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Hi Lele ! Hope you’re doing good <3 and yeah shippers didn’t get the fact that he have a big platform and mistranslating things ( not the first time ) just to satisfy a ship is kinda harmful when the op didn’t said that, in that context.
Yes he has a second account but he still has a huge number of followers and he continues to mistranslate what a staff or even the mengaka says just for his ship and to please people who love this ship. They don't realize that it changes a context of a lot of things just because it's poorly translated.
and i talked to s-san he had to deleted his tweet bc those fans where attacking him just bc he said that it’s dangerous when you mistranslate things for a ship. which is right.
And the thing that is mind blowing is when for example, if someone says satoru and suguru are besties, they directly say that you are h^mophobic! And says if it were a ship with a female they would never say that! But I remember in SNK half of the fanbase in 2021 was against the relationship of mikasa and eren while isayama-sensei gave more details in the manga about their relationships than gojo and geto. hell even historia and ymir which is f/f were more accepted bc they had more details that they love each other in a romantic way than gojo and geto. for me, who experienced the same with my best friend in the sense that she was my first friend and 15 years later we lost sight of each other bc of an argument. These fans needs to know that there are friendly soulmates and tbh it's a thousand times better than romantics one lol. and if like i want to tweet about it i’m like hell no I don't want to be harassed or insulted.
For me Akutami sensei managed to make their friendship magnificent and I think many recognized themselves in their, myself include.
The worst thing is that these same fans tell you that you don't read the manga or translations ???????? I don't know if Akutami sensei gave them another manga to read but in each panels he wrote best friends clearly ! And when you ask them out of curiosity to show you the translations ? well, it's downright taken out of context and even false and when you tell them that, they insult you too.
i love jjk, love the relation between gojo and geto but i really really hope the manga end this year bc the amount of toxicity is mind blowing.
that’s why i think anon said about changing the whole plot of their relation bc tbh with you i’ll not be chocked if gege change it to satisfy this ship. i really hope japanese fans are not toxic like this. and gege will not change it.
and i’m so sorry if it was long :/ i really hope your have a wonderful day <3
Hshs, hello, anon!
To be honest, that is the same wish I have; for the manga to end quickly. I hope gege stuck in his way and end the manga sooner than later. I'd hate if he drags the story more and more. The longer the story goes, the more my braincells go from all the drama :")
Honestly I really don't have any problem with Gojou and Getou's relationship, as I said before in this ask. I honestly appreciate how gege draws their canonical relationship but precisely because of that, I can't see them as a ship. However, just like you, my vexation over this particular ship comes from the shippers. I know in any fandom there'll be that some ships where the fans are very loud, but at least I hope akutami-sensei doesn't see this... mess. I will be so embarrassed as a fellow fan if he has to see this uncivilized behavior over a ship.
Although the japanese fandom does have their share of toxicity, I can say that it's very rare for ship fans to attack others. Shame them, probably, lol, if they tag things wrongly. But at least I can find solace from the sideline, unlike the other fandom which cause me headache from just watching them.
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leveling the playing field IX
summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.
pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader
wc: 2.6k
tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there
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Coriolanus's stomach twisted as he could hear your screams from the hall, even though by then he was all the way on the other side of the school. He thought that was unsettling, only for them to abruptly stop just before he left. The silence that followed was so much worse. He didn't get any sleep, sitting on the roof in Grandma'ams rose garden with Tigris all night, wondering if you were dead.
He was just sick about it, even as he left the following morning, so early that the sun was yet to rise. It was a long, painful ride, and he spent the entire thing certain that you were dead. It was his fault, he had only wanted you to come with him, so he wouldn't be alone, but now he truly is alone and he won't even have you to write to back home. Regardless, he would try.
Rather than sit with the idea that it might even be pointless for him to live another day, especially with this unflattering haircut and a uniform that challenged the discomfort of the academy one, he decided to write to you on a paper he had found bunched between the train seats to ease his mind.
Y/N/N,
I hope you're reading this. I hope this gets back to you at home and finds you safe and sound, and you're sitting over your desk with a textbook open getting ready for university in the fall. That's not what's happening though, is it? You're probably dead. I probably killed you. If you are reading this in your room, or your library, or over my shoulder as I write this because you are only alive in what's left of your spirit, I hope you know that I am sorry. I did it because I wanted you with me, because in the moment I was so sure you'd be better off with me in the districts than you would be at home with your father. I think I was wrong. But I still miss you. You meant more to me than I ever told you. I guess, more than I ever told myself either until these last few weeks.
I think I heard them kill you after I left you with the Dean. If they did, boy, did you go out fighting. I always knew you would. I can't stop writing in case I never get to speak to you again. But again, maybe you're not dead, right?
Please tell me you're not dead.
Yours,
Always yours, your Coryo
He smoothes out the wrinkled sheet as he writes, hand shaking through most of it. He doesn't know if he should even bother sending it, or if he should just fold it up and throw it out the window in hopes that the message will find its way to your ghost. No, he has to send it. Otherwise he'll definitely never know, at least not for twenty years, and he couldn't bear that.
The wind hits the trees into the windows of the train as it rolls along the tracks, demanding that the branches be heard against the glass. It reminds him of you. Then again, what doesn't these days? Maybe it was just you letting him know you had read his letter, and that you forgive him. That would give him a semblance of peace for the rest of the ride.
When you woke up, it was impossible to tell what time it was. You only knew that it was dark, and your bedroom door was locked from the outside when you got up and carefully tried to open it only to be blocked by the mechanism.
"I have half the mind to agree with you on the Avox thing." You hear your dad sigh, his voice echoing from his study just down the hall. Your eyes widen and you try the knob again. Yep, still locked. "But we could always send her to Nine or Ten as a nurse. She's not staying here, that's certain."
"I don't want to push your decision, here, but she was saying she would tell everyone. She knows more than we thought, more details." Highbottom was here too, great.
"No, that's impossible. What did she say?"
"She knows we're selling, likely that you're storing it all here somewhere, and she knows it's enough to be treason. I don't know what else she knows, but it's risky business ever letting her out of that room again. The procedure might be our best option, here." You've heard enough, quickly making for your window instead. It's locked as well, but draping your old uniform over the lever gives you enough freedom to crush it with a particularly heavy, hardcover textbook without making much noise.
You change quickly, grabbing a few essentials that you could fit into your book bag, then climb out the window and slide down the back porch column before making as quiet of an escape as possible. Adrenaline carried you a few blocks away, but now, you were unsure what to do. You couldn't return, and you couldn't be seen, and you had a tragic shortage of friends at the moment. You find your feet carrying you toward the building you know Coriolanus lives in.
You're not particularly excited to see him, but with no other options, you're sure you can find it in yourself to be forgiving just this once. You could go to Sejanus's family home, but it's not far enough away, and you're not sure what his father would say. He'd probably call your dad in a second and it would all be for naught- you couldn't risk it. So, Coryo's it was.
You enter the building, walking straight for the elevator. He was in the penthouse, so you just have to hit the very top button and figure it out from there. You've never been to his home before, but he's talked about it plenty. Enough that you could find your way there, at least.
You groan when you quickly realize the elevator doesn't work, looking over at the stairs. It's a tall building, so you've got a long way to go. You wonder how he does this every day as you climb up set after set of stairs, taking note of how the walls are basically crumbling around you.
You knew he didn't have money, that he couldn't eat, but you didn't think he lived like this. No wonder he was so thin, and no wonder he still had any muscle left on his body. It was these damn stairs. That couldn't be it though, that wouldn't explain how his shoulders just seemed to go on for miles- maybe he had some kind of workout routine you never knew about.
You're drawn from your thoughts when you reach the top of the last staircase, hesitating to open the industrial looking door in front of you. Just beyond that was the front door to the Snow penthouse, and now that you're here, you're not sure what to do. Do you knock? You don't even know what time it is.
You sit by the door, deciding to think it over for a bit. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep leaning up against the wall where it meets the dusty floor.
Waking up, you're met with a gasp. "Y/N?" You blink open your eyes, seeing Tigris crouched in front of you, forehead creased with worry. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?"
"Tigris, hello." You mumble, gathering yourself to stand up as she helps you. "I, uh, I didn't know where to go, so..."
"Okay, okay. Come in for a second." She nods, holding your shoulder as she guides you back into the apartment. You squint at the sunrise through the large bay windows, she must have been on her way to work. "Can I get you anything? Some tea? You must be freezing..." She says, immediately shuffling into the kitchen.
"No, no. It's fine. Thank you, though." You insist, trying not to stare at the state the apartment has fallen into.
"Okay, well, please, take a seat. Tell me what's going on."
