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NOT THE EPISODE STARTING IMMEDIATELY WITH BAD BUDDY MUSIC 😭😭😭😭
#it's the music from the scene from ep4 that leads into the flashback of pran watching ink give pat the bracelet#send help#airenyah plappert#adrm#dangerous romance#dr ep6#bbs#how is a girl supposed to focus in these circumstances#no really. how
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focus on me.
pairing: mattheo riddle x reader
request: I NEED MATHEO OR THEODORE X FEM READER AND SHE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS AND ARM VIENS AND SHE WALKS INTO HIS DORM AND IS GOBSMAKED TO SEE HIS ABS AND SHE WANTS TO RIDE THEM AND SHES JUST SO OBSESSED AND THINKS HES THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE PLANET- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A PRETZEL WHEN HE GIVES HER THOSE EYES- JESUS IM A CATHOLIC BUT THEO AND MATTHEO COULD BE MY NEW RELIGION-
author's note: big thanks to @writingsbychlo for listening to me rant about this man in her inbox. posting this now so she can wake up to her mans. the way that i would fold for mattheo so fast (theo look away). anyways, enjoy this purely smutty fic 😮💨
You were supposed to be studying.
When you came into his dorm, you specifically told Mattheo not to interrupt you under any circumstances. Usually, you preferred the library but some prat had accidentally set off a dung bomb, which meant closure until further notice.
You tried studying in your dorm, but your fellow housemates decided that there was no better time to throw a back to school bash in the common room than the night before your Ancient Runes exam. Harry and Ron, who shared the same class, appeared completely unbothered as they chugged firewhisky straight from the bottle.
Your roommate Hermione was long gone. Probably holed up somewhere in the dungeons with Draco. You followed your friend’s cue and snuck into your boyfriend’s dorm, narrowly avoiding Filch. It never seemed fair that the Slytherins got individual rooms, but tonight you had never been more thankful for it.
Mattheo had set up a whole battle station for you on his desk. There were fresh ink pots, newly sharpened quills, and blank parchment waiting for you when you arrived. After kissing your sweet and considerate boyfriend, you went straight to work.
By the time midnight struck, the parchment was filled with glowing runes, making your ink stained hands cramp from drawing out the symbols over and over again. To Mattheo’s credit, he kept to himself and read quietly on his bed while you studied.
You were so engrossed in the material that you barely registered him kissing you on the cheek before leaving to take a shower. That little mistake cost you because as soon as he walked back into his dorm with nothing but a towel on, you nearly spilled fresh ink all over yourself.
Water trickled down Mattheo’s chest, the little droplets snaking through his perfectly chiseled abs only to disappear beyond his v lines, which pointed like an arrow to what you knew was hiding underneath that towel.
The fabric hung dangerously low on his hips as he walked over to his dresser to pick out something to wear. You watched with rapt attention as he braced himself against the wood, those delicious, juicy veins protruding from his forearms and nearly making you dizzy with desire.
Finally, Mattheo turned. The silence had caught his attention and he smirked when he saw you ogling him.
“See something you like, pretty girl?”
You flushed. “Just got a little distracted.”
Mattheo’s grin grew. He sauntered over to you, leaning over so that he had you caged against the desk.
“Oh?” he asked, his voice low and husky and absolutely fucking sexy. “Maybe it’s time for a break then. You’ve been such a good girl studying so hard all night. I think you deserve a reward, my love.”
Your breath hitched as Mattheo’s lips grazed yours. He tilted your chin up, giving you a perfect view of those brown eyes. Then he gave you the look and you knew you were done for.
It was a look that said he wanted to devour every inch of you until you couldn’t even recall your own name. You gave in. Of course you gave in. How could you not?
“Maybe for a second…”
Mattheo took the opening. One arm snaked around your waist, bringing you up with him as he pressed you against the desk. His other arm crept up your back until he reached the nape of your neck, fisting your hair through his fingers as he kissed you roughly.
“Do you even know how fucking sexy you are, princess? My smart schoolgirl in her tiny little skirt.”
Mattheo carefully moved your studying materials aside before picking you up and setting you down on the table. He gripped the top of your thighs and brought you to the edge while sliding his tongue against yours. You whimpered as he grinded against you, showing you exactly how hard he was underneath the towel.
“Been thinking about bending you over this table all night,” Mattheo whispered in your ear. His hand climbed higher up your thigh and you felt your body instantly respond to his touch. “Bet you’re soaking wet for me already, aren’t you angel?”
You moaned as he toyed with the waistband of your panties. “Matty, please.”
Your boyfriend smiled at your nickname for him, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. “What is it that you want, darling?”
“Touch me. Please.”
Mattheo smirked as he tugged your panties off. His lust filled gaze drank you in as he dragged two fingers through your slick folds.
“Fuck. You’re so wet. Is this all for me, princess?”
“Mhm,” you mumbled, nipping at his neck. “It’s not fair. You play dirty, Matty. You can’t just walk in here with nothing but a towel on.”
“Why not, angel?”
You sighed, tracing the hard planes of his chest. His muscles flexed under your fingertips as you gently raked your nails against his six pack. “Because you’re sexy and I can’t help myself.”
Mattheo chuckled darkly, plunging two fingers in your pussy. You bucked against his hand, watching in stunned silence as he withdrew it only to stick his middle and pointer finger into his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted you on him.
“This is exactly what I mean,” you whined. “For Godric’s fucking sake, how am I supposed to concentrate after that?”
“Maybe we can compromise, angel.” He shuffled through your parchments and stuck one to the wall. “I’m going to trace the runes inside of you and if you get them all right, then I’ll give you your reward.”
You swallowed thickly and nodded. Mattheo grinned before giving you a quick peck. “Pay attention, sweetheart.”
His fingers dipped through your folds once more and you gripped his arm, fighting the moan from escaping your lips. Mattheo curled his fingers inside of you, drawing a familiar shape.
“Urus,” you said in a breathy voice. “It means strength.”
“That’s right, angel.” He shifted as you ran your hands down his arms. You could feel his veins throbbing underneath your palm as he fingered you. “Don’t get distracted now. I know how much you love my hands. I promise they’ll be wrapped around your throat by the end of the night if you get all these right. Now focus.”
You nodded, eyes fluttering close as he traced another rune. “Algiz,” you answered. “For protection.”
“Hot and smart,” Mattheo announced proudly. “How’d I get so lucky?”
His lips grazed yours and you willingly parted for him, fluttering around his fingers as his tongue slid into your mouth. He pumped his digits inside of you, teasing and taunting.
“Let’s try something harder, princess.”
Mattheo’s skillful fingers prodded against your walls, sketching a complicated shape. You closed your eyes and focused. It was a tricky one, but you remembered the cris cross pattern.
“Inguz,” you said decidedly. “Fertility.”
“That’s right,” Mattheo said with a smile. “You're doing so well, sweetheart. One more and you can have anything you want.”
“Anything?” you asked with a small smile.
“Whatever that devious little mind of yours desires, my love.”
“Okay,” you replied. “I’m ready, then.”
Your boyfriend nodded, staring right into your eyes as he marked the last and final rune. It was an effort not to get lost in those warm, brown eyes. But you steeled yourself, determined to claim your prize.
“Rerth. For luck.”
“Good girl,” Mattheo said with a smirk. “Fitting since you’re getting lucky tonight, angel. Where should we start?”
You bit your lip, cocking your head at him. It was nearly an impossible choice. You wanted to kiss him. Bite him. Lick him. All of the above and more.
But there was one thing that stood out from all the other deliciously sinful choices. You pressed your palm against his abs and grinned.
“I want to ride your abs.”
Mattheo’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected it, but fuck he was so down. He would’ve given you anything with the way you were looking at him right now.
“You never fail to surprise me,” he said fondly. “Well come on then, let’s make your filthy little fantasy a reality.”
In one smooth move, he lifted you off the table and deposited you on top of his bed. Mattheo reclined against the headboard and watched with hungry eyes as you straddled his stomach. He smiled as you slipped the tie off your neck and looped it around him.
It was a simple move, but so fucking sexy and possessive at the same time. You were claiming him. Mattheo was yours and you were his. You belonged to one another—mind, body, and soul.
Mattheo trailed kisses down your neck and throat, leaving marks on your skin as his deft fingers made quick work of the first few buttons on your blouse. He leaned back and admired his work, his hands gripping your hips while you grinded your soaking wet sex against his muscles.
He didn’t think it would feel this good. There was something about you using his body to get yourself off that fucking turned him on like no other. Mattheo lifted your skirt up, fisting the fabric in his hands and watching as you coated him with your arousal.
The little whimpers you were making sounded like music to his ears. “My good little slut,” he said, squeezing your tits as you rode him with reckless abandon. “You’re so fucking filthy, baby. Using me to get yourself off. I’m just your fuck toy aren’t I princess?”
“So good,” you murmured. “You feel so good, Matty.”
The desperation in your voice set him off. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and bucked forward, smirking in satisfaction when you moaned. The ridges of his abs rubbed against your clit, providing the perfect amount of pressure to the sensitive area.
“Keep riding me,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Just like that, angel. Such a good girl for me.”
You closed your eyes, lost to the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Mattheo gripped your chin, his voice rough around the edges as he spoke. “Open your eyes, darling. I want to watch you cum.”
His rich brown eyes pinned you in place, drinking in every detail. That sexy smirk curved against his lips as he hooked his arms behind his head, admiring the view of his girl riding him.
“Look at you, baby. You’re making such a fucking mess. Such an innocent face, but you turn into a filthy whore when you’re with me.”
“Only for you, Mattheo.”
“Damn fucking right,” he said, sliding his hands under your skirt to rub at your clit.
You bucked against him, riding out the high. Heat exploded in your core and seeped into your veins. Mattheo kissed you roughly, staking his claim on you as he devoured your moans.
“That’s it, princess. Cum for me, pretty girl.”
The orgasm felt like a lightning strike. It hit you all at once, making your walls spasm as you came all over Mattheo’s abs. He cursed when he felt you soaking him through, utterly turned on by the mess that you’ve made. Mattheo had never been harder in his life.
Your boyfriend peppered kisses on your face, pulling you taut to him as you came down from the high. Mattheo brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up so he could press his lips against yours. He groaned and held your hips down, grinding his boner against your ass.
“I’m not done making you cum, princess. You’ve got one more in you, don’t you angel?”
As sensitive as you were, your pussy throbbed at his words. When it came to Mattheo, you could never really get enough.
“I thought I only got one reward. You’re spoiling me, Matty.”
“There’s no question about it. You’re my spoiled rotten little princess. But this reward isn’t for you, it’s for me.” He smacked your ass, gesturing for you to get up. “Now come on, angel. I was serious about that desk.”
He smirked as he walked you back to his desk, his hands disappearing underneath your skirt as he massaged your ass. Mattheo kissed you roughly before he flipped you over, bending you on the desk so you were face down and ass up. He flipped your skirt up, hissing when he found you soaking wet again.
“You just can’t help yourself can you, princess?” He pumped himself in his hand before sliding the tip of his cock along your folds. “Gods, you’re fucking wet. Are you ready, baby?”
You whimpered, rocking your hips against him for more friction. Mattheo held you in place, fisting your hair in his hands.
“Use your words, darling. I want to hear you beg like the good little slut that you are.”
“Please, Matty,” you whined. “I need you so badly that it hurts.”
He kissed the base of your spine, grinning as he eased his length inside of you. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you gripped the edges of the table as Mattheo buried his cock within your walls. Your legs felt like they were going to give out any minute, but he kept you upright, cursing when he felt how wet and tight you were.
“Fuck,” he grunted as he thrust into you slowly. Mattheo gripped you from behind, picking up the pace. Your pussy clenched around him like a vice. “Gods, pussy’s so good baby. You’re doing so well. Taking all of me like my perfect little whore.”
Mattheo fucking adored the way you blushed at his filthy words. He leaned over, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss as he fucked you into the table. He thought he was going to pass the fuck out when you grinded back into him, meeting his movements to take more and more of him. Mattheo leaned over and shielded your head from the wall, making sure you were protected as the table shook underneath you.
The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your breathy little moans was enough to send him over the edge, but he wanted to make good on his promise. Mattheo always put his girl first. The boys were right. He might be just a little bit pussy whipped.
Even without the sex, you could’ve asked Mattheo to kill for you and he would’ve done so without question.
“I fucking love you, darling. I’d kill for you. I’d die for you,” he said, every word laced with conviction. “Forever and always.”
“I love you too, Matty. Forever and always.”
He kissed your cheek, the action surprisingly soft compared to how rough the sex was. You felt like you could’ve melted onto the floor.
“Cum with me, my love.”
Mattheo wrapped his arms around you as that familiar heat spread burned in your core. He held you as the orgasm rocked through your body, sharing in the euphoric high while the two of you finished together. His grip around you only tightened, hugging you from behind while he slowly pulled out. You were barely keeping upright as it was, your legs threatening to give out under you.
Without a word, your boyfriend scooped you into his arms and brought you back to bed. He cradled you against him, whispering praises and encouragement while stroking your hair.
“You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you for remembering all those runes. You’re gonna ace your exam tomorrow.”
“You really think so, Matty?” You snuggled against him, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Mattheo stroked your back and placed a kiss on your temple.
“I know so, darling. You have no idea how proud I am for having such a smart girlfriend. I love bragging about you to our friends.”
You flushed. “Well, I couldn’t have done it all on my own. I had some help from my smart, sweet, and sexy study partner.
Mattheo grinned and kissed you gently. “Glad to be of service, my love.”
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𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐒...
known to be a quiet guy in highschool. Scouted all the way from Aichi, he was basically a stranger to the new environment in Hyogo. Not just the difference in dialect, but also difference in the food, the traditions, the atmosphere and how people acted. Granted, Hyogo is as a rather rural area, and so people here are bound to act different from where he came from.
Different place, meaning different living place. Inarizaki has a dormitory building for students who live far from school. It's a decent place, not too cramped, not too big or fancy. Comfortable place for a student to study, and the walls are actually sound proof, he assumed that it's so that students can focus on studying more. Although there's an announcement speaker in the room, which the volume is often set high enough for him to be startled everytime there was an announcement. He's not one to be easily caught off-guard.
Suna would always said the change is no big deal whenever his parents called. He looked unbothered for most people. Even the teacher that scouted him and introduced him to the school were surprised seeing how collected Suna seems with the whole thing. Of course, those are the thing he wanted them to think.
In reality Suna feels lonely.
He feels like a stranger in a place where he's supposed to be apart of. Everything feels so unfamiliar that it sometimes made him feel distant. He understands that his classmates rarely ingaged in a conversation with him is not because they're ex-communicating him. As far as Suna can tell, they mostly seems to be intimidated by his presence (despite him not doing anything). And he's fine with that. Not to mention that many students in Inarizaki seems to already knew each other from their previous school.
The only thing keeping Suna's lonely feeling from spilling out is volleyball. The reason why he was scouted by a powerhouse from Kansai in the first place. At least at practice, he feels like he can converse better with his teammates and seniors relating to volleyball (yet, he rarely started the talking in the first place, mostly nodding to the advice given to him).
He met some good seniors that helped him improve, even though one of them scared him at times. And of course, he nor the other first years at the time can't forgot about getting to know the (so called) infamous Kita twins. Apparently many people already knew them from elementary with their antics.
He started to open up more with his new circumstances thanks to the volleyball club.
But things still feel rather lonely outside of that.
Then 2nd year came around.
And you came in the picture. You were a first year that applied to be the new manager to the boy's volleyball club. The position at the time was vacant, as the old manager has already graduated and there hasn't been anyone applying for the position for about two year. The others were surprised that a female volunteered to be the manager. Usually female students in Inarizaki refers to do other club activities, or be manager in girl dominant clubs.
You were quiet shy when first meeting the whole volleyball team. But Suna can tell that you're not actually a timid person. Just had a hard time on breaking the ice.
And he was right. The next few days you started to open up and be more comfortable with everyone in the team and the coach. It took you far less time than him to adjust to the new environment. He's quiet impressed himself on how fast you've taken everyone's liking, by your work, personality and (to be fairly honest) your looks. He wouldn't lie, some of the guys in the team probably have a crush on you by now-
"You're staring at her for too long."
