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#i hope they kiss & then kill each other & then die twice

transbrucewayne · 4 months

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F1 but it’s ultra specific ship dynamics that I need in order to enjoy the ship:

Versainz: baby’s first situationship (literally pentaltyboxbox’s art is my versainz thesis. “Ay, Max, no. I am not gay and neither are you” 🤨) teammates who weren’t supposed to like each other reluctantly becoming friends and then being intricately connected for the rest of their careers. But totally not in a gay way. Of course.

Chestappen: repressed catholic and some guy who needs dilf pussy so bad he wants to kill himself (this is deeply important to me)

Strollonso: Brat princess Lance. Heros and anti-heroes. I’m on the dark side. Tell Lance not to worry I just want to build a gap with the cars behind. You’re my fucking hero.

Carlando: Baby’s first situationship pt.2?? Lando with a massive crush, first real boyfriend Carlos….i need there to be angst. Lando fell first AND harder, etc.

Britcedes/Gewis: George fumbling all over himself trying to impress Lewis, Lewis just thinking he’s cute no matter what. It’s the coolest man alive/weird little freak he’s obsessed with pairing of my dreams. George: this is my boyfriend he’s cooler than me and also he’s cooler than all of you.

Maxiel: first love married divorced remarried pining missing something that maybe was never there will they won’t they one big game of gay chicken healing from baby’s first situationship etc etc etc (I adore them)

Dando: trying to find solace in another, longing for someone you can’t get back, subversion of expected dynamics (controversial: I fully believe Lando tops in this one). But also. They need to have one brain cell. Lando blabbing on about god knows what. Daniel sweating and popping a vein bc of how much he needs to kiss him.

Twinklaren/Landoscar: third time’s the charm, oh you’re the one I’ve been waiting for, tender glances, young love, first teammate crush syndrome

Danterri: we had something weird in the past. “Find another weed guy I can’t fuck with you…uhhhmm nothing personal I can’t fall in love right now and youre Everything I love so if I ever see you again I’ll never let go of your hand sooo yeah” (we’ve all seen that one web weaving.) Are you dating the female version of me?

Lecciardo: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN VEGAS. Charles needs dick from a guy with unstoppable charisma soooooo bad. Fueling each other’s impulsive sides, etc etc

Sebchal: baby’s first situationship (Charles’ version) (from the vault) I miss you so much I’m going to listen to breakup songs all night long. I still think of you every day. I named you twice in a list of drivers. You may even kiss. If it was the omegaverse Seb is so obviously an alpha.

Brocedes: if it doesn’t make me physically sick to my stomach with anguish I do not want it. I hope you die I hope we both die. Hand in unlovable hand. I still consider him my best friend in my heart. We’re not friends. Are they lovers? Worse.

Chewis (Charles/Lewis. I recognise this is also the name for Checo/Lewis. What is the Charles/Lewis name?) me and the bad bitch I pulled by being in violation of that one article section. You know the post. They suffer together. Kinship in joint pain. You’ve got a long future ahead of you. Praise kink.

Let me know if you want a part 2, if so, send ships you want!

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lorkai · 2 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I'm a little biased as always when it comes to those two but this was one of my best fics imo, look at their happy faces. They're so precious! I love them sm ipjwiojweoijg. There's probably some typos but I'm super busy with uni stuff + can't find the time now to proofread and this has been on my drafts for a while now, so I'm posting how it is. Tagging u bcs u asked, I hope u like this silly fic! @hanafubukki

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Not necessarily a warning but there's some suggestiveness at the start.

"Today I'm going to steal Rook's hat!" Those were your exact words.

You said this at six o'clock in the morning, the sun still creeping across the sky to brighten everyone and everything another day, after having entered through the open window of Vil's room like a gremlin - how you did it he had no idea considering his room was on the top floor of Pomefiore.

And in that moment, when you gush about how smooth and soft Rook's hat felt to the touch, and how you would play with the feather and laugh at the surprised expression on Rook's face, Vil wanted nothing more than to turn to the other side of the bed and go back to sleep.

You threw yourself into the vacant space next to Vil, swinging your legs happily as you asked for your beloved's help. Your little puppy eyes making his heart clench and twist inside his chest, like it always did when you used that same trick time and time again.

Breathe, exhale. He remembered. He couldn't give in to your whims again, he remembered well what happened last time.

You invited yourself even closer to him, ignoring your personal distance to cup his face in your hands, fingers massaging the silky skin as you looked up at him. "Please, Mein Lieber."

For a long second, Vil wondered how he could love two persons as chaotic as you and Rook. You two were practically the same and more times than you should you followed the hunter around, imitating his mannerisms and making him laugh like that because you think it was funny. You liked imitating him and Rook loved to have you around, taking you to people watch while you both stated your observations on each person.

This and Rook liked to teach you the hunter ways. So far, you haven't killed anyone with your bad bow skills.

"Du bist die Liebe meiines Lebeéns." You whispered against his ear, consonants and vowels completely exaggerated and some pronounced wrong. And he ignored you, rolling his eyes, accustomed to your antics by now.

One of the different things between you and Rook is that the Chasseur D'amour would use flattery and his good observation to get what he wanted, you instead always chose to irritate people (mainly Vil) with your terrible German speech. Was it your only weapon or was it just because Vil couldn't bear such torture?

He preferred not to know.

You then changed tactics, preferring to fill his face with slow kisses but always avoiding the place he wanted you to kiss him. His temples, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, every bit of skin your lips touched made him feel dizzy. Vil could mentally hear Rook's whines if he were there, ignored, Rook was always so needy for his and yours attention.

His rough, chipped lips slowly descending though the queen's neck while his hands free from his gloves gently navigated Vil's sides and hips. He trembled in your arms.

"That's enough!" Vil looked at you, panting. He held you before you could kiss his eyebrows too. "I'll help you, but you better come here right now and kiss me. On the lips, darling."

You didn't need to hear it twice. The kiss began softly, a needy dance of emotions. But he wanted more, needed more until he was truly satisfied with it. You had woken him up too early, had disturbed him and irritated him. He needed this to restore his good mood.

He needed you like you needed him.

Time seemed to slow down as you met again for a kiss, and another, and another, and hundreds of others, leaving only a sweet freshness behind. That was how he described all the kisses he shared with you, all of them precious.

Vil felt you smiling through the kiss, he could feel the aura of victory and presumption that exuded from you. He bit your bottom lip hard to keep your attention on him, making you whine.

"However, the execution of this plan of yours will depend entirely on you, Liebling. I don't need to remind you that Rook is a great observer and will instantly know you’re up to something if you act differently.”

You nodded as if you were confident that your other lover wouldn't be able to notice anything. Or at least, that he didn't realize it until it was too late.

Later, after you had kissed Vil until he was beaming and satisfied, and his lips were softly swollen, you found yourself sitting on a high branch of a tree, hidden from view and engulfed by green leaves. Waiting for the right moment, watching your target.

You forced your eyes to follow every movement of your vulnerable prey, the one who was sitting a few meters away from you, resting in his usual spot and polishing his bow.

As promised, Vil was talking to Rook about a subject you didn't know what it was. His expression carried the usual serious air but it was accompanied by a calm smile. Rook had that effect on him. And in you too, as if he always knew what you needed to hear to smile, to laugh and to cry.

Yuu notices the way Rook tilts his head to better hear what Vil is saying and how Vil laughs at Rook's jokes. A few seconds go by, you very slowly starts to climb down from your hiding spot, at this point you didn't even need to think anymore, your hands knew where to hold and how to search. It was like second nature.

Finally on the ground again, you do your best to mingle with the tall trees and huge bushes. You can still make out Rook and Vil's figures, the hunter stood up, showing Vil his bow and arrows, and he demonstrated the correct way to hold it.

It occurred to you that maybe Vil was talking about some role he would need to play as an archer and you had to admit that captured Rook's attention perfectly. He was so excited while he explained this and that to his lover, you almost wished to forget your little plan and come closer to listen to him. When he goes on a rant, his beautiful green eyes lighten up while he explain and demonstrates, even more when he can answer some doubts.

'Focus, soldier', you thought to yourself.

The hunter handed his bow to the queen, placing his hands over Vil's and explaining how Vil should shoot to hit the target. And Vil did perfectly. As Vil gracefully executed the instructions, Rook's admiration was evident by his big smile.

As Vil's aim improved under Rook's guidance, you edged closer, careful not to disturb the serene moment. Careful to remember every little detail. You could feel the tension building within you, anticipation mingling with determination. As Vil hitted the target, Rook engulfed him in a warm and long hug, swaying side to side as if they were doing a little comemmoration dance.

This was the moment you had been waiting for, as Rook kept praising Vil, you were getting closer, silent, deadly, your hands strecthed to grab your prize. sensed the perfect opportunity to strike. Timing was crucial, very important for you mission, and you waited a little more, watching them.

His hat was so close now... The sun shone into it, making it looks so comfy. You almost wanted to rush, to grab and run but you waited just a little more.

Vil handed back the bow, still smiling. You could tell it was genuine, he was proud of himself to be able to hit the target even if he wouldn't use this knowledge anywhere. More than this, as he put a stray hair behind his ear, Rook stood on his tiptoes to give his queen a kiss as reward.

And was then that you emerged from your hiding place, your presence initially unnoticed amidst the rustling leaves. Before either could react, you grabbed his hat and ran as if your life depended on it. It was so much beautiful, so soft and comfy, you putted on your head, the last thing you saw was Rook's shocked but proud eyes staring at you.

You had accomplished your mission, feeling very proud of yourself. But now it was time to proceed with the next phase of your plan; run away from Rook.

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vioartemis · 1 year

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Falling for her (part 2)

(ghostface! Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: After months of dating Tara, you find out she killed people, dressed in a Ghostface costume. Looks like you have a type... Part 1 || Part 2 Warnings: blood, injuries, death, angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

It has been five months since you and Tara started dating. Everything was perfect. You dates, the time you spent together, her. It was as if you were living in a dream.

It was rare to see one without the other, you were constantly on each other, cuddling, holding hands, or kissing. Which annoyed your friends, but you didn't care. You were happy with Tara, and hoped it would last.

Even with the recent murders that occurred, you weren't too affected.

Unfortunately, Tara wasn't with you right now, she had to go to the library to study, and you were bored. You thought you might study too, but you couldn't find your notes. Then you remembered where they were.

It was night, and the streets were dark and empty. You shouldn't be outside with a killer on the loose, but you really needed these damn sheets of paper. If only she didn't forget to give them back to you during the day...

A few days ago, you let one of your classmates, Ava Bennett, borrow your notes so she could complete hers. She wasn't supposed to keep them a whole week.

When you arrived at her house, you were surprised to find the door slightly opened, as if someone forgot to close it. You pushed it hesitantly, not wanting to see things you were not supposed to.

The first thing you saw was how messing the house was. Everything was upside down, vases broken on the floor. Suddenly, you heard a sound of broken glass coming from the kitchen.

Without thinking twice, you ran in that direction - dumb decision - only to be met with the sight of Ava's bloody form on the floor. You let out a horrified scream, before realizing she was not alone in the room.

The killer looked at you through his Ghostface mask, tilting his head slightly. You took the taser Sam forced you to carry out of your bag with shaky hands.

Fortunately, the killer ran away, probably thinking you were not alone.

A sudden movement made you jump. It was Ava. She wasn't dead! You let the taser fall to the ground, getting on your knees beside her, applying pressure on her wounds to stop the bleeding with one hand, taking your phone with the other.

You dialed 911.

"Please I need help! M-my friend has been stabbed she's bleeding!" you said as soon as someone picked up, tears in your eyes

"Miss, calm down, what happened exactly?"

"We don't have time for that! She's going to die if you don't come!"

You didn't listen to what the man said to you, quickly giving him the address before putting your phone down and put both of your hands to better use.

You grabbed a towel on the counter and applied more pressure on the bleeding wounds.

"I-it's gonna be okay.. I called 911... they'll be here quickly..." you said, in an attempt to comfort the girl.

Or maybe you were trying to convince yourself everything would be okay.

When the ambulance arrived, followed by the police, your hands and jeans were soaked with the girl's blood. She was still alive, you could feel it.

Some ladies helped you getting up, and led you to the back of an ambulance to see if you were hurt. A police officer then came so you could tell him what happened.

The rest happened really fast; they took your phone and called Sam, registered as the person to call in case of emergency, they told you they would need to keep it as an "evidence". Then Sam arrived.

She talked with a police officer, looking at you with worried eyes, before they finally let her pick you up.

She was about to hug you, but you stopped her, holding your hands in front of you.

"I wouldn't want to ruin your clothes..."

When you finally got home, Tara was waiting for you in the living room. She got up the second she heard the door.

"Y/n! Are you okay??"

She didn't wait for your answer and hugged you tight. The warmth of her body made you feel a little better.

"I have to see my therapist, can you take care of her while I'm gone?"

"You can go.. I'll be fine..." you said before Tara could answer

Sam nodded, still worried, before leaving.

"C'mon, let's clean you up.."

You both went to the bathroom, where Tara helped you take the blood off your hands, before giving you a new pair of jeans and throw the blood stained one.

Then, you headed to your room. You got under the covers, feeling safe with the blanket on you, while Tara sat beside you on the bed, stroking your hair gently.

She placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"You want to talk about it...?"

There was not much to say, as you arrived too late. You told her what you saw, Ava, stabbed several times, laying on the floor of her kitchen.