You nod slightly and move to sit down at their dining table where she joins you, reaching out for your hand which you gratefully take. "Did Coriolanus leave already?" You ask and she nods, giving you a sad smile.
"I must admit, I'm relieved to see you." She says, taking you by surprise. "Coryo thought you were dead. He was just so torn up about it, he said it was his fault but he wouldn't tell me why. I was expecting to see your passing in the papers this morning."
"Well, my days are numbered." You sigh, looking out the window again. The view was stunning. Maybe you would prefer a penthouse to your own large, empty feeling home. "My father and Dean Highbottom were discussing turning me into an Avox as a pity punishment, and I don't doubt that my father would rather bury me than have that on his name. I didn't stick around to hear their decision."
Tigris listens intently, squeezing your cold hands between her own. "And now, I don't know what to do. I had nowhere to go, I'm so sorry to intrude-"
"No, my goodness, please. You are always welcome here." She assured you. "But... what will you do?"
"I have to leave." You nod to yourself. "I have to leave and I can't come back, can I?"
"One day I'm sure it will be safe for you to return." She says, notably trying to put a positive spin on it. "I'll tell you what-" She stands quickly, going over to a hall closet and pulling out a large fur coat. "Take this, it can hide you and keep you warm. Take the next train to Twelve, that's where Coryo went." She places the coat in your lap. "He'll be ecstatic to have you and see that you're well."
You nod, standing up and pulling it on in a hurry. It was a beautiful coat, you could tell it was real fur. This must have belonged to one of their mothers. "Thank you, Tigris."
"There's another train headed there in about twenty minutes, if you rush you can make it. I had to check the schedule last night for him. Don't buy a ticket, just climb in a transport car from the opposite side, not the platform." She instructs you hurriedly,
You dig in your bag as you both head for the door, pulling out a handful of money and rifling through it to give some to her. You'll need some, but she will too.
"Here, Tigris. Take this." You say as she holds the door for you, and she instantly is shaking her head.
"No, no. I couldn't." She smiles awkwardly, waving a hand at you. "You'll need it more than I do, Coryo will be sending us cheques."
You smile at her understandingly, holding it out to her again. "If not for your help, then for this lovely jacket. Please take it. I insist."
Tigris sighs, taking it from your hand before pulling you into a hug which you gladly return. "Tell him we love him, okay?"
"He knows," You say, chin resting on her shoulder. "But I will."
It was dark again when your train reached its final stop, and you were curled up under the coat trying to sleep. You scramble to get up, having to bolt from the train before anyone came to unload the car.
Unfortunately, you didn't get the privilege of having a place to stay when you arrived, so once you're out of sight of the train, the best you can do is wander.
You don't have to wander long before you hear music. You didn't realize people were happy here, so the sounds of laughter and shouting and dancing coming from inside what looked to be an abandoned building made you tilt your head at the idea. Maybe you would just sit outside, around the side of the building where you won't be seen and you can listen.
You don't even get the chance to sit before you hear the singing start. It's Lucy Gray. You mentally scold yourself for not thinking of her sooner as you stand again quickly, finding yourself quite lightheaded. You must be hungry. Maybe there will be some food inside, or maybe you can find talk to Lucy Gray and maybe she'll let you stay with her. Just until you get yourself situated here.
Clutching your new coat tightly around yourself you walk in after attempting to dust off and salvage your clothes. Your favourite skirt and shoes took quite a beating throughout the day, and you're disappointed, to say the least. Hopefully Lucy Gray has a washing machine, but you doubt it. Did these people even know what a washing machine is? By the look of everyone in the room, the answer was a definite no.
Sure enough, Lucy Gray was on stage, singing her heart out. You had never seen her smile so wide, of course, and the kids surrounding her onstage were just as talented as she was at all their instruments. You've never seen live music like this before, only classical or opera where everyone sat quietly and listened until the end. This environment was entirely new to you.
Not wanting to interrupt, you wait until Lucy Gray steps offstage and her spot is replaced with a little blonde girl who couldn't have been older than ten.
"Give it up for the amazing Lucy Gray Baird!" The girl shouts into the mic, gesturing to your friend before more music started to play. "She'll be back, she's just taking a little break, but until then, you lot are stuck listenin' to me."
This is your chance. You push through the crowd and step into the hall you saw Lucy Gray go down. "Lucy Gray?" You call out hopefully, watching your step as to not roll a heel. In hindsight, these shoes were not ideal for the journey you took, but your options were limited by a time crunch.
"Lucy Gray?" You ask again, turning a corner and peeling into a large open room. It's a few moments before your eyes land on her, and she turns to face you having heard you walk in.
"Oh my days, I thought I recognized that voice!" She smiles, opening her arms and running up to you. "Y/N, my word, what are you doin' here?" Her excitement fades quickly into concern as she drops her arms from around you.
"Long story..." You chuckle nervously, pulling at your coat again as she nods for you to continue. "We got caught, for the compact. And the snakes, somehow. Coriolanus put our handkerchiefs that you used in the tank so they wouldn't attack you, I guess. I didn't know. Then they pulled us out of class the next day, he told them it was me, so then I put up a fight and they sedated me. When I woke up I was at home and they were talking about having my tongue cut out and turning me into one of those servants but I'm sure my dad would rather have me dead. So," You sigh, trying to summarize it as quickly as possible. "I ran."
Lucy Gray shook her head, mouth agape in shock at all the information she just took in. "Okay, wait... So they were going to kill you?"
You nod.
"But that teacher of yours seemed so nice."
"Sorry?"
"Yeah, he gave me some money and escorted me into the train himself."
You scoff, shaking your head. "He's never liked either of us, but that's only because I have dirt on him. I don't know what Coryo did."
"Well," Lucy Gray sighs, rubbing your shoulders gently. "I'm glad you're here. That you're safe."
"You too." You smile. "Can I just say, too, we were so proud of you. We were so lucky to be your mentors."
"I count myself the lucky one." She grins. "Let's move on, shall we? On the up and up."
"Yes, sounds lovely." You grin at her.
"Can I get you some water? Liquor? What do you need?" She asks, turning at that and going over to a bench in the middle that had a few water bottles.
"I would love some water." You breathe out, joining her and sitting down as she hands one to you.
"Lucy Gray, could I ask you for a really big favour?" You say after taking your first sip.
"Please." She nods.
"Can I stay with you?"
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Pernicious
toxic!Shuri x reader; OC x reader
“Nah, baby, just getting a taste.
“Fuck y-”
“I told you, you can’t do this shit better than me.”
Warnings: 18+!!! slight smut, TOXIC! Shuri (i'm sorry in advance), slightly toxic!reader, Shuri's got a twin, yall! explicit language (as always) If you liked how She Loves Me ended, I suggest you skip this one, I'm bout to fuck that all the way up (again, sorry in advance)
Word Count: 6.7k+
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A/N: I was supposed to post this like three days ago...and forgot...my bad, I hope yall still love me cuz I love yall
“I’m sorry, this voicemail box is full. Please hang up, and try again later.”
The line didn’t even ring- straight to voicemail she went for the umpteenth time today.
Either your phone was powered off, or you’d blocked her, and it was more likely the latter.
Shuri’s blood was boiling. If she were a cartoon, steam would be puffing from her ears. Instead, the backlight of her phone illuminated her angry features in the dark room. The device was brick-like in her grasp, the screen sporting a fresh crack from her overreaction to the photo you’d sent her before you went ghost.
Flat on your back, you lay in a sea of white sheets with one draped over your torso, barely covering your most intimate parts. The glimpse of your nipple played peek-a-boo with the camera. Pure ecstasy was written across your face, curls wild and frizzed, and eyes rolled, half-closed. You looked like a Greek goddess, etched straight out of the finest marble.
Your tongue stuck out, hanging over your lips teasingly. Shuri could practically hear your laughter rolling from it, mocking her.
The hand around your throat was the icing on the cake. She could see the indents in your skin from their fingers, and they weren’t Shuri’s fingers. It wasn’t her hand, and even more infuriating, Shuri didn’t know whose hand it was.
You were playing her game and beating her at it.
How fucking dare you?
She’d snapped a photo in retaliation and couldn’t even send it because her messages weren’t going through.
Shuri’s anger was inextinguishable. Her eyes roamed the room, fury flooding the unusually dark orbs. A weight shifted next to her, and she suddenly remembered the whore in her bed. She was attractive earlier, a nice little plaything whose moans had caused a blush to creep to the princess’s cheeks. Unfortunately for her, now she was a target whose name Shuri couldn’t even recall.
“Aye, get up.”
A deep breath escaped the girl’s chest, but she didn’t stir, and that just pissed Shuri off more.
“Get up,” her accent was thick with the venom that coated her words; her hand felt like fire against her lover’s chill shoulder. “You gotta go.”