Atsumu's voice snapped the brunette out of his thoughts. Suna didn't bother to turn around, knowing that the blond probably already has that annoying grin on his face.
"I was just checking if she's doing her job right,"
Suna answered, trying to not sound defensive.
"Cuz you like heer~"
Atsumu hummed again with a teasing tone.
"Didn't you said you like her too to Samu this morning"
"WAIT- HOW DID YOU-"
"Coach is calling."
Was Atsumu correct? There are a lot of things that the faux blond would said that Suna wanted to contradict. But as much as he hates it, Atsumu is smarter than him when it comes to it. And he's not much of a liar either.
It might just be a small simple highschool crush. Everyone is bound to have at least one at some point. It would be a new feeling for everyone, even himself. It's kind of scary to think about having a "crush" at times.
But to be fair, it's not exactly an unwelcome feeling of giddy-ness. And what's not to like about you?
"Suna-san, your tape is loose,"
Your voice made him stopped in his track, looking at you before looking down at the tape he wrapped on his left middle and pointing finger about half an hour ago. Your words made him examines the tape, and you were right, it is coming loose. Possibly from some of the blocks he performed against Aran in the last training match. Aran's spike was the reason why his fingers are taped in the first place, so it's not surprising.
"Ah yeah, I'll replace it-"
"Allow me to help!"
You said, and despite the sweet cheer in your voice, somehow he can tell that you're not asking.
"No, it's okay I can-"
"Sit here Suna-san!"
You're already pulling a new tape from the medic box and sitting on a bench. It almost feels like you ordered him to let you help. And seeing as there's no place to argue now, he just walk over to sit beside you.
"you really don't need to..."
He said, quietly observing how you take ahold of his hands and taking off the old loose tape from his fingers. God, your hands look so cute against his bigger ones-
"It's fine, it's my job to take care of everyone afterall,"
You said, expertly starting to wrapped the tape around firmly. You've gotten used to doing it, and you're good at it. Probably from how Kita teaches you how to do it every after-practice.
"everyone huh..."
He mumbled, to himself most likely, letting you finish the job.
"Ah by the way, sorry to ask this out of the blue, but I noticed for awhile now that your dialect sounds different from everyone here. Where are you from Suna-san?"
Your question made one of his brow raises. After one year in Hyogo, he though he'd already do the Kansai dialect decently. At least no one ever guessed he's from Kanto. Maybe the fact that he rarely talks also masked that fact. But you actually noticed?
"Yeah, I'm from Aichi... Surprised you haven't heard Atsumu or Kita-san mention about it,"
"I only herd that you were scouted from outside of Hyogo, I didn't know where you're from."
You said with a small chuckle, pulling the tape with more preassure to secure it.
"I'm glad that I'm not the only one from Kanto in the club. I've been wanting to talk to you more about it, but you're pretty hard to approach, Suna-san,"
That kinda caught him off guard.
"You wanted to... Talk to me?"
"Yup!"
Silence.
Only the sound of you finishing up the last wrap of the tape. He doesn't know if you feel it, but he feels the silence is rather awkward on his end.
"There! All done and firmly wrapped."
Your cheer bring his attention back to his hand. His fingers all wrapped back up, firmly and feels more comfortable. But it's not the new tape that caught his attention, it's the way your small fingers linger over his bigger ones. Smooth little fingers running over a Calloused skin surface.
His breath hitched slightly, but it was subtle enough to not catch your attention.
"Um, (y/n)?"
This time, it's his voice that snap you back to reality. Immidiately letting go his hand with a small, fast ramble of excuses,
"S-sorry about that! It was just that uh your hand- and checking your tape!- I uh noticed that your hands are pretty big- no I mean, it's a suiting hand for a blocker- and cuz uhm years of training really made your hand different- in a good way!"
You're not being too subtle. Which initiate a chuckle from him.
"SUNA, COACH CALLED,"
Osamu's booming voice was heard from across the court, making Suna sight shortly.
"Thanks for the new tape, (Y/n),"
He said his gratitude, standing up from his position to walk over at where the coach is standing.
"Yeah! Sure.. But Suna-san-"
He stopped for a bit, feeling like you had more to say.
"Um, if you're free sometimes, would you like to check out a new gelato place with me? After practice?"
Without much though about it, he nodded,
"that sounds good, sure,"
And that simple reply brings more spark in your eyes. You bowed down slightly in somewhat gratitude before letting him go to the couch, and resuming your own job.
"Oh, you seem happy? Something happened with (Y/n)?~"
This time it was Osamu's teasing tone that greeted his ear as he arrived to where he was called.
"None of your business,"
Suna said, yet his voice hold no irritation.
"Wow something actually happened, Lucky Suna~"
Atsumu chimes in, unhelpfully.
Despite what the blond said (which usually would initiate more irritation in Suna's head), true as what Osamu said, there was an oddly placed soft smile on the brunette's face.
Looks like the small crush bloomed to something more.
Maybe 2nd year isn't gonna be so lonely.
First writing is surprisingly a fluff thing. No beta reading, typos or grammar error all the waaaay
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I was just thinking that given that Lila/Cerise is going to be a/the main antagonist in the future, it's a good thing that the Miraculous team now seem to have Félix on their side (and in their friend group too I suppose) as he might be the only one who will be able to see through her future's alias lies.
I mean, sure Marinette saw through her the first time, but not only was her jealousy over Adrien a major factor, she also knew for a fact that Lila didn't know Ladybug.
Similarly, Adrien, being Chat Noir, could find it suspect that Ladybug would be friend with a civilan, let alone one who talked about it so freely. What's more, while he might be a bit naive at times, his fame has him used to liars up to a point.
The rest of their friends though all seem pretty willing to trust her. I guess the only odd-one-out is Luka who I believe never interacted with her.
If she goes with more subtle lies, the way I seem to remember she did with Kagami, not lies about extraordinary achievements or famous acquaintances, but lies or implicit suggestions about interpersonal relationships, I'm not sure any if the Miraculous holders will see through it.
Félix might be the only exception in my eyes. While he seems to be somewhat sheltered, like Adrien and Kagami, and thus not the best when it comes to social cues and conventions, he is the most wary, the one most used to fend for himself. He is naturally suspicious where Adrien would give people the benefit of the doubt. I'm not sure if his Miraculous might give him an additional advantage (make him some kind of empath), but that's also something to keep in mind. His own acting skill might be, to our knowledge, limited to imitating his cousin, but his skills as a magician might help him catch Lila/Cerise red-handed at some point. And he has shown an ability to come up with ambitious plans and to achieve his goals through a variety of means that only Lila/Cerise can rival with so far.
The rest of them are just too "innocent".
Though Luka could also be a candidate, due to his "empath" music skills.
For both of them though, there is the question of how much interaction they might actually have with Lila/Cerise as they have been rather secondary characters so far. And the show seems to stubbornly only focus on Marinette/Ladybug, and Adrien/Chat Noir to a lesser extent. The start of a new villain arc would be a great time to change the dynamic, but I'm not very optimistic regarding the probability of this actually happening (this is a kids' show with a vested (economic) interest to keep focusing on the friendly heroine and her cool & gentlemanly sidekick, rather than the deeper, somewhat ambivalent secondary characters).
In the end I wouldn't be surprised if they have Marinette being the one to see through her because of Lila/Cerise's animosity towards her and Ladybug. Possibly with Adrien/Chat Noir being taken advantage of, with the true circumstances of his father's death being kept from him by Ladybug, and Lila/Cerise telling him the truth or something close to it, plus not having "been there to save his father" and him still being just "one of the (Miraculous) team" getting to him.
If they are going to stick to Marinette and Adrien instead of giving a bigger role to secondary characters, let's hope they at least make it somewhat interesting by having Marinette completely falling for the "new girl's" friendly attitude and Adrien being the suspicious one.
But yeah, fingers crossed for more Félix screen time (he's definitely the most interesting character so far, toeing the line between "good and bad") and him being key to "defeating" Lila/Cerise. And in general to more "mature" storylines than what we've had so far. And/or more realistic ones.
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Transmasc people experience misogyny
Surprise! You thought that just because sometimes we identify as men, wear masculine clothes, use he/him/his pronouns, take testosterone, or pass as male socially means that we're immune to that bullshit? Listen to yourselves talk for just a second and pay attention to what you're saying because believing this is not really helping anyone's case. We were literally born into this world assigned female at birth and we had to experience misogyny ever since that point. It's instilled in us that we are girls because of what genitals we're born with, and because of that, people feel like they're entitled to treat us a certain way, whether we were taught that by our mothers who want to protect us from misogynists or the misogynists themselves. Just because we identify as trans, doesn't mean that any of that shit is ever gonna go away, because misogynists will always believe no matter who we identify as, no matter what we say, and no matter how we express ourselves, that we are crazy women who need to be kept in their place. I'm not trying to say that transmascs suffer more than transfemmes. Far from that actually, since misogyny is also targeted towards them too. Transfemmes experience the same misogyny slathered in a blue coat of paint. Misogynistic cishet men see femininity as a weakness, and they also see having a penis as a sign of masculinity, strength and power, so when they see an amab person express femininity in any way, shape or form, their brains explode because they can't picture anything else but "bIg StRoNg MaN wItH pEe PeE gEt LaId PrEtTy GuRl AnD gEt MoNeY", which they use as a means to justify harassing, maiming, and killing transfemmes everywhere. It's the same fucking thing in a different fucking format, but it ends in the suffering of all trans people. Stop making trans suffering a pissing contest. We don't need that now. We need to stick together and try to get rid of the problem at hand, instead of fighting about how transfemmes suffer more than transmascs because blah blah blah blah... It's just like if me and someone I knew got kidnapped and tortured by the same guy and instead of focusing on calling for help or finding a way to escape, we argue about who got tortured the worst. It doesn't solve anything, it undermines the suffering of the person I'm arguing with, it's a waste of time, and in certain circumstances it can make things worse. Can we please focus on our needs as the trans community without being exclusionary? I'm sick and tired of our suffering being invalidated by the same fucking community that we're supposed to be a part of. Also, to all the non-binary people who are androgynous, gender neutral, genderfluid, agender, ect: You are affected by misgyny too. We're all in this shitstorm together.
#transmasc#transfem#protect trans men#protect trans women#protect trans lives#protect nonbinary people#trans#nonbinary#protect trans nonbinary#lgbtq#lgbt#lgbtq community
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「 pretty pink lace c.sb 」
pairing: perv! gamer! loser! soobin x bsf reader
(brief taehyun x reader)
genre: smut, angst?, college au
warnings: panty sniffing, masturbation, mentions of sex, crying, reader gets pissed, swearing and, mentions of oral.
word count: about 1.9k
a/n: usual perv fics end so happy and they end up together so i needed to put my own sprinkle on it. lmk what you guys think!
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you were the first friend soobin made at university. it was welcome week, freshman year and of course you approached him. how could he walk up to someone like you first? you were so pretty, kind to strangers and just overall lighting up every room you walked into. he had seen you in a few different spots on campus before you made the effort to talk to him. he just watched your every move, kinda like eye candy. always admiring you from afar.
“hey, you’re the boy from the gaming cafe right? soobster553?” you spoke to him as he sat in the library reading.. bunny girl senpai manga? he followed your line of sight, closing the book and turning it face down. “uh, yeah? that’s me” he nervously responded. “you left your shit logged in, don’t worry i closed everything out for you” taking a seat next to him you went on “bunny girl senpai? what is that?” you asked, actually interested. “it’s a manga” he simply said. “yeah, no shit i can see that” your crude language got the boy flashing his signature bunny smile. “you know, you kinda look like a bunny” the boy smiled even wider.
you introduced soobin to your friend group and he practically followed you everywhere like a puppy. it was cute though, you didn’t mind. soobin was sweet, respectful and always looked out for you. you two were total opposites and that’s exactly why you clicked.
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fast forward to your junior year and you laid on his bed, hanging your head upside down trying to get your best friend’s attention. “soooob come on, i’m bored” you whined. he took his headset off and deadpanned at you. “you’re playing video games, ignoring me, and i can’t even see the screen because your big ass is in the way” you whined once more.
soobin wanted you in his bed and whining but not under these circumstances. he makes a mental note to be more specific with his manifestations next time. “y/n you ever heard of parallel play? now all of a sudden you wanna watch me play league?” he looked at you squinting his eyes, not believing a damn thing you had to say. “no but, i'm out of options for entertainment soooo” you trailed off and walked over to his desk.
soobin took the hint and moved over an inch in his gaming chair, a poor attempt to make room for you. you frowned at his stupidity. “soob do you see this ass?” he didn’t know if he was supposed to look or not but he did anyway, respectfully. “i’m not fitting in that tiny space to sit” you plopped down on his lap. soobin froze and went wide eyed, not knowing where to put his hands. he held his breath as you shifted and leaned your back against his chest to get comfortable. “is this alright?” you turned your head back a bit, breath fanning his cheek. “yeah, ‘ts fine” he barely whispered
“you were off your game today soob. hopefully when you teach me how to play, you carry your team like usual” you say to him as you bid your goodbyes. “y/n you’re fucking mean to me you know?” he jokes with you. “yeah yeah, im such a bitch whatever you probably call me worse to your guy friends” you joke back, playfully pushing his shoulder. “i would never. see you next week loser” he hugs you tight, squeezing your waist. “see you soob” and with that he’s closing his apartment door, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
going back to his gaming chair, he immediately pulls up his porn tab and gets to work. putting his hand down his pajama pants and thinking of none other than you. your hair smelled so good and it was the only thing he could focus on thus fucking up multiple rounds in league of legends. he got such a good view of your ass today. it was only a split second or two but who’s counting?
soobin wanted to fondle you, put his face in it. shit he wanted you to sit on his face. it’s a miracle he was able to control himself with you sitting on his clothed cock. as his fist pumped up and down his shaft, he envisioned your small hands, and your fucking teasing voice. you. you. you. anything that was you, would get him off. “fuck y/n. right there princess. please. fuck” he croaked. “soooob come on” he recalled your innocent whining from earlier and using it for something so sinister.
that did it for him and he spurted his white streams of cum onto his hand and pants. he didn’t stop there. no, of course not. he milked himself until he was whining and tears were brimming his eyes. when he finally opened his eyes to witness the mess he made, he sighed in frustration. what would you think of him, knowing that he just choked his dick to every innocent interaction you had today? you’d probably hate him, tell your friends what a fucking freak nasty pervert he was. even go as far as never talking to him ever again. he couldn’t stomach the thought of it.
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“he told me i was the prettiest girl he’s ever seen and he said it like he meant it” you gushed about how you and taehyun have been texting each other lately. which was not in anyway romantic, it’s so obvious the guy was trying to get in your pants. apparently he was taking you out on a date tonight and you wanted to get all your jitters out beforehand so you called soobin over.
he had to listen to you go on and on about his friend when he so desperately wanted it to be him. “i’m sorry, my room is a wreck. i wanted to wear my pink dress but taehyun seems like he’d like the black one more but i couldn’t find the black one and-” jesus fuck you were a nervous rambling mess. “fuck, i forgot to put on eyeliner” you ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.
truth is, you looked so sexy in that pink dress. fuck what taehyun liked, what about what soobin liked? you wore it with pretty thigh harnesses, and dainty jewelry. the baby pink aesthetic for something so adult and whore-like drove him crazy. he couldn’t think about being mad at taehyun when all he could think about was taking you there, and ruining you til you couldn’t babble anything but variations of his name.
soobin scanned your messy room and pink lace sticking out of your top drawer piqued his interest. he looked at the closed bathroom door, making sure there was no sign of you. once the coast was clear, he went to the drawer and pulled out the lacey fabric. there was no time to examine it, he stuffed them deep in his pocket for later.
“i promise i’ll tell you all about it when i get back” you sincerely told him. “i can’t wait, i hope you have fun” soobin was bitter as fuck. he kept the smile as much as he could but how could you? how could you possibly choose his friend over him?
