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johnpriceslamb · 5 months

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𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐏?

❛ you ask the Van Der Linde boys if you could sit on their lap. ❜

BEFORE YOU PROCEED! ┊female ! reader . afab ! reader . reader is physically shorter than chars mentioned below . suggestive themes implied . wrds . not edited . not proof-read . Javier ver touchy . google translated Spanish . John is very drunk . 1.4k wrd-count

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍

You want to what?

You tinker your lashes multiple times innocently at his flabbergasted expression, unconsciously tilting your head at his dramatic approach. From your tone alone meant nothing but the most purest intentions, he knew well you mean no harm. But hearing those words made his cheeks burn a tad bit brighter.

“May I please— “No, no, I heard ya the first time- I just..” He abruptly cuts you. He narrows his eyes at you, sizing you up head-to-toe just to see if you were in a playful manner. You weren’t.

He grumbles softly, contemplating. He scratches behind his neck for a bit before a deep sigh escapes his mouth and he leans back on the wooden chair he sat upon.

“C’mere.”

He beckons you to come closer with two fingers lazily waving in the air. Immediately do you obey his simple commands like a lost pup, hands clasped prettily in-front of your chest as you easily plop yourself on his lap. Your back almost hits his chest, akin to a literal brick wall from all of the labour work he’s done. Unconsciously does his large hands come to your hips, positioning them slightly just so you’d be a tad bit more comfortable.

It’s easy to tilt your head upwards to see his face, the prickles of hair sticking out on his chin is the most prominent thing from your view. He feels your stare almost immediately and looks down at your beady eyes. He has to stop himself from grinning at your unawareness.

The cowpoke could only narrow his eyes at the soft giggle you produced from your mouth, a hand resting on your hip, “What?”

You look away with a tiny smile, “Nuthin’.”

He lets out another deep sigh, before pinching your cheek.

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍

The bottle of beer in his hand almost slips to the ground after hearing your simple question.

He raises a hand to scratch at the stubble on his jaw, mindful to be aware of the deep claw-marks embedded on his skin. The bottle was placed on the table with a clumsy clatter, back supported by the edge of the table.

“..Watchu say?” He squints his dark eyes at you. He must’ve drunk too much, perhaps he heard you wrong. His tone was always raspy yet so demeaning playful even. You took it as if he didn’t want you to, and you shrink meekly.

You stutter shyly, “I’ll just go ask someone else—

He felt his guts squeeze and churn at the sight of you sitting on someone else’s lap. All sense of proper etiquette is thrown away from jealousy and alcoholic behaviour, his hand is very quick to grabbing yours as he roughly pulls you back. A tiny squeal escapes your lap as you clumsily fall on his chest and onto his hard thighs.

Your hands are clinging onto his opened top to balance yourself, the smirk on his face visible as he sees how shy you suddenly became.

The strong scent of alcohol makes your nose scrunch up. He rests his chin on the crook of your neck, stubble lightly tickling your sensitive skin. After a few minutes of making yourself comfy on his lap and finally staying still, his hand comes to grab his bottle to take another chug.

“John,” You almost whine at the way he unconsciously starts to bounce his knee up and down. A habit he’s not prone to ever since he started drinking. It was almost like he forgot you were sitting on his lap after a few minutes. Immediately does he stop his movement, a low slurr of babbles and a soft hiccup escapes his lips, “Whoops— sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, he cheekily stares down at you.

“Y’know,” He hics.

“Yer behind feels kinda good on my-

“John.”

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

He’s a bit clueless at first, bless his heart.

He’s busy carving a small piece of wood with his knife, hunched over as his long hair falls, covering the sides of his face almost elegantly. He wasn’t bothered to tie his hair back, nor raise a finger to place it behind his ear. He stops re-shaping the small piece of wood as he hears a soft patter of footsteps from in-front.

“Hm?” He hums, his guard lowers significantly once realising it was you. The knife is lowered too, and the items were placed afar so it does not distract you nor come in your way.

“May I please sit on your lap?” You ask with those big beady eyes of yours, hands behind your back as your tone is light and sweet.

Of course, silence is ensured for a few seconds. His brooding figure straightens up from his spot. He quirks a dark, angular brow at your much smaller figure.

“Why?” He asks with a straight face.

Your cheeks burn, and your expression was alike of a kicked pup. He catches on quickly, and he immediately feels bad for seeming so nonchalant and blunt.

“U-Um.. I just, I wanted to.. N-nevermind. Sorry.” You shyly stammer, akin to a doe whom tries to stand up for the first time.

He easily suppresses the smile which almost etched onto his face at your stuttering. Cute.

“I didn’t say no, y’know.” He gestures you to come over with a simple pat on his thigh. You beam, eagerly toddling to him like a tiny tot wanting to get her stuffies. You sit yourself on his thighs, shoes quite literally lifting off of the ground because of how big he was. Even if he sat down, he still always towered over you.

He allows you to wiggle a bit on his lap, but a hand comes down to rest on your knee to squeeze it a bit as a gentle warning to not go any higher. You do obey, of course. Your back is to his chest, your hands positioned on your lap as you almost melt at how warm he was.

“Comfortable?” At each word he uttered to you, it was more toned down in pitch, a low hum always started. You nod lazily, a smile of satisfaction of how comfy he felt underneath. You don’t mind the way he snakes his arms around your waist. “Good.”

𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀

You regret asking.

Simply put, he’s handsy.

The smirk on his face is very visible. The log he rests upon feels even more smaller as he slowly starts to manspread right in front of you. The guitar in his hand is placed gently just to the side before he beckons you to come forth. You reluctantly sit on his lap, almost squirming at how close he was.

A hand on your hip, another squish to your thigh, a soft roll from his hip teasingly upwards, a touch here, a touch there..

“Javier!” You whine, swatting his hand off your curves. He could only teasingly grin, before shrugging. “..Tu pediste esto.” His voice serenades.

You try to swat his hands off again, but merely give up, knowing he won’t stop any time soon. You lay your cheek on his chest, lithe arms wrapped around his waist as your back arches a tad bit from not supporting your structure. His hands are on the small of your back, rubbing small circles on the softness of your clothed skin.

The embers from the mini camp-fire is light and descends off in the dark night, crackles of the wood calms your nerves down just a bit. He does tone his touch down just a tad bit for your sake, despite wanting to desperately grab at.. literally anything. He’s had ladies before, but by far was he the neediest when it came to you.

You can’t help but take a small peak from above, wispy lashes coming to tinker a bit when he tilts his gaze to fixate on you. A small smile on his face, as he greedily eats up all of the touch you gave to him.

“..hi.” You quietly mumble, a bit muffled because of the fact that half of your face is mushed against the fabrics of his clothes. A fox-like grin etches on his tan face as he presses a tiny kiss on your forehead, entertaining you by replying with a simple “hola.”

“You’re really clingy- and touchy. I hope you know that.” You grumble when his hand comes to cup your curves again.

He smiles lazily. “I know.”

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tokyo-debunkers-headcanons · 2 months

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ya know how jin usually wears his jacket uniform around his shoulders? my brain literally does not shut up abt this so would it be possible to request a romantic headcanon/drabble with frostheim and vagastrom boys where they give their jacket to the reader (and ur reasons for why you think they do) :’)

Thank you for sending in a request!

JIN KAMURAI

he doesn't give his jacket up easily, just be aware. And as stated before He's not big on PDA but I think he'd get a little jealous if they were out and about together. If they were really cold He'd give it up, but he'd absolutely complain about it first. (CAPTAIN! DRABBLE SPOTTED ON STARBURD SIDE!)

Jin glared around at the dirty Vagastrom pit. If it wasn't for MC being there for a mission, he wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this for fun. He didn't trust those thugs to make sure MC got back to their dorm okay. When he finally spotted them, he made a B line for them, noticing some general students getting too close for comfort. He stepped in, using his powerful voice and stigma, saying,

"Stand down you thugs!"

Jin swiftly walked up to a shocked looking MC, taking off his jacket and throwing it over their shoulders. He placed a hand on their shoulder, glaring daggers at the general students and guiding MC out of there. When they were out he grabbed their hand and started leading them. Without taking his eyes off of where he was going he said,

"From now on, whenever you come to this shit hole. You take my jacket, is that clear?"

TOHMA ISHIBASHI

Okay, Tohma would give them his jacket if they were cold but I think it would be more of a shield from others if that makes sense. Like to cover them up or to comfort them when something is happening. (WELCOME TO THE DRABBLE DOME!)

Tohma narrowed his eyes as he watched MC leaving Frostheim for the day. He had spotted some general students milling about and getting closer to MC. He stayed where he was until one of the students had tried to grab their arm. In what seemed like a flash, Tohma was there with his typical smile. He held on to the offending students wrist tightly, his composure never cracking. After a moment he let go of the students wrist, and slipped off his jacket, placing it over MC's shoulders. He looked down at them saying,

"Please do forgive them MC. It seems I will have to teach them proper guest etiquette"

KAITO FUJI

Kaito would TRY to give MC his jacket like he's seen in movies and magazines. But he would get WAY too worried about if there was some sort of stain on it from lunch or if it smelled weird. Like if its raining, he'd be too worried about the condition of the jacket to realize MC either ran for cover already.....or is already soaked from the rain. (WE ARE LIVING IN A DRABBLE WORLD! AND I AM JUST A DRABBLE GORL!)

Kaito took a deep breath and shifted his uniform jacket as he walked MC back to their dorm. He saw on his phone that it was supposed to rain today and he purposefully 'forgot' his umbrella. As they were walking it started to drizzle, before quickly turning into a downpour. Kaito thanked whatever diety was out there for this chance. He swiftly took off his jacket, draping it over their shoulders and grabbing their hand to run back to MC's dorm. He laughed along the way, picturing what it looked like to MC. what he thought was a cute scene from a movie.....was really him dragging MC by the hand in the pouring rain. When they finally DO make it back to MC's dorm, they're both sopping wet and MC says,

"Thanks for lending me your jacket and all Kaito.....but i hope you know there's a hole in one of the sleeves."

Kaito died a little inside when MC told him that.

LUCAS ERRANT "LUCA"

Luca, being the lovely English gentlemen he is. He will always give MC his jacket even if it's just a little windy. He would beat himself up if MC got sick when they were with him. (EXTRY EXTRY! DRABBLE FOR ENGLISH BOI!)

Lucas had sent MC a message to meet him in the library to do more research on both their curse and demons. He was making his way to the library, when he spotted them. He waved and jogged up to them, a small smile on his face. He grabbed their hand and gently squeezed it. Keeping their fingers interlocked while they walked together.

MC was mentioning something that happened in one of their classes when Luca felt a drop of something hit his nose. He looked up, noticing clouds overhead. Without hesitating he took off his jacket and placed it on top of MC's head to shield them from the rain. He pressed his hand against their lower back gently guiding them into the building. MC fussed over how he was wet, but he brushed it off with a smile and a soft hand on their cheek, saying,

"I'll be fine MC. I was more worried about you. I wouldn't ever want you to get sick. I promised to protect you after all"

ALAN MIDO

Okay to start with, Alan doesn't wear his jacket. He HAS one, he just doesn't wear it. He has a vest though so its CLOSE ENOUGH! But with his vest, they HAVE to tell him that they're cold AND ask him for his vest. He has no objection to give it to them if they're cold. But his mind is on other things, he's not gonna get the hint if they just tell him that they're cold.

Alan was on his back, working on one of the cars in the Vagastrom garage while he waited for his partner to show up. Tonight was supposed to be date night and they agreed to spend some time together doing seperate things (its called parallel play for those who don't know!). He rolled out to grab a drink of water and a different tool when MC walked in. They were holding their arms and shivering slightly. He greeted them and went back under to work on the car.

