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ravencincaide · 4 months

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You pitiful little thing

Summary: Feeling a little lonely, Chuuya gave into the temptation of saving a stray puppy hiding in a cardboard box. Unfortunately for him, the thing he thought was a puppy, was something much less innocent. OR the time a mere mortal mistook a great kitsune for an abandoned stray.

Pairing: Kitsune!reader x Chuuya Nakahara

Inspired by sweetober prompt 13: Playing with hair

Author note: Kitsune in Japanese mythology refers to spirits which can shape shift between human and other forms. The older they get the more powerful they become. While some legends portray them as tricksters others describe them as loyal friends, guardians and lovers. You can read up more about them in this article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kitsune

Also I'd like to thank @soleelia for being a ball plank and someone I could rant to about this idea and finally get inspiration to finish it! Thanks Lia <3

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, smoking stress, finding a stray in a box, Fluffy with a bit of hurt-comfort.

Enjoy ~

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“ Ehh what kind of sick bastard would throw out a puppy?”

You opened a tired eye as the lid of the feeble cardboard box that served as your temporary shelter was pulled open, exposing you to the icy rain and chilly wind. Then your eyes snapped wide open as you realized you were not alone. Above you was a man: ginger hair with mesmerizing blue eyes partially hidden by the shade of his top hat. A forgotten, lit cigarette hung from his lips as he crouched down in front of the box, gloved hands keeping the lid open. He was looking at you closely, with a partially confused and partially surprised expression on his face.

You crouched down lower in the box, ears flattened against your head. You tried -but failed to shift. Your body was still too weak to take on your real form, leaving you in the pitiful shape of a snow white fox cub. Fuck. Bearing your teeth, a growl tore through your throat as you inched backwards until you pressed yourself into the corner furthest away from him. You made yourself as menacing and unwelcoming as possible: Go away human you tried to convey Stay out of matters that do not concern you.

“Hey no need to get pissy with me” the orange haired man muttered as he reached up and took the cigarette between two fingers, taking a deep drag, before he flickered the half finished smoke into a nearby puddle. Then he reached a hand towards you clearly intending to pick you up and out of the soggy box. Instantly you launched forward, sinking your teeth into the leather of his glove. He yelped and pulled his hand back, raising your small body off the floor of the box in the process. You sunk your teeth deeper- half in fear, half in anger at his insolence making him yell louder. With a rough shake he finally got your teeth off his glove, making your body drop back into the base of the box. You let out a low yelp, your injuries, especially your front paw reminding themselves of their existence. Not wanting to appear weak you crouched down again in a defense position.

“ Ouch what the fuck?!” he yelled down at you, shaking his wounded hand back and forth in a feeble attempt to shake off the pain. “ Fine, suit yourself!” the ginger snapped and slammed the lid of the box back over you covering you once again in darkness. “ You wanna be a brat then be a brat goddamn it!” you heard him growl.

A few moments later you felt the box shift and lift, making you flatten yourself against the fragile soaked base. And no amount of growling or hissing seemed to deter him from taking you away or setting your temporary shelter back down onto the ground. Around half an hour later the box finally stopped shifting about and throwing your small body against all four sides. You were royally pissed. Forget about being out of mana and in a fragile injured body, you were going to rip his throat out with your–

You were in a man's apartment.

You could tell from the overly dark expensive design of the room where practicality and price won out over a more homey and warm feeling. The expensive black couch, heated floors and heavy oak bookshelves all reinforced that impression. And it smelled to match; leather, cigarettes and musky cologne. In fact the place looked like something out of a dark romance novel than something anyone would actually live in.

“ Soooo” the ginger haired man started shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, holding the lid of the box in his hands “ Welcome to Chuuya’s hideout– like it?”

You flickered your eyes up to him, resisting the temptation of rolling them as he called his apartment ‘Chuuya’s hideout’. At least you now knew his name. Chuuya– it kind of suited him.

Slowly you took one step and then another one away from the box. You began to carefully look around. Then tilted your head up and sniffed the air; you could tell he lived alone. There were other scents in the apartment but they were weak- mere reminisce of earlier visits and old gifts stuffed in closets or hidden behind locked doors. None of these scents were familiar to you. Unsurprising. Still, what a strange man he was, having a fully stocked wine fridge in what you assumed was the living room and yet not a single picture frame anywhere.

Strange indeed.

You took more steps around the place, noting that there were more doors that lead further into the apartment. All of them closed; clearly he didn’t want you to go exploring too far on your own. Very well then. Your eyes landed back on the couch which was now right beside you and you felt a wave of tiredness wash over you. Your paw thumbed, reminding itself of its existence. Still you rested your weight onto it through gritted teeth before jumping up.

“ Nonono No– not the italian leather” you heard him sigh as you curled up in a ball, draping your long fluffy tail over your body, and burying your face in it. Then you closed your eyes, giving yourself an innocent appearance. But he better not be fooled- you were one hundred percent on high alert, your ears listening intensely for any movement or action he would take. Said ears twitched as your head him groan again to himself.

“ Don’t make holes in it” Chuuya stated half angry, half pleading “ Or– Or– I’ll shave you!” he threatened. You opened an eye and stared at him. The action made him huff slightly. “ I really will!”

He wouldn’t. You could tell.

Growling under his breath Chuuya tossed the soaked lid back into the cardboard box he brought you in before kicking it in the direction of the front door. The box flew a surprising distance and landed right by the entrance. Then you heard him go to the kitchen; the sound of washed hands and opening and closing of cupboards and the fridge echoed in the otherwise silent apartment.

You closed your eyes, salvaging whatever rest you could get in this warm place; a place that was significantly more comfortable than the cold outside or any of the other shelters you had sought out in the past weeks. In fact you were close to dozing off when you heard him re-enter the living room. You pretended to be asleep, listening to whatever he would do. Acting defenseless was a good way to judge character- if he meant you any harm or knew what you were- surely he would act while you were asleep.

Instead of danger and threats that were so familiar to you, you were met with surprising softness that almost didn’t suit his character.

Chuuya placed a rug down on the opposite side of the room, as far as he could away from the leather couch. “ Here” he said “That’s where you’ll be sleeping until this goddamn tsunami passes and I can get you a proper bed that’s your own.” It seems he knew you were not asleep- or maybe he was speaking aloud out of habit?

You couldn’t tell. But your interest peaked when you heard him leave the room and then come back a moment later. You heard him set down a glass dish, your nose filled with the sweet scent of meat and cheese. High grade cuts- not the scraps you’d normally feed a stray.

Interesting.

Suddenly you heard his phone ring. Chuuya cursed, then sighed, clearly not wanting to answer it. He let the song play for a long while, at first making it seem he would ignore the call. Then before the last tune finally played he answered, bringing the device to his face. He sounded cold as he answered, annoyed even. And his body language reflected that. Almost instantly Chuuya reached for a bottle of wine from the wine fridge, popped the bottle open and poured himself a glass. He twirled the alcohol in his hand while he listened to whatever the person on the other end was saying to him. Then he started pacing, muttering curses and insults while waving the glass of wine carelessly in his hand.

Opening your eyes, you watched him carefully for a few moments. The frustration and stress which radiated from his body, sadness and aggravation. He downed the first glass of wine before pouring himself another. After the third glass he stopped pacing and just stood in the corner of the room. Silent now, but sadder. Definitely caught up in the complicated mix of memories, work and emotion.

You paid him little attention. Jumping down from the couch, you were careful to put as little weight onto your injured paw as possible before you slowly trott over to the plate of food he set down for you. The cuts of cheese and meat were, as you first guessed, of high quality. The kind that was used for festive dinners instead of petfood. This would do, you concluded, as you slowly began to eat. The second you moved away from the couch Chuuya moved and sat down onto it, opening his second bottle of wine. This time he did not bother with a glass, and drank directly from the bottle.

The phone call lasted another half an hour or so. But even as it ended Chuuya didn’t stop drinking. If anything he cursed loudly under his breath, and doused his emotion in the alcohol. By the end of the second bottle he was a mess, by the start of fourth he was no longer sitting up. Swaying in and out of consciousness.

You couldn’t understand why a human would get so shit-faced drunk that he would end up sprawled out on his own couch, shivering and snoring- torturing himself with nightmares of his own making. For a long moment you sat and watched Chuuya from a distance. The way he’d mutter things- names- in his sleep. Then tighten his arms around himself in a lonely hug.

Comfort? Longing?

Humans are pitiful creatures you mused but perhaps–you cut your trial of thought off and slowly inched closer. Over the rug, past the bottles of wine and between the legs of the couch-side glass table, Then you jumped up onto the couch flinching as steadied yourself on your injured paw. You waited until the pain subsided until you began walking: skillfully inching the lengths of the fine leather. Before finally jumping down onto the space beside him. You hesitated only for a moment before you stepped onto him; feeling his muscles easily support your cub-weight.

You could tell he was awake- holding hisbreath.

You inched upwards until you found his stomach- perhaps the softest part of bone and muscle that made up this man. Before curling yourself up into a ball, making a semi-comfortable sleeping spot. You closed your eyes, remaining calm even as he raised his hand and trailed his fingers through your fur; strand by strand, studying its fluffy texture. Then he applied more pressure, trailing the lengths of your body with his entire hand. It wasn’t long until that hand buried itself in your fur, pulling you closer to himself. You shivered under his touch and subconsciously wrapped your fluffy tail around his wrist keeping his hand close.

“ Ahh Sweetheart, you’re such a good puppy,” Chuuya whispered in a thick voice, somewhere between sleepy, drunk and teary. You replied with a low threatening growl. How dare this mortal compare you to something as insignificantly small as a mere puppy.

“ Okay okay not a puppy” Chuuya chuckled, continuing to pet your fur “ But a good girl nonetheless.”

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signedeclipse · 11 months

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Requests open! Yay! I'd like to request a oneshot with Hantengu: reader, a human, ends up somehow protecting/saving the scared little guy (from the sun, perhaps?) and he is now Attached and kinda crushing, living in their house, and tries to make a move but is just way too scared. So he does what any good demon would do: gets bashful and rips his head off so his clones can make a move for him. Surprise now there's four guys with a Big Crush and they're not quite so cute about it anymore (not that reader complains). Hope this request finds you well and thanks for being super rad! ❤️

All For You [Hantengu X Reader]

Reader is Human Female | Romance | Part 2 HERE Final HERE

Recomended Song - Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking

In such a terrifying battle, he hadn't realised that despite killing the hashira, they had stranded him in a field with no shade and the sun was just moments away. He could run, but he didn't have much power remaining, so all he could do was try.

Even as he cried and wailed, he could hear what he could only assume was another member of the corps catching up to him, taking advantage of how little he had left in him.

If he needed to, he could surely muster just one more strike-

He could feel a burning heat on his back, causing a squeal, before it all stopped, and two arms fell in front of him, which he ran into and fell back into the grass.

Whimpering, the upper-rank shielded his face, waiting for some kind of attack, only to hear the rigorous panting of the being that had caught him.

Shakily, his hands moved from his face, gazing up to see that someone was on their elbows and knees, shielding him from the sun.

"Aren't you supposed to be hidden from the sun?" A head dipped down, looking curiously at the small being. You were just going for a stroll since you hadn't been able to sleep, and after hearing a loud commotion all you found was a weak, stranded demon.

The being shakily waited to see your movements, taking the chance to replenish itself. Hantengu had nowhere to run, unless he wanted to try digging.

