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slugtranslation-hypmic · 3 years

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Opinions on the new fits for the characters? (Cus oh boy we got some… interesting outfits this time)

Oh baby you know I have opinions in spades

Ichirou - Maybe I'm just desensitized to bad outfits at this point, but I don't hate the Buster Bros clothing with every fiber of my being. If it wasn't for the hole in his pants and his awful golden collar, I'd wear this. If he pulls the hood up, he's doing an Among Us cosplay, but that's something we just all have to live with.

Jirou - At this point, I've seen probably several hundred Japanese men on Twitter wearing Jirou's exact outfit, so I don't feel like I have room to complain. He's prepared in case a sudden game of Capture the Flag breaks out.

Saburou - It could be worse. The way they're styling his hair is pretty cute, gets that nice innocent kid look. (This is, of course, a trap. Saburou can roast harder than anyone.) I feel like Ichirou bought him this outfit, as I can't picture Saburou with this much style sense on his own.

Samatoki - It's shocking, but Samatoki actually looks good and not like a fucking dork for once. I'm impressed.

Juuto - The impression I get of this man is that he's a father of three children between the ages of 2 and 7 (Samatoki, Riou, and Nemu, probably) who takes them all hiking even though they complain that their feet get sore, and he has no less than 4 bicycles hanging upside down in some room of his house. He shops at Whole Foods to buy shit like asparagus water, and worst of all, he actually drinks it. He gets his wife scented candles from independent sellers off of Etsy for their anniversary. There is a homemade kombucha setup in their kitchen and that, along with the artisan beer he buys from local breweries that all feature 2 dogs and more bikes hanging from the ceiling, makes up a sizable portion of his daily calorie intake. His biggest political concerns all revolve around the legalization of weed, and he's almost certainly a software developer.

Riou - He's repurposing a military grade parachute, and good for him. When I was talking to MC Mad Lion about this, she says it's his work from home uniform. I'm not exactly sure how a soldier can work from home, so this is probably the outfit he uses to go play Call of Duty with Saburou. I'm getting unspeakable "older teenage white boy from the PS2 era" vibes from this man.

Ramuda - I'm angry because this is close enough to the things I wear that I want to wear this. Yeah, I know I said I'd wear the parrot outfit, but that was more out of a sense of defeat and feeling like I had to compromise with Hypmic on something. But I'd actually wear this. I legit want that shirt and am angry that it doesn't exist. The flaps in the shorts are stupid af but that shirt? Balling. Love that arrow thing.

Gentarou - Man's doing a Howl from Howl's Moving Castle cosplay, and good for him. I think he's had enough of Hypmic and is trying to audition for MahoYaku or something. Best of luck, my man.

Dice - I'm fairly certain Ramuda bought this for him from the same store Samatoki shops at. It's pretty decent, if you're into obnoxious prints. I feel like he, Samatoki, and Hifumi are about to go on vacation together. (New ARB event when?)

Jakurai - In my constant search for the comfiest fit possible, I would have been into this if it wasn't for the collar. But this implies he's still wearing a nice, formal outfit underneath the tunic thing. Maybe this is simply a commentary on Jakurai's inherent reservation but either way, I don't like it. What is the POINT if you are not drowning in soft fabric? Smfh.

Hifumi - I feel like if I saw this in real life, I would instantly assume the wearer was a douchebag, gay, or both, but since this is Hifumi, who is in the company of some really awful outfits and also gay by default, I don't think I mind it.

Doppo - So you know how when you take all the clothes off a cloth doll that its torso and crotch are covered by this sorta nondescript pink cloth instead of any kind of body parts? That's what Doppo reminds me of. They declothed Dollpo and then stuck normal shirt sleeves on him. He's got that same shit going as Jakurai but even worse. I am begging KR to stop.

Sasara - He's a lesbian.

Roshou - Okay, I can dig this one. Again, I feel like it's because there's so much else going on to the immediate left, but it's simple and fairly elegant. This is his Grindr profile picture when he made an account after Dotsuitare Hompo broke up for the first time. In his bio, he put, "DON'T break the ice with a joke. No funny business allowed."

Rei - He looks like he owns a carnival game that is 100% rigged and is secretly involved in some evil plot in a children's chapter book, so this outfit is really in character for him.

Kuukou - Okay, I do like all the BAT clothes. I wouldn't wear them, but they're dope. This is a fairly feminine outfit, but Kuukou's rocking it. Good for you, you crazy bitch!

Juushi - Likewise with Kuukou's, this is pretty feminine, but that actually suits Juushi well. Again, this all looks nice. There's nothing wrong with it for once. I think I like this more than his default clothes.

Hitoya - Besides looking disturbingly like a cross between a butch lesbian and an 80-year-old spinster from the 1950s, this all looks good. I think he borrowed Roshou's glasses, but that's chill too, as home boy doesn't need them to see anyway. I definitely like this more than his default clothes.

#not a translation #asks #hypmic asks

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beelspillowpet · 3 years

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The Boys Reacting to MC Telling Someone Off!

You go, MC! You don’t take shit from anyone!!

The scenario is that some stranger is being racist/ homophobic/ sexist/ transphobic towards you, and you SNAP!

Note: In Belphie’s prompt you can still be Gender Neutral, but I had to imagine AMAB for it’s contents. Forgive me!

Lucifer

Lucifer was walking you home from RAD. You stayed a little late after the meeting to finish up a bit of homework. On the walk home, a car pulled and started driving at your walking pace, howling suggestive obscenities at you.

How rude. Didn’t these lowlifes know that it’s disrespectful to catcall? He grits his teeth angrily, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. Poor you, you must be so uncomfortable.

Not. You stop in place, which causes them to slam on the breaks of their car. Before they can start asking for your number or to get in the car with you, you go off. You’re much more reserved with your voice, but your tone is frightening. Lucifer hearing you be so eloquent in describing what you’d do to them if they ever bothered you again was not something he expected he’d enjoy hearing. But here he is.

Pride? UP! It seems you got some backbone in you, threatening demons like that. He’s glad you are adjusting to life in the Devildom so well.

Mammon

You and Mammon were enjoying your time at the casino. He usually goes alone but this time you managed to convince him to come with you.

The dealer at your table has been giving you both shifty eyes for a while now. Mammon’s luck is just getting worse and worse. He doesn’t seem to entirely notice it yet, blind through his frustrations, but you pick it apart quickly. The dealer is intentionally giving you both bad hands.

You nudge Mammon at the start of another round. His eyes follow yours to the dealer and suddenly he’s watching them like a hawk. After that round was lost, he’s about to pop a gasket.

Seeing Mammon angry wasn’t anything new, but the expression on his face made his anger contagious. He slammed the cards down on the table and went off before a word left Mammon’s mouth. he watched you with such passion, calling the dealer out. Needless to say, he’s glad you tagged along with him that night.

Leviathan

You both were at an Anime Convention. You decided to cosplay as one of Leviathan’s favorite characters from an anime you both picked up recently.

You both were enjoying your time there, taking photos, and shaking hands with other cosplayers and fans. You even got a few gifts as a thank you for some of the photos.

It was when one of the “fans” came up and asked for a photo that the problem started. They put their arm around you, and leaned in uncomfortably close. Levi watched from where he sat as the two of you began to take the photo. He heard a racial slur uttered from the fan and nearly lunged at them to attack.

What stopped him however was you, shoving them away and shouting about how disrespectful and unfunny that was. Levi watched with glee, his Henry being so brave in the face of bullies! Afterwards, he asked if you were alright, and treated you to a nice lunch away from all the noise.

Satan

You and Satan were both enjoying your time at a cat café. He seemed particularly invested in a kitten that curled up at his foot and was now purring. A grouchy older woman seemed irritated that a man was so emotionally invested in a kitten.

Satan was used to these comments. He learned by now to ignore them, and didn’t seem bothered by it at all. He was much more occupied petting the sweet kitten, who he almost wanted to take home with him had Lucifer not banned him from keeping pets.

You on the other hand, were not having it. You turned in your seat to the older woman and asked what her problem was. This caught Satan off guard, who figured up until now you were ignoring her too. Apparently not.

Things escalated and the woman, feeling threatened, decided to leave on her own accord. Pride wasn’t his sin, but to say he wasn’t proud of you for standing up for him nonetheless was very much appreciated. At least he knew he could count on you.

Asmodeus

You and Asmo were at a huge party in town. There were some party-goers who were extremely drunk, and weren’t very fond of Asmo’s dress matching with yours. They commented specifically about how men shouldn’t be wearing dresses.

Asmo has dealt with people like this before, so he’s quick to ignore their comments. Arguing has only made these sorts of situations more stressful for him, and it’s not like he cares too much about what disgusting people think of him. He’s assured of his beauty by thousands, he doesn’t care what bad apples have to say!

You, on the other hand, do. And Asmo loves you for it. You immediately slam the breaks on whatever you were doing, turn to the two drunk party-goers, and yell at them that if they don’t like the way Asmo dresses, they should just leave. Asmo is loved by many humans, demons, and even angels, and no one loves people who treat others with no respect based on how they dress.

The argument goes on for just a bit longer before the drunkards are escorted out. Asmo has never been happier in his life. You didn’t need to, but you stood up for him. And even confirmed for him that yes- the world loves him for who he is and what he does. He’s sure to go all out (as if he was ever holding back) on the dresses, skirts, and bows now more than ever, thanks to you!

Beelzebub

You and Beelzebub were are Ristorante Six, enjoying a meal together. It had been a long day after Beel’s game and he was starving. More than usual. He casually ordered at least five of everything on the menu.

It’s not like you were just barely eating yourself. You had gone through a few plates as well, unashamed of how much food you were able to put away. it was nothing compared to Beel, but he liked that you weren’t afraid to go all out on food as well!

HOWEVER, one disgruntled couple a few tables down did not seem fond of that. You heard a few comments here and there about your “piggish” behavior. Beel seemed to notice and was quite irritated about what he was hearing. He even stopped eating at certain points to be sure he was hearing right.

He was about to throw something at them in a fit of rage before you stopped him. You spun around in your chair and shot the couple a menacing glare. When you spoke, you were firm and terrifying, telling them to mind their own business and move away if they can’t handle you enjoying yourself with your favorite demon. Beel never seemed so happy to hear you standing up so firmly for yourself.

Belphegor

You and Belphie were waiting at the bus stop. You both wanted to get home as soon as possible to get some well needed rest after a long day at RAD. Absentmindedly, you sat in Belphie’s lap and he wrapped his arms around you. You couldn’t help but notice the disgruntled person who was also waiting at the bus stop with you.

Belphie wasn’t having that shit. Instantly was ready to pop off the second he realized that person had a problem with you in his lap. He snarled, showing his clear frustrations.

You stopped him calmly, by patting the top of his head and shushing him. He gave a mild complaint, but you continued to silence him, telling him that it was alright. You’ll handle this. He wasn’t sure what you meant until you stood up, and grabbed the person,

You were telling them that if they’ve got a problem with you and Belphie, then at least be brave enough to be more vocal about how much of an idiot they are. Your relentless tirade went on until the bus arrived, and by then the person was afraid of getting on the bus with you. Belphie was glad he had you to call his.

#obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #om!#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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2manyfandoms2count · 3 years

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Love you (not) - Chapter 2

Cheating a little today because I couldn't think of a way to fit a Ghibli AU in the fic. Anyway, thanks to @marichatmay for finally making me watch some Ghibli classics, aka Kiki's delivery service and Howl's Moving Castle. They'd been on my watchlist for far too long!

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 2: In which Chat Noir and Marinette struggle to hold a conversation without flirting

Chat Noir doubted that he’d ever laughed as much as he’d laughed during his lunch at the Dupain-Chengs. Marinette’s parents had just been so warm and welcoming, that he’d started to wonder if the relationship Marinette and her parents had was extraordinary, or if his vision was simply skewered by his father’s absence. He’d come to the conclusion that it was probably a bit of both; he remembered having fun with his mother as well, but there was something truly special about the way Marinette relaxed in this environment.

He doubted that he’d ever seen her so carefree (between bouts of almost fake embarrassment when Tom’s jokes got too bad for her taste; she kind of shared Ladybug’s facial expression when it came to those) in the relatively short time they’d known each other. He really appreciated her letting him see this part of her, and letting him into her family and her happiness.

This was why, after lunch was over and he really should have been heading home to study up on his Chinese, he’d accepted Marinette’s suggestion to stay a little longer, given the rain that was still pouring outside. There was just something about the prospect of spending more time with Marinette that warmed his heart; and, thinking about it, what harm could a couple more hours do? They’d hang out a bit, Marinette would probably realise that she’d been in love with an image more than with him all this time, and they would part ways as friends at the end of the day. Easy.

Alas, the plan had started to crumble the moment they’d decided to watch a movie together. Tom and Sabine had gone to take a nap after the copious meal (Tom really had gone all out on the courses), and he and Marinette had been left awkwardly standing around, twiddling their thumbs as they tried to figure out what to do.

Chat had spotted Marinette’s Howl’s moving castle DVD under the TV stand as his gaze wandered around the room, and he’d commented that it had been a while since he’d watched it. Marinette had jumped on the occasion, relieved that an idea had been handed to her.

She’d set up the movie and then had sat on one end of the couch, while Chat Noir sat on the other. So far, so good.

Things had started getting difficult when Sophie had entered Howl’s castle, and Marinette, whether by empathy or pure coincidence, had felt a draft and had moved to the angle of the couch - closer to him, although they were still far enough apart that he couldn’t consider it making a move - to escape it.

When that didn’t work to make her feel warmer, she’d whipped a blanket out of seemingly thin air and wrapped herself comfortably in it.

By that point, despite his supposedly thermal suit, Chat Noir had also started feeling cold, and had scooted a little closer so he could slide his feet under a corner of the blanket that wasn’t tucked under his friend. Marinette had then spotted his apparent discomfort, and before he knew it, he was buried under the blanket with her, and although there was still space between them, their shoulders definitely knocked against each other if they moved a bit.

The movie had been captivating enough that neither of them had focused too much on that fact while they watched the plot unfold, but Marinette was suddenly very aware of their situation when the credits started rolling. She wasn’t sure how to get out of it without her partner feeling pushed away, but supposed that sparking a conversation would probably help.

