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Jujutsu Kaisen, Chapter 215 Thoughts

Yuji remains one of the most interesting shonen protagonists in the manga. Precisely because being the protagonist affords him no special breaks. The world of Jujutsu Kaisen is challenging for everyone to live in, especially Yuji. Now, Yuji after losing Sukuna has basically lost his protagonist status. He’s lost his entire purpose for becoming a Jujutsu Sorcerer in the first place because he can no longer become the sacrifice to permanently exorcise Sukuna. Yuji is no longer “special” and never really was in the narrative. Whenever Yuji acts like a shonen protagonist in the shonen manga Jujutsu Kaisen it never works out for him.

More thoughts underneath the cut.

1. Hero to Zero

What struck me with the whole Sukuna and Yuji fight scene is how tropey it was. Stop me if you’ve heard this before. In a shonen manga the villain suddenly appears easily knocks out the rest of the hero’s friends. All hope is lost and the protagonist looks dead, until they get back on their feet again and start fighting back through sheer force of will alone.

Yuji was having his protagonist moment when facing down Sukuna. He even gets to make a speech. Yuji and Sukuna faced off with their opposite philosophies, Sukuna beliving the weak should be crushed and put out of their misery, and Yuji continuing to fight Sukuna even if he’s too weak to make a difference. Yuji was determined enough to resist being sliced apart by Sukuna’s cleave technique. Not only is Yuji strong enough to fight back, but he also has Megumi fighting back from within in a show of the power of their bond.

Not only that but Yuji is shown to have unlocked a new level of strength for as-of-yet-unexplained reasons. Sukuna’s line of dialogue that it’s Kenjaku’s meddling, he either unlocked a heavenly restriction on his body, or Kenjaku was planning something else for Yuji when Sukuna left his body. Either way, Yuji survives being punched through a building and falling several stories.

Yuji fighting Sukuna at this moment is stronger than he ever was before. He gets the last minute power that shonen protagonists all seem to get at the most convenient moment possible. Maki also shows up at the right time where it looks like Yuji might have a fighting chance, especially with Megumi fighting back from within. Maki just like Yuji is at her peak physical strength. Her fight with Naoya allowed her to climb a greater height than before. She was strong enough to massacre the entire Zen’in Clan, and now she’s even stronger.

Maki is strong enough at this point that even Sukuna is acknowledging her strength. Maki and Yuji have near-perfect teamwork and neither of them is holding back, they’re both fighting with the intention to kill Sukuna if that’s what it takes to stop him.

They fight with everything they have, both of them having a recent power-up, and they still lose. They lose because of outside interference because Kenjaku and Ura-Ume both have plans that Maki and Yuji are unaware of. There are outside factors that are bigger than either of them no matter how individually strong they may be.

Yuji has all this strength, he just keeps getting stronger and yet at moments like this there’s nothing he can do but shout at Sukuna. Sukuna just finds all of his efforts laughable. This scene is clearly a parallel to this.

Yuji even repeats the line and has the same moment of realization. Think of how much stronger Yuji has gotten between the young finish and reverse punishment arc. How much he’s grown. He was strong enough to face Mahito. He accepted Mahito’s statment that they are the same, and resolved to continue killing curses as a cog in the system. Yet, after all this time Yuji ends up in the exact same situation. He is as powerless to save Megumi as he was to save Junpei.

This happens because Yuji is not the protagonist of a shonen manga. Jujutsu Kaisen is a deconstruction of the kind of story Yuji thinks he is in.

2. The Protagonist of Reality

Yuji’s assumption that everything will work out fine once he releases Gojo from the box, and finishes playing his “role” just reeks of storybook logic. Yuji employs narrative thinking a lot. Basically he assumes that the world works like a fictional story. Instead of everything being random and meaningless, events are connected to each other, those events have meaning, and things progress naturally towards an ending. Which is why Yuji says that Megumi and Gojo gave him a “role” to play, like he is a character in a cast of actors performing on stage and reading off a script.

This is not to say that Yuji thinks fiction and reality are the same thing. He just employs narrative thinking as a coping mechanism. He thinks of his life like a story and gives himself a part to play in that story to give his life meaning. If you think about it, Yuji’s trying to cope with an extremely tragic situation even before Sukuna is unleashed. He is a fifteen year old who will never grow up. His only living family member died at the start of the story, and the few friends he does make through his new school are always risking their lives. He is afraid of losing them. Then he does lose them.

Yuji goes through a lot of suffering, and at the end of that tunnel he doesn’t see a happy future, no he’s going to die for the sake helping others. Yuji is trying to reconcile his death by giving himself narrative purpose. He wants to die a meaningful death because he can’t accept the unfair reality he has to die young.

Whether or not Yuji actually sees himself as the main character in the story he’s telling is up for debate. This is not much of an answer but he does and he does not. Yuji clearly does not see himself as important as Megumi and Gojo. They’re the ones who gave him a role to play. That makes sense because they were already Jujutsu Sorcerers at the beginning of the story, Yuji is just the stranger who wandered into their world by accident, he wasn’t even born with a cursed technique and he can only fight thanks to borrowed power from Sukuna. He also only sees himself as a cog in the machine and constantly belittles his own importance.

At the same time, Yuji can have quite an ego sometimes in a sneaky way. Gojo tells Megumi that someone like Yuji is always swinging for the fences and even likens Yuji to himself. Also, Yuji’s martyr complex still puts himself as the center of the story. It’s his sacrifice that’s going to save everyone. His sacrifice is important, and matters, and he has a function as long as he plays his part.

Yuji may regard himself as the main character, or maybe the selfless savior of the story, but the people around him do not. Especially Kenjaku who created Yuji and played author for a good portion of his life.

Kenjaku mentions that Yuji has no longer specific role to play. He’s just the firestarter, it was his actions that started the story by eating the finger and becoming the vessel to Sukuna. What he says here, and the fact Sukuna was already registered as a player in the Culling Games before Yuji entered the boundary (and Ura-Ume was preparing the bath in advance) all imply that Kenjaku always knew that Sukuna was going to leave Yuji’s body. Yuji’s purpose wasn’t just to be Sukuna’s host like Yuji assumed it was.

Sukuna also reveals that what we as the audience and Yuji himself assumed that Yuji being a one in a thousand special vessel that can contain Sukuna without losing control or dying is not actually the case. Sukuna could have jumped into Megumi’s body from the beginning and was merely biding his time.

All of these things that made Yuji special, the attributes that made him the main character have essentially been stripped away. He was made into a vessel by Kenjaku, but Kenjaku has no specific plans for him anymore. He was set to serve as Sukuna’s vessel, collect all the fingers and then be exorcised but now that Sukuna has jumped bodies he no longer has that purpose. He no longer is able to just simply die to save the world because it’s Megumi who is possessed by Sukuna now. They might not even be able to free Gojo considering Angel’s fate is now up in the air.

This is what makes Jujutsu Kaisen unique as a manga, whenever the characters assume that things are going to work out the way they would in a story they get punished. This isn’t just Yuji who’s affected by this. Megumi loses his body to Sukuna because he assumes he can save Tsumiki and makes the mistake that she’s a princess waiting for him to rescue her. Therefore he doesn’t notice that Tsumiki isn’t even acting like herself. Hana is grievously hurt by Sukuna for assuming the exorcism worked and she managed to rescue Megumi with the power of love. That leads her into walking into an obvious trap and not listening to Angel’s warning.

These characters all walk into obvious traps and pitfalls because they’re not looking at the reality in front of them, they’re blinding themselves because they want the world to be more like a story.

#yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #sukuna #hana kurusu #angel #jjk meta #jujutsu kaisen meta #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen theory #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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How about Benny in SAGAU? Like a continuation with Razor?? We do not talk about your growing found family 😤

Like, how would be his 'unluckiness'? Dya cancel it or you get pulled with his shenanigans? I feel like he might introduce you to his Dads no, we are still not going to talk about it 😤😤

A little scenario kept getting into my head when Benny applies Pyro and then Razor used his Electro and y'all got yer asses pounded on the ground 💀👌🏻and just taking care of each other's wounds 🥺🥺

You better be with him whenever he opens a chest so it wouldn't only spawn veggies, but decent weapon AND mora as well! You know, actual treasures, HOYO!!

BENNYYYYY ANOTHER ONE OF MY BOYSSS

This kid also arguably needs more parental supervision just bc of his sheer bad luck, poor kid

(i adore the headcanon that no matter the person's gender, he calls them dad lol)

Like,, hoyo cursed him and he's in a world with traps, monsters, fatui, MAGIC?? 💀 bro how is Benny still alive??!!

(LOOK AT HOW CUTE THEY LOOK IN THIS GIF MY BOYS 🥺)

Okay but the fact that Benny calls so many ppl dad just proves his desire for parental/sibling affection 💔

Aight since u phrased this as a continuation of this post <3 RAZOR MY BOYYYY

That is what we shall do :) ! ! !

So ur running with the wolves still lol

Also ur symbol as the Creator reader is 🦄 or 🌈, bc ur gay and special, jk its bc elements i promise lol

Or even 😑 / 😶 for language reader shenanigans

♡

EDIT 4/11/24: HELLA forgot to say theres a sorta Part 3, its more focused on Razor living, rather than Benny tho fair warning!

Lupical for life bro

U r chillin with the pack now

Razor now has a sweet new digs, fits, and now a crazy amount of power

Bc ur just that great 💅

You have officially moved on to purchasing some leftover amenities/new furniture etc. for him and you :D

And while u could get some stuff in Springvale, like lanterns and soap and perfume and whatnot

Ur still not rlly getting furniture like a bedframe or some storage space, like a nightstand, from them

Which u dont need bc u still got an inventory

...but Razor definitely needs to store all his goodies somewhere that isnt up a tree or buried in a hole 😃

Yes, u did have to tell him to stop doing that.

So yall (u and Razor) are in Mondstadt a lot these days, and ur routine consists of grinding domains, hunting for food, hanging with cute Lupical puppies, playing giant tic-tac-toe w/ Andrius bc poor guy is pretty bored these days etc.

So you figured you run into ppl eventually, afterall you'd already re-met Lisa :)

(who at first was kind of taken aback to Razor having made a random adult friend in the woods, but after vibe checking her , and her vibe checking you, yall were cool, tho she did start reading these new lore books you didnt recognize called "Immortal They Return: A Series of Prophesies", she avoided ur questions abt it too..)

It was inevitable that after introducing you to Lisa, he'd gotten all excited at seeing two familiar figures hanging around Kathryne one day

THE BANDS GETTING BACK TOGETHER, ITS-

Fischl and Bennett !! :D the cutest adventurers in all of Mondstadt ! (besides Klee)

The two take one look at you and Razor and coming running

...

....well mostly Fischl,

Bennett got his boot laces tangled together somehow? And is kinda hopping his way over

Immediately the electro vision royalty launches into their quintessential speech (they/them fischl SUPREMACY)

And as u get introduced,

U watch the pyro boy hop and trip over while trying to untie the laces

And just as he's about to go down, and ur debating reaching out and supporting the poor guy bc geez this looks sm worse in person-

Bennett has finally gotten his shoes untied!

Even he looks shocked 💀

And he like, apruptly stops falling over too?

And walks over with no issue??

Theres even a few out of place cobblestones in his path which he sees and moves to avoid

You dont know who looks more shocked and kinda scared you, him, or Fischl/Oz or Razor

Fischl and Razor have stopped talking bc it was more distracting Bennett didnt fall 😭

...yall all just kinda,, stand in a circle of silence (well fly in oz's case)

Staring at Bennett.

(Even Katheryne looks impressed😭)

After a couple of shook seconds, Fischl is nearly yelling about some kind of curse being lifted?? , Razor is like, sniffing Bennett's immediate area for sus scents, Bennett is kicking rocks to see if any of them hit him anymore, and poor Oz is trying to calm them down

(none of the rocks hit Bennett btw, or anything valuable around him)

◇

So after that fiasco, u offer to take them around to the parts of Mondstadt they weren't allowed to go to w/o at least 1 adult :)

Theyre pumped and yall set off!

At first, Bennett hangs back, as Fischl and Razor throw themselves into monster battles yall encounter, as per what seems like a routine u assume bc of his bad luck

Eh, u figure while hes here, u might as well reveal u can make him stronger, u think he definitely needs the HP...

If there were any characters youd be worried about needing more power/HP in Mondstadt that u could level up besides Razor, itd be Bennett, hands down.

Between his adventuring, unnatural bad luck, and no parental supervision..

(even Klee seems better off than him, and shes like 7 💀)

Yeah, needless to say u were worried abt the guy

So he looks adorably fascinated <3, bc turns out they can see some of ur interface!

Mostly it looks like floating magical icons and that weird Teyvat language u saw in game, like that Abyss/ruins language u see all the time?

Bennett showed u his perspective in a sand drawing, hes actually pretty good at art wow

Razor couldnt rlly find the words to describe it before which is why u werent sure what they saw before now

And with that hes called into battle last by the others, mostly to apply pyro 🔥

and he fights at the edges to be further away from ppl u notice so he wont affect their luck..

aw Benny </3 :(

But as he draws his sword and ur getting ready trying to become a cheerleader for both Razor and Fischl but particularly Bennett,

He full on takes out 3 hilichurls at once 💀

...then with the dramatic down swing he does, he accidentally launches a rock right at the bigger hilichurl's foot..

...which trips him out of his axe swing...

...which makes it let go of the axe...

...which goes flying...

....breaks the last bit of the cryo abyss mage's shield bubble...

....

......

........and smacks it on the head too.

..fischl, oz, and razor halfway thru this insanity just like,, lower their weapons and stop to watch

Even the abyss mage is looking at Bennett surprised 😭😭

◇

Congratulations!

Bro, an achievement pops up-

"Lucky Day!!!"

Its little description says, "As Teyvat's God, you give the unluckiest person in Teyvat the luckiest day ever!"

