#my apologies to the anon for taking their ideas and running in this direction with them
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jonsa inspired by “children of dune?”
thanks to the anon that messaged @esther-dot recently about parallels with the dune series, i’ve been thinking a lot about what grrm might have taken away from dune in terms of themes, reactions, plot points, and more.
i began thinking today about the end of the third book, children of dune, which rounds out what many think of as the dune trilogy. there are additional books in the series, but these are set far in the future, so children of dune can be seen as the end of the story of paul atreides which the first book began.
warning: spoilers for the entire dune series will follow, for anyone trying to avoid those!
plot summary
children of dune focuses on paul’s twin children, leto ii and ghanima atreides. when paul overthrows the imperial house corrino to become emperor himself, he marries the former emperor’s daughter, imperial princess irulan, to cement his rule. however, paul refuses to sleep with her, so at the end of his reign, his heirs are the children of his beloved concubine, the newborn twins leto and ghanima (side note: ghanima is actually the older twin).
because the twins are babies at the point when paul gives up his throne, his younger sister alia serves as regent for them. due to alia’s own tragic circumstances, she becomes an enemy to the young twins. so, the twins, who possess prescient powers similar to their father’s, plot to ensure their own safety and leto’s accession to the throne. at the age of nine, leto runs away and, while in hiding, undergoes a transformation that sees his body fuse with a mystical creature. he leaves behind his sister, ghanima, who is vulnerable to use as a pawn in others’ plots to take the throne.
eventually, leto re-emerges, having gained new skills and resolve during his time in hiding, overthrows his tyrannical aunt, and marries his sister ghanima to prevent her being used as a pawn to challenge his claim to the throne. however, the transformation leto underwent rendered him incapable of fathering children, so while he is married to ghanima, he has no intention of consummating the marriage. instead, he makes an agreement with farad’n corrino, a member of the former ruling dynasty which leto’s father had overthrown, to become ghanima’s concubine and father the future atreides line.
farad’n’s mother, a princess of house corrino, had been attempting to murder leto and ghanima to restore her own house to throne. farad’n grows disgusted with his mother’s attempts to gain the throne, leading him to join with the atreides. the agreement between leto, ghanima, and farad’n allows the atreides and corrino lines to merge their claims, thus resolving the conflict over the throne.
the story is, of course, more complex than that. it is especially important to note that leto and ghanima are hesitant to take the throne initially because they have foreseen the great personal sacrifice it will require. leto ultimately makes a sacrifice of his own personal happiness and personhood to ascend to the throne, not because he desires power or wishes to carry on his family’s legacy but because he and ghanima have foreseen a terrible threat to humankind in the future and have a plan to use the power of the throne to guide humanity to safety.
parallels
as i considered this story, the parallels to the tv show ending of king of westeros bran/queen in the north sansa began to jump out at me.
like leto, bran goes missing at a young age and during that time undergoes mystical training and a physical transformation that involves fusing with a magical creature, the weirwood tree. he eventually re-emerges, changed forever, and takes the throne. while the tv show didn’t do much with bran’s powers, the books have strong hints that they are in some way tied to one of the greatest threats to humankind, the others. (another side note: i tend to see more parallels between leto ii’s “golden path” and the targaryens’ “prince that was promised” prophecy than what’s going on with bran, especially in terms of how leto feels that mass levels of human suffering are the price he has to pay to ensure humanity’s survival. but of course grrm isn’t going to copy another story beat for beat but instead will grab the parts that resonate with him and use them to tell the story he wants to tell.)
however, bran cannot have children of his own. the tv show claims that this makes him a better candidate for the throne (???), but of course in the books it will likely be seen as a disadvantage because of the lack of a clear succession. if king bran does end up needing to designate an heir, the most likely candidate would be a descendant of his eldest living sibling: his sister, sansa.
sansa, like ghanima, starts out under threat from a tyrannical regent (multiple ones actually: cersei, tywin, lysa, littlefinger) but becomes a ruler alongside her brother at the end of the tv show. bran and sansa of course do not marry, but they are co-rulers of the continent of westeros. and, just like ghanima, sansa is bran’s only real option for an heir from his own family (arya theoretically could marry and have children, but if she’s not even in westeros at the end of the story like in the tv show, that won’t do him a lot of good)--and if bran and sansa don’t plan carefully for sansa’s future marriage and the succession of both crowns, the next generation could see the continent break out into war again.
so, much like in the case of leto and ghanima, bran has a vested interest in ensuring sansa marries someone who won’t be a threat to either of their claims.
and, you know, just like in the case of farad’n corrino, a surviving member of the dynasty bran and sansa’s father helped to overthrow could prove to be a major threat to the stability of bran’s rule. so, say, if there happened to be a targaryen still hanging around westeros somewhere at the end of the story, wouldn’t bran have a strong interest in ensuring that that person’s descendants didn’t become a threat to his rule? (especially if said targaryen had a female relative who was a princess of the former ruling house who threatened the lives of bran and/or sansa while trying to take the throne back for her own dynasty...)
just spitballing here, but if there were a male targaryen still in westeros, and sansa’s children are going to be bran’s heirs anyway, then marrying sansa to said targaryen would actually be a smart method for smoothing the way for sansa’s child to accede to the iron throne. her children would have a claim through both their mother (as the current king’s sister) and their father (as a member of the previous dynasty).
conclusions
we don’t know for sure whether grrm was influenced by the dune series, but there are some striking parallels between the journey leto ii undergoes and bran’s own journey. it is very possible grrm wrote bran in response to the character of leto ii.
there are also some interesting parallels in the struggle for the throne which children of dune sets up and the resolution of said struggle, at least in terms of the tv series’s ending. the extremely critical question of succession which the tv show so carelessly glossed over in its ending is at the heart of the resolution that frank herbert wrote for children.
that resolution involves:
1.) a boy with superhuman powers choosing to take the throne after gaining resolve through a mystical transformation
2.) sibling marriage to protect a woman’s claim from being usurped
3.) siblings as co-rulers
4.) the monarch designating his sister’s children as his heirs because he can’t have children of his own
5.) marriage between a man of the former dynasty and a woman of the current one to resolve a dispute over the throne and hopefully belay future ones
6.) a man agreeing that his children will bear their mother’s family name rather than his own
we don’t have absolute confirmation that grrm plans to make bran king of westeros, but there is some evidence that this is one of the plot points he shared with the showrunners. the question of grrm’s interest in or influence from dune aside, the example provided by children of dune’s leto/ghanima/farad’n trio shows that if bran becomes king of westeros (and sansa and jon both live to the end of the series), a sansa/jon pairing is almost guaranteed to be the best way to secure the succession.
(and if jonsa was originally meant to be part of the story but was scrapped in later seasons, that could explain why the question of succession post-bran was addressed so sloppily by the tv show...)
Edit: now with a part 2
#jonsa#my apologies to the anon for taking their ideas and running in this direction with them#lol#i tried to avoid this going into other tags but i'm girding my loins nonetheless#jonsa meta
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Light on - single mom/neighbors fic
Simon Riley/female reader
Prompt: You ask Simon to babysit for you last minute. For @that-fangirl-1106 and three anons
“Thank you so, so much. I owe you.”
Simon stops short at your door, brows raising in surprise. He expected to see you in your ‘house clothes’ as you call them, leggings, or an old pair of jeans with a t shirt. Instead, you’re wearing a skirt, a short skirt, swell of your breasts just visible inside the V of your shirt, and his stomach twists, confusion thrumming in his veins. What is this? Where are you going? When you called and asked him to help you watch Emma for a bit, he just assumed it was so you could run some errands or something, take some time for yourself. Not for… whatever this is.
You’ve got Emmaline on your hip, waist curved to accommodate her, and she’s babbling at you with a happy smile.
“Are you sure it’s not an inconvenience? My sitter bailed last minute.” The door lock clicks into place behind him, and he holds his tongue, stopping the flow of one hundred questions, biting down on the urge to pull you into his chest and tell you- you’re not actually going anywhere.
Would you agree? Would you look up at him with that sweet, beautiful face, and tell him that you won’t? That you’ll stay here, with him, instead. Where you belong.
“Simon?” Shit.
“It’s fine. I’m happy to help.” Emma coos, looking up at him, little legs wriggling in her onesie and his heart thumps a little harder, the green poison of jealously cooling just slightly when he realizes it doesn’t matter where you’re going. You’ll be coming home to him, and Emmaline, at the end of your night.
Still. He has to ask. He has to know.
“Where are you going?” You hand the baby to him, clucking softly, rubbing your fingers through her wispy crop of curls.
“Out with this guy I met!” You’re excited, practically beaming, and your fingers find the hem of your shirt, anxiously plucking at it. “It’s been a while since like-“ you stop yourself, embarrassment heating your face, and you clear your throat. “No one’s asked me on a date in a while. Single moms aren’t really… a hot commodity.” His stomach clenches at the idea of another man thinking you’re a hot anything, let alone even looking in your direction.
“Where are you going? Who is he?”
“To the little Thai spot on seventh.” You give him an odd look. “And he’s a guy I met at the library.”
“The library?”
“Yeah, during story time.” You’re pulling a jacket on, and he clenches his jaw so tight he could chew through concrete. “Alright, baby, love you.” You step into his orbit, dab of perfume still wet on your neck, heat pressing into his side when you bend to kiss Emma on her forehead. Your hand brushes his against her back, something clouding your gaze when you look up into his face, something hopeful and honeyed sweet, with just a glimpse of longing, enough that blood roars in his ears.
He should ask you to stay, tell you he’ll take you instead. Or take you somewhere better, take you anywhere you want to go.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he watches you slip out the front door, blowing the baby in his arms one last kiss goodnight with a wave of your palm.
An hour later, a key scrapes against the metal of the lock. He’s got Emmaline and her favorite stuffed giraffe in his arms, walking circles in the kitchen, bouncing her lightly to try to soothe her pre bedtime tears, a normal routine he’s seen you do more than once.
You slip through the door with a whispered apology, tired eyes rimmed in red.
“Hey.” You reach for Emma, giving her a big smile and holding her to your chest, little kisses from your lips dotting her head, her cheeks. Your eyes slip closed, tension sagging from your shoulders, and he frowns,
“What happened?”
“Nothing. He uh, didn’t show.” Oh, sweetheart. You shrug, brushing it off. “But that’s okay, isn’t it?” you coo at Emma, smoothing a hand up and down her back. “Yeah, that’s okay. Mum doesn’t need anyone but you, huh Emmaline?” You say something about putting her to bed, and he barely hears you, too busy thinking about finding the piece of shit that decided to stand you up and breaking every bone in his body.
You reappear once you’ve got her down, and he still hasn’t made himself scarce, lingering in your kitchen, hands in his pockets. He feels out of place, heart panging at the dejected look at your face.
“Fuck that guy.” He grunts, and you crack a smile, tucking your arms around yourself. “He’s an idiot.”
“Yeah.” You’re sullen, rejected, and it makes his blood boil, rage coursing through him knowing that someone made you feel less than the wonder you are. “Thanks for… I guess hanging out with her for a little while, at least. It was really nice of you.”
“Anytime.” The kitchen is silent for a moment, reflecting your somber mood, and just as he’s about to tell you how stupid that guy is, how much of fool he is to not see what he missed out on, how much he didn’t deserve a single second of your time, you sigh out a whispered confession.
“I guess it was pretty stupid.”
“What was stupid, sweetheart?”
“Going on a date when I have a baby at home. Thinking someone would even want a single mom with a baby at home.” You roll your eyes. “You know, as soon I got out the door, I was thinking about coming back? Couldn’t stop thinking about her. Wishing I was hanging out with my own daughter, and you… instead of going on a date.” His heart latches onto your words, hoarding them close, trying to memorize them so he can recall every syllable when he closes his eyes tonight.
“That’s not stupid.” He wants to comfort you, promise you that it’s the farthest thing from stupid.
“Maybe. Either way doesn’t matter, right? I got stood up.” You wince.
“Whoever he is, he doesn’t deserve a minute of your time.” Your lips part, a little stunned by the steadfast vow, before splitting into a delicate smile, and your head ducks.
“Thanks, Simon.”
#peaches writes#light on#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader
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i can’t get the idea of carmy x butcher reader out of my mind for some reason
words: 0.7k
warnings: none, I mean carmy's a bit of jerk for a minute, but what's new lol
a/n: honestly, I love this idea, anon so here's a little blurb! not sure if I went in the direction you were anticipating, but I really enjoyed writing this! (also, this is my first time writing for carmy so please forgive me while I'm learning his character!)
p.s. I would totally be opening to write more little blurbs for this specific pairing if anyone is interested!
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It took four blocks to walk from The Beef to the butcher Mikey had used for the past few years. Six blocks for Carmen's fists to repeatedly clench and unclench and for his jaw to tightened as he stormed down the street, not caring who got in his way.
When he reached the butchers, Carmen threw the door open. The bell attached nearly flew off in protest, immediately catching your attention.
"How can I help?" you asked, dusting off your hands to give your newest customer your full attention. Though, by his heavy breaths, you mentally prepared yourself for the difficult conversation you expected to follow.
"You can start by getting your fucking orders right for delivery. This is the second time in a month that your shop dropped the ball and it's impacting my kitchen." he all but shouted, jabbing an accusatory finger in your direction.
Your hands gripped the counter, subtly, as you forced yourself to take a deep breath. It was early in the morning. You weren't exactly keen to start your day by dealing with angry customers - even if his intense, blue eyes were rather attractive.
"Okay," you spoke slowly. "What's the name on the order? We can figure this out."
Unfortunately, this did little to placate the seething man. "The name is Berzatto for The Beef. And I don't want to work anything out, I just want you to deliver the orders you're fucking supposed to. We need twenty pounds of meat, and you only delivered two. What good does two pounds do me?"
By that point, your own jaw clicked as you turned to look through your files. You recognized the name Berzatto and deep down you knew the delivery was correct on your end. After years of shadowing your family before taking over, you knew how to run this business.
