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unearthly-doting · 1 month

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finding their soulmate: genshin edition.

a/n: i haven't made a post here in a hot second and i honestly apologize about that lol. the motivation to write just hasn't been there but!! here's a small lil genshin post for now. i just spun a wheel to pick who i write but if u want me to write for some of the others then just lmk!!

includes: xiao, kaeya, kujou sara, albedo, tartaglia, and ayato.

warnings: mdni, yandere content, not edited, gn reader, kidnapping, forced relationships, arranged marriage, manipulation, reader injury in both kujou sara's, albedo's and tartaglia's parts, childe stabs you :peace sign:, canon is a very vague concept in my writing more often than not btw, this is kinda cringey </3, the yandere content in albedo's part is actually very mild bc i was restraining myself bc there was a lot i wanted to do w it.

XIAO — never really cared much about finding his soulmate. His entire existence was dedicated to protecting Liyue, even if the nation no longer needed his protection. Besides, with how long he's been around, he just assumed his soulmate was long dead and that he'd never meet them. Though, a small part of him wondered... what was his soulmate like?

And, almost as if the universe had been listening, he ends up meeting you. His soulmate. It wasn't a classic, romantic meeting. He didn't save your life or anything like that. You were just a traveler who decided to stay at the inn.

He didn't think much of you until his eyes met yours and suddenly color was flooding into his world. It made him dizzy, and it stunned him into absolute silence because all he could so was stare at you with wide eyes.

You were clearly going through it as well, because obviously. You just met your fucking soulmate on a damn business trip. What the hell were you supposed to do now? It would be awkward to just... ignore what had happened, right? I mean, he's staring right at you and this was all just very overwhelming.

It was an awkward first meeting, that's for sure.

But during your time at the inn, whenever you were free from work, you spent it with Xiao. He was closed off, clearly keeping his guard up and not letting you get too close. You didn't know the reasons, but you didn't expect him to tell you his entire life story just because you two were apparently bound by the universe.

Honestly, you just assumed he didn't want to be with his soulmate. This didn't upset you. It wouldn't work out, anyway. You're only staying for a few weeks before heading home.

But archons, did Xiao want you. Behind his typical, distant behavior, Xiao was taking note of everything about you. Your interests, your habits, your sleep schedule, your favorite foods and desserts... everything you told him or subconsciously revealed, Xiao was tucking it away in his mind.

He wanted you. He wanted you to stay here, in Liyue, with him. Where you belong. But he didn't know how to express that. He's never been in love before, and it's not like he'll just suddenly become an expert at romance after meeting you.

When it was time for you to leave, he was crushed. He needed you to stay. He needed you by his side. Letters wouldn't be enough to fill the emptiness in your wake if you left. You had to stay.

You will stay.

And when you wake up to find yourself no longer in the inn, and instead in some small home deep within the mountains of Liyue, you're distraught.

Xiao looks genuinely guilty, robbing you of your freedom but... you understand, don't you? You have to understand. He just couldn't let you go. You're his soulmate, you were destined to be with him! You'll love it here, he'll make sure of it.

Just stay.

KAEYA — had always wondered what his soulmate was like ever since he was a child. He would spend hours just staring at the small crescent moon forever stained on his wrist, wondering if and when he'll meet the person with a matching mark.

Of course, as he got older he spent less time thinking about such things, though he did always hold out hope that he might be able to one day meet his soulmate. Little did he know, he's met his soulmate already. Multiple times.

You took over Sara's shifts at the Good Hunter whenever she had other things she needed to focus on, so Kaeya has spoken with you on numerous occasions, he's just never realized you were his soulmate because you keep your wrists covered. He's not one to judge, his wrists aren't visible either.

Him finding out was an accident. You had been handing him his order when your sleeves rolled up a bit, and his gaze just so happened to look at your wrists and he saw the very same crescent moon that was on his.

And for a moment, he froze. He just stared. Long enough that you were starting to feel a little uncomfortable. But before you could awkwardly send him on his way, he was showing you the crescent moon on his wrist as well and thus began your love story.

Or... well... it's what Kaeya had hoped for, but you didn't seem interested in soulmates at all. You didn't want the universe to decide who you were meant to be with, you wanted to make that decision yourself, so you had, to put it simply, bluntly rejected him.

And he gets it! It hurts, sure. He spent his entire life dreaming of this day, and it's not turning out the way he had hoped, but... you guys can be friends, at least, right? No strings attached?

For a while, Kaeya was fine with that. You and he had a really strong friendship. He cared about you, and you cared about him. Though your feelings were platonic, he was holding on to the hope that maybe one day, you'll realize you two were meant to be together.

But it was starting to seem as though that day might never come, because almost a year into your friendship with him, you had told Kaeya that you were thinking about entering the dating scene. He was... not too pleased about that, honestly. It was pretty obvious too, the way his entire mood soured the moment you brought the topic up.

He didn't stand by idly while this happened. Any person he saw you chatting up with romantic intentions would suddenly avoid you like the plague the next time you saw them. Any blind dates would end with you being ghosted. Hell, even some of your friends, the ones who were helping you get dates, were starting to avoid you too. It was so confusing.

But not Kaeya. No, Kaeya was always by your side.

Whenever you needed him, he was there. He always seemed to be able to make time for you. He listened to you vent your frustrations out, never once judging you or telling you that you were being dramatic. He was the only constant in your life these days.

Of course, you were completely oblivious to the fact that he was the cause of all of this. It's not that hard to blackmail people, he's learned. But they didn't deserve you anyway, seeing how easily they gave up on you the moment he approached them.

Maybe... maybe dating Kaeya wouldn't be so bad... I mean, you're the one deciding this, right? The universe isn't having any play in it. This is your decision. Isn't it?

KUJOU SARA — never cared about her soulmate. She knew she had one, you were in every dream she had. She found it to be more of a nuisance than anything else.

Her entire life was dedicated to her training, and to the Raiden Shogun. She neither had the time, nor the interest in searching for her soulmate. Besides, it didn't seem as if you resided in Inazuma. Your clothing was similar what people in Fontaine wear, and Fontaine was far away from Inazuma.

She was confident that she wouldn't be meeting you any time soon, so she never gave you any thought when she was awake. She never made any plans on what she would do if she did, by any chance, meet you. It didn't matter.

And she can't help but regret that, now that you're standing in front of her. If she had known that meeting her soulmate would make her feel like this, as if everything in the world suddenly made sense, then... well... she doesn't know what she would've done, to be honest.

No matter, Sara had no time to entertain you. Your stay in Inazuma was only temporary, so she saw no point in trying to form a bond with you. You, however, seemed to have different plans. She was used to seeing you in her dreams every night, but she was not used to seeing you in her waking moments.

Whenever she wasn't preoccupied with something, you were there to offer her company. It was annoying, and she's sent you away more than once, but that didn't seem to deter you. If anything, you seemed to become more determined each time she brushed you off.

At some point, she had given up on avoiding you. It was easier to just let you stick around. And, the more time she spent with you, the more attached she was becoming. It wasn't smart, she knew that, but could you blame her? You're so... irrevocably you.

Her fondness for you didn't go unnoticed.

Many people in Inazuma treated you with the same respect they treated Sara. You were her soulmate, after all. Should someone insult you, they would in turn be insulting her. Nobody wanted to get on her bad side.

There were, however, a few bad apples.

It should come as no surprise that a target was placed on your back the moment people took notice of Sara's attachment to you. She didn't think she'd have to worry much, because no one would be idiotic enough to actually try and harm you under her watch, but she should've known better.

It happened a few days before you were set to leave Inazuma to return home. A disturbance was going on within the city so Sara wasn't with you when you went on your daily walk just outside of it. It was supposed to be safe, but it wasn't.

Some vagrants had got the jump on you, and you nearly lost your life. You were lucky enough to have been found by some bystanders, but Sara was less than pleased when she heard about this. She had never taken pleasure in killing anyone before, but there was a deep-rooted sense of satisfaction deep within her chest when she watched the lives of those who hurt you fade away.

And as she sat by your side, waiting for you to wake up, she came to a decision. You can't be alone. If you are, you'll get hurt, and she won't be able to protect you. She can't let you leave Inazuma. She knows you'll more than likely hate her for making this decision for you, but if it means she can keep you safe, keep you alive and by her side, then... that hatred is something she'll be willing to bear.

ALBEDO — doesn't have a soulmate. At least, he's not supposed to. He's an artificial being, so it wouldn't make sense for him to have a soulmate. Of course, he does find the concept of soulmates to be intriguing. Who, or what, decides who people are destined to be with? It's a question he hopes to find an answer to.

So he wasn't surprised when he found you passed out in the snow, deep within Dragonspine. He's seen this countless times before, travelers who don't take precautions before trying to brave the deadly cold that comes with being here. He assumed he would just nurse you back to health and you would go on your merry way.

That changed, however, when he was cleaning your wounds and he saw his name inked on your skin, right on your collarbone. In his handwriting, at that. It confused him, because... that would mean that he's your soulmate. But he can't be. And yet, it didn't come off when he tried wiping it off. It was a part of your skin.

This left him with many questions, though none of them got answered when you woke up. You couldn't remember much about yourself, other than your name and a few other details. You didn't even know why you were in Dragonspine, or where you were from. You did hit your head pretty badly, judging from the headwound, so that would explain the amnesia, though he's not sure if it was going to be something temporary or not.

You both decided it would be best to just have you stay here until you were able to recover some of your memories and although Albedo wasn't eager to make friends with you, he was grateful for the company. He was incredibly patient with you too, answering any questions you may have had ranging from a multitude of different topics.

And in return, you helped out as much as you could without overexerting yourself and making your injuries worse. You'd make sure to keep his little lab tidy when he was away. You'd help out with some of his experiments too, if he knew you wouldn't get hurt doing so.

All while trying to figure out how he could possibly be your soulmate. He checked over himself. Four times. Your name was nowhere on his body. So why? Why was his name on yours? As much as he hates to admit it, he thinks he may never get an answer to this mystery.

Though... that's not such a bad thing, he thinks. He finds himself enjoying your company more and more with each passing day, the whole soulmate thing rarely even crossed his mind. At least, until you had asked him why his name was permanently etched into your skin. It was fairly easy to explain everything to you, though he was unable to answer a few of your questions, sadly. Soulmates were still a mystery, after all.

And when you asked if you could write your name on him so you two could match, he found himself unable to say no. He found himself unable to speak at all, actually, as you wrote your name on his shoulder. You even added a little heart next to it.

But no, Albedo was too busy coming to terms with the feelings he has for you. They weren't new. He's been aware of them for a week or so now, he just never gave it much thought until now. Now, with you so close to him, it was simply impossible to ignore.

And once you pull away, you smile at him and say, "There! Now I'm your soulmate too, right?" And oh.

Oh.

There was no way Albedo was going to let you leave Dragonspine now.

TARTAGLIA — feels a little bad for his soulmate, whoever they are. They can feel his pain, and he can feel theirs. So... they probably hate his guts, considering he's not the most careful person in the world. He pushes himself to his limits and beyond, and his soulmate has no doubt felt every single second of it.

Don't get him wrong, he would love to meet his soulmate. It's been a dream of his since he was a child, always eager to hear the story of how his mom and dad found out they were soulmates. Even as he grew older, the desire never went away. It was just... buried.

