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madame-fear · 10 months

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Request Enemies to Lover Jaecarys Velaryon. Btw, can you make the reader is the youngest child of Viserys and Alicent?

So, When the reader and Jace still a kid. Jace always teasing the reader, so she hate him. And when Aegon, Luke, and Jace prank Aemond about "The Pink Dread" The reader is mad and punching Jace in the face. When at Driftmark, after the incident of Aemond lose his eye. Jaecarys give the reader a necklace.

When they grow up, they meet again (smut)

*ೃ༄ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘.ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks : i hope this is what you expected, nonnie !! apologies for my notorious beginner smut writing, and if it seems rushed. — summary : maybe you were never keen about the presence of Jacaerys Velaryon, especially due to the way both of you treated one another so badly, and he was involved with the removal of your brother’s eye. But things change when you both grow, and he returns to King’s Landing. — word count : 4.2k

— pairing : jacaerys velaryon x aunt!targaryen!reader — genre : enemies to lovers, smut

TW | incest, fingering, slight profanity.

The golden dragon hanging from the end of the necklace you usually kept safe on the nightstand next to your bed brightly shone along the flames of the lit candles in the grand library of King’s Landing, leisurely taking a stroll around with echoing footsteps before having, what you could call in a way or another, a family dinner.

The fingers of your free hand gently began twirling the necklace around the fingers you used to hold the locket, gazing down upon it curiously. You had never worn said necklace, and you were, strangely, beginning to doubt whether it would be a proper moment to finally give use to it, or not; as Princess Rhaenyra would return to King’s Landing with her children after years of having moved to Dragonstone.

The necklace was given by none other than Jacaerys Velaryon himself, Princess Rhaenyra’s eldest son, and your nephew. Despite being your nephew, ever since you had use of memory, your relationship wasn’t exactly the best. Ever since childhood, you were one another’s existing bane. Jace continously picked on you, teasing you, and annoying you in general for the mere satisfaction of seeing you get frustrated at him. And for his own fun, as well.

Fighting with Jacaerys as children had always been a constant trouble for both your parents. Arguing for little things, pushing each other, having him ocasionally pull your hair to bother, sticking your tongue out to one another, and even, when your older brother Aemond was teased with The Pink Dread for not having his very own dragon yet, you went as far as using your own physical strength to punch Jacaerys in the face in front of your siblings.

After such event, and being badly scolded by your parents for the fight even if your mother thought you did the right thing, things had never gotten any better. The already tense relationship between the two of you had seemed to worsen when Lucerys took Aemond’s eye after claiming Vhagar. It seemed to have worsened the relationship in the entirety of the family, forcing Rhaenyra to move to Dragonstone.

But before they officially left King’s Landing, you were gifted a golden necklace with the figure of a dragon hanging from the end by Jacaerys. Noticing how you were disheartened by the way your brother Aemond brutally lost his eye and you spent the entirety of the time after the fight that lead to the incident trying to comfort him, part of him felt a certain hint of guilt by simply observing how much of a genuinely concerned, and loving sister you were even if Aemond deserved to lose his eye.

Reluctantly, even if the slight thought of forgiving him and/or his brother for what they did to your brother never crossed through your mind, you accepted his gift merely out of politeness; quietly thanking him afterwards with a disdainful expression on your face. And Jace wasn’t expecting any less, but that was the first time that he understood how you felt with a slight compassion, knowing you didn’t have anything to do with the irresponsible actions of your siblings, and you were much calm and tender than they would ever be.

Though, none of you had spoken to each other after that to keep contact. Not even through raven letters, and neither you had worn the necklace Jace gifted you because of what it represented to you, and the appalling memories that came with it. But, for the first time after quite some years, you supposed it would be proper to wear the locket as they would arrive back to the Keep for a few days. Not because Jacaerys had given it to you, simply because you were filled with the pride of how dragons carried the legacy of your House.

With a bit of an abrupt movement, your stroll stopped; lifting your gaze from the necklace twirled around your fingers, observing the bookshelves to scan for your favourite book. The moment you found it with your stare, an exhaled huff escaped harshly from you, not recalling to have placed it in a bookshelf you obviously weren’t able to reach due to your height.

A faint jingling sound was made as you continued to firmly, yet carefully hold the necklace while you began to clumsily tiptoe. You extended your hand as high as you could reach, trying to at least get the book drop to the floor and have the opportunity of taking it in your hands. Several frustrated huffs were heard rolling off from your nostrils, barely grasping the book with the tip of your fingers.

You never realised you weren’t the only one passing through the library, until another hand appeared by your side, and took the book you were continously trying to reach with no success at all, lowering it to you. As you turned around to see who had been the one to help you reach your book, you encountered yourself with Jacaerys, much to your surprise. You had expected him and the rest of his family to arrive a bit later. You wished you could deny the fact that, he had grown up and matured for the better good.

“Nephew. I had expected to see you later, in the evening.” with a gentle movement, you took the book from him as he offered it to you. His arm then returned to hide behind his back, along his other arm. The same way you thought he seemed much beautifully matured, he thought you were absolutely endearing. A true Valyrian delicacy. “And so did we, but we arrived earlier, and decided to revisit King’s Landing after many years before the evening dinner.” he retorted.

The prince’s coffee coloured gaze towards your own seemed fiery. The atmosphere was tense, but strangely enough it was not a spiteful tension. His eyes moved from your own, to your other free hand, holding the necklace he had gifted you as a young boy. Tilting his head a bit, a brief jeering grin formed upon his plushy rosy lips. “Delightful to see you once again after many years, aunt. And even more delightful, is to see you holding the necklace I gifted you.” as much as he himself wasn’t pleased to admit it, such gift was a way of apologising for the incident with your brother’s eye, having noticed how you grieved the moment along Aemond, comforting him every second of it. Discreetly you nibbled on your lower lip, holding tight the book against your chest and fixed your stare on the necklace.

You might have forgotten to actually use it on you. But you were caught off guard, having assumed they would arrive for dinner. “Don’t feel too cocky. I was simply going to wear it tonight out of politeness for you, and because dragons greatly represent our legacy as House Targaryen.” he gawked upon you, seemingly scanning every inch of you as you spoke. Throughout the years after the eye incident, he had assumed you certainly looked more graceful than ever, and he wasn’t wrong in the slightest bit. “I see.” was all he said. His arms remained behind of him, sneering at you. “May I have the honours of helping you put the necklace on, aunt?” though his inquiry seemed oddly suspicious to you, you slowly nodded, extending your arm, and passing the necklace to his hand. “You may.”

Jacaerys swiftly took the necklace from your hand, approaching you with quiet footsteps to stand behind of you. The Prince, with a gentle movement of his fingers removed part of your hair that covered the back of your neck, tossing it to one side. The vainilla scent that you carried was charmingly intoxicating his nostrils, it made him feel dumbfounded. And most certainly, it was a scent that Jace would never get off his mind.

Jace brought the necklace around your neck, fastening it securely. He then took the pendant and delicately placed it in the center of your chest, adjusting it until it hung perfectly. The golden dragon shape brightly shone, hanging near your cleavage. Once he was done, he stepped to your side, admiring the way the necklace highlighted your beauteous features. It was the first time he ever saw that necklace on you, and the sight wasn’t disappointing at all.

“You look very beautiful. The dragon pendant highlights your beauty, aunt.” his fingers glided the necklace, until it slowly reached the dragon near your cleavage and lifted it slightly with his index finger to observe more carefully. His compliment, as much as it was a mere teasing provocation to watch your cheeks become flustered, there was no lie in it.

Curiously, you raised your eyebrow, feeling how a crimson tint slowly crept on your face at his compliment. It was a strange behaviour, keeping in mind how you were his existing bane, and you were his. It had always been that way, but not anymore, it seemed. “I would expect you to say I look like a jester, but I will accept that kind compliment.” a sneer escaped from his lips at your remark. You were right, a few years earlier he would have refered to you as some sort of jester to merely annoy you, but Jacaerys had no more need of provoking a frustrated reaction out of you.

“You don’t look bad yourself, nephew. But may I ask, what changed?” jacaerys discreetly leaned closer to you as you spoke, in a way that you could even feel the warmth irradiating from his body. Ever since the incident with your brother’s eye and the necklace he had gifted you as some sort of apology, deep inside of him quite some things changed. The point of view Jace had on you was now different; you weren’t your brothers, you were a much sweeter soul even if both of you spend your entire childhood together fighting with one another, and he had realised that the momebt he moved to Dragonstone.

A brief moment of silence loomed over you awkwardly. A sigh escaped from him before answering, feeling a bit flustered himself, especially noticing the way you gawked on him. “After the incident with your brother’s eye, I realised how different you were from the rest of your siblings. You were much sweeter and calmer, even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself at that moment.” a little grin danced at the corner of your lips upon hearing his words. He had indeed changed in every sense, even if you were still reluctant of 'befriending' him. More mature. “I never wanted to send a raven letter because I felt too embarrassed, supposing you would probably ignore them. But after that moment, you always lurked on my thoughts, imagining how gracefully you must’ve grown. And I wasn’t wrong.”

Tenderly as he spoke, your footsteps brought you closer to him, placing a warm hand on his arm. You knew the previous flustered glint on your cheeks had simply grown to become even more notorious, especially after his statements, but there was no shame in hiding it anymore. You remembered how upset you were as you stood by Aemond’s side to overwhelm him with sisterly comfort, rather than focusing on the Velaryon boys to try and physically fight with them in defense of your brother. You remembered exactly how you supported your brother’s statement that, Vhagar had chosen her new rider and Aemond had all the rights to claim her. But, there was something different in having him gifting you something before moving to Dragonstone after the chaos provoked on your families due to the loss of Aemond’s eye.

Even if you never supported what they did to your brother, you understood why they both defended themselves the way they did. And Jace had no particular fault in the moment.

At the feeling of your touch, his body stiffened. The way his heart beat felt fiercely accelerated, as if it could come out of his chest at any given moment. Briefly, he lowered his gaze to your hand on his arm, but returned his coffee eyes back to your own as your other hand was placed on his cheek comfortingly. “And I couldn’t agree with you any more, Jacaerys. After your gift, I couldn’t help but wonder how you must’ve looked all grown, and today I was particularly keen in meeting you again.” the tension lurked between the two of you, as if there was something much more than an aunt re-encountering herself with her nephew, whom was her childhood enemy and were always involved in fights with one another.

This time, it was him who was victim of a notorious fluster spreading across his cheeks. The warmth of your hand could make him melt right under you, and even softly released from his lips a trembling, quiet sigh. It was hard to control himself in front of you. So hard. Jace had never thought that the idea of needing you in every possible sense would ever reach him. He would’ve preferred to despise you like he always did, but this time he had to fight the urge of lowering his face, and kissing your beauteous lips.

Timidly, his hands were placed on your waist, holding a firm grip on them as he pressed your body against his. Jace was a bit dumbfounded at the idea of you seemingly genuinely being eager in meeting him again after the first time in many years — and even wearing the necklace he gifted you! It was like a dream, almost. “(y/n)...” your name slipped from his lips mindlessly as the tip of your thumb tenderly caressed his soft, pale skin in a continous movement. Your hearbeat mimicked his own, unbeknownst to Jace. The nerves overwhelmed you greatly, causing for your hand to slightly tremble.

His lips were partly open unconsciously. You needed him, like he needed you. Tiptoeing, you allowed your deepest, well-hidden desires come out to light for once and for all. For a moment, your lips insecurely grasped against his own, but it was already too late. Fluttering your eyes shut, your lips took his own with a smooth movement to drown yourselves into a shyly needy kiss. It was the first time you had ever kissed a boy, but for Jacaerys it already seemed like you had proper experience.

Both of you moved your faces and your lips just enough to properly kiss, and feel the depth of your feelings. The hand that caressed his cheek swiftly moved to the back of his head, interwining your fingers around the brunette strands of his hair, as the other hand gripped his arm nearly with your nails. A fiery heat sensation escaped from your bodies, as the eldest Velaryon tightened his grip on your waist, trying to pull you as close to him as he could.

