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I really enjoy Roy and Jamie's new dynamic too, but honestly, I've always seen them having more of a father/son relationship. I'm not sure I read it as romantic.

i mean you are super entitled to your own opinion babe that is the beauty of media you are allowed to interpret it any way you want (most of the time) but also. if i may.

i think comparing their dynamic to one of a father and son's does them a great disservice. and i mean this from a pure development standpoint -- whether or not you ship them romantically, i think we can all agree that their relationship is one of the best-developed and most endearing in the entire show, and there's a reason why:

they're equals now.

they started off as rivals -- jamie clearly irritated that his childhood idol didn't immediately adore him the way he thought he should (and the way he so desperately desires to be adored, but that's an entirely different post for another day) and roy very clearly seeing qualities in jamie he'd long-since lost or felt he didn't deserve. the whole thing's been dissected to death, so i won't go into it again, but they very much started their relationship on uneven ground. whichever way you want to see it — roy having the upper hand or jamie — they were never truly equals in each other's eyes, a fact further exacerbated by their sharing a love interest that made at least one of them feel like she was "dating up" and "maturing."

which is another point that's so interesting about the roy/keeley relationship — and please bear with me while i go on a bit of a sidebar here, i promise it'll circle back to roy and jamie -- i love them as much as the next person, but the way the show has hit us over the head repeatedly throughout season two that though they love and care about each other deeply, they might not be what the other needs. keeley's only just starting to enjoy her independence, has only just come into her own, and has always appreciated (if not intensely needed) her space — meanwhile, roy desperately needs someone who will stay by his side because he's had the opposite problem throughout his life; he's been too independent, and by losing the person he arguably loved the most at a very young age while he was at an incredible physical distance from him, has learned to show his love through physical closeness.

so the show goes on to spend season two making us fall in love with them as a couple, but also subtly showing the cracks in their foundation — love can exist between two people in its purest form, but that doesn't guarantee lifelong compatibility. so in a way, the show tricked us into believing that keeley dating roy was a sign of her maturing and/or coming into her own, but really, it was very much just another stepping stone towards that.

which brings us back to roy and jamie — though their dynamic was beginning to improve while roy was still dating keeley, the underlying tension between them was still ever-present; and probably would be, so long as one of them was dating keeley, tbh. with keeley out of the picture, they found themselves on equal footing that they'd never found themselves on before — jamie acknowledging that maybe roy was never a "step up" for keeley the way he'd been led to believe, and roy realizing that the presence of love is not enough to sustain a relationship, and that he's no better than anyone else when it comes to these issues.

the idea that from here a father and son dynamic has been somehow established is so bizarre to me, because suddenly, we are seeing them not only acknowledge each other's feelings, but acknowledge them out loud — roy sympathizing (in his own way) with jamie's insecurities when zava came into the picture, and jamie sharing a part of himself and his childhood when roy offered one of his own — they're sharing parts of themselves you would share with a close friend, one you trust to understand you and support you in a way a friend would, and it's been like this from both sides, not just the one; very unlike a father and son dynamic, and again, with neither of them having the upper hand over the other anymore.

like i said, this is less about whether or not you ship them romantically. this is just purely text — they have found a close friend in one another. that's a much more endearing dynamic to me than father and son; because they both so clearly have never had such a close friend before. especially not one they're so compatible with — which is another idea the show takes care to show us:

jamie, who's always been desperate for love and attention and who is canonically unable to feel smothered by anyone — literally, roy took him away from a night out with his teammates and he smiled throughout the entire night, had not a single complaint about it — and roy, who shows his love the only way he knows how to, and needs to be able to show this love without worrying he's making anyone feel the way he made keeley feel (interestingly — smothered!).

their relationship and their dynamic is so special to me because they're developed from this idea that one of them was superior to the other, to suddenly they're both just two men who've had to deal with a lot of sadness and trauma throughout their life, and they've found someone they're comfortable sharing that with and expressing those feelings with. even roy's acknowledgment of him being a giant dick and baby and taking his anger out on jamie last episode (which jamie understood and tried to distract him from whatever he was clearly dealing with) is just another example of them being equals. being friends. being close, in a way one would be to a person who understands you the most.

idk. those are my two cents (plus a whole dollar lol). i hope this kind of cleared up why i, personally, have never seen them as father and son, and why i don't think the show does, either.

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the-original-skipps · 3 years

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Fluffy Alphabet A-Z

Sano Manjiro aka Mikey

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

> Mikey likes to go for rides on his CB205T and he likes to bring you along. He just loves the feeling of the wind passing and your presence behind him. Maybe sharing some snacks while you both watch the sunset or the starry night sky, talking about random things. He just generally likes being around you even if you're both just sitting in silence.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

> He admires your determination and strong will. Since Mikey is mentally weak, he admires those traits in other people. No matter what you'd always be there to scold him or comfort him. It reminds him of his older brother.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

> Mikey instantly knows if you're feeling down, he just senses it. He'll bring you somewhere where they could both be alone maybe a park or he'll drive somewhere and sit you down. Mikey won't force you to tell him what's wrong but if you do he'll be listening intently. He's not the best at comforting people but makes sure to let you know that he's here for you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

> Now this is a hard topic to answer. Mikey has pictured a future with his s/o, living in peace after all the rush during his teenage years. However, he doesn't see it happening because he knows it's best if he keeps his s/o away from him in the future.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

> I'd say he's both but mostly on the passive side. He lets you take the lead since he doesn't know much about being in a relationship. He'll be given advice and teased by his close friends but he'll keep their words in mind.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

> Mikey is pretty stubborn and doesn't like losing. If it's a petty harmless arguement, if he's wrong then he'll muttering an apology to you and completely forget about it. It's difficult to get into a serious argument with him unless it's something concerning him or Toman. Say the things he needs to hear even if himself doesn't agree with you. Then he'll leave to give himself space and think about things. Be patient with him because eventually he'll come around.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

> Mikey is very grateful for you being by his side even though he thinks he doesn't deserve it. He appreciates every gesture you do for him from the big things and to the little things such as making him lunch or fixing his hair or just being by his side when he feels he's losing himself.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

> Mikey doesn't hide things, if you ask him something he will directly answer you. He has no trouble talking about a past event since it already happened. Even though he doesn't want you getting involved with Toman, he still tells you about how they're doing or what they're up to. The only things he wouldn't share are his true feelings and his dark impulsivities since he doesn't want to scare you.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

> Just by being by Mikey's side you are a positive influence on him. It will take a long time but little by little he tries to open up about his true feelings and tries to rely on you more. Everytime you sense he's distancing himself, you would have to drag him back and knock some sense into him.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

> Mikey is definitely the type to get jealous easily and his childish tendencies tend to come out. If he sees you getting too friendly with someone he'll keep staring until he's had enough and say "(Y/N) is mine, hmph!" With a cute pout on his face. Be sure to coddle him afterwards because he might give you the silent treatment.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

> Mikey has no experience whatsoever. He has no idea how kisses work. It'll be super rare to get a kiss from Mikey since he's not used to being affectionate. If you're lucky he'll peck you on your cheek or kiss your hands occasionally. Your first kiss with him wasn't planned. Both of you were alone and you were just admiring him as he talked and pressed a light kiss on his lips. He was instantly shocked by what you did as he traces over his lips with his fingers but inside he's feeling all warm. He never knew kisses from you would have this kind of affect on him.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

> It took long time for Mikey to realize that what he felt towards you was more than just friendship. He confessed this to Draken and he replied "huh, obviously you like them you idiot. Hurry up and go tell them." In which Mikey replies by telling Draken to do the same for Emma. It happened when he came to pick you up from school one day on his motorcycle and brought you to the riverside. "I finally understand what I feel, (Y/N). I like you... You don't have to give me an answer right away, I'll wait however long it takes..."

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

> Another hard topic to answer. When Mikey fell for you he fell hard. As much as he wants to spend the rest of his life in peace with you, it won't happen. That is until he goes through "certain changes" and let's say he did. You'll be riding with him on his motorcycle on Christmas until he stops at a certain place. He'll start talking about his past and the times you've spent together. Then talking about how much he appreciates you and thanks you then pops the question. The wedding will be small and privately held with only people close to him and you are invited.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

> It is known that Mikey gives nicknames to those who are close to him. It depends on what your first name is. He'll most likely you use the first syllable of your name plus -chin, -cchi or -chy. Only when he's serious will he use your real name.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

> Honestly, it can be really hard to tell unless you really observe Mikey. You would notice he stares at you longer, or everytime your name pops up in a conversation he's interested. Draken is definitely the first the notice this change in Mikey and teases him for it, while Mikey denys it. The others will slowly start to notice this too. Especially, when he bought an extra taiyaki and gave it to you. Takemichy's jaw dropped at the scene.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

> Mikey won't be announcing to everyone that he has an s/o. However, if someone asks he'll answer honestly. I wouldn't use the word "brag" but he will say nice about you to others. For Mikey, intimate gestures such as kissing are only between the two of you. If someone catches the both of you, Mikey wouldn't be pleased.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

> You wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to flirt with you or trying to hurt you not when Mikey's around. Mikey cares deeply about you and would give his life to protect you. You wouldn't have to worry about other people trying to flirt with Mikey either since you already have his heart, he'll simple brush them off. He's loyal.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

> As I have mentioned earlier, Mikey has no experience with relationships. You would have to teach him things. Still there will be moments that might seem simple to others but to you, you know it's a way Mikey shows his love for you. For example, draping his jacket over your shoulders or buying an extra snack so you could have some too. If he's not busy with Toman matters, he would want to spend his time with you.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

> Mikey would genuinely support your dreams and passions, telling you to never give up on them. He believes in you with his whole heart, and he knows you would be able to make your goals come true.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

> He would like to try things he never experienced before with you, like taking pictures at the photo booth or going shopping for matching keychains. That being said, what Mikey likes the most is the constant reassurance that you're here for him. Routines like going riding on his motorcycle or just talking with you, it what he like most. He's scared that one day you'd leave him so these mundane routines assures him.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

> You would think Mikey is the forgetful type but he actually pays attention to things. He'll notice you eyeing a certain item in a store or if you're lying to him. He genuinely cares about you and would like to know everything about you, even the shameful parts. Mikey has a hard time with emotions, he may not fully understand your troubles but he'll assure you that he'll be there for you.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

> For Mikey to actually want to establish a relationship with someone. It means he sees you as an important person in his life. However, certain things would have to come before you such as his family and Toman. It is something you would have to understand when dating Mikey.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

> Whenever he looks like he's spacing off during Toman meetings while he is paying attention to what's happening his mind can't help but wander towards you. About what you're currently doing or if you're at home safely. Before he starts the engine of his bike, or has nothing to do he fiddles with the keychain on his keys. It's the matching keychain you both have.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

> Mikey is not known to be the most showy when it comes to showing his affections. It's the little things he does for only you, that shows how much he cares about you. Mikey secretly likes the affection you give him even if he denies it. It surprises him everytime you hug him or kiss him but he never stops you or tells you to stop. Just don't do it in front of Toman. Even if he doesn't want to, cuddle him as the big spoon and it'll make him really happy. Since he's so used to keeping a strong facade, cuddling with you gives him the impression that with you maybe he doesn't have to do that.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

> Mikey will still act as the strong charismatic leader of Toman, where nothing fazes him. He won't outwardly show that he misses you but you can tell by the way he fiddles with his matching keychain or stares off into the distance that he misses you. He might even unconsciously blurt a quiet "I miss (Y/N)...."

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

> Mikey is willing to give his life away to protect you. Just you being with him is dangerous enough who knows who might be out to get him and easiest way they can do that is by getting you. If your safely is at risk even he likes you he would have to break up with you, keep you away from the danger. Because he utmostly cares about your well being and if anything happens to you, it will destroy him.

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itjazzbicch · 3 years

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Collaboration of Emotions

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: When Bad Bunny tries flirting with the reader, she politely turns him down because little does anyone know, the guy who has her heart is her years-long friend, Damian Priest and when Damian sees the flirting for himself, he shows that he feels the same way about the reader...

Warnings: SMUT!! !(18+!!)

Requested by: No one But I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2990

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2021 was a new year, with a lot of changes and unlike last year, these changes were for the better. On Raw, I was getting myself into the women's championship picture again. There was so much action and some new faces.

Showing favoritism really isn't my thing, but when it came to a special someone that was now on Raw, it couldn't be helped.

Damian Priest and I, well, we weren't dating but we spent a lot of time together while I was in NXT, and with every given day, we grew closer and closer, ready to hit it off, but then I got moved up to Raw. Things really didn't change much after that and then he came up to Raw after the Royal Rumble.

That made me beyond excited and I loved cheering him on while he made his main roster debut and poking fun with everyone alongside his friend, Bad Bunny.

All of us were on a roll with the new year and WrestleMania right ahead of us and I was making the best of it.

On Raw, I was backstage, actually waiting for Damian because he had a match coming up and I was just super pumped, there to support him as we've always done for one another and while waiting for Damian, I had a special guest.

"Y/N!" Bad Bunny smiled as he exited Damian's locker room, seeing me sitting on one of the crates in the hall.

"Hey!" I smiled, being kind as he came my way, offering a hug, "How's it going, champ?"

Bunny appreciated my comment, smiling at the 24/7 Championship that was on his shoulder, "I couldn't be better."

"That's great to hear," I smirked, "I'm happy for you. You've been doing amazing around here and you're keeping up with the music business still. I don't know how you do it! It was a little over-bearing for me!"

Bad Bunny and I actually had a friendship that was more business-related because before I became a pro wrestler, I was a professional singer and songwriter, still writing songs actually.

"You just gotta make the best of both," Bunny sighed, "You got the skills. We should do a collaboration one day!"

"I'm down!" I smirked, actually excited by the thought, with both of us being big in the music industry and wrestling, it would be such a smart move, "I always loved your music. Some of them I know to word for word."

"¿Tú hablas español?" Bunny smirked, a bit surprised that I knew Spanish, wanting to hear me speak it.

"Sé más española de lo que piensas" I smiled, blowing his mind a little, letting him know that I knew more Spanish than he thought I did.

"Si no fueras lo suficientemente irresistible, preciosa, " Bunny cooed, really trying to be sexy by the tone of his voice and that really caught me off guard, telling me I'm irresistible and calling me gorgeous.

If that wasn't enough to make things feel awkward, things got a lot worse as I saw Damian slowly coming out of his locker room, not making a sound, but the look on his face said it all.

"If you're down, tonight after I go out there with Damian," Bunny sighed, tilting his sunglasses, really trying to persuade me, "I have a place down here, you can come over and we can collaborate. Sound good to you, hermosa?"

Quickly, I looked at Damian and felt guilt, instantly. I never liked Bunny in that way and even though I wasn't dating Damian, my feelings for him were just so strong that I felt like I was cheating or something in a way.

"I'm sorry," I sighed nervously, "But as soon as I'm done with the show, I have two hours then I have to catch a flight."

"Traveling," Bunny sighed, rolling his eyes, "Gotta love it."

"Honestly," I chuckled nervously, continuously looking to Damian; I think I was sweating too from the nervousness.

Thankfully, all of that ended as Bunny backed away, a little startled from Damian's presence. He was so quiet that he didn't realize he was there. I wanted to laugh, but the nervousness wouldn't allow me to whenever Bunny jumped, seeing Damian just standing there.

"I didn't even see you there, man," Bunny sighed, shaking off the scare, "You ready?"

"Always," Damian almost let out in a growl, looking at him, then to me.

"Dale," Bunny sighed, then smiling to me, "Bye, Y/N!"

"Bye," I sighed deeply, my anxiety through the roof, especially when I heard Bunny ask Damian:

"Estas bien, Damian?"

"No te preocupe por eso," Damian groaned, telling him not to worry about it, their voices fading as they went on their way.

Damian was not okay. I've seen the look that he gave the both of us before and it wasn't a good one. The one time I guy around here flirts with me and it had to be Bad Bunny and right in front of Damian, of all people.

If the facial expressions weren't enough to show his anger, Damian's moves in the ring sure showed it and his opponent, Elias; Well, it wasn't a good day for him, that's all I could really say. From the moment Damian walked out to the ring, to the time he pinned Elias and exited, anger was steaming off of him. At certain points, he even was pushing Bunny away from him.

I figured I'd give Damian some time to himself, and some time for myself because of the anxiety, but holding it off, gave me a gut feeling that it would only make things worse. So after about an hour, with the show still running, I finally worked up the courage to go to Damian's locker room.

I literally had to take a few deep breaths before I knocked on the door, knocking lightly, but it was enough because I heard from a deep voice:

"Who is it?"

"It's Y/N!" I informed him, listening closely as the door unlocked, hearing Damian say:

"Come in."

The second I walked in, I felt my blood pressure go through the roof, feeling my face heating up as I walked in, seeing Damian in nothing but a towel, body still wet a little from the shower. What was up with all these high-pressure situations?

Either way, I didn't want to stand there and look stupid, so I said:

"You were really fired up out there tonight, ya know, and not in a good way."

"Not in a good way?" Damian scoffed, turning his back to me.

"Well, yeah," I tried to chuckle, "You about murdered Elias out there. Is everything okay?"

"Wrestling is wrestling," Damian sighed, whispering under his breath, "Not like you would know."

"Excuse me?" I scoffed, actually becoming offended, "I'm the number one contender for the women's title! What championship are you ready to win?"

Damian slowly turned to me with a mean smug on his face, exchanging another blow once he huffed, "Well, what kind of women's champion just sits backstage and flirts with guys all night?"

"Flirting with who?" I asked, truly wanting to hear his answer.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Damian groaned, referencing Bunny.

"And if you know exactly what happened, you would have noticed how he was flirting with me and I turned him down!" I shot out quickly, "Why are you so jealous about it?"