Rather aggressively, you pulled out the order sheet and slammed it down on the counter in front of Berzatto. He snatched the sheet, eyes quickly scanning the text. You saw the moment his face fell, and couldn't help but feel rather smug.
"Do you wanna walk outside, come back in, and try again?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, eyes narrowed.
A few moments of silence and Berzatto finally looked back up at you, his chest heaving as he came down from his rush of adrenaline. "I," he began, then quickly shut his mouth, and turned from the counter running his hand down his face in frustration.
"Okay, how can I order the rest of the meat to be delivered, ASAP?" he asked suddenly, turning around and running a hand through his already mussed hair only to end up on the back of his neck as he looked at you.
It wasn't an apology, but his tone was noticeably calmer. You figured that would be the closest you'd get for a while. One glance at him and you could tell he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. The name Berzatto rung a bell in your mind, and you remembered hearing there was a new owner after the previous one passed away.
With a soft sigh, you grabbed a pen and pad of paper and began to write down his order. "What's the name for the order?"
"Uh, Carm-Carmen Berzatto." he stuttered out, taken aback by your suddenly soft demeanor.
"Alright, Carmen. Here's what we're going to do. I can get you the rest of your order by this evening, and payment can be due at the end of this month. That sound okay to you?" you questioned, holding out the order slip.
Carmen reached out to grab the paper, slightly brushing his fingers against yours. Both of you pulled back quickly ignoring any sort of spark you might have felt.
He looked down at the slip, back up to you, and nodded in agreement. With a tightlipped smile, Carmen nodded his thanks and moved to leave your shop and head back to the Beef.
"And Berzatto?" you called out, quietly laughing at the way he stumbled over his feet in the doorway to turn back. "Next time try the civil approach first." you teased, leaving Carmen a blushing mess.
#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto imagine#the bear imagine#fx the bear imagine#carmy berzatto x reader
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Hey I was reading your yandere Azul fanfic for like the 50th time and I had this idea for a request:
Can you do the other overblot boys in similar situations?
Also when are we going to have Azul's redemption arc when we get trapped in Scariba?
Have a lovely day/night/morning/afternoon
Why, greetings my dear anon! I’m happy that you enjoyed the ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ to read it that many times - and I apologized that I haven’t been able to get started on the Scarbia segment yet (between that and Raison D’être plus work & other stories… and GloMas, I really need to get my priorities straight seriously -_-). However, I do intend on working on it as soon as I can so I can get it out sometime this month or in December - I mean, I think that would be the most logical since that one takes place during holiday break, right?
Now, for your request - I hope head cannons are alright for the time being. I’ll try to come back to them and do short stories for each of them that follows the same concept design as “Am I Feeling Love?” - which is the first installment of the Yandere!Azul series. I'm also going to divide this into two parts - about halfway through I realized I hadn't posted anything in a while and thus, I want to make it up to all of you for not writing or posting anything for some time.
Part 1 (Here) will feature Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, and Jamil Viper
Part 2 (Here) will feature Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia
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Riddle Rosehearts:
Yandere Riddle is more of the controlling type - that much is certain. While during his youth, he came across a story about ‘soulmates’ - and the idea of someone made for him took root like a weed in the rose garden. Although his mother ordered for him to dismiss the idea as nothing but a fairytale, Riddle could not push the idea away and it slowly became a source of comfort and drive - if he could stand out both in academics and athletics, surely his soulmate would recognize him as their other half. (There really was no way for him to search for his other half while trapped under his mother’s unwavering gaze, especially after the tart incident.)
When he saw you in the mirror chamber for the first time many years later, he was awestruck by your grace and beauty, reminding him of how the queen of heart once was long ago… the problem was your impeccable timing. You had the worst sense of direction as well as time - quite literally to the point that he had to give you several (and I mean like five to ten) different watches to have on your person so you wouldn’t run late for your scheduled tea time and after school lessons with him (which he made a priority to keep an eye on your movements, especially with the way you hang around the ADuo).
He likes that you have a favorite tea flavor, but hates that you drink it. All. The. Time. (“There are other teas, you know?” he tells you softly, trying to reign in his urge to yell at you for drinking your tea when you should be drinking the green tea with honey that is required following a lesson with him.)
He recognizes you for your hard work - often watching you from the shadows when time permits as you paint the roses red, care for the hedgehogs, feed the flamingos in that pink attire he provided for you, and assist with the dorm’s random tea party celebrations. Riddle also enjoys your conversations - even though he would like it better if you opened your mouth and stopped speaking so quietly (“Look up, speak nicely. AND DON’T TWIDDLE YOUR FINGERS! Turn out your toes, curtsy, open your mouth a little wider and always say, ‘Yes, Housewarden Riddle.’" He’s constantly reminding you.)
The one thing he can not stand though: your friendship with Duece and Ace and the furball menace. He has added a new rule to the roster: ‘Rule #687: (Y/N) is to always be supervised by either Trey Clover or Cater Diamond when not in the presence of the housewarden.’ (It’s for your wellbeing, after all. Trey and Cater are much more reliable than those two annoying freshmen and fire-breathing direbeast.)
However, his real breaking point is when you side with Ace and Duece following the ‘collaring’. He wouldn’t have dreamed in a million years that you would’ve sided with them over him. He was only trying to look out for your best interests… the best interests of the dorm… He was supposed to be the one…
Leona Kingscholar:
Yandere Leona is more of the… dependent type. During his youth, one lazy afternoon, his older brother was talking to him about how he read in his studies about a certain smell that would allow him to know if his soulmate was nearby. Leona had at first shrugged it off, not really caring - after all, he wasn’t going to be king… why should he worry about finding the right one? He didn’t need annoying little brats running circles around him like his nephew did already… what a pain.
That changed the moment you entered the mirror chamber. Your scent wafted through the air and tickled Leona’s nose like a call of a hornbill to its mate. Leona could feel a need rising within him - a sudden need to protect and lay claim to you as his. And when the mirror turned you away, Ruggie was surprised when he stepped forward, offering a place to stay in Savanclaw.
It was no surprise to anyone that Leona decided to make you his personal gopher (although he knew that he couldn’t rely on you 24/7 as you weren’t allowed to attend the school - not that he cared much anyway for classes). During practice, you would bring water and snacks - the housewarden always scruffing the top of your head and messing your hair up, offering a cheeky grin that no one had seen before. In the dorm, you would sit with him and look over his homework and studies - Ruggie nearby to help you understand what was being taught, considering that this was something far beyond your understanding - especially since you had no magic ability either.
Speaking of which, Ruggie was the only other person - besides Leona - that was allowed to get close to you. Any other student that attempted to get within a foot of you would suffer under Leona’s frightening stare before choking on ‘King’s Roar’ until they begged for mercy when you weren’t around.
When the spelldrive tournament came up - and you unknowingly found out about the plan to hurt another student - you confronted Leona about it. Leona tried to play innocent - pretending not to know what you were talking about, Ruggie assisting with the typically ‘innocent until guilty’ look that he often gave you.
His last straw was when you and Jack warned the others of Savanaclaw's plan - the housewarden of Heartslabyul and his students effectively coming to your aid. Leona thought he could trust you… that you would respect him and love him as the king he was supposed to be…
Jamil Viper
Jamil is your typical stalker type - wanting to know about your every move, it’s ingrained in him after all. During his youth, he - along with the other servants of the Al-Asim home - would watch over the young masters as they grew up, one eye always on the lookout for danger that could befall the family. Kalim - as sweet and carefree as he was - would often spend time in Jamil’s presence, chewing his ear off with stories and such, Jamil often ignoring what he said or taking everything with a grain of salt. However - the story of the Scalding Sands princess and the thief never completely left his mind. Legends stated that the two were fated to be together - and the land had been prosperous during their reign. Jamil would often turn the story over in his mind a handful of times, but tsk at the idea of soulmates. It was only a fairy tale… right?
That changed the moment he saw you in the mirror chamber - your eyes wide by everything that was different and strange to you. If Jamil was honest, he thought back to the story of the desert princess and the thief right then and there - he imagined himself as the thief and you as the princess, and the longing that filled him had to be the same as it was for the thief when he had seen the princess’ beauty for the first time. It was easy to persuade Kalim to let you stay in Scarabia, using ‘Snake Whisper’ to charm him into allowing the headmaster for you to stay. Once within the safe confines of the dorm, Jamil offered for you to assist him with taking care of Kalim (“Trust me, my little desert flower,” he tells you, “things aren’t always as they seem. You will get what’s coming to you.”)
Speaking of which - like Azul’s pet name of ‘Angelfish,’ Jamil refers to you as ‘Desert Flower.’ When you asked why that was, Jamil would cough and say something about how you reminded him of the flowers back in the Scalding Sands - particularly the Desert Hyacinth (which is a parasitic plant, oddly enough).
Regardless, Jamil enjoys spending time with you - when not chasing Kalim around. In the evenings, when the dorm is asleep, he finds the evenings quite relaxing in your presence; playing Mancala on the carpeted flooring after having his feet rubbed in oil to alleviate the tension and pain from all the hard work he did. When he asks if there’s anything he can do for you in return, you simply smile and shake your head, explaining how you’re thankful for his kindness and generosity for keeping you company in the late evenings when you both know he should be getting rest.
However, as the holiday season approaches and the rest of the school heads home for the holidays, Jamil notices your disappearance one night - making him frantic to know where you had disappeared to. That fear turns into seething rage when you return with an octopus and two eels in tow - Jamil demanding to know what the meaning of this is. Out of the goodness of your heart, you explain that you sought help for him and Kalim - especially with Kalim’s strange mood swings making you more and more nervous with each passing day. The presence of the scheming octomer and his twin pals makes Jamil more on edge than ever - watching from the shadows as you and Kalim turn to your new allies. It would seem… desperate times call for desperate measures.
The look on your face when it’s revealed that he was the one behind the changes in Kalim’s behavior was enough to shatter Jamil’s heart into a thousand pieces - like a glass lamp crushed under the weight of stone. The fear… the anger… the resentment towards Kalim has become centerfold - but Jamil could never hate you… his little desert flower. If only he was headwarden… if he was in charge… none of this would have happened… it was all Kalim’s fault, after all…
#annonymous asks#ask box#tw yandere#yander x reader#riddle rosehearts#leona kingscholar#jamil viper#vil schoenheit#idia shroud#malleus draconia#yandere riddle rosehearts#yandere leona kingscholar#yandere jamil viper#yandere vil schoenheit#yandere idia shroud#yandere malleus draconia#headcanon#yandere headcanons#twst#yandere twisted wonderland x reader
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Alright hear me out.. Jonggun x a big deal member reader.. 🫣 like, both of us hating each other to guts, but somehow an odd feeling causes us to desire to spend time with each other etc while not even knowing the reason, and once gun feels close enough to us to inform us about his Yakuza clan and his whole shiro oni side, it turns out we were actually gun's childhood friend back then 🤭
Anon. You'll be the death of me. Apologies for the delayed response as usual! I started this today with a small idea. Came back to it tonight and 2k words later, it's now nearly 2am. I... I think I really like this. Let's sleep on it anyway. Hope it hits the spot and thanks for requesting!
Gun Park x Big Deal!Reader: Yamazaki Yuzuru
G/N. Enemies to lovers. (...Childhood friends turned enemies to lovers).
Cynics would say you sold your body in a different way, although you hate to think about it like that. You suppose that it may seem so for someone on the outside looking in.
Big Deal is famous for its passion, its romance. You never thought it applied to you. Not like it did to others.
.
.
The first time you meet on Big Deal street, Gun studies you. Gaze hidden under his sunglasses, curiosity piqued as he wonders who you are.
A sea of gangsters but your face sticks out like a sore thumb. Familiar. Like a distant memory just out of reach, like trying to recall a dream.
Notices your scar-littered knuckles faded silver with time. Hardly unusual for gang members yet Gun still peers down at his own hands.
They're similar. Almost matching. A pair.
Ever watchful eyes burn into the side of your head.
When you turn in his direction, you know for certain he is only looking at you.
Age old scars start to itch. Absentmindedly, you scratch at your hands.
.
.
Gun asks for your name during your second meeting.
"Who are you?"
Jake Kim frowns, searches your face for a reason why he would be asking you. Why he would be taking an interest.
You give your boss an imperceptible shrug.
"None of your business," is all you offer. Clipped. Brusque. Not wanting to cause any more trouble for Big Deal by outright ignoring him.
What you mean to spit is fuck you.
What you mean to scream is I want to kill you with my bare hands.
You don't look at him today.
"Oh, this one is feisty," Goo Kim steps forward, duffle bag of cash in hand and eyes roving over you with approval.
Trouble still finds you.
Jaw clenching, hands scrunching into fists; Jake ready to defend his crew-
Gun beats him to the punch.
"Let's go. The money is all there."
His blonde associate throws him an odd look. Nevertheless, they still leave. You're not sure if you've ever seen anything better than their retreating backs.
Big Deal survives for another day.
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Your luck runs out on your third meeting.
Gun finds you when you're miles from Big Deal and alone. When the rain drenches the earth and the air suffocates. When instead of water bringing life, it brings an omen.
This time you have no choice but to look at him, glaring into his pitch-black eyes. Fear eclipsed by loathing as he holds his umbrella over you, downpour providing a shroud and shielding the two of you from the world.
A strange game of silence starts, neither of you wanting to speak first.
Minutes tick by. The feeling of hatred is tiring to keep up. Holding onto the anger at the surface drains you. Infinitesimally your gaze starts to soften until Gun's curiosity is mirrored in yours.
To your surprise, he cracks first.
He tells you he recognises the vitriol in your voice from last time, no matter how much you thought you had successfully veiled it.
(A tiny smirk, almost fond, graces his features as he is reminded of your animosity.)
Offers you a chance, an escape line, a tantalising small glimmer of hope for Big Deal to leave the four crews.
Taking a drag on his cigarette, he proposes, "You can have your freedom if you can kill me."