"Well, I'm sure we can work this out." When your hand reached to him, he crouched and moved his hands to protect his head, which didn't stop you from hiding him in the thick cloth of your woollen cloak, which you had used to protect yourself from the cold spring air.

What was this human thinking? Hantengu pondered the implications, though realised if you were so certain about taking him in, he could always kill you when you got to shelter and he would be free once more. Besides, doing so now would be a waste with the sun around, and since the fabric surrounding him was so soft, warm, and smelt so, so enticing.

With the distraction hidden in your coat and your rushed jog back to your hidden home beyond the forest line and up a hill, you never looked back to catch a glimpse at the body left behind.

Before daring to remove him, you had shut all your blinds so little to no light peaked in, and turned on the light in your home yourself.

When he finally crawled out of your cloak of his own accord, which you had laid on the table and waited for him, his eyes scattered and landed on objects he deemed of importance.

One, a nichirin blade hung on the wall.

Two, a demon slayer corps uniform hanging beside your other garments on a rack.

And three, a portrait of a blue spider lily, one he recognized from one of Muzan's books.

Clearly, you were no normal human, you were a part of the corps. So then why weren't you dressed up and killing him? Perhaps you were going to try to reason with him, like many idiots had tried.

"Ah, you're finally awake."

Of course, he also noticed you sitting in a chair leant up against a wall, just a gust of wind away from it slipping and you falling. But you remained balanced for now.

"You don't have to worry, I won't harm you. I'm just trying to figure out why you haven't harmed me, is all!" In your hands was a cup of tea, which, when you sipped, left a line of green matcha on your lips. It disappeared when you took yet another sip, and set the cup down beside him.

"To be honest, chasing after you really exhausted me, so I think I better head to bed now. You can leave if you'd like should you find a way, but feel free to stay as long as you like."

With that, you left the cowering demon in the nest of a cloak, closing the sliding door to the other half of the cabin where your futon was. Hantengu watched as the lights in the room went out.

You awake early in the afternoon, having achieved a quarter of a day's rest.

Unfortunately serenity was not in the picture, for the moment you opened the sliding door you nearly fell back on your ass upon seeing a fully grown man sitting on one of two cushions by the low table, his hands neatly folded in his lap.

He looked to be asleep sitting, but you knew from experience that it was less akin to sleep, and more of a hibernation tactic demons had during the day.

Only now did a shiver run sharp down your spine, the intense energy surrounding the being only now just hitting you. You must have been so exhausted yesterday that none of it registered.

Limping towards your food prepping station, you picked up a wooden bucket, getting ready to retrieve water for your breakfast. Your leg was acting up again, perhaps you shouldn't have overexerted yourself hours prior.

Once you made movement towards the door, the being sat up semi-straight, red eyes glowing similar to the lanterns scattering the room. He looked to be moving away from you, but stopped when he analysed you as familiar.

You, on the other hand, nearly dropped the bucket upon reading the kanji in his eyes.

When he was small last night, you hadn't noticed. I mean, you were also tired and, god, what have you gotten yourself into?

Not even a low rank, he was upper rank four, god, your heart quickened to a point where you knew he'd notice. Sure, you were a member of the corps, but you'd been on leave for months now since you almost lost your leg, and you were still recovering!

Not only that, but you could count the number of demons you'd killed on one hand, being only a Mizunoe.

Despite these facts, he seemed to be more afraid of you than you had been of him, and you were never that good at hating demons, so you just meekly pointed to the pail.

"I'm going to fetch some water, but I'll be back soon."

Closing the door behind you, your hand met with the cloth over your heart, gripping it as if your life depended on it, trying to slow your heart rate and push forwards.

'What the fuck, what the hell do I even do?' With every heavy step, a lighter one followed as you tried not to put too much pressure on it, approaching the water pump and putting your bucket under it.

Sucking in a breath, you grabbed onto the lever and pushed down, letting it slowly inch up before repeating the process, letting the sputtering first gushes of muddy water spray out until a steady stream formed, which you kicked the bucket under to collect.

Your crow wouldn't be back for a week since it was retrieving medicine, if you could stall and keep him trapped here then maybe your crow could eventually get help! But you'd have to make it for, at the very least, a week.

Removing your calloused hands from the pump handle, you picked up the bucket with far more care than before, assuring yourself you wouldn't spill.

You'd just have to do it, because there was no fighting in your condition, and if he was that much of a threat he surely would have lunged at you while you slept, right?

"So, what's your name?" Your hearth had a burning fire below it, water boiling away as you added sugar and rice, covering it entirely and setting the pot aside so it could cook. The entire time, his eyes had been trained on you, flinching at every loud sound such as a ladle hitting the cast iron of your pot.

"M...me?" His voice broke as he spoke, though when you nodded he cleared it, "Hantengu."

"Han-teng-ou...!" You played the syllables out, as if testing how the name would taste, before pointing to yourself.

"Well, I'm y/n, but you can call me anything you want really. I have a feeling you won't be leaving anytime soon, so try to keep it non demeaning." You joked, though he seemed to take it seriously, nodding vigorously.

When your rice pudding was complete, you scooped a ball of it into a separate spoon, offering it to the demon. You knew they didn't eat human food often, but you figured you should act as clueless as you could.

Much to your surprise, Hantengu ate it, though you could tell he didn't like it by how harshly he swallowed. You giggled, taking the kindness of the demon into consideration, he must have done it not to hurt your feelings, which was relatively cute!

Even as the sun dipped below the horizon, Hantengu never left, instead enjoying your company, and as nights came and went, you found that every morning he'd be there, already preparing the hearth or with water ready for you. You'd become so used to the schedule, you never noticed that your crow hadn't returned, only interested in getting along with the demon.

On one summer evening, as the leaves had fully grown on the trees and the summer heat began to settle in, you'd been cleaning up the home while Hantengu came back in with firewood, stretching his legs now that the sun had gone down.

All the windows were wide, allowing any breeze in to help with the head, and you fanned yourself off with your hand.

"I'm really glad I picked you up, I never realised how lonely it was out here." You spoke up the moment he entered as if it had been on your mind for some time.

Hantengu always listened closely, having long forgotten his plan of ever so much as laying a scratch on you. You'd been nothing but kind to him, and had always treated him better than anyone he had met in his life. It would suffice to say the demon adored you, but he would never say it.

Your words stunned him entirely, which made him gaze down at the floor, hiding the expression of endearment on his face.

"I built this place far from any villages with the help of a few other corps members, but after that I never saw them again. I just didn't want to be anywhere demons would be, because if I was home I wanted to feel safe. But it's pure solitude. You've made it so much better."

Your head had begun to droop, moments from leaning on his shoulder, before the demon squealed and tumbled to the other side of the room, panting. You had become fully alert now, holding your hands out in a panic.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you--!"

Despite your apologies, the being shook, seemingly muttering to himself with both hands clawing at his heads, before in one swift motion he tore his head from his body, blood splashing along the walls and quickly disintegrating.

Mouth agape, you stared in horror as a transformation began, carefully inching towards the blade on your wall. The head rolled on the floor, before regenerating a new body that resembled a much younger demon, entirely shirtless. He caught himself easily, and sprung up on his feet in mere seconds.

The body, on the other hand, changed heavily in appearance until a head popped from the torso, similar red eyes glowing, though they were a more saturated cherry red compared to the Hantengu you knew.

"Ahah! Finally~ A vessel of my own..." Snapping your head back to the other, he was now crouched down, green eyes staring at you with a shimmer of interest.

Despite this, the other one walked behind his duplicate, barely giving you enough time to react to the fact that your companion was entirely renewed, and tore his head off once more, much to the dissatisfaction of the green eyed being, which the green eyed one reacted by ripping the others arm off.

They replenished themselves in seconds, though the two loose limbs quickly multiplied once more, introducing a sulking blue eyed demon, and what looked like a man-bird-thing.

"It never gets any easier..." A soft voice came from the blue eyed individual, of which you caught a kanji on his tongue which read 'sorrow'.

Shivering in the corner, the four seemed to bicker with each other for what you wished was much longer, before their full attention was on your cowering form in the corner.

Oh, how ironic it was, you and Hantengu had entirely switched places, if you could call these beings such a title.

You just hoped they liked you as much as he had.

"Don't you have better things to do than stare?" The red-eyed one hissed, though with malice or anticipation you couldn't entirely pick out. Despite his near-hostility, the showy one crawled forwards, reaching out a clawed hand to hold your chin, pushing it up to meet his eyes.

'Uppermoon Four' It was the same as Hantengu, but they acted so differently, or perhaps to his extremes?

While you were lost in your thoughts, the demon hissed a laugh, enjoying the empty look beyond your curious eyes that scanned him over.

"Before you call me anything I'm not, how about we start with Karaku, unless you prefer 'man of your dreams' better?" The tips of his nails pushed into your skin, but not nearly close enough to damage you. Oh no, he wouldn't dare do such a thing to his doll.

Karaku was promptly pulled back by the claws of a bird foot, which led to the tumbling forward of a very, very strange being, whose wings quickly blocked your view of all others and forced your eyes to gaze into his yellow ones, though he only grinned.

"Look what you've done, making big bad demons go falling for your stupidity, you're lucky you're so damned pretty!" Once he got his word in, he backed off as the other called him by his name strictly, allowing the two remainders to stand before you, gazing down.

You caught the name Urogi, and hoped you caught right, being hoisted to your feet by the hands of a very rough being, the one most similar to Hantengu, though the blue-eyed one placed his hand on your back, keeping you from moving back and providing little comfort.

"You poor thing, you must have no idea what’s going on..." Pity seeped from the sorrow demon, though he muttered his name to you shortly after.

'Aizetsu.' You repeat to yourself mentally, almost leaning into his hand, which moved slowly up and down as if he was giving a futile attempt at comforting you. The one holding your wrist in a vice-like grip only grumbled, seemingly irritated at nothing.

"Sekido."

"S...sekido...?" He only huffed in annoyance at your confirmation, as if it was stupid that you'd even thought of his name in the first place. You hadn't noticed how badly you were shaking until the tremors of the table met your ears, and your heart was skipping beats left and right.

"I- I don't," your voice paused, daring to reach forward, cupping Sekido's cheek, "aren't you?"

The loss of words seemed to amuse Karaku and Urogi, who erupted in giggles and grinned respectively. You were adorable, all your confidence sapped as if anything had changed.

"Yes, and no~" Urogi piped up, tilting his head to get a better look at you from where he was sitting, since Sekido's arm was in the way.

As Sekido dragged you back to your room, you watched Aizetsu carefully close your front door and lock it, each pair of eyes staring at you from the darkness of your living room, shining with light.

Looks like you'd have to make room for four more.

Author Note - Okay this is the longest oneshot I have every written on here, and I couldn't even fully finish it!! So kind of a cliff hanger but I got to every point so win! I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for requesting! This req inspired me sm <3

Shoutout to @mister-gooday1 who actually beta reads all of my oneshots I post because I would die if I had to do it myself xoxo

Word Count - 2,669

Art Credit - Hira_Daphne (twitter)

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ageingfangirl2 · 6 months

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No, You! No, You! Sanji (OPLA)

You are passionate about something and Sanji is passionate about you. The rest of the crew either find your interactions cute or infuriating, depending on the day. Neither you nor Sanji care, because you're lost in one another. Sanji x Reader FLUFF

SANJI

I was in the kitchen preparing lunch while y/n sat at the counter drawing in their sketchbook. Usually, I liked to be alone but the sound of a pencil on paper and my cooking was nice. They were the smallest member of the crew, but don't be fooled by their cuteness because they packed a mean punch in a fight.