A blond head shot up, and if Shuri’s eyes were to roll any harder, they would have rolled across the floor like marbles. She knew the bitch was pretending to be asleep.
“I gotta go?”
“Did I stutter? Get gone,” Her attention was back to her phone, back to the photo- now zoomed in as she inspected it harder.
Shuri was glad to see the girl comply; the sooner she got up out of Shuri’s room, the sooner she could investigate this shit in peace.
“Uh, you know where my panties are-?”
“Find ‘em”
Shuri knew she wouldn’t. They were folded in her pocket, a little trophy from tonight’s conquer.
“I can’t-”
An exasperated sigh left Shuri’s pretty lips, and though they remained sealed, her glare spoke in volumes.
The poor girl practically shrunk beneath the gaze, grabbing what little clothing she came with and heading to the door. “Guess I can go without them-”
Shuri was already buried back in her phone, barely noticing the door opening and shutting. She was wracking her brilliant mind, trying so hard to understand.
She wanted to understand why you were ignoring her, why you’d left. She needed clarity for the past seven months that now felt like wasted time.
You were just ungrateful. Ungrateful and greedy, that was the only explanation.
She’d spent hundreds on you, thousands, really. She bought you flowers weekly, the biggest bouquets with the most vibrant roses, tulips, and lilies you’d ever seen. She even printed your name on the card in the most expensive fonts.
She’d take you out to eat at establishments that drained her pockets. Shuri would even order for you, priding herself on knowing your favorites.
She’d taken you home to Wakanda on a week-long trip that you claimed was “unforgettable”. You’d met her mother and childhood friends, you shared a laugh with her brother and his wife.
You were just fucking ungrateful.
Sure, Shuri had come home a few times covered in dark spots, but you believed her when she told you they were bruises. She was just sparring, boxing in the gym and she’d taken a few hits.
Sure, she slipped up a few times, calling you by a name other than your own during sex, but she switched it up quickly enough for you to not notice. It’s not her fault; there were too many names to keep track of.
Yeah, you may have spotted her in a pic or two and it may or may not have been incriminating, but shit, she had told you the truth with, like, half of those.
“It wasn’t even like that-” It wasn’t; you were always blowing shit out of proportion.
“She’s just a friend-” With benefits, but you ain’t had to know all that.
“I have a long-lost twin sister-” Maybe not long and lost, but the twin part was real.
This was all your fault for not believing her.
Val fucking tore you up. Your body was sore and spent, and sleep almost overtook you. Her warm lips against your shoulder kept you conscious just long enough to hear her parting words. It was good, so fucking good.
“Get some sleep, baby. I’ll call you in the morning- don’t forget to turn your phone back on.”
You could only moan a response, far too exhausted to open your mouth. Valkyrie’s deep chuckle reverted through the room, and the sound of the door opening and closing soon followed.
Your curves sunk into the mattress beneath you and the sigh you released was therapeutic. The same thoughts you’d been trying to push away began to crawl right back, and you wished so badly that they would truly disappear.
Valkyrie was here, she was gentle, and she was healthy. She was a breath of fresh air in comparison to the air trapped in your lungs that you felt you couldn’t release.
Yet, for some reason, you couldn’t genuinely feel the happiness you feigned around her.
She’d surprise you with flowers with your name adorned on the card they were packaged with.
Your name was the only one that rolled off her lips and it sounded so sexy when it did.
There were no imaginary twin sisters, no suspicious bruises, and no damning photos with girls who weren’t you.
And still, somehow, that wasn’t enough.
It was who the flowers came from, not the name they bore.
It was the accent your name was spoken with, and it wasn’t the one you wanted.
It took the strength of a thousand men to lift your head from the pillow that supported it. Your arm was deadweight, as heavy as lead as it moved across the comforter towards your phone that lay several feet away.
The screen was much too bright when you powered the device back on and your face took cover back in the pillow until it dimmed enough for you to look at it without wincing.
Once the buzzing started, it didn’t stop. Message after message, missed call after missed call, your phone was blowing up, and the flutter in the pit of your stomach told you who it was before you even looked.
She must have gotten your picture. The one you’d asked Val to snap “just because”. The second thoughts swarmed you immediately when it came to sending it but second-guessing yourself wasn’t a habit you wanted to keep. That little blue arrow was but a seductive little tease, drawing your finger closer and closer until the next thing you saw across your screen was “delivered”.
Twenty-five.
That’s how many times Shuri had called you over the past hour, how many times she’d been sent straight to voicemail.
Hundreds of messages started to pour through, all from the same number. As clever as she was, Shuri wasn’t a woman of many words and most of her texts repeated the same thing. You only tuned in to the last handful, skimming over them just barely.
‘You think you funny?’
‘Who’s the bitch, y/n?’
‘Where the hell you at?’
‘You can’t do this shit better than me, baby.’
The smirk that made its way across your face was purely devilish. You had her bothered. Good, she should be.
This wasn’t a game you should be playing. You were supposed to be out of this toxic-ass relationship, not dipping your toe back into it, but the waters were warm and alluring, with the way they pulsed to and fro.
The temptation that soured your veins didn’t need to do much to sway you. The desire to hear her hurt, the urge to crumble her confidence, it was just too fucking strong to ignore.
The line only rang once before she picked up. Shuri didn’t speak, but you knew she was there.
“I can’t do this shit better than you, huh?”
Shuri was silent.
“Well, guess what, Shuri?”
“What y/n?”
“I am doing this shit better than you.”
A scoff was all you heard through the receiver. “Oh, you think so?”
“I do-”
Shuri’s harsh words cut you off. “I saw that picture, y/n.”
“I-”
She was giving you no chance to speak. “I know she ain’t fuck you good though, cuz she ain’t me. If she was me, she would have been too preoccupied to snap that cute lil pic. You would’ve been too distracted to send it.”
“She-”
“Cuz the bitch I had in my bed tonight ain’t have her mind on nothing else but me, baby.”
Her words tripped you up, and you stumbled and fell hard. Of course, she’d had somebody else in her bed tonight or any night. That wasn’t outside of Shuri’s norm and you knew it. Within seconds, the chime of your phone sounded, and every nerve in your body begged you not to look at it, to hang up the phone, and never turn back. Unluckily for you, though, your muscles usually moved on their own.
Across your screen popped up an image: Shuri, with a broad in her lap. Everything about the photo took your cockiness and threw it straight out the window. The girl was naked, legs spread with Shuri’s fingers dipped between them. Her pale skin glowed beneath the contrast of Shuri’s umber tone and blond hair barely touched her shoulders, the very shoulders that had your princess’s lips pressed against them.
“You fucking with white bitches now?”
Shuri’s laughter infuriated you, and fury gained dominance over your emotions, shaking you from the inside out until the phone was trembling with your anger.
“Nah, baby, just getting a taste.
“Fuck y-”
“I told you, you can’t do this shit better than me.”
“Fuck you, Shuri!” Your voice rang through the room, climbing several octaves. Its shrillness was unfamiliar to you, a sound you weren’t used to hearing in a pitch you weren’t used to hitting.
“That’s how I know she ain’t do a good job, baby, you still so angry. Want me to come over and fix it?”
This time it was a voice in the background that cut you off. Mumbled words that didn’t make any sense through the phone, muffled and whispered vibrato that was indistinguishable.
“Nah, Shuri. I want you to stop hitting my line, for good. Go enjoy your little snow bunny.”
Her deep chuckle withdrew a breath from you that got caught in the concave of your chest. “I sent ol’ girl home a long time ago. I gotta surprise for you.”
Unfortunately for Shuri, you were standing firm with a stubbornness that was just a side effect of the fury that flamed you. “Ion want any surprise you got for me.”
The pouty princess merely shook her head at your response, a sight she knew you couldn’t see. “I’ll see you in fifteen, baby.”
“Shuri, don’t you bring your ass-”
She’d hung up before you could even finish your sentence.
She could never fucking listen.
Fifteen minutes later, on the dot, a soft knock came from the heavy wood that granted access to the outside world.
Your legs swung over the side of the bed out of habit, but you truly didn’t have any intention of getting up. The knocking turned to thumping the longer you hesitated and she pounded the tough oak like she was the police.
Neighbors would begin poking their nosy heads out their doors if you continued to ignore her. It was two in the morning, and the old lady next door wouldn’t take kindly to being awoken like this.
The sheet around you would serve as a robe, just long enough for you to answer the door that would have swung right off its hinges if you were to pull on it any harder.
“Shuri, what the actual fuck-”
She stood still, leaning against your doorframe with a readable smirk dancing on her hard features. Your princess looked damn good, and she knew you knew it. The baggy tee hung loosely on her broad shoulders, and the thick, black sweats that sat low on her hips didn’t do a damn thing to hide those sexy ass dips that you used to trace with your fingers.