Oh?
The odds are not in your favour. You agree anyway.
.
.
You manage to land a hit on his left arm, even as he turns and deflects most of the damage with a roll of his shoulder.
Had it been successful, it would have left it limp and hanging. Unfortunately, Gun only seem inconvenienced at best.
Your next attack manages to break the skin on his cheek. You miss your mark, wanting to gouge out his eyes instead.
Still, seeing the trickle of blood pleases you.
Gun Park takes no prisoners. Aims to incapacitate at the best of times, if not to maim or kill.
The thrill and adrenaline surges once he notices the cut. Feels the blood rushing to the surface and it already swelling.
He lunges after you, launching an open hand strike straight for your chest.
Throwing up both arms just in time, you manage to negate most of the intensity of his hit. Even still, you are flung to the other side of the street and hard into the ground.
Death would have been on the cards if not for your quick thinking.
When Gun sees the crimson falling from your lips, you spluttering and winded, choking on your own blood and body barely able to move-
All he can think about is how intriguing it is that you are still breathing. How peculiar that you managed to defend yourself, like you had foreseen his move. How mesmerising that particular shade of red.
Gun doesn't kill you today.
He tells you you have failed and leaves you to wallow in your own humiliation. You watch his figure growing smaller into the distance and find no joy in this retreat.
Blood and sweat mingles with the rain, cold seeps into your bones. When you think all hope is lost-
You catch a glimpse of maroon beneath your nails. Even as your body lies broken and beaten, you think of how you have managed to spill droplets of Gun Park's own blood.
It's a pleasant thought.
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The fourth time he asks again for your name.
You wonder how he manages to find you once more during heavy showers.
As if he is only able to venture out during storms, like a worm awakened with the pitter patter of raindrops and slithering out of wet soil.
Fitting.
Amused both at this and the audacity of his question, you chuckle at his tenacity. The action causes you to wince. Body still recovering, a result of your fight from last time.
Gun takes a step forward and you flinch away immediately. Worsening your injury, grimacing and groaning as black spots appear in your vision.
"Stop," he orders and you are tempted to do it again just to defy him. "I'm not in the habit of repeating myself. I'll ask you for the final time, what is your name?"
In no fit state to fight, loss inevitable even if you were, you finally give it up.
You tell him through gritted teeth and a seed is planted in his mind.
"And you know mine."
"Gun Park."
He loves the fury in your voice. He wants to hear you say it again.
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Gun slams you into a wall during the fifth time. Pins your arms above your head as you thrash against his hold.
Desperately trying to regain your footing, regain your strength as he has once again bested you.
He leans into your ear, voice taunting and infuriating. "Y/N." Relishes the way your name sounds, "You've failed again."
You whip your head around, ready to do something, anything. Bile in your throat and venom on the tip of your tongue-
His face is centimetres away from yours, breath hot and your skin prickles.
Own breath hitching as he drops his eyes to your lips. Desire and hunger plain on his face.
He doesn't lean forward and you wish he did.
He lets you go and you wish he didn't.
You hate yourself for it.
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Sleep becomes difficult. You lie awake at night and think about him. Replay the scene in your head.
Your self hatred builds.
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Thoughts of what-ifs tiptoe through your mind during the day. Conjures up scenarios of what if Gun Park actually did brush his lips against yours.
You hate yourself more than you hate him.
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Like a self fulfilling prophecy, it happens during the sixth meeting.
All fight dissipates from you as your traitorous mind wanders and strays.
Gun Park catches your fist. He doesn't shove you away. Sees your pupils blown huge with lust and slams your body into his instead.
Your lips crash together, all teeth and snarls. It is both everything and nothing like you had imagined.
The umbrella lies forgotten on the ground as he rams you up against a wall in a forgotten alleyway.
Your legs wrap around his hips as he pushes into you.
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Meetings end in a stalemate.
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Meetings end in more sordid alleyways. A quick and dirty sprint to the finish line.
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In backseats, cramped and rushed and hot. Leather sticking to sweat slick skin, windows fogging up with steam.
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In hotel rooms and tangled sheets.
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In walks of shame at 3am.
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In showers, exploring each other's bodies.
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In baths with your back against his chest.
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In his bed and waking up together in the morning.
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You don't act differently when Gun Park and Goo Kim come to collect their dues.
But the bruises left by his fingers under your Big Deal uniform pulses and throbs.
You still hate yourself but you hate Gun less.
Seeing him reminds you of the way he moans your name. The additional scars you've scratched into his back. The way his hips rock against yours.
(When it's just you two, you can't bring yourself to hate him at all.)
You stay still and silent as Goo counts the bills.
Under his sunglasses, Gun always observes you.
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.
"Where did you get these scars?"
Gun traces over your knuckles. Touch gentle and tentative. A far cry from your first contact.
Truthfully you can hardly even remember. It was another life. In the land of the rising sun, when you saw the world through childhood innocence.
You piece together what you can.
"I used to spar when I was younger. With another boy that was on my street..."
Eyes affecting a far off look, reliving what you can of your memory.
Snapshots of a small stature, below average for his age but lightning fast reflexes and a terrifying strength.
You were never a match for him. Not really. But he still insisted on seeing you everyday.
Training together. Developing a language of your own through punches and kicks.
Above all, you fought. But that small quiet boy, who talked infrequently, whose bite was just as bad as his bark gave you the first taste of something real.
"You lost more than you won." Gun's voice cuts through. You thought they were teasing words but- "Cried when he beat you and he would bribe you to shut up. Spent three summers together getting stronger until he had to leave."
Gun holds his own scarred hand up.
You remember the scar the boy got when you kicked him into the ground, how you bandaged it afterwards. Unravelling as soon as you wrapped it, handiwork sloppy and inexperienced.
The scars when you both would practice your punches, strengthening tendons wherever you could. On whatever surfaces available.
And one scar in particular: when you bit down hard on his hand after a particularly gruelling fight and refused to give him the victory.
How have you missed this? How has the string of fate managed to stretch across land and oceans and borders and years?
The fog lifts and the name slams into your mind.
"Yuzuru."
Gun kisses you, hand cupping the back of your head and other curling around your waist. Whispers your own name against your lips. The one you were born with. The one he used to call you.
A name you haven't heard in years, but he never forgot.
"Say my name again." His voice is rough, choked.
"Yamazaki Yuzuru."
He kisses you more fiercely than ever before.
The first meeting wasn’t on Big Deal street. It wasn't even in South Korea.
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You didn't sell your body.
The Big Deal passion and romance flares within you. It just always belonged to someone else.
#lookism#lookism manhwa#lookism webtoon#lookism x reader#gun park#gun park x reader#park jonggun#park jonggun x reader#lookism fic#wannaeatramyeon#edit: yeah... this has shot to the top of my faves 🥹
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Hii for first times pt 3, could we do r being interested in power play and a mistress kink and Larissa delivers a punishment for the first time bc r is being a bit of a brat and r is crazy for it and so turned on by the dominant energy Larissa has?
Heyyy anon!! I decided to go in a different direction for First Times Ch 3, but I’d still love to write a separate One Shot of this for you! Hope you Enjoy ♥️
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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, mistress kink, punishment kink, bratting kink, power play, eating out, spanking, thigh riding, bratting, praise kink, etc.
Enjoy (;
You and Larissa had been dating for a few months now and you’d been intimate once or twice. It was all learning each others boundaries and caring. Sitting in her office, you were reading a book, while the blonde principal was working.
“Hey ‘Ris…?” You murmered.
“Yes, Darling?” She replied.
“Can I talk to you about something…?”
“Anything, my love…” she hummed.
“I…” you chocked out for a moment, going red from what you were trying to bring up.
The blonde looked up at you, as you hadn’t said anything. You took a deep breath.
“Would you be my mistress?” You blurted out.
Now this really got Larissa’s attention. Her mouth dropped, which she was quick to correct, closing it again.
“You have a mistress kink?” The stunned blonde spoke out.
“I… I think so…” you breathed out.
At this, Larissa eyes sparkled and her lips formed into a little smirk. Her work had been completely forgotten.
“What other kinks do you have, Darling…?” The blonde purred.
You gulped and blushed at the direct eye contact.
“I… power play and punishment…” you stuttered.
Larissa hummed in delight at your words.
“Well, I’ll have to remember that… maybe if you brat around sometime, I’ll punish you…” She purred.
Your breath hitched at that idea. And you nodded.
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You had decided to put Larissa’s words to the test.
During her lunch break, you had snuck into her office and under her desk. Now you simply waited for the blonde. And when she came in, you hid yourself against the very back door the desk, so that the tall principal wouldn’t see you. And when Larissa got on the phone with some unsuspecting person, your bratting began.
You shuffled up against her knees and ran your hand lightly down her thigh, to get the blondes attention. A light hitch of the breath came from Larissa’s throat as she fluttered her widened eyes down to you.
“I… Yes, Yes! I’m here, apologies…” Larissa cleared her throat and turned her attention back to the caller.
But this didn’t stop you. You slowly opened Larissa’s creamy thighs, with some resistance from the blonde. But you eventually got the open, starting to dance your fingers up her thigh. Now, Larissa shot you a very clear, warning glare with pursed lips.
But you didn’t listen. You scrunched up the blondes dress, running a finger down her covered slit teasingly. Larissa shuddered and took a deep breath. Your fingers moved her knickers aside as you attached your hot mouth to her clit.
“Oh for Fucks sake…” Larissa breathily muttered under her breath, covering the phone with her hand as she spewed obscenities and her eyes rolled back.
With difficulty, Larissa finished her phone call, as you lapped away at her folds. As soon as the phone was put down, the blonde let out a particularly leud moan which she had been holding in. You continued your administrations.
“Make your mistress cum…” Larissa moaned out.
Your breath hitched at her words and you more than happily obliged to her command, pushing the blonde over the edge with your tongue. Afterwhich, Larissa was quick to pull you over her lap with ease.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep quiet with your face in between my legs…?” She husked in your ear.
You gulped and shook your head.
Smack!
A yelp escaped your lips, as Larissa’s hand meet your ass.
“Uh uh uh…” the blonde tutted, “You’ll keep quiet and take your punishment from your mistress like a good girl…”
Your breath hitched and your face went red, as you nodded.
~~~
This was a new, whole version of Larissa… A new and dominating version…
She didn’t stop smacking your swell ass until your arousal was dripping down your thighs. She then pulled you in her lap.
“So you decided to get my attention my bratting…” she mused with her tone laced with mock disappointment.
Your throat went dry. Your pupils dilated at the commanding tone of voice of the blonde. You nodded.
“Well, brats don’t get to cum…” she taunted, placing you on her thigh, “Brats get to rut against their mistresses thigh aimlessly…”
Your eyes widened and you bit your lip, nodding in recognition, and doing exactly as she told you.
“Such a good girl for your mistress…” Larissa husked in your ear, making you shiver.
~~~
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Thanks for the fics! Are you thinking about writing something Christmassy? If you use this ask for that, I wouldn't care...lol
kisses and happy new year
Hello sweet anon,
Happy belated Christmas to you and those that celebrate!
I started this yesterday with no intention or direction whatsoever. By some Christmas miracle it’s the first thing I’ve “finished” in 6 months. I hope you enjoy ~1k of something for you ❤️🎄
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When Max’s phone vibrated on the glass-top table the last thing he expected to see when he turned it over was a notification from Charles Leclerc.
Merry Christmas 🎅
He stared at the simple message, unsure what to make of it. They hadn’t spoken since before Max missed their padel game — his previous one line apology left unanswered.
Twisting his wrist, he checked the time and did the calculation. He frowned, it would be past midnight in Monaco, he couldn’t reply and wish him a happy Christmas now.
He picked up his phone and excused himself from the conversation. He walked inside while opening Charles’ contact and clicking call. Max didn’t know why he felt so compelled to speak to him, but it was too late now, he was closing the door to the guest bedroom when Charles answered.
“Hey,” a muted rustle followed Charles’ greeting, likely him rolling over in his covers.
“Hey,” Max sat on the end of the bed. “How was your Christmas?” Max asked.
“Nice, how was yours?”
“Yeah, nice,” Max didn’t know what else to say, maybe calling wasn’t the best idea.
“That’s good,” Charles stifled a yawn, then he asked, “How’s Brazil?”
“Hot. How’s Monaco?”
“Chilly.”
“Checks out.”
“When do you get home?” Charles changed the subject, taking Max by surprise that he’d want to bother keeping up their stilted conversation.
“Err, in a couple of days.”
“We should catch up before I head to Maranello.”
“Really, why? Have you missed me?” Max joked.
“A bit. Which is weird.”
Charles was kidding, surely, Max was the one who was left on read, “How much did you have to drink today, mate?” Max laughed, until he registered Charles’ mumbled response.
“Not enough.”
Oh. Max laid back on the bed and stared at the crack running through the plasterboard ceiling.
“I guess I just miss racing,” Charles clarified, now that is something Max can relate to. He supposed he missed Charles too, in the same way he missed Sunday morning briefings. Because setting the strategy meant driving, and driving meant racing and racing had always meant Charles. Except Charles didn’t only mean racing. Not anymore.
“I really am sorry I missed that game.”
“No you’re not,” Charles was the one to laugh that time.
“Okay, not the match so much, but I am sorry that I let you down.”
Charles was quiet for a long moment, “How’s Kelly’s family?”
Max closed his eyes. “Most of them are drunk and diving into the pool, not the best combination.”
“No, not the best.”
“How’s your family? How’s Arthur, I heard he lost his seat?”
Charles rustled on his end of the line again, “Yeah, he’ll be okay, but it’s still shit. We tried not to talk racing at dinner and that helped.”
“And your mum?” Max asked. The vision of Pascale in his mind was still the one he formed at karting tracks when they were young. When Max was shorter than her and she’d bring a pack lunch in a wicker picnic basket, an old thermos full of coffee never far from reach. One miserable afternoon in Italy she’d let Max hold it to warm his hands while they waited for the rain to clear.