“So…” She turned towards him, stretching a little as she did so and seizing the opportunity to move a little further away from him. "Have you seen many Ghibli movies?" She cringed slightly at the question. Her social skills really seemed to have taken the day off.

"Yep," Chat said with a proud smile. "In fact, I think I've seen them all!"

"Oh, neat!" Marinette smiled, trying to find a good follow-up question. “Erm... so, who do you think you’d be in the Ghibli universe, then?”

He paused to think about it, a pensive pout on his lips, adjusting the blanket around him to close the gap her movement had allowed to form as he did. “That’s a very good question, to which I don’t have an answer.” He shrugged. Suddenly, all the characters he'd ever related to seemed to have evaded him; one character stood out as he looked at Marinette, though, and he supposed it was good enough to keep the conversation going. “You, on the other hand, would totally be Kiki.”

Marinette crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. “That’s just because I’m small, I have black hair, and I hang out with a talking cat.”

“You wound me, Purr-incess. Those are very superficial arguments.” Chat’s hand flew briefly to his chest, before he realised she wouldn’t see it under the blanket. “Those are some good points, but I actually thought that because you live above a bakery and you sometimes work there, you’re kind of clumsy... In a cute way, don’t worry!” He added quickly when he saw her roll her eyes, before widening his own as he realised what he’d just said. He felt his cheeks warm up under his mask. Marinette looked away, pink dusting her cheeks. So much for keeping things entirely platonic. This wasn’t sending the right message at all. “...And you’re always willing to help people, generally with pretty original plans.” He concluded after clearing his throat.

Marinette and Kiki also shared strong first opinions, he didn’t add. He hadn’t been scorned as long as Tombo had in the movie, granted, but he felt a certain connection to the boy nonetheless, probably because they both also shared a liking for clowning around. He couldn’t say anything about it without revealing too much, though; and he wasn’t sure that comparing himself to a character who had a crush on the character he was comparing her to would be a very good idea.

“So actually, I guess I would be Jiji, then. After all, as you said, I am a talking black cat.”

“You’re a little more than that, though.” Marinette snorted. “I actually think you’d make a fine Howl; you have this protector instinct, even though you seem to like putting yourself in danger - don’t think I don’t read the Ladyblog.” She shot him a pointed look. “But you’re also just both kind and generous, you know?And you obviously have a penchant for justice.”

Chat Noir felt his heart flutter in his chest at the compliments. Marinette really was too nice.

“Also, I guess you do look like him. If you let your hair grow, you really could pull off his cosplay.” She looked at him, head tilted as she started imagining what kind of outfit she could make for him.

“Is that you saying I’m handsome?” Chat waggled his eyebrows, before freezing. He needed to stop sounding this flirty with Marinette. It would just feed her hope, and that simply couldn’t do. He needed to make it clear to her that she was just a friend.

“I mean… it’s not like you’re unpleasant to look at…” Marinette trailed off, before realising what she’d said. She cleared her throat. “But whatever, will you just stop hogging the blanket?” She pulled on her side of it, hoping she could cover her blush with it somehow.

“I’m not! It’s just too small for us both!” Chat tucked his side under him so she wouldn’t take it.

“Fine then, I’ll just have to move closer to you,” Marinette said, looking him straight in the eye.

“Fine by me,” Chat Noir said in spite of himself, part of him screaming that it would have been the perfect excuse to say something about not liking her that way, or even to leave.

“Fine.” Marinette scooted as close to him as possible. Their bodies touched from the shoulder to their feet. What am I doing? She thought as she registered that fact. This is not how I'd seen the day going at all. “Erm… Want to watch something else on Netflix?” She added, thinking it could only make things less weird.

“Sounds good to me!” Chat gulped next to her. He told himself he'd stay a little more to defuse the slight awkwardness, but promised himself to tell her how he felt before crossing her door to go home. “Maybe we could watch Kiki’s delivery service , since we were talking about it?”

“Sure.”

The pair only got through part of the movie; Tom and Sabine emerged from their room for tea before they’d even reached the halfway mark, and as much as Chat Noir was tempted to stay for the macarons, the excuse to get back was just too good. It would probably be a miracle if Nathalie hadn't already come up to his room to check on him, and if she hadn't he was probably due a visit at any moment. Sabine insisted that he took some leftovers back with him, and he was so touched by the attention that the one thing he’d promised himself he’d do slipped his mind.

He was halfway home when he realised it; he'd been so preoccupied by thanking her parents and her, that he'd forgotten to talk to Marinette one last time, to tell her not to get her hopes up.

Guess I'll have to go back sometime next week, then, he sighed as he popped a macaron into his mouth. Oh, well.

#in retrospect i could have made marinette compare herself to sophie for the crush parallel #oh well #marichat may #marichat may 2021 #miraculous ladybug #the miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #ml #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #marichat #marinette dupain-cheng #chat noir #day 2: ghibli au #elle writes #love you (not)

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shuadotcom · 3 years

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Convention Crush | KNJ

➛ Summary: You’re spending your first anime convention alone, in one half of a couple’s cosplay, until you meet a new group of friends and your other fictional half. ➛ Pairing: Namjoon x Gender Neutral!Reader ➛ Genre: Fluff, slice of life ➛ Rating: PG ➛ Warnings: Like two curse words but nothing else ➛ Word Count: 1.7k ➛ A/N: For BHQ’s Anime Club Event! Thank you @nightowls388 for the prompts! 💚

nightowls388 said: Carese darling!! May I has Namjoon in spirited away with dialogue prompt 10 please :D

The hotel is loud and bustling with life as you walk through the doors. A group of teenagers dressed as various Naruto characters runs past you, arms back and backs bent in classic “Naruto run” stance. You weave through a group of My Hero Academia cosplayers to the registration table to get your convention pass.

Once the lanyard is around your neck, you beeline for the hotel’s attached Starbucks. You’ll need the caffeine if you want to survive your first anime convention alone. You’re supposed to be here with your best friend, but Jungkook decided to catch the flu two days ago. The four-day pass was non-refundable, and you weren’t about to lose out on $70 that you barely had to begin with. So, here you are, alone in a sea of over-excited cosplayers and exhausted parents, in one half of a couple’s costume, not even sure where to begin.

“Hi!” A group of teenagers dressed in various Studio Ghibli cosplays approaches you as you head to the escalator for the main convention floor. “You’re Chihiro, right?” A girl dressed as Princess Mononoke asks, gesturing to your pink bathhouse uniform.

“I am.” You offer a nervous smile, unsure where this is going.

“Can we take a picture with you?! We don’t have anyone from Spirited Away in our group!”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” They all crowd around you, squishing you between a Howl and a Kiki as they get a passerby to take a picture of you all. As soon as the camera shutter goes off a few times, they all thank you in a rush and are gone just as quickly, sprinting up the escalator and disappearing into the crowd.

Still reeling from how fast-paced the interaction was, you finally step onto the escalator and fish the convention schedule from your backpack to scan the upcoming events. An ask the cast panel for Demon Slayer could be interesting, not that you’re sure what that consists of, but that’s one of your favorite anime and you have to start somewhere.

Too absorbed in the schedule, you don’t notice the group of men crossing in front of you at the same time you step off the escalator until you bump into one of them, dropping the pamphlet.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you reach down to grab the dropped paper, luckily still clutching your coffee safely to your chest.

“No problem, I got it,” One of the men bends at the same time as you and picks your pamphlet up. It’s not until you really look at him that you notice the black bob wig, blue pants, and white Haori.

“Oh! You’re Haku!”

He flashes you a dimpled smile as he takes in your outfit. “And you’re Chihiro. What are the odds.” You share a laugh, both of your hands grasping either side of the pamphlet longer than is probably necessary.

“Ahem.” A throat clear next to you has you both snapping out of the moment you share, remembering the other people he’s with. You make eye contact with a grey-haired man wearing the signature volleyball costume from Haikyuu. Checking the number on his jersey, you deduce he’s dressed as Sugawara. “This is a super cute moment and all, but the AMV contest starts in like fifteen minutes, and we need to get good seats. You can come with us if you want.” He proposes the last part to you.

“Ah, well I was going to go to an ask the cast panel.” Haku, Sugawara, and the other two men with them dressed as Ash Ketchum and Eren Yeager all give you the same pointed look.

“Is this your first anime convention?” Haku asks.

“Yes...how did you know?”

“No one who comes to these things often would ever put themselves through an ask the cast panel. It’s just a bunch of high schoolers being loud and obnoxious, pretending to be the characters. Total shit show.” Sugawara says matter of factly. “Were your friends really gonna have you suffer through that?”

“I’m actually here alone.” The four of them share a look before Haku turns back to you.

“That means you have to hang out with us. We can’t let you fall into any first-timer traps.” He shoots you another smile that’s all dimples, and you feel your pulse quicken. Even under the wig, he’s the most attractive man you’ve seen all day. Maybe even all your life.

“Okay.” You may have just met these men, but you don’t have any internal alarm bells going off about spending time with them. Your possible blooming crush on Haku aside, you don’t feel any negative vibes.

“Now that that’s settled let’s go! I’m not sitting in the back of the room for the contest!” Sugawara takes the lead as you all fall in line and follow him to one of the main meeting rooms.

As the day wears on, you’re more than happy that you decided to spend your time with your new friends instead of wandering alone, letting the four of them take you to various panels that they deem worthy of your time. Haku, whom you now know as Namjoon, is nothing but sweet to you all day. He explains that he and his friends have been going to anime conventions since high school, and now that they’re all seasoned college students, they still make it a point to attend. He mentions that he’s dressed as Haku because Jin, his roommate who’s the most handsome Erin Yeager you’ve witnessed at the convention, was supposed to be Chihiro but backed out last minute for the “cooler” cosplay instead.

Sugawara, who you find out is named Yoongi, is roommates with the fourth member of the quartet, Hoseok, dressed as a very compelling Ash Ketchum. When you compliment him, he flashes you the biggest, sunniest smile you’ve ever laid eyes on. After the AMV contest, they take you to a History of Horror in Manga discussion, much to Hoseok’s constant complaints. Around lunchtime, the five of you leave the hotel and cross the street to look for food. After Jin and Hoseok argue over sushi versus burgers they ultimately have you choose. You opt for chicken, much to everyone’s delight.

Out of everyone, you find yourself talking more one on one to Namjoon, finding out you have quite a few things in common. You both share a love for music and nature and are plant parents, although you tend to kill more plants than keep them alive. Namjoon promises he’ll give you tips on keeping your plant babies alive and grins at you for what feels like the fiftieth time of the day. Each time, your stomach does somersaults, and you feel your skin heat up.

At the end of the night, as you’re all leaving the 18+ Bad Fanfiction Reading panel, you almost don’t want to part ways.

“We can’t let you leave without getting your number!” Jin shoves his phone into your hands, demanding you put your digits in. The other men do the same, with Namjoon being last, hand shaking as he presents his phone. A series of four beeps come through on your phone, signifying the text messages from the group.

All of you are staying upstairs in the hotel rooms, so together, you head for the guest-only elevators as Yoongi announces the panels and events he’s planning for you all to go to tomorrow. Hoseok makes it a point to say that you’re included and that you’re now friends, therefore you have no choice but to spend the rest of the convention with them. Of course, you don’t object and agree to meet them downstairs tomorrow morning.

Your room is on the 8th floor, while their rooms are on the 10th, so you reach your floor first. Preparing to say your goodbyes for the night, you step out of the elevator and send a wave, but before the doors close, Namjoon is shoved out beside you.

“Joon will walk you to your room!” Hoseok calls as the doors close.

“Yeah, we’ll see you in a few, Namjoon!” Yoongi adds, then the doors are shut, and the elevator keeps going up.

Namjoon scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, please lead the way. I’ll make sure you get to your room, okay.”

Feeling nervous yourself, you simply nod as he follows you the short distance to your room.

“This is me,” you move to the door, and you both stop in front of it. Seconds tick by with the two of you staring at one another while you try and come up with something to say.

“Today was great,” Namjoon says at the same time you do, making both of you chuckle. “Sorry, go ahead first.”

“I just wanted to say thank you for inviting me along with you all today. I had a lot of fun and didn’t think I could’ve done so if I was by myself.”

“Really?” Namjoon says, looking surprised. “I thought we would’ve been a little too high energy for you. You really had a good time? Today made you happy?”

“Yes. I am happy. Because I was able to meet someone like you.” You blurt the latter part out and watch as his eyes widen and a dark shade of red blossoms over his cheeks.

“I, uh, I’m glad you feel that way. I’m really happy I was able to meet someone like you too.” Namjoon’s eyes dart down to your lips momentarily before he lets out a cough. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning. Make sure to meet us downstairs at ten on the dot. If you’re late, Jin will probably nag you for the rest of the convention.” He hesitates momentarily, then reaches out to pull you into a hug. You instantly melt in his hold, inhaling the warm cinnamon scent of whatever Namjoon’s got on.

Your grip on his waist tightens at the same time his arms around your shoulders do. You’re not sure who pulls away first, but reluctantly, you do release each other. Namjoon gives you another goodbye, and then he’s shuffling down the hallway and back towards the elevator.

Once he’s around the corner, you let yourself into your room, his scent still in your nose, and the feeling of his toned arms around you still lingering. How you managed to run into a great group of friends on the first day, you don’t know, but you’re not about to question it. The only thing you worry about is how you can make your cosplay planned for day two as cute as possible, now that you’ve got someone to impress.

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All the uneven numbers for Seph.

Thank you so much for the ask, dear! And what an interesting angle to go about it; I’ll gladly illuminate you a little bit more on Persephone!

What makes them laugh?

I’d wager a great deal of things; being the sort of outgoing and laid-back person she is, I think Persephone would laugh a lot and laugh very loudly. She wouldn’t be too shy to wheeze so hard she’s left dabbing her eyes, nor would she hold back practically howling with raucous laughter in response to a joke. Perhaps to the annoyance (and disdain) of her more reserved classmates.

As to what would make her laugh, though, I think a good amount of her humour would be around cheesy wordplay. At least, those are the jokes I could see her cracking herself most of the time. I also think that whatever the equivalent of vines are in the Twst universe would make her laugh. Short, punchy, instant pay off as opposed to long jokes that require more build up. Sheer absurdity probably especially gets her. Picture the lawnmower vine; she’d be shrieking.

Persephone probably also follows Cater on Magicam.