"I-I-" Damian began, choking on his words as he turned to face me, just giving up after a moment.

Finally, I was the one who admitted the truth, taking a step forward with my head down, exhaling deeply as I said:

"The reason why you're jealous is the same reason why I told him no, Damian."

There was a moment of silence between us, until I approached him, saying, "You have no idea how guilty I felt, letting him flirt with me because of you and I know that this sounds ridiculous maybe, I just don't know how to tell you that-"

Before I could finish, Damian cut me off, sighing, "Enough with words."

All of the sweet, loving, heart-felt feelings I had for Damian came to the surface and I could feel all of the same emotions from him the moment our lips touched, Damian's lips smacking right into mine and god, nothing I have ever experienced in my life has ever felt this good.

It didn't take long for my arms to wrap around his neck, even in heels I had to get on my tiptoes a bit to pull him closer, just about head over heels, literally.

I about fell over when our lips finally parted, breathless from all of it, his nose nuzzling mine, my eyes meeting his gaze as he whispered:

"If anyone's going to 'collaborate' with you, it's going to be me."

"I would never argue with that," I smirked, biting my own lip a little, giving him another kiss, pressing hard to make sure it was real and that I wasn't dreaming, but damn it was real, so real and so good, so I pulled the next move, "Looks like you're one step ahead of me on that collaboration."

"Why don't you catch up then?" Damian whispered deeply, his voice alone just giving me a rush, that intensifying once I felt his fingertips at the side of my skirt, making me break out in goosebumps as he began to unzip it.

"Don't mind if I do," I whispered back, kissing him softly while my hands assisted him, making my skirt drop to the floor.

The moment it hit the floor, Damian smiled against our kiss, biting at my lip while his hands wandered, sliding down my back and cupping my ass, taking a handful with his large, warm hands, fingertips now going after my panties.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for a moment like this," Damian whispered, walking me backward to the couch.

"Igualmente," I smirked, letting him know I felt the same, giving him so more help as my crop top came next, freeing my breasts.

My body was like a new land for him to explore, his hands so soft against my skin, touching anything he could, filling my body with even more warmth when his hands covered both breasts, rolling my tender nipples, about getting a moan out of me, especially when his head dipped down, taking a mouthful and sucking hard, tongue twirling all around my sensitive nipple.

We both couldn't help but laugh as I was ready to fall back on the couch, doing so, but Damian not coming along with me, laughing more as I landed with a hard bounce.

At the sight of my breasts bouncing though, Damian instinctively licked his lips, his tall stature making him tower above me as I sat on the couch, my eyes quickly falling down, following the movement of his towel, watching it fall to the floor, my eyes fixing right on his hard cock that stood tall.

"See something you like?" Damian spoke with pride, seeing his body break out and goosebumps, tensing up a bit whenever I stroked him softly, cooing:

"More than like."

What really got him is when I leaned forward, my mouth closing around his crown, sucking hard, tongue swirling all around, making sure I got the slit, my hand working the rest of his length. It didn't take long for Damian to really fill it, taking a handful of my hair as I started to down him more, his crown reaching the back of my throat.

"As good as it feels," Damian sighed, pulling my head back, but putting another smile on my face as he spread my legs wide, getting on the couch with me, "How about we see how good it feels somewhere else?"

The feeling of his crown rolling through my slick folds and nudging my clit, nice and slow, it was such an amazing feeling, making me want to moan even more now, just taking the time to enjoy the feeling.

"Damn, I really make you that wet?" Damian chuckled, doing it some more.

"You have no idea," I moaned out slightly, biting my lip at the feeling.

I just knew Damian wanted to hear more, getting off from it and by teasing me while his crown circled and teased my entrance, whispering in my ear:

"I have no idea? I think I do now. Have I made you wet before?"

"You don't know how many times I've had to contain myself, leave a room, take a cold shower, all because of you," I whispered back, my tongue dancing with his as he kissed me again, but quickly after, making me gasp and moan all over his lips.

If my body wasn't filled with enough heat, Damian added to it even more, slowly splitting me wide, giving me inch after inch slowly, smiling at all of the moans and noises I was making. Just being so full, and my entire body so warm, feeling every inch go up my sensitive walls and dragging back down as he began to feed me slow thrusts.

"Well now," Damian whispered to me, kissing at my neck, leaving some bites behind, "You won't have to contain yourself anymore."

At the end of his sentence, he pulled down every inch, down to just his crown, feeding me a quick thrust, snapping a bit hard, his hips smacking into mine, making me moan loudly:

"Damian!"

"How'd I know that you'd moan my name so beautifully?" Damian smirked, repeating that same acting and getting the same reaction out of me every time, the feeling more pleasure than anything I've ever experienced.

"You thought about it before?" I was barely able to get out between breaths, arms wrapping around his neck while he said to me:

"You should know the answer to that."

With a deep groan, Damian began to pick up his pace, making my walls tighten around his girth, and with all the pleasure, the pressure hitting my clit, his body pinned against mine, so much heat trapped between them, it was all driving me crazy and it never felt so good.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, it did. Damian flipped me over, taking his turn to sit on the couch, putting me on his lap, still inside of me, and sliding even deeper, taking a tight grip on my hips, helping me roll them a little, feeling his crown hit my sweet spot each time.

I was still getting used to the new feeling, moving my hips slowly, but Damian gladly gave me some encouragement.

"Too much for you to handle?" Damian whispered, "I imagined you'd take the opportunity to ride all over me."

"Imagined?" I chuckled, moving my hair away from my face so I could stare directly into his eyes.

"What? A man can't have thoughts and dreams?" Damian smirked, smiling more as I responded:

"Yes, but what I meant was, why imagine when it's going to happen."

It felt even better to see Damian's head fall back for a moment, letting out a brief moan of his own as I picked up my hips, bouncing onto him, taking all of his length every time, planting some kisses of my own along his neck, whispering to him:

"But it is nice to know how you really think about me."

"How can't I be crazy about you?" Damian whispered, planting a firm smack on my ass, hands following the movement of my hips each time they rolled, gripping on even tighter when I began bouncing again.

"Again," I huffed, kissing him hard, hips moving even faster, "Igualmente. You drive me all kinds of crazy."

"Show me how crazy," Damian whispered, biting at my lower lip as he kissed me and I gladly gave him what he wanted, riding him like all hell, making my lip pop free from his grip as his head fell back again, handles fondling my breasts, trying to distract himself a little but it wasn't enough.

I had to power through my hips wanting to buckle, but all the pleasure was just too good, taking all his length each time, meeting his base, hips rolling, and not slowing down for even a second. It became a little too much for me even, but I was able to ride it all out, praising him with more moans and babbles once he picked up his hips, putting in his own work.

"F-fuck, Damian," I whined out desperately, both of us feeling my walls clench even tighter, knowing how close I was.

"You're really worked up huh?" Damian cooed, his finger finding my clit, edging me on by rubbing it rapidly in circles.

"Yeah," I moaned out salaciously, "I'm so close!"

"Get closer then, baby," Damian encouraged, moving his hips even faster than mine, making gasp for air. It felt like my body was ready to give way, using his shoulders for support, gripping on tight as I felt my walls tighten like a death grip, throbbing around his cock, then this huge wave of wet heat, gushing down onto him.

"Got damn, Y/N," Damian let out, a groan rumbling in his chest, giving me a few soft thrusts, then pushing me down by my hips, pinning them to his.

"Oh my god, Damian," I huffed, eyes rolling back a little, laying my head on his chest, body shaking from the aftershock of his heat shooting into me.

"So," Damian huffed, tilting my chin up so I could look into his eyes, "You know what this means, right?"

Instantly, it felt like I wanted to blush, my cheeks getting warm again as he stroked my cheek, responding with:

"No more hiding feelings about each other?"

"We don't need to," Damian smirked, kissing me softly, "You're all mine."

I returned his kiss with a smile as well, cooing, "And I'm not going anywhere."

#wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #wwe smut #wwe oneshot #damian priest #damian priest x reader #damian priest imagine #damian priest fic #damian priest smut #read and enjoy'

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yan-twst · 4 years

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may i have platonic hcs w dorm leads? for a soft, fragile reader? (lesbians rise up !!) gn pronouns please!

hell yeah lesbians rise up once again!!!!!

riddle rosehearts

riddle often likes to invite them over for tea whenever trey bakes

he also invites them to unbirthday parties often- but since he’s trying to be a bit more “lax” with the rules, they aren’t as... graceful as he wishes they’d be. he much prefers to have some relaxing teatime with his friend in the common room than to have all the heartslabyul students chattering and him trying to not be a spoilsport at an unbirthday party

he finds it quite cute how just... soft and gentle they are. no offense to his other friends, but chen’nya and trey are probably everything but soft. it’s honestly quite relaxing for him to just hang out with them

maybe it’s because of how nice and gentle they are, or just because he trusts them a lot, but he’s much more willing to open up and show his vulnerable side to them.

he often takes them to see the hedgehogs and feed the little critters. usually, riddle would rather be caught dead than cooing and petting the little animals, but he knows that they won’t judge. the hedgehogs like them too!

he’s very much aware they’re rather fragile, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t worry over them. nrc students are... rough, to say the least, especially other dorms where discipline isn’t kept as strictly

he’ll most likely make sure it’s known that he’s close friends with them (after all, nobody would dare mess around with the heartslabyul leader’s friend), and he’ll also frequently set up study sessions to make sure they’re doing alright

leona kingscholar

leona almost feels like his friend’s protector. sure, he’d never say it out loud- but even though he might call them a “meek little herbivore” and so, he deeply cares for them

some would think leona’s gruff and almost careless attitude wouldn’t mesh well with their soft and gentle way of being, but they couldn’t be more wrong

... maybe he does need some softness in his life. he’s so used to being surrounded by people who either fear him or think of him as an inferior version of his brother, or by others who are similarly a bit rough in attitude: having a friend like them just brings some much needed softness to his life

unsurprisingly, his idea of hanging out is more often than not letting them hang around while he naps. it’s true he can sleep wherever, but there’s just something about falling asleep knowing they’re around that brings him peace. it’s probably got to do with being at peace in the presence of someone he trusts

leona is very, very much aware that they’re not very sturdy. he calls most people herbivores, yes, but with them he means it. he might play it off as just him being annoyed, but he does seriously worry

he’ll invite them over to practice magift in the mornings; of course, everyone in savanaclaw knows to treat them nicely and to not even try to rough them up, lest they get on leona’s bad side. he hopes that he can help them at least a little: sure, some magift practice won’t just make them super strong or anything, but it comforts him to know they can learn to hold up on their own

but it’s not like that’d be needed, really. leona doesn’t let anyone slide by and even as much as hurt a hair on their head. it’s shocking to everyone how the usually lazy lion seems to go out of his way to make sure they’re doing well and to make sure everyone knows if they try to mess with his friend, they’ll have him on their case

azul ashengrotto

azul almost feels a bit guilty sometimes. his business isn’t necessarily the nicest or the cleanest, and his reputation is unique to say the least. and on the other hand, there’s someone like his friend, who just radiates an aura of soft and gentle energy

some people think that someone as sneaky as azul would only associate with someone as soft and gentle as them for nefarious reasons, but in reality, it’s not like that at all. azul would rather have everyone see his childhood photos than betray their trust; that’s how serious it is to him

he often invites them to the monstro lounge to hang around. they can do homework and get a snack, or if he’s free, he’s more than happy to spend time with them. floyd and jade like them quite a bit too (although jade and azul make an effort to not let floyd squeeze them because knowing the eel’s strength he might really do some damage), so it’s always a fun time

he wishes he’d had a friend like this when he was younger. someone with just such a gentle way of being and a soft demeanor, instead of the snickering and hurtful kids who threw pebbles at him and laughed. but at least he has them now, he reasons, and so he’s going to do his best to make the friendship last

it’s also easier for azul to open up to them. oh sure, he’s close with the tweels, but they’re... well, they’re special, in their own way, and even if he trusts them he can’t just let down his guard around those two.

but with them- with his friend who he’s learnt to trust, who is so clearly simply a gentle person from the heart? azul finds it more easy to talk about the things that bother him, perhaps even to go as far as to let his octopus form be seen by them

azul is very much aware that they’re quite fragile, even for a human. he hopes nobody would swoop as low as to target them for a deal he made, but it’s impossible to know how people will react once they realize they’ve been tricked- luckily, earning azul’s trust means that they might as well consider the tweels their own bodyguards. all that energy floyd can’t put into squeezing them out of genuine fear of hurting them can be put to good use, after all

kalim al-asim

kalim is a naturally affectionate person, especially so with his friends! he’s always shining when he hangs out with them, and he’s always keen to get them gifts and whatnot. it’s a bit jarring sometimes, but it’s almost impossible to stop him- he just wants to make his friend happy, after all!

bonding time with kalim can be many, many things. he’s full of energy and always seems to have happiness in his eyes, and he always wants to share that emotion with his friend

sometimes it’s a magic carpet ride (a careful one, of course. he might have gotten out fine from crashing the thing against walls a handful of times, but his friend is a bit on the fragile side and if he hurt them he would be at a complete loss), and if he’s able to, kalim might even invite jamil along (jamil claims he was “dragged” to the ordeal)

because he doesn’t want to depend on jamil so much, he might ask them if they know how to cook. it’s not a big deal if they can’t cook- he can’t, either!- but he just appreciates the company in the kitchen, even if he knows whatever he makes will... probably not be edible, it’s just fun to spend time with friends like that!

he might be quite vocal on how they have to be careful. they’re the kind of person who bruises like a peach and seems to be easy to get hurt- they gotta be careful! luckily for them, he’s an expert in dodging hazards, so he’ll always make sure they’re doing ok

his energy and theirs balance out quite nicely. he’s usually very, very energetic, always almost bouncing with joy, meanwhile they have a much calmer and soft demeanour. in the end, this results in moments of fun followed by just relaxing and chilling; it’s moments that are prime for him to study or do homework, since just hanging out with them relaxes him so much

vil schoenheit

bonding time with vil is amazing. it’s skincare and self care galore; facemasks, soothing creams, burning pleasing candles that make the room feel like a spa. it’s soothing and relaxing and great for everyone’s skin

vil may seem to be a bit uptight, but he loosens up when he hangs around them. their gentleness is almost contagious, it seems; besides, he enjoys being able to unwind a bit

still, vil is truly always aiming high. he might ask them if a new experimental makeup look is fine, or he might give them samples of chapstick or creams for them to say if they feel fine on the skin. he trusts they’ll be honest with him, after all

sometimes vil may feel a bit like a nagging parent, reminding them to do their skincare and keep their clothes pristine, but that’s simply the way he expresses he cares for them. he knows they have great potential; he makes sure to tell them

vil appreciates their gentle and soft demeanor quite a lot. sure, he might not be the most soft spoken or nice person out there (maybe some would even call him sharp-tongued, but that’s not his problem), but god some students here are crude. it’s a breath of fresh air to just be able to relax with a friend like that

he finds their more delicate and fragile self to be quite endearing, in a way. since he’s surprisingly strong, he’ll often help them in things that need strength if needed

it’s a common occurrence for him to invite them on his morning jogs or walks. he likes the company, and he simply feels more energized when he can spend that time with a close friend like that- after all, he hardly has free time between his studies and his work, so he often takes every chance he has to check up on them and hang out

idia shroud

honestly he hasn’t had many friends in his life, so he’s very keen on trying to be a good friend

well, even still, most of the times, bonding time for him simply implies inviting them over for some video games or to show them the latest invention he’s made

they’re one of the few people idia doesn’t mind having in his room. usually, his room is his safe haven and he feels terribly anxious to have anyone in it- but if it’s them, he really doesn’t mind at all

as a plus, ortho also likes them a lot. in ortho’s own words, “anyone who’s friends with my big brother is my friend too!”. it’s charming to see the little robot get all happy when he knows that they’re gonna come over to hang out

idia also likes to teach them little bits about technology and magic. after all, it’s a rarely taught subject despite how useful it is- really, he’s probably the most qualified person in all of nrc to teach them! he feels immense pride to see his friend tinkering with electronics, even if the most they can do is maybe change the batteries in one of his inventions

because he doesn’t go out much, he’ll try to find different ways to spend time with them. sure, videogames are fine and all, but- well, he doesn’t want their friendship to be just always hanging out in his room... in a way, their presence helps idia get out a little bit more

he’s likely to invite them over to the board game club. azul is always happy to have more people over, since more people means more board games to play; and having the one other person idia is comfortable with around means that idia’s going to be more lively

he too is a bit more on the fragile side. he might whine about he absolutely despises P.E. classes, and how he wishes he didn’t have to do them, come on, are they even really needed?

the fact they’re just... a soft and gentle person by nature is like warm soup for idia’s soul. being a naturally anxious person, he often overthinks and worries over everything, but they’re always there by his side to reassure him. it’s more helpful than they can imagine, really, and for that he’s eternally grateful

malleus draconia

they are so, so, so curious to malleus. he’s used to being feared, to having people fall to their knees by his mere presence, to hear whispers and rumours fly by when he roams the halls; and yet...

this... fragile little human just doesn’t seem to hold an ounce of fear. they approached him, befriended him, treat him so... nicely, despite him being feared and admired and them being a mere human. it’s... nice.

he will never not be amused by how they treat him so nicely and gently despite the fact he’s powerful beyond their comprehension. nobody would dare come up and ask the great malleus draconia if they can put a flower crown on his head, or ask to touch his horns, except them

and he treasures those interactions. he appreciates just how thoughtful they are- they listen to him talk on and on about gothic architecture, about the variations and functions of gargoyles, about abandoned buildings, all the things he likes so much he simply doesn’t talk about with others because one, he barely has people to talk to, and two, they’re... incredibly niche interests

in the same vein, malleus will often bring them things. old artifacts and jewels he’s hoarded in his lifetime, books that he thinks they might like, stories of the past, or even show them complex spells that serve the simple function of entertaining them

he’s overjoyed whenever he’s invited to hang out, even if it’s something as minor as hanging out in his friend’s dorm or out on a park outside school hours. he may try to act like he isn’t that affected, but lilia can attest he was so stoked at finally being invited he spent about a week planning exactly what to wear and how to act at his first invitation to hang out with a friend

malleus already sees most humans as weak and fragile, compared to the fae (and especially compared to dragon fae like him), but... well, his friend is just on another level. he often avoids patting their shoulder or using potent magic near them, just because he’s terrified of accidentally hurting them. sure, they might say he’s being too paranoid, but he’d rather be safe than sorry- they are his dearest friend, after all

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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themonotonysyndrome · 3 years

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Chaos Horizon

Part 6 of the ‘Successors of the Future’ is out! Man, next week is already the new year... what a year this has been! Anyway, I don’t have a lot of things to say today so let’s get right to it! Oh, and have a happy holiday everyone!!