The two of us just clicked, I was passionate about food while they were passionate about art. Most people rolled their eyes when we rambled about our passions but they listened to me and vice versa.

'Sanji, I finished my sketch, do you want to see it?' they ask, excitement in their voice.

I smile, and take the pot off the stove, before turning around, 'I never get tired of looking at your art.'

They push the sketchbook across the counter, 'I tried something different with the shading, I wanted to make it look more realistic like you're not even looking at a drawing but the actual scene,' they gush, talking a mile a minute.

I was slightly taken aback in a good way because it was like I was actually seeing myself prepare the vegetables again from earlier, 'wow, this is amazing you have so much talent,' I complimented.

Their whole face turned red, it was endearing watching them get all flustered when they got complimented while they also waved their hands in front of them, 'It's okay, I wouldn't go too overboard with the praise.'

I put the sketchbook down and walk around the counter until I'm standing right next to them, and squeeze their cheek playfully, 'You're too adorable, how can you be this adorable? It should be illegal.'

They pout, 'If I'm adorable can I get a taste before lunch? I love your cooking Sanji.'

I release their cheek quickly clear my throat and turn away, not wanting them to see my ears starting to flush at their compliment. We were like two peas in a pod.

'err sure, let me grab you a spoon. no telling Luffy.'

I was making a simple vegetable soup. I dip a spoon into the pot and the next thing I know y/n is by my side eyes wide as they stare at the soup. My face didn't go red like theirs, more of a light pink, I hoped they enjoyed it because I'd added some herbs to change the taste.

I hold the spoon up, 'open up.'

They open their mouth and happily accept me feeding them. This was a common thing for us to do, sharing and feeding one another food, but to an outsider, it could look a little odd.

They smack their lips together, eyes closed for a second before reopening them and grinning up at me, 'Wow Sanji, how did you do that? I would never think of adding herbs to elevate the dish's taste. You're amazing, your cooking is so much better than my art.'

I shake my head, 'You're literally amazing y/n, so much more talented than me.'

They push me lightly, 'no, you.'

'No, you,' I laugh.

They stick their tongue out, 'No, you Sanji.'

I close the space between us which wasn't much and lick my lips, 'Be quiet and let me compliment you.'

They smirk and put their hands on their hips, 'make me.'

I cup their face in my hands and bring my lips down on theirs, they gasp and I use the distraction to slip my tongue in. At first, they tense, arms flapping at their sides, but then their hands grip the front of my shirt and they relax into the kiss letting me take control.

'HEY GUYS! ERR WOW...I'LL COME BACK...' Usopp says loudly.

I side-eye him and he hastily leaves the kitchen. I guess the moment was over. We pull out of the kiss but y/n still holds onto my shirt and chews their lip.

I put a finger under their chin to make them look at me, 'Tell me what you're thinking.'

They hum, 'I think I'd like to kiss you again Sanji. Do you have any other passions or talents I don't know about?'

The smirk never leaves my lips as I answer them seriously, 'Oh I have so many talents to show you. Who knows we might even find a hidden talent of yours. But lunch first.'

They nod, 'I think you scared Usopp.'

I chuckle as I peck their lips, 'it will teach all of them not to come into my kitchen without knocking.'

Lunch flew by, y/n oblivious to Usopp telling everyone about the kiss, instead chatting away while everyone stared between us. I light a cigarette and ignore the questioning and confused looks of the crew, instead focusing all my attention on y/n.

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howlingday · 4 months

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swashbukcler au jaune levels up, he learns a little bit about utilizing his panach and swagger to enhance his abilities. that is to say so long as he acts like he knows what he's doing he's able to win because people psyche themselves out.... one of these days he's gonna get a real win. Anyways yang and ruby are up, can jaune con them into thinking he's a threat? and is jaune's dad impressed that his boy is able to take on huntresses? and why is pyrrha breathing heavily over the scroll when rwby calls back to beacon to explain what's going on?

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"What would you have done, Dad?"

The elder Arc stroked his beard as he closed his eyes. A smile came to his face, a sign Jaune knew quite well. This was the face he made when he was daydreaming about his younger days of heroism. This would take a while, so Jaune continued helping sort through their library of books. His father's eyes then open and he whirled about on his wheels.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I went outside of the city, Jaune?"

Jaune blinked. No, he hadn't. All the stories Jaune heard were from when he was inside the city. He carried a book to his father, some old text on intercontinental trading. "You went outside Aquadia?"

"Yes, I did, my boy, and it may have helped bring all the tourists in, too!" He smiled wide as he began to rock himself in his chair, a sign that he was excited to begin telling his tale. "Back when I was about your age, I got a seriously bad case of the wander-lust."

"The wander-lust?" Jaune raised a brow, pulling Atlesian Economics from the shelf. "What's that?"

"It's a sickness only cured by roaming. Tell me, boy, have you ever looked to the sky and asked yourself, 'Is there something more to this?'"

"No, not really." He smiled. "All I could ever really want is right here in this city."

"Oh, sure, I thought that, too, kiddo," the father took the book from his son, "but then I looked to the sky and I saw a bird flying out of the city. I got to wondering, well, that very question I asked ya."

"Huh." Jaune thought for a moment. He remembered the Grimm that swam into the port a few days ago. Where did it come from? These thoughts were interrupted by his father cackling.

"That's it, boy! That's the exact same look I had when I asked my question!" He whirled around again, spilling books from his lap. "Oh, I'm remembering everything so vividly, I swear I was right there!"

"What was it like?" Jaune asked, picking up the books, only to sit down as his father began to tell his tale.

"Oh, it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before!" He threw an arm out. "Imagine, a land where the sun and the moon can share the same sky, and their light covers all that you can see. Where there are no casting shades because there's no caldera to cover you. Where animals you could only see in books leap and roam all around you!"

Jaune leaned in on his hands as he tried to imagine himself there. It was a look his father never tired of seeing; innocence, wonder, and a thirst for adventure, all rolled into two ocean-blue eyes full of stars. The story seemed to last only minutes as Jaune hung onto every word his father spoke. He was so distracted, that he didn't notice that an hour had passed, nor had he noticed that he wasn't the only audience member.

"Wow..." Ruby said next to him. Jaune leapt away with a yelp. "Sorry, I wasn't interrupting, was I?"

"Oh no, I was just finishing up the story of when I was coming back from my journey. Home was calling me back, and I found my way into the heart of a young maiden along the way."

"I'm assuming this is your wife?" Blake asked, causing Jaune to leap into Ruby's arms from the other side.

"Do all of you sneak up like this?" Jaune asked.

"I don't know," Ruby groaned before dropping him, "are all of you Aquadians this heavy?"

"Only after a good meal!" Jaune's father bellowed, slapping his belly a few times. "And to answer your question, yes, it was. See, I met her as she was being accosted by bandits. Why, I was in such a fury, I accidentally attacked a huntress I mistook for one of their own! See, the young maiden, my future bride, Jaune's mother, was being escorted by a Huntress/Huntsman team. The team was made up of two Huntsman and two Huntresses." He looked close at Ruby. "And I'd say their leader had the same silver eyes as you, my dear." Ruby gasped. "And when I rushed in to help, I drew my blade, crying-"

"NICHOLAS ARC!" The older man flinched. "I thought you were going to be looking over the city's basic income program, not telling stories to our guests whom I hired to do their job, much like Jaune should be doing his job of helping you with yours." She huffed, walking away.

"I... suppose that's all for now."

"Was she always that bossy?" Ruby asked.

"Believe it or not, yes, she was. Even while being rescued."

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Jaune ran from rooftop to rooftop, the same as he did the night before. While he was out running errands, he listened in on the two huntresses out shopping for supplies... and souvenirs. Playing with her La Lama Lunga action figure, the round one, Ruby mentioned how excited she was to be working with Yang tonight, the older sister of the two sharing her excitement. Judging by how they looked during their fight against the Grimm, he surmised that they'd be different fighters than Weiss was.

Where Weiss was light on her feet, as was common with fencers, Ruby was far lighter and likely more dexterous with her scythe while Yang was all brute force with her gauntlets. He figured out a plan to give him an exit. While one attacked him, he'd bolt for the other one, slip past, and watch the two collide with one another. It was foolproof!

"Gotcha!" He looked behind him to find Yang leaping after him. He couldn't see Ruby, which meant she was probably preparing to ambush him. Making a sharp turn, he leapt across to the other building...

"Gotcha!" Said a voice that wasn't Ruby's. He swung down, covering his face as he smacked into a nice, old lady's potted plants. As he looked up, he saw on the other end of the line was an amber-eye shadow within the shade.

"That's not Ruby." He groaned, rolling from the ground. Looks like he was staying at the street level. "New plan, new plan..."

"Incoming!" He jumped away, barely missing the explosive landing of the blonde bombshell brawler. And yes, it was explosive, like with concussive force and heat and everything. "Sorry to drop in on your escape."

"No, no, it's totally cool." Jaune picked himself up from the ground. "Not like I was blowing anywhere."

"Pfft! Not bad." She was a jokester. Maybe he could use this.

"Yang, focus." Or maybe not. The one that wasn't Ruby perched behind Yang on a balcony. One he recognized.

"What happened to my biggest fan?" Jaune asked. "Did we have a falling out? Tossing me to the curb already?"

"You're a criminal, and we were hired to-"

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU KIDS TO STAY OFF MY BALCONY!" Right on time, an old man burst open the balcony door, swinging his cane left and right. Blake fell backwards, surprised by the sudden, and hostile, arrival of the old man. "DON'T THINK I DIDN'T HEAR YOU BREAKING MY WIFE'S POTS!"

Jaune started to get ideas. Turning on his heel, he ran down the street, following the waterway down the block before jumping over. He could hear Yang shouting as she gave chase down the alleyway. This would be a risky move, but worth it if he succeeded.

He slowed down to a walking pace, making his lungs struggle to breath through only his nose. Yang continued running, getting closer and closer. He could feel her hand reach out, grabbing his cloak.

"GOTCHA!" She tugged, feeling him get closer.

"Did you?" He said in a soft voice, ducking and kicking his legs out, shoving himself into her. His cloak came loose, and he ran away as fast as he could.

"Ah, dang- WAH!" Yang fell into the water as a barking dog scared the daylights out of her. With a splash, she lost sight of the legendary La Lama Lunga. "Damn."

"No luck, either, huh?" A hand reached down to her.

"You could say that." Yang took Blake's hand. She then used her free hand to cover her mouth.

"Don't." Blake warned, a welt growing a third bump on her head. "He's gone again, isn't he?"

"Yeah." Yang shook her head. "This mission really is going to the dogs, huh?" She snickered, pointing to the still barking dog down the road.

Blake pushed her into the water.

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"Really?" Ruby sighed. "Okay."

"I take it that was Yang and Blake." Weiss asked.

"Yup. Looks like Bumblebee was a letdown."

"Well, it was kind of last minute, wasn't it?"

"I thought they would work better than me and Yang." She groaned. "And I have to tell the mayor about this, too..."

"Well, you know who I think would help?"

"You mean...?"

Weiss nodded. "I'm sure the mayor won't be too displeased to have another huntress team coming to help. Especially someone who's been here before."

#rwby #la lama lunga au #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #ruby rose #papa arc #mama arc #la lama lunga #rwby au

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Gojo x Sub. Fem Demon Reader

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🕶 Disobedience 🕶 (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Warning(s): College AU, flirty reader, smut, a lil gore, public sex, dirty talk

It's your second semester at a new college and you've already got a guy trying to impress you, not doing too good so far when he's wearing shades indoors...