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soobin wasted no time pulling your pink lace panties out of his pocket as soon as he got home. sniffing them like all of the oxygen on planet earth was running out. he laid on his bed, once again pulling his cock out to the thought of you. he fisted the fabric and pushed it up to his nose as far as he could, inhaling and exhaling. he choked his dick and thought of you in that pink dress from earlier. he wanted to cum all over it, ruin it so you couldn’t see taehyun. better yet taehyun see you stained with his love, make him back off and be taken by who you belonged to. soobin.
“god you fucking bitch. picking taehyun over me, he’s nothing. i could fuck you so much better than him mmm” he moaned and spat as he sped his hand up. “y/n. y/n. ugh fuck. please baby” he began saying your name over and over again. he put the fabric over the tip of his dick while cumming, completely soiling it.
the act of ruining your panties without your knowledge riled him up even more. soobin looked at your stolen item in awe. he wanted- no. he needed more.
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“the date was fine but i don’t think we’re gonna work out” you broke the news to soobin and his ears perked up. “really? how come” he bit back a smile. “ahhh i dunno. it kinda just felt like he wanted to sleep with me. i know that’s your friend and all but i’m looking for an actual boyfriend these days” you explained it pretty clearly. atta girl, so smart and always coming to your senses. soobin just nodded his head in understandment. in reality he was over the fucking moon. he needed to do something to celebrate.
you fell asleep during the movie night like always, your backside pressed up against soobin. he laid there stiff, weighing his options of dry humping you into oblivion while you slept or just going in your room to steal another pair of your panties. you were so pretty, even when you slept. perfect pouty lips, wet from your slight drool. your strands of hair blowing faintly from your breathing. god it wouldn’t be fair to take you like this, that’s beyond wrong. you’re his friend, he can’t take advantage of you like that.
he got up ever so softly and quietly to not wake you. shuffling into your room, he went straight for your drawer like last time. this time, he opened it fully and boy was he in heaven. different colors, fabrics, and designs all with your signature scent. your hint of laundry detergent and your everyday perfume that he couldn’t get enough of.
he shuffled his hands through the entire drawer then picked up a handful. soobin was playing a dangerous game but he couldn’t bring himself to think straight. he brought the bundle to his nose and deeply inhaled your faint aroma almost immediately sporting a boner. he let out a pathetic whimper in response to the delectable scent that he couldn’t get enough of.
“what the fuck are you doing?” soobin almost jumped out his skin seeing you in the doorway. how long have you been standing there? why didn’t he hear you get up? probably too pussy drunk to notice his surroundings.
“are you sniffing my panties? is that why my pink lace one is missing?!” you slowly walked up toward him. oh no, you’re fucking angry at him. “no? i swear, i don’t have them” was all soobin could say and his lie was so bad, not even he believed it. you snatched the bundle of underwear from him. “you’re a fucking pervert! have you been doing this the whole time? i thought you were my friend!” you yelled at him some more which turned him on beyond belief. once he locked eyes with you, he instantly regretted everything. you were crying. “get out. i’m fucking serious, go. don’t ever talk to me again” you uttered the sentence soobin had been terrified of hearing.
what the fuck did he just do?
a/n please leave a comment and reblog!! my hiatus is over!! <3
#tomorrow x together#kpop smut#smut#txt x reader#choi soobin#soobin x reader#choi soobin x reader#kang taehyun#kang taehyun x reader#taehyun hard thoughts#soobin hard thoughts
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Finally ! Some good Shura content !! <3
For the past few months, I've been complaining to some friends in private about being disappointed to see Shura rather casted to the side of the narrative, when the twins are still not able to communicate properly with each other (last month's chapter had more than one example). :/
In general, I'm a big fan of Shura's character, because she's one of the very few female mentors existing in Shonen series (protagonists, especially boys, are trained by older men in almost every Shonen series) and that was refreshing when I started the series something like 12 years ago. Shura gained even more depth with the Aomori arc explaining her past and rather unique circumstances and I loved her character development.
So I'm really happy to see her getting a bit more focus again, against the current foes.
If we first focus on the twins for this chapter, it really was interesting to see how they fell back into their old habit of respectively privileging people (Rin) and the mission (Yukio). It's yet another thing that might intensify the miscommunication that still exists between them, especially since both are really close to Shura.
For the record though, I don't blame Yukio at all for not stopping to help : the plan to defeat Satan & Illuminati is insane and that's why they have Team A opening the path for them.
Besides, Yukio has known Shura longer than Rin and he knows better than anyone what she's capable of. So rather than giving up on her, he's trusting her to survive (and I hope Rin will figure that out too). It's like in ch133, when he agreed to let her take the lead.
Lastly about her opponent, I'm 100% excited to finally read about Shura fighting against an opponent who is probably supposed to incarnate, like, every criticism she ever faced.
Like I said above, Shura is one of the few female mentors existing in Shonen series. However, unfortunately, she's also the typical "sexy older lady" that is way overrepresented in Shonen series. But now?
Hell, now, she's about to face this guy, the King of Lust, and I'm hoping that, through this fight, Kato-sensei might once more highlight that women in Shonen are more than boobs here to please the readers' eye.
Sure, they can be sexy, but they can also be mentors, fighters and most importantly they can also fight and defeat guys (because I'm super tired of the whole "girls will only fight girl opponents, teehee ❤" in Shonen series; I said what I said).
Can't wait for that fight, because I think Shura will prove to readers of Shonen series that you can be a badass girl and hand even the King of Lust his own ass. So go for it, Shura ! Show 'em what it's like to be Fujimoto Shiro's student and Rin's mentor !!
#ao no exorcist#kirigakure shura#okumura rin#okumura yukio#ane 146#ane theory#always trusting in Kato-sensei never wronged me before#so i hope i'm right to trust in that upcoming fight#for the record i have nothing against sexy ladies in Shonen series#but it bugs me when that's all they are#let girls be sexy and badass#being able to defeat girls but also guys#my analysis
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Mäuschen Ch 4.
After a bit of a break (sorry, I shifted schedules at work not to mention all my other projects I have!) chapter 4 is here. No smut, just some nice relaxing fluff :3 (also help i dont have any new renders/clips for this that fit so uh... um...)
(sure)
Summary: After waiting for him to return from his work, you two can finally relax and have moment to yourselves, hopefully setting your worries aside.
Word Count: 8,586
Tags: Fluff, making out, a sprinkle of angst, face reveal, this was written b4 i made the discovery abt the t-shirt being his mask don’t worry i know i’m the one that made that tiktok you dont have to mention it
🔞+ STORY
Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3
AO3 link. Translations notes at the end of the chapter!
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As you read the fictional war-time set book that he had readily available on his bedside table, the hours passed easily it seemed. You got up on occasion just to stretch your legs from laying on his overly firm mattress, but couldn’t complain too much from how big it was, how nicely it enveloped you. Looking over to his alarm clock, it had finally hit 5:30 pm, and your stomach would have reminded you if you didn’t check. You were thoroughly starving, the toast from this morning only lasting you until about 2 until you started feeling hunger pangs. You suppose it’s one of the unforeseen consequences of this deal; anytime he was on a mission, you would only have breakfast and dinner, if that. You assume there may be a point where he’s woken up at 5 am and just has to go, leaving you for the whole day. But maybe it’s different since he’s just a contractor.
You wondered if he’d be back soon. You didn’t even recall what time he left, but it had to be just before noon. You hoped it’d be soon since it was getting harder and harder to focus on reading. You knew though that he and Horangi were still trying to figure out something about the tape. You didn’t want to rush that, not that you could even with you being holed up in his room. And you knew they certainly weren’t going to get it figured out in a day, especially while using code words in a supply room. But the sooner the better, and the sooner he got back the better too, as it felt like your stomach was about to eat itself.
About ten minutes passed as you struggled, re-reading the same sentence as you struggled to focus, you heard a click from the door, looking up and seeing the lock turn left. It slowly opened and he peered his head in, his eyes slowly showing his smile as he met eyes with you again. You gave him a cute wave, smiling back at him as he started to walk in. He shut the door behind him, but you noted that he didn’t lock it. He let out an exhausted sigh as he slowly walked to you.
“You look so cute on my bed... so little, meine Maus.” He walked up to the side of the bed, leaning over you and putting his hands on either side of you. You blushed, averting your gaze from him as you shut the book, setting it back on the table and just as quickly meeting his eyes again.
“It’s because it’s made for you, big guy.” You smiled cheesily as you pushed yourself up slightly to meet his loom over you. You heard his breath hitch and he quickly pulled up his mask, you both knowing to come close and close the gap, kissing softly as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. He pulled away, letting out another sigh, but this time sounding relieved.
“I’ve always wanted to come back to a beautiful girl waiting for me... heheh, this still doesn’t seem real.” His voice trailed off as he brought one his hands up and placed it gently on your waist. “...Wish it was in better circumstances but I guess I can’t complain too much.” He let out a small chuckle as you smiled sweetly back at him. He rubbed his thumb up and down on the side of your stomach humming slightly to himself, almost covering the rumbling of your stomach, but he could clearly feel the vibrations as his eyes went wide. You instantly blushed, feeling embarrassed and broke your gaze from him. “Oh, Scheiße! I’m sorry, Liebling, you must be so hungry. I should’ve asked as soon as I came in.”
You smiled slightly, glad he wasn’t mad at you for not telling him sooner, but also wishing he wouldn’t blame himself for it. You met his eyes again, seeing they had now averted from you sadly. You brought your hand up to softly hold the side of his head, his gaze quickly shifting back to you. “It’s okay. Why don’t we go ahead and get some dinner then? Then we can get back and we can relax.” You smiled softly to yourself as you looked to the side, your mind wandering. “...We can actually relax.”
When you looked back at him, you could tell he was smiling at the thought too. He nodded, nuzzling his head in your hand before standing upright, letting his hand run down your arm and helping you up off the bed. You stayed holding onto his hand, walking with him as he reached the door, stopping when he did and turning to you. “I should say, even though you probably know, we can’t be... oh, what’s the word for it? I know there’s one, where we can’t kiss or do anything romantic out there...”
“No PDA?” You answered, trying to complete his thought. Public displays of affection, you knew they were very frowned upon, especially while in uniform in the military. So that made sense.
His eyes lit up as he snapped the fingers of his other hand. “That’s it! Thank you. We can’t have any PDA out there, so... I mean if you need to get anything out of your system.” His lids lowered slightly as he bent down to reach your level. You chuckled and shook your head softly, looking down to the floor then meeting his eyes again. You quickly grabbed the end of his mask and pulled it up, clashing your lips against his. He quickly reciprocated, taking his arms and wrapping them around your waist, pulling you close as instantly the kiss got more deep and passionate. You moved your lips softly against his and he slightly opened his mouth, letting his tongue just barely to lick your bottom lip. You smiled as you felt it, letting your hands run up around his neck and grabbing the nape of his neck, letting your fingers intertwine with his hair. You could feel him pull a sly smirk in the kiss as he lowered his hand to your ass, acting as a support as he suddenly stood upright, bringing you with him. You yelped as your lips pulled away instinctively. You legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as well, as he started to laugh. “Sorry, Mäuschen... gotta get some stuff out of my system too before we go.”
He quickly brought his lips back to yours as the kiss continued right where it left off, just deep as he licked your bottom lip again, asking for permission to enter as he just barely skirted the line of pushing it in. You smiled and gave him what he wanted, opening your mouth and letting your tongue meet his. He hummed delightedly in the kiss as you both let each other softly and passionately intertwine. Slowly he pulled his tongue back, ending the kiss reluctantly, but not before giving one quick peck before fully pulling back, letting his mask fall. You slowly opened your eyes, seeing him look at you sympathetically as he slowly brought you back to the floor.
“Alright... let’s go get you some food.”
You chuckled as you held his hand while he opened the door. He didn’t fight that, you imagine you two could pass it off simply as him guiding you. He turned and locked the door behind him, then turned to his left to guide you down the hall. You were surprised you were able to keep pace with him considering his much longer legs. You were walking at a normal pace to you, and you wondered if he was doing this purposefully. You looked up to him, seeing him continue to stare straight forward as he turned another corner, his hand trembling against yours slightly. It seemed he felt you look at him though as he met your gaze. For a moment his eyes looked worried but as soon as they saw your loving gaze, he returned the expression.
As you continued walking though, staring into each other's eyes, you heard more muffled voices get louder as you both slowly approached some double doors. Above it was a simple little sign that stuck out to the hallway. “Cafeteria.” You heard a sigh from him as you glanced back to him, pulling his hand away slowly.
“I’m... I’m sorry, Liebling. I want to keep guiding you by holding your hand but... I don’t want to attract more attention when we walk in.” His voice sounded sorrowful but with a lot of nervous shakes and hesitation as he spoke. His anxiety... You could imagine from the amount of people, it was making it spike more than ever for him. He probably already gets lots of stares anytime he has to duck under a door frame to get into a room.
You nodded at him, showing your sympathy for him the best you could. “I understand... I’ll just stick close behind you, okay?”
You could tell he was smiling as you answered, nodding at your suggestion. He took another deep breath and very gently opened the door. The noise of the room escaped as he very quickly ducked his way in, you following closely behind. More harsh fluorescents stung your eyes as you slowly refocused, peering at the room. Some voices stopped talking and looked at the both of you that entered. You instantly flushed, feeling embarrassed, especially as you looked down at your pajamas. You quickened your pace to meet König at the beginning of the food line. With how fast he was moving now, you knew he was holding back in the hallway. He grabbed a tray for you and him, keeping his head down as he continued down the line. It reminded you a lot of being in school, all the food lined out for you to choose, but nothing too interesting honestly. On yours, you put a slice of turkey, some gravy, and some string beans. Normally, you would think potatoes would go great with this but after yesterday, you weren’t sure if you’d eat potatoes for a while. On his he had meatballs with some sort of brown sauce on them, potatoes, and a roll. The roll sounded good but it seemed he took the last one. He glanced over to you right as you were looking at his roll, wondering if he would split it with you.
“D-did you want this?” His voice came out choked as he spoke with a hushed tone. You looked up at him, seeing he was completely avoiding eye contact with you. You could feel it too though, what was making him feel even more anxious. The few stares that were still directed at you two. It made your anxiety shoot up too. You nodded softly, but thought for a moment he wouldn’t see it. Just as you were about to speak, he quickly took the roll and put it on your tray. You looked up at him and smiled, not wanting to attract any more attention, you just simply mouthed to him a thank you. You assumed he saw it as his gaze averted even more to the side as he continued down the line.
Grabbing two water bottles, he was easily able to hold both with one hand while holding his tray, as he picked up pace as you exited the line. You tried to keep up with him as he went for a table that was in the furthest corner, nobody at the tables surrounding it. You looked at him as you set your tray across from him, lifting his mask up to start eating quickly.
“We have to eat here? We can’t take it to your room?” You asked with a hushed tone, watching as he snapped to look at you, but quickly darted back to his food, looking down.
“Yeah... some people have brought their food to their room and forgot to take it out after so, it's banned. We all have to eat here.”
You nodded, understanding. “I guess that makes sense... still kind of dumb though.”
He remained silent in response. You were hoping talking a little would ease his nerves a little, but you could still feel his leg bounce, slightly shaking the table as you started to eat. You watched him curiously as he continued to eat, pulling his mask up and wolfing his food down quickly.
“You always keep that mask on, huh? Even when you're eating?”
He finally locked eyes with you for a moment. You couldn’t quite tell his expression, his brain seeming overwhelmed to the point he couldn’t even think of which one to express. “I... Y-yeah, I don’t like people looking at me. At least this hides me somewhat, even when I have to pull it up.”
You shrugged your shoulders as you took a bite of your roll he kindly gave you. “Now, I mean this in the nicest way possible... but I think people look at you more because you're wearing the mask. Having to pull it up to eat kind of draws more attention than eating like normal.”