Let us never forget that this whole series begin because of the amazing @tri3tri and her equally amazing fics and galaxy brain. If you haven’t check out her blog yet, then please do! I’m such a sucker for family drama and yandere characters and her blog continues to feed me whenever work stresses me out.

A year has passed in Twisted Wonderland. More importantly, for the students in Night Raven College.

Renata has learned quite a few important things just this one, short year. Yes, she needed allies for the time when her father finally discover her presence here in Night Raven College, but she never expected to honestly care and dare she admits it, love Hoyle and Rex.

They were nothing like the friends she made in her old school back at the other world. She noticed their true personalities underneath the surface with each passing days. Underneath his sarcasm, gung-ho attitude and sly tongue, Hoyle Trappola is someone who cares deeply for those who managed to see through him; see past his defences. Renata felt blessed to be his close friend after a night the three of them shared in her bedroom, just playing games and watching movies on his laptop. In a rare window of honestly after Renata explains about her family life and circumstances, Hoyle repaid her honesty by admitting that he wish that he could be a better son to his Dad. Being a single father is tough and despite doing his best to shield him from the hardships and struggles, Hoyle overheard one night when his Dad is talking to his grandparents on the phone. How they urged him to consider marrying a woman so he could have someone to support him and Hoyle in the house.

This was when he was still a child.

Renata didn’t offer sweet, comforting words. She knows that all Hoyle wanted was to vent, so he let him talk while tucking her head on his shoulder and pressed close to his side. She listens because that was Hoyle needed.

Rex is the total opposite of Hoyle, yet just as bright and amazing in his own way. Underneath his serious demeanours, resting bitch face and volatile impulses, Rex Spade is actually an insightful and gentle-hearted boy who looks out for Renata and Hoyle even when it’s unwarranted. Though it’s quite easy for them to persuade him to join in their shenanigans with a few teasing words and in Hoyle’s case, a challenge.

Never had Renata enjoyed her school life with friends like these!

The other important thing - or realisation - that Renata discovered is that her Mama’s friends always kept her in their thoughts.

Though Hoyle’s Dad gobsmacked expression when he brought her to his home for Winter’s Break was, uh, an experience. To put it very mildly.

Renata originally planned to return home via the same spell that Headmaster Crowley used all those years ago to send Mama and her siblings back to her world during Winter’s Break. But while Hoyle, Rex and her were hanging out and playing cards in Heartslabyul’s main lounge, Hoyle brought up in mid conversation that his Dad offered their home to stay if she had no way to go during the holiday.

“You’ve been talking about me to your Dad?” Renata had asked, folding her cards on the table. It sucks to learned that she’s terrible at poker and she pouts whenever Hoyle snickered at another bad hand on her. “Or have you been complaining about me?”

Beside him, Rex stares down at the cards in his hands, hard. As if they hold the answers to the universe. Around them, the other Heartslabyul students gave their table a wide berth, though there were a few brave souls that greeted Renata when they came over to tease Hoyle.

Renata happily introduces herself to them as a show of appreciation.

“A bit of both. Mostly complaining when we had to clean the Hall of Mirrors.” Hoyle easily admits without a shame. He gathered all their cards into a deck and shuffled them. “Anyway, you down? My Dad seems to know your Mum so he offered our place to stay if you don’t have any plans.”

Ace trappola, one of Mama’s best friend that she mentioned before. Renata would like to see just what kind of man he is.

With a nod, Renata reply, “If it’s no trouble then, yeah. I’d like to hang out at your place for Winter’s Break. I’ve never been to the Rose Kingdom before.”

And we’re now back to the present - where Renata and Ace are hanging out at his home; both waiting for Rex to show up with his Dad.

It’s the last day before they had to returned to Night Raven College.

“Have you met Rex’s Dad before, Hoyle?.” Renata asked, her eyes glued to the TV as she munches her bowl of cereals. They could hear his Dad walking about upstairs.

“Have I met him before? Dude, he’s my godfather.” Hoyle scoffed, scarfing down the last bits of his own cereal before placing the empty bowl on the coffee table in front of them. A simple breakfast while watching the morning cartoons are the best. “Rex got his stick-up-the-ass attitude from his Dad.”

“Ah. So he’s super strict?” Renata guessed.

“More like serious, but he’s actually silly.” Hoyle amended. “He and my old man love to argue literally about anything and everything. They’re weird like that.”

Renata just hums. She’ll get to meet him soon enough. Upstairs, his dad hollered at him to clean up so they could go out as soon as the Spade arrives. While the Trappola are getting ready, Renata gathered the dirty dishes from their breakfast and went to the kitchen to wash them.

Mama always told her to be on her best behaviour if she’s under someone else’s house.

Just as she puts the last bowl away, she heard heavy footsteps - heavier than Hoyle’s - coming from behind.

“You really didn’t have to clean the dishes, you know. Usually Hoyle does it before we go out every Sunday.” Said Ace, leaning against the wall.

“It’s not trouble at all, Mr. Trappola.” Renata assured him. She dry her arms by blowing hot air onto them before turning around to face her Mama’s best friend. “It’s nice that you finally look at me, instead of my horns.”

“A-Ah, you noticed that?” Ace stammers, abashed that he wasn’t as subtle as he thought.

“It’s cool, Mr. Trappola. I get that a lot at school too.” Renata admits easily. She’s gotten annoyed at him tip-toeing around ever since Hoyle introduces her. It was obvious that he has questions; it just that he doesn’t know how to ask them.

Scrambling to salvage the situations, Ace took a moment to exhale harshly before he decides to be his honest self. “It was rude of me, yeah? We all didn’t know what to think when your mother just... disappeared one day and then suddenly, my kid brought back her own kid who just so happen to look like the King of the Valley of Thorns...” He trailed off and then he regards Renata with a severe expression. “What happened your mother, Renata-chan?”

“It’s a long story, Mr. Trappola.” Renata said instead, smiling ruefully. “And I don’t want to ruin our day. Can I tell you and everyone what happened to Mama and us later tonight?”

“Sure, kiddo... Is it alright for me to called you that?”

“Mm-hmm! So what are we doing today, Me. Trappola?”

It was nice to see the ice chip away from Ace little by little, now that the man sees past her appearance. While waiting for the Spade to arrive, Renata had a lot of fun chatting and laughing with Hoyle and his Dad, now that there’s no awkwardness lingering between them. Ace didn’t waste any time telling the teenagers all the trouble her Mama and him got into at Night Raven College and hearing the life that Mama had before Father kidnapped her was a blessing to hear.

Judging from Ace’s story, it sounded like her Mama had a lot of people who truly loves her. It’s good to hear it.

The buzzing of the doorbell interrupted Ace mid ranting how it was Deuce who often got them all in trouble - not him! - and MC never seem to realised that and no one back him up. His reminiscent were put on hold when Hoyle went up to usher the Spades in.

Deuce Spade immediately blanked out, mouth slack-jawed the moment Renata waves hello to him. He looks as if he just saw a ghost.

“Yeah, I know how it looks like.” Ace interjects when Deuce couldn’t stop spluttering and stammering, his eyes kept switching to Ace and then at Renata...and then back to his best friend. Ace just clap his shoulders in a comforting manner. Meanwhile, Rex ducked underneath the two men to scurried over where Hoyle and Ace are seated. He squeezes himself in between them to show them the new café that just open up in the Rose Kingdom through his phone.

Once Ace managed to stressed out to Deuce that Renata will explain hers and MC’s story later in the evening, they all head out to town.

“You said that you’ve never been to the Rose Kingdom before, Renata?” Rex asked out loud for the others’ benefit. The town nearby to the Trappola house is bustling with life today. “Then there’s so many things you gotta check out! Do you like desserts? What kind of desserts do you like? Have you ever tried ice-cream cake before?”

“Easy there, Rex. You’re going to overwhelm the poor girl.” Deuce lightly scolded his son. His eyes linger a little too long at Renata before he caught himself and jerk away. “A-Anyway, how about we all walk around first and see what catches Renata-chan’s attention.”

“Sounds like a plan, Mr. Spade!” Renata internally wondered if all of Mama’s friends would react this way when she introduces herself to them.

That entire day, the Spade and Trappola played the perfect hosts to her. As they brought her to one shops after the other, chill out at the park after lunch and regale how the Queen of Hearts used to govern her kingdom, Renata found herself comparing the Country of Thorns to the Rose Kingdoms with every little things that she saw. Everything is so bright and... open here. The sun is shining down on them and everywhere they go, humans occupied the land but Renata did notice a few beastmen going about with their lives. It was nice to truly witness the world outside of Night Raven College and the Valley of Thorns.

Hoyle and Rex made sure they kept close to Renata, shielding her with their bodies when strangers stare at her a little too long for their liking and would usher her into a shop or café to distract her from their curious stares. They weren’t subtle about it, but she is touched that they care about her that much.

Renata is beginning to understand why Mama always talk so fondly about their Dads.

After dinner, everyone returned to the Trappola’s house so Renata could finally explain herself. The living room is packed full and it reminded Renata of her siblings and Mama crowding in front of the TV to watch a movie.

“Did Mama ever told you guys that while she was at Night Raven College, she met Father at night?”

“Father... so your... Dad... really is...” Ace began, but unsure how to even continue but Renata save him the trouble with a nod.

“Malleus Draconia. Mama said he’s a pretty big deal during his time at the school, being one of the top 5 strongest Magician in this world and all...”

Hoyle scoffed. “Understatement, Renata. He’s the strongest Magician in all of Twisted Wonderland now. The number 1.” He explains.

Well. Renata wonders how her little sister would react to this when she tells her later.

Renata then continue on with the story. “Mama explained that they were friends and that in the beginning, everything was fine. But in the end, their story completely went off the train tracks.”

And so, for the rest of the evening, Renata did her best to explain what had happened to Mama as honest as possible. They love Mama and so they deserve the truth.

She told them everything that Mama had told her and her siblings. Of Mama’s friendship with Malleus Draconia and how what looked like a happy ending turned horribly wrong when her Father was consumed with the horror that one day he would outlive his wife and one and only dear friend. His intense love, possessiveness and obsession with her and their children blinded him to everything else - to the point that he kept their Mama and them in a gilded cage.

Renata kept her dislike over Bellatrix to herself when she explains how they managed to escape from the castle on the eve of her Father’s second wedding. In the end, it was thanks to Headmaster Crowley that they could live freely in the other world.

Until the Ebony Carriage came to pick her up and now, here they are.

Renata watches her audience did their best absorb the information overload.

“I never thought...” Ace muttered, distressed. His bit his lower lip, thinking hard. “I never thought that Malleus Draconia had MC all along... what a fucked up situation!”

Deuce is troubled as well. “Poor Prefect... to think the Malleus Draconia fell in love with her... No wonder we couldn’t find her!”

Beside him, Rex nods furiously while Hoyle is already growing bored of this conversation. “It sucks, but it sounds like your Mum is pretty badass for a magicless human. I mean, being able to escape from the most powerful Magician ever in Twisted Wonderland? The King of all dark Fae? Kudos to her.” Hoyle interjects. “So, what’s gonna happen now? You said that your Dad is crazy possessive over you guys, so I very much doubt it if he’s not looking for you guys. Even until now.”

Finally! They’re getting to the good parts.

And so with a curious smile, Renata asks, “Funny that you mentioned that. Do you guy know what Sebek Zigvolt is up to these days?”

Night Raven College’s Entrance Ceremony is always a big event on this island every year.

He was one of the main characters last year - of the many that was addressed by the Mirror of Darkness - but as a Second Year student, he’s standing among the rest of the older Savanaclaw students now. Scenting the newly sorted First Year cubs and waiting for the whole thing to wrap up already.

At the centre of the chamber, the headmaster continues to called out names to step forward and face the Mirror of Darkness.

Amber Leech, Aeacus Shroud, Felix Felmier... the ceremony goes on.

“Psst! Bakari!” A voice suddenly whisper.

Bakari turn his head to the side and there’s Renata with her ceremony robes’ hood up, beaming at him. She’s standing away from her Diasomnia mates, a good space between her and the crowd at the back that no one seems to pay her any attention.

Bakari slips away from the rest of the Savanaclaw students in favour of walking towards her.

“How’s the fresh meats?” Was the first thing that Renata asked him.

“Some of them look promising.” Bakari admits. “More predators than preys so far.”

“Oooh, Savanaclaw’s hierarchy is so harsh.” Renata reply a bit absentmindedly. Bakari notices that her green eyes are scanning the room and the crowds around them. Looking for someone. Something unpleasant churns in his stomach but he resolutely ignores it. “Are you gunning for the Dorm Leader’s position?” She wondered.

Bakari scoffed, his tail flicking irritably just at the mere thought. Unlike his Dad, he has no lofty ambitions to secure a powerful position for himself. “Savanaclaw is governed by the laws of the strong eating the weak. You have to be the strongest in order to be the Dorm Leader and I have better things to do than watching over my dorm members.”

Like figuring out how to appease his Dad after he told him to stay away from the lizard bastard’s whelp during Winter’s Break. Regardless of her surname.

As if he’s going to do that though. He wants to fully unravel the mysteries of Renata MC/S. For the time being, she’s the most interesting creature in Night Raven College.

“Sounds tough.” Renata murmurs. “Well, it’s a good thing that you don’t want to be a Dorm Leader! Otherwise your workload would take you away from me.”

Bakari just hums. Already gotten used to her offhanded flirting.

The two of them watch in the background as the group of First Year students gradually thinned out. The headmaster’s loud voice carried to the back of the chamber.

“... Sherrie MC/S, please step forward!”

Murmurs erupted when said student pulled down her hood, a pair of black horns is clear for all to see.

Bakari glance to his side to see Renata beaming. “You were looking for your sister?”

“Something like that! It’s so nice when everything is coming together, don’t you think?” Renata chuckles, pleased with herself for some odd reason. It just made Bakari more and more intrigue.

And the uncomfortable feeling within him vanish just like that.

“...Octavinelle!”

The murmurs now turn into confused whispers and fingers are pointing as they all watch Renata’s little sister melded into the crowd of new Octavinelle students. Some of the students nearby even glance behind to stare at Renata and when she cocked an eyebrow at them, they quickly turn away.

“Octavinelle? Did the Mirror made a mistake?”

“I thought only merfolks are sorted into Octavinelle.”

“Those horns looks just like her’s. There’s no way she’s a merfolk!”

“Maybe her magic is not as strong to be sorted to Diasomnia?”

The students of Night Raven College sure love to gossip, Renata couldn’t help but internally mused. Even worse than those back in her old school.

“Guess you’re planning to catch up with her after the ceremony?” Bakari assumed, casting a sideway glance to gauge her expressions.

“I’ll meet up with her tomorrow, after she settles in for the night.” Renata answered. “There’s no need to rush. We have lots of time to prepare for the future.”

Ok! I think I did ok with this oneshot. Editing, was as usual, a bit tedious but the power of Miku’s songs prevail and I manage to push this through! Hope you guys have a wonderful holiday.

#fanfic #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #Draconia Family series #Second Wive AU #tri3tri

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pearl-blue-musings · 3 years

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Grow as We Go: part 8

Hi part 8 mates!

Written portion in between so you know the deal

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!reader

Warnings: language and gets a little sad

this occurs a couple weeks after the last chapter

9 Masterlist

It was weird for you to be up at 7 whatever in the morning. But it was weirder to have someone else be knocking on your door.

“Alright whoever you are, you better have a good reason for being here. I don’t show off my morning look to everyone.”

When you open the door, you’re met with light blue eyes filled with worry and fear. His figure looms over you more than before and you know you’d never forget that blond hair anywhere.

“Monoma?”

The man in front of you, chuckling nervously. It’s a strange thing to you. Monoma had always exuded confidence, despite any disadvantage he might’ve been dealing with. So seeing him so nervous in your presence in unsettling even though it is early.

“I know you’re surprised to see me. I’d be flattered having to see so much beauty this early!”

You couldn’t help the smile of nostalgia that came to your features. Your smile eased Monoma’s uneasiness as he whispers, “that’s the smile I know. Can I come in? It’ll be very quick, I swear.”

You shrug and let him in, handing him a pair of house slippers. You hadn’t thought hard enough about this interaction, not sure how you would even bring up any type of conversation with him. But just like with Hitoshi, it’s high time you truly come clean with your feelings and intentions.

The two of you stand in your kitchen, leaning on the countertop and it reminds you of your days and dates back at U.A. It’s bittersweet, but hopefully all of that will change.

“You’re probably wondering how I found you?” He sees you nod and goes on. “Well, I have a small mission with Fatgum’s agency, I’m headed there now actually. And-”

“Let me guess,” you interrupt, “either he or Kiri sent you my information cause of my affiliation?”