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He could feel you before you entered the room.

As you entered, he lowered his shades, like he couldn't see you clearly past them.

You were beautiful.

You immediately met his eyes, you could feel his power, too.

And when your lips lifted into a smirk, he decided.

He wanted you.

The next day, he made sure to make a point of falling into the chair next to you.

"Mm, are you here to dispose of me, curse user?"

"Not necessarily," he drew out his syllables, leaning on a palm, "I just wanted to get a better view."

"You're not going to get that from the very back of the class."

He met your gaze over his shades after turning his head your way, "I didn't mean the lesson. I'd much prefer to study you, instead. Better view than that geezer any day."

"Sacrificing your grades for me? I'm flattered," you offered a shark-like grin full of sarcasm.

"No need to worry about me. I have the best grades in this school," he smiled.

You rolled your eyes, kicking up your feet, "Of course you do."

"Miss [Name]! Put your feet down, right-"

Your professor cut himself off with a glare from you, your head tilted back, challenging him to say the rest.

All he did was clear his throat, "I'll let you off this time since this is your first day, but don't expect such leniency next time."

"Well, aren't you the rebellious one? Someone should tame that disobedience of yours," he purred out.

"I don't get tamed. It's not in my nature."

And every day after that, he finds something to brag to you about.

Trying to impress you, you supposed.

But he wasn't your type.

He was pretty, sure, but you weren't into men who weren't worth what they bragged about.

He just seemed like another egotistical pretty boy who was used to having his way in life.

And why hasn't he reported you yet? You were a demon, his type doesn't let you cruise around innocent people so easily. It's why you had to transfer quite a few times.

His answer?

"I mean, other than a few little pranks, you don't mean much harm. Just another student trying to get their degree. As long as it stays that way, you'll be fine."

He seemed to care more about getting in your pants than much else.

He even brought you your favorite drink from some cafe a few minutes away.

"How the hell do you know I like this?" you ask after an experimental sip.

"I watch."

"Creepy. And I'm a demon."

All he does is smile.

You have a strange dynamic of banter, Gojo not really getting past your wall.

"We can't go on one date, beautiful?"

"My dates include an exclusion of clothes."

"I certainly wouldn't mind that," he smiles, flashing his pearly whites.

"You haven't earned the privilege, human."

"I will..."

Things change one day when a sleazy student decides to grope you on your way out of your last class. Even after you tell him to stop.

You both end up in a hidden corner with you tugging hard on his ear, threatening him.

"Listen here, human. You have two options...You can either use this pencil and stab yourself in your poorly endowed genitals. Or I can tear off your ear for your poor listening abilities."

"You crazy bitch, you think you scare me? I've had crazier girlfriends."

"Oh, have you, now? Well, I don't like being second best to anybody. May I show you why I'm the one to fear?"

You mute him with your power, he's unable to be heard by powerless humans. And you slowly tug further and further away from his head.

He tries to struggle away, but your power holds him in place.

"You don't deserve these ears anyway, much too pretty for that attitude of yours," you grin as he begins to scream.

"Stop! Stop! It's going to tear off!" he shrieked.

"That's the point."

You silently glance at the ear in your hand, then back at the screaming young man.

And you laugh. Tossing your head back, hard.

"Fascinating! Humans are very expressive."

"What's going on here?"

You blandly glance over to see Gojo moving closer, "You're not blind. I think it's blatantly obvious."

"Gojo! Gojo, help me, man! This bitch is crazy!"

"Silly human, he can't-"

"Help you? Lovely [Name] here doesn't seem like the type to do something without reason."

He could hear him? Right...his power.

"So what did you do, Kimura?"

"Nothing! All I did was flirt a little and she went nuts!"

You stab a pencil into your desired area, getting another satisfying scream out of him, "You touched me without my permission. And even after my merciful warning, you kept doing it...You were confident, too. I can only imagine how many human women it took to gain it. What do you have to say about that?"

All he could do was groan in pain.

"Well, at least now you can live alone like you deserve. Only desperate little humans would get with a sleazy man lacking an ear and a hard-on. Now, get out of my sight," your power releases him as you dismiss him with a hand.

You don't turn to look at him as he rushes to hobble away.

But before he can turn around the corner, his body freezes in place and shatters like glass.

"Foolish human. I don't let scum like you live."

"Well, well. Interesting to finally see your power in action."

You jump at the voice next to you, when did Gojo get that close?

"You didn't try to help him."

"He was weak anyway. But I told you not to harm anyone, or we'd have a problem."

"I have selective hearing," you smirked, leaning against a brick wall.

"Selective hearing, huh? Of course, you do," he hummed.

Before you could blink, he was pressed into you, arm against your throat.

"I should kill you."

"Will you?"

"Hmm," his gaze bore through you, "It'd be a shame...I like you."

"I am quite the charmer," you don't break his stare even as his thumb brushes against your cheek, red staining it when it leaves you.

"Red suits you," he muttered, looking down at the blood.

"It suits anyone."

"But I like it on you, I'm not talking about everyone else," he drags his thumb over your lips. Teasing it between them.

You tease back by accepting it inside when he meets your gaze again.

He sucks in a breath, "Damn, you're beautiful."

"I know," you kiss the pad of his finger.

"And a tease."

"So are you."

"And you need to be put in check. I can't have you killing whenever you feel like it," he glares.

"Even the strongest of your human warriors failed to do so. You're no different. All bark, no bite."

His grin is wide and dark, "I'm always happy to bite if you want me to, princess."

He was willing to prove it.

Your back was slammed against the wall, your legs tightening around his waist.

All hints of his normal nonchalance were gone and so were his shades, he couldn't let them get in the way.

As he sucked on your breast, leaving hickeys behind, he made sure to stare into your soul.

He wanted to make a point.

Especially after a statement you made.

"I don't have very high expectations for you. I've lain with many mortals and demons alike. And I've forgotten all of them, no one can sate my hunger enough to be remembered."

He lifted you higher, he gripped your thighs as he kissed down your stomach.

You thought he was a little weakling, but he lifted you with ease...

...looks can be deceiving.

You bit your lip as his breath hit your inner thigh, "Hm...do you deserve my mouth there? You've been very disobedient. Disobedience shouldn't be rewarded..."

Your breath hitched as he nipped the plush of your thigh.

"Sensitive. Have you been neglected here? No wonder your hunger hasn't been sated. They're basic."

You groan in frustration as he goes everywhere but where you want.

"You asshole."

"I'm well aware, you've called me that a few times already."

"You think you're so great just--Oh my--!"

"Ironic coming from a demon," he giggles lowly, before getting back to work.

You grip his hair tight, and you briefly think about it being painful, but he doesn't say anything to indicate it is.

All he does is groan, syllables drawn out, "Mmm...a delicacy."

You try to keep quiet, eyes squeezed shut, your pride not allowing you to give him what he wants.

But then his hit tongue hits the right spot just as he adds a couple fingers.

Your legs squeeze him closer as you moan, louder than you'd like.

You can feel him chuckle and you know his ego is boosted a little.

"D-don't get too big-headed, there's plenty of people that've made me-" he cuts you off again after sucking hard.

Your back arches against brick and you look down at him to find him already looking up at you.

He looks like...he's starved.

You look away, you've never done such a thing.

And just when you're about to reach your peak of pleasure, he pulls away.

It both relieves and infuriates you.

You didn't want to admit that this human could make you do something few have done.

But on the other hand, this asshole. How dare he deprive you?

A hand leaves your thigh as he reaches for his pants with it.

"Impatient are we?" you mock, in between breaths.

"If it tastes that good, I wanna know how it feels..." he muttered.

You watch openly as he reveals himself for you to see.

"Ego now makes sense."

"Hm."

And soon he's rubbing between your folds, watching intently.

"Are you just going to sit and watch all day?"

"You don't deserve it, so don't expect me to go easy on you."

"I can handle you just fine. Just put it in already-"

And he does, in a single motion he's as deep as he can get.

With a whimper, your nails dig into his back through his shirt.

He groans into your collarbone before sliding out just to slam back in.

"W-wait, Goj-ah!" you gasp out a strangled moan.

He slams into you again, and again, slowly.

He grins into your neck, "I've been waiting for someone like you. I can go all out and not hold back for once. Should I stop holding back on you? I did say I wouldn't..."

And you stiffened at the words, "That was holding back?"

"Wanna tap out now before it's too late, pretty girl?"

"Fuck you."

"Already doing that, but fine."

And once he sets his merciless pace, sounds won't stop slipping past your lips. None of which you're proud of.

"Shut up, you pathetic demon, whimpering like a dog on my mortal cock that you don't deserve," he growled into your ear, gripping your neck tight.

Your eyes roll back, drool escaping past your gaping mouth.

And quickly you have a shaking climax, before it can end, he's still going. It's not long before you can feel your body on the edge of approaching another.

"Look at you. Chanting my name like you worship me. Drunk on how good of a fuck it is. Weren't you talking shit not too long ago? Now you're acting like my desperate little whore."

Usually, when people talked to you like that, you'd disintegrate them...but at that moment, you forgot how to speak, only able to say the same words.

"Satoru, Satoru, Satoru...ohhh. Please, oh, please!"

He gripped your chin, roughly tugging it down, he met your eyes, "You're never gonna be able to stop thinking about me. You're gonna try, but then you'll give up, and have your hand between your legs until you accept that your destiny is to be my little toy...and come crawling back to me."

"I-I-I'm..."

"Do it."

You collapse on top of him when you do, clenching around him so much he moans with you.

He eases you back from your high, kissing your neck.

"Since you were a good little toy, you can help me finish. Not that you're worthy of it."

And the second he puts you down you're on your knees taking him.

He groans, looking down at you as he pets your head, "So eager... Did I tame you that quickly?"

Gojo knew he'd win this challenge. All that annoyance he'd pent up from you playing hard to get he put into you.

But unlike he thought, that burning desire for you didn't go away even as you went down on him.

Even when he reached his own high.

Perhaps you'd have to be his toy for a while...

#jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x female reader #jjk #jjk requests #jujutsu kaisen #gojo smut #jjk x reader #anime #smut #anime smut

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up-to-some-good · 1 year

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Your Mother's Eyes

By the time Harry was 11 years old, he'd heard it what felt like a million times.

"You look just like your father, but you have your mother's eyes."

Everyone seemed to say it, from his parents' old friends to random people in the street who'd come to shake his hand. The only people who hadn't said it were his guardians.

He knew they thought it. He saw it sometimes in their eyes. Every time he called Padfoot to play quidditch in the backyard or schemed to play a prank on someone with Moony, their eyes would gloss over for a second and he could almost hear them thinking it.

It was true, too. His skin was the same dark shade as his father's. Their faces were the same shape and their hair was messy in the same way. His eyes were the exact green of his mother, shaded by long eyelashes just like hers.

He looked just like his father, but with his mother's eyes. And he was tired of hearing it.

Which is probably why he stormed out of Ollivander's the second the old man compared him to them, running to some a hidden corner of Diagon Alley where he could sink to the floor and hide his face for a few minutes.

His peace and quiet didn't last for long. Heavy footsteps made their way towards him, getting louder until his guardians were close enough to settle on the floor on either side of him. They didn't talk for a small while, just sitting there and giving him a moment before confronting the situation.

"You wanna tell us why you ran off like that?" Sirius asked quietly.

Harry grumbled in response, muffling his words as her buried his face in his knees.

