangely… intimate?

“Okay,” you breathed, taking a step back, now acutely aware of how close you were—closer than you’ve ever been. “I’m done. We’re done. Your face is clean, Gus.” He didn’t say anything. You looked up at him now. “Gus?”

He was staring at you, and for a moment, you thought something was wrong—did you miss a spot? Is there blood behind his ear, somehow—?

He grabbed a tissue and with a silent tenderness wiped at your cheek.

There was blood on it?

“You were too close,” he said quietly. “You’re always too close.”

“I’m sorry.” You didn’t mean it.

And again, strangely, you felt like he knew.

#gus fring x reader #gustavo fring x reader #breaking bad x reader #better call saul x reader #female reader #requests are open

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andersons-bayonettes · 9 months

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Oh we're not done, I have a lot to think about disabled!CoD Cast because I live for disability representation, even if I know my last one wasn't so good, this one hits close to home, because my father too has a disabled leg due to a car accident. So who are tackling now? We're talking John Price with a leg prosthetic and crutches.

John felt weak. He felt absolutely useless, worthless, weak and he was in so much pain. He had saved one of his boys, yes, but goddamn did it hurt. His leg was bleeding profusely, he couldn't stand or walk with it and now he was a liability. Better him than Soap, he had convinced himself. It hadn't even been Soap he has saved, or had it? He couldn't quite remember. When the MedEvac arrived, they immediately cut of circulation in his leg, as he cursed and had a thought if where this was going. And he was right.

You were at home when you got a text saying he would be home early, telling you to not pick him up though, he would come home just fine. You hadn't expected anything serious, some new scars, wounds, scabs. Maybe one or two bullet holes, nothing you hadn't seen before, but when the door opened and you saw your husband hobble in with crutches, you stared, mouth agape at his leg. His one leg. You rushed towards him immediately. "John, baby, are you alright?!" Stupid question, of course not, but what else would be your first words? You were shocked. You wanted to know if he was okay with his leg missing

He huffed, making his way towards the couch, slowly and whining you noticed.

He was not okay.

You grabbed him his favourite tea, setting it in front of him before settling next to him in the couch. "Hey, Baby, you wanna talk about it?" He stared at you for a second, gaze hard, before it softened, only to turn cold as he looked away. "Are you in pain? Do you need anything?! Can I-"

"shut up"

His voice cut through yours, it was harsh. He didn't mean it, you knew, but it did hurt. You sat back. Silent. Waiting for him to drink his tea. You were just worried. What else could you do? What could you do to help him? To make him feel at home?

"Are you hungry?" "I can make my own food." "I need to cook anyways, I just wanted to ask if you'd like something special?" "I can cook my own food." "I always make it for you?" He stared at you bitterly. "Don't fucking baby me becaus so lost a goddamn leg. I'm not fucking weak."

It clicked then. "But I never assumed you were?" He fell silent then. Staring at you, then at the cup of tea. "I just want to make sure you're alright, baby. Really. Let me spoil you, you just came home from war."

It took a long time of persuasion to get him to understand you didn't want to baby him, that he wasn't weak because he lost a leg. But he still felt that way, you knew. He just tolerated your help. And then the next hurdle came.

A prosthetic and it's lawsuits.

The military didn't want to cover for the prosthetic you had convinced him to get, so he would feel more alive, being able to use his hands like before, instead of adjusting himself everything he wanted to grab something. Your lawyers assured you, that due to the nature and circumstances and consequences of his injury, the military was meant to cover 100% of medical expenses, especially considering it has gotten infected due to human error after his amputation, which led to the having to redo their surgery - this time in a proper hospital, not on base. That however led to another plethora of issues, the military saying it wasn't them that screwed up, but Price but disobeying instructions form the nurses.

Despite their best efforts, they lost and had to pay 100%, the lawyers and financial compensation due to loss of income. But he wanted to return. He so desperately wanted to go back, aasuem his position as captain again. You knew, even with his prosthetic, he probably wouldn't allowed be back on the front lines, not in his task force. And when the day came where he received an answer, it was just what you had anticipated.