And his soulmate just so happened to be you, the significant other of a man who owed the Northland Bank a lot of money. He doesn't normally partake in debt collections, but he didn't have anything better to do so he decided to take this one on. He was going to use you as an example to your husband, though the moment his blade stabbed you, he froze.

He felt the pain. He stabbed you, and he could feel it. Oh fuck, he just stabbed his soulmate. That's definitely not the picturesque first meeting he was hoping for. Probably wouldn't be a good idea to tell his family this either...

Stabbing aside, he was utterly delighted. You, on the other hand, were terrified. Not only did this man just fucking stab you, his expression went from bored to something akin to crazed glee. He stared at you with a hunger that made you want to shy away from his gaze.

He doesn't care that you're already in a relationship with someone else. Not anymore, you're not. You're his, destined by the stars or however the story goes. And if your lover tries to get you back, he'll just kill them. Easy as that. Absolutely nothing will get in the way of him having you.

And he likes that you fight back against him. He especially loves it when you manage to escape. Hell, sometimes he'll even let you go just so he can chase you down again. It sends a thrill through him like no other when he catches you, and you stare at him teary-eyed and out of breath.

You're always so scared that he'll hurt you, but he would never do such a thing. He treats you like you're royalty, spoiling you with a seemingly endless amount of gifts. You're not quite sure how he knows what you like, and you're too hesitant to ask.

Honestly... he'd probably let you stab him. Y'know, he stabbed you, so it's only fair that you get to stab him in turn, right?

You think not. You're very hesitant, staring at him as though he were insane for even proposing such an idea. A part of him was disappointed. He wanted one of the many scars on his body to be from you. But a much larger part can't help but go soft at the sight of you shaking your head, sternly refusing to hurt him.

If he wasn't obsessed with you before, he certainly was now. You're too good. Too kind. He's holding you captive (lovingly, of course) and you refuse to hurt him? You don't even want to pinch him? How adorable.

Why, if he didn't know any better, he'd think that you might care about him.

He was nothing if not stubborn, of course. You might not care about him now, but you will in the future. He'll make sure of it.

After all, he's spent his whole life waiting for you.

AYATO — never had the time to think of his soulmate. He was blessed (or cursed, depending on who you ask) with the ability to see the red strings that tied people together. When he was younger, before having to take on the duties of the Kamisato name, he would always stare at the one tied to his pinkie.

He even has the habit of twirling the red string around his finger whenever he gets stressed. Only behind closed doors, of course. It would probably appear strange to others if they saw.

Meeting his soulmate was something he had always planned out in his head as a child, and when he finally did meet you, it was so... simple. There was nothing magical about it, you had just bumped into him one day when he was out in the city and that's what started all of this.

For you, it was a forgettable encounter, one that would never cross your mind again. For him, it was everything he had been waiting for. Thoma thought it was a bit strange, but he dutifully gathered information about you when Ayato asked it of him. He needed to know everything there was to know about you.

He already knew what he was going to do when he met his soulmate, the only thing left was to actually do it. And you were definitely shocked when Kamisato Ayato himself showed up at your home and asked you to marry him.

You said no, obviously, because why the hell would you agree to marry someone you didn't know? Ayato had planned for this, of course. That's why he had Thoma learn everything about you, so the moment you declined his offer, he just smiled and made a comment about your family. It was very obvious what he was implying.

And even if you aren't close with your family, you can't live with blood on your hands. You were pretty much forced into accepting Ayato's marriage proposal. He was pleased with this outcome, promising to take care of everything himself.

Marrying him meant that you would, unfortunately, have to leave your home and instead live at the Kamisato Estate. Everyone was under the impression that this marriage was one of love and not coercion. You highly doubt that anyone would believe you if you told them the truth, and you were too concerned about what the consequences would be if you did.

Everyone at the estate was nice to you, at least, though the only people allowed to actually get close to you were Ayaka and Thoma.

And when the wedding was over, it was time for your honeymoon. You were not excited about that, but it seemed Celestia itself was on your side during that time because he was too busy to spend time with you.

If he wasn't threatening the lives of your family, you would have made numerous escape attempts by now. Still, you've made it very clear that you hate his guts.

Your hatred is something he detests, though he can't fault you for it. He understands that what he's forced you into is wrong, but in his mind, it was something that had to be done. He's sure that given enough time and space, you'll grow to understand why he did what he did.

And even though you scorn his existence, Ayato looks at you as if you've placed the stars in the sky.

Your strings are forever tied together, so there's no getting out of this. He doesn't plan on ever letting you go. He'd be a terrible husband if he didn't keep you close, wouldn't he?

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arctrooper69 · 2 months

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As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Beta-read by @dragonrider9905

Chapter 6:

Previous // Next

Warnings: Jealousy. Canon violence.

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The mission was simple.

You stood, picking at a loose splinter of wood beneath the bar, leaning on the counter as Cid explained the objective.

“Just remember I need that asset undamaged or you ain’t gettin’ paid.” She said, taking care to emphasize ‘undamaged’ as she shot a glare towards Wrecker, “That means no blowing it up, Muscles.”

“Hey! That was one time and it wasn’t my fault!”

Cid rolled her eyes, “Regardless. I want you in and out. Grab the staff and get outta there before the gang even realizes you’re there. You better not lead anything back to me. I can’t afford any more trouble around here. Especially with you lot.”

Hunter bristled but remained silent. It was a testament to his willpower that he hadn't yet told her off for the blatant disrespect she showed towards them.

You'd think she'd be more reasonable since we're the ones making all her money here, you thought, then sighed, but then again, we don't have much of a choice and she knows it.

Hunter pulled his pack over his shoulders and signaled the group to head out, not missing how quickly you turned away, not meeting his eyes.

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The Marauder lay in quiet flight as it hurdled through hyperspace - the silence only broken by Wrecker's occasional comments and Omega’s responding laughter. Tech lay asleep on his bunk and Echo tinkered with something in the back. If it were any other day - any other time - it would've been peaceful. An oasis of relaxed preparation before the chaos of a mission.

Now the silence hung taught - stretched and pulled uncomfortably over the atmosphere. It was stifling. Stale.

Part of you longed for that normalcy - to take advantage of this time to go over strategies with Hunter, mapping out the best course of action, listening to his baritone words coaching you to think outside the box.

He was sitting right there beside you across the cockpit.

Say something, you begged silently. Anything. Ask me to stay and I will.

But no one made a sound.

Hunter sat stiffly in his chair staring directly ahead.

You sighed, pulling your feet up onto the chair, resting your chin on your knees, hugging your shivering bones.

Had space always been so cold?

Hunter shifted in his seat. You wondered if he could hear how your heart raced, desperate to relieve the tension in the room. He was staring at you again. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your head.

He took a breath as if he'd finally decided to say something and you glanced up meeting his eyes.

The proximity alert went off as the ship snapped into orbit, shaking Tech from his slumber as he stumbled to his feet.

Hunter stood up - whatever he had to say was gone in a flash of professional duty. Time to do the job.

***

The ship landed smoothly on the landing pad - courtesy of Cid’s given coordinates.

“Alright, let's see what we're dealing with.” Echo said.

Hunter nodded in agreement, “Tech, how's it coming with that scanner?”

“Almost done.” He replied, fingers moving quickly over dials and screens.

“Good.”

Hunter pulled his pack on and straightened the bandana over his forehead.

“Alright, Echo you'll scomp in and locate the treasure vault. Tech you need to splice into their systems and deactivate any security systems they may have in place. Wrecker and I will keep a lookout and take care of any trouble that comes our way.” He glanced at Wrecker, “Quietly.”

Wrecker grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

Then Hunter turned to you. “I need you and Omega to stay here and keep watch. We don't know much about what we're walking into, so we need to be prepared to make a quick getaway if we have to. Got it?”

You nodded and Omega jumped to her feet. “Yes sir!”

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Of course he doesn't trust me. You thought bitterly. He put me on babysitting duty.

A burst of regret tore from your chest as you watched her.

Omega hung upside down on a rock just outside the ship, fiddling with her trooper doll and a toy shuttle that Echo had found for her - oblivious to your traitorous thoughts.

You sighed, feeling the shame darken your cheeks.

You can't take your problems out on a kid, your inner voice scolded. Omega didn't deserve to be caught up in the middle of whatever this was.

“Heads up,” Hunter’s voice sounded through the coms, yanking you from a bored stupor, “You’ve got hostiles coming in fast.”

Omega looked over to you, eyes wide as she processed the information. She took a breath and nodded, keeping eye contact with you, lips settling in a grim determination. She unslung the bow from her back.

“Copy that,” she responded, “We’ll be ready.”

“Negative.” Hunter’s curt response came back immediately. “Do not engage. Get back on the Marauder and take off.”

You all but grabbed the com from Omega. “But what about you!?”

Silence. “We’ve been compromised.”

Omega snatched the com back defiantly, eyes narrowing in concern. “We’re not leaving you!”

“That’s an order!” Hunter hissed, keeping his voice low.

“No. Omega’s right. We’re not leaving here without you!” The com was once again in your hand.

“Listen to me!” Hunter snapped, “Get Omega out of there now! We can handle this on - “ The message cut off in a garble of static and shouting.

“Hunter!” Omega grabbed the com again in a desperate attempt to get him back. “Hunter, come in! I repeat, come in!”

Nothing.

Omega looked at you, wide eyed, shoulder’s bobbing up and down as she breathed, processing the situation.

Your head shot up. Muffled footsteps - voices echoing in the distance, carried on the wind. Gruff and unforgiving in a boastful confidence.

“Kriffing shit…” you hissed under your breath, grabbing Omega’s arm as you ran back to the ship.

“What are you doing!” Omega tried to yank her arm from your grip as you dragged her up the ramp, “They need our help! We can’t leave them!”

“Shhh!” you commanded, boosting her up into the storage hatch before clamoring up behind her.

“No!” she struggled, “We’re a squad! A family!”

A pang of hurt speared through your gut. Not me. Not anymore.

“We don’t leave our own behind!” she said adamantly, glaring daggers of betrayal and confusion at you.

Hunter’s words.

She looked up to him, constantly and unconsciously copying his mannerisms and ideals.

Hunter doesn’t trust you. The antagonizing voice of your subconscious snapped. That’s why he left you here with the kid. You’re just an asset. A body. But maybe you could be more than that. Maybe, upon rescuing them, the team would see you differently. Hunter would see you differently.

You sighed, “We’re not leaving, but we’re no help to them if we’re dead or captured.”

She nodded silently, relief palatable on her young face. Sometimes it was easy to forget that she was only 12 years old.

Is it selfish to want to prove yourself as more than just a useful tool?

Omega crouched by the closed hatch at her feet, bow in her hands, mimicking your own stance as you poised for action, blaster in hand.

Footsteps thudded up the ramp, carelessly clattering through the cockpit.

“Find anything?” one of them called out to his companion.

“Nah… there’s nobody here.” Another crash as he dumped a chest, “Nothin’ good here neither.”

Another clanging slam as another trunk was forced open. A loud chuckle came from a third voice.

“Ha! Hey, come get a load a this! The boss is gonna like this one!”

More footsteps, “Holy shit! Who keeps an entire trunk full of thermal detonators beside their bunk?”

