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lucky - cl16

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader Summary: in which you and your childhood best friend, are most definitely in love, but it's too complicated. Warnings: BAD FRENCH??? (I don't speak French...please correct me so I can make some edits!!! Would be greatly appreciated), angst!!!!!, no smut but maybe if I make a part 2? Word Count: 1,332 Author's Note: I'm thinking I want to make another part to this maybe??? Idk what do we think. It was just a random thought that came to mind. I didn't edit or proofread. Please fix my French if you can!!! xo UPDATED FRENCH: edits thanks to @dannyramirezwife!!!! PART 2 BONUS

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"Ah, merde!" You exclaimed, dashing up the stairs of your apartment building. As usual, you were running late, but this time it was for your own dinner party. Your hands were full, and the constant vibration of your phone in your coat pocket suggested your friends were wondering were you were.

In the home stretch, you reached your door, ready to unlock it. To your confusion, the door swung wide open just as you approached. Charles leaned against the frame, a hand towel casually slung over his shoulder, like he owned the place.

"Où étais-tu tout ce temps-là, Lucky?" Where have you been all this time? Lucky. Your childhood nickname. His lucky charm. It warmed your heart to hear.

His eyebrows were scrunched as you stepped through the doorway, brushing past his shoulder and into the living room where all your friends sat chatting loudly. A small speaker played music in the background softly while your friends all chatted and laughed. It took a moment for them to notice your arrival.

"She's here!" "Mon dieu, finally." "I am so hungry." echoed through the room as your friends expressed their relief and hunger. Their flushed cheeks suggested they had indulged in heaps of wine while waiting for your arrival.

"See Charles, no need to have an aneurysm. I knew she would show up soon," Joris teased, winking in your direction before casting a glance over your shoulder. No doubt, Charles towering over your frame behind you.

"Je suis désolé," I'm sorry. You apologized repeatedly, sensing the tension. After urging everyone into the dining room with a wave, you added, "Sit, please," prompting your friends to take their seats. You hurried into the kitchen, dropping your bags by the kitchen table.

"Où étais-tu?" Where were you? You felt his hands on your hips as you opened the wine fridge to grab more bottles of wine for the table.

Butterflies. The warmth of his hands made your stomach flutter.

"Got caught up at work and missed the bus," You explained in a huff. "I had to walk all the way back here."

His hands tightened on your waist, turning you around to face him. His eyes were darker than normal, eyebrows still furrowed. "Mon dieu! Why didn't you call me?" My God. He seemed frustrated even more so now. The tone in his voice was rather sharp. "It's freezing outside."

"Ca va, Cha." I am fine. You reassured him, gently moving away from his embrace. You carried the bottles into the dining room and placed them on the table. Charles following, a large pasta dish in hand for the table that everyone immediately dug into as soon as it hit the table.

As the guests eagerly dug into the meal, you settled into your seat, intending to fill your wine glass. However, Charles beat you to it, taking the last seat beside you and topping off your glass, his actions notably conspicuous.

The dynamic between you and Charles was far from straight-forward. Best friends since childhood, who also hook up, who also don't tell their friends about it? It was complex for sure.

You both didn't look at it as an exclusive thing either though. You both go on your fair share of dates. More Charles than you. Yours never went further than a few dates for fun.

Since Charles and his ex-girlfriend last broke up, he has been more needy and more possessive of you. You figured he would get back together with her at some point, like he always did. It was just a ticking time bomb at this point. You, counting down the days until he takes her back.

"Hot date?" You heard Arthur ask from across the table, winking at you. "How was it?" You felt Charles hand slip to your thigh under the table, gripping it tightly.

You truly were coming from work tonight. But you did have a date last night. One that you didn't need Charles to hear about.

"Non," No. You felt your cheeks redden, a dead giveaway that you in fact did go on a date. "I got stuck at work, imbécile," you stuck your tongue out playfully at Arthur. Everyone laughing immediately, except Charles.

Charles squeezed your thigh again, clearly wanting your attention. You turn your head to him giving him a pointed look. Saying stop. Saying please wait until later. He understood, slipping his hand off of your thigh and faking a smile for the table as he falls into conversation with the rest of the table.

After a few hours, with everyone in a cheerful state of inebriation and satisfied bellies, the apartment was finally cleaned up and emptied. The lively chatter had faded away, leaving behind a quiet space. The only person lingering was Charles, sprawled comfortably on your couch, waiting.

You weren't privy to the excuse he had given to avoid going home with the others, but at the moment, you didn't care. No one seemed to question or pay much attention to him staying behind, as if it were a routine occurrence.

"Qui c'est?" Who is it? He sat like he was on his throne. Except it was your couch. Looking at you, like you owed him every explanation.

"Cha, s'il te plaît," please.

You could feel him getting more frustrated by the minute. You loved him to death. He was your best friend. Your person. You fought like siblings sometimes. But, you also fought like lovers.

You didn't want to get into who you were going on dates with. It was casual. Just for fun. It's not like Charles is officially yours.

"Non, dis-moi." No, tell me. You noticed him clench his hand into a fist just slightly.

"It was just a date, no one important." You waved him off. Taking a seat beside him on the couch. Silence followed. As if he was lost in his own head.

"Merci," you thanked him. For setting up dinner. He is the only other person with a key to your place after all.

His eyes flicked from you to the TV. He couldn't look at you while he said these next words.

"I don't want you to date."

It was unfair. And he knew it too. Which is why he couldn't look you in the eyes as he said it. He doesn't deserve to tell you that. He doesn't deserve to feel this way.

You let out a loud sigh, "Cha. You can't say things like that." You wanted to cry honestly. "Let's keep this simple, oui?"

You both were too blind. Blind to see that no one else would ever make you happier. But, you both were too scared to fully commit. Because you knew once you did, that was it. There could be nobody after you. There could be nobody after him.

"J'en ai marre," I'm sick of it. You felt him stand up from the couch. He was now pacing in front of you, the sound of the TV barely heard as he raised his voice. "J'en suis malade de mentir," I am so sick of lying.

You knew what he meant. You felt that way too. But it wasn't time. You both weren't ready to make it official. It was too scary.

"Assez!" Enough. You exclaimed. You couldn't handle this right now.

"Just go home," you felt shut down. You were not ready for this conversation. You knew Charles patience was wearing thin. But it was unfair. Just because he thinks he is finally ready, does not mean you need to be.

Charles felt as if he could rip out all of his hair. He wanted to pound his fists all over the place, just to get you to give him something. You were completely shut down. He wanted a reaction. He wanted a confession. Nothing you would provide at the moment.

"C'est pas croyable ça," Unbelievable. He said bitterly with a small laugh. "Have fun on your dates."

And with that, he was out the door. Slamming it hard enough that the walls of your apartment shook.

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immoralkombat · 8 months

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Kenshi has been blind for maybe an hour or two.

Johnny looks over at him with sympathy. He's not sure what he could possibly do or say to make things seem any less bleak for him. The man was just trying to get his family's heirloom back and now, after months of training and dedication, one of his five senses is gone permanently through no fault of his own. If Johnny were in Kenshi's position, he's sure he'd be feeling just as desolate, if not more so.

Kung Lao is sitting in the far corner, talking to Baraka. He seems genuinely fascinated by Tarkat as a disease. Were Johnny not in the same situation as them, he would find that particular conversation topic a bit morbid. Right now, it's really all they have to talk about. They've already exhausted all the small talk options you normally go through when first meeting someone. They might as well start talking about the disease that'll eventually kill Baraka.

The salve on the cloth seems to have worked a little, because at least Kenshi isn't moaning in pain every few seconds anymore. Not that it makes things significantly more cheerful, but it does help the atmosphere a bit.

Johnny taps on his knees as he sits, eyes darting between looking at Kung Lao and Kenshi. He's kind of in between where the two have sat themselves, a visual and metaphorical median between the two ways one could possibly react to getting imprisoned by a sorcerer that's almost 100% going to kill you. (To be fair, there isn't much that connects the points of "casually talking about a stranger's terminal illness with them as though you're both standing by the office water cooler talking about whatever hit TV show is airing these days" and "rocking back in forth in the corner about how a different terminally ill stranger took your eyes and you have nothing left in this world." Johnny supposes the best middle point is "looking anxiously between your two co-workers and not saying anything because Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you supposed to say in this situation besides aforementioned terminal illness.")

He really wishes that Kenshi still had his eyes, because every time he looked at Johnny, it always seemed to make everything feel okay.

Johnny thinks for a second and then scoots closer to Kenshi. It's only once he accidentally bumps up against Kenshi's foot and scares the living shit out of everyone in the cell that he realizes he probably should've given an audible cue that he was going to be approaching the newly blind guy.

After Kenshi's done having a mini panic attack over the sudden Hollywood A-lister jumpscare he's gotten, Johnny looks at him and asks, quietly, "Do you want to hold Sento for a bit?"

Kenshi turns to face him and even underneath the newly christened blindfold, Johnny can tell that Kenshi is looking at him with the most surprised and reverent eyes in the universe. The kind of look that you'd get and say "fuck this stupid sword, I'd pay $3 million just to get this guy to look at me like that again."

Kenshi's mouth opens as though he's going to say something, but it shuts again before any words or sounds can come out. He opts to nod in response and Johnny takes the scabbard from off his back, holds it in his hands gently and passes it to Kenshi. Their fingertips graze one another, a way to indicate that the blind man is in the right spot. The touch sends crackles of electricity through Johnny and he wonders if Kenshi feels them too.

It's like the tattoos on Kenshi's hands are swirling around him, colors dancing in front of his eyes. It's more beautiful than any lame fucking Disney movie ever could be.

The yakuza's voice is hoarse as he says "Thanks." It's so small that Johnny can almost see it breaking in the air. He wants to put his hand on Kenshi's and tell him that things will be okay, that he's going to pay for a sight companion, any kind of corrective surgeries he wants, whatever it takes. He wants to tell him that he's still just as strong and fierce and goddamn handsome now as he was before. He wants to kiss him so fucking badly it makes his entire being ache.

He settles for saying "You're welcome," and then sitting next to Kenshi in silence.

He watches the way that he holds Sento in his hands, feels every single nick in the scabbard, every single imperfection. It's the first time in Johnny's life that he's ever wanted to be a sword and, if he keeps hanging out with Kenshi after this, (which he hopes he can), it almost certainly won't be the last.

Johnny wishes that Mileena had taken Kenshi's tear ducts with her after she'd stabbed his eyes out, because the short sad sobs that wrack through his body are almost too much to bear witness to. When he cries, it moves through his entire being. It sends a shockwave from his gut upward, makes him lurch his shoulders forward and hug himself.

"H-Hey, what's wrong?" Johnny asks. He knows it's a stupid fucking question, obviously everyone knows what's wrong, most of all the guy it happened to. But it's all he can think to ask as he watches Kenshi continue to awkwardly jerk alongside his cries.

Kenshi's head turns to face Johnny. From beyond the thin red cloth that covers his eye sockets, Johnny can feel them boring into him.