Each other’s breathing sent ticklish sensations against your skins, giving slight shivers. His hands slowly descended to your hips, warmly caressing them. None of you could hide what you had felt for a long time, not having been able to express it after the incident with your brother’s eye. A quiet plea escaped from you in between the fervent kisses upon feeling his hand teasingly rubbing itself around your hips.

“Nyke dōrī ēdan lust tolī ao, sodjisto. Yn nyke gaomagon sir.” (I had never felt lust after you, aunt. But I do now.) he softly whispered in High Valyrian, grasping his lips against your very own to tease you, before he gave into the sweet taste of your mouth again. His grip tightened, both of his hands swiftly descending to the underpart of your bottom. Quietly, you gasped. “Urnēptre ziry naejot nyke.” (Show it to me.) you retorted confidently with a growing grin at the corner of your lips, pulling apart softly to stare into his eyes.

Those words were all he needed to hear to interwine both of his hands under your backside with a strong grip, and lift you from the floor, nearly tossing you to over his shoulder as if you weighted less than a feather. Carrying you and walking some short steps, he placed you on the nearest table the library had; being a rather large, wooden table enough for you to sit on it.

“You asked for it.” the prince growled under his breath quietly, leaning his face closer to your neck, until the point that his soft breathing and the feeling of his plushy lips tickled your skin tenderly. Not that he planned to do much to you as you were in a public place, and you risked the fact that you might get seen by someone who passed by. But, he did intend on leaving a good, pleasing memory scarred across your mind. With gentle pecks across your neck near your jawline, his hands travelled across your legs. His fingertips glided on the silky texture of your dress in a leisure manner, appreceating every second of the moment.

You briefly leaned your head back, allowing him more access to your skin, much to his delight. The soft pecks turned into slight nibbling, using his teeth to try and mark your neck. And, how sweetly you tasted. Every bite, every kiss, and every touch he gave you, only increased Jace’s craving for the entirety of your being. How could have he hated and teased you once?

A little drowned pant escaped from your lips, feeling how your underwear grew wet from the stimulation he was giving you. His fingers slipped inside your dress, gently lifting it to your knees, continuing to feel every inch of your delicate skin as he approached your thighs. Your legs trembled, as if they screamed to feel more of him. His fingers were wrapped around the waistband of your underwear, slowly beginning to slide them down through your legs to tease you. The quiet panting and the lipbiting that came from you was more than obvious that you were more than needy. And so was he, but he knew how to keep it perfectly hidden.

As he removed your underwear, his fingertips went back to your thigs, sneakily making their way to your crotch. A quivering sigh was abruptly exhaled from you, trying to move your pelvis closer to his fingers and accelerate the process. A little smirk was drawn to the corner of his lips. “So fucking needy, aren’t you?” jace teased, staring into your eyes for a brief moment, but they were closed shut. No word was able to escape from your lips, all the words you tried to stutter were trapped in your throat, drowning with some retained moans.

Continuing to stare at you, his fingertips moved across your slit in a slow manner, rubbing it gently. The moistness from your core made his fingers wet, being pleased from the reaction Jace got coming from you. A huffed pant escaped violently from your lips at the warm contact of his fingers being rubbed across your delicate, moistened folds. “Jace... Fuck,” you cursed lowly, unconsciously spreading your legs wider to give him more access. “Q-Quit teasing. I-I need you...” as much as you weren’t the type to plea, or beg, you didn’t have time to take risks. You knew your brother, any other one of your siblings, or even a passing maiden could spot the two of you. Not only you weren’t exactly keen in anyone catching Jace fingering you, but as well you could feel your core aching and throbbing for him. Painfully hot, and dreadful.

Gods, he wished he could keep teasing you eternally. It was so sweet to observe every nuance in your facial expressions upon the contact of his fingers caressing your pussy; unfortunately, much like you, he felt the burning desire of feeling the warmth and tightness of your inner walls around his fingers... For now, he would use his fingers. As long as you both are in a public space of the Keep. “As you wish, my princess.” he retorted in a teasing manner, placing his other hand tightly on one of your thighs to keep it well spread, and abruptly entering two of his fingers inside of you. Jace noticed how you clenched your jaw as to drown any type of loud moan that could escape from your graceful lips.

Jacaerys moved his fingers inside of you in a gentle, yet fervid manner; enough to please you. A slight bulge felt tightened on his pants at all the continous overstimulation from your quivering moans, trembling legs, pleased expressions, wetness, and most importantly, the way your inner walls felt too comforting around his fingers for him to want to take them off from you. “Moan for me.” a sudden heat overwhelmed your chest at his comand, his movements with his fingers becoming a bit rougher as he continously made in-and-out movements, occasionally wiggling them inside of you. All the while, his lips returned to send you shivers down your spine with the way he kissed, and nibbled in your soft spots. It was enough to make you wetter, and he adored it.

Upon his words, you felt more vulnerable. As if the all the effort you put into being quiet vanished away from you, being weaker. Your clenched jaw loosened slightly, allowing your lips to be partly open, releasing all the pleading sounds you were containing for him. “J-Jace, please... Don’t stop.” you were never supposed to be in this situation, and you would have never imagined you’d find yourself in it. Part of you felt guilt when your subconscious reminded you how Jacaerys was involved in the incident of Aemond’s eye, but another part of you... Understood his motives. Jace felt too good, and his nature had changed to a more polite, soft one, even if he could be a sexually fiery dragon.

“And I don’t plan to.” he responded, placing kisses around your jawline. His breath mimicked your own, being sharpened from the stimulation. He was more than keen in meeting you in your quarters after dinner, where you both would be alone by yourselves, and you wouldn’t have to contain the craving you had for one another’s bodies.

After his movements have leisurely intensified, you felt as if an inner type of hot electricity waved on your inside; going from tightening your chest, to forming a little knot on your stomach. You knew that, due to all the stimulation, you would be about to come right on his fingers. Jace knew already, as he could hear the way you were loudly groaning in pleasure out for his name, and besides, you were tight and moist enough to reach your orgasm. “Come for me, issa dōna rūklon.” his lips ascended softly from your jawline to your ear, nibbling provokingly on your earlobe, making his movements with his fingers faster, and even taking the time to softly caress your inside as his others fingers rubbed sloppily your moist folds.

Arching your back towards him and wrapping your arms around his torso, using your nails to dig into his back, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. The throbbing ache of needing him inside of you had been relieved, releasing a scream of pleasure as you violently discharged your slick into his fingers. His breath was violently hitched, as his heart was loudly pounding against his chest from the adrenaline that giving you pleasure brought him. And there was too much to come now that you both knew you were free to discover what intimacy felt like with one another.

Panting, you rested your face in the crooked of your neck as you felt how you were still in the high of having released your coming. Your nails weren’t digging into his back anymore, now you were slightly hugging him, dumbfoundedly smiling to yourself, as Jace slowly removed your fingers from your inside, still containing your slick in them as if they were some sort of thropy. “I... Enjoyed that, Jacaerys.” you mumbled, noticing how you felt slightly flustered at your own words, fluttering your eyes shut and giving into the warm feeling of his embrace. You could nearly fall asleep there.

Sweetly, Jace placed a kiss on top of your head, beginning to caress with his fingers some strands of your hair. His heart felt as if there were butterflies fluttering around it just for you, riding still the high from the satisfaction of knowing you had a pleasing moment with him. “And so did I, (y/n).” he retorted quietly, allowing you to remain with your face buried on the crook of his neck, and briefly rest there until your legs stopped trembling.

Placing his chin on top of your head, he stared off at the distance as his fingers continued to play around with your silky hair. Your scent was beautiful, and truly graceful. Made him feel more at ease. Jacaerys knew, that your siblings wouldn’t be exactly eager in having him as your courter, but it didn’t matter to him. He would do anything to keep offering you any type of love, or pleasure that you needed and most certainly deserved.

“I enjoyed it, my love. But for now, we should keep our little intimacy as a secret; I am not done with you, yet.”

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Swan Lake

Noah x ballerina reader

I will never forget the way I was feeling at that stage in front of all those people. My parents and siblings in first row, watching me with eyes full of tears and pride. I got the lead role in Swan Lake at the age of 16 which was seen as big accomplishment in ballet world. In that moment I felt happy, proud of myself and stronger than ever. But that didn’t last long.

Just a seconds after the big red curtain was closed and me and other dancers went in the direction of our changing room, I heard my name being called. Screamed, actually.

I turned around to see our trainer speed walking to me. I quickly went over the whole play in my head. What did I do wrong? I couldn’t think of anything, I felt good. She found million reasons to tell me I was a bad choice for playing the lead role, that I’m too fat and I won’t play on the next date.

That was it. That night I told my parents I’m done with ballet and I’m quitting immediately. My mother was ballet dancer too, we talked a lot about how hard it was for me lately, so she agreed with my decision and went to talk to my trainer. I packed my things and never saw that woman again. That felt like a big rock fell off my shoulders. That was 10 years ago.

“What are you thinking about?” Noah asked, his hand gently placed on my thigh as we were driving to my family home for Saturday lunch with my family.

“It’s 10 years anniversary of me ending my ballet career. I was thinking about it a lot recently.”

“Thinking about as?” he waited for my response as he didn’t really understand how I feel about it.

“As I miss it, I guess. I was thinking about talking with my mom about it today. Also I looked up some ballet classes in our area. But I don’t know, it was just a silly idea.” I shrugged it off.

I never really talked with Noah about my ballet career. I told him I did ballet for 14 years and quit for mental health issues. I mean, it’s very much known how the ballet industry works, so he understood. I have very mixed feelings about getting back into it at my age, so I haven’t told anyone yet.

I tried to stay healthy and fit, I sometimes go to open dance classes and sometimes I try some ballet steps. I still got it. I am a lucky one, I still have good stretches and I learn steps quickly. I just got bored of doing it only in our living room.

“Really? That’s not a silly idea, it’s actually a really cool idea. Did you find any good places?” I was surprised with Noah’s excitement. He is very supportive of everything I do, but I guess I expected different reaction.

“I like two ballet studios. They have some good teachers and also open classes, just for hobby attendance. One is on Mondays and the other one is on Thursdays, so I can try both and then see which one I like more.”

“Are you signed up already?”

“No, I am not sure Noah. It brings up lot of bad memories, 10 years ago it got me into a really bad place and I’m scared it’s going to be the same this time.” I felt tears coming as I thought of little 13 years old me crying through the whole night, because I was told I’m fat for ballet. That I’m not good enough. That I’m too tall to be a ballerina. That my skin is too pale. That I got in just because of my mother. That I’m never going to make it.

Those memories make me feel little and so vulnerable.

“I’m sure it will be great honey. If you miss it, then you should try it. But it’s your decision, okay? I don’t want to push you into anything. Take your time to think about it, talk with your mom and you will see what’s her opinion on this, right?” he brought his hand that was holding mine in it to his lips and placed small kisses against my palm.

“Thank you.” I shot him a smile which he gladly returned.

I loved days like today, spending time with my family. All of them love Noah, so after we have lunch, we are usually both separated and have conversation with someone else. Firstly, I talked to my siblings about college and their new internships, while Noah talked with my dad about new music and their upcoming Europe tour. My dad absolutely loves Bad omens and I am sure he is their biggest fan. When my family visits for shows, he never wants to be in the backstage, watching the show from safe space. He always goes in the crowd, which makes my mum crazy scared every single time.

I used this as a chance to talk to mom about the ballet thing that was going around in my head.

“Mom do you mind coming with me outside for a minute?”

“Of course darling.”

We took our coffees with us as we made our way to the garden and sit on the big couch that my parents had there for my whole life. That thing is going to outlive all of us.

“What is it darling?”

“What do you mean?” I tried to hide my worries, but my mom knows me too well.

“I know when my baby is worried about something. What is it? Is it Noah? Are you sad he’s going to leave for tour soon?”

“Oh no, well, yes that too, but it’s not the first time, that will be okay. It’s something I wanted to talk about especially with you.” I played with the cup in my hands and avoided the topic as long as I could.

“Come on hon, spit it out.”

“I was thinking about getting back into ballet.” I said and kept my eyes low, focused on the green grass. I looked up just because my mom wasn’t saying anything. “What? Are you going to say something? I don’t know what this face means.” I was honestly so confused with the way her face was looking at me. Was she happy about? Sad? I couldn’t tell.