A knowing chuckle leaves his lips as he remembers how often you’d do that, knowing him full well. “Yeah pretty much. I know I could be using your services at some point so I wanted to meet with you in a less formal setting.”

If this was anyone else who had come to see you so early, you would’ve needed at least 20 extra minutes to unwrap and unroll your hair and prepare it for the day, but Monoma had seen you like this before so you weren’t upset. You fiddle with your fingers, trying to avoid the anxiety rising so you try to not look in his eyes but your eyes settle on his left hand. Specifically his left ring finger.

You gape, “Oh my god are you married?!”

Your question catches him off guard as he looks at his hand. “Ah yes! I’ve been with Itsuka for almost a year now.”

“Congrats! I always knew there was something between the two of you. I’m really happy for you.”

He flushes, he actually flushes, at your congrats to his marriage. He had been waiting for the right segway and here it is. “Thank you, I really appreciate that. I’ll tell her I saw you.” He pauses to carefully formulate his next words. “She wasn’t the reason I broke up with you. Well I mean, a small part, but not the initial reason!”

You cross your arms, but you weren’t upset. Although the break up hurt, you weren’t caught off guard by it. “It’s okay, Neito, really. I had a feeling... But, what’s the other reason?”

He gives you a calm and reassuring smile, something that looks more common on his features. He seems more relaxed, less of an uptight asshole. “Since we’re being open, I ended our relationship because of Shinsou.”

Your eyes widen at his confession. “Wait,” you stutter, “what? What does Hitoshi have to do with us?”

“Nothing and everything honestly.”

“I’m not following.”

“(Y/n), honey, he was absolutely in love with you.”

He’s gotta be lying, right? You two were merely best friends. Super close, did everything together, deeply cared for each other and had each others backs...There was that one time one student from class B tried flirting with him and you were, strangely upset.

Oh.

“Oh.”

Monoma slouches over. “That’s all you have to say? I reveal why I broke up with you and that’s all you have to say?”

“This is a lot for me to take in! I’m meeting him soon!”

His eyes go wide and a knowing smirk comes to his face. “Is he now? You guys are talking? I have to admit, when you disappeared after I dumped you-”

“Always so sensitive,” you say snarky-like.

“He beat me up. Yeah, gave me this scar on my arm. When you left he didn’t talk to anyone for a while. It was sad. I wanted to reach out but Itsuka talked me out of it. I wish I hadn’t listened to her because his love for you turned to hate so quickly.”

Monoma’s words were breaking your heart. You knew you had hurt Shinsou bit you didn’t know the extent of it. What a double whammy that must’ve been for him. You moved away after being dumped with no explanation. What kind of friend were you?

You feel a lukewarm finger touch your face to wipe a single tear. “Hey, don’t blame this on you. I really did love you, I did. But Shinsou? He thought the world of you, maybe still does. I couldn’t keep hurting two people I care about like that! What kind of man do you take me for?” He got you to laugh with that and that calmed his heart. “You didn’t leave because of that right?”

You shook your head and whisper, “No, it was a family thing. I can elaborate later.”

He nods in affirmation and steps back, giving you space. The air around the two of you felt nice, comfortable. It had been so long since you’ve felt like this with him and it was one other thing you needed in your life. You had talked with Monoma and things with Hitoshi were incredible. Things really couldn’t get any better than this.

You walk him to your door, noticing the time getting closer to his meeting time. You two share a couple of laughs and banter flows easily. You open the door and are about to let him leave, when you tug on his jacket. He turns to you, knowing the gesture and pulls you into a hug. He holds you tightly, caressing your back and swaying you back and forth. His head rests atop of yours like old times and it feels so good. You’re too caught up in the moment to comprehend what’s going on around you.

You pull away and then wave him off. You heart was content. You knew today would be the day you would confess your true feelings.

And hopefully Shinsou would do the same.

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davidmann95 · 3 years

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So RWBY/Justice League is apparently a crossover that's actually going to happen. Of the little we know right now, how do you think that's going to pan out?

Anonymous said: Those questions about Superman and Batman in RWBY seem prescient, because I'm hearing that an official crossover is in the works

Anonymous said: Um, so there's a legit Justice League/RWBY crossover coming

Anonymous said: So, that official DC/RWBY crossover, huh?

Anonymous said: So, how about that DC/RWBY cross, eh?

Anonymous said: No more speculating how Superman would fit into RWBY when DC themselves are providing their own answer XD

The immediate thing that leaps out beyond the Kingdom Hearts* level of utterly out of nowhere berserk this premise is: while the RWBY comic had a couple minor sequel hooks, and I don’t know how it did in its original digital chapters or in trade, as a monthly periodical it was selling poorly enough that DC didn’t bother to print its last physical issue after the return from the Coronavirus shutdown, and while I thought it was great a lot of fans complained about its art and characterization throughout. I hoped for that sequel, sure, but I wasn’t expecting the book to be regarded internally as anything but a sales failure, nevermind not only continuing it but tripling down in the most extreme and bizarrely specific way possible that’s neither intuitive (unless you have special interests like me) nor surface-level ridiculous enough like Batman/Elmer Fudd that people will buy it just to see how it works. I don’t understand why this comic is happening when no one but me wanted this.

(* The Kingdom Hearts comparison is apt because they were similarly close to the top of things I’d love to see cross over with the DCU that would obviously never, ever happen because that’s too precise and random a combination of my interests. Even if this is legally possible where that isn’t, that would still be conceptually simpler.)

I was asked a couple times in the past about how Superman or Batman could make sense in RWBY’s setting, and it turns out I was closer with the latter than the former - that rather than a dimension-hopping traditional crossover, this is reverse-engineering what the assorted members of the League would look like if they had always been part of Remnant ala JLA/Planetary, some of the old DC/Marvel crossovers, or the more recent Batman/The Shadow. Which actually fits really well with the series regularly evoking assorted fairy tales and mythologies with their characters; this bunch is just one more set to be added. Though that raises several more thoughts and questions:

* The solicit refers to them as Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, and Diana Prince, but will they actually be referred to as such in the story, and will people comment on them not fitting with the color-based naming conventions of that world? Or will they be renamed and evoke their sources purely through iconography, ala Ruby not literally being Little Red Riding Hood?

* How much will the origins of the assorted characters be changed? Batman, Cyborg, and Aquaman would all make perfect sense within the ‘rules’ of the setting with few major alterations, but will Superman still be from Krypton and Green Lantern a space ranger, or will they simply be ordinary humans with thematically reminiscent backstories and Semblances/weapons that evoke the classic powers? I think the latter could work, but I imagine the former is more likely (even if Bennett might keep it vague on some of the details to preserve the aura of mystique and avoid changing the shape of the world too radically) simply because everyone’s surely aware that fans would complain about being ‘ripped off’ for getting the characters ‘in name only’ otherwise.

* Speaking of changes to fit the setting, between being a Faunus and the apparent low-tech traditional armor look of his suit, is Bruce Wayne in here not operating from a position of wealth? You’d just think as a given the Wayne family would be easily plopped in as business rivals to the Schnees and Alfred would be on a first name basis with Klein, but it seems Bennett might have something very different in mind. Also, little disappointing he simply has a katana rather than those collapsible batarangs that turn into swords that Ellis always gave him which would fit perfectly here. And, as so many have already asked: how miserable is he every second of every day in a world where everything is also a gun. At least this isn’t a universe where anyone’s gonna think he’s irresponsible for training teenage sidekicks.

* And if we’re going into individual characters: RWBY Barry Allen is adorable, what the hell. He just looks so dopey and hapless, I sure hope he doesn’t ever have to die to stop the Anti-Monitor. We’re definitely getting a meeting with Harriet that retcons in that he’s the other person with a speed Semblance she mentioned running into, and if he’s tapping into the Speed Force then the jokes that that’s what Harriet does are probably gonna become at least a little bit canon.

* Are the Themyscirans magic, given all magic has a very important common root in this world?

* I don’t think there’s a dud redesign in the bunch? These are all really inspired in their own ways, which is good because unlikely as it seems this is I believe the first time we’ve really gotten any sort of official interpretation of “here’s what the DCU would look like as a Shonen”. Go ahead and say the hell with it and make it Earth 28, I’ve thought before making that an anime Earth would fit with the map.

(By Ag_Nonsuch)

* Bunch of obvious ways these characters can play off of each other: Ruby is paralleled with Wonder Woman on the cover, and I’m curious how Bennett will play that, but she makes most sense next to Flash, a super-fast fan made good, or Superman, a character she so deeply if unintentionally evokes on so many levels I felt I had to make clear when describing her that I didn’t solely appreciate her as a psuedo-Superman analogue. Weiss makes sense up against Batman either as a wealthy heir or a Faunus who’s likely faced his share of pain from the Schees who either way are cold perfectionists defined by inner pain stemming from their families, or Wonder Woman/Aquaman as fellow ‘royalty’. Yang is paralleled with Superman on the cover and that makes sense with the two country bruisers with issues regarding their lost parents, though she’d also make sense with Aquaman as the ‘temperamental’ members a lot of the time of their respective teams, or Cyborg as they both deal with their relationships with their bodies after requiring prosthesis. And Blake pretty much has her pick: like Superman she uses an article of clothing to ‘pass’ and shares the commitment to justice, she and Batman are dark children of privilege (or not in this case, though in this world they’re both Faunus), she and Wonder Woman both left the island homes where their people were safe to try and make the rest of the world better, she and Aquaman are both Faunus royalty, and Green Lantern is about overcoming great fear and in Jessica Cruz’s case specifically about the guilt of running away.

* Will this be entirely flashbacks to the pre-series/Beacon years, or will those be flashbacks set from a ‘present’, and if so when? What happened between the siege of Haven and the train setting off for Argus is the most loosely-defined period in the story and is right on the heels of the end of the original RWBY mini, so I’d imagine it fitting here. And given they apparently join together “to take on a force unlike anything they've seen before” rather than purely the character work of that previous book, what might that be?

* Hey, superhero comics/superpowers as an idea already exist in this universe, will that come up?

* If we can get one single scene in this and it’s going with a “yes they’re still aliens and magic and whatnot” premise I want Clark, who hasn’t thought of being Superman yet and therefore is still at least somewhat hiding his powers, being wracked with guilt over not pursuing becoming a Huntsman and therefore not being there at the Fall of Beacon. Which is a ridiculous thing to take the blame for, but of course he would, he’s Clark, culminating in trying to apologize to JNR for Pyrrha dying he feels in part because he was a coward (when they don’t even have the faintest concept for why he would think he should have been there or could have done anything).

* Once all’s said and done, how is their presence in the world justified as not being a factor in the series proper? It’s simple if they’re ‘ordinary’ analogues who can go off to quietly have adventures elsewhere, but if not then some of them either have to be shuffled off stage or presumably left with their stories incomplete, with a little afterward of “and they went on to be the greatest heroes of all...later, after the scope of team RWBY’s main adventures so that we never have to directly address them again” to avoid them becoming unavoidable major factors in the war against Salem.

In the end, will it be DC’s best comic? No, though I imagine one of their better ones this year. Will it be among the ones I look forward to most each month? Right up there with Yang and Reis’s Batman/Superman baby, this is a miracle freak of fate and I’m gonna appreciate the universe bending over backwards to make entertainment for me and me alone while it lasts. Given I finally checked out RWBY in the first place because I was curious about Bennett’s original comic, this is a heck of a full-circle moment.

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I’ve watched I Told Sunset About You at least 5 times in a row now, but I apparently have no one to rant to and I NEED to rant so bear with me.

First of all can we just appreciate how beautiful the story is? The way it’s portrayed, the way they talk, the location, songs, idk everything is just so poetic. I love how some scenes didn’t need words, and you’d understand it anyway. I love how there are no actual bad guys. The ones they are fighting with are themselves. And everyone has a personality. There’s a story in each and every one of those beautiful, well-written and portrayed characters. I’ll rant about how the story amazes me another time, I just need to focus on the two- Teh and Oh-Aew.

1. Teh

He’s an enigma. Like there’s so much going on with him and sometimes (or most of the times), he doesn’t even understand himself. And there’s so much added to his inner turmoil and identity that just makes me want to try and piece the puzzle but at the same time smother him with a pillow and blanket and yell “PLEASE REST AND BE HAPPY.”

First of all, his family. God, I can’t even start to say how much I relate to him with this. Being compared to hurts like hell. It’s like every thing you do, every step you take, you’d think “Would this be approved? Is this right? Or is this wrong and I’ll be compared again? Will they be proud of me? Will I ever be number 1?” You seek approval for your whole life. First your family, and it will branch out to your whole life. It’s haunting. He solidified his dream to become an actor because his mom was, for once, seemed so proud and excited at the prospect (I’m sure she is proud of him, it’s just that SHOWING it is another story).

And then there’s Oh-Aew. God. The person who shook his entire world. His entire being. If I’m to use Twighlight terms, I’d say he really imprinted on Oh-Aew, and it’s not hard to not see it. There’s a few posts talking about it on Tumblr, and I absolutely agree with them. It’s like, Oh-Aew is really the centre of his world (whether he realises it or not). I know they were kids when they fought, but that person has to be super important to you if it affects you that deeply. They say there’s a thin line between love and hate, and I think this is a good example of it. And to have a strong rivalry meant the love was strong as well- to be able to cross the line.

But “enemies” might be too strong of a word as well. It’s kind of funny, how Teh acts a bit tough and kind of picks a fight with Oh-Aew when what he did the moment he saw Oh-Aew was staring at him again and again. And it’s not even the hate kind of stare. Fascination? Wonder? Curiosity? Longing? Yeah, he talks big with Tarn about their “animosity ” but is it really animosity when he keeps staring, keeps scrolling through this person’s ig, keeps thinking about this person? Who the hell copies someone’s hairstyle if you want to be their enemy? Wouldn’t an enemy want something equally or more amazing, but different? Also he had the audacity to not acknowledge the fact that he was staring at him the whole damn day when Oh-Aew pointed it out. Oh Teh. This is just the tip of the ice-berg.

And when he finally made up with Oh Aew, the dam bursts. He thinks of ways to be close to him again, and not just as friends, but as BEST FRIENDS. He wanted to go “hardcore” immediately and chose his weapon- tutoring. He wanted Oh-Aew with him. He didn’t quite understand why, but he NEEDED Oh-Aew with him. And he wants Oh-Aew to acknowledge it, and see it the same way. He wanted to be special to Oh-Aew too, just like how he is to him. He gets unsettled and upset when he feels like he’s been treated the same as their other friends, and I find this so interesting. He went intense so quick, that I don’t doubt that these intense feelings were there since they were kids. It’s just, at that time, they were kids. As people age, feelings grow into different things, and I guess these their feelings grow to desire, fascination, longing, and love. (Also I squeal every time he admits this. “I don’t like it when ...”)

And his desire grew even more. The more time he spends with Oh-Aew, the more he seems to be wanting to possess him. To see him. To be in his presence. When Oh-Aew’s not there, he’s so unsettled. He touches random things, he paces, tosses around.. He’s lost. But his desire was so apparent. Sometimes, the way he looks at Oh-Aew, it seems like he wanted to devour him whole. This aspect, I feel, clicked when he sniffed his “friend”’s hair so intensely. Damn, the way he sniffed.. You can see the desire. He literally sniffed with his whole body!! Damn. And from there it gets intense and more intense. He’s suddenly aware of it bit by bit. “Coconut, coconut, coconut.” He went home, sniffed the coconut. I use the word sniff and it sounds super cute, but he didn’t do it very cutely haha. Sensual would be more fitting. The scent that he used to hate, is now the scent he seems to yearn as well. Desire by association?

I don’t think he’s stupid, and he’s damn aware that there’s something different he’s feeling about Oh-Aew. He might not understand it at that moment, so he started to play a bit dumb, continue with Tarn, and act “normal”. Is that really normal though, Teh? And Oh-Aew, bless his wit (or else we’ll forever see this static state) made him realize that boy, think different. Think, desire. Think, love. The scene at the beach, the coy atmosphere, was beautiful. I love how Oh-Aew coaxed him gently, and didn’t force him to come to him. To let Teh see him that way. The possibility. And when Teh just came to him, followed him around, desire just radiating in waves, eyes heavy-lidded with it,.. Ah, their relationship shifts yet again. And the scene where he “scratched” his back, Teh was almost lost in it. Almost gave in. Until he touched Oh-Aew’s chest and well damn. He’s a boy. And he slips away.

It’s not that simple, because this wasn’t his plan. He wanted to go to his chosen university, make his mom proud, make his family proud, succeed, have a good career, have a family with Tarn (which his mom apparently will be proud of so, bonus points). And where does Oh-Aew fit in this? Ideally, a friend would be perfect, but they’re not exactly friends, are they? But if he chooses Oh-Aew, what about his plans? His mom? The person who he seeks approval the most. It’s too much.

So he overcompensates with tutoring, the thing that made sense to him. What fits. But it hurts both of them. To Oh-Aew, who wanted Teh’s heart, and Teh, who also wanted Oh-Aew, but is trying to hold himself back and pushes Oh-Aew away, YET try to be close through tutoring. He wants to get away, but he can’t. He mentally, emotionally, and physically can’t. So he made the idioms book, in hopes Oh-Aew would appreciate it, and possibly forgive him (while staying friends?). But why was he lying to himself? The moment he saw Oh-Aew receiving his book, he couldn’t leave. He paced, and he peeked again. And he just can’t win. He’s lost in Oh-Aew’s presence and gaze, and the yearning builds up again, and he wanted to be close, close, close to Oh-Aew. He wanted to inhale his scent, inhale Oh-Aew. When they finally hugged behind the staircase, it’s like, ah, yes. I’m grounded again. (Also can we appreciate the music and cinematography during this scene? BEAUTIFUL). Still in this grounded trance, they went swimming, until oh, he’s pulled down, to a place where no one could see them, no one could judge them. And that’s when he finally let his yearning take over more and kiss him. Finally have him where he actually wanted him, but wasn’t possible due to the reality, the world, people around him. Masterpiece of a scene. Istg.