“No clue, but they’ll go for a ton on the black market.”

“...and why is there a kriffing stuffed cat inside a trunk of thermal detonators?”

You side-eyed Omega.

“Ohh… that’s where I put her…” she whispered to herself, relieved that she no longer had to figure out a way to tell Wrecker that she lost his Lula.

“Whatever man, just grab the detonators and let’s go. This place stinks.”

“Yeah what a bunch of losers.”

Omega’s grip tightened on her bow, face contorting in anger as if she was ready to jump down and give the thieves a piece of her mind.

You placed a hand on her knee and slowly shook your head. Not yet.

“We are not losers!” she whispered harshly, insulted that the thieves had insulted her team - her family.

But not yours. You grit your teeth bitterly.

Once you were sure the offenders were gone, the hatched hissed open and you jumped down, catching Omega as she jumped.

“Okay, what’s the plan?” she looked at you expectantly. You nodded, practiced mind already running through various scenarios.

“We’ll track those thugs back to the compound. They have to be holding Hunter and the others there somewhere.”

Omega nodded solemnly. “Good plan. And then when we get there, I’ll keep a lookout while you search for a way in!”

“Right. Just follow my lead and stay out of sight!”

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 1 month

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Hii could I request Paul and Marko with a reader who is like Lisa Frankenstein? Just some head canons if you don't really know who she is

Okay, listen, I just finished watching the movie, and I can't stop thinking about it - that last scene? Beloved wife? I told you I would hold your hand - iconic. So yeah, eh there are some spoilers here for Lisa Frankenstein.

It has gotten a little bit linger than i thought, and it's a bit more Marko x reader than Paul x reader x Marko, but the pairing is definitely there! 😅 Hope you like this!

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"Where are you going?" Trent looked at me. His schoolbag was hanging from one shoulder, his sunglasses slowly sliding down his nose. I shrugged. "For a walk."

"Mum said you had to be home by five."

I rolled my eyes, sighing. Ever since my dad had decided to not only date but marry Trents mom, my life changed. Of course, it had already changed before. That kind of tends to happen when your mom decides to leave. And then die.

"Fine." I walked away from Trent, away from the stuffy schoolbuilding filled with people I didn't want to know. I didn't want to move here, I had liked my - miserable - life back in Santa Cruz. But, with dad being married and all, I had little choice. Moving to Santa Carla, it was. Trent was okay, I suppose. He didn't force me to hang out with him, and he'd let me be - mostly. His mother, however, was overbearing, always wanting to know everything and controlling everything. It gave me an odd, almost claustrophobic sense. And dad? Well, he was more focused on keeping his wife happy than he was worried about me. Luckily for me, it wasn't all bad. I had found a small little sanctuary hidden within the woods.

"Hello again," I said softly as I found my way through the woods. Hidden between several thick trees and bushes was a headstone. The stone itself was rather sober, only a name etched into it. On the ground in front of it, however, was a small bust of a devilishly handsome face. I assumed the face and name went together. It was a shame, really, that this guy had been dead. Had he been alive - well, damn... But he wasn't, and besides, there was this guy in my history class - Michael Emerson? - who was actually kind of cute?

I sat down next to the stone, making my homework, reading in some books, and finally feeling a little at peace. I looked up when I felt a raindrop fall on my nose, quickly grabbing my stuff. "I'll see you later, Marko!" I said softly before running off. The rain started to really pour, and I ran as fast as I could to make it back home to my place.

That night, a storm raged over Santa Carla. Rain, winds, and heavy thunder rolled over the small town. Lightning striked multiple times, but there didn't seem to be any fires anywhere. I lay on my bed, ready to go to sleep. I stared at my window. Lightning flashed again. In the bright flash of the light, I saw a shadow appear in my window, a silhouette. I shot up, looking straight straight my window. Red eyes stared back at me.

I screamed. The red eyed silhouette waved at me, motioning for me to be quiet. Who was he to tell me to be quiet? Angrily, I stepped towards the window, ready to give him a piece of my mind, when suddenly my window flew open. The man stepped inside. I froze. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out. I just looked at him. He looked at me, then at my room. The bed that was slept in, the clothes laying on the chair, the walls filled with drawings and sketches...

He slowly but surely moved towards my art wall, tilting his head as he looked at one of the drawings.

"What is it?" I asked, not sure what to do.

He just pointed at it. It was the drawing I made of Marko's headstone and the bust. I frowned. "So? What about it?"

He pointed at it again, then at himself. I frowned. Surely he didn't mean that-

"You're Marko?" I asked in a whisper. With a sly grin, he nodded. I froze, frowning. "How? Why are you here?"

This time, he gave me a genuine smile. He made a C with his hand and then waved. Puzzled, I looked at him. "Because I said see you later?"

The next morning, I was woken up early by dad. "We need your help."

Once again, he nodded. I took a deep breath.

"I- Hiw? I didn't mean for you to come and see me? I mean - you're dead! I meant I'd come back to your grave?"

Marko looked at me, a hurt expression on his face.

"Sorry! I'm sure you're an alright guy if you were actually - you know - alive?"

I could have sworn I saw his expression turn even more sad. I sighed, deciding I could deal with zombie emotions later. Right now, Marko - or whoever he really was - desperately needed a shower and some clean clothes, and I was in desperate need of some sleep.

I sighed - the woman he married had been working in the meat industry, selling blood. I didn't know why, nor did I want to know why. I had tried to tell my dad that I didn't want to help with the work on the farm, what with me not eating meat anymore and all, but apparently that was not a conversation I could have. I had no say in the matter, I had to help.

Thirty minutes later, I showed up in the barn, begrudgingly starting the work of cleaning them, when a loud metallic clang caused me to look up. One of the many pipes through which the bodily fluids moved had made the sound. I looked up, screaming when the pipe snapped and gallons of blood were poured on top of me. I dropped the shovel I'd been holding, running out of the barn, leaving bloody footprints everywhere I went. I quickly went into my shower, cleaning the blood off of myself.

When I got out of the shower, dressed in my bathrobe, I noticed Marko sitting in a dark corner of my closet. He had changed his muddy clothes for some bright coloured pyjama trousers and an old band shirt I'd gotten from Trent. He looked at me, a certain hunger in his eyes.

"Are you alright?"

He nodded, then shrugged.

"Oh! You need food!" I was already halfway through my room towards the door when I stopped and turned to look at him. "Eh - what, what do dead guys eat?" I asked.

I froze when Markos hand grabbed my wrist, finding the one spot of blood I'd missed, and slowly licking it up. I pulled my arm away from him, disgust written all over my face. "You can't just lick people!" I hissed before realisation dawned on me. "Wait, you need blood?"

That evening, Marko and I sneaked out of the house towards the barn. I had spent the whole afternoon dragging an old and rusty bathtub into the barn, placing it under the broken pipes. I told Marko to wait by the tub as I opened the faucet. It didn't take long, or blood ran into the tub, filling it quickly.

Marko nodded, grinning. I sighed. "I can get you some blood tonight, alright?"

The more Marko drank, the more handsome he became somehow. I couldn't help but feel a warmth inside me when I saw him drink, heard the moans of delight...

"What the hell are you doing out of bed, young lady? And turn the faucet off! It's bad enough that you made us lose so much product today!"

I jumped, freezed, and looked at my stepmother, not sure what to do.

"And who the hell is that? Is he drinking blood? I told your father that I didn't want you to bring your kind over to this place. He wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I knew that morbid loving people like you would only bring trouble, you freak!" She was about to scream, but before I could do anything, Marko was already upon her. Her neck was ripped open, her blood was drunk, and then her lifeless body fell to the ground. I stared at Marko, not really knowing what to say. 'Thanks' felt wrong in this situation. And yet, it was somewhat right?

"You just killed -" I stopped talking, not sure what I was going to say. "We need to bury the body," I decided, grabbing her feet, smiling shyly as Marko easily lifted the dead weight in his arms. I lead the way to the forest, back to where his grave had been - and I couldn't help but feel rather content when he dropped her body in the grave.

"Is it bad, down there?" I asked. He shrugged and then nodded. I grinned. The woman deserved it. Just a little bit. "Good."

One night, he stopped me when I was about to enter the barn. I stopped, puzzled, before realising what he wanted. "You want human blood?"

In the days that followed, every single night, I sneaked him out of the house unseen, making sure he could drink more blood. The more blood he drank, the more whole he became. The more time I spent with him, the more I realised I liked him beyond his looks. And yet, he was still dead. And yet, I still fancied Michael Emerson.

"You know, at the party two weeks ago, he spent a lot of time talking to me? And you'd think it was great, because at the time it was, but then at school he just ignored me? As if we didn't spend three hours connecting? Like, who does that?"

Marko looked at me, clearly telling me that it was Michael Emerson who did that.

"Maybe it was because I was drunk and ran off to throw up, but still. How hard is it to get a guys attention?"

Marko shrugged. I agreed - it shouldn't have to be so hard. But even with his presence, even with his clothing suggestions - no matter what I did, Michael ignored me. I sighed as I pulled the bathtub into the barn again.

He nodded.

After that meal, Marko finally began to talk. His voice was hoarse, but he could tell me about him. How he enjoyed art, how he had been turned into a vampire in the early 1900s, how his vampire family was probably still alive. In the four hours that followed Michael's death, I couldn't help but realise I had never loved Michael. It was Marko. I wanted to make him happy. It was him I wanted by my side. I took his hand in mine as we walked down the forest towards his old grave.

"Shit. I can't just give you human blood, I mean, I wouldn't even know where to get it and -" he was already gone. Quickly, I ran after him, not wanting to abandon the creature I'd come to see as a close friend. He ran towards the boardwalk, the beach - and he found a lone man. Before I knew it, he had bitten the man, draining the blood out of him. It was over surprisingly quick.

The next evening, we spent some time outside the house, lounging on the roof, when I saw Michael riding up to the house on his bike. "What's he doing here?" I asked out loud, looking to see what was happening. Downstairs, the front door opened, and Trent stood there, grinning. Not only that, but within seconds, he was kissing Michael. I looked at it with wide eyes, before jumping off the roof and screaming.

"You motherfucker!" I launched at Trent. "You knew I liked him you fucking piece of-" I stopped when I heard a pained groan beside me. Marko held on to Michael's body. His teeth latched onto his neck, draining him dry. I looked at Marko, a small smile appearing on my face. I then looked at Trent, who was about to either scream or faint.

"You're going to be fine. Just don't tell anyone about this, alright?"

"We can try and find them?" I offered.

"They'd kill you upon sight."

"But you'd be reunited with them."

He chuckled. "You may not value your life, but I've come to value yours quite a lot."

I froze. "You do?"

"You saved me."

"I didn't mean to," I admitted. "It purely happened by accident."

"Happy accidents do exist."

I smiled, laughing when he pulled me close. "I think they do."

"Are you going with?"

"Sure. Do I need to bring the shovel?" I asked, a bit enthusiastically. Of course, killing was bad, I knew that, but there was something about it that gave me an indescribable thrill.

"Nah, we'll find a bonfire." He grinned as he took my hand, leading me towards the boardwalk and the beach.

I'd started a fire while he fed, enjoying the warmth of the flames when I suddenly felt a strange presence behind me.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?"