"Considering the severity of your injury, we cannot allow you back on active duty. If you however still wish to serve the United States of America, we offer you your old position, focused on management. While you may not go out with you team, you would still be accepted to-"

He didn't like it. Not one but, and he called Laswell, fruious and screaming, yelling, before he stared at his phone in anger, nearly throwing it at the wall as he realized Laswell wouldn't do anything. He got a different job, but often still had to take breaks, his leg getting infected yet again, his prosthetic hurting his stump, and he struggled with viewing himself as strong as he was before. You didn't know how you could help him. And it broke you. It broke him feeling weak, useless.

You had tried having him lift you up without his crutches, doing the heaviest work in your home, but nothing cheered him up. Price was different. And you doibted he would ever come back to you

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #john price x you #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #captain price #disabilties #disabled #Disabled CoD Cast

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bluelightning16 · 11 months

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Parallels Within the Vanrouge Family

In light of the recent update, Lilia and Silver are far more similar than I initially thought. Beyond the obvious comparisons of being orphans and possessing some modicum of an adopted family, their actions and mindsets have some curious parallels.

Though the exact details behind why Lilia assumed the position of general are still unclear, it's undeniable that his work comprises serving his guardian, Maleficia—just as Silver's work entails serving him and Malleus. The question is, was this a choice he made himself, or had it been foisted upon him? Does he play his part out of genuine devotion or guilt and obligation? Either way, it would be very interesting if this loyalty and filial piety were values he—consciously or not—imparted to his son.

Furthermore, both tend to work towards peace before anything else. This, I can more confidently say, is a direct byproduct of Lilia's experiences and a staple of his subsequent teachings. Still, even in the midst of a war, as we've seen in his dream/memory, he only truly attacks the known enemy. The Dream Quartet, arguably, could be viewed as a liability and a nuisance (perhaps spies at worst, considering that half of the group is human). However, he allows them to tag along regardless, even going so far as to save Silver when he doesn't have to. Thus, maybe some of that peacemaking nature is innate.

I'd also like to point out that Lilia and Silver are caregivers in their own rights. Whereas Lilia tends to take children (especially those without parents around to guide them... hmmm...) under his wing, Silver is constantly caring for some assortment of animals. While both are serious and strict when the time calls for it, that isn't necessarily their default demeanor. They often are the ones shown to be looking out for those around them, as well.

There are probably a ton of points that I've missed—such as their tendencies to keep quiet about their respective feelings and personal problems COUGH—but overall, I think that this covers the current brainrot I wanted to share, lol ^^ I can't wait to see how their relationship further develops in the Book 7 updates to come!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst spoilers #twst headcanons #silver twst #lilia vanrouge

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danddymaro · 1 year

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Soft Hitmen | Risotto Nero x Reader

A bit of a tender moment.

The reader is effected by a stand that renders her weak.

Word count:

Soft Hitmen

You'd been misinformed, terribly so.

Seldom were the times when you encountered other stand users in your job that weren't colleagues, and in the case where they were your target, you had the intel that warned you.

- But not this time.

It was bad, but not much worse when you considered the fact that you’d screwed up even after your lecture.

It had been the three of you, Prosciutto, Risotto, and you out on the field with your eyes aimed at a certain, little hair-brained politician that had gotten too cocky and too much of a liability.

It would have been just you and Prosciutto, but Risotto was forced to oversee given the sloppy nature of your group’s last few operations.

"And why do you need to babysit us," Prosciutto grunted with a halfhearted glare, insulted by Nero's details of the mission. He'd never needed anyone to watch over him, even as a rookie, and he didn't think you needed anyone either.

"We didn't screw up," he added.

At his side you bit your tongue, feeling the same sourness, but not too bothered by the fact that your leader would join you, even from afar.

Risotto noticed the way your lips pursed, and hearing the blonde-haired male's complaint, his teeth grit hard before he took a step closer to you two, the way he looked down at you icy.

" He's had us on a tight leash for the past year..." he started, and you could only imagine the blood in his veins boiling. " And if that isn't bad enough our last two jobs haven't been our best," he reminds you two, an undeniable fact you wince at, much more when his voice has an even shaper edge than usual.