But of course, everything went straight to hell after. Sure, there were initial blissful moments, and then, when he realized that ah, this is the world again, he took two steps back, and broke Oh-Aew’s heart, and his own. And he knows this. Knows that he actually really damaged them now, and when he was told he couldn’t be friends anymore, it crushed him. How would he be able to live without Oh-Aew? His world. His anchor. So he grasped at things to save his world when he knows Oh-Aew was hurting, and made one desperate, big-scale attempt. Give up his place at university. His dreams. He gave everything to Oh-Aew. He can’t bear to see him suffer and lose his dreams, so he gave up his. I just, I can’t describe it in words.

This was a huge sacrifice. Might be the biggest sacrifice yet. And damn, Oh-Aew didn’t take it? He rejected his efforts, rejected him. The world he was protecting, rejected him (I’ll talk about Oh-Aew later). It hurts. And when he opened the pages of his book, it’s all cut out. He’d already given everything to Oh-Aew. And the one thing he had, the one weapon he had, tutoring, he can’t use it anymore. He just lost both his spot, and Oh-Aew. It hurts. It hurts.

I like that he was a bit passive aggressive at class, and he hinted that Oh-Aew shouldn’t have taken his efforts so lightly, etc. But when Oh-Aew didn’t quite return his passive aggressiveness, and he had this sincere exchange conversation with Bas instead, Teh’s world stopped again. How could Bas tell Oh-Aew what he wanted to tell him so easily? Why is everyone okay about it? How was it so easy? And there it is. He saw Oh-Aew smiling. “This was what I couldn’t give him. Now I lost him.”

He doesn’t have any more cards. No tutoring cards. He only had his words and his heart. But if he can’t fully accept himself, how’s he supposed to face Oh-Aew? Losing Oh-Aew was devastation. The conversation he had with Hoon was so important. The first time he confessed his feelings out loud. With words. And Hoon’s reply.. I just. Wow, he’s a wonderful brother. And ah, now that he had some acceptance, he could finally accept himself. But he can’t do anything at the moment of course, because Oh-Aew’s with Bas now.

So he fulfills his promise to Oh-Aew at least. I wonder what he was thinking at this point. Did he come to terms that he won’t be close to Oh-Aew anymore? Was he ready to let him go? AND THEN THE MIGHTY SCENE. When Oh-Aew said he just wants Teh to not disappear on him and could be anything Teh wants, Teh’s just like. “Ah. My world’s coming back together. And I’m ready.” “If I can be anything, can I be your boyfriend?”

UGHHHHH THE AMOUNT OF FEELS. Teh’s character is SUCH a journey, but it’s a book I’d love to read and reread, and discover the little things I haven’t discovered before. I love how complex he is, and that we can see so clearly his struggles, turmoil, yearning, and finally, acceptance.

2. Oh-Aew

One thing that I would love is more insight on Oh-Aew’s character. But he, too, is a whole character journey. Have you ever felt like you had no aim? Nowhere to head to, just a mindless walk?

Oh-Aew didn’t have a dream. He didn’t want anything, but it’s not like he’s doing it on purpose. It sounds like it’s nothing much, but imagine being in a desert. With no directions. Or like a dark room, where you desperately try to find a light, just somewhere to look at, somewhere to go, something to do.

And then he found it, his light. His passion. Acting. It’s like when a starved man finally sees food, or when a locked person finally sees the world. He sees motivation. He sees purpose. He sees something he could strive for, and make his parents proud of him. Now imagine that when you finally found that motivation and sense of purpose, someone who you care about, someone you hold dear and never thought would betray you, says you wouldn’t be able to do it, and that you’d give up anyways.

I don’t know how to stress this, but being told that you’re incapable of succeeding at a young age really affects your thinking. Humans by nature, don’t like to be told what they can or cannot do, and it’s the same for Oh-Aew. So he takes that as a challenge, and tries his whole life to prove Teh wrong. To be honest, it’s both a blessing and a curse. A curse because he had ongoing thoughts about how he needs to be the best, and that he needs to prove someone wrong. But a blessing because he now has another motivation to strengthen his attempts to reach his dreams. Personally, I, too, find competitions a push for me to be better. But it also had negative impact on me. I wasn’t satisfied with anything I achieved, I just wanted to bulldoze through. And if there’s even a smallest mistake, I’d beat myself up. It’s not a healthy lifestyle.

And when he finally met with this person again, not only did he keep on staring at him, he also brought up his academic weakness and implied that he’ll fail. Again. Again. And what’s worst is he was partly right. He didn’t get the placement.

Okay I’m going to stop there for Oh-Aew’s motivation and ambition, because I’ll get emotional lol I relate too much. So on to Teh.

What’s interesting about Oh-Aew is that I’m not really sure what he’s thinking, and he’s quite a mystery. But at the same time, he has this presence that’s just, healing and addictive. He doesn’t force, doesn’t push. He coaxes, he’s gentle. But he knows what he wants, and he’s clear about it. I’d love to know the thoughts he had for Teh when they met, though. Because, even though we weren’t shown what was going through his head, or the degree of which he thought of Teh, he obviously sees Teh as different from the rest.

When Teh told him he’s upset that he’s being treated like everyone else, Oh-Aew was just like. “Bestie, why didn’t you tell me? Let me affirm your position. Here’s my big secret.” WITHOUT hesitation. He didn’t think it was weird or anything, all he wanted was to make Teh smile again. And he’s so in tune with Teh. Whenever Ten’s upset, he just knows, asks, and he’ll wait for Teh to be ready, and when he’s ready, he’ll listen to Teh and comfort his unease. I understand how Teh would be so entranced. Oh-Aew was like a breath of fresh air, the quiet comfort, yet alluring and addictive.

And one of my favorite parts would be when Teh told him to not give his time to others, Oh-Aew said it to him right back with such a challenging look on his face. And I think it’s interesting, because he doesn’t really show that much aggression (it wasn’t really aggressive, but he had a harder tone than usual). It shows how Oh-Aew is quite clever in hiding what he wants to hide, or maybe he could even store it in a secret box inside his head and try to ignore it. I’m saying this because we kept seeing how Teh checked and rechecked who saw his story with Tarn, but he couldn’t see Oh-Aew’s name, and Oh-Aew didn’t really seem affected by it. But when Teh mentioned about time, he suddenly took off mask and it’s as if he said, “You’re bothered with me giving your time to others? Okay my bad, but you’re also giving my time others. You think I don’t know? I’m also bothered.” And at this point I was like, ah, so Oh-Aew does notice. And he does gets bothered. It continues on to Teh sniffing the hell out of his hair and he’s just like what? And he thinks, and he thinks, and he looks at the coconut shampoo. And he thinks.

Teh.

And he puts on more shampoo, which suggested how he actually welcomes the thought of Teh liking the smell on him. He wants Teh to like him. More coconut, more coconut. Like me.

But he’s patient, Oh-Aew is. He doesn’t push Teh, he just observes, tests, and when he’s quite sure, he launches his gentle yet dangerous attacks. He made sure Teh was looking at him, thinking of him (not that he actually needed to, Teh was already full of Oh-Aew thoughts HAHA but it does help, to push Teh a bit), and he coaxes. He introduced the possibility of them gently.

But how long could a person wait? How many times can a person get rejected? When he realized he liked Teh, he didn’t tip toe his way around Teh like he did with Bas, he went full force. It’s like, just as Teh was like a hungry lion, Oh-Aew was a prey enticing to be eaten. He wanted to be eaten. He liked Teh’s attention, wanted Teh’s attention, more than anything. He wanted him. After all, Teh was behind his motivation his whole life. He wanted Teh to see him, to love him, to embrace him. Accept him. How long can he be patient? The lion knows he’s hungry, but he refuses to eat. Yet; the lion keeps the prey to himself, to his clutches, to his territory. But the lion won’t do anything directly, so is the prey not worthy enough to be eaten? If not, why put it in the lion’s yearning clutches?

Every time Teh seemed to move forward, Oh-Aew gets disappointed when he moves two steps back. And it’s maddening, because now Teh is just at the center of his world, but he can’t access it. There’s a wall, and this wall keeps him from truly being with Teh. And he’s so addicted to Teh, to Teh’s attention, and he wants more. He had the taste of it, but just as he gets to taste- it’s gone. And he knows why. And it goes back to his own anxiety of being not worthy. Not worthy of a dream, not worthy for a person. Are his parents even proud of him? He desperately tried to change, maybe if I change my gender, he’d like me? He’d accept me? But of course it’s not possible; and it breaks him. Is he even worthy of anything?

And he decided to give up. I might be just assuming, but it’s as if “I’m not smart, why bother. I’m not lovable, why bother.” And he wanted to lock himself in that dark room again, to be aimless, to be numb, to not feel anymore of the pain of not being enough.

And this is the part where I want to rant the most. His rejection of Teh’s place in university. Yes, at first I questioned it too, but did he look happy at all when he rejected it? People have mentioned that Teh’s sacrifice was the answer to Oh-Aew’s earlier question “If the teacher chose you, would you have given it to me?” (Somewhere along these lines). That yes, he would give it up to Oh-Aew.

But Oh Aew too, was answering an accusation made on him. He doesn’t, and never did, want to steal Teh’s dream. All he wanted was an inspiration, a rival to compete with, not to crush. Not to destroy. To me, Teh giving up his place could mean two things to Oh-Aew: Teh was first offering to be destroyed, and second, it would mean that the whole rivalry, inspiration, chase, ambition was colored gray when before it was a burning bright red. There was an idiom that they learned, “Easy pickings.” To get something when you didn’t put so much effort in. And I think, if I was in his place, I’d feel that it was an easy picking, because someone intentionally gave it to him on a silver platter. More so, his love, his rival, his inspiration gave it to him, like the whole competition didn’t matter. I don’t know the intention of the writers, but I feel that it was like Oh-Aew also didn’t want to be the one holding the knife of destroying Teh’s dream. Because he never wanted to. And the competition, the inspiration to his ambition and growth which all started and continued from and around Teh, would mean less. To be a competent rival, he needs to get there by himself.

Also I think if he did accept it, it would be a whole cycle again. Teh would have a card, and he’d never realize that the card’s not what Oh-Aew wants. Oh-Aew only wants his heart. Both of them needed this. Teh needed to know this, and Oh-Aew needed a push to realize his supposed purpose and motivation again. Which he will achieve, by himself, with his own hands, as a worthy rival. And if he gets it, he can say HE did it. He won’t have to feel guilty all his life for “stealing” Teh’s place. Damn. I’ve always wanted to say this since I don’t see much about people talking about Oh-Aew’s side in this.

On to Bas, it’s actually quite heartbreaking to see how he treated Oh-Aew exactly how he wanted. To be accepted and loved without hesitance, to hold hands without a care in the world, to be able receive love without walls. Bas is truly golden. But it’s just not who Oh-Aew wanted. He wasn’t quite Teh, and Bas knows this, and guided him back to Teh. UGH BAS I HOPE YOU FIND SOMEONE AND BE HAPPY.

And finally, the sunset scene. I like how he didn’t apologize about the university placement, but he knew he didn’t want to lose Teh. He already accepted that he might not be what he wants to be by Teh’s side, but he’s willing to take it. Anything. He just wants Teh to not disappear again. And oh, Teh suddenly confessed.

AAAAAAAAAA I CAN’T GET OVER THIS T.T The series is SOOOOO beautiful and well-written. I’m so nervous for Part 2. Pls don’t give them a sad ending. PLEASE. I BEG YOU. Or I might really hypnotize myself to forget the second part and only remember the first one. And and if anyone wants to talk to me and discuss this with me please do!!!!! I love a good discussion T.T and I’m lonely hELP I need to talk about it with someone

#itsay #i told the sunset about you #oh aew #teh #tehaew #ppkrit #billkin #ppbillkin #MY FEELS #rant #i love this series so much #literally art #a masterpiece #bkpp #billkinpp

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oikawasbliss · 3 years

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sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

tags: platonic relationship, possibly unrequited love, 2nd year!sakusa kiyoomi

a/n: my first time writing for sakusa !! if you enjoyed a like/reblog is appreciated !!

it's the day before the big day, christmas choirs angelic voices filled the area that even at a mile, you'd still be able to hear. the breath-taking christmas lights and christmas decors have also filled the town; joyful music and an optimistic environment, you couldn't help but smile by the wonders you two were witnessing. well, sakusa's smile isn't visible but surely beneath that mask of his is a tiny curve of the edges of his lip.

you met sakusa because of komori, and it took a lot of days for the two of you to become close.

you respect him for being afraid and cautious of his surroundings, and sakusa didn't care about you.

regardless you wanted to know him, to understand him, so even the times he's purposely trying to shatter your feelings, you would show that you didn't mind, even though you felt knives stabbing you in any parts of your body whenever he lets out sentences you know could deeply wound you.

whenever those times happen, sakusa thinks that you can handle him, he didn't know what he was feeling but after what he did or what he said and you making him think that you're taking it so lightly, it was now him who wanted to be your friend.

he started to be more close to you, still no physical contact, but nonetheless you were happy that he started to talk to you.

that menacing face expression of his every time he talks to you still freaks you out, but then again, you're happy that he became more— what's the word? comfortable with you.

“ so saku? where do you want to go first? ”

the man looked at the person who he's standing next to, looking up to him with a genuine, charming smile, then glancing at the stores and eating areas.

sakusa lowered his head, slightly burying himself in his scarf, “ you took me here.. weren't you supposed to know where to go first? ”

“ okay then… ” you placed your fist on your chin, analyzing the place on where to go first. “ we should buy some stuff first! ”

you looked at him and started walking to the store you wanted to go to, with sakusa following.

you two did not buy anything from that shop.

“ that keychain was kind of cheap. ” sakusa reminded as the two of you walked out of the store.

“ i'm not gonna waste my money on some small keychain— what happened to christmas sale?! ”

sakusa giggled under his scarf, and even if the place was super noisy, you swear on earth you heard that adorable giggle that came out of man's mouth.

“ did you just giggle? ” you faced him with a teasing smirk. he hummed in response as if he didn't do anything.

you whispered nevermind that you two could only hear and gone back to places you can visit at the festive themed night market.

“ hey y/n.. wanna waste the money on food instead? ”

you looked at the other with a menacing smirk, “ hell yeah. ”

after spending almost all of your money on food, you two decided to walk home. you two were just chatting, it felt annoying for sakusa because of how talkative you are, though he likes that you're keeping the jolly atmosphere— as it should be. then there's you who is mentally panicking while coming up with whatever topic that goes in your head, you think that they seem to be entertaining to the other, so whatever you think of, you talk about.

you dropped the current topic you two were talking about, it was gonna end either way, so you came up with another thing to talk about that drew more of sakusa's attention. “ i kind of wish your cousin came along with us. ”

sakusa hummed in response, menacingly looking at you.

“ i mean— it's not like i don't want to come with you but wouldn't it be more fun when komori was around? ”

“ what do you mean? ”

you sweatdropped, you didn't know why but when he said that in that kind of tone, a serious one, you felt like something was wrong. though he's always like this, but this time, you felt… afraid, mayhaps?

you still be able to kept your optimistic presence, “ what i mean is uhm.. we'd be a good trio together and probably be the noisiest out of the people there ” you laughed nervously at the end of your sentence, you didn't know what you said but after you said that you unintentionally punched sakusa's arm.l, like, a nudge.

both of your eyes widen by surprise, you didn't mean to.

you saw his brows furrowing and his hues looking towards you.

“ I-I am so sor— ”

you touched him, and he touches you.

sakusa didn't know what he's doing, after that little nudge, he just had the feeling to take it back.

he didn't mean it this way. did he?

you caught yourself wrapped around by the arms of the man sakusa himself.

you couldn't stop thinking about his hatred of human contact, of how he mildly dislikes anyone touching him because of whatever germs they carry. rather than feeling and enjoying his warmth, you panic, your heart beats faster than the flash, why is he hugging you really tight all of a sudden?

you couldn't think straight after what had just happened. the hug lasted a few seconds before sakusa pulled you away.

“ hey… ”

even though it came out inaudible, you understood that he's calling for you. you just curled your lips upwards in response.

“ i'm giving you permission to touch me. ”

“ ...wha— ”

“ not what you were thinking.. ” he let out a short huff before continuing. “ what i mean is you can touch me, make human contact, brush my hair even. whatever. ”

you were touched, when he said that you can touch him, you can.

he trusts you, he's comfortable to be with you now. the only question that you want to be answered is did anything happen for you to gain him this much trust from you?

you let out a slow aww then opened your arms, slowly walking towards him, attempting to hug once again.

you paused and looked at him to make sure he was serious about what he said.

“ can i hug you again? ”

“ just do it. ”

you muffled an adorable laugh and bumped into him as you surround your arms on his back.

this time, you focused on his warmth; feeling like you're hugging a soft teddy bear because of his coat.

you like it. do you like him? maybe? extremely.

little do you know as you were resting your head on his chest, a small, this time genuine, smile was planted on sakusas face beneath his mask. his hands hesitantly placed on your back, hugging back.