"He looked at me... he looked at me, and when I took the taser... he just- he ran away..."

"Don't worry, the police will catch this fuckhead soon. We already survived two Ghostface, we can survived one more, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I hope so.."

Then it hit you.

"... How do you know it was Ghostface...?"

You looked at her, sitting up in your bed. She stayed silent.

"Tara, how to do you it was Ghostface...?" your voice broke on the last words

"Y/n I-"

"Answer me."

"..."

That silence said everything. You couldn't hold back your tears.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..."

"I'm sorry! You weren't supposed to learn it like that... I-"

"I'm not doing that. Not again."

"I- I never would've hurt you I'm not-"

"The last person who said that tried to stab me five minutes later."

"I know but you have to believe me! I love you so much... I would never lay a hand on you-"

"Get out."

"No Y/n please listen..! She wasn't a good person, she-"

"Tara. Get. Out."

The look in your eyes hurt her. You didn't care. You got up. She took a step back, looking at you with teary eyes.

"Y/n please..."

"Get the fuck out of my room."

Without her realizing it, you made her walk out. You slammed the door shut as soon as her back hit the bathroom wall, locking it from inside.

You sat in the opposite corner, knees against your chest, face buried in your arms. Tara was banging on your door, trying to talk to you. You could hear the despair in her voice, the guilt.

But you couldn't do this again.

You covered your ears with your hands, head resting on your knees, tears flooding down your cheeks.

When the door opened, she stopped trying. You didn't hear anything for a solid five minutes, before someone, probably Sam, knocked on your door.

"Please go away..." your voice was low and broken

No one else tried to talk to you after that.

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You spent the next three weeks avoiding everyone, especially Tara. You still couldn't believe your sweet girlfriend killed Ava. Maybe she killed the others too. You weren't sure of anything at this point.

Despite all your efforts, one night, Sam managed to catch you in the kitchen, while you were grabbing some food.

"I'm worried about you... you don't talk to anyone, you almost don't eat... What happened that night...?"

"..."

"Y/n please... Tara's not doing well either, she feels really bad... I'm afraid she does something she'll regret... I don't know what she did, but you could talk about this, don't you think...? Or at least talk to me... maybe I can help..."

"You can't help us... We- I have to deal with this myself... But I can't right now, it still hurts too much..."

Before she could add anything, you got back into your room.

What could you do? Tell the police, and send the girl you loved in jail? No, that was not an option.

Forgive her, and hope she doesn't try to kill you? You wanted to. Yet you couldn't help but remember what happened with Amber. You thought you could convince her, and she tried to kill you.

The next day, while you were walking to class, you heard someone call your name. You turned around, already pissed.

"Y/n! Can I talk to you?"

It was Luca Harris, Ava's boyfriend.

"Uh... sure" you sighed

"Can we to go a.. more private place?"

You didn't really understand but you followed him behind the gardener's cabin.

"What do you want..?" you asked

"I'd like to talk about Ava..."

You glupped.

"What about her?"

"I wanted to thank you, for trying to save her."

"How do you know-"

"My dad has friends in the police. They told him they found you next to her, hands covered in her blood, trying to stop the bleeding..."

"That's what happened yeah..."

You didn't see where he was going. The only time you talked to him before was after you walked in on them having sex, to apologize.

"C'mon Y/n... we both know that's a lie"

"What...?"

"My dad's friends told him who you were. Y/n L/n, ex girlfriend of Amber Freeman. The psycho responsible for the Woodsboro massacre last year."

You felt your heart miss a beat.

"W-what are you trying to say...?" you asked

"Isn't it obvious? You killed Ava. Because you're as crazy as your ex. Because you were jealous of her."

"What...? Of course not..! Why would you-"

"Stop lying, I saw how you looked at me when you saw us in Ava's bed. You blushed so hard you were as red as a tomato."

"Because you were fucking naked!" you said, but he wasn't listening to you

"Your girlfriend can't satisfy you, can she? You needed someone else to take care of you properly, I can understand that. But you could've just asked, I would've done it with pleasure."

You tried to back off, but he wasn't ready to let you go.

"Why did you have to kill her? Now I have to kill you too... to avenge her"

Saying that, he took a pocket knife out of his jacket, and pressed a button to open the blade.

Luckily for you, Tara was watching from afar. The shine of the blade caught her attention.

In less than thirty seconds, she was here.

"What exactly do you think you're doing with that knife?" she asked the boy

"Ah, I was wondering when you would come. I was about to slice her open, just like she did to Ava."

"Don't you dare touch her."

"And what are you going to do, huh? Slap my knee? You're like 5'1! No wonder you can't satisfy her."

You tried you take a step closer to Tara, but Luca was faster than you. He put the knife against your throat, pushing the tip slightly into the soft flesh.

Everything happened so fast you barely understood what was going on.

Tara kicked the back of his knees and pulled him by his collar, making him fall slightly backward, before taking the knife out of his hand.

"No one touches my girlfriend dickhead."

With that, she stabbed him in the eye. Blood splattered on her shirt.

His body fell to your feet. He was dead before he even touched the ground.

You started to panic. There was tons of people only a few meters away. The body would be found before the end of the day.

You took a tissue in your pocket before bending down to remove Tara's fingerprints from the knife. Then, you took the boy's hand and wrapped it around the weapon, just in case, before taking off your sweater and throwing it at Tara.

She looked at you, mouth agape.

"Put it on, you're covered in blood."

She did as you told, before asking:

"So you don't hate me...?"

For the first time in weeks, your gaze met hers.

"Of course not..."

You saw her eyes shining a little with hope.

"Y/n I-"

"Can we talk about this later..? After classes? When we will be far away from his dead body?"

You didn't say that in a mean way, just worried someone might come here for whatever reason and catch you.

"Let's go before someone sees us..."

You both headed to class, hoping you didn't leave any evidences next to the body. Every time a teacher spoke, you were scared they had found the body.

Tara, on the other hand, was more relieved than scared. All she could think about was you. You didn't hate her. You gave her your sweater, her favorite one with your perfume on it.

It was too big for her, and you always told her she looked so cute in it. She spent her day thinking about all your dates and the moments you spent together.

Until an announcement was made.

You were in history, one of the only classes you had together, when the speakers turned on. The director started talking. They found the body.

You gave Tara a worried look across the class.

"Classes will end now. You must go home and lock the doors. Don't walk alone, always be with someone. Don't take any risks, if you see something suspect, call the police immediately."

Everyone started to talked as soon as the announcement ended, quickly exiting the classroom to find a friend to walk home with.

You walked to Tara, feeling sick.

"You okay..?"

"Yeah I think... let's just... let's go home..."

She nodded, and was about to take your hand, before stopping, not sure you wanted her to. You looked at her for a second, and took her hand.

"... I'm sorry I didn't try to talk to you... It just brought back memories I wanted to forget..." you said

You were both sitting on your bed, decided to explain yourselves.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing, I knew what Amber did, I saw how you felt after that, and I did the same... But the simple thought of someone wanting to hurt you makes me sick to the core... I... I just wanted to protect you..."

You placed your hand on hers softly.

"Why did you kill Ava..?" you asked gently

"I... I heard them, her boyfriend and her. They were talking about you.. He was telling her what happened at Woodsboro, the murder, that you were Amber's girlfriend, and probably her accomplice... They wanted to blackmail you, using that information..."

You didn't say anything, taking a minute to register the informations.

"And... and the others...?"

Once again, she explained everything to you. These ones wanted to take you away from her. It was true that they had been flirting with you for a month or so, and became more and more insistent.

"... You're not mad...?" she asked

"I can't say I'm happy about that... but you did this to protect me so... Thank you..."

Your lips curled up into a little smile.

"Does that means.. does that means we still have a chance..?"

"At first, when I learnt you did.. what you did, I thought you were like Amber... But I had time to think, the past weeks, and... Now that you told me everything... I realized you couldn't be more different... She was ready to kill me realizing I would leave her... You killed people to protect me from getting hurt, even if it meant me being mad at you"

You brought her hand to your lips, placing a kiss on her knuckles.

"I love you so much Tara... I'm sorry it took me that long to talk with you... but please stop killing people, I don't want to take the risk to lose you..."

"I'll try. For you"

She came closer to you, sitting on your lap, and cupped your cheeks. You tilted your head up slightly to look at her, before her soft lips met yours.

"I missed you" you whispered against her lips

"I missed you too"

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electraslight · 2 months

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fave bevin headcanons ??? ik u probably have answered this and dgaf but I love them and love hearing ur ideas and opinions they're always so great ☹️❤️‍🔥( im a lurker so I apologize for the lack of interaction !!!!! )

hiii taking a break in my no tumblr run to prosteleytize abt bevin, here are some loose headcannons

-kevin had a running joke going for a bit where he would not let ben out of the car until he gave him a kiss on the cheek aka Kiss Tax especially when people who weren't ben gwen and kevin were also in the car. he thinks the way ben gets mad about it is very funny, but it kind of backfires on him because ben stops getting mad and just does it and now every time he drives ben somewhere he gets a kiss. hes considering making the ride tax something more embarassing, like kissing with tongue.

-kevin sleeps with such a wide berth that he will somehow be on top of someone during any nap, even if the person is sitting feet away. the only one who's ok with being snored and drooled on is ben, because he is constantly cold and appreciates a bro snuggle

-ben and kevin do that scoobly do shit when theyre scared (a la jumping into each others arms n high pitched screaming)

-u may at this point be like 'hey these aren't bevin headcannons this is just them doing mildly gay best friend stuff' and to this i raise u this: i feel like, if ben and kevin were to ever aknowlege their feelings for each other, they wouldn't be the type of ppl to 'date'. theyre kind of beyond dating at this point, arent they? their relationship isnt really defined by human terms, as theyre both distanced from a lot of human social norms (kind of teetering on the brink of human and alien) and also theyve been through so much shit it would be weird to suddenly go through the human rituals of 'hold hands and go to resturants and introduce him to the parents blah blah blah'. they're more than that, and the way they go about being in love is kind of the same way they're friends, still joined at the hip and ragging on each other, still getting into fights and willing to kill and die for each other. its like being best friends and being 30 year married people at once. theyre sure theres some alien word for it, but they dont really care. ben is kevins and kevin is bens, and thats how they roll. and they make out with tongue. duh.

(clarifying for ppl w no reading comprehension: they are in gay homo love but they dont put labels like 'boyfriend' or 'dating' on it bc once youve held another boys hand and made the choice to destroy your body to save him twice + your lover learned what it meant to be a hero from u and you are a symbol of hope for him and he is for u you cant really just be like 'heres my bae' now can you. relationship anarchy win.)

#ben 10 #ben 10 omniverse #ben 10 alien force #ben tennyson #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 classic #kevin levin #ben ten #b10 #bevin #ben10

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myriadparacosm · 28 days

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SMALL DROP OF Ambrosia (Chap.6 of Black Beats Black - Hanahaki)

Just a little glimpse of a short scene (:

“Sometimes I wish he had killed me.”

Sirius blinked, shifting ever so slightly even when their noses are already close to smooch. Remus wanted to gently bite it, pinch it or pet it up to the bridge before kissing, but he stayed put. He loved the proximity and he kept his eyes on his canopy. Sharing a bed was starting to be tricky as they grew up but it brought the chance to stay close, in an almost embrace, where their skins meet and their breaths play together in the quiet night.

“I don’t,” he simply replied.

They always had muffliato spells when they joined one or the other in a bed, simply to talk or bask in their presence. Sirius had always been fond of touch but he only acted on it after the winter break of their first year; it started with James then he grew confident to try his luck around Remus and Peter. They never did much outside from just laying beside each other, sometimes they hug when one can’t calm down and they might have fallen asleep once or twice like that. Remus hoped it would be one of these moments again but he kept his body still.

He roughly cleared his throat, blinking in the dark and breathing in the slight smell of ink and fresh honey that followed Sirius. His arm itched and thrumed menacingly, especially where the scar of the bite had sunken under new ones.

“I wouldn’t be a monster.”

“You would be dead,” Sirius pointed out and swallowed, echoing unconsciously into Remus because their whole bodies are weld and warm. “You are not a monster Moony. This bastard is. But you’re better.”

“You don’t understand,” he argued.

The first time Remus had shifted, he woke up in a pool of blood without real conscience of what is real. He figured that he died and a large part had wished so behind his nebulous eyes. The one side that might have hoped to live had been torned off from his body, leaving a false arm in its stead - mangled and gnarled into a gross piece of flesh.

Greyback’s bite disappeared under it but it still slithered to grab Remus by his throat. His whole arm is a mess of scars despite the intense healing his father tried, giving him back his arms but not his will. This spot where the bite was is always the focus of Moony on very bad nights before attacking somewhere else.

“Then, I would die too.”

“What?”

His eyes turned blurry at his hasty glance, finally taking in the sight of Sirius tucked right against him. Dangerously close on his single pillow and gripping all his thoughts with a grin. Two little moons stared at Remus, glimmering and so silver it’s uneasy but he would drink it in. There was no cold living under thick black lashes. He had always hated the moon after getting bitten except for these two small ones that smile, laugh and whine like pure magic.

“I wouldn’t want to live if you didn’t. I won't be happy.”

His words were clear. So simple that Remus got his breath shaken and trembling for a minute. Sirius’ lips fell shut in a crooked manner, almost shy and yet bold, calling him to challenge - just I dare you.