I looked at him. "Waiting for a friend."

"I can keep you company if he's running late."

"Don't worry, he's right on time." I grinned, knowing that Marko wouldn't say no to a second meal.

"Shame he isn't here yet, " the young man chuckled, "he might have enjoyed the sho-"

I screamed as he grabbed me, pulling my head to the side, feeling his teeth grazing my skin. I struggled in his grip, moving as much as I could, trying to hold him off when finally I heard his voice.

"Get the fuck off of her!"

Within seconds, I was freed. Marko was standing protectively in front of me, staring at the other vampire. "Paul?"

"Marko? You - you were dead, man! How did this happen?"

"Lisa did. She's a bloody Saint-" I groaned at his pun. "- If it hadn't been for her, I'd be buried still."

"So you saved my mate?"

"Your mate?" I spat the words out. Marko could have told me something about that before leading me on. For weeks he'd been sharing a bed with me, for weeks I'd helped him kill and cover up, for weeks we'd been circling around each other, and now?

"You didn't tell her?" Paul asked, and then he looked at me again, a look of compassion but also curiosity in his eyes.

"Tell me what?"

"Only a mate can save a vampire from the death." Marko said. His eyes softened as he turned towards me. "I didn't want to overwhelm you more than I already did that first night."

"What does it mean being your mate?"

"So, how is he-" I pointed at Paul, "- connected to us?"

"You're one of the loves of my life."

"Aaawh!" I grinned. "That's why you killed Michael? For us?"

Marko chuckled and nodded.

"He's also my mate. And yours."

I grinned. Sure, him almost eating me was quite bad - but if you looked past that, he seemed to really care about Marko, and maybe he could also do that for me?

"So... we - the three of us? We're a thing?"

"We can be," Paul said with an enthusiastic grin. "If you want that is."

"How about I get to know you first?" I asked, smiling as Marko stood next to me. Paul chuckled. "Want to go out for a kill?"

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader #lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein spoilers #marko x paul x reader #marko x reader

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listenupcupcakes · 2 months

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LISTEN UP MAGGOTS!

I HAVE NOTICED MY MEN ARE RUNNING THESE ASK BLOGS AND I HAVE DECIDED TO JOIN THEM!

SOME THIS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME IS THAT I AM A PATRIOT!

I AM A PROFESSIONAL AT KICKING COMMIE ASS

AS WELL AS A DEFENSE ATTORNEY.

I AM HAPPILY ENGAGED TO MY FIANCE ZHANNA so don't try anything ladies

AND I AM AN AMERICAN THROUGH AND THROUGH!

OOC:

Look for: #solly speaks #solly answers

#mod speaks #mod answers

Extra:

Hi! Firstly. Rest In Peace to Rick May! He was a wonderful VA and I'm grateful he leant his voice to such a great character!

Next. I made this blog because I was inspired by folks like @theredhotshot and other ask blogs out there! Soldier is one of my favorite mercs and I don't think theres a blog for him yet!

I'm probably taking this a bit too seriously lol but I love his character and if he's as fun to play as he is to write this'll be a heap of fun!

this is going to be full the the brim with headcanons, and I am going to fudge with canon just a smidge but I'm trying to make this as accurate as I can!

(just going to throw it out there, I do beleive the blu and red mercs are different people, WAR follow the Blu Soldier while the main comics follow the Red Soldier, this blog is for the Red Soldier who has his own opinions on the Demo and other mercs!)

If he's a tad klunky or out of character I apologize! I will probably end up redoing this post in the future lol I genuinely didn't know what to write lol-

I'm cool with rp if anyones wondering

#solly speaks #mod speaks #ask blog #tf2 ask blog #tf2 soldier #tf2

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aroaceleovaldez · 22 days

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comp of your favorite jason panels maybe?? or maybe an octavian doodle?? i was hit with the silly beam and now i need more blonde roman boys content. mayhaps add any other blonde romans boys you have crafted. i desperately need rick to flesh out camp jupiter the potential is insane - @argoii-official's mod erratum 🤭

MOD ERRATUM!!!!!!! i blow a little kiss to your askblog one mun to another. Tumblr decided it absolutely hated me putting images on this post so I will make a separate one for the favorite deadangelos Jason panels later. A little tiny Octavian for you though (he's grumpy):

and i will dig through my romans to see if there's any other interesting blond boys in there (i still have like two and a half cohorts to design plus messengers and medics, so there is still plenty of opportunity). let's see... oh yes I do indeed have some funky lil blond boys.

Lore for them below the cut:

okay, starting with the canon boys: Jacob i've made a son of Venus and i've decided is best friends with Terrel and Bobby. He's a shy and quiet kind of guy but he's doing his best. Also insert my hc about 5th cohort being more likely to be direct descendants versus legacies here (cause something something lack of letters of recommendation). Also because of a mistranslation about his job title my group chat has decided his demigod weapon is a gun. Julius i made a legacy of Indiges (deified Aeneas) based on his name. I haven't decided too much for him other than I think it would be interesting if Jason used to have a crush on him at some point.

VES okay Ves is fun. So first things first: scene kid my beloved. Scene kid with a bee theme. The joke is the hair stripes. His lore is that he's a legacy of Mellona (goddess of honey/bees) and he has a big ol' crush on Gerard, because Gerard is emo and they have similar music tastes.

Gerard i am going to be completely honest is 100% themed on MCR. I like listening to music when I design characters and I thought it'd be funny also i realized the name Gerard works thematically for a Mars kid. It all came together. Anyways he's emo, he's an MCR fan, no he does not know Ves has a big ol' crush on him. Ves is dying, squirtle.

Edgar is a son of Lua, a goddess to whom weapon spoils of war were sacrificed to. He's just kind of a cool edgy guy. Not pictured is his bestie, a girl named Felicity Pace, who is a legacy of Abundantia and Pax, and is also in 4th cohort. They're opposites-attract thematically (war vs peace, low energy vs high energy) but also they're both fashionistas and extremely dramatic.

Anton is my extremely self-indulgent pointing at Mars and how to the Romans he was also a god of civilization and ideal Roman life, which included him being an agricultural god, so legacy of Mars and child of Ceres. He's grumpy but he's very passionate about plants.

They're all mostly just meant to be background characters fleshing out Camp Jupiter for Deadangelos so they don't have a ton of meat to them, but I like to try and give them all at least something. At the very least a hobby, theme, interest, or relationships. Something along those lines.

#riordanverse #pjo #pjo ocs #my art #Anonymous #ask #deadangelos #YIPPEE mod erratum!#i hold your askblog so preciously it is so delightful to me #also i love drawing Octavian with just. all his hair is sticking straight up #he's an apollo kid his hair is like a plant it's trying to reach the sun #but it makes him constantly look like a mad scientist. which he might as well be

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Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

Summary; With the dragon Smaug gone, you discover what remains - or, more accurately, what has been taken away.

Warnings; Thorin has the dragon-sickness and is generally an asshole. Implied non-canon character death. Reader is female-body-coded, uses she/her pronouns, and is Human.

Listening to; 'Burn' from Hamilton - "Your sentences border on senseless... They don't get to know what I said... You forfeit all rights to my heart."

Part 12 || Part 14

Series Masterlist || Masterlist || Ko-Fi

Everything was burning. Homes, buildings and lives. People.

It hurt that all you could do was watch, with the stone cold underneath you, and the wind making your tears feel like ice carving a river down your face. It was an ironic contrast, especially since your chest burned hot and ached with every breath.

You wondered why it still hurt. You felt calm, despite the distress before you, and you had rested enough from the fight with Smaug for your heart to have settled. But your chest hurt. Your lungs burnt with each breath and your throat was dry. You’d noticed before, how it seemed the closer to Erebor you got the worse it became. But you dared not bring it up, and now you couldn’t - Oin was will Kili, no one else would have answers like he would.

You were feeling so close to being sick - like properly throwing-up sick - because of what was happening both to the burning Laketown and Thorin. Oh, your dearest Thorin.

What was becoming of the Dwarf you once loved? You could only hope that he would get better now that the dragon had fled. Somehow you knew that hope was founded on shaky grounds.

You stared ahead, watching the distant walls of flames flicker like candles along a mantle place. You saw smoke rise into the dark night sky, glowing orange with embers. The dragon’s silhouette constantly swooped up and down, high then low.

With each pass Smaug made on the town you thought of your friends, Fili, Kili, Oin, and Bofur, and even Bard and his family. You hoped this would not be the pass to kill your friends, and at the end of each you waited - as if you would have felt it, but it never came. Only for the apprehension and hope to return once more with another path Smaug made.

You would’ve prayed they would make it out safely, if only you knew who to pray to.

The minutes felt like hours, and the hours seemed to drag on forever. As the stars passed overhead, and the very first signs of day drew near, a new kind of movement went across the town.

With a startled gasp, a pain in your chest sparked and you stumbled to your feet.

Beside you, Bilbo, who had yet to turn away unlike most of your other companions, likewise saw the shift - even if he didn’t feel it, or notice it in you.

“You saw that?” he asked, turning between you and the town. “The dragon, it fell.”

“The dragon died.” you said, fingers tight over the leather and furs over your heart.

“The black arrow. The Lords of Dale have finished what was started many years ago.” Then the burning, the aches, it all stopped. A peace which you thought would never return did - and it was like you were blessed with a whole new body.

“The dragon is gone!” Golin said, stepping forward on quite nimble feet to take a proper look at the scene before him.

“But the damage is done.” Dwalin lingered just behind you, scowling at the flames that still burnt.

“And now it’s dead word will spread. Those with good intent and bad will be swarming to the mountain.” you added. “I do not think a dragon is the worst thing we will see before we can finally call Erebor home again.”

Enjoyed this chapter so far? Read the rest now over on Archive of Our Own! (Chapter Twelve Continues Here!)

Feel free to leave kudos, comments or a reblog if you're enjoying the story so far - especially now we're so close to the end. Remember to support your favorite writers! If you liked reading it, reblog it <3

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Hi!! Fanfic question here! So in Break Me Down, were you inspired by anything in particular that made you set a portion of the story in SB’s compound? I always thought that was an interesting choice as that setting felt like it was its own character and was pivotal for their relationship to develop. The isolation setting has always been a favorite of mine to get into character development and was curious what made you want to go there for this first half of the story? Apologies in advance for the nerdy writing question 😂

Hey, lovely friend!!

Omg I love it, please don't apologize. Nerdy writing questions are my favorites -- especially for Break Me Down! 💚💚

And your observations are so very interesting (and accurate)!!

I knew making South America the main setting was a bit risky in a sense. It takes readers out of the canon setting of New York, but I wanted a home base for Soldier Boy/Ben, assuming he defeated Homelander and was able to escape the U.S. -- a place for him to regroup, build himself back up, and do whatever he wanted, really.

And I knew I wanted a place where Ben and the reader would essentially be trapped together, like you said, isolated away from the rest of the Boys, thereby forced to either bond or kill each other. 😂 (That's also the reason I set the mansion on a cliffside/waterfall.)

Ben going South America seemed right, drawing narrative lines back to Nicaragua (sort of), where it all went to shit for him. I thought of Rio and Medellin being party destinations for a lot of celebrities, and that this guy would definitely be the type to have a party mansion back in his hay day. Like the Rat pack used to vacation in Cuba back in the '50s and '60s.

