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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭
◊ characters. xiao, kazuha, heizou, scaramouche, gn!reader
◊ genre. angst to fluff?
◊ cw. ya get hurt lol, like stabby stabby hurt and i describe how
— 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨
the second it happens, he can feel this deep, carnal regret erupt from within him. he shouldn’t have allowed you to come with. you should have stayed at wangshu inn and awaited his return. now a shower of rocks cascades upon the two of you and he stumbles for a moment to reach out for you. “xiao, wait!”
hearing his name, he’s stunned when your hand collides with his chest and he gets pushed back. the pit of his stomach dropping as you’re flung backwards and thrown into the mountainside. he can barely call out your name before the tides of his anger erupt to eliminate his enemy.
xiao is at your side in an instant and the second you know it, you’ve returned to the inn. he’s trying to stay calm and assess your injuries. all the while silent and eerily passive. “xiao, are you hurt?” and that’s when he finds himself staring at you. his eyes gloss over for a moment and he can’t seem to stop shaking.
“you’re hurt. why are you asking me such a thing? i should have protected you instead,” he whispers into your palm when you clasp his cheek. your body tenses but you know the injuries will heal. “i’ll always protect you though. so don’t worry, i’m right here.”
— 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚
blade in hand, he’s always relied on you to watch his back. however, your travels to mondstadt have taken quite the turn. blocked by the road, the two of you make quick work of the last treasure hoarders. “i believe that takes care of all of them,” he says, briefly looking over you for any blemishes.
your mouth opens to answer but he’s unsure whether or not you truly spoke as the next thing he knows he’s tumbling to the dirt; dust flies up into the air and taints the surroundings a misty brown. he can barely see but through the dust he can make out your figure hovering over him.
“kazuha…?” you gasp, stumbling back and into his arms as he’s just barely gotten up. the last wounded treasure hoarder stands above you, crossbow empty and arrow lodged in your thigh. kazuha’s quick to avenge you. but his eyes widen in a mute horror as he drags you away from the danger.
blood stains his fingers as he works diligently to patch you back up safely. “please don’t ever do that again, my love. i couldn’t bare to watch you hurt yourself for me,” he says, hands trembling as he bandages your shoulder. “i’m fine now thanks to you though. i would have done it again if needed.” kazuha sighs, leaning his head against yours in half-relief and half-worry.
— 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮
you tagging along during a bit of sleuthing never hurt. heizou enjoyed the company and your presence helped him think. the evening waned on with little hindrances. just a few flirtations from both parties until the time to grow serious came. investigating this particular case never seemed dangerous until things quickly fled in the wrong direction.
heizou’s desperate to get you out of here. the wandering samurai lunges forward, katana brandished and aiming in your direction. he’s quick to get you out of harm’s way even if you have your own weapon in hand. “you have to get out of here!”
“i’m not leaving you here!” heizou grits his teeth at your words but nothing else can be said before his name flies out of your mouth and he finds himself stumbling to the ground, gripping onto the dirt to stabilize himself. the sword rips into your shoulder blade and heizou’s breath leaves him.
he can barely remember what happens after that, the only thing on his mind is getting you out of there. you’re in his arms in a second and he can feel your blood staining his clothing. “shush, it’s fine. they’re gone now. just… just hold on i’m right here.” he can feel the iron sting of blood in his mouth as he bites the inside of his mouth, praying that you’ll be alright.
— 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞
he’s honestly not used to someone being by his side during missions. especially not you of all people. he feels a little more self-aware of his actions and his tone. still, he needs to get the job done and your assistance is certainly better than him doing it entirely alone.
but he curses under his breath when things go wrong. the plans are burning faster than he can even keep up with and now you’re stuck under this crumbling infrastructure of deluded lies with him. scaramouche isn’t even sure when or how you appeared next to him but when the wet splatter of blood hits his cheek his eyes widen.
your name tumbles from his lips faster than he can even react to your violent shove. as you crumple to the ground, he’s wrapping you up in his arms. you can see the fragility in his eyes as he stares down at you. blood pooling in a crimson puddle around you as your eyes flicker shut.
light seeps in eventually and you find yourself staring at the ceiling of an unknown medical ward. your body aches with a pain slotted within your chest and examining your surroundings you’re surprised to see scaramouche worriedly pacing the room. he stops when he sees you’re awake.
“you idiot! what the hell were you thinking taking the hit like that! do you even understand—“
“are you alright?” he stops, staring at you incredulously but at the same time relief washes over his body in a tidal wave.
“i’m… fine,” he mumbles, going to your side in an instant. he takes your hand in his, quietly accepting your decision.
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#[🖋] writing#also if anyone asks#yes the header is a haikyuu doujin#🧍♀️#i wrote this at 4 am#kazuha x reader#kazuha drabbles#kaedehara kazuha#xiao x reader#xiao x y/n#xiao scenarios#heizou x reader#heizou angst#heizou fluff#scaramouche x reader#genshin scaramouche#scaramouche x y/n#genshin x reader#genshin drabbles
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Hey you guys know how some people have dog/cat doors?? To let their funky creatures travel through the house or outside better?? Okay imagine you get Sun and Moon home. And Sun is like nervous but ok. But Moon totally freaks out when the lights go out and tries to escape through the dog door. And he gets stuck. I think that's peak comedy.
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Headcannon #4? Maybe? Idk
So, I'm sitting in history class and this pops in my head.
Being a butler especially to Ciel Phantomhive is exhausting. Sometimes, Sebastian needs to take a small break because he just needs one every now and then. However, he can't just leave Ciel on his own. Yes, there are other servants, but Ciel is bound it call for him within 5 minutes of his departure. So, how does Sebastian manage to disappear for an hour or so? Well, he may or may not have a collection of things that he knows will keep Ciel distracted for a while. Said collection may include a variety of shiny rocks, a feather, or shells. Anything remotely shiny will will work.
Sebastian never says anything when he places one of said items in front of Ciel. He simply places the item on his desk and leaves. Ciel is beyond confused as to why his butler keeps placing shiny objects on his desk and will spend at least an hour trying to decipher the meaning behind said object. Sometimes he spends the hour simply observing the item, other times he walks around the manor trying to find its origin.
Sebastian always comes back after an hour. He either finds Ciel with an analysis of the item and what it means or he finds him sulking because he couldn’t figure it out. If Ciel’s analysis makes any sense, Sebastian will reward him with a sweet of his choice. If Ciel is sulking, he’ll pat him on the head and say, “Better luck next time” with a smug smile. This infuriates Ciel who wastes no time slapping his butler’s hand away and telling him to be quiet. Either way, Sebastian is entertained.
In truth, there is never a set meaning behind the items. Sebastian had started placing objects on Ciel’s desk to confuse him, but once Ciel begun to come up with his own explanation of the items, Sebastian decided that this could evolve into a guessing game. It’s up to Ciel to decide if he wins or not.