“Well, I was expecting this much sooner than now.”

“What?”

“I always thought you will want to get back to it at some point in your life hon. You loved it. Aside from those ugly things, you loved ballet. I was so angry at that woman who ruined for you.”

“Why did you never say anything?” I was so confused. She was waiting for this for years and never talked about it with me?

“Because it’s your decision, not mine. I didn’t want you to think I was disappointed with you or pushing you back into it. Did you think of where would you start with classes? And would you want to take part in plays again?” She was right. It is just mine decision and with everything she saw me go through I understand she was worried.

“I found two studios near our home that look good. They have weekly open classes that I was thinking about. But I wanted to talk with you first about it.”

Then we fell into long dialogue about everything connected with be going back into ballet. My mom gave me a courage to at least try it. She said my eyes lit up when I talked about the good memories I had from my child age. She also told me that I am more mature than I was back then and even if I don’t think I can handle it, I can. And she was right.

I’m a grown woman now, I can handle myself and protect myself. It’s also just open class for everyone who wants to try ballet, there will be no judgement.

“I’m going to try it.” We left my parents house later than expected, so it was dark outside when we were driving back.

“The open classes? Did you talk with your mom about it?”

“Yes and she said I should give it a chance. So I guess I won’t be home on Monday evening.”

“Can I go watch you?” Noah asked.

“What?” I returned him a question, not knowing what he meant.

“I mean I never saw you do your ballet thing and you will be wearing those ballet outfits and I’m sure that will be hot.” He said as if it was obvious fact that I should’ve known.

“You’re not being serious right now, are you?” I tried to hold my laugh in at his innocent clueless face.

“Well I’m not, but I would really like to see your little ballet outfit for sure.” He turned his face to you so you could see his smirk.

“Sure, watch the road you perv.”

It had already been a month since I started going to open classes in the studio I chose after the first week. I chose the one closer to our home, their dance rooms were bigger and more modern and our teacher was a lovely girl, possibly my age.

And it felt amazing. It felt like I was alive again. Don’t get me wrong I loved my life with Noah, my work and everything, but this felt like the missing piece.

While I was changing into my clothes after today’s class, our teacher Molly came to talk to me.

“Listen Y/N, I know you said you have bad experience and memories with professional ballet, but we have few spots open in our semi professional group and I thought you’d be great candidate. I see you’re learning faster than anyone in your class and I’m scared you would get bored after a while. There will be auditions, but I can get a word in for you and see if you could skip them. Just think about it and let me know as soon as you decide please.”

That night I came running home to share that news with Noah.

“WHERE ARE YOU?” I screamed just seconds after I opened the door.

“Studio.”

When I opened the door Noah turned in his chair to face me.

“Did I do something?” he looked scared.

“What?”

“Why are you screaming and running, I’m scared I did something.” You let out a chuckle at his words.

“No, but I got news. Great news.”

“Let me hear them.” I walked over to him and sat in his lap.

“I just got offered a place in semi professional group at the studio. Without auditions, Molly wants me there.”

“Honey that’s great news! That’s amazing news!” he stood up with me in his arms and spined us around.

“So you think I should accept that offer?”

“You haven’t already?”

“No, I wanted to think about it.”

“Judging by your reaction, there’s nothing to think about.” He smiled into our kiss.

“I guess I’m back on track then.” I kissed him back.

Long story short, I accepted Molly’s offer and started with my new group. I had classes 4 times a week, which was bit hard to get used to, but after while it was okay.

Noah left for tour, so at least I got something to do with my free time.

Noah leaving was also good for another reason. There is time difference between us, so we usually text each other or have short calls, so my worries are easy to hide.

Last week Molly told us that our group will be playing Swan Lake few months from now on, which brought back some memories. Semi professional groups still play in midsized theatre, I joined them when there wasn’t any, so I expected some play to come soon, but not this one.

I had mixed feelings about it, thinking if I want to play or if I just pass this one. Applications are closing in three days and I still haven’t applied for any role, which was weird for Molly.

She asked me about it after last class, so I told her about my ballet history, how Swan Lake basically ruined it for me. Molly is very positive person, so she told me something that got stuck in my head. She said I could take it as an opportunity and change Swan Lake from something bad to something really good in my life.

Truth is, I am thinking about applying for Odette/Odile, but I haven’t told anyone yet.

“Okay that’s enough love, what is going on?” Noah asked through the phone and I saw his forehead wrinkles were making his worried face. It’s scary how well he knows me, but with tomorrow being the last day for applications I needed to tell him.

“Our group is going to play Swan Lake in a few months and I don’t know if I should apply or not. It’s the play that made me quit.”

“Looks like it’s your second chance to make the best out of it. Listen, you were worried about even getting into ballet again and look at you now! I know you’re worried now, but wouldn’t you regret not even trying it?” I felt like I was on the phone with Molly right now.

“I know, I was thinking about applying for the lead role, I did it back then too. But maybe I should do other role?”

“Oh no love, if anyone is supposed to be the lead role in this play, it’s you.”

“You have to say this, you’re my boyfriend Noah.”

“Well wouldn’t you be the same if I was in your position? That’s what you do for your partner. You know how many songs would be forgotten and never released if you didn’t support me? There is lot of them I thought weren’t good enough, but you made me finish them. I may don’t understand ballet, but I understand you and I know you would regret not applying. So you get your ass up right now and fill what ever you need to fill and send it to Molly or I’m going to do it.”

And he was right, I would regret it. But I still couldn’t believe myself when I saw ‘send’ on my screen after I applied for Odette/Odile.

Molly informed me that me and 5 other girls applied for the same role, so there will be two rounds of auditions, first one starting on Monday, which gives me 6 days to prepare for it. Noah is also coming back home on Monday, so I’m happy I will share the outcome with him. Either we will celebrate or he will make me his comfort food and I’m happy with both options.

I spend the last 6 days going over the choreography for the first round of auditions. Everyday after work I went straight home and practiced. Last night I didn’t get a chance to talk with Noah, because he was already on his way back to the states. I at least talked to my mom this morning.

“Y/N you’re next.” I heard Molly from the ballet room.

“I’m homeee.” I heard Noahs voice that I missed so much. I left the pans on low heat and left kitchen to meet Noah in the living room.

I didn’t waste any time and went straight in for a kiss.

“Missed me much?” he managed to say between our kisses.

“Very much.” I looked at his face, tired face, and held it in my hands “Hi love.”

“Hi.” He leaned his forehead against mine as we enjoyed bit of silence and each other’s presence after month and two weeks apart.

“How was the flight?” I broke the silence, took his hand and led him into our kitchen to finish dinner.

“It was okay. I slept most of the time, but I’m still very tired. And I need a shower.”

“You can go take a shower now, it will take few more minutes until it’s done.” I pointed to the food.

“Okay.” Noah got up, left kiss on my nose and went to get shower. That’s what I thought at least. On his way to our bathroom, he realized I didn’t tell him about the audition.

“Y/N? Wasn’t the audition today?” it was, but I wanted to tell him about the result over dinner.

“It was, but I wanted to tell you later.” I tried to hide the smile on my face.

“You got through to the second audition, didn’t you?” he caught your smile and immediately knew the answer. “I guess we can celebrate right now in the shower huh? Are you going to join me?”

“So girls, I want to thank you for participating in this audition. It was hard to decide, but in the end, we agreed on one name. And it’s you, Y/N. We were amazed by your performance and we feel like your experience with this play could help us to make the best of it. Congratulations!” Molly gave me a hug and whispered in my ear that she knew it was going to be me from the beginning.

Noah and my mom said the same. My mom made sure she put date of the premiere in hers and dad’s calendar so they wouldn’t miss it. Noah also made sure to clear that day months in advance and welcomed me home with a flower and dinner as a celebration.

Breathe in, breathe out. And repeat. I stood in backstage already in my costume. I saw Noah and my parents in the first row as the rest of the room filled with strangers. Strangers that are going to be watching me in a few minutes.

“Are you ready Y/N? How are you feeling?” I felt Molly’s hand on my shoulder.

“I’m nervous, but also excited. I haven’t preformed for over decade, so I hope I don’t panic.”

“You’ll be great. We did lot of work, all of you will do great tonight.”

She then went to talk to other girls and I felt my phone buzz in my hand. It was Noah.

“Don’t be nervous, we’re very excited to see you shine tonight. You’ll kill it babe, I love you.” Oh my sweet Noah. Supportive as always.

I stood still in my pose as the curtain was closing. I let out a big breath I didn’t even realised I was holding in when the curtain was fully closed. I turned around to see my friends and in that moment we realized we just finished our premiere of the Swan Lake. And it was perfect. We did group hug, with Molly joining us. It was completely different than 10 years ago. This night was full of support and love.

I went to change into my normal clothes and then to meet Noah and my parents.

My dad and Noah both had bouquets in their hands and my mom had tears in her eyes. She was also the first one to pull me into a hug.

“I’m so proud of you Y/N, you can’t even imagine. You grew up into a beautiful woman and you just showed me how strong you are.”

“Thank you, mom, I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Then it was my dad who pulled me into strong hug. My dad didn’t show emotions a lot, so I appreciated him coming tonight.

I really wanted to literally jump into Noah’s arms, but I kept calm in front of my parents. They said their goodbyes and left, because they have long road ahead of them.

As soon as they left the parking lot I turned to Noah and attacked him with hugs and kisses.

“Slow down baby, let me congratulate you and give you this beautiful flower.” It really was beautiful bouquet. Noah always got me beautiful flowers.

“How was it? Did you like it?” I was interested in Noah’s opinion, because it was his first ballet play he saw.

“It was beautiful! You were amazing! I know you can stretch your legs right, but I didn’t know you can stretch them like this.” I didn’t know if I should slap his arm for his stupid comment or laugh at him as he was trying to show me what he meant and trying to do the pose he was referring to.

“Okay ballerina I get it!” I laugh and stopped him from what he was doing before he got himself injured.

“Do you want to go out for dinner and drinks? Or go home and order something? You must be hungry.” We intertwined our hands and Noah led me to his car. He was right, I didn’t eat much today, because of the nerves.

“I think I want to go home, order something to eat, have a glass of wine, have hot bubble bath and then my back could use a massage…”

“I will give you massage only if you let me join you in the bath.” Of course he wouldn’t miss that chance.

“Deal. Let’s get home.” Noah started his car and took my hand in his.

“I love you and I’m so proud of you. I’m getting tickets to every show and I’m making the guys come with me.”

“Okay.” I laughed, but I knew he was serious. I’m sure that at the next show I’m going to see the core of BO crew in the front row.

“But I’m serious, I love you.”

“I love you too Noah, thank you for being by my side for all of this.”

“Always.”

#noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian band #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian imagine #noahsebastian #noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens cult #bad omens imagine

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charpeach · 1 year

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Okay, to extend your headcanon of Leshy and touch, imagine the particular feeling in how his hands are held back being how he winds up noticing that a friend of his has developed a crush on him

hahaha so uhm this brought me to writing an entire fanfic???

anyways. here, enjoy.......

Being blind wasn't easy.

Leshy had learned it the hard way, the day he was stripped of his crown and brought to the lamb's pathetic cult.

As much as he hated to admit it, he felt completely helpless. And terrified. And alone.

All sorts of unfamiliar scents surrounded him. Like a swirling storm, it overwhelmed him to try and distinguish one from another.

The noises felt way too loud to process. The voices, the rustles, the din and the laughters, all blended into one non-stopping mess.

But that was then.

Now Leshy learned to adapt.

The lamb was quick to adjust the whole place to be more accessible, too. There were stone sidewalks and handrails to help him navigate around the village without crashing into anything.

One of Leshy's favorite things were decorations: while for everyone else they were a sight to see, for him they were something to feel.

He touched sculptures, capturing and imagining all the cracks and bumps and little patches of moss covering them. He touched cold and sleek surface of the marble fountain by the park. He touched flowerbeds, exploring the patterns of dimples and grooves.

He touched people, too. Not in a weird way, of course. It became something to anchor to when having a conversation.

He'd tug on their clothes or take their hand in his just to know where they were and to be sure that they are still there, listening.

Narinder's paw was always soft and furry to touch. He'd hold Leshy's hand lightly and tenderly, as if he was afraid to squeeze it too much.