"Can you try again, Harry?" Remus asked. "We can't help if we don't know what's wrong."

"I'm sick of being compared to them." Harry lifted his head up and stared resolutely at the wall. "It's all I ever hear. I look like my dad, but with my mom's eyes. I know! It's what everyone says and I know you two see it too! But sometimes I want to hear something else."

Sirius wrapped an arm around him, offering some comfort while he tried to think of something to say. Remus, however, took no pause before responding.

"I don't see that at all, Haz," he offered. "If anything, I'd say you look like Lily, but have James's eyes."

"Really?"

"Absolutely," Remus continued. "Your facial expressions are all Lily. The way that you smile and laugh always remind me of her, especially when you try to get me to cause mischief with you. She used to try and drag me into pranking your father, before they got together, and you look just like her sometimes.

But your eyes? That's all James. Lily's colour, sure, but the way you never seem to know which eye too look at when making eye contact, flicking your eyes back and forth, James always did that. The fact that you're useless without your glasses, that's him too."

"What if I don't want to be just a reminder of them?" Harry asked quietly.

"You've never been that, Harry," Sirius came in. "Yes, you do remind people of your parents, but that's not all you are. Your grumpiness in the morning until you've had at least two cups of coffee, even at age eleven, is uniquely you. The way you can catch a snitch before I've even seen it but can't ever find a matching sock. The way you forget to fold your shirts and keep begging us to get a kitten and sing so loudly in the shower. You're your own person, Harry, and we see it every day."

"And we all remind each other of other people," Remus added. "When Pads is making my wolfsbane every month, he gets the same focused look that Regulus used to get when he was tutoring me."

"And Moony always makes me think of Dorcas, the way they could curl up with books in some corner of the castle, and not reappear for hours at a time."

"The way Sirius cooks is all Effie Potter: chaos followed by a delicious meal."

"Our Christmas celebrations are from Hope Lupin, from decorating the tree by hand to opening the gifts before coffee."

Harry was starting to smile as they continued, uncurling himself and leaning into Sirius's embrace.

"You remind us of each other too, you know," Remus continued. "Your morning routine comes from Pads, down to the way you brush your teeth in the shower."

"And your love for knitted jumpers is from Moony, though we all know that."

Sirius tugged gently to Remus's oversized sweater before gesturing to Harry's. The pair were even in matching Gryffindor colours today.

"The point is, Harry, that we are all made up of other people, from our parents' genetics to habits we picked up from the people in our lives, however long they were there. And sometimes we remind each other of those people, but it doesn't stop us from being ourselves. No one else is that same unique tapestry, only you," Sirius concluded.

"And we love you, Harry, no matter what habits you pick up or who you look like, just for you," Remus added.

"You promise?" Harry's voice croaked a little as he spoke.

"Always."

#remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter #wolfstar fic #wolfstar raising harry #hurt/comfort #godfather sirius black #good godfather sirius black #godfather remus lupin #good godfather remus lupin #fix it of sorts

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patheticallyinfatuatedwithu · 1 year

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hiii !!! i am very inlove w ur works !!! would there be a chance if i want to request some kim minji (newjeans) oneshot? like the reader saved her from a speeding car making the reader the one that got hurt ? thank uuuu (i am very sorry for my grammar, english is not really my native language) - sc

i'd jump in front of a speeding car for you any day, kim minji

here u are sc anon! thank u sm for requesting! and dont worry, ur grammar's fine! 🫶🫶🫶 i hope u enjoy this! (i tripped while i was writing this😨)

WARNINGS : mentions of blood, death

it was one of your date nights she's barely managed to fit in her schedule, having been very busy for a couple of weeks due to their single album being dropped. it was hard enough not to see her in person for at least a few hours a day, let alone her not having time to chat you back.

the cool breeze of seoul kissed your cheek, unconsciously gripping minji's hand tighter, your eyes closed, savouring the moment, knowing you might not see each other again for a few more days. she looked at you with teasing eyes, poking your side which cause you to open them with a gasp.

"you...!" she smirked, "did you miss me that much?" you sighed and lightly squeezed her hand, looking her with those charming and sparkling eyes that held so much love for her, a bottomless pit of admiration. she flushed, growing a more darker shade of red when you brought her knuckles to your lips and kissed it, a warm smile on your lips.

"i didn't know you could tell." you replied, as the two of you started to cross the road.

she laughed just as the two of you were halfway through, the faint sound of an engine roaring blended in with other obscene sounds. right after the two of you had crossed, minji's eyes caught sight of an elderly struggling to cross. and being the kind hearted person she was, she rushed over to the elderly and assisted her, the scene causing a smile on your face.

but it was quickly wiped off when the sound of engine became more evident, shouting following after. you weren't sure what happened next, but you were certain that you had rushed to the two's side and pushed them just as the car was about to hit them, taking all of the impact a car speeding 80 miles per hour has. the loud timbre of the collision had resulted in a disgustingly dreadful loud sound that the people within 10km in proximity could hear.

the whole world stopped.

minji's heartbeat was all she could hear, rushing to you the moment the car sped past her, fast enough that it almost blew the hat she wore away. her breathing was ragged and harsh, while yours was languid and was trying to keep your eyes open. she cradled you, surrounded and stained with blood as she did so, her tears running down her face.

she was trembling, the thought of you slipping away from her fingertips had her sobbing louder than she ever had before, thinking that the date you'd gone tonight was the last.

how did it come to this?

minji had caught murmurs from the nurses that it was impossible to recover from that incident. that most of the time, they end in death. but they didn't know you the way she knew you. you were a strong woman, the strongest she's ever known, and was certain you'd survive.

but deep down, she knew that she was lying to herself.

"kim minji-ssi?" the doctor closed the door of your room behind him, approaching the female who sat up immediately after hearing his voice. "is she okay?" she rushed out and the doctor sighed in relief.

"she is." and just as it had been before, minji's world started to spin again. "you can see her now, if you'd like. but i'm afraid it would take her days before she wakes up." minji nods and enters your room, taking a seat beside your sleeping state and sniffling. "i'm sorry. i-it was all my fault that you're here laying in a hospital bed."

"n-no. it w-was mine." you winced as you tried to sit up, but your injuries had stopped your from doing so. minji gasped, the dam almost breaking again. "don't move, you'll hurt yourself more. and don't say that it's yours."

you chuckled, another wince following. "but it was mine. i-if i hadn't run after you i wouldn't have been here." you offered her a weak smile, a tear escaping her eye. thank you."

"i'd jump in front of a speeding car for you any day."

broken records i only scratched the surface researching for the mph and shit💀

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missnancywritesfanfic · 11 months

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How You Married The Wanderer

Wanderer(Scaramouche) x Fem!Reader

Contains: Headcanons(?)/Longfic, Extreme Fluff, Suggestive(Barely), Tsundere Behaviour, Probably ooc but who cares

A/N: I'm a simp and I love the idea of getting to call him Husband all the time, sue me!!

You're an up-and-coming playwright that travels from nation to nation, orchestrating shows for audiences of the highest quality. Your darling husband never found the use in it.

Where he was a scholar of the mind, you are a scholar of the people. And he barely tolerates people.

If you'd told anyone that you were married to Wanderer, the volatile right hand to the Dendro Archon? They'd say you're crazier than the rumors claim.

Yes yes, it's a bold claim to make but the ring on your finger doesn't lie. A beautiful shade of blue that you handpicked yourself. And despite your beloved partner not wearing his out in the open, you can easily sneak your finger under his shirt and reveal it hanging on a silver chain.

But how? You may ask. What magic was conjured that caused two people who are so stubborn to possibly tolerate each other enough to promise their lives to one another.

First Meeting

You were commissioned to write a play that was to be performed in Sumeru City, and while you were taking in the culture and enviromment you had bumped into him by sheer coincidence. At first, you thought he was just some bratty man child with a big hat. Admittedly handsome (which you said to his face), but was in serious need a tune change.

Continued Interactions

Research. The common factor. You were alone traversing the more unforgiving territories of Sumeru, in a ridiculous outfit and four inch heels, fighting off fungi in a Withering Zone. You'd been warned about this, which is largely why your team was too cowardly to come out with you, but you didn't really care.

Fortunately, you did have a vision. Wanderer watched from a distance as frigid winds overtook your onslaught of enemies. But the way this fight was going he's sure you'd lose, so against his better judgement he swooped down and "rescued" you.

"So you're going to leave me to my own devices now? You don't seem like the one and done type."

"Don't waste your breath. I'm just paying you back for my sour mood. You're on your own."

"I wouldn't be wasting my breath if I didn't think you'd be useful. I need a competent guide so name your price."

You got along with him. You damn well tried at least. But from the moment he agreed to collaborate with you, all you two could manage was bickering and arguing. Over literally anything.

Your choice in clothes. Your combat prowess. Your goals. Your aspirations. Your likes and dislikes...

"How could you possibly hate sweets? Were your taste buds ruined since birth?"

"I'm not taking criticism from the idiot who lost their shoe in the mud."

"Well if we used your ridiculous hat to scoop it out like I suggested, I'd still have it."

He did most of the work, which you were fine with. While he fought off anything that got in your way, you took the time to document your observations and discoveries (maybe a few notes about the mysterious vagrant himself). Watching him in action was truly something else. By the end of your first outing together, just before you parted way at the city entrance, you stared at him with a certain glint of recognition in your eyes.

"You know, you are truly a brilliant man."

Sometimes you wonder if that's why he chose to continue escorting you around Sumeru. Sometimes he wonders that as well.

Dating/Figuring Out Long Distance

He made the decision to court you a month into knowing you, this was shortly after your play's debut performance. It was a resounding success, which meant your time together was over, at least, that's what you both assumed.

However, while you still had some time left in the city, you wanted to thank him for his time and his oddly enjoyable company. So as a gift, you gave him bittersweet herbs only found in Fontaine.

"Before you say anything, I have absolutely no use for these and they'll be in better hands this way. Besides, it might help you acclimate to the sweeter side of things."

You didn't expect him to give you anything in return. At first, you were hoping it was a pair of shoes to replace the ones you'd lost. He laughed in your face at the implication.

"You seriously thought I'd waste Mora on something like that? In your dreams."

He takes your hand-something along the lines of trusting him-and as your feet left solid ground your arms quickly wrapped around his neck. He kept an arm securely around your waist and lifted you above the great tree of Sumeru.

Laid before you was the setting sun along the forest horizon. You didn't notice Wanderer staring at your awestruck expression, and for the first of many times a warm feeling stirred in his chest.

"You're definitely interesting, for a human."

"Interesting?"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Oh. Ooooh, that was his silly way of saying he liked you. How adorable. It probably wasn't the best idea to peck him on the cheek while you were several feet in the air, but he seemed to enjoy it. He refused to loosen his grip on you.

He hated to see you leave Sumeru, but you promised to write him no matter where you went. Sure enough, in two weeks, he'd received a letter from Liyue detailing your journey there and your infatuation with their theatre scene. The letter was packed, clearly you didn't have enough space to tell him everything on your mind.

When you received your first letter. There was barely any words.

"Your writing's barely legible. Just wait until we see each other again to share the details, don't have too much fun without me."

You find your face completely flushed upon finding a perfectly pressed Sumeru Rose. It seems he cared more for the nuances of romantic literature than he led on, and to send you a flower as fragrant as this. Such a tease.

What Made You Fall In Love

For Wanderer, it was during your play's debut performance, but he hadn't realized it yet. After a receiving a standing ovation from the people of Sumeru, you were completely ecstatic.