💀

Bennett just sits down on the ground.

♤

(Same Benny because, this is where I lost it all, guys. All of that writing. Gone. Forever. I'm putting this here as both a gravestone for it, and a call out to tumblr. I'm not afraid of this website or its shitty admins, meet me in my dms for a real fight you fucks 🥊🥋🧍‍♂️you took what mattered to me, I'll take what matters to you, you god awful programmers. 🥲😐)

♤

And it just keeps happening like that for the rest of the day you guys are together.

Every chest Benny opens are way higher quality than they should be

Especially for him.

(also u have gotten so comfy from before when u were playing Genshin that u r physically struggling not to call him Benny, so when u do accidentally call him that, u try to apologize politely, but he just talks about finally having a nickname so giddy that u just stick with Benny, what a cutie)

Common chests, Razor/Fischl gets what u expect, you personally maybe get a little extra materials and money,

But Benny?

He opens a common chest and suddenly it's a secret Precious chest

The pyro boy honestly looks a little afraid

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You guys have a picnic later on for lunch together, partially bc Razor rlly wanted them to try ur food !! :D

Fischl and Benny were drooling over garlic salt, jesus- Teyvat's been deprived-

The blanket u used was a custom one u got made for Razor for his bday awhile back, all diff shades of purple and some silver wolf puppies and pawprints on it, 10/10 vv cute he loves it :)

(and also showed it off to his friends, Benny in particular looks smitten by it..)

◇

Fischl eventually gets herded by Oz back to Mondstadt bc of their parents wanting them back by dinner,

So u Razor and Benny r left to wander around :]

As u guys explore and get chests and talk,

U all begin to gather ingredients for dinner (not that u dont have an inventory but the boys dont wanna cut into ur supplies, the sweethearts)

... Benny slowly starts to find and accumulate foodstuffs

Those Phileano? mushrooms (the white toasty looking ones that r always on roofs or windmills?)

He finds at eye level on nearly any building u come across.

Crabs?

Benny currently has his shirt turned into a basket trying to contain them, and more are flocking to him lol

Snap dragons? Calla lilies?? Even violetgrass, those purple horsetails, lotus heads, and a few qingqin from Liyue somehow make it into his bag 💀

The real question to ask at this point is, when wasn't Bennett lucky today??

(wow never thought youd hear that one)

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So its a few weeks later, and Benny is like spending, every day with yall now lol

Ur getting dinner ready for u guys, and ur hopefully gonna make enough to leave leftovers for Lupical and Andrius,

So Razor has gone off to get some water to boil,

And Benny is climbing this huge tree to reach some eggs

And as he gets farther and farther up the tree away from you, he starts to slip more often 😬

Finally as he reaches the top, u realize after weeks without even a trip from him whenever hes around yall, why he wasnt unlucky-

...the closer he is to you, the luckier he is, and the farther Benny is-

He steps on a dead branch and it snaps :0 !!

Just as he falls, he screams and yells,

"DAD!!"

U push together some thick bushes and vines to catch him luckily

(lord knows u couldnt have caught him no matter how light he is, rip benny)

..Benny is okay, but he does go red in the face, and when u ask if he wants u to get one of his dads from the guild to check him over/make him feel better?

He says quickly "NO THANKS!"

Then Razor comes back like, "You call Lupical dad now?"

Benny: "What? No!"

You: "Do u see me as a, father figure, Bennett?"

Benny: "NO- more like I see u as a BOTHER figure bc ur always BOTHERING ME-"

Lol anyways jk

what a cutie tho,

(Ur Creator vibes made him feel vv at home in a way he hasnt felt before, so u got the honors early <3)

so ur a Dad™️ now (regardless of ur gender btw)

hope u like having a pack of puppies, a wolf spirit god, a wild wolf raised boy, and another wild but adventurer guild raised boy as ur family now 🤷‍♂️

Congratz U R THE FATHER LMAO

♧

You may or may not have also gotten onto Benny for charging straight into battle at other times, bc hes so used to bad luck happening anyway, apparently its canon he will just run in???

(to the point Grand Master VARKAS commented on it??!!)

U were pissed, bonked his head and everything-

He looked sufficiently chastised, but when u originally found out Fischl and Razor were nearby,

And u just hear snickering behind u as u bop him

(U bop them later too for that lol)

◇

Benny is also very good at treating injuries bc of this too apparantly,

So one time when you Razor and him were engaging with a couple hilichurls again on the way to Windrise,

Benny applied pyro, and bc u were standing father away than usual (there was an archer earlier u were dodging)

His bad luck crept in and when Razor went to charge up his wolf spirit electro ult-

...everyone went flying back.

...Including Benny and Razor 💀

You heard a really sick pop!

From Benny's shoulder :(

You quickly start pullin out the healing foods lol shove a fishstick in his mouth screaming IT HEALS like a crazed grandparent lmao

But Benny has already sighed and sat up, popping his arm back into place

🤢🤮

You^

While u do praise his healing??? skills,

U have found out thru him that apparently ur food also gives some pain killer effects

So u scold him and bop him on the head with some dango 🍡

For not waiting on u to help him lol

Which btw-

Any healing food u give him, he treats like the bandages many others give him, like Barbara, Katheryne, his guild dads, etc.

And holds onto them, rarely eating them

(Ur stuff preserves until needed bc its magical Creator powers surprise, surprise)

Benny feels like its a tangible piece of your care he can keep with him <3 sobs

"Well, since you're by my side, I guess I'm not that unlucky after all!"

proud of you son :')

♤

Ok so youve been getting Razor and u furnishings right

And youve been asking him what he wants to add to the caves digs ! :]

(U made a more fortified "front door" to the cave entrance, its also not that deep of a cave so there r only like 3 other "rooms" besides the main entrance area)

U improved both of u guys beds (tho razor will crash urs if he has a nightmare)

Along with some new outfits for him!

And so he has requested some stuff, but as time goes on,

Slowly, Razor goes from telling Benny about what new thing u added or telling his friend abt what he wants for the cave/himself,

To asking Benny what he wants bc he stays over so often 😭

(Youve gotten Benny factored into ur finances now lol, u gave him new clothes, new gear, amenities, etc. It also helps him bc he doesnt rlly have a main caretaker, so if he needs money he has to take commissions, which can be dangerous to him alone bc if u dont know, Benny's Adventuring Team only has him as the single member of it, plus thats not good if he is too sick or too injured to work, so a 2nd source of lowkey income is good for him <3 )

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U now have a coffee table as the dinner table (razor was used to sitting on the ground to eat so a high table felt weird to him)

And it has a few pillow chair thingys?

For you, Razor, Benny, and a guest aw 💘

Benny also originally wanted to help make smth for u guys as a house warming gift

but bc he would try to work on it away from ur influence, it would break everytime :(

Eventually u just coninvced the poor kid to help u pick out some nice rugs and stuff lol

He also has surprisingly good interior design tastes, huh, who knew?

(cough when benny stays over he usually stays in razors bed, but occasionally theyre both lonely had nightmares and ask to crash with u, i love these kids sm cough)

♧

Recently youve been visiting Benny in town even w/o Razor sometimes (rare as it is lol)

Mostly bc it seems like he needs the attention too <3

U gotta make sure hes eating real food okay

U dont want him to end up like u in ur world where u ate snacks for dinner when u were his age...

And Benny gets super hype about it every time, hes grabbing u by the arm, hauling u around to talk to ppl etc.

(Did i mention ur one of the few or not at all ppl who he can freely hold onto no matter the weather/situation bc his bad luck doesnt happen to you?? Oh no??? Well there u go :)

Most notably, to talk to the other Guild Dads™️

They deadass lowkey postured at you for an hour at you before giving in bc u seemed to be the only good luck charm the kid's ever gotten in his entire life 😭

They also r rlly happy someone is able to bc of his rlly bad luck willing to look out for him when they cant :)

♡

For his birthday, you guys all celebrated by doing a picnic again like when u first met them, and you made him a cake

Benny's face rlly said " :'D !! "

Later on, for presents, you got him a blanket matching Razor's !!

Shades of red, with some good luck symbols thruout to maybe make up for when ur not there, and puppies all over <3

And at the top, you yourself embroidered (attempted, so its kinda sloppy but still readable, its endearing you like to think)

"Benny's Adventure Team"

With your name, Razor, Fischl, and even Oz and Andrius lol, all embroidered (not by u bc u stabbed urself enough times making the title thx) as team members down below 👍

You also show him a copy of the book record Katheryne keeps of adventuring teams, telling him that you snuck into Mondstadt one day w/o him knowing and officially signed you guys together (the others agreed too ofc)

...

...Benny cried, straight up.

And just like held onto you for bascially the rest of the day ❤️

♡

MY HEART FOR MY BOYS FOREVER

♡

(you also may or may not have signed the corner with "love, dad" haha what)

♡

☆

I just want y'all to know.

I had like this whole thing ready to post.

Then tumblr decided it didn't like any of my writing, and deleted half of this post.

U probably saw the spot i marked where i lost it all :'/

I think it took an hour? Or at least 30 minutes to write.

Guess tumblr didn't like that I was adding so much in one go.

So now it's gone.

Doin smth ballsy bc in order to avoid that, ive just rewritten that lost half, and am just going to post it straight up rather than expecting it to save my draft 🥲

Those beautiful moments between Bennett and us, are gone forever. My memory isn't good enough to rewrite it all. ;-;

If you don't mind, I'll be crying somewhere over those lost Benny moments that I drafted on here and can no longer remember to add.

I guess that's tumblr's cruel way of telling me to go the extra mile and draft my bullshit on a literal Google Doc then come back here and deal with the formatting transition hell.

Thanks tumblr.

Appreciate the writing advice.

💔

(Fischl Voice) TIS I, WATERS OF THE SKY, IN THE NIGHT I SHINE UPON THEE, OH MOST HEAVENLY OF DIVINE BEINGS, FEAST YOUR EYES UPON MY OFFERINGS TO THINE BELOW!! COME ONE, COME ALL, FIND MY LABRYNTH'S RULES, AND REJOICE IF YE FIND THE TREASURE WITHIN!

(Oz translation: hey its aquarius here! I hope you gods enjoyed my writing! Feel free to check out my Masterpost/Writing Rules List if you guys ever wanna request something, including non-Sagau/Isekai stuff! :] )

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

(^^^^

Hey not sure if yall will see this, but while this does have influences of Sagau/Isekai genshin, its still pretty just platonic genshin stuff, so let me know if thats not what u wanna be tagged for - just dm me!!)

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team7-headquarter · 1 year

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Really the reason Team Minato and Team Kakashi couldn't be all alive at the same time it's because the sheer intensity of their love and loyalty would overwhelm Konoha and they'd all explode.

Kakashi is probably the more sane. The rest are all in a competition of who can sacrifice themselves in the most tragic way and Kakashi is like why you keep doing this to me why you want to die so bad why can you wait a fucking minute and think of a solution where everyone walks away intact.

Naruto is second on this rank through plot armor and because he does believe everyone can make it out alive and still succeed in their missions. So he sacrifices himself but that's 'cause he's not dying, you get me? Yet he's first in love and loyalty. No explanation needed, go read the manga.

In third there's Minato, who sacrificed himself once but it was dramatic enough to balance it out. Being a martyr comes with being hokage AND the father of the protagonist, but yeah he died, third place. Plus his love for the village and for his family will never not be famous TwT

There's Rin??? It was not her fault or first choice but she is the token girl of being a martyr in this manga :( damn Kishimoto took her down like holy mary and I know she'd have sacrifice herself in other contexts, so yeah :(( really, it's so hard being a girl and a secondary character. She loved so much her team and she was so gentle and :(((((((

Listen, Sakura's count on tries of self-sacrificing is absurd and she knew more than once that she wasn't making it out alive. like, who fucked up this girl so bad she decided to use herself as a human shield? She would take her friends burden and explode herself with it if she knew that'd set them free— that's why she needed plot armor, 'cause Team 7 would not outlive her death. They'd snap.

Finally, the award to the most martyrs to ever martyr from these teams go toooooo:

The Uchihas.

Put on this Earth to suffer, powered by trauma. The plot chew and spit them multiple times 'til you couldn't recognize them— truly Uchiha style. There are worst cases? Yes. Itachi self-sacrificing sense would rival Jesus Christ and he kinda got it from Shisui, so... And well, Mikoto and Fugaku just sat there waiting for Itachi to kill them like what the fuck man. Love CAN be a curse.

Still, Obito is the original. He wins this miserable game with Sasuke a close second.

Obito died once gave THE speech that haunted the whole manga gave his eye to his bestie came back saw the girl he loved get killed by his bestie and went to sacrifice himself AGAIN becoming Madara's puppet. Only to get his sanity back in the middle of the war and sacrifice himself this time for good. His love and lost almost destroyed the shinobi world for good.

Sasuke has what is for me the most agonizing scream in the anime. That kid didn't deserve to be so badly manipulated and thrown around and be manipulated again and then be told it was all in his mind and he was crazy because he wanted to be crazy. I don't want to talk much because I fear Boruto with my life (can't trust it) but he is alive and and his marriage with Sakura only makes it worst 'cause they'd sacrifice themselves together for the village and then Naruto would try to do the same shit. Anyway, Sasuke's love is huge and he's the second protagonist of Naruto for a reason

#Team Minato #Team kakashi #Team 7 #naruto uzumaki #Kakashi hatake #Rin Nohara #sakura haruno #Obito uchiha #Sasuke uchiha #naruto

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wishfulwithwine · 2 years

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Twin Flames : Chapter Five

Eris Vanserra x Archeron Sister Reader

“You are a peace and a flame, you steady me and stir me all at once” - butterflies rising

“I don’t want to just love you. I want our souls to merge and burn brighter than any star found in this universe” - Lola Lawrence

The youngest Archeron sister, loved and protected by all her sisters and the Inner Circle, is mated to the hated heir of the Autumn Court. Will they find peace, or burn in the flames?