“You would,” Remus replied, ignoring his laboring heart and the gasps under his skin where the beast crawls. “Not much would change if I wasn't here. You wouldn’t even know that I’m not here.”

“I would,” he argued without any argument.

“You would have never heard of me-”

“I would still miss you,” Sirius cut and this time their nose kissed. “Moony, I would always know that something is missing. Even if I don’t meet you at your glorious scrawny eleven years old or years later, decades, centuries. I will know. You are not here and I won't be happy until you are. It doesn't feel right.”

Remus swallowed the incessant desire to wolf Sirius. “You wouldn’t know,” he weakly said as their breaths restarted together.

Sirius didn’t laugh. He didn’t smile. His lips curled in a trembling way and he blinked with a mist. One of his feet slightly brushed Remus’ ankle as his eyes fell shut, head tucked against his.

“I will always wait and look for you. Even in another universe, Remus.”

They are still in the same universe, less than a year later, but strangers. Remus thinks that he still knows Sirius. He hopes so, but he doesn't quite know.

This chapter is already 30 pages long and I'm not even half-done (: (help)

(I'm looking for a beta-reader for this story, and maybe others, if someone enjoyed this short passage)

#hp marauders #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #my writing #hanahaki au #Black Beats Black #myriadparacosm #happy ending #sirius loves remus #remus loves sirius #But I will break them both

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usopp and sanji being pining idiots pre-timeskip and completely head over heels for each other without saying a thing. and then sabaody happens and they're both like "well, i guess this is it. i'll have to get over this crush because if there was no way he loved me back before, now it's even more unlikely because he'll forget about me after two years".

and it kind of works, really. even if sanji has a crisis every time he sees usopp's new body. even if usopp tries hard not to be jealous when he sees sanji flirting with girls. because they're friends again —they used to be more. best friends, they said once— and although they don't talk as much as they did before, it's enough.

but it actually isn't. because sanji suddenly has to get married? apparently? and all the feelings suddenly flourish again.

usopp wants to go to whole cake too but he can't because he shouldn't do that to himself —in case sanji does end up getting married— and he is sure that he'll most likely lose it there and will either have a breakdown and be a burden or suffer in silence while he sees the love of his life getting married to somebody else. so he goes to wano instead, and hopes for sanji to come back —to him—.

sanji doesn't want to get married. that's a fact. but it's not only because he refuses to be considered a vinsmoke or because he doesn't know the girl, but because he just realized he's a fucking idiot and he's been in love with usopp all along. but there's no way he loves him back, and staying with the crew will only cause them trouble. so he stays at whole cake instead and loses all hopes of going back to usopp.

but then sanji ends up coming back, surprisingly enough for both, and now it's even harder for them to be together and close because they know for a fact they won't be able to keep their hands off each other. sanji literally can't stop his heart from pounding hard enough for it to be heard through the whole country of wano, and usopp is a stuttering mess whenever they see each other. and when they aren't pining, they keep on thinking about impossible dreams and kisses that will never happen, and it aches so fucking much they feel they will never be able to be together alone ever again.

so they keep dancing around each other and it isn't that hard this time because they're a bit, uh, busy trying to not get fucking killed by dinosaurs or you know, a fucking dragon.

which, by the way, it's huge. the biggest threat they've encountered yet. and when they see kaido like that... it does something for both of them.

they have this realization at the same time, funny enough. they need to talk in private. right fucking now. because they can't die before being able to confess. losing each other once —or twice, thinking about water 7—.

somewhere in between all the chaos and soba-mask being a thing —sending usopp fucking insane, because sanji just looks too good and he's so bad at superhero names and the sniper just needs to kiss him silly— they come to the sudden agreement to talk things out.

and more than 'sudden agreement' it's actually them saying: "usopp, we need to talk" / "i have to tell you something, sanji" at the same time. and they're blushing and trembling under each other's stares and- they expect the worst, honestly. because they're idiots and oblivious and they don't notice the way the other smiles when they aren't looking.

so, they talk things out.

they're both nervous and they keep speaking over each other's words and they never really say what they want to say.

usopp explains that he has missed him so much and was so scared to lose him when he went to whole cake to get married —emphasizing the getting married thing— and he keeps saying stuff about their relationship that definitely isn't what he wants to truly say because he keeps rambling about nonsense and loses himself in his feelings.

and then sanji interrupts him because he isn't understanding anything at all, but he at least gets what usopp is trying to say. but sanji isn't any better, because he tries to say what he feels but his words keep getting stuck in his throat and he isn't capable of saying anything that isn't things about how much he fucked up at whole cake and how much he missed usopp too and how much he thought about sogeking rescuing him.

and he apologizes for losing the friendship they used to have two years ago. usopp does the same.

"i'm glad we settled this."

"back to being best friends?"

"of course. of course, usopp. yes."

but usopp quickly notices sanji's smile disappearing and changing his face completely.

and sanji says something like: "no- no, that's- that's not what i wanted to say. i don't want to go back to the way things were."

and usopp fucking hates this. it's his worst nightmare. losing sanji like this. but he lets out a fake laugh, pretending everything's fine, because he's now extremely used to doing this around sanji. "it's fine. i- i understand why you wouldn't-"

"that's not it! you- fuck, usopp, okay. you got it all wrong or- or maybe it's me who fucked up while trying to explain it but-" sanji's hands are trembling, and usopp keeps staring at him with confusion and fear. the cook takes a deep breath. "i didn't want to get married to pudding because i- i'm not in love with her. get what- ugh, get what i'm trying to say?"

but the only thing usopp hears is that sanji is in love and with someone that probably isn't him. so he laughs once again. "yes! of course, i'm sure she's a lucky girl for, um, having your love and-"

and sanji is just so tired he almost rolls his eyes. almost. because even though usopp is being stupid and he would love to kiss him out of frustration, sanji is so anxious he can't even do that. he's never had so many issues trying to love somebody.

sanji apologizes for ruining their friendship. "i'm sorry. i really am. but you're just so dumb sometimes-" and that's the last thing he says before kissing usopp.

and, well, usopp doesn't kiss him back right away because "what the fuck is going on right now" and "sanji sanji sanjisanjisanjisanjisanjisanjisanji" are the only things in his brain.

but when the cook is about to move away, usopp finally presses their lips together again.

and in an empty alleyway in wano —that still manages to be gorgeous somehow, because this is pretty much the most beautiful place they've even been at— sanji and usopp finally are together. which means they're even more scared of losing each other in the next battle they're going to have.

but at least, now, they won't regret anything if it happens.

#i was inspired #sorry my sanuso demons took over me #i just like the idea of sanuso pining until they can't hold it in anymore #and nobody talks about wano sanuso and i love wano sanuso #i haven't finished wano yet but idc #they're so important to me #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso

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somerandomwizard · 1 year

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Hazbin Hotel Incorrect Quotes

Angel: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!

Charlie: Ok, Angel, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918?

Angel: 1917.

Charlie: ...You're ready.

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Cherri: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit, though, fire is fascinating.

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Angel: Onion rings are vegetable doughnuts.

Vaggie, used to Angel being dumb: Sure...

Angel: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Vaggie: Okay?

Angel: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Vaggie:

Angel: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Vaggie: Jesus, that one is a little--

Charlie, interested: No, no, Angel, keep going.

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Alastor: I am literally evil incarnate.

Alastor: I'm not actually, I just enjoy being evil.

Alastor: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I'm making a conscious effort.

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Niffty: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.

Husk: Heck.

Niffty: You're on thin fucking ice.

Niffty: Oh no-

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Angel to Sir Pentious: Me? I'm the bees knees, but you? You're just...

Cherri: Cockroach ankles!

Angel: Ye- uh, what?

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Sir Pentious: I hope no one lowkey hatessss me.

Sir Pentious: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being.

Sir Pentious: Go big or go home.

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Niffty: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew, and dragonfruit.

Niffty: Fruits that do live up to their name?

Niffty: Orange.

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Vaggie: Could you be anymore annoying?

Angel: Yes.

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Arackniss: I'm not doing too well.

Molly: What wrong?

Arackniss: I have this headache that comes and goes.

*Angel enters the room*

Arackniss: There it is again.

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Arackniss: *cocks gun* Go to bed. This is no longer a request, this is now a threat.

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Molly, out grocery hopping: *takes a free sample twice*

Molly: Robbery and fraud. I am a rebel.

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Vaggie: I karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Husk: *gets a text* Oh, It's Alastor.

Niffty, excitedly and jumping up and down: Did he get the stuff?

Husk: Yeah, he says he got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Niffty: Wow! Where'd he find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Husk: You wanted fake blood?

Niffty:

Husk: I'll call Al.

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Charlie: Anybody got some crayons so I can color in my P.H.D?

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Charlie, putting a loving hand on Vaggie's shoulder: Vaggie, sweetie, please don't stay up all night. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.

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Arackniss: Could you all at least try to fucking see this from my perspective?

Cherri: *crouches down*

Molly: *kneels down*

Angel: *sits on floor*

Arackniss:

Arackniss: I hate all of you.

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Angel: We might have gotten in a bar room brawl back in the city.

Arackniss: Well, that was entirely predictable.

Angel: One if them punched a gang member.

Arackniss: Was it Pops?

Angel: Molly, actually.

Arackniss: Oh, that was going to be my second guess.

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Angel, singing the tune to I Kissed A Girl: I killed a guy, and I like it-

Arackniss, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Molly, also singing: -The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Henroin, appalled: Call the eoxrcist.

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Vaggie: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Charlie: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Angel: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Charlie, learn to listen.

Niffty: What if it bites itself and I die?

Alastor: That’s voodoo.

Charlie: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Angel: That’s correlation, not causation.

Niffty: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Angel: That’s kinky.

Husk: Oh my God.

#Hazbin Hotel #Charlie Morningstar #Vaggie #Angel Dust #Alastor #Niffty #Husk #Cherri Bomb #Sir Pentious #Molly Hazbin Hotel #Arackniss #Henroin #Incorrect quotes #Incorrect Hazbin Hotel Quotes

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Tokyo Ghoul Characters as MCR songs

This is for shits and giggles, please don't take this too serious. I originally wanted to cover Every album and compare Every song to a character from each album and then realized nobody cares that deeply so here is a brief version!

Kaneki - Famous Last Words - "Can you see my eyes are shining bright? 'Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak. Is it hard understanding, I'm incomplete?"

Haise - AMBULANCE - "And we will wear our masks again, out after dark, 'cause we are up for everything it takes, and we are not the same."

Ginshi - Cancer - "But counting down the days to go, it just ain't living, and I just hope you know that if you say goodbye today, I'd ask you to be true because the hardest part of this is leaving you."

Urie - Sleep - "Don't you breathe for me, undeserving of your sympathy, 'cause there ain't no way I'm sorry for what I did."

Mutsuki - DESTROYA - "With duct-tape scars on my honey, they don't like who you are. You won't like where we'll go, brother, protect me now."

Saiko - The Kids from Yesterday - "All the cameras watch the accidents and stars you hate. They only care if you can bleed. Does the television make you feel the pills you ate or every person that you need to be?"

Arima - The Foundations of Decay - "Let the flesh submit itself to gravity. Let our bodies lay, mark our hearts with shame. Let our blood in vain, you find God in pain. Now if your convictions were a passing phase, may your ashes feed the river in the morning rays. And as the vermin crawls we lay in the foundations of decay."

Hide - The World is Ugly - "These are their hearts, but their hearts don't beat like ours. They burn 'cause they are all afraid. But mine beats twice as hard, 'cause the world is ugly, but you're beautiful to me."

Touka - The Ghost of You - "At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies, she dies. At the end of the world, or the last thing I see, you are never coming home."

Hinami - Cemetary Drive - "If you want, I'll keep on crying. Did you get what you deserve? Is this what you always want me for? I miss you."

Ayato - Thank You for the Venom - "I keep a gun in the book you gave me. Hallelujah, lock and load. Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son."

Nishiki - The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You - "Gaze into her killing jar, I'd sometimes stare for hours. She even poked the holes so I can breathe."

Eto - Give 'Em Hell Kid - "Some might say we are made from the sharpest things you say. We are young and we don't care. Your dreams and your hopeless hair. We never wanted it to be this way for all our lives."

Naki - The Only Hope for Me is You - "Because you're the only hope for me. And if we can't find where we belong, we'll have to make it on our own."

Takizawa - House of Wolves - "Tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave. Tell me I'm a bad man, kick me like a stray."

Tsukiyama - Romance - There's no lyrics but the vibe is *chefs kiss*

Uta - I Never Told You What I Do for a Living - "It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't just for the fame, it's for the bodies I claim and lose. Only go so far 'til you bury them so deep and down we go, down."

Renji - Headfirst for Halos - "And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall, fall on your tongue like pixie dust, just think happy thoughts, and we'll fly home."

Juuzou - Mama - "Well, mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue. You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son."

Rize - Our Lady of Sorrows - "We could be perfect lovers one last night, and die like star-crossed lovers when we fight."

Akira - Skylines and Turnstiles - "We walk in single file. We light our rails and punch our time. Ride escalators colder than a cell. The broken city-sky, like butane on my skin, stolen from my eyes."

Amon - Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back - "For all of us who've seen the light, salute the dead and lead the fight. Who gives a damn if we lose the war? Let the walls come down, let the engines roar."

Feel free to add your own interpretations but these are songs that I think relate to the characters! :)

#tokyo ghoul #mcr #tgre #tg kaneki #tg:re

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I love how unlike in the original game, Leon is actually angry at Ada. In the original not only does he seem unaffected by the fact that she's still alive, he doesn't even care that she used and betrayed him. I like how Leon now acts indifferent and distrustful of her, and now Ada is the one trying to get his attention.