“She’s good,” Charles answered, “Having us all home together makes her happy.”
“Because she can keep an eye on all of you at once for a change?”
“Yeah, definitely,” Charles sounded like he was smiling, Max wouldn’t have sounded much different when he replied.
“My mum is the same, she’ll pop her head in to my room at 6am just to watch me sleep.”
“Mum has definitely walked into whichever room I’m in to make sure I haven’t evaporated if I’m quiet for too long.”
“Typical mums,” Max rolled his eyes fondly at the same time Charles said: “I guess we’re the lucky ones.”
“Yeah, we are,” Max agreed because Charles had a way of making him more honest with himself.
“Will you go see Sophie for Christmas?”
“I’m flying up after New Year’s.”
“So you’ll be in Monaco for New Year’s Eve?”
“If everything goes to plan. Will you?”
“Yeah, I don’t leave until the 3rd. You should come over, I’m doing a small get together, nothing crazy.”
“I’ll check and let you know.”
“Good.”
“And if I can’t make it?”
“Then I guess I’ll see you when the season starts.”
Max’s heart performed a peculiar acrobatic act against his ribcage. “You won’t be home in between?”
“Not really.”
“Well I suppose I do owe you a game before you leave, if it can’t be New Year’s.”
Charles all but giggled on his end of the line, “So now you want to play?”
Max opened his mouth, the words: no, I want to see you nearly tumbled out but he caught them before he had to think too hard about what they meant. “I wanna beat you,” he said instead.
“Naturally. We’ll see,” Charles said but Max didn’t appreciate the open-endedness.
“Afraid for a little one-on-one, we both know Tom carried you last time.”
“You talk big game for someone who lost.”
“Guess there’s only one way to—” there was a single knock on the bedroom door before it creaked open, “I better let you go.”
“Oh, okay, yeah, see you soon then.”
“Yeah, book a court and I’ll be there,” Max started to pull his phone away from his ear when he was called back.
“Max?” Charles asked, voice wavering.
“Yeah?” Max’s brow pinched as he kept his eyes focused on the ceiling. Not quite ready to sit up.
“Get ready to lose again.”
Max snorted, “Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming.”
“I will,” Charles was smiling again, “Night.”
“Night,” Max ended the call. He settled his smile into something less cheesy and pushed himself up onto his elbows to find himself alone in the room.
#what even is their dynamic here I don’t know you can decide#lestappen fic#lestappen#max verstappen#charles leclerc#mentions of Kelly Piquet#I guess I wasn’t over padel date 2.0#Writing and Rambles
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hey!! can I request a frank castle x fem!reader, where the reader is a vigilante too and they run into each other for the first time and frank is all intrigued and stuff. you can decide how this goes!!! thank you <3
Safe Haven
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a/n: ty for requesting anon<33 this was written while i was sick so my mind was really spacey so i apologize if anything seems off. i also had no idea how to end it so maybe i do a pt 2??😭
pairing: frank castle x vigilante!fem!reader
warnings: drink spiking (not to reader), douchebag men, injury, frank’s a little tease, no use of y/n, not proofread
word count: 2.4k
I sat on the edge of the rooftop, eyes scanning the streets below, following the moves of my next target. He moved in a swift overly confident manner, like he wasn’t late for a date by over an hour.
I’d had to endure watching his date sitting patiently waiting for him since she sat down an hour ago, turning down the waitress every time she came over to ask if she was ready to order. She looked to be almost about to leave the restaurant multiple times before she thought against it and continued to wait. She looked like she was about to just give up before the man she was waiting for strolled through the doors of the restaurant and sat down across her, barely saying anything before opening the menu in front of him.
The woman’s face lit up when she finally saw that she wasn’t alone anymore and started enthusiastically talking to him as he continued to look over the menu paying no attention to what the person sitting across from him is saying.
He kept pouring more wine in her glass and when she shook her head at him for no more, he continued to do so with water instead, while barely sipping his own drink. I knew what he was doing, and it was confirmed when she suddenly excused herself to go towards the restroom in the back of the restaurant.
He called the waitress over for a refill in the glass that she didn’t even drink half of, shamelessly flirting with her while she did so, and waited until she walked away before reaching into his jacket to quickly put something into her drink. My hand gripped the side of the building, fighting everything in me to just charge into the restaurant and throw him through the first window I saw. I hated it, but I had to be patient.
I watched as the woman goes back and sits down at the table, her glass closer to her hand from the man across from her pushing it closer to where she could reach it easier, and it seemed it worked when she reached over to quickly take a sip almost instinctively. I knew it would only cause a few minutes for whatever he put in the drink to kick in, and I went to swiftly make my way off of the rooftop.
I got down to the ground in record time, using the shadows to conceal me so no one even realized I was there. I waited against the wall of the alleyway next to the restaurant, knowing he would use the darkness of it to try and hide what was going on.
I waited a few minutes before I could hear the shuffle of feet on the concrete from people walking into the entrance to the alley. I knew it was him. I could hear his whispering from where I stood and it made my skin crawl.
I didn’t wait any longer to jump out from my place and pry him away from the off balance woman, causing him to hit the wall on the opposite side. I quickly made sure that she didn’t fall to the ground before I direct my focus back on the man that was still recovering from the impact.
“What the-“ I didn’t give him any room to say anything before I kicked his chest back into the wall, forcing his head to clash into the brick. His body fell to the ground and I didn’t care to look to see if he was still alive, my sole focus being on the shaking woman on the ground in front of me.
“Do you have a phone?” I asked her and she attempted to reach her pocket, but ended up only grazing over the pocket it was in. “I’m going to grab it okay?” She barely nodded, bleary eyes struggling to stay open and I reached into her pocket to pull out her phone.
I dialed 911, placing the phone in her lap before standing back up. “Help will be here soon.” I reassured her and made my way out of the alley, knowing the man wouldn’t be waking up any time soon, if he could at all. I worked my way up to a rooftop to sit and wait for the ambulance to get there, just to be safe.
The ambulance got there in record time, and I watched as they helped the woman out of the alley, and rolled the man out on a stretcher. I let out a breathy sigh before making my way back to my apartment, job done for the night.
A week later and I was back to staking out another target. However, I felt an off feeling all day that I couldn’t seem to place. I brushed it off as nothing in order to focus on the person I was tracking.
I found myself sitting on the rooftop of an abandoned building, this time in a more secluded area. Watching my target for the evening, it seemed he was waiting on the other woman to show up, and he didn’t like the waiting.
I heard a noise behind me causing me to whip my body around to face it, hand reaching for one of the throwing knives on my hip. I squinted through the darkness, but didn’t see anything and I didn’t have the time to turn my attention elsewhere for the time being.
Looking back towards the building, I found the man standing up angrily from the table he was at, heading towards the exit of the building. I hesitated slightly in going down there when I haven’t seen him actually spike anything firsthand, but my research had never been wrong before and I had no reason not to trust it.
I quickly made my way down from the rooftop not wasting any more time so I could intersect the man before he could leave. It was a good thing that the area I was in was more secluded with no one on the streets when I had to yank the man into the alley from the sidewalk he was angrily stomping on.
He definitely wasn’t expecting to be dragged into the alley out of nowhere and immediately started to claw at my arms that had a hold on him. His was significantly larger than I was, which made it more difficult for me to try and get a full grip on him, but I still managed to hang onto him.
However, I seem to underestimate the strength of him when he managed to push me off of him, causing me to crash to the ground on my back. I didn’t have time to think about the pain going down my spine when I had to roll to the side to dodge the heavy boot that hit the ground with a thud next to my head.
I took this as my opportunity to swipe my feet under his legs, making him lose balance and fall to the ground next to me. I quickly flip up to lean over him, knee digging into his throat in an attempt to get him to pass out quickly.
He struggled under me and I pressed my knee harder into his neck making it harder for him to breathe, and I think that he finally passed out before I felt a sharp pain connect to the outside of my thigh and I cry out, releasing the hold I had on him. I looked down to see the handle of a knife sticking out of the material of the suit I wore.
The man under me used the distraction to push me off of him and work his way up to his feet, swaying slightly as he did so. He marched over to where my body was, towering over me and I used all the strength I had left in order to use the leg without the knife in it to kick him backwards from me, attempting to give me more time.
The kick did little to deter him and he was stomping back over to me, face angrier than ever, and my mind was scrambling on what to do when a gun shot sounded in the air and the man in front of me stumbled, blood dripping from the bullet hole in his forehead, and he fell backwards onto the ground.
I pushed my body up to a seated position staring at the lifeless body in front of me before my gaze shot up to the rooftop on where the shot came from; the same rooftop I had come from minutes before.
I saw slight movement coming from the roof and I pushed myself off the ground, wincing slightly from moving the knife still lodged in my thigh. I forced myself to ignore the pain and moved as quickly as I could back to the rooftop I was once on.
I made it back to the roof in record time, considering the predicament I was in, and made my way towards the edge where I saw the movement from. I looked around, not seeing anything out of the ordinary or any more movement in the darkness of the rooftop.
There was only one way up and down the roof I was on, unless you jump down onto the stairs for the fire escape, but you would need extreme agility to jump on them to not make any noise, and I passed no one on stairs going up. Someone should have still been on the roof, how could I have missed them?
“Y’know I was kinda hopin’ you would come back up here.” A voice sounded behind me and I quickly turned my body towards the sound of the noise.
A shadowed figure stood leaning against the door that leaded to the roof, and my hand went to move for one of the knives on my hip before I thought against it, my body not sensing like I was in immediate danger at the moment.
The guy seemed to notice this before a chuckle left his mouth. “One of those woulda come in handy when you were getting your ass handed to ya wouldn’t it?” Two sentences in and I could tell this guy was an enormous tease.
“I was not getting my ass handed to me, I had it under control.”
“Was this before or after you got a knife jabbed into you?” I was rendered speechless for a moment before I let out a small scoff and couldn’t help my mouth twitch up in amusement.
“Wha- okay, who are you?” He pushed himself off the door and started to walk towards me, face looking extremely familiar as soon as he stepped more into the light. It didn’t click until he stood directly in front of me, arm outstretched for a handshake.
“Frank Castle.” I finally understood where I’ve seen him before, Frank Castle, The Punisher, his trial was all over the news you’d have to be living under a rock to not who he was living in New York.
“Didn’t think I’d be talking to a dead man when I woke up today.” I took his hand shaking it quickly before dropping it and he chuckled, looking at the ground head shaking. He ignored the statement, eyes instead trained on my leg.
“Need to get that out.” I looked down to where he was looking at the knife that still remained stuck inside my thigh.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Afraid it’s non negotiable c’mon.” He turned from me starting to walk towards the door to the exit of the roof.
“And I’m just supposed to follow some stranger?” I called out after him and he stops holding the door open.
“Well it’s either that or you pass out from the blood loss after taking the knife out and then bleed out on your own.” I part of me knew he was right, I probably wouldn’t have time to stop all the bleeding before I got dizzy from the blood loss, so I begrudgingly followed him through the door.
Apparently his apartment wasn’t that far away from where we were when we stop outside the building after a two minute car ride.
I’m able to get out of the vehicle without much pain, adrenaline still running largely in my veins, even though I don’t think Frank’s going to be a threat, my body still wanted to be prepared for anything.
He lead me into the small bathroom he had in his apartment, getting out a first aid kit from under the sink. “Probably gonna have to cut this off.” He motions to my pants, holding a pair of scissors and I regretted wearing a one piece suit in that moment. “Here,” he handed me a shirt that was sitting on the edge of the sink, giving me an opportunity to take the top of the suit off while he leaves the bathroom in order to try and give me some privacy.
I unzipped the suit working my arms out of the sleeves and pushed it down as far as I could without bumping the knife. I put the shirt over my head and tried to cut the rest of the suit off, but I finally felt the loss of blood kick in and started to get dizzy and not have the strength to continue to cut the thick fabric.
I called Frank back into the bathroom and he rushed in, hearing the change in my voice. “You alright?” He shut the door behind him as he walked further into the bathroom.
I just nodded my head, resting it on the wall next to me, and putting the scissors on the edge of the sink. “I just-” I took a minute to catch my breath. “I can’t cut it off.”
Frank nodded and bent down in front of me, grabbing the scissors to cut off the rest of the suit. At that point my vision started to blur and I relied on the wall next to me to keep my head held up as much as it was.
I could hear Frank saying something, but my brain made it all muffled so I wasn’t able to comprehend anything. I felt my body jolt when the knife was suddenly removed from my skin, hearing more muffled sounds from Frank after it happened.
Before I knew it, I was being lifted up and leaned against Frank as he brought me into the bedroom setting me on the bed. I tried opening my mouth to protest and tell him to just put me on the couch, but I don’t think I was able to get anything out but quiet mumbles.
I felt warmth encompass me and eventually gave into the darkness threatening to surround me since I’ve gotten into the bathroom, weirdly feeling content in a complete strangers bed.
buy me a coffee ♡
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Not sure if u write for kung jin but if u do could you do a fic for him (male reader) please😊
MK10 Kung Jin with M!Reader
Hiya Anon, I hope you enjoy this little one-shot.
Small cameo by the wind god Fujin.
Disclaimer : English ain't my native language. Mistakes ahead. I apologizes for them, I'm trying my best. Also, I'm not an archer. If I didn't use the correct terms for something, I'm sorry.
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An arrow pierced through the air, ending its course with a quiet "tud" in the middle of the target. Lowering his bow, Kung Jin glanced toward the whistling on his right. His own bow in hand, (Y/n) gave the archer a playful smirk before taking aim. Seconds later, split parts of an arrow fell on the ground, stealing a hum from Kung Jin' lips.
"Not bad"
Wordlessly, the archer nocked two arrows, drew and shot.
“Bullseye.”
*
When downtime happened in the special force, meaning no new mission had come in, the two archers could be found, without a doubt, in the training range,where they would spend hours on end challenging one another.