#kuroshitsuji#black butler#ciel phantomhive#sebastian and ciel#dadbastian#black butler sebastian#sebastian michaelis#black butler ciel#ciel black butler#fluff#headcanon#black butler headcanons#im bored#i wrote this at 4 am
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Time Dilation
I just feel like talking about it since I've been slowly gathering thoughts on it over time. Why has Weiss' Time Dilation glyph just disappeared after V2 and a brief mention in V3? It's a question that plagues many as it's a fan favorite glyph despite the fact it has only shown up twice. I've been trying to figure it out and I've come up with plausible theories. There's actually quite a lot of points about why Time Dilation is one of the various abilities that were dropped after the show toned down the rule of cool for more consistent abilities (Which is valid. I constantly think about Yang getting blown into the stratosphere during a food fight but gets knocked out after hitting the roof of a train)
I can technically split this into two major points, but each point has more meat I want to dig into. Those two points are:
Super Speed and Buffs
Let's start with one at a time, but knowing the other point will be helpful. Speed first. Time Dilation, in simple terms, is a speed buff. As someone who did a lot of physics in college and for jobs, I could go deeper and talk about the name origin of time dilation and why Speedsters seeing things in slow motion is a lie, but that's not important.
What is important is that Time Dilation applies a speed buff. This is actually a terrible thing to provide a buff too. Why?
Speed is OP
Speed controls a lot in a fight: Rate of attacks, ability to close the distance, ability to run away, evasion, reaction speed (though scientifically speaking a dilation of time would actually worsen this aspect). It's the complete package. Which is a problem when you give it to a character who's semblance is a swiss army knife. There is no situation where Time Dilation is a wrong answer. Not only that, it can often be the best answer. It doesn't conflict with Weiss' other glyphs. We see her use it then use a bunch of standard glyphs. If the answer was use fire dust, now the answer is time dilate then use fire dust. If the answer was summon an Arma Gigas, the answer is now summon then dilate the Arma Gigas. It's not even that speed has no downsides, it's that speed always has an upside.
I know people complain about Weiss focusing too hard on semblance usage and basically being a mage at times, but if you want over centralization, this would be it. At least, in terms of fighting smart and power scaling. There's oddly a reverse problem when it comes to super speed that I only realized during the thinking process of this
Super Speed is bad at Choreography
Now, I hear what you're saying. Those two times Time Dilation were used were great! Yeah, they were. Because they were used smartly. You can only animate super speed so many ways. It's actually very restrictive if you think about it.
Here's the thing about animation. Animation works because your brain can connect the dots between each frame of the animation. Animators who understand that principle can make movements seem extremely fast by cutting out in-betweens. The problem is, there is a limit. This is the problem with Super speed. Super speed wants to be a blur of motions, a flurry of events that happen in the blink of an eye, a character blitzing another at the speed of sound they can hardly react, but you still have to have it be legible to the audience, limiting the ways you can utilize it.
You can slow down time, but then you lose the sense of speed. It retains all the little details and there's little issue in making sense of what's happening, but it lacks the energy of showing it in real time.
Real time super speed has the problem of needing to keep motions simple. No complex combos. You can't pull off a light, medium, heavy into special into super. There's no way you'd be able to parse all that if you go too fast. Try watching any fight at 2 or 3 times speed and you'll see how much of a mess it is. So a lot of speedsters just spam rapid punches and kicks or showing off their speed with needlessly dashing all over the place so it stays visually clean and digestable. Look at Harriet. Instead of barraging Ruby with punches in V7E12, she does a lot of running strikes so that it's clear she's fast, but you don't lose the action in a blur of fists. I've never seen a speedster do a complicated combo before. The Flash's most memorable attacks involve him running really fast before a punch
Well, what if we slow down a little? This is actually how Time Dilation manages its speed. When Blake spams blade beams, notably, the first few blade beams come out one at a time and the camera focuses on individual missiles being cut before Blake really lets loose, because Monty definitely understood that going fast right away would be visual noise without the regular speed blade beams telling you what is actually happening. But that's a workaround, not a solution. In order to truly look fast, Blake has to devolve into a barely visible blur spitting out brightly colored attacks. Weiss' utilization follows similarly, one fully demonstrated thrust followed by several thrusts at faster pace. No actually complicated choreography is shown, just repetition after you've been properly informed about what's going to happen. The characters need to be going a sufficient speed to look like they've sped up, otherwise our brain's auto correct won't clock it correctly
Buffing Complications
Have you been keeping in mind this is a buff? Good. This shouldn't take too long then. What Time Dilation does is both over powered and over centralizing to be put into Weiss' versatile powerset and is too limited in the ways you can animate it to be used too often. Now apply that to the main cast and you can see why it hasn't really returned.
Okay, let's actually dive a bit deeper. If the problem was just super speed, Time Dilation could maybe stay in, as both Ruby and Harriet have speed based semblances (though Ruby's doesn't enhance attacking speed). But there's a problem with it being one of Weiss' Glyphs, as its essentially outshines both her other glyphs and Ruby as well. What's so special about Ruby or Harriet's speed when Weiss can just buff someone else to keep up? Sure, they might still be faster, but it doesn't change the fact that their semblances come off worse when Weiss can easily copy it
The other big problem is the ease of use. There are other semblances that buff: Jaune's Aura Amp buffs semblances, Yang's Burn increases her strength, Nora's lightning absorption can make her really strong. Thing is, these all have limitations that prevent them from being used constantly or right away. Jaune has to be in touch distance, Yang's works best on low aura, Nora needs a specific element. Weiss' doesn't really have a restriction, not when she's constantly carrying around full revolver of dust at least. This leads to the problem of fights essentially having to balance for a buffed main party whenever Weiss is around. Fights in story are mostly about the narrative, but they do try to keep overall strengths and skills in mind. If Weiss constantly had the ability to increase people's speeds, you suddenly have a problem where party's power shoots up drastically and then you'd have to balance the enemies they face to compensate. Harriet is reasonably faster than Ruby, but if Ruby got Time Dilated, what then? Would they be even or would you make Harriet's speed even faster to keep narrative tension in the fight?
Those are probably my big take aways. Time Dilation is too strong, too easily used, and too hard to animate to be around for a long period of time.
But knowing that Time Dilation is just Haste due to Monty's Dead Fantasy does make it make sense why this thing is dumb busted. It's the premier FF spell and is meant for an RPG where characters take turns. Putting it into a series with combat that was already fast paced was always going to be a problem when the series tried smoothing out the strengths of the characters.
#rwby#weiss schnee#I wrote this at 4 am#So that explains why I'm unhinged#Anyways now I can finally stop thinking about this
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"A quiet night containing the light of a full moon is an invitation for individuals from all walks of life to gaze into the sky and look within themselves to settle the quarrels that may storm within their own heart."
"Perhaps, for some such people, it brings introspection to those who seek answers within its ever-eerie glow, confiding within themselves and the moon the problems that they face, and praying for an answer."
"Or, perhaps it brings light to those who seek guidance, showing that life remains everlasting despite the concept of 'life' and the various trials, tribulations, and other such turmoil that comes with such a gift."
"For some, perhaps it is a sorrowful sight, seeming to many as an ever-increasing sign of the insignificance of their limited life. Knowing that eventually, a day will come where that glorious moon will outlive them, and as such, evokes complex emotion on how they wish to leave their mark upon the world."
"For I, however, I see it simply as an object of what it used to be. My home, that is. I look within myself and see the memories of time that has long passed. Grand golden towers stretching beyond the horizon, unattainable for the moon rabbit workers like I that toiled away day after day in an attempt to atone for the grand sin that our creator had committed. Yet, I also see what has come because of that lack of sight."