Another thing that stood out to me was that Ada tried to convince Leon to let Ashley die twice, and I love her disappointed expression when Leon ignored her both times lol.

I'm happy that Capcom is rewriting their canon, and I really hope they scrap Aeon if they plan on remaking RE 6. Ada is still basically treating Leon like a dog and that's disgusting and I don't understand how some people think the Aeon is a "beautiful, romantic relationship".

Their meeting in OG is so weird because it almost feels like that's not actually the first time that they've seen each other between RE2 and RE4. I don't think that that's actually the case -- but, at the very least, Leon seems to have gotten confirmation a long time ago that Ada was actually still alive. ("So it is true. You, working with Wesker.") So, it does make sense that he's not super shocked or otherwise emotionally affected to see her.

I don't think that it's fair to say that he doesn't care that she betrayed him, though. He's definitely wary of her throughout the game ("Why are you here? Why'd you show up like this?" / "Maybe it's about time you told me the reason why you're here."), and he's right to be because -- duh, Wesker.

But, he's not overly worried about it because Ada also gave him a declaration of love and a genuine, dying kiss in OG RE2, so OG Leon has no reason to believe that Ada's going to do anything to actively hurt him or fuck him over, even if she is working with Wesker.

Remake canon is a whole different beast.

Ada never professed feelings in RE2make, and the kiss she gave him in that version of the story was disingenuous and outwardly manipulative. He might not have realized it at the time, but I'm sure he definitely saw it in hindsight. And Leon doesn't have the intel about Wesker going into RE4make, either, so he has absolutely no idea what she's been up to in the last six years. He has every reason to be way more suspicious and uncertain of her motives than he was in OG.

For all intents and purposes, I would argue that Remake canon killed Aeon in RE2make, when Leon points a gun at her and tells her that he never trusted her. OG Leon would have never, because, arguably, OG Ada never deserved it.

Like, I really don't think it's fair to say that OG Ada treated OG Leon like a dog. OG Ada was honest with Leon in ways that Remake Ada never, ever was. OG Ada was also kinder and softer in a lot of different ways that Remake Ada isn't -- and, OG Ada has only ever been on Leon's side. No matter which way the tides turned, Ada always kept her lot thrown in with Leon and never went back on it.

Remake Ada does not do that -- at least, not in a way that he can see. Remake Ada actually does manipulate Remake Leon in the way that people perceive her as always having done in OG (but she actually didn't).

Like, is Aeon stupid and poorly written and badly executed in OG? Oh, absolutely. That's why we're having this conversation to begin with. It's so poorly executed that people can't even agree on what the fuck actually happened between them. But... it is internally consistent, if you pull back and look at it as a complete picture.

This might be a weird pedantic, overly nuanced thing I'm about to say but, like.

I feel like Ada's use of Leon in OG was done from a place of respect, if that makes sense? She knew how smart and capable he was, and she respected that about him, so she looked at him from the perspective of "we'll work together on shit as a team, but I just can't/won't tell him the full extent of what I'm actually doing." And Leon kind of understood that and was grateful for her help, because she continuously gave him reasons to trust her. So, his response was, "We'll work together on shit as a team, and if I don't ask her what she's doing, we can stay a team."

Remake Ada's use of Leon is a lot more malicious. She doesn't respect him; she wants something from him. Remake Ada's use/manipulation of Leon feels more like her looking at him and going "You know, I could probably get something out of him if I play my cards right." It's like that old Chris Rock bit where he talks about how girls don't fuck him just because they want to fuck him; they look at him and go "You know, if I fuck Chris Rock, I bet I could get him to pay my Visa bill."

I feel like that has the opportunity to change, though? Because it does seem like Ada has a genuine change of heart in the post-credits scene of RE4make. The question now is if Remake Leon would actually accept that change of heart or not.

Personally, I don't think that he will -- I think he wants to, just like he wanted to trust her in RE2make. But, ultimately, he didn't trust her. And I think he won't accept her change of heart, either, simply because she's given him absolutely no reason to.

And I think Remake canon could be setting up to turn Ada into a far more tragic character. Without Leon's support and without a plan already set in place when she betrays Wesker, I don't think that this is going to end well for her. She might become the type of character who learned the lesson too late and now can't be saved.

Which... like... sucks. But at the same time is really fucking awesome, because literally no one in the RE universe ever faces real, actual, tangible consequences for their actions. Most of that fucking cast should be dead or turned or both by now. And while it sucks that Ada might end up the sacrificial lamb for this, she's also the best candidate for being the first one to go through it -- because, if Capcom can pull it off with Ada, they're coming for Chris next. Because no one needs to face consequences more than that motherfucker.

And that's gonna be a whole fuckin thing, man.

#resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 2 #ada wong #leon kennedy

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I think that we've got a chance, now that we've reached wonderland

Word count: 8.3k

Summary: Where Komaeda deserves the best, especially on his birthday

Nagito Komaeda is a foreigner when it comes to receiving affection.

Komaeda has no problem wrapping his arms around your waist or pressing his lips to your cheek whenever he wants. He's thankful for you pampering him day to day. You provide him with all sorts of comfort. You like his affection. You make sure to remind him every day. You love him. Komaeda knows that; because each time you press your lips to his, he tastes the familiar warmth you always press onto him and the rosiness of your cheeks when you confessed to him.

He's worried about his luck affecting you.

He always does, yet you don't seem to be affected by his luck. It was as if you were the ultimate nullifier or something. Maybe you were; you were in his eyes after all. You were so pretty. He didn't even remember if you had an ultimate talent. You could be the ultimate lover; or something along the lines of that. His talent wasn't worth much compared to the others with better talents, but you loved him to the moon. You held him in your arms, whispering soft praises and gentle words reminding him of his worth. He could spend eternity in your arms. He would kill someone for you. Oh, how did he get so lucky?

Komaeda wakes up in the morning with your arms wrapped around his neck, firm around his body. You look angelic with the sun's rays gleaming behind you. Komaeda tucks a strand of hair out of your face, and presses gentle kisses to your face. You like being woken up that way. You like the affection he gives you. You accept him with open arms. He didn't care if you were a devil in disguise; you were his angel. The angel that came out of nowhere and made a hopeless case like him feel like he was enough.

He feels you shift in his arms, and he moves slightly, so that he wasn't in your chest like before.

"Good morning, my hope," He smiles at you gently.

"Good morning, my light," You adjust your arms and press a kiss to his collar.

Komaeda smiles. You look gorgeous against the sun. Oh, you're just so pretty. The way your lashes flutter open to stare up at him with the same eyes he's loved since forever; It feels unreal. He could spend eternity in your arms; he would gladly die in your arms too. You're just... so... dazzling. Komaeda loves you so much. He doesn't think he could ever love someone else like this ever again. He doesn't want to love anyone else like this ever.

"Happy birthday, Nagito," You coo, pinching Komaeda's cheeks. "We're going out today, so we can't spend too long in bed."

"Just a little longer?" He bats his lashes at you.

"Just a little," You mumble. You let go of his cheek; and trail your hand down his neck to his chest. You trace lazy hearts on his chest, and Komaeda smiles harder.

"Where are we going?"

"An amusement park," You hum. "But if it brings back bad memories-"

"I can override them with good ones from you," Komaeda mumbles into your hair. "Right?"

"Yes," You tap his chest twice. "Now, let's get going before the line gets too long."

"Mmk," Komaeda loosens his arms around you, and you sit up. Komaeda stretches his arms as you step off the bed to wash up for the morning. He lies on the bed for a few more minutes before he gets off himself. You glance at him as he enters the bathroom and stands behind you, reaching for his toothbrush. Komaeda brushes his teeth, staring at you put on sunscreen for the day. You finish with yourself and stare at Komaeda expectantly.

"I don't want to," He pouts, spitting out the water.

"You'll get sunburnt if you don't," You mirror his pout.

"But I don't like the texture," He mumbles, leaning in anyways.

"I know, love," You pat the sunscreen onto his face gently before rubbing it in. "But we don't want you to end up sunburnt like you did last time."

"I can wear a-" He purses his lips so you can get the area around his lips. "Hat."

"It's too humid for that today," You blink at him before pressing a kiss to his lips. "Hm? I'm done."

"I'll forget about it later, right?" He chases your lips.

"Yes," You smile. "You'll forget you have sunscreen on."

"Good," He mumbles as the two of you trail out to the kitchen.

"What do you want on the bagel today?"

"I don't know," He mumbles. "Hm... you pick."

"Are you sure?" You raise a brow, putting on the apron.

"Yeah," He smiles. He takes the loose strings on the side of the apron, and he ties them into a pretty little bow. "Can I tie your hair?"

"Yes, thank you, Nagi," You smile as Komaeda's hand threads through your hair. He ties your hair loosely with a hair tie around his wrist. You giggle as he presses a kiss to the back of your neck.

You pull a can of cream cheese out from the fridge, and you toss the bagels into the toaster. Komaeda watches you start the morning with ease, pouring water into the kettle to boil while you look for a knife for the cream cheese. Outside, the sun has already risen, and Komaeda watches you pour the tea out the tin. Making sure it's the right tea for each of you, you pour the hot water in. You let it steep as you spread the cream cheese onto the bagel. You place the two slices onto a plate, and Komaeda reaches for one.

"Just plain cream cheese?"

"Not yet, Nagi," You hum. "I need to slice the avocado."

"Ooh? Salmon avocado?" Komaeda gets out of his seat to peek over your shoulder. He steps to the side as you're using the knife and watches you cut into the salmon. You slide the knife back into the rack, and Komaeda steps behind you again. Peeking over your shoulder, Komaeda watches as you turn the avocados into a guac, and he reaches for the salt and pepper.

"Can I help?"

"Of course, Nagi," You smile. He twists the salt and pepper grinder, and mirrors your smile.

Komaeda places them back into the cabinet as you squeeze half a lemon into the green. He sits back down as you move to the kitchen island to spread the avocado. Your movement is smooth; you do this nearly every morning. You wonder why Komaeda doesn't work sometimes. Well, not like he doesn't have any money. He probably has more money in his bank account than savings for some people. Komaeda yields from money; and he won lotteries. His luck carries the two of you when you sit down for investment; Something about how he experienced all the bad luck when he was younger.

You make a sauce for the salmon, and pull on plastic gloves to coat the salmon in the sauce. Komaeda scoops a finger of avocado from the bowl, and sticks it in his mouth.

"It tastes good,"

"That's good to hear," You smile. "Wanna try a salmon cube?"

Komaeda opens his mouth, and you slip a piece into his mouth.

"It's good." He pauses. "As usual."

"Mm," You smile as you place the salmon onto the bagel. "Breakfast is served!"

Komaeda waits for you to sit down as you pull the gloves off. You turn around to the sight of him waiting. "Are you not eating?"

"I want to wait for you," He smiles. "So we can eat together."

You chuckle, and you tug the apron string.

Komaeda watches you with stars in his eyes. You're so pretty. Even as you do the most mundane of things, you're still breathtaking in his eyes. He wants to press kisses over every inch of your skin until he outnumbers the stars, until the moon would meet the sun, until the sun could do nothing except adore the moon to ashes. Komaeda wants to love you until the earth has become a desert of corruption, where he will be the only thing you'll hold onto and love.

"Let's eat," You smile as Komaeda slides you your cup of tea. You reach for it, but Komaeda pauses you.

"Ah, you didn't add any milk or sugar..." Komaeda scratches his cheek as he heads for the fridge.

"It's fine," You start to get up from your seat. "I can do it myself-"

"It's fine," Komaeda smiles. "Let me."

You watch as Komaeda pours a dash of milk into your tea and a spoonful of sugar. He closes the cap on the milk, and he hands you a teaspoon. You mix your tea in as Komaeda puts everything back. He's good at a lot of things. He plays a little piano from when he was really young, and he's really good at chess and go stone. He's really smart. He sits down next to you, and the two of you speak up in sync.

"Thank you for the food!"

Breakfast with Komaeda is usually silent. Komaeda goes on an occasional tangent about hope sometimes, but he's quiet today. He stares at you as you bite into the toast after he does, and he chews slowly as you eat yours. There's a warm ambience that fills Komaeda with a sense of hope as he watches you finish your food. You eat faster than he does, and he often feels bad for taking his time, but you have no problem with it. If anything, eating slow helps with digestion and stops overeating. You wonder if that's why he still seems so frail after so long.

"Did you take your vitamins yet, Nagi?" You peer at him.

He blinks in realization, and he gets up from his seat to get them. He pours himself a cup of water, and he take his pills, grimacing at the taste. He hates them, but he supposes it's essential to living a healthy, hopeful life.

"Good job," You brush his bangs out of the way and press a kiss to his forehead. "I'm proud of you, Nagi."

Komaeda beams at you.

You finish your meal first, washing your plate as you wait for Komaeda to finish his. You stare at the way the sun paints his face a shimmering gold. He's still pale after all these years, although he isn't pale from being sick anymore. Perhaps he just had something else. The corners of your lips curl upward as Komaeda finishes the last of his slice. You reach for the corner of his lips, pressing a kiss and then licking off the crumbs. "Tastes much better like that."

Komaeda flushes red from his neck to his ears. "A-ah, my hope... you know I'm weak to compliments like that."