Sometimes, on days where the sun shined in the sky and most of the soldiers were absent, the two would be running around camp, doing parkour and shooting at predefined targets.
At the moment, the scores were even. Both had won as many challenges as the other.
It was a particularly slow day for the special force. With little to do, Kung Jin had proposed a tie breaker to their even score. The price of losing? A favour. The loser would owe the winner. With such a tempting reward, (Y/n) agreed.
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Kung Jin smiled as (Y/n) rolled his eyes. For a brief moment, the two stared at one another. It was (Y/n)'s turn to shoot. An arrow was nocked and before Kung Jin's very own eyes, changed to a neon blue colour. From that same arrow, five were shot in quick succession, all dead centre. Except for one. Now back to their usual colours, (Y/n) noticed the arrow sticking slightly below the other four.Less than ideal but still, he was in the lead.
“Cheater, you used your ability.” Kung Jin whined as he drew.
“We never specified against the use of abilities.”
He only needed three bullseyes and he would be the winner. First arrow hit right in the middle. Second one followed suit, sticking proudly beside the first. Down to his last arrow, Kung Jin took a deep breath and aimed. Releasing the string, the duo watched the projectile split the air. However, before the arrow hit the mark, a gust of strong wind passed by the training range. (Y/n) peeked over Kung Jin's shoulder, smirking at their unnoticed spectator.
“Lord Fujin, it’s a surprise to see you here!”
How long had the god of wind stood there, the archers didn’t know but Kung Jin suspected he was the one behind his defeat. There, sticking on its lonesome on the ground, was Kung Jin’s last arrow.
“Unfair, you plotted against me with him!”
Placing a hand on his chest, (Y/n) gasped loudly, trying his best to look somewhat offended.
“I would never do such a thing!”
Kung Jin turned in the direction of Fujin, who until now was contenting himself with watching the interactions, a smile on his face. Feeling the accusatory eyes of the young archer, Fujin chuckled.
“Wind is unpredictable young Kung Jin, it acts on its own volition.”
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Kung Jin was still grumpy about the ordeal hours later. Truth to be told, (Y/n) had not conspired against the other archer with the god. Fujin, although for unknown reasons, had acted on his own.
Shoulder to shoulder, the two archers sat on top of a special forces vehicle. Quivers on their laps, they repaired broken arrows and crafted new ones when needed. In a comfortable silence, they busied themselves with the task before Kung Jin spoke.
“So, thought about that favour I owe you?”
Adding his last crafted arrow in the quiver, (Y/n) put down the holder in order to focus on the other man.
“I might have an idea.” Smirking, (Y/n) shifted slightly to face Kung Jin.
Doing the same, Kung Jin waited impatiently for an answer. Eyes crackling under the orange light of the setting sun, (Y/n) glanced at Kung Jin’s lips before meeting his eyes one more.
“Kiss me.”
Blinking, Kung Jin stared at him for a second. He was expecting something along the lines of doing the other's chores or making him do something that would embarrass him in front of the others. Not this. A smirk of his own, Kung Jin leaned in, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of (Y/n) neck.
“That I can do.”
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Pick Up the Phone
Pairings: Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya, Shuji Hanma x Fem!Reader (Separate)
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Request: First of all, english isn't my first language so if i make any mistakes i apologize! and I hope you understand what I mean hahaha. So i was wondering if you could Please write something about the TR boys being scared that something might have happened to you. For example they're having beef with another Gang and they haven't heard anything from you in a few hours and you don't pick up your phone and answer their messages so they start to panic and go to your home to see if you're there. You're home and completely fine, nothing has happened to you. And after they explain what's wrong you comfort them and tell them everything is okay and they don't have to worry. Uh, I hope i didn't make too many mistakes Hahaha. I hope you like this request! I really love your Account and your work soo so much!! Much Love ❤️ - Anonymous
Warnings/Contains: angst, fluff, cursing, each of the guys are worried for you in their own way, Kei cares about you, Mitsuya finds you precious, Hanma might be a bit OC towards the end but I think the ending is sweet regardless.
wc: 4.2k
a/n: Don’t worry anon! Your English was great :3 thank you so much for your request! I only had ideas for these three but I hope you enjoy!
a(nother)/a/n: I finally got around to finishing this request yayyy. College is rough y’all but I love the outlet that writing these headcanons gives me. I hope you all enjoy and feel free to send more they just might take awhile ahaha
Keisuke baji
“C’mon, pick up, dammit.” Keisuke murmured under his breath. He was still a little out of breath from fighting a couple guys in an alleyway while on his way to your school to pick you up. He promised to grab food with you after your activities were done, but instead got caught up in a fight with some delinquents younger than him.
When he saw the time when he was done, he knew that you were most likely mad at him for ditching you, even though that wasn’t the case, and went home. That’s why now he was calling you while making his way over to your apartment.
“y/n, I swear to fucking god,” Keisuke sighed, having received your voicemail for the 5th time in a row. He knew that you were upset with him, but he didn’t think that it deserved you ignoring this many of his calls. Then again, what did he know? He always knew girls to be dramatic like that; at least the ones at his school were.
Reaching the red light of a crosswalk on a busy street, he groaned and cursed himself for not bringing his bike and parking it close to the school grounds today so that he could have picked you up quicker. Part of him regretted the fight, but at the same time was glad he got that energy out of his system so that it wouldn’t show when he eventually apologized to you.
As the crosswalk changed, signaling Keisuke that he could cross the street, he continued to run and thought back on the younger delinquents he had fought not 20 minutes ago. Why did they try to intentionally fight him anyway? And why were they heading in the same direction as he was as he walked to your school?
Using what little memory he had of the fight, despite it being not too long ago, he recalled that one of the guys called him by name. It didn’t shock him at the time, as he was well known for being a division captain of Toman, but the fact that they were also walking in the direction of your school made him warry.
You weren’t affiliated with Toman yourself, but you had met the guys before, and have even hung out with Emma on occasion; but, what if those delinquents he fought were making their way to your school to hurt you? He would never forgive himself if anything happened to you because of what he was involved with.
Eventually he made his way up the stairs of your apartment complex, knocking on your front door with a fervor that made you jump when you heard it from inside. Regardless, you hesitantly went to the door, looking through the peephole before sighing in relief at the sight of your boyfriend.
“Don’t girls always keep their phones on them?” Keisuke said as you opened the door, practically panting from how out of breath he was. “I’ve called you like 10 times.”
Your eyes widened at his ushered and hurried tone. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” You asked, confused as to why he was in such dire need for you anyway. You then took in the scrapes and dirt he had on his face and school uniform. “Wait, did you get into a fight again?”
Keisuke stared at you for a second, wondering if you were deciding to play the long game with him as punishment for him not showing up to see you after school. “Are you serious?”
“Are you?” You asked, growing more confused as you pulled him inside your apartment and closed the door. “C’mon, let me at least clean you up.” Keisuke let you drag him to the bathroom before he finally spoke up again, his brain finally catching up with what was happening.
“Are you really pulling this bullshit with me right now?!” He snapped, making you freeze as you were grabbing the first aid kit from underneath the sink. “I know I forgot to pick you up after your club, but ignoring my calls, pretending like it never happened, and remaining pissy with me to make me feel worse while I was already worried about you when you weren’t there is even worse!”
You took in his words, hands going to your mouth as your eyes widened in realization. “I forgot..” You whispered.
“...what-”
“I forgot that we were hanging out after school today.” You said, dropping your hands so he could better understand you. “And my phone died during my club meeting.”
Keisuke’s gaze on you still depicted him as pissed off, but you were hoping that the gears of reality were turning in his head.
“I went straight home after my club. Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You continued. “Were you waiting for me all this time?”
Your boyfriend sighed again, shaking his head. “No, I got caught in a fight on my way to your school and it lasted longer than intended cause those little shits didn’t know when they had lost.” He paused. “Then I was worried that they were on their way to hurt you since you’re affiliated with me.” His tone was soft, but it got louder again as though he had caught you in the act of doing something you weren’t supposed to.
“But you’re telling me that you forgot the plans that you made after whining to me about I don’t spend enough time with you?”
“...I love you-”
“You’re lucky I reciprocate.”
Takashi Mitsuya
Takashi frowned as he scrolled through all of the texts he had sent you in the last couple hours. It wasn’t like you to purposefully not reply to him, but to his knowledge you weren’t doing anything to keep yourself busy today.
Your club was tomorrow, you were running errands with your mom the day after, and your younger sister’s dance class was yesterday so you didn’t have to pick her up. To his knowledge you should be at home or with one of your other friends since the school day was over and he was busy doing things with Toman.
The more he thought about it, the more he got distracted and ended up being nudged in the back by Draken, making him nearly stumble and fall to the ground. “Hey, wake your ass up, Mitsuya. It’s not like you to be zoning out like that.”
“Right,” Takashi sighed. “Sorry, I’m just worried about y/n is all. She usually responds to me before the meeting starts so that I know she’s made it home or where to meet with her afterwards.”
“Yeah, yeah, we get it,” Baji cut in, clearly annoyed. “You’re happy. You don’t have to bore us about every single detail about your girlfriend.” He walked past Takashi, hitting his shoulder against his own. “We have a meeting to start and would appreciate it if you actually paid any attention rather than staring at your phone.”
“Shut up, Baji.” Mikey sighed, sounding exhausted from where he laid on his back at the top platform of the shrine. “If you keep annoying me and the others over meaningless crap then I might ban you from meetings.”
Takashi shook his head at their bickering, looking back at his phone to see if he had any new messages from you; nothing.
He knew that he should have no reason to worry, but he knew it wasn’t like you to not message him like this. Maybe you needed some time for yourself, maybe you were doing homework, or even taking a nap after a long, tiring day; you were probably fine, he kept telling himself. He just wanted to be certain.
“C’mon, Mitsuya. Meeting’s starting.” Peh said, getting Takashi to stop zoning out. With a sigh, the man pocketed his phone to focus on his other focus in life: Toman.
Throughout the meeting, Takashi listened in on most of it, thinking back to you when hearing something that he was already aware of. One thing, however, that made him rethink it was Mikey’s reminder of a new gang on the east side of the city that had been making claims about beating Toman into the ground; in the part of town that your school happened to be in.
Takashi wasn’t sure if you were aware of this, as he didn’t want you to know too much about Toman and what happened within the group, but what if the new rival gang happened to have guys that went to your school? What if one of them saw you as you were heading home and decided to make a pass at you, or knew that you were dating Takashi and wanted to hurt you as a sign that they were serious about taking down Toman.
Multiple thoughts and outcomes continued to rack at his head, and as soon as the meeting ended, he made sure not to seem too rushed as he headed down the stairs of the shrine and to his bike. The moment he got on and started it, he made way to your apartment first in an attempt to put his mind at ease.
He felt his heart lift in relief as he saw the light in your bedroom window was on. Of course, that didn’t guarantee that you were home; he had to be certain.
It only took a few seconds for you to answer the door, but it felt like an eternity for Takashi. The moment he saw you, he pulled you in for a hug before you had the chance to say anything.
“Whoa,” you chuckled, hugging him back. “Good to see you too, babe.” You sounded calm and happy, so that was a good sign to Takashi. “You alright? You seem tense.” Takashi sighed at your words, pulling away so that he could take in your appearance.
It was clear that you had showered due to your pj’s, but hadn’t washed your hair tonight; that meant that you would most likely wear a hat or style it in a way that you typically didn’t if it didn’t look nice for you when you woke up. You could use your dry hair shampoo, but he knew that you were running low and couldn’t get a new bottle until next week. By your expression, he could tell that you were worried for him, but couldn’t figure out what could cause his own to make him look so relieved to see you. He figured that maybe you were thinking that the Toman meeting didn’t go well, and needed a break from it all. However, as he stared at you, rather than voice his relief, he first voiced his concern and worry due to your lack of communication throughout the afternoon and evening.
“I hadn’t heard from you since school ended.” He sighed, not wanting to make a big deal out of the situation. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Your expression fell out of shock and realization. “Did my messages not go through?” You sighed, now upset about the situation as well. “This is what I get for shopping with Emma last minute in a marketplace with terrible signal.”
“You went shopping with Emma?” Takashi repeated, following you as you retreated back into your apartment and grabbed your phone. “How come Mikey or Draken didn’t tell me then?”
“It was a spur of the moment decision.” You said, going to your messages with Takashi on your phone. “She heard about this place and wanted me to go with her since Draken was busy tonight.” You shook your head at the situation. “And most likely figured that she’d be back home before dark and not worry them about where she was.”
Takashi thought the situation over, understanding most of it. “Then why didn’t you tell me when you got home?”
“I was about to when I got back an hour ago, but my phone was dead by the time Emma and I got off the train.” You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall as you remembered. “I let my phone charge while I showered, and was going to text you when I got out, but I got distracted by a little someone begging me for a late night snack.”
The culprit you were referring to made themself noticed as Takashi heard a small meow coming from your living room. A moment later, your cat came prancing down the hall to greet your boyfriend.
“I’m sorry,” you sighed with a frown, picking up your cat so that they didn’t bother him. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I just couldn’t get signal, then of course my phone just had to die on me like that.” You sighed again, scratching the top of your cat’s head. “I-”
Your rant was cut short by Takashi as he gently pulled you into his arms. “I’m not mad that you didn’t message me, nor am I ever angry at you for not letting me know of your whereabouts and plans every second of the day.”
“What?” You asked, confused about his words. “What do you-”
“Don’t worry yourself over this,” he said. “I just got worked up because of Toman issues. I always know that if you don’t respond to me that you have a valid reason.” He kissed the top of your head. “As long as you let me know when you get home safe every night.” He chuckled softly.
“You know I always do that.” You couldn’t help but giggle along with him. “But you better do the same.”
“I promise, baby.” He said, pressing his forehead against yours. “I promise.”
Hanma Shuji
“You’ve got to be fucking with me.”
“Well, all you have to do is ask.”