" If we keep this up, It's only a matter of time before he defiantly gets rid of us," he said lowly.

"- And What the hell does he expect, huh?" Prosciutto suddenly says, thoroughly peeved.

"Our cut of the pay is shit compared to everyone else..." He reminds Risotto. " for everything we do..." he added with deep huffs because it was true. You did the dirty work, and you hardly ever got anything back other than a stack of cash that was measily compared to the other guys.

-Not even a thank you was given.

And if that wasn't bad enough there were periods where you weren't needed at all.

"...Besides... we got it done," you pipe up in regard to the sloppy operations, but barely.

You didn't like arguing too much with your leader.

You knew it wasn't his fault, but every now and then you couldn't help voicing your own annoyances.

Risotto suddenly placed a hand on one of your shoulders, the strong grip surprising you enough to make you look up at the man that had his other hand on Proscuitto's opposite shoulder.

"We'll get our moment," he said simply, which meant so many things, but you could only think of one that would solve your every issue.

'One day...we'll kill him...and we'll take what we deserve,'

You hardly spoke of it, too shaken by what would occur if the Boss caught any wind of treason, but you had all silently agreed that it was the only way to breathe free.

-Especially after what he’d done to Sorbet and Gelato.

The gruesome memory still gave you cold shivers.

"But for now...we do our jobs, without failure. Without so much as a hitch," Risotto reminded you.

You were there because you had talents.

Because any fool could kill, but it took a special bunch to do so efficiently, without so much as a change in air that would hint at it being foul play.

You gave Risotto a fierce nod, and slowly, Prosciutto followed too, though with a little curl to his upper lip that displayed existing annoyance.

"Fuck..." you could barely speak, seized by terrible shivers that left you weakened and to your knees.

Proscuitto took hold of you, cradling you close, saving you from impact, and he watched over his shoulder as he saw your target leave with two of his bodyguards, one of which had rendered you to the state you were now.

The nearly vacant street let him catch a clear view, and he contemplated just letting you fall so he could take care of the job before risotto appeared beside you two, agitation evident in his face that you could barely witness through your impairing sight.

"It's a stand user...maybe two..." Proscuitto stated, having a suspicion the second guy was also one.

You then pushed him away, standing on unsteady footing as you glared in that direction too.

"We have to..." you said while taking a step in the direction before you fell to a knee, and as Proscuitto moved to you again, you, used your arm to ward him off, something he huffed at.

Hesitation was not one of his typical traits, but given that you were a woman, he'd always been just a tad bit gentler with you out of pure instinct, something you noticed.

Granted, eventually down the line he cared about you, but the initial consideration was due to that, and you were thankful for it.

Otherwise, he'd beat you around just as badly as he did Pesci.

Delirium hit you and your surroundings grew darker and murkier, and with a soft exhale, you stood back up on wobbly legs.

Shivering, you hugged yourself, backing up into the outstretched arm of your leader as he wordlessly caught you. Seeing your need to stand on your own, he made sure to grip you hard before his body came closer.

You craned your head back to look at the man but found it dreadful as your head felt too heavy and it hung back.

"Go..." Risotto told Prosciutto, trusting that now that he was aware of the retaliations, he'd finish the job himself.

The ashy-haired man doubted your assignment could go any further south, and he trusted Prosciutto to take care of it.

At that moment you hated yourself, much more with how feeble you felt.

"Please..." you start, and you find it in you to somehow move your body to face him, your hands daringly reaching out to take hold of his shirt, holding on with the last bit of strength that you could gather.

"- stay with me, " you tell him, breathing hard, batting your eyes at him pathetically. You practically have tears in them, and as he looks down, his own eyes slightly widen at the words.

You don't know why you say that, why the words just drip out of your drying mouth, but they do.

And perhaps it's because that's why you had wanted to tell him so many times before.

Like, that one time he'd lead you home after you'd all decided to have a few drinks at some crappy bar.

"I should have..." you incoherently think out loud, having thought of the moment so much, wishing you would have had the guts to invite him in to stay the night.

Meanwhile, Risotto could feel his heart race, thudding strongly in his chest.

He would have to pick each of your little fingers off of his top to go free, and the idea was unbearable.