What song would they sing on Karaoke night?

I think if she’s in a particularly confident mood, Say So by Doja Cat with a certain lyric redacted, of course.

If she isn't, I could see Baby Can I Hold You by Tracy Chapman as a more sombre song for her to sing.

Where do they see themselves in five years?

Hopefully, a permanent resident of Twisted Wonderland with her own little florist shop. Persephone longs for independence and freedom from her sheltered life under the smothering rule of her mother, so to have a business of her own is the perfect balance of freedom and personal responsibility that she craves.

Persephone would likely make most of her money by growing plants that are commonly used as ingredients in potions by the more alchemically inclined residents, but I could see her also offering bouquets for special occasions and holidays as well.

No doubt she would go off on long tangents about the symbolism attributed to each particular plant, how they’re cultivated and their many uses (the intended purpose of their purchase aside) and how best to care for them with as much bright-eyed enthusiasm as ever. She might also find herself softly conversing with the tiny potted succulents tucked to one side of her desk during particularly quiet periods of the workday.

What’s the longest time they’ve gone with no sleep?

I could see Persephone having snuck out of the house until the late hours and then realised, “Shit, I had homework” and then pulled an all-nighter to get it finished in time for school in the morning. So that’s a solid day or two!

Since she came to Twisted Wonderland, however, her sleep has become more regular.

What’s the wildest thing they’ve done for their S/O?

Idia isn’t exactly the most outgoing person out there, so I can’t see him trying to pull her into anything too crazy. However, I think something she’d do that would take him off guard would be cosplaying one of his mains from one of the many games he plays. I’m sure he has at least one cute female avatar that he uses. She wouldn’t say anything about it; Persephone would just happen to notice it when he’s playing one time.

Then one day - perhaps after he excitedly announces a special event going on in that particular game - she offers to come join him for a marathon of it and arrives in full cosplay, much to Idia’s surprise and embarrassment. She refuses to return to her dorm and change, so the poor boy’s game is terribly off for how distracted and mortified he is…

Who was their first crush?

Persephone is a pretty outgoing person; I think she would have definitely had a crush on someone before Idia back in her own world. A boy in one of her middle school classes - it never really went anywhere, as middle school romances rarely do. At most, the two of them probably held hands on their way to the school bus and feelings faded once the summer had come and gone.

As she got older, her mother became even more protective of her, especially as she started developing into a young lady, due to her own paranoia. Persephone wasn’t really allowed to socialise - nor could she sneak out of the house enough times - to form a close, interpersonal, romantic relationship besides crushes from a distance. She probably had a crush on a few girls at school in her home world, but nothing ever really came of them.

What animal would they pick if they had to describe themselves as an animal?

My first instinct was to answer with doe, since Persephone is based on the goddess of spring, and female deer tend to be more active in the springtime. However, I don’t know if Persephone herself would see herself in one. Indeed, aside from sharing an association with new life and springtime, Persephone doesn’t really suit the usual skittish and docile traits that most attribute to deer.

So then, I thought in terms of assisting the growth of flowers, which sent me onto bees. But then, I remembered the social hierarchy of bees. Didn’t really think Persephone would vibe with it.

Then I thought, perhaps butterflies? They too pollinate plants after undergoing metamorphoses, breaking out of a shelter to become their realised selves.

But then I realised that those are insects and not animals. XD Perhaps I’m putting a bit too much thought into this…

How would they spend weekends?

Persephone can go either way when it comes to weekends. She likes to go out and be social, organising group outings with her friends. Usually, it’s outdoorsy stuff. Hiking, camping, trips to a botanical garden. She also enjoys going to theme parks and attending concerts. If Persephone could drag Idia along, she would even consider going to a gaming convention just to see his eyes light up at all the cool new tech and merch.

However, extraverted she may be, everyone needs to take a breather and have time to themselves every now and again. Some weekends she’ll barely respond to messages and just enjoy idly spending her time gardening, reading and listening to music, just decompressing from the events of the week in general. In a world like Twisted Wonderland where the most unusual circumstances can drop without a moment’s notice, you’d need to!

Do they have an item that has a special meaning to them?

Her flower hairpin. Initially, it was just a design choice to try and give her a tiny bit more flavour, but once I fleshed out her backstory a bit more and decided that her parents separated pretty early on in her life, I think it would be nice if it was a present from her father who she rarely ever sees thanks to her mother’s interference. It’s the last connection she has to him, so I think she would be pretty devastated if she lost it or it got broken.

Who are they closest to?

I think Idia, but that would take a long time and a lot of endurance on her part. Idia is not someone who is keen to open up to outsiders, and especially not ones that are (initially) as forceful as Persephone. I think the only way for them to get close is for her to attempt to meet him somewhere in the middle, because forcing the matter - while it might help to kickstart their friendship - it doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s going to aid in its endurance, or its progression into a romantic relationship. I think her trying to meet his needs while also not ignoring her own will ultimately work out for the better in the long term.

Beyond that, I think she would actually be really close with Ace and Deuce.

Ace, I can see her getting off on the wrong foot to start with. There are two very confident and self assured personalities at play and that will likely result in a clash thanks to Ace’s arrogance (and Seph’s refusal to put up with it). However, I think after a situation forces the two to set their differences aside, they’d find equal ground and she’d suggest starting over. Overcoming that initial friction would make their friendship stronger, I think.

As for Deuce, I think the two of them would get along just fine from the start. Though she tries to be patient with him, his more… let’s say “absent-minded” moments can prove to be frustrating for her, even though she knows he means well. That being said, when she finds out that he used to be a delinquent and can and will throw a mean punch, she is absolutely down and ready to kick some ass right along with him. The beating they deliver will be more than worth it when the two (or three, if Ace finds himself caught in the crossfire, which he usually does) end up sitting next to each other in detention as Crowley berates them for the hundredth time.

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Heart of Iron

So sorry for the wait, this chapter was kinda hard to write and I kept getting huge moments of writers block. This chapter is kinda important for the civil war chapter to come. As always i hope you enjoy!! Also who saw the final of Agents of Shield, I cried so hard at the end!!!

Prologue: the beginning Chapter 1: Ophelia Chapter 2: Viper

Chapter 3: Insight

Chapter 4: Agent

January 17th, 2014

You stood waiting on the SHEILD aircraft designated the Bus with Agent Simmons waiting for Fury to arrive with Phil Coulson and his team of agents. After rescuing Simmons and her friend, Fitz you recalled Fury mentioning earlier, you made your way to help bring the rest of Hydra down. Fury was going to continue in his journey and eventually regroup with Hill, but you wanted to stay behind and help Coulson stop the rest of Hydra. Even though you were undercover, the terrible thing you had to do in order to maintain you cover haunt your dreams most nights. “Um, Sorry to bother you but I don’t think I properly introduced myself, I am Gemma Simmons.” You looked towards her to see her hand extended and a small smile on her face. You could see she was nervous, but you couldn’t tell if you or her team being in danger. “I know Fury debriefed me on the way over I’m…” you stopped yourself Hydra was gone yet you hadn’t been Y/N Stark since you took your undercover mission. The longing was still there to reconfirm your identity even after all the time that has passed. The fear of your father finding out you were still alive lurked in the back of your mind yet the demons that followed your undercover name hanged just as heavy. Simmons was still looking at you waiting for your name and you decided no more hiding, “Agent Y/N Stark.” The look of surprise overcame her features and she opened her mouth to begin asking questions as the sound of tires came from the tarmac. Two black SUVs pulled up. You waited as Coulson, a female agent you heard stories of back at your days in the academy, agent Melinda May, another man who you assumed as agent Trip, and a girl Skye the brand-new agent gets out. In the second vehicle you waited as Fury got out. Both Skye and Trip paid you no mind and surged forward to Simmons. Coulson meat your eye as Fury whispered something to him; the flash of recognition was visible in his eyes, yet you have never meet him in person till today. You followed Fury and Coulson up the stairs towards Coulson’s office area as May began the process for takeoff.

January 10th, 2015 - One year later

You had been on the team for a year and had never felt better. Coulson had asked you to help keep watch on Hydra since you had the most experience. The team had taken your past work details extremely well considering your alias, Ophelia Sarkissian was wanted in every major country, yet it had been the knowledge of your real last name that freaked out the others the most. Trip seamed cool about it he kept calling you his commando buddy which you found amusing considering your grandfather wasn’t a howling commando rather a friend of the group. Skye who you had become fast friends with was the most excited as she always had questions whether it was about your father or the Avengers even though you hadn’t been in contact with your father in years and had only meet two of the Avengers. Simmons was a close friend as well since it was your insight and instructions that helped her to maintain her cover within Hydra since it wasn’t clear if the organization knew of your betrayal. Fitz who was still having trouble due to his brain damage was nice, yet you stayed out of the lab as it wasn’t your strong suit even though you grew up in a similar setting. May who you helped with the new recruits since you two had the most experience with the field work and graduated the operations academy. She was still warming up to you, but you could tell that she respected you and trusted you enough to go on missions together. A few other agents had joined the team such as Agent Alfonso Mack who seemed nice enough yet there was an air of mystery to him that you had yet to crack and Lance Hunter who you found charming yet annoying.

You sat in the lounge with both Skye and May waiting for Trip to bring back Simmons after her Identity was soon to be compromised thanks to your recent run in with Rainia. You had volunteered to go and help but Coulson had wanted you to stay at base. “So, what is your favorite memory with Tony Stark. I can only imagine,” came Skye’s voice form across the coffee table at the couch. “Well there are a lot of good memories but my favorite where when he would take me to Stark Industries, and I would sit in his chair in his office and pretend to be in charge.” A wave of nostalgia hit you as began to remember your time with your father. “You miss him, don’t you?” “Sometimes I do but I also think he is better off to think I’m dead. I did a lot of horrible things to keep my cover with Hydra. On the other hand, I would also like to see him in person again. It’s the little things you miss the most, like he used to give the best hugs,” came your reply. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as May stood up and walked behind you patting your shoulder as she walked out to meet up with Coulson. “You know if someone were to say…oh I don’t know that I might have stood outside Stark tower in cosplay I would say they are lying.” Skye’s voice broke you out of your morose thoughts. You started to laugh in way you hadn’t since your academy days. “I don’t know Skye it kind of sounds like you did,” you replied through the laughter. Skye soon joined in, “You know it’s been a while since I had any real friends. I would like to think that you are one of them.” “Well I would be deeply honored to be friends with the great Y/N Stark,” came her reply. You could tell that it meant a lot to say you were both friends since this line of work came with so few. The two of you turned to the door as Tripp walked through. “Dang girl you already started the party without me” “You know it. How did the pickup go?” “Good I got Simmons and another Agent. Apparently, she is Hunters ex-wife, I left as soon as I could,” he replied as he sat down next to Skye. “Damm, do you think I would know her…” You trailed off as a brunette walked into the room arguing with Hunter. “Bobbi? Is that you.” The brunette turn to look at you, a big smile on her face “well, well, well if it isn't Y/N/N Stark.” You got off the couch running towards her for a giant hug both laughing at the sight of each other. Tripp spoke up from the couch, “And how do the two of you know each other?” “We were roommates at the academy,” Bobbi spoke up as you smiled both turning towards him “Yep she was like a big sister to me. You didn’t say you were married to Bobbi Morse,” you looked at hunter as he grabbed a beer out of the fridge nearby. “Oh, sorry I didn’t know the she-devil needed to be named.” Bobbie turned towards you rolling her eyes at his comment. Both of you returned to the couch as Coulson, May and Simmons walked into the room. You gave a brief smile towards her before Coulson began the briefing. “Agent Stark since you know more about Whitehall I would you to run through the information that Simmons has gathered. We need to know what his next order of business is going to be so we can stay ahead. Syke, and May will be running point on the obelisk till we can find it that is our priority one lets get to work.”

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A Day Out: Obey Me! Levi x Reader

*Knock* *knock* *knock*

You open the door to your room, 'no one's there', look around and lying on the floor is a brown box. "Yes! It's here!" You pick and the box and quickly shut your door. Walking over to plop down on your bed you start to open your package and pull off the tape holding it together. Sitting down you empty the box on the bed and start going through the contents of it. "Levi is going to be so surprised!" There's accessories, shoes, outfits and the main thing you were looking for... 2 tickets to the TSL convention in Tokyo. "Eeee! Now I just need to go find Asmo." You throw everything back in the box and head out to Asmo's room.

Once to his room you can barely hold your excitement and just waltz right in without knocking. "Asmooo dearrrr!" You hear a faint, "in the bathroom darling! You're lucky it's you and not one of my idiot brothers. Otherwise you'd be getting a stern talking to about just barging in like you own the damn place. Actually... I might just spank you so you learn a lesson." You walk around the corner, his in the tub. Nothing you haven't seen before so you just continue the conversation.

"Yea ok, maybe later you lusty little demon you, " you joke. "However, right now I need your beauty expertise." You toss a towel in his direction, he catches it before it hits the water.

"Oh, well in that case," he stands up and you turn away. "Oh darling, I get that you have this 'thing' for Levi but you could at least humor me every now and again. Don't be so shy!" He drapes the towel around his waist, "alright, alright head into the bedroom and I'll be right there." You walk on over to his bed and dump the box and lay everything out across the sheets. Asmo walks in dressed in a robe and sits down on the bed eyeing all the accessories and whatnot. "What is all this? Oh those are cute! Is that... NO! You didn't! Sweetie, is that? Is that... oh it is... You bought cosplay outfits! What fun!" Asmo picks up one of the outfits and holds it up to take a better look. "Honestly darling, they're... well ugly," he drops it on the bed. "You could find something... sexier?"

"They're The Lord of Shadow and Henry's outfits from TSL, and actually that's why I came to you," you pick up The Lord of Shadow's out fit and hold it up. "I need your help to alter this a bit for me."

He looks at you quizzically, "Oh? Well Levi is way better at alterations than I am, why don't you just ask him? I'm sure he'd love to..."

You cut him off, "I need you're help to make this one... um, slightly on the more sluttier side. Not like tooooo slutty but just enough to make a certain TSL fan.. yeaaaa. Let's just say I'm hoping this is going to be something Levi will never forget." You blush and hold the outfit up to your body. "I need you to make me completely irresistible, to even the shyest otaku."