MC sat down on the couch and cleared their throat. Alan rolled back out and asked them what was wrong. When they told him it was cold, he offered to get them a blanket or something. When they refused that offer, he didn't know what else to do and went back under. MC sighed and got his attention by calling his name. He rolled back out and asked,

"Did you change your mind on that blanket?"

MC had not and just asked him straightforward,

"Alan sweetie, I'm cold. Can I please borrow your vest?"

He thought about it for a moment before telling them no, then getting up and walking away. MC sat there SHOCKED. For a moment they were upset, but after a minute or two, Alan came back with a uniform jacket, tossing it towards MC, saying,

"Wear that. It'll look better on you than me anyways"

SHOHEI HAIZONO "SHO"

I feel like Sho would hand MC his jacket whenever he's either about to cook, or about to fight. He'd give it to them if they were cold sure, but he'd complain about them not being prepared.

Sho made his way back to the Vagastrom dorms with bags full of ingredients. He texted his partner MC to show up with an appetite. He was glad to see MC already at the dorms by the time he got back and parked Bonnie (his bike) properly. He raced past them into the Vagastrom kitchen, urging them to follow.

When they came in, they saw Sho adjusting his bandana to keep the hair out of his face and taking off his jacket. He held it out to MC saying,

"Hang onto this for me babe. I'm about to make a master piece"

Seeing the fire in his eyes, MC gladly took his jacket, slipping it on and sitting down at the kitchen counter. They watched as he expertly cooked: cutting vegetables, frying and double frying meats, even his plating was mesmerizing to watch. When he was finished he set the hot plate down in front of MC with a smirk.

LEO KUROSAGI

Leo would NOT give them the jacket he wears. Its a very expensive jacket that he got from a brand deal. The only time he would willingly give MC his jacket is if something happened and they were really really upset (not at him though)

Leo sighed as he walked to MC's dorm. He didn't bother knocking as he came into the old cathedral. He looked around calling for MC. He eventually found them curled up in bed, sobbing. He cringed a bit, not entirely comfortable with such intense emotions. He took a minute to think before sighing dramatically. He sat down on the edge of the bed and threw his jacket over their sobbing form. He put a gentle hand on their back, saying,

"Just try not to get any tear streaks on it, okay?"

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larluce · 3 months

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Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

Tagging @aceauthorcatqueen , @fallenxjas , @smileytrinity ,@lucifertookmyshoe , @an-entity-i-think , @thecornerofbelu , @griffonskies , @odinjm , @cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu , @thelady-mary , @bennedict , @nightninjaboy , @st8-of-grace Thank you so much for all your love ❤️. As someone who just entered the fandom and whose native language is not english it means a lot 🤧. Prepare yourselfs though, this is going to get dark.

LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 (You're here) , PART 10

A little more of "Valiant"

Despite Gaius words and Arthur's protests, Merlin starts his duties as Arthur's manservant just a week after been stabbed in the back. Not that he wants to be careless with himself, but the tournament is coming, which means Valiant will arrive soon. And his magic is finally working properly so he needs to be there for Arthur when it happens. Arthur, of course, reduce his duties significtanly so Merlin doesn't do a lot of effort while still recovering from his wound, but he lets him attend him in the tournament, which is all Merlin needs right now.

Merlin: (putting Arthur his armor on perfectly)

Arthur: You're quite good at this (thinking, confused) How weird, he was disastrous at the beginning.

Merlin: Gwen gave me dressing armor classes when I was still in bed and taugh me about your silly tournament etiquette (thinking) Is not a lie, it was very nice of her, but I need to be more careful, I'm not suppossed to be this competent yet.

Arthur: (looks at Merlin intendly and points the collar of his armor) This needs adjustment.

Merlin: Oh, sorry. (adjusts the collar, so his hands are between Arthur's shoulder and neck and his face is close to Arthur's)

Arthur: Now is too tight, lose it a bit.

Merlin: (nervous due to the closeness and the intensity of Arthur's eyes) Like... like this?

Arthur: (smiles mischievously) Just like that (points the cape with his head) The cape.

Merlin: The cape! Right, the cape. (goes to get the cape and begins to put it on quickly)

Arthur: There's no rush, Merlin. Take your time.

Merlin: (gets lost in Arthur's eyes as he finishes to put the cape on, thinking) What... what is happening? 😳😳 (snaps out of it) Your sword! I almost forgot your sword!(goes to get the sword)

Arthur: (sighs, thinking) Damn Guinevere and her extra classes.

Time skip. As expected, Valiant's snakes are exposed and Arthur kills them and gets Valiant arrested. Since they didn't try to expose him before, Valiant didn't have the need to send his snakes to kill Sir Ewan. So he is alive to be at the trial as a witness too. Before he can be burned at the stake though he's found death in his cell. Apparently he killed himself with a hidden knife.

Uther: Such a coward. "Valiant" was to big of a name for someone like him.

Arthur: Totally.

Uther: But I'm curious. How did you know the shield was echanted?

Arthur: I didn't know.

Uther: Really? Because you didn't seem surprise when the snakes came out of the shield. In fact, it seemed you were prepared for it.

Arthur: I didn't know for sure, but I had my suspicions. He was a knight, I couldn't well accuse him without being sure, much less without proof. Don't you think, father?

Uther: (thinks for a moment) You're right. Well done Arthur. After the display you did at the feast for that boy and then asking me to make him your servant I got a little worried. But I must say that, despite that slip in your behaviour, you've been acting more mature and with more wisdom. Almost like-

Arthur: A king?

Uther: (frowns) I think is too soon to say that. Let's say like a proper heir to the throne. You're dismissed.

Arthur: (starts leaving, but turns around) Father... I need to tell you something... about my nightmares.

Uther: Is this something like Morgana's? You need Gaius to prescribe you her concoctions?

Arthur: No, I don't think is the same. I'm not sure they're actually nightmares, really. I... I saw my mother.

Uther: What?!

Arthur: I don't think is really her, I never saw her. But she's beautiful there, blond hair, blue eyes like mine, and she had the most tender smile. (smiles sadly) She always tells me that she loves me and she would've given her life for me all over again (sombers his expression) But then she tells me the most horrendous things. Like you used magic to get her pregnant and that you were reponsable for her death.

Uther: ...

Arthur: But that's not true, right? It can't be true. You would never do something like that and then lie about it, wouldn't you?

Uther: (forcing a smile) Of course not, I loved your mother with my life. There isn't a day that passes that I don't wish that she was still alive. I could never have done anything to hurt her, much less with something as corrupted as magic.

Arthur: (thinking) Not knownly, not on purpose, now I understand that.(smiles and says) I can see it. You would do anything to get her back.

Uther: Exactly. Don't pay attention to those nightmares. If it keeps going I'll tell Gaius to prescribe you something.

Arthur: Thank you, father. I'm sorry for bothering you with this. It's just... Sometimes I wish I had met her. Just once.

Uther: (smiles, sadly) Me too, son. Me too.

Time skip. Arthur goes to see the dragon under the castle.

Kilgharrah: The Once and Future King. What a surprise.

Arthur: Don't give me that shit. It won't work on me.

Kilgharrah: (analysing Arthur) What is this? Your body is young but your mind is old. I don't know what you did, but magic must be involved.

Arthur: I just came to tell you two things. One, leave Merlin alone. I know you want to manipulate him into setting you free so you can get your revenge on my father.

Kilgharrah: He hasn't been answering my calls. But still, why would I listen to a Pendragon?

Arthur: Because I know were the last dragon egg is.

Kilgaharrah: (surprised) There's a dragon egg?

Arthur: For now it's safe. But I won't tell you where it is if you desobey me.

Kilgharrah: What use is this information for me if I'm still trap here?

Arthur: That's the second thing. I need three dragon scales. If you give them to me, I promise to set you free.

Kilgharrah: Why should I believe your word? You just told me you don't want Merlin to set me free.

Arthur: No, I told you I didn't want you to mess with his head just to get what you want. I know he'll come eventually. Just help him with whatever he needs.

Kilgharrah: Lets say I believe you. You expect me to not take my revenge once I'm free?

Arthur: In fact, I'm counting on it.

Kilgahrrah: ... I don't think I follow.

Arthur: You're not wrong. Magic was involved for me to be here. Twice, if you count the way I was born. Three dragon scales, the blood of 300 hundred man and the corpse of a king were needed for me to arrive, but I need to do the same sacrifice to stay.

Kilgharrah: (in realization) The forbidden ritual of the ancient Kings. Interesting.

Arthur: Do we have a deal?

Kilgharrah: It depends. Which king are you planning to sacrifice?

Arthur: I think you already know.

Kilgharrah: (smiles evilly) Very well, anything else you want to ask me?

Arthur: (with a lump in his throat) When I... when you're finally free... Avoid women and children as much as you can, please. And don't just kill left and right. I just need... (cuts himself)

Kilgharrah: 300 hundred deaths. I get it.

Arthur: (pauses) No... 299.

...

I WARNED YOU! It was kind of planned from the beginning. But I want to read you. Do you think it makes sense for Arthur to turn out like this? 👀

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gazzistt · 5 months

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·˚ ༘₊· 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 🧘🏾‍♀️

itadori, sukuna and choso headcannon // here me out…all three of them as siblings. sukuna as the eldest, choso, then itadori.

notes┆︎i usually reference this au when writing my [ itadoriolderbrother! sukuna x reader ], so if you want to know more about that world refer to here :))

⊹˚∘ SUKUNA.

Sukuna grew up spoiled. SPOILED. Being the first and only child of Kaori and Jin at the time, they gave him everything he could ever want.

I like to think that Jin and Kaori were rich as hell. I'm talking about five estates all decked out in multiple traditional-style mansions. They had maids, butlers, attendants—everything!This is where Sukuna spent most of his time and can explain why he acts like he’s better than everyone later in life.

Sukuna was homeschooled for the beginning of his life, never having to mingle with regular people. He learned everything from the comfort of his home, attendants at his beck and call. It was here he learned etiquette, manners and basic liberal skills. Afterward, he was sent to the best schools in the country—his parents only wanting the best for him.

As Sukuna grew older he got a job at his father's company and found out that his parents made him the sole successor to ALL of their assets—only adding to his trust-fund nature.

Sukuna had a very close relationship with his parents, so much so that he was devastated when his mother died shortly after giving birth to Yuji.

This led to his more brutish nature, distancing himself from his father and baby Yuji, going off on a more crude path. He became rouge, got in trouble a lot more, and started fighting. Jin tried his hardest to rectify his behavior, but those attempts didn't seem to work out. So he let him be.

Jin soon found himself growing more weary and left Yuji in the care of his parents, Co-parenting with his father. But, shortly after that, Jin passed away.

Sukuna attended his funeral, and although he wasn't as devastated, it still hit him hard. His grandfather asked Sukuna to visit him and Yuji for some time, seeing as he now had custody over the children as their legal guardian.

However, Sukuna only fulfilled this request during Yuji’s toddler years. After that, Sukuna was as absent as could be. So absent, that Yuji forgot he even had an older brother.

It wasn’t anything personal, but Sukuna was too used to the luxurious lifestyle he grew up with. Their grandfather was a lot more…modest, more simple, more basic. And that was precisely the reason why he stopped showing up.

Sukuna only appeared again when his grandfather died, leaving Yuji without proper care. He decided to take guardianship of the boy and ‘rekindle’ their relationship. Although it was a bit of a daunting task considering he was absent for 16 years of his life. Whoops.

Nevertheless, Yuji eventually came around, the two of them growing close despite their constant bickering and opposing views. Sukuna was family after all.

Sukuna and Itadori lived in a condo in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in the area. Itadori didn’t realize it at the time, but his brother was insanely rich. Sukuna never really talked about it, and Itadori never wanted to hear anything about his parents—which Sukuna thought to be a shame, because he would never have the childhood that he did.