I listened to a lot of Frank Sinatra to get into Ben's headspace ("My Way" for instance lol), Tony Bennett, Mel Torme's "You're Getting to Be a Habit With Me," and of course, "If I Didn't Care." I also had scenes from Casablanca, with how they meet in the Prologue/Part 2 in my head, for sure.

Putting Ben and the reader in that first Spanish-style mansion also gave me the chance to explore both his character and the reader as individuals. How Ben felt as empty as that mansion, and the gradual nature of him realizing that.

And how the reader explores the house the same way she tries to figure out what makes him tick.

She also discovers places like the garden, where she finds comfort and peace; the same way she starts to find comfort in Ben, the more she risks confiding in him. They find common ground in the kitchen, often the center of a home, even if this house isn't a home for either of them...

Now that I think about it, I really found so much of them (and the side characters around them) in that house. So thank you so much for this question!! It really made me think. I hope I wasn't too long-winded though. 😂💕💕

#ask me stuff #lovely mutuals #break me down questions #feel free to ask me story or writing questions!#BMD verse #soldier boy #break me down #soldier boy x reader #the boys #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy/ben #zepskies answers

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liliths-missing-pen · 10 months

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Infirmary Date With Baul Zigvolt

Summary: Baul finds him in a situation landing him in the camp infirmary where he meets a healer. This first encounter seems to be the first of many.

Character: Baul Zigvolt x F!Reader

Word Count: 522 words

Warnings: ‼️BOOK 7 SPOILERS (SORTA) ‼️ In this one shot the reader will be fae, this is for the canon story to make sense (sebek’s mom being fully fae), also I personally haven't read the translation of book 7 and I'm only taking bits and pieces from my knowledge so everything may not be exact. Mentions of war and blood.

Masterlist

In the midst of a war-torn zone, where chaos and destruction reigned, Baul Zigvolt was immersed in a perilous battle that seemed to be leaning in humans' favour. The valley's once beautiful and stunning surroundings were scarred from the numerous years of battles upon the land.

With each crackling bolt that surged from his magic pen, he dreamed of peace amongst the fae and protecting those he held dear. However, as the battle raged on the humans seemed to be gaining an edge over the fae. A circumstance that many were not expecting. Baul knew that for these upcoming weeks, months or years even that he would be needing to put in his 110% as long as he served with, or even without General Vanrouge.

These were some of the thoughts that raged through his head as he laid on the stretcher waiting for one of the healers to come help as his chest wound continued to ooze out blood. He grunted in pain as he felt the pain get worse. He would get back at those humans and show them that they shall not challenge a Zigvolt!

"Sorry for the wait sir! Lots of fae arrived at one time." You rushed to his side. A young lady with h/c hair, you had your satchel at your side along with their magic pen in hand. Neither of you had the easiest work by far. Yet the man in front of you was staring at you intently, whether it was out of curiosity or eagerness for you to hurry up so then he could get back into battle was a mystery to you.

You peeled back his amour and clothing where the wound was as you couldn't heal it without being able to see what type of damage was done by the wound. "A blunt sword hit…" You mumbled under your breath, it was odd to see these as many soldiers opted to either use magic or sneaker ways to hurt the fae that you've seen walk into camp. "I see they're starting to play more rough and brutal huh?" You asked as you started working your magic to heal him up.

"Yeah," he grunted out. "It seems like they're pumping out new strategies every day.." He informs, you quickly put back his clothing and assist with his amour but seeing his hands battered and littered with big and small scars that blood was seeping out of you couldn't help but take his hands and heal with as well.

"Sorry I couldn't help but see and think how painful those much be." You chuckled embarrassed at your actions but it seemed like the right-hand man of the general had an effect from it.

"I appreciate it, thank you," he stated as he made his exit from the infirmary.

"I hope to see you soon Zigvolt, don't come back too soon!" You said, yet you knew that they wouldn't listen as it was a common occurrence to see Baul Zigvolt and you just hoped that one day, you wouldn't have to see him in the line of duty or war.

#🐉 | lilith’s writing’s #book 7 spoilers #twst spoilers #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #baul zigvolt #baul zigvolt x reader #twisted wonderland diasomnia #twst diasomnia #diasomnia #baul zigvolt fluff #twst book 7 spoilers

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cosmic-herbal-tea · 11 months

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In the Defense of Saw Gerrera......

Ever since I've rejoined the fandom few years ago, my blog gets notice for a lot of pro-Jedi arguments and sentiments but I don't always get the time to talk about another character in the franchise who gets grossly mishandled by fans: Saw Gerrera.

A lot of fans like to prop up his character as a showcase of "extremism" that makes the Rebels not the quissitessinal good guys and vindicate the Empire, giving them a legitamate reason why they do what they do.

Today, I'm going to call out some things I believe are important to remember about the character.

"Saw's methods hurts the Rebellion more than it helps"

I've seen this sentiment come up a lot, especially after his appearance in The Bad Batch. In canon, there are certainly people who think that, chiefly Mon Mothma (The Rebel Files, Rebels) but the consensus within the Alliance until it's official formation is that they cannot be picky and that he and his PARTISANS are KNOWN for getting jobs done.

And say what you want about his methods, but the Alliance themselves have more than one time asked for his help and even when they didn't like him whatsoever. And when they didn't, it hurt THEM badly.

In Leia: Princess of Alderaan, Bail is big mad because he killed Moff Panaka, believing he was more sympathetic and didn't like how it almost costed his wife/daughter's life (despite the fact the Partisans had no clue they were meeting). Despite all the hubup and Bail getting bigmad, it actually saved Leia, as he was about to reveal to the Emperor that based on the resemblance, she had to be Padme Amidala's daughter.

In Rebel Rising novel, Saw explicitly talks about how he doesn't like how they prioritize things but remain critical about his methods. One of his former Partisans, Idryssa, went to form her own group in the Rebel Intelligence but found when she wanted to help liberate Tamsye Prime of slavery, the Alliance High Command didn't believe it was worth their time to fight, prioritizing other unnamed dilemmas. She ended up going to Saw in hopes he could do a recon mission that'll give her valuable intellgience. He lambasts her for it, telling her it's ironic she had all the ideas to help the galaxy but could only hope people like him do the dirty work. For context, that part of the story is where Saw gets invited to the Alliance (despite doing the worse thing he's done in canon), which he accepts the mssion for FREE, and it is that mission that created the reason why Jyn was abandoned (ill get to that later).

In the episode "In the Name of the Rebellion" for Star Wars Rebels, the Jaliandi Station the Empire established essentially made it possible for the Empire to quickly respond to any distubances, including a mission Hera was on that was botched unexpetedly. The episode, while grooming over Gerrera's methods, also mentioned that he already warned them about it and they ignored it, paying the price for it. This stems from the fact all their tactics are going to, ultimately, come to a "peaceful resoultion". They also try salvaging this by wanting to plant a tracker so they can also listen into communications and adjust their strategy. Both Ezra and even Hera herself believe it's a damn useless tactic and destroying it was the best option. Plot tiwst: it was. Empire took a L.

Rogue One had a big point that the Rebel leaders were unwilling to act decisively and Rebels had shown that for YEARS, Saw warned them that the Empire were building a superweapon. The reason he wasn't listen to? According to The Rebel Files, Mon Mothma dismissed him entirely on grounds that it was too extreme even for Palpatine and that she doesn't like his line cynicism. It took confirming the Death Star to convince her and High Command to talk to Gerrera and/or take him seriously, who has since cut contact with them altogether.

The Bad Batch is the most recent of these examples as his attempt to kill Tarkin and higher up leaders of the Empire led to a series of events that cumilated to Tech's death and TBB's eventual capture. A lot fans wanna blame Saw despite the fact that they interrupted HIS operation and he was planning to assassinate both Krennic and Tarkin included. Tech has a "counterpoint" but as the audience, we know thsoe two are instrumental to the Death Star and given Rogue One's context, the Empire wouldn't have been able to have a Death Star BECAUSE the research on kyber crystals came from Galen, who was a FRIEND of Krennic (to an extent; Galen wasn't favoring him that had especially later), and after Order 66, a lot of experts on that field were killed or they hid because they knew anybody involved with Jedi was gonna get hunted too. Saw would of killed two importantfigures in the Empire in one fell swoop and lets not forget it was TBB that alerted the Empire in the first place and he was doing it in YEAR 2, when the Empire was still up and coming and had a leadership deficit.

Both the Rebels and TBB show gave counter points with comparing his tactics to instead using it to gather intel. I wanted to address the fact that despite what Tech and one of the guys in High Alliance state that ultimately, they were WRONG: the Jailandi relay being destroyed was a all out positive and Tarkin and Krennic's respecitve connections is what brought to fruition two big parts of the Empire and you couldn't replace the leadership capability Tarkin had. It is literally no surprise in canon, the Empire fell apart in 4 years even if they were close to winning but even in that timeframe, both Sidious and Vader had to be more direct in their approach and the galaxy was quickly against them.

One of the real reasons the Alliance had problems was because of their leadership; it was a known fact that in general and especially after Bail's death, High Command would only act dependent on Mothma or otherwise be indecisive and stall. Her core belief was on searching for a peaceful resolution and she stood on that hill to the point she ERASED Saw contributions while being okay with it if it were her friends that did it, as according to Bloodlines, there have been at LEAST 2 instances prior to the destruction of the Death Star the Rebellion under her leadership engaged in "terrorist tactics", one that involved slaughter.

In fairness, Mothma had a problem with her camp (Rebel Intelligence) using those tactics but at the end of the day, guess what? She endorced Draven, even when he got on his mysoginistic bullshit with Jyn. The Alliance's own propaganda department had to start lying/exageratting because they found out ignorant people will not listen to the truth (shocker). [Star Wars Propaganda: A History of Persuasive Art in the Galaxy] And guess what? She signed off the destruction of the Death Star, which totalled to about 1.5 million deaths, the majority being civilians and low-ranking officers dedicated to maintaining it. (Bloodlines) Mothma spent YEARS ignoring, underplaying, and erasing Saw's influence, contributions, and her problem with him was personal, as essentially, she didn't like how Saw both underline the very methods she will have to endorce/support/perform one way or another and that his actions didn't benefit HER, as he was on that "IDGAF about her methods" team. All that and she ended up having to support doing the more morally repugnant things he said she would have to do.

In short? It's complex but Saw doesn't inheretly actually hurt the Rebellion in any special way, despite what the Empire propaganda in universe claims and some opinions of characters (typically Mothma).

"He is a short-sighted fool who just blows stuff up"

Another big claim I see fans put out here is that Saw lacks forsight and doesn't think things through. It's a hilarious thing because the "short sighted fool" was the only one who saw the the Death Star coming YEARS before anybody suspected otherwise. Characters spent so much time writing him off, trying their hardest to contend with it, and wanted so badly for him to just do things their way even when he told them they were fighting an enemy who plays dirty and didn't care about people.