“ m-merry christmas? ”

your head faced upwards seeing sakusa's stunning visage, smiling more wider. “ merry christmas. ” you respond, “ love you. ”

when those words just spits out of your mouth, you were scared of misunderstandings, but either way, whatever he understoods, you mean them, every meaning it has, you mean it.

sakusa on the other hand was unawaringly flushing bright red beneath his mask. he doesn't know if you mean it romantically or platonically.

why would you even mean it romantically?

he thought to himself, then thinking of what to reply and it lasted for an awkward 5 seconds.

“ i— uhm.. love you too? ”

you burst out small laughter yet your heart flutters as those simple words reach inside your ears, it never wanted to come out at the other side, it's just there now, forever engraved in your brain.

#sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x reader #haikyuu creations #sakusa kiyoomi x reader

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queensconquest · 3 years

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The Schoenheit family is a complex one at that. A family shrouded in success and public attention and among the elite. They often make public appearances or appear at notable events , and have traveled to quite a few different lands over the years. Although they are often in the spotlight , their family home is kept under wraps , and they often stick to mansions on outskirts of smaller towns rather than the center of main cities. But under the glitz and glamour is a far more complicated web.

PROCEED TO MEET THE FAMILY.

To the world , Vil’s father is known as Erik Venue. He’s a major movie actor that has dominated the main screen for decades now. He’s a well respected celebrity , known for his polite & kind nature and awe-inspiring performances. His specialty lies in lead roles , mainly in action and mystery movies , but he’s dabbled in a few others here and there. He often works with charities and visits fans , interacting with population in a way that makes many adore him. Although he has his critics , he takes them in stride and as a way to improve. He’s even been known to have lunch with some to hear their thoughts. He enjoys meeting new people and working on projects , while also using his experience to mentor or encourage new actors. For him it isn’t simply an act , but the truth of his personality. He cares deeply for those close to him as well as his fans , and tries to use his fame for the best. He doesn’t judge based on rumors or stories , but sees for himself and treats everyone well unless directly given a reason not to.

He married Vil’s mother when they were in their mid-twenties , a marriage that swept up the lands. It had been quite the surprise that their teen relationship had endured - with his mother often being mentioned as being a figure admired but hard to get close to. Somehow it had worked , and they’ve been happily married ever since. ( Some media speculation is the fact he isn’t constantly around her plays a role to this success. ) He is the fire to his wife’s ice , a relaxing presence who takes situations as they are. While he knows when to be serious , he often is not super fussy over details , a stark contrast to his wife’s perfectionism. Although they quarrel at times , he loves her as much as he always has , and truly appreciates the role she’s taken as mother to their child and being the ‘ representative ‘ of the family among social circles.

Unfortunately , his work also keeps him away from his family often and for long stretches. While he does foster a good relationship with his son , a bond he treasures , it’s also a somewhat distant relationship. ( A fact he is unintentionally oblivious to. ) He has not been a daily presence in Vil’s life at any point. Many times they only saw each other at holiday seasons and events , or whenever he could bring Vil to set. He treasures Vil , taking pride in seeing his son’s success and offering advice when he can. He wants his son to be happy in whatever he does , and with whomever he meets.

The untouchable flower of theater. Vil’s mother was an extremely famous stageplay actress and dancer , a living legends. Many awed and aspired to reach her levels , but rare was it that she ever took on anyone to teach even for a brief period. She was the best and expected the best , wasting no time for what he didn’t view as worth it. But despite her somewhat cold interactions , people couldn’t help but be capitated her. Say what they will , nobody could deny the talent. She is like deadly nightshade , pretty to look at but caution advised when handling. A perfectionist through and through , Vil’s mother made sure to do her best , networking and setting herself up for continued success. After Vil’s birth she’s remained a symbol of the family , but has recently begun to occasionally dabble in new projects that are met with large success.

Meeting Vil’s father hadn’t been in the picture. Many times she’d chosen to ignore him until they were fated to work on a project together. He was too nice in her opinion , and she was too much of a perfectionist in his. But love defies many expectations. Marriage came , and then their first and only child. Vil’s mother retired during her pregnancy , and instead became the symbol of the Schoenheit connections and influence. Media pinned the pregnancy for his mother’s sudden social engagement , strengthening the influence of the family. The times Vil’s father are around are some of the better times as he serves to force her to not be quite as much of a perfectionist.

It’s easy to see the influence Vil has had from his mother. Unlike his father , vil’s mother was very involved...to an extent. She often was the one scheduling his trainings , pushing him to learn skills for success and what she viewed an ‘ elite ‘ should know. She made sure to socialize him from a young age at elite parties , networking , weaving him a path to success. Her perfectionism deeply rooted itself into Vil , although it found a different form than hers , but it was reinforced with her need for perfection from him. She has high expectations for Vil , and is highly critical of anyone close to him. Only the best of the best for a Schoenheit is her motto. But it’s an emotionally chilly relationship as his mother focuses mainly on the image of the Schoenheit family - although deep down it all does come from a place of care for her son.

Vil Schoenheit , successful model , singer , actor and student. He’s been training hard as far back as his memories can go to be the most beautiful , to be the best and fairest of them all. A self and society focused perfectionist , he’s extremely harsh on himself and accepts nothing less than perfection , reinforced through childhood lessons , treatments , and experiences. His rise is legendary , rising faster than his parents had but risking having so much further to fall with every new success. Although appeearing harsh like a winter blizzard in his beauty , Vil truly wants to see others succeed and thrive to the best they can.

Vil loves his dad , but its a sorrowful kind of love. He treasures the memories he does have with his father , and he knows that his father does truly love and care for him. But it has always been hard to really connect deep with his father since his father was gone. As time moves on , the distance seems to grow as their careers often mean different schedules and availabilities. Still , he treasures the times he does spend with him and doesn’t hold any resentment. Only a yearning that his father might see some of his more recent successes in person one day.

His mother is a complicated manner. Perfectionist meeting perfectionist creates an unbreaking feedback loop of needing to be perfect. But he listened and obeyed his mother without complaint when he was younger. If she said he’d learn to dance , he would. Art ? He’d learn it despite hating it. All because he didn’t want to disappoint her , something that continues to this day. He doesn’t want to disappoint her. At the same time , he knows what he wants and the choices he makes today. As rough as it may seem , a part of him is grateful. She’s ALWAYS been at every major event in his life , and her early teachings made it so he possesses a vast amount of skills. She always hired the best of the best to teach him. It’s a complicated tie.

To note , there are several house staff members in the Schoenheit family , all of which have been there for many , many years and often helped care for Vil if he wasn’t training / working / studying since his mother was often occupied with maintaining social connections or attending events and such and his father was working. They were the emotional support Vil needed until VIl learned to internalize everything ( much to the staff’s dismay knowing how hard it can be. ) They all care for the family and are well cared for in turn with plenty of breaks and free time. They also have many stories on Vil.

#〉does the mirror reflect you truly〈 — ⌼ ⌜vil headcanon⌟#in other words dad = parent you want to meet & welcomes you #mother = parent who probably doesnt think you're good enough for her son #staff = the emotional support and who to get gossip from #I HOPE THIS HELPED ??#GAVE A LOOK INSIDE THE FAMILY?#idk if it did but i hope so-.

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karamfilmare · 4 years

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Why I Dislike Fanon Oikawa

Ok, soooooooo

I have only been in the Haikyuu fandom since...late July, after the manga ended. I’m a bit of a late bloomer. Anyways...

Ever since Oikawa crosses my screen, I was ENAMORED with him. Like, what a beautiful boy!! And his dub voice just does things to me. And his attitude is spectacular. How could anyone hate him? And as the show went on, I love him even more. He was a pretty boy with a lot of baggage, and who doesn’t love that?

I never understood the hate about him, because come on, I’m pretty sure most of us have been worse than him, and honestly, people need to grow up, but THAT’S FOR ANOTHER TIME.

So, after watching Haikyuu, I did the typical fan things: rewatched the show, rewatched the show, made other people watch and love the show, got others into the Yagami Yato because of the show, although for me it was the other way around oops.

I managed to reach Haikyuu Tok, which was fantastic! The edits, the funny skits, the fanart, everything was MWAH CHEF’S KISS.

And at first I thought a few of the Oikawa jokes were funny -- the flat ass (which now he’s thicc so shut up about that lol, fucking Tendou’s ass caves in, I don’t want to hear it), the “Iwa-chan” obsession (which I mean, yeah, but hold this thought).

Then I got slightly annoyed by other things that were attached to Oikawa. And then my friends kind of hopped on to these, because they don’t like Oikawa, even though I have tried oh so hard to convince them that he’s not that bad of a person, like his personality and words are OBVIOUSLY -- no, no, that’s for another time. @oikawa-obvs also has a great analysis on why you should grow up and not hate Oikawa so there.

No, what really bothered me is what the fandom did to Oikawa. Fanon Oikawa started to bug me, for several reasons. And I will list and explain some of the things that bug me that people seem to take seriously about fanon Oikawa and apply it to canon Oikawa.

1. Oikawa the Crybaby

So like, the fandom makes Oikawa out to be a big whiny crybaby who can’t do anything without Iwaizumi. I’ll be addressing the first half here, because I want to save my Iwaizumi topic for a little later.

So, we see Oikawa cry several times in the show, and we see him have his most heartbreaking cry in the 3rd movie, one that makes me cry everytime.

But I don’t see why this makes him a crybaby. Like, other characters have cried, yet we don’t think of them as crybabies.

His emotions were too much for him, as it can be for a lot of us. I wish people would realize that him expressing his emotions in a physical way is not a bad thing.

And this leads to my next point...

2. Oikawa’s Weak (kind of hard to explain, keep reading)

I don’t mean physically weak (I mean his fucking serves are so hot--I MEAN HARD *cough*).

This is also kind of hard to explain. People pick on his character for his personality.

When we first meet Oikawa, his personality is loud, smug, a bit childish, etc. (Honestly, I kind of liked that, for some reason it was super interesting to me)

But I just want to draw your attention to the fact that a weak person would not:

- be able to lead a team so cohesively as he does

- be a strong presence on the team

- take responsibility for the team

- stay true to his goals

- be able to be loyal to his friends

I could go on.

3. Oikawa is clingy (to Iwaizumi)

Iwaizumi and Oikawa are really close best friends, and have been since elementary school. Naturally, the two are pretty much in sync and know each other really well.

However, Oikawa is not solely dependent on Iwaizumi. I have seen posts where people would joke and say “Oh, Oikawa would have gone to Shiratorizawa if Iwaizumi went.” One of my friends sent me a meme like that and said “SO TRUE” and I was like “MMMMMM BUT NO YOU’RE WRONG.”

I don’t know if it is just me and my absolute need to be independent being projected onto my favorite characters, but Oikawa is not tied to Iwaizumi. Oikawa is definitely loyal, and so is Iwaizumi. They do see each other as partners, but even they realize that their paths are not meant to be joined forever.

I am really close with my best friend/s, and they mean the world to me. We joke and talk and we have each others’ backs, even when separated doing our own thing. We will be pretend clingy, but that’s just what friends do.

I guess this is a subset to the Oikawa is weak, but I feel like this needed its own explanation and analysis (sorry, it kind of sucks so far).

4. Oikawa is a playboy

Ok, so my main source for Oikawa’s character is the anime. I haven’t gotten far in the manga to know more.

But honestly, from my multiple viewings of the anime, Oikawa is very kind and considerate to his fangirls, but he doesn’t seem flirty.

Oikawa had a girlfriend (who somehow broke up with him because of volleyball. I sympathize and don’t at the same time, but that’s for a different topic?).

I know that there is a story where he kind of tries to flirt with some girls when he gets his glasses, but he kind of goofed on that. And yes, he knows he’s good looking, but he hasn’t really used his good looks to take advantage of people, especially his fangirls.

I also find it hard to believe that Oikawa, who has a much older sister, would dare to toy with women’s hearts without getting his shit rocked by said older sister. Also, I feel like Oikawa cares about setting a good example to his nephew Takeru, and being a playboy isn’t what Oikawa would want to project on his nephew.

I think Oikawa gets judged to be a playboy because he is attractive (which how can anyone not find him attractive. Furudate made a powerful character when even the Oikawa haters find him attractive.)

I just want people to recognize that canon Oikawa is actually a deeply loyal, nuanced character, and he’s not what fanon Oikawa appears to be. He is one of, if not, the most hard-working individuals. He is driven, ambitious, independent, focused, and extremely insightful.

He was a kid who loved volleyball, then became absolutely in love with the sport when he sees his idol, Jose Blanco, and decided that he wanted to be the best setter. That comes with an immense pressure from within, which can cause a lot of stress on a young individual. He practiced and perfected the craft, doing what he can to measure up to the talented and the genius players of his age. He just happened to be given “The Curse of the Ordinary.”

It’s amazing that he has managed to become one of the best players that is feared and revered by peers. He is special, not due to his talent, but due to his perseverance and dedication.

And I don’t think people should lose that in the fanon. I get it as a joke, but some people seem to confused the fanon with the canon.

Thanks for reading this crappy analysis, I’m so sorry I subjected you all to this. I really love and appreciate you all. <3

Credit to @volleygifs for the gifs

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senacal · 4 years

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Hey! Would u wanna write one where right after cuba in the hospital charles asks her to sing to him, and all she can remember is an old song from sweden (slightly personalized in that, i hope you dont mind!!) called Flyktsoda by ebba grön, she sings in swedish and he translates lyrics by telepathy. she ends up kinda confessing with the line "dont be scared of me, i am so scared of you" bcz shes a bit scary and mad all the time but shes super weak for charles. then u can decide how it ends 🥺🥺

Request: Requested by Anon

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Fem! Reader

Prompt: Hey! Would u wanna write one where right after Cuba in the hospital Charles asks her to sing to him, and all she can remember is an old song from Sweden (slightly personalized in that, I hope you don’t mind!!) called Flyktsoda by Ebba grön, she sings in Swedish and he translates lyrics by telepathy. she ends up kinda confessing with the line "don’t be scared of me, I am so scared of you" bcz she’s a bit scary and mad all the time but shes super weak for Charles. then u can decide how it ends 🥺🥺

Warnings: self deprecation? Charles isn’t okay and neither is the reader

Author’s Note: I don’t mind at all ^.^ I listened to the song and it was super catchy, even better when I found out what the lyrics translated to (I speak no ounce of Swedish lol 😅) Sorry it took so long btw, I fell into a funk but here I am, forcing myself out 😬

Requests Are Open!

After the events of Cuba, Charles hadn’t been the same. He wasn’t to blame, of course, his whole world had changed with a single bullet. It was heartbreaking to witness the once cheerful man turn into this broken person. He plastered on a smile when he needed to and he pretended to be the same cheeky man, but (Y/N) knew it was an act. Not only had he lost his legs, but he also lost Raven and his best friend Erik that day. Despite Erik being capable of making his own choices, Charles blamed himself for what happened. He blamed himself relentlessly and it annoyed (Y/N) because she knew the turmoil it was giving the man. She hated seeing Charles putting himself through that self-inflicting guilt.

No matter how many times (Y/N) or Hank tried to tell him it wasn’t his fault, Charles still continued to place the blame on himself. Charles did stop communicating that guilt out loud around them when they visited him in the hospital, but (Y/N) was willing to bet that it still resided in the back of his mind. She didn’t have to be a telepath to know that because she could easily see it in his eyes. She liked to think that she knew him well enough through everything they’ve gone through together.

Before Cuba, Charles and Erik had found her working a tireless job to keep herself off of the streets. She was barely scraping by and she lived in a crappy one-bedroom apartment. It was located in the bad part of town and the crime rates were skyrocketing, but the mayor didn’t care to fix that. So she suppressed her powers and forced herself to fight for what little she had. She couldn’t afford for her landlord to figure out that she was a mutant and kick her out. Thankfully her mutation was easy to hide, as long as her emotions were kept intact. The only hint at her mutant powers was the growing life around her wherever she went, meaning, she could manipulate plant life either with a thought or a simple touch. It aggravated her to see people treat the plants in her neighborhood soo poorly.

When Erik and Charles first went to collect her, she couldn't understand what they would want with a girl like her. She was on the verge of homelessness, worked a dead-end job, and had a criminal record. The charges against her weren’t too serious, a couple of shoplifting charges and she might have beat a guy up here and there who tried to attack her. But regardless, she knew she wouldn’t fit in with the others Charles and Erik had recruited. So when she met them, she glared her way through each conversation and ignored the CIA’s requests. But for some reason, Charles managed to worm his way into her heart. Maybe it was his charming smile that should have annoyed her or his eyes that were shockingly blue. Or maybe it was the fact that he understood her even though he was the complete opposite of her. Whatever it was, Charles was the only one who had seen her softer side.

It was almost funny seeing Hank’s shocked face when he witnessed her caring side for the first time. They had both decided to visit Charles in the hospital when Charles had asked for a small favor, some comfortable clothes, and (Y/N) had readily offered to get them. Hank was possibly more surprised than was necessary. (Y/N) did nice things! The other day she helped Erik with his powers, granted that was before he betrayed them and Hank wasn’t there to witness it. Now though, (Y/N) reserved her soft spot for Charles. Hank seemed to understand, he didn’t make any comments about it; but that was probably because when Alex did, (Y/N) manipulated the roots of a tree to keep him stuck for a whole night until Charles turned a disapproving eye on her. He learned his lesson after that though.

But that was all before Cuba. Now it was just (Y/N), Hank, Alex, Banshee, and Charles. But even Banshee and Alex went their own way. (Y/N) couldn’t say where they went, she wasn’t sure. But she did know that their departure had added to Charles’ grief and guilt. She made it her duty to stay by his side while he was in the hospital, a reassurance that she wouldn’t leave him. Charles had turned her into this soft mushy person and it scared her shitless. She couldn’t remember the last time she had loved someone. But the thought of him leaving or being taken away terrified her. Charles terrified her. But she pulled herself together so he wouldn’t realize anything was wrong, he didn’t need any extra guilt.