⊹˚∘ ITADORI.

Itadori didn’t know what to do when this random man suddenly claimed to be his brother. I mean, how does one even respond to that?

Eventually, Itadori had no choice to believe him. I mean, Sukuna looked exactly like him! It was almost like they were twins, except he had tattoos covering his face, was much older, and had much less face fat too.

It also helped that Itadori could remember Sukuna—faintly, but just enough to know that he met him a couple times in his life.

When it came to living with Sukuna, there were some…difficulties. I mean, he was arrogant, pretentious, and shameless—all the personality traits that made up the people Yuji hated. But Yuji learned how to tune out Sukuna’s voice, choosing not to let his temperament rub off on him.

For the most part Sukuna left him alone. He did have a job, after all. He would fly out for days at a time, coming back home only to chill in his room, and never coming out until he had someplace to be.

At that point Itadori practically made the home his own, the emptiness and barren design choices soon becoming occupied with color and random objects. Like the sudden appearance of a sleeping bag (?), a PS5, clothes, paintings, wallpaper—by the time Sukuna came back home he couldn't even recognize his own home!

“Hey you brat, what the hell did you do to my house?” Sukuna snarled, his briefcase dropping to the floor in his stupor.

“Oh! I thought you were supposed to come next week—”

“You thought?” Sukuna shakes his head, walking towards his brother who was sprawled out watching a movie on his couch. “What? We're you gonna paint my walls too?”

Needless to say, Yuji found himself sleeping outdoors that night.

Amidst the discourse, Yuji did appreciate the little moments he had with Sukuna. Like when he taught him how to fight!

Apparently, to Sukuna, Yuji had a lot of raw strength in him. Whatever that meant. Yuki couldn’t see it yet, but Sukuna insisted to step in to teach him how to punch.

“Kid, what enemies are you fighting?” Sukuna chuckles, throwing his head back with laughter. He just couldn't believe what he was seeing, his own brother—trying to throw a punch with the most dubious of forms.

“Shut it. I don't want to hear it from you.” Itadori tells him, continuing to shadow box in the middle of the living room. “If you don't have anything good to say, then don't distract me.”

Sukuna scoffs, throwing his hands up in his defense. “Whatever. I just can’t watch my doppelganger throw punk ass punches.”

Sukuna then gets up, stopping Itadori from…whatever he was doing. He stands in front of him and throws a punch, showing Itadori a visual of the perfect form.

“Hey, that looked solid!” Itadori said with newfound enthusiasm, bouncing around the room.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, that looked like it would connect!”

Sukuna simply smirks, shaking his head. Of course it looked like it would connect. He was the best fighter he knew—and there would be no way he’d let his little brother embarrass that title.

But the most weirdest moment that happened to Itadori by far was when he gained yet another brother.

⊹˚∘ CHOSO.

One day Itadori got into a little scuffle with some guys. Nothing too drastic—just a slight little altercation.

But, by the time Itadori came home, he was beaten and bruised—clearing losing the fight.

All Itadori knew was that he got absoulety wiped clean by an emo guy with black hair and dark circles. A bit embarrassing to say the least, but Itadori was so sure that he would never see that guy again.

Until…he did.

“You’re not Yuji.” Choso says flatly, eyebrows lifting in confusion.

“Yeah, I'm not.” Sukuna responds, just as confused. “Who the hell are you?”

Currently, Choso was standing outside the door of Sukuna’s condo—how he got there is unknown. All he knew was that his brother was in there and he had to see him.

“I’m Yuji’s brother.”

Sukuna stared blankly at him, a scoff leaving his lips. “The hell you are, that kid was the last one to pop out of my mom, that's for sure.”

“Oh, so you must be his brother? Well, I guess that makes us siblings as well.”

“Huh?”

Sukuna was thoroughly confused. Who the hell was this random ass kid? And why did he claim to be related?—he must be mental.

Sukuna couldn't deal with this so he called Yuji to clarify. That is when he revealed that this was the chump who beat him up.

Apparently, they beat each other so badly that Choso’s injuries led him to believe that Yuji was his brother.

And he was thoroughly convinced. Equipped with shared memories that only Sukuna and Itadori could have known.

Being a kind soul, Itadori decided that they should allow Choso to stay with them—just until he could regain his memories. Although it seemed unlikely, he believed that there really was a chance Choso could be related to them.

Sukuna, however, wasn't too pleased at this idea, since that merely resulted in another mouth to feed. Nonetheless, Choso began living with the brothers—an arrangement that soon became permanent.

Surprisingly, Choso fit in perfectly. Almost as if Sukuna and Itadori were missing a puzzle piece. He wasn’t loud like Itadori, nor was he pompous like Sukuna. He leaned more toward the reserved side, acting as a medium between the two extremes.

He would sometimes chill around the house, playing board games with Itadori and sometimes Sukuna—if he willed it. But the majority of his time is spent taking walks, reminiscing, and listening to music.

Choso‘s friends are kind of shady to be honest, always getting into altercations and trouble. But whenever Itadori expresses his distaste for one of them, he drops them immediately.

I just think Choso is such a family man, always putting their interests first. He is a firm believer of ‘blood is thicker than water.’ Always ready to protect his brothers of any harm should become them.

Thankfully, it hasn't come to that yet—and he enjoys the new home he found for himself.

a/n: finally finished this 😩😩 i need some water. also i just think choso random appearance to be so fucking funny b/c what do you mean your related to me?

#FIRST FIC #FIRST POST ^3^#⊹˚∘#🌷🌱#sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #itadori yuuji #itadori yuji #jjk #jjk headcanons #choso kamo #jjk choso #older brother sukuna #itadori has brothers #jjk au

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badcaseofcasey · 1 year

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a/n: I'm so blown away by the positive response to this - I'm still kind of a newbie to the steddie fic world. Thanks for reading, and I'm glad you're enjoying this AU as much as I am!

Steve turned, looking for the source of the voice and finding a young kid with big brown eyes and a buzz cut, two sword-like sticks and a hopeful expression on his face.

“There aren’t any dragons here,” he said back, confused a bit by the other boy’s words and the sensation on his side.

“Sure there are!” The boy gestured at the air around them. “There can be dragons anywhere we decide there are - and I say there’s one coming out from the trees over there!”

Steve found himself instantly sucked into the other boy’s magnetic energy. Steve’s friends didn’t often want to play like this - they preferred sports to make believe - but Steve was ready to fight dragons wherever this boy said there were dragons.

Steve reached out a hand to take the stick sword that the other boy was offering him and smiled.

“What’s your name?” the boy asked.

“Steve,” he replied, then remembered his mom’s lessons on etiquette. “And yours?”

“I’m Sir Eddie!” he said. “And I dub you-” the boy tapped each of Steve's shoulders with his stick - "Sir Steve! Come on, let's go - the dragons are getting away!"

They spent the afternoon fighting imaginary dragons, protecting their imaginary villagers and defending the imaginary land they’d sworn to protect, until Steve’s nanny stood up and looked over at him for the first time since they arrived and announced it was time to be getting home.

“I have to go,” Steve said. “My parents are getting back tomorrow, so I have to make sure my room is clean.”

“Oh, okay,” Eddie said, shrugging his shoulders and looking sad to say goodbye. “Well, I had lots of fun - maybe we can play again tomorrow if my uncle says it’s okay!”

“That would be awesome,” Steve agreed enthusiastically. He couldn’t get enough of how fun it felt to be around this other boy who seemed to follow his imagination wherever it took him.

Of course, Steve never ended up seeing the boy at the park again. His parents were back in town, so his visits to the park had stopped for a while - at least until they left again. But he never forgot Sir Eddie or their afternoon of fighting dragons. When he got older and learned what the words on his ribs meant, he told exactly one person - his new nanny, a different one than the one that had been with him that day - but she quickly shut him down as soon as he started to tell her about the boy from the playground.

“Mr. Steve, this world isn’t always kind to boys who got their words from other boys,” she said in a hushed tone. “There's nothing wrong with it - but this is a secret you should keep to yourself, just between you and me, until you know it’s safe to share.”

Steve nodded seriously. This nanny was relatively new, but he trusted her - she had never gotten mad at him, not even when he had spilled the cup of water from his paints.

So he had kept it to himself, but he had also kept the memories of the other boy - his soulmate - safe. It was easier just to lie about it than to try and explain what had happened.

Until of course, Sir Eddie made his way back into his life - just as dramatically as he had the first time.

Part 3

taglist (let me know if you'd like to be added/removed!): @infinitetrashbag @vampireinthesun @swimmingbirdrunningrock @maya-custodios-dionach @thev01dd @obsessivlyme

#my fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie #soulmate au #met as kids au #Stranger Things #steddie soulmate au

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mewpangxin · 1 year

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♥️The Queen Of Hearts♥️

TW: Yandere, Manipulation, Graphics Of Violence, Deaths mentioned, Adult themes maybe?, Toxic relationship, Victim Blaming, Psychological horror, etc.

Note: I'd like to say that my Mc is not cheerful, there's a hint of them being bullied in this.

(It's probably obvious TT that English is my second language, hopefully my grammar is okay!)

“Are you ready to begin, my darling?”

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—ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A CURIOUS LITTLE THING, sometimes bolder than normal.

You were admired in a universe which titles 'Wonderland' and met many strange customs in it.

How astonishing to be exploring and talking in fantastical stories! That was until you caught the attention of the monarch himself.

He finds your existence.. peculiar.

“Oh, and who is this lost dear?” His tone has no bite as his gray eyes dilated innocently at you.

Surprisingly, he didn't berate you when you came out mysteriously by an opening portal created by someone's power at his tea parties and being the oh pure soul you were, you asked him upfront whether he would be okay if you’d like to be friends with him. How (ignorant) brave of you.

“Your majesty, forgive them! They didn't know any better about their etiquette and manners!” The advisor of the queen with a clover mark stated.

“Trey, don't. We should hear.. how our queen is going to handle this.” The orange head muttered, his expression was unreadable.

“..That moron is a goner. Sheesh.” The red haired boy chimed in with sympathy.

“They're not dying! Don't be weird, Ace!” His partner who was serving drinks nagged at him.

“The heck are you on, Deuce?!”

“Eh....??” Your lips thinned with anxiety.

Everyone stopped what they were doing almost comically as they prayed at the demise of yours.

What they didn't expect was that a vehement burst of giggles escaped their leader himself.

The attractive royal laughed so much!

That he forgot to compose himself!

His subjects were combusting in the background and the wine-haired male regained his senses.

“Are you bothered by this?” You inquired. A rush of memory from reality washed over to you. What if he despises you? What if he thinks you're a freak?

His brow raised as if scanning your horror.

“How terrible of me. As its ruler, I must apologize for a moment. I am Riddle Rosehearts, a queen of this land you stand. What about you, visitor?”

“Erm.. I can't say, uhh you can call me however you wish, sir..” You bowed with a grin, still waiting for his response. Unlike other 'Alices' he knew, you took your time to remember *ahem* his rules.

You both hit it off and exchanged whimsical ideas on hobbies, traditions and silly stuff that you can chat with. You became enthusiastic when you informed him about your goals, your parents and adventures that you'd often go to. He seemed peaceful and even gave you his tarts too!

“Of course, history from your country is baffling. Then again, our state isn't the same, is it?”

“Mmh, ah, your majesty! Can you teach me how I must conduct my speech in your presence? Are there any books you would recommend to me? I'm a slow learner! I don't want to be rude to you. You have been hospitable. I should repay you.”

“It appears you have problems at your school? Is it affecting your performance during classes?”

Riddle's words may be sweet like sugar and cakes but his intentions weren't out of generosity.

In it there hides a tension that you weren't able to decipher as you nodded obediently, too absorbed with your conversation to comment on his overly protective behavior about your life.