And how could he?

the word of denial he wanted to strongly let loose was locked in his chest, unable to escape as he looked at you, finding your weakened state somehow enticing.

He had hardly ever seen you so desperate, and much more with that need directed at him.

You needed him ; an idea he'd never considered.

"Risotto..." The way you said his name had him feeling strange, and he felt his own desperation too, one that had him driven to cocoon you safely within his arms.

"Are you mad at me...?" you could hardly say it without a few tears welling in your eyes.

Disappointing him always felt like a punch in the gut...it was nearly unbearable.

Without a word he picked you up, easily doing so with his strong build, the question going unanswered as he moved in silence.

He headed towards the black-tinted car you'd arrived in, easing you down with a gaze that would have left you weak had you caught sight of it.

Warmth graced the scarlet orbs even as he shook his head in disapproval, leaving you resting on the back seat.

"Idiot..." he muttered.

- He should be.

"I am..." he added lowly as he leaned back on his seat, staring up at the car's roof in frustration.

Since when did hitmen become so soft, they stupidly stood as shields for other members, rendering themselves useless?

As he sat there in wait, he expected that when Prosciutto came back, he thanked you with something other than a half-assed mutter.

He watched you through the mirror, his gaze softening as he continued to watch your face form subtle expressions in your sleep, most of witch were short grimaces.

"Idiot..." he said again, his eyes closing while he waited, occasionally checking on you.

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dark-side-blog3 · 1 year

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Screaming and crying wdym there’s no other platonic yandere ciel on ao3

I love yan kiddos in general!! I’m so sad there’s not more platonic yandere in the world. Give me yanderes that want to be your brother or your best friend >:( yans that want YOU to be their daddy/mommy and take care of them (and they will throw SUCH a tantrum if you don’t)

Ciel specifically appeals to me a lot because he’s old enough to be aware that what he’s doing isn’t morally correct, but also not old enough to actually care. He’s selfish like that but he thinks it’s deserved since he’s gone through so much.

I can’t say I’d mind too much. At first anyway. I’m sure it’d be nice for the first few months, but it’s when he starts getting pushy that it becomes a problem.

I lowkey loved how ciel passed off punishment to Sebastian in your fic and it’s so ic for him bc he prefers to be disconnected from the bits he doesn’t like. He wants a parent and you’re going to play the role or else.

Speaking of, you’re only one person. Do you think he’d try to find a romantic partner for you? Someone to complete his little nuclear family fantasy.

Someone that doesn’t particularly care about your predicament and maybe even prefers it because despite everything you still love ciel and would do anything for him, and if a second parent is what makes him happy, then at least it keeps Sebastian off your back for a while

Anyway this is getting long and rambly I’m going to cut myself off here

-Jojo

Ah, Jojo, you know the way to my heart~! I'm ecstatic that you have such an interest in this fic!

I doubt that Ciel would actively look for a partner for his parent. At least, not to fulfill a nuclear family fantasy. Ciel is too selfish to share his fantasy with more than one liability-- it's not like you want to be here, that much is clear. But managing a second one and having to make sure your relationship is working is too hard for Ciel to actually manage, considering he's a 13-year-old boy who could not care less about romance.

It's a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation.

You don't like the partner Ciel chooses for you, and he gets pouty and petty because you're "ruining the fantasy". Sure many noble families only tolerate each other, but you are supposed to be better than that. You're supposed to be like Ciel's real parents, and his parents loved each other. And you're not doing it right.

And if you do like the partner Ciel chooses for you, then Ciel gets jealous because you like them more than you'll ever like him, don't you? It doesn't matter that it's a different type of love, what matters is you look at them with affection and joy, and you only ever look at Ciel with barely masked contempt for kidnapping you and using his demon to keep you imprisoned.

I don't doubt Sebastian will encourage Ciel to try at least once, but it never ends up well. You might develop a theory that the real reason Sebastian even suggests getting you a partner is so he has a reason to punish someone at Ciel's command.

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Hello! S/O is phlegmatic and usually doesn't care what happens on the Autobot base. Type...She just watches, doesn't go anywhere, and doesn't do anything special. Perhaps her pofigistichnost emotionlessness and some laziness irritates the active Miko. What about bots?