He nodded, his eyes going to the side as he started to dip his spork in the remaining sauce from his entree. “You’re right... but they still aren’t looking at me. They’re looking at a mask that’s over me. That’s all they can associate with me. But I know I’m more than this,” he tugged at his mask as he brought the utensil up to his mouth, “so they’re just looking at my mask. Not me. If you get what I’m saying...” He glanced over to you, watching for your reaction as you continued to eat your roll, mulling over his words in your head a bit confused. “...No one here has seen my face, so they don’t even know me. The only me they know is König, the tall guy with the sniper hood on all the time. They are only looking at a part of me... Besides, I find it kind of comforting to wear now, I don’t even think of it most of the time.”
You nodded, kind of understanding what he was getting at. Sure, it wasn’t the healthiest coping mechanism but it at least helped him. You just wondered what he’d be like when he wasn’t deployed or got out of the military, what he would do then. You figured it’s something he would probably figure out by the time that happened, or at least, with how he worried about things, it’s probably something he’s thought of too.
He sat silently as he ate his potatoes, not looking at you much as you continued to eat as well. String beans weren’t your favorite but at least it was better nutrients than yesterday. You noticed just how fast he ate though, easily outpacing you and making you realize probably why he got so big growing up. You looked over to your half finished roll, you had set it aside as you got a bit tired of the flavor, but saw him still just about done with dinner while you had barely reached the halfway point. You gently place the half of the roll on his tray, returning the favor when he gave you it. He looked down at it wide eyed and confused before catching your gaze again.
“You don’t have to, darl-” He stopped mid sentence, doing a faux clearing of his throat. Clearly, he didn’t even want to have that public display of affection, but you suppose it wasn’t bad to be too cautious. Besides, he peppered you with enough pet names in private to last you a lifetime. “You should have it, you’re the one who hasn’t eaten all day.”
“I had toast this morning... Besides, I guess I just have a smaller stomach than you.”
He let out a little laugh, and with him lifting his mask up to eat, under the shadows you could barely catch a glimpse of his smile. It was cute, wide and a little asymmetrical, going to his left a little more, giving him an almost permanent smirk. “I... don’t think that’s how that works. Please,” he put the roll back on your tray, meeting your eyes again, “I appreciate it but I’m a big boy... I’ll be fine without a roll tonight.”
He leaned back to his seat, you hadn’t even noticed how close he had gotten to you, making your blush as you realized it. Quickly you glanced around the room, just to make sure no one saw. It seemed finally people diverted their attention to their own tables, in their own conversations and meals. When you looked back to König, you noticed he had done the same, glancing around the room to make sure people had stopped watching you two.
You finished up your roll and string beans, just enjoying the presence of him in silence, knowing he didn’t really want to attract any more attention by keeping up a conversation. He had already finished his meal, so he was just watching you, his elbows on the table as he rested his face against his interlaced fingers. Though, he probably wasn’t actually watching you, as you noticed his eyes not really move much, and rather was probably just spaced out. When you finally noticed he was focused on you again, that’s when he spoke.
“What do you like for snacks? Something more sweet or something like chips?”
You paused as you thought about the random question. “I think it depends on my mood really... I can go either way.”
“Any particular thing you like? From both those categories.”
“Um...” you were a bit taken back by the random questions, but noticed his posture as he was about to get up. You glanced behind yourself, looking at the variety they had available here. “...I guess the Lay’s Wavy and those little chocolate cakes with the frosting in the middle.”
He nodded and stood up in silence. You just watched as he walked away again at a fast pace, going through the line as you took one of the final few bites of your turkey. Once he returned, he had a small package that he had already opened. You looked at the little snack cake in his hand that he had already eaten half of.
“...I thought you said you didn’t like American sweets,” you said light-heartedly, attempting to hide the goofy smile that was creeping on your face. “But, you're eating a twinkie?”
He shrugged his shoulders while grabbing his tray and yours, starting to walk to the trash, holding out the package in his other hand. You took his offer, grabbing the other little cake that came in the package. He had finished his in two bites, letting him throw away the wrapper as he set the trays on the already started stack on top of the garbage. He turned on his heel, patting your back as he started walking forward, encouraging you to walk alongside him. You did as you took another bite of your treat, taking one last look around the room. You didn’t notice anyone looking at you two as you left at first, but then caught a glimpse of a familiar face... well... mask and sunglasses, looking in your direction. You gave him a small wave goodbye as you two left through the doors.
You had finished your twinkie as you both reached his dorm door. Wiping the crumbs on your pants, you were reminded of how you told him you needed new clothes. Right as he pulled his keys out, you spoke up, “König, remember how I said I wanted a change of clothes?”
He looked back at you wide eyed. “Scheiße! I do... damn it...” He paused, bringing his hand to his mouth as he looked off to the side, lost in thought. “...Can we just... uh, check the lost and found? I’m sure something is there.”
You crossed your arms, giving him a bit of an annoyed look. “You don't want to talk to the girls here, do you?”
He let out an exasperated sigh, then met your eyes again, almost pleading but still looking as serious as he could. “Yeah, I really don’t want to knock on the doors and ask the girls here if they have extra clothes. It’s just... It really doesn’t sound right coming from me.” He gestured at himself, his entire tall and bulky figure.
“I can do most of the talking, I’m sure they’ll understand if I ask.”
“Can we please just... do this another day, Liebling?” His voice snapped at you calmly. He very clearly didn’t want to do this... having gone through a lot today. You felt bad pressing him but... you really needed new clothes. You looked to the side, then met his gaze again. You nodded, agreeing to go at least check the lost and found.
It was just past the end of the hallway, just a large cardboard box with a paper sign above it, labeled in a permanent marker crudely. There wasn’t much to choose from, but it’s not like you could be picky considering this was basically stealing clothes. He said he’d throw them in the wash while he was working tomorrow, then get them and bring them back once he finished, but it left you wondering what you’d do for tonight. You really were tired of this shirt, it felt dirty and you hated that feeling. You figured you’d just ask him once you got back to his room.
Opening his door, you followed after him, walking past him as he shut the door behind and locked it. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, he turned around, his eyes closed as he spoke, “Endlich kann ich entspannen... Scheiße...” He spoke the curse softly under his breath as he slowly opened his eyes. They remained half lidded, exhausted but relieved as he looked at you, letting out a little laugh and shaking his head. “What a day, ja?”
You giggled softly as you took a step toward him, keeping your eyes on him as he approached as well. He was quickly and easily able to pull you toward him in a huge hug, gently squeezing you as you were enveloped by his embrace. Your smile grew on your cheeks as you returned it, though you weren’t able to encase him as much, you still tried your best to squish his body as much as you could with your strength. You knew he was holding back while holding you, but you didn’t have to.
“I can’t even imagine the stress you’re going through right now...” His hands gently combed through your hair as you shifted from shoving your face directly into his lower chest to look up at him. “Sometimes... I think I really don’t have much to worry about, but still my brain can’t stop racing... But then I’ll stop and I’ll look at you and every worry about myself stops for a moment as I just start to worry about you, mein Mäuschen...”
Your brows furrowed as you caught his gaze shifting away from you, lost in thought. “Hey... I... We are going to get through this. I know it’s easier said than done but... don’t worry about me.” His gaze shifted back to you as you spoke, softening as he saw your expression. “As long as you're with me, to support me, I will be fine. I... I feel the same way; once I see you again, I feel my worries melt away. I just feel so at ease with you... We haven’t known each other for long but sometimes... You know, you just get that with someone, where it feels like you’ve known each other for years just from how easy it is to relax and talk with them.”
He nodded, and you were able to tell he had a soft smile creeping up his face. The way the light through the window hit him... It was just before twilight, the sun just barely starting to set but still making the room a nice amber tone. It made his already gorgeous eyes look even more beautiful, the warm tone contrasting beautifully to his cool toned eyes. “I feel the exact same, Liebling...”
His grip on you tightened as he started to lift you up. You adjusted your grip, going from wrapping your arms around his abdomen to letting them go up and around his neck as he pulled you closer. One of your hands pulled up his mask slowly as your legs wrapped around him for additional support, as the two of you brought your faces close to each other. For a moment, you stayed there, just an inch between each other as you shared bated breaths, before he gave in and closed the gap, his hand gripping your back as you pulled your body even closer to his. Your lips moved softly against his, your mouth opening to breathe, and he matched it, though you both held back, not letting your tongues slip out and instead just exchanging breaths.
Just as he started the kiss, he was the one who broke away first, slowly opening his eyes and looking at you, then shifting over to the bed. “...I hate to be a mood killer but the bed is looking really inviting now... and not even in the fun way but I just want to lay down.” He let out an awkward laugh, but let it fade out as you laughed with him. You unwrapped your legs from around him as you slowly lowered yourself, him helping as he leaned over to ease you to the ground.
“We should get into something more comfy then and just... lay down for the night. Put something on the TV and just, slowly doze off.”
He smiled as he looked at you. “That sounds wonderful...”
He had started to walk to his bed, but you gently ran your hand down his arm to his wrist. “Speaking of which though... is it possible I could just... sleep in one of your shirts for the night? I’m sorry, I know I keep going on about the clothes but just this shir-”
He cut you off by letting out a little laugh, taking a small step towards you. “Say less, my dear... My shirt might look like a dress on you but... I wouldn’t mind that at all.”
You smiled as he walked past you, turning to his dresser as you took a step back, starting to undress. You saw his gaze shift as he saw your shirt fly past him and into his hamper. You could imagine the little blush creeping up his face as he dug through his drawer. He held up a black shirt that had “Rammstein” written right on top, with the logo taking up a majority of the rest of it, all in a nice red to accent the dark tone. You definitely were going to be swimming in it. “This will work... I haven’t worn this since high school so... this is much too small for me.”
He let out a little laugh, cut short as he looked behind and saw your body again, his eyes going wide for a moment. You smiled, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you tried to remain confident. “Why’d you bring it then if it’s too small?”
He did a little clearing of his throat. He was on his knees to look in his dresser easier, but he did not switch to stand as he kept looking at you, instead slowly sliding forward. “Oh... I guess just memories. I like bringing a few pieces of home with me when I’m out of country like this.”
He looked at you, his eyes half lidded as he was right next to you. With him on his knees, he was finally your height, much easier to see you eye to eye. Gently, he grabbed your arms, lifting them up slightly to make it easier to slip your arms in. You helped him out, ducking your head under to get yourself in. As he pulled it down, he let his hands trail, outlining your body softly and delicately until he reached your lower hips. A shirt that was too small for him still went well below your pelvis, making it a very comfy nightshirt.
He wasted no time grabbing your hips and pulling you close, lifting his mask up and meeting your lips much easier at this height. You smiled and chuckled in the kiss, wrapping your arms around him as he hungrily devoured you. He was so cute when he was desperate and needy. When he broke the kiss he let out a sigh, looking deep into your eyes. “...I’m so glad you’re here, mein Mäuschen.”
You smiled, looking back at him just as lovingly. “I can say the same...” You let your hands gently drift down his shoulders and to his chest, drumming your fingers on his dark athletic jacket. “Now, I think you could switch into something more comfortable as well. I’m sure you don’t sleep with that mask on, do you?”
As you started laughing, he averted his gaze, the loving confidence in his eyes dropping as nerves took him over obviously. It made you cut your laugh short, knowing this was something that was more serious to him, spiking his anxiety.
“...Right... Y-yeah, you’re right, I don’t sleep with it on... I knew I was gonna have to take it off for you eventually... I just was putting it off in my mind I guess...”
He paused, still not looking at you and his grip on your hips faltering to just barely be resting on them. “...Are you worried I’ll not like you if I know how you look?”
He let out a big sigh, “That and nobody here has seen my face... or at least known they have... I know my head sticks out of the shower a little.” He let out a little chuckle, glancing at you a moment to gauge your reaction before returning to the floor. “I guess not showing my face kind of boosts what little confidence I have... but I can’t put it off...”
You brought one of your hands up to cup his cheek. He nuzzled into your touch, looking at you from the side as you spoke. “I promise... my opinion of you won’t change when I see your face... I’ll help you get more comfortable with it being shown, even if it’s just showing it to me. You’re helping me through this entire situation... I will return the favor, König.”
It was clear he was smiling as his gaze averted again, closing his eyes as he brought his hands to hold the one that was on his face, enjoying every second of the touch. He breathed deeply through his nose as he slowly opened his eyes, removing his hands to get himself up. “I may look a little odd too, as I still have this eye black on...” He walked over to his desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a towel, stained with other black smudges, and micellar water. He stopped for a moment as he set them on the desk and opened the drawer below, reaching into his cargo pants pockets, pulling out two bags of chips from the two on the side and three snack cakes from his regular front pocket. “...In case you get hungry while I’m gone.”
You started laughing at him pulling out so much food from his pockets, like a little Mary Poppins’ bag. You hadn’t even realized he snuck those away, though you remembered the poptart from yesterday, and it made sense how he was able to do it. As you wondered if he would be able to sneak you some more, he took a deep breath and pulled his mask from the front, letting it slide over the back of his neck as he slowly started to reveal himself. Short, messy bits of dirty blonde hair dripped over his neck. The way the light hit it, you could see very faint hints of the red, auburn tone hidden in there. He still kept his back to you, and you respected it by not peeking, though curiosity was about to kill you. He grabbed the towel, soaking it generously in the water and aggressively rubbed at his face. He put a little more water on it, folding it in half and rubbing it in a half-hearted attempt to clean it as he went in for another round, this time gently wiping using the other side of the towel.
He set the towel down and slowly, reluctantly, turned around. His eyes were closed the whole time, just barely peeking through a crack in his eye after a moment of being turned around. You saw the sliver of those beautiful blue eyes and took a step closer, wanting to see him even better. As he slowly opened his downturned eyes, you still saw the little bits of black makeup that stained his waterline, but somehow made his eyes pop more. His bushy eyebrow also remained stained slightly from the makeup as they turned up, concerned and worried as you kept looking at him in awe. His face was thinner, a slightly square jawline helping match his rather bulky frame. His nose was not quite thin, but also not wide, but from the side you could see the slight hook, the little bump of an aquiline nose. Possibly from it being broken as you saw it just barely tilt to his right. On his left, you had noticed it before when you first met him, and still felt it on occasion when kissing him; a scar going from the top left of his lip to just barely where his nostril started, but more so going onto his cheek. It wasn’t strong, but the pale skin contrasted to his surprisingly tan skin. It wasn’t like he was very tan, but for someone always covered head to toe and from Austria, he had a healthy glow to him.
His lips curled into worry as you remained silent, just looking at his face, taking in every inch of it. He opened his mouth to start to speak but you quickly silenced him, whatever bad thought he was about to voice about himself, as you brought your lips to his, kissing him deeply and passionately. He returned it just as hard, pulling your body close as he smiled softly, but seemed to fight the smile as you both continued. You pulled away, putting your hands on both sides of his face as he looked at you lovingly through half lidded eyes. Though he wasn’t the typical standard of beauty, not by a long shot, as you looked at him... those gorgeous blue eyes that always seemed to be both in bliss and hiding his broken past and thoughts.
“...Du bist sehr schön, mein König.” You were sure your German came out sounding a bit broken and stilted as you weren’t sure if you were saying the right thing. Clearly he didn’t care though as he quickly brought you to his lips again, holding you tightly against him as he hummed contently in the kiss. You smiled and laughed again as you kissed him back, loving hearing his little noises of approval as he kissed you lovingly.
“Und du bist perfekt,” he said while his lips were just barely pulled away from yours. You barely cracked your eyes open, seeing him as he looked at you with half lidded eyes, not with lust but with pure affection and tenderness. “...Mein perfektes Mäuschen.”
You pulled away slowly, taking another moment to look as he stayed smiling looking at you, but as your gaze continued his own gaze averted, looking at various places around the room and some spots on your own face and body. He did another little clearing of his throat, letting go of you as he stayed looking at the floor. “Well... now you’ve seen my face, we’ve gotten that out of the way, you should just... lay down. I’ll change myself and I’ll join you.”