"Emotion is a concept I often take for granted now that I have been granted it. But, it has brought me clarity in life beyond my wildest dreams. For that, I have none other to thank than the moon itself."
"Of course, I am referring to no longer being there. If I were to have never left the moon, these emotions within my soul would have never burned as bright as they do. For that, I suppose I am forever grateful that I became a 'tainted' rabbit. For because of it, I have fostered love for this world beyond my wildest dreams."
"That, and I have found one that I love beyond my wildest dreams. So, for that, I have none other to thank than the moon. For bringing me into this world, and consequently freeing me from the shackles that bound me to it in order to witness everything this world had to offer. So, thank you, great moon within the sky. To all of my fellow sisters, I may only pray that you one day find your own way to escape the home that you are still bound to. To my Mother, thank you for creating me. To those that had banished me, thank you for making the correct choice. To those who I know now..."
"Your love is the strongest force in the world, unbound by all that has come and will come to last. I will never forsake such feelings, and I will only choose to return them with equal servings of affection and joy. Happiness, sadness, and anger all come in equal moderation with every individual. But if I am to be any representation of any emotion to any of you, I would like it to be hope, beyond all that you have felt before."
"Thank you for once again hearing out my soul, great world. To the moon that still shelters life worth leaving, I bid you goodnight. I shall see you yet another night."
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/39701340
pull up i wrote a fic for the first time in a year or something
#steve harrington#steve x eddie#steddie#erica sinclair#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#i wrote this at 4 am
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Something something Hopper and Eddie committing vigilante justice to protect the party
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❣ Drabblecember 2023 - Baking Together ❣
Elisa looked at the shelves of recipe books, fingers gliding across each spine. She never knew Scout's mom had such a large collection. Her hand landed on a book that looked well loved. She pulled it out and started thumbing through the pages.
Suddenly, two lanky arms wrapped around her waist.
"Hiya toots," Jeremy cooed, "whatcha doin there?"
"Dear god! Jeremy don't sneak up on me like that!" She fumbled with the book, flipping back to the holiday section. "I'm just looking for something to bake," she said leaning back into his chest. Though Elisa knew the basics of baking she definitely couldn't do it without a guide.
"Oh I know a good one." Jeremy looked over her shoulder and skipped to a dog eared page. "Ma always made these for Christmas parties," he said pointing at an illustration of gingerbread in various festive shapes.
"Gingerbread would be rather fitting. Plus the decorating does sound fun..." Elisa hummed for a second considering the thought.
Scout swiftly snatched the book out of her hands. "Guess that's what we're doing then."
He rummaged through the cabinets of the kitchen while Elisa looked for some bowls and baking utensils. They made quick work of baking the cookies, chatting away through every step.
They cleaned up their workspace and prepared for the "best part" in Scout's words.
Jeremy mixed a rainbow of frostings and set out a wide display of toppings. Mini gumdrops, chocolate chips, sprinkles, and an array of other sweets.
He turned to Elisa with a cocky grin.
"Watch how a pro does it babe."
He picked out the best looking gingerbread man and carefully crafted away. A few minutes later and he held up his creation.
"Tada," Scout gestured to his finished cookie with his other hand, "impressive I know." His face was full of obvious pride.
Elisa looked closer at the cookie. The frosting was a bit droopy since Scout couldn't wait for the cookies to cool, but she could still see that it was decorated to look like her.
"Aw, Jerm..." She took the cookie, her cheeks glowing a bright shade of pink. "This is the cutest thing ever!"
She peppered his face with kisses and admired mini cookie her. She always loved Jeremy's creativity.
"It's nothin baby," He chuckled and kissed her on the forehead.
They decorated the rest of the cookies, giggling and making a huge mess. When everything was finished, they were left with a platter of gingerbread cookies full of love and the pleasant memory of baking together.
#nurse writes#drabblecember 2023#i wrote this at 4 am#no i will not fix the mistakes im lazy 👍#also first time writing something like this so pls be real nicey#self ship stuff
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beware of burnout it's so real i'm afraid
also bc ended up making my writing into a font to avoid killing my hand as much and bc I saw Caden do this, I thought it would be fun to see who y'all think it suits lol
#trust me i am working my way out of it lol#dndads#dungeons and daddies#normal oak swallows garcia#hermie the unworthy#oakworthy#once again i find them really funny being so dysfunctional#and no there is no step prior to the inevitable breakup it just happens#this is just how they are throughout college (they do not talk post graduation the reunion is the 1st time they see each other in years)#lincoln li wilson#taylor swift dndads#hero oak swallows garcia#ik i didnt write out like every character i could have but i was distracted by giving my brother impromptu sewing lessons#i didn't expect that to happen he just kinda showed up like 'I know you'd love to help me with something' like who told you that??#my artwork#edit: I wrote reignite wrong are you kidding me dugjxghshzs it was 4 am oh well
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Zoro and Sanji's devotion to Luffy is fundamentally different in the sense that:
Zoro considers Luffy to be this sort of deity to him because he has never believed in anything, not before Luffy appeared in his life and gave him a future and a life to share while he tries to fulfill his dream. They're both kings. Equals. Zoro would go to hell and back (and has) for Luffy and would give his life for him because he has given him something bigger than his own original dream. And he worships Luffy but in a way in which both of them win because Luffy wants to devour him and Zoro wants to be consumed by him.
Sanji follows Luffy with so much dependence it would be worrisome, if it wasn't because Luffy is basically the same. Call it codependency if you want. But despite sharing the same wish for not wanting to be separated and the fear of losing each other, Sanji seems to offer his life and persona to Luffy in a way that might as well could be just Sanji giving him his heart on a platter. Sanji used to base the value of his life on not being like the Vinsmokes, but now hay he can't say that, he does that thing valuing himself as Luffy's cook.
The thing is: Zoro gives and takes. Worships and is worshipped back by a king and a god, being a king himself too. While Sanji gives and gives and refuses to take because he thinks his whole existence is to serve. Their whole lives revolve around Luffy, yes, but not in the same way.
#sorry it's 4 am and i'm eepy and i can't make this long but tell me you understand#i am seriously fallinf asleep writing this lmaoo#i have no idea what i wrote#goodnight#one piece#black leg sanji#roronoa zoro#monkey d. luffy#monster trio#zosanlu#lusan#zolu
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caught
✢ you get lost in the woods. A certain ghoul finds you and takes what he craves.
✢ pairing: Swiss x reader (f)
✢ genre: smut
✢ warnings: CNC, breeding kink, primal play, creampie, knotting, rough, biting, blood, hunting, dirty talk, dry humping, almost no foreplay, 1 spank, aftercare
✢ a/n: cnc is consensual non-con. A roleplay. Both Swiss and reader have given consent beforehand in this, even though I’m not going to write it out. Read this at your own risk, know your limits! <3
You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you rushed through the overgrown forest. Thorns and leaves whipping your legs until they were scratched up and bloody. Your clothes had been torn at the back from the first time the ghoul had almost caught you.
It all had started this morning when you were tasked by Copia to forage for some herbs Mountain had requested. He wanted to go collect them himself, like he normally would, but the ghouls’ heats were approaching and Copia didn’t want to risk the possiblity of it hitting right as Mountain was away from the abbey. For the sake of their safety (and the safety of the siblings) the ghouls were normally locked into their den for the duration of their heats. It worked best for everyone involved and the ghouls didn’t mind, as long as they got to work everything out of their system. It also helped calm them, knowing that noone would enter their territory and destroy their nests.