Asmo, "Sweetie, I could dress you in sweats and have any man... err, demon for that matter, howling at you like a wolf to the moon. Now, strip down and let's get to work!"

A few hours later and Asmo is finally done. "Tada! Mmhm honey, I could eat you alive! I'll leave that to, well you know," he winks and pushes you in front of the mirror.

"It's perfect Asmo! Thank you!" you turn around and kiss him on the cheek, "do you have a jacket I could borrow? I don't want Levi to see me in this yet."

"I've got the perfect one!" He hands you the jacket and you throw it on, toss the rest of stuff in box and wave at him as you head out the door.

You walk down the hall heading towards Levi's room. 'Oh I better message Diavolo so Barbatos can meet us at the portal.' You love the fact that all you had to do was convince the future demon king that this trip was educational to learn about human pop-culture. He was so interested in what you had to tell him that he insisted you go. 'We'll be there in about 30 minutes. Thank you again!' Send. Now at the door of Levi's room, you knock.

*knock* *knock* "Levi! I got a present for you!" You hear a rustling of what sounds like Levi tripping over boxes, he more than likely purchased recently, as he scrambles to the door.

He throws the door open and eyes you suspiciously. "Why are you wearing a jacket? Are you going somewhere? Wait!? You said you had something for me?"

"Actually we're going somewhere..." you hand him the box. "You can't say no, Diavolo is having Barbatos meet us. Put this on and meet me downstairs in 15 minutes."

"Wait! What!? Diavolo? Barbatos? You're not making sense! Why are we meeting..." you push him in his room and shut the door.

"15 minutes!" You yell through the door, "don't be late or else!"

Levi gulps and looks in the box. He starts to pick through the items and starts to realize, "wait a second... is this... it is! It's Henry's outfit! What is this?" He sees a note at the bottom of the box. 'Stop drooling, put on the clothes and let's go!' Slightly embarrassed he complies and semi-excitedly changes into the Henry cosplay. Not wanting anyone to see him, Levi grabs a jacket, throws it on, peeks out the door and takes off down the hall. You hear him coming around the corner.

"Great! You're here," you look him over, "you're wearing the outfit right?"

Levi, "Yeeess, of course... I didn't really want to find out what 'or else' was... so? Where are we going?" He looked around nervously, he wanted to make sure none of his brothers saw him leave his room.

You grab his hand and head toward the portal, "you'll see!" Barbatos was there waiting to escort you both through. He bowed to the two of you and simply stretched out his hand toward the portal. "Whenever you're ready."

Levi gulped, "where are we going!?" He looked at you with a uneasy smile.

You raise the tickets up next to your cheek, "probably the most nerve-wracking, scariest, make you want to crawl into a hole and die, 'wish I never left my room' place in the three realms, ooorrrrr an otaku heaven. Guess you'll see." You shrug your shoulders, grab his hand and jump into the portal. Levi screaming in your ear, "Nooooooooo I change my miiiind..." as you're both dragged up to the human world.

As the portal light fades, Levi is still squeezing your hand and his eyes shut tight. "What's that sound? It's so noisy, where are we?" He slowly opens his eyes, "Is that? Are we!? Are we in Akihabara? Tokyo? ARE WE IN TOKYO!?" His eyes dart everywhere, "We are! We are, we are, we are! Wait!? What were those tickets you held up?"

You wave the tickets in the air, "you mean theeeese? Oh nothing special." You feather them in front of his face, "just tickets to the TSL convention."

"Tickets.. to.. TSL.. conven...," he looks like he's going to faint. You stand slightly behind him as he starts to fall backwards and push him back up.

"Come on! I figured you'd feel right at home if we popped up in Akihabara. Let's hit up Mandarake to see if they have any figures your missing, one of the maid cafés for lunch and then head off to the convention!" You grab his hand and head off into the crowd. You spend a couple hours shopping and finally finish up at the café. Levi has at least twice as many bags as you do by this point. "Slow down with the shopping Levi, otherwise you won't have any money left to spend at the convention." You look up at one of the many flashing signs and find the time. "We better head off, the doors have already been open for a little over an hour now." You both finally make it to the convention, hand the tickets to the door guy and enter into a whole world of TSL.

Levi has already stripped off his jacket and tossed it into one of the bags. "Thank you so much for this! I really feel like Henry!" a huge smile spreads across his face as he looks toward you. "Aren't you going to take off your jacket? It's starting to get pretty warm in here."

"Oh, yea... um, could you hold the bags for a minute then while I take it off?" you hand him the bags, "oh, and could you turn around?" He gives you an odd look but shrugs it off and turns around. You take off the jacket and tosses it at the back of his head.

"Hey!" he catches the jacket and turns around to face you. His jaw practically falls off. His mouth agape he manages to stutter out, "Lord offfff Shadows," he gets down on one knee, "please allow me to devote myself to your service." His hand is quivering as it reaches up to take yours and gently places a kiss upon it.

"I'm guessing I look ok?," you shyly giggle as he stands up. "Asmo didn't alter this too much, did he?"

"Noooo, you look aamazinnng!" he stands up, you notice something starting to bulge in his pants. "Um... maybe, maybe you should put the jacket back on." He looks around and casually put his hand in his pocket to try to cover what's happening. He starts to notice others staring at you as they walk by. His eyes scan the main entrance, he spots a janitors closet, "actually come with me." He grabs your hand and takes off towards the closet. Checking to make sure no one is watching he opens the door and drags you inside. "Ok we should be safe in here."

"Levi.. why are we in a closet? We're going to miss all the booths and activi..." his mouth is upon yours before you can even finish the sentence. "Mmhmm," your hands drop down to your side and you feel his fingers interlocking with yours. His tongue slowly enters and massages yours, sending shivers down your spine. You feel his hands start to glide up your arms making their way up to your face, cupping it oh so gently as the kiss deepens. You can feel his bulge grow, pressing against you as he slowly backs you up against the wall.

His mouth parts away from yours, "I think we're going to have to go to the next convention." He backs away slightly, "we need to go back home." He runs his hands through your hair, "I'm not letting anyone else see you in that outfit." He buries his face in your neck and starts to leave a trail of soft kisses up to your jaw. "This conversation will continue in my room." He places your jacket back on you and drags you out of the convention center back to the portal.

"Farewell Tokyo, until next time."

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In Due Time Chapter 29: Pajamas

Marinette wakes up at Adrien's place.

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It was still chilly when Marinette woke up the next morning. Squinting against the pale light of her phone, she was surprised to see just how early she’d woken. It wasn’t like her, but now that she was up, she couldn’t bring herself to go back to sleep.

She slipped one foot out of the bed and touched her bare toes against the floor, shivering when she felt the cold wood beneath her feet. Pulling one of the blankets off the bed, she wrapped it around herself and made her way out of the bedroom.

It took her a moment to register it in her groggy state, but when she did, a jolt of energy rushed through her, washing away the tiredness. It was the sound of murmured voices, carried through the hallway she was walking down. They sounded like they were coming from the living room, halfway between her and the bathroom.

Moving slowly, she crept toward the doorway, scanning for anything she could grab and use as a weapon in a moment’s notice. A floorboard creaked underneath her and she froze. The voices had stopped and she cursed, rushing forward and poking her head around the corner.

There was no one there except for one little red bug.

Tikki smiled sheepishly at her from the kitchen counter. “Hello, Marinette.”

“You scared me, Tikki! And you’re lucky Adrien is still asleep - you could have blown my cover, just sitting out in the open like that!” Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to get her heart back under control. She glanced around the room, frowning. “Who were you talking to anyway?”

“Oh, um… myself.”

“...Yourself?”

“Y-yeah, I do that sometimes.” She began to talk more quickly, more panickedly. “You just don’t notice cuz I’m always with you so it’s never to myself!”

“Right… Well, stay of sight, okay? We won’t be here for much longer, I think. The roads should be cleared up in a couple hours.”

“Okay! I’ll do that. Sorry!”

“Well, while you’re here,” Marinette said, sitting down on the couch. “I’ve been thinking…”

“What about?” Tikki floated over to sit on the back of the couch, giving Marinette a curious look.

“About Adrien. And me being Ladybug. I think… I think I’m ready to tell him.”

“Whaaat,” Tikki said, putting her paws to her face. “Are you sure? You haven’t known him for all that long.”

“I know, but I just feel such a strong connection with him.” Her cheeks warmed up a little. “And besides, our relationship is clearly moving pretty quickly. Sooner or later he’s going to start piecing things together, especially if Hawkmoth keeps it up. I got lucky with that first date and him not questioning my lame excuse. Who knows how long he’ll keep taking them at face value?”

“Well, if that’s what you want… Just make sure that you only tell Adrien, okay? I will make a special exception just for him, since I know how much he means to you.”

Marinette smiled and rubbed behind Tikki’s antennae. “Thanks, Tikki. I’m glad you’re taking this so well. I was worried you were going to try to talk me out of it.”

“Let’s just say I have a good feeling about Adrien too.” Tikki giggled, but it was quickly cut off when her antennae twitched. “Something’s wrong.”

“What?”

“I’m… not sure. Maybe something with Hawkmoth?”

Marinette reached for her phone to check the Cat Chat. One of the many services it offered was a twitter feed that kept track of all akuma sightings. And sure enough there was a supervillain loose at this ungodly hour of the morning, someone looking like a steampunk cosplay gone wild. But it was more than that.

At the akuma’s side loped a wolf made of black velvet with red button eyes. She would’ve thought it was cute in a fearsome sort of way if it weren’t for two things - the fact that it was bigger than an elephant and that when it howled it showed off rows and rows of sewing needle teeth, sharp and gleaming by the glow of the streetlights.

“What is that…?” Marinette whispered to herself.

“I’m not completely sure,” Tikki replied. “But I don’t think it was ever human.”

Marinette watched as it ripped up a full grown tree and tossed it. Her lips pressed into a thin line. “We’ve got to do something.”

“But- We need to wait for Chat Noir!”

“This time, we’ll be the ones buying the time. We can’t just let them run rampant across Paris while we wait for chaton to wake up.”

Tikki’s eyes widened and she stammered for a moment before finally saying, “What about Adrien?”

“...I’ll leave a note. I won’t tell him I’m Ladybug, that’s something I need to do in person, but he deserves to know I didn’t just bail on him. Hopefully, he’ll sleep through all this and wake up to a Paris at peace.”

Marinette took a deep breath.

“Tikki, spots on!”

#Miraculous Ladybug #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Tikki #Aged Up AU #MarichatMay2020 #ml fanfiction #my writing #In Due Time

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justaghostingon · 4 years

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How to Woo A Cosplayer

In which Gyrus attempts to woo Tori, only to discover that winning over a cosplayer is harder than it seems.

a roseberry fic for brainstealer on the discord

Read on ao3 here https://archiveofourown.org/works/26017633

Or below the cut

This was all Epsilon's fault, Gyrus thought as he stood bewildered in a cheap paper crown while six strangers in infinitely better-thought-out costumes judged him. Well, not entirely, but he was who Gyrus was going to blame for this situation. Him and his stupid ‘girlfriend’ comments. “Hi!” he gave an awkward little wave. “I’m Gyrus!”

The cosplayers all simultaneously raised an eyebrow, and turned their attention to Tori, who blushed and looked down. A tiny bubble of anger rose in Gyrus’ chest. They didn’t find anyone else to play the part who were they to judge her for her choice, and besides, it wasn’t Tori’s fault he didn’t have a proper costume!

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“Stupid Epsilion,” Gyrus muttered as he hurried down the school hallway, head still reeling from his older brother’s comment about how he couldn’t keep his girlfriend waiting. “What does he know anyways?” Tori was his best friend, it was only natural that they spent a lot of time together. Everything was completely normal.

Except if there really was nothing to Epsilon's comment, why did it keep running circles around his brain? Why couldn’t he get the concept out of his mind? He and Tori were just friends. Friends who ate lunches together and walked to class together, and hung out after school like friends do. All totally normal.

Well, mostly normal. There were moments... Gyrus quickened his pace as he ducked his head. Little things really. When their hands would linger as they passed a drink or a sandwich, where Tori would laugh at one of Gyrus’ terrible science puns and he would suddenly feel on top of the world. As much as Gyrus tried to deny it, those moments didn’t feel the same as when Sylvia’s hand brushed against his or when she laughed along.

Gyrus wasn’t sure what to do with that.

He was so wrapped up in his own worries that he didn’t notice the uneven title of the school until it was too late, and he was careening towards the ground. Gyrus had just enough time to think, this is going to hurt, before someone caught his hand and pulled him back onto his feet.

“Are you okay?” Tori’s worried face appeared over his, and Gyrus felt his cheeks heat up at how close she was. Tori frowned, and placed her free hand on his forehead. “You’re awfully warm.”

“I-I’m fine!” Gyrus stuttered out, then straightened, sending her a warm grin. “Really Tori. I just got distracted.” He gave their still joined hands a squeeze.

Tori seemed to take that as reassurance. She gave a nod and stepped back, letting go of his hand, and Gyrus could feel the warmth leave him. Okay. So maybe he did have a crush. Huh. That was a new feeling. He wondered if he was supposed to feel this fuzzy.

Tori’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure you’re okay Gyrus? You do not seem like your usual self.” Oh no, she’s noticing. What was he supposed to do? Or maybe a better question was, what would Epsilon not do?

“I really am fine,” Gyrus insisted, because Epsilon never let a chance to be dramatic go to waste. He cast around for another, safer topic of conversation that would let his heart stop beating so fast. “Got any plans this Sunday?” He said and instantly regretted it.

Tori froze, a hint of red flushing across her cheeks. Gyrus just had a second to wonder if he just accidentally asked her out, before her face fell. “Aye,” she sighed. “Or at least I did.”

“What’s wrong?” Gyrus asked. He placed a hand on her shoulder, worry overcoming any lingering awkwardness.

Tori bit her lip. “You know of my...hobby. Correct?” She cast him a shy glance.

“You mean the cosplay thing?” Gyrus said, confused as to why she would seem so embarrassed.

“Not so loud!” Tori hissed, placing a hand over his mouth. Gyrus raised an eyebrow and she lowered it with a sigh. “But yes, that.” She pulled an arm close to her chest. “My team and I were supposed to go against the biggest opponent we’ve yet faced, but the girl who played our Queen has gone off to college, and we could not find another to replace her, so we will have to forfeit.”