You smiled as you saw him half heartedly smile at you, nodding in agreement as you turned, walking over to the bed. As you got yourself cozy under the comforters, you watched him, trying not to make it obvious as he clicked a button under the TV, turning it on. He kept his back to you as he pulled his shirt up and over. You admired the way his back muscles unintentionally flexed as he pulled it off, watching his large biceps as he tossed it into the ever growing pile of laundry. Even hearing the slight click of his belt made a spark shoot through you, though you knew you both were very exhausted and wouldn’t want to do anything tonight. Not after the day you’ve had. You watched him chuck his cargo pants over to the pile, letting out a little laugh as it slid slowly off the pile. He laughed as well, glancing back at you as he started walking to his dresser.
“Guess it’s a good thing I have to do laundry for you anyway, huh?”
You wanted to respond with something smart or cute, but just sat there, mouth slightly agape as you looked at his figure stunned. It was just as you felt through his clothes, muscular, but not fully chiseled. His pecs were huge and though his waist was smaller, it was only slightly as it led to defined abs. It complimented his large stature, making him both intimidating but even more enticing. He noticed you staring as the sunset hit him just right, the dark body hair he had turning auburn as he smiled again, the lopsided smile coming out fully as he chuckled. “Do you like what you see, Liebling?”
You giggled, feeling your face instantly turn hot as you were caught staring. “Hmm... can’t say I’m complaining. It really compliments your handsome face.”
He laughed again, shaking his head as he pulled out some grey sweatpants. “I would disagree but... My body is something I am more proud of... I worked hard because, well you can imagine hitting my height as a teen suddenly made more good fodder for people to bully me. I looked like a little baby deer.” He shook his head but kept smiling, memories coming back to him. “So, I wanted to even everything out. It helped the bullying stop, especially once I actually got into the military and could leave.”
“I think anyone bullying someone of your height has to be real stupid.” You chuckled, trying to reassure him.
“Oh, trust me... I was no pushover, I made sure they regretted it... Besides, that’s the only way they respected me. Seeing me fight back... they didn’t talk to me because they were scared. But that also meant they didn’t want to talk to me to mock me.” He shrugged his shoulders, brushing off his violent past as he pulled up his pants. Admittedly, hearing about his past, though it didn’t surprise you, still made you a little anxious. You worried about him possibly getting into something that was way over his head. Sometimes he seemed cocky, but sometimes with you he’d be reserved. You were sure on the field he would be way more confident.
“Is that why you joined? Does fighting make you feel more confident?” You tilted your head as you looked at him, walking over to the bed slowly as he thought it over in his head.
“Maybe... I don’t think of it that way but maybe somewhere in the back of my mind it does. I more so joined because it gave my fighting a purpose. It distracts me from everything else on my mind, I have to focus on what’s ahead of me or...” He paused, you both thinking the same grim thought. “...So, if it’s one of the few things I’m good at, why not hone in on it.”
He smiled softly as he sat on the edge of the bed. Though the bed was huge, his frame did take up quite a bit of it. You figured you two would just have to get close, not that you were complaining. He still had no shirt on, probably you had taken his last one since he needed to do laundry soon. Or maybe that was just a convenient excuse he was taking so he could have you even closer to him, to feel you on his own skin. He lifted the covers, scooting in to lay behind you, then pulled them back over. While his arm was over you, he propped himself up slightly, leaning over you to grab the remote. He left his arm draped over you as he started clicking through the channels.
“They don't give you any streaming services, huh?” You were trying to think of the last time you had to flip through channels to find something to watch.
“Heheh, no... one, I think someone could track us if they found whatever WiFi we were on and two, can you imagine how expensive it would be to get some ultimate account that could accommodate everyone here?”
You laughed slightly. “True but... I’m sure a company like this has the funds for it. But the WiFi thing you said is also a good point.”
He continued flipping through the channels, eventually looping back through until he stopped at some variety of cooking show with Gordon Ramsey. Based on the split kitchen, it was some Hell’s Kitchen re-run. He leaned back over you again, putting the remote down but slowed for a moment as he pulled back. He stayed there, slightly hovering and leaning over you. You gave him a small side glance, seeing him smiling as his cheeks were slightly red, turning slightly more as he noticed you caught him, but his smile did not fade.
“Du bist einfach so schön...” He brushed your hair behind your ear and continued to comfortably lay back, letting that arm settle right on your waist, his thumb gently rubbing your stomach through the shirt.
“I was going to ask...” You turned your head slightly to look at him the best you could while keeping your back to him. “I said schön earlier but that means, like, pretty or beautiful, right? Is there a word like handsome where like... it’s more masculine?”
He chuckled and you smiled, feeling his chest rumble against your back. “Well, I don’t mind you calling me schön. It’s pretty gender neutral but I guess the closest equivalent is hübsch. But they both mean the same thing.”
“I mean, pretty and handsome do in concept too but guys generally prefer not being called pretty.”
“I haven’t been called either so... I don’t care what you call me, I’m just happy you think that about me at all.”
Hearing that made you feel pity for him. You were sure people before could just look at his eyes, see how gorgeous they are, and thought it to themselves. Though they would never say it, intimidated by the rest of his form. “Speaking of calling you things and German, what are some pet names you’ve always wanted to be called? You’re always calling me Maus, Mäuschen, Liebling... I’m sure there’s ones you’ve heard and thought would be nice to hear.”
He hummed softly, thinking to himself. His fingers drummed softly on your side. You let your hand drop slowly, letting it rest on top of his hand and your fingers interlacing in between his. You felt him smile as he pressed his lips onto the back of your head, giving you a gentle peck and sighing softly. “Hmm... well you can call me Liebling too. That would be nice, especially coming from your lips... I think I’ve called you Schatz before. I don’t use it too much myself though. If you want an equal to Maus, Bär is one that’s common back home. It just means bear.”
“So, you’ve said chen makes a word mean small right? So if I called you Bärchen...”
He laughed heartily. It seemed like most times he held back his real, bigger laughs, but when he let them loose you loved it. It made you smile and laugh as well, hearing him filled with joy. “I mean, you’d be wrong describing me. But your German is correct. Du machst das gut, mein Liebling.” He brought his other hand that he was using to rest his head to yours, gently brushing your hair behind your ear as he let his fingers run through it. He let it rest above your head as he propped himself up, hovering above you and staring down at you. You could feel it and smiled, turning yourself onto your back to meet his gaze. He was looking at you dopily, pure awe filled as he took you in like it was his first time seeing you again. “Any other German you’d like to know, mein Mäuschen?”
You pulled your lips together as you thought, wondering if you should go with something that may be useful or something a bit more cheeky. “I is ich... want is...?”
“Will.” You loved the way he nearly bit his lip as it softly dragged against his top teeth saying the sound of the W.
“And to? Like ‘I want to...’?”
“It’s included with the will, no additional word is needed.”
You felt the way his hand wiggled his fingers against yours, still gently resting on your stomach and comforting you even more. “Kiss?”
His lids lowered as his smile increased. “Küssen.”
You smiled back as the blush on your cheeks brightened, thinking about the last word you had to learn. “You?”
He let out a little laugh as he leaned closer to you, leaving a few inches between your faces. “In this case, it’d be dich... but the word order will be different, so ich?”
He looked at you expectantly, the silence signaling he wanted you to repeat. “Ich.”
“Will... dich... küssen...” You repeated after him every word, smiling as it felt odd to be speaking another language. But him returning the joy made you feel better as you were actually saying it right. “Now put it together... say it faster...”
“Ich will dich küssen...” Your cheeks beamed as they grew hotter, especially as his eyes started to dart again, from meeting yours to watching your lips speak his native language.
“Und ich will dich auch küssen...” Before you could ask what auch meant, he brought his lips to yours, quickly closing the gap as your fingers interlaced and gripped his hand while kissing passionately. He let his other hand slip under your neck, pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your other arm around his neck in response to him pulling you up slightly, pulling yourself even closer. He gripped back with the hand that was holding yours, picking it up and gently putting it beside your head and holding it there, pinning you in place. As you started to smile, he slipped his tongue out, licking across your bottom lip, as if gently asking permission again. You let your mouth open slightly, letting your tongue meet his as you felt his grip tighten. His breath was hot on your cheek as he puffed out of his nose, letting his tongue explore deeper in your mouth. Slowly he pulled away, opening his eyes just as slow as his grip loosened, meeting your eyes again. “...Ich will dein Alles sein.”
You giggled as he immediately nuzzled into your neck, not even kissing, just attacking your neck with his face gently. Though he was clean shaven for the most part, you could still feel the little bits of facial hair tickle you. “What does that mean? You want...?”
“I want to be your everything,” he said breathily into your neck. “It’s so hard to describe how I feel about you, Liebling. I haven’t felt like this before in my life... Every part of me wants to protect you, care for you, make sure you're happy before anything else.” He leaned up again, looking into your eyes and just staring for a good moment. It was like he was completely awe stuck as he looked at you, mouth slightly agape. He took his hand out from under your neck and gently brushed through your hair. “...I want to do everything I can so I can wake up every morning and see this beautiful, smiling face looking at me with as much love as you are right now...”
You felt heat crawl up your face as you were called out for your own lovestruck look. You couldn’t help it as those crystalline eyes looked at you, shifting slightly as he took in the sight of you under him, the feeling of your hair between his fingers. It was true, he probably never felt this way before. He was so used to resorting to violence that feeling so soft and vulnerable around someone felt alien to him. But he was so willing to give himself to you, to enjoy this feeling he’s never had, you couldn’t help but admire and adore it... adore him even more. “Ich will dein auch Alles sein...”
He chuckled, making you blush even more knowing you messed up your German. He quickly gave you a kiss, reassuring you it was fine. “Close, meine Maus. Ich will auch dein Alles sein.”
You did a fake, over dramatic pout. “I don’t get German grammar... ‘I want also your everything be?’”
He laughed harder this time, getting off from being on top of you and laying back down behind you. “You’ll get it eventually, my darling. I know it’s hard but I’ll help you get through it. Now come on,” he took his muscular arm and draped it over you, pulling you in close to him again, “into my arms.”
You smiled widely and turned back on your side, scooting yourself into his loving embrace. He gave you a strong squeeze before releasing, letting out a relaxed breath as you settled in. “I always dreamed of having a beautiful girl in my arms while I dozed off... It’s even more relaxing when it’s real.”
You smiled, you could say the same, finding it hard not to just close your eyes and rest while wrapped in his arms, his body warm and comforting like a blanket in itself. You took both your arms and pulled them under and around his forearm, hugging it close to you. You gave in, shutting your eyes and taking in the whole feeling of him, hugging his arm like a teddy bear. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your head before resting his chin on your head, keeping you very close to his body. You felt a shift behind you, the sounds of chefs screaming stopping. You cracked your eye open to see the TV off, darkness taking over the room. All you could feel was the little puffs of air from his nose as he breathed, his chest rising and falling, and the subtle beat of his heart. You nuzzled against him one final time, letting the relaxation take you as you fully fell asleep with him.
Translations!
Endlich kann ich entspannen... Scheiße...- Finally, I can relax... fuck...
...Du bist sehr schön, mein König.- You are very beautiful, my König.
Und du bist perfekt.- And you are perfect.
...Mein perfektes Mäuschen.- ...my perfect Mäuschen.
Du bist einfach so schön...- You are just so pretty...
Du machst das gut, mein Liebling.- You are doing well, my darling.
Und ich will dich auch küssen...- And I want to kiss you too...
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IMAGINE:
I took care of it.
The young hacker sighed as he sent the message, he hoped it would give MC at least a small sense of comfort. He had already noticed that she was being somewhat cyber bullied by strangers. Oh god, Lilly. What did you do? What a mess you created.
That's great
MC was safe for now, at least as safe as he could manage. He himself; however, that was another story. He needed to start packing, time was of the essence, it was time to go on the run again.
But you didn't threaten her, did you?
Jake paused, packing had to wait. There was no way he was going to leave while that awful thought was being entertained inside MC's head. Why would she even think that? Didn't she trust him? Didn't she know him, know that he would never do something like that?
What? No, of course not. I talked to her.
No, of course she didn't know. It was like he was pulling her in just enough so that he could ultimately push her away once more. It was an utter mess of confusion, of hidden feelings, vulnerability, secrets, and self-preservation; and he was the cause of it.
Please don't lie to me
"I'm not lying, MC." He muttered, one hand finding refuge in his black, wavy hair; slightly tugging on the strands in frustration.
That was way too fast
He sighed, what would he have to say to make her believe him? Despite his mistakes, he was a man of integrity, or at least he thought so, hoped so, knew so.
I am telling the truth MC. I filled her in on something. One day I am going to tell you too, I promise you that.
Yes, Lilly was now in possession of somewhat slightly incriminating evidence against him. Something that would thoroughly involve him in Hannah's disappearance. Something that would finally state the connection he had to the missing Donfort girl.....
I've been hearing that since forever.....Jake, please.
Jake groaned, Ugh, she was right. MC deserved to know the truth, He didn't know what would become of himself, what his fate held, whether he would ever get the chance to tell her in the future...it had to be now. Yes, MC was right, once again undeniably right. Damn.
MC, I am wanted by the government.
Probably not the most tactful way to start this conversation, but at least it was now out in the open. He felt the sudden urge to close his eyes, hesitating to read MC's response. What would she say?
You are WHAT?
Jake's fingers flew across the keyboard. He needed to reassure her, he couldn't lose her trust, he couldn't lose her, not now, not ever.
Yes. But I am one of the good guys. If you can call it that. I meddled in some things that were never supposed to get out into the public.
Why haven't you ever told me?
The hacker stopped, was she really asking him that? Wasn't it obvious? If he had started it off as "Hey, I'm considered a criminal that is wanted by the government, I need you to trust me" she would have literally flipped out. Come on, MC. You're smarter than this, I know you are, don't play dumb with me.
Because I was afraid that you would stop trusting me.
Yes, understandably so
Jake sighed, he was getting off topic, he needed to focus. Time was waning, he had no doubt that the FBI was already hot on his trail.
In any case, Lilly has published some serious information about me now. And any piece of information about me, no matter how small of a detail it is, Could help the people that are after me find out where I am.
That sounds awful
It was awful.......but to be honest.....he found himself no longer caring.
To be honest....Ever since I met you....I actually have hope again. And I thank you for that, MC.
MC made him comfortable, made him forget his present circumstances, made the trauma of his past fade out of view as the time and the conversations with her increased. He found himself falling, falling for her. And just as he was finally coming to the realization of that fact, it was too late to tell her, not now at least. They had more pressing matters to attend to, such as.....
As much as I regret it, I will now have to make some arrangements to ensure my safety first. I have to assume that the people hunting for me are hot on my heels by now. They may even be close to finding me. You might be on for you own for some time.
What, you are leaving me hanging?!
A small, dark chuckle escaped his lips. It certainly did seem like it, but no, he would never, besides.....he physically and mentally couldn't. There was no way in heck he was going to let her go.
No, of course I won't do that. If you really need me, I am going to be there for you. From now on you are going to have to take the lead.
Ok
Another sigh filled his ears, he hated this. He hated having to leave her like this. A while back he had told her he found it hard to pick up on emotions over text, but right now, he could sense it perfectly. MC was upset, fearful, perhaps even angry at Lilly, maybe even angry at him himself; but deep down he could tell she cared, deeply.
I know that I can always count on you. You've shown it to me more than once.
He paused, then once realizing she wasn't going to reply, he immediately started to type. He hoped his next message would make her laugh, at least smile a little bit, ease her sadness. He didn't want to have to leave her with a heavy heart; even though he knew that was an impossible wish to have.
And something good comes out of this whole thing: I won't be able to read your private chats anymore.
No response, damn. She was taking this hard, wasn't she? Ugh. He wished he could take more time to comfort her, to ease her nerves; if only he had the time........as it was right now he needed to flee, and the time to rewind back to about ten minutes ago.
My time is running out.
MC needed to focus, she needed to continue on in their investigation during his absence. She was the key to the puzzle, he needed to be able to depend on her.
Do you still remember, what our last lead was?
Yeah, I remember. The mysterious "Jennifer"
A faint smile flitted across his lips, in spite of all the chaos, she still remembered. Further proving to him that she could indeed keep a level head, despite the circumstances.
Right. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to look into it any further. But I think you are just as capable of doing it as I am.
For real?
Ahh, there was her sense of humor. That emojie.....what even was that? A sweaty grin? Ohhhh, wait, a nervous laugh.....yes, that was it.