I now have a very obscure word to describe me from high school. Cool

There's a general feeling of 'why are you here?' Everyone else is fighting for the lives of themselves and those around them. They're either clinging to the moments of peace while they can, or preparing for the next fight or mission. You don't take part much of anything, and when you do you aren't even an active part. You shrug off most invitations unless there's the option to sit and watch.

That's okay, bots like Optimus, Ratchet, and Ultra Magnus are pretty similar, but they're also usually busy doing something. You're human so you're technically there for your own safety more than being an active war effort so there's no reason for anyone to suggest you leave.

Making bonds with most of them is going to be hard.

Wheeljack is probably just going to ignore you unless he's your guardian and then... He's a pretty high energy guy most of the time. He likes having someone he can banter and be rowdy with. Considering he wouldn't be much of being anyone's guardian you're already gonna be fighting a bit of an uphill battle. it's not that he dislikes you, you go along with whatever happens well enough that you aren't a bother, it's just hard to forge a bond when you give him nothing.

Bulkhead is a little torn. It's nice to have someone whose calm and mellow. As much as he loves Miko, if the team got another of her he's pretty sure Ratchet might explode. He just wishes you would try. Maybe if you put yourself out a bit you'd feel more like apart of the team but with you always standing on the edges watching, it just feels like they have an odd one out that won't leave.

Ratchet and Magnus feel pretty similar. You're another human, another liability if you're in the field, and another person they have to watch for at base. You don't cause much trouble so they aren't going to open the can of worms that is fighting for you to be kicked out.

You can't understand Bee and you don't really go out of your way too interact with him as a result. You're relationship with him is somehow even more painfully neutral than anyone else on the team.

Arcee feels a little uneasy around you. She can't pin point why, but she tends to linger on the edge with you whenever you're around. It just doesn't feel comfortable doing things with someone constantly watching like you.

Smokescreen is probably your best bet when it comes to a guardian. Someone who he can explore human culture with whose level headed and takes a backseat while he picks what he wants to do would probably be good for him. He considers you a friend but he can't shake the feeling that you may not feel that way towards him. Makes him feel down if he thinks about it too long.

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➺✧ ┅ CHAPTER 02 | MAY I?

SYNOPSIS | “Duke, will you marry me?” You never thought you’d be saying these words until now, when you’ve realized you’ve been reincarnated as the first side character to be killed in a series of tragedies in a novel series called “Trails of Misfortune & Misery”. As a lady forced into an arranged marriage with the greedy son of Duke Drakos who aims to use your power as a sorceress to gain the Emperor’s favor and is eventually is killed as a sacrifice for his schemes, it seems the only one who can truly assist you is the Duke of Suou, Tsukasa Suou.

CHAPTER WARNINGS | mentions of/implications of: arranged marriage, abusive relationship, double standards for genders

PAIRING | Suou Tsukasa x fem!reader

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You looked at him, and he looked at you. “Duke, will you marry me?” you’d just said. He blinked, again and again, clearly confused. Well, perhaps it wasn’t so straightforward; after all, you were known as the fiancee of Erebus, and being proposed to by someone who was already engaged was something that was not common at all, even with how crazy the nobles could be. Even so, your reputation detailed of someone who wouldn’t leave Erebus’s side without a reason everyone could see, and even Tsukasa couldn’t come up with any reason that this could happen.

“Uhm…” he looked away, conflicted. You looked at him; perhaps he needed more time to answer? It was better that you got the answer sooner, but as long as it happened before Erebus forcibly announced your marriage to the public, there shouldn’t be many issues- though, you didn’t know when it would ever be.

You needed something to convince him that it was worth it to go through the pain of making Erebus an enemy. It was known that Tsukasa wished nothing more than to bring honor to his house and continue the traditions of Suou through being the Duke. He’d never pursued the title of Crown Prince, but since he was of royal lineage, he had no choice but to be considered for the role. Enemies were nothing but a hindrance, something that couldn’t be helped, but it was easy to guess that he wanted to minimize the amount of enemies he had. Although House Drakos and House Suou were considered rivals, House Drakos had no reason to attack House Suou in any way; if they did, they’d be branded as “evil” for interfering with the “competition” for the throne. However, if you were “taken” from them by Duke Suou, it would give them ample reason to attack- their businesses, honor and integrity, anything- under the guise of “protecting your image” and “taking you back to where you belong”.