“That’s horrible!” Gyrus exclaimed. He didn’t know all that much about Cosplay, but he knew that Tori had been working hard and looking forward to this battle for ages.

“Aye,” Tori gave him a half smile, trying to play it off, but Gyrus could read the disappointment in every corner of her face.

And because Gyrus couldn’t bear to see her so upset he said, “Then I’ll be the Queen!” And went ahead and signed his own death warrant.

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Oh that’s right, Gyrus took a deep breath. He was here to support Tori, whatever else Epsilon got him to do be damned. And if he couldn’t do it with costume... He coughed into his hand. “I mean, I am Prince Gyrus, eldest son of the late Queen.” He gave a slight bow, hoping it looked official. “I’ve been away at boarding school, but the Lady Tori,-” he gestured to Tori at his side, “-thought it would be best if I returned to aid you on this mission.”

“That’s right,” Tori stepped forward. “In the unfortunate absence of the late Queen, I felt the time was right to bring him back, so that our kingdom might see that we are strong in this time of crisis!” She thrust her fist in the air, and the room erupted into cheers. Gyrus felt his shoulders sag in relief as Tori seemed to command the crowd.

She shot him a small smile, private and warm across the cheering crowd. And suddenly Gyrus felt a lot better about coming here today.

“Technically, boarding schools were not yet invented...” a boy in the back began, white blond hair shifting as he moved. The blue-haired girl to his right shoved her hand over his mouth.

“Shut up Sir Knox!” She gave Gyrus and Tori a smile, “Sorry about him. He was cursed by a fae a little while ago, and it makes him spout out random things sometimes. I’m Lady Maria.” She added as Knox began to struggle.

“Ummghff,” Knox said, clawing at Maria’s arm, but her grip remained strong.

“Welcome home your highness!” A short boy ran up, hand grabbing Gyrus’ forearm and squeezing as Gyrus stared at him in numb shock. “And might I just say, you’ve grown so big and strong while you were away!” He pulled closer to hug Gyrus’ arm, and Gyrus shifted uncomfortably, heat rising to his head.

“That’s enough Alistair!” Tori grabbed the boy by his collar and threw him bodily across the room. “His highness is off limits!”

“Of course, of course,” Alistair bounced back to his feet, looking none the worse for wear after being thrown. “I know he’s taken! But you can’t blame a guy for admiring such a fine body!” He gave Gyrus a wink.

“Taken?” Gyrus asked, cheeks heating up. He wasn’t taken as far as he knew. At least, not yet. Maybe Tori had said something? He peaked hopefully over at her.

Tori was still scowling at Alistair. “The prince will be engaged to another royal, he is far above all of us!

“He is?” Alistair pouted.

“I am?” Gyrus tried to keep the disappointment from his voice. Tori’s ears turned red.

“Technically,” Knox said, having finally freed himself from Maria’s grasp, “many royals had affairs with those below their station before and after marriage. It was so popular that there is an entire genre of books and poems on the subject, called ‘Romances.’”

“So what I’m hearing is, he’s not off limits,” Alistair’s grin turned feral. Gyrus felt sweat form on the back of his neck.

“He’s off limits to the likes of you!” Tori shoved an arm between them. “As the champion, it is my duty to ensure his safety!” And isn’t that sweet, Gyrus thought as he admired the determined fire in her eyes as she said so.

Another boy in the back groaned as he uncrossed his arms. “Can we please get to planning our strategy now?”

“Yes, Strategy!” Gyrus beamed. “I’m good at strategy!”

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“I need love advice!” Gyrus shouted as he pushed open the door to his brother and Kodya’s apartment. Epsilon looked up from his spot on the couch.

“Really?” Epsilon closed his book. “I never thought I’d see the day when you came looking for my advice.”

“I’m not,” Gyrus scowled as his gaze swept the apartment. “Where’s Kodya?”

“What?” Epsilon cried as Kodya stuck his head into the room, massaging a towel through his still wet hair. “Why would you go to Kodya when I’m right here?”

“Go to Kodya for what now?” Kodya asked, looking at the brothers in confusion.

“Love advice,” Gyrus explained. Then turned to Epsilon. “And I’m going to him because I know you didn’t do any of the work to get into you relationship.”

“He certainly did not,” Kodya added with a smirk as Epsilon pouted. “So you’ve finally found love eh? Don’t worry,” Kodya crossed the room and pulled an enormous scrapbook from the bookshelf, “I have accumulated my experiences into this comprehensive guide on love.”

Gyrus stared at the pretty pink cut out words spelled, “Kodya’s Guide to Loving Oblivious Idiots” on the cover. Gyrus felt a wave of apprehension as Kodya opened it to page one.

“Now,” Kodya said. “What is your relationship with this lucky person, if you have one at all?”

“Uhhh, Its Tori?” Gyrus began, wondering privately just when Kodya’s quest to romance his brother had started. Had he picked him out of a crowd and decided he wanted to date him? That made this book a little creepy.

“I knew it!” Epsilon shouted. “See this is why you should have come to me! I have a knack for knowing these things.” Gyrus glared at him, remembering suddenly how this was all his fault.

“Ignore him,” Kodya advised as he flipped a fourth of the way through the book to a section marked, “the friend zone,” in sad blue letters. “Tori is your best friend correct?” Kodya asked. “Have you broached the subject of dating with her?”

“Kinda?” Gyrus remembered their earlier conversation. “I sort of accidentally asked her out?”

“Accidentally?” Kodya raised an eyebrow, and Epsilon howled with laughter. “Stop that!” Kodya pointed a finger at him. “I’ve filled pages of this book with times you ‘accidentally’ asked me out! You do not get to judge him!” Gyrus really wanted to ask, but he decided to leave that until after he’d fully explained.

“I asked her what her plans were for Sunday,” he said, “And she blushed.” Kodya nodded.

“That does sound pretty straight forward,” then Kodya frowned. “So why are you still coming to me?”

“Because she did have plans on Sunday,” Gyrus explained. “Her cosplay battle needed a new Queen, so I volunteered to help. Which I figured would mean it's not a date, but then after school she told me that she’s really looking forward to getting to be my knight, and blushed again. And now I’m confused.”

“I see,” Kodya scratched his chin. “So its a maybe date,” he flipped the book through halfway to a section entitled “Maybe Date????” in multicolored letters. “These are a bit complicated.” He began flipping through the pages, and Gyrus got a brief glimpse of pictures of Epsilon and Kodya doing things together.

“Here we go,” Kodya stopped in front of one page with the both of them in renaissance costumes. “Hobbies. So the best thing to do with these is to try and relax and have fun. She’s probably a bit nervous to show you, so you’ve got to be supportive. Treat it seriously. You don’t have to enjoy it, but you shouldn’t be insulting or dismissive. If it goes well, you can ask her to do something different just the two of you, and we’ll make a battle strategy for that date.”

“So I need to take it seriously?” Gyrus said and Kodya nodded. He could do that easily. But then again. “I don’t know anything about cosplaying.”

Kodya sat back with a sigh, wet hair sprinkling water on the laminated pages of the book. “For that I cannot help you. But I do know someone who can.”

“Who?” Gyrus asked, leaning forward eagerly.

“He means me!” Epsilon cackled from behind. “Prepare yourself bro! I’ve got a lot to teach you in a very short amount of time!”

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“Well what do you know,” Maria said, sounding impressed as she looked at the detailed plan Gyrus and Alistair had drafted. “You really are good at strategy.”

Gyrus puffed up his chest. “Of course, I’m a prince after all.” A prince with a brother who made him read a book on medieval warfare to ‘prepare.’ He glanced at Tori, to see if she thought it was as cool as Maria did, but she was frowning as she looked at the plan.

“This puts you into battle in the front,” she said. “But as your knight, I cannot allow you to take such a risk. You are our prince Gyrus, we cannot afford you getting hurt.”

“What?” Gyrus felt his face fall. Did Tori not want him to fight with her? He shook his head. “Look, I don’t know what kind of leader you had before...”

“That would be your mother,” Vela pointed out.

Gyrus ignored her. “But hiding in the back isn’t my style. I’m not going to ask any of you to take a risk that I wouldn’t take myself. Because that’s the kind of leader I am, like...” he cast about in his mind, searching for some kind of reference that would work for knights. “...like King Arthur!”

“Technically King Arthur doesn’t exist,” Knox said, and Maria elbowed him.

“A prince handsome inside and out!” Alistair wiped away a tear. “I’ll follow you anywhere. Especially with that few,” he gave a wink, and Maria hit him instead.

“I like it!” Maria grinned, holding up a fist, while Alistair quaked in the background. “You’ve definitely got my ax!”

“And my bow!” Vela held up a hand crafted bow and arrow.

“And my mace,” Bronzo added, lifting what Gyrus seriously hoped was felt spikes on a wooden handle.

“Lord of the rings also doesn’t technically...” Knox started, but Maria lifted her fist higher and he fell silent.

“None of this matters if he gets himself hurt!” Tori protested, and Gyrus realized she was worried. “Don’s team is known for their ruthlessness! Or have you forgotten what they did to Hinju?” Gyrus looked around the room, wondering what could happen in a cosplayer game to initiate such a strong reaction.

“That was an accident,” Vela squared her shoulders. “And we have a referee now, Oli will make sure no one gets hurt.” The others all nodded, and Gyrus was left feeling vaguely uneasy that no one had explained what exactly happened. Maybe Epsilon was right when he said cosplay was a deadly art. But still...

He grabbed Tori’s hand. “I want to fight with you,” he said, voice pleading. “I even got this shield thing!” He gestured to the cheap wooden table top that Epsilon had given him to use. “Please let me back you up.” Tori looked him directly in the eyes, and Gyrus got a little lost in those bright green orbs.

“Fine,” Tori sighed in defeat. “But allow me to be your blade.” She straightened her shoulders. “I vow that no harm will come to you my prince, while you are in my care.”

“Excellent!” Gyrus beamed, and Tori’s cheeks reddened. “But as for the fight, don’t worry too much about me. I have more than one trick up my sleeve.”

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The ensuing battle was interesting, to say the least. They followed Gyrus’ plan for a two pronged attack, the first party of Vela, Maria, and Knox sneaking in the back, while Tori, Alistair, Bronzo, and Gyrus created a bigger distraction in the front by pretending to surrender.

Gyrus tugged at the hood over his head. This was the part of the plan he was most worried about. Alistair had insisted that everyone would think Gyrus was Knox if he kept it up and didn’t talk, but he was less certain. They needed it to work though, if only for long enough for the others to get inside and capture the enemy’s leader.

“Who goes there?” A giant of a woman strode forward, dressed head to toe in what Gyrus sincerely hoped was fake armor. His little wooden shield was feeling particularly pathetic right now. Tori shifted closer and Gyrus tried to take comfort in her presence.

The woman squinted her eyes. “Is that you fancy pants? You barbarians have a lot of nerve coming to our neck of the woods so badly armed.” Tori grit her teeth and Gyrus grabbed her hand, a silent warning to back down.

Tori drew a deep breath, and then straightened her shoulders. “We’ve come to surrender!” She shouted.

A murmur filled the other players. Apparently this was not well heard. “Surrender?” Ragan raised an eyebrow. “All that talk last we met about honor and you’re going to surrender just like that?”

“If I may,” Alistair pushed to the front. “As you have no doubt heard, things have changed since last we fought. Our beloved Queen, who had fallen to the illness of college, has passed away, and in her absence, two of our own gave up the fight in their grief and disillusionment. What you see before you are the last of the people of Brit, and we wish to surrender to ensure the safety of our people.”

“A likely story,” Ragan sniffed, “but fine. I’ll bite. Just one request.” She pointed a finger directly at Gyrus. “Take off his hood. I want to see all your faces when you surrender.”

Tori tensed, but Gyrus squeezed her hand again. This could still work to their advantage. With no one knowing who he was, the other side would have to sit through a brief character introduction and buy them at least some time. Slowly he raised his other hand to his hood, and pulled it off.

A gasp ran through the waiting crowd. “Epsilon!” Ragan screamed, hand flying to her sword. “The traitor is among them! Attack!” Gyrus had just enough time to think, this is all Epsilon's fault, again, before the whole area dissolved into chaos.

“What,” Gyrus started as he ducked the swing of a very angry bald man, “exactly did my stupid brother do?”

“He used to be on their team,” Tori said as she blocked a hit meant for Gyrus with her sword. “I do not know the details, just that he left.”

“Typical!” Gyrus grumbled as he raised his shield to block Ragan. “You know I’m not actually Epsilon right?” He asked her as her large face neared his. “He’s like, super old.”

Ragan snarled. “I do not care. If you share his blood, then you are no better than he!” With one armored hand, and oh wow that was real armor, she sent Gyrus’ shield careening to the side, while she raised her sword high above her.

Gyrus had never thought he’d be afraid of a nerf sword, but the way she was holding it, he had no doubt this was going to be very, very painful. He tried to run, but he had somehow gotten trapped in the corner of the old plastic set piece. There was nowhere to run, he lowered his head.

“You hypocrite!” Gyrus looked up to see Tori dive in front of him, catching the great blade with her own. Her feet slipped backwards in the dirt against Ragan’s overwhelming strength, but she held firm. “You claim to have honor, and yet you hold an innocent man responsible for the actions of a brother seven years his senior?” Her hair blazed against the sun, giving her an ethereal glow, and Gyrus could only stare in awe.

Tori slipped back another inch, and the movement caused Gyrus to snap to attention. This was no time to get all mushy eyed. He leaned against the plastic set piece, trying to give her more space. The plastic moved, and Gyrus froze, an idea forming in his mind.

Carefully he pressed along the side of the corner, which had apparently been built with a smooth pole in the middle for easy movement. If he timed this right...he glanced at Ragan, who had managed to push Tori even further forward. Almost...

Ragan gave Tori one final push, lining up exactly with the far edge of the set piece. “Tori! Duck!” Gyrus screamed as he pushed against the other wall with all his might. Tori hit the ground as the top of the set piece spun like a corkscrew inches over her head.

Ragan, who had been standing on her feet, was not so lucky. The set piece collided with her side, sending her flying backwards to land with a thud on the ground. She struggled to right herself, but it was all in vain. The authentic armor she wore was too heavy for even her to lift, and she was stuck on the ground, screaming for one of her teammates to assist her.