Yes. Of course. You have five friends from Duskwood. Thomas, Cleo, Jessy, Richy, and Dan. I want you to choose one of them and then ask them about our mysterious Jennifer.
And you don't care who I choose?
Jake bit his lip, of course he cared. He hoped MC would choose someone who had been a resident there for years, perhaps even their whole childhood, someone who had lived there when the "terrible incident" took place ten years ago. But who would she choose? MC was very close to Jessy, did that mean she would probably ask her? Or would she ask Cleo? Richy maybe? God, he hoped she would refrain from asking Dan, what an idiot, ugh. And Thomas, hmmmm, Jake wouldn't choose him for sure if it was up to him....But it wasn't up to him, it was up to MC, he had placed the responsibility into her hands. And he trusted her, he whole-heartedly trusted her.
Let's just say, I trust your judgement. Just like you have to trust the person that you are going to choose.
It was time to say goodbye, damn. Usually goodbyes didn't faze him, because he would never allow himself to once again get close to someone, letting him avoid the painful, bittersweet goodbye. But ever since meeting MC, his world had shifted, she had pulled the rug from right underneath his feet. What had she done to him?
I have to go now. But I am going to contact you again as soon as I can.
Fingers paused over the keyboard, when would he be able to text her again? He hoped it would be soon.......he would make it be soon.
Hey, Jake?
Yes?
A small panic swarmed inside his head, he could feel his cheeks flush red. Was she going to say I love you? What would he say????
Thank you....for confiding in me despite all this
Phew. A relieved but somewhat disappointed sigh escaped his lips, god he was hormonal. He had never experienced such fast mood swings as he had ever since he met MC. Damn, he had it bad.
Thank you for never making me regret confiding in you.
Forcing himself to log off, he quickly set to work tearing his computer and work station down. Would he ever be able to rest without having to look over his shoulder? Would his life always be laced with risk and uncertainty? Was there a happily ever after in store for him? God he hoped so, he really REALLY hoped so.
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You Are The Daydream
Inspired by this comic: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/30173046
The morning light shining through the blinds was fragmented. A cacophony of birds sang out of tune. The room slowly shifted in and out of focus, an unstable 3D image of itself. My alarm was blaring, and the jarring sound rang in and out of my ears, a sensory overload I hadn’t ever felt. There was a crushing weight on my chest. A splitting migraine broke me into pieces. I reached for my phone to shut off the alarm, and was met with another hand brushing against mine. It was soft and gentle. Asuna’s?… Our fingers intertwined in an embrace, her knuckle lightly brushing up against the snooze button. I turned my head to the woman lying on top of me, we pulled into an embrace with a kiss. Except, instead of meeting the ember eyes I expected, a purple galaxy laid before me. Locks of ashen hair tickled my blushing cheek as we stared into eachother. Where had I seen these eyes before?
There was a light knock and the sound of the door creaking open.
“Kazutoooooooo- breakfast is ready, you better not be sleeping in agai-”
Sugu. Based on that reaction, she’s seen everything- shit.
We pulled out of our lip-locked connection, a small trail of saliva linking us together remained as we pulled away. We looked towards my little sister, like a pair of deer caught in headlights.
“K-kazuto?... Wh-what are you?...”
There was the sudden rush of her out of the room, followed by a frantic call.
“Emergency girl meeting Asuna- call the others- Dicey Cafe!”
Me and my bedroom intruder took a moment to meet eachother’s view. I knew who they were. On top of me was me. The me from Gun Gale Online. A mutual understanding was found as we rushed out of my room, my pajamas ill-fitting their slender feminine figure.
…
“Huh… Yeah that is your GGO model huh?”
Sugu anxiously bit into a waffle as they sat at the table for breakfast.
“Yeahhhhh we’re as confused as you I’m sure.”
My feminine twin sat beside me, finger on her mouth thinking.
“I suppose given the experimental procedures with our fluctlight, it isn’t impossible that our soul was cloned, but a full human body replicant seems beyond the current reach of our capabilities…”
I left behind another life in the Underworld, after 200 years the me that lived there had passed on. But… maybe these imprints remained in some form. But how could that imprint be beside me?
“Y’know Kazuto, I’m more curious as why your clone is a girl, and why you were practicing swordfighting with your tongues-”
“H-hey I assumed it was Asuna laying on top of me- And they’re a guy, but I’m not sure if that makes it better-”
I was interrupted by the other me patting themselves down in all of their delicate areas.
“Nope! Looks like this time this model’s a girl- I mean I guess the parts don’t make a girl! But like- whatever you get it. I guess for convenience you can call me Kiriko instead.”
“Kiriko huh… Hey Kazuto, why’s it that you have a female name picked out already?”
Suguha pointed a fork in my direction accusatory.
“That’s confidential information… Wait why are we assuming I’m not the clone?”
“Well duh, you’ve still got my old body. Makes more sense that you’re the real one.”
“Fair point.”
“Alright- regardless we gotta head to Dicey Cafe. The girls are expecting me now, and I guess we need to get our introductions in order.”
…
Suguha and I walked into Dicey Cafe. Kiriko had decided it would be best to fix herself up slightly and she’d catch up afterwards. Liz, Silica, Sinon and Asuna were already waiting at a table.
“O-oh Kazuto’s joining us huh?”
Silica seemed genuinely shocked at my inclusion in the matter.
“Well, I mean, this is about me after all-”
I pulled up a seat beside Asuna, who was glaring daggers into my very soul.
“So you guys gonna tell us what all this is about? Why are ya draggin us out this early?”
Liz made no attempt to hide any fury in her voice, luckily we were the only patrons in the cafe at this time.
“Given the circumstances, I would love an explanation.”
Sinon seemed more calm-spoken than the others, but there was an undeniable rage in her eyes.
“Sinon, you don’t have to worry, you’ll understand before anyone else.”
My eyes trailed away from the table, wishing this nightmare was really just a dream.
“I think it would be best for all of us to arrive before the discussion.”
Sugu did her best to cover for me, knowing it was slightly her fault I was being grilled at the moment.
“Huh? There’s more people coming?”
Silica perked up.
“Oh yes, our guest of honor…”
I grumbled out.
A ringing at the front door pulled the attention away from me for a moment. A raven haired girl in a plain face mask and girl’s school uniform walked in alongside Klein. He ran over to our table excitedly.
“Yo! Hey guys, I didn’t expect y’all to be here. I was just helpin this cute chick find her way here.”
Looking up at the girl, I could instantly tell it was Kiriko, and that she was doing her best to hide a blush.
“Sorry Sugu, Kii-boy, I got a biiiiiit lost following you guys.”
Her voice may have been slightly softer than mine, but it should have been unmistakably mine to anyone.
Sugu looked at me expectantly.
“So do you wanna tell him?”
“Oh no I wanna drag this on as long as possible actually.”
That comment elicited a giggle from Kiriko, and suddenly Sinon stood on end. She stared at Kiriko and back to me, then to Kiriko again.
“Oh you’re fuckin’ kidding me Kirito…”
“Ah so you’ve seen the issue huh?”
“Yup, it’s me, I’m the issue Sugu warned y’all about.”
Kiriko did a curtsey in her skirt, seeming to love the spotlight, even if it was a spotlight of daggers.
Asuna looked to me, tears at the edges of her eyes.
“Kirito… who is this?”
“So is that the no-good floozy you were sleepin with?”
Liz pounded on the table.
Kiriko and I both laughed and Sinon shook her head.
“Ugh… no you idiots. You- take off your facemask!”
Kiriko obliged Sinon’s request and showed off her face… which was just my own face with a bit more makeup.
“Recognize me yet?~”
Kiriko playfully winked at Sinon.
“Guys… that is Kirito…”
Sinon looked exasperated.
“Well, my name’s Kiriko now- but yeah pretty much spot on!”
She slid out of Klein’s grasp and into the seat beside me. Klein took one look at me, then at Kiriko, and then walked out of the cafe.
“W-what do you mean that you’re Kirito- or Kiriko?”
Asuna stammered out, justifiably confused by all this.
“Well, today I woke up, and suddenly there were two of me. We don’t have a solid explanation besides the experimental work on my fluctlight, but that’s just a guess.”
I relaxed in my seat and held the hand of my dear wife. It felt almost identical to Kiriko’s.
“Jeez, with the urgency Sugu called us with, I thought she caught ya in bed with another woman.”
Liz relaxed slightly, pouting and crossing her arms.
Sugu giggled slightly.
“Well technically I did catch them sleeping in bed together.”
“Hey now, that’s unfair. If you called them every time I was sharing a bed with a girl, you’d have to call almost every morning last month when you kept coming into my room after your nightmares.”
Silica blushed at my comment.
“Y-you two sleep together?”
Sinon smirked a bit.
“Y’know I’m an only child but I’m pretty sure sleeping with a sister isn’t exactly typical.”
“Yeah well. She’s actually our cousin, and my parents are actually my aunt and uncle so like. That’s not exactly typical. I don’t think.”
Kiriko tried to defend us, but probably made it worse.
“I-I don’t think she meant it like that…”
Asuna was clearly having the roughest time with this news.
“Hey Asuna, it’s okay, I’m still me… And she’s just… Another me. So you don’t need to worry about anything. Everything is completely fine.”
Kiriko waved and blew a kiss at Asuna. I guess technically Asuna is her girlfriend too huh?
“Huh so I guess I am bi then huh… Well now I’ve got two Kirigayas to marry, I just expected this to be a lot worse.”
She slowly brightened up at the thought of having two Kirito-adjacent partners.
“Yeah, that emergency line is typically just for whenever one of us suspects ya of bein with another girl.”
Liz playfully teased.
“D-do you really have that little faith in me guys?”
“Well you’re constantly surrounded by new girls so…”
Silica could barely look at me as her thought trailed off.
A giggle broke the silence, erupting into a full blown laugh. Kiriko was beside herself.
“Hear that Kii-boy? The code is only for other girls! So everything we did with Eugeo is completely fair game!”
She laughed harder at her own joke, but as all eyes pointed back to me, I looked to her with death in my eyes.
“Kirito-kun, whose Eugeo?”
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Chapter I: Tsubaki
Tsubaki kneeled quietly in the gardens of her family’s home, removing dirt from vegetables, flowers, and rotted roots with her bending. This is where the young girl found peace and quiet: a luxury her parents never afforded her.
According to them, only peasants would enjoy spending time amongst dirt and surrendering to it. Only fools would use their bending to provide aid to something as useless as a flower. Her parents were heirs to their respective family’s fortune, and the two of them didn’t get their hands dirty in that sense. Frivolous spending and an unexpected child had landed them in a bit of a financial rut, so they did what they had to do to get by: betting on and participating in underground fighting.
Their daughter was constantly reminded that all of this was, in fact, her fault, for being born. If she hadn’t done that, they wouldn’t be in this mess. Tsubaki found that the garden did not blame her for existing, or make her feel entirely useless. The life that exhumed itself from the Earth accepted and embraced her, and she felt that she owed it the same. The seeds did not choose to be planted, yet they gave bountiful fruit to all of Earth’s beings. Even if they had to survive desperate circumstances, they gave until they dried out.
As Tsubaki studied the colors of a flower that looked a bit droopy, the vibration of footsteps approaching threw her stomach into knots.
“For the love of Yangchen, Tsubaki. Stop wasting time and come do some real earthbending with us,” her mother demanded.
“But I like the flowers and the soil,” the girl pleaded.
“Could your bending be any more useless?” Her father griped, disappointed in his child.
“It’s not useless,” Tsubaki protested calmly. With her parents, she found the path of least resistance to be easiest. “Just watch this.”
With careful focus, the wide eyed girl placed both of her hands at the base of the aforementioned flower. As she lifted them, her fingers wiggled, and the orange blossom rose from the ground. Its dirt covered roots swayed back and forth, and levitated above her open palms.
Small vortices of soil formed above her fingertips, and carried the dirt up the roots. The entire flower started to sway like a weasel snake. It was so delicate, and required intense focus.
“I can make the flowers dance,” Tsubaki giggled, her mossy eyes sparkling.
“You’re the daughter of prolific fighters, and this is how you choose to spend your time?” Her mom dragged her gruff palm down her face with frustration. “How are we supposed to cash in on her? She’s almost old enough to fight.”
“I don’t know.” Her father rolled his eyes, then kneeled to the child’s level. “You are useless, Tsubaki. Do you hear me?”
The seven year old dropped the plant, completely crushed. The sting of tears clouded her eyes, so she ran back to the comfort of her room before her parents could see. As she entered, she slid to the corner, and sat below the windowsill. Sunlight kissed her cheeks and she wept.
While this particular corner had seen many tears, it was also where she found out she could bend the particles of dust that pooled there. When this dust would cling to the plants, she could bend them, too.
Why was that so wrong to her parents? Would she ever have to stop trying to prove her worth to them? Tsubaki was only a kid, yet already exhausted by relentless ridicule. It was the same way at school when she’d ask petulant questions.
Stay in line and don’t change, she’d tell herself. This is the way of the Earth Kingdom.
Admittedly, she felt just as embarrassed by her parents as they felt of her. They monetized their bending abilities with senseless violence, and felt no spiritual connection to it. They basked in their victories, let the world feel their losses, and couldn’t understand why Tsubaki wouldn’t want that, too.
All she truly wanted were the elements to twirl at her command. She longed to feel elegant and soft, like a waterbender or airbender. Throwing rocks at people and knocking them unconscious, or simply using bending to display brute strength, didn’t resonate with her. She wanted her bending to reflect the connection she had to her element.
At that moment, Tsubaki had a revelation: she would detest traditional earthbending. She would still practice, just in an unorthodox manner. The rough stuff was her parent’s, and everyone else in this forsaken kingdom’s specialty. At school she could blend in, and after school, she could actually study.
Stay in line and don’t change. This is the way of the Earth Kingdom.
But it won’t be the way of Tsubaki.
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Finished DBD, here are my thoughts:
•I quite enjoyed this show. It is not my favorite Neil Gaiman show (that's still good omens), but I do like it a lot
•I do with the characters were in their college years or instead of teenagers, but this isn't that much of an issue I suppose
•The best episode by far is episode 7. Like, holy crap, from the world building to the character development to the emotional moments, that episode is phenomenal
•I expected Edwin to be my favorite because I normally vibe with that type of character, but actually Charles ended up being my favorite. I can really relate with the idea of feeling so angry and questioning if that makes you a bad person. Charles was surprisingly a deep character
•I liked Charles a lot too, though he isn't my favorite version of this character archetype. Sometimes I did feel like they made him a bit too nice, I kinda wish he would have been a bit more antagonistic towards people, but all and all he was good.
•Loved Niko. I loved her contrast compared to everyone else. She is just a very normal girl surrounded by very abnormal circumstances and I love how that didn't make her any lesser in the team. She was the emotional intelligence there and I loved that for her. If there is a season 2, I wonder what they will do with her
•I liked Crystal and I really enjoyed how it paralleled actual toxic relationships irl but I am unsure if I like the direction the show took with making her a rich kid of sorts. I loved the fact she got her powers from her ancestors though. I think that was really cool
•Actually, I don't vibe with episode 8 for the most part. Episode 7 was so good that I think that the season could have ended there. The pacing and story of episode 8 felt a bit off in my opinion
•Other than those two, the other episodes were pretty good. I won't give them a proper individual rating because I think they were all consistently good abd achieve the emotional arcs they were going for fairly well
•I was one of the people who thought that Crystal was in love with Niko the first time they met lmao.
•Actually, something I wish that the show had addressed was how Crystal would act like humans were beneath her for not having powers. It would be interesting to see some conflict between the two in that aspect.
•Speaking of conflict, let's talk relationships shall we? Starting with the strictly platonic, I loved the friendship between Niko and Edwin. It was a bit out of left field, but man, do I wish we got to see more friendships like this in media so I will not complain
•That being said, I wish Niko and Charles had more screentime. I think they would vibe pretty well
•I also wish we had seen Edwin and Crystal together more often without Charles around. Love my boy, but those two need to have a heart to heart seeing as they are essentially crushing on the same man.