You grin at him, washing up his plate. Komaeda pouts as he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His hair tickles your cheek, and you lean slightly to rest your head on his. Komaeda sways gently; as you hum a mindless melody. You take off the gloves, and Komaeda rummages through his pocket for something.

"Ah, here," He grabs the towel to wipe your hands dry, and he twists the small bottle of hand cream open. Squeezing a little bit onto his hand, he massages it into your hands. "So your pretty hands don't crack or dry out."

You smile at him as he covers each inch and crevis of your hand with the lotion. His hands are soft. You had mentioned once that his hands were rough and started applying hand lotion to his hands to keep them from cracking, and it had turned into a gesture of love. You kept a small bottle of scentless lotion on you; while he carried some expensive grapefruit scented hand cream for you. He applies lotion on your hands after you finish cleaning for the morning or night, and you put lotion on his fingers whenever he has time. His hands have grown softer over the time you've spent together.

"Thank you, Nagi," You grin up at him, leaning to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Komaeda moves his face so his lips meet yours, and you flush red.

"Nagi!"

"Sorry," He smooches your cheek. "You look cute."

"Thank you," You mumble.

"Shall we go out?"

"Yes," You stare at the clock. "It's early enough."

"I hope my bad luck doesn't get in the way..."

"It won't," You grab Komaeda's hand and trace lazy circles on the back with your thumb. "It won't. I promise, Nagi."

Komaeada smiles gently. "If you say so, my hope."

Komaeda helps with your coat, and you wrap the scarf around his neck. The two of you set out. The sun's already beaming with an orange only seen at sunrise, and though it's only nearing 6am, the streets are already filling with people. The streets of the city bustle with quiet voices and soft whispers, and Komaeda turns to look around the people around the two of you.

"Are we taking the train?" Komaeda blinks.

"Mhm," You hum. "Ah, but we can take a cab if it's too crowded."

Komaeda's grip on your hand tightens, and you chuckle. The trains are pretty empty at 6am in the morning, and Komaeda lets out a breath of relief once he's seated down next to you. He keeps you on the inside of the seat to avoid chikans. He had a height advantage that scared some people away. You always tell him to stand straight or else his back will be slouched forever, but he still slouches from time to time. The only time he's not slouching at all is on the train. The last time that happened, you got groped.

Komaeda traces lazy stars on the back of your hand as the two of you rest on the train. It would take around an hour, you had told him before. He fiddles with the ring on his finger, staring at the way the band wrapped around his finger. His eyes soften as he leans his shoulder onto you, and you lean onto his.

Komaeda recalls how you met him; and how despite him pushing you away, you had stayed. Even through all of his treatment, you had stuck to his side. Something about his luck had worn down over the years after he recovered from lymphoma. You had been there on his last day of treatment, sitting on the side, staring at the equipment and then smiling at him. He had watched you spend what seemed like his eternity next to him, so he promised to spend your eternity next to you.

Komaeda grabs your left hand, and he presses a gentle kiss to the sun on your ring. You smile; the sun burning the back of your head isn't anything compared to what Komaeda will experience today. He wonders if your head is hot from the rays. You peer up at him, and he smiles down at you. You look pretty. Komaeda stares out the window across from him, and he spots the old Hope's Peak in the corner.

"I wonder what my classmates are up to."

"Do you want to invite them today?" You reach for your phone, and Komaeda presses his hand onto yours.

"It's fine." He hums. "Too many people overwhelm me." he pauses. "Even if they're old classmates."

"Of course," Komaeda rests his eyes, leaning onto you again, and you stare out the opposing window. The buildings and skyscrapers pass by in a blur. The only thing you focused on was Komaeda's breathing. He sounded peaceful while he rested. You wonder if his insomnia was bad again yesterday. You don't worry yourself with it. You trust Komaeda to tell you his problems.

The announcement calls as the two of you make it to the stop at Disney. Komaeda gets up first, offering his hand to pull you up. The two of you leave the train, and Komaeda stands next to you as you stare at the map on the wall.

"Where are we going first?"

"The park doesn't open until 9," You hum, checking your watch.

"It's around eight right now," Komaeda hums, staring at the big clock. "Shall we line up?"

"I don't know," You furrow your brows. "Hm..."

A worker notices the two of you, and you smile as she calls for you.

"There you are," She grins, pulling her cap down. "I was starting to think that you'd never come."

"You know I wouldn't just toss away an opportunity," You chuckle at the woman. Komaeda stares at the girl and blinks in realization.

"S...Sonia-san?"

The girl grins. "I got to experience what if felt like to dress up in worker clothes. The staff are waiting."

"Thank you for helping us out on this," You smile at Sonia. "I owe you."

"You owe me nothing," She smiles. "It's within basic courtesy to help out a friend."

"This... isn't exactly something small," You chuckle. "I'll send you some Japanese snacks next time you miss us."

"Of course," She beams. "I love everything you send me."

"Sonia-san." Komaeda speaks slowly. "What exactly did my hope have you do?"

Sonia grins. "Secret. Sorry."

Komaeda follows the two of you reluctantly as you enter through a side gate. Sonia rambles gently about how the manager was kind enough to have everything run early in the morning, and she hoped that there wasn't much of an issue since she could only handle the park. It wasn't exactly a rent out, but she had come under the guise of a political visit and ended up somehow bagging the entire park to have them open an hour early for her.

Komaeda watches you talk with Sonia, a gentle smile on your face. You got along with everyone in his class. It was surprising how Teruteru had no urge to ogle at you when he introduced you to them. It was almost as if you were the ultimate friend. Komaeda adores you to smithereens. He'd spend eternity by your side as your dog if you wanted him to. You're just so charismatic. He doesn't quite remember if you had a talent while attending Hope's Peak, but he didn't really care anymore. Any lack of talent or title was made up with how much you adored him, and he adored you.

Komaeda bumps into you when you stop abruptly.

"Ah, sorry, my hope." He panics. "Are you-"

"Look ahead," You stare at the empty park.

Komaeda stares, and he pauses at the sight of a group of people.

"My... classmates?"

"Your friends, Nagito," You pull him along, and Sonia follows suit. "Your friends."

"Komaeda-kun!!! Happy birthday!" Ibuki waves cheerfully.

Komaeda's brain stops around his classmates, a familiar yet foreign feeling bubbling in his chest. He had felt this once before. Komaeda recalls a moment when he felt like this, yet it's all a blur. He smiles, his classmates pushing a cake into his arms and a crown on his head. A chorus of congratulations breaks him from his trance as he smiles. You look at him to find a genuine smile. Not one out of courtesy as he does, but one where pure joy was written all over his face. You watch him as a handful of tears slip from his eyes, and you reach up to wipe them for him.

"Thank you," He smiles.

The class cuts into the cake with him in the morning, smearing a little icing onto his nose. The group has a little of it before the park opens to the public, and Komaeda talks a little with his classmates. Strange, he thought they hated him. Maybe they were only talking to him because you requested it.

"We aren't talking to you because they asked," Hinata stares at you and Chiaki chatting. "I promise."

Komaeda blinks at Hinata. His words remain in his mind, even as the group splits ways to enjoy the park before it opens. Komaeda stares at the way you're focused as you wipe the icing off, and he scrunches his nose. The sunscreen has long been forgotten, and he focuses on the way your lips are jutted out in concentration. He wants to kiss you. You won't scold him on his birthday, right?

He waits for you to finish wiping off the icing before pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

He pulls away to see your flustered face, mouth slightly agape in shock, before you stumble over your words. "N-Nagi!"

"Sorry," He pouts. "You look cute."

"Got it," You mumble. "But today is about you."

Komaeda doesn't like rollercoasters, so the two of you wander around the park to the attractions. He wonders if he felt the same way when he went while young. You didn't exactly go to amusement parks often with him, even though you liked the adrenaline. You worried that he would get flashbacks from the plane flight or something along the lines of such. You care for him in your own way, and Komaeda adores you for that. Komaeda stares at the toys on the stand that you can pull with tickets.

"Shall we try?" You peek from behind him.

"It's been a while since I've put my luck to the test," He chuckles.

The two of you head to the counter for the tickets, and Komaeda pays for four. You pull the tab off of one, and you blink. You won the prize on the first pull. Komaeda's luck was mellow, but it was in no way weaker than before. It usually meant that if he had a good morning with you, you'd be caught up with something for the evening. Other times, it meant it would start raining when the two of you wanted to go shopping for groceries after an afternoon of fun. It never bothered you. You liked the rain, the sun, the snow, and the wind as long as you were with Komaeda. The tips of his ears burn red as he remembers your words.

"Wow... Nagi... your luck is still insanely strong."

"I bet the next three would be awful pulls." Komaeda hums. "Or else something is going to negate it."

"It'd be funny if it starts raining, huh?" You rip open the second ticket, and you get a smaller prize.

"The next one?" Komaeda stares at you rip another one open.

"H."

"Not that good." He hums.

"H," You rip open the last one. "That's good."

"Last one?"

"B." You blink. "AH! The headband!"

Komaeda picks up the toys and slips a ring onto your pointer finger. You chuckle as he does the same, and the two of you match. Komaeda grabs the bag with the figure from the worker, and he smiles at you. You slip the ears onto his head, making sure it wasn't too tight. Komaeda stands up to stare at himself in the mirror. He looks cute. He blinks in confusion, caught off guard by his own comment.

"You look so cute, Nagi!!!" You fawn. "Adorable!!! Aw, how did I end up with such a cute boyfriend!!"

Komaeda flushes even more red at your words, his pale skin making it worse.

"AAH!!!" You cup his face in glee. "Nagito, you're adorable. I think I'm in love with you."

"Well," Komaeda swallows slowly to collect himself. "I'm in love with you as well... so I guess-"

You wrap your arms around his neck, and he stumbles. Komaeda stares into your eyes, and you grin at him, painfully unaware of everyone's eyes on you. Komaeda wants to point it out, but he stops himself. He liked this more. He didn't really care if others stared. He basks in your warmth for the brief hug you pull him in for before you let go.

"My hope..."

"Sorry," You flush red. "I forgot."

"It's fine," He chuckles. "Just... save it for at home."

"I know," You hum. The two of you avoid crowded areas, deciding to sit down on a park bench for a brief rest after a while. Komaeda stares ahead as you return to the bench with a snack and single cotton candy.

"None for me, my hope?" Komaeda jokes as you hand him the snack.

"You don't like extremely sweet things," You rip a piece of the cotton candy off to eat. "Right?"

"But," He pouts.

"Don't gag on it then," you rip a smaller chunk for him to have. He places it in his mouth, and he grimaces. "See? You don't have to force yourself to do something for me, Nagi."

Komaeda frowns. "But I wanted to share food with you."

"You don't need to have something you don't like, though," You chuckle. "Shall we leave before it gets too crowded?"

"Where would we go?"

"There was a cafe recently opened up," You hum. "Shall we visit?"

"Here?"

"Nearby," You grin.

Komaeda blinks at you before staring at the water ride behind you.

"I have a bad feeling-" Komaeda pulls you a little further from the side.

splash

Komaeda blinks at the two of you and then at the cotton candy completely melted in your right hand.

"I am so sorry-"

"BWAHAHAHAHA," You laugh. Your eyes crinkle in joy, and you throw your head back, completely vulnerable. You laugh so hard that Komaeda laughs along with you, ignoring the ruined treat. It was hilarious. You found Komaeda's talent to be something absolutely comedic in a sense. He's much more keen about his senses because of how often his bad luck affected him, and it isn't the first time something has been ruined because of it. You catch your breath, tears burning the side of your eyes.

"Ah..." You sigh and toss the cone into the trash. "That's always so funny when it happens."

Komaeda stops laughing and smiles at you.

"You're crazy."

"Only for you," You grin and wiggle your brows. "No but that was hilarious. Straight out of a fanfiction. Thank you for saving me before the water hit me, Nagi."

"Of course," Komaeda chuckles. "I'll help you clean up."

You reach for the wet wipes in your bag, and Komaeda helps you wipe your hand. You giggle as he brushes a ticklish spot, and he hums. The sun is well into the sky by this hour, and Komaeda pauses to stare at you again. You're so pretty. Oh, hope... you're so pretty. Komaeda's mind races with each finger he cleans, and his eyes soften when he reaches your pinky.

"Does the ring still work?"

Ever the child.

You click the button on the ring, and it glows again.

"It does!!" You gasp. "that's good."

"Ah," Komaeda pulls out the lotion from his pocket. "Last thing."

He grabs your hand again, and he pulls the toy ring off and slips it onto his pinky as he pinches out a little lotion for your fingers. You stand there as he applies the lotion for you. The sun burns the back of your head a little, but Komaeda's fingers are cool against yours. You wonder how he's still cold despite how hot the sun is against your back. You had him put on a scarf and coat, and he's still cold.

"Is something wrong, my hope?" He closes the cap of the cream, and slips the ring back onto your pointer finger.

"You're cold," You grab his hand and slip it into your pocket. Komaeda hums.

"The cafe?"

"I suppose," You stare at the park. "Shall we have brunch here though?"

"Overpriced Disney food?"

"Yeah," You chuckle. "Do you think we could spin the wheel and win the free meal?"

"Oh," Komaeda blinks. "I'm kind of scared to use my luck on something like that..."

"Or..." You tap your chin. "Shall we go for something else?"

"Ah... I want strawberry ice."

"After brunch, Nagi."

Komaeda hums. "True."

The two of you stand there in silence, deciding on what you could have.