“We did it!” Gyrus cried, scrambling to Tori’s side to pull her to her feet. “Did you see that?” he beamed at her, glowing with pride.

“Aye,” Tori said, and kissed him.

Gyrus would love to say that he responded positively, kissed her back, did anything at all really. But the sad truth was, the second after her lips touched his, something solid and hard crashed into his legs, sending him tumbling down the small hill with whatever had hit him.

When he finally came to a stop, he found himself half on top of another boy with brown hair. “Are you okay?” he asked, starting to scramble off.

“Don’t!” a voice called from above and he saw Maria, Vela, and Knox running down the hill after him. “Keep that slippery eel pinned Prince Gyrus!”

“That really isn’t necessary,” the boy under Gyrus sighed. “I don’t have legs, it's not like I can go anywhere.”

“That’s what I thought,” Maria pulled up with a glare, “until you sent yourself flying down that hill in your wheelchair!”

Gyrus blinked, the other boy. “Are you Don by any chance?”

“King Don,” the boy corrected. “Or I was at any rate.” He looked over Gyrus. “And you are...?”

“He’s our Prince,” Knox stated in that flat voice of his. “And by the laws of the game. If our leader defeats you, our team wins.”

“Go brits!” Vela cheered, and the whole team gave a cry of agreement.

Gyrus felt on top of the world. He’d done it! He’d actually won! Albeit by complete accident, but still! He looked towards Tori, eager to share his victory.

But Tori was not celebrating. Instead she stared at her shoes, expression full of woe. Gyrus didn't understand, this tournament had meant so much to her, why wasn’t she smiling. Unless, this wasn’t because of the kiss was it? Had she not liked it?

Or, said a voice in Gyrus’ head that sounded suspiciously like Kodya, is it because you didn’t reciprocate?

Well, Gyrus shook his head, he couldn’t let that stand now could he? He took a step forward, on hand reaching out to Tori. “Will you go out with me?” he shouted.

Everyone stopped to stare at him, Alistair’s face lit up, and Gyrus suddenly realized that he really ought to have put a name in that request. “Tori!” he said and Alistair pouted. “Tori will you go out with me?” And Tori’s eyes widened.

Then she smirked, placing one hand on her hip as she looked down on Gyrus. “I thought ye’d never ask.”

#room of swords #room of swords fanfic #roseberry #Gyrus #tori #kodya #past gyrus #bbgyrus #challenging myself to write a different ship than normal #but somehow strawbarrow still ended up in it a bit #gyrus and past gyrus are separate people

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teenytinystorage · 4 years

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Green With Envy : Chapter 2

Summary: Patton, Virgil, and Logan all relax in the living room on Christmas Eve watching the classic movie “Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer”. But Patton can’t contain his jitters as he worries for Roman, and the three of them talk about how they can help the prince. Which they may have to do very soon.

Word Count: 1,323

Genre: Hurt/Comfort + Suspense

Warnings: Anxiety and worry descriptions, Roman angst, Patton having generally Nervous Vibes™️, yelling, crying, mild panic descriptions, food mention (let me know if I need any more!)

Pairings: None

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The living room was dark. The soft light from the television glowed onto the couch. It coated the fuzzy blankets like a thick, warm layer of hot fudge on ice cream.

A happy lullaby of “The Most Wonderful Day Of The Year” popped and rang through the house. Little puppet people danced around the screen.

Patton was squished between the two other sweater-sporting sides that sat on the couch, the three of them warmed with woolen blankets and fuzzy pillows.

He felt like swaying his head to the cheery music and tapping his fingers to the rhythm. He felt like smiling. He felt like he should be feeling the most wonderful feelings.

But he was not.

He couldn’t figure out why, either. He was worried about Roman, yes, but it never manifested like this before.

Maybe Roman is in danger.

Why’d I leave Roman by himself again? Maybe I should go back upstairs and check on him.

Or maybe I should lay off the poor prince and stay downstairs. Roman did say he only needed a minute.

Patton could not decide what to do.

He sat, staying still in his spot. The smile on his face was absent. He only felt worry, and the only tapping fingers he had were for nervousness.

He tapped his fingers on the blanket.

Tap.

Tap tap tap.

Taptaptaptaptap.

“Pat, you okay?” Virgil tilted his head and nudged Patton with his elbow.

Virgil insisted on sitting by himself on the edge of the couch. Eventually, after a few minutes of shivering and brooding in the corner with no blankets, he slowly scooted over to Patton’s left. He pulled the group blanket over his chilly legs and sat, watching the movie.

“I don’t think Roman was listening to what I was saying to him..” Patton mumbled. He had no reason to mumble, as Logan was reading a book, and him and Virgil were talking over the movie anyways. He still felt like he should be respectful. The music was nice background noise.

Virgil clicked the volume down a few bars with the remote. “You said he was self-conscious, yeah?”

“Yeah, about his mind and his abilities. I don’t see any reason why, though! He’s heroic and inspiring, and he usually is, er... confident, in himself.”

“Confident is an understatement,” Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Agreed,” Logan answered as he set his opened book on the arm of the couch. The three were sitting together next to the right end of the couch. Logan pulled the blanket closer to himself.

“Okay, he’s pretty positive about himself most of the time,” Patton compromised. “But now he’s not. Why?”

“I dunno, did he say a reason?” Virgil yawned, stretching his arms but not hitting Patton or Logan with them.

“No,” Patton bit his lip.

“Perhaps these new feelings of self doubt are from the recent discussion we’ve had about his past work.” Logan leaned over to grab his navy blue mug from the coffee table. He held it in his hands and took a sip. (The mug was filled with piping hot green tea, not hot cocoa like the others’ mugs were. Logan refused to drink something so unhealthy.)

Logan was referring to the recent (at the time) Sanders Sides video of “EMBARRASSING PHASES”, in which the cosplay and Vine phase discussions seemed to knock Roman’s ego down quite a few notches and kick him off his high horse.

Virgil pestered Roman with talk of Roman’s “gargantuan failures” in costume construction and the embarrassment of old, half-effort Vines. Roman did hear that all of these phases led to wonderful feats in Thomas’s life, but everyone knew how much Roman held onto things. Especially negative things.

“I mean, maybe,” Patton pouted, leaning over on Logan’s shoulder.

Logan pushed Patton back up.

Virgil tugged the blanket back to Patton and himself.

“At least when I mentioned our Powerpoint presentation on his physique, it cheered him up,” Patton assured himself with.

“Ah man, I wish he would’ve seen it. The slide styling is quite.. unique.. and probably would’ve brought ol’ Prince Alarming a laugh,” Virgil chuckled.

“I will take that as a compliment,” Logan pointed his finger up at the remark.

After all, Logan was the one to do the presentation’s aesthetics since Roman obviously couldn’t help out on it. Virgil and Patton kept the details, but Virgil couldn’t help but howl with laughter once he saw what Logan considered “visually pleasing” (don’t even get him started on the slide theme Logan chose). Patton, as usual, was supportive.

Logan set his mug back down on the table and reached over to his book.

“He’s not struggling with that kind of self-doubt now, thank goodness,” Patton nodded. It took a lot to cheer up Roman when he was stuck on body negativity. Clearly, it happened so often the others had to make a presentation to cheer the pitiful prince up.

“Yep. I’m not ready for that again,” Virgil agreed.

Ringing bells jingled from the television. Happy dolls and toys sang out cheers.

“How can I get him to listen to me?” Patton turned to Virgil and then to Logan before looking down at his feet.

“I suppose if you emphasize your thesis statement enough, it may break his outer shell of doubt and seep into him like the sugar from hot cocoa into one’s bloodstream.”

“Okay, first, good comparison. But second, oh my goodness, Logan you health nut!” Virgil cackled, shoving Logan playfully. Logan glared at Virgil, a scowl on his face.

Patton set down Virgil’s arm. “Alright kiddos, no fighting during movie time!”

“Ughh, fineeee,” Virgil smirked, mocking that of a teenager’s whining.

Logan rolled his eyes and lifted up his book on space and the outer world. He started skimming through the pages once more.

“But yeah, I think you just gotta keep rubbin’ it in to him. Keep pestering him with the positivity until he can’t handle it anymore.” Virgil went back to staring at the television screen.

“I can’t do that alone!” Patton frowned.

“Who else would—? Oh, no, please don’t do the—”

Patton whined, his eyes filling with innocence and his lips curling into a pout.

Virgil sharply took in a breath. “The puppy dog eyes,” he whispered, “deadlier than cyanide itself.”

Patton kept up the sweet, pure face, and Virgil couldn’t stop himself from breaking down.

“Okay, okay, I’ll help you if you just stop giving me that sad face.” Virgil held his forehead in his hand and shook his head.

Patton smiled and giggled. “Oh, I knew you’d help, friend Sheeran!” He held Virgil in a tight hug.

“Pat, no hugs, please,” Virgil lightly pushed Patton off of him. Patton pulled his arms back quickly.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“‘s fine,” Virgil mumbled back. He glanced back at the screen, now being graced with the final melody of “Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer.”

Patton set his arms down on his lap, a bit more at ease.

Once the music ceased, the credits rolled up onto the screen.

Patton clapped joyfully. “Oh, what a lovely movie!” He smiled brightly, looking at Logan, who was still reading his book.

Virgil pressed the OFF button on the remote, and the television went dark.

Logan set his book down in his lap. “Is it over now?”

“Yep, sure is, Captain Book,” Virgil jabbed.

Logan groaned.

“You can both go back to your rooms now. Thanks for watching these movies with me!” Patton excitedly rejoiced.

But, coming from upstairs, the three could hear a thundering voice crying out.

“No!”

“Stop it! That’s not true!”

Patton flinched when he heard a door slam.

Heavy, yet faltering breaths poured from the upstairs hallway.

Pounding steps echoed down the staircase.

Thump.

Thump thump.

Thump thump thump thump thump.

Roman stood in the middle of the staircase, his chest pulsing back and forth wildly from his exasperated breathing. Tears poured down his face.

“He’s back.”

“Who?” Virgil questioned, stern and solemn.

“Envy.”

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hinshinotsuki · 4 years

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🖤 Switched 🖤

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The next moment she woke up, she found herself staring into the same forest floor of leaves and pebbles. She closed her eyes, wanting to go back to sleep, when she felt something poke her in the cheek.

"Is she dead?"

"No, dummy, she just opened her eyes!"

"Shall we bring her to the hospital?"

"That's it. I'm calling 911,..."

(F/N) instinctively snapped her eyes open and sat bolt upright when she heard the unfamiliar voices talking about her. She looked at them and saw two teens in weird attire consisting of short - sleeved shirts and knee - length pants staring confusedly and worriedly at her. Both of them were carrying what looked like huge rucksacks with a lot of pockets on their bags and they even wore funny looking hats that were cut on the top.

Weird, thought (F/N). What's the point of wearing a hat if it exposes your head?

"Hey, miss, are you okay?" the one who must've poked her in the cheek asked her. He was carrying a stick and unknowingly pointing it at her. "Are you injured?"

"What are you doing out here?" asked the teen's companion. "How can we help you?"

(F/N) opened her mouth to speak, and with a painful sensation on her throat, most probably due to her narrow escape from death due to asphyxiation, said, "Where am I?"

"Trost City." answered the one with the stick. "Are you lost?"

"No." she answered. It was the truth, she's still in Trost. "Are you the ones who saved me from them?"

"Oh, god! Did someone really try to kill you? I'm definitely calling 911 now!"

In a confused daze, (F/N) stood up in shock, unable to understand what these teenagers were saying. This made the two strangers even more scared and confused.

"Don't worry, miss! The cops are coming."

"No! Leave me alone!" (F/N) practically screamed at them and ran as fast as she could away from the two.

"What happened to her?"

"I have no idea. But, I honestly think she just came from some kind of a weeb party. I mean, look at her."

"Yeah, dude, definitely right."

As the two talked about her, (F/N) made her way out of the forest, glad to still know the way out. But, when she finally came out, she hoped she was back there again, for it seemed that she just entered the afterlife, and this is what Heaven, or Hell, looked like.

Instead of the usual marketplace filled with dirty peasants going about their daily, mundane business, she saw a magnificent - looking park filled with citizens wearing different and weird - looking clothes, kind of similar to what the two teenagers she met at the forest wore. The females were wearing absolutely tiny skirts and pants that showed their bare thighs, and some of them even had the courage to expose bits of their chest. The males were wearing short - sleeved shirts in different patterns, matched with strange - looking fabrics that went well with their equally strange - looking footwear. All of them paraded around the place in different directions, but most of them were looking into small, flat devices that shone like a light.

"Where the hell am I?" (F/N) breathed helplessly as she stepped into the light towards them.

At first, nobody took notice of her, but when she almost bumped into a short male wearing a pair of steel - rimmed glasses and what looked like absolutely huge earplugs with a strange white string, her world felt like turning upside down.

"Oh, hey, a cosplayer!" the teen said in a shrill voice. "Who are you cosplaying as?"

"Fool!" (F/N) shouted at the unsuspecting teen. "I' am a Scouting Legion Section Commander! Who are you to speak to me?"

"Ooh, in character!" the boy foolishly answered. He really didn't know a thing about the Legion. All of a sudden, he whipped out that same, smooth device and pointed it at the two of them. "Selfie!"

"Get away from me!" (F/N) screamed, thinking that the teen would murder her with that weapon of his and pushed him as hard as she can.

The people around them noticed the stirring commotion and gave her a suspicious look.

With an escalating heartbeat, she turned and left the teen on the ground where some people help him on his feet. Some were even shouting at her, calling her out for her assault. Nervously, she passed the citizens who gave her scared and suspicious looks, thinking she was some kind of maniac who didn't belong here.

A maniac,...

At the thought of being caught by the Military Police, she began running away from all those people. She ran for almost two hours straight, witnessing, with her very own eyes, the changes that happened during the span of her unconsciousness. Instead of the little stone houses, she saw towering structures made of both steel and glass that almost reached into the sky. Instead of horses leaving droppings around, she saw even more fancy - looking people walking with different kinds of dogs in leashes and some in little clothes that opened to the tail. Instead of the carriages, she saw fast, sleek - looking transportations that never stopped, carried four to six people inside, and were not pulled by horses.

She looked helplessly around, hoping this was all just a morbid dream, but one more bump into her, this time by a running male wearing black all over, made her realize that she really was not having a nightmare.