“Silence suits you.” Her head dipped as she pushed past and into your home.
Her voice was deep, a bit deeper than it was just moments ago when you were on the phone and she looked about your home as if she was stepping into it for the first time. Your eyes trailed her body so slowly you’d have thought the two of you were frozen in time.
“Y-you cut your hair?”
Her curly top was gone. Like, gone-gone, not just the sides like before, but the whole damn head.
Instinctually, her hand rose to brush out the faded cut, like a habit she’d developed in minutes. “It’s always been cut, baby.”
Her hand outstretched toward you, luring your stunned figure straight to hers. She’d cast a spell and you were enchanted, letting her lead your body to hers until your breasts, barely concealed by the slipping sheet, were pressed firmly against her torso.
“Sh-Shuri, I’m not fucking stupid-”
“I never said you were, baby girl.”
It was much easier to ignore the charm in her voice when it was over the phone. Now, with her hands on your flesh and her fingers toying with the dimples in your back, her magic was much harder to resist.
Your words were lost in a void, and a hush fell over the room, over the space, over the two of you.
She was just toying with you, that’s all. That’s what you tried convincing yourself. Shuri didn’t want to do anything but come over here and play with your feelings.
But if that was the case, and you knew that was the case, why couldn’t you push her away?
Why did your heart thump a little harder when her eyes dropped to your lips and stayed there?
Why did anticipation creep through your belly when her head got lower and lower and lower-
Why didn’t you stop her when her lips touched yours?
It was so gentle, the way her mouth met yours. You can’t remember the last time Shuri kissed you so tenderly.
Her grip around your waist tightened, and if she pulled you any closer, your bodies would become one.
The sweet sound of your sigh was melodious and just as you began to melt beneath the heat of her caress, she pulled away.
It was such a pathetic sound, to hear you whine for a girl you weren’t even sure you wanted, and yet you did.
“What’s the matter, baby?” The heat on your hip traveled to your pouted lips when her hand left to graze the bottom one with the tip of her thumb.
What the fuck was the matter?
Here stood Shuri, the source of your headaches and late-night cry sessions. The liar, manipulator, player-girl on campus whom everyone wanted and everyone could get.
Here stood Shuri, the source of the thoughts that spun through your brain. The jokester, genius, who would move the heavens and the earth for you if you asked.
“Y-you gotta go-”
The whisper was so low, you weren’t sure she’d heard you. When she made no move to drop her hand from your naked body, you were sure she hadn’t.
“Shuri, you have to go-”
“Why?” Her question cut your orders short and the fact that she even questioned you ignited anger.
“‘Why?’ Fuck do you mean ‘why?’”
“Why, baby? Why I gotta go?” Her arms snaked around you even tighter, and she dropped her head into the crook of your neck. The warmth of her breath tickled as she descended, causing a stifling giggle to catch in your throat.
“Do you want me to go?”
Seduction rang throughout her tone, and like a siren’s call, it almost pulled you under.
Almost.
“I-I want you to go, Shuri.”
“Why, baby?”
“Because just an hour ago, you had some bitch in your bed-”
“Should’ve been you-”
“But it wasn’t, Shuri. It usually isn’t more often than it is.”
“Is it?”
Rage fueled your hands to fly with exasperation, and the girl before you flinched, as though they would come back down onto her.
“I’m not fucking dumb, Shuri-”
“Aren’t you?”
The response came from Shuri’s voice, you knew that for sure, but the girl standing before you hadn’t opened her mouth.
“Usisi-” That one came from the Shuri standing in front of you, slithering from between her clenched teeth like a reptilian.
Her eyes were no longer trained on you. She was staring at something behind you, a moving figure from the way her eyes shifted back and forth, and you almost didn’t want to turn around to know what it was.
Damn, those muscles that moved without instruction.
Shuri Udaku was standing in front of you, hands glued to your waist with a shortcut that she didn’t have yesterday, and yet, somehow, she was also standing behind you, leaning against your doorframe with crossed arms and the same curls that always hung over her furrowed brows.
You weren’t sure how long you’d stopped breathing, but it was long enough to earn a too-loud gasp at the sight before you.
Curly-haired Shuri’s arms dropped, and her hands fell into her oversized pockets before she started making her way toward you, and Short-cut Shuri’s grip on your body tightened.
“You’re not fucking dumb, y/n?”
A gaped mouth was all you could offer up in response.
“You play this game better than me?”
Still nothing.
It’s like you’d regressed back to infancy, forgetting what words were and how to use them.
They didn’t make any sense in your scrambled mind, this didn’t make any fucking sense.
“Ngaba kufuneka uthethe naye ngolo hlobo (You gotta talk to her like that)?”
“Thula (Shut up), usisi”
Foreign tongues spewing foreign words. Shuri times two, standing ahead of you, arguing with herself.
Your Shuri’s eyes shifted, taking in your barely covered body, still in her clone’s grasp, and you could practically see the fire ignite behind her gaze.
“Nalla, izandla zakho (your hands).”
“Kuthekani ngabo (What about them)?”
“Get them off my girl.” Finally, something you could understand. It was slow, the way the duplicate dropped her hands from your hips and brought them down to her side. As soon as hers were gone, Shuri’s replaced them, and the way she pulled your body into hers was rough. It should have hurt her, the harshness with which your back hit her front and her arms wrapped around you in defense.
“Baby-” Shuri’s lips brushed against your ear as she spoke directly into it.
“Sh-Shuri, wha-” It was barely a legible sentence, coming out in gasps that were lulled to silence by Shuri’s shushes.
“I told you I had a surprise for you, baby.” She spoke to you between kisses that were planted gently against behind your ear, trailing down your neck.
The Shuri behind you was the one speaking; it was her warmth you felt and her arms that engulfed you, and yet, it was the Shuri in front of you that had your attention. Your eyes couldn’t leave hers, with a thousand questions burning behind them.
“A surprise-” The crazy octaves you were reaching earlier had long gone, and every syllable that spilled from between your lips was so low, it took concentrating ears to hear.
Mhm, the vibrations from Shuri’s hum tickled against your neck. “Remember that twin you called imaginary?”
“Imaginary-” you parroted absentmindedly.
“Meet the imaginary bitch with whom I shared a womb-”
“Mazenja (bitch), hm?”
“Andizange ndithintitha (I didn’t stutter). Baby girl, Nalla. Nalla, baby girl. Umntwana wam oyintombazana (My baby girl).”
Nalla. You’d never heard Shuri speak of a ‘Nalla’ except for when she was making up a sorry-ass excuse. Yet, here she was, standing before you, a smirk smile etched across the perfect face she shared with her sister. Here she stood, reaching toward you until your hand was in hers and her lips pressed against it, leaving behind a warmth you wanted to feel again.
It didn’t last long enough, though, with Shuri pulling your hand from her sister’s grasp with a click of her tongue.
“Shuri, Nalla-”
“I think you broke her, usisi.” A deep chuckle left Nalla’s lips, and her hand swayed back and forth in front of your gaze, trying hard to break whatever trance you were trapped in.
Shuri’s guard on you broke when the phone in her pocket began to buzz, snatching away her attention, and Nalla swooped in. Her hands tugged yours, pulling you away from her sister until the two of you stood chest-to-chest.
“Come back, baby girl. It ain’t that mind-blowing,” her whispers matched yours, speaking low enough to avoid Shuri’s wandering ears.
She underestimated her sister’s intelligence; Shuri was no dummy. From the corner of her eye, she could see her twin luring you into her space and how willingly you just stepped into it. Suddenly, the phone in her grasp was no longer of interest, and neither was the needy bitch she was entertaining in it.
One foot in front of the other, you were lulled by Nalla, closer and closer and closer, until the vibrations of Shuri clearing her throat shattered the bubble you allowed yourself to become encapsulated in.
“Was I interrupting something?” The question could have easily just floated through the air unanswered, had you not turned toward the sound of her voice and seen the arch in her brows and venom in her frown.
Words still hadn’t found their way back to you yet and there you stood, voice gone as though it’d been stolen straight from your throat.
Nalla took control of the impending situation while your brain was wracked for something to say and your needy eyes looked on from one sister to the other.
“Nah,” her long, veiny hands rubbed along the carve of her chin, and the shackled staring contest between the two of you was broken when her eyes found the ground beneath her. “Nah, Shuri.”
“Then back up. You a little too close to my girl.”
“Intombi yakho (Your girl)?” Nalla’s scoff is low, but not low enough, and it does nothing to diffuse her sister’s anger. She’s yet to release your hands from hers and Shuri’s taken notice.