•Crystal and Charles is one of the wlm relationships I actually don't mind too much. I'm glad they didn't get together, and I would prefer if they didn't get together, but I wouldn't be upset if they did. Their friendship is great though
•Edwin and Charles are the core of the show. The fact that Charles just accepts Edwin's feelings even if he doesn't reciprocate is everything to me. And they did leave it open for it possibly developing into more in the future. I'm personally a very big fan of this ship, but if they don't get together I won't be upset
•I ship Jenny X me. Haha jk unless? I wish we had a bigger focus on her since she was the only positive adult in the kid's life (besides the walrus) but alas. I hope that, if there is a season 2, she gets a girlfriend
•I liked Cat King, though I must say, he gave me the creeps considering that Edwin does appear to be a teenage boy. Still, hopefully, he can find his own twink someday, preferably one of proper age
•Esther was that bitch and I loved her for it. If there is a season 2, I hope we get to see another witch, but this time one that uses her magic to protect people, maybe with Lilith's blessing
•Actually, can we have more of Lillith in general? Thanks
•No strong feelings about Monty. I didn't really like him at the start of the show and felt bad when his ghost died. He was cooler as a crow and if he does come back, give him the power to change between forms please
•No strong feelings on the Night Nurse either. Kinda ship her with fish guy though. They just vibe well.
•Oh, one more thing about Niko, this time a headcanon: I actually headcanon she is aroace but obsessed with romance so she wants her friends to be in love, but she doesn't want that for herself
•If there is a season two, I'd like to see more creatures like vampires or werewolves. Maybe even a mermaid.
•I also hope for more Death and Despair. Let the girls serve please
Overall, I would say this show was a solid 8/10 for me. Not as high as Sandman which was a 9/10 but I think it was pretty good still. I recommend. I might make a post writing about what would happen in my version of a season 2 of this show later
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I... don't even know what to do with that episode. That was far worse than I was expecting. Look, I might not agree with how they're framing the Paper Pleasers, but at least they're non-human civilians of the Ever After whose ultimate goal is to improve themselves. You cannot compare that (which is what RT is doing with Ascension as a whole) to Ruby having an intense grieving arc, being tortured, and then deciding she didn't want to be Ruby Rose anymore - she needed it all to stop. That's a suicide attempt. And it's treated as such! The issues with the team just standing around while Ruby drinks the tea aside, there's a reason why we get that horrified closeup on Yang's eye. Why many fans are pleased that now she has someone romantic to comfort her in her grief. Why the Cat is desperate to get Ruby back and is surprised to find her later in the tree. Why Neo suddenly gives up because, supposedly, she now has no goal. Because Ruby is gone. The Cat's plans, Neo's emptiness, the team's horror - ALL of it stems from the understanding that Ruby has just done something irreversible and (outside of expectations for a story's protagonist) is not coming back.
So to then open the next episode with pep-talk fun times is??? Oh look, the Paper Pleasers are now gem people and have no memory of who Jaune is. Isn't that great? Didn't allowing them to drown themselves make them so much better? Because after all, "better" is to be stronger, physically, impervious to fire and flood, never mind their memories and personalities. Who cares about those? Who cares about incremental self-improvement gained through hard work? Who cares about reframing supposed weaknesses as unique strengths under the right circumstances? Nah, forget all that. Evil Jaune was being so selfish for trying to keep a village of friends from killing themselves. And yes, we need to focus on that because why would anyone be worried about Ruby right now? She's fine! Putting aside the fact that they don't know what Ascension does to a non-Afteran, clearly suicide attempts = power-ups, so yay circumstances forcing Ruby to a place where she wants to die. That'll be useful in defeating Salem. C'mon, Yang, you were so cheery a moment ago. Why the sudden doubt while seeing your little sister encased in a tree? This is her choice and nothing matters more than letting people hurt themselves if that's what they want to do. Obviously Ruby will come back better than ever, so just chill about her being so broken she wanted to end it all, yeah?
This could have EASILY been avoided by just presenting Ascension as a kind of self-reflection - similar to the Caterpillar's smoke - wherein the girls can all choose to drink the tea with no suicidal implications, have a chat with the armorer, and come out with a power boost before they return to Remnant. Simplistic, but easy. So WHY did we spend all Volume taking Ruby through a deep depression, culminating in her becoming so hopeless that she decides to end things despite rescue standing right in front of her... and then presenting that as a celebratory moment of growth??
This is, for me, where RWBY officially jumps the shark. They really did that. Local girl tries to die after being horrifically tortured, but that's a good thing because she'll come back better than ever, wielding her mother's weapon which we've never seen before. Love that for Ruby. So the rest of the team should try to hurt themselves too now, right? After all, there's nothing to be afraid of with this wonderful tree. Just engage in a little inconsequential self-harm and come out a new and improved huntress.
On the WIP docket: write a fic where Ruby, in keeping with canon, comes out with no memory of who anyone is, with a radically different personality, and no intention of being a huntress anymore. I want the story to follow its own rules and implications, resulting in the group having a serious reality check about what Ruby actually did and the actual impact this should have based on what they've seen in the Ever After. The Cat is right: it's not Ruby Rose that comes back out - because that's what she wanted when she drank - and the team has to grapple with the fact that they're never going to have their leader/little sister again. There's someone new standing there, sure, but she's a complete stranger in Ruby's body (if even her body comes out the same, ie the King).
Ruby Rose is dead.
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How the Ending of Stranger Things 3 Subtly (Blatantly) Foreshadowed the Love Triangle in Stranger Things 4
During Mike and Will's last scene together alone (essentially their goodbye), Mike shows visible concern over the fact that Will is probably gonna want to join another party after he moves. In response, Will reassures him that would be impossible, with Mike looking visibly relieved and even happy about this reassurance.
However, in contrast, as Mike is saying his goodbyes to El, only a moment later, Mike doesn't voice any similar concerns about the possibility of her meeting new people (even with the concept fresh in his mind, might I add). Also in contrast to his scene with Will, their goodbye here ends with Mike looking conflicted and confused at El's form of reassurance (love confession/kiss), rather than relieved/happy.
These are honestly such weird narrative choices on the writers part, if I'm supposed to believe that what Mike has with Will is strictly platonic and what Mike has with El is strictly romantic.
In fact, Mike even makes a point of mentioning Will's name in his plans to reunite with El during their goodbye, but he makes no mention of El when he says goodbye to Will...
Now, what should that tell you??
Even just reanalyzing these scenes from s3 in combination with what ends up happening in s4, how can anyone still come to the honest conclusion that m!leven makes more sense as endgame than byler?
El was still very new to basic experiences, let alone high school, and so although things did go horrible for her in Cali, they could've gone well in a better scenario.
She even gives Mike this impression in early ST4, saying that things were going amazing for her, and we saw Mike being fairly open and kind when it came to the topic of her new friends and new life in Lenora.
Though, once again in contrast, Mike was visibly uncomfortable over the topic of Will's life in Lenora, or more specifically, what El mentioned in her most recent letter, which was that she thought Will might be painting something for a girl he likes.
Interestingly, besides the fact that Will is painting more, this small piece of (mis)information about a girl, is the only thing we were shown Mike knowing about Will's new life in Lenora.
After humiliating himself at the airport by asking about the painting, since we the audience (and El) already know Mike knows about it and who it’s probably for, what follows is Mike making absolutely zero effort to find out anything else about Will’s new life, after now assuming El's suspicions were correct.
How very platonic of you, Mike.
We even get these hints via subtext that Mike thought El's new friend Angela could be the girl Will made the painting for.
So we’re seeing this pattern here, and it’s that Mike is actually shown to be more scared about losing Will to new people than he is scared about losing El to new people.
Then, low and behold, it turns out El was lying about having friends. In reality she’s quite miserable in Lenora.
You would think, despite the unfortunate circumstances, if Mike had actually been insecure about El moving on, only for those insecurities to be disproven, wouldn't he have been at least slightly relieved?
But we don't get that. After the truth is revealed, Mike looks even more upset and conflicted about his relationship with El than before.
He can try and say that his behavior is related to his fear that someone new will discover how special El is, followed by her not needing him, but in reality, that possibility was just literally disproven.
El had no one new in her life, and she was literally standing before Mike, begging him to need her. All he had to do was say I love you. Problem solved, right?
But he didn't. He didn't because the truth is so much more complex than he's making it out to be.
Going into the rest of the season, after El has left and it's only Mike and Will, there is absolutely no mention of Will's life in Lenora, with the focus instead being all on Mike.
Mike's trying to reveal to Will that he wants to end things romantically with El, saying their fight was one he didn't think they could come back from (even though he and the audience know all it would've required was three simple words), him even going as far as to say that he doesn't think him and El meeting each other was anything special ("IT WASN'T FATE! IT WASN'T DESTINY!" like, okay! Chill out, Michael!).
Mike is trying as subtly as he possibly can to hint to Will that he is having these insecurities about his relationship, a relationship that he believes is doomed to fail, but that he is scared of ending himself because it might mean losing El altogether.
Tragically, all it probably would've taken was Will voicing even an ounce of agreement in Mike's doubts, for Mike to finally end things with El. Seriously, where is s3 Will when s4 Mike needs him?? Will could've said anything to support his doubts, and Mike would've been throwing in the towel (no, but like literally the only time Will showed Mike any annoyance in s4 over Mike moping about El, and here Mike was, throwing El's letter in the garbage almost instantly... )
Only problem is, Will isn't letting that happen this time.
And what do you think that tells Mike? I mean, if I were Mike, I would assume that Will is definitely not interested. After all, he apparently likes girls now, despite implying he wouldn't move on last time they talked. And now he has someone else to gift his paintings too, not Mike.
Mike's probably realizing rn that he's going crazy all alone, without Will.
Because like, let's be real. If your best friend has feelings for someone, you talk about it with them.
We literally see this happening right now with Mike and Will when it comes to El. All. Season.
So why, after finding out about Will's potential love interest, has Mike made zero effort to learn more about said girl?
WHY not have Will become aware that Mike assumes there is a girl in the first place????
Matter of fact, why didn't we see Mike's reaction to hearing Will talk about his life in Lenora, at all???????
Maybe because it would've been even more obvious than Mike admitting to Will that Hawkins wasn't the same without him?
Maybe because this is a classic case of the misunderstanding/miscommunication trope, where it could all be solved if everyone just knew the truth?
Honestly, I think the moment we do finally get to see Mike's reaction to Will, maybe even just slightly implying life was better for him in Lenora, Mike is going to look... well, devastated.
And that would've been a little too on the nose for ST4, especially if their plan was to keep the general audience second-guessing Mike's feelings, up until the final season.
I do believe it's likely we'll eventually get Mike's true reaction to Will's life in Lenora though, because the lead up has been quite extensive.
In the s3 finale, they could've easily shown us Mike being worried El would find someone else in Cali, but they don’t. Instead they show us that Mike has that insecurity linked to Will.
The main insecurity I saw Mike having in regards to El at the end of s3, standing in front of Will's closet, was that it genuinely looked like he knew that if he was 'normal', he would've tried harder to fight for their romantic relationship. But he just couldn’t do it and so that’s why he looked annoyed with himself as she started walking away.
But suddenly, El's turning around, confronting him, and Mike doesn’t look the least bit relieved. He looks distracted and caught off guard. When she mentions his heart, that's when he starts looking downright panicked. Then, she's walking back up to him and kissing him, all while his eyes are wide open. Afterwards, he's silent and she leaves him in Will's room by himself, looking dumbfounded.
I would argue that if Mike did truly love El (romantically), but just didn’t know how to express it, he would have been relieved that she was making it so easy for him. After all, it didn’t even require any work on his part in that moment.
BOOM. She said she loved him too. BOOM. She kissed him. BOOM. They’re boyfriend and girlfriend again. That was easy, right?
But if them being together again was what Mike truly wanted at this point, 3 months post-breakup, then his reaction here makes no sense when you compare it to his reaction to Will only minutes before.
Which brings me back to the importance of the whole walkie/phone call/letters debacle.
What I think is that, initially, Mike intended to use the walkie to stay in touch with El, and to reserve writing letters for Will ('Love Mike'). Either that, or perhaps he was initially open minded to having equal contact with both of them, via letters and phone calls/Cerebro.
After finding out Will did want the same future as him, even getting confirmation from Will that he wouldn’t be 'joining any other parties', Mike is hopeful. How they talk is basically code for them both hoping their instincts are right about the others feelings; that they equally feel the same way about each other and that maybe, sometime in the future, maybe.
I do think they both had this realization in that moment during their goodbye. And that's what makes everything that follows going into s4 so stupidly tragic for everyone involved.
I think that talk with Will was when Mike realized he wanted to reserve romantic gestures for Will again (like he did in s2) and to go back to the more friendship based gestures with El (arguably also what he did in s2 with the walkie).
That's what was holding him back, this realization that he actually wanted him and El to stay broken up so that he could go back to this bond he had with Will.
But suddenly, El is telling him she loves him too and she’s kissing him and??? How the hell does he take back what he said those few months ago? She lost her only real father figure, she's moving away AND is revealing that she's in love with him? Obviously he’s not thinking about how in the long run, this misunderstanding will only hurt her more than just breaking it off now. He's thinking about how much she's already hurting and that he can't do this to her. And tbh, I don't really blame Mike for not having the courage to do it. I probably wouldn't either.
Quite frankly, I think a lot of the audience can't give up on M!leven because they too have the same mindset as Mike, which is that, because they feel so bad for El and everything she's been through, he's practically indebted to her, as she's saved his life countless times, and pretty much the entire world. How can he not love her? It's the LEAST Mike can do in his mind (and the audiences').
Don't get me wrong. I never wanted El to be heartbroken. I can say with full confidence that 99.99% of bylers want El to be the one to break it off with Mike. It's seriously starting to look like Mike is just going to pull a Ted Wheeler and be miserable forever if she doesn't take the initiative on this and so that's really the only satisfying way they can go about that at this point.
I do believe that El and Mike have a good dynamic, well, when they're not forcing themselves to be someone else just to be with each other. And I think s1 dynamics making a return means we'll hopefully get some of those honest interactions between them, like we did before society kind of forced its expectations on them.
But, if we're being honest with ourselves, season 4 is said and done, which means everything that happened, happened.
Mike has already broken El's heart. He's already done the very thing he didn't want to do, all because he was convinced that his only option was to lie to her, himself and everyone about the truth.
Like, there must be a reason why the writers keep showing us Mike struggling with committing to El, over and over throughout the entire series. The fact that when it's finally caught up to him, he looks downright terrified, like it all adds up, honestly. It all makes sense.
He’s also got internalized homophobia working against him, telling him, 'El is incredible, beautiful, a literal superhero and she loves you…? What’s wrong with you??'
And I think Mike’s visible turmoil at the end of s3 is this realization that he's right back where he started. Repressing his true feelings; reserving romantic gestures for El and as a result having no choice but to reserve platonic gestures for Will.
Then s4 comes around and we find out El and Mike have been keeping in touch via letters, with no mention of the walkies at all.
We can presume that they did not talk over the phone because of government surveillance, which was why Mike initially mentioned the walkies in the first place (again, remember he said this BEFORE they kissed/got back together).
We also know from Will's perspective that Mike only called a couple of times. We can assume maybe more than once, but probably no more than 2-5 times, he successfully got through to the Byers.
But we also now know from Dustin's perspective (and El's because she heard this conversation in the void), is that Mike called so much to the point where Dustin said he was 'always whining' about the line being busy.
And this will never not be the most important piece of the puzzle to me.
First of all, this line was put here for a reason. Second of all, no one outside of bylers in the fandom talk about this much, if at all, and that's probably because those refusing to consider the possibility of byler would rather not acknowledge that there's literally no other way to interpret this.
In present time, Dustin has just said Mike is 'always whining about' the Byers' line being busy, which means that even though it's been 6+ months since the Byers' moved to California, Mike presumably hasn't stoped 'whining about it' (always more so implies still/currently, not so much in the past/previously/'maybe a couple times').
So, why didn't Mike tell Will he called way more than 'a couple of times' when Will confronted him about it?