You had collected two baskets full of yarrow by the time the sun had begun to set. Mountain had told you about them being useful against fevers, something that the ghouls sometimes had to deal with during their heats. So you had carefully plucked as many of them as you could, placing them into the woven baskets neatly.
Satisfied with your work you decided that it was time to return to the abbey to deliver the herbs. You knew they needed to be prepared right away or they would spoil, so you tried to be quick. Stumbling through the thick overgrowth, following the slim path you thought you recognized, you realized that you didn’t seem to get any closer to the abbey. You hadn’t walked that far into the forest, had you? You should have been able to see the buildings by now. You stopped walking for a second, turning around to watch where you had come from. Should you turn back? You shook your head as you decided against it. Surely you would reach the edge of the forest soon, you just had to keep walking. So you continued following the tiny path, not noticing how it grew slimmer and slimmer until it wasn’t a path at all; only grass and bushes.
It had gotten significantly darker now, crickets were starting to fill the silence as the last sun rays snuck their way through the trees. You felt yourself slow down, not sure what you were supposed to do now. No matter which way you’d go, you wouldn’t reach the abbey before it was completely dark outside, that was for sure.
You stopped walking again, listening to the birds sing their final songs of the day in the distance. A loud snap made you whirl around quickly, the fragile plants almost falling out of the baskets. But as you tried to see what had caused the sound, your eyes struggled. It was too dark already, not even squinting worked. You held your breath waiting for another sound. Another snap - this time closer - made you back up a little.
“Hello?”, you called out into the night.
Suddenly a silver glimmer caught your eye and you watched as the dark figure of a ghoul stalked towards you. Its eyes were locked on you. Didn’t it see that you had noticed it? You were staring directly at it. With its superior vision, it should have been able to see that. But it kept approaching, slowly and predatory.
You wanted to feel relieved that one of the ghouls had found you, be relieved that it would lead you back to the abbey. But the way the creature was stalking you, like it would stalk its prey, sent shivers down your spine. The ghouls weren’t supposed to be out here anymore. They all were supposed to be at the abbey, preparing for their heats. A ghoul being out here could only mean trouble.
You started backing up slowly, setting one foot behind the other, never removing your gaze from the still approaching creature.
You must have stepped on a twig, because something snapped under your foot and created a loud sound that echoed through the forest. The sudden sound triggered the ghoul to pounce, sprinting towards you. You dropped the baskets immediately, herbs falling to the ground gracelessly.
And then you started running as well.
If this was a ghoul in heat it would mean one thing and one thing only; you had to get away from it at all costs.
You ran as fast as you possibly could, but the footsteps behind you grew closer with each stride. There was no use in trying to out-run a ghoul. They would always catch up to you eventually. This was most likely a game to it, its hunting instinct triggered now that you had started running away from it. It didn’t take long before you could feel claws graze your back with a swift swipe. The sharp claws dug into the fabric of your clothes, ripping the back of them open. You stumbled slightly as you were pulled backwards by the force of it. With all the strength you had, you pushed yourself forwards again, tearing yourself free from the grip the demon had on the fabric. It glowled low in its throat as you managed to free yourself.
Adrenaline rushed through you again, the waves of it hot under your skin. Your legs were screaming at you to stop but you kept on pushing forwards, increasing the distance between you and the demon.
And that’s where you were now; stumbling through the thick vegetation, legs cut open and bleeding.
You didn’t hear the ghoul’s footsteps anymore, and for a moment you felt safe. You slowed down slightly, not quite daring to stop completely, though. Maybe the ghoul had lost your trace? It was unlikely but as you looked behind yourself, there was no sight of it.
Your steps slowed down further until you were walking. Maybe it had given up after chasing you around the woods for so long. Perhaps it deemed you to be too much of a pain in the ass to persue any further, and decided to find an easier target. Or maybe-
A yelp was ripped from your throat as your front hit the mossy ground. You landed softly but the fall still managed to knock the wind out of you, especially because something - or someone - had collapsed on top of you.
You felt yourself being pushed into the ground forcefully and your adrenaline spiked again. But this time you couldn’t run.
You couldn’t see exactly what had knocked you down but you didn’t need to look to know that it was the ghoul. It snarled and panted above you, one clawed hand had grabbed the back of your throat, pushing your face down. You tried to struggle out of its grasp but it was too strong.
“Thought you could get away this easily? Pathetic.”
Swiss.
You froze as you heard his voice, so close to your ear it sent a shiver down your spine. His full weight was on top of you, pinning you down, and as he shifted to get an even better grip, you felt something.
You nearly choked as you felt his erection press against your ass. With renewed vigor you tried to push him off of you, get away from him, but your struggling only seemed to excite him even more. His hips pressed into your behind harder, making you feel the outline of him. With a whimper you collapsed onto the ground again, boneless. The multi ghoul let out a breathy “fuck” as he ground his hips into you.
“I followed you through the entire forest. Fuck-... followed your scent and knew I had to have you. Had to breed that little cunt of yours. And look at you now; all ready for me to have.”, he panted into your ear, his hot breath fanning across the side of your face. You felt your stomach drop at his words, fear replacing the adrenaline in your veins.
“And you’re going to be a good little bitch and take it. Take everything I give you.”
A loud rip echoed through the otherwise quiet forest as one clawed finger tore through the fabric of your clothes. He didn’t take his time, removing the scraps unceremoniously - rushed. The forest air felt cold on your skin and you errupted in goosebumps. The ghoul seemed to like that, a smirk on his lips as he dipped down to lick up your spine from the base to your neck, where he was still holding you down firmly like a misbehaving dog. You took a chance and pushed yourself up again, catching the ghoul off guard. He scrambled after you with a low growl, one of his big hands catching one of your ankles and dragging you backwards towards him. You kicked your other leg in his direction but he easily caught it as well.
With both ankles in his claws, he turned you around forcefully, your front now exposed to his piercing gaze. His eyes seemed crazed as they scanned your face, then your chest, and finally your exposed crotch. You wanted to close your legs, to hide your naked form from him, but he forced your ankles apart further, squeezing his narrow hips between your thighs. His chest was heaving as he panted. You could feel the heat from his body through his clothes.
You had seen the ghouls in heat before, and this was exactly like it. The heightened body temperature, the piercing gaze, the overtaking of instincts. Swiss was not thinking clearly. He was truly and utterly ghoul in this moment.
As if on cue, the multi ghoul ground his hips into your core, making you gasp. You could see his hard cock strain against the front of his pants and you swallowed thickly. He let go of your ankles in favor of one of his hands supporting his weight next to your head while the other hand trailed down your body to your core. You writhed under him, trying to move away from his touch, but there was nowhere for you to go with the ghoul surrounding you completely.
He leaned down further, his fangs ghosting over the skin of your throat. And suddenly he bit down, his thumb finding your clit at the same time. You cried out at the sensation. His bite felt like a shard of ice, the pain gradually dulling down until it was only a light throbbing. He released the tender skin, licking it with a forked tongue. You didn’t know if he had drawn blood or not, but he let out a satisfied grunt as he looked at the bruise.