"I say we hit up McDonalds," Komaeda speaks up slowly.

"Sounds about right," You tug him along. "There's a Starbucks next to the one here too."

Eating brunch with Komaeda is louder than breakfast. Sometimes he talks about how he's felt through the day, and he talks a lot today. He rambles about a book he recently read and the elements. Eating lunch with Komaeda means that the two of you talk about things that happened between breakfast and lunch. Komaeda talks about the family of ducks he saw while you were grabbing food, and you mention how you bumped into Mikan on your way to get food. The two of you talk about anything and everything. There's no white lie or exaggeration; the two of you talk about things as is.

"And then I lost my cotton candy," You grin.

Komaeda smiles.

You bite on the straw of your coffee as Komaeda drinks the tea from his cup. The silence overtaking the previous atmosphere. The two of you stare out the window, and Komaeda glances at the clock. "Shall we pay and leave?"

"Nagi, it's tradition." You chuckle. "I paid already."

Komaeda leaves the McDonalds with you, the two of you quiet. He wonders if you're angry at him, but he finds you deep in thought instead. The two of you stop for a moment, and you stand there.

"My hope?"

"Let's get Viva ice," You drag him along. "Sorry, Nagi, I'm thinking about something."

"Of course." He pauses. "Care to share?"

"Ah," You press your palm to your cheek. "I was just thinking about how you might not like the amusement park so I was thinking if we should go somewhere else instead."

"No," Komaeda smiles. "It's fine."

"You know," You hum. "I have an appointment at a minka that makes tea for later today."

Komaeda blinks at you.

You grin at him. "Because you drink so much tea, so I thought you might've wanted to-"

Komaeda grabs you by the shoulders, eyes shining with interest.

"My hope..." He wraps his arms around you, sighing blissfully. "You know me so well..."

You smile gently in his arms, staring down at the ground. You were sure that Komaeda probably wouldn't have liked somewhere bustling with people, so you wondered if he wanted to head to a tea house. There was plenty of time, considering that brunch had just ended, and the ride was only a couple hours. Komaeda stares at the sun at noon, and he stares at you. You look pretty. The sun shines directly above your head, coating you in a gentle haze. You seem to glow as you talk to him, and he's sure you're saying something important, but he's lost in how pretty you look.

"Nagi?"

"Sorry, my hope," Komaeda snaps out of his thoughts. "You were saying?"

"We need to head out around now since it's around the countryside." You smile. "Let me know if you're too tired. I know you relapse sometimes."

Komaeda grabs your hand and traces a gentle heart on the back. "I'm fine as long as you're with me. I trust you."

"Alright," You hum, starting toward the exit. "Let me know if you feel tired though."

"Of course," He smiles.

The countryside is much quieter than the city in more ways than one. The crickets chirp as the two of you step off the cab, and Komaeda stares at the minka. It's next to a stream, and though it's a little shabby, Komaeda can tell this is a valued place. He wonders how you found this. He never mentioned that he drank tea regularly other than when he brews them for the two of you. Oh, you picked up on his habit, didn't you? Oh, you were so sweet to him. He didn't deserve you...

"Nagi," You pout at him. "Don't think that."

"I think you'd be the ultimate psychic, my hope. I didn't even speak up." Komaeda leads you into the house, and he stares at the interior. It's nicely decorated; if he didn't know any better, he'd say this used to be an oiran teahouse. The ornaments are all from different periods of history, and an old lady walks up to the two of you.

"The reservation for the Komaedas?"

"Yeah," You grin.

"We'll start with the making, is that alright?"

"Of course."

You grab Komaeda's hand gently, and he follows you to the back. The woman sits the two of you down as Komaeda realizes what the two of you are going to do.

"Ah... pottery?"

"Yunomi," You grin.

Komaeda's eyes brighten.

"We drink tea every day, yet we don't like our own cups for it. So I thought-"

"Thank you, my hope," He grabs both of your hands.

You feel a sense of relief flood over you.

"No," You smile. "Thank you for being here with me, Nagi."

The woman comes back with the clay, demonstrating to the two of you. Komaeda's hands shape the cup gently. He takes great care to make sure it looks good. He looks good. You get distracted by him, and your clay topples over. You stop the platform from spinning, and the woman chuckles. Smiling knowingly, she helps you start over, and you smile, a delicate pink on your cheeks from getting caught. You start over this time, wanting to at least make one before you stare again.

Komaeda stops his wheel, and the woman smiles as she moves his cup to fire it. Komaeda stares at the clay on his hand, and moves his fingers. He looks up to stare at you concentrate on the cup. The old woman has returned to your side to help you out, and you bite your lip in concentration. Komaeda gets up to wash his hands off and then stands next to you. He leans over you as your fingers mold the cup. After a few brief minutes, you finish the cup.

Komaeda watches the disk stop spinning, and his thumb releases your bottom lip from your teeth.

"Your lips are going to start bleeding again." Komaeda mumbles.

"Sorry, Nagi," You stand up to head to the sink as the woman places your cup in the firing oven.

"It'll take around eight hours," The woman stares at the clock. "You guys can come back around eight if you'd like to decorate."

You stare at the clock. "Hm... is the teahouse open today?"

"There's a park nearby as well," The woman smiles. "The two of you can wander around there."

"Alright," You grin. "Thank you, obaa-san."

"Of course," She grins.

Komaeda tugs you along this time. The countryside is quiet with the birds' songs and gentle breeze. The trees rustle, and Komaeda stares at the remaining pink on the trees. It was surprising that cherry blossom season was still running. The flurry of pink makes you look ethereal, he thinks. The pink compliments the rosiness of your cheeks, and he wants to live with you forever if you'd let him.

You stare at Komaeda. There's a handful of petals stuck in his hair, and you smile to yourself. He looks pretty. He used to look pale and sick, but he's grown a lot. You suppose his quick recovery was thanks to his luck as well. Though, you wouldn't say it was all his luck. It was fortunate he was able to recover quickly with treatment. His skin is flushed with life, and you smile up at him. He looks pretty. The pink matches his nose, and you wonder if you could live like this forever.

You can.

Komaeda talks with you as the two of you wander through the trees and head to the temple on the side. The torri looks bright against the pale petals, and Komaeda brushes the petals out of your hair. Leaning in slowly, he presses a kiss to your forehead. You stare up at him, cheeks matching the flowers, and he smiles. "You look cute."

"You look cute too," You cup Komaeda's cheeks and brush the petals out of his hair gently. Your hands are warm against his skin. He leans down, so you don't need to stretch to rid his hair of petals, and you smile. His hair is soft. Every inch of his skin is well cared for now; not a single wound visible. His scars from surgery are still there, but you never comment on them. Komaeda deserves the world, and you'd be more than willing to give it to him. But for Komaeda, all he wants is you. You press a kiss onto his forehead as you finish with the petals.

Komaeda giggles gently.

"Shall we have tea, Nagi?"

"Sure," He smiles. "Where's the teahouse?"

Past the torri and temple, there's a small teahouse. It's well known and a popular tourist spot, yet it's empty today. The teahouse is surrounded by more green rather than pink. The trees are warm with the shade of green, and the leftover smell of April showers tickles the air. Komaeda and you settle down as you order chamomile. The water outside of the teahouse is calm. Pink petals cover a majority of it. Below the waters, you spot a few koi fish, and you grin.

"My hope," Komaeda follows your gaze. "Did you know koi fish symbolize success through perseverance? Additionally, they symbolize balance in Chinese culture."

"Mm," You smile at the fish. "I think you've read a book about them before."

"It was just an article, my hope," Komaeda chuckles.

"How's rereading Thousand Cranes?"

"It's good," Komaeda smiles. "It's very symbolic. It also plagues, the story is hurts because of the ill-fated love."

"Mm," You turn to stare at him. "Amusing, since we're in a teahouse."

"Yes," He smiles. "The tea ceremony that Kikuji attended and started everything."

"Yeah," You hum. A gentle period of silence flutters through the room until the maiden comes in with the tea. The two of you nod and start drinking. The tea is a little bit hot because it's fresh, but the taste of the flower makes you warm inside. The tea isn't bitter, and if anything, it's fragrant with petals. It brings a smile to your face.

You've smiled a lot today, Komaeda notices. You're happy, which makes him happy by default. The way that you had decided yourself to making sure that he spent his birthday doing things he enjoyed was gorgeous. How hopeful of you. Oh, you were just so pretty in his eyes. He could stay by you for eternity until the day the sun rises from the west. He'd hold your hand until the two of you would grow with age, turning into nothing more than bones for the future to study. He wanted to love you until the two of you were like the lovers' tomb, buried in each other's arms.

You blow on your tea, and drink it again. "Nagi, do you want to hear something interesting?"

"Sure," He smiles.

"Since the amygdala is in charge of a ton of emotions, it also means that all emotion shortcuts cut straight to it according to an emotion theory," You sip your tea again. "Having said that, putting love over money leads to a happier life."

Komaeda stares at you, and leans on the palm of his hand.

"Which is probably why I'm so happy now," You smile.

Komaeda flushes pink, but he doesn't make a move to say anything to refute your statement. You love him. He feels the love. He loves you as well. He adores you. The two of you are infatuated with each other. You would pick the stars for Komaeda. You'd pluck the moon from her throne, from her sun, and hand it to Komaeda if he asked of you for it. Komaeda would part the sea, destroy the earth; Hell, he'd turn to despair for you if you really wanted it. Oh, he'd worship you until the oxygen in the air was all carbon, until the moon was colonized beyond repair. He'd hold you until the world caved in, until there was no one left but you.

"I'm glad," Komaeda smiles at his tea and then up at you. "I'm really glad."

The two of you talk lightly for the rest of the afternoon. You discuss your recent book, and Komaeda talks about how he get recognized often because of it. You tell him you're still waiting for the special copy. Komaeda opens his phone to the ebook and you laugh. The ebook cover was much funnier than the physical book. There was a code that you had drawn for others to see. It led to a photo of your old roommate and her boyfriend. You grab Komaeda's hand, and you trace his knuckles.

"Hm?"

You press a kiss to each knuckle as Komaeda flushes red.

"Ah... my hope..." He mumbles. "You shouldn't-"

"But I want to," You smile, pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist.

"Ah," He flushes pink. "You embarrass me sometimes."

"not the bad kind, I'd hope?" You smile at him.

"Of course not," He runs his fingers down your cheek, and he grins. "You could never be anything bad to me... except maybe an addiction."

You giggle, and Komaeda presses a kiss to your knuckles gently.

"Where shall we have dinner, Nagi?"

"We passed a sushi place on our way here," Komaeda smiles. "Shall we eat there?"

"Sure," You grin. "Same as always?"

"Same as always,"

Dinner with Komaeda is vibrant with life. The two of you chat about everything at the table, regardless of anything else. You stay quiet for others, but the conversation flows like time. The two of you lose track of everything as you eat, and eventually, the sun is long gone under the horizon. Streaks of white paint the sky, and the blue of the galaxy dances across the sky.

"That was good," Komaeda smiles. "It's been a while since we've eaten out."

"Yeah," You smile. "We're always cooking at home."

"I missed eating out." Komaeda finishes the last of his sushi. "I missed having dinner like that."

"I'm usually too tired to function by dinner, huh?" You chuckle. "I'll pay attention to that next time. Sorry, Nagi."

"No," He smiles. "I'm sorry for not being much help in the kitchen."

"It's fine," You pause. "I'd rather our apartment not burn down. You're helpful in many other ways, Nagi."

He smiles at you, a light blush on his cheeks. "Thank you, my hope."

The two of you pause so you can pay, and Komaeda stares at you.

The sun. With a crown of gold and words of honey, you were the sun. Your voice charmed thousands, made friends, was loved by all. You were the pretty rays that kissed everyone good morning; You were the gorgeous aureolin that tucked everyone's hair to the side and hoped that they would start the day with joy. You lit up the countryside with a smile, and you collected the morning dew with delicate hands. Komaeda kissed those hands good morning every day.

If you were the sun, then Komaeda would be the moon. He'd wrap his arms around each sleeping figure at night, guarding their bedside. He was the gentle lull of the ocean at dark. His breath pushed and pulled the waves, and shined for the stars to be seen. He was the pretty smile that kissed everyone good night. He was the figure that stood next to people as they sailed with the stars. Komaeda was the moon that spilled through every corner of the city and houses. He comforted lost souls, assuring them that they were home where they belonged. His arms spread a comforting chill through their bodies. You fell asleep in those arms every day.

You return to the table, and Komaeda smiles at you.

"Shall we paint our yunomi?" Komaeda stands up, and the two of you head back to the little teahouse. You take his hand, and the two of you make your way back to the small minka. The old woman is asleep by now, but a young girl greets the two of you.

"Back to paint?"

"Yeah," You smile. "What time do you close?"

"In around an hour," She smiles. "We close at eight."

You nod.

"Any color requests?" She grins.

The two of you list colors of each other, and she smiles. "How cute."

You get to work.

You brush the base color first. You stare at Komaeda to get a shade, and he blinks at you. Your hands work at the little drawing of him gently. You paint the peach of his skin, and then you decorate the rosiness of his cheeks. His eyes are next, followed by a brief outline of the beady green eyes you gave his chibi version. He looks cute even though it was only a head. Your hands are gentle yet precise to get the right view. You only had one chance, after all.

"Nagi," You mumble. "Look up at me for a moment?"

Komaeda stares at you, his lashes batting.