Warnings: series will have cursing, smut, violence, ptsd, alcohol, and other possible triggers. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR. 18+ ONLY

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It was all a blur.

When Eris took me with him back to Autumn Court, I was more than grateful to finally be out of that meeting. After Feyre’s attack on Beron, the discussion about Feyre’s powers, and Nesta’s speech, my emotions were rattled. My mask was slipping, and we didn’t get alone soon, I’d start sobbing.

We arrived at what I assumed was the Autumn Court headquarters, the Forest House as Eris had described. This was where his parents lived, the Vanserra children grew up, and most official business took place. Whenever Beron stepped down, Eris would live there - and now I guess that would include me.

It looked very much like an old medieval castle from storybooks. It was gloomy and cold, no sense of warmth in the hallways.

As soon as we had gone back, however, Eris and I were separated and I was thrown into a room to get “ready” for my wedding. Eris’ mother, who had come to help with the arrangements and tailor, had informed me that Beron demanded the wedding be the next day, so everyone was in a rush to get everything ready.

The tailor had luckily had wedding dresses available and it would just need some alterations that he did magically to fit to my body. The end result was gorgeous, however, it was much grander than what I would have wanted for my wedding dress. Supposedly it was decided on by Beron. (Author’s note: the picture on top is how I pictured the dress, however you can picture it however you desire)

What I did have control over, however was the matter of the custom lingerie for the mating ceremony - which would only consist of Eris and myself, having myself feed him and the activities afterward. Eris’ mother had helped me bake the classic apple pie that had been in the Autumn Court’s ruling family forever. It was the dessert at all weddings, births, and mating ceremonies for the direct family. Only the daughters and wives knew how to make it.

The lingerie chosen was a completely sheer long sleeve dress of a single piece of gauze, with some embroidered leaves on it. It was beautiful, but I felt very revealing in the gown in front of the ladies, despite the undergarments underneath. The tailor was luckily a woman, and only the woman could help you, but they all had knowing smiles on their lips. When I would wear it for Eris, I would be nude underneath, but for the alterations I was wearing undergarments.

I spent the night before the wedding in separate rooms - Eris at his own house while I was kept in the castle, protected by guards to ensure my ‘purity’, anxiously awaiting the next day. There was a maester who had come to check my health during the day- ensuring my ‘innocence’ - and reported that I was as I said I was, completely virginal.

As I had gotten into bed, I felt utterly alone.

There was no comfort of my sisters or the Inner Circle of the Night Court around. I pulled on the mating bond to see if I could talk with Eris, as I did your best to get some sleep.

Hello beautiful, is everything ok? Eris responded almost instantly. He could feel my anxious emotions, and was worried.

Yes, just… feeling lonely and nervous about tomorrow. I replied honestly.

I’m sorry, little flame. I’m sorry I can’t be there with you right now and I’m sorry you’re away from your family. As soon as tomorrow is over though, we will have the rest of our lives together, Eris reminded, trying to flood the bond with happiness to warm my soul. I smiled, although he couldn’t see it.

I know, my love. I know. I just want it to be over so I can be in your arms. You make me feel safe I said, and I could feel his pride.

You make me the happiest man on the planet. I am so lucky to be your mate. Tomorrow, your husband. I can’t wait to call you my wife too, he responded. Do you like your dress?

It’s not bad. It’s nice, very pretty. Perfect for the High Lady of Autumn, I said.

You didn’t pick it out? It’s your wedding dress.

Your father picked it out, but I designed the mating dress. I think - I hope you love it, I said.

I’ll love whatever you wear, even if you wore a trash bag. I can’t believe father picked out your dress He said annoyed. I could feel the beginnings of flames of anger from him.

Eris, love, it’s fine. It’s perfect for the wedding ceremony for the role I’m supposed to be. I look like a Queen. It’s beautiful, it’s just a bit much for me. I told him, seemingly calming him.

What does your mating dress look like, my little flame He asked, switching topics. I giggled out loud.

It’s completely sheer, I teased.

My naughty little flame… can you show me? He asked.

It’ll be a surprise, my love, I said, giggling.

I’m going to devour you, my little flame. You should see how hard you’ve made me. I need to touch you, He groaned, sending me an image of his erect cock. I gasped audibly.

Oh Eris… You replied as you felt heat stirring in your core. Tomorrow is going to be such a long day.

Yes, and you will need the rest. Go to bed. I will see you, feel all of you, tomorrow, Eris said, throwing in the all of you comment to tease me some more. I rolled my eyes, trying to simmer down the flames.

I love you, Eris Vanserra, my mate I said, snuggling into my pillow.

I love you, Y/N Archeron, soon to be Vanserra, my mate. He replied.

The next morning, I was abruptly awaken by the maids, forcing me into the tub with oils to get ready for the big day. The oils smelled of vanilla, apples, and a woodsy flare, in comparison to the oils that were in Velaris. This smelled warm and cozy, and calmed me into a state of bliss, as the maids bathed me, washing my body and hair to make sure I was cleaned and well prepped for today. After I was dried, they situated me in a luxurious silk robe, brushing through my hair before styling it elegantly, and painting my face in glowing makeup. When I looked in the mirror, after I had put on the dress and veil, I felt like I hardly looked like myself. The maids had left me alone, to stare at the mirror in front of me, waiting for when someone would get me to go to the wedding. I felt my heart rate quicken, as everything about today hit me: I was here in Autumn Court essentially alone - no family or friends besides Eris, to mark the beginning of my life.

Rhys! I called out in my mind, hoping by some miracle he’d be able to hear me. I needed my sisters - I needed them to see me on my wedding day. I needed to hear their voices.

Y/N! Are you okay? Rhys asked worried.

No - I just, I feel alone. I’m getting married and I, I took a sigh, embarrassed at what I was thinking.

You want to talk to your sisters. I can relay a message for them, if you’d like. Feyre can’t do such long distances, but if you tell me, I can be a messenger He says, and I smile.

Show them what I look like. Tell them I love them, and I wish they were here. I just wish I could hear them, talk to them. I love Eris, I really do, but I just wish my family was here, I told him, trying not to cry and ruin the makeup the maids spent so long on.

You look beautiful, Y/N. Absolutely stunning. I’ll show your sisters now and tell you their response. He said, before I felt him leave my mind. I sighed, twirling a bit in the mirror, as I waited on my sister’s reply. It was a few moments later when I felt the familiar scratching on my mind. He showed me images of Feyre and Elaine crying, while Nesta stood stone faced, but the glimmer in her eyes showed her upset. It was like I was watching it through Rhys’ eyes.

“Tell her: My beautiful sister - you look like a princess. The princess of Autumn” Feyre had said, tears cascading down her face. “She looks so beautiful. I wish we were there” Elaine said, weeping. “Y/N, you look beautiful. I - I miss you dearly” Nesta said, looking away from Rhys after a moment.

Thank you Rhys. I can never repay you for what you have done for me and my family, I said, blinking my eyes, looking upwards to make the tears stop from falling. My heart felt fuller, now that they had seen me in my dress.

You are my family as well. If you need anything, I will do my best to be there Rhys said, and I could feel the honesty in his words. As I felt him leaving my mind, there was a knock on my door.

“Hello?” I asked, before the door opened to reveal Beron.

“Y/N, you look like a Queen” Beron said, shock evident on his face, as his eyes traveled my body and face. It felt creepy, having his stare linger, but I gave him a gracious smile, curtsying deeply.

“Thank you, my Lord” I replied, making sure to not look directly in his eyes again.

“I knew that dress would be perfect for you. You will come with me now and I will walk you down the aisle. Are you excited?” He asked, opening his elbow for me to take. I approached him cautiously, holding onto his elbow gently before he placed his other hand firmly on top of mine, holding me tight to his arm.

“Yes, my Lord. Very. It is an honor to be mated to your son” I said, quickening my steps to keep up with Beron. Similar to Eris, he was tall, and his strides were about two of mine.

“I am happy it is someone as beautiful, kind and pure as you. My son is very lucky. You seem like you will be a perfect wife, a beautiful feminine face for Autumn Court” He said, in his thoughts.

“Thank you, my Lord. That is very kind of you” I replied, doing my best to show my gratitude, and not have it sound fake. Beron looked down at me, and smirked, squeezing my hand.

“My son doesn’t deserve someone as perfect as you” He said, almost in a whisper, before we made it to the large doors leading outside, where the wedding ceremony was being held.

When the doors opened, and Beron guided me out, I was almost in shock over how many people were there. It was beautiful outside, with the reds and oranges of the leaves on the trees - a gorgeous forest altar. It was crowded, filled with no one that I knew - except for the handsome face of my mate staring solely at me. His face was emotionless, but I felt the pull and amazement over the bond.

I felt the weight of his stare - as well as everyone else’s - but I pushed through and did my best to not be emotional. Beron smirked down at me, before he handed me off near the altar to start the ceremony. Eris removed the veil from my face, as the priestess started talking, and to be honest, I wasn’t focused on anything she was saying. All I could think about was Eris, and the love that was flooding the bond from both sides.

You look beyond beautiful, my little flame. Eris said, as we both pretended to be listening to what the priestess was saying and doing.

You look so handsome, my love I replied.

“Now, please exchange rings” the priestess said, as two rings were brought forth to us.

“Do you, Eris Vanserra, Heir to the High Lord of Autumn, take Y/N Archeron to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The priestess asked, as Eris took the ring, a large emerald ring with diamonds and a gold band, covering at least a third of my finger’s length, and slid it onto my finger.

“I do” He said, looking directly into my eyes.

“Do you, Y/N Archeron, take Eris Vanserra, Heir to the High Lord of Autumn, to be your lawfully wedded wife?” She asked, as I took Eris’ ring, the gold thick band with another large emerald in the center. The emerald on my ring was larger, but his ring band was thicker.

“I do” I replied, and I couldn’t help the small smile that grew on my face as I looked up at Eris.

“Then I present, Lord and Lady Eris Vanserra. You may now kiss your bride” The priestess said, and Eris took my jaw in his hand, tilting it up with a little bit of force, kissing my mouth quickly, with some passion, before cutting off to face the crowds.

Smiling warmly at everyone, albeit a bit dazed from the kiss, I followed Eris down the aisle, my arm clutching his bicep as he led us down the path and back into the castle, where a reception ball would be held.

The reception would have dinner and dance, and then Eris and I would leave to go to his house to have our mating ceremony. The ballroom had been transformed to have pretty fairy lights and candles, creating a warm glow around everything. I held onto Eris tightly, as close as my dress skirt would allow me to be to his side, as everyone followed us in and took their seats at the tables.

Eris and I sat next to Beron, who was smiling at us. There was a line of people gathering to congratulate us on our wedding and mating. Many of them brought gifts, and my jaw was hurting from all the smiling. I simply sat there, nodding along, as Eris and Beron did most of the talking and communicating. It was all politics, as Eris would have a side commentary in our heads of who was who. I would probably need a refresher when we would all meet again, but for now, I was anxious to go to our home.

“Would you like to dance, my wife?” Eris said, when there was finally a lull. I smiled, taking his hand, and letting him lead me to the dance floor.

“Of course, husband” You replied, with a grin, as we went to the center of the dance floor.

Nesta had taught me everything I needed to know about dancing with men, how to seduce them on the dance floor. I didn’t necessarily need to seduce Eris, but this would be our first dance together in front of Autumn Court, and I felt like I needed to prove that I was worthy of being Eris’ mate.

A song changed, and Eris led me around the dance floor.

You’re an incredible dancer, my little flame Eris said, staring into my eyes, as we twirled around the dance floor.

This is simple, my love. If you want to dazzle… I hinted at, with a smirk raising on my lips as he mirrored my own smirk, moving a bit quicker and increased the level of difficulty with our dance.

The dance floor had emptied out besides us, leaving all the guests to watch the new couple in awe. They had heard about me briefly, the sister of the Cursebreaker, so innocent and demure. Now, they stared and realized how elegant and alluring I was, a true mate for Eris.

Beron stared, gazing at my silhouette - although I was so wrapped up in Eris that I was not paying attention. Numerous thoughts consumed his mind, and with disappointment he looked to his own wife, before back out to us.

When the song changed, he stood, making his way to us.

“May I have this dance, new daughter-in-law?” He asked, a grin, as he came to stand next to Eris. Eris tried to not visibly tense, but nodded, leaving my hand for Beron to take, Beron took my hand swiftly, going into the new dance as it began.

“You look breathtaking, my dear. You are an incredible dancer” Beron complimented, as he stared at me while we danced around the floor. The guests were all staring, and now that I wasn’t dancing in the ‘bubble’ with Eris, I paid more attention. Most seemed surprised at the High Lord’s actions.

“Thank you, my Lord” I responded, with a shy smile, as I kept up with his movements easily.

“You are very welcome. I cannot wait to learn more about you, after your mating honeymoon of course. I hope my son meets your expectations” Beron said, with a smirk. I didn’t know what quite to reply, but soon the dance ended and we headed back to our seats.

By the time Eris finally winnowed us to his house, I was strung out on nerves and anticipation.

“My love” He said, kissing me passionately as soon as we let our feet hit the ground in his house.

“Eris” I let out a whimper, holding him tightly, his mouth burning my lips with a tingly sensation.

A knock on the door broke us apart. Eris groaned, but went to the door. There were two maids, one carrying the pie I had made, and the other holding my dress.

“We’re here to help the Lady get ready, Sir” they said, looking at the ground, obediently.

“Thank you, please come in” I said, graciously, as they came inside and all but rushed me up the stairs to the bedroom bathroom to help get my dress off. The corset back need help being unlaced, and then the maids left quickly after they helped the veil and my hair flow naturally, knowing the lingerie dress I would not want anyone but Eris seeing that.

“Thank you” I heard Eris say from downstairs, before the front door closed.