His thumb was still teasing your clit, pushing down harder before barely making contact. Your hands tried to grab at his arms, push him away but he wouldn’t budge. As he pressed down harder a breath escaped you, your hips bucking upwards slightly. The multi ghoul almost came in his pants right then and there.
“Shit, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”, he very near whined as his hands started working on the front of his pants. His hard cock sprang out immediately as he pushed his pants down just enough for him to be able to grab himself fully. You watched with wide eyes as Swiss fucked into his fist a few times. His head thrown back in pleasure.
After a few more thrusts he grabbed himself tightly, placing the head of his dick against your entrance and pushing in. You yelped as you felt yourself being stretched open by him, but it was slow. Swiss growled with impatience, pulling out roughly before letting a trail of spit fall from his lips onto your core. He spread the wetness with his tip, gliding from your entrance to your clit and back down. He positioned himself again and pushed his hips fowards roughly, earning himself another yelp from you. He started off with an unforgiving pace right away, his hips slamming into yours with such a force it rocked you upwards slightly. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed Swiss’ back to steady yourself somewhat.
The multi ghoul let out lewd groans and curses as he kept fucking into you as if his life depended on it. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling them towards himself every time his hips pushed forwards.
He began panting again, his eyes sharp as he watched his dick disappear into your body over and over again.
“Knew this pussy would take my cock so well. Mmh fuck-”
He grabbed you harder before shoving you off his dick, turning you around again so that you were on your hands and knees before him. With a strong hand he pushed your head down, your neck straining uncomfortably with the new position. With the new position your ass was exposed to him like you were a bitch in heat and you could feel your face heat up at the thought.
Without a warning his palm came down hard on your ass cheek. Tears stung in your eyes as he entered you again, his claws grabbing your hips with such a force you knew they would leave bruises. He picked up the pace again, his thrusts hard and fast as he used your body for his pleasure. Your face was rocked into the ground with each thrust, the smell of wet moss filling your nose.
“Shit, sweetheart. I’m going to breed you, fill you up with my cum and leave you dripping for days.”
You clenched around him involuntarily, a high pitched whine leaving your lips. “You like that? Hm? Like the idea of me filling you to the brim and then leaving you to drip my good stuff all over the forest as you make your way back to the abbey?”
One of his hands let go of your hip and trailed around to your front to find your clitoris again. As his skilled fingers started stroking the sensetive bundle of nerves, you felt your mind go blank for a second.
Swiss grunted as you clenched down on him again, lost in the pleasure.
“Fuck- but before that, I’m going to stuff you with my knot. Make you come around it.”
Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the pleasure building in your lower stomach. His fingers were working your clit in fast circles and his thick cock hit all the right places inside of you. You were so fucking close to cumming all over him.
Swiss was close too. You could tell by the way he muttered out dirty words that were too unintelligible for you to understand, his hips snapping wildly into you.
“Cum on my dick. Be a good little breeding bitch and come on my cock.”
You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your walls clenching down tightly on the multi ghoul’s cock. He groaned and moaned as you shook from the pleasure. And with a few more thrusts he pushed into you fully, his knot stretching you even further until it popped in, securing Swiss to your backside. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, filling you with his hot cum, spurt after spurt. He shivered as his front collapsed onto your back. His lips pressed tiny kisses between your shoulder blades, his fangs nipping gently along the way.
It took some time for the multi ghoul to catch himself. Once he had given you every last drop of his cum, he slumped back slightly, making you wince as his still swollen knot caught on your entrance. Swiss was quick to correct his posture as not to cause you any more discomfort.
“Are you alright?”, he asked as he moved to lay the two of you down on your sides so you were spooning, careful to not move his hips too much.
“Yeah, just a bit tired from all the running.”
“If it was the running that made you tired, I didn’t do a good enough job just now.”, the tall ghoul joked as he nuzzled his face into your neck, licking the purple bruise there.
“Are you sure you’re not hurt? Did you enjoy yourself?”, Swiss asked with a whisper, his hands caressing your side tenderly.
“I’m sure. Don’t worry, love. And yes, of course I enjoyed myself. I always do.”, you answered, your hand grabbing his at your side and moving it to your lips so you could kiss it. Swiss melted behind you, snuggling himself closer to your body.
“But I just have to ask”, you began, playing with his fingers gently, “What were you doing out here? I thought you were going to start your heat?”
Swiss shook his head, giving you a toothy grin, “No, not yet. We were worried about you being gone for so long, so they sent me to find you. I still have a few more days before my heat starts. Mountain is already going through it though, so I guess it was a good idea to send you foraging.” He leaned in closer, kissing your shoulder. “It also gave me the opportunity for our little romp just now.”. You laughed as you hit his leg playfully.
“We should probably get back soon though, before they start sending out other ghouls to look for us.”, he huffed out, moving his hips to pull out of you. His knot still caught at your entrance but with a bit of manuvering he managed to pull out completely without hurting you. His cum immediately started dripping out of you and he watched with half lidded eyes as the sticky white substance trailed down your leg.
“I would love to get you cleaned up, darlin’, but I think I like this sight way too much.”
You huffed out a weak laugh as you got up, searching for your clothes, or what was left of them anyway. You held up your ruined clothes and Swiss ducked away. “Sorry. I might have gotten a bit carried away. But the chase really riled me up, you know?.”, he explained sheepishly and you chuckled. Swiss removed his jacket for you to wear. Thankfully it was quite large on you, so it covered your butt well enough.
He grabbed your waist tenderly, pulling you close to his body so he could place a kiss on your lips. You melted against him as he held you for a moment. After a minute or two you two seperated and a toothy grin spread across Swiss’ masked face.
“I can’t believe you got lost.”, he teased you. Your face felt hot suddenly.
“Well, you try to navigate through the forest with shitty human senses! Also, you made me spill all of the herbs. We will have to go find them now.”
“You didn’t have to drop them you know. Could have put them aside gently.”
“Shut up, Swiss.”
#I wrote this at 4 am its not gonna make sense#Swiss ghoul#Swiss x reader#Swiss ghoul x reader#smut#swiss smut#ghost bc#the band ghost#ghost band#ghost fanfiction#nameless ghouls#the nameless ghouls#ghouls#ghouls ghost#mountain ghoul#phantom ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#rain ghoul#Swiss#Swiss ghost#swiss army ghoul#sodo#multi ghoul
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I’ve encountered a few on AO3 but I too am desperate for more Gojo fics anywhere 😭 if you have any recommendations too please I beg give some to meee 😭😭
Ohhh yesss ive got quite a few! Also, please look out for the content warnings!
Series
Sincerely not by saintobios (arranged marriage, modern au) (read this yrs ago so i cant remember much but i do remember crying at 10 pm in the kitchen while reading this)
Sundered by tojikai (baby daddy gojo, modern au)( made me sob )
Kintsugi by NoahLaval (arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, gojo x oc) (I love this! made me cry a lot, like really..)
No Cure by Tawus (enemies to lovers, reader is a curse user)
Exposure therapy by seoafin (angst, reader is in the same year as sashisu, au where toji became a teacher, also a geto/reader, but shoko is the endgame)(you should check out their other works too!)
Monster Hospital by mushmoon12 (enemies/rivals to lovers, lots of smut)
intrinsic warmth by thatdesklamp (angst, childhood friends to lovers)(yeah...)