“Yintoni ingxaki (What’s the problem)?”
“I didn’t say anything, Shuri-”
“You didn’t have to-”
“Nigga, you called me over here-” The lookalikes are speaking as though you’re not standing between them, trapped in a Wakandan princess sandwich-
“Yeah, to iseti the irekhodi ngqo, not try and fuck on intombi yam!” Shuri’s english always breaks when she’s upset; a habit she’s yet to control. Half the sentence is in Xhosa and despite the few months you’d spent with her and the few weeks you’d spent in her country, the words still sounded foreign to your unfamiliar ears.
“Was she your girl when Snow White was laid up in your sheets earlier tonight?”
The step Shuri took toward her sister shook the ground below as though she’d moved the Heavens and the Earth to approach the two of you.
“Fuck you say, Nalla?”
This was not a situation you wanted to be in the middle of, quite literally. Their native tongues flew, leaving you out of a loop that you found yourself to be at the center of. Nalla’s hand rose,pressing against Shuri’s chest and keeping her a full arm’s length away while you stayed squished between the two, barely reaching chin level.
While one twin bore an expression of pure rage, the other was totally amused. Shuri’s nostrils were flared, her teeth bare. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, and you were certain that she was staring past you with a crimson hue.
Cowardice ran a single shiver down your spine, one which made itself more dramatic the more you tried to hide it. It missed Shuri’s eyes, but Nalla took notice and her brows met together in the middle with your reaction toward her sister.
“Kufuneka uhambe (You should go), Shuri.”
Her words were accessorised with little droplets of spit that collected at the corners of her mouth, her jaw taut with anger. “You taking her side? She-”
“I’m not taking nobody side, Shuri, but you’re scaring her.”
You weren’t scared. Who the hell did Nalla think she was, to accuse you of such an emotion?
Fear was an emotion that had escaped long ago when it came to Shuri, and while her fury was scorching, Nalla stood behind you, cooling the burn caused by your former flame.
You weren’t scared, though shocked you stood still, with Nalla’s hands still covering yours and her chest a rooted grounding point against your back.
“You should go-”
“I’m not-”
“Go, Shuri.” Damn your voice for sounding so small, damn you for feeling so trivial.
“Go?”
Your nod was pathetic, as was the way you restrained from wincing when Shuri scoffed.
“Are you serious?”
Another pitiful nod.
“Ha, ight. Let’s go-” Shuri spun toward the door too easily; with no fight. She’d been expecting to hear the sound of her sister’s footsteps follow-
The room remained silent.
Her slow turn was menacing, facing the pair once more, hiding the shock that etched its way across her face when she saw Nalla, standing where she had been before.
“Nalla, masihambe (let’s go).”
“I-” Nalla appeared stuck, flashing frantic eyes between you and her sister, unsure of which way to turn.
“Do you want me to go?” It was a question meant for you, just for you, as her whisper floated directly from her lips and towards your ear.
The room was still, three bodies awaiting an answer.
A confident ‘yes’ should have been your answer. She was a stranger, blood-related to the trigger of your trauma. They shared the same face, strong nose, and sculpted jaw and all. Their hands were similar, but where one grabbed at you roughly, the other stroked you to safety.
Your right shoulder bore the devil Shuri, the one who lied and cheated out of habit. The one who manipulated you like a game and lost her temper like you were a child. She made your stomach hurt, made your head tight with anxiety.
And on your left, was the angel Nalla. Maybe not an angel in truth, but an angel in comparison. You knew nothing of her other than her name, and she, you, yet here she stood, in defiance to her sister to offer you solitude and security. Her hand never left yours, and in thirty minutes, she’d treated you more tenderly than her carbon copy had in seven months.
You leisurely shook your head to and fro, the dome weighing too heavily on your shoulders by all the thoughts that consumed it.
Shuri’s laughter was heinous and it traveled with a chill like ice in your veins. “You for real?”
“She said go, Shuri.”
“Fine,” the princess spat, stepping into your personal space. She was so close, your noses were practically kissing.
Nalla’s grip on the fabric collected at your waist tightened and she was ready to pull you into the safety of her arms if her sister’s temper were to pop off.
“Fine, y/n. I’ll go, but ole’ girl tonight been better than you in seven mon-”
“That’s enough, Shuri. Hamba (Go).”
She parted without another word, and all you and Nalla could do was linger in the remaining essence of her presence.
Nalla’s deep vibrato broke through the silence first. “You good?”
If you were to nod anymore tonight, your head would roll across the floor like a bowling ball.
You were avoiding eye contact with the girl who so closely resembled the source of your hurt. Her head dipped until your gazes were level and a sympathetic smirk played across her chin. “She scared you mute?”
An audible sigh of relief escaped her parted lips when a smirk of your own mirrored hers and teased the corners of your mouth up. “I thought silence suits me?”
The heart beating in your chest stopped when her laughter rang through and my God, it sounded so much like Shuri’s.
“I was wrong, I guess,” Her eyes fall to the floor, searching for anything to look at but you.
“My bad.”
“Fuck you apologizing for?”
“I thought you was just gonna stop at ‘fuck you’”, Nalla laughed again, and this time, you could feel it in your toes. “Nah, ma, I’m sorry for her. I haven’t really been keeping up with her shit these past couple of years-”
“You good.”
“I’m good?”
“Yeah, and I’m good on the apology and shit. Shit sappy, I’m cool.”
Nalla’s silent and for a moment, the two of you are frozen in time, just gazing at one another.
“Why you want me to stay?”
Your shrug was too nonchalant of an answer, and the way her head cocks to the left tells you just that. Any thought behind the question didn’t even bother to cross your mind before you responded. “You kissed me.”
On instinct, in a habit she’d surely picked up over a few years, Nalla’s hand passes over her barren scalp. “I did,” she admits through clenched teeth.
Here stood not-Shuri. She looked like Shuri, but she was not-Shuri. She’d kissed you gently, not like Shuri. She’d kept you safe, not like Shuri. She’d protected you, not like Shuri, from Shuri.
“I liked it.”
Nalla’s entire expression changed at your confession. Her perfectly arched brows jump to the top of her face with a look of undeniable surprise.
“I want you to do it again.”
Her breath caught in her throat when you closed the already non-existent gap between the two of you. “You do?”
Her question was lazy, as was the way her head fell to the side and her gaze deepened upon you.
You nodded one last time before your lips hesitantly met, almost as though this kiss were forbidden and neither of you knew who was to initiate it.
The kiss was forbidden, but once Nalla’s soft mouth descended onto yours, control rolled over into her court, along with your tongue.
How slow, how sensual could a kiss be before one of the participating parties would need to come up for air?
Nalla’s lips were just begging for your teeth to sink into their plumpness and the guttural groan it produced proved it to be a good idea.
Her hands tickled as they roamed your body, trying so hard to keep up the sheet that concealed your intimates while also searching for somewhere to rest while her mouth worked on yours.
The feeling was distracting and the damn sheet had to go.
Your lips never left hers when your arms rose to drop the white sea of fabric from your figure, allowing it to pool at your feet. Nalla couldn’t pull herself away from you to gaze upon the blessing you’d just feasted upon her and the control she once held was now transferred into your court.
With the guidance of your hands, rested underneath the shelf which held your ass high and your hips higher. She lifted you as though you weighed nothing, wrapping your long legs around her waist, bringing your body just a bit higher than hers.
You were mesmerized; the way she handled you was mouthwatering. You weren’t sure if it was the want to get over Shuri or the desire to wash Valkyrie’s touch from you, but you needed this.
This unfamiliar person whose lips you were starting to like the taste of and whose touch burned your flesh in all the right ways.
“Bedroom-” Nalla didn’t appreciate you breaking the kiss, immediately reconnecting your lips and ignoring your words.
Biting her lips once more proved successful to separate yourself for just a moment, though it was a moment too long for the princess.
Mm, hummed from the back of your throat. “Nalla, bedroom-”
“Are you sure?” her panting was hard to control; neither of you realized how long you’d gone without air due to the distractions you served for one another.
“I’m sure.”
Whininess was not a trait you usually held, but it seemed to be a recurring trend tonight. Nalla released you from the air, from her arms gently, sharing in your sadness when your feet touched the ground and your bodies no longer touched.
“Show me.”
Her hand felt like it was sculpted to fit in yours. It molded too-perfectly into yours as the two of you walked down the short hallway, turning the corner to your bedroom, with the bed still messy from you and Val’s rendezvous just hours earlier.
Nalla couldn’t hold back the smile that fell upon her features at the sight of your safe space. “Cute,” it was murmured, and she hadn’t even considered the possibility that you’d heard her.