"Cage, could I touch you? I want to remember what your face looks like."

If Johnny were operating on his full mental capacity, he would probably explode at this question. He would become the fireworks they popped last night at the banquet over their heads as they feasted. He would be attached to one end of a fuse with Li Mei holding the other end, readying herself to spark it and send him to the stratosphere.

"Y-Yeah, of course you can, Ken-doll. Just make sure not to damage the goods - people pay good money for this mug to show up on their big screens."

The smugness in his voice would normally earn him a "tch" or a groan, (or an eye roll), from Kenshi. Hearing him chuckle under his breath makes his heart soar.

He turns his face toward him and waits, but no touch comes. His eyes close, he anticipates the electricity to come back... and instead he hears Kenshi clearing his throat awkwardly.

Johnny opens his eyes and finds that Kenshi's still got his hands on Sento. He tries not to be jealous of the sword again, but as with any other time he's tried not to be jealous of someone or something that has what he wants, he fails miserably.

"Could you get closer, Cage?"

"Not the first time I'm hearing that question, won't be the last. How close you need me, handsome?"

The words come out before he can even process them. Jesus Christ, is he really that much of a disaster that he can just openly call a guy he's been crushing on for at least a month handsome without even thinking about it? He's a fucking mess. His wife left him and now he doesn't know how to act. She was gonna be the only person he'd ever be able to trick into loving him and now she was gone.

"I'm going to turn, and I suggest you do the same. I want to be facing you. You can sit with your legs touching mine if it helps."

Great, now Kenshi has a colorful blindfold that also serves as a perfect swatch for the shade of red Johnny's face turns every time the man says something that's totally fucking normal for two people that are acquainted with one another.

Johnny does as he's told, because if there's one thing he's good at, it's taking directions. (Ignoring literally every single major motion picture he's ever been in, every statement he's ever made to the press after consulting his legal teams and public consultants, and generally living life up until this point.)

His knees knock against Kenshi's and it takes him aback for a second, how giddy and childish the butterflies he feels in his stomach are. Getting to know Kenshi was so simple. He wishes he had just taken a second and been less of a dickwad back when they'd first met, because maybe then it'd be easier for him to grow a pair of cajones and tell Kenshi that he doesn't spend a single night without thinking about how much he wants to trace the tattoos on his hands and arms. Maybe if he had just given Sento over, it'd be easier to admit that the low rumble of Kenshi's voice does something to stir up the pool of heat in his stomach that he thought had been long since gone after getting married to Cristal. Maybe if he hadn't tied Kenshi to one of his kitchen chairs, it'd be easier to ask him if kissing washed-up celebrities was something he'd be interested in doing.

"I'll put my hand out, you lean forward to match it."

Kenshi's palm is extended and it takes every ounce of willpower in Johnny's aching body to not press his lips against it. He leans forward until his cheek is lightly touching the yakuza's hand.

He must be hearing things, because he swears he hears Kenshi's breath hitch when they make contact for the first time. Nah, surely not. Must've been the wind.

If Kenshi's senses are heightened because of the loss of his vision, then Johnny's senses are heightened because of the gain of his touch. He purses his lips together to stop from letting out some sort of obscene sound as he feels Kenshi's hand slowly smooth over his cheek. He thanks whatever fucked up Gods exist other than Liu Kang that he finally got on that moisturizing routine that he learned off of TikTok three months ago.

As Kenshi's hand slowly feels out every angle and curve of Johnny's face, his thoughts rush a mile a minute. He wonders if he should've done a closer shave today - maybe his stubble is gonna be too sharp and it'll hurt Kenshi and leave him with little cuts or rug burn on his pretty perfect wrap-around-my-throat-please hands. He wonders if his nose is too big. He wonders if he maybe should've invested in hair plugs after that one weird SNL dropout made a comment about his weird square hairline back when he guest starred on the Comedy Central roast of Megan Fox. He wonders if his eyes are too small or too large or too close together or too far apart. He wonders if he should smile so Kenshi can feel his dimples.

"Yep, it all feels just like how I remember it. Although the stubble has gotten a little longer."

That is certainly not the answer he was expecting to hear.

His voice is small, barely there, as he chokes out his question. "You remember what I look like?"

Kenshi nods. "I do."

Johnny goes to open his mouth to ask, "Then why did you ask to touch it if you already knew?"

But then Kenshi's fingers are on his lips, tracing them with the reverence he'd have holding Sento, and for a moment, Johnny finally thinks he's better than that stupid fucking sword. His smile has the same curves, the same edges. The only difference is that Kenshi can't accidentally hurt himself this way. (He can, however, accidentally hurt Johnny. But even that would be better than the alternative, he thinks.)

Kenshi's thumb is on his bottom lip, the rest of his hand now holding Johnny's chin. If he tilts it up even one degree, Johnny thinks it'll be over for him, that he'll be kissing Kenshi before he can even think to stop himself. He'd always had poor impulse control - why else would he have spent $3 million on a fucking sword to hang up in his living room?

"These are the same, too. I'm glad you weren't hurt in the fight, Cage."

Johnny feels so fucking overwhelmed. He wants to ask so many things. First of all, what does "these are the same, too" mean? Second, why does he care about the guy who bought his fucking family heirloom and refuses to give it back? Third, why does he insist on calling him Cage like one day he won't end up calling him Johnny and breaking his heart? Fourth, what in the goddamn fuck does he mean about Johnny's fucking lips being the goddamn motherfucking same?!

Johnny decides to play it up like he always does. "Well, 'course. Gotta keep my pretty mouth. It's what makes the big bucks. I wouldn't be the same without it."

Kenshi smirks, and thank Liu Kang's weird god siblings that he's blind right now, because Johnny is beet red, mouth agape, with his eyebrows raised (and he's fairly certain that something else also rises).

"That's true. You would not be the same without that infamous mouth." Kenshi accents the compliment(?) with a playful slap to Johnny's cheek, and then his hand is withdrawn entirely, leaving an empty ghost where he should still be holding Johnny's face in his hands.

He bites back the urge to immediately ask if Kenshi wants to know just how infamous the mouth is, and settles for clearing his throat and moving back to sitting against the wall next to Kenshi.

He looks over at him after he's gotten calmed down. His heart is still jackhammering against his ribs, but as long as Kenshi can't feel his pulse, he doesn't have to know. Kenshi seems to sense Johnny's eyes on him because he turns to face him, red blindfold all that stands between the gaping holes where Kenshi's eyes used to be and Johnny's gaze full of adoration.

The yakuza grabs Sento from his lap and hands it back to Johnny.

"Thank you. I appreciate you letting me hold it. And I appreciate your help in grounding me back to reality."

Johnny nods, taking Sento back and putting it where it so wrongfully deserves to be, strapped against Johnny's sore fucking back.

"No problem. Lemme know whenever you get the urge to feel out what an Adonis looks like, I'm happy to oblige." His comment is a means to an end. He plays up the egoism to ignore the shock that courses through him as Kenshi's fingertips touch his one last time.

He resolves then and there to give Sento back as soon as they escape from here, and they will escape.

This cannot be the last time he feels Kenshi's hands on him.

Baraka whispers, about as well as he can without lips or an inside voice, "Do they not realize how much they yearn for one another?"

Kung Lao shakes his head, putting a hand on Baraka's shoulder and immediately regretting it once he feels a spike tear into his palm. "They've just gotta be stupid about it for a bit longer. They'll figure it out."

"Surely their pining has to cause some sort of agony for you as well, does it not, Earthrealmer?" Baraka looks genuinely confused, or as close to it as he can get from what Kung Lao can tell.

Kung Lao hangs his head, sighing languidly. "Of course it does. But what else am I gonna do about it? Tell them? They're not gonna believe me. Trust me, they've got to figure it out on their own time, or they never will."

And as he sees Johnny's hand inch closer to Kenshi's, finally overlapping the tattoos and interlocking their fingers, Kung Lao thinks that maybe the agony won't last much longer.

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mellowwillowy · 2 months

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Back at Yan! Bishop vs Yan! Preacher agenda (GN)

CW: Somnophilia, tentacles (Eldritch horror), asphyxiation

Yan! Preacher who is just a walking menace, he is much more of a demon than a man of holy scriptures, always teaching you entirely false things.

Yan! Preacher who won't hesitate to pull Yan! Bishop's leg for shits and giggles, a hand that lingers on you longer than intended, a lip that is so threateningly close to yours, and a knee pressed down on your crotch by the church altar.

Yan! Bishop who is almost always fuming in anger whenever such indecencies are shown, chiding hands and lips get close to you as he yanks you close to him instead. Despite the vein that popped out of his skin, he could never get angry with you.

Yan! Preacher who enjoys the little cat and mouse game thoroughly with both you and him, ready to end the game whenever he feels so.

Yan! Bishop who will resort to restricting you from meeting the preacher, even going as far as installing locks on your bedroom.

Yan! Bishop who loves you dearly to the point he’s ready to burn the full ache he gets from looking at you sticking around the Preacher, so much that forbidden magic is imbued on the locks.

"Quite the nice locks there, huh? These would burn if I ever lay my fingers on it, no?"

"Then I suggest you not try your hand on it or them lest I decide to burn you myself."

Noel frowned at the way Caelus leaned onto the door to your bedroom casually, as though challenging him to do so. As much as the locks would burn him, it would only amount to tripping him but never making him fall.

At that statement, the bishop raised one of his eyebrows, "Pardon?"

"Done locking it? If so, I think it's time for you to scram."

"The same can be said of you, what are you waiting for?"

"The same as you."

The golden-eyed man flashed him a toothy grin that reached his eyes, "Think I'd never catch your tail? How many times have you worshipped them to the point you copulate with them?"

Noel twitched at his remarks. As though he was remarked to be a mutt in heat, he could also not deny the fact that he had done something unpardonable.

Caelus rounded his way toward Noel and gave his shoulder a squeezing pat, "I'd also rather not sit idly waiting for you to leave just to get my fair share of play."

With a flick of a wrist, the Preacher's finger was imbued with a glowing magic that allowed him to break the locks. Caelus nodded in gratitude for the undoing, "But when it comes to exorcising, I suppose having a lending hand won't hurt."

"Your point is?"

The Preacher smiled at his words, "I'd say we enjoy this together, I won't do anything with your little adoration game to my doll though I must say, sharing is never my forte..."

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It felt vivid. Within your dreamscape, you could feel something rocking you yet in an oddly pleasurable way. Ghost of fingers and tongues that felt your skin to a dull ache between your legs.

"Didn't I tell you to not fuck like a bitch in heat?" Noel chided the other, failing to keep his wording proper when his cock was snuggled deep inside your mouth, tip twitching just from the rumble of your throat when Caelus managed to hit the right spot.

"Shut it, fraud." Caelus hissed in gritted teeth as he angled you to take his cock even deeper, "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, can't you hear those little whimpers they make for me?"

As much as he'd like to give his fair face a punch, Noel couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that you two were never an item. But so were you and Caelus!