"Thank you," You smile at him.

Komaeda draws you on his cup. He outlines the color of your skin and fills it in with gentle strokes. He looks up without moving to catch the color of your eyes, and he fills in the little circles. You look pretty. The way he colors your hair reflects the sun's glow on you in the morning, and he makes sure that you're vibrant with life on his cup. He focuses well, changing your outfit to one that you always wore when you woke up with him in the morning. He likes this. He likes the comforting silence in the room.

"My hope," He blinks at you. "Can you smile for me?"

You beam at him, and Komaeda smiles. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, Nagi."

You finish with Komaeda, changing the brush's paint to yellow to fill in the night sky. You splash the white around the ceramic, careful to avoid Komaeda's face on the cup. You finish with Komaeda in the starry sky. He looks cute.

Komaeda adds clouds around you on the yunomi. His base color is a morning blue, and you stretch your arms in the clouds painted around you. You look like the sun. He makes sure to add a couple of loose strands of hair to show that you had just woken up. You look cute.

The two of you finish right before they close.

"Are you finished?"

"Yes," The two of you smile.

"Will we need to pick these up?" Komaeda asks.

"No," The girl shakes her head. "We will pack them and mail them to you. Have a lovely night."

"You too!"

The stars are high in the sky by now as Komaeda calls a cab for the two of you.

"Did you have fun today, Nagi?" You smile at Komaeda.

Komaeda smiles at you as the two of you wait under the streetlamp for the cab.

"I did," He holds your hand gently. "Thank you for planning this day for me, my hope."

You smile at him. He squeezes your hand, and you check around the two of you.

You lean up.

"Happy birthday, Nagito." You whisper against his lips; and press a delicate kiss to Komaeda's lips.

Komaeda kisses you back, the familiar warmth flooding through his chest again.

"Thank you," He smiles, his forehead touching yours. "I love you, angel."

"I love you too, my hope."

Extra:

Komaeda grins at his yunomi. You look adorable on it.

He's out of bed before you for once, and he looks out the window to the others below. The sun ruffles his hair good morning, and he flips through the pages of another classic. He reads in the mornings where you take longer to wake up. The steam from the tea flickers in the air. It's warmer out today. He wonders if he should've just grabbed everything and sat in bed next to you instead. He supposed he would get an answer to that very soon.

Footsteps echo through the hall behind him.

"Good morning," You mumble, half-asleep with a blanket draped over your shoulders. You press a kiss to each eyelid, and he giggles.

"Good morning," He smiles. "Come on."

You sit next to him slowly, and he pours you a cup of tea. Your yunomi was cute as well. Komaeda's little eyes looked adorable.

"Why'd you leave bed so early?"

"I wanted to have tea," Komaeda hums. "And watch the sunrise."

"You wake up too early," You mumble."Shouldn't you at least wake up with me after yesterday?"

"You're sore?" Komaeda peels the blanket from your shoulder, and stares at the purple marks. "I'm sorry, my hope"

"It's fine. It felt good," You hold you cup to your lips, drinking it slowly. "Is that jasmine?"

"Yeah," Komaeda refills his cup. "Are we doing anything today?"

"Up to you," You mumble, closing your eyes from the sun.

"Shall we stay in?"

"Sure."

You place your yunomi next to his, and the characters on the cups hold hands as you lean on his shoulder. Komaeda lifts you by the waist gently onto his lap.

"The sun's really bright."

"Is it?"

"It is." You mumble, feeling drowsy again. "Can we stay like this?"

"Of course."

"For eternity?"

"For eternity."

You press your lips to his jaw.

"Until you grow sick of me."

"That's not happening."

"Good," Komaeda presses a kiss to your forehead. "Rest a little more. I wore you out yesterday."

"If you insist," You lean onto his chest. His heart beats against your ears, lulling you to sleep.

Komaeda smiles. "I'll always be back."

And as the two of you rest, a smile visible on both your faces, sun kissing the two of you good morning, a single white daffodil rests in the glass vase on the kitchen island.

#komaeda x reader #komaeda nagito #nagito #komaeda #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #sdra2 x reader #sdr2 x reader #danganronpa x reader #nagito komaeda #☾.fics

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seraphiism · 1 year

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𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐃

( I'LL MAKE IT THROUGH THIS IF IT KILLS ME & WHEN IT KILLS ME, I'LL COME BACK. )

chara : gojo satoru fandom : jujutsu kaisen quote cr : slaughter beach, dog

I. BUT THERE ARE THINGS WORSE THAN DEATH, AFTER ALL, SO IT'S BETTER TO HOPE THAT'S THE ENDING YOU'LL GET.

that's what they teach you in the endless battle against curses, anyway. how cruelly they drill it into your mind, almost convince you that you will bleed out and fall into darkness. because it isn't the school that sends you off to die-- it's you, isn't it? you made this choice all along, whether for heroics or the fulfillment of justified violence, it was your choice all along. so come to terms with it, realize that all you have will be lost, and learn to live with that pain.

it's safer to cut your losses, better to cut out what causes the pain before it hurts you, right? it only makes sense, this logic, but the heart has never been one for certainties, and you almost wish you could rip it from your chest, kill it yourself, and live a life so hollow.

it's safer that way, isn't it? but this dreadful thing inside you still beats, still keeps you alive as much as it can, and even then, you're just human in the end.

II. YOU'RE JUST HUMAN IN THE END, AFTER ALL, SO IT'S BETTER TO HOPE THAT YOU CAN LIVE, NOT SURVIVE.

you do not think you welcome death with open arms, nor do you actively flee from it. you have resided to this fate, knowing that the courage in a withering spirit slowly disintegrates, revival only found in the hope you place in your students and their futures.

you smile, mournful, as you watch them argue over the little things, hope they can keep hold of that innocent youth for as long as the world lets them.

nanami sits next to you, wordlessly hands you a can of coffee from the vending machine. they're yelling about something else now, ; you can't keep up -- but you catch that fleeting lightheartedness in your chest, tightly purse your lips, know that you are too far gone.

"it's not good to get attached to anything in our lives, right?"

he doesn't move a muscle, casts a glance in your direction. you've always been one to look him straight in the eye, never faltering no matter the situation. but you don't this time, attention instead placed on the first years, gaze softening as the seconds pass.

"attachments are unnecessary in this line of work. better to keep to yourself and do what needs to be done."

you half-heartedly hum at the words. he is already telling you what you both know and try to live by.

"what's this? not even an invite for the most important person?"

nanami remains indifferent to the annoying voice, doesn't even bother to acknowledge satoru's presence. instead, he observes your reaction, notes the warmth your gaze holds. what you harbor for another is foolish, yet he does not fault you for your humanity.

he sighs, clears his throat, and adjusts his glasses.

this life is very much a cruel and painful one, isn't it?

the coffee tastes bitter on your tongues, tepid.

it is so terribly hard to be human.

III. YOU WON'T CALL IT LOVE, AFTER ALL, SO IT'S BETTER TO HOPE THAT NEITHER OF YOU WILL MEAN A THING TO EACH OTHER IN THE END.

you won't call it love because it's not love, not yet. you should put a stop to this, place the walls around you and separate the heart and mind. it's easier to think this through in black and white, but it's so much harder when his arms wrap around your frame, his chin resting on your shoulder as he tries not to drift off to sleep.

"you're thinking too hard nowadays."

you blink once, twice. maybe if you do it again, the gray will fade away. you blink again. it doesn't. satoru remains with you, shifts his body closer and presses a kiss against your neck in hopes that you will focus on him.

"yes, unlike you."

"hurtful." another brush of his lips against your skin. "what are you thinking about?"

you blink four times. what a muddled mess of black and white you are living.

"i am thinking," you tap your fingers against his arm : one, two, three, four, sigh deeply, "that something bad will happen soon. that we won't survive in the end."

satoru doesn't think much of it, not really. the contemplation of impending doom isn't anything new ; it is almost a familiar friend, if that, and the role it takes in your lives has always meant to be.

of course neither of you will survive. there is no question about that.

it's when you die that matters most, not how. he doesn't really care how, and he tells you this -- it just matters that he achieves his goal in the long run.

"you're not calling me weak, are you?" he grins, hopes to erase the scowl on your face with a kiss on the lips. "it'll be fine. no one can hurt me."

you cannot bring yourself to speak, so you nod instead, give into the cold and burning dread that sinks into the marrows of your bones.

( BUT THERE ARE THINGS WORSE THAN DEATH, AFTER ALL, SO IT'S BETTER TO HOPE THAT'S THE ENDING HE'LL GET. )

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #.: writing #'kay what did you write abt' beats me

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years

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Merlin x reader - no better time

hello lovely! i hope your doing well just wondering if i at all could request a merlin x reader where she's a knight and gotten hurt protecting him leading to the two of them confessing their feelings for each other? - Anon 💜

As a knight, it was your job to lay down your life not only for your king, but for those that can’t protect themselves as well.

When you saw Merlin trapped a circle of a bunch of bandits, you didn’t need to think twice as you ran over.

You got their attention and started to fight them, swords clashing and war cries filled the silence.

Merlin was knocked over against a log, and you stood in front of him protectively as two more approached you.

“I warn you to back away.” You said.

“You won’t do anything to us!” One yelled.

“I’ve killed your entire group, I have no issue doing it to the pair of you once more.”

“Let’s see you try!”

“Don’t!” Merlin yelled.

You ignore him and jumped right back into fighting, however while one went after you, another went after Merlin and without thinking about yourself your dived for him.

Shoving your sword through the gut of the one attacking him, you felt the other stab their sword through your shoulder.

“(Y/N)!”

Merlin grabbed your sword and you quickly took it from him, stabbing the bandit behind you.

Once his body hit the floor, you dropped to your knees and gasped for air.

The pain was intense, and you didn’t know what to do.

“Oh god.. okay…” Merlin whispered.

He knelt in front of you and placed his hands on the hilt of the sword.

“I’m so sorry.”

With that, he ripped it out and you screamed in pain, resting your head on his chest with tears streaming down your face.

He placed his hand over your wound and you could feel it closing.

“Merlin..” you warned.

“I’m not going to let you bleed out.”

“Merlin the others are on their way.”

He stopped and pulled away.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you pushed yourself up slightly, and looked at the wound.

It was smaller now, still bleeding but not as much and you smiled softly.

You knew about him, about his magic and who he really was.

You accidentally caught him practicing but you swore to him you’d keep his secret until the die you died.

“Thank you.”

“Why did you jump in front of me? That was stupid…”

You smiled softly and gave a weak laugh, adjusting yourself so you were sat against the log, hand coming up to cover your shoulder in the hopes it would ease some of the pain.

“Because I can’t let you die Merlin… I love you too much for that.”

“You… love.. me..?”

He seemed so lost and it made you laugh again as you nodded.

Turning to face him, you reached out and took his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together.

“Of course I do.”

Merlin took a moment to process this before a huge smile spread across his lips.

He moved in front of you, his hand still on yours as he sat right in front of you.

“I love you too. But just… don’t do that again.. please?”

“I make no promises Merlin.”

He rolled his eyes and looked around before leaning in, shyly kissing your cheek before he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

You were bound to tell him at some point, what a better time then now

#bbc Merlin #bbc merlin x reader #bbc Merlin x you #bbc merlin imagine #Merlin x reader #Merlin x you #Merlin imagine

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artzychic27 · 11 months

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More Addams Class Stuff (Mainly quotes, some original and some from the show)

Zoé: It’s the day your entire family gathers around you and judges your worth as a human being!… I hear it’s like Thanksgiving.

—

Mme. Bustier: Demeter, care to explain to me why I caught Marc trying to stab Nathaniel?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Near the heart?

Mme. Bustier: … Yes?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Oh, Marc’s just in love. Once, he told me he wanted to bite his head off like a female spider during mating season.

Mme. Bustier: And you’re not sending him to therapy?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Well, if he gives him a bouquet of roses, we’ll see.

—

Simon: *About Denise* I would die for them. I would kill for them. Either way, what bliss.

—

Simon: When we first met years ago, it was an evening much like this. Magic in the air. An enby.

Denise: A demiboy.

Simon: An open grave. It was my first funeral.

Denise: You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious. No one even looked at the corpse.

—

Denise and Simon are the Gomez and Morticia of the class

Whenever Denise speaks Spanish, Simon will drop whatever he’s doing and rush to kiss up and down their arm

Simon may or may not have ordered a couples’ coffin for the two of them

Yes, they met at a funeral. When they were nine, Simon snuck out of his room in the dead of night and Denise was just walking through the rain when they came across the service and they found each other

—

Austin T: What if you met someone who would worship and be your eternal love slave?

Jean: I’d pity them.

—

Marinette: *About Zoé* She’s a black widow!

Kim: We are all in the tastefully decorated bedroom… Of a killer!

*Dramatic sting*

Adrien: It is tastefully decorated.

Kim: Eh, it’s okay.

—

Zoé: So, I killed! So, I maimed! So, I slaughtered every girl I’ve been in a relationship with! Don’t I deserve love? And happiness?… And jewelry?!

Reshma: Aw, of course, you do.

*The Science Kids all hug her*

Ismael: Everyone deserves those things, especially the jewelry.

—

Cosette is praying for the day Zoé attempts to kill them. They’re hoping for cyanide poisoning

It’s actually on her bucket list to be offed by a black widow, along with going to the Bermuda Triangle, getting struck by lighting twice, getting bitten by a black mamba, and skydiving without a parachute into shark infested waters

It’ll be hard to kill Cosette though. Its’ organs come out very easily all the time

One time on Valentine’s Day, Cosette left their heart in Zoé’s backpack and in return, got a hatchet to the back. She loves them!