(Y/N) sat next to Charles's bedside, a book in her hands to keep her busy while Charles slept. She arrived early that day because of the construction happening on the street where the hospital was located and she didn’t want to be late. She wasn’t expecting Charles to be awake which was why she brought the book. She was immersed in the story when Charles woke up, which is why he surprised her.

“You’re here early,” He spoke groggily.

The flowers’ leaves on the other side of Charles’s bedside shot out of their vase and wrapped around Charles’s wrist, forcing it flush against the bed. (Y/N) might have gotten startled since she was distracted. She looked up with a guilty smile and released his wrist when he gave her an unamused look. “Sorry, you scared me,” She grumbled.

“It’s alright, love,” Charles rubbed his wrist. He hadn’t expected the grip to hurt since they were tulip leaves.

“How’d you sleep?” (Y/N) set the book in her hands aside and shifted so she could face Charles.

“Okay, I guess. I’m ready to get out of here,” He shrugged. He adjusted the bed so he could sit up.

“I can ask the doctor when you can be released if you’d like?” (Y/N) offered.

‘No, it’s okay,” Charles waved her off, “I’d much rather keep your company a little longer,” He smiled.

(Y/N) nodded, a faint smile on her lips. “Of course,” She drummed her fingers on her lap. “Did you need anything? The nurse? More medicine? Food?”

“I’m alright for now, thanks though… Can I ask you a question?” Charles hesitated.

“Yeah, anything.”

“Do you mind if, you can say no, but do you mind if I ask you to sing me a song? I’ve been quite bored here and the radio stations are rather crappy and there’s never anything good on the telly,” He rambled.

“Oh, uh,” (Y/N) furrowed her brows, what song would she sing?

“Never mind, it was weird of me to ask, you don’t-”

“No, I’ll sing for you uh, Is it okay if it’s in Sweden? I can’t really remember any songs right now,” (Y/N)’s cheeks flushed and her fingers began to fidget in her lap.

“I don’t mind,” He smiled kindly.

(Y/N) nodded and cleared her throat, here went nothing, “Lyckan kommer, lyckan går. Dom säger tiden läker sår. Jag släcker lampor. Jag öppnar fönster. Letar efter mönster. Jag kommer aldrig. Jag kommer aldrig, kommer. Kommer aldrig komma hem.”

‘Happiness comes, happiness goes. They say that time heals wounds. I turn off lamps, I open windows. Searching after patterns, I will never, I will never, will never come home,’ Charles lay back in his bed, his eyes closing as his mind translated the lyrics for him, one of the better aspects of his telepathy, the ability to understand any language.

“Flyktsoda, ta mig i hand. Sätt mig i brand, ibland ibland ibland. Flyktsoda ta mig i land. Sätt mig i brand, ibland ibland ibland,” (Y/N) could feel her stomach flipping, her chest filling with anxiety. She hadn’t realized how much this song actually meant until now. She hadn’t been happy before Charles came into her life. She was merely going through the motions, living because it was expected of her, but with Charles, hell even Hank, they gave her a reason to keep going. Only Charles was her reason for staying.

‘Escapesoda take my hand. Set me on fire, sometimes sometimes sometimes. Escapesoda bring me to shore. Set me on fire, sometimes sometimes sometimes,’ Charles inhaled deeply, (Y/N)’s voice soothing the ache in his chest. He appreciated everything she has done for him while he was hospitalized. If it weren’t for her, he was sure he wouldn’t have made it out in one piece. He barely made it with her there, but her persistent presence kept him grounded and kept him from falling into despair.

“Var inte rädd för mig. Jag är så rädd för dig,” (Y/N)’s voice stuttered over the words. They pierced her heart when she sang them. They rang true and she was afraid it revealed just how much Charles affected her.

“Don't be afraid of me. I'm so afraid of you,” Charles's eyes opened when he heard the vulnerability in her voice. He looked at her with questioning eyes, he almost felt bad when he read what she was thinking.

“Do you really think that I am afraid of you?” He asked softly.

“I, well, everyone else was, why not you too? I hurt you just a little while ago,” She pointed to his wrist.

Charles's wrist was rubbed raw from the leaf, but it wasn’t too bad, plus he had startled her, “I startled you, it wasn’t your fault.”

“That’s not the point Charles, I’ve done some bad things so why wouldn’t you fear me?”

“You fought to protect yourself. You are so much more than your powers, (Y/N). You’re magnificent, you’re amazing.” Charles wished he could reassure her and comfort her more, but his fucking legs couldn’t move. He shifted as best as he could, “Now why do you fear me?” He wondered.

(Y/N)’s heart was racing, she swore her heartbeat was louder than the heart monitor attached to Charles. “I- you don’t- why-” She ran her hand through her hair. “If I tell you, promise me this won’t change anything between us, okay? You’re all I have and I can’t lose you as a friend.” She spoke softly.

Charles nodded, “You could never lose me.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, wondering how to start. How does one even tell the person they love they fear them because of the hold they have on their heart? Charles managed to shove his way into her life and now she couldn’t picture her life without him in it. “I fear you because how easily you fit into my life,” She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, though she didn’t know why she was crying, shame maybe? “For a long time now it’s been just me, I had nobody, my parents didn’t want me, my landlord was looking for any reason to evict me, my co-workers were all selfish assholes, and I’ve been attacked countless times by men in the streets. I made sure no one could misuse my trust and I made sure no one could hurt me, but here you are,” She wiped a stray tear that ran down her cheek, “You pushed through the walls I’ve built and now I’m afraid to lose you.”

(Y/N) ran her hand through her hair again, she probably looked so pathetic to Charles.

“You could never look pathetic,” Charles reached his hand out to her which (Y/N) hesitantly took, “I know I said this wouldn’t change anything, but perhaps it can change just a little?”

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Perhaps once I get out of here we can go on a date?” Charles asked nervously, “You don’t have to agree, and we can continue like normal, but now that I know for sure that you harbor feelings towards me maybe we can-”

(Y/N) stood from her seat to press her lips to Charles’s cutting off his ramblings. She pulled away from the kiss and smiled, “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

Charles grinned, almost looking like his old cheeky self. He might have lost some things in Cuba, but he gained something too. He’d be damned if he let (Y/N) be taken away from him too. “I hope you know you’re stuck with me now.”

“I guess I can live with that,” (Y/N) laughed, “But promise me one thing okay?” At Charles nodded, (Y/N) continued, “Never tell anyone that I sang to you.”

Charles laughed despite her serious look, “I promise not to tell anyone.”

#Charles Xavier #charles xavier x reader #charles xavier x fem reader #x men x reader #X-men #x-men x reader #x-men x fem reader #mutant reader

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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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Tokyo Love Story (Part 2) Perishing Flower

The competition is starting to get pretty heated.

@rurifangirl tagging by request

Ruri Kazama broke eye contact with you and looked around, "Is Sakura-sensei not here?"

"How do you know Sakura is not here? Have we met? Maybe he's hiding among these people, but you didn't recognize him." Caesar sized up Ruri Kazama, straightening up and looking him up and down.

"I've never met Sakura-sensei, but I think he has the eyes of a lion." Ruri Kazama smiled.

"You'd better ask a lion if he agrees with your assessment." Caesar raised an eyebrow.

Ruri’s words reminded you of the moments in the elevator that took you to the basement of Genji Heavy Industries. Z’s fearsome jealousy had reminded you of a snarling lion. Just the idea of someone else touching you was enough for him to lose his patient aloofness. But you don’t remember seeing such a fortress-like possessiveness in Lu Mingfei.

"Are you looking for us or something?" Caesar asked.

"Something indeed, but, first, let's settle the grievance at hand." Ruri Kazama walked up to the angry woman and bowed deeply, "Please forgive me, but the life of an escort is not as you say. If we are really just dogs, then you who are accompanied by dogs should also feel degraded, right?"

"I.... I..." In front of this spring-like young man, she blushed rosy in embarrassment. Her stomach gurgled. She had not eaten since last night.

"It sounds like you are hungry. If you don't mind, I'll make you some food first. Let's talk about the apology afterwards, okay?"

"I'm so impressed! I've been to the bar where you appeared in Osaka! Can I have a card later?" The woman was flattered as he gently ushered her away.

Even though he wasn’t speaking to you or giving you any direct attention, his honeyed words to Caesar, his positive comments about Lu Mingfei, and his quiet but firm defense of Chu Zihang calmed your irritation and you felt your assessment of him increase significantly. Who wouldn’t appreciate a man who treated your found family with dignity?

Whale followed Ruri Kazama and the other lady to the kitchen and, just like that, the tension in the room melted away. People milled about and started talking, except for your four suitors who looked like they felt at a loss. The Takamagahara was supposed to be closing, but they didn’t want to leave you with the Titan of the Male Escort world. They want to at least keep up the appearance of competition even though they felt completely outmatched.

“You can put me down…” You tell Chu Zihang.

“Your wounds will show.” He murmured.

You turned to the four men and opened your mouth and, with great effort to use your broken voice, you squeaked. “Can I borrow someone’s jacket? I’m sorry to ask this.”

In a flash, all four of them rushed to you with their warm and inviting coats, holding them out with pleading eyes even though you sure you smelled like a sewer full of rotten fish.

In the end, you picked Chance’s puffy coat. You liked that he had the nerve to laugh in this situation when you came in. He never took the situation all that seriously. You valued a sense of humor in a moment like that. Chance looked genuinely surprised. A bright smile appears on his face.

You take the jacket and Chu Zihang sets you down and helps you into it. You grace them all with a smile, flinching at the disappointment and rivalry of the men around you. The emotions among the three whose jackets you snubbed were running high in the presence of Ruri Kazama and it was a little embarrassing. You hurry over to the Takamagahara’s fancy bar, where he was cooking breakfast for the woman who had assaulted Chu Zihang.

Ruri Kazama skillfully turned on the induction cooker and kettle and poured the milk and cocoa powder into the blender while frying the eggs. He found half of a fresh pine mushroom and two shiitake mushrooms in the fridge, diced them, and spread them on top of the eggs. The golden noodles were poured into a bowl. Ruri Kazama seasoned them with fish sauce and scallions. The pine mushroom omelette was spread on the noodles, and the hot cocoa was ready. Less than ten minutes later, breakfast was presented on a tray and brought to the lady.

"The ingredients are not quite complete, so please bear with me." Ruri Kazama said apologetically.

The lady took a bite of the omelette and her lip trembled. For a brief moment, you understand that deep down, she was so miserable and incredibly lonely, that she would spend thousands on her selfish desire for Chu Zihang, but would shed tears over a simple breakfast served up with a tender heart. You feel an uneasy movement in your chest. Why was he making you feel sorry for this woman when you wanted to kill her mercilessly just a few minutes ago?

Then you remembered the female deadpool, whose claw now hung on your belt. You felt something towards that mindless creature before you shot it. You huff, smiling dryly. You never thought of yourself as a sentimental person, but you weren't completely devoid of compassion. You felt sorry for that monster. Why not this one?

Ruri now approaches you, wiping his pale delicate hands with a warm, moist towel. In the morning light, the side of his face has a sparkling sheen of sweat. His skin seems to be as fine as rice paper.

“It is said that the flowers that bloom in Siberia are the most beautiful.” Ruri’s silken voice was very soft next to you, and the men gathered in the hall strained to hear what he was saying.

“They don’t last very long though.” Your words were also very quiet, but rough, like a scratched up vinyl record, as your voice was still paralyzed from fighting in the fire. Your tired, pessimistic response might have shocked those who could hear it, especially coming from a young beautiful girl. Such words are more appropriate for an old and weary woman. Ruri Kazama was supposed to be famous, but you didn’t know him. Without that clout of reputation, his line was cheap when placed against the background of your dark reality. And at this moment, you weren’t going to mince words with him. Tired and sore, you were at your most vulnerable but also at your most unforgiving.

Ruri, however, nodded once in confirmation, his voice lowered even more. “Indeed. Further… the line between full bloom and decay is impossible to see.”

Within your heart, something stirs again. It’s not love or compassion, but a deep ache, a sorrow that nestled there. It tightened like a string around your throat. You couldn’t deny the truth of these words. You were young, like a blooming flower, but death followed you so close it breathed down the back of your neck. Each day could be your last.

Ruri’s voice stayed gentle and kind. “But don’t be sad, Main Character. Now is your time to shine in the sun and dance with the other flowers. Look around you. The most handsome men in Tokyo are bowing at your feet. You have dined with the most powerful men of Japan. Do you know why?”

Even if you hadn’t lost your voice, you’re so choked up that you can only speak in a hoarse whisper. “Why?”

“Because it’s these small, ephemeral blooms that men will travel hundreds of thousands of miles to see… and it’s women like you, perishing flowers in full bloom, that men desire the most.” He then takes the bouquet of tulips from the bar counter and offers them to you.

Such poetry, wit, and charm were enough to make Caesar annoyed. Not only was there a super hybrid that surpassed him, but a male escort with more appeal than him! Ruri Kazama’s winsome words were affecting some of the men in the crowd who blinked, misty eyed, and turned away to pretend to wipe away a bit of dust.

You let out a soft sigh and look at the bouquet of tulips. They seemed to be bought from a convenience store. Chu Zihang was right. This wasn’t about physical beauty, popularity or riches. He could tempt you with a simple suit and cheap flowers because your heart stirred at his words. He pulled up the emotions from deep inside like a skilled fisherman. He was unlike the other men who were gaudy, energetic. With practiced ease, he opened your heart, no alcohol required.

You looked back up at him. He had a knowing look in his eyes. At that look, the sorrow faded and something else turned over in your soul, as though you were sitting at a card table and you flipped the cards over in a game of Blackjack! You take a breath and lift yourself up a little straighter. “Perishing flower? Do you think I’m perishing? Mr. Kazama, you are mistaken.”

A loud gasp rippled through the room. Had you met the night before the raid at Genji Heavy Industries, there was no doubt that you would have fallen sobbing into his arms and given him a star heart. You’re not sure where he got his information from. It would have been accurate. Yesterday, you were perishing. You were not only hunted by death, but you had been actively seeking it.

But that changed. You had to live. For Caesar, for Renata, for Z… for yourself. With your melancholic response, you’d baited him, even if it wasn’t intentional, into revealing that he was no Caesar Gattuso. His heart was like how your heart had been, seeing the decay even as he bloomed.

“If you’re seeking a star-heart from me, then it's too late. The Takamagahara is closed. However, you’ll have another opportunity tonight. I’ve not given anyone a star-heart ticket, so you’re still in the running.”

Ruri Kazama’s eyes fell, realizing that, like the suitors before him, he too had lost this round. His smile remained frozen on his face for a moment, but then he retracted his flower bouquet, silently accepting his loss.

As Ruri moved back around the bar, the entire room was stunned and frozen with shock. The large woman’s fork clattered to the plate and she stared open-mouthed at you. Never in six years had any woman refused Ruri Kazama! Quick to jump on an opportunity, the woman reached for Ruri as he passed. “It’s alright, Master Kazama. You don’t have to pay attention to …”

Ruri Kazama pressed a finger to her puffy lips and smiled. “If I won on the first day, it wouldn't be much of a show, would it?”

The woman nodded briefly, her eyes following him as he moved away. Then she glared at you and took another bite of her omelette, turning up her nose. “Hmph!”

Caesar's face was full of black lines, looking all the world like a jealous and protective older brother. Ruri approached him, humbly nodding his head.

"Having heard of the grace of three fellow masters, BasaraKing, Ukyo Tachibana and Sakura, and, with a desire in my heart to get to know the Main Character, I came here to invite you to watch my Kabuki performance tomorrow night." Ruri Kazama held the tulip bouquet in his hand to Caesar.

Caesar looked into the bouquet before taking it. From inside of it, he removed four envelopes. After examining them for a moment, his whole body tensed and he gave Ruri Kazama a sharp glare. Ruri Kazama leaned forward and whispered something in Caesar’s ear.

"I look forward to seeing all four of you at the show." Ruri Kazama raised his voice and bowed deeply in farewell. He turned toward the door as a black Rolls-Royce sedan gilded noiselessly up to the curb and the driver pulled the door open for him.

"There's a call for BasaraKing. It sounds like Sakura," Fujiwara Kansuke said, holding a cellphone.

You sit up straight abruptly and gasp at the pain that shoots through your back.

Caesar took the phone, "It's me. You're actually not dead?"

Chu Zihang lightly touched your shoulder. “Lu Mingfei is probably alright. Let’s go. I’ll prepare a bath and let you rest.”

In the elevator, Chu Zihang stood next to you. His pale face was turned technicolor by the gaudy lights of the car. “I really thought that you would accept the bouquet. You seemed to react to Ruri Kazama.”

“He’s something special, that’s for sure.” You pulled the jacket over your shoulder, feeling cold after coming in from the rain. “Were you moved by his words?”

“I was more moved by yours.”

You tilt your head up at Chu Zihang, smirking, “A… sou-ka?” was a phrase you’d heard frequently and picked up. “You’re not competing though.”

Chu Zihang had just put the fire under the big barrel and filled it when Caesar knocked. He stepped out of the room for a moment and shut the sliding door. They were speaking quietly to each other for a minute or so, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Chu Zihang moved back to the door but didn’t open it. “Lu M… I mean Sakura needs someone to pick him up. We’ll be back soon.”

“Stay out of trouble.” You slip out of your body suit as slowly and carefully as you can. Dry blood still fell from the skintight suit in chunks. Your soft, supple pale skin is contoured with years worth of cultivated muscle and scars, but your curves are still quite feminine. You were no wraithlike beauty. Your looks could be more comparable to a tigress. Your own smell hits as you sink into the warm water of the barrel, down to your neck. Before long, all the tension and pain in your body started to melt away and you sighed, your dark hair spreading into the water.