I put on my dress, my heart all but beating out of my chest when I looked in the mirror. It was like nothing I would ever want to wear for anyone but myself - and now Eris. I was beyond worried that he would not like it, as I twirled to get a better angle in the mirror.

“My little flame, are you alright? I feel your worry” He said, through the bathroom door.

“I’m… fine. I’ll be out in a minute” I said, taking a deep breath before I opened the door to see Eris.

His face was one of shock.

He had changed out of his dress clothes to a pair of lounge pants and no shirt, sitting on the couch waiting for me.

“Oh Cauldron I am the luckiest man alive” Eris said, almost groaning as his eyes roamed every inch of my body with a heated gaze. My thighs clenched, shifting in my spot, a bit uneasy with his heated gaze. This was the most revealed I had ever been before a male since my father saw me when I was a baby.

It was like slow motion, as he got up off the couch and walked in front of me, his eyes never leaving my body.

“You are perfect” He said, when he got close enough to touch, dragging his finger tips up my arms softly.

“So are you, handsome” I said, reaching my hand out to touch his bare sculpted chest.

Eris was a masterpiece in my eyes - strong and large, his muscles tense and chiseled.

“I need to eat. Now” He said, his jaw tense. I blushed, before reluctantly walking over to the kitchen to warm up the apple pie as instructed by his mother.

“Sit down, please. I want to do this properly” I said, feeling Eris press himself to my back, feeling his erection hard and throbbing. He let out a breath of hot air by my ear, causing me to shiver, rubbing myself on his erection involuntarily.

“That would be wise so I don’t mount you before” He said, his voice sounding like he was struggling in pain. It was taking every drop of his self restraint to sit at the dining room table, watching his mate basically naked cooking for him. Cooking the mating meal for him.

He clenched his fist tightly, gazing over how perfect my ass was to him, and how he pictured how soft it would feel to squeeze it. How beautiful it would look with his red handprint, jiggling as he pummeled into me from behind.

The scent of arousal was thick in the air, by the time I set out the apple pie in front of him, with a fork. Reaching out with his arm, he pulled me onto his lap, my dress not allowing me to straddle him widely, but placing my core right on top of his member.

“This dress holds back nothing, my darling. I can feel how wet you are. I can see perky those perfect tits of yours” He said, dragging his hand down the front side of me, over my breasts and down to my hip, which he squeezed, holding down tightly, pushing my hips back a bit to grind against his erection.

“Eris, love, please eat” I said, biting my lip to stifle the moans that were threatening. He breathed heavily, nodding, before he took the fork I had laid out, and began digging into the pie.

“It tastes perfect, my little flame. I’m so proud of you” He said, as he saw that I was staring at him, nervously on how I made the pie. I smiled widely, excited, as he ate the pie as if he hadn’t ate in days. However, as he ate, he stared heatedly at me, making me squirm in anticipation as he ate the pie in such a seductive way I was getting more aroused.

As soon as the last bit of pie was at, he picked me up, there me over his shoulder and walked us up to his bedroom.

“Now, I get to devour what will be my favorite meal, you” He said, as he lay me down on the bed, before carefully taking my dress off, surprising me. “As much as I want to tear it off you, I love this dress, my little flame”

I giggled, before blushing when the dress was off and he gazed at me as if he was trying to redraw my image in his memory. I tried to cover myself, self conscious creeping into my mind, before he pinned my arms away.

“Do not dare try to cover up what I have been dreaming about ever since I met you. It is like blocking yourself from the world’s beauty. You are a work of art, my little flame” Eris said, before he started kissing and biting my body from my neck down my chest, before kneeling in front of my core.

Taking his sweet time, he planted soft, wet kisses from my ankle all the way to the apex of my thighs, as I squirmed with anticipation. I was about to beg him to do something, when he licked a slow stripe on my slit.

“Oh my little flame is so responsive. This pretty little pussy is all for me, and I can’t wait to devour you, make you sing all week little flame. This pussy of yours will be my best friend” Eris said, with fire glowing in his eyes, before he attached his lips to my clit, sucking and nibbling lightly. I gripped the sheets around me, my thighs trying to close around his head, but his broad shoulders were pushing them apart. Broken moans made their way through my lips, as Eris sucked on the sensitive bud, flicking his tongue on my clit as well pushing as deep as it could. I couldn’t help but roll my hips on his face, but soon his arm pushed my hips down to stabilize them, increasing the pressure in my core. He used his other hand to scissor his fingers inside of me, and it didn’t take long before pleasure flooded over my whole body.

I could vaguely hear the vulgar slurping of Eris drinking my juices, as I came down for the emotional high of seeing stars.

“You taste like heaven, absolute heaven” He groaned, still sucking as I became oversensitive to his mouth on me.

“Eris” I said, gaining his attention, as he looked at me. His pupils were blown, and his mouth had a sheen of the aftermath of my juices. He attached his lips to mine, before breaking apart and kissing down my jawline and neck. As he kissed and nipped at my neck, I moved my hands down, stroking his long cock and I smirked as I heard him let out a whimper, rutting into your hands to seek more pleasure

“Eris, my love” You moaned, when he aligned himself with your center, thrusting in slowly.

He broke his lips apart from your neck, so he could gaze at you, as you adjusted to his size.

“So good for me, my little flame. You’re so tight, only for me my mate. Mine” He said, before he finally reached his hilt, halting as he leaned up to see the juncture of him in between my thighs, seeing the mixture of my blood and juices, before looking at my face. I was breathing heavily, the pain slowly turning to pleasure.

“How do you feel, my little flame?” He asked, cupping my face with his palm, as he stared deeply into my eyes, holding onto his mind to make sure I had pleasure. I nodded, leaning up to kiss him, before I rolled my hips gently, the coil in my belly tightening.

“Cauldron, you feel like heaven. You are mine, and I’m going to fill you up with my seed, my little flame. We’re going to have so many little flames of our own. My little flame carrying my children” He grunted, as he took my movement to start thrusting into my core, kissing my cervix and making me wantonly moan. My back was arching off the bed, my nipples brushing his chest.

“So beautiful, I can’t wait till you are full with my children” Eris groaned, moaning in my ear as his thrusts became deeper and harder.

“Eris, my love” I moaned, the coil snapping and my cum soaked his pelvis.

“That’s it, so tight for me.., my little flame. Mine” He moaned, his hips snapping into mine before the stuttered, releasing his cum into me.

As he slowed down his thrusts, his panting grew shallower, as he locked eyes with me. Finally he stopped, but his cock remained inside of me.

“My little flame” Eris said, as the bond between us glowed and shimmered, locking in place. It was magical, a moment I wished to have painted - if only Eris and I were fully clothed.

“You’re so beautiful, and all mine” He said kissing my lips, holding me tightly to him.

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wilchur · 1 month

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2, 4, 5 and 10 of the past life asks for Ezra!

questions from: Dark Urge Asks: Past Life Edition

2. Did they keep anything from their old family and home? A memento or a skill perhaps?

From his first family, not really. Aside from the trauma at least. But since later in life he lived at a shrine that offered meals to the poor... he learned how to cook there and that knowledge stayed with him until Orin scooped it out. It's all he ever kept from before Bhaal.

4. Do they speak casually or do they try to adorn their speech with frills? Do they maybe even dare to curse?

Ezra speaks pretty formally even in casual settings, but the language he uses is pretty plain. Flowery language used to be reserved "for the pulpit", but his love for poetry does sometimes show in the way he talked outside of temple sermons. Most of the time as a way to express feelings he can't say aloud or to show off to/intimidate the person he is talking to. He almost never swears.

5. What was their relationship with Sceleritas like? Did they like their ever-adoring butler or did they try to run from the most wretched mother hen?

"Like" doesn't quite fit. At first he didn't care about Scleleritas at all, not enough to even dislike him. With time he may have not exactly grown fond of him as a person (...?), but he grew reliant on the butler being there for him no matter what. Ezra has a huge issue with needing to feel loved -- unconditionally -- and Sceleritas was the only one who never failed to provide that. Even when he failed himself or Bhaal, Sceleritas' support was unwavering. He was the dotting mother to Ezra's distanced teenage daughter.

10. Gortash seemed to have admired Durge, what did they do to deserve this admiration? Did they have any notable personality traits or did they impress him in some other way?

Before Ezra got his brains terribly scrambled he was Smart. Maybe not Gortash level smart, but just smart enough to keep up with him in a way most people couldn't. He was also a stone cold bitch -- calculated, ruthless, with a threatening aura of sheer power around him. While not by any means insignificant himself, I don't think Gortash was quite in the same league of influential as Ezra when they first met. Realising he was dealing with a lot more than just a crazed assassin must've been like Banite Catnip and as they got to know each other more and he realised just how similar they are, I guess that kind of sealed the deal for him. Because you can't convince me the admiration Gortash deals out is not at least a bit self-jerky in some way.

#past life durge ask game #ask game #bg3:ezra #the dark urge #bg3

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mejomonster · 1 year

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IM SCREAMING

Luo wenzhou truly loves him more than anyone is meant to. The way he just DOES THIS. Makes light of a crime confession, that's going to ruin their lives, put fei du on the side of his enemies he's meant to take down, and Luo Wenzhou? Like always? In the end, picks fei du. Even if it's the irrational decision. His heart is truly bottomless for fei du. He makes a joke of it like fei du is just an ordinary person not confessing grave sins, and then still Wants Him.

Fei Du do you realize you're given a miracle in human form? This is SO MUCH:

“There’s a very good explanation.” Fei Du, staring into his eyes, asked, “Do you want to hear it?”

Luo Wenzhou paused, then expressionlessly said, “Not really.”

But Fei Du seemed not to have heard. He kept talking. “Someone’s been pushing these cases in front of your eyes, leading you to investigate them, so that those people would be panicked and nearly reveal themselves over and over, forcing them to break off a body part each time, throwing out their ‘backers’ with immediate motives as shields. The number of backers can’t be that high, because there aren’t so many true psychopaths, and those with the financial resources to support them are as rare as unicorn horns and phoenix feathers. When those people had cut themselves down to a pitiful bare stalk out of self-preservation, they’d have to find another investor, for example…”

Luo Wenzhou coldly said, “Fei Du, shut up.”

“For example, me.” Fei Du turned a deaf ear on him. “For example, Fei Chengyu’s heir—me. I fit all the criteria. I should have been one of them before. It was only sheer chance, the fact that Fei Chengyu broke it off with them, that meant I didn’t receive that ‘sword.’ I thought of killing Fei Chengyu over and over. I definitely wouldn’t care about any ‘enmity for the killing of your father.’ And I succeeded in working my way into the City Bureau, using my position to investigate the truth about the old Picture Album Project, deceiving…”

Luo Wenzhou hit the table, but he couldn’t interrupt Fei Du’s speech.

“In fact, they’ve already made veiled attempts to contact me. I’ve ignored them because I didn’t want to seem to know too much of the inside story, but if Wei Zhanhong gets in trouble this time, too, then they’ll likely be under attack from all quarters, urgently needing new funds. They’ll have to kneel and beg me for alms. I’ll have a chance to snap their wings, turn the parasitic beast into my personal watchdog. That’s what Fei Chengyu wanted to do but couldn’t accomplish…”

This time Luo Wenzhou was thoroughly frightened. He immediately stood up. “They’ve contacted you? When did this happen? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Fei Du’s level brows rose gently. “…maybe I wasn’t ready to give myself up yet?”

“Bull…” The curse came to Luo Wenzhou’s lips, and he forced it back. He lowered his head and looked at Fei Du, leaning against the table, and suddenly realized that if today’s “unexpected incident” hadn’t occurred, Fei Du may have concealed this forever. If those people had come to see him, he would have gone along with it, gone into the abyss without help or connections.

Fei Du pretended to be an idle son of the wealthy, pretended to lead a life of luxury and dissipation, pretended to have a powerful desire for control. He’d sniped at the Zhou Clan first thing after Zhou Junmao’s death, heartlessly wallowing in the feast of money—he also wore a “beast in human clothing” disguise. The beast in human clothing naturally had to be a gentleman, had to be urbane, had to be extremely patient, elegant and graceful. He’d made himself seem callous and powerful, up to anything.

But in the end, a beast in human clothing was only a beast. However much skill there was, it was still only on the surface. Any sudden change would require deliberation. Which beast would be as unassailable as he was, able to carry the human disguise to the point of keeping company with the babbling village woman Wang Xiujuan and the ignorant little girl Chechen?

Luo Wenzhou remembered the night of Zhou Junmao’s car crash. He thought that rather than making enormous profits short selling Zhou Clan stock, Fei Du in fact would have liked to go home and sleep.

He was clearly a person who could be perfectly satisfied with a bowl of lean pork congee and a plate of salted vegetables on a winter’s night. Give him a cup of coffee and some trivial documents to arrange, and he could tranquilly while away a whole day in the corner of the office—where was his desire to go into the abyss and contend with fierce beasts for power and money?

Luo Wenzhou had suddenly turned silent; faint unease instantly rose in Fei Du’s heart.

“Because this crowd exists, all these years, you’ve felt that you couldn’t escape Fei Chengyu, right?” Luo Wenzhou spoke very calmly. “So you’d rather throw yourself in, become one of them, control them, tear them up by the roots.—If you failed, you might die without an intact corpse like Zheng Kaifeng. If you succeeded, it wasn’t as though you were a planted agent. When the time came, you would go to prison along with them. Have you thought about that?”

Fei Du forced a smile. “I…”

“You aren’t stupid, of course you’ve thought it through clearly,” Luo Wenzhou said. “But whether you died or spent the rest of your life in prison, you thought that would be pretty good, right? At least you’d be free, unencumbered. There’d be nothing to worry about.”

Because if you couldn’t be free, it was better to die.

Luo Wenzhou propped his hand on the edge of the table behind him. “Why are you willing to reveal everything to me now, letting your plans fall through on the verge of success? Is your conscience pricking you?”

Fei Du involuntarily backed up.