“Hanma, I swear to god.”
Your boyfriend laughed at your reaction, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “You know I’m just joking, princess.” He went on to continue his teasing antics towards you, but he noticed your serious expression as you looked at your phone. “What’s going on? Need me to beat someone up for you?”
“No, not today.” You sighed, shaking your head. “Just this damn group project I have to do for my English course.”
“Why do we have to take other language courses anyway?” Hanma sighed, having hated the class himself. “Like, I’m not working outside Japan right now. I can always learn the language later.”
“Because you never know who you might come across.” You pointed out. “What if someone who wants your gang ends up being from England?”
“Then I’ll tell them to go eat some damn scones and tea before kicking their ass for thinking they’re better than us.”
“You,” you cut yourself off with a sigh, shaking your head at his words. “Never mind, I have to get going.” You shrugged his arm off your shoulders, picking up your school bag as you texted your classmate back letting them know you were on your way.
“What? I thought we were gonna hang out today.” Hanma complained as he watched you get ready to leave.
“By hang out do you mean watch you beat up people in rival gangs while I sip on the boba you get me just like every Wednesday?” You teased, pocketing your phone before cupping Hanma’s cheeks and making him look at you at eye level. “While I do love that lil ‘tradition’, as you keep calling it, I need to make sure the grade I get on this assignment is at least decent.”
“I’ve told you,” Hanma said, grabbing onto your wrists and pulling your hands off his face. “You don’t have to try hard in school. Once my gang becomes the most feared in Japan, we’ll be living off of luxury by graduation and you won’t have to worry your pretty little head about anything but me.”
You paused at his words, trying to understand what exactly he was getting at. “Is that really how you see me?” You asked, genuinely upset as you pulled your hands out of his grip. “Nothing but a future housewife for you? An investment for when you’re older so that you don’t have to work as hard?”
“Not an investment, really. But it’d be convenient if you end up with me for a long time-”
“Convenient?” You raised your voice, growing more annoyed with each word your boyfriend was saying. “You know what, Shuji, I’m going to make this convenient for myself rather than you.” You sighed, leaving without another word to your classmate’s house. At this point, you’d rather write a 10 page paper for your English class rather than stay around Hanma another second.
“What, y/n get back here!” Hanma called out, shocked at your reaction and the way you called him by his last name rather than his first. “What the fuck is her problem? I didn’t say anything wrong.”
That whole afternoon, Hanma decided to take his annoyance and confusion out on random delinquents he encountered on the street as he made his way to attend yet another Valhalla meeting. He was so close to getting Keisuke Baji to join, he just had to pull a few more strings. However, his mind was still off thinking about how mad you were with him. He had seen you annoyed, or sometimes pretend to be as he would see that cute, small smile on your face that proved that you weren’t actually annoyed and rather amused with his antics.
Today, of course, was different. He just didn’t know why he felt this weight in his chest. It only took getting punched in the stomach for him to realize that the weight wasn’t pain; it was guilt.
Hanma was feeling guilty about what he said, even if he didn’t fully admit it to himself; and as much as he hated the action more than Toman itself, he had to apologize to you for what he said and how it came across.
He was telling the truth when he said that he hoped that you would be with him for a long time, but while having a bunch of girls at his beck and call as a huge gang leader sounded amazing, he would much rather prefer you by his side than some random girl, or five, he was potentially paying to serve him and his every need.
The Valhalla meeting was typically a fun time, knowing that he only created the gang for Kisaki and his plan, but with his mind elsewhere with you and where you would be after the meeting was over so that he could go meet you wherever that may be. And if you couldn’t forgive him yet, maybe he could help you with your project. He wasn’t the best at English, but he at least knew most of the alphabet and a few words. Who cares if they’re swears, they’re still in English!
As he was thinking of ways he could help you, he wondered who it was that you were working on the assignment with. He was a year above you, so he didn’t know many people in your grade, but he knew a fair amount of the guys by their face, having most likely beaten them up before for being too cocky and thinking that they could take him in a fight.
He’d be damned if one of those punks tried to make a pass at you.
It wasn’t a secret that you were dating Hanma, but you didn’t go flaunting the information off to everyone in your class; granted, neither did he, but that didn’t stop him from bragging about how great you are to the people in his gangs whenever they were complaining about being single. Hell, for all he knew, one of the newbies in Valhalla could be the guy you were doing that project with. The mere thought of someone trying to get as close as he is with you made his blood boil.
Not caring that the meeting was over, he passed off responsibility to one of the higher ups in Valhalla before leaving without seeming to hastily. If he was seen caring about a girl and putting her before either one of his gangs, his reputation as a leader would be ruined.
The moment he got to his bike, he rode to your school not bothering to stop at any of the red lights unless he absolutely had to, like avoiding getting into a major wreck on a busy road. That would only make you more mad to see him in a hospital even though he was trying to go and apologize for what he said to you earlier.
He held back a sigh of relief as he saw you walking out of your school gate, pulling right up to you.
“I thought I made it clear that I didn’t want to see you.” You said, glaring at him.
“And I thought that I was supposed to get you boba today.” Hanma said. “Guess we both had incorrect assumptions.”
You couldn’t help but sigh, shaking your head. “If you think boba will suddenly make up for what you said to me, then you’re wrong.” You moved to leave, only for Hanma to rev his bike and move as well to somewhat block your path and make you stop in your tracks.
“Is it that hard to believe that I want to apologize while I get you boba?” Hanma said, making you pause. You had known Hanma for a good while, and dating him for a few months now; maybe he meant what he was saying.
“If you think I’m paying you’re crazy.” You said, climbing onto his bike.
“Already planned on it.” Hanma said, waiting until you were holding onto his waist before heading in the direction of the boba place the two of you frequented. In the back of his mind he couldn’t help but be grateful for taking some newbie’s after school money during the Valhalla meeting.
After a much deserved quiet exchange, the two of you reached the cafe that you typically frequented every week. You got off his bike and went in without him, making Hanma sigh as he called out for you to wait up.
“If I’m paying then you need to wait for me to get to the register with you.”
“Then you better catch up. You have long legs don’t you?”
Hanma couldn’t help but smile at your quip, as though it reminded him how much he really liked you. Yes, he had fantasized about having multiple women at his beck and call 24/7, but maybe having just you around wouldn’t be as bad as he first made it out to be.
Once you had ordered, and made sure that Hanma paid with his (well, it wasn’t his originally but you didn’t know that) own money rather than the tip jar money, as you have seen him do that before, you made your way to wait by the counter where your finished drink would be. “You have until my boba’s ready to explain yourself.”
“What? That’s it?” Hanma knew you wouldn’t give him much time to apologize, but he didn’t think it’d be that small of a time frame.
“What you said really hurt me, Hanma. Do you even realize how it came across when you practically said that I didn’t have to amount to anything other than being your pretty thing to come home to when we’re older.”
Hanma opened his mouth to explain, only to pause as he replayed your words in his head. “Wait, so you pictured a future for the two of us then?” Your silence was a give away in itself. “Tell me, what was it like?”
“Why do you want to know? You clearly don’t want it.”
“Says who?” He gently turned you to face him so he could meet your gaze. “Tell me what you thought about for us.”
“y/n!”
You were brought back to your senses when you heard your name called by the barista and went to grab your drink. You effortlessly put the straw through the top as you made your way back over to Hanma. “You still haven’t explained yourself.”
“Then, will you let me take you home so that I can?”
You stared at him for a moment, part of you saying how he wouldn’t change due to his commitments and behavior that you weren’t always one hundred percent supportive of; however, as you noted how his gaze on you seemed hopeful that you would say yes, the other part of you said to give him this one chance to talk things through with you. “Sure, but we’re walking.”
“And leave my bike here?” He gasped, not liking the idea one bit as the idea of a rival gang finding and destroying it came across his mind.
“Would you rather leave me?”
Hanma paused, knowing what you were getting at. He shook his head, taking your hand and walking you out of the shop. “Absolutely not.”
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"it shouldn't be so hard to believe it was some sort of ruse," he says as he stares into the reflective surface. a mirror, the earthlings call it — it just looks like a big sheet of glass, to him.
"well, of course it isn't easy. it is not as if we were always cruel with each other before everything," he continues as he peels away old paint, "but it would hurt far less if i believed what everyone else keeps telling me, even if they do not know what they are saying."
"it is most unfortunate that our paths must keep crossing like this."
"i cannot get enough of your optics no matter our circumstances."
sorry i got carried away i am horrid at requesting things..Decided id just thrust this into ur inbox Lawl. but also a combo of your and my posts has moved me from my slumber. sorry again
I'M SORRY IF I TAKE THIS AND RUN WITH IT IN A DIRECTION YOU DIDN'T MEANNN I'm just ITCHING to write thisss!!! Also, don't apologize!!! YOU'RE JUST EVIL FOR ASKING ANON!! Now I can't stalk your page and read what you have written qwq (if you post.)
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Optimus stared at Megatron through what should have been one-way window. Yet knowing full well Megatron could see him.
The Prime was at first surprised to learn that Megatron had been captured by MECH. Embarrassingly enough, he had already thought up of countless arguments and counterarguments on why it would be a good idea for him to rush in to save — prevent MECH from dismantling Megatron and using him to create weapons or other devices that could be of equal danger, if not more so to the Autobots.
Things are a blur now to Optimus as he stands alone before his enemy. Ratchet, the only other bot to join him, standing outside to guard and warn Optimus for any ambush or trap.
"Optimus," Megatron purrs. "Rushing to save me after getting my distress signal? Please," His small movements somehow emphasized the red splotches on the ground. Dead humans. "You really shouldn't have."
"Megatron." Optimus glares. "Why are you still here? You could have blasted these walls and escaped long before I arrived. Is this a trap?" He decides to cut to the chace.
Megatron, for once. Remained eerily silent. Staring at Optimus's optics with a serious, pondering look. "Well, something seems different about you, Prime. Can't quite put my digit on it.."
"Don't change the topic, Megatron! Answer me." The Prime stepped closer to the glass. Wondering if he should just break it to get to Megatron.
"Ah, yes. I recall now.. I think it has something to do with these late night outings of yours?" Megatron grinned widely once he saw Optimus very visibly still.
"How much do you know."
"Enough." Megatron purred, walking to the flimsy excuse of a glass wall that is keeping him from Optimus.
"What are you planning?" Optimus asked again, clenching his weapon. His fighting spirit still strong. It doesn't matter what Megatron knows. Just what Optimus will do.
Megatron grinned wider, and before he could say anything, a bright explosion made Optimus unable to see for a few seconds.
Chaos ensued.
-TO BE CONTINUED-
(IM NEVER GOING TO FINISH THIS AND IM SORRYYYY BUT YOU HAVE GIVEN ME SO MANY IDEAS FOR FUTURE POSTS BUT IT FELT UNFAIR TO POST THEM WITHOUT FIRST POSTING THIS ONE) I will post stuff inspired by what you suggested though!! I ACTUALLY HAVE STUFF WRITEN DOWN ON A JOURNAL!! Idk how to give you credit, but if you see something that seems like it was inspired by your ask. Then it was ✨️
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omg hello! I was the anon that requested that law one shot and can i just say, it was so perfect. i feel like you wrote for him so well i absolutely adored it sm. thank you for taking the time to write it! it was so well written and I felt like law wasn’t ooc at all ahhh. tysm.
anyways i saw you were still looking for more one piece requests so i decided i’d request again (if that’s okay? if not ignore me, my apologies.) but another one piece man that i am absolutely head over heels for is zoro. i simp for this man so hard oml. if you could write a zoro x reader where the reader is jealous of hiryori and her interactions with zoro during the wano arc i will cry (i think i speak for most zoro simps when i say we were all jealous of this girl during this arc.) i guess this would fall under a hurt/comfort genre too? idk. i’d imagine reader is part of the straw hats though, and that there’s a some sort of unspoken preexisting relationship there but that’s all up to you! thank you so much!
YOURS, MINE - RORONOA ZORO X READER
Warnings : general negative feelings, this isn’t to depict Hiyori in a bad light at all, there will be lots of plot holes in this because I am nowhere near Wano, this isn’t proofread, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : hurt/comfort (my fav hehe)
Word count : 3.0K (holy. shit.)
Additional notes : Oh nonnie, I’m so so glad you liked the Law piece! I enjoyed myself sm while writing it so I’m happy it paid off 🥰 And thank you so much for requesting! However I have a terrible announcement to make… I am absolutely nowhere near Wano😭 I’m VERY behind on One Piece, as I’ve said in my rules for requesting. I had to spoil myself the entirety of the whole Hiyori thing to write this, and I did a lot of research to do that, so there might be some discrepancies. I did adore the request idea though, and I so desperately want to write for One Piece characters, so I got it done! I hope it’s not a let-down though😭 Let me know what you think💗
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They’d never thought that there would come a day when they would say this, but they were dangerously close to cursing Zoro’s soft-heartedness winning over this time. After all, it was what had gotten them into this mess of a situation in the first place.
Initially, they’d set off with Zoro, as they often did. Considering the fact that they’d always been the one he’d tolerated the most amongst the crew, it had only been natural that their shared comfortable silence slowly developed into lingering glances, prolonged-more-than-was-probably-necessary subtle skin contact, lazy naps together bathed in sunlight in the crow’s nest, and worried murmurs in each other’s ears whenever one left to fight on their own. The development was a gradual one that left a blanket of bliss covering them amidst all the blood and sweat, and so they reveled in always accompanying one another, the words expressing how they felt left unspoken.
They’d shared Zoro’s skepticism when the breathtaking young woman had run in their direction, the frantic look in her eyes only increasing her wariness as she begged the swordsman to help her and the child burrowed in her arms. He didn’t get much time to choose, given that Kamazo had chosen that moment to aim his blade at her—and with a quick glance at her bloodied clothes and visible terror, he struck back as the horrible fight ensued. His kindness and soft spot for weak children and women being sullied by the bloody hands of the wicked had won over.