After about ten minutes, you hear a slow soft clap. You open your eyes. “Z… Hentai.”

“You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. I want to congratulate you on facing the Dragon of all Men and easily routing him. You are truly a dragon slayer.” You turn your head. He was leaning against the wall in a leather jacket and pants, looking like he had ridden in a motorcycle here. He picked up the Deadpool claw and was tapping it against his black serrated army knife and making kissing noises.

“You wanna explain why you almost got us all killed?” You ask, eyes narrowing.

“What are you talking about?” He lowered the knives to look at you directly.

“You know what I’m talking about! I came this close to dying!”

“I didn’t ‘almost get you killed’. Those things had to die, and I showed you how to kill them! And you had fun, didn’t you?”

You turn away from him and let out a breath, settling deep into the water. “Yeah. I have to admit, you got me good with that laser pointer strat. But we almost died, Z.”

Z strolled in front of you again, sheathing his weapon and tapping the deadpool claw in his palm. “Plus you came away with this lovely souvenir. You know these are the sort of things legendary weapons are made out of.” He holds up the claw to the light. “But this is just a raw bone… it’s a bit vulgar to just be carrying around something like this. I should dress up properly, for a lady such as yourself.”

“Z…” You sigh. “When are you going to let me know what’s going on?”

“That time is coming soon. Very soon. The Kabuki performance will explain a lot to you. So play close attention, girl. There will be a test later.” He sets the claw down on a table and picks up his cell phone.

"I can't even ask one question?"

"You can ask one." He was texting and not looking at you.

"What is your relationship with Lu Mingfei?"

He answered quickly, much to your surprise. "He's my older brother. He doesn't like me much, so don't tell him I talk to you." He put the cell phone in his pocket. “In the meantime, I have to warn you not to fall in love with Ruri Kazama.”

“It’s okay… I don’t think I can fall in love with anyone anyway.”

“Not even me?” He looked up, his yellow eyes widening.

You gather your knees to your chest. You grumble, your heart sinking when you remember your kiss with him in the elevator. “When I told you I thought I loved you, you mocked me. You said I didn’t know what love was. You don’t even believe in it.”

“I never said I didn’t believe in it. I said I was curious. Everyone our age gets curious, right?”

You looked up at him, searching his face with anxious confusion. He looked at you seriously, like he was annoyed about something. Your heartbeats faster under that golden gaze. Was he saying he did feel something for you? Or that he wanted to?

Z was quietly turning the claw in his hands while you watched him. “It’s tiring replaying the same old story. I think I’ll join the game.”

He set the claw down, having made a decision. He approached you. “Sleep well, you’ll need your strength tomorrow.” He leaned over and gave you a little kiss on the top of the head. He took a step out of your peripheral vision. When you looked to follow his movement, he had already vanished.

In the server room of the Takamagahara, the computer array controlling the game statistics for the MC Romance Competition lit up on its own. The machine beeped and made little scratching noises. The roster of contenders for the heart of the Main Character was edited to include one more space. Next to Ruri Kazama’s name and picture was another picture, but it was just a human shaped shadow. Underneath the shadow was a single letter.

#Dragon Raja

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obeyme-sinners · 4 years

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Love languages with the boys (pt 2)

A continuation of my last post because I’m still a late-night gremlin with no self control. In this part we got the four youngest!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Satan

Receiving

For this anger guy, his top love languages are quality time and words of affirmation. Words are, pretty obviously, very important to him and they do have an impact on him that goes further than just supplying him knowledge - they evoke emotion, and allow him an insight into the inner workings of your mind. Outside of that, he just likes... hanging out with you. Just sitting in the same room while you’re doing your own thing, keeping you just within his sight (or reach) while he reads or does his homework, or just sitting with you and watching some sort of crime documentary is enough for him.

Underneath his tops are acts of service and physical touch. Really, if you’re willing to help him with the responsibilities that he has (since y’know, he’s one of the few that actually seem to care about them) he would be deeply touched and thankful for the help, or even appreciating the fact that you even offered. And really, this guy just enjoys having you in his lap while he reads through his current books. He’ll read to you as well, if you ask. He might be a little annoyed if you fall asleep on him like that, but... if you’re really that relaxed by the sound of his voice, well, he can’t be too angry, can he?

His bottom is receiving gifts. Not that he doesn’t appreciate them, of course, but most of the gifts that people get him are books. And... really, have you seen his collection? Chances are that he’s already got it, unless it’s a super rare book/edition. And then he’ll definitely be ecstatic (though he’ll probably disappear for hours after that to read it)

Giving

Satan’s top love language is almost definitely words of affirmation, though it is quickly followed by acts of service. Really, he’s observant enough that the moment he notices that you need cheering up, he’ll lean over to whisper a little encouragement or an ‘I love you’ into your ear... though sometimes you’ll swear that he has some sort of spidey sense around your emotions. And if there’s something that he can do for you? He’ll find a way to slip it into his schedule as soon as he’s able, making sure that you’re not under too much stress.

After those two, his next languages are physical touch and time. Most of the time he’s content to let you be on your own while you’re around each other, but when he’s really feeling the need to shower you in his affection, your only seat is his lap. Anything else isn’t allowed, he’ll insist on pulling you close so that he can press his lips against the back of your neck and whisper little things to you like that.

Again, his bottom one is gifting. He’ll get you the occasional gift but they’re mostly going to be for holidays and other special occasion, though he’ll definitely lend you all sorts of books if he thinks you’ll be interested.

Asmodeus

Receiving

Honestly, what else could the top love language of the Avatar of Lust be? Of course it’s physical touch - but he loves it when it’s not sexual, as well. Just cuddling and feeling your body so close to his is bliss to him, and he will melt if you just stand with your arms around him when you’re out and about. It’s just so cute, and the affection you show him is something to die for, with how precious it is.

His middle languages are gifting, time, and acts of service. He loves getting things from you, whether it be skin care products, little knickknacks you found, or just something that made you think of him. He’ll be thrilled that he was on your mind while you were out. He also adores spending time with you, whether it be spent in bed together or painting your nails, or just talking and gossiping about school or other such things. He absolutely loves it. And really, if you’re considerate enough to take a little off his plate to give him some more time to perfect his look for the evening?? You have officially been placed at the top of Asmo’s ‘favorite people’ list for the night or for the rest of time

His lowest language is words of affirmation, though he definitely won’t turn away any compliments that you might throw in his direction... but really, he just thinks that there are other ways that you can show him how much you really care about him.

Giving

Ohhhh boy. This lusty boy loves giving you gifts. Like, he will go out and make sure that you have your own skincare regimen, a collection of bathbombs and whatever else he thinks you might need and/or want. He’ll buy you clothes, jewelry, makeup, accessories, and anything else he sees that fits your style.

His next two are, pretty obviously, physical touch and quality time. He just loves spending time with you, being able to have you close enough to touch so that he can get his hands on you. And really? As often as possible he’ll have his hands underneath your shirt, resting over your belly or wandering over the rest of your skin watch him, it may go a little farther than you want

His bottom two are words of affirmation and acts of service. Not that he means to be narcissistic, but... y’know. Old habits really die hard for him, and though he’ll do his best, for a little bit his compliments might seem a little backhanded and so he’ll just avoid it for the most part.

Beelzebub

Receiving

Honestly... really, the way to this guy’s heart is through a) his stomach and b) his siblings so his top two languages are gifts and quality time. He will always prefer people who will be willing to give him food, and even if what you’re giving him isn’t food he’ll love it. And the longer you spend around his brothers the more he’s going to like you if you actually get along with everybody. And when he gets to spend time with just you and him alone together? He finds himself thoroughly enjoying himself - he just wants some more time with you.

After his top two, he’ll definitely melt for words of affirmation and physical touch. He’s used to cuddling with Belphie, and when he can’t be with his twin he’s always in need for someone to be close to. And sometimes, you’ll have to reassure him that he’s perfectly alright, he won’t hurt you in any way, you trust and adore him and it’s alright.

His bottom language is acts of service. To him, there’s just... no need. He doesn’t have a lot to do anyway, he can handle any responsibilities he has, he just wants to hang out with you for a little longer.

Giving

His top languages are time and touch when he’s showing his care for someone. He just wants to spend as much time together as he can, when your presence seems to make him forget about his hunger a few moments at a time. The big guy really just adores holding you close as you watch something together, especially if you doze off in his arms. The feeling of trust that comes from that will just ruin him in the best way.

Below that, he does his best to do what he can for you - gifting you little baubles and treats that made him think of you, asking after any favors he could do for you to make sure that you’re doing alright. Especially if said favors have anything to do with hard work, he’ll be right by your side to make sure that you don’t overexert yourself.

With Beel, he’s a pretty quiet guy overall - his bottom love language to give is words of affirmation. When he does speak, it’s usually random moments of profound affection for him, mumbled into your shoulder or your hair when he’s feeling particularly happy and just wants to tell you how much he cares.

Belphegor

Receiving

Two words. Cuddle. Buddy. Seriously. He just wants to be held and be able to spend his days napping with you. His top languages of love are quality time and physical touch, obviously - the closer you are to him, the better. He’ll automatically pull you down on top of him if you happen to walk past him, it’s like some sort of trap that you spring every time. Good luck getting out of there, lmao.

Next two are words of affirmation and acts of service. He adores just hearing your voice, and sometimes making sure that you do actually care for him and you’re not just like... trying to appease him is good for him. And of course, he’s just constantly tired, in some way or another - your help with anything he might need to do is deeply appreciated, and he’ll definitely make a point to tell you later.

His bottom receiving language is gifting. Like, unless you find a really nice pillow that’s somehow better than his favorite cow pillow maybe it’s a bit easier for you since it’s you it’s probably just going to be added to the nest of pillows and blankets that he doesn’t use as much on his bed. No offense intended, he just... y’know. Doesn’t have much reason to carry around a different pillow than his old tried-and-true one.

Giving

Again, his top two is quality time and physical touch. He truly is the best cuddle buddy, he will make sure you’re both comfortable at least sometimes and then crash on you, arm around your waist and his face nestled against the back of your neck. That at least leaves you the freedom to mess around on your phone if you don’t want to nap just yet.

After those, his next two languages are acts of service and gifts. He actually rather enjoys getting you stuffed animals for you to cuddle when he can’t be there for whatever reason, and honestly he’s always a sucker for seeing the way your face lights up when you see whatever you’ve gotten him. You might end up with a growing collection of stuffed animals. And really, when he truly wants to make sure that you know he cares for you, he’ll at least check in one you and see if there’s anything that he can do for you. And once he’s done with whatever errand you may or may not have sent him out on, he’ll absolutely be dragging you to bed for a nap.

And at the bottom of his list is words of affirmation. Like his brother he’s pretty quiet, and a lot of his sweet talk is reserved for cuddles and quiet moments where he may or may not end up feeling a little overwhelmed with his affectionate feelings for you.

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now that I’ve had some time to reflect on Return of the Thief, I have some more thoughts that are... slightly more critical, in both the thinking-deeply and not-entirely-praiseworthy ways. I’m not going to tag this post because I don’t want to harsh anyone’s buzz, but I’ll just say return of the thief spoilers and rott spoilers right now, and hopefully the blacklist will catch those, and if not the rest of the post is going under a cut

okay so like first off, I want to say that I still think this was a very well-written book and it’s very satisfying from a character standpoint. there are so many great interactions, indications of growth, etc, and the layered writing of the first person POV is, as always, stunning. my main character complaint is not enough Costis and Kamet (or Costis/Kamet)--but even that, upon reflection, I think is colored slightly by my anticipation for a blatant Comet moment. When you’re waiting for a big payoff, and the story isn’t designed to have that, it’ll feel like a bit of a letdown. But from a different perspective, the ending of TaT can be a perfectly satisfying narrative ending, establishing that Costis and Kamet’s storylines are now thoroughly and primarily wrapped up in each other; their contributions to the wider plot from thereon out are mostly incidental, because sailing off to be together is their bigger ending.

side note: a character development I actually loved was us seeing Eugenides teetering dangerously close to a breaking point and being pulled back. I think...... from what I have seen of the fandom in general--bearing in mind I was never a part of Sounis and have dipped in and out of the discord without being majorly involved--based on my general impression of the tumblr fandom, I think there is a tendency among QT fans to let the Thief characterization of Gen affect our reading of him in later books. I think there’s sort of an assumption that he’s everybody’s favorite and that his choices are, by default, correct and sympathetic, even as the series progresses and he makes more, increasingly difficult and sometimes pragmatic or even cruel decisions. and I think RotT really, really challenges that kind of view. Eugenides is under immense strain in this book, and several times he lashes out in ways that are indefensible. Sometimes, even if he’s not being cruel to others, he’s being risky to the point of masochism, and the revelations about his backstory also suggest that quirky innocent Gen of The Thief is also not all he seemed to be.

and I think that was resolved in a very enjoyable and narratively satisfying way. The threats to the Braels had a real edge to them. God!Eugenides was terrifying, in a noticeable step up from the ways regular!Eugenides is terrifying, and it felt like payoff for the increasing role of the gods in Eugenides’s storyline up until now. And I really appreciated the subtleties of Sejanus saying that he won’t tell Eugenides the conspirators because it will damage him in the longrun, and the way Eugenides ultimately decides to forgive and trust Pheris and Sejanus anyway--those scenes, imo, were great followups to the scenes in QoA, KoA, and ACoK that discussed how rulers can maintain their moral center in difficult situations.

but... the Medes. plot-wise, I’m struggling with the conclusion to this storyline.

I made a different post already about What the Fuck is going on with the secretary of the archives, because it totally feels like shit is missing there, and to some extent I’m okay with that? it felt to me like a stylistic choice--like, Pheris the historian is writing specifically about the Mede invasion, so maybe the full story of Baron Orutus, and Relius, wasn’t actually resolved til years later and he thought it was an overlapping but ultimately separate story. fine. I actually did kind of like the parts where that was done more blatantly, like his comment that two of the queen’s attendants became famous later on for unrelated reasons. it helped with the framing of the story.

but I don’t feel that way about the Medes plot. For one thing, we’ve spent a couple of books now harping on the fact that Ghusnavidas (sp? I’m tired and my book is too far away to check, y’all know who I mean) is dying and that the primary threat is going to come from Nahuseresh’s brother, Naheelid. Costis made a point of saying last book that if the Little Peninsula could hold out for a year against Naheelid, not only would they win but the entire empire might be in danger of collapsing.

So... they spent ~a few months fighting a single army at a single battle site, with the Big Threat Guy not even present, and that’s it? everybody goes home and the Medes aren’t a threat anymore? it’s not even clear to me how many troops the Medes lost--their principal losses were in the form of Bu-seneth, Nahuseresh, and Baron Erondites, who, yeah, were key officers, but if the Medes lost, saying, 30% of their troops or less, what’s to stop Naheelid from hiring more soldiers and better officers and coming back in a year? it totally makes sense to me that an army that saw Eugenides call down lightning is willing to pack it up early, but inevitably that’s going to be dismissed as rumor and distortion so idk how it’s supposed to be a lasting deterrent. it may not be super realistic, because the downfall of empires takes time, but I think a bunch of us were expecting that the Mede Empire would, at the very least, but conclusively beaten by the end of the book, and I don’t think we got that.

Also, speaking of Big Bads: Nahuseresh. Oof.

I know part of the point of TaT was that Nahuseresh’s situation was becoming kind of sad and pathetic but... I think he went downhill too quickly in this book. and tbh I think part of it is the fact that we’re getting this from Pheris’s POV, and Pheris for one doesn’t have a whole lot of close contact with Nahuseresh in this book, and for another didn’t have any contact with him prior to this. His little “I will be king of Attolia!” outburst honestly made me cringe a little bit, and while I’m not entirely opposed to the idea of Nahuseresh being killed by an anonymous soldier--it has a very “reality ensues, war isn’t a series of epic meaningful confrontations” feel to it--I do object to the fact that Eugenides spent a significant amount of time in KoA and ACoK nursing a grudge against Nahuseresh and then barely got to do anything with it. and a lot of what he did get to do, the reader barely sees.

I think there were ways to make Nahuseresh’s actions in this novel a bit more satisfying without fundamentally changing them. for example, bringing in more commentary from people who knew him before. if there was a passage where Eugenides looked at Nahuseresh and realized that his beard was raggedy, and he looked thinner, and there was a manic light in his eye and he just seemed pretty pathetic and honestly more comical than the villain Gen’s been building up in his head for years--I think that would go a long way towards establishing tone. it would feel more like the anticlimax is intentional and be more about Eugenides’s own character growth, whereas now it just feel like... Pheris doesn’t have a whole lot of personal stake in this conflict even though the reader has been waiting for it for so long.

(although I do find it interesting on a narrative level in contrast with Sejanus, who seems disproportionately important in this book imo--from my perspective, the threat of Nahuseresh has been a constant behind-the-scenes presence for the last four books and Sejanus stopped being important after KoA. and I get why the opposite would be true for Pheris, but I still... want more.)

anyway, I just feel like the villains in this book are a little--warped, somehow. like the huge enormous threat of the series up until this point actually isn’t all that bad and can be wrapped up in relatively little time. it’s a weird sensation for me wherein I’m glad where everyone ended up and I enjoyed the experience of getting to that end, but like... it just feels a little off. slightly anticlimactic. I mean, for a lot of us this series is All About the characters and from that perspective I’m mostly satisfied, but I feel like in previous books the plot has come together SO well that my expectations were really high, and this resolution didn’t really meet them.

and damn does it feel strange to be writing this. feels like I just cobbled together a few of my hottest and most controversial takes and like I need to throw in about twenty more disclaimers about how much I love the books overall, but I’ll resist.

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