Even then, if you’d told him about what your situation really was, would he necessarily believe you? To anyone, it’d be an outlandish fantasy, but as the fiance of one of the only two Dukes in the entire empire, it would be strange to go to such lengths simply to defile the Drakos name in such a manner. There were other, more sensible and less ridiculous ways to go about it. It would certainly be of intrigue, but in the case he didn’t believe you, it was a big liability. It does add up, from your perspective, but from other perspectives- as of how you were reincarnated, why you in particular were reincarnated, instead of anyone else into this body, instead of any other body- they were all up in the air.

You were betting on your sorcerer abilities and information of the future- the future tragedies that were about to occur. It was all told from the novel’s original main character’s point of view- Mairi’s point of view- which had holes in perspective and view of the big picture. After all, the main focus was always her emotions and thoughts, detailing how every little thing affected poor Mairi. You didn’t really have to tell him where you got your information, although that would affect his trust in you, but he didn’t have to fully trust you yet. All he needed was to feel that he had to keep you around to be useful later.

“If I’m not mistaken, you are Lord Erebus’s fiancee, correct?” he asked. It seemed he was confused, as to why you were asking this of him. You replied with a confirmation of yes, you were indeed Lord Erebus’s fiancee. However, what you came for was a marriage at the surface, but in the heart of it, it was simply a deal between you and him. What was in it for him was that he gained your sorcerer abilities, and what was in it for you was that you gained his protection. Seeing as it was a good deal for him, it wouldn’t be too far-fetched if he at least heavily considered it.

You phrased it like this: it was a deal, which simply involved engagement. In fact, as long as you were engaged, it was almost the same thing as being married, without the extra expense and effort of holding a wedding (although holding such an event wouldn’t be an issue for a Duchy such as Suou). He would offer protection against the Drakos Duchy and others who wished to use you as such, and you would assist in great endeavors to bring honor to House Suou. Even when you said it like that, he was hesitant. He seemed to greatly consider it, but by the look in his eyes, it was almost like a look of longing to something so great, so near, yet so untouchable. What could make you so untouchable?

There was only one answer: he felt that it wasn’t right to take someone who wasn’t “his person”. You were “House Drakos’ person”, not “House Suou’s person”. You weren’t within his domain, and he’d have to spend that effort, that risk of making such an enemy of Drakos. You’d thought your offer was highly attractive, but perhaps that wasn’t the case. Perhaps peace with Drakos was a high priority, after all- or perhaps, he just needed a reason to convince the public that he was doing the right thing. After all, it was about perception. It was about perception- if only you could reveal Erebus’s unsightly behavior to the public, their perception about him would change. It would flip everything. Then, you would propose this-

“Duke Suou, the Emperor has invited you to have an audience with him,” one of the staff, presumably one of the Emperor’s people, came behind you. You hadn’t heard his footsteps as he approached, but Tsukasa was hardly surprised. Either he’d expected him or had seen him make his way there to meet the Duke, or perhaps it was both.

He turned, on his way to meet the Emperor, you presumed, but hardly a couple of seconds had passed before he had turned around and offered his hand, “Well, it wouldn’t sit right with me if I simply left you here. Would you allow me to escort you back to the ballroom?”

His offer was surprising; even though he was summoned by the Emperor, he still cared to escort you back there. It wasn’t as if you could escort yourself back to the ballroom, but it was still nice that he offered. You took it; after all, how could you refuse him? It was so sweet that he offered, plus if others saw him escorting you inside, the nobles who saw would certainly start forming theories of relations with Duke Suou. It was beneficial to you, and perhaps you could get a reaction out of Erebus. Now, that would be wonderful.