Heket, on the contrary, had a strong grip. She'd be the one to lead the way for him, quietly letting him know that he's under her protection.

Kallamar's hand, as one would expect, was usually slippery and moist, yet harsh, like dolphin skin. He'd often be the first to get distracted and let go, not out of malicious intent, but the simple need to involve someone else for them to properly communicate with each other. Deafness didn't go well with blindness.

Shamura, despite all the memory problems, would never forget Leshy's little habit. They would take his hand in theirs, delicate fingers sliding like silk across his, they'd let him hold on to them however long he needed to.

Lamb's hands were strong, rough and calloused, peppered with cuts and scratches, all reminding how much of a hard worker Lamb was. They'd hold Leshy's hand in a quiet promise.

Yet, this layer in interactions would stay reserved for his family for an extended period of time: for people he trusted enough to accommodate his disability rather then making use of it.

That was, until Lamb brought one of the green crown's former subjects to the cult. Leshy's subject.

He knew that some of Lamb's followers used to serve other crowns. Most of them had passed way before Leshy and his siblings had joined the cult, and he didn't interact much with those who were still alive.

So Beryozka had caught his attention really quickly.

She was surprisingly loyal to Leshy. She was rigorously determined to not accept the Lamb as her leader it almost got her into trouble. Lamb was about to shove her into jail for dissenting when Leshy decided to intervene.

He could practically hear something shatter inside of her when she first saw him. He simply said “Be nice to the Lamb, lady,” with a soft reproach, and went on with his day.

A few days later he would find her among other cultists, praying.

He'd forgotten about her for a bit after that. Shamura's condition seemed to worsen with time, which had sent Leshy's attention to all sorts of other worries.

He wanted to talk to Narinder, couldn't seem to find him though. Leshy was checking the places his brother would usually go to, and eventually ended up at the secluded corner of a park where Lamb held crown trophies. The place always held an eerie feeling for Leshy, but Narinder would often go there to spend some time alone and think. Today, however, someone else was there.

“Your highness” - Beryozka muttered in awe.

“It's just Leshy now” - he corrected her softly.

“Right. Sorry.”

There was an awkward pause.

“What are you doing here?” - Leshy asked.

“Nothing,” Beryozka replied hesitantly, before adding: “Everything is just... different now.”

Leshy chuckled: “Yeah... But it's nice in a way.”

He didn't need his eyes to know that Beryozka was standing by the green crown trophy.

She'd been clinging to all the little crumbs and shards of her past. Leshy knew this feeling way too well.

“Say, why don't you help me in the garden later today?”

That's where their friendship began to form.

Beryozka turned out to be a kind and perky person. A little shy and shut-in herself, but genuine and friendly.

Leshy himself didn't notice how quick he was to entrust her. Beryozka was the one he'd talk to about what's bothered him and that he couldn't bring himself to discuss inside the family. Like how he's worried for his brothers and how he feels unable and unhelpful in the research that his siblings and the Lamb was doing.

And, like a good friend, she was there for him.

But one day...

“Leshy!”, Beryozka called him and approached.

He turned to her and, without a further thought, picked up her hand in his. He'd do that with his siblings and the Lamb habitually.

But Beryozka seemed taken aback. She stiffened all of a sudden, pausing in the middle of an action, freezing, like a deer in a headlights.

“What's up?” Leshy asked.

“Uh...”

He felt Beryozka's fingers twitch in his, her palm jerking slightly as if she was about to yank her arm back, but hesitated.

“Yeah, uhm...” She seemed to be distracted or at a loss of words, what she was going to say slipped out of her mind already. “Uhh...”

“Yes, Beryozka, what is it?” He repeated his question, squeezing her palm in affirmation. That didn't help.

“I, uhh, wanted to ask... Well...”

All of sudden, somewhere behind Leshy's back, his brother Narinder burst out in laughters.

“Leshy, let her go, you haven't seen cheeks this red ever” he yelled.

“Yeah, I don't see crap because of you!” Leshy barked back at him jokingly, but did listen and let Beryozka's hand go. “Sorry,” he said.

“Iwillneverrecoverfromthis-” she bubbled on a single breath and immediately retrieved.

“Wait!” Leshy yelled, but to no success. “The heck was that.” he muttered to himself.

“She has a crush on you, dude, you just startled her” Narinder explained with a note of snark. “Maybe give her a warning next time.”

“How was I supposed to know?!...”

#cotl #cotl headcanons #follower leshy

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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I loved the Chronic Pain!Alec story! Could I request Deaf!Alec and specifically his challenges?

Hey so first, if anyone is deaf/HOH and would like to correct anything please feel free to let me know. This fic did not have a sensitivity reader (though if anyone volunteers I’d welcome but also i do not expect it)

i hope you enjoy anon ty for the prompt!

Alec shivers as his awareness rune is activated, the sensitivity a familiar rush that envelopes him. It means any injuries he’ll get he’ll feel tenfold, but it’s worth it. Alec can feel the currents of the wind, the sensation of a demons form crawling from the shadows and the shaking of the earth where they step.

What he can’t hear will be made up for and demons are nearly silent anyways. Alec never really understood why everyone thinks his success is shocking when half of his enemies don’t even make noise until after they’re attacking.

Everyone thinks Alec should be at a disadvantage but he doesn’t think he is. For every mission he’s given, it’s completed perfectly. He’s the most highly decorated solo hunting specialist to ever be seen and Alec knows the clave hates him. They hate what he’s proving, that shadowhunters with what the clave considers limits — who are normally hidden away in Idris — are just as if not more capable, than what the clave considers their perfect specimens.

Alec was supposed to have a team but there is only so much he can do when his siblings won’t listen to him. Which is ridiculous, considering Alec is the one who can’t hear. However he can read lips and while the amount of permanent runes that Alec bears is more than most can handle and more obscure than usually allowed, Alec wants what he wants. It was ridiculous that his siblings expected him to still cater to their insubordination and willfulness when they knew how much was at stake for him. So Alec had submitted a request to become a solo hunter and shipped his protesting siblings to Idris where his parents had gone once he’d turned sixteen.

After all, it’s not his fault that Valentine experimented on him as a child and his hearing was taken as a result. If anything, it’s his parents and Alec makes sure that they know it, every time they try to shame him or push him down. Alec looks at them and he smirks, because Alec lost his hearing before his parents took him and ran but Alec didn’t lose his voice.

Though not for a lack of Valentine trying.

“Was it the screaming?” He asks his mother one day when she's speaking so fast he can barely read her lips, interrupting her and rolling the words over his tongue, feeling the reverberations of his own throat as he works out where to let the sounds linger. Talking is a necessity when one is a commander, even if Alec only ever leads teams from behind a screen with another on the comes, interpreting for him.

“What?” Alec sees her lips say, because she’ll never lower herself to using mundane sign language, no matter how beneficial it’s turned out to be for shadowhunting teams as a whole and not just Alec. They have a rune that lets them see in the dark, being able to communicate silently is a boon, not that his mother will admit it.

“The screaming. Was it the screaming that made you run? To flee Valentine? I remember it, I remember you held me down at first and then he promised to make it all better and father held me down instead.” Maryse is staring at him in horrified realization and Alec smiles, because his memory of it goes deeper than Maryse’s walls do. “I think you were crying. I wanted you to call me baby and hold my hand and tell me I’d be okay, that you’d protect me. You didn’t though, you’d stopped comforting me already, I remember that. Instead it was ‘Valentine please’ and I never heard your voice again.”

Maryse is shaking and Alec grins meanly, teeth sharp because if she’d ever once been sorry he would have accepted it but it’s too late now. “Was that all? I have an Institute to run.” He brushes past her, deliberately turning his back in a way that makes the conversation over. Maryse will have to grab him to stop him and she won’t, because Alec won’t let her.

— “Mirai!” he calls, because while he’s never sure how loud he’s being, his second is normally close enough or someone is close enough to let her know. A few minutes later she’s there, a large tablet and a file in her hand and she’s shaking her head as she follows him to his office.

He signs out, ‘meeting now. Reports first. Demon sighting new’, and Mirai sighs and keeps her head turned to him so he can read her lips as she looks at her tablet.

“Very well Commander, I’ll see that the weapons room is restocked before any teams are sent out. Apparently the ichor cleaning team is backlogged again.”

‘Idiots gone?’

“Indeed. It seems we’ve finally culled the herd enough that we are lacking in imbeciles who act before they think.”

And Alec keeps his laugh silent because his joy is rare and sacred to himself, and instead he just smirks meanly.

‘Good. Weapons priority anyone off.’

Mirai nods and puts down her tablet to respond, ‘confirmed’ and then she leaves and Alec stares at his desk overflowing with so any missives that he’s tempted to set them on fire. Instead he reaches for the first one and grins. The High Warlock of Brooklyn is finally responding to his request and Alec is hoping that if there are wards he can add to his Institute so that he doesn’t have to have his runes as active as he does. He manages, but it’s exhausting and it does wear on him over time.

So it’s with an unfamiliar flicker of hope that Alec eagerly sends over an answer and he wants this to work, but he makes himself focus on his other work and then, two hours later and message with the same elegant scrawl of the first reply flashes into place.

Alec reads it with a growing grin before tapping out a message on his tablet. Mirai will take care of everything for him and he knows that all of his people will ensure that High Warlock Bane has the best experience in an Institute he’s ever had in his life.

Though, considering how the clave feels about anything they consider different, Alec doubts the bar is very high. Which is fine, Alec is perfectly happy kicking it off the ground and shattering the celling of the claves idiotic prejudices with it.

#writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #lumine writes #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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2dboisloyal-devotee · 1 year

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Hi, I saw you write for bleach and your requests are open so I was wondering if I may request headcanons platonic yandere ryuken and platonic yandere Uryu x Uryu's older sibling!reader. And they look a lot like ryuken but they don't have glasses. They also have that same rebellious yet cold and mature attitude that ryuken had in his teens. If not that's totally ok.

Hii, sure! It will be a challenge to me, because the dinamic's kind of difficult to work on but I'll still do it (better than nothing). I hope you enjoy!

Platonic! Yandere Ishida Ryuken and Uryu!

x Uryu's older sibling reader

>)~Headcanons

TW: jealousy, overbearing and overprotective tendencies, hinted isolation

I don't take responsibility for any younger ages reading.

First, let's just say, since you look a lot like Ryuken, you would be expected to follow his steps/advices/orders at almost every single thing. He's always nitpicking every little thing of you that's not up to his expectations (which you should).

Truly, it's kind of a mixed feelings of love and hate for having almost a similar copy of his past self yet nurturing you into his the best version of yourself. Ryuken only wants you to not make the same mistakes as him...

Meanwhile for Uryu, he envies yet admires you at the same time. He's a literal walking contradiction like his father, he thinks it's unreasonable for Ryuken to give you a bit of a special treatment but he also wants you to follow your wishes, he trusts you as his role model after all. And so he tells you not to let Ryuken's words bother you too much.

(It's a kind of significant ego boost for Uryu to be the only person you could confide in and pay attention to when things get too much with Ryuken since you hold so much responsibilities and burden as the oldest child of Ishida family.)

Uryu sympathize with you more while Ryuken focuses on training and polishing you like a diamond in the rough you are.

Ryuken is more harsher in his actions toward you more than when he had to train Uryu, even if Uryu reassures you that (the both of them) he loves you a lot like any father would to his child.

The moment you are more close with Uryu, there's an unspoken rivalry that sparks between the two of them. Uryu would make you depend on him a lot and he starts to speak bad of Ryuken behind his back (which he already finds out, he knows Uryu knows about him hearing of this just to irk him.)

Uryu is almost akin to a puppy on how he seems to like being by your side (he will deny it abashedly while explaining a whole of why and how he in fact, doesn't care like he has an essay saved to his memory) while tending to whatever tasks he deems too much and you shouldn't find the need to do as his older sibling. It seems he's also the culprit of sewing your clothes and adding questionable design along to some of them...