“I just feel like I don't belong there, can't I be with you for an eternity? I could work for you!” It was lighthearted and you were jesting to him.

Riddle distastefully clicked his tongue.

“You dared to farce around with ME.....?!”

You don't mean a word you apprised!

“Your majesty? What.. are you..?”

“Rule 154 # Of The Queen Of Hearts: One must not cancel a request from her majesty.”

“What?! Hold on.. I didn't agree to anything-”

“Or are you deaf in what I'm saying? I'm The Queen Of Hearts and I hereby announce that you will be my-bride-to-be! My words are law!” You weren't that stupid, putting two and two together.

“How..! That's a dictatorship!” Your mouth moved.

“When have I said I was a nice queen?”

His smirk was frigid and it looked more noxious than previous rounds he sent. “I have the impression that you promised to be with me by your own free will. You are not going back on that one pact you spoke of, are you, my crown?”

“Listen! Please, please..! I can't marry you, your majesty! I.. I can't be! That is..” Insane.

“You should beg more then.” He scoffed. No longer upholding his kind image that he feigned.

“That's..! No.. no..! Surely, you're joking!!”

“You can't leave, not unless you can kill me. You don't have the legendary sword either, do you?”

He had eradicated White Queen's goons already.

“The blade that is for slaying Jabberwocky?” Mad Hatter had explained to you of its origins.

“You don't need it.” Riddle remarked venomously.

“You destroyed it....?” You wondered.

That damned weapon he had placed a curse on it with ancient spells that only he can revert.

And? What if you're a destined hero? He will ABSOLUTELY have his happily ever after!

“I could never hurt anyone for..” Your shoulders sagged as your inner panic grew by seconds.

Riddle's expression was cruel as he analyzed.

“Our tale fancies you a lot. Alas —what can it do if you are tender-hearted with your enemies?”

“T-There are other ways to go back to my world!”

And you were correct on that. Riddle remained stoic as he took a sip of his herbal tea tardily.

He brought his cup of liquid onto his saucer.

“Yes. That is if you're competent for it.” He sighed as he finished his sentences. “So? Are you going to challenge me into a duel? A game? Which is it?”

“A duel? A game? With.. you who is a wizard?” He deliberately chose his lines to rile you up.

You weren't going to win if you were hasty.

“I'm not a savage. I allow you to take options. And you did nothing. Can you blame me?”

You would be ethereal if you were to sit on the throne with him. And it was a good opportunity that you were simply gullible. If you were smart, he'd have to break you than what he wanted.

“You..!”

A single drop of tear slid from your hazy eyes.

“I thought.. I thought we were confidants!”

“Throwing tantrums won't make me negate my resolve. It's your fault for being this credulous.”

“Fine.. I'll do it. Let's fight. I'll pick what we WILL do next, you can't cheat or turn to your allies! Most importantly, you can't use magic at all.” You have to set a covenant up, or else he could be sneaky.

“Alright, I will not do that.”

He wasn't a scummy type of man anyway.

“You promise on the sun above us?” You said.

“Yes, I do. If I cannot be faithful, I'll let you have a clue or a hint to help you back to your family.”

“Are you lulling me into false securities?”

“What are you ascribing of me?”

“So you are not?”

“You're getting off track. Shall we start?”

It was quite hilarious that you think you can weasel out of his grasp. You weren't great at these things. It was inevitable for you to end up embarrassing yourself when he's done with you. Should he kiss you? Dress you in a wedding gown? Ah, he's going to prolong your downfall, your face would be adorable to inspect when you realized you could not beat him no matter how hard you initiated.

“I hope you're not a liar, your majesty.” You said vigorously as you eyed him with skepticism.

“If you can defeat me in our bet, I'll tell you the answer you'd be glad to get. However should you fail to do this, you'll become my King Of Hearts as per our unanimity. Do you understand me, Alice?”

Your blood veins turn icy as his threat hangs.

Losing your role will mark your doom.

If you became his significant other..

You will get stuck here!

“You're.. crazy!!” You inhaled a shaky breath.

“That's excursive. Have you decided yet? What will you choose? Croquet? Hide and seek? Whatever you're confident in, I'll approve you a chance.”

❝ Now speak to us your verdict. ❞

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You should have seen the warning signs because ol' sweetheart, he's not going to let you run!

He's dead set on having you as his spouse in his kingdom. My, you think he's a rational companion, isn't it? You really are pitiful aren't you, our reader?

Never trust what strangers say!

Especially if it's from The Queen Of Hearts!

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Inspired from damnation twst au by @shiny-jr

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yuusishi · 1 year

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May I request the first years receiving gift baskets full of candy, chocolate and other goodies (flowers, a chibi plushie of themself, a homemade sweater, other food items, etc) for Valentine's day? Thank you, have a great day!

...FOR ME?!

pairings : Sebek Zigvolt , Ace Trappola , Epel Felmier

genre : fluff

cws/tws :

a/n : sorry anon I became busy on valentine's but here!! Also with my 3 character limit I picked Sebek, Ace and Epel

Sebek Zigvolt !!

He was off walking with his usual circle in Diasomnia, praising Malleus and scolding Silver for falling asleep, he was faring well until he heard your voice call for him. That's when he felt that annoying feeling again. His heart rate speeding up and feeling warmth on his face, it was an annoying thing a royal guard should not have to deal with!

"Sebek!" he heard you call again, snapping him out of his thoughts, he heard the little giggle of Lilia in front of him "C'mon Sebek, don't keep [Name] waiting, we'll be headed off to the cafeteria"

"Right! If you'll excuse me!" he yelled before running off to the side to you.

"What is it, human? Couldn't you see I was guarding the Young Master to the cafeteria?" his tone sounded as serious and as annoyed as ever, but you knew he meant no harm

"I got you a little something!" you excitedly said, revealing what was in your hands that were hidden behind you, Sebek's eyes widened at the surprise "Happy Valentine's day!" you yelled

Flustered would be an understatement, Sebek was fully quiet and stared at the gift in awe

It looked to be a handmade plushie of...himself?!

He wordlessly took and inspected the plushie that you handed over to him, convincing himself that he was looking out for any possible dangers and not because he wanted to admire the effort and skill that you put into making it, definitely not

"I suppose it would be proper etiquette to thank you for making something so...something like this. So, thank you" it almost sounded like he was struggling to think of words to say, but you smiled at him and said it was nothing before waving goodbye to join the rest of the first years.

"Oh~? What might that be, Sebek?" Lilia teased, "This was the gift that that hu...that [Name] gifted me earlier. Apparently it was for Valentine's day"

"I almost forgot that it was Valentine's today! You better start thinking of what to give [Name] on White Day then" the fae cheekily smiled at the boy who's ears still had a tinge of red, eyes fixated on admiring the small plush toy.

Ace Trappola !!

It was during Trein's boring history class that you suddenly got a clever idea, and a perfect one for your seatmate on Valentine's.

Ace lazily jotted down the history notes on his notebook, sighing out of boredom a few times, until he noticed you placed something on his desk. A paper rose?

"Oi [Name], what are you doing?" he asked, only to receive a "Stop talking, I'm concentrating" earning a small huff from the boy.

He continued writing notes until he noticed more and more notebook paper flowers landed on his space, he glanced over at you who was multitasking between writing notes and crafting the flowers. It wasn't the first time he's seen you this focused, hell he's your seatmate, but he can't say he didn't get flustered seeing you so concentrated on making something for him.

'What's [Name] even making all this for? It's not like it's my birthday or anything' he thought.

The final paper rose landed on his desk, alongside a note. Careful as to not let Trein see it, he quickly grabbed the paper and read it from below the desk

'Meet me outside the classroom after class, bring the flowers with you'

"You're so bossy, [Name]" he joked as he stuffed the note in his pocket "I should be the next Heartslabyul housewarden, then", you both silently giggled at your comment.

Ace walked out of the classroom with the paper roses in hand, trying to ignore the looks he got while carrying them, he was secretly wishing this was you asking him out for Valentine's and that these flowers that he ever so carefully held was for him.

As he buried himself in his thoughts and hopes, he suddenly spotted you coming out from the classroom, a small blush painting his cheeks that he got rid of in time

"What took you so long?" "I forgot to clean up all the cut pieces from those paper flowers, got a few papercuts too" you sighed

"Anyways, hand me those" you pointed over to the flowers that Ace had in hand to which he wordlessly handed over "Okay now turn around" "But what if I don't want to?" he said, earning himself a smack on the arm.

He turned his back to face you and closed his eyes, uttering "Are you done yet?" constantly before you finally yelled at him to turn around.

He grinned at your annoyance, but the smile quickly dropped once he saw that the flowers were now arranged into a bouquet, it was wrapped in paper like one and had a note at the very front.

Happy Valentine's

Ace's face flushed pink, he was trying to keep his cool, he sputtered nonsense before actually saying something "T-Thanks um...happy Valentine's too..." he meekly said, causing you to laugh a little to the annoyance of the boy.

A new crisis befell on the Heartslabyul student, what should he get you on White Day?

Epel Felmier !!

Valentine's ended up on a Friday that year, and Epel needed to visit his hometown during the weekend. Thankfully, he informed (or rather ranted) to you about it the month before, giving you plenty of time to prepare something.

Epel was already packing his things, a small duffle bag was all he was bringing since he'd only be out for two days. His focus on planning his things was broken when he received a text on his phone. His annoyance was swept away once he saw your contact name, now he was even smiling

"Meet me outside the Pomefiore dorm after ya pack your things..." he mumbled, wondering what could you be planning this time. He wanted to rush and just stuff random things he thinks he needs to bring, but knowing that Vil might check his bag after packing he decided against that for the sake of his ears.

Epel sighed in relief after finally finishing packing his things for the weekend trip, now he has to wait for Vil to check it

'Gosh this is all so annoying, I'm not some kid, but that housewarden treats me like one' he thought as he sat on one of the chairs of his dorm room. He turned his gaze over at the window and saw you outside seemingly waiting.

He internally cursed for a second, how long had he kept you waiting?! An hour?!

Quickly getting up, he rushed outside, ignoring other students who greeted him or asked what he was running for. He's getting in trouble for this, 100%, but it was better than keeping you waiting for another hour!

"Oh Epel! You're here!" you greeted the boy who was panting with his hands on his knees in front of you "S-Sorry to keep ya...waiting, [Name]"

You stared at him confused, offering to go sit on a bench first but was quickly rejected.

"Anyways, I asked you out here becauseee..." you revealed unto the boy a sweater you personally knitted, the colors consisting of different light shades of purple

"I'm not entirely sure how cold it gets where you're from, but I made you a sweater!" you said excitedly.

The boy in front of you stood silently in surprise for a second, lips agape

"A-Ah! Thanks for this, [Name]! But why'd ya make this fer me, not like it's ma birthday or anythin'?"

"Because it's Valentine's, idiot, happy Valentine's day"

"Hey! I ain't no idio-!!"

Epel's complaining was quickly cut off once he spotted Vil behind you, now he froze up in fear instead...

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fluff #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek x reader #ace trappola x reader #ace x reader #epel felmier x reader #epel x reader

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autumnslance · 2 months

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send LOST for a scene from my muse's past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively {Zaine}

He was supposed to protect her.

Zaine's axe and armor, Evienne's spells and social acumen. They were a matched set of opposites, a team that had traversed the realm for months now. That's how it worked.

On reflection, he really hadn't known her that long; less than a year. Yet everything they had gone through made it feel much longer, or at least more intense. They had shared their histories, their hopes, more than a few secrets.

Never a bed, though; as much as he'd come to love her, it was not in that way. And she was still mourning the loss of her spouse, besides. So fierce friends and comrades they were.

...They had been.

Zaine was going to tear Gaius van Baelsar into pieces.

"Hey," Yda said, wandering over to sit with him.