"Then I have the right to say the same too." Noel's eyes fell on your sex, his fingers trailed from your navel to it, feeling the warmth it emitted before working on it, earning yet another whimper from you that made him jerk his hips unwillingly.

"Ooh~? Pretty boy is having a hard time?"

"Shut it-" Noel clasped his mouth with the back of his hand, his hips snapping backward and forward, chasing his own climax albeit gently in a sense. Just as the Bishop's mind was clouded in lust, his red orbs focused on your face, the Preacher took his chance to manipulate your dream into a picture of reality.

"Hm..." His hand traveled to your neck, holding the rosary tightly for a moment before snapping his hips hard and fast.

Caelus couldn't manipulate it even just for a 1/3, let alone entirely. It was not a pleasant fact knowing that he wasn't in charge of the situation alas he could only unravel his displeasure into you.

His finger grazed the rosary as he muttered out a spell, his other hand rested on Noel's back before imbuing it with magic, pushing Noel toward you abruptly.

"Hkh-! What in the world are you-" Just before Noel could elbow him, the rosary tightened around your neck, causing you to groan and sending a wave of pleasure toward Noel's cock that was nuzzled deep in your throat now.

Noel's eyes were trained to the ominous threat yet his mind just could not stop causing him to rut into you, desperate for a release. And release did he have it, the idea of it trickling down through your trachea in ease made him shiver.

"Wh-what? Shit, can't pull it out."

"Hm? I never knew the Bishop enjoys molesting his followers like this, bruising their throat and getting off from it." The Preacher snarked at him, his pace remained steady as shadows of tentacles glowered into an image.

The rosary fell loose, allowing Noel to pull out and adore the mess he had done. His finger went to wipe the stain he left before he gave your lip a soft kiss, causing the other entity to roll his eyes.

"How uncivilized."

"More like you're the uncivilized one here with how foul your methods are..."

"I'm not a mirror you know."

"Done being lovey dovey? If so, you ought to scram, I need space."

Noel raised one of his eyebrows before he saw the shadow again. Numerous tentacles appeared out of the shadow and folded you into a mating press, ankles placed by your ears.

"You-!" Noel's hand was swung into motion as he tried to imbue it with magic yet nothing would come out, causing Caelus to chortle at his attempt.

"You are doing great in controlling their dream but that's just as far as you can go. Abuse more power and you might just set yourself on fire instead." As much as Noel was capable of doing so, he knew that he was not on the same level when it came down to magic with Caelus.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

Caelus hummed out an ancient lullaby you had always enjoyed hearing him sing, his rutting rocking you back and forth like a baby in a cradle being rocked back and forth.

The tentacle threatened itself into your mouth, the suckers feeling your tongue before it entered deeper, and the other gave your neck a squeeze that was barely below crashing your windpipe.

Whimpers, or should Noel noted, choked sobs slipped past your filled mouth, and a single tear fell out of your heavily lidded eyes. Noel knelt down and his tongue went to lick it upward, savoring the saltiness before peppering your face with kisses as he hushed you down, his hand clasped against yours.

"You are doing great, shh... good... good..."

At the sight of your hand clasped with Noel's, Caelus's eyes flickered in disdain yet he held back his comment, lip turning downward and his pace started to turn into a bruising one, uncaring of whether you were pleasured or not.

If he could snap you out of your dream, he would. That way, just perhaps you would freak out and let go of Noel's hand, gripping the bedsheet tightly looked better if you were hesitant in holding his hand or tentacle.

The tentacles squeezed themselves harder against your neck, causing more tears to slip out and louder sobs to fall out. It did not bother Caelus in the slightest for he knew,

𝘛𝘩𝘦 '𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦' 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

A flash of you passed through his mind, snapping him out of his trance, and he bit his lip to the point it bled, his seed nestled deep inside you as his hip halted in place.

The tentacles retreated as he pulled himself out, and your body laid back properly as a dribble of cum leaked out of your abused hole. Noel's hand was still clasping yours as his now gleaming turquoise eyes locked with Caelus' golden orbs.

Two glowing eyes stared at each other in disdain, ready to strangle each other.

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"Keep looking at me like that and I'll have you sent to Carcosa."

"And keep sticking around them and I'll have you burnt, monster."

You woke up to the birds chirping, opening your eyes as you adjusted your eyes to the light. You tried to sit up only to feel a dull ache in your hip. Weirded out, you slipped your feet into your slippers only to feel ached on your ankles,

"Wha-" You clasped your throat, it hurt when you tried to speak and your voice was hoarse.

Just what in the world had happened during your sleep? Setting worries aside, you were certain that both Noel and Caelus would have the answer for it.

Author’s Note:

Carcosa is a fictional city in Ambrose Bierce's short story "An Inhabitant of Carcosa" (1886)

While writing this, I have to make @thescribeoflostmemories helps me around with Caelus [one, because Caelus is half inspired by one of his OC so she knows his way around lol (also to not OOC his OC painfully <3)]

#CatboX #x GN Reader #Yandere x Reader #Noel the Unbent #Caelus the Henchman #yandere smut #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere OC #Kudo for them not fightin throwing punches mid sex #yandere eldritch horror

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I'm a huge fan of Ian, but one criticism of him that I've seen that I kind of agree with is that he sometimes falls into "look how much I know about Sonic" in his writing. For example, a number of references in Frontiers like Tails namedropping Dark Gaia out of nowhere. It's a nice change of pace from Sega not knowing where they wanted to go with Sonic for like a decade, but it might be too far in the opposite direction. What do you think?

There's definitely a thin line between Ian's love of references and lore and lyric quotes being fun and grating, yeah. I think he tends to do it well, choosing things that will support and enhance the story he's trying to tell rather than just dropping random references for the sake of it, but sometimes it can kinda make me roll my eyes and go "okay, Ian, settle down buddy." He readily admits that sometimes he just really wants to play with all the toys in the toy box.

I think an example I might point do would be some of the Classic Sonic comics for IDW. The Tails special in particular felt like it relied very heavily on Ian being excited to use the Witchcarters again, and to use Flicky Island as a setting, but I felt like the story left me wanting a little more beyond just "this obscure old stuff is back again." (The art in all the Classic stuff is phenomenal, though, of course.)

Frontiers absolutely is jam packed full of references, but I think it works there because acknowledging and building off of decades of continuity is one of the main points of the story in Frontiers. It's part of a greater effort Sega has been making to acknowledge Sonic's legacy after much of the late '00s and early 2010s were spent being kind of ashamed of that stuff and trying to streamline the series. Frontiers, meanwhile, wanted to look back on all those past adventures and their inconsistent writing and figure out how to wring some proper character arcs out of them, so that the cast can reflect on those arcs and figure out what they want to do next. Mining hit-or-miss old material for a compelling throughline like that has always been something Ian's excelled at - it's literally what he did to the Archie comics when he started out - and having the characters acknowledge their past adventures is a part of that. It gives us a sense that Sonic and co. really have gone through a lot together, and that those experiences have shaped who they are today.

It's also worth remembering that a ton of more casual Sonic fans aren't as immersed in the state of the canon or Ian's referential writing style as we are. When Frontiers came out you'd see people say stuff like "OMG, Sonic mentioned Jet the Hawk!! I didn't know Sonic Riders was canon to the main series! I loved those games!" That kind of reaction is probably a big part of why those references are there. Sega wants fans to know that Sonic DOES have continuity, unlike a series like Mario where every game and sub-series is kind of its own thing, and that all the old stuff still matters. And if that's what you wanna do, then Ian's the guy for the job.

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ameagrice · 6 months

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GENESIS

CHAPTER ONE—INTRODUCTION

summary: beginnings are never easy. you contemplate your life from start to finish, and try your best to make sense of it all.

Remembering the beginning, would always hurt.

“Hey—come on, kid, get away from my front door.”

Your ears rang loudly, almost too loud to hear the woman’s voice.

Something nudged your leg. “Come on, move it. Now.”

Remembering the days spent running the length of the training building.

Sweat pouring down your back. Laughter, alongside friends.

Remember. Remember. Remember. It seemed all you were ever able to do.

And a time when it all felt it was slipping through your fingers despite all your best efforts.

“Come on!” You cried. His coat was cold under your grip. “Get up! Joel, get up!”

Desperation was a killer, and a brutal one at that. A scream was building its way up your throat. Your throat pinched with the shrill desperation in your words. Your breath came out raggedly, looking down at the man you looked to for guidance.

“What do I do?” A cry tore from your chest. “Joel, what the fuck do I do?!” You screamed. “Where’s Tess?!”

Joel remained still, and footsteps from above terrified you into shifting. Grabbing at the rusted screwdriver off the floor, you got to your feet, fear gripping you around the shoulders.

A creak at the top of the staircase, and you could scarcely breathe, let alone will your feet to run.

A black boot made its way into your vision, landing quietly on the top step, and you bolted.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Sometimes, laying in bed, you would think back on moments that seemed so insignificant, that later actually led to something so wonderful you could not comprehend how you got so lucky.

Like a dreamy day in Jackson.

“Feet off the couch.” Tess swiped them off the armrest. You let them fall, your mouth quirking up. You watched Tess walk away into the kitchen down the hall, and quickly put them back up.

“Joel’ll be home soon,” she said. You turned your eyes to the ceiling, counting the cracks. “You wanna start on the chores?”

“Not particularly.” Your eyes followed a crack in the plaster, seeing how far it went. Tess’s unusual silence quirked your wonder, and you raised your head.

And was greeted to the sight of a dirty cup, and it’s contents of dirty dish water dangling over your head. There Tess stood, an eyebrow raised.

“Alright! I’m going. Can’t a girl get five minutes of peace?”

“Five minutes?” She scoffed. “You’ve lay there all day!”

“You’d complain if I was out doing drugs,” you rolled your eyes, playfully, and walked over to the sink, eyeing the dishes from this morning’s breakfast. Joel’s leftover tea had stained the water a murky brown.

A tea towel hit you in the head, and you laughed. “You—dishes, now.”

The rest of the chores continued in silence, a comfortable one. It wasn’t very often that you and Tess actually had any time to spend together these days. Between her newfound love of odd-jobs around the town and a favouritism for the Tipsy Bison, it had been difficult to sit and talk to her for long. Not that you’d sat around doing nothing the last few weeks; Joel had been insistent on you attending the small school at least twice a week, if not for learning then for some proper company. Since then, all day every day you strolled the town with new friends, only heading back home when the streetlights came on (per Joel’s ask).

The quiet in the house allowed the sound of footsteps on the porch to grow closer, a certain heaviness that only came with Joel’s strides. Keys jingled, and the front door opened, letting in the cooling, end-of-September air. Tess threw him a casual ‘hey’ from her spot in the living room.

“Got something to tell you,” he said, referencing Tess. Thankfully, he sounded…relieved?

“‘S it good or bad? Don’t ruin the mood, Texas.”

He chuckled. “It’s good. Hey, kiddo. Thought you’d be out today?”