Funny enough, Leia in canon (by the time she led the Resistance) doesn't actually hold too must amnimosity for Saw because at that point, the New Republic paid the price for playing with Mothma's mindset, the First Order took advantage of her compassionm, the Rebellion/New Republic's still possessed indecisiveness without a clear leader telling them what to do, and the Rebellion/New Republic did not learn their lessons when it comes with dealing with the Empire when they were the leading government. Leia had to create her own militia to fight the First Order and they didn't have no allies for a while. She actually thinks they owe him a lot (The Rebel Files)

Saw said it in Rebel Rising: it'll take a tragedy, the galaxy can't ignore it to get people actually united. And guess what? It happened...3 times over: the 2 Death Stars got people working together after the destruction of Alderaan (Jedha too except in universe, a lot people still bought Jedha being destroyed in a "mining accident") and Palpatine publically announcing himself alive was the only thing that got people to come together against the Empire/First Order/Final Order. The latter happened 35 YEARS AFTER HIS OWN DEATH.

I don't personally agree with his actual methods typically but lack of foresight my ass. Dude had foresight on a level comparable to a Jedi and he has no Force sensitivity. He called out the Death Star and knew what it'll take for the Alliance to get their shit together.

"He's a hot-head, self centered, paranoid leader who hurts his own allies"

I've seen a combination of things, especially regarding his character youthful appearances in Clone Wars/TBB, that suggest he is a hot-head, that he is paranoid (usually spoken in retrospect to his later appearances), and that he doesn't care for his allies. I've seen people in fanfiction try to say he burns people when they outlive their usefulness or claim he on'y is worried about his own skin.

That's especially not true. There's a reason why he parallels as a non-Force senstiive version of Anakin Skywalker; they are both hot headed, they are both competent leaders, they hate slavery and indentured servitude with a passion, their best trait is the care and compassion they have for others in which they subvert with logic and reasoning and it isn't always easy for them, and they are respectively feared in similar ways. With that said, there are some difference

Saw does possess compassion even with his darkness; he is willing to protect his Partisans and not risk their lives. Even though he loves them, he also KNOWS some of them are on that "Fuck them kids" team (which he is not all okay with) and typically tries doing good things for them, he "abandonded" Jyn (she knows why but she refused the explaination) because his own group were wanting to use her as a extortion tool for Galen, which didn't sit right with Saw. He genuinely likes Ezra and Sabine too. He likes Megyn. He was willing to help refugees displaced by the Empire way back since TBB. There's a reason for his own databank saying "Saw loses much in his decades of combat, but occasional flashes of the charismatic and caring man he once was shine through his calloused exterior". Even in his more morally bankrupt decisions like adopting Jyn as a child soldier, he explains he does it because he recognize that child innocence will not protect her from Stormtroopers and evil who don't care and rather teach her how to survive and fight for herself. And he genuinely teaches her everything he knows. She is a good foil for Leia for a myraidof reasons.

That man had inhailed Genosisian insecticide from a mission and chemical burns from saving Jyn's life and that man still fought. He apprently lost his leg the same year he died in and he was almost willing to keep fighting even when he was going off his rockers towards the end.

In all, it's again complicated when you get all things but he is not this cold man who abandons his allies at the first sign of trouble. He is one of the first original rebels, the Empire's most wanted person that isn't a Jedi or in the Alliance (tbf, he was dead then), and one of the most deadliest rebels the Alliance had without factoring in Jedi.

The real reason fans don't like him

Let be for real; a lot of people don't like Saw is because he parallels a lot with Mon Mothma, who is a white privilege woman who emobdies the traits associated with heroes (restraint with enemy, peaceful resolutions, "rising above to be better") though unlike Jedi, she is going to be judged differently because she won't have to worry about the responsibility of the Force and it's relation to a character's mindset. She is on the side of the protagonist whe emobody these similar traits so Saw is always going to be seen as "wrong", even when the good guys run headfirst into his methods like gundarks seeing headlights. That's not to say she doesn't have her own points, reasons, stife, and whatnot but fans in this fandom wanna side with "Mommy Mothma" for a reason.

Another reason is that he is a black character and unlike Mace Windu, he HAS crossed lines and does things morally repugnant and distasteful. That I will never argue. However, people love having black characters like that to vindicate and excuse their racist behavior; there were people on tumblr making actual comments about having a mob and lynching him after bein blamed for Tech's death and tried to pass it off as a joke. I have never seen peole wanna lynch mob Anakin Skywalker for killing younglings but they'll go talk about it for their residental, white-washed favorite boi (he's my favorite too btw) onto Saw and thought they were slick all the while pretend Tarkin isn't there or "Well he's a villain so it's expected". Got people out here making headcanons about how all the Clones hate Saw for what happened to Tech or xyz knows when most likely, they don't know or don't care like the way they think their faves would.

What personally frustrates me about this and why I'm invested in even calling this out is because, in all, this fandom will have people ask for nuance and looking at things beyond the surface but the moment the concept is rooted in ideas outside Western ideals or the character in question is a person of color or at least is "coded" as such, they lose their mind and spread the most surface level of misinformation and Saw is no exception.

Saw doesn't represent the favored protagonist; he does not follow their logic and mindset, isn't conventinally attractive to people in ANY iteration, and he is a BLACK MAN in a story about fighting oppression and tyranny using some of the Empire's curelty against them. It aint no surprise and yall not slick.

#saw gerrera #star wars #racism #fandom menace

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gildeddlily · 1 year

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finally re-reading stormbringer, first post of a long list (30 photos limit go die) we stan the flags

I read stormbringer this summer, and it was something (it destroyed me and made Chuuya became my favourite character of all bsd- more than anyone else (like sigma, he's my fav in the decay of angels arc), chuuya solos everyone and you know it shut up)

so, like I did with fifteen I feel the urge to share everything cause yeah we all need to suffer more

1. We Stan The Flags

This always makes me laugh, cause Chuuya's like "yeah, it's probably the shadiest and most dangerous role I could have as a non-executive, what's so important ab it? It's cool guys I'm not better than you all" (imposter syndrome sir)

I love Pianoman. I just- I love the Flags, and I will always fantasize ab a world where they're still alive. and them bullying chuuya is my favourite trope alr.

and i just know that in a no powers au chuuya would have been the kind of teenager to befriends people older than him like ten years age gap, cause people his age just weren't for him (in an healthy way guys)

try to not think ab chuuya's inability to accept gifts and love, and just some of the most powerful men in the mafia being excited ab a silly guy (silly chuuya who's stronger than half of them(gotta write chuuya and iceman first meeting))

the... the fruitiness of this sentence is menacing so I'm gonna- just yk

the au where Chuuya takes Lippman place ad the mafia's contact with the light is so beautiful and sad. and that fic where he takes chuuya on set I'm crying stop it

canon chuuya is so mean. Like not mean, just harsh. a lot of people only sees him as someone who gets mad at Dazai and is a peace of cake with everyone else- like no? he send to hell every person he talks to and goes on with "wanna know the power of gravity" every two seconds. he's just chuuya, gotta accept him as our little mass murder with anger issues that needs to be controlled cause the Mafia boss is afraid he's gonna die if he doesn't <333

and this is so beautiful in a way. he always talks ab killing dazai and dazai doesn't help with that, only giving him more reasons to do so, and same with the flag. anger issues maybe, but is he really angry with dazai and the others? we see him really mad, and it is not a pretty thing to watch- and they all know what mad chuuya really looks like and just know when he's yes angry but not really. everyone is ready to fight, and are relieved when things dont escalate (they love chuuya so much stop please)

they comfort him in a way that is heartwarming. they don't offer him useless words or things like "don't worry you have a past and you're human", they don't beat around the bush. Pianoman's like "hey, we know you don't know if you're human, and I'm gonna be super harsh ab it cause we're in the mafia and all of that but listen kid, here we are ab to solve your existential crisis"

even Iceman, the cold blooded hitman who almost killed chuuya a couple of times and was ab to try it five minutes before this, is fucking smiling. they're so happy to help him it hurts (just know iceman called him kid at least some times. he's the real big brother and I just know it)

yes, this is the first time chuuya has real friends- not kids he has to look after and protect without receiving gratitude but just a "it's the least you can do" attitude, not whatever-the-fuck-is-going-on with dazai, just friends. they spend time sìtogether, they give eachother gifts. they're kind with eachother in the ways the know how

an chuuya doesn't know what to do, cause he has never had this type of relationship with anyone, the "give-receive" mechanism that every relationship should have. he doesn't know what to do, and I need to hug him

and then the gag we needed and something I need to draw (Pianoman definitely is the tired mom. Iceman is the dad cause yeah who other. Chuuya and Albatross the sons, Doc the gay emo cousin (what do you mean you wish to be carried by Adam sir) and Lippman the sassy aunt. just see it)

he kind of is sir (he's fucking sixteen just kill me)

something I love ab him is the fact that he's emotionally constipated but like one of the less serious one. he knows that he can be easy to read since he's very open ab his emotions (even if they understand he could just kill everyone, so), but can be serious in a way a teenager shouldn't be able to. he chooses to be so open with dazai, the flags and the people he cares about. the trust king fr

they all know he's gonna come back (and that he's crying) cause he probably wanted them to, or he would have reacted worse to getting understood so easily

and this is the trope asagiri give us so many times and the best one in the history of tropes. bad scary guys having fun with some other bad scary guys and enjoying their time together like normal people.

...kafka, my love, stop it. you were doing do good

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #stormbringer #chuuya nakahara #the flags #bsd verlaine #bsd chuuya nakahara #bsd stormbringer #reading things and making too many screenshots #bsd spoilers

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welcometoteyvat · 3 months

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random but have you thought abt gaming and hutao?

funny story anon, when I was writing ga-ming's fake voicelines and needed to give him more characters to talk about, I was considering adding a hu tao voiceline, but decided against it because I didn't really see a reason for them to meet (besides via friends (new liyue 6ang addition?!?!?!)). lowkey I now feel validated bc they don't have any in-game voicelines abt each other, but this would be a very boring ask if it just stopped here lol.

there's something to be said about gaming and hu tao's family baggage vs their cheerful external demeanor vs both doing a job that isn't super well received (?) by people in liyue harbor. but hu tao leans into her eccentricities a lot more while gaming is on the 'likeable by everyone' grind LOL also the dad similarities might increase if we ever get 76th funeral parlor director lore: hu tao's parents have been conspicuously missing forever, where did genshin put them? an interesting possibility would be if the 76th somehow split off from the family trade and subsequently got wiped from the family tree bc of ideological diffs (like ht's beef with baizhu), which could increase gaming and hu tao's possible shared father(?) troubles. but besides that I feel like there's not too much similarity there. They're both enthusiastic outward facing individuals, but idk if they'd have an interesting dynamic if they met.*

Although, you know that voiceline where hu tao does a magic trick and makes a butterfly of fire? and also how she plays with those lion statues outside the ministry of civil affairs? those two things would be straight up gamings alley ngl like he'd be so down for that kind of whimsy and playfulness. also hu tao would be a good candidate for a 2nd lion dance partner. she'd be completely down for doing odd jobs and this is absolutely a fun odd job, at least until she gets tired of it or has to focus on official business lol. idt she's the type to work hard at it; she's just there to try it out because it looked cool but gaming appreciates the enthusiasm regardless. would request to be the lions head in order to lunge at people and also pick greens. also there's potential for a gaming yun jin xingqiu hu tao tea appreciation club

oh also i think smth underrated abt hu tao is how shes like cheery and eccentric but takes her job seriously and has unidentifiable but occasionally present baggage .... which i already mentioned before is similar to how 75% of gm's voicelines are cheery, and then the other 25% is emotional conflict. idk! maybe under the right conditions, they could open up to each other and sympathize