"Hey," he replied, taking a deep breath and sitting up. "You doing all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. How--"

"How about Papalymo? And Thancred?"

She frowned. "They're all right, Zaine. Everyone is."

Not everyone.

Before he could say more, she stuck her finger against his lips. "How are you?" she demanded to know, glimpses of her blue eyes through the mask showing her own sadness and resolve. She removed her finger.

Zaine slumped. "I keep feeling like I did everything wrong. Missed something, forgot something. If I'd been a little more on guard--and I know, I know that's not how it works, I know you all rushed cuz you only found out too late, but I--" He rested his head in his hands, clutching his hair.

"I feel like 'it's not your fault' won't help, huh?"

He huffed out a bitter laugh. "No." They were silent for a moment. "I know he targeted her as a caster, as a threat. Even if I had been in her place, even if I had been on guard. And I know...Evienne chose this, same as the rest of us, but it...Gods, this hurts."

"Of course it does," Yda replied softly. "It will for a long while."

He sat back now, leaning on the wall behind him, Yda watching. "If I knew anything of Eorzean etiquette as a boy, I forgot it. Evienne, though...she had impeccable manners. And took it upon herself to teach me better. My rough soldier ways grated on her lady's sensibilities." He smiled thinly. "I don't think I'd have made half as good an impression on all those people without her. And nevermind how many of her own heroics have been overlooked. It's not fair."

"A lot of things aren't," Yda said. "Minfilia's speaking to her sister, and her son. He's so little."

"Yeah," Zaine said. "Not much older than my sister was, when we lost our father. This kid's lost both his parents now and I don't...I feel like I should say something, but what? 'I was your mum's partner but failed to protect her from a Garlean bullet'?"

"Zaine, you can't say that."

"No, of course not, I just," he pinched his nose, trying to stay the renewed feeling of prickling heat in his eyes, threatening another deluge. "I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. She would know; that's what she was good at! It's all her clever words and maneuvering that's made me seem a hero; people think I know what I'm doing, but I don't. And there's still so much happening, no time to sit here and wallow, but Sisters help me, I don't know how I'm going to do it without her!"

The tears fell despite his attempts; guilt and shame as much as grief pouring from him. Yda was silent, simply holding his hand, squeezing tightly, a reminder he had more friends and allies, more people to help, to rely on.

Just not his companion.

((As the 1.0 WoL, Zaine traveled around with a Path Companion, who I decided was a prim & proper elezen conjurer named Evienne. There is, however, a famous scene where Gaius shoots the Path Companion, and then fights Thancred, Y'shtola, Papalymo, and Yda. In Zaine's continuity, his Path Companion dies from the injuries inflicted in that incident.))

#final fantasy xiv #Lyn Writing #1.0 #Legacy #Backstory #Path of the Twelve #Path Companion #Yda Hext #Zaine Striker #Grief

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watatsumiis · 1 year

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Hey hey hey so I saw a roommate au and istg I have so many ideas flooding in now-

ok so every one agrees zhongli would be a great roommates and super organised helpful the whole package but let’s say someone like razor not so much

( wait now I want to make an offering / head canon thingy on a character now-Imma probably do it)

What’s your take on this?

Sips out

Ohh I love roommate AUs they're so silly (/pos) I'd absolutely love to see your takes on which characters would be good and bad roommates!! I'm gonna toss my rambling under a read more since it got. long. Sorry :3

I actually imagine Razor wouldn't be too bad of a roommate, once he's been taught the proper etiquette and how to clean up after himself. He'll build cosy little blanket nests around the house and bring home food to share. If asked, he'll do his best not to track mud in, and to manage some of the more tedious chores. it'd be like living with a younger sibling i think

I think some of the best roommates would definitely be as follows:

Zhongli - organised and responsible, the chore schedule is always consistent and fair. He may invite people over every now and then but usually gives prior warning, plus they're mostly quiet.

Al Haitham - as long as you don't bother him, he tends to mind his own business and quietly stay out of your way, which is all you can really ask for in a roommate.

Jean - though busy, she's quiet. Keeps to herself and cleans up after herself, but she will not clean up after you. She's got a knack for tracking what belongs to who and sticks with it.

Diluc is also fairly diligent in cleaning up after himself and running a household (when he's home, that is), so he makes for a fairly good roommate, unless you have a habit of leaving things laying around, in which case they'll probably accidentally get thrown out in his 3am cleaning fits

The very best roommate though, without a doubt, would be Thoma. It's like having a live-in housekeeper. Chores are unironically one of his favourite hobbies/calming things for him to do. He always cooks enough serves for both of you, with some leftovers for whoever might want it the next day. He's so kind and caring too, always checking in on you. It's like living with an older brother who is also your best friend. Though he simply cannot handle insects of any kind -- he calls you in if there's any kind of creepy crawly about.

The worst, however, would likely be...

Kaveh. If you've ever had experience living with someone who has ADHD, you might know what I'm talking about. He has a certain semblance of 'blindness' when it comes to messes on the ground or things left in places they shouldn't be, which can get pretty rough when he's always the one leaving them there. He leaves art supplies, diagrams, cutouts, leftovers and magazines wherever they may lay and just walks off, never to pick it up again. Things always end up in strange, unexpected places, especially when he's multitasking. He also eats all your food.

Bennett. Not for lack of trying, he works really hard to be a good roommate, but things always seem to go wrong when he's around. Broken amenities, taps left on, windows left open, the whole works. He'll offer to do your chores on occasion but they'll often need to be redone because he missed a spot, forgot to put washing powder in, or even shrunk your clothes by accident.

Ayato. He's a spoiled rich boy with no idea how to clean up after himself or do his own chores. He can't even cook for himself. He's competent in so many other things, but the basics of being a good roommate seem to elude him entirely and he'll often try to find ways to pawn his chores off on you, even stooping as low as to bribe you. He can be a bit messy, too, and tends to leave things just laying around. Sometimes he'll get mad if you try to clean things up that he's still 'using' (even if he hasn't sat at the dining table for three days, he's super insistent that those papers need to stay spread out all over it, exactly the way they are.)

Childe is a complete and utter slob. To the point where it feels like it's intentional. He eats your food and doesn't even try to hide it, leaving the rubbish out in the open (like he's bragging) or haphazardly tucked between the couch cushions. He'll take things from your room without asking and invite people over without any forewarning (or even inviting you to the big family dinner he seems to be throwing). He'll do his share of the chores if he's prodded into it, but he'll bitch and moan about it the whole time.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.

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bitchkay · 24 days

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Can i get soft Addis Ira hcs?

[Ask received Aug 26th 2023]

Ouu soft Addis is definitely a thought

Let's see

In an AU where Addis isn't y'know... that😳 and where hes actually a dad and a non corrupt king

That's actually kinda wholesome hold on--

Soft! Addis Ira Hcs☆

In a world where Addis dosen't blatantly call Lance a terrible son(while also actively being a a terrible father) hes... well a completely different person

Lance's daddy issues started as young as the womb cus why I find out Lance's mom was actually married to Addis- WHY TF WERE THEY LIVING IN THE DESERT?????????????????????

Unlike the other kings that are just like "oh I'm trying to protect them" "oh I'm trying to prepare them for dadadada" "oh this that and the third" bro is blatantly abusive💀💀 I'm pretty sure he knows he's shitty, he doesn't give a fuck

So an AU where... that's not the case is literally just flipping the switch, take everything bad and get rid of it🥰🥰

In an AU where Addis isn't an asshole Lance's mom would def still be alive that's for sure

Yall they can be a family yall🥰💖

Lance deserves that much

Lance deserves to have a proper family

Lance growing up not only with a dad in the home but yk actually having a home to live in--

That could've saved bro so much trauma

Addis is getting the Toji treatment yall I'm sorry💀 call this the cod equivalent of dad toji with baby megumi au💀💀

Can yall imagine Addis doting on his wife💞

Lance's mom died of a curable illness so in a AU where Addis dosen't indirectly kill her I can imagine him sitting at her bed side while shes sick, holding her hand, a little Lance on the other side sleeping next to her

Yall that's so cute

Lance is a mama boy, don't matter how good of a dad Addis can be little Lance will stick to his mama's side

Even go as far as push his dad away to have her all to himself

"She my wife." "But she's my mommy😠"

Addis and Lance are constantly fighting over his moms attention

Its actually really cute how little Lance get so possessive over his mom

*Addis giving his wife a kiss on the cheek* Lance: Daddy what are you doing!?🤬🤬 *pulls them apart* Mommy can I have a kiss too😇😇

Don't get me wrong the little guy loves both his parents but that's his mommy!!

Don't get it twisted tho, the boys out number her so where ever mischief ensues you know the Ira men have been😼

Yall do you think if they were in love they would have more kids😭💞💞

Lance would be an amazing big brother

Nah like imagine Lance's parents going up to him like hey bud you're gonna have a little brother or sister I'D CRY SO HARD😭😭

Imagine Lance w/ a little sister

STOP IT😭😭

I mean sure not EVERYTHING is Addis' fault but we were truely robbed, like imagine if Addis was soft and sweet and nice and Lance had a normal (as normal as a prince can get) childhood

WE WE'RE ROBBED‼😭😭

We really could've had at least a non hostile father-son relationship and didn't it's not fair😭

Omg imagine Addis as a girl dad😭

Like that's his princess

And w/ Lance as a big brother too like THAT LITTLE GIRL WOULD BE SPOILED ASF

And shes apart of the Ira clan too, yall forgot Ira represents wrath, that girl would be tough as nails, nobody can tell her shit

She beats the shit outta some fool being disrespectful and Addis and Lance look so proud.

I guess if Addis is good the country wouldn't be in shambles--

Well the country isn't in shambles perse

But if Addis isn't actively contributing to everything bad assuming Ira has been the way it is for a long time, I'd think there's at least a foundation there for Lance to take over as king to even more steps reform the country cus that's not an easy feat and can take probably decades maybe more to achieve

Please god makes the wealth gap not so violent--

Anyway guys they're a family imagine Addis taking a young lance outside to play

Playing out in the garden, hide and seek with papa

Let's get the old man involved imagine Zeneau is with Lance right, giving him his little princely etiquette lesson and stuff and then Addis comes to grab Lance for dinner and and Lance is like DADDY and runs up to him

I'm unwell guys

We were robbed

More than that bitch slaughtered this will never happen

Yall imagine if Addis was nice

Crazy

#kay answers #court of darkness #addis ira #lance ira #court of darkness headcanons #headcanons #voltage inc

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adultingproperly · 1 month

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Sejanus Experiences Gay Panic

The older boys were always required to shower after their gym period.

Sejanus was always the fastest in the group and that day was no different, as he had beaten everyone to the showers and was the first one out to dry off and get changed.

He had just pulled his uniform pants on when Coriolanus appeared, a towel around his hips and a smaller one in his hand that he was using to towel off his hair.

Sejanus felt his face flush. He realized too late that Coriolanus had asked him something.

"What did you say?" He cleared his throat.

"I asked what you got on the math test yesterday."

A single drop of water made its way from Coryo's shoulders down to his chest and Sejanus realized that he could not recall his math test score to save his life.

"I forgot," he said honestly, forcing his gaze away and training his eyes on the pattern of the tiles on the floor.

Coryo frowned. "Sejanus, are you all right?"

He reached over to check Sejanus' forehead and Sejanus flinched away like he had been burned by the touch.

"Sejanus-!"

"It's fine, I'm fine, just - finish getting dressed, Coryo. I'll be outside. I need some air-" Sejanus stumbled on his way out of the locker rooms and when he was a safe distance away, he fell back against the hallway wall, struggling to control his breathing. He could still smell Coriolanus' rose and sandalwood body wash and he rubbed his nose and face, desperately fighting for some composure before Coryo came back out.