—

Reshma: This day is looking bleak. All joy will be drained from this very room and children will be left in agony for hours on end, praying for Death’s cool hand to save them.

Alya: Was that a prediction?

Reshma: No, exams are today.

—

Nathaniel: *After kissing Marc, he immediately starts coughing* I think something crawled in my mouth!

Marc: Oh, I think that was Eliza. I hope she finished laying her eggs.

Nathaniel: Wh-what?!

Marc: Yeah, she was going to lay them in me this morning, but she seemed a little shy about it. Well, if you feel a sudden weight in your chest, she probably laid them.

—

Nathaniel would be terrified if Marc weren’t so damn beautiful

Nathaniel would die for him, he’d walk across coals for him, he’d take a dagger to the heart, allow Marc to eat his head like a female spider during mating season

In short… Nathaniel’s crazy about him

They met when Nathaniel was sketching one day in a dark corner of the school and Marc was hiding in the shadows, writing Nathaniel’s eulogy

—

Ismael: Mme. Mendeleiev, it was terrible! He killed them!

Mme. Mendeleiev: Caline’s students?

Ismael: The dragon!

Mme. Mendeleiev: What dragon? Who killed a dragon?

Ismael: A knight in shining armor, he killed the dragon.

Mme. Mendeleiev: I can't believe anyone would kill a dragon.

—

Demeter doesn’t really approve of the books Caline has both their students read

They’re filled with unnecessary violence and other terrible things- Children murdering old women, corrupt royals slaying dragons, and strange older men kissing younger women

She’d rather have them read the works of Edgar Allen Poe and maybe a few books by Stephen King

Mireille sometimes accidentally summons one of the ghosts possessing Lacey, and she will just end up wherever Mireille has her seance set

Mireille may or may not be trying to raise an army of the dead to do her bidding… And you can’t prove it, either

After school, the students like to hang out at an old funeral home, which, thankfully still has an intact embalming room

Aurore makes sure to leave a rain cloud pouring over the funeral home 24/7

—

Jean: Austin...

Austin T: Yes, raven?

Jean: Last night, you were unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon. You frightened me… Do it again.

Austin Tomassian fell for Jean the moment he walked out of a burning building, looking so elegant amongst the screaming crowd trying to escape

He fell again… Literally. He fell into a sinkhole. When Jean walked by, one just opened up out of nowhere

Jean eventually caught feelings when there was an accident in wood shop class and Austin T got cut right in the finger crotch. There was a so much blood, and Jean was smitten that day

—

Mme. Mendeleiev: Class… Why do you hate Zoé?

Reshma: We don’t hate her. We just want to hang out with her.

Simon: Especially her head.

Mme. Mendeleiv: Do you think I like Zoé more than all of you?

Science Kids: Yes.

Mme. Mendeleiev: And do you think that when a new student comes along, one of you has to die?

Science Kids: … Yes.

Ironically, Simon has good dreams at night. He barely gets any sleep because of them

—

M. Monlataing: What are you doing?

Cosette/Ismael: *Hiding makeshift mines behind their bqcks* Nothing!

M. Monlataing: Oh, I don’t think so. *Hands them a bag of explosives* If you want to make a proper mine, use this.

Cosette/Ismael: Thanks, M. Monlataing! *Run off*

M. Monlataing: What are they teaching these kids today? Not knowing the proper methods to make an explosive.

M. Monlataing fully supports the students

And in response, they don’t try do blow him up every day… Only every other day

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #aurore boréale #mireille caquet #Zoé Lee #Jean duparc #mlb au #Addams family #Addams class

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baejax-the-great · 5 months

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3 and 15 for the asks!

15. Something you learned.

I've read up on various ailments that I've never personally had. For Sunset, hypothermia (just to make sure they weren't really at risk of it) and the most common injuries when getting hit side on by a car (pelvic fracture among other things) and the rehab outlook for them. For ATG I spent hours and hours looking up obscure sport rules to see whether Achilles could be blocked from competing ever again. European track and field websites don't have reliable upkeep. so many dead links.

3. A favorite scene.

Again, Aphrodite's scenes were all my favorite, so here's her last appearance in Sunset:

The crunch of glass under shoes shatters the perfect quiet. Her words that echo in the street are almost moaned. “Gods, that’s the good stuff.”

The goddess’s approach is slow and measured. This was her doing. Her game. “I mean, nobody does it like you,” she drawls, “Nobody.” Achilles looks away, down at Pat’s slack face. He is dead because of her, and because of Achilles.

“You do look good on your knees,” she says when she is directly in front of him. She towers over them, twice as large as a mortal woman, pupils so wide and black they are swallowing even the whites of her eyes. Aphrodite runs her tongue over her teeth.

“Let me die,” Achilles says, his voice hoarse, but she does not listen. She does not need to. She is a goddess, and she will do as she wills.

“Don’t tell me you can’t taste that.” Aphrodite kisses the tips of her fingers and spreads them in the air before she trembles, starting at her knees and moving up to her shoulders, tossing her hair, a whole body shudder of pure ecstasy. “The people of this age know nothing of passion. They bottle everything up, hide it away, sublimate it. Not you, though, no. You express everything with such open… vigor.” Aphrodite bends down low, and Achilles clutches Patroclus closer, as if he can protect him from her now. She reaches forward and twists a lock of Achilles’ hair around her finger, bringing it to her nose to inhale the scent. “Gods, I would bottle this up if I could. Take a hit of every morning.”

Achilles presses his hand to Patroclus’s cheek, willing the warmth not to leave it. Patroclus’s head lolls; blood smears across Achilles’ arm. “Let me die,” Achilles begs. “Please.”

She tsks at him. “Those weren’t the terms, darling. Sweet Pat there just threw himself in front of a car to save your life. I think it’s safe to say you did an excellent job winning his love, don’t you? That means you get to stay in lovely, snowy Chicago.”

Achilles squeezes his eyes shut and holds him tighter. Let him die. Let him die right here of a broken heart, holding his Patroclus. Let their bodies freeze together in this icy hell and never be used by gods or men again.

“Mmph, I can feel it radiating off of you.” Aphrodite’s fingers pinch around his chin. His face is tilted up as she gives it a squeeze. “I’d keep you like this forever if I could. My little battery of passion. But no,” she sighs. “Passions must flare and subside like the tides for them to be any good at all, and even I can overindulge.” She lets go of his face with a shove. “And, if I leave you like this, you won’t be long for this world at all. Always the risk with men like you, always burning themselves out. Just look at what you’ve done to Pat’s home.” She gestures at the intersection, the glass, the sparks, the cars that have crashed into each other and into the traffic poles. “I can feel that you would even try your luck killing me right now with your bare hands if you could bring yourself to let go of him, if only in the hopes that I would kill you where you stand.”

He does want her dead. He wants her gutted, her godly ichor washed aways with the snow and dirt in the gutters of this place, but he does not want that more than he doesn’t want to leave Pat in the filthy slush of the road. He rubs a smear of blood off his cheek. He can’t let him go. He can’t leave him here. “Just kill me,” he whispers, but she is not listening.

Aphrodite stands to her full height and stretches, her hands high in the air, then she shakes her hair out. “It was absolutely worth dealing with this city’s abysmal weather for this. Oh, I’ll be tingling to my toes for weeks. I simply must do more capers. Maybe I’ll bring back Lancelot next. Or I could pluck Zhinü from the sky, now she was the type to move the heavens for her love.” She taps her fingers against her cheek as she returns to considering Achilles. “But as for you” –she bends down again, her face very close to his—“It would such a shame to lose all this, mmm, energy you put out.” She reaches a hand down to stroke Pat’s face, and Achilles shudders in revulsion. “And he is such a pretty one, isn’t he?”

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brooklyn-xoxo · 2 years

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Even in death, we shall not part. Dabi x y/n

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Inspiration: Who lives, who dies, who tells you story (Hamilton)

Dabi died in your arms 4 months ago. It was killing you, but you couldn’t show that it was. You were a hero… you’ve never told not a single soul about your forbidden love between you and Dabi.

[FLASH BACK]

Each and everyone of the L.O.V members had been beaten right before your eyes. Shigaraki was slaughtered by one of the hero’s, so was twice, toga, Mr.compress, and your lover Dabi.

Dabi had been tired out from the fighting with the hero’s. This was one of the biggest fights in history, hero’s vs Villains. One of the hero’s noticed and took advantage.

He didn’t let Dabi get away, he shot his quirk at him so he would be on the floor, helpless. Then the hero stabbed him, leaving Dabi for dead.

You seeing this, ran up to Dabi lying on the ground. You lay his head on your lap and put pressure on his wound.

“y/n! Leave him to die! We have more villains to fight.” Hawks calls out to you, you just ignore him. These hero’s were no better then villains if they killed. Today many hero’s became killers, one hero even killed the love of your life. Fuck these hero’s. Fuck your co-workers.

“B-baby….” A tear drops as your mood changes and you grew angry. You hated being powerless, there was no way you could control death.

“Who did this?!” You shout with anger at the sky. Tears falling down both your cheeks, hoping this was all a dream.

“y/n… I’ll be okay. G-get out of here…” Dabi tried to breath but he was loosing so much blood, he drifted in and out of consciousness. You grabbed his hand and put it over his chest with your hand on his, resting your forehead on his.

“Breath Dabi…..please….” You begged.

“Breath with me, please darling.” You continued. You breathed in and out and so did Dabi

“Good…..” you breathed out and waiting for Dabi to follow while still applying pressure to his stab wound. Until…. you heard a slight struggle to breath, then nothing.

Before you could process what happened, someone tapped your shoulder. Your turn with your eyes wide and tears pouring down your face.

“y/n?” Endeavor speaks with hawks bleeding a bit, standing by him.

“Why aren’t you helping? Down worry about the villains, we can just say their recklessness led to this. Cmon.” Hawks holds his wounded shoulder and looks at you puzzled.

“No…..Dabi…..h-he’s…..HES DEAD!” You scream, staring at dabi’s closed eyes. Wishing they’d open. Wishing he’d just scream “just joking!” With a big smiled. But they didn’t. They stayed shut.

“It’s not that big of a deal—”

“YES IT IS! HES DEAD! WHAT DID I DO WRONG?! I LOVE HIM!” You scream into dabi’s chest, cutting hawks off. You could no longer hear his heart beat.

“You loved him…..y/n what?” Endeavors eyes open wide. Hawks still hasn’t processed any of this. You take this time to gather yourself, their was no more time to scream and cry. You grab dabi’s hand and kiss it.

“I will always love you.” You whisper, other hero’s hear all this and are in shock. Some still fighting. You get up, still holding dabi’s hand, not letting go until his hand falls out your’s. You walk fair away from the battle.

[end of flashback]

You look up at the sky and think about all you have done. Over the past 4 months you’ve did what you thought Dabi would do. You try to make sense of all dabi’s work, he wrote down all her wanted to do in his life. All his goals.

You do somewhat of what Dabi dreamed. Exposing endeavor and the real hero society. You obviously get very popular and questioned a lot, for your reaction to dabi’s death.

You reveal dabi’s true identity. Touya Todoroki. You speak out against abuse. You expose endeavor as a shitty father and all bad things the “hero’s” have done. It was easy to expose because you’ve worked with them. With these nasty hero’s.

Working to achieve dabi’s goal, you also create one of your own. You speak out about the other villains who fought by dabi’s side. You tell their story. You speak out about Tomura Shigaraki, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigaware (Twice), and Atsuhiro Sako (Mr.Compress). All died of the hands of “hero’s”.

It’s dark outside, you stop walking. Just to breath. To put your head down. Tears start flowing down your face, this has happened everyday more then once. You’ve never cried as much in your life. You fall to your knees and sob, until you feel two hands grab you and pull you to their chest.

You look up to see Dabi. Your lover. Your world.

“Dabi?!” You cry out.

“y/n, I’ve missed you so much.” Dabi kisses the top of your head.

“Oh Dabi! I’ve done so much since you’ve been gone!” You go on a rant about all the things you did the past 4 months. He holds you tight and listens to every word and every sob.

“You could have done so much more, if you only had time!” You cup dabi’s face.

“I’m so proud of you y/n, but I think your time is up too babe. Come with me.” Dabi holds his hand out to you. It’s your choice.

“M-my time is…up? Have I done enough?! Will they tell your story!!!” You look at dabi’s hand. A tear falls onto your clothes.

“Oh wait…. can I show you what I’m most proudest of?” You look at Dabi, with a smile.

“Hm.” He hums in agreement. Giving you an admiring smile. You turn showing him who was at his grave. He hugs you from behind and rest his hand on your shoulder.

“Your mother… she brought flowers to your grave. She also leaves letters for you, updating you on shoto. Apologizing for your father. Wishing you well.” You speak in confidence and with a smile. You feel Dabi’s tear fall on your shoulder.

“She raises him well… I get see him growing up. In shoto’s eyes, I see you Dabi. I see you every time. Will he tell your story?” You turn to Dabi, holding his face.

“Goodbye my love. I’ll see you again.” Dabi kisses you like it’s the last time as he fades away. Slowly disappearing.

“Goodbye my love.” You smile through tears. You drop your hands as his face fades away.

“Oh I can’t wait to see you again….” You hold your heart.

Will they tell your story?

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