What no one else knew was you were a nervous wreck before the play started. Wanderer had been with you backstage, watching your nerves fraying at the edges with every line, every scene, every transition. To see you wearing this success with absolute pride and joy, he was amused at the sight, how easily your emotions depended on your life's work.

But he couldn't mock you for it, because you leaned on him that night as well. You placed absolute faith and confided in him your fears, he still doesn't understand why to this day, but he's...oddly thankful for it.

For you, it was your first trip to Inazuma and insisted on going with you. Never again, for his sake and yours. The entire time he was uneasy and you could do nothing to settle his nerves, so you let him follow until he couldn't anymore. It was when you traversed the island of Tatarasuna, where you witnessed his soul laid bare and broken. The rage, the guilt, the edge of despair, and his determination to live on. You witnessed his will and you would carry it with you till your dying breath.

How could you ignore such a beautiful soul? Call it greed, the most disgusting shade of sin, but you bathed in it when it came to Wanderer.

The Wedding

Neither of you really proposed, in fact, the idea of marriage hadn't really crossed your minds until the day you were walking together during one of you rare trips together in Liyue. A kind elderly woman mused at how lovely a couple you made, and how lucky you were to have such a handsome husband.

Wanderer noticed your face immediately flush, you stuttered as you tried to explain to the old woman how you weren't married in the nicest way possible. Normally, he'd find this behaviour terribly amusing, but this time around he merely observed.

For the rest of the day, you refuses to look him the eye, when he held your hand it was clammy to which he complained, you could barely pay attention during a conversation. When you passed by a jeweler, you'd come to a halt. He groaned.

"What is it now?"

You didn't respond. He joined your side and followed your gaze to a matching ring set. Cut and polished noctilucous jade that had a faint glow to them. You swear you could see your reflection in its light, but your trance is suddenly disturbed by Wanderer calling the jeweler's attention.

"We'll take the set."

"Wh-What? Darling, there's no need to..."

"You'll just stand here slackjawed otherwise."

After handing off the mora, he took the rings from the merchant's hand and slipped one onto your finger. "Just take it." That's the second time he sees that flustered expression.

You didn't even protest. He scoffs as he pockets the other ring, and continues walking. But that wasn't the end of your aimless thoughts. As you retired to an inn for the night, you kept thinking about that jade ring and sneaking glances at your lover.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Nope."

"Do you want to?"

You both settle in the bed and rest against the headboard. You lean into him and his arm naturally finda its way around you. You watch his face turn into a scowl.

"Why would anyone want that? The very idea feels like an obnoxious display that doesn't amount to anything."

"So...you wouldn't like it if I called you my husband? Or that you could call me your wife?"

He doesn't blush. He shouldn't blush. But at the ridiculous thought of claiming you as his significant other, a whisper of pink touches his cheeks. You smile.

"You're a god, aren't you? Or you claim to be one."

"Your point." He gives a pointed glare as your smile widens.

"A god's word is law, right?"

Your words hung in the air for a moment. A god's word...He curses under his breath. You were an unbelievably inpatient woman. To even suggest that he could make your wish a reality with a single yes...It both filled him pride out how high you think of him, and made him loathe how easily he'd cower to your every whim.

"So...?" You coaxed him from his thoughts. "May you kiss the bride, my darling?"

You don't exchange another word. He leans in and you settle for a peck on the lips, you think you've teased him enough for one day. He suddenly cups your cheek, thumb brushing against your jaw, and draws you into a deeper kiss.

Both rosey cheeked and holding onto one another for dear life. After what feels like an eternity, he finally allows you breathe and your lips part. You breathe a relieved sigh as you rest your head on his shoulder.

Had he not been careful, he would've nearly missed you whispering three delicate words to him.

His eyes widen, suddenly becoming so vulnerable like a spooked gazelle, before he grits his teeth and looks away.

"You're such a pain."

"Are those your vows to me, husband?"

"Shut up..."

As lovely as your private ceremony was, Wanderer was a practical man and wanted to your spouse not only in spirit but on paper.

You both agreed to sign for a marriage license once you returned to Sumeru City. He will always remember it as one of the worst days of his life. Up until that moment, you didn't know his official government name. When you stood before a municipal clerk to make your union official, both Wanderer and the clerk were subjected to your uncontrollable laughter.

"Damnit woman, we've been here for over an hour! Just sign the damn paper!"

"I-I'm sorry..! I'm so so sorry-hehehe..!"

"This was your idea!"

"But I'm serious! Is it Hat-comma-Guy? Is my surname now Hat Guy? Or do I refer to myself as Mrs. Guy??"

"I'm signing for divorce, you can drop dead fkr all I care."

"No no no, marry me first! It's a wonderful name-!"

When You Are Together

You almost always apart. Your lives went down separate paths. That doesn't mean you wouldn't develop any noticeable habits or routines.

When the tours have finished for the season, you return to your Wanderer with a grin and love-struck gaze. He hated it. Absolutely disgusted with how forward you were. So much so that he'd drag you away and scold you private (🤭). And everyone knew...oh everyone knew. Wanderer hated the idea of you silent, and you adore the look on his face when he pulls a moan from your lips. If you were going to be so open about your love for him, there will be no exceptions.

You've started picking up some habits from him. Like his playfulness, his taste for salty or bitter foods, you even caught yourself using the phrases "Unsightly insects" or even a whisper of "You dare..!" It's lead to more petty arguments than you'd like to admit.

As for him, he'd become more physically expressive, he wouldn't turn his nose up to sweets anymore, and he's begun uttering some phrases like "Wonderful!" or "Exquisite". He blames you for being so dramatic all the time, now he sounds like an idiot.

And who could forget that no matter what the occassion, you two will always be in sync yet somehow bickering about the smallest things. Maybe it's the way you showed your love, but archons pray for the victim who gets caught on the receiving end your collective anger.

Lives will be ruined. Self-esteems crushed.

Having the both in a good mood is like seeing a double rainbow.

You still coveted each other.

You attend public events when he's representing his darshan and cheer him on. You are there during haunting nights with a fresh cup of tea and your voice to soothe his pain. You are there to ensure that in his pursuit for the truths of the world, that he will also remember and cherish its beauty. No matter how bitter it may turn.

He watches your moves intently when you're together to make sure you never bump into others or trip on your own feet. He tells you incredible tales from centuries long past when you're feeling your inspiration running low. He still presses flowers into little charms for you so that you'll always think of him. Only him.

Plans For The Future

Wanderer is a god. An immortal that will live for centuries to come. You didn't know this at first, but as time went on and got closer, it did bring legitimate questions.

Were you willing to dedicate your entire life to him?

Is he okay with watching you grow old and wither away before his very eyes?

Are you okay with him finding another lover when you're long gone?

These never changed your feelings for one another, maybe Wanderer did become more protective over your wellbeing. He'd forbid dangerous ventures, if you ever fell ill or got injured good luck leaving your home for even a moment. And maybe you start having moments where you're lonely and he becomes more a legend than a person. Long quiet stares at his unchanging image, distancing yourself from him so you could focus on your own goals, sometimes he made you feel almost infantile because of his age and wisdom.

Not every day is perfect. Some days aren't even considered good. You try not to dwell on it.

The topic of children did come up, and neither of you are ready to give away so much of your life to raise what you can only imagine to be a very unique being. His past spoke for itself and he knew he's not fit to be a parent. You enjoy your freedom and career, you only had so much time on this earth and wanted to spend it without worry.

You two continue to act as you always have.

Maybe you'd buy a home together; fill it with all your happy memories and gifts over the years. And for the rare times where you had no place to wander, and wanted to recouperate.

No matter how much he denies it, he'll happily cook meals you brought over from many continents, some from your childhood as well. You'll silently curse at the dining table while you try to sow a doll like he taught you, your fingers red from the needle pricking you.

When it's late at night, you'll either drag him away from his studies or he'll take you away from your writing. You'll stay in bed until noon the next day, sometimes talking for hours and other times deep in dreams. It didn't really matter.

You're lucky to have each other.

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nyxlaufeyson · 1 year

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request: post-thor 1 loki x childhood best friend!reader? im not sure where im going with this but maybe both of them being touch-starved but physically comfortable with each other ('platonic' hand-holding, forehead/cheek kisses, etc) and maybe like a flffy confession at the end? i love your writing 💚💚

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POV: Second

Ship: Loki x Gender-Neutral Reader

Type: Fluff, Some angst (With a happy ending)

Wordcount: 1,378

TW: None

Synopsis: The story of how you and Loki met, followed by the present, where you find yourself battling your feelings for the god of mischief.

A/N: Thank you so much for the idea! I hope you like how I interpreted it, I tried my best! Also, this doesn't really use any gender-specific pronouns, so it's fine to be read as gender neutral :) For the fics where I can without disturbing the fic, I will be going back and hopefully editing some of the pronouns to be more general (some of them I'd like to keep feminine though. All my GN fics will be tagged as GN to prevent any dysphoria. I love all of you guys!)

To leave a request, feel free to comment anywhere or inbox me

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It all started on your first day of school, when you were fairly young. Your parents were high-ranking nobles, so you had been enrolled in one of the high-ranking schools along with the other kids of prominent families, including the two princes of Asgard.

The classes were fairly easy, and soon enough the teacher dismissed class for a break to eat, leading the children outside. Most of the kids already had friends, and so they ran to sit with them.

You looked for a place to sit, eyes falling to a boy sitting alone underneath a tree, reading. You made your way over to him, happy to find a spot that wasn't so overcrowded, not to mention the comforting shade of the tree.

The boy swiftly glanced up from his book to meet your gaze as you sat down next to him. When he didn't say anything, you decided to talk first. "Hi, I'm Y/n. What's your name?"

The boy hesitated for a moment before answering. "Loki." You raised your eyebrows, surprised. "As in Prince Loki?" You asked, and he nodded with a sheepish smile.

You smiled as you opened your small satchel your mother had packed, pulling out some food. "Do you have anything to eat?" You asked him, noticing that he didn't have a bag or food.

"No. I forgot to grab it." He admitted, and you tore your sandwich in half, handing half of it over to him. "Here." You offered, and he shook his head. "It's really fine-" He started, but you shoved the sandwich in his hands.

"Take it." You insisted, and he finally accepted the sandwich that you had forced on him. "Thank you." He said, and you nodded, biting into your own sandwich.

From that point forward, you two became best friends. School flew by, and before you knew it, both of you had graduated.

Since your parents were of the court, you still were around the castle a lot, so you still saw Loki.

You two were each other's everything. You helped him pull pranks on Thor, which often got the both of you in trouble. You comforted him through his dark times, particularly when he found out he was a frost giant.

When he had fallen off the bridge all those years ago, you became an emotional and physical wreck. The worst part was, you hadn't even known what exactly had happened, just that he had fallen.

Nobody had known if Loki was dead, some said he was, others said he wasn't. You had refused to believe he was dead, and came out as far as you could on the broken bridge and prayed to Valhalla he was alive. Every. Single. Night.

Eventually Heimdal had found him, and you were reunited. He explained everything to you that night he got back: how he had found out he was a frost giant, how he had realized that he was a political pawn.

He had seen himself a monster, yet you refused to let him believe that. You managed to help him put himself together again, piece by piece, hug by hug.

Now you found yourself leaning into Loki as you both sat reading, cursing yourself for the feelings you couldn't seem to shake off.

The past few months, you had developed feelings for the god of mischief. You supposed they were always there, but lately they seemed to be more prominent.