Ryuken's acts are more of behind the scene, they wouldn't almost leave you with any doubts or suspicions fall on him, no, they would just confuse you and leave you wondering if you or Uryu are the one who intend/planned for this to happen from the first place. Mysterious pile of tasks leading to the hospital Ryuken works at, some specific people you don't know who seems to fear/avoid you for reasons unknown (they're the ones interested in taking your hand for marriage before), being given special privileges to places you usually go to and haven't visited?? Without noticing, part of your food is also being mixed with medicines/vitamins/anything that could help your growth and health.

Even if Uryu may be the one who mostly nurse you back into health all the while scolding you, Ryuken is always the one supervising you and he's the one taking preventive measures right to the source or why you get sick.

They may have some sort rivalry but you'll always be the only one left in the dark about their silent agreement to deal and have a nice talk with some unfair people who haven't been treating you so kind, it may affect your performance in work after all (that's only one of many reasons they could use to not make you notice any things that seem amiss).

#yandere x reader #yandere bleach x reader #yandere ishida ryuken #yandere ishida uryu #narareqwishes

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nightlight-writes · 1 year

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hey hey! Do you take anon requests? If not please lmk! Anyway i had a distant relative visit with a child and i was wondering, how would the luxiem guys be as parents? Idk, seems comical to me

Luxiem Boys as Parents

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings: slight mention of murder in Luca’s part

Notes: aaaaaa my first request! i don’t really have a father figure so this was interesting to write ^_^ I hope you find this satisfactory.

Vox Akuma

100% the affectionate, but also embarrassing type of parent.

Gives his children hugs and kisses like, every few hours.

Posts about his kids on social media and will happily show their baby pictures if asked.

Would develop a slight filter (ie. no sex jokes).

Everything else is OK though which inevitably leads to them developing a potty mouth.

Especially if they’re playing games together.

Somehow manages to keep up with all those newfangled hobbies his kids are into and wholeheartedly supports them.

That said, he does slightly wish his kids would appreciate “the classics” a teeny bit more…

Always gives out great, if sometimes unsolicited, advice.

By the time his children start moving out of the house, he’ll be in tears (and probably drunk as well).

Sure, he can return to his old lifestyle now, but he’s really gonna miss them…

Often tries to find time in his schedule to attend any important life events and host family reunions.

Whenever he appears, expect him to become the subject of constant gossip among the guests.

As long as he can spend time with his family, he’s happy.

Mysta Rias

Surprisingly, he does a decent job at being a dad.

Can often be seen eating at restaurants with his kids.

He would cook healthier meals for them if possible, but we all know how that turned out.

The only gadgets his children are allowed to own are laptops (for schoolwork) and flip phones (for texts and calls).

He’s not going to talk about his kids on social media and he’s not letting them have social media either.

Highly encourages his children to study hard and develop good financial habits.

Over time, he developed an immunity to tactics like “puppy eyes” and “claiming they REALLY need the shiny new toy”.

If it’s something both of them want though, he’ll be a VERY unbearable customer.

If his kids do well in school, he’ll host watch parties to celebrate.

These almost always end with his kids laughing at him after lots of chaotic banter.

But if anyone else insults him or his kids, they’ll be on the receiving end of a hellish roast.

When his children move out, he’ll call them once a month for life updates.

Every day, he prays that they don’t repeat any of his mistakes in life.

Luca Kaneshiro

Usually absent due to work, but when he DOES visit it’s a blast.

Spoils his kids with whatever they want if they ask nicely.

New clothes? They’re going to the most fashionable malls in town!

Spending the afternoon playing games? He’ll be down for that!

(He WILL get very competitive though.)

As long as the house is clean afterwards, anything is fine.

Speaking of cleaning, Luca would definitely teach his kids practical life skills like cooking and cleaning and fighting.

Would 100% record himself pranking his kids.

Has a massive influence on their life even when NOT present.

Those who pose even the slightest inconvenience must disappear.

No going outside without the protection of bodyguards.

And the shadow of his accomplishments shall always loom over his descendant’s heads.

But Luca would gladly pay any price to be able to create memories, however fleeting, with his family.

Ike Eveland

He’s trying his best.

Tends to fawn over how cute his favorite child is (or just his child if they have no siblings).

Spends a good chunk of the afternoon nerding out about things he liked “back in the day”.

If none of his kids end up liking Vocaloid, then he has failed as a parent.

Yes, he would un-ironically say that things were better back in HIS day.

Ike’s unhealthy eating habits are contagious and will spread to the rest of the family.

Tired to the point of falling asleep while reading bedtime stories.

Currently trying to sell any sussy things he possesses.

A good portion of his search history now consists of parenting forums, parent blogs, etc.

Tries to be patient when giving advice, but it’s surprisingly easy to bring out his blunt side.

This especially applies when he’s talking about relationships and/or sex.

As a result, he fears that he’ll make his kids cry if he tries to comfort them.

Other than that though, he’s mostly gentle when it comes to raising his kids.

Hopes that they will find something to cherish for life one day.

Shu Yamino

Chill and lax kind of parent.

As long as the kids aren’t getting hurt, anything is fine.

Owns a “World’s No. 1 Dad” mug “as a joke”.

Actually succeeds in being ✨hip with the kids✨

Would casually call himself a father on a random social media post without bringing it up ever again.

His advice usually tends to be “do want you want, but be responsible”.

He already has a hard time with romance and sexual topics and adding kids into the mix definitely doesn’t make it easier.

Probably starts leaving the house more often to spend quality time with the kids.

Open to teaching his children a bit of sorcery, but is still on the fence about passing down all of his knowledge.

After all, one’s life can only have so much magic before it stops being “normal”…

#luxiem #luxiem headcanons #vox akuma #mysta rias #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #nightlight.txt

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bonelessmatcha · 3 months

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Purrfect Apawcalypse Headcanons

Pulled out of my messy fanfic notes + random stuff I came up with while making this post

Just a heads-up: the headcanons have more to do with the setting then specific characters.

-There are a few students in Hachiko High that immigrated from places where cat-dog relations are generally better. Places where their specific populations are low enough to easily ignore each other, or places where they're lumped in the same category as the "weaker/more sheltered" carnivores. These students mostly keep quiet, though, due to how mean some of their classmates can be about things associated with cats (Ginger's bullies, for example). Patches is one of these students (or at least 2nd/3rd gen. would totally explain why he doesn't have a lot of "dog personality traits" and was easily accepting of Angel at first)

-At least one other classmate at HHS had seen Patches's locker shrine. Said classmate didn't get a good enough look to recognize Angel was a cat, nor were they gossipy enough to go around telling people the specifics, but it did add on to Patches's reputation as a weirdo.

-Deuteranopia (red-green colorblindness) is a lot more common for sentient dogs, but still less than 25% because they're anthro. Olive has it, and it's why their favorite outfit is yellow and blue.

-Adoption is actually super common for dogs in this world. Due to the average lifespan for PA dogs being at ~27, most don't live long enough to see their biological kids reach adulthood. Usually when puppies are born, they get socialized with an older cousin or parent's younger sibling or family friend who can watch over them when the bio parents die. (RIP Patches for not being socialized properly, and RIP Sparky who'll be expected to provide for his younger siblings when he gets older.) (If I didn't make this headcanon then other stuff would have to be true instead)

-(For cats the socialization isn't as important due to solitary nature, but when it happens it focuses more on siblings/cousins in the same age range.)

-Food with caffeine (in areas with less animals that can digest it, at least) is viewed as an addictive and dangerous drug. Doug is considered a dealer by both Kemono Town & Woods standards.

-Before the massacre, Brownie was one of those students who jumped between friend groups but wasn't very close to any of them (on account of only having 2 months to get to know them since she's a freshman). It's why she has good social skills yet wasn't too upset at Coco for killing everyone.

-Other factors leading to the Claret family's downfall was 1) how divided it was due to cultural clashes and 2) health risks (from mixing different animal biologies) when magic failed. Also 3) a few of the past family heads were literal dictators/mass murderers, and They Were Remembered more than the nicer ones (with related family lines like the Wichiens quietly burying their history to fit with their respective species).

-Occasionally when resources are running low and their usual delivery methods aren't available, a cat will actually enter Kemonotown to restock from one of the local stores owned by one of the 10% non-dog species living in the area. It's pretty uncommon, though, and the cats who do so make sure to carefully calculate their arrival at a time when most dogs won't notice.

-During PA2, most of the zombies didn't have their souls inside their bodies. Their motivations were heavily reliant on muscle memory and what was left of their biological brains.

#worldbuilding notes #purrfectapawcalypse #purrfect apawcalypse #the devs made this game as a joke but F if I'm not hyperfixated on it

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Hello. I was wondering if you read Naoki Urasawa's "Another Monster". If so, I had a question and I thought an analyst like you could give me your opinion about this.

So very little is stated about Kenzo's family in Another Monster. Let alone the mother.

Tenma's old friend said that it appeared as if Tenma was trying to isolate himself from his father and brothers, but what about his mom? It was said that she was harsh on him and favored her step-sons instead of her own flesh and blood, Kenzo, for no apparent reason. I don't get it. As a stepmother usually one would think they'd favor the child they gave birth to, so why would she so harsh on him and adamant to get rid of him? I know there's no definitive answer for this, but I would like to know people's theories about this. A theory I heard from someone else is that Kenzo might've been "too clingy to mommy", and another one said Kenzo reminded the mother about her ex-husband, but that kinda doesn't make sense because wouldn't the other siblings remind her of the father as well?

Let me know your thoughts, pleaseee

Thank you for the ask and I hope you're having a good day so far ^^ While I did read Another Monster, Its unfortunate to say that I can't really give you a satisfactory answer to the question due to the extremely limited information we have in regards to this. Kenzos mother preferring the stepsons over him for no apparent reason is all the details given to us, but I suppose I could theory craft here and try to rationalize the reasons... At the risk of sounding as if I advocate her behaviors, I believe it was due to how distant Tenma was towards not just his peers but his own family as well "Throughout his life in Japan he made very few friends and didn't forge strong bonds even with his own family, which is one of the reasons given by Dr. Takahashi to explain why Tenma came to Germany and never went back." - Monster Wikia As a child Tenma always stood out for being extremely bright and this caused his father to take deep pride in him, dedicating his hospital to soon be inherited by Tenma once he grows of age. I can only assume that due to this, a lot of attention from Tenmas father was soley on him and not the rest of his offsprings. Due to this I can only imagine that Tenmas mother had very little time to bond with Tenma due to the fathers infatuation of his talent. As such, this lead Tenmas brothers to be shunned and ignored, leaving the mother to be the only one relied on by her step sons while she could have felt Tenma had no need for her since her husband is so hyper-fixated on him. Because of this, I would believe there was a wedge between Tenma and his mother because of how little she has had an influence on his growth and their relationship as mother and son. Adding on to this, it doesn't help that Tenma is so disconnected from everyone purely by choice. Whatever his reasonings are, are factors that were not shown to us but thats another rabbit hole to go through It could just be his mother was a jealous bitch or something idk? LOL It could also be because Tenma for his entire life felt the expectations placed on his shoulders to be unfair and overbearing to what he actually strives to do in his life. It was mentioned that Tenma stood up against a teacher to defend a punishment taken too far by a fellow student, so I can only imagine that Tenma has an opinion of his own as to what injustices are. In an act of rebellion he went to Germany ON A WHIM, and worked in Eisler Memorial hospital where he wished to conduct his research on Alzheimers dementia. Now if we take a look at Monster the series, its clear that this research he dedicated his life to was thrown away from a motivation and purpose he set for himself when he saved Johan. To save all the lives he could, no matter who they are. I believe Tenma up to that point was operating in a rebellious phase towards the expectations put towards him by his father, where the first thing he heard was an opportunity of neuro surgery and decided to drop everything to pursue a goal given to him purely off inspiration whom he thought was written by Dr.Heinamann. Until he met Johan, Tenmas true purpose was given a stable foundation.

#anime #naoki urasawa's monster #monster #anime analysis #kenzou tenma #monster anime #anime discussion

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creepylunaofmars · 3 months

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Psychonauts/Transformers OC

Just a heads up my Transformers knowledge is very rusty and I'm just starting to get back into it but if I don't write this out now I will take psychic damage.