“Bah, you don’t have any such thing as a conscience,” Luo Wenzhou said. “You looked at me and thought, ‘Fuck, such a handsome man is confessing his love to me, crying and wailing about wanting to be with me, what am I doing still thinking of dying or going to prison?’ Besides, you have to get a regulation haircut if you go to prison, do you know—”

Fei Du was speechless.

“Since you were even willing to lay out your evil heart and rotten lungs for me, it means you were asking me to pull you out. I pulled, and you dodged and struggled again.” Luo Wenzhou hit Fei Du’s forehead with his palm. “What’s your problem? Are you testing my strength?”

Fei Du seemed like Luo Yiguo leaping onto the dining table and being knocked off with a chopstick; somewhat dazed, he let Luo Wenzhou smack him.

“You always used to make me mad. Whenever I was in a bad mood then, you were always the person I imagined—imagined taking a burlap sack and taking you to a little alley for a beating. But there was a time later when the whole crowd of us went to play around at Tao Ran’s house and accidentally knocked a crack in a brick in the wall. Tao Ran was renting, and the landlord was a problem. If he saw it, he’d definitely make a fuss. Only Tao Ran didn’t say anything at the time, and we didn’t take notice, not expecting that you, a half-grown child, would run around the building materials markets, find a brick that was exactly the same, get a set of tools from who knows where, and spend half a day taking out the old brick and swapping in the new one. I went to have a look afterwards, and the job was pretty well done. I thought then that while you perennially needed a spanking, you could also sometimes be pretty lovable, and if you ever went wrong, it really would be regrettable.”

Luo Wenzhou’s voice was getting quieter and quieter. In the end it was almost a whisper. “So I was always very severe towards you. There was no one else I got so exasperated being around… But that day at the City Bureau, you’d obviously come with that crowd of drinking buddies to make trouble, but in the end you stayed to accompany He Zhongyi’s mother. And I suddenly thought that, actually, even if I wasn’t minding you, wasn’t criticizing you every day, you still wouldn’t go wrong. I never thought that if I gave our interactions a drop of color, you’d run away and set up a dying vat with it, start pestering me all day with no thought for the consequences. Never mind fooling me into giving you my body, you even dared to fool me into giving you my feelings.

“You asshole.” Luo Wenzhou repeatedly jabbed Fei Du’s chest with one finger. “You actually do care for me, you didn’t have any other ideas before, and now you want to stay with me. Do you dare to admit it?”

Fei Du froze under his attentive gaze for three seconds. Then he snatched his jabbing paw and instantly pressed Luo Wenzhou against the little dining table, stopping his mouth with biting force.

#silent reading #lb #zhoudu #ITS THEM ITS THEIR DYNAMIC IN ALL ITS FUCKING GLORY

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marcusmettalus · 2 years

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Where Land and Myth Tread.

Part 3

(Continued from here)

Ostia Haldus coughed violently as she staggered off the elevator platform, gripping with one hand onto a convenient guard railing as she tried to clear out her lungs. The other elevator passengers were giving the outlander woman a wide berth as they made their way down the platform towards the various arrival terminals surrounding the Space Elevator.

Grand Dame Noémie Durand of Karseille was letting the Imperial guest go through their coughing fit in peace, the air here on Midgård was quite different in comparison to the smog choked Hive Cities that many Imperial were accustomed to, or the factory choked Forge Worlds. Midgård was the capital world of the Kingdom, the seat of power for not only the Riksdag but also High King Surtr.

"Frakk, urgh,, I feel like I might spew in a minute. What kind of machine spirit cursed contraption was that? You said it was an elevator, not a bloody dropper. My heart and stomach just swapped places!" Ostia glares at her supposedly benevolent guide during this trip to Midgård, and now she felt like Noémie was actively trying to make her sick or something.

"Oh do not be so dramatic, it is an elevator for all intents and purposes. It rather jarring for all people when they first take I assure you. The ride up to the space port is much more comfortable I dare say however. Now Ostia cheri, let's keep moving so we don't block traffic. Allonz, Allonz." Noémie hooks an arm with Ostia's free arm, helping the Scion back upright and making their way down the walkways to arrivals.

Ostia grumbled some more under her breath while using the back of her hand to rub off anything from her mouth, giving a short glare at Noémie's very nonchalant approach to everything in life. It's already been one heck of a joy-ride these past few months, and if the galaxy had anything to say about this, it was that the ride was not going to calm down anytime soon. No matter what came round the next bend, it was almost something either a pleasant surprise or a serious head-turner.

Ostia still recalled when Noémie did a tour of the various Knights the various Dynasties of Karseille had in their hold, before getting the real surprise of witnessing the Knight called Dominion move on its own volition and even spoke. Though calling it actual human speech is another thing, the substance and tone was there in its words regardless.

"There should be a little time before we are truly required to make our appearance with the Ambassadors and the High King, so we can take in some sights here within the Capitol. Surely you would like to see something of their unique culture and faith? You are clearly more open minded in comparison to those frankly uncouth Inquisitive types,," Noémie rattles on some more, breaking Ostia out of her thoughts and now aware the duo had already made it through the arrival halls and toll gates. Ostia turned her gaze round to see what Noémie pointed out prior, before freezing in her tracks.

The city outskirts spread out across the valley before Ostia, and perched on the horizon were great edifices of stone and iron, towers and buttresses dotted along various monuments and constructs. Nowhere near the sheer scale of Imperial Hives or the like,, but the breadth of colors and materials mixed in the streets and boulevards, the clearly newer homes and skyscrapers being neighbors with centuries old brick mansions and malls. Ostia felt as if she was looking at an old relic tapestry from a bygone age, a mural depiction of what a civilization from before the Emperor or his like ever came to power. Locked in a time before Imperial modernisation and culture shifts.

On Imperial worlds and stations, one was always reminded of the present wars across the Imperium: vox hailers and Ecclesiarchy priests crowing at the citizens, propaganda and recruitment billboards and vox-net, the flotilla of Imperial Navy patrolling to and from almost every port. But here,,

"Do they even know that there is war going on? Out there in the Galaxy?" Ostia finally spoke, her eyes following the miniatures of citizens milling through the avenues and workplaces. "They know. Every single one of them." Noémie nods solemnly, a more neutral tone in her voice this time as she senses Ostia's mood change.

"But,, this doesn't feel like one being affected by the war. It's almost,, idyllic, calming even. Is this really the capitol?" Ostia still held onto Noémie's for a bit longer as she looked across the expanse of the city. Broad roads of cobblestones, foot bridges of wood and steel crossing over streets and canals, heaving open-air markets dotted through the districts.

"In the eyes of Midgårds people, yes. Kalmaholm was never meant to become a metropolis, but with Surtr's reign and the love of his new people,, it went through changes to accommodate the new center of a growing power." Noémie sighs gently under her breath, a softer gaze across her face as Ostia tries to spot where the High King may have his Palace or such like.

"Grand Dame Durand! What a welcome sight on your return." Ostia and Noémie turned to find the owner of the new voice, and spot the approaching men. Ostia has another heart skip however,, the man in question addressing her guide was not only huge, but had clearly visible neuro-ports dotted along his bared forearms and under his vest collar. Was he an Astartes?

"Ah! Löjtnant Lukas Tøva, so good to see you in warm health. And so well groomed as always, I must compliment you Midgårdians on your spring outfits." Noémie quickly releases her guest and regales Lukas with praise. If Ostia didn't know any better, she might have guessed the Dame was interested in the guy.

This Tøva character stood tall over Noémie and Ostia, easily half a head above R'tan in height though the main difference was his build. A broader chest and shoulders, with an overall heftier stocky appearance than the usual Astartes chiseled image that Imperial Propaganda would have one imagine. Tøva was clad in simple clothing of a dyed leather vest with a long sleeved linen tunic beneath, thicker weave trousers and what appeared to be rubber-soled slippers or shoes. The only thing which made Tøva distinct from his attendets was the metal badge pinned to his vest, with the seal of office he held.

"Hahaha you flatter me Grand Dame. I trust your journey here was without trouble? And I was informed you had brought guests however, ones that were not formally announced till you had already traversed The Veil." Tøva changed his tone while addressing Noémie, while his eyes turned to focus onto Ostia some meters behind.

The hairs on the back of her neck immediately stood on end, breath catching a scant moment when Tøva's eyes locked onto Ostia's. She always felt the gaze from an Astartes was cold or distant, but with R'tan it was vastly different, those held warmth, mirth and tender care. Tova's was something else entirely.

It felt as though Ostia was staring down the barrel of a bolter, having caught the attention of some apex predator in the bushland and locking eyes with them. The eyes were amber jewels beneath the trimmed brow, glinting sharply with calculating intent and precision. Ostia needed to reach for her weapon, her bolt pistol, something in hopes to get those eyes off of her. Now.

"Löjtnant Lukas, please be at ease. No need to scare my friend like so, she is a representative of House Haldus from the Imperium! Her House are allies of mine in this conflict with the enemy. Our, Enemy." Noémie firmly jabs the Astartes in the chest with an scolding finger, not enough to jostle the man but plenty enough to break his gaze with Ostia and scowl a little at Noémie.

Ostia felt her lungs open up again, her sudden tension and axienty melt away just as quickly they were forced onto her. Not exactly the most heartwarming of greetings she has had on a new world, but it wasn't the worst welcome she's had either. Her time here on Midgård is going to be eventful she thought while she cursed under her breath.

"Groxshit,,"

(Ostia Haldus belongs to of course @rowscara!)

#wh40k #guardians of asgård #rp #au #warhammer 40k #Kingdom of Midgård #Karseille #Noémie Durand #Ostia Haldus #Warhammer #Drabble #Ostia #Noémie #Lukas Tøva #Part 3 #Where Land and Myth Tread

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shiiikigami · 1 year

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TOGE INUMAKI KNY/DS VERSE INFORMATION :

SUMMARY : inumaki can't remember why he became a demon, or the life he had before, but he doesn't mind that. he's truly content with his life as it is as a fairly powerful demon who aims to be in the upper ranks. although he is silent and reserved, he is devious and protective of those he gives his loyalty to. he is deeply eager to please muzan-san and due to his dedication and skill he is rising in favor with him. he does not speak often, as every word he speaks is a weapon. he prefers to communicate in action and body language. there are a few words he CAN say that cause no harm, and he does use them sparingly only with those he chooses.

BLOOD DEMON ART : commanding speech - every single word he speaks has the power to command humans and demons alike. he can direct it to a single person of his choosing, or a wide group. the more powerful the word or intention, the harder it is to control. additionally, it causes damage to his throat - though he heals from this, the more severe the damage the longer it takes before he can recover and use another command.

FIGHTING STYLE : preferring to have battlefield control, inumaki keeps distant and prefers to fight unseen from hidden places. he often uses his blood demon art solely when fighting a demon slayer, and occasionally when feeding on humans. he has a simple fighting style for close combat, leaning on being a smaller, more agile opponent over sheer force or physical power. it's through his blood demon art that he puts all his attack into. he is happy to be support for a higher level demon when requested.

APPEARANCE : a pale boy with hair the color of moonlight, his eyes are a shade of lavender, which sport snake-like pupils. in threads where he manages to become a lower moon, the pupils are the usual kanji. the snake eyes and fangs markings on his mouth are a shade of purple, not black. his fangs are more prominent than other demons, and his arms are covered in white snake scales with fingers that end in black claw-like nails. he wears a navy blue kimono with white snake scale embroidery features across the torso, and lavender accents.

CROSSOVER NOTES : taking inumaki out of JJK and placing him into KNY/DS was a little interesting. given his cursed technique, it made less sense for him to be a demon slayer than a demon. although we're used to seeing him as a "hero" character, in truth he's just deeply loyal to those on the same side as him. so, in this crossover, he has that same big heart and the need to protect those he cares for - but that is reserved for demon-kind. in this crossover, he does not speak in ingredients, though he does have some words he can say. he chooses to be seen rather than heard.

#inumaki : kny verse info

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fulcrarocksblog · 2 years

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Twisting and turning the meaning or message of everything the Lord Jesus Christ had said to suit personal interests is blasphemy of God the Holy Spirit with the sheer absence of the Fear of the LORD. Many who misuse His Holy name in this regard will not escape punishment. We see too many of them all over the world. They bring shame to the Name of the LORD while bringing 'glory' to themselves on this earth. What difference there is with those who belong to this world? The present heaven and earth is going to be destroyed in the end. That's what is written in the whole Bible. Are we also going to be destroyed like them? The choice to get destroyed or not is always left to us. Like Cain, the decision to get destroyed forever was left to him with a fore-warning before he decided to murder Abel, his own brother. What was he not happy about? Abel had GOD's favor, he didn't. Bitter envy is from the sinful nature of the Devil in us. We must put it to death. It was bitter envy that killed the Lord Jesus Christ on the cross at Calvary. The chief priests and the Romans were filled with bitter envy therefore, they plotted the murder of the Lord Jesus Christ. What the 'chief priests' did not realize is that they had decided to fight against the greatest Force, Power and Principality revealed to man. It didn't appear that way physically, so they took a chance of intimidation, false accusations, evil and forceful interrogations, bribery and corrupt-behavioural speech, wicked complotting of the highest level and also, unrestraint and justified-in-public- eyes physical abuse.