The scent abated and Sejanus sighed. The school day was almost over so he could soon process what had just happened in peace.

Just then, Coriolanus appeared fully dressed to Sejanus’ simultaneous relief and disappointment, with a concerned look on his face.

"Sejanus, is everything okay?"

“Everything is fine, Coryo.”

“Why are you acting weird then?”

"You're acting weird!" Sejanus' voice increased by an octave, and he cringed inwardly.

The bell rang and Sejanus exhaled in relief.

"Where are you going?"

"Home, Coryo - I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Sejanus stalked away, his ears burning.

He yanked open the car door, not even waiting for Joseph to get out to open it. He did not have the patience to follow the Capitol school etiquette rules today and he didn’t care who saw.

Sejanus threw his messenger bag to the far end of the seat, leaned back against the headrest, and exhaled forcefully.

Joseph cleared his throat.

"Joe, please - just let me die of embarrassment without an audience."

Sejanus brought his head back up slightly to see his chauffeur watching him in the mirror, one eyebrow raised.

He huffed. "Fine, you really want to know?" He crossed his arms and pushed back against his seat. "Coriolanus changed in front of me today after gym, just like he's done for years, and I could barely get a complete sentence out. My face felt like it was on fire and there's no way he didn't notice the way I stared at him in that towel." He put his head in his hands and groaned.

Joseph hummed and Sejanus looked through his fingers. His chauffeur was shaking from barely contained laughter, his mouth pressed into a thin line.

"Shut up!" That only made the Avox laugh audibly, a low rumble in his chest.

Sejanus cried out, "You’re not helping, Joe! I’m going through an actual crisis, and one of the only people I trust thinks it’s hilarious.”

Joseph pulled the car over and looked back at Sejanus apologetically.

Sejanus sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's fine, I didn't mean to take my frustration out on you. I’m just mortified by my insufferable feelings. Please keep driving; I want to suffer in the privacy of my room.”

Joseph nodded and pulled away from the curb.

Though he had claimed he wanted to be left alone with his thoughts, Sejanus couldn’t help his rambling. "I don't even know what to do about it because he's my best friend, and I, what, have a crush on him now? What the fuck am I supposed to do about that?"

Joseph looked at him sympathetically in the rearview mirror. Sejanus let out an anguished groan before he pulled the hood of his coat over his head and closed his eyes, still feeling prickles of embarrassment as he tried to forget what had just happened.

#ao3 fanfic #thg tbosas #the hunger games #coriolanus x sejanus #sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow #coriolanus fanfiction #gay panic

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xjulixred45x · 2 months

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Ling Yao x Abused Reader

This is technically the last part of a series that my sister had asked me for at the beginning of my account but that I forgot over time and I apologize for that (I may write on my own about this fandoms in the future I have several ideas but now I'm going with this).

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: Mentions of child marriage, implications of physical and mental abuse, bad parents, egregious and alarming age difference, Hurt-Comfort, Fluff, Happy Ending.

To be fair, these two already knew each other in Xing.

(reader) is the only daughter of the war secretary of one of the many clans that were under the emperor's orders, the Han Clan.

But despite this, her father was not very interested in teaching her his work or making her stand out in general, he wanted her to become a "proper society lady" so he forbade her to come into contact with activities that could distract her from that task.

Her mother teach her, giving exhaustive lessons in etiquette, posture, manners, preparing tea and giving it a try (even if you didn't like it, since according to her "that would please your future husband"), teaching cooking, throwing dishes bad things in the trash or your head, etc.

Your parents prohibited or banned any type of material or activity that incited rebellion or that seemed "inappropriate for a girl." Learn to fight? "Boys don't like girls to have muscles" Politics? "Keep quiet you look prettier" Any type of physical activity that was not related to what is traditionally feminine? "It's not attractive to be running around like a beast."

And sometimes it was just too boring.

So you went out to see REALLY interesting things, like fights!

That's how you initially met Ling.

You both knew each other superficially through your parents, but when you started showing up to watch the Yao Clan's training, he became curious.

From time to time Ling would go straight to talk to you, thinking that maybe you wanted to join the fighting practices, but you couldn't really risk getting caught, so you would just talk or watch the other clan members train.

You went to Ling when you needed a break from the "lady" life your parents imposed on you. It was very liberating.

Ling, even at a young age, understood that kind of pressure quite well, not only having to fit into the mold but also having to constantly compete with his brothers and sisters.

Thanks to this they made friends quite quickly. You run away a lot more often just to be able to play with him. He was the only boy your age you REALLY got along with after all.

Your parents, even if they were against it, couldn't do much once you stepped on Yao land or found out WHO you were playing with, so it was AMAZING for you to finally be a girl.

Ling was more about acting before thinking, while trying to keep a cooler head, which made for a fun dynamic to watch.

At some point you even gave in and Ling taught you some basic fighting moves! Nothing great but at least it was a lot more fun than your dance classes.

Ling would even secretly pass you books about politics or books that your parents had forbidden you to read (things that you shared very lightly) and you would finish them in DAYS (but not without first giving Ling a kiss on the cheek as compensation, for his delight).

I think it's a little obvious that Ling may or may not have had a case of a childhood/youth crush on (reader) while they were growing up, but after a certain...situation, he didn't have the chance to really realize it.

Because one day (reader) simply disappeared.

She stopped going to training, she didn't go to the places where one normally found her to play, she stopped showing up.

What Ling didn't know was that (Reader)'s family had come up with an idea to end this rebellious phase and benefit once and for all now that she was finally of age.

Arrange a marriage, with the son of the emperor of the Han Clan...he was an adult and you were just a teenager.

Ling only found out out of mere courtesy of the clan.

And for a couple of months it was a pain trying to contact you. Not because he didn't want to! But because your family (and new "husband") made it very difficult.

The clans themselves had a complicated relationship with each other, after the emperor get sick it was even worse. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't risk generating even more conflict.

Although he had a chance to see her before he had to travel to Amestris, at a "family meeting" where the Han clan was.

Where would it be (reader)

....part of him is grateful he went and part of him wishes he hadn't.

Because when Ling came and looked for (reader) and found her, it was like seeing a ghost.

(reader) had become somewhat taller in recent months, she was well dressed and with several capes of makeup on her face, with a vacant and empty look, quite distant from the happy and unrestrained version.

She also didn't talk much before Ling arrived. Or even when he arrived, but at least her expression changed, that made Ling feel a little better.

Luckily her husband was busy enough getting into discussions about the country's military with his other brothers that he didn't notice Ling quite close to his "wife."

Despite everything, Ling was happy to see her being just as friendly, but quite tired, they took the opportunity to catch up.

(Reader)'s husband...could be worse. According to her. It wasn't easy, it's complicated, he got angry very easily and his friends are... shameless. but (reader) had been able to survive the situation well thanks to certain charms.

Even if (reader) is trying VERY hard to maintain control, Ling can see the anguish in all of this. They comfort each other in the situation.

The time before Ling goes to seek immortality, he spends it making small secret visits to the Han house or rather, visiting (Reader).

Try to make them have good memories before you don't see each other for a while :')

Imagine Ling drops the "I used to have a GIANT crush on you when we were kids" bomb☠️

During much of her trip in Amestris Ling thinks about (reader), sometimes she even buys things that she thinks she might like there (accessories, a book, things like that).

I can even see Greed making fun of him for that when it takes over his body☠️

When he eventually returns to Xing, he is mentally preparing to see (female reader). By coming up with a plan, you may not be able to help (reader) directly, but you can definitely do it externally.

(Reader) is DEFINITELY very surprised when Ling arrives not only completely changed, without Wu, and with his sister from the Chang Clan, but also comes with IMMORTALITY ITSELF...he achieved it..

All the commotion of Ling's arrival and her triumph over her other brothers means that (reader)'s husband does not notice when she sneaks away, wanting to have a talk with Ling.

They don't manage to say much to each other, precisely because of the rush and urgency of discussing Ling's appointment, but at least she manages to give him a big welcoming hug, telling him that she misses him and that she's glad he's okay.

Ling freezes for a solid second before returning the hug tightly and pulling away. Temporarily.

(female reader) is also present when he is declared the new emperor some time later.

Knowing Ling, he, May and Lan Fan will probably look for incriminating evidence of adultery on the part of (reader)'s husband so she can divorce him without problems. They leave the evidence "anonymously" but (reader) can recognize Ling/Lan Fan's writing patterns very well.

Ling and (Reader) keep seeing each other at family events, which is hilariously awkward for almost everyone but them, since no one can REALLY say anything to Ling now that he's the emperor, not even (Reader)'s husband, who He only stands on the sidelines while his wife and half-brother catch up on the adventure he had in Amestris.

When (Reader) decides to divorce of her own free will, guess who makes it official? ;)

If we look at their current relationship, it's better than either of them would expect!

Ling was pretty depressed after Amestris, Wu and Greed, but at least (Reader) never fails to make him smile or laugh, which helps his mental health a lot.

You can even bring out your old habits, like embarrassing/angrying (reader) a little and see her expressions, it doesn't matter if she gets her butt kicked. It was worth it!

(reader) must be the most sheltered woman in all of Xing, and no wonder, although at least she always has someone to talk to ☠️

When (reader) goes outside with Ling they have to have limited physical contact for etiquette issues, but Ling always holds her hand or hooks her arm around hers to keep her close :3

Both at some point can talk more openly about their traumas and cope with them with each other's help lots of cuddles during bedtime on those types of days.

At this point they would be very lucky if (Reader)'s parents are even still in Xing after what they did to their daughter and Ling becoming emperor 😅

This man is cuddly as fuck! Sure, you have to reserve the PDA in front of the other clans for appearance and etiquette issues, but once you're alone or with privacy? Nothing stops him. Especially with hugs.

I think Ling would be very interested in his partner learning basic defense, especially with Lan Fan being highly trustworthy. Even if (reader) is contrastingly protected, she knows that she is never too much.

In short, very sweet love that rots your teeth❤️

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#Fullmetal Alchemist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal Alchemist x reader #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood x reader #fullmetal alchemist ling #ling yao x reader #ling yao

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piinkyypriincess · 5 months

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LETTER'S TO MY LOVELY

Shinichi Okazaki x American!OC

"I Love You."

Main Pairing ~ Shinichi Okazaki x American!OC

Warnings ~ Possessive thoughts, obsession, grooming, denial, pedophiles, suggestive thoughts, and repeating the cycle of abuse.

Spoilers ~ Yes!

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No Beta Lmao)

Word Count ~ 2.4k Words.

Chp Summary ~ From the moment Shin met her, he knew he had a developing issue. Her brown skin would bruise a pretty purple under his lips if he had it his way.

Chp 2 ~ Ironic is the Sweet Symphony

It was too bad that Shinichi thought the same thing about her; a performer is what he truly was.

A poison apple in his own eyes. A wolf in sheep's clothing.

Penelope was sweet with her doe eyes and gummy smile.

Instead of preserving the sweetness of her syrupy eyes and sugary smile, he wanted to devour all the sweetness she would give him.

Innocence of his own to take, and taste.

A sweetness for him to have a hold on, and because people were cruel, Shin knew that best of course.

The Innocence of children is stolen by vultures who feast on their sugary trail of soft smiles and kind eyes; just like hers.

Shin thought of innocence of his own that was taken and abused.

Penelope was reserved, a naive girl who was hesitant with her every move and self conscious more than the average woman.

A girl is what she was.

Truly Shin was no man, but he smelled the sweetness that poured from the girl's thick lips even before he stepped foot on the train.

In that moment he shook her supple hands, and caught sight of that childish sparkly nail polish that chipped from her stubs for nails; he knew he'd never let anyone taste her sweetness if he had her. No one would abuse her as long as he kept her near him, nobody could as long as he could conceal the smell of her honey with his own.

She'd be ruined in Chofu, the naive foreigner she was.