Name Psychout

Faction Psychonaut, formerly a Decepticon

Alternate Mode Psi-Jet

Specialties Confusion, hypnosis, invisibility

How is she psychic? Got ejected into space during an explosion on her ship and ended up debris on the meteorite that would end up crashing in Whispering Rock. Several thousand years stuck in a meteorite of basically pure psitanium and then being buried on earth with a large chunk of it led to the psychoactive mineral growing inside the cybertronian. Not only did this just barely keep her from going offline but it also imbued her with psychic abilities.

How is she a Psychonaut? During an excavation for psitanium in the off season the staff at Whisper Rock Psychic Summer Camp found what appeared to be a very large and very badly damaged robot embedded in a massive chunk of the mineral.

Otto Mentallis, in his usual hubris, worked with now lab partner Gisu to rebuild the bot. It was long and difficult but he wasn't considered an expert engineer for nothing... also... the psitanium in the bot almost seemed alive. Touching it he could swear he caught glimpses of how to put her back together, pieces that shouldn't have fit would be modified when their backs were turned... it was as if the psitanium wanted the bot fixed.

When she was first reactivated she didn't do much of anything expect study what was around her. Her cerebral processor had been badly damaged, leaving her memory core almost completely wiped with only brief flashes of her past left. She was almost like a child and had to be taught a lot by the psychonauts, think the Iron Giant. When it was discovered she was psychic she went to Whispering Rock to learn (the campers were thrilled to have a giant robot amongst them), switched out her old damaged mesh with a sleeker design and scanned the Psychonauts' jet (The Pelican) for her alt mode. Now she usually acts as the transportation on missions as well as crowd control, also volunteers at Whispering Rock as security in the summer.

What's she like? As she had to relearn a lot about living and was surrounded by humans at the time she has a lot more human way of thinking, the fact that she's 1000s of years old almost seems like a joke now that she has a human mind's frame of time. Interning with Helmut Fullbear while she was sort of still emulating personalities she thought were cool lead to her becoming a big fan of the arts, especially 60s psychedelia and the theater. Not the greatest with tech she will admit, any cybertronian terminology would probably go right over her head. These combined with a naturally laid back, lazy and slightly spacey personality may lead other bots to think that she less than bright. They shouldn't be fooled, she's good at reading (Books? Minds? People? Situations? She ain't telling.) and is a very quick learner.

What little she does remember from her pass gives her quite a bit of guilt towards using violent methods. She hits like a crashing plane but due to this guilt she utilizes stealth as much as possible, even specializing in the stealth side of psychic powers rather than more battle based ones. You shouldn't push her though, she still has a mean streak buried somewhere deep down.

Above all else though she's caring and trying to make up for the sins of a past she can only glimpse shadows of, the her before as much a stranger as any she'd pass in the street but still laying unbearably heavy hands on her shoulders.

Relationships?

Otto and Gisu: As they were the ones who rebuilt her and were the main interactions she had she sees them as family. Otto finds the fact that a 1000s year old robot views him, a man at best in his 60s, as a father figure both hilarious and endearing. Gisu and Psychout have a strong sibling bond and are often exchanging gossip or doing levitation tricks around the Questionable Area.

Sasha and Milla: Were away on a long mission when she was being rebuilt and didn't hear much about her. When Sasha returned he thought she was a very impressive invention of Otto's and that the talk of her being from space was a joke. Geeked out hard when he realized everyone was being serious, while it was disappointing that she didn't remember anything of her culture/people she was still living proof that aliens were real! Milla was also amazed by proof of aliens but she was more so interested in the new point of view a robotic organism could bring. Found her journey into the world of art fascinating, even if the bot's singing left a lot to be desired.

Raz and Lili: They were still kids when Psychout came onto the scene and like many kids to them nothing is cooler than a giant robot. They were also the first to get over the awe and treat her more like a person so they hold a special place in her heart. Let's Raz climb all over her for acrobatic stunts and does a lot of gardening for Lili's more dangerous plants.

How does she feel about the Autbot/Decepticon conflict? Mixed. On one hand that's her species and she feels like she should be learning about both sides, on the other hand she feels like since her past was wiped out of her that she doesn't have a horse in this race. Is quite aware of how fragile humans are compared to cybertronians and how many tend to end up squished in battles so if she does show up its mostly to get humans out of the path of tumbling bots. Though the first time she was directly engaged by other bots she ended up headbutting Megatron right in the chin and putting Bulkhead in a trance while trying to save a bus full of people so she's not sure she has a choice in sitting out the conflict much longer.

#psychonauts 2 #psychonauts #transformers #ocs

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soursugxr · 3 months

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Hehehe I know its kinda late and I should be eeping but I had question

How does Raph feel about finding his brothers? Is he the closets with one? (Aside from leo ofc) And which one does he worry about the most?

u are awesome my lovely moot!/gen

Raph, being the oldest, has kinda vague memories of The Incident, so he remembers having someone there, not exactly siblings but someone that he protected.

When Mikey found him he was weirded out at first, because who wouldn’t be? But he figured “Draxum wanted his creations (plural) so it makes sense.” What he wasn’t expecting was two more siblings and a rat dad.

He feels a little weird about being part of a family, especially one that actually looks like him, since he was kind of taken care of by Sunita and her family for a while, but he still remained more like a close friend than a family member. He doesn’t exactly know how to fit into it, so he ends up being a little overbearing at times, and doesn’t fully know how to act around Splinter.

He’s very close with Mikey, since they actually had Sibling Bonding Time first. Mikey’s the only one allowed to touch Raph’s shell, the only one allowed to calm him down, and the only one Raph fully trusts, believe it or not.

He tries to get to know Donnie, but unfortunately that man is a hermit among hermits and would get shell rot before he made small talk with literally anyone. So Raph definitely worries about him a lot. But in all honesty he worries about Leo the most. Leo’s in a shit situation where she feels like she has to be the responsible one 100% of the time, so they’re always stressed out, and because of the whole twin thing, Raph is hyper aware of that. He tried to take some of the pressure off by trying to lead in place of Leo on occasion, but it usually doesn’t work.

Raph knows he can carry Mikey if their legs give out, or get Donnie to sleep at a reasonable hour, but he doesn’t know how to handle Leo. He tries to go solely off of whatever vibe the twintuition gives him, but he’s no therapist. And he refuses to go to Splinter for help because in his mind, Splinter is the one who abandoned him, so there’s no trust there.

Anywhozle sorry for the long post :,)

#oh my god first au ask #I’m so excited holy shit #oh my god

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oathofpromises · 6 months

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starter for: @diademreigned

How many years had passed since Hiroto last laid eyes upon his younger sister? His recollection of her appearance was hazy at best, as he was promptly dispatched to Tural, his fathers homeland, shortly after her birth. In that moment, he found himself uncertain as to why they had chosen him as the one who must depart. Despite being the eldest and expected heir to lead the tribe, Hiroto was sent to reside with acquaintances of his father, who he had connections through his occupation as a Viper. It was only recently that the older Caelum sibling had met Stella face to face. Hiroto only wanted to talk to her, but there was that tiny bit of his heart that resented her.

With a sigh, the Miqo'te with white hair cast a glance towards the bustling crowd. His hand had recently been bandaged following a heated altercation between Stella and himself. As a Warrior of Light, she possessed remarkable abilities beyond ordinary comprehension. However, it was evident to him that engaging in combat with him was not a desire she harbored. Yet, the most agonizing aspect of their situation was her complete lack of memory that he even existed.

‘I…I don’t remember having a brother. It was always just Dad, mom and me.’

The impact of those words pierced his heart deep, even though he harbored a strong suspicion that she would not retain any recollection of him. After all, when he departed, she was just a newborn. How could anyone expect someone so young to recall those memories. Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, it only made Hiroto feel like he was the outcast in the family. Shaking his head, the Viper jumped down from the balcony having spotted his target. A smaller Miqo’te with tanned skin and freckles.

Data Mochi…wasn't that his name? One of his sister's close friends. He craved the prospect of learning more about Stella from someone close to her. Since he has re-encountered Stella, it appears that many details of her life have escaped his notice. However, an incredible wave of rage coursed through his veins once more at that precise instant. He worked hard to quell those thoughts. The last thing Hiroto wanted was for people to think he was a heartless person. that he had no intention other than to inflict Stella harm, even though that was not the case at all.

Hiroto leaned against a nearby pillar, his red eyes fixed on Data as the brunet moved through the crowd. As he was dressed like a red mage, it seemed reasonable to conclude that the stories were accurate. The other person was, in fact, the Crimson Duelists' second-in-command.Hiroto only found out about this when he ran across X'rhun a few days before. The two had gotten into a discussion over what the Red mages were up to, which led to him discovering Data's relationship to his sister.

'I will say this…my sister surely knows how to pick them…' Hiroto murmured, his gaze lingering on the brunet shape for a little longer than usual. Just as Data was going to walk by, Hiroto teasedly let his tail twirl around his waist. It would be uncharacteristic of the elder Caelum to pass up the opportunity to try and rile someone else.Hiroto's mouth made a low purring sound as he leaned over to whisper in Data's ear. Keeping his hand on the back of the other to hold him close.

"Ah, Data Mochi, if I am not mistaken? Nice to meet you. My name is Hiroto Caelum…I'm Stella's brother, but I'm sure she's told you everything about me by this time."

It was difficult to determine if it was good or negative given how protective G'raha had been of her. Naturally, Data would initially also react defensively toward him. Hiroto lingered his lips near Data's ear, and the Viper inhaled deeply, taking in the woodsy aroma. It reminded him of home, but that was only diverting him from the reason he had sought out Data in the first place.

"Excuse me.I'm so accustomed to behaving like this around others.Regarding Stella, I have some questions for you. If you could spare a moment of your time.”

How many times had Hiroto used his body to lead unwary individuals to their demise? The isolation he had been subjected to for so long had seeped deep into his own being. The fact that Hiroto's tail refused to unwrap from around Data's waist baffled the taller man more than anything else. While they had only just met, the brunet gave off a warm vibe that seemed to follow him around.

A sense of comfort enveloped Hiroto, a rare emotion that had eluded him for countless years. With a shake of his head, the white-haired man finally let go of Data. Although it was wrong to approach someone in that manner, there was a part of the older Caelum that didn't regret it. Despite the fact that the movement had clearly taken Data by surprise. His excuse was that he was nurtured by a group of Vipers, who had instilled in him the use of these tactics at a young age. It had merely become second nature to approach those he deemed attractive in this manner. It was rare, but when Hiroto got that feeling in his chest, he tended to act on such emotions.

"Unless…you despise me as well. After all, I couldn't really hold it against you.I went after Stella. One of the people that you seem to care about the most. G'raha was quite angry with me too. I can only imagine how you'll react. She got such an easy life compared to me. So many see her as some hero, but reality is she took my life away from me."

The weight of enduring such intense emotions for an extended period became insufferable, with Stella emerging as the sole person they would cling to. Each time Hiroto's gaze fell upon her, a pang of anguish coursed through his heart, for she served as an unwelcome mirror of their beloved mother. Their actions mirrored each other with an uncanny resemblance, too, which didn't help matters. In his absence, he was unable to protect Kuri from any potential harm. Perhaps, in the depths of his heart, he harbored a sliver of blame towards Stella for the tragic demise of their parents. However, one cannot help but wonder if he possessed a complete understanding of the intricate events that led to their untimely demise, or if his perception was merely a reflection of what the tribe desired him to believe.

"You are her best friend…tell me how you could care for someone like her? Stella caused the deaths of both of our parents."

Hiroto's brows widened as he noticed Stella heading down the trail with Marv. It didn't take him long to figure out she was heading in their direction. The older Caelum remained motionless as she came to a halt in front of the two of them.

"Data…why is Hiroto here." whispered Stella, as Hiroto noticed that her forehead was bandaged from their struggle. It appeared to be healing, yet she acted as if it were nothing. She bent down and picked up Marv before gently handing the Dodo to Data. As the pink-haired Au Ra turned and headed back up the stairs, they exchanged an unspoken glance. G'raha was waiting for her, and he sent Hiroto a scowl before grabbing Stella's hand.

"See. I told you she hates me, so you should too yet you haven't even tried to run away yet."