The walk back was quiet, but it was strangely comfortable. You were left to your thoughts, as well as him. You would’ve loved to keep talking to him, and hopefully he as well, but there was one factor keeping the conversation from happening: the staff sent by the Emperor was escorting the two of you, perhaps- or really, keeping you company before bringing Tsukasa over to the Emperor for an audience. Once you realized this, you gave him a look- what if he had heard your conversation? He would surely tell the Emperor about it if asked- but to your surprise, he was relaxed, with a reassuring smile on his lips that told you “No, it’s alright. He’s trustworthy.” without a single word. It was relieving, though perhaps a little exciting that you could understand his signals like that. You didn’t know how, but you simply did. There were no words for the rest of it, the clicks of shoes and the sounds of the crowd and the music in the ballroom filled the air instead.

As the three of you arrived into the ballroom, you caught sight of Erebus, a face of disdain upon his expression. He looked straight at you, and it was easy to tell what he was thinking: he was angry, frustrated, upset- he’d most likely been looking for you. After all, you were officially his partner to this party, and when everyone knew that and didn’t see you with him, they must’ve looked at him and asked “Where’s your fiancée? Is she alright?” It was a question to answer, when he simply didn’t know. You were supposed to meet him as soon as you had arrived, but that had never happened, as you met with Tsukasa instead. It was something to wonder about, how he had responded to them. It would’ve been interesting to see, and Callie would’ve even paid to see it- that said something about it. Most of the guests were talking in their own circles at the time, but those who did see Erebus’s expression would’ve been worried for you. He couldn’t control his emotions well, and a good look made it incredibly clear that he saw you as an inconvenience, rather than being worried about your safety.

When you looked back at Tsukasa, there was a look on his face that you hadn’t seen before. In fact, it was almost out of character, as far as society knew. He looked almost appalled, perhaps for such a righteous man, Erebus’s behavior was simply unacceptable. It was a wonder that Erebus hadn’t been caught before then, or maybe perhaps Tsukasa simply hadn’t paid attention to him- perhaps it was both. You looked at him, not with the same request for help or answers as before, but with a look of “I can take care of this.” He trusted this with a sigh and resigned his worries to his trust in you, or rather your abilities.

“It was a pleasure to spend this evening with you. May our fates cross paths again in the near future,” he gave you a look that said “Is this alright?”, and with a small nod from you, hopefully unnoticeable, he gently took your hand and brought it up to his lips. It was something even Erebus had never done for the original owner of your body, even though it was common for a nobleman who was looking to court a woman to do so for her. Perhaps this interaction was the seal to your deal- unofficially, of course.

As soon as Tsukasa had left to head to his meeting with the Emperor, a “tch” from Erebus took your attention. His hand had gripped your arm. It hurt; he gripped it as tightly as he would his sword in a duel. It wasn’t any way to treat anyone, grabbing someone so hard that it would likely leave a bruise. He was losing it, ever since the time he had visited unannounced that time. Who knew it was so easy to break him? Perhaps it was easier to break him than expected- and soon enough, the nobility would know- and it was wonderful that they didn’t stand something like this, out of all the odd things they couldn’t stand.

He led you out of sight of as many people as he could, a short distance to the balcony. He released you as soon as the two of you were alone, forcibly retracting his hand as if he didn’t even want to touch you.

“What were you even thinking? I knew you’d gone crazy, looking for that guy-” he tried not to yell. If he did, he’d gain too much attention for the wrong things- and he knew that. But it wasn’t you who had gone crazy. What you’d done was bold, for sure, but nothing crazy, nothing out of the ballpark, nothing immoral. At least you didn’t see him as a tool to be used and rather as a villain, an enemy- and that was infinitely better than being objectified. Though you at least treated him like a human, he was a despicable one at that.

He was done, he was done, he was done. You wanted to punch him, but you knew that it wouldn’t go well for you if you did. He was the crazy one, you told him. You didn’t want to raise your voice, as that would attract attention- but even so, it was hard not to get angry. Although, when the whispers started to circle and some began to stare, it was much easier to keep it quiet- a whisper was better, even.

He went on and on about Tsukasa, and the audacity of this guy was astonishing. If you’d been watching on a TV screen, it would be easy to think, “Wow! That guy’s logic is amazing! It makes absolutely no sense!” and clap and laugh about it. But with him right in front of you, it was a different story. It was your arm that he tightly clenched- it was you that he had the full power to punch, to throw off the balcony, even. If only you could get out.