"Hey, are you okay?" the man asked kindly, looking at her like she was some lost brat.

(F/N) finally snapped. She screamed at the man, gaining the attention of everyone who was walking by, and ran away from him as fast as she could, hoping to get out of this madness. Her running brought her to one of the darkest parts of the city where some unsightly men gathered. They noticed her due to her Scouting Legion uniform, and, unfortunately, she made the huge mistake of stopping right in front of them.

"Hello, miss,..." one thug with a strange hair color said. "Are you lost?"

"How can we help you, sweetie pie?" another man cooed.

(F/N), despite the confusion she's feeling as of the moment, looked slightly up at them. She may be lost in this huge, urban menagerie, but she knew how to tell bad people from not.

And unluckily, these men were considered the former.

"Hey, nerds don't belong here." their leader, the one who's really fat, said, coming closer and closer towards her. "We'll take you someplace else and maybe we could all get along,..."

Before the man could even finish talking, (F/N) kicked his ankles so hard, he toppled and plummeted to the ground.

"What the fuck!" the fat one howled in pain. "What are you two staring at?! Get that bitch!"

His two companions flinched at his tone and finally made a move to capture her. But, (F/N) was too quick for them. For one, she once had an impossibly strong sparring - partner. Second, she was used to fighting things that were way bigger than her. And thirdly, she just couldn't stand men like these.

And so, with a swift move, she grabbed the arm of the one with the strange hair color, twisted it like it was nothing, and brought it down to her waiting knee, breaking it as easily as splitting a stick in two. The man collapsed on the ground, howling with pain. Next, she strode towards his comrade like a predator, eyeing him wit murderous intent. The man made a huge mistake of flailing his arms at her in an effort to scare her away despite his evident fear of her. She dodged each and every hook and hit he threw at her, aside from that one punch, wherein she just connected her own palm with his bony fist, holding it firmly.

"My turn." she said in a low voice that sent shivers up his spine.

"No, no! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

But, he was too late. She brought her knee up once again and connected it with his skinny arm, breaking it with a really ugly sound. Then, she punched him right in his stomach, brought an elbow down his shoulder, and released a very powerful roundhouse kick which landed on his poor, ugly face.

"AAAHHH!"

(F/N) turned around in time to see strange hair running towards her with a metal bar on his good hand, swinging it high above his head, hoping to scare her.

"Really?" (F/N) muttered sarcastically and smiled. She wiped the sweat off her nose with her right fist and met the guy halfway. The man brought the metal bar down on her head and she easily caught it with her hand. The man gasped nervously as (F/N) pulled the bar, along with his arm, towards her.

"NO! NO! NO! AAAHHH! FUCK!" the man howled in pain once more as his now broken arm fell limply. He had no time to mourn his injuries when he looked up and met the thick and jagged sole of (F/N)'s boot. He flew backwards, landing on the ground and staining it with the blood coming from his now broken nose.

"Alright, who's next?" (F/N) said, turning around just in time to see their fat leader running towards her with a knife. "You just don't know when to give up, do you? Fine, then! Have it your way."

(F/N) ran towards their leader, colliding with him and stopping him in his tracks by putting her firm holding his arms firmly, making him unable to use his knife.

It was in this exact moment that a man happened to pass by. He got intrigued by the crowd that was starting to thicken at that dark and grimy part of Jinae. And just as he was about to move along, the crowd went wild with cheers.

"What the hell was that?" he muttered, then decided to finally go see the commotion himself.

And there, right in front of their very eyes, was someone he knew personally, kicking ass and totally beating the crap out of the city's most infamous thugs.

"The hell? (F/N), is that you?" he uttered, unable to believe his eyes. "Oh, this I gotta record!" He whipped up his phone and started recording when another group of men joined in the fight.

"This is our turf!" a huge man bellowed at the top of his lungs. "What do you think you're doing?"

(F/N) finally left the fat leader on the ground, collapsed and beaten to a bloody pulp.

"You one of them?" (F/N) asked, no trace of fear in her wild, beautiful eyes.

"What did you just say - ?!" one of the men screamed at her, mad that a woman such as her would talk back to them.

However, their leader stopped him from going towards her. "Are you the one who did this?"

(F/N) smiled at him, wiping the blood off her face with the sleeve of her uniform. "You want to find out? Come and get me." she then said, blowing things out of proportion by challenging all of them.

"You,... dare?!" the leader screamed at her, effectively giving her men permission to attack her.

The people got worried and some of them started calling the police. The man who was taking the video, on the other hand, got more excited.

"Oh, you, go girl!" he said. "You're gonna get viral!"

For a moment there, everyone got so worried for (F/N), but when she started beating the crap out of those men, they couldn't help but cheer for her. It's like the days of these thugs' torment were over, thanks to the swift judgment this strange cosplayer was giving them. Blow after blow, punch after punch, kick after kick, the men fell on their knees and surrendered, until the leader, himself, remained standing.

The two combatants were about to fight when the sirens coming from the local city police could suddenly be heard. The leader noticed this and acknowledged that the fight had to stop.

"Leave this place and never go back." the leader said to (F/N). "I shall overlook this grievance for now."

"Why would I - " (F/N) said, irritated that he had to cancel their fight. She was about to demand for an explanation, when the man, who was taking videos earlier, came forward as bravely as he could and grabbed her just in time.

"Come on, (F/N)!" the man whispered desperately to her. "The cops are coming!"

"Do I even know you? Wait!" (F/N) wasn't given the chance to even talk properly as she was whisked away by this strange man.

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#levi ackerman #captain levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #switched #levi x reader x levi x reader #levi x you x levi x you #chapter 1

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shewolfofficial · 5 years

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Ghost!Levi x Reader

Modern!AU

Warning: Cursing, Mentions of Blood, Slight Angst

Summary: You meet the ghost of your favorite fictional character from your most adored anime AoT

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"Y/N you're crazy if you think we're going in there with you!" your childhood friend Farlan screeched pointing to the largely abandoned castle that stood behind you "y-yeah! It's not safe in there!" your other friend Isabel added, clicking your tongue you rolled your eyes turning back to the castle you couldn’t help but smile at it. "Come on guys! It's exactly like the castle from Attack on Titan! Imagine all the cosplay photoshoots we could do there!" you plead as Farlan scowls. "Y/N you can go in by yourself but we're staying out here" he argued as you huffed before an idea sparked in your mind "but guys! It could be fun! You wanted to go on an adventure and here we have one!" you grin gesturing to the stone building.

"Good point big sis.. Yeah I'll join you!" Isabel cheered appearing at your side in an instant, Farlan pinched the bridge of his nose groaning inwardly "fine... I'll follow you Y/N.." he grumbled as you beamed with excitement. "Let's go!" you cheered bounding off towards the castle. Skidding to a stop you look up towards the doors 'it really does look like the old Scout HQ though... What am I thinking? AoT is fictional!' You inwardly scold yourself. "I say we split up, sound like a good idea big sis?" The redhead suggested earning an eager nod from you.

"I am not being separated from you! Isabel I'm following you since we all know what you can do in abandoned places by yourself" Farlan comments following you and Isabel to the main doors, putting all your weight to your side you creaked one of the massive doors open. Sauntering inside you glanced around in awe, looking over your shoulder to the pair walking in behind you-you sent them a reassuring smile "alright.. Time to split up, if you need help just scream Sasageyo" you tittered at the word you chose as Isabel laughed "got it big sis! See you in a while!" and with that, she grabbed Farlan's hand and took off down a corridor.

Smiling at the two you started on your own way which happened to be a set of stairs leading to another floor, taking out your phone you held it in your hand in case you needed pictures of anything or you needed the torch. Quietly whistling you looked around you at the stone corridors that had torch holders on the walls, some cracks had made their way up the walls along with some plants. Wooden doors were scattered around everywhere with faint markings on them.

"I swear this place is just like the Scouts HQ as I imagined it... I should have brought my cosplay.." you mutter quietly noticed a deserted training field outside, opposite the training field was another part of the building, it seemed like the building was in a U shape. A few silent minutes passed of slowly walking through the corridor and you came to a firm stop when you saw a door opened just a little, bright light seeped through the gap which perked your curiosity, humming silently you cruised towards the wooden door, a metal palet was latched onto it covered with dirt. Grumbling from the filth you took out a tissue from your backpack and wiped away the dirt revealing a surprising text on the metal.

'Captain Levi's Office'

Your jaw dropped, without hesitation you swung the door open and nearly tripped going inside the room, a large wooden desk sat across from the door accompanied by a big chair and a window behind it. Bookshelves were scattered across the room as it looked like some other small room was connected to the office due to a door in the corner. "Oh my fucking god... This place... Oh my fucking.." you stampered rushing over to the desk you went behind it and yanked out the drawers that sat shut.

Papers lay neatly in the drawers as you took a page out delicately, careful not to damage it. There was neat black ink writing on the page, at the bottom was a signature you thought you would never see in your life.

~ Levi Ackerman

'This can't be real.. This cannot be real! Probably some other cosplayers or whoever were here before us! Oh my lord..' you mentally scream taking out another page and finding the same signature and writing. Swiftly taking pictures of the pages you put them back in the drawer and slide your phone into your back pocket. Hesitantly pulling out the large chair that sat in at the desk you checked it for spiders or insects, clearing off any cobwebs or dust you sat down resting your arms on the desk in front of you you stared in shock after your discovery.

"This isn't real this isn't real... Levi is a fictional character... Oh my god I'm panicking.. I'm probably overthinking this.." you say out loud gazing around the room, you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes for some reason... Was it that you're happy that you're currently sitting in Levi's abandoned office or tears from you panicking too much?

A breeze wafted towards you sending shivers down your spine as you looked down to the desk sighing. "If I see any ghosts I'm most likely going to piss myself.." you mutter again, you felt like you were being watched but you didn't know from where. Standing up you made your way to the bookshelves, a green fabric piece was folded up covered in dust and cobwebs that sat there. Gently taking it down you shook off the dust and you swore you nearly fainted at the symbol of the Wings Of Freedom crest on the back. "Shit.. I'm gonna cry, why am I crying!?" you question yourself violently rubbing your eyes and returning to the desk with the cloak. "This is real... How long has this place been around for... Ugh I need to stop crying everytime I find something belonging to Attack on Titan here.." you say. "What the fuck is Attack on Titan?" a thick voice bounces off the walls making you jump, holding the cloak to your chest you looked around frantically trying to find out where the voice came from.

"W-Who's there? Don't try anything funny.. I-If you do I'll- I'll-.." you stuttered a threat "You'll what? Try strangle me with my own cloak? Tch.." the voice says again but from right beside you, darting your eyes to your side you paled at the sight. A man that somehow looked identical to the Levi Ackerman you knew from your favourite anime, except this male was slightly see-through. Screaming at the top of your lungs you nearly fell back in the chair trying to scramble away from whatever that is. "Would you calm down, you're going to shit yourself.. Why are you here?" the man asks stepping closer to you. Hopping out of the chair you scattered to the other side of the office, unfortunately tripping over your own feet sending you down on your stomach with a howl of pain.

"Idiot.. Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you" the man said again, kneeling down next to you. Switching your gaze to the male you flinched under his intense stare. "Again.. why are you here?" he asked watching you stand up cautiously "I-I came with my f-friends, we wanted to go on an a-adventure.... This place looked like the o-old Scout Headquarters so we went in.." you muttered as he clicks his tongue. "Scout Headquarters huh? And how did you know this place belonged to the Scouts? And why in the world were you taking photos of my paperwork?" the man grumbled watching you, nervously scratching the back of your neck you averted your gaze. "Well.. I watch this show about well... Humanity against big human eating creatures called titans... Then they showed the Scouts HQ that looks like this place.. So.. It's called Attack on Titan.. " you genuinely didn't know what to say to this ghost or whatever it was.

"I'm presuming you know all about them big bastards then, even the walls?" the man asked, excitedly nodding you grinned "yep Wall Maria, Wall Rose, and Wall Sina! And the Underground!" you chirped, he seemed impressed with your knowledge as he nodded. "Well you know who I am as well?" he continued as you hesitantly nodded, biting your lower lip you looked over his features. "You're Humanities strongest..." you mutter as he crosses his arms nodding "Levi Ackerman.. But you're fictional! How can this be real!?" you screech as Levi scowls "tch maybe the government doesn't want anyone to know a so-called anime is based off a true event that happened hundreds of years ago" he responded as you gave him a sympathetic look. "I-Is it alright if I call you Levi or-" "yes" Levi cut you off, now noticing he was wearing his uniform minus the jacket you gawked in awe.

"Is it only you here..? Is Hanji or Eren here?" you question hoping everyone would be here, uncrossing his arms Levi trails his stormy grey orbs to his desk "yes.. Everyone is here" he states as you perk up from excitement. "Oh Levi do you want to meet my friends-" you stopped talking after just before you mentioned Isabel and Farlan. Levi rose an eyebrow to you "what? Meet who?" he asked leaning against his desk. "Uhm... Do you want to meet... Farlan and Isabel..?" you suggest lowly as Levi's eyes widen a fraction. "You don't mean.." he looked like he was in pain as you hesitantly nodded, biting his lower lip he agreed.

"Alright one sec.." you say and walk out the door of his office just to let out a very loud 'SASAGEYO' walking back inside you acted like nothing happened as Levi stared at you in concern. "What the actual fuck-" he was cut off when the door slammed open, in came stumbling the familiar red-head and Farlan as they panted, jumping up Isabel ran to you and began inspecting you for any injuries. "Big sis are you alright!?" she panted, nodding you saw Levi stare at her in shock. "Y/N who the hell is that!? We didn't bring a fourth person!" Farlan exclaimed pointing to Levi who snapped his gaze to Farlan in a pained expression. 'They must be reincarnated and not remember Levi.. Oh no my sweet boi!' you thought as Levi stuttered for something to say.

"Guys, believe me on this but this is Levi Ackerman! This place belongs to the Scouts I told you! I told yooouuuuu~!" you point a playful finger to Farlan as he looks in horror to Levi, Isabel was wide-eyed as she cautiously walked to him. "You're familiar..." she muttered as Levi kept quiet, glancing to you he gave you a soft expression. "I'll be back... I- Have to go.. You three should too, what's your name?" Levi asks as I pout at him "my name is Y/N L/N, I'll visit again Levi.." you say watching him disappear into thin air.