Distance yourself from me, before it's too late. I am but a harbinger of suffering…

#— ❛❛ //Final Fantasy XIV¦I will tell you a tale. A tale of a world on the brink.・「 Main Verse」#— ❛❛ // HIROTO CAELUM ¦ Painful past and shattered Hearts yet a light burning within ・「 Threads」#— ❛❛ // DATA MOCHI ¦ Sunlight in the darkness you never gave up on me・「diademreigned」#ooc: I don't have icon for Hiroto yet;; will add that later tonight but hope this is okay starter for what we talked about on our server

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qumiiiquinnquin · 9 months

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its almost going to be 10 years since i was sa’ed. and im still trying to find a justification for it and trying to figure out who really was to blame.

did i ask for it? i remember being a bit daring because i thought he was bluffing. but it happened. and i remember a lot of it vividly. some of it feels like the blurriness of a dream.

im still trying to understand. but im only understanding nothing. he insulted every other girl in that cul-de-sac. he insulted my sibling and called them ugly. he made dirty jokes a lot. but he called me beautiful. and on the day , he made a bet with me. if i performed the act he requested , he would give me candy or money. i dont remember which it was. during the incident , he still called me beautiful , and called me baby.

sa is a criminal act. you can go to jail for it. but he was 12 or 13. i do not know if a kid so young who did it to a 10 year old girl would have gotten in trouble. i had no proof myself to present to anyone. and i laughed off a friend at the time who told me i need to talk to someone.

ive said his name , but it may have come off as like a name of endearment. especially regarding my comments of how i cant exactly let him go , even though i have an indescribable hatred of him. his name was angel. i hate that i still remember that , even after all these years.

the incident has only left me thinking for the past year or so to just give my body up for others pleasures. i think that's all im worth. ive been gr00med as well , by adults online. and i will not be surprised when i get four letter r worded one day. im expecting it.

i cant let myself fall in love because im afraid to encounter someone like him again. i want to be loved , not used.

it feels so paralyzing. each time i think about it my freeze response is triggered. each time i want to say something about it , it feels like i lose my ability to speak or type. the flashbacks have been terrifying. i cant escape it. the memories lead to shaking and feeling very hot and embarrassed , and his touch comes back. there's no possible way to distract myself anymore from the memories and flashbacks. i got up to get cantaloupe not long after thoughts came on tonight to just eat and forget about the incident , but it does not taste like much now. and its not blocking out the taste of the french kiss you forced upon me 8 years ago , as well as biting my tongue. even though he did not...have i word with me nor did he four letter r word me , if i did not escape i know it would have happened. and i beat myself up relentlessly lately for escaping. i tell myself i should have stayed and made him happy. after all , i agreed. though i did not really know what he meant. and i thought it was a joke. until he had taken my hand and led me to the small foresty area of the cul-de-sac , and your friend tagged along. he watched as everything happened. i remember very vividly that you and him were making jokes and laughing at my under clothes , and you stopped and started being sweet with me and calling me affectionate names when you saw i almost burst into tears.

and you got off somewhat free. i havent told too many people at all. the first time i said it aloud to my psychiatrist , my voice shook so bad that you would think i was about to start sobbing. even though i laughed it off like usual. and even though what you did was a crime , there'd be no way for me to report you now. all that happened to my knowledge was that one kid’s mom thought you had done it to her daughter , not me

since it will be the tenth anniversary in two years , i may make a cake with something like “congrats! you survived ten years :)” written on it in frosting. i dont recall the exact day or even month that it happened. or time of year either. so i think ill just celebrate myself in late november of 2026.

i wish i could go back to the 5-year period of my life where i had completely forgotten about what you had done to me, Angel.

#vent #tw child trauma #tw sa #long post #tw r@pe mention #tw grooming mention

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lostinfantasyworlds · 2 years

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👀

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Eeee this is perfect timing, anon! I was actually planning to share this yesterday today anyways, because I know I kind of fell off the face of the earth (writing-wise) after finishing UTNL back in February, and I've been dying to get back to it. So thank you for the opportunity 😁 💕

I have a few WIPs right now, but the main one I've been focusing on is a story that I actually started writing a little over a year ago! It's one of those situations where I wrote a few thousand words on a whim, had the plot and backstory mostly planned out, thought it would just be a long oneshot...but then once I started fleshing it out, it grew far beyond what I originally planned. Now I've got 11 chapters mapped out, and currently have 25-30k words written (which is probably less than half of what the final word count will end up being😅).

I'm going to put the summary and current list of tags here, and then will include more background info plus a small snippet below the cut for anyone who might be interested! ✨

Rating: E

Summary: When Kagome Higurashi returned to her family’s vacation home the summer after graduating high school, she never expected to be reunited with Inuyasha, her former best friend who disappeared from her life five years earlier. Now all grown up, their attempts to rekindle their childhood friendship are complicated by physical attraction, building on memories of preteen crushes and a “pretty much perfect” first kiss. After a summer of fun that blurs the lines between friendship, sex, and love, how will they fare when it comes time to leave for college on opposite sides of the country?

Tags: Friends to lovers, childhood best friends, 90s/early 2000s nostalgia, Maine, reconnecting, friendship, fireworks, underage drinking, sexual tension, friends with benefits, summer romance, first time, explicit sexual content, mutual pining, college, light angst, angst with a happy ending

A little bit of background:

The main inspiration for this story comes from the summers I spent in Maine as a kid. I would go stay at my grandparent's cottage, located in a super tiny town on a secluded oceanfront street. There were a handful of other homes on the road that were usually rented by the same families, so all of us kids would get together and play every year. I never had any kind of romance or even as close a friendship as is portrayed in this story, but I figured it could definitely happen (along the line of kids who make lifelong friends at summer camp)

An important part of this story is that Inuyasha and Kagome grew up during a similar time frame I did, when technology was only just starting to become integrated into everyone's lives. So the first chapter is set in 2008, when they are 18, and the story then spans across several years (with plenty of references/flashbacks to growing up in the 90s along the way)

Normally, the key driving force behind childhood-best-friends-to-lovers stories is both of them thinking that the other only sees them as a friend/sibling figure, which leads to hardcore pining until they realize they actually both feel the same. Which I freaking LOVE. I will read 10000 stories exactly like that and eat it up every single time. But I wondered what would happen if both characters knew (at least on some level) that they share some kind of romantic feelings for each other, but there is something else keeping them from being in a committed romantic relationship

The idea behind the title, as well as the other inspiration for this story, is that I wanted to explore a scenario where Kagome and Inuyasha happened to be each other's firsts for several romantic milestones (first crush, first kiss, first time having sex), but still have plenty of other experiences with other people and don't get actually together until later on in life (despite being in love)

I actually didn't discover this song until I was pretty far along in the writing process, but it's uncanny how perfectly the lyrics of 2002 by Anne Marie fit with this story! (Yes, there will be a playlist for this fic)

And finally, a small snippet! (This is not even the part I wanted to share, but when I tell you that words have not been my friend lately... 😑. I sat there and struggled to edit a piece of one of the key scenes into something I felt comfortable posting, but after two days I finally decided to just give up for now and share a rough part of a random flirty scene that I hope you still enjoy!)

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Carrying their ice cream back to where Inuyasha was leaning against the counter, Kagome immediately noticed that he seemed even grumpier than usual with his eyes narrowed, arms crossed, and jaw set. He had been in a pretty good mood when they first arrived, so the sudden change certainly threw her for a loop.

“What’s your problem?” she asked in a casual manner as she held out his cone. He took it with a mumbled thanks before returning to glaring at the horizon and tapping his foot.

She waited patiently for him to answer while they began eating, watching him with eyebrows raised towards her hairline the entire time.

“You shouldn’t flirt with wolf demons like that,” he finally grumbled. “They aren’t exactly known for being overly respectful of women.”

“I wasn’t flirting.” Kagome rolled her eyes, torn between annoyance and amusement. “It’s called being friendly. Which I know is a foreign concept for you, but —”

Inuyasha cut her off with a quiet growl. “I’m just sayin’, it’d be pretty easy for him to get the wrong idea.”

“And what idea would that be?”

“I dunno…that you wanna follow him home and have his babies or something.”

“And what if that was the idea I wanted him to get?” Kagome challenged with a raised brow, having to press her lips together to keep from laughing at the look of pure shock and betrayal that lit up Inuyasha’s features.

“With that idiot?”

“How do you know he’s an idiot?”

“Because I — I can just tell.”

“Mhmm,” she hummed in mock contemplation. It was far too easy to mess with him. “Kinda sounds to me like you’re jealous…”

“What?” Inuyasha’s eyes briefly widened before looking away, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “I ain’t jealous…just think you could do better."

He was not jealous.

He also had not been watching the borderline sensual way Kagome’s tongue swirled around her ice cream cone to catch any drips that threatened to fall.

Which definitely did not inspire a slew of dirty thoughts revolving around what else she could do with her tongue.

Nope. None of those things were happening.

#inukag #inuyasha fanfiction #coming soon...ish #and by soonish I mean who knows😂#writers block has been a real bitch lately #the first and last #wip #ask #ask game #also I am aware that certain aspects of this plot are similar to utnl #sue me😂#also I can't tell you how many times I already rewrote just the fucking summary #I'm not kidding when I say words have not been my friend lately

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rosebloodcat · 2 years

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Transfer Error AU Summary

I’ve realized that the Transfer Error AU is starting to get difficult to coherent, so I’m making a summary post to even out the main Story as much as I can. Also, this is, like, post EVERYTHING in PLA.

What if Ingo did find a way back to modern day because of a weird item/relic that he thought/had been told might be able to restore his memories, but there was a… Transfer Error and he pops out as a Hisuian Sneasel instead of a human. And he doesn’t know how to fix that and has been trying to figure that out before he tries to recover/get help.

It is… Not going well. Because he got spotted and now people are wigging out over this weird Sneasel that’s shown up in Unova. So now the forest he's ended up in is crawling with poachers and Illegal pokemon dealers. (Also, he may not be firing on all cylinders due to the trauma/pain of the transformation.)

Meanwhile, Emmet overheard rumors about this weird-looking sneasel that’s wearing the Hat/Coat that his brother had been wearing when he went missing running around in Lostlorn Forest. He has no idea why a Sneasel has them, but part of him is hoping it might be able to lead him to where his brother went. So he goes out to find it and ends up rescuing Sneasel Ingo from some violent poachers.

So, since it's hurt and he doesn't think a pokemon center would stop/slowdown a desperate/determined poacher, he takes the Sneasel to a Pokemon Hospital in the city. While there, as part of the tests due to Ingo not looking like a normal sneasel (or a shiny one), they run some DNA tests and find that Ingo has a mish-mash of human and pokemon DNA. When they test the human DNA to figure out who it belongs to/is it comes up as Ingo, who's been missing for 3 years now.

(People turning into pokemon is not unheard of, but it’s usually seen in Ghost-types like Phantump and Yamask. But there are other incidents like the rumor of an Abra/Kadabra previously being human and of the... Incident involving Bill's Teleportation machine.)

Emmet is in shock, because who would expect the pokemon they helped to be their missing sibling? And also wonders if this happening was why Ingo went missing in the first place. This thought is also brought to the police and shared with the hospital staff.

Emmet takes Ingo home after he's been cleared to leave, and then the AU is (supposed) to descend into fluff/silliness while they wait to hear if there may be a way to turn Ingo back to normal. (And Emmet going a tiny bit Conspiracy Theorist to figure out who could have abducted his brother and tried to turn him into and Extinct Breed of sneasel.)

Eventually, it gets out that Ingo is the Sneasel that Emmet's been taking care of him thanks to a nosey/morally questionable investigative reporter. (Who definitely broke some laws to get all the information they had for their report and article.)

And... I technically haven't thought the story out past that.

But I have decided that, when Ingo eventually does get returned to normal, he ends up with some permanent pokemon features or as a human/pokemon shape shifter! (So there's the possibility of keeping to cute/fun Sneasel antics)

#transfer error au #ingo #emmet #sneasel ingo #warden ingo #submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #pokemon #pkmn #legends arceus #pla #rosie rambles #rosies writing

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Teen!Hanma, General Headcanons

Chatacter: Hanma Shuji (16 years old)

Pairing: Hanma x Female Reader

Type: SFW.

TW: None, headcanons are based on what I personally think and my own analysis، they aren't necessary right and I don't force them on anyone.