Cursed Love by maespaces (angst, reader is a not a jujutsu sorcerer )(i forgot to add this!😭😭😭 but srsly tho rllylove this one, vry well written! im still reading it but u can tell ure in for a bumpy ride🥹)
Oneshots
Grey Cashmere by vagabond-umlaut (angst with a happy end, set during hidden inventory, reader is in the same year as sashisu)(one of my all time faves!!! its also part of a series but can be read as a standalone!)
an unwanted letter by piichuu (angst, post ch 236?ig?)(i read this during class... i just hope my classmates didnt see me cry)
Others. (I have not read this yet but ive been keeping an eye on it! Thought i might share as well)
Infidelity by tawus (angst, gojo and reader are married)
one day, three autumns by vagabond-umlaut (arranged marriage)
Minazuki by quirklessidiot (enemies to lovers, arranged marriage)
Devoted by aerinth (angst, friends to lovers)(also a geto/reader)
the color yellow by rhydonium (angst, hanahaki disease)(also a geto/reader)
Bonus!
Abalone on the shore by unolvrs (I dont rlly read much toji fics but this one made me sob on a morning! You'll need tissues for this one ig...😞)
#i wrote this one at 4 am so if theres anything wrong with the links pls do tell!#theres actually a lot more but i forgot some of the tittle.... :(#can u tell that i love arranged marriage with gojo? lmaooo#writing this instead of writing my essay...#fic recs#gojo x reader#yuna.incs#angst lots of angst#only listed enemies/rivals/lovers and angsts here
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ada. (enamour)
fem. reader. love rivalry including ada/reader/leon. (focus on reader)
something cold digs in between your shoulder blades, sending shivers up tense muscles.
it’s a sudden sensation. catches you off guard you forget to call out to leon, whose back is turned to you whilst sifting through paper files laying across an abandoned wooden desk. the latest room you’ve snuck into seemed abandoned enough — save for its open window rocking back and forth on screeching bolts. they must’ve entered through there mere seconds before the two of you did.
warm, sweet breath tickles your earlobe. another round of shivers overtake your senses. this time, through, you recover quickly enough to react.
your hand flies to your pocketed blade and in an instant is pressed up to their throat. it is then you realize, recognize who your company is. she smiles serenely at you, acting like the knife at her neck isn’t sharp enough to slice through bone. she bears her pistol with all the grace of someone who’s caught you in her web, not the other way around.
“long time no see, kitten.”
her deadpan voice practically echoes through the silence of the night. finally surprising your partner into turning around. what surprises him further is the way ada gazes at you, almost identical to the way she did at him all those years ago.
“ada.” leon says plainly, hand hovering over his own pistol. his eyes flicker between the two of you, to the way your hand fumbles with your blade, to how she smiles a little too suggestively for someone being threatened. he’s certain you’re about to push her down, or for her to knock the knife away from your obviously loosened grip — neither happen.
instead, you carefully tuck your blade away and greet her with a coy smile of your own.
“i wasn’t expecting you here, red.” your arms cross, a guard of sorts. you knew full well of the games she liked to play. she holds your eyes as she slips her pistol back in its holster, searching for something you refuse to show. it’s been a long time, indeed, but you still remember how to compose yourself around her. it’s all rather flattering.
ada circles you, trailing her fingertips over your shoulders. her silky touch is the only weapon in her grasp, but it is perhaps her most dangerous. she takes pleasure in the way you shift beneath her watch, how your pretty face fights to remain mild. she’s no fool. she sees the smile playing at those luscious lips of yours — why bother hiding it? she’s all sultry eyes just for you, now that she’s finally managed to separate your stuffy partner’s hip from yours. seems he hadn’t changed after all. he really was the clingy type.
it was cute. once. not when he happened to be clingy with you of all people.
“once i heard you were around, i just couldn’t help myself.” her arm comes to rest around the curve of your waist. her fingers press into the flesh of your hip, easing you closer. her lips hover over the soft of your neck, almost kissing a path up to your ear. your breathing stutters, and she purrs, “wanted to stop by and catch up with my favorite girl, is all.”
you scoff, but there’s no stopping the heat rising up and over your face. those pretty lips of yours finally turn up in a smile, bashful like a schoolgirl crush. the temptation to run her thumb over your bottom lip runs strong — until an awkward, intentional clear of a throat interrupts the thought.
“i’d appreciate if you left my partner alone.” leon interjects, striding to stand tall besides you. in a swift motion he interweaves your elbows together and pulls you towards him, at once halting the hold she had on you. it’s a comfortable, possessive sort of touch. how quaint. cute little leon, still wearing his heart on his sleeve.
given the way his hand clamps around yours, he must really have it bad. what a shame. for him.
ada is slow to drag her eyes away from you. she even runs them up, down, over your lovely body for good measure. she can’t have leon thinking she isn’t willing to compete — two can play at that game. his fuming glower tells her he’s gotten the message loud and clear. as he should. she zeros in on the way his grip tightens around yours, again, cozily touching you as if you were his.
a quirk of her brow suggests ire. “glad to see you, leon. to think, after all this time, you’re still such a lucky man. who would’ve thought she’d end up being your partner?”
the two of them stare each other down with such intensity you wonder what other history they share aside from you. tension seeps into the chill of the nighttime air. leon’s coiled up so tightly it raises worry, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his bicep to placate him. for all you know, the mysterious plagas infecting him could thrive off stress, and he’s already had plenty of that so far.
almost immediately does your touch have him redirecting his notice towards you. his intense gaze softens at your pretty eyes studying him. his broad shoulders gradually relax in your embrace. he’s visibly calmed by the simple act, much to ada’s amusement — and her vexation. her fingertips dig into her palms, wishing it was your hands beneath them instead.
“ada, why are you really here?” you inquire, and she’s pleased when you finally set sights back on her. she’s not fond of the questioning, however. she purses her lips. her expression morphs into a cautious neutral. you’re aware you won’t be getting a direct answer, no matter how much she likes you.
ada sighs, “oh, sweetheart. you know i don’t work and tell.”
guarded, she saunters to the opposite end of the room to the very window she slithered in through, overlooking the bleak scenery with little interest. you slip past leon to follow after her, grasping her fingers to keep her from going any further. pleasant warmth seeps through from your fingertips to hers. there’s no time to relish it, although she longs to feel more. calculating eyes regard you and you alone.
“leave the girl,” demands ada. “she’s lost no matter what. you walk away now…and who knows? maybe you’ll live to meet me again.”
keeping her eyes locked on yours, she brings your hand to her lips, and presses a languid kiss across your knuckles. a stain of red now marks you as hers. play glimmers in her irises. “…maybe i’ll even take you on that date i promised.”
“you think we’re gonna give up that easy?” leon’s voice cuts in, weighed with barely contained venom.
“right.” ada exhales a laugh. how true. the two of you really are perfect for one another. hearts of gold, heads full of dreams. she turns towards a silently seething leon, whose eyes pierce her every move. he does a poor job at hiding his envious glare towards your entwined hands. “how about we continue this discussion another time?”
she drops your hand unceremoniously, in favor of pressing a kiss to your cheek. the pulse of your racing heart is nearly tangible. such a sweet girl, flustered by a simple kiss. longing parts her lips in their journey up to your ear to whisper, “stay safe, beautiful.” she pulls away with an air of nonchalance, committing to memory the clear look of shock she’s frozen you into. it takes all she has not to go back in for another kiss, for there’s no knowing where her lips will land if she does.