It wasn’t out of weakness or cowardice that they’d snuck away. Given their experience with the Strawhats, they could certainly pull their own in a fight; after all, that was how Zoro had come to respect them so fiercely from the start. However, they could very distinctly recall an argument from a long-distant past—one where he’d very clearly (almost harshly, even, if they hadn’t known him too well to think that of him) asked them to not interfere with his fights. Clumsy as he was with his firm words, they knew the lingering message.
I cannot guarantee our safety if I worry too much about your protection. I truly cannot afford any distractions. Your strength will be needed elsewhere. I can deal with things better on my own.
Respecting his decision and the effort it took for him to get over his pride to admit that, they’d since adhered to their solo battle strategies. And so with that talk still in mind, they’d left him to protect the woman and the girl, determination set on their face as they bounded off with their own plan to dispose of anyone that should prove to be a threat.
A decision they’d come to horribly regret, really. Especially when they’d happened to stumble upon the shack while scouting Zoro out, overhearing muffled sounds from inside. If they strained their ears hard enough, they could make out what could be soft words of gratitude and immense admiration from a female voice. Frowning, they peered in through the window and saw a sight that sent a painful pang ringing through their chest.
The stunning woman (Hiyori was her name, they’d come to learn) had herself entirely wrapped around his bandaged arm, tugging at him with a sweet expression of concern on her face that reminded them an awful lot of the worry they often wished to display whenever Zoro went out on his own. That feeling was too familiar for them to not recognize, and knowing that this woman was harboring it had them feeling worse than they’d expected.
Zoro’s exasperation and agitation seeped through his yowl as Hiyori pulled at his injured arm once again, and they had half a mind to strut in and push her away. How insensitive of her; pushing a heavily wounded man like that, even if he himself insisted on moving, was absurd! The swordsman knew his own limits well, but aggravating his injury still was too careless of her.
The bitter thoughts welling up inside of them stunned them momentarily, and they stilled in place from outside the shack. Since when had the mere idea of seeing him with someone else disturbed them so greatly? This wasn’t fair on either of them. Hiyori had no blame in this—after all, the young woman hadn’t done anything wrong to cause them to feel such anger towards her. In fact, she’d protected Toko as best as she could, even going as far as to shield her with her body.
And in all honesty, they couldn’t even blame her for expressing admiration for the man that had clearly stepped up and risked dealing all of the damage for their sake. His incredible strength and indomitable mental fortitude were a force to be reckoned with, and they knew more than anyone else just how awe-inspiring he was.
But a small part of them—the part that dug its heel in and turned its nose away to spout venomous words in their mind—remained stubbornly annoyed. Hadn’t their own feelings sprouted from admiration as well? It was how things started, wasn’t it?
No, no, that wouldn’t do. They shook their head at the awful thoughts that clouded their mind, no longer even looking through the window, too caught up in their messy thoughts. Before pointing any fingers and getting mad at a woman they’d never even met prior to this, they’d have to remember that Zoro didn’t owe them anything. After all, there hadn’t been anything official between them; nothing of concrete substance. It wasn’t as though he was their boyfriend.
Still, the very thought alone drove a sharp knife deeper into their gut, twisting and leaving a gut-wrenching pain in its wake. Perhaps it was only wishful thinking and useless whining on their part, but a part of them had believed that words weren’t needed to expressed the affection they’d thought they’d shared between them—and perhaps they’d blindly hoped that that same sentiment would’ve been enough reason for him to completely rebuke any approaches from Hiyori. He couldn’t be that oblivious, really, could he?
This was just ridiculous. With a roll of their shoulders and a determined expression on their face, they brushed off all their distracting thoughts. Dwelling too long on this was useless. The conversation going on inside had long turned to background noise, and with that, they walked off.
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After finally catching up with the rest of the crew at the ruins of Oden castle, they slumped in their seat, a detached and rather despondent look on their face.
“Weren’t you with Zoro?” Nami asked, a small frown on her face as she watched a troubled look flash in their eyes. “What did that idiot do?”
They weren’t really trying to be rude or anything, but they hadn’t the willpower to mention anything they’d seen. It wasn’t important anyways, so they only shrugged and hoped that it would pass as that. Nami’s frown only deepened, but before she could open her mouth to question them further, a loud cry of their names had them turning around to watch as Brook leaped in their midst.
“Zoro-san!” he cried out, his jaw dropping as he seemed incredulous, “You’d never believe what I saw him doing!”
Furrowing their eyebrows, they looked up at him. “What happened?”
“He was asleep, with a lovely maiden in his arms! They seemed rather cozy too,” Brook hid his face in his hands, clearly distraught, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this envious of him. She looked so coy and sweet too.” Sighing, he went on to say, “I wished she’d look into my eyes like that while cuddled up to me… though I have no eyes, and there’s only bones for her to cuddle! Yo ho ho ho!”
“Oh my,” Robin chuckled, amusement flickering in her eyes, “That’s certainly an interesting turn of events.”
Neither of them had noticed how their face had turned away as their heart plummeted at his words. Though Brook was a terrible gossip, he was never one to tell a lie, so what he’d just said had to be the truth and nothing but. A small part of them argued in the back of their mind that there had to be some sort of logical explanation or a misunderstanding of some sort, but even if there had been, it didn’t matter. The swelling pain in their chest that threatened to spill their tears wasn’t letting up, and they didn’t care to know more about Zoro and that Hiyori anymore.
There were many cries of envy and shocked gasps and murmurs amongst the crew members, but they could hardly pay attention to anything other than their own thunderous heartbeat in their easy and that queasy feeling in their gut. Since when did Zoro let others—aside from their crew on certain occasions, that is—cling to him? It was nauseating; how jealous they felt at the moment, and how upsetting it was admitting that fact to themself alone.
Without so much as a word, they brushed themself off and got up, mumbling something about wanting to go for a walk. Though Sanji made a concerned comment, they shouldered every single one of their jumbled emotions like a heavy jacket and left the crew behind for a bit of fresh air, and hopefully some clarity of thoughts.
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“Hey. Hey. Oi!”
Sitting on a jagged tree stump, they turned at the voice of the person they least wanted to see at the moment. Mustering their nerves, they gave him their most withering look, to which Zoro visibly winced.
“What did that damn skeleton say?”
“I don’t know, is there something in particular you didn’t want him telling us?” they cooly replied, arching their brow pointedly as he seemed to struggle with what to say.
“No, but knowing him he probably said things that weren’t true,” he grumbled.
They prickled at that. “Are you implying that Brook is a liar?”
“I didn’t say that,” he quickly shot back, “I just… he probably hasn’t said everything or explained anything properly.”
“And why does it matter to you? What you personally do shouldn’t concern any of us.” Shrugging, they crossed their legs. “It’s your life after all, not ours. You don’t owe us any explanations.”
“Stop pretending like you don’t care,” Zoro snapped, scowling at them even though his eyes showed clear concern for them. “Just… listen, okay?” He paused for a second, watching the dubious expression on their face, before adding, “Please.”
Hesitating for only a moment, they nodded. “Alright.”
He sat near their feet, crossing his legs as he leaned back a little against the tree stump. “Kamazo got me with his scythe.” Lightly, his fingers grazed the bandages on his chest. “That woman—Hiyori—she managed to stop the bleeding and wrapped me up like this when I was passed out. Woke up, she thanked me and told me of her identity.” He looked up at them. “I’ll tell you about who she is when we regroup. Anyways, I fell asleep again in the middle. Too tired.”
“Best sleep of your life, I’d wager,” they mumbled under their breath, rolling their eyes as they let their annoyance slip past the icy façade for a moment.
Zoro’s stare intensified at their face, something akin to helplessness on his own. A small, bitter part of them was glad to see him fumbling to find answer.
“You know damn well that’s not true,” he sounded a little irritated as he said this, and so he took a couple of seconds to close his eye and calm himself down. “Woke up and the damn woman was stuck to me like a leech. Said something about it being cold. Dunno, I was pretty much out of it when I first woke up.”
It seemed he was being honest, so they took the chance to ask him, “Did she… happen to show any indications of any…intentions?”
Zoro awkwardly glanced to the side as he cleared his throat. “Yeah. She said men liked it when she slept beside them. Asked me if I did,” and before they could interrupt him, he continued, “And I told her to shut the hell up. Think I got the message across.”
For a few seconds they both remained silent, before they nodded, “Fine. I believe you.”
The swordsman blinked blankly. “Is… is that it? You don’t have anything to ask me?”
“I mean, what else should I say?” they sighed, something cold and hard in their chest melting slowly as the brown eye they always found themself seeking worriedly tried reading their expression. They stood up, offering him a hand to pull him up. “Come on, looking up like that can’t be comfortable for your back. Let’s get back to them. You need proper rest.”
“I’m fine,” he grumbled a little, but remained otherwise quiet as he followed them. And maybe it was just their imagination, but they could’ve sworn that Zoro had walked much closer to them than he usually did—and maybe it was their own selfish desire to see him smiling at them only, but they were almost sure they saw the corners of his lips quirk upwards a little. The warmth of their cheeks probably gave their thoughts away.
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Separated for a while after having reunited with the group at the ruins, they waited patiently for Zoro to come back. He’d said he had something to do, and so they’d nodded and silently promised him they’d wait for him. Understanding in his own eye, he’d went off, and they’d grown annoyed to notice that Hiyori had trailed after him. It was a little comforting to know that Zoro had no interest in the woman who’d turned out to be such an important person, but still; was it necessary for her to follow him like a lost duckling?
Upon his return, the other Strawhats had already begun to walk off, too impatient to wait on him all this time. In his arms he carried an unfamiliar sword, its blade gleaming in the light of the setting sun. It almost looked majestic. Though they were gaping in awe at it, they didn’t fail to notice how Hiyori’s smile was a little sweeter and more eager as she walked next to him.
“Enma was my father’s. I know it’s in good hands now,” her voice was soft as she said that, her smile gentle.
Zoro hummed. “Ah.” He paused only seconds later, a slightly concerned look on his face as he spotted the aggravation on theirs. “What’s wrong? Where are the others?”
“They already went off. I was waiting for you,” they glanced back at Hiyori, who was currently murmuring something in Toko’s ears and grinning so wide her face seemed almost dazzling, “Looks like you’re receiving gifts of love now. Don’t let me interrupt.” Part of them was joking, a half-smile on their face, but some annoyance still brimmed underneath the surface, the jealousy still clawing at their chest.
Zoro rolled his eye, exasperation on his face as he impatiently strutted over to them. “Idiot,” he grunted, sheathing his brand new sword and snatching their hand so quickly it momentarily stunned them. Quick to drag them away, their confusion morphed into hyperawareness as his hand curled around theirs, the calloused skin a lot warmer than they expected. “Doesn’t matter how I got it or who gave it to me. Don’t overthink it.”
Now picking up the pace to fall in step beside him, they glanced down at their tightly entwined hands, a grin making its way onto their face as they glanced up to see him flush up till the tips of his ears. Cool-headed and stoic as he might seem to others, it was rather endearing how he was always so easily embarrassed and flustered by any show of affection towards anyone.
The skinship was no exception, but their heart melted just the tiniest bit in their chest as they realized that he’d done that as a form of reassurance; confirmation that whatever they had wasn’t just going on inside their head. Perhaps it was a miniscule display for someone else, but for them, it meant the entire world, knowing just how meaningful it was to Zoro himself; for him to put himself completely out there and expose vulnerability to someone else.
“Getting all soft on me, Zoro?” they teased, despite the blush that warmed their own cheeks as they smiled at him, pointing their chin at their clasped hands as they walked through a much more secluded area.
“Shut up,” he mumbled peevishly, not even turning to face them as his face grew impossibly redder, a strained look on his face, and they struggled to chuckle out loud at how desperately he was trying to not let his embarrassment show any further.
“Oh, but it’s fun to tease you a little,” they grinned, an uncharacteristic joyfulness painting their words as they reveled in the newfound physical touch. They glanced around, noting that there barely was anyone around, if at all, “And no one’s here, anyways, so—“
Before they could say another word, Zoro halted in place, rough hand reaching up to push back their hair and leave a clumsy kiss to their forehead. Rooted to the spot, their eyes blew wide as his lips brushed their skin, leaving it tingling as he pulled away without so much as a glance back. His raging blush to the nape of his neck was more than telling, however, even as he grit his teeth and walked away wordlessly.
Spluttering, they gaped after him, heart clamoring in their chest as a multitude of swelling emotions fought inside them. Of all of the mixed feelings that jumbled up together, the most prominent of them was a deep affection that bordered on something else; something they didn’t dare name lest it slip past their fingers. It completely washed out the bitter taste of any previous jealousy from their mouth, clearing their mind of any coherent thought of anything aside from him and his strong figure in front of them bathed in the warm colors of the sunset. It was a little striking, and they stumbled for a second at the realization.
“I—You can’t just do that! Hey, Zoro!”
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sorry i really really really want to ramble because my GOD Raphael has me in a chokehold. my christian grandma would probably get an aneurysm if she ever learns the amount of affection i have for a fictional nasty devil man
Raphael always striked me as... i def don't have the needed english vocab for this, but, yk, nudging? hinting? suggesting rather than forthcoming? a cat seeing the rodent go into its hiding place and simply waiting near it rather than pushing its paw inside. a cat staring at it's human when they cook rather than trying to steal the food bits by itself. yk????
he nudges us in the right direction, he knows one way or another we'll do what he wants us to do and so he waits and plays around rather than straight up DEMANDING we do something. he only goes yeah yeah so and so its YOUUUR choice yes YOUR CHOICE..... its like that thing he said with Mol, what was it? "to choose the only option she has left"
and i think in a romance it would be very much the same, in situations. i imagine if he goes in for a kiss, he... well, he won't *go in* for it necessarily. he'll move in just enough for OUR mind to think of it, then patiently wait for US to make the first move, and goddamn it I'm pouncing onto him alright!!! it reminds me of a post i saw a longass time ago about how flirting is basically saying horny/affectionate stuff but also having enough deniability to say "oh,no, thats not what i meant at all". and he's literally the personalization of that.