And why didn't we get anything regarding Mike and El keeping in touch via the walkie, ie, Mike's original plan?
We saw that in her room, El had a shrine dedicated to Mike, with the walkie sitting right in the middle, just waiting for him to call her. Because technically, in order for them to keep in contact via the walkie, Mike would have to be at Dustin's using Cerebro, or having stolen it (like he said he would).
But instead of seeing El being annoyed with Mike calling her constantly, we get Mike reading a letter from El, with shots of the Mike shrine, and El saying "I miss you so much I can hardly breathe, do you miss me too?" WITH NO RESPONSE and this awkward tension, seeing as what follows is nothing that constitutes an El shrine in Mike's space, the scene ending with him crumpling up her letter and moving on entirely.
We even get a scene of Dustin talking to Suzie on Cerebro directly after this scene with Mike.
So... What if this means Mike didn't follow through when it came to actually calling El on the walkie? What if she was already suspicious, not only about the letters all ending with 'from Mike' but also because she remembered Mike saying he would call so much, only for her to find out, directly from Dustin that Mike was always 'whining about' the Byers phone line being busy. Which meant all those times he could've called El, all those times she was waiting for him to annoy her like he said he would, he was busy annoying Dustin over the fact that he couldn't get ahold of Will...
What if Mike went from telling El he would call her so much she would have to turn it off, to in reality, only calling her on the walkie maybe a couple times, only to drop it all-together, which is what lead to the letters being the main source of contact in the first place.
Also WHY even have El be the one to find out that Mike was constantly calling the Byers to talk to Will, before Will himself finds out, with him still currently assuming the opposite...?
Honestly, I think it's kind of obvious, but I'll try to continue spelling it out.
I think Mike made a compromise with himself after both El and Will moved to California.
He couldn't break it off with El, not now and not this way. Maybe if he was straight and only liked girls, he could end things without feeling self conscious about the potential perceived implications behind it. But because he knows the true reason, he feels like it will give him away. Sadly, Mike also has very low self esteem and so he just genuinely believes that he should be honored to be loved by someone like El, because this is probably as good as it's gonna get for someone like him.
This compromise also involves Mike trying to keep things as platonic as possible with Will, and yet the way he goes about it still somehow tragically does exactly the opposite.
By not going through with using the walkie to call El, he's making the phone calls between him and Will 'their' thing, even when Mike tragically can never seem to reach him.
I think the idea of talking to El 'romantically' on Cerebro, only to hear Will in the background, who Mike now may have the urge to talk to after not being able to get ahold of him for weeks.?. I just know Mike cringed at the mere idea of that, like I could totally see something like that being a catalyst for why he made that separation between how he'd allow himself to communicate with them in the first place, post s3.
I also think he knew that if he wrote letters to both Will and El, there was a small chance they could end up comparing letters at some point, and the difference between how he opens up with Will in comparison to how he doesn't as much with El, would have made his true feelings glaringly obvious.
I do honestly believe that the reason they never let us read any of Mike's letters to El (beyond how they all end...) was because of this very fact, that it would have been the biggest giveaway of all.
Like, what the hell would Mike have even talked about anyways? It's literally canon that he was a 'shitty knockoff' of his true self when they reunited at the airport and then all day at rink-o-mania too (just like El), so maybe it isn't a reach to assume he also lied in his letters (just like El). Or even more likely, he probably focused on just asking questions about how she was doing/how the Byers were doing. After all, Mike has no reason to believe El wants to hear about Hellfire, or any of the things he knows aren't exactly perceived as 'cool'.
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This is also why I'm fairly convinced they're saving showing the audience a letter written by Mike for the final season, because that's when his true feelings will be revealed (and this time, it will be a letter that ends with, ‘love Mike’...)
Though I think it's unlikely we'll get flashbacks about what Mike was thinking between ST3-4 (possibility scene in New Moon... iykyk), I like to believe that he did try to write a letter to Will at least once, maybe right after they moved, but at the very last second he realized it ended with, 'love Mike', in contrast to a letter he wrote to El ending with, 'from Mike', and that's when it really hit him.
He knew he had to set boundaries with himself to be a good boyfriend and a good best friend (in theory of course, because he failed miserably).
The biggest giveaway of all though, is Mike not being able to fully submit to this compromise he's made with himself.
Even though he reserved writing letters to El, to convince himself he was at least trying to be a good, romantic boyfriend, while also trying to convince himself that his feelings for Will were strictly platonic (SHES MY GIRLFRIEND, WILL! /WERE FRIENDS. WERE FRIENDS!), he still couldn't give in entirely; he still couldn’t end the letters to El with, “love Mike’.
It took Will giving Mike constant reassurance and support all of s4, up until the very last second, for him to finally tell El he loves her.
And now here we are! Forced conformity caused the end of the world, so now we just gotta wait for gay love/endgame to save it.
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FAWY Minis | Ch. 5 (Magnus Rasmodius POV)
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Notes: This one’s during the flower dance chapter, as well as 18 and 19!
I never really considered Magnus’ inner dialogue much, mostly just focusing on magicky stuff with him, so I wanted to play around with that. I feel like he’d be a bit insecure, maybe even anxious, when it comes to fitting in, romance, etc. He’s just good at hiding it. I tried to portray that a bit.
Btw, g/n = grandpa’s name. Wasn’t sure if y’all would want a named grandpa or to insert your own grandpa in there, so I kept it customizable to be safe!
I hope you enjoy x
[If you're new here - hi! Please see chapter 18 of the main story (below) for a visual reference to the wizard - I refer to a modded version throughout the fic!! I do recommend you read at least up to chapter 31 of the main story before reading this though, so as to avoid spoilers.]
Falling Away With You (main story)
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It’s her.
It’s… it’s actually her.
I’d overheard the discussion of a new resident moving onto Mooncrest during one of my periodic visits to Gus’ kitchen. I’d heard the assumptions — which I now know to be true, given her appearance — that it was going to be (g/n)’s granddaughter.
How could I not have foreseen how significant she would be to me, though?
Oftentimes the spirits give me somewhat of a hint, a little spark of my senses to let me know if something important is happening. Something worth looking into. Something like this, damn it. A wee reminder to not only be more aware of the world around me outside of my work, but to perhaps take the time and effort to foresee what’s to come in my near future.
I feel a subtle vibration in my fingers.
Are they toying with me? Is that what this is?
Feeling the zaps of their rebuttal through my limbs, I come to the conclusion that they are.
But… why wait..?
More tingling.
That was rhetorical, you obviously can’t answer m—
One last buzz, and I feel the spirits’ presence fade. Sigh.
Cheeky little phenomena, they are. I can only hope to ever commune with them in a plane of existence where we can see one another. For now… I might as well be a loon, telepathically speaking with invisible sprites that communicate through touch above all else.
…As though this scenario as a whole — now paying particular attention to not just my potential daughter, but my soulmate as well, all from a row of particularly bountiful bushes — makes me any less of a loon.
I shake the feeling that I’m being strange and that this is probably unnecessary , and I focus on the task at hand. I still am keen on determining whether or not I’ve any relation to Abigail. No use giving up now that I’m here.
My eyes flit to the girl, her hair as vibrant as my own. She’s laughing with her friends, tentatively sipping the punch I saw Pamela spiking with cheap liquor earlier.
I wish I could get close enough to see if there’s any bit of an arcane link connecting us. I desire answers, damn it, not to spend every chance I get contemplating my lineage while hiding just out of view.
I shut my eyes, rubbing them with a thumb and forefinger.
Just when I believe I can calm my high emotions, my mind wanders to another circumstance that’s haunted me for years. Not nearly as many, but I digress.
For Abigail to be friends with Sebastian was not exactly improbable, but it is funny, in an ironic way.
Of course Abigail would befriend my former apprentice. One I was rather fond of, at that.
I observe him for a moment. It’s rare to see him in anything brightly colored, aside from occasions such as this, where it’s a requirement. He looks quite handsome, if I do say so.
Is it silly of me to wonder if he’s ever thought the same of me? Is this just another instance of my insecurities controlling my thought process? Or is that a normal thing to think about, and I’ve merely forgotten, given how long it’s been since my last romantic endeavor?
That’s unimportant, I suppose.
Although… he must’ve had some reason for abruptly halting his apprenticeship with me.
Perhaps to him I was no more than some wretch living in a tower, far from Pelican Town’s main population for reasons unbeknownst to him. He could have asked, of course, but I wouldn’t exactly put it against him to keep his opinions to himself. I mean, look at me. I don’t resemble any of these townsfolk, do I? And of course here I am, spying on them rather than partaking in their activities firsthand, and I spend most of my time in my home when I could be out here socializing, and I’m sure my lack of socialization with non-elementals could be off-putting.
Sure, those who know of me don’t typically enjoy my presence, but…
I don’t know.
God. Now I’m a loon who’s spying and in a vicious pit of self-hatred that I buried myself in from the outskirts of the event.
Lovely.
Perhaps I should go… I’m not being very productive in my research anyway.
I chance one last look towards our newest farmer. I feel another tingle. A pull to her that’s far too tempting to succumb to. As though I want to just leap onto the field and say something to her. Anything.
How do I even go about getting closer to someone I’ve no reason to commune with? Marie worked at a shop, so it was quite easy to befriend her. The others… I had nary a clue where they were or what they were doing. This is an entirely new situation for me.
The farmer’s eyes flicker to mine. I feel the same thunderous commotion in my limbs and my belly as I did when Marie and I first met. God above, this girl has the same bright flush to her cheeks, the same gentle yet piercing gaze… which is… on me…
Oh.
Shit.
My eyes widen, as do hers.
She appears to be just as compelled to gravitate to me as I am to her. She takes half of a step forward before looking around at the townspeople and securing herself back in her corner. Thank goodness. If she were to come over here, it would only draw more suspicion as to why the resident recluse in the woods is staring at all these people…
“I know that look, Mag.”
I let gaze shift to Linus’ as his words resonate in my head and can practically feel my irises’ change of hue. I’ve been caught by him as well. Thank the spirits he’s a friend — he knows why I’m here.
“You do indeed.”
“So, (y/n), huh?”
Is that her name, then? It’s lovely…
“Yes,” I answer.
“Is it an attraction, or do you think she’s..?”
“Absolutely. Both.”
“Better get going before you freak her out, then.”
“As if I haven’t already, you know damn well she’s looking at me right now .”
He grins huffs out a silent chuckle before turning to face the dancers once more. “I’m just saying, you could be a tad bit more subtle, boy. Go.”
I sigh. I can still feel (y/n)’s eyes boring into me as I teleport back home, feeling morose rather than embarrassed.
Later in the evening, I succumb to my desire to more formally meet her and go through the lengthy, exhausting process of searching into the future.
I’m overjoyed to learn that she’ll come to me. That is far less pressure. It gives me time to prepare, too. To look more presentable, or clean, or… I don’t know. I know I can’t prevent the inevitable, but I don’t want to make the process unenjoyable for either of us, obviously.
When (y/n) eventually does arrive, I’m delighted to learn that not only is she an absolutely lovely being inside and out, but she’s magically inclined as well. I use this as a cover for her impulses to visit my tower:
“One may grow connected to the elements — hence, why you were so heavily drawn toward my abode over time,” I tell her.
It’s not entirely deceitful, and the last thing I want to do is scare her by proclaiming that our destiny brought us to this very moment.
I lean into being “old” and “wise” as well, referring to her and other townspeople of roughly her age as “young.” I overdo it though, I believe, as she calls me out on it. I don’t take any issue in revealing my true age given I’d likely be closer to her age — maybe a decade or so older — if I were a human.
I catch her staring a few times throughout our first meeting. I’ve no way to discern whether it’s due to attraction, or if she’s merely judging me, but it piques my curiosity either way. I probe her thoughts a few times for good measure — which (y/n) calls me out on as well, so I know now that I must show restraint. It’s mostly habitual, and I say that much. She understands.
She seems exceptionally sweet and caring. Awfully curious, for sure. A little strange too, but who am I to judge? I’m rather strange myself. And she’s funny, to boot, unless it’s my own giddiness leading me to assume so.
When she leaves, I’m sure to give her a proper send off. Perhaps it’s dramatic, but I’m inclined to believe she enjoys how eccentric this situation as a whole has been. She seemed awfully giddy herself, at times.
“There are many adventures ahead for you and I,” I project before she wanders too far. “I truly look forward to your company, (y/n).”
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Gonna try to do some seasonal anime takes, lets start with:
Heavenly Delusions
Episode one of HD has a shot that I really liked in episode 1, where main girl Kiruko is getting undressed for the first time (giving off a great impression out the gate aren't I?), and scars that riddle her body are revealed:
So, for one, the cracked mirror is just cool ya know, she is scarred, her world is scarred, good shit. Its also clever though - like sure, her shirt is covering her nipples, but sans that crack this would be a very risque shot. But we don't want it to be, this isn't meant to be a risque scene - she needs to be unclothed to show us her damage. So the crack is arranged to cover the breasts and make the scene work to organically highlight what its supposed to. It does double duty, and that is a sign of good directing.
Now, what isn't a sign of good directing is the entirety of the somber tone is undone by the following scene being a classic someone-walks-in-oh-no-I'm-naked moment and you get some minor but full-on fanservice...but its anime, its gotta hit its quota, whatever. And I will credit the show that jumping between comedic and extremely serious is what it does on the daily, it is being consistent here.
Yet it turns out I was a little bit wrong on the double-duty thing; this is more like triple duty. Because we learn in episode 2 that our girl Kiruko kindof isn't a girl - she is dysphoric:
There was even additional events during that original bathroom scene that suggested this too, so the foreshadowing intent is clear. Now I really like that original shot - the cracked mirror now cleaves his actual body, a split to mirror his own fractured identity. The fact that it downplays the sex organs is probably just a coincidence due to the others factor mentioned, but it still works thematically even better now!
But before you scramble to tune in to watch this egg hatch, its not what is going on here. This is an apocalyptic sci fi story, and Kiruko is actually Haruki, the brother of Kiruko, who died in a monster attack and had his fading brain swapped into Kiruko's body for mysterious reasons. Haruki/Kiruko is now questing to figure out the mystery of how that happened and why his sister died while he was saved. Its a dysphoria born of aberrant circumstances over identity.
Now that isn't the slam dunk it might come off as - using ~plot dynamics to create a new context for metaphorically exploring a real-life issue is a classic technique. It allows distance from the petty minutias of reality to apply focus on the author's own interests, allows the author to push boundaries intellectually with their creative freedom, and generally allows people who don't experience the issue in real life to relate via making the experience more universal. A show could absolutely do some interesting stuff with how someone copes with a body swapped and sex-swapped reality.
Here however is where genre rears its head; its just not going to do that. With its action-comedy premises and modern shounen-adjacent sensibilities (even if it is Seinen), its not interested in that kind of story. The premise reveals that - the 'origin story' for Haruki's swap is all about violence, betrayal, mystery, revenge. These concepts externalize the problem, placing the cause of them in other people and therefore the *resolution* of the problem in the hands of external interactions. I'm not saying there will be no complications, and hey, its episode 3, maybe I will be wrong! But when you have scenes like her male travel partner having his confession shot down this matter-of-factly:
To me all signs point to this being a plot device for drama or even comedic shenanigans than a vehicle for metaphorical identity & gender explorations.
Not helping is I looked into interviews with the author Masakazu Ishiguro, and while I find a little bit on gender exploration I what mainly found was a whole segment on his brother-sister complex, which really makes you think that might be the greater focus for the show.
This may came off as harsh, and its a critique for sure, but overall I am enjoying Heavenly Delusion's great art & character designs, fun setting, and mystery plot. I am just saying that the mirror shot I was so fond of is likely not going to deliver thematically on the meaning its directing imbued it with, which is disappointing to me.
But maybe we will at least get some fun genderbending flirting with the main duo along the way!
(We won't, sigh, this isn't even a good translation, HaruKiri is using the word bishounen, which you wouldn't translate as good-looking, its more specific - 'getting that pretty-boy look young girls favor', something like that. The tone is way more specific, and therefore less flattering. Anyway...)
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