“keep her safe for me, will you, leon? she’s really quite precious, you know.”
and just like that, she’s gone.
you nearly stumble towards the creaking window for a vain glimpse into the night she’s disappeared through. half shocked, half mortified of your audience still gaping at you, you could only hope he wasn’t put off by the instance of his flirty adversary. or the fact you had no quarrels in encouraging her.
a hand wraps around yours, warm and tight.
“careful. leaning out a little too far there, don’t you think?”
leon sounds rather relieved now that it’s back to being the two of you. ada must’ve been a sore sight for whatever reasons he’s held within. you avoid his eyes to recollect yourself, murmuring apologies beneath your breath.
then, a touch upon your cheek, the very one she’d kissed, puts a stop to all thoughts. your eyes flutter up towards leon’s. his usually somber expression has turned sour, scowling and scorned in a way you’re unfamiliar with. his hand cups your face, thumb frantically rubbing off what must be a lipstick stain ada’s left behind. the intensity of his eyes only adds to your embarrassment, makes you wish he hadn’t seen her in the first place. maybe then he wouldn’t be upset, angry with the ghost of her presence.
“here i thought luis would be my only problem.” leon mutters, so softly you’d mistaken he’d spoken at all. when he notices the shift in your pretty eyes, the sweetsoft concern that struck him weak, his gaze mellows instantly, and he blinks rapidly as if coming out of a daze. rose pink springs across his face in a blooming blush, a bigger surprise than his supposed anger. he rips his hand away upon realizing himself, leaving you curious.
“i mean—i meant, she’s the last person i expected to run into here. it’s—it’s a long story. won’t bore you with it. just know she’s probably not worth trusting completely. it’s best you’re careful around her. i’d hate…i wouldn’t want you hurt.”
his voice goes quiet at the end. his head is turned away, body tight and tense, hands fiddling with the holsters of his weapons. it isn’t like leon to speak so personally. so openly about his emotions. and you know it isn’t because of ada’s mere presence, what must be a recollection of the past.
you touch your cheek, still warm from his skin.
“you’re the one i trust, leon. we came here together, and we’re leaving together. i’m with you until the end.”
courage overtakes bashful notions. you close in beside him, reach up to push a lock of his hair behind his ear. cup his shying face, a tender encouragement to share his vulnerability with you. leon’s eyes fall back on yours too easily, too swiftly for a simple friendship. you see it; he is incapable of masking it.
it’s somewhat of an honor he’s so fond of you. it’s a reminder to be gentle with his feelings, though you yourself may not have yours sorted out just yet. but it is ascertained that you care immensely for him, perhaps in the way he’d like you to. perhaps not. there’s plenty of time to work things out.
“i’m with you, ace.” you smile, tugging his cheek until he returns one of his own. “there’s no one else i’d rather have beside me. got it?”
leon nods, convinced. “yeah. thanks.”
you pay a playful pat to his cheek, satisfied with his answer. “good, good. now, why don’t we get moving? we wouldn’t want to keep miss ashley waiting. what were we even looking for in the first place? some kind of key?”
the mention of the mission reinvigorates him. “yeah, exactly. should be somewhere around here, if you can help me look.”
“sure! let’s just hope we can get by without someone interrupting again.”
“wouldn’t that be nice.” scoffs leon, slipping his fingers through yours to lead you back towards the other half of the room. this habit of wanting you close was really too cute. willingly do you allow him to take your hand as he pleases.
all the while you will your heart not to flutter at the lipstick still staining the other, red on red alike.
#resident evil 4 imagines#re4 imagines#resident evil imagines#re imagine#resident evil x reader#re4 x reader#ada wong imagines#ada wong x reader#leon kennedy imagines#leon kennedy imagine#leon kennedy x reader#i’m so glad i finally wrote this LET’S GOOOO#i. am. SICK. so sick of being “jealous” of ada in fics. like…yall see her too right? she’s gorgeous and morally ambiguous right???#so why can’t she flirt with ME?? why be jealous when we can be in LOVE??? why not let her desire ME carnally for once?? leon? i hardly know#anywho. jealous ada + reader fics just don’t mesh w/ me personally!! perhaps because i’m not a naturally jealous person haha#but ada and leon being incredibly jealous of each other + fighting over us though? hell yeah sister
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I was re-watching some highlights and clips from season 5 and I keep forgetting how brutal Jouno’s death is. Told he was only taken in by Fukuchi because Fukuchi never really believed in him at all. All his escape exits blocked as he clearly tries to hide his growing worry. His particles set on fire. Stabbed all over his body all at once. Bitten and restrained and carted off somewhere. And all of this, all of it, catalyzed because Jouno really had changed for the better. Because he did care, and Fukuchi gravely misunderstood him.
And man. Tecchou forgetting himself. Something’s wrong and he knows it. Tecchou turning violent without valid resistance which goes against his method of justice. Tecchou placing Jouno above justice, which for Tecchou, to whom justice is central to his honour and character, is tantamount to placing him above all else. Tecchou, the one person who repeatedly shows no fear of Jouno, the only one who vouches for his true character as someone who seeks justice also. Who was probably a major instigator of Jouno’s steady change. Who would understand Jouno’s choice to confront evil for the sake of justice at the risk of his own life better than anyone… but who still prioritized him over all else anyways. The sheer desperation of knowing something’s wrong with the person you know best, know everyone gets all wrong… but you don’t know if he’s safe right now. You can’t get to him.
Since I refuse to believe Jouno is actually dead: Asagiri, their reunion, when Tecchou gets to see Jouno is okay and the kind of person he’s become and Jouno realizes that there is someone who cares for him enough to throw everything aside but will still return to himself in the end… it better be something really special. They deserve it.
#hey hey I wrote this at 4 am#please excuse any typos or misinformation. you can tell me if I messed up anything just be polite#bsd#bsd season 5#bsd jouno#bsd tecchou#suegiku#storyrambles
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Do you think bugs fall in love?
Their small bodies host even tinier brains. Built to crawl through soil and rocks bigger than itself. Running on a simple software bouncing between eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate.
V1 is smarter than a bug. It must be. It’s a war machine, so it must be. Its programming is complex enough to fry several motherboards; the internals are heated from constant, unrelenting processing needs. If it updates its optical data intake to any greater degree than these rough, messy polygons, it’d surely perish from the overwhelming information.
V1 is built to kill first, survive second. To be fair, survival would ensure more killing, so it’d be more effective. Moving through the battlefield, culling lives, drawing blood. Perfectly aligned with its programmed objectives, then.
Gabriel is smarter than a bug. He must be. He’s an angel, so he must be. He’s one of the best soldiers in the heavenly realm. Armour and swords glistened with pride and justice. He sees all. He judges all. His loyalty and perfect track record have earned him a high rank within the order. Leaving behind the creaturely "it". His light burns hot and bright within his constitution.
Gabriel is built as a messenger of the Father, then a judge of Hell. To be fair, the role of a judge was assigned to him by the council, so he supposes that his placement can be summed up as the bearer of the divine authority to bring right to all other creatures. Perfectly aligned, then.