Kiddo. You’d never had a proper nickname before. The fact that Joel stuck by it and used it continuously…well, it made you feel warm.

“I was gonna,” you shrugged. “Just kind of wanted to relax today.”

At the beginning, you’d been almost timid with Joel, unsure of how he would take things you said or did. Tess was easier to get along with, and you wanted to say more caring, too. Joel protected you when he had to, when he had no choice—during your trek out of the Boston Quarantine Zone, ambushed by clickers, and the time you’d barely gotten away from David. At one time, you felt perhaps he felt he had an obligation to you for Tess. Tess cared for you because she wanted to; maybe not in the way you needed at the time, but in a way you appreciated—bandaging your cuts when you got hurt, halving her food for you during your travels across the country during a particularly difficult winter.

Despite everything bad that had happened since then, the very start, you were grateful. Grateful for this house beginning to turn into a home. Grateful for the sacrifices both Joel and Tess had made.

You finish the dishes, and find your place under the window in the great armchair, under the patch of sun. In the hallway, Tess dusts the staircase banister, humming under her breath. Joel walks around upstairs. Everything is calm.

You almost itch for adventure. The cogs of your body scream at you to keep going. It’ll take some time to rewire them, to teach your brain that this is safe. Maybe you’ll never sit still again. Perhaps this is who are you and will always be.

The beginning was not easy. And let’s be real; when is it ever? When asked to explain it all years later, and when you finally came to put your past to paper in an old, yellow diary, you began with the story of a boy forever aged fourteen, of two young teenagers scaling the walls of their home, and the night that kickstarted it all.

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CHAPTER 2

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polaroid love - bonus. 3.0: its a date (half written)

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to say the least, hanni was a nervous wreck. not only was she going out with her crush who she admires so much but the fact that they were alone. yn gave her the option if she wanted to invite some of their friends so that things wouldn’t be awkward or tense but she wanted this. hanni wanted to see if she actually likes yn and not as an idol admiring an idol.

yn was also nervous, maybe it was better to ask minji out as well, test things out with the pair. still no backing out, she’s already outside their dorm, knocking and waiting. she could hear hyein screaming she’ll get the door, followed by hanni screaming no, only for minji to open the door.

“hey.”

“hey.” there was something different about minji that day, maybe it was the fact that she likes the leader of the monster rookie that is newjeans. her small shy smile and the way there was a bit of a blush on her cheeks. cute.

“yn, hi.”

“ready?” then again, yn was here for hanni. minji is someone she’ll come back to, go on a date with, vibe check and if things hit off, and she’s sure of her feelings for either one of the two, who knows.

hanni is someone who she chose to be with first, and the way the girl looks at her says it all, from the subtle blush, slow reaching to hold her, and the sense of comfort. now she remembers why she couldn’t decide.

feelings are complicated. that’s one thing she’s certain of.

“i’ll see you guys later. bye bye.” the pair waved their goodbye, hanni wrapping her arm around yn’s. all minji could do was close the door as she watched the pair walk away.

haerin and danielle would surely discuss things with either of the two.

walking away from the building, hanni was shocked to see a black mercedes benz s-class parked outside of their dorm. what continued on is the fact that yn has the keys to the car.

“you have a driver’s license?”

“just recently got it. no one knows.”

“so… you’d say i’m the first to find out?”

yn nodded as she opened the door to the passenger seat letting hanni settle down first before shutting the door and running to the driver seat. the aux cord was passed to hanni, which is already a major green flag for her as she has the freedom to pick the vibe and what she thinks yn likes. a perfect opportunity to know more about her.

“are you fine with listening to one direction or pop in general?” yn smiled at the question, having noticed that hanni wants both parties to enjoy or rather expand one’s music taste. either way, she was happy that hanni asked before playing anything.

“yeah, my music taste is just a lil bit of everything.” next thing they knew, hanni was playing wild heart by the vamps from her birthday playlist. it was off to a great start, yn vibing with her and even singing the lyrics, a personal concert followed by harry styles and so on.

hanni never expected to laugh and cry at yn’s antics, somewhere within the ride she wasn’t expecting yn to be a bit energetic. the girl was none to be a bit cold and chaotic with her members but hanni felt warmth, comfort, and overall was having a blast.

it didn’t take for them to reach their destination, yn wasn’t lying about it being lowkey cause it was well hidden amongst the streets of hongdae. acquainted with the minimalist restaurant with its furnishing being similar to a cafe, soft jazz music in the background and not a lot of people inside and within the area. hanni would have assumed this was a date if things weren’t so casual between the pair.

settling down in a small booth that is far from the small group of people, a waiter who was a bit too excited to see kpop idols in their restaurant took the pair’s orders, after the initial shock of seeing yn and hanni. yn ordered first as to give her friend? date? some more time to pick, which didn’t take long because hanni had already picked one as soon as yn was finished.

“so that’ll be a chicken pesto pasta and carbonara, would you like anything to drink?” before yn could say say anything (usually just getting water), hanni had beaten to her it.

“thank you for the offer, but water is just fine.” the waiter let the pair be as yn looked at hanni amazed. usually people would get a drink such as cider or alcoholic if she’s with twice or stray kids. even yoona who she usually goes out to eat with would get cola, not a lot of people prefer water.

“how’d you know?” hanni hummed looking at yn who had a small smile. that smile is gonna be the death of me.

“the fact that i don't order any drinks and that i mainly get water.” would it be weird to tell yn who is her crush that she’s watched their content and took notice of the little things such as what drink she orders or the fact that yn is a bit acidic as to why she always has meds for it wherever she goes? yes.

“just a hunch plus, where we are going after needs our stomachs to be filled but not something to cause us stomach aches.” yn could only laugh at the girl in front of her, maybe it was hinting a bit to her many instances of getting acid reflux but it was nice that hanni is considering the possibilities.

“would you enlighten me with your plan after dinner, ms pham?” maybe hanni is being delusional by imagining calling yn mrs. pham.

“that is a surprise, ms. sim.”

“ok, jagiya.” the flirtatious side of yn was already showing but she was not expecting the sudden call sign, sure it was a play on words with jagiya being a close translation to honey but its also used for baby or babe.

“already giving me call signs, take me out on a date first.”

“isn’t this a date already, hanni?” the shock, the boldness, how could hanni not fall for yn when she’s still daring even in a public setting with high chances of being caught on camera.

“then it’s a date. who am i to say no.” yn likes the boldness, the playful banter being a key factor to their relationship.

the entire dinner consisted of going back and forth, asking each other questions, knowing more of their habits and clearly, yn would be changing hanni’s contact anytime soon. their entire conversation is purely filled with laughter, playful banters, not a dull moment or any dead air. hanni finding out how yn knew their names just from eunchae.

“so i basically paid for her food and her hangout with kyujin. in the end she also managed to make chaewon make a gc with all of us.”

“hard to believe that haerin made that happen.”

yn learned how hanni became a trainee.

“so the girl in the video was minji?”

“YEAH! minji just played it when i was training with her and it took me a while to process that it was her.”

“that’s such a small world.”

dinner went by faster than they expected, going out of the restaurant two hours after their arrival. they even fought for who was going to pay only for yn to make a deal with hanni, that she could pay for the second half (where hanni plans/ decides where to go). sure, it was probably going to be a lot cheaper for hanni but yn doesn’t mind, the girl she’s with is her top priority.

before leaving the restaurant, hanni had to make a quick run to the restroom. the date was running smoothly, even better than she expected and yn had considered her comfort all throughout. slightly panicking as this will certainly be a night to remember, making her fall deeper for the girl she’s with.

it wasn’t any different for yn, who was also panicking, she was not expecting any of these. the fluttering feeling in her heart, the butterflies in her stomach, and the way hanni listens to everything she says even if it were total nonsense.

“ready?”

“as i’ll ever be.”

this time the pair walked slower than when they first arrived at the restaurant, taking their time despite knowing they’re going somewhere else after. the extra time was a need rather than a want, hanni trying to hold onto yn’s hand during the cold autumn air. she wasn’t being subtle as yn held onto her hand because she was taking too long. the walk was quiet, peaceful, and a bit of time to relax before they head on to hanni’s chosen destination.

“got a place in mind already?” hanni nodded as yn opened the car door for her again, it surely is a green flag move. she took the time to look around a bit in the car, clearly a bit brand new, a linger smell of her perfume, might be ariana grande’s cloud. a small plush of a shark at the backseat along with other necessities like an umbrella, extra clothes for who knows what, and her backpack. she probably came from work.

“hey.”

“hi.” that short comfortable silence, a bit of tension within, something is stopping the pair.

yn cleared her throat as she started the car, wearing her seatbelt which then hanni copied. “just punch in the place you wanna go to at the gps on my phone and we’ll be on our merry way.”

it was a no-brainer for hanni to pick han river, with that big of a place where not a lot of people go at night, it was perfect. a quick convenience store for their dessert and walking around, not a bad idea. so when yn finally got familiarized with the route she’s taking, knowing where it leads amongst her many night drives leading her to that very location, stepping on the gas for the thrill of it.

“YN!” despite screaming in fear of crashing, hanni was laughing along with yn. her melodious laugh that she tries to stifle sometimes but yn always found it cute. on top of the way how hanni looks at her after.

upon arriving at han river, at peace, silence, only a few people in sight but no one would bother them. yn’s safe haven, maybe it’ll become hanni’s new fave place after tonight. as planned, hanni wanted to get dessert, a simple ice cream or a drink while they walked around the area. it was no surprise that yn would get the cider while hanni chose a simple popsicle despite the cold weather. thanking the cashier as they left, as if they were cartoons, the way that hanni held onto yn’s hand as they walked back to land through the bridge that swayed along with them.

“thank you for the treat.” hanni could only laugh as yn held onto her bottle of cider.

“thank you for driving and for dinner, which you treated us when we first went out as well.” yn shrugged as she slowly made hanni closer to her, the cool air along with a few cars passing by. maybe some couples going on their own little night walks, yn was at ease.

“gift giving is my love language, hanni.”

“its so not obvious.”

hanni could only laugh as yn playfully pushed her to the side but still not letting go of her hand.

“ok maybe its also acts of services… and quality time.”

“what about physical touch?”

yn lifted their intertwined hands, querking her eyebrow at the shorter girl who still had a popsicle stick in her mouth. no one knew what yn had in mind for her to take the stick out of hanni’s mouth, still not removing her other hand from hanni, but the close proximity is making her breath hitch, heart beating faster than usual, who wouldn’t be if her crush is literally an inch away from kissing her.

hanni was the one who looked away first, flustered and blushing so hard that she removed their intertwined hands to cover her face.

“you’re so mean.”

“s-sorry, i-i didn’t mean to be so close,” for a short while, things were a bit awkward, a large distance between them but not too much that the other would go astray.

hanni was panicking, yn had a lot on her mind, clearly both of them were not in their right minds that the way the awkwardness was broken when yn almost tripped. hanni laughed at the taller girl as she regained her composure.

maybe things won’t be so bad between the two if they ended up together. walking back to yn’s car laughing, discussing their interests until hanni fell asleep while yn sang peacefully to the songs hanni chose on the drive home.