“I know-”
The corner of her lip tucked between her canines and it had your tummy doing somersaults. Your knees buckled beneath her stare and the hunger behind her eyes. “Um,” Damn, she had you stammering. “Where do you want me?”
Her steps towards you were quick and effortless, as was the way she lifted you by the back of your knees and threw you atop the disheveled sheets. Your naked body bounced with the force of the quick movements and your thighs fell apart to brace yourself for the impact.
“Right there. I want you right there.”
Your pussy was on display to the girl before you and it had her hypnotized. She wasn’t even looking at your face anymore, too focused on your pretty brown and pink folds as she dropped to her knees.
Her arms hooked underneath your thighs, pulling your bare body to the edge of the bed, closer to her. She sank back onto her knees when your pussy rested in her face.
The anticipation in the room was thick enough to cut through and a sexy waiting game ensued. You sat, weight resting on your left arm with Nalla’s head between your thick thighs, not moving but wanting so badly to be.
She had all the patience in the world, sitting and watching your slickness collect and drip, inviting her tongue to lap up the nectar that was being wasted.
You had no patience at all, wiggling your hips, inviting her in, wanting to feel the same soft tongue that explored your mouth explore your cunt.
“You just gonna sit there and stare at it?”
Nalla didn’t move a muscle, other than her eyes, to look up at you. “Just waiting for permission, baby girl.”
“Permission? Nigga, I’m sitting here with my pussy in your face-”
Your words got lost in your throat when a cool stream of air hit your cunt and it quivered beneath Nalla’s gaze.
“Tell me I can, baby-”
“Nalla, man-” You’d never been so whiny with Shuri, never this needy for Val.
“Tell me I can eat it, y/n. Tell me I can play with you. I need to hear you say it.”
If she would have just touched you already, she’d have known you were fucking soaked; she wouldn’t have needed verbal confirmation.
“You can eat it, Nalla, please-”
The rest of your sentence was swallowed by loud and proud moans. Nalla’s flattened tongue spreading your lips and tasting from hole to hole. The muscles in your abdomen tightened at the sudden sensation and your legs curled into your body, allowing the focused girl all the access she wanted.
Nalla was a fucking munch. She kissed at your cunt the same way she did your lips, slowly and sensually and so seductively. Her tongue dipped into your hot core, licking up your taste from the source. Your moans were her melodies, egging her on to continue.
“Ohhh, my gawdddd, Nalla, shit-” Words just thrown together, that made sense in the beginning, and made much less sense now. The tip of her nose rotated about your clit while her mouth swallowed you whole. Every sensation she brought upon you was a new one, from the way she lapped at your lips, to the way she just barely brushed your clit with teasing moves.
You wanted so badly to grab at her hair, but the lack thereof left your hands empty and grasping for something until they rested upon your own breasts. Harsh tugging and not-so-gentle rubbing of your erect nipples between the tips of your thumb and index finger contrasted boldly with the slow way Nalla used her entire tongue to rub across your cunt.
“You taste so fucking good,” The accent, the cussing, the way she licked and sucked as though you were the best meal she’s ever had, it was almost too much.
Your moans morphed into grunts the closer she brought you to your edge. Your clit was so round, so smooth and it fit so perfectly in her mouth when her lips enclosed around it, sucking the little bean hard and flicking the tip of her tongue over it in rapid succession.
“I-uh, I’m close, I’m close-”
It would have been polite to warn the Wakandan that you were a squirter, but your words were slurred together and she couldn’t decipher where one began and another ended. She felt your impending orgasm, with the way your wetness collected on her chin and your clit swelled between her puckered lips.
She was unsuspecting when her index finger played between your folds. Just one, then two, and three, playing at your entrance, but not daring to enter.
But you were so wet, so fucking slick. A slight twitch in your movements caused Nalla’s fingers, all three, to stretch you out as they entered with no warning.
“Oh fuck!” Nalla’s lips released your clit and she planted herself at your entrance, still three fingers deep, mouth open and tongue out. Your cum dripped down her chin, trailing down her neck and falling to the bed as she tried hard to not let any go to waste. What a sticky mess you’d made, in a way that you never had with Val.
Nalla’s eyes bore into your soul when the grip of your warm pussy finally released her hand and she stuck all three fingers in her mouth, sucking your taste off of them and savoring every drop.
“Anybody ever tell you you taste so fucking amazing?”
“Do I?”
Again, she bore that lip bite that could rip the clothes off a nun. “You do.”
“Lemme taste.”
Every muscle in her arm was visible as she raised from her knees and onto her feet, slinking across the bed until her face was right in front of yours.
Your hands were still shaky, recovering from your orgasm, when you brought them up to her face and pulled her lips to yours, taking her bottom lip in your mouth and sucking your taste right off of it.
Nalla’s eyebrows rose in amusement that quickly faded when you pulled her face in again, entangling your tongues together as your cum passed back and forth between your two mouths.
The girl before you smirked when you let her come up from air, eyes glued to your lips before they rose to meet yours. Her sultry lip bite was enough to ignite another round and her whispered words found your ear as she laid you gently against the cool sheets underneath you.
“You nasty girl-”
Nasty indeed. Who didn't play this game better, Shuri?
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Welcome to Danganronpa Rarepair Week 2024!
This event begins on June 16th and ends on June 22nd!
Day One (June 16th): dreaming/soulmates
Day Two (June 17th): summer outing/school dance
Day Three (June 18th): self care/caring for the other
Day Four (June 19th): killing game life/mastermind au
Day Five (June 20th): gift giving/peace
Day Six (June 21st): found footage/local mystery
Day Seven (June 22nd): fashion/decorations
More information on the event under the cut!
The rules are the same as they usually are, but I'll reiterate them!
1. For organization, use the tag [#danganronpa rarepair week 2024] and [#dr rarepair week 2024]! Tagging me is optional, but it's the best chance of me seeing your content. Please also tag the characters involved in the ship and a ship name!
2. All forms of media are allowed! This includes digital/traditional art, stories, edits, and cosplays! However, using others' content is prohibited, and I will block you.
3. Incest and Warrior of Hope ships are prohibited, as well as anything involving Haji Towa. This is mostly for personal comfort. Any entries of these sorts will not be interacted with.
4. NSFW (heavy gore and/or pornography) is allowed, but it will not be reblogged here. Mild gore/implied NSFW will be reblogged. And please tag these things appropriately!
5. Please keep in mind that this is for rarepair content! Don't get me wrong, many mainstream ships are great, but I think that many rare ships also deserve a week to shine. And instead of making tons of individual weeks, I made one collective week for them.
And remember to have fun!!! I'm glad that so many people enjoyed the event, and I can't wait to see what people come up with!
6. There is no deadline for this ship week! Please feel free to do the prompts even if you miss the days!
QNA:
Are cross-game ships allowed? Yes!
What counts as a popular/disallowed ship? I made a list, which can be found here and will also be reblogged at some point as a reminder.
Do I have to stick to one ship for the whole week? No! You can if you want to, or you can submit multiple ships, as long as they're rarepairs.
Is implied NSFW/a fade to black scene okay? Yes! As long it's not explicit, you're good.
Are any characters besides the WoH/Haji Towa banned? No! The main game characters and manga/anime exclusive characters are welcome.
#danganronpa rarepair week 2024#dr rarepair week 2024#danganronpa rarepair#dr rarepair#danganronpa#trigger happy havoc#goodbye despair#killing harmony#danganronpa summer camp#my post
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Hello everyone it's been brought to my attention that there's a serial hate commenter/troll among us (apparently they've been leaving nasty comments on other people's work as well)
please block them and report them if you can for your own peace of mind @questionablemay (ofc they made it so they wouldn't be tagged, don't dish it out if you can't take it)
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Prompt List 2024
As previously decided through popular vote, this event will take place in August of this year. The exact dates will be August 4th - 10th (Sunday-Saturday). Each day will have two different prompts to choose from - as always, please keep in mind the following about the prompts and the event in general:
You can choose one prompt or both per day, or you can skip a day. There is no minimum or maximum participation requirement
You can take the prompts as literally or as loosely as you like
For any prompt with a / in it, you may use either the first or second option, or you may use both. Feel free to have fun with it!
This is a tumblr event. We will not be making an AO3 collection, nor will we be on any other platform. You are, however, more than welcome to host your content on other platforms and share a link on tumblr for us to promote.
Please review our updated rules and regulations post
Feel free to look at our FAQ
No bashing of any kind, of ships, content, or people. Don’t be a fucking bully, you’ll get your ass banned and blocked so fast
Please review the disqualified ships list for this year before you start creating
Tagging rules will be below the prompt list, under a cut. Please remember to tag your content properly as outlined in the updated rules and regulations post. The mod team is small, and the way we reblog/tag content is clicking OPs tags to quick add them - there is no way we could properly tag our reblogs otherwise.