The end result of all these wasn't visible to the human eyes and that was, their eternal destruction. Later, the apostle Paul and the other apostles of the Lord Jesus Christ taught about this and warned others not to follow in their footsteps. What they warned about emphatically was that, as beilevers of the Lord Jesus Christ, we should never take the side of evildoers for any selfish reason, like Judas Iscariot. We see many doing this, just to survive on earth with no persecutions. At all costs, we should never put ourselves in a compromising situation where we call what is good as bad and vice versa, what is bad as something good. That's the greatest disservice one can do to our faith in Christ our Lord. Is being materialistic good? Is it biblical to be materialistic? Is being greedy good? Greed is bad for human beings. It will backfire on those who seek greed. Being contented is wise decision. The sinful nature of the Devil in man when practiced, will bring its curses with it. What more if you promote such sinful living like gambling, arrogance, drunkenness, violence, extravagance, strife, jealousy bitter envy of one another, murder, rivalry, greed and more greed, lust and lack of self-control just because you have the money and the means above the rest. You may have the influential help of like-minded people as you but you surely will never have the help of GOD to save you from your waywardness until you humbly admit you need Him in your life to free you from the sinful nature of the Devil in you. Your skin color won't save you. Only GOD can save you from destruction. Especially, eternal destruction!

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Would you ever write for Toge from jjk? I think him using his cursed speech to forcefully control you would be super interesting

Sorry for anon I’m kind of shy, I love your blog though!

Yeah, I definitely intend to write for Toge! I already have a few ideas and requests for him that I just need to get to. His cursed speech just has so much yandere lewd potential to ignore 👀

#mari muses #I almost put quirk instead of cursed speech oops lmao #but yeah #like the sheer power of his cursed speech #so much yandere potential #just the ability to reduce reader into a quivering mess whether she wants it or not #forbid her from ever leaving him #and he treats her so well why would she ever run anyway

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dreamkidddream · 2 years

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Snake Eyes || Naga!Inumaki

I am so READY for this movie to drop y’all don’t understand‼️‼️ also sorry this took so long- I had writers block and a rough week and just wanted something fluffy 🤧 Reader is gender neutral!

Dream’s Spooktober 2021

You always found yourself admiring Toge.

From his captivating orbs that shimmered like new jewels to his iridescent tail that couldn’t help but change colors in the light of the sun, he’s beautiful. A part of you felt like he knew it too and always tried to show off to impress you (and it worked every single time, especially when he curled his tail around you while he sunbathed, his scales never failing to catch your eye). And the intricate markings surrounding his own lips has always caught your attention, and you couldn’t help but trace over them each night before you slept. If you listened hard enough, you could hear him hissing softly, his forked tongue coming out and lightly flicking at your palm.

No one would ever believe the descendent of the almighty Inumaki clan would be so needy.

Always following you with his swarm of snakes (you dubbed them his miniature fan club), feeding you, keeping you warm, genuinely looking out for you- it was treatment that you weren’t expecting, but one you eventually welcomed.

You don’t remember much after you fell into the lake, the events being a blur in your mind and just giving you a headache every time you try to think about it. But you do remember his violet irises gazing at you in concern, the frown on his face prominent along with his family seal. The Inumaki seal, the one belong to their clan that you spent so many nights sleepless studying on. To believe that they’re real, that the descendant of one is leaning right over you, both had you in awe and terrified.

But all he did was show you compassion. He became a companion to you when he didn’t have to.

He didn’t let the sheer power of his ability stop him from communicating, only uttering the names of the food he would eat (it did catch you off guard when he kept repeating salmon) and gesturing with his hands. You had a good thing going. If you ignored the slitted eyes, sharp fangs and his large tail that was longer than your entire body, he was pretty much normal.

He was a welcomed distraction, more than a breath of fresh air that nature itself can offer.

And he found you to be the same for him.

He was so used to living a life of solitude, only being surrounded by the wildlife and the loyal serpents of the forest, but then you came into his life and made him realize that he doesn’t have to be alone like he thought.

But you would have to go back eventually, right? Which meant leaving him. Which caused him pain that he has never experienced in his lifetime.

The more you talked about your friends, the tighter Toge’s tail would curl around you at night. The more you talk about your old- your home, he would try to divert your attention on him elsewhere (he actually tossed you in the lake once; he still hasn’t let you live that down the squeal you let out). If you even mentioned the word leave, he would tense up and feel like his heart is physically breaking in two and he doesn’t know how to stop it-

Is this what having a mate is like?

It was like everything finally made sense to him. The curiosity that started his interest in you turned into something more, and he couldn’t bare the thought of you leaving his life forever.

“Toge, what’s wrong?”

Your hand grasped his face so delicately, he couldn’t help but lean in. Face flushed, he lunged and held you in his arms. He was trembling, face hidden in the crook of your neck. “Toge? Hey, everything’s gonna be okay. Let me get my notebook so-“

“Don’t leave.”

Your body went numb, the effect of his curse causing your movements to be so stiff in holding him. Now you understood why he was so careful in limiting his speech, the result was instantaneous.

“Please…don’t leave me.”

You felt something wet trail down your neck. He was crying, shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back his sobs. “Toge- I won’t leave you, I promise.”

You don’t know what brought this on, and you’ll ask him about it later, but for know you’ll just be there for him like you’ve been doing and like you’ll continue to do no matter what. Why would he think you would abandon him? As much as he’s done for you and the fact that you’ve been pretty much living with him, you couldn’t imagine leaving him now. He’s been the first face you wake up and fall asleep too, and you don’t want that to change.

He brought his face out, and your thumbs wiped at his cheeks, bringing your lips to peck at his seal. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

#jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #inumaki x reader #toge x reader #toge inumaki x reader #jjk inumaki #jjk reader insert #naga x reader #naga x human #dream’s spooktober 2021 🎃

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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Wei Wuxian comes back from the Burial Mounds with the inability to lie. Somehow it seems to be a curse inflicted by Suibian- Sandu?- who is not amused by wwx's decision to just give his core away.

Thank you! <3

“You cannot do this to me,” Wei Wuxian hissed at his sword.

His sword did not respond.

This was not a surprise, since it was a sword, and yet Wei Wuxian was convinced that Suibian was to blame for his current dilemma. After all, what else could explain such a very specific issue tied directly to his golden core other than the only other thing he had allowed a direct tie into it?

Besides, everyone knew that spiritual weapons were temperamental, in need of careful care and consideration, and Wei Wuxian had, well, more or less done the one thing that meant he was going to have to give up using Suibian. It made sense that Suibian would be angry enough to curse him.

Also, when Jiang Cheng had handed him Suibian and their hands had been on it at the same moment, the sword – Wei Wuxian would swear – had very briefly vibrated, as if in response to a command.

And ever since then…

Well.

Listen, it’d be one thing if he walked out of the Burial Mounds without the ability to lie, okay? A weird churning compulsion to tell the truth, originating deep in his belly right where his golden core had once been before he’d given it up...yes, it would make sense. It would be – weird, incredibly so, but it wasn’t like his particular brand of demonic cultivation had much precedent, what with all the other variations involving a great deal more murdering people to harvest their power. Not to mention the whole idea of cultivating post-golden core; that wasn’t exactly something that had happened many times before!

So that would have made sense. Since it was new, it was reasonable that there would be side effects, even bizarre side effects.

It was not reasonable that the side effect in question – the inability to lie – had an area of impact that tied directly into the presence of one Jiang Cheng.

No Jiang Cheng? Wei Wuxian could be as free with the truth as he liked.

Jiang Cheng somewhere in the vicinity but not immediately present? He started tripping up on it. Strange restrictions appeared on his tongue, choking him; there seemed to be no logical sense to them or to the way they wove in and out of his speech, presumably depending on where Jiang Cheng was standing at any given moment. Why some exaggerations were acceptable while others were considered untruths and thus forbidden, Wei Wuxian had yet to figure out.

Jiang Cheng standing beside him?

It was time for Wei Wuxian to keep his mouth shut because every word that passed through his lips had to be weighed and found truthful as if he were standing before the judges of the dead.

That was all bad enough, of course, but recently even omissions had started burning at his lips, and that was just very much not on.

“It’s for his own good,” he argued, pleading, beseeching. “You can’t make me tell him. He would only be hurt if he knew!”

Suibian did not respond.

It was, after all, just a sword.

Even if it was currently behaving more like a backstabbing dagger.

(Nie Huaisang would have said that the sword wasn’t acting like anything at all.

Wei Wuxian had circuitously brought up the issue to him on one of his rare visits to the safe back line, reasoning out of sheer desperation that Nie Huaisang was the only person he knew that was gullible enough that he could tell the whole story to him without risking him figuring out the entire thing.

Nie Huaisang had laughed long and hard at it – Wei Wuxian couldn’t really blame him, since he’d claimed it was a story he’d seen in a play and if it had been happening in a play he would’ve found it funny, too – and then said that the playwright had missed the obvious answer: that it wasn’t the sword at all.

What could it be other than the sword, Wei Wuxian had asked.

It’s all in his mind, Nie Huaisang had said. He feels guilty, so he’s doing it to himself, and he’s blaming the sword because it’s the only other thing that he feels guilty towards. What else could it be?)

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng called, and Wei Wuxian grimaced, hastily hiding Suibian away so that he could pretend to have forgotten it back at camp - so that no one would ask him to use it. He’d apologize to it later. “Are you ready to go?”

“Physically yes, emotionally no,” Wei Wuxian called back, and heard Jiang Cheng snort like a pig with amusement – at least someone was getting something out of this, and no, he wasn’t counting Nie Huaisang.

He didn’t especially want to go, didn’t want to have to be constantly on mental alert to make sure he didn’t blurt out something stupid and life-destroying, but what could he do about it? In the end, he went.

Jiang Cheng looped an arm over his shoulder. “More Wen sect to kill,” he said, briefly looking tough and serious and even, dare Wei Wuxian think it, manly, and then promptly ruined it by smirking at him with exactly the same sort of dumb face he’d used that one time they'd planned on slipping dye into the water Uncle Jiang used to use to wash his hair. “Emotionally ready for that?”

“Comparatively speaking, yes,” Wei Wuxian said.

Jiang Cheng shook his head. “I’m not going to ask what’s going on with you, because if you wanted me to know, you’d tell me,” he said, demonstrating surprising maturity, and possibly also the receipt of advice from the crumpled letter he’d shoved away half-hidden; Wei Wuxian wondered who Jiang Cheng was corresponding with that would dare give him advice like that. “But – you’ll tell me eventually, right?”

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian said impatiently, and then blinked, surprised at himself.

If he’d said it, here with Jiang Cheng so close, then it must be the truth.

He would tell him.

Maybe not immediately, but – eventually.

When he’d agreed to the golden core transfer, did all those things to keep the secret from Jiang Cheng, to make sure he didn’t know, he’d thought he’d take the secret to his grave. He wanted to. He still thought it would only hurt Jiang Cheng to know what he’d done – Jiang Cheng would take it all the wrong ways, doubt himself, blame himself, hurt himself, when all Wei Wuxian wanted was for him to be happy and healthy.

But – Suibian or no Suibian – he couldn’t lie right now.

And if he couldn’t…eventually, one day, Jiang Cheng would ask.

Something would happen.

He’d find out.

If he did it in an unguarded moment - when Wei Wuxian was drunk, perhaps, or over-tired after battle, or punch-drunk after a close encounter - that would be the worst possible thing. He wouldn’t be able to plan out how to phrase it or how to couch it or how to reassure him; it would be nothing but betrayed looks all the way down and Jiang Cheng storming away and all attendant disasters. He’d have to quit the Jiang sect and go live on a mountain out of sheer shame, and that sounded awful even if he could probably con one of those quiet-loves-solitude types like Lan Wangji into joining him.

And so the only thing to do was…

“Hey, Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian said. Attempt the impossible. “After the battle today, can we – talk?”

“Of course,” Jiang Cheng said, brightening up like the sunrise. “Any time.”

#mdzs #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #my fic #my fics #beefleef

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sullina · 2 years

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Welp, I accidentally wrote an entire fic for the reversed curses au.

Mels first mission and the first time he got so drunk he got a hangover! Enjoy!

When Mel becomes a teenager, he quickly gains a lot of power, and gets a little full of himself. To counteract that, Baltra gives him a mission to take out a beast... somewhere in the kingdom. It’s been bothering a certain village for a while and needed to be dealt with.

Meliodas is stoked, but for totally-not-babysitting reasons, Baltra ONLY lets him go with Gilthunder, Howzer, and Griamor. The trio and Mel have been close friends for years and get along well, plus the trio is not just strong (though not as strong as Mel) but also know to go about things in a strategic way. Mel tends to just plow through a fight with sheer power. “Everything dies if you hit it hard enough often enough, this strategy could never fail!” - Meliodas. And the thing is: it hasn’t. Yet.

So anyway, the four of them get to the village where Mel, new sword at the ready, is already looking for the monster. The reason the sword is new is because Baltra gifted him one specifically for this mission (which may or may not also be Mels first mission ever). Baltra would be a madman if he let Mel run around with a sword inside the castle though.

Gil pulls the over eager prince, who’s looking the monster in a fucking barrel, out of said barrel and facepalms. “Mel, we have to investigate first. This monster has evaded many knights, so it must have some degree of intelligence.” “But I don’t WANNA investigate! I wanna FIGHT!”

If Gil wasn’t using one of his two hands to hold Mel, he would have facepalmed again.

Howzer and Griamor were busy catching up, because fuck, Mel is fucking fast. The only reason Gil can keep up is because of his lightning powers. That’s literally the only reason.

“You can’t fight something you can’t find”, Gil explained to Mel, a very simple concept actually. Mel sighed and crossed his arms. “Fine, I guess you’re right.” He looked at Howzer and Griamor who were struggling to breathe. “So how do you do that?” With Mel calmer and paying attention, it was now Gil who sighed, but in relief.

So they ask around, observe the damage, and eventually find the monster. They can see it from afar, and Meliodas wants to storm in and take it out right away. Before he can though, Griamor manages encase him with his Wall ability. “Meliodas, you can’t just rely on your raw strength in every battle!” Gil scolds him. “Sure I can, it hasn’t failed me yet!” Mel replies, voice echoing off the purple walls and no less enthusiastic than a second ago. Meanwhile Howzer, who was getting a good look at the thing from the skies, returns and gives them the info that the monster is very heavily armed. “Not even you could break through, Mel.” “I haven’t even tried.” “And you won’t get to until we have a strategy”, Gilthunder decided. “If you only ever rely on your strength, you won’t know what to do when it fails you some day.” “Stars, you’re starting to sound like Hendi and Dreyfus.” “Do not insult my father, Meliodas.” Griamor warned him. Meliodas put his hands up. “Relax, I wasn’t.” “Good.”