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Hair + Hanma

He would be the type who walks beside you and pulls your hair hard enough for you to be irritated and laugh at your reaction.

He would take your hair tie and wouldn't give it back until you beg, but even if you did, he might just say "you know what? I will use it. Go find another one". Even if it was pink in color with a cute butterfly or unicorn, no matter how it looks, he would use it on his hair at the same moment and good luck for your short hands to reach his head.

If you decided to style your hair and work hard on it, expect him to mess with it at one point through your day "you look better with messy hair". It is his way of giving compliments and probably he wanted to touch it.

Annoying small things + Hanma

If you wear bras, he would pull the straps because he likes the sound of the 'smack' it makes when it goes back to your body. But Shuji doesn't know how much that hurts sometimes.

You two are drinking (coffee, soda, juice etc) but you need to use the washroom and so you gave him your cup ? Of course your drink mysteriously is half way or almost finished. He even wouldn't know which cup is for who if you bought the same drinks. Don't be angry, it is unintentional. He just doesn't mind really even if you drink his.

Take your eyes off of your plate for a second and some meat is messing. Yes. It is intentional this time and he is as quick as a ninja. Bring it to him and he would shrug it off "seriously? I just saw you eat it and now you accuse me? Lets not start a food war and eat like decent civilians". You would question your memory many times.

He would extend his foot in front of you so you would trip over it and almost kiss the ground and break your teeth, but catches you on time every time, thankfully. He just wants to feel your warmth without asking and causes little harmless heart attacks. He lives on your reactions.

If you have younger siblings I feel like he would have difficult times dealing with them, mostly because they are scared of this giant human, and for him, they aren't fun. You know that mentality that "I'm 16 years old. How do you think I can keep up with children? They are boring" (said your childish boyfriend). but one day your siblings are being brats and annoying more than usual ?? Believe me, Hanma took the lead and this is how they opened up to each other 😂. He would trick them into telling him all your embarrassing stories. Kids don't lie so you can keep denying as much as you want, he won't even listen to you. "Your little sibling told me you make their ears bleed becoz of your terrible singing skills. I wanna a free concert. Do one for me". He will annoy the hell out of you to sing for him but don't give in. If you did, you will be recorded and your amazing performance is gonna be his ringtone 😂.

Cooking + Hanma

Hopefully we are all agree that Hanma can't cook. He lives alone and probably his refrigerator only has water bottles or cheep bears. If you wanna visit, please pass by the grocery store first. He absoulty knows nothing about cooking but that doesn't mean he can't have opinions "I don't think this is how you are supposed to cut carrots, they aren't even in shape, your cooking skills suck as mine" just because one peice of carrot is a little bigger than the others. There is one time when he messed up the spices and your food had a questionable taste, he 100% blamed your skills. But seriously, he eats all things you cook even if you weren't the best at cooking in the first place. I don't see him as a picky eater but he has clear preferences. He would ask to be taught the easist things that can be done because cooking is boring. He isn't gonna waste time on it if he can quickly make something to live on. If you were baking a cake or cupcakes he will annoy you to ice it himself. Drawing skuls, writing HANMA, he will just be creative with his ugly icing but "it doesn't matter how it looks if it tastes delecious, right?" And you can't beat this logic. He would want to cook with you. See, keyword is (with you), which means him doing nothing but annoying you. Its gonna be fun though 😂.

Danger + Hanma

He will persuade you to do things you have never done. "Skip the last class, you are just going home 1 hour earlier, it's not a big deal". Your parents told you must be home by 11 sharp ? He will try to make you go back by 11:30 "C'mon, thirty minutes aren't a big deal. Just tell them you lost track of time"

You would watch him buying beers/alcohol and no one is checking his ID. You can't be almost 2 meters tall and have tattoos if you are just 16, right? It's impossible, right?

He will convince you to try smoking and drinking with him even if you denied him few times. He would bring it up.

Late night drives are about you on the back of his bike and him driving over the speed and skipping the red lights.

There was a time when a police car chased both of you to give you a speeding ticket but they never caught you, thanks to him for being an expert of the small alleys and shortcuts.

It was worth the thrill, the nice warm air and the bond that is getting stronger between you and him. Nights and days like these are many when he can't find any interesting fights.

Animals + Hanma

I mentioned that on my fiction but 10000% will hand you a small frog 🐸 because you just look similar to this creature. Not that you are disgusting don't get him wrong but you are just as tiny 🥺 "see, they look like you. Cute little thing" that's what he says but the truth is for teasing purposes. If you don't like frogs and started to run away, be sure he is running after you with the devil in his hands.

I personally believe he prefers bigger dogs rather than smaller ones but surprisingly he has a good relationship with animals. I just don't see him having pets because 1: he can't afford the money and time for them 2: he is irresponsible and he is aware of that.

But say you have your own pet, he would play with them and they would like him. He would ask you about their care routine and show interests but that's it. He will go with you if its time to walk your dog for example, and he might do it himself. He is generally nice to animals in comparison to humans.

This is why he gives me the vibes that he would catch small frogs after the rain, talk to them sometimes, tell them all his thoughts and secrets until they jump from his hand, they can live on their own and they don't get attached to humans.

But he would dislike spiders and insects.

Pictures + Hanma

He would take pictures of you when you aren't paying attention. He will capture almost all of your facial expressions. But he will only show you (or blackmail you) the most embarrassing pictures of you. Picture of you drooling, having some food between your teeth, spacing out with your mouth open, there are many. You won't know about the nice pictures of you at all, that would just expose how soft he can be and soft Hanma is hidden most of the time.

Hanma is 192 cm tall. So taking selfies with him depends on you. If you are 170+ cm you are just .. as tall (😂 said the 157 tall writer) so taking selfies isn't a problem but if you are shorter then we have different stories.

You need to ask him if you want to take selfies because with your short hands he won't be on the camera range, so he has to either take them by himself or he bends a little bit down to reach your height and be on the camera (he always tell you that he is gonna break his back because of you being VERY short 😂). Or you have to stand on a chair or a box.

Period/catching cold or illnes + Hanma

He would be quiet around you when you are sick and catch cold, "its no fun when you are sick, get well" his teasing levels will go from 100 to 85 for you just this time 😂. See how special you are? You should be thankful he isn't annoying you and hiding the tissue box somewhere in the room.

but always mixes your cold medication with your yummy soup and ruin its taste. His intention is under question. To tease you or he really wants you to get well ? You never know.

The teasing level will go lower than that depending on the severity of your illness. If it's more than cold, he would visit you more if it's something serious.

If you were to be hospitalized, he would come every other day and will always tell you stories about what he does "and in the end, you better get well soon to rule the world with me".

If you are on your period he will be gentle (according to the gentle definition in Hanma's dictionary)

He is a giant human heater by default so heating pads are unnecessary when his hands are on top of your lower stomach.

You aren't in the mood to talk? You wanna silence ? You have it. 30 minutes maximum before he breaks it with a silly joke. As expected from Hanma.

If your emotions are all over the place in these days, he will try his best to tone down his annoying jokes and behaviors. keyword again: tries.

Study/school + Hanma

Boy has dropped school, so if you are peacefully studying at home he will visit "Two brains preparing for a test is better than one right?" That's what he said but he just sits beside you and colors the black and white pictures in your textbook, draws random stuff, writes his initials and "I ♡ H" or " I LOVE SHUJI" on every page of your books/notebooks. You know how in kindergarten parents write their phone numbers in the first page of notebooks under their kids full name and class number? Shuju will write his number under your name as if you were a kindergarten kid. Oh? you are a high school student and you don't write your name anymore? Don't worry he will write your name for you and his phone number, just in case you got lost you know.

He would distract you with silly stories, videos, memes, you name it. And will ask you to take a snake break every 10 minutes. Probably he came to your home to eat food ? Probably.

He would take your pens away. If you are allowed to use a calculator in your school, he might play with it until he change its settings and you have no idea how to set it back.

"lemme see what the hell you are studying. if X+10 =10 then find the value of X. Can we change X to H ? If Hanma fought 10 guys we will have 10 dead bodies. So the value H is so strong"

If you study something that requires a lot of your memory space like History or Literature, for example, you need to study about how kingdom X was destroyed by a Kingdom Y, he will create his own version of that history and that's what you will remember, Hanma's version. Good luck in the test. The teacher might praise your creativity for creating a new the history of these kingdoms.

You both would laugh at his lame jokes and suddenly the moon is in the sky and you studied nothing. Of course it is not his fault at all. He was just helping you, to make sure you aren't so stressed and relaxing.

If you scored bad on a test "you know you can always set the school on fire, I will help you" he is trying to make you laugh + comfort you at the same time. Clever Hanma.

Say you have a bad relationship with a teacher, they are being mean to you, Hanma would walk you to school just to see that teacher, and he will find ways to prank them. He will find their car/bicycle and break their tires, or attach a fake parking ticket, he will show his graffiti talent on their cars. He will write SHINIGAMI with red spray and the whole school will think the teacher has been cursed. Hanma is smart enough to not be caught on the car camera tho, so the SHINIGAMI remains a mystery.

Emotions + Hanma

You would have your moment of silence amd they are comfortable.

He wouldn't mind having quiet times. He appreciates silence and would be a great listener if you needed to talk.

If things were serious, he would listen and catch between the lines sometimes.

He would have days when he is being very quiet. Very very quiet. 100% unlike his usual self. Days when his brain is full of thoughts and he is having a time with himself to think.

And when he has these days, he will kind of isolate himself from everyone and be somehow distant from you.

He doesn't really know how to approach his own emotions so he might struggle with yours too. But the more you are together, the more he learns about you and himself.

He would joke around his pain and laugh at himself sometimes just to not show you how hurt he is. You have to read between the lines to know what's hidden behind these jokes.

But he can snap and everything will overflow.

You already know how Happy-Hanma looks like and how Angry-Hanma looks like. He wouldn't try to hide his anger. His presence would feel different anyway, the atmosphere around him or his aura would feel different too. You will know and he will make it clear that he is angry without saying a word.

It depends on the reasons and the causes but I don't think Hanma would be violent towards you as the first thing to do if he is angry.

He might get calm if you insert some logic into his mind but as I said he can snap and be violent.

He can break things, but that doesn't happen a lot. He would prefer to get himself into more violent or bloody fights until he calms down.

Or at least until his physical pain from fights is stronger than all the emotions he has at these moments.

I don't see him as the type to apologize, at least not by words. Actions speak louder for him. He would do the little things you like, his first attempt is to tell some jokes which would fail of course. But give him the chance to try, he knows when he has messed up and he will try in his own ways to make it up for you.

I don't see him to be the type who would be quick to get attached to people for sure, but he would have difficult times dealing with any breakups or death of those who he considers close (did you see how he reacted to what happened to Kisaki? I won't say they have a nice friendship but hey he won't react like that if Kisaki wasn't close to that extent for him). Things would be more difficult once he realizes how empty his life is, and how your presence can fill it. But it is also when he realizes that how shitty he is as a person and that deep down he is not the best. Far away from it. There would be the conflicts inside of him no matter how much you assure him.

But as he gets older, he would stop doing most of the above. He used to joke about himself and laugh at his own pain? He would stop at one point. Not because he doesn't want to, or because he became mature and learned to handle his hurt self better, but because he couldn't, anymore. (Present age Hanma in all timelines).

As he gets older, he wouldn't talk much about himself as he used to. Not about him keeping secrets (which he does anyway) but he changes the directions of the conversations to be more about you and less about him. More about your days and work and less about his. He does it a lot without you realizing that. And really if you have a long time relationship with him, at one point you would realize that you don't know him well or at all, and all the things you have known are just from his past self that doesn't exist anymore and the unresolved inner conflicts from his younger self would evovle into something more miserable, and this is a red flag because that where his manuplsntion tactics are coming from.

As he gets older, he would be more quiet. I think this is true seeing how he acts in all the timeskips but that comes with the things that used to cause adrenaline rush into him.

The things that used to be fun aren't fun anymore, which means he seeks his adrenaline from something else, more dangerous and crazier things that are harmful for himself and everyone around too.

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I think General adult Hanma headcanons deserve its own post. I'm thinking to write that but tell me if you are interested.

Feedbacks are appreciated

Thank you for reading.

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