// Time Skip \\

You visited the castle for years, sometimes you'd have Farlan and Isabel tagging along but other than that you went alone, you even met everyone else including Hanji who welcomed you with a surprisingly warm hug.

Walking through the cracked and empty corridors you sauntered to the same place you always went, Levi's office. Wearing your Scout cosplay you didn't base it off of any character you just wanted the uniform, the surprising click of your boots echoed off the walls as you went into Levi's office.

"Boo!" Eren whispered in your ear as you entered, jumping you yelped sending him a disappointed look he laughed. Levi's office would be the meeting place where people who wanted to chill with you waited for your return, multiple of your favorites were scattered around the room. Mikasa and Armin sitting on the couch at the far side of the room, sending you gentle smiles as you entered, Hanji and Erwin who were chatting about human-spirit interaction. Levi sat at his desk, his face lighting up ever so slightly at the sight of you surprisingly wearing your cosplay for the first time.

Hanji caught gaze of you and squealed, running over to you she grinned looking up and down to you "you look so cute in the uniform~!" she teased as Erwin chuckled from behind her. "Welcome back Y/N how are you feeling?" the blonde asked as you smiled at him "I'm doing fine thank you Erwin, what about you?" you reply as he smiles "I'm doing good thanks".

You talked with everyone for a while, slowly they all began to disappear to do their own thing leaving you with Levi. He gave you an unsure expression "Y/N you have to be more careful walking up and down those stairs... I have a feeling they'll give out any day now, I don't like the thought of you getting hurt or worse" he muttered as you sighed taking off your jacket. "I'll be fine Levi, I've gone up and down the stairs for years.. I'll be okay" you offer a gentle smile as his cheeks tint with pink. "J-Just be careful a-alright?" he stutters looking away, giggling you nod "alright captain.." you watch him playfully roll his eyes as he fixes a strap on your thigh.

"If only I were still alive.." he mutters quietly to himself, cocking your head to the side you perked a brow "what did you say? I didn't hear you" you say as Levi shakes his head. "Nothing, don't worry about it... It's getting late, you're friends would be starting to worry about you now" Levi states with a hint of sadness. "Alright Levi, I won't be able to visit tomorrow since I'm going to a party though.. I'll see you in a few days?" you stand up from next to him slinging your jacket over your shoulders as he nods. "I'll walk you out, don't want Oluo to fucking scare you like last time" Levi grumbled at the thought, his hand brushing over yours sending a tingling feeling through him.

Walking through the corridor you both arrive at the stairs "be careful.." Levi muttered from behind you, snickering you nod. Halfway down the stairs, you hear a strange creak from right underneath you. Shrugging it off you take another step, the second your boot came in contact with the wood you felt the stairs give out from underneath you. Shrieking you fell as Levi shouted at you in panic.

Landing on your back you felt a searing pain through your stomach, grimacing from it you look down to your stomach, a sharp piece of wood had impaled you. Blood seeped out as you began to panic. Hopping down next to you Levi's eyes widened at the horrifying sight, a streak of crimson liquid dripped from the corner of your mouth as you look to the man who panicked kneeling next to you. "No-no-no! Y/N no! Stay alive! Don't you dare fucking leave me!" Levi pleaded as you tried to swallow down the metallic taste of your own blood in your mouth. "Levi.. It fucking hurts.. Please.. If Isabel or Farlan come here tell them.. Tell them what happened" your vision slowly growing hazey as the ebony-haired man teared up, looming over you cradling your head. "Y/N I won't let you leave... I won't.." he tried seeing your skin pale slowly. "I won't lose you because I love you dammit!" he shouted as a sticky tear rolled down from your eye, raising a weak hand to him you smile gently at him. "I love you too Levi..". Watching you fight against the overwhelming urge to shut your eyes for a few more agonizing seconds. Witnessing all life drain from your gorgeous and pale face he stared down at you as tears welled in his eyes.

"I won't lose you..." Levi muttered lowering his slightly transparent face to your own lifeless one, gently placing his lips to your ice cold ones Levi felt a tear roll down his cheek onto your face, pulling away after giving your lips a delicate kiss he wished for it to be like the fairytales, where he could save you from an every lasting sleep with a true love's kiss. Silence filled the stairway except for his desperate sobs and cries began again.

"Levi..? Levi stop crying.." your voice came from behind the whimpering man, looking over his shoulder his gunmetal glossy eyes widened at the sight of you. "Y/N.." he muttered slowly standing up looking at you like you were an angel "yes Levi it's me, don't think I would have forgotten about you already hm?" you tease as he runs to you, engulfing you in his now warm embrace you could actually feel Levi as if he were a person. Smiling you wrapped your arms around him as he sobbed into the crook of your neck. "It's alright Levi, I'm here.. And I'm staying.. I love you.." you say breaking away from the hug mere inches away from his face.

"Fuck I love you too L/N.." he mutters diving in for a desperate kiss that took you by surprise, returning it you wrapped your arms around his neck and entangled your hands in his raven hair. Parting for air Levi presses his forehead against your own as his raven locks tickle you slightly "I've been waiting to kiss you for so long.." he mumbles holding you against him.

"Me too Levi... Me too.."

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #aot #shingkei no kyojin #levi #levi x reader #snk #x reader #levi ackerman x reader #captain levi #captain levi x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #anime #manga #modern!au #modern

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thecartoonarchivist · 6 years

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Weekly Spotlight #6

Welcome, Welcome, one and all~!

To the Weekly Spotlight

In honor of this sppppooooooppppyyy season, this week’s spotlight is....

*drumroll* *very pathetic trumpet*

Over The Garden Wall

So, this series isn’t very old. The pilot aired in 2013 and the full mini-series aired in 2014; thus it’s very easy to say that this show is very fresh in my mind.

When this show was first airing, I remember watching part of an episode of it and becoming very intrigued. Initially, I felt no desire to watch it as when they were advertising the special, this originally gave me the vibe of The Misadventures of Flapjack, Chowder, and other rather strange and, at times, grotesque cartoons that never really tickled my fancy. So, I was more than willing to let this series slide off my radar and into some obscure corner of my knowledge never to be heard of or talked about ever again.

But one day, a episode happened to be playing and, for whatever reason, I found myself watching. I knew I was about to leave the house soon so watching some TV show I never really cared all that much about didn’t seem like a bad option at the time. The episode I was watching, I’ve come to learn, was Mad Love. I didn’t actually start from the beginning of the episode, if I remember correctly, but I started near the beginning. Here they were talking about how Quincy Endicott had somehow managed to fall in love with a painting in his labyrinth of a mansion and I ended the episode with the revelation about Beatrice and the heart-to-heart that Wirt and Beatrice had.

It was then that I knew I had to sit down and watch this show from the beginning. I could feel it in my bones that this show had potential and that it would continue on for a long time.

It ended four days later and I felt like I had missed out on something very special. I never realized it was only a mini-series and as a result, I felt that I saw something very beautiful be snuffed out very quickly. I’d have this curiosity and regret linger in the back spaces of my mind for several years. During this time, I’d see videos pop up on YouTube now and again, talking about Over The Garden Wall: analyses on the writing and why the series was so good, cosplay, various musicians playing music from its soundtrack. Over all, I got the impression that the series was something to celebrate and so I added it to my list of series that one day I’d sit down and watch.

But every fall season, Over The Garden Wall would pop up on my radar now and again and I knew that this time I had to sit down and watch it. Luckily, Over The Garden Wall was on Hulu so I snuggled up in my pajamas and fuzzy blanket and spent a little over 2 hours watching this series.

So, why don’t we take a look at its history?

This mini-series was a created by Patrick McHale for Cartoon Network in 2014. Originally, the series was pitched under the title, Tome of the Unknown, in 2006, however the series was much different than the one that was aired. It was originally designed to follow two brothers, Walter and Gregory, as they travel the Land of the In-Between to track down pages from a book of forgotten stories after signing themselves into a contract with a devil named, Old Scratch. However, McHale had difficulties creating a larger story arc for the series and as a result, it was placed on hold for a number of years.

McHale would go on to storyboard for The Misadventures of Flapjack (makes sense why I got that vibe) and co-develop the famous Adventure Time where he would serve as Creative Director and eventually, as a writer. After having more experience underneath his belt, Cartoon Network returned to McHale and asked if he would like to pilot another series. McHale, then, returned to Tome of the Unknown; polished it up; pitched it to the network again; and it would pilot on Cartoon Network in 2013. After having piloted the episode, McHale sat down with the network again where they would decide that instead of an entire, full-blown series, they would simply trim it to a mini-series that would air over 5 days. It was initially envisioned as an 18 chapter (or 18 episode) series but due to budget and time constraints, it was trimmed down to 10 episodes

The interesting thing about this series is that I don’t think I’ve ever had the opportunity to experience another cartoon as dark yet oddly whimsical as this series. In some regards, I would almost like to call it a darker version of Studio Ghibli’s Howl’s Moving Castle but even then, I don’t think that it would actually do this series justice with that sort of comparison. As I was watching this series, I couldn’t help but feel a similar feeling as when I played those one-sentence stories games as a kid. You know which one I’m talking about! Everyone is gathered in a circle, or a campfire in my case, and each person had to say a sentence that would add to the story. You couldn’t change what the previous person said, but you could change the context of how it would affect the story.

For example, if someone said a sentence along the lines of, “Trapped inside the closet, Susie began to cry loudly and alerted the monster of her hiding place.” that doesn’t exactly leave you with a whole lot to work with. Your immediate conclusion is that the monster will find Susie and that she will be eat/maimed/destroyed/etc. However, with a little bit of creativity, you can change the situation to something like this, “Susie, frantically searching for some sort of weapon to defend herself, finds a panel on the back wall of the closet that leads to some place that was not part of the house.” This can lead you to a crazy situation where Susie might find Narnia, or another dimension that is almost exactly like this one, or that there’s a curse on the house because a body in this secret, unmapped room of the house. The situation that you start with won’t be the situation you end with and the only rules are that you can’t undo what was already said and you can only add one sentence. And this is what I felt was going on.

Rampaging gorillas became long-lost loves in animal suits. Graves dug for the main characters ended up being skeletons for pumpkin people. Ferry rides for frog people turned out being a migration for hibernation. The things that you expected would turn on their heads very suddenly and what seemed terrible and fraught with dangers, would end rather cheerfully and full of hope. I felt like it was such an important lesson for young and old alike and I’m very happy this ended up being such a staple theme of the series.

As a sibling myself, I thought that the brother interactions were pretty accurate enough. Wirt likes to blame his brother for all his woes and get rather annoyed with his upbeat attitude; it was funny how much of my younger self I saw in Wirt and there were so many times I had to laugh and cringe at the true renditions of being a Freshman in high school. Greg never dumb, or naive which is something many, many cartoons like to paint younger siblings. I will easy admit that my brother is a whole lot smarter than I was at his age. (Doesn’t make him less of a brat but still!) So having Greg be that rock for Wirt and to help stabilize him when he starts overthinking things and panicking underneath the responsibility of taking care of him was such a refreshing thing to see in cartoons. It felt oddly real.

Some of the shining jewels in this series’s crown is how heartwarming and touching some of the more serious moments of the series is. In the last episode, I found myself fighting back tears despite the fact that I already knew what type of end was coming. (Of course, things were turned on their head as they always were but regardless.) These heart-to-heart discussions and these moments of #realtalk really tugged at my heartstrings and made me feel about ten years younger. But even the whimsical moments were always fun and weird. Did some of the humor fall flat? Yeah, but that’s also because it wasn’t meant for me. Other instances of humor however had me snickering at the realism of such an absurd situation. It was simply a pleasure to watch.

It’s darker tones and moments of horror is such an interesting thing to see in a children’s medium that it almost becomes a rare thing to pull off well. For those of you who grew up with Courage the Cowardly Dog, I’m sure you remember at least a portion of the fear you used to have watching a couple of these episodes. But one of the interesting things about Courage is that there was never any threat of death in the series. Courage’s family might be turned into battle robots, or turned into grotesque creatures, or some unknown horrific happenstance occur, but never really any threat of death. In this series however, that’s the main threat that prevails throughout the course of events. By the end of the series, we know why this is the case, but that still doesn’t make it any less of a gutsy move by its creators. On top of this, it’s so cool and interesting to see all of the little Easter eggs that plant in each episode that point to the twist at the end of the series. Although the series may be a bit too scary for younger kids, you can easily see that this series was intended for as many audiences as they could fit into such a short run.

I think the little things in this series is what shines through the most. The soundtrack was stellar, oh my word!! The voice acting, although at first seemed pretty generic, really fit the tone of the series and breathed life into these quirky characters. Even though the animation itself is pretty cheap (Flash animation isn’t the greatest ya’ll), the backgrounds are stunning to look at and the character designs were very creative and interesting to watch. Each part of this animation played well into the other to the point that the entire piece felt like a wonderful, cohesive whole. Not many cartoons can say that. Not many pieces of art can say that. For that, I salute the entire team of Over The Garden Wall for creating something so wonderful to indulge in. Although part of me wishes that this could have been a full series, I realize that to do so would ruin the good of what I have, so I am content to leave things as they are. However, if anyone has a suggestion for any similar series, send them to my inbox because I will definitely check it out.

For many people, The Nightmare Before Christmas is a Halloween/Christmas tradition. For others, many like to watch Soul Eater for its spooky themes. Still others will watch classic scary movies like Psycho, or The Shining, or Nightmare on Elmstreet for their scares.

For me, this’ll be my new Halloween tradition. The harvest-time aesthetic. The Halloween-like themes. All of it screams everything Halloween was for me growing up and man, did I love enjoy this piece of media.

Overall, this series easily rates a 9 out of 10 on my scale.

It has very few flaws in it (even now I’m having a hard time picking them out) but they’re still there. Perfection is such a hard thing to achieve so I doubt there will ever be a series that reaches a 10/10 on my scale but the fact that it got a 9? It speaks volumes to this series.

I’ll gladly watch this every Halloween. I wouldn’t even mind watching this even more than once a year. I heartily recommend this series to everyone who hasn’t watch it before, even if you don’t like the more bizarre series of Flapjack and Adventure Time. I do adore this series. And it will forever hang in my Hall of Fame for being such a beautiful and fantastic series.

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