You sighed, sliding a bookmark into your book and closing it, causing Loki to look up from his own. "Everything alright dear?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Just having trouble focusing on my book right now. You know how my mind can be a bit restless sometimes." You said, and he smiled, kissing your forehead.

You blushed, even though you were used to the platonic gestures you would give each other. However, with your feelings quickly growing out of the friendzone, they seemed to have more of an effect on you.

It was funny, the physical communication between you and Loki. Before befriending him, you weren't fond of physical contact. But with Loki, it felt right. It felt like home.

Loki also used to hate people so much as touching him, he still did, but when it was with you he loved it. He lived for your embrace, no matter the gesture.

"How about we go look at the stars from the garden?" Loki suggested, and you smiled with a nod, letting Loki help you up off of the couch.

You and Loki walked through the walls, hand in hand, making your way to the royal garden.

The stars shone brightly in the night sky, accompanied by an iridescent moon. A gentle breeze blew through the garden, tickling your ears.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Loki breathed, looking at the sky. "Yeah, it is." You replied, reaching your finger out and tracing some of the constellations.

"How many stars do you think there are?" He asked you, looking back towards you. You shrugged, glancing at the sky. "I don't know, there's billions! It's useless to count."

He chuckled, shrugging. "I wouldn't call it useless, darling." You raised an eyebrow at him, gesturing up at the sky.

"Loki, look how many there are! Plus, what use is knowing the number of stars going to be?" You challenged, and he just smiled at you.

His smile was enough to take your breath away, but you told yourself to chill out. You weren't going to lose one of your only friends to a silly crush.

"It's also useless to count freckles, but I know you have 12 of them on your left forearm." Loki said, and your heart rate sped up as your mind processed what he had just said.

Your heart was screaming, but your brain was able to regain partial composure. You laughed it off, playfully slapping Loki. "Nice line, silvertongue."

His expression turned soft, yet serious, as he grabbed your left arm gently. "No, seriously. Count."

You turned your left forearm around, carefully counting each freckle. After you finished, you recounted, your face heating up.

There were exactly 12 freckles. No more, no less.

"Oh." You said, unsure of what to say. "Oh?" Loki raised his eyebrow, taking your hands in his.

Loki and you stood there for a minute, gazing into eachothers' eyes, until Loki finally broke the silence.

"I love you."

"What?" You said, nervously darting your eyes away. You figured he was just saying it platonically. You'd said it before, hadn't you? But it was different now.

"Uh- I love you too Loki. You know that." You recovered, trying to hide the bubble of emotions inside of you.

"No. Not like that." He said, shaking his head. "No?" You asked, rubbing your neck subconsciously.

"No. This is different, Y/n. I love you. I love you in ways that go beyond our friendship. You bring me more joy than the stars ever could." He confessed, and your eyes began to water. "I'm sorry if this ruins our friendship, but I can't hide it anymore Y/n. I love you."

You stood there, demobilized in shock. Loki shook his head. "I should go..." He mumbled, but you finally regained movement and grabbed his wrist. "I love you too."

His eyes met yours once more, widening. "Really?" He asked, making sure he had heard you right.

You nodded, reaching up on your tippy toes and quickly placing a kiss on his lips. You had kissed him on the forehead and cheek before, but this was different, yet it still felt so right.

Loki blushed, and you relished in the fact that you had the ability to make a prince, not to mention a god, blush.

"Well then..." You trailed off, tucking your hair behind your ear. Loki's eyes lit up, indicating he had thought of an idea. "How about I go grab us some blankets and we sleep in the observatory tonight, that way we can fall asleep under the stars?"

You grinned, nodding at the idea. "That sounds great. Meet you there?" He nodded, and with another quick kiss on the lips, he ran off to get the blankets, and you walked down the hallway, thinking of how lucky you were to love, and be loved, by Loki.

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agirlandherquill · 1 month

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Sweet Pea and Lily for the flower ask game?

let me just consult my massive array of stationery for the perfect piece of paper to respond to this - paper check, quill check, pot of ink? somehow intact, some may say more intact than my sanity, but anywho without further ado, it's time to write this so-called letter to Tumblr!

so, I'm new to ask games, incredibly new, sort of like the first petals that form on daffodils at the start of spring - in fact I'm seeing some right now as I write this (and it's fitting with not only the flower ask game, but spring itself), and since it's the start of a new month, spring has officially sprung and it's the easter holidays, why not use this perfect time to respond to this question,

alrighty for the first question we have sweet pea - what colour are your oc's eyes?

now this is a welcome invitation for a little ramble about some of my characters, because I picked every detail of their appearance for a reason - after all, who doesn't love little details that are jam-packed full of meaning?

to reiterate the cliche everyone knows and probably loathes (I personally have a love-hate relationship with it, and most cliches in existence), the eyes are the windows to the soul, and I chose the eye-colours of my characters to sort of reflect that,

so for my two ongoing novels, Ruin's Reprisal and A Deal of Daggers, the eye-colours are just as important as any other detail,

In Ruin's Reprisal we have Edeva, the main female protagonist (in the first instance of the series, she's the only one, but not for very long in the following novels), her eyes are what I described as 'cornflower-blue', a shade I found to reflect the sky moments before the sun slips away beyond the horizon, and I feel like that link to sunsets reflects Edeva's character perfectly - she's hopeful even in the darkest of moments, deep within her is a darkness created by events outside of her control, and truth be told her eyes are a shade of my favourite colour.

Fenley is Edeva's protagonistic counterpart (the red squiggly line under that informs me it isn't a word but to my mind it should be, therefore for this letter, it is) and he's her counterpart in a few other ways too - while she is hopeful he lives and breathes chaos, he resides in the dark, which is why I opted to give him grey eyes because it's a mixture of his inner darkness and her light, she brings out the better parts of him, even though he tries so desperately to hide them.

Moving onto A Deal of Daggers, we have Isolde and Reid. This paragraph is much simpler than the others because I had a much clearer reason for their eye colours: Isolde has chocolate brown eyes, simply because out of all my characters, I see her as the greatest extension of myself. Reid has green eyes because I think of him as a survivor, much like a plant, he adapts to his surroundings and he survives, no matter the risk or the cost.

And now for the latter question, Lily - what is your oc's love language?

My response for this is what some may say to be tragically simple, for almost all of my characters aforementioned, they hardly know what love is, but that isn't to say they haven't got it in them to discover it, but for the sake of providing some sort of response to this question I will refer to Reid - perhaps the only character in either of the novels who has any idea what he's doing when it comes to love, even if that love is forbidden, unrequited and fought against - mostly by himself. Reid uses words and subtle gestures as his love-language, he prefers subtlety above all else, he finds it to be the most effective, I tend to think of his approaches to love as though he is painting, one stroke, a small, meaningful stroke can make a piece, and bit by bit the painting grows, it becomes better, more beautiful. Slow but steady, so to say. Or perhaps... Slow-burn? (one of my favourite literary tropes)

and now I reach the end of my letter, a point at which I ought to sign off but I'd first like to thank you for the opportunity to ramble about my characters, and to thank everyone who reads not only this letter but every snippet, every piece of my writing, it means more than you know,

so with that, I'll be signing this off,

until the next letter,

~ A Girl and Her Quill

(p.s, I hope it's abundantly clear I have not read this through, my mind went on a ramble and I wholeheartedly went with it :) )

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wafflesandkruge · 11 months

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if i loved you less i'd be a liar (zoyalina)

alina has been working for mi5 for years, and the only thing she can say about her job is that it's boring as hell. so when an enigmatic female serial killer seems to taunt her with a string of bread crumbs and bodies left around the world, she can't help but chase after her like she's a lifeline. or, the zoyalina villaneve au we deserve.

a/n: written for @generalstarkov's birthday!! happy birthday beloved 🥰 finally cracking the list of requests you sent me hehe. this is just a short snippet to start the au, but hopefully i'll write a bit more for it later when i finally graduate and have some time. ANYWAY GO WATCH KILLING EVE IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY.

ao3

Alina sighed as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. It was her eighth straight hour at the hospital, and it was beginning to show. Her skin looked almost waxy under the harsh white lighting, the dark circles under her eyes more pronounced than usual. Her scalp ached from the tight and professional bun she’d scraped her pale hair into that morning. Mal was going to ask questions when she got home, again, but it wasn’t like she could tell him she’d been recruited by MI6 to track down a serial killer responsible for dozens of murders around the globe. He’d just give her that concerned look again, and be so horribly nice to her that she’d want to scream and break something like one of his elementary school students just to try to get him to understand.

There was something wrong with her, and he couldn’t see it. No one could.

Alina yanked the hair tie from her hair and relished the painful tingling in her scalp as her hair uncoiled itself. The faucet turned on with a reluctant squeak, and she splashed cold water onto her face in an attempt to rejuvenate herself. She’d be stuck here for at least another two hours. Maybe if she caved and bought a coffee from the ancient vending machine outside the witness’ room, she’d get through it without strangling her new partner. With that cheery thought, she began coaxing her hair back into a semblance of a respectable style.

Alina nearly jumped out of her skin as the door of the one working stall slammed open. She hadn’t even noticed someone else had been in the restroom. So much for working at an international espionage agency.

In the mirror, Alina watched as a woman dressed in dark blue scrubs stepped out of the stall and took the sink beside her. She didn’t turn the water on. Alina paused, her hair half-up. The sense of being watched prickled the back of her neck.

She turned and found the other woman watching her. She was easily the most gorgeous woman Alina had ever seen with skin the color of teakwood and glossy black curls that tumbled down her back. She had eyes only a shade darker than her scrubs, and they seemed to read every thought and feeling even Alina couldn’t understand about herself. Alina couldn’t help fixating on the tiniest details like the small bruise on her wrist, the gold necklace around her throat, the stray curl that wouldn’t stay down. Alina wanted to study her for hours, and evidently, the opposite was true as the woman continued staring at her, her expression unreadable.

“Can I help you?” Alina asked, her hands still tangled in her own hair.

Her eyes were cold, Alina realized. Cold and calculating. They regarded her cooly for another second before the woman turned away to the sink and washed her hands in a few quick, forceful movements. Her nails were painted cherry red. Alina returned her gaze back to her own reflection and tried to ignore the presence of the other woman.

Just when the restroom door opened and Alina thought she was almost free, the woman paused over the threshold and looked back. Alina’s eyes were drawn to her like a magnet. The corners of the woman’s lips tugged upwards as their eyes met, and her face became even lovelier, if that was possible. Her eyes warmed, ice melting on the first day of spring.

“Wear your hair down.” It sounded like an order. With that, the woman stepped back and she was gone. The tension in the air bled away and Alina blinked, feeling like a boat that had been unmoored or a kite whose string had been cut, never to touch the ground again.

Something in the world had shifted, and she didn’t know what.

She left her hair down.

#zoya nazyalensky #alina starkov #zoyalina #zoya #alina #my writing #killing eve #killing eve au #writing

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gaymer-hag-stan · 10 months

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Ok so, with the Tekken 8 Closed Network Test now concluded, I'd like to share a few thoughts.