"did... you flirt with me?" "take it as you will, little mouse, all i wanted to say is [explains in still a vaguely flirty manner lmfao]"
and that opens up, like... how would he be when he's not patient enough??? if his patience is JUST running thin he'll probably pull us closer yeah but make it not too obvious and more almost like how you pull in a dance partner. he can't let us know he NEEDS to kiss us, hmmm? and when his patience is gone for sure i can definitely imagine him just straight up grabbing us tbh. you didn't give the cat enough attention so get ready to be clawed at until you give it a VERY MUCH DESERVED treat you ungrateful human
(cat-coded raphael believers unite)
so so so sorry to drop all this text on you i--- 💀
🏃🏼🏃🏼🏃🏼🏃🏼🏃🏼
Anon, you stay right where you are! Don’t you dare and run away! [Guards, close the gates!]
I'm being silly omg, don't mind me. But never apologize for coming at me with Raphael thoughts, I love this so, so much! 💕
Also I wholeheartedly agree! Raphael definitely is an observer who likes to tempt action and then see it unfold, curious for the direction it will go. The comparison to a waiting cat really fits! After all, isn’t it that much more satisfying if the food is brought to you instead of taking it yourself? 😌
"To choose the only option she has left", that’s quite classical devil behavior if you ask me. - Making the deal with him appear like the last resort. Maybe moving a few things into place here and there, but ultimately just offering a solution in desperate times of need.
Omg, I wondered about this so much, anon! Because yes! True! Raphael has time and I even think it will take him a while to come to terms with his own feelings (those feelings he shouldn’t have as a devil). The “tempt then wait and see” behavior plays into this perfectly and gives him the chance to declare it a mere game he enjoys.
I imagined a scene where Tav or Durge teases him and he can’t resist anymore, loses his patience, and kisses them with demanding passion. But oh, I really, really like your idea too. Maybe even more, since you are right, that’s such a him thing to do. Offering, preparing “the deal” but it’s Tav/Durge who needs to sign it by claiming those tempting lips for a kiss.
Or well, why not combine it: Tav/Durge teasing him, Raphael losing his patience (we all know he struggles with self-control when confronted in well-aimed manners), but stopping himself from the last step, his fierce need so very obvious and still holding himself back, because as you write: He can’t let them know he is internally shaking with desire and yearning for them.
And the way I imagine him to flirt is quite similar to this, indeed. Sometimes just teasing or some flattery, sometimes lewd like the liquor in bellybutton line, but he has this suave demeanor that always creates a bit of distance and allows his prey to take a step backward if they are not willing to go there (yet). Tav/Durge needs to be quite courageous to get that next step from him. Of course, Catphael Raphael has to make it hard for them, probably because he enjoys it but maybe also because he’s not quite sure how to deal with it all himself. His usual duality of hidden insecurities and egomaniacal pride we love him for.
#cat-coded raphael believers unite#well spoken anon#well spoken#raphael#raphael bg3#bg3 raphael#dmagedanswers#bg3 spoilers
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Hii no pressure and if your requests are closed rn please ignore but i was wondering if you'd write more about elrond x Gil-Galad's daughter? maybe one where she's accident prone and he tends to her since he's a healer or something? thank you for writing so much for him ur keeping me fed with so much content rn 😩😩
My requests are open, don't worry!!!! So this isn't a direct part two, but it references The Princess and the Herald! This was a super cute idea, so it's a short and sweet one for you anon!!! I'll keep writing for Elrond as long as y'all want me to <3
Accident Prone Princess
You were a princess, beautiful, graceful, and poised, expect when you weren’t, which happened to be often. You were a bit accident-prone, frequently getting papercuts or walking much too fast and tripping on the cobblestone walkway.
This often had Elrond worrying over your health and safety. Your poor husband was a gifted healer, and you were his most frequent patient, much to your father’s amusement.
It brought Gil-Galad a great amount of joy to see how deeply Elrond cared for you, and he also seemed to enjoy sending Elrond running all over the city in search of you. You had a sneaking suspicion your father still hadn’t forgiven your husband for that night he caught you two in the garden.
“My starlight, you must be more careful.” Elrond scolded softly, as he knelt before you, brushing a salve over the scratches on your arm. It tingled pleasantly and had a fresh peppermint scent to it.
Your father had stopped court to have Elrond look over your wounds, and you had to sit beside him, the whole court waiting as your sweet husband fussed over you.
“I was trying to keep up with ada, and there was a rock…” You explained, face burning in embarrassment.
Elrond looked up at you with a fond expression, a smile tugging at his lips. “Perhaps I will carry you to all your appointments, lest you lose a limb on your next errand.”
“You seem awfully concerned for someone who convinced her to have a dalliance with him against a garden wall.” Your father drawled, taking a sip of his wine.
Elrond’s face went bright red. “Again, my king, I do apologize for my lack of propriety that night.”
You shot your father a look and caressed Elrond’s cheek. “Pay him no mind, my love, he is only teasing.”
Elrond looked unconvinced, but proceeded to wrap your arm up gently. “Now this needs to stay covered until the morn, then I will check how it is healing.”
You leaned forward and kissed him chastely, smiling at the shy expression on his face. “Thank you, husband.”
“Yes, thank you, Elrond, now we must continue with the court proceedings.” Your father said, turning back to the gathered nobles, who were talking amongst themselves.
Elrond squeezed your hand then turned to leave, gathering up his supplies.
“Yes, if you all could look at section five in the fourth scroll of law?” You asked, sliding into your heir to the throne persona, your back straightening, voice steady.
Elrond was halfway to the door when your father handed you the scroll.
“As it reads here, all elvenkind must—” You cut yourself off, hissing in pain as the scroll sliced the pad of your pointer finger, crimson blood welling up at the site of the wound.
“Elrond.” Your father called, laughter evident in his tone. “Perhaps you should stay?”
Elrond turned to see you with your finger to your lips and rushed back over, already pulling out gauze. “You may be right, my king.”
You groaned and held your hand out to your husband, ignoring the coos of the nobles, who found you and Elrond’s interactions adorable.
Gil-Galad motioned for another chair to be brought, and Elrond sat beside you, diligently wrapping your finger.
“As I was saying, all elvenkind must do good for the land, it is precious, a gift.” You started again, before throwing a grateful smile at Elrond who sat back and watched you prepare to take your throne.
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Hi I just wanted to apologize for not really sending any OM asks recently. Honestly the main reason why I haven’t is because the weird anons only showed up after I sent the original asks suggesting that the bond could transfer akumas, and questioning the effects of anise due to my own interest in monster biology.
I was really happy to have helped to inspire Wicked Witch and Little Red, but after seeing how my genuine questions about monster biology and magic seemed to egg on the other anons, I decided to pull away in hopes that me going away would make them go away too.
Truth be told, this actually happens to me a lot, where I get interested in the magic/science/characters of an au or work, and then the fans get super weird immediately after for some reason, usually because of my questions. I don’t try to do it, and I don’t want to cause trouble wherever I go, but it always seems that every time I ask a question or suggest a brief idea, other people will take whatever I say and then run with it in the worst direction possible. Last year I joined two au projects for fun. One got weird after I had an idea for a technology cult and the other got weird after I questioned if two characters would be in a support group together.
So yeah, sorry for all of that and sorry I’m cursed to forever be followed around by a gaggle of weirdos. I really wish I could question stuff like vampire microbiology, or if necromancy is tied to life magic since rot is an extent form of life itself, or question the potential of utilizing magical transformations as a method of lockpicking, but I’m genuinely terrified what others might see in what I ask.
its alright bud,, thanks for apologizing anyhow tho but, its all on the anons really.
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Hii!! I read your Gifts series and it's soo good!!! The way you write the tickle scenes make it so realistic. My bias is Seungmin so if it's okay with you can you pls pls pls wreck him a lot in part 6? Like maybe get Jeongin to help Felix wreck him for not helping him out earlier?
Gifts: Part 6
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your wish is my command! I hope you enjoy my sweet anon! 💗💖✨🌟
𝒍𝒆𝒆: Seungmin
𝒍𝒆𝒓s: Lixie and Jeongin
𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭i𝘯𝘨! 💗
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Lixie headed to Seungmin’s room, standing at the door as he watched the boy fidget and apologize rapidly. Felix interrupted him with a “Ya know, I don’t wreck you as often…but today…get ready to see stars Minnie” Felix giggled cutely as he approached the boy, who scrambled underneath Felix and running out the door, earning a shriek of surprise from Felix himself as he ran after the panicked younger.
“PLEHEASE!” Seungmin screamed as Felix managed to grab a chunk of his side and squeezed. Felix ran right past Jeongin, who did a double take and chased the two kids throughout the dorms.
Soon enough, however, Felix and Jeongin did manage to corner the frightened puppy in the corner of Changbin’s empty room. Lixie assumed the older had gone for his evening workout and was probably flexing those muscles in the gym.
Jeongin smirked evilly at Seungmin as the vocalist whined in fear.
“Plehease! Don’t come any closer!” Seungmin giggled in anticipation.
“Nah. You definitely deserve this for leaving me helpless.” Jeongin replied while wiggling his fingers in Minnie’s direction, causing the older to burst into giggles. Felix bolted at the vocalist as he screamed and ran. Directly into Jeongin’s arms.
‘Aish.’ Seungmin thought before he screeched and cackled as Jeongin’s hands flew down to his hips and massaged them in a very ticklish manner.
Felix managed to catch up and pin Minnie’s arms over his head on the couch, leaving the puppy helpless and begging as Jeongin sat on his hips, grinning down at the opportunity to make him pay.
“Make him beg, Innie!” Felix said while smiling cutely down at the boy. Seungmin’s eyes widened just as Jeongin managed to dig his fingers into Minnie’s tummy.
“Nahaha! Plehehease leheheave me ahahalonee!” Seungmin giggled as he arched his back, just to screech and slam it back down when Felix managed to wiggle his fingers into the small of his back.
Jeongin decided to target some new areas. “OOH! I have an idea! How about we wreck all of your spots, and let’s see which one you find the most and least ticklish! Doesn’t that sound like a good idea, Felix hyung?”
“NO IT DOESN’T!!!” Seungmin screamed in between, eyes darting frantically between the two lers.
“Hmmm I think it’s a very good idea indeed. However, there’s something I wanna know first. Innie, you told me my gift has two words in it, so I think it’s only fair that Minnie can tell me what letters they both start with! How about that?”
“NOHO plehease noho”
“Well, too bad” Felix grinned as Jeongin slotted his fingers into Seungmin’s ribs and scratched roughly.
“NAHAHAHA JEOHOHONGIN!”
“Yes, hyung?” Innie replied cheekily, loving the wide smile adorning the puppy’s face.
“PLEHEHEASE NAHAHT THEHERE”
“Okay!” Jeongin smiled as he aimed for Seungmin’s armpits instead, however the vocalist had other plans, slamming his arms down to the side and almost throwing Felix off balance.
“Woah! I didn’t expect that!” Felix yelled in surprise. He fixed Seungmin so he was sitting vertically on the couch, then walked behind the couch and pulled Minnie’s arms high above his head, stretching him way more than Seungmin would’ve liked.
Jeongin scratched as Seungmin’s sides, smiling when the older burst into giggles, trying his hardest to squirm side to side but failing terribly. When he scratched at Seungmin’s underarms again, it was all over.
“HAHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE I CAHA- CAHAHANT HAHAHA'' Jeongin decided to give the lee a break, instead sitting on the ground as Felix sat facing Seungmin’s lower body, letting go of his arms in the process.
Jeongin winked at Felix and both boys dug into Minnie’s thighs at the same time, causing the vocalist to scream like a madman.
“YAHAHAHA BINNIE HAHAHALP!” Seungmin screamed as Changbin passed the room to get his water bottle, grinning at Seungmin’s pleads as he walked out, heading back to the gym.
‘Oh that brat’s gonna pay.’ Seungmin thought before dissolving into another round of boisterous mirth, as Felix and Jeongin decided to aim at the puppy’s knees.
Lastly, Felix headlocked Minnie’s feet and pulled all his toes back as Jeongin scratched underneath and all over the poor boy’s soles. This was the breaking point for the vocalist as tears ran down his face and he pounded on Felix’s back begging him to just stop.
“OKAHAHAHAY PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” Seungmin screamed as he was convinced he actually saw stars dancing in his vision.
The two lers stopped before Felix spoke to Jeongin.
“Ya know what’s my specialty in these situations, Innie?”
“What is it hyung?”
“Raspberries!” Felix pulled Seungmin’s pantline down slightly as the relished in the vocalist’s begging as Felix lowered his head, but never actually touched his worst spot. Seungmin felt like screaming. He waited and watched Innie with tense eyes.
Until Seungmin felt an intense buzzing sensation on his v-line.
“N-NOHOHOHOHAHAHA FEHEHELIX AHAHAHAAA!” Seungmin screamed as he pushed at the back of Lixie’s head, the sensation too much as jeongin managed to wrestle both his arms above his head again, and Seungmin was left utterly helpless as Felix blew raspberry after raspberry on the boy’s v-line while massaging his hips at the same time.
“OKAY! OKAHAHAHAY PLEHEHEEHEASE AHAHAHHAH I- HEHHELP!”
“THEFIRSTLETTERSTARTSWITHAN “P” ANDTHESECONDONESTARTSWITH”A” JUHUHST PLEHEHEEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP-.”
Poor Seungmin’s laughter went silent as he bucked his hips and slammed his back up and down as his face reddened and the tears streamed down his face.
The tickling stopped immediately as the lers didn't want to kill Seungmin.
“Thanks for your help, Innie!” Felix called as he headed to the last member he needed to interrogate, Changbin.
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ok guys so genuine question. do you think i update too fast or do you want the fics spread out a little more? Have a great day! 💗💖🌟✨
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