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dragoon-the-greatest · 1 year

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I wanna see Merlin fight a volcano. Forget high priestesses or corrupt nobility or magical creatures. Just, Merlin having it out with forces of nature, Aang-style.

Okay here me out. Idk really anything about whether this would have made any sense geographically but we’re talking about a show that casually shows off deserts and the sea and a frozen wasteland all within a few days’ journey from Camelot, so let me have this.

Story concept under the cut.

Just, imagine Merlin, Arthur and Co. passing through some far-off village on the way home from such-and-such a diplomatic visit. The village is overshadowed by a giant mountain that unnerves Merlin. There’s a strange smoke that seems to emit from the top every so often, and there have been a few (small) earthquakes that have happened since arriving (they seem to worsen the closer they get to the mountain). The villagers try to assure him that this is not all that unusual and not worry about it (they have a system for appeasing whatever mountain spirits might be upset with them, and it seems to be working so far. Merlin has read about volcanoes with Gaius before and has his doubts that this is a spiritual matter rather than a scientific one, but he decides to leave the matter be for now).

The village is preparing for a festival when the gang passes through and they are invited to stay for its duration. Merlin has his reservations but everyone else seems on board ("Really, Merlin, it’s a mountain for crying out loud. Just a giant hunk of rock, it isn't going anywhere. Lighten up, would you?”), so they agree and settle down for a few days.

The festivities are in full swing; Merlin can hardly feel the tremors at this point between the mead and the constant motion around the dance floor. Just when he starts to think that maybe he was overreacting after all, he hears it. A low rumble fills the air, overshadowing the music and getting louder and louder until he can feel it in his very bones as the ground shakes in a way that no one can mistake as unsteadiness from alchol.

The ground cracks open and houses give way; the gravity of the situation hits and the villagers start running and screaming away from the collapsing structures. The knights do what they can to restore order and to evacuate the village as quickly as possible, but the villagers aren’t moving quickly enough. They all recognize enough about what’s going on to think that they ought to be putting distance between themselves and the mountain as the quakes continue to worsen, but Merlin is the only one who seems to understand how bad it’s about to become.

He feels the pressure inside the earth, building and building and building and he knows what happens next is not going to be pretty, will most likely be lethal. He looks around, at the parents carrying their crying children, at the lovers frantically clutching each other to keep their footing on the treacherous ground, at Gwen as she rallies the stragglers and comforts the frightened, at the knights trying to restore order through it all. At Arthur. They aren’t going to die here.

Merlin will make sure of it.

The knights look at him like he’s lost his mind when he starts walking towards the mountain, glaring at it like he can halt its motions with the intensity of his gaze alone. Arthur finally notices what he’s doing and runs after him; this just means that he has the clearest view of what happens next (save Merlin).

The earthquakes were one thing. Dramatic, terrifying, but gradual. A shock, but not completely unexpected after the fact. This, though. There were no words for the sound that hits Arthur’s ears as he sees it. An explosion on top of the mountain, a dark cloud flying down the rocky slopes like something from a nightmare. It’s too fast; he won’t reach Merlin in time. He won’t reach the villagers in time. He only has a few moments for regret before bracing himself for the cloud’s impact.

Merlin feels the exact second the pressure explodes from the mountain. He feels the earth’s agitation, the build up, the release. He has no spell, no plan, nothing other than a single thought. Not now. Not today.

Arthur looks up just in time to see Merlin throw his hands out, watches while the cloud passes around them, scorching but not deadly. He looks back at the villagers and sees that it passes over them as well. It’s like they are standing in some kind of dome, ash on all sides. The darkness just makes the gold from Merlin’s eyes shine all the brighter.

There is no time to react to this new information about his most trusted friend. They have to get out of there but the ground is still shaking, rocks are flying, there is too much happening and no way out. Not until --

“Enough!” a voice, a roar, something almost draconic fills the air, above the explosions and the rumbling of the earth. “You answer to ME!”

Merlin carries on a conversation with the earth that no one else sees. The earth rages and screams for release; Merlin’s magic screams louder. Finally, the earth begrudgingly agrees to wait. Not long; there is only so much bargaining to be done with the land itself, but hopefully it will be enough.

Merlin turns to the village, to the knights, to Arthur, eyes still shining gold and face radiating a hitherto unknown intensity, an authority, unexpected on the face of a servant and yet fitting all the same. Everyone stops for a moment, before- “Move! Now! What are you waiting for? We don’t have much time, we have to MOVE!”

They listen and begin to hurry in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. Merlin holds his hands aloft in the back of the group, maintaining the shield that keeps the ash at bay. The earth's shaking has calmed somewhat, but even the least-magical being there can feel it is only temporary. They hurry, and the air begins to clear the farther they go. It won't last, Merlin knows; he can feel the earth losing its patience. There is a limit even to Merlin’s magic, though he has never come so close to finding it before today. Deeming the air safe enough, Merlin drops his shield, opening it instead to stand between the villagers and the mountain. “Go! I’ll slow it down!”

The people hurry on, grateful, but not willing to waste the chance they’ve been given on sentimentality for the man who has saved them. The queen and the knights aren’t willing to leave their friend behind, but the people’s safety comes first. They stop to hug him, ruffle his hair, and Merlin is just this side of crying from relief that his friends don’t hate him, they don’t hate him! Even with the magic. They leave, and the only one left is Arthur.

Of course.

He can’t convince him to leave, and there isn’t time to try harder. Merlin needs to focus on the earth, on the magic that is starting to lose its grip. He can’t run for his life, hold up a shield, and commune with the earth at the same time, and spares a moment to share this with Arthur as a last ditch effort to explain why he has to leave.

Arthur hears. He hears and decides there is a fairly simple solution here.

“Put me down right this instant!”

“You know full well I won't, so I suggest you stop complaining and start communing!”

They get away in the end. The greatest sorcerer ever to walk the earth reconvenes with the rest of the group while bodily slung over the shoulders of his king.

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A year later, Arthur and his new Court Sorcerer have been invited to some distant kingdom called Atlantis. They get halfway there before Merlin stops, grabs Arthur’s reins, and promptly nopes his way back to Camelot.

#bbc merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #camelot #merlin fic #kinda?#fic concept #bamf merlin

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bajibitch · 2 years

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Request: another set of polyamory headcanons. Yandere!

Sanzu & Rindou, Baji & Chifuyu, Mitsuya & Draken

Haruchiyo & Rindou

Love: No one suspects any kind of relationship between them since they don't act any different. They both love you and respect one another but don't see a reason to force chemistry that isn't there. It's only apparent that they’re polygamous when you come around because they both flock to you and don't attack one another for sweet-talking and kissing you casually.

Crisis: Rindou hates that Haruchiyo wants to be fluid bonded with you since he doesn't want to use protection every time and every once in a while he asks if they can have a different arrangement but it gets shot down without hesitation.

Punishment: They don't care to hit you, in fact, most of the time they're relying on their strength to keep you in line. The most terrifying part is when they argue over who gets to put you in your place because they both voice what they want to do and decide which punishment is worse. If they can't agree on who does it then they just take turns. That's not to say that they jump for joy when you give them a reason to hurt you, they just expect you to be too fearful to act against them when they’re done.

Baji & Chifuyu

Love: They were dating each other first and the both of them hid their feelings for you from one another because they felt wrong, but after talking they decided their love was strong and they could give more without taking away from each other. It was easy joining the relationship since they weren't overbearing or impatient, giving you time to think about it.

Crisis: The problem comes when you want out of the relationship and learn you can't leave. Chifuyu’s able to handle your harsh words when you blow up on him but Baji can only take so much depending on what you say, so he matches your energy until you back down. Rather than talking with Baji after the arguments, Chifuyu would try to get you to be more understanding of the position you put them in and how you made them feel when you gave up on them.

Punishment: They don't want to do anything harsh like cutting or stabbing because they don't want to end up killing you from attacking the wrong area. Instead, they rely on isolation with just a bit of conversation when they’re cleaning you up or giving you a meal.

Ken & Mitsuya

Love: Being so close made them know each other almost as well as they knew themselves, so it wasn't hard to realize they felt the same way about you. At first, they agreed that they would leave you alone since they didn't want the other to be heartbroken, but the thought of having you stayed in their minds. It wasn't long before they caught each other stalking you and came to an agreement that involved you residing in their new home. They aren't together but they have a casual relationship.

Crisis: They’re both very understanding of your situation so they aren't surprised when you’re pushing them away and cursing them out since they know it's a lot to process. They’re not going to be rushing you to come to your senses and love them because they know it’ll only make it harder for you to adjust, so they are there for you in the best way that they can.

Punishment: Ken learns that Mitsuya can be pretty sadistic but since he doesn't go too far he doesn't complain and lets him take care of disciplining you. The punishments only happen when you try to harm them, it's never for things like needing space. However, if you were to run away they’d just install better security and take turns monitoring you until things were better.

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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I feel once venti relationship with creator got past the awkward room mate stage to the “practically sleeping in each other’s beds for more than JUST sleeping in each other’s beds” venti practically tried to get as much time woohooing under the sheets with creator as possible in that year before they both were dragged back to tyvat by albedo. That’s practically one of the reasons he says him and creator are practically married, since the whole fuck culture that exists here is nonexistent in tvat except in certain scummy places (brothels). Tho creator probably just thinks of him as fuck buddies or even bf/gf if she ever asked if he wanted to take the relationship to the next step.

'woohooing' omfg 💀

The latter part of that is something I was trying to insinuate, I really don't think casual sex and hookup culture is really thriving down there, and I especially don't think it would have been thriving when Venti was learning about the social norms of the world around him, so he probably would very heavily associate being intimate with a solid committed relationship, meanwhile titles are a bit looser around here, so if a particular form of relationship isn't specified, then it certainly isn't guaranteed, no matter what actions may or may not have been performed

Really there's so much room for miscommunication because of the potential in completely different social norms between Teyvat and our world, either in a comedy or drama sense, it's just there waiting to be utilized

But yeah Venti acting like a horny teenager, where he's just constantly in the mindset of 'Take me!' sounds pretty canon to me

And whenever they both do get back to Teyvat he'd be pretty upset about a lot of realizations, like the fact you two aren't actually in a committed relationship, and just because he makes you breakfast every morning and is super enthusiastic about being intimate with you doesn't mean you two are actually together in any way that really matters

Of course he's working on rectifying that the moment the realization hits, but sadly, since he didn't get in on it back when you two were living alone together and there wasn't actively a couple thousand people competing for your attention that you had a sense of obligation to, the best he can really hope for is consort

Though that's not going to stop him from calling himself your soulmate/spouse/lover to anyone and everyone who does and doesn't ask, as far as he's concerned, you two are completely bound together

Which also means there's going to be a pretty heavy surge of unpleasant feelings if you do have multiple consorts, and those apply tenfold if you actually treat them all the same

He's probably bitterly thought that if what you have is more comparable to an open relationship, then what exactly is stopping him from going around and sleeping with whomever he pleases? Since that's what you seem to be doing and all, with no regards to his own feelings might he add

The problem is there is no one else in the world he would prefer to have that sort of relationship with, and he probably couldn't even force himself in that position with another person if he really tried because it would feel too much like being unfaithful to you

Poor poor Venti, forever suck falling hopelessly in love with a person that hundreds of others are also hopelessly in love with

Funny little situation to end this off, but like the interaction I did with the sagau and yandere Ventis, if either regular sagau Venti or reverse isekai after they both return to Teyvat Venti met reverse isekai still in the creators world Venti... Both would tell him to never ever ever ever bring to reader to Teyvat ever and just stay there happy together because it gets so much worse

It's like the little devil/angel on the shoulder thing where the angel side would theoretically be Venti doing his due diligence to every single person in Teyvat and also you by returning you to your rightful place in your rightful position, where you would receive so many more luxuries than he could ever hope to give you himself, but both of them are just little devils and are all "If you take the creator back to Teyvat I will actually personally kill you right here for being an idiot. For the love of Barbatos (wait a minute—) don't do it!"