Shin quickly decided as he scooted himself closer to her, that he would never talk to her again if he could.

Shin was good at acknowledging his own faults, and others too. He strived to improve himself as the best he could while bleeding with the abuse other ignorant adults inflicted on him.

He had a sweetness that invited abuse of all kinds with a soft smile and compliant body.

“So, how do you know English? Your accent is different from mine as well. Did you grow up here or somewhere else - wait! Is that an ignorant question to ask? I'm sorry,” Penelope's voice seemed naturally hushed, the sweet melody of her voice chiming through the stuffy metro air. The American girl fiddled with the cuticle of her index finger, picking at the skin.

Shin decided to spare her from her endless overthinking, her awkwardness was almost kind as she attempted small talk.

“I'm Swedish and Japanese. I attended a school in Britain for a bit so my English has a Swedish-British accent.” Not wanting to reveal more than that, Shin took control of steering the conversation to speak more about her. He was always assertive when he spoke, it was the way he was taught in formality and etiquette lessons.

Looking down at the map in her hand, Shinichi thought he'd ask, “Where are you heading this late, dear Penelope?” He teased with a sly smirk.

The map appeared to be marked up in a hot pink pen with side notes at the left white margin. She took a glance down at the map and gasped softly as if she forgot that it was in the hand she was picking at.

“Oh! I'm uh, I'm a transfer student at um - The new academy in Shinjuku. Star Academy of Fine Arts. I start next - ” She pauses her sentence and avoids eye contact nervously as she thinks of when she starts school. Shin smiles at the immature quirk.

The girl looks back into his eyes with a glint that says she remembers the date, “April, twenty-eighth! With my course undecided,”

Her big eyes widen a touch, the overhead light glinting in her brown irises as she realizes she's overshared a touch, and not actually answered the boy's question.

“I'm staying at a hotel for now,” Penelope nodded proud of herself for telling Shin, a practical stranger, where she would reside for a school year.

She shouldn't share that much. Even the tiniest scrap of information some creep will take advantage of and try to find her.

Just like Ryoko did with him.

“Ryoko's not a creep,” He reminds himself despite being consciously aware, she's using him in every way she can.

Shin hummed at the information with a small smile, and was going to ask another leading question when she surprised him and asked him one first.

“Where do you go to school?” Shin grimaced at the question and chuckled trying to think of an answer.

The brown-haired boy was always a good liar, ever since he was a child - he is a child -

Shin shakes his head a bit, bangs falling in his eyes with his faux laughter at the fleeting thought.

He couldn't tell the smaller how he'd cut class and ran away from home. How he didn't know what to do with himself now that he was practically free.

Minus the chain he'd wrapped around his neck and handed the long end to Ryoko, who he was staying with.

As long as he laid underneath her every night with fake starry eyes, and moaned softly into the early hours of morning; he was well taken care of.

“Seikou Academy for Boys is where I'm headed, in Shinjuku,” Shin partially lied to the girl.

He was headed there as punishment for his behavior with his stepfather; the wretched man itching to be rid of the insect that invaded his home.

Penelope nodded ignorantly and gave a small grin, not knowing what the elite school was. Everyone who heard about Seiko Academy knew that it was filled to the brim with snobbish boys who would live, and die, off of Daddy's money.

The Okazaki family was known for their capitalism and cash.

They owned most of Europe and Asia, old money that owned the land before industrialism took off. Seiko Academy was a small island for rich boys owned by Okazaki Institutions.

Shinichi left the first chance he could when his Father mentioned it, and he hadn't looked back since.

“Oh cool!” She said enthusiastically, scooting into his dampness, the girl grew a bit braver to continue.

“I like your earrings, where are they from?” She said looking at the silver adorning his ears.

Shin smirked knowingly to himself, “They're Vivienne Westwood, a big brand in England! It's even bigger in the punk scene,” His boyish grin stretched wider as the girl's eyes scrunched slightly in curiosity.

“The punk scene?” She raised a brow, turning to face him with a slight tilt of her head.

Shin swallowed the saliva that pooled in his mouth, along with the attraction he felt to her natural girlishness.

It wasn't like the forced one that Ryoko put on.

God, how he'd fucking ruin her if he had her.

His fingers twitched in want, he used them to twirl a curl of her hair around his finger. He figured she wouldn't mind, she was too open with his inviting affections.

“Yeah, punk rock! I love playing the bass,” He did love the bass. The comfort of the sound ricocheting off his blue bedroom walls, the weight of his bass in his hand, the custom blue strap around his shoulder.

Shin loved the bass more than any of the hoard of instruments that his father forced him to learn, much to the older man's dismay.

“The bass! You want to be a bassist?” Shin took a second to think about it, a small scrunch forming between his brows.

The girl's curls were soft, unlike Ryokos which had a rougher texture and crunch from the mouse she used to scrunch her hair.

Her hair was stiff with product that stunk of sour chemicals as she attempted to volumize what slight wave she had naturally into looking like crimped curls.

The girl's hair was the total opposite.

Penelope's was soft in touch, natural and springy. She had a girlish scent with the sweet smell of candy and floral haircare.

Jackpot.

He bit the inside fat of his mouth, releasing it, and smiled.

Besides being a prostitute to women and men, what would he do? Would he sell himself for the rest of his life? It's not like sex work was a particularly bad job. The boy shrugged, not entirely sure.

“I dunno what I want to do. But being a bassist would be cool!” He says gnawing on the flesh of the corner on his lip.

The boy played with the buckle of the belt he held after he let go of the spring of long black hair. The belt was the only item he refused to leave with his woman of the night along with his earrings.

Sometimes his clients had a particularly sick quirk where they wanted to parent him. Especially when he was even younger than their kids.

It was like the guilt they had chewed at their flesh and blended over into their kinks. They'd dress him in casual attire that was two sizes too big for his slender body, and showed off his prominent collarbones where lovebites bruised over.

It was like they were displaying that he was a plaything even if he wasn't with his clients outside.

Taking in the dark gold brown of the girl's skin, he thought she would look ravishing with a reddish-purple scabbing around her neck -

“You totally don't seem like a punk rocker, but I think if you wanna be a bassist you should go for it if you have the opportunity.” She remarked with a soft encouraging smile.

Shin took a deep breath and looked up back at her warm eyes. She was so oblivious from when he looked down her neck and chest.

“Yes,” He internally decided. A reddish purple, mulberry, color would blossom from the blood vessels being abused underneath her soft umber skin.

He would treasure her every day and night.

Those glossy lips stretched beautifully to show the pinkish brown of her gums.

Those glossy lips stretched gorgeously around his - Shin shuttered a breath.

Shin had met a plethora of naive people, but her sheer cluelessness from being both a foreigner in Japan and so defenseless as a childish girl.

It was like looking into a mirror image of his past self.

Shin kept eye contact with the girl who darted her vision on different objects on the metro nervously.

Shin huffed a laugh, “You think so, Penelope?” Shin loved the way her name rolled off his tongue, his Swedish accent heavy when pronouncing all the syllables.

The girl looked into his hazel coffee orbs with her syrupy maple ones. Her eyes were so wide and glossy that Shin thought they must have been doll eyes. Thick dark lashes lined her eyes, the feminine feature standing out starkly even without makeup.

She nodded her head and tilted it again to the left side instead of the right.

“Absolutely! I mean - Possibilities are the endless opening for more opportunities. If you're good at playing then why not try to be a bassist, right?” She remarked wisely, as if that sentence had been constantly repeated in her mind.

Shin hummed and looked down at his designer belt. The Vivienne Westwood sovereign orb was in the middle and the belt itself was long so it hung down past his thigh.

What if he joined a band? Shin was confident in his abilities, being not only professionally trained but passionate. He could do something else with his life other than have sex for money, he would.

Shin had plenty of opportunities for prostitution, but none for music.

Maybe he was born for other people to find pleasure in his body, and him to find solace in their company.

“Silver looks quite nice on your skin tone,” The girl quipped nervously, chewing on the middle of her lip as she worked herself up to continue the dwindling conversation.

Shin cut his eyes back over to her doll-like ones.

She was just a girl, slowly grasping the reigns of young adulthood. She was what Shin should be like instead of a grown-up in a boy's body.

While he was a man playing coy, trying to still be a boy for money; she was a girl going through life the way a normal teen should.

Shin had been deprived of childhood even when he was wealthy. He bit the hand that fed him because he was sick of bad parenting.

He was sick of hateful eyes that looked at him like he was the scum of the Earth.

While the true scum of the Earth gazed upon him like he was crafted with rare diamonds and gold.

It was ironic how difficult life was. It was ironic how the childish girl's words stuck with him.

He mulled over the motivational line he wouldn't have expected from the bumbling girl.

“Thank you, Penelope,” Shin started, his tongue heavy in his mouth. The train started to slow and Shin rose from his seat, taking the brown girl up with him by her hand.

The metro squealed to a stop, and the double sliding doors opened with a pop and squeaking noise of plastic against metal.

With a kiss on the back of her hand, Shin smiled genuinely and wrapped her fingers around his belt.

Years later, Shin still questioned himself on why he gave a random girl the belt his clients typically used on him.

His eyes scrunched closed as he stepped outside of the metro doors. He gave the sweet girl one last look before ripping his hungry eyes away from her.

“Thanks for everything, Penelope,” He said before turning to walk down the station, blending in with the hoard of people coming in and out of the trains.

If he even stayed another second trapped inside that boxcar with her, he was sure he would taint what was left of the innocents ebbing off of her.

The next month, Shin was walking around Chofu with his bass inside his gig bag strapped to his back as he bought a new belt.

It was ironic how Shin found a band poster outside an antique shop called Sabrina looking for a bassist.

Shin entered the shop with a boyish grin spread across his face looking for a woman named Nana Komatsu. The woman was like an overgrown child, a puppy who squealed and squeaked with delight over the smallest of actions is what he learned as they typed up a resume using her boss’s computer.

“Possibilities are the endless opening for more opportunities,” Penelope whispered sweetly like a guiding symphony in his head.

It was ironic how ironic life was; Shin would take this opportunity and run with it for now.

I was so happy when you told me that night that my words actually helped you follow through with joining Blast. That my random motto is what you heard as you performed for Nana.

You never ruined me, Shinichi, you never would, you never could, and now, you never will.

I Love You,

Penelope.

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I think it’s very interesting how hyper aware Rose!Wilbur is. He’s always aware of who is and isn’t looking at him. Even in a room full of people he knows that Niki is the only one who saw him leave. It’s almost like checking if he’s as invisible as he feels or he just notices because he’s specifically trying to communicate with Niki despite his father steering him as far away from her as he can in favour of ‘courting’ Tomys.

Side note: I forgot to mention that Phil full names him when telling him to come to his office after giving Tomys the tour. Right after clearly being disappointed. The pressure is on.

[Niki was clever. Terrifyingly so sometimes.] compliments. Also this is clearly a quality Wilbur admires in her and we learn in chapter 3 that this isn’t just something Wilbur thinks because Niki’s his friend and of course he thinks the best of her. She’s very quick to adapt to Tomys and invite him to get close to the point it forces Wilbur to finally get over himself and his childishness because of Niki can see it then he can be just as good or better (it’s that pressure his father puts on him which he then puts on himself tenfold).

[“The son of the Consil uses ‘foul language’?” He asked in an almost mocking tone, putting air quotes around ‘foul language’.] I love this little shit. [“He sure fucking does,” Wilbur joked as the runner rug beneath their feet turned to stone. “Much to his tutor’s disdain and his father’s pride.”] They would get along so well, probably will too once Wilbur gets past *gestures at analysis* everything. Chapter 3 shows that they have a similar sense of humour, but Tomys doesn’t expect that since Wilbur is always putting up a front

Side note 2: gotta love Phil being proud of Wilbur cursing like he does while Techno disappears. This is the uncle Techno content I need in my life.