Meetings with the Emperor at parties like this didn’t last long, and after talking with Tsukasa, the Emperor often appeared at the ball for the festivities to actually commence. The minutes went by slowly, as you waited for the ballroom to quiet down and for the Emperor to enter, and then, all eyes will be on Erebus- you as well, especially because of how closely he tied you to him.

One of the Emperor’s people came to get Erebus, greeting the two of you with a slight bow and a short apology for the interruption. You showed him a clear sign of relief of his presence, which Erebus noticed (and you could tell that he was getting increasingly pissed.) You waved him goodbye and wished him luck in the same exact words the original owner would say to him, as if to say “you are the only one who had changed, right? I am exactly the same. You are the one being insensibly angry.”

You released a short breath as he left, one of relief- and only then did you realize that you could feel a bruise. Though it hurt, it was at least there. It was a shame that it wouldn’t be visible until the next day, but as soon as you showed it to those who worked at home, the rumors spread fast. It was incredibly easy to spread them. It was a dangerous thing, but if you used it right, it would be extremely useful.

The trumpets blared, as the Emperor, along with Tsukasa and Erebus, arrived, and you brought yourself out to the ballroom, wearing a tired expression. You were drained, having talked to one of the highest ranking people in the Empire and having dealt with another of Erebus’s outbursts. Not to mention the uncomfortably heavy dress and accessories you had to wear to attend the party and not be preyed on by the noble ladies attending tonight, on top of everything else. At least it helped; you could blame it all on Erebus then, and no one could really know.

Erebus once again wore the smile that deceived everyone, one full of confidence he clearly did not have. Perhaps he did have one skill, and that was sucking up to the Emperor. Every time he had an audience with him, he seemed to gain more confidence and lose some brain cells.

“I offer my sincere thanks to everyone who attended the Founding Ball tonight…” It was the Emperor’s long speech once again, one he repeated year after year. Honestly, at this point, there was no point in saying it. The original owner of this body had heard it so many times that she could even recite most of it by memory, without much effort. That was how long he had reused the same speech over and over again. Well, it didn’t matter. At least you knew what he was going to say, if that was any use to you at all.

“And let the festivities begin!” he concluded, voice brimming with his usual cheer. You clapped along with everyone else, expecting him to take his usual place in his fancy chair like the years before.

“Ahem, your Majesty, may I make an announcement?” Erebus asked the Emperor, in a loud and clear voice. The question earned the attention of the nobles attending, heads turned and all eyes on him. The Emperor took a moment to think, before giving him approval. Erebus took no hesitation in walking up to you and taking your hand, and even in your slight protest of his tight grip, he simply led you to the front of the room, all eyes glued on you too.

“My fiancee and I are no longer engaged; we will be getting married very soon!” he announced sharply, so that everyone in the room, regardless of whether they were listening or not, would hear. If there was something he was good at, it was grabbing attention- whether it be good or bad.

“Your father has already agreed to the marriage,” he whispered into your ear. Your eyes widened. It wasn’t supposed to be this way- he hadn't done this in the novel. Once there was an announcement like this, it was difficult to reverse it. There had to be some kind of outside interruptance to stop it. Couples quarrels weren’t regarded as much of an issue- you would only be scored if you had tried to resist him yourself without any incident or outside force.

You turned to Tsukasa in fear, signaling that you needed his help now. There was no one on your side but him in this room. Once he caught your gaze, he understood the message right away. Erebus was forcing you into this. You didn’t want it- and he had a problem with that.

“Your Majesty, may I ask for something?” he got down on one knee, bowing down to one of the only figures higher than him in this society. The Emperor blinked; this was completely unexpected, and the crowd could not even control the whispers.

“Yes. You hardly ask for anything; what may I grant you?” the Emperor inquired in return.

Tsukasa stood up and took one of your hands and brought it up to his lips, then gently held it up as he turned to face the Emperor.

“If you would allow, I would like to request a marriage with her.”

It was you. He was talking about you.

WORD COUNT | 3090 words

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