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #brainrot

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happyandticklish · 1 year

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The Gift of Your Laughter

Notes: I literally pulled this fic out of my ass last night for the holiday so be kind to it ;-; This fic doesn’t technically have a ton of tickling actually in it but you know what I don’t care because anticipation is more than half the fun anyway~ Happy Valentine’s Day, and enjoy a heavily flustered Levi with me~

Summary: Erwin knows Levi a little too well. Normally, Levi appreciates this, until it comes to a certain shared interest of theirs.

It started with a feather, which is what clued Levi in that he wasn’t overthinking it. A brown feather with white spots speckled throughout it and black streaks curving up the inside. It glistened in the sunlight coming in from the window, perfectly innocent on his desk. Erwin—the only person it could be, the only person who had access to his office—had made sure it was placed directly in the center, not wanting Levi to be able to miss it.

He hesitated, as though something was going to pop out of it and attack him, but after a moment Levi picked it up. He pinched the stem gingerly between his fingers holding it up to the light.

Soft. Beautiful. Rare. He brushed a fingertip over the edge of it, allowing the downy tufts to kiss his skin. He wasn’t sure where Erwin would have gotten something like this. He wasn’t even aware there were birds with such elaborate designs still around.

He looked around for a note, some sign of what it could possibly mean, but there was nothing. Just a feather and a world of questions. Levi grimaced in annoyance. He wasn’t fond of antics or surprises, and Erwin knew that. Whatever game he was playing, he wasn’t in the mood for it and he would be sure to let Erwin know the next time he saw him.

He kept the feather, though. He felt too bad not to. It was too delicate of a thing to simply throw away.

The second one came at lunch, nearly crushed by Levi before he noticed it. It was sitting on a chair, his chair, the chair he always sat at because it was isolated and far away from the noise of the cadets. This one was blue and Levi sucked in his breath helplessly. Blue. It was such an unimaginable color nowadays as the ink was far too expensive to ship in. To see it so blatantly in nature…

He picked it up, placing it carefully beside his lunch tray before continuing to eat with a growing sense of unease. He felt ridiculous for putting so much thought into it, but the gesture was so un-Erwin-like that he couldn’t help but dwell on it. There was yellow in the blue too. Probably, these were collected items from the olden years, before the Titans. It didn’t surprise him that Erwin had them, but this strange scavenger hunt method of gifting them was weird and suspicious all at once.

Finally, at feather number three, he put the pieces together.

The room was mostly Hange’s domain, part of their perverted scientific ‘experiments’ that they liked to execute. It had become less of an office at this point and more of some mad scientist lab mixed with a torture chamber. Levi was supposed to pick up some paperwork from them, but he paused when he entered the room and noticed them..

It wasn’t just feather number three. It was feather number four, five, and six as well, all four of them tied with a string that was dangling out of one of the holes in a pair of rustic stocks. The rush of air from the doorway ruffled them gently, causing them to twist and buffet in the air. Realization hit Levi at the same time that a flush crept its way up his neck and out to his ears.

Oh.

Thankfully Hange was absent, otherwise, Levi would have killed the both of them right then and there to cover up his oncoming embarrassment. He marched forward and snatched the feathers out of the stocks, crushing them in his hands and trying to ignore the way his heart was racing.

He tried to act casual as he made his way back to his office, one hand shoved in his pocket where he fiddled with the feathers. They felt soft. Really, really fucking soft. Anger and humiliation and something else that Levi didn’t want to put a name to rose inside of him at the ploy.

More than anything, however, he tried to stifle the creeping anticipation growing inside him. If he was right, and he sincerely doubted that he wasn’t, Erwin had planned this. Which meant Erwin was waiting, somewhere, to ambush him with this. Which meant that Levi had to choose whether or not to confront him or hide like a coward.

It really wasn’t a fair decision.

By the time he reached the door he felt jittery like he’d just pulled an all-nighter, his body tense with nervous energy.

It’s just tickling, he told himself, hand wavering over the knob. It’s just fucking tickling so get a hold of yourself. At least in your office, you’ll be safe so stop freaking out.

He pushed open the door determinedly and froze when he saw Erwin casually sitting in his chair.

“Levi.” He looked unfairly calm for how rattled Levi felt. “I see you got my message.”

He hadn’t realized he was still messing with the feathers. He stopped, pulling his hand out and glaring at him. “You’re in my spot.”

An arched brow. “You want to trade places?”

The implications of it sent a thrill running down Levi’s spine. Sitting down, strong arms wrapping around him, fingers crawling ever so softly up his sides, a voice whispering in his ear—

Instinctually, he glanced towards the open door and Erwin followed his gaze. “I’ll just catch you, you know. It would serve no purpose but to draw this out and make things worse for yourself.”

He was being so unbearably smug about this and Levi wanted to punch him for it. Instead, he settled on trying to shove down the smile begging to make itself known on his features, and focused his efforts towards survival. Erwin was right. There was no way he could outrun him even if he wanted to and right now Levi didn’t trust his body not to betray him into Erwin’s awaiting hands.

Still.

There was no way he was just gonna take this gift disguised as punishment.

Erwin’s chuckle rang out behind him as Levi bolted, an affectionate, amused sound that sent goosebumps prickling up the back of his neck. He slid around a corner, years of training kicking into gear as he expertly navigated his way through the building. He could hear Erwin pounding behind him and panic sent him flying down the stairs, skipping half a dozen steps in the process.

He knew he looked stupid as he raced past the barracks, a grown man running for his life and probably alerting half the camp while doing so, but he didn’t care. He could feel Erwin right behind him and his thoughts were betraying him as he imagined what it would be like to be caught, to be grabbed, to have his arms forced over his head—

Nope, no, not going there, not right now, now he needed to focus. Left or right. Dining hall or living quarters. Both public, both dead ends. He cursed under his breath, hesitating a bit too long as he weighed out the decision. Voices of confusion murmured behind him as soldiers recovered from the shock of their captain running for his life, and, more importantly, the last of Erwin’s boot falls landed on the stairs indicating he was catching up.

Levi flung open the bedroom door haphazardly, just barely managing to get inside before the door was shoved open once more. Levi flinched, stumbling back against the wall as Erwin calmly closed and locked the door behind him. Levi silently thanked any deity that was still be remaining that this particular room was absent at the moment.

“You shouldn’t have run.” Erwin looked more amused than annoyed, which wasn’t helping matters. “It’s impolite to turn down a gift.”

“A gift?” Levi scoffed, hating how out of breath he sounded. His gaze darted anxiously about the room, looking for any path of escape. “Is that what you’re calling this?”

Erwin arched a brow. He was taking slow, steady steps towards him that set Levi on edge. “Are you saying you don’t want it?”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Levi thinned his lips together in irritation. He could feel the heat crawling over his features and prayed that Erwin didn’t notice. He didn’t move when Erwin approached him, glaring up into his eyes as he pressed him against the wall.

Stop looking so goddamn helpless already.

“Wrists?”

Levi didn’t move, stubbornness rooting him to the spot.

“Should I make it an order?”

Levi’s gaze snapped up at him before slanting off to the side. “Cheater.”

“As if you didn’t cheat first.”

He felt positively giddy and he hated how much he loved it. Erwin had grabbed his wrists anyway, tugging them firmly up and against the wall. Levi pulled at them to check their hold—breakable, if he wanted. Which only made this worse because now Levi was forced to stand there and just endure it until Erwin had had his fill.

Levi tensed when fingers came to rest at his sides. “Erwin, the cadets.”

“What about them?” A twitch to his sides.

“They’ll hear,” Levi hissed, trying not to squirm already because god would that be embarrassing if one touch of Erwin’s hands was all it took to get to him. “They’ll hear and they’ll talk and the last thing I need is to deal with rumors about us spreading through the whole garrison.”

“Well then…” Erwin’s fingers jumped into action now, skritching and digging into Levi’s sides in a manner that made him want to crawl out of his skin. “I guess you’d better be quiet.”

Levi bit his lip, something that was horrendously close to a giggle nearly slipping past his lips. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was not happening, this was not happening right here, right now, not when there’s a bunch of nosy soldiers standing right outside that room forcing Levi to keep silent despite how ungodly ticklish Erwin’s nails felt against his shirt.

He kind of hated it.

He kind of loved it.

“Oh, and Levi?”

Erwin’s voice was close, his breath hitting the shell of Levi’s ears and making him scrunch his shoulders in defense. Nails slipped under his shirt to get at bare skin as a shiver rippled down Levi’s spine.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

#eruri #tickle fic #attack on titan #levi ackerman #erwin smith #aot #tickling #fanfiction

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count-alucard-tepes · 8 months

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Headcanons for our favorite GILF, Garp D. Monkey👊

I’m gonna make this applicable to when he was younger though because I was so fine and now he’s like my hot grandpa😍😍😍

He was always popular with the ladies but he would say the most random things because he was nervous and that would either be a hit or a miss with his love interests.

He had a number of mistresses before he settled down and found the one! He still maintains good relationships with them all.

He loves a dominant partner because he just isn’t one to give orders in general in or out of the bedroom, he’s just a lay back guy.

The way to his heart is being able to cook good meals! He’s not much of a drinker though, he doesn’t handle his liquor well.

His love language is acts of service, he would do anything to make his S/O happy or anything he cares about.

Fanfiction: A date with Garp😍

“I’m not getting old! What are you talking about, Sengoku! You’re older than me anyway!”, Garp said as he huffed while eating his rice crackers, lounging around in his colleague’s office.

“I’m just saying you should find someone and settle down again…at least before you go completely grey and senile”, Sengoku chuckled.

“…I just don’t have the time again…and you know how dangerous our job is, I couldn’t imagine putting anyone through that again”, Garp murmured.