By tags, we mean the actual tag section of a tumblr post. Putting everything at the top of your post is amazing and wonderful, and a practice we do commend, but it does not count in this regard. Use the actual tags section or we will not reblog your content. If anyone has any questions about this, our inbox and DMs are open - we are here to help and want to promote your content.
A special thank you to those who submitted prompts this year. We included as many as we could :)
Sunday 4th: Poison | Unlikely Alliances
Monday 5th: Hanahaki | "You came." "You called."
Tuesday 6th: First meeting/Last meeting | Madara Quote*
Wednesday 7th: Catherynne Quote** | Red String of Fate
Thursday 8th: Seasons | Murphy's Law/Yhprum's Law
Friday 9th: Amnesia | Dialogue prompt #2***
Saturday 10th: Free day | Radhanath Quote****
Quotes and second dialogue prompt are below the cut
*Madara Quote: "Man seeks peace, yet at the same time yearning for war. Those are the two realms belonging solely to man.
**Catherynne M. Valente Quote: He'll burn you down like wax if you let him.
***Dialogue prompt #2: "If I'd known where our paths would lead us, I'd have run the other way when I met you."
****Radhanath Swami Quote: In the heart that harbors the weed of selfish greed, the flower of love cannot survive.
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Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024: Prompts & Rules
Prompts
Click here for the in depth prompt list post, including prompt descriptions click here. Cick on each day for prompt ideas!
Day 1 ~ 4/7 ~ Beginnings
Day 2 ~ 4/8 ~ Comfort
Day 3 ~ 4/9 ~ Secrets
Day 4 ~ 4/10 ~ Adventure
Day 5 ~ 4/11 ~ Favorite tropes
Day 6 ~ 4/12 ~ Celebration
Day 7 ~ 4/13 ~ Free day!
2024 Masterlists
Unsure what Consensual Non-Monogamy (CNM) is?
Click here to find out more about CNM and this event! Use these links to learn about the top 5 CNM misconceptions, and why they're not true: #1, #2, #3, #4, #5.
Rules
Poly+ ACOTAR week supports all ACOTAR characters and ACOTAR ships. This blog is both character and ship neutral. Please leave all character and ship wars at the door.
All forms of content creation are supported by this blog! (art, fics, moodboards, playlists, incorrect quotes, headcanons, drabbles, theories, etc.)
There is no restriction on content. You’re welcome to post NSFW as long as it is tagged appropriately.
We do not tolerate hate. Please do not argue or spread negativity on other creators' content. This blog is here to support all creators and their content as we celebrate and spread awareness about consensual non monogamy (CNM). If you’re unsure what CNM is, please visit our post about the top 5 CNM misconceptions here with additional resources. Please feel free to block this blog if this type of content is not to your liking. The peace of mind of our creators is equally important as the peace of mind as those who see the content.
We will not reblog or interact with any AI art.
Feel free to be free! Each prompt was specially designed to be incredibly broad on purpose. You’re welcome to interpret them in any way that you’d like! You do not need to stick with one character or group of characters throughout the week. If you’re looking for some ideas, we will post some guiding questions about the prompts as well as specific ships as we work toward the event week!
We will have a collection (Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024) on AO3! If you already post on AO3, we love to hear it! If not, consider branching out to a new audience and joining us there as well! We would love to share your work with as many people as possible.
Please use the tag poly+acotarweek2024 when posting. This will allow us to find your work so that it can be added to the daily and weekly collection.
Please feel free reach out to the blog with any questions you might have!
#acotar#acosf#poly!acotar#nessriel#batboys x reader#poly+acotarweek2024#poly+acotarweek#azris x reader#poly!batboys#feysand x reader#feytamsand#nazris#eltamcien#nerissian#elucriel#lufeylin#carhysta#poly!batboys x reader#nessian x reader#nessian x azriel#cazriel x reader#cazriecien#feysandriel#elain x emorie#tamcien x reader#valkyries x reader#valkyries#cazriecien x reader#tamsand x reader#elucien x reader
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Eris Week 2024: Rules, Prompts, and FAQ
Welcome to the official Eris Week Blog!
This post is intended to serve as a master post for the entire event. It will include the dates, prompts, rules, and a FAQ! Make sure to click the read more to get ALL the information!
Prompts and Master Lists
2024 Prompts
Event Master Lists
2023 Eris Week Master List
2024 Eris Week Master List (TBA)
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Rules
Eris Week supports all mediums of creativity (art, fics, mood boards, playlists, incorrect quotes, headcanons, drabbles, theories, etc)
You can ship Eris with anyone and everyone. This blog is ship-neutral and will support all works. Eris x OCs and Eris x Reader are welcome too!
There is no restriction on content. You're welcome to post NSFW as long as you tag appropriately.
Be as wild as you like! Every day has a prompt, but they are purely optional! Like last year, we’ll be providing some additional guidance and questions per prompt, to help you brainstorm ideas!
We do not tolerate hate. Please do not argue or spread negativity on other creators' content during this week. We are here to support one another and celebrate one of our favorite characters! If you are not a fan of Eris, you are welcome to block this blog! Your peace of mind is important as is that of our creators.
We will not reblog or interact with any AI art.
We will have a Collection (ErisWeek2024) on AO3! Do some double duty and post your masterpiece there too!
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FAQ
How do I participate in Eris Week?
During Eris Week, please post your content on tumblr. Tag this blog in the main body of your post (@erisweekofficial) and tag your post with #erisweek2024. If you are posting on AO3, make sure to add your work to the Eris Week AO3 Collection and post your link here on tumblr.
If we don’t reblog your post within 24 hours, feel free to send us a message with the link! We would never intentionally not reblog someone’s post.
How can I see all the works posted during Eris Week?
During Eris week, we will compile a list of all works created for that day and post the following morning, Eastern Time.
So, Day 1 we will reblog all Day 1 content. Then we’ll start off Day 2 by posting the Day 1 master list and then start reblogging all Day 2 content. This is so we can try to account for multiple time zones. If we miss your post or the link is wrong etc, please reach out and we will fix ASAP.
At the end of the event we will have THE MASTER LIST to rule them all that will contain links to each day’s master list.
If I’m not a creator, how can I support Eris Week?
Leading up to the event, reblog our posts and/ or let your favorite creators know this event is happening! Visibility is incredibly helpful!
Reblog and comment on Eris Vanserra works leading up to and during the event! Supporting work now will encourage creators for the event week itself!
During Eris Week, be sure to leave a nice comment on AO3 works as well!
I want to participate, but I am nervous! Do you have any advice?
Character event Weeks are an excellent way to practice your craft, take risks, and explore art in a low stakes environment. Here are some words of wisdom that have helped folks in the past:
When in doubt, start small! Write a drabble, write some bullet points, make a sketch. All of this is 100% accepted and supported during Eris week.
Don’t feel like you have to do something for every day! Pick one or two days that really resonate with you and make content for those days!
Don’t compare yourself with others! It’s hard, especially when well known folks are also participating. But remember, everyone is happy to get any content, especially Eris fans. We’re hungry for anything folks will give us! And one day, you may be that well-known creator ;)
Don’t aim for perfection! Post something with typos, get a canon detail wrong! People will ignore it and love what you’ve made anyways. I am sure that somewhere in these guidelines, there is a typo! Embrace the chaos!
If you’re looking for some reassurance, share your work with a friend ahead of time. Get their feedback! Sometimes a little encouragement can go a long way. Both of the Eris Week organizers are creators and are more than happy to chat with you about ideas, offer advice, or simply cheer you on.
I have a question that isn’t here!
Feel free to send us asks, we’d love to hear from you all! You can send questions, head canons, ideas, or anything else! If you have a question you’d like us to answer privately, be sure to let us know in the ask. Otherwise, all other asks will be published on our blog.
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A child blessed by Gaiathra herself~
May the Mother Goddess thrice close her eyes for you, keeping your blood eternally pulsing. May your journey be forever peaceful and your schemes forever concealed.
A desert planet ravaged by war is all too complicated a matter to understand for the mind of a child. Their innocence burns bright despite anything, strengthening their resolve.
Kakavasha is all too used to the state of what once was his family’s home, torn apart. He can only imagine what it had been like before, curled up intently listening to his big sis tell him stories spun from the wisps of memory she still has.
His father had passed away before his birth, and his mother shortly afterwards. All that is left of his parents is a simple yet beautiful necklace gifted to his big sis from their mother.
His sister treasures the thing, but never falls short to remind Kakavasha that he is the most precious thing she could ever have.
It’s too bad that the poor boy is stuck in such a peculiar state of mind that he seems almost unaware of the passing of all three of them, and that he stands alone where he believes to be talking to his big sis.