*addendum: imo, hu tao has mostly moved on from her grief over her grandfather's death, and she doesn't have any regrets about the state of their relationship when he passed away, since they were pretty close and never on bad terms. My personal hc is that she still has some things she wished she said, ie. sincere thoughts and feelings from the heart that she usually avoids talking about (she would say "nice speech, but that kind of killed the mood" if someone made one of those anime protag power of friendship monologues). in my head, her grandpa taught her everything about death and funeral customs, played with her/listened to her poetry, pretended to go along w her pranks, and was in general a very loving person, but I don't think hu tao ever explicitly told him "I love you" before he died. she canonically tried to find him right after he passed away but knew that he wouldn't be there. by now i think she's made peace with his death, but still has a certain wistfulness about things she didn't think of saying. and then on the flip side, if ga-ming could see his mom again, he'd probably spend a whole day talking to her i think. he's also not someone to get drunk on grief or regrets, but i don't think he's quite gotten over it completely, and his rocky relationship with his father (before lantern rite 2024) makes this more emotional idk. not sure where I'm going with this, but maybe hu tao would be able to talk him through a bit of this messiness and urge him to simply continue with his own life. or show him that his mother was not at the border, perhaps never lingered there, because she didnt think there was any unfinished business with him or his father that she needed to worry about. the annoying thing about death is that even if the dead person was free of regrets, those who are still living will still miss them. maybe both gaming and hu tao would be able to understand that and/or sympathize with it. or maybe they'd just be silly together who knows, up to you

edit: it'd also be so funny to have gaming call hu tao "boss hu" 胡老板～～～～～～～

#ty for the ask anon! sorry about the late reply and the word vomit it was accidental #and as always if You have thoughts pls pls tell i love listening to peoples headcanons #gaming #ga-ming #hu tao #asks #anon ask #teyvat thoughts #gaming genshin #genshin impact #gaming genshin impact #嘉明

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fischltao · 2 years

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You, me and the moon (Sitting next to the window sill)

pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader

notes: i just read "In another life" so i must make it everyone's problem now.

warnings: ANGST!!!! mentions of death/character deaths, swearing, undiagnozed medical condition, fluff, canon wise but kind of an alternate universe, suffering, unhealthy weight loss.

plot: Y/N Y/L/N loves the moon

Tsukishima had always spent his walk home, alone.

Sure Yamaguchi would walk with him but that was only up until a certain point of the neighborhood and then he was left to go on alone with his favorite music blasting through his headphones. He didn’t mind. In fact he loved being able to listen to his playlist in peace.

However, life works in unexplicable ways and nothing ever stays the same.

"Gather around we have some news for you" Coach Ukai announced as the team swarmed around him and... the cute girl that hid behind the blonde dyed male on the entrance of Karasuno's gym "This is Y/N-san, she's a first year and she will be practicing coaching with me"

Tsukishima knew her from their shared class but they had never once interacted, she had only spoken to Yamaguchi, a mere question about whether their home teacher would be absent that day or not. When Yamaguchi and Tsukishima had been walking home after school, Tadashi made a comment about how the pretty girl in their class had also been incredibly kind and sweet.

Tsukishima paid no attention. It's a random girl.

"Tsukishima-san and Yamaguchi-san are in my class, it's also really nice to meet the rest of you here too" she spoke in a low voice and bowed humbly. Yamaguchi blushed and bowed back but Tsukishima simply just scoffed and looked away.

"Be nice to her" Daichi scolded the taller male immediately as Tsukishima rolled his eyes and eventually bowed back, hoping that would make his upperclassmen get off his ass. As if.

In the following days Tsukishima had found himself in a very awkward situation as Yamaguchi had found out that Y/N lived really close to the area they both lived at and it would only make sense if all three of them walked home together. Kei wouldn't really talk to her. And he wouldn't really talk to Tadashi either. The young girl and his freckled faced friend seemed to hit it off especially well, indulging in timeless conversations that he couldn't find himself joining.

Y/N lived only three block away from Tsukishima's house which was about 4 blocks away from Tadashi's house, meaning that him and Y/N would spent the time together until they reached Tsukishima's house and yet she wouldn't talk to him and he wouldn't talk to her. It was a slightly awkward yet not uncomfortable silence until they would eventually have to say "Goodnight" and then the cycle would repeat itself every day for weeks.

"Goodnight, Kei" she yawned before moving to wear the pair of ear buds that had previously been dangling off her neck

"I'm going to walk with you a bit more" Tsukishima spoke startling the young girl "They said in the announcements this morning that some creep goes around and picks on girls so,I'm walking you all the way home" He shouldn't care. She was just a girl.

However, the fact that he “didn't really care” isn’t enough to make him the asshole that would just leave a 16 year old girl walk back home alone with a weird old guy on the loose.

"You dont have to Kei, I can manage" She spoke, shying away from the tall blonde "Thanks for the offer though I really appreciate-"

"Don't make this weird, I'll walk you back home and then I'll head back myself" He said as she sighed in defeat and led the way to her house. Tsukishima couldn't help but think as to how he'd never noticed her especially with how close they lived to each other.

"Kei?"

She begun addressing him by his first name a few weeks ago and he never actually seemed to mind when she did it. Not that he would ever admit it though.

"Hm?"

"What music do you listen to?"

"Why do you wanna know?"

"Well I see you walking around with your headphones just like me all the time and I've been wondering what's your music taste like" She expressed, eyes fixated on the moon that shined brightly in the dark sky

"I dont know I just listen to anything I like"

"Well I wanna know what you like"

Why is she suddenly so talkative with him? She didn't have to just cause he was walking her back home. He didn't care about her so why did she care so much about his music taste.

"I like-"

And then Tsukishima found out just how easy talking to her really is.

(__________________________________________)

A month later and it became daily routine for them to listen to songs together as they walked back home, sharing Y/N's earbuds, while in silence. There was no need for words to be spoken. From up until then, the silence between them had been comforting and a part of their evenings.

Tsukishima often caught himself wondering whether she lived alone or not since her house always seemed dark and... oddly quiet? He really couldn't explain it but sometimes it looked as if she was the only habitat. He never asked.

The song ended right on time that they reached her house. The two friends bid their goodnights and soon Tsukishima was back at the comfort of his own house, ready to have dinner with his mother and older brother,Akiteru.

"Saw you walking with a girl earlier" His brother teased,causing the younger blonde to roll his eyes and pick on his mashed potatoes.

"We share classes and shes learning to coach in my volley club"

"Just that?"

"We are friends too, one could say"

"Hey what's her name? She seems oddly familiar"

"Y/N Y/L/N" at the mention of her name, an uneasy silence filled the room as Akiteru and his mother shared sad looks "Why are you guys looking at each other like that?"

"You dont know?" Kei raised an eyebrow and shrugged, taking a bite off his cutlet "Her parents both died a while ago in a car accident and her older brother was left to take care of her. He goes to my college so I doubt she has company at home most of the time" His mother sighed sadly "Poor girl, I can't imagine what she's going through, my heart breaks over thinking about her alone in that big house"

And Tsukishima Kei was at loss of words.

Sure he had suspected something had been off about her home life but he would never have been able to suspect something like that. Even he felt bad about it.

"Kei, how about you invite her over for dinner tomorrow?"

"What?"

"Invite Y/N-san for tomorrow's dinner, my heart would feel more at ease if she at least came over for dinner,we have enough food to spare"

And Tsukishima scoffed, what an inconvenience.

He didn't want her to feel like he pitied her no matter how much he claimed that he didn't care about what she thought. The thought kept him up that night, thinking whether or not he should invite her over like his mother recommended. Fuck it, he muttered and grabbed his phone, looking up their chat.

From Tsukishima Kei (Sent at 00:30AM)

《Hey, you up?》

Y/N:

《I'm up, is everything okay?》

Her reply wasnt even a minute late. Tsukishima tried to shake the image of her alone in a dark room waiting for someone to talk to.

Kei:

《Why are you up dumbass, it's a school day》

Y/N:

《Why are YOU up?》

And only then did he realize just how stupid his question really was

Kei:

《Mom saw me walking you home and she wants me to invite you for dinner》

Y/N:

《Damn, Kei, what are we?》

Was that an attempt of flirting? It was probably just her joking.

Kei:

《Shut up. You coming or not》

Y/N:

《Sure :) See you tomorrow at school》

Kei:

《Go to sleep dumbass》

And then Tsukishima had another reason not to sleep for.

(__________________________________________)

After that day it had become an everyday occurrence that Y/N would have her dinner at the Tsukishima household and then Kei would be walking her back home, keeping up with their routine of sharing earbuds and listening to music.

For once, Kei seemed to enjoy a habit that involved another person’s company. Over time he grew really fond of Y/N and genuinely looked forward to spend dinner with her every single day. And at times Y/N felt that she was at Tsukishima's house more than her own.

She didn’t mind. Her house was lonely and cold and cooking dinner for one was a chore since she never got the portions right. She'd either end up with too much or too little food,no matter how much she loved cooking. Now she didn't have to ask her brother for as much money either, feeling less guilty over how her brother insisted her to live her teenage years as normally as possible and have him pay for her expenses. Besides that, she loved Kei's mom company and she...

She also loved Kei's company. She really did.

Tsukishima had been so used to having every dinner spent with her that when Yamaguchi suggested that he wanted to invite Y/N over for dinner at his house Kei couldn't wash down the bitter taste in his tongue.

"She's already coming to mine"

"But Tsukki-"

"No"

"Maybe we should ask her and she what she wants" Tadashi suggested while they were in the gym as he called out for her. Not much after, she joined the conversation between her two closest friends "I was thinking that maybe you could come to my house tonight for dinner for a change, I can walk you back home right after too" And Tsukishima gritted his teeth awaiting for Y/N's response.

He really didn't want her to accept. Who was he going to listen to music with? He had been dying to show her that one song he had discovered. And who would his mom talk to about netflix’s true crime documentaries and what would he do after dinner? She simply shouldn't go.

Waiting for her response felt like hours and he kept reminding himself, why do you even care? Because if his mind slipped, he would have realized he didn't just care because of their shared routine.

"Im sorry Yams, Tsukishima's mom already told me she'd make me my favorite dish today, thank you so much for the invitation, maybe another day we can all have dinner together?" And at her words, Tsukishima felt a smirk creep up his face, his veins coursing with satisfaction when Tadashi kindly nodded and changed the subject to something else.

"Why did you look at me like that when Tadashi invited me over at his, this morning?" His eyes momentarily left the plate he was washing to her drying another one

"Like what?"

"Kei"

"Well like you said mom made you your favorite so it'd be annoying to miss it" He stopped for a bit to pass her the wet plate "Plus Tadashi's mom doesn't cook that nice"

"Would you miss me?"

"What?"

"Would you miss me, Kei?"

And at that he let a laugh shake his body before flicking the girl's forehead,making warm water splash on her features as she whined, annoyed by Tsukishima's action.