The game looks great, I love the new redesigns, I love the new animations and the fact that they got the entire cast to rerecord their battle grunts and win / pre battle quotes, it was especially weird to have certain characters use voice lines from different actors, some of whom weren't even speaking the same language 🤣

The redesigns are almost exclusively great so far, but I do hope we get alternate costumes. Yeah customization is there but I don't really care to have Nina in jeans and cowboy boots or Jin in platinum blond pigtails like... A lot of fighting games just have a palette swap as the second costume and call it a day, but from the very beginning all the way up to Tekken 6, Tekken had an alternate outfit for every single character. Not only that, but it was usually a more "casual" outfit too like, Kazuya's Tekken 1 1P was his karate gi pants but his 2P was a tank top and jeans. Asuka's Tekken 5 1P was her Aikido uniform and her 2P was her trademark shorts and tank top and so on. Tekken 7 originally went for the 2P palette swap, but at some point they added extra costumes, including classic looks, via an update, and I hope they are there from the start this time.

I played almost exclusively as Nina because she's been my main since 2005, with a little Jun, a little Xiaoyu and a little Jin thrown in. I also tried Lili's, Hwoarang's and Asuka's combo trials (nice that they FINALLY added combo trials, I don't know what took them so long lol) I gotta say it's extremely satisfying to see Harada CONSTANTLY shading Street Fighter on Twitter by saying that the base roster will feature a lot more fighters than our competitors an also Mortal Kombat by saying that they are focusing on legacy fighters before they even start considering guests. Like. That's a ball move and a huge reassurance for the fans. I also know it's in good faith and no harm is meant towards Capcom or Netherrealm but he's right and he should say it!

If there's one thing I hope they copy off of Capcom is Word Tour mode. Yeah NetherRealm Studios' cinematic story mode is fine... I guess... But World Tour mode is the best single player mode ever featured in a fighting game and Namco even have their own blueprint in the form of Tekken Force. We're probably still getting a cinematic-style story but there's still hope for Tekken 9, or maybe even a smaller-scale Tekken Force return, in the style of Tekken 4 or sth.

Arcade Mode needs a proper reintroduction as well, in Tekken 6 you only got 4 battles and you were done and in Tekken 7 you straight up got nothing at all out of Arcade mode and character endings were instead for the base game characters who weren't prominently featured in the cinematic story and you got them after a single battle... Very underwhelming.

Also hoping other "missing" modes like Team Battle return and maybe Tekken Bowl will be included from the get go this time? I've also had this request forever but I'd love to see 1P Vs. Com or Com Vs. Com fights be included in offline versus. Literally every other fighting game has it except Tekken and Virtua Fighter and I can't tell why. It shouldn't be hard to implement and honestly sometimes it's just fun to pick characters, costumes and stage and just fight it out with the computer, as a break from online grinding and whatnot.

Now, as for the battle system itself... It's lots of fun! There's tons of stuff going on at all times but it feels great to experience and it's not really overwhelming or anything. It's cute that they have included an "easy mode" for new players to ease themselves in the fun. I'm not a master player by any means but I've had almost two decades of experience in Tekken and legacy skill does play a big role in the Tekken meta so it's an interesting way to even out the playing field. Interestingly, they also seem to have simplified some of the more complicated commands like, I can pull off all of Nina's combo throws now with a total of like, four button presses at most? Crazy! The heat system feels a bit weird at first but it's a huge asset once you get into it which doesn't take all that long anyway.

Overall I am very satisfied with what I got to play and I feel like Tekken 8 is gonna be another huge chapter in Tekken's history as well as the FGC's as a whole and I honestly cannot wait! Hopefully I will have moved out of Greece by the time it's out because my internet connection was killing me 😭🤣

I also better see miss Anna and Christie in the game or else I'm rioting.

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kentonanamisupremacy · 2 years

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Jump Author Survey -- Gege Akutami

From "The Shonen Jump Guide to Making Manga"

What knowledge would have benefited you when starting your manga career?

I wish my managing editor had sat me down and said, "Make your word balloons bigger," and "Don't break up your word balloons so much."

What did you do first after deciding to become a manga author (e.g., practicing, strategizing, etc.)? And/or, did you have an efficient way to practice?

Get in the habit of finishing what you start. Work on your ability to explain, in words, what you find exciting or boring about a given series. I found myself unable to focus on the art, so I would just do lots of quick, sketchy figuring drawings (croquis). When I do a properly lit and shaded sketch (dessin) nowadays, I regret that I didn't adopt that habit sooner. I also regret having created so many rough storyboards, but basically no finished drafts.

What are you mindful of when revising your own storyboards (either when self-editing or taking advice from editorial)?

Since my work is published in a magazine for children, I'm always sure to listen when an editor tells me, "This part is hard to understand."

I try to plan out my storyboards with a strong sense of overall balance, and there've been many times when adjusting them based on the advice of others felt like removing pieces from a Jenga tower, which led to collapse and failure. Changing minor details is fine, but generally, I'd rather put in the work and start over from scratch instead of fixing up a bunch of things in my storyboards.

Is there any way you could have been better prepared before your serialization began?

I wish I'd had more experience doing proper drafts.

What do you bear in mind when creating manga (e.g., personal themes and throughlines)?

I'm not trying to get people from my own generation to come away thinking I have good taste.

What's your approach to creating strong, memorable characters?

Their mere appearance should elicit big laughs. Emphasis through repetition. Some sort of jarring discrepancy between expectations and reality.

How should one practice creating those strong characters?

It comes down to imagining how other people will feel about your characters. Which is hard.

How many works/pages did you create leading up to your first real submission? How many works/pages from that first submission until your magazine debut?

Around age twenty, I tried to get my first short work (that is, a completed draft) into a magazine called Aoharu. I called about bringing in my work, but they sort of blew me off in a noncommittal way, so I gave up.

After that, I got two different one-shots into a sister magazine, two more one-shots in Weekly Shonen Jump, a four-chapter serialization in the monthly magazine (That run would eventually become Jujutsu Kaisen volume 0), and then finally my serialization in WSJ.

Between my first one-shot in the sister magazine and my second one in the main magazine, I honed my skills working under Kano Sensei (Kiss x Death).

What's your approach to creating manga that's readable?

I let my art blast right past the safety and trim lines in order to guide the reader's eye. That said, I tend to sacrifice readability for what I find interesting, so don't treat me like some kind of role model.

How long does it take to create the storyboards for a single nineteen page chapter of manga?

It depends on the chapter, but usually around half a day. The weird thing is, even when I've got the story all thought out and I'm not unsure of anything, it can take me twelve hours or more just to get started on the storyboards (which only end up taking six or seven hours to finish). If, like me, you're the type of person who spends three hours psyching yourself up for a thirty-minute task, you might be in trouble if you're ever serialized in a manga magazine.

How long does it take you to finish the full draft for a single nineteen-page chapter of manga?

About five days. My focus is absolute garbage.

Beyond creating your storyboards, what do you do to come up with ideas and plot points for your work?

I recommend reading short stories (prose). Some of my best ideas come to me when I'm imagining how I would flesh out a short story into something longer.

Is there anything you referenced when creating your one-shots?

Collections of shorts from Haruko Ichikawa and Tomoko Yamashita Sensei. With one-shots, I'm thinking it might be better to make everything revolve around the intimate human drama, rather than the setup and the world.

#weekly shonen jump #gege akutami #akutami sensei #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #shonen jump guide to making manga #interview #author survey #long post #my transcriptions

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birdybirdnerd · 10 months

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stanarrator 7 (...to shut them up)? seems fitting

WAHOO ive been marinating on this one and i think i hit something perfect and sweet

7: A kiss ...to shut them up.

Things had been going… surprisingly well, since Stanley and the Narrator had realized their feelings for one another.

The Parable was endless, and their concept of time passing faulty, but both entities knew that they had been together for a long, long time. Too much time, at least, too much time to be at each others' throats. When that kind of eternity stretches out in front of you, containing nothing but a single other person's presence (in its own way), you have to adapt to the situation or go insane.

Stanley had tried going insane. The Narrator, too!

Both of them decided pretty unanimously, that being sane together was much more preferable.

And of course, when the eons had passed them by and their interactions took on that golden hue of familiarity, of comfort and camaraderie, it was natural for something… else, to develop in the soft in-betweens.

The Parable was a comforting, warm sweater. Its paths were known to both so intimately, the way the other worked understood on a level akin to instinct. Stanley could read thousands of different stories in the varying inflections of the Narrator's voice, even as it spoke the same words it always had. The Narrator could see the paths of mischief and play in the slightest tilt of Stanley's head, in the color of his thoughts.

So it was natural, and completely expected, when the two of them fell in love.

Nothing about their relationship could have been considered normal, but as the time whiled away and they enjoyed this new facet of their time together to its fullest, they realized that, maybe, just maybe, they might want to experience at least a little bit of that normalcy. Only a little, and only in one way:

Stanley wanted to see the Narrator. Wanted to touch him. And, good for him, the Narrator wanted that, too.

"Now, Stanley, there's still a bit of work I need to do on the insides," the fellow nattered, the sound of shuffling paper completely arbitrary as he pulled up and prepared to load this new file. "I've got the mesh, well, done. But it's not ready for a complete debut yet!"

Why was he showing Stanley, then? You'd think the fellow wouldn't want to show off something unfinished.

A shimmer of a flush in the lights of Stanley's office. "Yes, well- you'd be right, of course, that I wouldn't want just anybody to see my work before it's perfected, but-"

Stanley grinned. He knew.

"Of course you do," the Narrator chuckled. "You're not just anybody."

He cleared his throat. "And besides, I need a little bit of feedback. I've been looking at this thing for so long, I fear I may be overlooking any minor problems. Need a fresh pair of eyes to make sure I don't have, I don't know, too many fingers or some such. And I trust your glitch-seeking eyes, Stanley."

Stanley sat up straight, eager and expectant. Whenever the fellow was ready, so was he.

"Alright. Okay!" The nerves sang clear through his voice, even as excited as he sounded. "Okay, close your eyes, Stanley."

Stanley did as he was told.

Several seconds passed, before the Narrator cleared his throat. "Alright, I- no, wait, hold on. Forgot to switch my audio output."

Another few seconds. "There we go-" and it was coming from in front of Stanley. He wiggled in place, impatient and grinning so wide it hurt.

"Alright. Open them."

He did.

"Now, like I said, I'm not fully happy with some things going on inside, and honestly if you think I'd look better with a different shade of hair, please feel free to shower me with criticisms as you always do- or, or if you think it'd look better longer, or shorter, too! Don't hold anything back, dear boy, just tell it to me how it is, I can handle it-"

He was working himself into a spiral, as per usual.

Stanley knew how to fix that. And, completely coincidentally, that aligned perfectly well with the overwhelming urge that took his breath away as soon as he'd laid eyes on his Narrator for the first time.

Stanley swooped in, and kissed him senseless.

An eternity passed before they parted. The Narrator looked sufficiently rebooted. Stanley pat himself on the back for his kissing prowess.

That broke the moment; the Narrator snorted, and the two of them devolved into a silly giggling fit, arms still wrapped tight around each other.

"That's not criticism, Stanley!"

Maybe he should do it again, then.

"…that would be acceptable."

And so he did.

#tsp #the stanley parable #tsp stanarrator #personal #my writing #ask #THANK U. these have all been so so fun. i love kisses

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teenandbeyond · 11 months

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hi could a request a demon fem reader x gojo where reader is just bewitchingly beautiful ( and low-key evil n v powerful ) and she joins the uni where gojo is a student of and he tries impressing her n shit n idk more things could be added but ya it has smut n it's very smexy n romantic sort of but sub!gojo :O

Gojo x Dom Fem. Demon Reader

Interesting, let's see how it goes.

Want the Dom Gojo version? Here.

Want more from meh? Masterlist!

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🕶 Please Her 🕶 (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Warning(s): College AU, flirty reader, smut, dirty talk, didn't really know where to go with it