Side note 3: Tomys being interested in the gardens and knows so much about plants not only tells us the he’s a gentle soul deep down, it’s also foreshadowing for Wilbur and Niki running into him in the garden because of course that’s where he would want to be.

Anyway, I love how defensive Wilbur gets of the ferronnière since he literally sees it as an extension of himself and a symbol of his value to the point he doesn’t think people would know who he was without it. But Tomys as an outsider makes a good point, Wilbur has lived there his while live, surely everyone knows him (and they probably do), but Wilbur has been raised to believe his only purpose in life is to become the next Consul. To believe the headpiece is important. So he has to justify that and all the pressure it comes with by telling himself people need it to recognise him (there’s so much insecurity there, you could fill the entire palace with it).

It’s so interesting how Wilbur focusses on the ‘freak of nature’ part rather than what Tommy is actually trying to say. It’s like he can’t fathom the fact that people would know who he is without that symbol. That they know who his is without that connection to his father. So instead he focuses on Tomys matter and changes the topic of the conversation, consciously or not. (Note: he does not say me, he reaffirms his position. You cannot insult him because of the title he holds, not because he, as a person, should not be insulted. This boy is all kinds of fucked up.)

(2/?) (it’s 2 right? I already lose count)

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wilbur noticing that niki saw him leave was definitely more about niki herself and wishing he could go talk to her than anything else.

I will say, phil full naming wilbur in that moment wasn't completely out of disappointment. while it partially was, the main reason phil full-named him there was because 1) they were speaking in front of a noble they had both only just met and are not familiar with 2) they are quite literally still In Court. it's more of an etiquette thing even for family members to use full names for one another in formal settings like that one in front of other nobles. as another example, if in that moment niki had walked over to join phil, tommy, and wilbur, it would've been considered inappropriate for wilbur to refer to her as niki and instead would've called her nikanna. again though, this is mostly just a situation-specific rule.

rose!niki is very clever and far more perceptive than people give her credit for. wilbur recognizes this for the most part, which we see in ch 3 in the gardens when niki adapts to talking with tommy like you pointed out. she's good at understanding what kind of demeanor a situation calls for while maintaining her sense of propriety at the same time. this serves her well in situations like in the gardens, because even though she doesn't necessarily like tommy, she knows how to use her manners and make herself seem genuinely warm and friendly towards him without missing a beat, unlike wilbur who struggles more with hiding his true feelings.

tommy is SUCH a little shit and if wilbur were a bit less stressed and had less pressure on him from his dad the two of them would've gotten along like a house on fire from the start. we'll get there eventually though lol.

I always loved the hcs about c!tommy liking plants so you know I had to throw a little bit of that in here. also I definitely went down a rabbit hole researching medicinal plants for that tiny section talking about what plants they have in the garden lol

rose!wilbur has SO much insecurity. tommy was pretty dead on, everyone would recognize him without the ferronniere at this point, but wilbur puts so much emphasis on it it's like an extension of himself at this point. which only goes to show how deeply he's connected being the son of the consil with his sense of self worth.

#ask #spruce anon #rose ch 2 #rose ch 3

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The Tale of The King & His Knight Ch3

The King was not the same,

He approached his Knight as if he were his friend.

Known is the King for being ruthless,

For all his Knights were slain mercilessly.

I didn't want to wake up. I drank the poison for the purpose of not waking up. But I really didn't want to wake up in the Knight's Quarters, and in my Knight's body. I was rethinking my life decisions when suddenly someone just… banged open the door.

"WAKE UP LAZY ASS. YOU'VE GOT AN ASS TO PROTECT. " a very lean man standing in front of my bed, spoke as bread crumbs fell off his mouth. I cringed. Has he no knowledge of etiquette?

"Stop making a ruckus…Feblone." I sighed, getting up. Thank God I remembered his name.

"Oh. You've got a surprisingly good memory." He said. I almost forgot his name. "Come on, let's go for a good hot bath!" He said, slapping my back. I almost cussed out loud due to the pain being so sharp. How could Famien withstand this?

I really regret drinking that potion. I shouldn't have gone to the old man.

In front of me was a large hot bath… filled with men. Naked. I'm used to taking a bath alone, in my large warm tub, scented soap, shampoo and lots of lather. Now I didn't know where to look.

"Are you shy, Big boy?!" Pervez, another Knight smacked my back again as he saw how reluctant I was to strip. "Last time you jumped in as if you didn't care about anyone watching you!" Damn Famien! The least you could do was have a sense of shame!

"Regrettably, I have recently been experiencing a touch of coldness. I trust my indisposition shall not inconvenience you; should it discompose you, I shall refrain from bathing this day.” I rambled, trying to escape from their clutches.

"What's up with you? " Wearing nothing but a towel around his bottom, Feblone chuckled. "You speak like a monarch."

Well I am a monarch. I laughed nervously, lest my cover get blown. "No, it's not like that…I mean… his highness asked me to-" I was explaining myself before I was interrupted by Feblone's loud laughter.

"Doesn't matter!" He said. "Now jump in before I push ya'!" I immediately removed my clothes and went inside the tub. It was much better than being pushed. I can't witness myself get embarrassed, it doesn't matter if it is not my body that is being laughed at.

"Ohohoho! Of course our King chose the best looking men out of all of us!" Roared Pervez.

Out of nowhere, a competition started; comparing who has the best body out of the few men left in the tub. I wanted to leave but I got caught up in their competition. I didn't intervene in their talks. But suddenly Feblone started complimenting Famien's (now mine) body. Of course, he is extremely well built as he should be. Being the King's Knight requires basic strength. But I didn't know that he is indeed, extremely well built. I thought he was just bluffing when I caught him admiring himself.

"Today, you gotta eat a lot! More than before, 'cuz you have to be tailing that ass!" Feblone laughed.

I knew that the Knights feared guarding me, but before that I knew that they hated me. Because, unlike my father, I was useless. And I was the only royal that survived the assassination that killed my family. I left my family behind. I left my kind hearted family to save myself. And my family left me in this God forsaken world.

"For real," I said. "Tolerating him requires inhumane strength. That good for nothing monarch of ours." Feblone stopped laughing and looked at me curiously. "What's wrong?"

"You never called him 'good for nothing'. What changed your mind?" He said and I went speechless for a while. Why didn't he refer to me what the whole empire did? What did he think about me?

Pervez and one more guy that I unfortunately didn't remember brought four plates each filled with Roast venison with a side of wild berries, beef stew with root vegetables, Roast quail with honey glaze, Spiced lamb shank with couscous and for dessert, Pheasant pie with a flaky crust. They then placed the plates in front of me.

"What?-" I began asking but Pervez spoke before.

"Pal, I know that you usually eat 3 plates," my eyes widened with shock. "But today you gotta eat one extra! Protecting the king, tailing around him for the entire day, and night, we don't know if he'll stop to feed you since he barely stops to fill his stomach too. So eat up and come back alive, I mean it."

I know that he means well. I also know that I need food to increase my strength, but I Don't think that I'll finish eating before I collapse. I laughed nervously and I prayed in the name of God and started eating.

I managed to finish 4 plates with the help of Famien's friends. By the time I took my last bite, the whole cafeteria was chanting 'you can do it Famien!'.

I trudged towards the palace ground where Farnak must've bought him by now. I saw him looking at a flower very closely. Minister Farnak seemed to be taking his leave but he paid him no heed.

"Good Morning….. Your Highness. " I bowed. But just as I said it, Famien (now in my body) whipped his head so hard towards me I almost heard it crack, and also bowed out of reflex.

In the garden there was not only me and him, but multiple gardeners and knights guarding from distance. My eyes almost bulged out of my socket. I saw Famien sweating profusely. Before he could say any nonsense, I exclaimed. “I apologize to Your Highness and thank you for teaching me the correct way to pay my respects to you, I shall reflect on my behavior and never give you the chance to correct my mistakes ever again.” I spoke quickly so the situation gets clear. The workers, who were confused and shocked, then nodded in agreement and went back to their work.

He looked at me as he got the signal and stood up straight, and cleared his throat. “Very well, I… shall.. overlook? Yes, overlook your mistake since it is your first day. However, I won't be very…. Lineint? The next time.” I bowed once again. As expected, speaking posh words seemed hard for him. I need to give him etiquette classes as soon as possible before he taintes my image further.

“Do you mind joining me for a walk?” He asked as elegantly as possible. I bowed and followed behind him.

“Getting used to your way of life is harder than I thought.” He spoke first as soon as he saw the coast was clear. “Says you.” I scoffed. “I felt like I could burst out by eating 3 plates of heavy food. Do you eat like this on a daily basis?” I asked him genuinely. I feel the need to puke as soon as I eat more than ten bites.

“Yeah, and for your sake, I only ate one plate today. So now you have to do me a favor and sneak me in the kitchen so I can eat more because I am still hungry.” He said. “Why do you only eat porridge in the morning? Are you sick?”

More than sick, I believe, I just wanted to die. The guilt of eating and living better than my family who were left to perish ate me alive every day and night. The look of my servants, who once used to serve my family, gave me when I ate good food made me puke. They must have been thinking that I too should have died, that I shouldn't have been eating deliciously and sleeping peacefully when I left everyone to die.

“Earth to, dear Emperor.” Famien waved his hand in front of my face, pulling me out of my distant thoughts. Startled, I refocused, clearing my mind. "Apologies, I drifted off. What is it?” I asked.

“I asked if you were sick.” He was walking backwards, facing me. “And if you were, I suggest you eat more lean proteins such as grilled fish or roasted chicken for muscle strength, Whole grains like brown rice or quinoa for sustained energy, Dairy products like yogurt or cheese for calcium and probiotics, Green tea for antioxidants and hydration, I hate green tea by the way and my favorite,” he spoke and his eyes sparkled. “Dark chocolate for antioxidants and a touch of indulgence.” He smiled and looked up at the clear sky. “It is such a beautiful day today–” as he said this he almost stumbled and fell on his bottom. Thankfully, I was there to catch him. I caught his hand and pulled him towards me. I don't know if it was his strength in my body or me in his sturdy body, but due to someone's strength he fell on top of me and I almost fractured my hip. I hissed loudly but I felt no pain in my head, thankfully.

“Are you okay Your Highness?!!?” Famien exclaimed, his hand pressed beneath my head, protecting it from the disaster that might have occurred if not for his quick thinking. All the servants and soldiers were shocked and ran to us. “Shut up you dimwit!” I whispered.

The knights pulled him up and helped him dust his robes. My bottom hurt more than I expected it to. “Come up.” I saw Famien reaching out his hand to me. I looked around. The servants were shocked. Never have they seen me doing this to anyone. I should tell him not to do this next time.

I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up with little to no difficulty. “Are you okay your- er.. Famien?” He is doing everything I never did. I sighed. “Yes, Your Highness, I'm perfectly fine, I should be the one worried about you. Had you fallen, who knows what might have happened. I'm glad you are okay.” I said and bowed. How many times have I bowed today?

Famien looked around and with a very stern face, said to everyone. “You all may go now. As you can see, everyone is fine. Thank you for your concern." Everyone bowed and resumed their work. He looked at me with concern in his eyes. I never knew I could make a face like that until I saw myself. I guess he has a knack of making many expressions. “I'll send a doctor to your quarter.” He said. I was about to refuse but I realized I could use some help. Because I feel like I won't be able to train the next morning if I didn't take the help. I nodded and continued our walk.

“How was today?” I asked him. “What was hard for you? Tell me so I can guide you.” He avoided eye contact and gulped nervously. I squinted at him. He was being very suspicious.

"Oh, hahahaha! Nothing much.." he nervously scratched his nape. That expression tells me that a lot happened this morning, and that none of it was good.

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