“…you can make the time if you try…you have a lot of admirers if you open your eyes”, Sengoku said gently, “…in fact I have someone perfect for you…what do you say about a blind date?”, he asked gently.

Garp groaned a little as he ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, “…fine, if this gets you off my back then I will try”.

“Excellent! I’ll make all the arrangements and you just look sharp and be on time”, Sengoku said as Garp just nodded and walked off to do his duties for the rest of the day.

Sengoku would send him the details for the date that was apparently happening on the beach so it was pretty casual which is something that did take the pressure off Garp’s shoulders for once. He would dress in his casual Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts before going to the spot he would meet his date.

“…this is going to be a disaster”, he grumbled to himself as the sun slowly began to set. His eyes would darting around until he spot someone not too far from him.

Was that the person? They were attractive, that’s for sure but I didn’t want to scare them off by just rushing towards them and asking them in his usual manner of speaking…instead he took a seat and waited to see if they would come to him.

They did. He smiled inwardly at this.

“…hi…I’m Y/N…Sengoku set me up on a blind date and since no one else is here…I’m going to assume it’s you who’s my date”, Y/N said with a smile before taking a seat.

“…hey…yes, he did the same with me…are you from the marines? I don’t believe we’ve met”, he said looking thoughtful as he scanned their face.

“…I’m not at HQ often but I do know who you are…unfortunately we’ve never had the opportunity to meet”, Y/N said gently, they were younger than Garp but not a ridiculously large age gap.

“I see..better late than never”, he said with a chuckle as Y/N laughed and nodded in agreement.

Soon drinks and food would be brought to them by one of the newbies Sengoku had tasked to take of them.

The conversation between the pair only bloomed with each moment they spent together and Garp really was happy with his decision to go through with this.

Towards the end of their date, he made sure to ask for a second date and he felt himself lucky to receive a kiss on the cheek.

“…still got it even in my old age”, he chuckled to himself as he headed back home, feeling a sense of pride in the air.

#ooc #one piece #garp d monkey #garp one piece #monkey d garp #marines one piece #garp the fist #op garp #vice admiral garp #garp

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hopefull-mindset · 8 months

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Hi I'm the anon who sent the "rambling" ask about Nagito from like 2 weeks ago. I forgot to check for a response lol.

I wanted to elaborate on what I said about Nagito's backstory bc it was vague and I have Thoughts.

I actually don't think his casual attitude towards his past makes it harder to take seriously (if anything I think that adds to the tragedy of it). I was mostly just referring to the specific things that happen. One of my gripes about DR is that I feel like some characters have unnecessarily dark/tragic backstorys. Either bc I feel like they don't really need a dark past at all (eg Akane), or it's excessive to the point of being ridiculous.

I know Nagito's backstory is supposed to unbelievable to show how extreme his luck is, and that DR as a whole isn't exactly grounded in reality, but I feel like it would hit harder if it was just a little more believable.

Like, maybe his parents die in a car crash instead of a plane crash (or just make it a normal plane crash without the convoluted "the plane gets hijacked but then the hijackers get hit by a meteor but that also kills his parents"). The cancer is fine, but the dementia is overkill. Then there's the kidnapping thing which like. I find it hard to believe that the killer would just let him go after not getting what they wanted. It'd make more sense for him to have escaped on his own. Or we could just get rid of that entirely. If you want to drive home the fact that he has no family, just have him end up in some shitty orphanage or something.

Which brings me to my next point. It's implied that Nagito just lived alone after his parents died. But I find it hard to believe that an elementary school-aged kid could live by himself and have full control over his own finances. It'd make more sense if he ended up in some kind of foster care (or maybe just on the streets). I also think him being an orphan who doesn't get adopted/gets bounced around between foster homes would be fitting with his perceived worthlessness and desire to be loved, perhaps even more so than him being totally isolated.

Ok I think I covered everything (as far as canon events go at least). Sorry this turned into an essay lol.

Oh hello anon! Thank you for clarifying, I was a little perplexed as to how I should’ve responded to your ask. I don’t have much to really say about the events themselves, but I’ll try to add my two cents.

I do agree that it makes it sadder how casual he talks about it, I think I was more talking in behalf of the people that didn’t rethink his words when he claimed he was lying because of how unserious it felt with the music playing behind it. It’s so normal for him to experience these things that his layer back attitude is very unnerving for the normal person, which is utterly tragic.

I do see what you mean about not need every character to have some tragic messed up backstory, especially when it has no actual impact in the story itself. It’s good to expand a character through side content, but it gets too much. I think it works in favor for the sdr2 cast considering it shows that all of them have the potential to turn to despair due to their past experiences, and how Hope’s Peak doesn’t actually care for the students themselves and their own feelings towards their talents, but canon kicks itself in the crotch by never expanding more with these backstories in the actual storyline and how dr3 was handled ughh.

When it come to Komaeda’s backstory however, I do think it works for him when it comes to the absurdist writing because his entire existence is drenched in the absurdism danganronpa is known for. It would probably hit harder if Komaeda was more realistic and I understand that, but ultimately that’s not what Komaeda is. He is purposefully hard to relate to and hard to believe, only with real effort you can find yourself in him, and he even rejects that effort itself. Komaeda cannot survive in a series that isn’t Danganronpa because he is Danganronpa, a clunky mess that somehow works in its accidental genius.

I sound absurd myself, but when it comes to Komaeda you can only rely on your own suspense of disbelief to sympathize with him. Sorry for being a bummer to your roll because your criticisms are not at all wrong, I just personally don’t find it to be a problem myself.

About the killer and orphan thing, I think I could try to give some insight on them? Here’s one thing you forgot: he’s canonically implied to be a rich kid. Even if he isn’t thrown into situations like being on the streets or the foster care system, he still had other family members to be dropped onto, his status would still give him privileges like a nanny to watch over him, etc.

The killer, while I did find strange that he decided not to kill the rich kid after all, he definitely did target him because he was from a wealthy family. So what could that mean? Well obviously we could go for the heartbreaking answer of nobody in the extended family wanted to help him because of his problematic luck or annoyance of his existence, we could go for another that none of them were alive to actually get anything out of him since it took place in middle school, and he did say that his luck took direct action against him right before he was eventually taken into Hope’s Peak academy because of his lack of family left. It depends on when during middle school this happened.

So I guess there wasn’t any real consequence to leaving this lonely wealthy child on his own since there’s nothing nobody could actually do to lead back to them or would care enough to do anything. Upsetting I know, the unfortunate irony of being thrown away like trash for Komaeda is… well anyway I think the point of this event was to drive in Komaeda’s feeling of being unwanted, even by the worst of the worst of society, at least that’s what I think of it.

The only thing I question is how Komaeda himself personally describes his good fortune after what happened to his parents. What would a kid in elementary really need immense wealth and freedom for??? I find myself perplexed by his choice of words because it implies a lot. I know we could go the route of “his parents were terrible” when it comes to the freedom part, but I think there’s a better answer to this.

This is an example of Komaeda justifying what happened to fit a narrative he’s formed because of, most likely, what society/the people around him has fed him and what he’s chosen to believe. I’ve already mentioned this before, but his mentality reflects specific societal beliefs to an exaggerated point because his life is exaggerated. Where any of these came from to make Komaeda think this: who freaking knows.

Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you were expecting, and I wish I could add more. I hope this was satisfying enough.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #hajime hinata #komahina #nagito komaeda

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readyandnot · 1 year

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ready rambles~

cruel vampire ex/quinn’s aftermath

spoilers under the cut

NEVER THOUGHT ID SEE THE DAY SO SOON: well where do i begin, let’s start with the first audio-

* so, we got a cute little call with sam and we really see the relationship between sam and will, it’s so sweet to see and how he talks to darlin about it; i’d love to see a will and darlin interaction soon!

* also, we GOTTA learn that nickname because you know damn well vincent teases sam for it constantly

* i LOVE the sudden shift of casual banter with sam to this serious nature of david and what’s happening now: i saw another post say this but i’m gonna reiterate it- DARLINS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN HOW TO HANDLE THINGS IS AMAZING- if darlin in the early days heard this, they wouldn’t have waited for david; and they definitely wouldn’t hold back like we’ve seen them do in the next audio- it’s so amazing to see their development and how they have regained trust in the pack and how they trust them completely

* WE LOVE A DEFENSIVE SUPPORTIVE DAVID CALLING OUT THE DEPARTMENT’S BS; i just KNOW that darlin was saying in their head, “yeah i can see angel’s appeal to him,” just so funny to me

* also i love that we got a last name from quinn, it makes so much sense given he’s sneaky like a fox. ugh.

* sam’s entrance was utter perfection. chef’s kiss especially with that time skip to him talking one on one with darlin

* sam being so protective over darlin is so beautiful. i love their relationship so much and how it’s blossomed. he wants them to have their justice and he wants to give it to them, but with darlin also evolved and saying it’s okay to save a life, GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH; they both have such beautiful caring hearts, they’re perfect for each other and have grown so much together.

* straight to the point sam as it should be, i love him for that.

* SO WE GOT A VOICE CHANGE IN THE BUILDING THANK YOU GBA FOR PROVIDING A WONDERFUL PERFORMANCE 👏🏻 and for making me despise quinn even more- also darlin’s got a thing for accents… i don’t blame them.

* quinn is such a piece of shit, the way he casually talks about frederick and what happened and the aftermath like it’s nothing, and how he talks about darlin’s intimate past with him (WHICH I KNEW HE WOULD DO) just proves how awful he is as a person and how low he’s willing to go just to fulfill his ego. i knew he’d talk about biting darlin’ and god it pissed me off because I KNOW that darlin felt so embarrassed and emotional having to hear that again and having sam, THEIR MATE, hear it from quinn.

* but i will say i love that frederick took sam’s last name because that is so fucking precious. i just wish we heard a little more about bright because they were effected too ya know?

* PROTECTIVE SAM I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

* “sloppy seconds” is a term jealous people use, so quinn is definitely jealous of sam and darlin’s relationship, GET HIS ASS SAM

* quinn is so disrespectful, calling darlin a thrall and “his precious” like ew. stop it. and the fact that sam has to sit through the whole night and darlin just listening to his bullshit is so unfair to both of them.

* HE GOT THE ADDRESS BUT AT WHAT COST; god i just love that sam immediately hugs darlin because god damn they both needed it.

* DAVID HUGGING DARLIN AND REASSURING SAM HAS ME SO EMOTIONAL; it just shows how far they’ve all come and it makes me so happy to see the never ending support

* “let’s go home.” y’all that hits so hard.

* i really hope that new symbol doesn’t stay because quinn doesn’t get to stay any longer than he had to on both sam and darlin’s lives. it is really cool looking i will say.

* the cold hatred part makes so much sense, the pure rage has passed for darlin, it’s now just cold pure hatred that’s even more effective and lasts longer than rage.

* sam is not okay, he deserves comfort too and i’m glad darlin is giving it to him even when they’re falling apart.