"Idiot"

(__________________________________________)

Spring break was right around the corner and one thing occupied Tsukishima's mind. Would Y/N stop coming around? She usually came after school and on weekends she'd either be out with him and Yams, with the team or her older brother when he came to visit. He had wanted to ask her if she'd be able to go over at his house and claim that it was just his mom's wishes but a voice inside him stopped him from doing so by reminding him of how awkward it would make him seem if he asked her that out loud. Y/N wasn’t stupid. He needed to think of a different way to imply that he wanted her part of his day even during spring break without being too forward and yet he couldn’t think of anything good enough.

So one day after dinner, when he was walking her back to her house listening to a random playlist it came as a surprise to her that he stopped the song and took his earbud out all of a sudden.

"Kei are you okay?" She questioned, standing a little to close to his personal space, not that he minded anyways.

"What are you doing during spring break?"

"Eh not much i guess. My brother will be working at the city he's studying to so he won't be able to visit either"

"Good" he mumbled, making the girl slightly jump because, what did Tsukishima even mean with that "Then you'll be coming at my house every single day, or I can just come to yours" He said nonchalantly as he kept moving forward towards her home but it wasn't until a couple of steps later that he realized, Y/N hadn’t been walking along with him.

Instead she was frozen a place, her eyes glossy and a soft smile curling at the ends of her lips as she stared at Kei and just the sight was enough to bring color to his cheeks.

"Idiot"

From Y/N Y/L/N (Sent at 2:50AM)

《Kei? Are you awake?》

It had been one of the few nights Tsukishima had been up late without any reason, so as he heard the buzz of his phone at this hour he couldnt help the shiver that coursed through his entire body.

Kei:

《It's almost 3AM, are you okay?》

Y/N:

《Kei I'm so scared》

Kei:

《Y/N what's wrong?》

Y/N:

《I think I heard someone outside the house and i don't know what to do, I'm scared》

And no matter how strong he saw her as for being able to manage living on her own after everything that happened to her family, he was reminded that she was just a 16 year old girl. She still got scared over random noises and she was still afraid to sleep in the dark.

Kei:

《I'm coming over, don't open the door to anyone unless it's me,okay?》

Y/N:

《Hey you don't have to, I just needed to talk to you to ease my nerves》

(Read by Tsukishima Kei at 2:56AM)

Tsukishima left a quick note on the kitchen table and exited the house as fast as he could. He had wished it was just her imagination and not an actual threat tormenting his friend. Stupid, he kept mumbling on his way to her neighborhood. You are so stupid for making me do this.

Upon reaching her doorstep, he let her know that it was him knocking on the door and no longer than a few seconds later he heard the sound of her feet on the wooden floor, the sound making him smile a bit and then the door was flung open, revealing a disheveled looking Y/N.

Her eyes lit up when they met his and she pulled him inside the house, panting lightly by her small run to the door. She looked exhausted and yet she smiled and deep down she knew that Tsukishima Kei would've never done this for anyone else.

They spent that night on her bedroom, perched up against the window and gazing at the stars while soft tunes played in the background. They'd often talk about nothing. Tsukishima would spill random facts about the most random topics and she'd listen carefully, being the only person besides Yamaguchi that would listen to his random rants genuinely.

Tsukishima had noticed for a while that she loved to look at the moon. It's not like it was a big thing or anything, sure the moon was pretty but he was curious as to why she'd look at it with so much....devotion?

"You always stare at the moon, Y/N-san"

"It's so pretty, isn't it?" She admired,perching her chin on her hand as her eyes never left the sky. I guess so, he mumbled and she hummed "I have always loved looking up to it and now" She took a deep breath and turned her gaze at him who, instead of the moon, watched her intensly "and now the moon reminds me of you"

And with that she turned back to admiring the moon again, leaving Kei with a soft tint on his cheeks.

"Kei do you think we'll get to go to the moon together one day?"

(__________________________________________)

"I don't like this song"

"But I do"

"Well its bad"

"Well I don't care"

"You have shitty taste"

It was some time during their spring time that Y/N suggested they create a shared playlist filled with their favorite songs so that they could listen to when they spent time together and not only. However they constantly bickered over which songs would make the cut and even Akiteru from the next room wanted to smash his head against the wall due to the constant noise.

"Kei we'll make a compromise" She spoke seriously "If we put this song in, I'll let you pick the next one even if I hate it"

He scoffed and shook his head "No"

"But WHY?"

"Because my taste in music is amazing and you could never hate something I like" He answered with a smug smile on his face as she rolled her eyes and threw a pillow against him.

"Asshole" she whispered and added the song anyways "Hey what are we naming the playlist?"

"I dont know? Like something our names and stuff?"

"Okay 'our names and stuff' "

"Ha-ha very funny" He teased and leaned over shoulder to look at what she was actually naming the playlist.

Tsukki's and Y/N's playlist :)

"That's not my name, y'know"

"Kei-"

"That's right Y/N-san"

(__________________________________________)

Tsukishima wasn't really fond of the rain when he had volleyball practice. His shoes would get all muddy and the floor in the gym would get extra slippery. Not only that but he also seemed to always forget to bring an umbrella and he always had to squeeze under Y/N's smaller one, not that he minded,he could easily walk under Yamaguchi's and yet he chose to be under the strawberry pink almost kid sized umbrella of his much shorter friend. Both would start getting wet eventually and she'd complain about how annoying wet clothes on skin felt like, especially if they were made from wool. His glasses would get all fogged up too. It was an inconvenience to say that least.

"Tsukishima-san, have you seen Y/N-san?" Kiyoko questioned from the benches. She wasn't there? She never was no more than a few minutes late so it was unususal behavior for her to be this late. Tsukishima shrugged at the dark haired third-year and started pacing towards her.

"She's not here yet?"

"No, the rest of the first years don't know either and i sent yacchi to look for her a little earlier"

The whole scene felt scripted as the moment that Kiyoko mentioned Yacchi, she bursted through the doors, out of breath with a panicked look in her face, Takeda-sensei and coach Ukai being the first to approach the blonde first year alarmed. Tsukishima knew that something was terribly wrong.

"Y/N-chan is in the hospital"

Tsukishima was right.

(__________________________________________)

It had been a few months since Y/N Y/L/N had been admitted to the hospital and the doctors still hadn't been able to diagnose her with something in particular. Only thing they knew was that her condition would only go downhill if they didn't find anything to help her get better soon.

Her brother wasn't around much either. He had to work double the shifts just so he would've been able to cover the insurance for Y/N's medical bills. He would face time her any moment he could but soon, his facetimes were reduced to only phone calls. It was better off that way because he knew that looking at her now sickly and bony face would tear him apart. He had to stay strong for his younger sister. But seeing her at this state was enough to bring tears to his eyes.

People would visit Y/N every other day, whether it'd be her friends, the team with coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei, Tsukishima's mom and brother and yet, the one person that almost never left the hospital was Kei himself. Kei never left Y/N's side. He kept her company, fed and took her for walks around the hospital without ever getting tired of spending his time with her.

He hated hospitals and he hated that she out of all people had to go through that. Why did it have to be her? She already had so much on her plate and an undiagnosed condition that the doctors had zero clue on how to treat was the last thing that she needed.

A little after her condition seemed to deteriorate, Tsukishima started wondering whether there would be a day together that would've been their last. He wondered if he had to say goodbye and how his life would be without her in the picture.

It both pained him physically and mentally. For the past year she had been such a strong presence in his life that he knew without her, everything would be empty. He knew he couldn't do it without her.

Everyone often commented on how weak she looked now in comparison to her healthier days. Her eyes and skin didn’t have the same shine they used to and she had lost a mortifying amount of weight from not being able to process anything more than soft foods. Y/N was a living ghost, balancing between the world of the living and the dead every minute passing by.

Yet Tsukishima Kei never questioned her beauty, not even once.

As time would pass, less and less people would visit Y/N, opting to just text her from her mobile phone instead of visiting her to the hospital. They claimed that they weren't able to keep seeing her at her current state and that they wanted to remember Y/N like she always had been. Strong and healthy. Tsukishima would never let her know that though, he had a feeling that it would upset her.

Why the fuck do they keep talking about her like she's going to die? It pissed Tsukishima off. It really did. Yet it was a funny situation because the usually pessimistic Tsukishima Kei, was the only one left with hope in his heart.

Even Yamaguchi had started to give up hope on Y/N getting better and Tsukishima silently resented him for it. He understood that it was not the case but sometimes he felt like what people really meant to say was that she just needed to hurry up and die so that they could be able to go on with their lives properly.

He hated it. He hated it so much.

"Kei?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think I'm going to die?" She mumbled weakly, her voice hoarse from the minimum amount of speaking she had been able to do. Tsukishima looked at her sadly and moved to touch her frail hand, tracing random shapes on her skin. He honestly didn't know what to reply. He didn't want to upset her and yet he didn't want to lie straight to her face. He simply chose to change the subject and voice his opinions on something random, like the taste of the ice cream flavor she particularly asked for a few hours prior. "I don't want to die. Not yet"

He wanted to say something. Anything to comfort her and yet no words came out of his mouth as she struggled to speak.

"If I had one wish, I'd ask for us two to live forever" She smiled, staring off to nothing in particular. The hospital room didn't have the greatest view and from the layout of it, she couldn't stare at the moon anymore.

"You wouldn't ask to get better?"

"You silly, if I could live forever I wouldn't be sick anymore"

How he wished she could live forever. Maybe then he would've found the right words to use. She would feel loved and once they grew up and had stable jobs they would be able to live together and start a family of their own. If only they could live forever.

Tsukishima was never good with expressing his feelings and yet Y/N had never felt more loved by a person in her entire life.

(__________________________________________)

At times Y/N would express how much she wanted to be able to see the moon from her room. She knew that wouldn't happen though so she simply stopped asking about it. There was no need for pointless wants. However Kei, picked up on how she would gradually ask less and less about it, something that he found alarming.

He thought about asking her, or maybe he could ask the hospital staff to move her to a room with a better view but ended up opting not to since they'd brush him off for causing that much inconvenience over a dying girl.

It was 11PM on a friday that he noticed something different about Y/N.

She had been much more talkative that day. She spoke about anything and everything as she flailed her thin hands around, complaining about how the IV stuck on her arm couldn't let her express herself to the fullest. He chuckled at her dramatic demeanor and slightly scolded her as she joked that she should just rip them off for being useless and sabotaging her.

In his eyes it was her way of saying that she was getting better. Maybe the treatments had finally start to work. Maybe his Y/N was coming back and he wished that soon he'd be able to take her out to the cute cafe that opened near Karasuno and just maybe... He would've been able to sneak a kiss

At 11PM she grew tired, drained from the day of non stop talking and joking around with Tsukishima. When the doctors let him take her for a walk in a wheelchair after a while she even felt like it was the best day of her life. Her eyes felt droopy as she watched Tsukishima shut the blinds from her spot on the bed.

"The moon looks beautiful tonight, Kei, don't you think?"

"Hm? But you didn't get to see the moon tonight, idiot" He nervously chuckled,slightly confused over what she actually meant.

"Well I always think the moon is beautiful, Kei"

And as her eyes closed that night, she dreamt of the moon. But the moon had blonde hair and square glasses. The moon now loved playing volleyball and the moon loved Y/N Y/L/N.

And Tsukishima Kei knew that if he had a chance to go to the moon, he'd go with Y/N.

The end.

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