So after Mels strength failing him because of the beasts heavy armor, then the four of them using strategy to defeat it, Mel having a realization about how strength apparently isn’t everything and the troublesome trio facepalming in unison, they dragged the monster back to the village to reassure them that it’s dead and gone and won’t cause any more trouble.

The villagers gather, and the mayor steps forward. “In the name of Vanya and all its citizens, I thank you, Holy Knights.”

While Gil, the leader of their little group, holds a little speech about how it’s their duty and honor to protect them, Mel has another realization.

As soon as Gil is done, Mel jumps on him, grabbing him by his collar, and yells. “WE’RE IN VANYA???“ “I- yes?” “Why didn’t anybody tell me???” “You didn’t know?” “This is the home of the most appraised ale in the entire kingdom! Why haven’t I had a sip yet???” “You’re too young for alcohol and you know that, Mel.”

The mayor sent them home with a few barrels of Vanya Ale and the body of the monster because Mel wanted to keep it. “It’s the monster of my first mission! I have to keep it!”

When the rested for the night, they were all exhausted. Not just from the monster fight, but also from watching the wagon like a hawk from Mel, even though he was busy carrying the monster. The others helped him, but still, it’s a big monster.

So when they started a campfire and settled down for the night, they neglected to watch the ale for a few minutes, and when Mel was nowhere to be found...

The three faces drained of color. “Oh no.”

They stormed to the cart where they found Mel slumped against a sealed barrel with an open one by his side and a tankard (where did he even get that from?) full of the precious ale in his hand. “ It’s -hic- really good”, Mel slurred, raising his mug. “Have you guys tried this?” Oh yeah, he was drunk to hell. Howzer was the first to approach him. “Mel, how much did you drink?” “Not... too -hic- much...” Griamor studied the barrel. “It’s half empty.” Howzer carefully took the tankard from him and handed it to Gil while Griamor took the half empty barrel to try and reseal it in some way. “How are you feeling, Mel?” “Pretty hot. Is it always this -hic- hot at night?” “Gods, you’re burning up!” “I’m -hic- fine!”

“Why don’t you come with me?” Howzer picked him up and carried him to the nearby stream, Gil followed. With the gentle swing of Howzers step, the warmth in his stomach and the alcohol in his system, Mel almost fell asleep. “Howzer... how do you know how to handle him like this?” Gil asked. “You weren’t... sneaking him anything, were you?” Howzer sighed. “I was.” “Howzer!” “Just a little! He wanted a taste and somehow convinced me to get him some. But I never gave him this much!” Gil sighed. “We were all careless. I should have known he would do this when he freaked out back at the village.” “Hey, it’s okay. He’s sneaky. Very sneaky.”

They got some water into Mel, cooled him down a little and got back to the campsite where Griamor was waiting for them, having already prepared everyones sleeping stuff.

Mel was already asleep clinging to Gil, who carried him on the way back. He was also clinging to Howzer with one hand, and wouldn’t let go of either of them, so they had no choice but to sleep next to each other. As they laid down to sleep, Gil whispered to the sleeping prince. “Mel, I love you like a brother. But if you throw up on me, I will punch you.”

The next day arrived, and everyone was awoken by a loud groan. “OOOHHHH, MY HEEAAAAD!” Meliodas was bent down low with his head in his hands. “It huuuurts, why does it hurt so muuuuuchhh!” “That, my dear friend, is called a hangover”, Howzer informed him. “It happens when you drink too much.” “But I didn’t! I had like four drinks or so!” Meliodas protested. “I never get hangovers!” Gil picked him up to soothingly rub his back. “You drank half a barrel, Mel.” “I’m... pretty sure I didn’t.” “You did. Now let’s get you some water, it helps.”

By the time they were back in the capital, Mel was good as new. Veronica and Margaret were waiting at the gates for their brother to embrace him and ask him how it went. He showed off the big monster to them that he was really proud of, and they all made their way to the castle. Baltra was alerted of Meliodas coming home and instead of waiting patiently, he couldn’t wait to hear all about his first mission. He was definitely impressed when he saw the monster. Not only did they defeat it, but also haul it all the way back here. “I really did learn a lot, father. I can’t always rely on just my strength.” Baltra ruffled his hair. “That’s right!” “Gee, Mel, you’re starting to sound like Hendi and Dreyfus!” Gil teased. “Oh shut up!” Mel playfully punched him, but laughed along anyways.

#nnt #nnt fic #reversed curses au #meliodas #howzer #gilthunder #griamor

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45percenterthen · 3 years

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Belated bday fic for bearer of cursed fruit facts @seraphlm and thee plant dad cas truther @cactuscas !! Love u guys v much, happy bday <3 (ao3 link here)

“Fuck’s a horoscope again? It’s like, stars and shit, right?”

He bumps Cas’ elbow, who’s squinting at one of his fern-looking-things like he’s experimenting with horticultural telepathy. The saga of the fern-thing has been turbulent, to say the least. It’s wilting a bit, leaves curling in on themselves like tiny fists. Cas has spent the past few days carting it from one window ledge to another, muttering to himself about humidity levels with a familiar air of irritated devotion. Dean reckons the whole underground bunker situation probably isn’t helping. It’s well travelled, though, for a plant. Dean thinks it should be more grateful.

Cas nods, releasing a leaf with a sigh and sitting down next to Jack. “Indeed. Stars and shit.”

Jack’s engrossed in some magazine, finger tracing the words as he reads. Cas reaches for the edge of the page to hold it taut for him, and Dean can practically see his other hand itching for his phone. Diagnosis time for the fern-thing. Dean’s never seen a favorites bar so wholly taken up by gardening websites. Dean’s pretty sure the definition of true love is pausing Die Hard to read an article about potting soil drainage.

“Do you want to hear yours, Dean? It’s for this week.”

“Sure, kiddo.” To be honest, Dean thinks the concept of fate can very much, actually, go fuck itself. Jack looks delighted though, so he keeps it to himself. He stirs a bit of extra butter into the eggs because that’s the way Jack likes them, dutifully not looking at Cas to avoid a depressing conversation about his cholesterol levels.

“Oh! It says you’re lucky this week, Dean!”

“Awesome, bud! Time to stock up on the scratch cards, eh?”

Sam chooses that moment to come lumbering in. The state of his hair suggests a sleepless night, or that a recent localized hurricane that targeted his bedroom only.

“Hi Sam! We’re reading horoscopes. Dean’s an Aquarius.”

“Oh, cool.” Eileen had been delayed on a salt and burn with some of the new-hunter-network people. Sam looks suitably mopey about it, forlorn housewife that he is. “Mercury’s in marmalade, and all that.”

“Aquarius is ruled by Uranus,” Jack continues, and Sam instantly chokes. On air, apparently. Bastard.

“One more time, Jack? Dean’s ruled by his –”

“You’re a child, Samantha.” Dean looks around for the nearest something-painful-not-fatal to throw at him. Plant’s a no. Instant divorce. He glances at the eggs, but decides he doesn’t want to spend his morning getting egg yolk outta the tile grouting.

“Dude, oh my – I should’ve just checked your horoscope,” Sam walks over to the fridge, catching the Mary Berry’s Baking Bible that Jody sent them for Christmas in mid-air. “Would’ve saved us a talk.”

“Eat your pineapple and shut up, man.”

“Did you know that pineapples are technically berries?” Jack says. Dean wonders if Cas introduced him to WebMD-for-plants. Or maybe this is just a side effect of being The New God on the block. Berry omniscience. “Well. The outside bit is. Bananas are berries too.”

“That’s weird,” Sam closes the fridge door. Stares into his bowl like he’s offended. Dean’s offended Sam eats nothing but fruit in the morning. “After the heaven rebuild. You should, like, fix berries.”

Jack turns to Cas solemnly. “Should I fix berries?”

“Perhaps you should concentrate on heaven, first. Then we can see about berries.”

“I don’t want to ruin the fabric of our established universe,” Jack says, and Dean’s struck, once again, with the sudden realisation that he’s making eggs for the most powerful entity in Creation. Mondays, man.

“I don’t think Chuck had any such purity of intent in mind,” Cas says darkly, pouring more milk into God’s glass for strong bones and teeth, and yeah, Dean’s pretty keen to steer Cas away from that particular line of conversation.

“Hey, what’s Cas’ horo-whatever?” He takes the eggs off the heat and walks over to the table, leaning over to see what the hell magazine this is, actually. Looks Rowena-y. Is the Queen of Hell sending his son-God care packages? That’s one way to establish diplomatic relations.

He rests his hands on Cas’ shoulders, stroking his thumbs at the neckline of his t-shirt when he feels tension. He decides against pressing a kiss to Cas’s hair. Just ‘cause he’s with a dude now, doesn’t mean he’s gonna be all gay about it. Cas’ left hand comes up to cover his own. Their rings clink.

“Cas doesn’t have a birthday, though.” Jack frowns at the page slightly, apparently looking for the section on fallen angel anomalies.

“Then we’ll have to pick one –” Dean starts, just as Cas says, “September eighteenth.”

Cas tips his head back against Dean’s chest, peers up at him. He’s got dried toothpaste at the corner of his mouth. Dean grins stupidly at his upside-down face. “September eighteenth, yeah.” Something swoops in his chest. Cas is earnest, and it’s unbearable. He loves at full volume, and Dean’s as grateful as he is undeserving. He squeezes Cas’ shoulder. Tradition, and all that.

Jack taps the page. “It says you’re a Virgo, Cas!”

They’re still staring at each other as Jack starts reading aloud. Dean brushes hair off Cas’ forehead and thinks, for once, he’s landed himself the permanent kind of happy. Dean’s pretty sure he’s loved him for years and years, quietly, achingly.

There’s the sound of cutlery against ceramic, and Dean looks up to check Sammy’s not weeping into his fruit bowl out of sheer girlish pride or whatever. He’d made it six words into his best man speech before the waterworks. Dean’s never letting him live it down.

⁂

“So,” Dean says later, after Sam’s gone to collect Eileen from town, and Jack’s off on heavenly refurb duty. “My lucky week, huh?”

Dean circles his arms round Cas’ midriff. Lets his chin rest on his shoulder, because he can, and also to check Cas isn’t half-assing the washing up.

“Apparently so.”

Dean hums. It’s funny. They’re married. And yet moments like these, the big ones, still manage to make him a bit nervous. It’s stupid. He’s hardly gonna say no. But Dean supposes they’ve never managed to get anything in the right order. Two deathbed confessions amidst a decade of friendship. An ‘I love you too’ echoing off brick in an empty room. Two kids co-parented before they even kissed, and they were already living together when they started dating. Someone get Nicholas Sparks on the phone.

“Perfect week to put an offer down on a house then, right? That one on the lake?”

Cas drops a fork into the bubbles. He turns his head to reply and Dean takes it as an opportunity to kiss what’s within reach. The smile lines around his eye, his temple greying with the proof that Cas loves him. He’s all in. Dean is too, terrifyingly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, dude.” Dean nods at the fern guy. “Your plants would appreciate the sunlight, right? And there’s a room for Jack.”

Cas spins in his arms, leaning against the sink to look Dean in the eye. Dean grabs at his soapy palm, intertwining their fingers, confident in his sappiness when no one’s watching.

“I know I always say Sammy didn’t make the most of his college experience, but dorming in my forties isn’t exactly what I meant –”

“You’ll miss him, though.”

“Of course, man. Lived with Sam my whole life. But,” Dean relinquishes the hand to cup Cas’ face, “I kinda wanna do my own thing now. With you. So, move in with me, Mr. Winchester? Somewhere… overground?”

It’s so off-your-feet sweepingly romantic Dean feels like he deserves a medal. Maybe this is their karmic justice after the proposal debacle.

Cas is smiling at him, soft and sweet. “Okay, Dean.” He puts wet hands around his waist and Dean doesn’t even care that it’s seeping through his t-shirt. “Lake house it is.”

Dean leans in, kisses him three times in response. He lingers on the last one, smiling against Cas’ mouth. Cas knows what he means.

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #zoesarahbday #deancas fic #bro I will shoehorn zoe’s cursed pineapple knowledge into this fic if it kills me #my writing

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shewhowillnotbenamed1 · 3 years

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I wanted to get this ‘Valentine’s Day’ piece out, even though it’s massively, supremely late. 😭It’s part of a longer piece (because I couldn’t stop writing it😶) and I’m still not sure whether or not it’s not terrible.😖

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This couldn't be right.

Damian almost did a double take, his cool smirk withering when he glanced up, transfixed by the sleek storefront at the cross streets where he stood. Why on earth would Raven be in a place like this?

The building towered above the tottering sea of gray, black and blue below. And the mannequins in the display lorded over their dominion, propped loftily on their perches, arms and legs of impractical proportions, stilted at absurd angles.

And why would she summon him here?

His trousers began to buzz audibly and the shifting crowd of passersby jostled him closer to the glass. Damian delivered the faceless caricatures of the female form a final foreboding glare, before he reached down to free the device vibrating in his pocket. New Message. Raven. Apparently, it was urgent. He tapped the speech bubble icon with a fingertip and his jaw went slack.

I Need You.

The three words seemed etched into the surface of the screen. And they were more than enough to get him to take a deep breath and grasp the curved door handle, his jaw set, and wingtips marching determinedly onward.

The atmosphere inside the store was even more unexpected than the outside. When translated, the pounding music and low lighting read as more nightclub than boutique. It was completely impractical in Damian's view—how could anyone locate a price tag, let alone see the item they were intending to purchase? Although, after a few minutes of skulking around in the dark, he could see how the implementation of such a design was advantageous. With stealthiness like his, he wasn't in danger of being accosted by overly helpful employees hungry for commissions, before he located the heading of a dramatic script that read Dressing Rooms, and turned underneath it.