* THE FACT THAT SAM SAW THROUGH QUINN SO EASILY- makes me love him even more, he’s not the type to fall for stuff easily, especially with him knowing how quinn was already, like he said, nothing that quinn could have said would have torn them apart, they’re too strong together for that.

* “you are my absolute priority.” do you hear me sobbing-

* IM SORRY HOURS??? i would be fucked up and i imagine they both are cause that is fucked up.

* this speaks for itself: “What I heard in all his rambling was the story of a good, kind person with an open heart trusting a man who promised to care about them, and him using that trust to hurt them. That is not a story that could ever make me think less of you. Just the opposite."

* sam’s comfort hits so differently, he just knows the right words to say and his presence oozes ease and comfort, he’s such a beautiful soul and matches with darlin so well. even when he is hurting he still finds a way to show darlin his love and support, i’m so emotional.

* the whole talking about biting, is so fucking beautiful. we finally have it confirmed why he hasn’t done it yet and it’s so valid. we also see him telling darlin why he hasn’t done it even when they asked BUT THERE IS NO JUDGEMENT FROM EITHER SIDE. THAT IS THE BEST WAY TO HANDLE SOMETHING. they both have a way of understanding each other, darlin supportive of sam not ready to bite them, and sam not judging darlin for asking and for liking the feeling of it, it’s so fucking bittersweet yet beautiful to see this.

* “you’re my heart darlin.” WHY DOES SAM HAVE THE BEST LINES-

* he’s so protective over darlin, he wants justice for them so bad, and he will do anything to give it to them.

* ANOTHER CALL FROM DAVID??? i was so scared when i first listened to this i was like “oh god what now?”

* but luckily it was just an update- a horribly sad one but an update nonetheless. it’s so terrible to know that the girl suffered and died for quinn’s sick fantasy, we all know from adam and lovely how horrific that type of situation is. and that darlin and sam went through all of those hours just for that girl to be already dead. but like david said, that family has closure now, and we can take any good that we can get, even if it’s at the cost of trauma.

* of course quinn’s gone quiet after this, because he feels he’s won, but he hasn’t, i know david and will are going to see to that.

* I LOVE HOW WILL AND DAVID ARE WORKING TOGETHER TO SEE THIS BASTARD DEAD. just like david said there’s no doubt he’s guilty for everything, and i cant wait to see the justice carried out. just like sam said lol

OKAY. OVERALL.

* i am so so happy to see this chapter come to an end, we’ll get darlin getting their revenge at the end of the month most likely, and it’s going to be so satisfying.

* darlin’s evolution as a character has been such a delight to see. the fact that they are still so strong against everything quinn has done, and now has a solid support system to fall back on, it’s so beautiful. knowing that they can be themselves and fall apart just for sam and the pack to help put them back together. darlin is a strong beautiful person and character, and i know that they’ll only become stronger after this.

* sam is just amazing all around. the way his comfort is so easeful even when he needs it too, and that darlin can provide it to him as well is such a wonderful balance to see. his protective, defensive nature was awesome to see and i loved how his relationship with david has evolved alongside his with darlin’s. their relationship is so beautiful and so strong, it makes me so happy to see how far they’ve come as people together. i love sam so much and he’s definitely risen to be one of my top favorites over the last couple of months.

* david was awesome as always! we truly got to see a balance of him being david with sam and darlin, but then being the alpha when he was with the department and henry. his protective nature of darlin in this was wonderful to see, and i’m so glad we see how far their relationship has come as well. the hugs, the support, the love. gabe would be so proud of him right now, and i know darlin is so happy to be close with david again. same with sam because it’s nice to see the trust in these two men as they become more like family instead of acquaintances, it’s wonderful.

* quinn fox. ugh GOD I HATE THAT HES A GREAT VILLAIN. gba played him so well and it was nice to see a change in his voice, because it was perfect. his tone, his words and his all around personality was awesome to see. he’s such a great villain and probably my favorite villain; and i’ll be so happy to see his head on a spike. :)

* overall, this push was needed, and like it said “overdue” lmao but better late than never! i’m so excited for what’s next for darlin and their recovery over quinn and same with sam. i know that after he’s dead, that sam and darlin will be stronger people and in a stronger relationship because of it. they’re such a beautiful couple and can overcome anything together. what a wonderful three audio push. worthy of the wait, well done again redacted.👏🏻

WHATS NEXT-

i think guy is next??? because of that poll :( i hope huxley will be after guy because y’all know he’s my fav AND WE DONT GET HIM ENOUGH ANYMORE. at least with fl.

also- HOT BOI SUMMER IS COMING SOON FOLKS, for those of you who know the line up, i’m so excited and can’t wait to see who’ll get the ba. i have my predictions, but we’ll get there and i’ll make a post about that too.

if you’re still reading this, thanks for reading all of this shit lol i love talking about this and i love seeing people comment about it as well. love y’all so much and thank you redacted for another well done upload <3

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #readyrambles #redacted sam #redacted quinn #redacted david

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When ShinoHina is taking place, Kiba is their biggest supporter. He sees it happening before they even get the chance to let feelings register, since they're both so naive in that sense. Kiba is aware Hinata "likes" Naruto and Shino is stubborn as hell, but Kiba's constantly trying to keep himself from saying something when they have a moment or don't hit the bullseye. A lot of the time he's just vibrating as he watches them haha. Eventually he sits Shino down and gives him a brutally honest pep talk (because otherwise Shino won't listen) and he'll try to gently nudge Hinata into really thinking about her feelings. He really adores his dumb friends and wants them go steady already!!

When KibaHina is developong, Shino won't notice until Kiba starts making comments and remarks about Hinata more consistently. Then he actually enters Protective Big Brother Mode and somewhat guards Hinata because to him, it's Kiba, and that can't lead to anything good. Hinata is still oblivious because she's still watching Naruto, of course, and Kiba's extroverted demeaner makes her nervous, but it's not a bad nervous?? However, the more Kiba drops his inflated bravado and gets sincere, the more Shino is moved by how... sweet it is. It's a bit surprising, but Shino starts offering support and encouragement. He still gets on Kiba's case if he gets a little carried away. Shino isn't one to meddle as far as nudging Hinata, but for someone who tends to wear her emotions on her face, she really tries to keep her secrets a secret. She's not very good at it but Shino doesn't push if she doesn't open up first.

But when ShinoKiba is a thing, I don't know why I find it so funny for Hinata to be oblivious to the fact there's like... something going on there. Hinata gives me "sheltered conservative good little girl" vibes in the sense that she probably wouldn't even know being gay was a thing until she was older-older. Like, gay people don't exist, it's not even a thought to her. No one talks about it. Kiba would know what he was feeling first and Shino might pick it up sooner or later, but definitely after Kiba. I like to pretend Shino actually knows more than he ever lets on but he just might be on the same boat as Hinata?? Kiba knowing Hinata doesn't suspect a thing might try to casually run things by her and get her opinion because he doesn't have Shino's ability to keep his mouth shut on things. She would just notice Kiba was more irritated some days and Shino might be more noticeably distant after she got used to him being more around and open. Yet, she'd never guess it's cause they were sorting feelings out between themselves. I feel like some of the others might catch on faster than Hinata. And I just know it'd be Tenten being her snarky self and talking shit like she does who makes Hinata rethink the last sum amount of years and realize the secret and still budding relationship right under her nose. But then she'd get so excited and so delighted by the thought of her two best friends becoming an item! And assuming they weren't together yet, she would be so cute trying to play cupid for her boys. She trys to be coy about it but she's still too easy to read, bless her heart. Kiba finds it more amusing than anything and maybe plays off of it a bit at times. Shino, as stubborn as he is, would be forced to fully acknowledge there is in fact a thing going on between him and Kiba, but finds Hinata's enthusiasm comforting in a way. Encouraging even. Hinata would be the warm sunlight the ShinoKiba flower was missing to fully bloom, d'awwww.

#shino aburame #aburame shino #kiba inuzuka #inuzuka kiba #hyuuga hinata #hinata hyuuga #team 8 #dai-hachi-han #they're just such an oddball group ya know?#i do like hinata but she definitely is a hit or miss in what she can pick up on and what she cant #and as a cancer sun i feel kiba is characterized so appropriately in the anime #he's not stupid he's just (probably) an aries rising lol #but he has a good 6th sense that guy #i will die on the hill of team 8 all sharing Cancer in their 'Big 3s'#hinata is a cancer rising and shino is a cancer moon to kiba's cancer sun and i will gladly fight anyone about it #im pretty sure no one is gonna fight me about it but it still stands XD

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Hiii I'd like to request some hc of s/o being tanimura's co-worker on the same department but they are also dating (how that would affect work/the way he acts there/ if he hides it and tries to keep it professional or if he's very open about it/ bonus points if they share a couple kisses between missions 👀)

Thank youuu 🫶🫶

Tanimura more like tiney babey am I right, hehe. Anyways, of course, I love writing for my silly lil Tanimura, he deserves so much. Headcanons below da cut, thanks for your patience and have a good one sweet anon!

It's actually not super surprising to Tanimura that he ended up in a relationship with a coworker as most of his day IS occupied by his job. He doesn't really get a lot of downtime to go out and casually date, plus whatever downtime he has is usually spent resting up, so for him it works out great.

Tanimura would try to keep it professional and under wraps at first, but not because he's ashamed of the relationship. It's just because he knows the higher ups already think he's kind of a slacker and/or loose canon in some ways so he's just treading carefully for the sake of the both of you.

Once Tanimura gets the sense that he's in the clear and being completely open about it won't be detrimental to your career or his, it'll just be out in the open. He won't care who knows it. In fact he's a little proud if everyone knows it because he thinks you're just the best!

A relationship with a coworker will actually probably make Tanimura MORE inclined to work diligently, like showing up on time and completeing missions faster just so he can see you at the headquarters. Others might laugh a little and say "Ah look who's working so hard now that he's in love" but Tanimura pays them no mind. After all, it is kind of true. What can he say, happy Tanimura means a hard working Tanimura too.

The biggest affect workwise is the two of you will almost never get missions where you guys work together. It's not because they want to keep you separated but more so a liability. If shit hits the fan, they don't want to have a relationship on the line on top of everything else. This means the two of you mostly see each other at the office but during missions, you will be in separate places.

That doesn't stop Tanimura from texting you secretly while he's working though. Nothing too crazy as he doesn't want you to get in trouble but the occassional silly emoji or some random selfie. Also the type of guy to send a text saying something like "I saw these two crows in a tree at Children's Park, aren't they cute? That's us!"

Not one for PDA in the office but will totally steal a kiss real quick when no one is looking. The whole so-close-yet-so-far tension of being at work actually really excites him. If there's ever an office-wide meeting, he'll totally stand in the back and quietly hold your hand. Little cute and quiet things like that.

He won't admit it but if he ever hears your voice over the police scanner announcing that something is going on, he'll actually respond out loud to himself by saying something like "On it, sweetie" or "Duty calls, darling". He will NEVER actually admit to it though, even if other coworkers have caught him doing it.

#majima megaphone moment #yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #masayoshi tanimura

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