Bugs… Well, they’re the same. I suppose. Small beings. Running pre-programmed orders derived from centuries of evolution: eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate. No role. No responsibilities.
Bugs are built naturally and fully, unlike humankind; but formed and ready to go within seconds from their births, like machines and angels.
So. Do they live?
When the machine and the angel escape their chains, do they see themselves in bugs?
Bugs are born to live, temporarily, fleetingly, yet live nonetheless. Do they, then, deserve to live, freeing and meaninglessly. No role. No responsibilities.
So. Do bugs love?
Do they learn that they can go beyond their basic structures? Do they see their own reflection in each other’s compound eyes? Do they recognize each other’s bodies, scents, heat? Do they feel the desire for closeness?
To flutter wings like a dance of waltz. To brush antennae like butterfly kisses. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.
To move through the sky in battle, in passion. To clash swords and fists and bullets. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.
The same cells in the same blood coursing beneath the same suit of exoskeletons.
Machine, angel, bug. Boiled down to the barest essence of existence; crisp simplicity.
To live, to love.
#(im thinking abt how angels have a default pronoun of it/its and went insane – they’re so bugs; like machine)#v1 ultrakill#ultrakill#gabv1el#gabriel ultrakill#az thoughts#also if this flops im flinging myself into the sun#is this any good; is it; is it <- desperate#im just really tired rn i think; its fine#wrote between lectures; thought abt queueing but whatever its fine#got like 4 group projects and a giant assignment and no free time during the last weekend i am fine i am fine i am fine#its fine for me to write Things instead of working on stuff this is destressing its fine#i need to be spun in a washing machine and left on a hanger to dry for approximately 12 hours and then ironed for way too long#<- going insane but in a bad way#someone pls take me out (date or murder; surprise me)
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Hazy
(fluffy S3 reveal... sort of)
“Thank you for coming, Kara,” Lena said, rising from her desk to approach Kara, as the blonde stepped into Lena’s office.
“Of course,” Kara said, her brow furrowed in concern. “What’s wrong?”
It had been a strange call, from Lena earlier that day - the CEO had nervously requested that Kara meet her in her office right away, a surprising request for a bright Saturday afternoon.
The timing couldn’t have been worse, either - Kara and the DEO were still looking for the worldkillers, fresh on the heels of Purity’s escape and Pestilence’s new plague. But hearing the nervousness in Lena’s voice, Kara decided to fly over and see what was wrong.
“I need to ask you a few questions,” Lena said, leaning against her desk, arms crossed in thought.
“Okay?” Kara said curiously.
“Do you… ever lose chunks of time?” Lena asked.
“Chunks of time?” Kara responded, confused.
“Do you ever arrive somewhere, with only hazy memories of how you got there?” Lena asked. “Maybe you wake up, when you don’t remember going to sleep?”
“I-” Kara’s eyes darted between Lena’s. “No, I don’t lose track of time.”
Lena eyed the blonde, frowning in thought.
“Lena,” Kara said, shifting slightly. “What’s going on?”
Lena watched Kara for a moment longer. It seemed she was weighing some sort of decision - which didn’t last long, as she sighed, her mind made up. “I need to tell you something. And I know it will sound crazy…”
Kara tilted her head.
A small breath. “... I think you’re Supergirl.”
Kara froze, jaw dropping, eyes widening. She knows?, Kara thought. How long has she known?
“I know, I know it sounds crazy,” Lena said, standing up straight again to make her way around her desk. She typed briefly at her keyboard, before turning the computer monitor around to face Kara. Two photos were projected side-by-side - one of her as Kara Danvers, one of her as… Supergirl. “But your facial portions and shape match exactly - along with your eye color, your hair, even the scar above your brow,” Lena said.
“I-” Kara’s mind ground to a halt. Why is she trying to convince me I’m Supergirl?!
“I know it’s a lot to take in,” Lena continued. “But I think… I think you and Sam might be similar.”
“Sam?” Kara squeaked, now more confused than ever.
“Remember how she’s been losing time?” Lena said. “I’ve determined the cause - her cells aren’t human. I’m able to trigger a response to cause them to shift, and I think she may be kryptonian.”
“A response?”
“I believe kryptonians may form alter egos under the yellow sun. These egos occasionally take over, perform heroic acts. Yours and Superman’s would be benevolent, of course. But in Sam’s case-”
And that was the moment it snapped together. She thinks I have amnesia when I’m Supergirl, Kara thought, her mind finally racing with the possibilities that Lena was proclaiming, with Sam’s recent issues. If Sam is kryptonian… “Reign,” Kara said, holding back a shiver. “You’re saying Sam is Reign.”
“Yes,” Lena said. Kara watched as the brunette reached into a drawer, pulling out a small device - larger than the alien detector device, but strikingly similar. Lena put the device on her desk, looking up at Kara again. “I know it’s a lot to take in. But… if I can get a reading of your human cloaking cells from you, and if I can trigger Supergirl into appearing, I think I can use the data to help Sam suppress Reign-”
“You don’t want me in your lab?”
“I…” Lena bit her lip nervously. “No. Supergirl would be uncomfortable there.”
“What do you mean?”
Lena shifted nervously. “I’ve been making kryptonite, to keep Sam in check.”
“Kryptonite?!” Kara said, feeling the panic bubble up in her throat.
“I would never hurt her,” Lena said emphatically, her voice growing a touch desperate. “Or you. I swear, Kara. I’m just trying to help you both. Especially since Sam’s alter ego might kill you.”
Kara stared. And stared. She’s trying to save me, came the thought, cutting through the haze. There was panic, yes - Kara didn’t like that Lena had kryptonite. But Lena thought that Kara didn’t know herself… and moreso, Lena thought that using Kara’s data might help save both Kara and Sam. Rao, she has no idea.
It was time, Kara realized. It had long been time - but with everything she just learned, with Lena so close to the truth… “I know I’m Supergirl, Lena. She’s not an alter ego. She’s me.”
Lena’s brow furrowed in confusion, a slow draw of breath as she processed Kara’s words. “Oh,” Lena said. “You’re… you’re not like Sam?”
“Reign isn’t kryptonian,” Kara explained. “She was engineered by a secret group of kryptonians. To kill humans. And there are two others.”
“I see,” Lena said, searching Kara’s eyes. It was an odd interplay of emotions on her face - confusion, concern, worry.
Kara smiled, knowing Lena hadn’t expected her to be conscious of being Supergirl. She knew she was a bit of a dork - the last person someone would expect to be a superhero. “Will you work with us?” Kara asked.
“Us?” Lena asked.
“The DEO has been trying to capture the worldkillers and deprogram them. We… had one escape, so far,” Kara said tiredly. “I think we could use your help.”
Kara watched the tension melt out of Lena’s shoulders, the small relief of the brunette realizing that she hadn’t lost a friend - she had gained an ally. “Of course,” Lena said.
Kara smiled back, before reaching down to her phone to call the DEO.
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Inspired by this fan question from a Katie interview in 2018.
#I saw this video and manically wrote/edited this in 4hrs#so hopefully it doesn't suck#was not originally planning to do this prompt but here we are#remember when I said I wasn't doing supercorptober?#I think this is my 2nd of 4 prompts?? anyway I am a damn liar#supercorp#supercorp ficlet#supercorptober#supercorptober2023#mel writes ficlets#hazy
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