Down the row each stall had a flood light stationed above it, but only one appeared to be presently occupied: the corner room at the farthest end of the hall. And as he got closer he noticed it also appeared to be the largest. Damian glanced behind him and rapped on the door with a knuckle. And just as he began to wonder if he'd needed some sort of special knock or password prepared, the lock glowed black and unlatched itself.

"I'm here." The door creaked open and the floor groaned under his solid weight. Damian turned swiftly to shut it, growing steadily concerned.

"So what is it? What's the—big emergency..." He started, but his tongue began to feel heavy and leaden inside his rapidly drying mouth. And his eardrums began to beat violently until they matched the thumping of his maddened heart.

Red.

Blood red.

Burning. Blinding. Blazing.

In the carpet, the walls, the curtains, the chandelier.

It was everywhere—even in the deafening pounding hammering away at his head.

Thundering images suspended before him, going in and out of focus. They were searing his eyes, blearing his vision. In sinful shapes marred over pale flesh, it was red repeating over and over. Criss-crossing crimson. Damian had to dig his fingernails into his palms to ground himself with the tangibility of a familiar sensation.

And suddenly he realized that all the times before were incomparable, this was what it meant to be blindsided by a breath-taking blow. This was what it meant to receive a rush of blood to the head…

…or a rush of blood to the—

"I'm glad you came so quickly."

And the silhouette of Raven turned where she sat on a velvet ottoman, leaning forward in a way that was guaranteed to diffuse away the rest of his brain's processing ability. It was all he could do not to goggle at her like some cartoon character. Tawdry and tactless. Damian inwardly cursed the merciless Goddess above as he took in the cleavage created by cups, a series of straps and bows and elastic and he didn't know what. Only that he shouldn't have been so disarmed by it—by Raven's breasts pushed up to high-heaven. Like they weren't perky enough or distracting enough in their usual sheath of simple black cotton.

His wide emerald eyes strayed downward in spite of themselves and onto shapely, stocking clad legs folded one over the other, with a lace-up heel tapping out the bass of the synth pop bleeding into the background. Raven slid to her feet seamlessly, swaying slightly to the song. She took a single step, allowing the shadows to part for her as she did so.

There was a muted click, clack, click of her heels on the carpet as she drew near. He'd never seen her in stilettos, and he stared at them through slits.

Gods, they had to be four inches at least. Their impressive height only seemed to serve to make her look even more powerful. Just about as powerful as the force rooting him to the spot.

The deep panging in Damian's chest carried on, a racehorse charging from the starting gate, galloping faster and faster, as she grew closer and closer.

Suddenly he'd become aware of the fact that it was far too warm in here for the dead of winter. Or was it simply that Raven radiated such an intense heat?

Most definitely the latter.

The garnet colored lace gracing Raven's skin was a perfect match to her chakra stone. The semi-sheer fabric of her bra offered up a playful glimpse of the darker skin of her nipples beneath. When his gaze wound down her tapering waist, it appeared that the lack of opaqueness carried over to the front of her panties. He could just make out a little shadow—a promise laying underneath a tempting, well-kept diamond shape in plum wine. And last, but certainly not least were the thigh highs trimmed by garnet lacings and affixed to a red and black garter.

Damian's throat had somehow gone even drier. He tried to swallow with great difficulty, then tugged at his turtleneck for a reprieve.

However, there would be no such alleviation for his trousers.

"There's no emergency, Damian..." Raven assured him with a tilt of her head, lilac tendrils skating across a valley between pale peaks. "You'll have to forgive me, but I had to get you here. I had to know..." She paused, folding her arms as she prepared to pose a question to him. "Tell me... what do you think...of my outfit?"

Damian froze, fingers mid-tug and blinked several times as if he'd been struck dumb.

What?

That wasn't...

There was no way...

Was that a serious request?

She was being facetious—she had to be. It was the only explanation, unless Raven was somehow messing with his mind and Damian sincerely doubted that. But how could she ask him this with such bold-faced sincerity? Even if the wooden arch behind her housed a funhouse mirror and had been reflecting distorted proportions back at her. Or was there actually some warped reality in which they weren't looking at the same picture?

Although...

If he could muster up a voice to speak he would have asked, what outfit?

Lackadaisically, she trailed a hand down her body, tugging at the cups spilled over with supple skin. "The bra—do you like the pattern?" Raven traced the gorge between the swell of her breasts. "It's tulle and...French lace," she confirmed, squeezing the scant, semi-sheer embroidery molded to her chest. And Damian grimaced as though in physical pain.

"No?" she assessed, seemingly marking off boxes on a mental checklist. Raven smoothed her hands over her hips for a moment, appearing to be lost in thought. She paced slowly, revolving a full three-hundred and sixty degrees to pause with her back to him.

"And what about..." She swept a purple curtain over the nape of her neck to glance over her shoulder and he saw—of all things—a bow below the dimples on her back, nestled into the heart-shaped curve of her ass. "My panties...?"

Damian gritted his teeth, though not before letting a sound escape, like a hiss coupled with a wince.

"Are these okay?" The soft profile of her lips pressed.

Gods, it was almost as if she were seeking to offer all of this up to him. And who needed to clarify anything when she was all wrapped up and presented? Covered in the finest cardstock wrappings in gold-flecked marble, then laced up with champagne silk ribbon to await her unravelling.

Though his own would be more likely.

Right now, he'd forsake all his names, both Wayne and Al Ghul to get her to stop. Stop slinking closer, stop speaking in that sweet, scratchy undertone, and stop directing his focus to her various attributes, more than it already was.

It would only make his growing pain more pronounced.

A pale hand dangled down and spread across a smooth, silken thigh. "My stockings, then?" Raven hummed.

Though, Damian didn't speak. He wasn't entirely certain he was still breathing. Somehow, he'd managed to remain motionless and drag his unwilling eyes toward the floor. All his carefully constructed control was necessary to keep himself calm and centered in this moment. He could do this—he had to do this. Otherwise, what was the point of all those long years of training he'd endured?

Shiny purple strands bobbed; she'd started to shake her head slowly at the stony silence from the stoic cashmere wall standing before her, as if she expected as much.

"I bet you're still wondering why I called you here." Damian heard her voice go up in the middle, which it did whenever she was apprehensive or unsure. "I wanted you here to find out what you like—exactly what you like." When he arrived, Raven was blushing a delicious pink, so by now it had to be a violent red. "I wanted to get it right because...you're the first person, or only person I've ever been intimate with in any world, dimension, or universe..." She lingered.

And once again, Damian said nothing, and she resumed speaking.

"I do know that this is something that one does traditionally." Raven paused to worry her already cherry-red bottom lip. "That couples do... Buying underwear for your significant other is supposed to be something special, particularly for this holiday."

He was a mountain, immobile, unwavering...

"Oh, I see..." Her mouth set into a line. "Perhaps, it's the fit—or is it the color...?" Raven's large amethyst eyes swept over the room and landed on her reflection. "I thought dark red was classic. I knew I shouldn't have listened to Donna. I should have gotten something in black." She dragged a distraught hand through dark purple. "It's too much...or maybe it's not enough..."

"Don't," Damian growled low. His inflection was level and gave nothing away. If Raven was surprised by the outburst, she didn't let on, instead she continued.

"I bet the old string of socialites shuffling in and out of the manor were never caught dead in skivvies that weren't Kiki de Montparnasse or at least Agent Provocateur. But this..." Raven lifted her chin toward the mirror. "It's not your taste though, is it?"

That was far more than enough.

Far more than he could stand to hear and far more than he could stand to bear.

When his eyes flew back to hers at last, they weren't steely anymore, they burned—whittling her retinas down like they were wicks on candlesticks. As if he were all but telling her he dared her to do that again, to say that again.

"It's okay. I'm glad I found out before I bought—"

"I said...don't." Damian placed his hands on her wrists and whisked her right up to his chest. And he closed his eyes. He skimmed his lips along the length of hers like it was something sacred, his mouth trembling as Raven muffled out a note denoting her surprise.

He murmured to her, "you're brilliant, deadly beautiful—an empath...and for some reason unbeknownst to me, I'm your blindspot." Damian sighed resolutely. "But Raven, can't you take pity on me? I'm still a man." One that had been barely keeping it together since he arrived, but... "And you're you, so..."

There was no way in any world, dimension, or universe that he could ever resist.

Purple eyes grew wider as he told her and lifted a finger to her chin. Then it was Damian turning the tables and tipping her mouth towards his own. And though he hungered for her, he took slow and sweet and gentle grazes. It was tortuous, but he should only have a little at a time. This was an excess of an impossibly decadent dessert, an indulgence he was undeserving of. It was like the power in his sub zero freezer had short-circuited and he had no choice but to guzzle down that buried pint of vanilla caramel gelato.

Though who could blame him for being greedy when he had all of this spread out before him? And when her ass in those panties even resembled two round, creamy spoonfuls.

To hell with it then.

Damian lunged, face forward, longing for more of her. In an instant, he was inhaling her pulse, intaking the scent of leather-bound books with aged pages and the nectar from plums she'd probably narrowly avoided dripping on them. He dipped his tongue along the hollow of her collarbone as if he sought to test this.

"Mmm, that's nice."

"Nice?" Damian scoffed, his eyes on hers. "That's not what I was going for. Surely you didn't wear this because you wanted me to be nice." At the present, he wanted nothing more than to rip the tiny pieces of lace into twos, but Raven had selected them specifically for him. So he would continue to be patient and continue to savor this.

Let the pieces of fabric hold up for as long as he could hold out.

"Wait a moment," Raven gasped, quickly clutching his arm. "So your present...?"

"Present? Tch..." Damian's lip curled under his front teeth and he let out a piercing click. "If you're seriously considering getting me a present..." His palms glided down her chest and he gathered a scoop of softness in either hand. "Then these are perfect," he whispered in her ear.

And then Damian's mouth pushed back into hers and he was kissing her in ways that would make it impossible to return this lingerie after trying it on. He nipped urgently to gain entrance to her castle, then trapped her lip between his teeth like it was a drawbridge, at last releasing her tongue to collide with his own. All the while, his thumbs were sliding over her nipples, which puckered and pointed at his touch. He pushed up the cups of her bra for better access, head inclined towards his goal, soon to be met by a full mouth.

Each brush of his lips on Raven's chest made her fingers clench further and further into his shirt like it was a life preserver, and she was in danger of losing herself to the depths.

And after all, wasn't this the answer that she'd wanted from this—that she needed from him?

A chance to lose herself.

To stand in a dressing room in his arms, moaning his name like a breathy spell, her body bending until her back was arched under the avid swipes of tongue. He tugged her nipples between his teeth and they reddened, their response a glowing rave.

Yes.

Raven's eyelids squeezed, her pink face contorting in pleasure while Damian enjoyed the full weight of her breasts in his hands. He continued polishing the plush, pink rings. Left then right—until they were glistening.

"Gods, Damian..." Raven groaned. "Just—"

Just as sudden, there was a wet noise, a slip of suction. Damian had released a rosy nipple, taking note of Raven's expression. Hungry and dazed, and all his doing. Whether unconsciously or not, she pressed her legs together, clenching them as she watched Damian slip off the left sleeve of his coat and let it crumple to the ground in a heap.

The glaze of her gaze, her diaphragm's continuous rise and fall, her fingers digging into his arm, she needed this.

So why deny her?

"Yes, these are beautiful..." He whispered as he admired his handiwork under the chandelier light. The way the red nips and bites were like Damian Wayne watermarks upon the pale flesh. "But perhaps..." Damian's hands glided freely down the small of her back, just over the hill of her ass and stroked the burgundy bow, like an X marking the spot. "This."

When Damian glanced down at Raven, she was barely biting back another mewl, and moving restlessly in his arms. "I wonder what would happen if I were to pull this bow... Raven what do you think?"

"Damian... We shouldn't..." Raven murmured, sounding somewhat apprehensive and holding the fabric at his back tightly.

"Yes, we should Raven," he rasped darkly. "Right now, I can't seem to think of a reason why not..."

"Well, there's the fact that we're in public—"

"Public," Damian repeated flatly. "What of it? The outside world ceased to exist the second I entered the door of my own little version of Narnia."

Raven's jaw had unhinged in unmasked shock and Damian supposed this was an instance to take her remaining breath away by kissing her. Yes, he'd walked through a door and suddenly he was laying eyes on his half-naked demoness dangerous in dark red. So clearly nothing else in creation mattered.

When he pulled away her lips opened and closed, while her eyes remained shut, like a thirsty traveler prematurely cut off from a longer drink. And even though it seemed her body knew the truth, a darker part of him wanted her to beg for it.

"But, that's not what I asked," he said with a hard smile that wasn't. Damian drummed a divot on her lower back. "I fear I've gotten ahead of myself again. Tell me about the bow, Raven. What happens if I pull it?" His hand jutted out, he made a motion with his fingers, in mimicry of it.

"Why ask when you know the answer?" Raven asked him, her brow rising shakily.

"I could have asked you the same earlier. But..."

"But?"

Raven bit her lip but made no motion to stop his hands from climbing onto the curve of her ass. He taunted her twice, by tugging lightly on the tulle, until at last... The bow in the back came loose, and her panties slid down her legs with ease. She secured one pale thigh tightly over the other to hide herself.

No bottoms and bra half-undone, she was nothing short of delicious.

Though that scrap of fabric had barely covered much of anything, so why bother to tease? Or hadn't that been the sole purpose of this outfit?

A devious smirk sidled onto Damian's face as he realized something: these were the exact kind of underwear that one put on simply to take off.

"I pulled the bow, Raven," he murmured almost mockingly. "Don't I at least get to see the rest of my present?"

She stared up at him through her soot colored lashes and slowly opened her thighs.

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