Notes from the moderator:
Mod also runs @aventurine-official, so the format is her own and is not plagiarized :)
Guidelines:
~ Keep the asks sfw if you please, Vasha is a minor.
~ No random links in asks unless they are links to other Tumblr posts (if they are there, please specify what they are)
~ Be kind, please. Any hateful comments related but not limited to racisms, sexism, homophobia, ableism, ageism and transphobia will not be tolerated here and you may be blocked.
~ Platonic shipping is allowed, but nothing further for Kakavasha’s sake. He’s only a child.
~ Try to avoid sending DMs to the mod unless you are another mod (in which case, feel free!)
~ Anons are more than welcome here! You may have a personalized tag and everything :)
List of current anon signoffs here
Key (if applicable):
“ “ : for dialogue
** : for movements
( ) : ooc
Tags:
#a most lucky child 🍀 : Art reblogs
#amber rain 🌧️ : Random thoughts and calm moments
#a new friend? ☀️ : Asks from anons and others
#by gaiathra’s blessing 💫 : Interactions with other Honkai Star Rail blogs
#big sis! 💍 : Interactions with / mentions of Kakavasha’s sister
#nice mister 🗿 : Interactions with / mentions of Dr. Ratio
#fancy mister 🦚 : Interactions with / mentions of Aventurine
Masterlist post of Honkai Star Rail-official blogs linked here
#intro post#pinned post#aventurine#aventurine hsr#kakavasha hsr#kakavasha#2.1 spoilers#hsr oc#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr rp#honkai star rail rp
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Being relatively new to this fandom I just have to say that this Acotar fandom is unbelievable disrespectful to each other in term of ship wars. Where’d the etiquette go?. I see NONSTOP anti-shippers posting/reblogging/commenting/harassing on the ship posts they don’t agree with. On insta, tiktok, tumblr, twitter, etcetc. Also tagging ships that are not related to the post or tagging ships/characters you are making fun of is pretty low of you.
Am I the only one that has absolutely lost their patience with it. Just some examples cause it happens with ALL ships. Do not start discussing how elucien or gwynriel is better on a artists fanart of Elriel. If i was an artist trying to show my love for something and someone did that i would lose my shit on them. Or don’t post about how awful Nesta is on a nessian or nesta appreciation post. Or Don’t tell an azris(whatever eris and az ship is called not sure) that azriel and elain are true mates on their post. Why would you even do that in the first place?
If you see a post about a ship someone is celebrating that has nothing to do with your ship why are you pushing your ship or opinion on said ship on other people? WHY?
Mind your own business. Make your own post. Ship whatever you want. Pushing your ship on others is rude and won’t make them change their mind and will in fact make people angry and start fights. Thats the WHOLE POINT of tagging things and blocking tags too.
If you think i’m out of my mind thinking Elaine and Azriel will be endgame in the next book leave me to my delusions please. Thanks
Its also very hard to avoid ships/topics that can cause triggers when they are everywhere you look.
No matter how mean and rude you are about your ship SJM is still not going to write what you want and instead will write whatever she pleases, so just live in peace for gods sake. What will be will be.
If you think you should be able to start fights and be disrespectful let me know here so i can block you, thanks.
Also just curious what is the bryce and azriel ship called?
#elriel#feysand#nessian#elucien#gwynriel#azris#bryce x azriel#elain archeron#azriel acotar#feyre archeron#rhysand#cassian#nesta archeron#gwyneth berdara#eris vanserra#lucien vanserra#honestly can’t think of other ship names atm lol#acotar#acosf#acofas#acomaf#a court of thorns and roses#a court of silver flames#a court of mist and fury
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How to not be someone's friend... (yes, that's okay!)
I've been quiet about the latest round of fandom drama. I had hoped it would subside, but just like with all arguments this fandom seems to get into, there have been "sides". I've had people from both "sides" come to me for advise. There are people in this fandom that don't want to choose sides but they are afraid of others being upset or mad at them for choosing to be friends with someone someone else doesn't "like".
We don't all have to agree. It's okay to have different views on an issue. It's okay if some issues are black and white for you while other people have areas of grey. It's okay to make mistakes. Everyone here is human. Not one person here is perfect. It's okay not to like everyone. It's okay to block people and tags you don't enjoy.
It is NOT okay for anyone to tell anyone else who they can be friends with or who to interact with. That is bullying. It's NOT okay to tell anyone else who they can interact with to be your friend. That is bullying. It's NOT okay to send anon hate to someone. That is bullying.
It is okay to not be someone's friend...except we're never really taught how to do that! We're taught how to be friends, but what happens when we can't?
Well, I was reminded of this video today and I want to share it with you. We share this with students heading to middle school, I know we're not 11 or 12 here, but I hope we can watch this with an open mind. Remember that we are all people and it's okay to not be friends, but do it with respect. Everyone deserves respect.
Note: this is not about ANYONE in particular. I just watched this with my students today, and thought it was worth sharing. Please don't reply with hate or negativity. If this post isn't for you, please ignore it and move on. I truly wanted to try to share how not to be friends in hopes it could give some people some peace and find some enjoyment here again. I don't want to lose anyone.
We have to exist together, we don't have to be friends, and that's okay! This fandom is small and everyone deserves a place, let's coexist and share our love of this silly little app. 💖
#it's okay to not be friends#it's okay not to like this post#dani rambles#how not to be friends#also her shirt in the video is my favorite. I am obsessed with it!
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This was an interesting request. I was asked to do Natasha with a panic disorder, though there are PTSD flashbacks included with these. I noticed that while I was starting to write this, ideas and scenes started coming and were basically pouring out of my mind...so this was really good.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Student! Reader
Warnings: Natasha has a panic / ptsd attack,
Words: 1.1k
Requested by: ? Was my old account
Tagging: @tyler-t0t
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“It is currently four thirty a.m, on May fifth twenty twenty one, the weather outside is fifty three degrees and it is said that it will rain off and on all day.” FRIDAY’S voice chimed through my room, rousing me from my bed and forcing me to cross the room to shut it off or she would start repeating it on and on again until I lost my shit.
Why am I up this early again? I don’t think I have anything impor-oh.
Finals.
The last two weeks were filled with massive studying blocks, and the occasional movie night with the team. Despite being in my late twenties, when S.H.I.E.L.D. offered to pay for college classes, I took them up on that offer. I went back over to my bedside and straightened my bed out, then drank some water as I scrolled through and checked my phone.
I was given a month off of Avenger duty to do my finals, as long as I helped with reconnaissance...and took up a three month recon mission afterwards. The last thing I wanted to do, but there’s always a price to pay and a balance to serve.
A quick shower, a change of clothes, a bagel, and a cup of coffee later, I padded back into my room and stretched. It was almost five, and I decided to see if Natasha was awake before I started a two-hour study block. I never liked to be interrupted unless it was absolutely necessary during those times, so I made a point to check on her before and after I started them.
Lately, ever since she got back from a mission with Bucky she’s been a bit distant, and only from Bucky did I learn that they found an old training center for the black widows. No one was there, but I’m dead certain that is fucked with Natasha. Since then, both Bucky and I have been trying to keep an eye on her the best we can. She looked almost hollow when she got back, dark circles under her eyes, her normally bright red, fluffy hair, was dark and dull. Her skin was a lot paler and she had lost a decent amount of weight. She had asked me to cut her hair, which was past her shoulders at this point, back to around her ears. That was definitely when I knew something was up.
I knocked softly before opening the door, peering into the room. The fairy lights that I got her for christmas that she strung around her room were on, and she was curled into a ball on the bed, clutching the stuffed bunny I got her a while ago. She looked almost peaceful, but her face was still tense. The fact that she was holding a gun in her hand didn’t help either. Whatever happened there, whatever she saw, triggered this…
I peeked around the room and noticed a laundry basket filled past the brim with clothes, including a few of her favored hoodies, which unsurprisingly were all mine. I quietly slid it out the door and carried it to the laundry room, starting it and setting a timer on my phone to switch it when it was done. Passing back to my room, I glanced in and upon noticing she was still asleep, I quietly closed the door. I flipped the sign on my door around to ‘Studying, two hour block. Please do not disturb unless you want to get a knife thrown at your head.’ and closed my door.
Roughly an hour into my study session, my alarm went off and I quickly ducked out of my room and started down the hallway to switch the laundry before pausing. That’s when I heard it.
Screaming, coming from Nat’s room.
The door was still closed, and locked, apparently as I shoved it open breaking said lock in the process. She was sitting on the ground, back to the wall holding her hands in front trying to fend off Bucky from touching her while he crouched in front of her, yelling at her in Russian. Upon seeing me he turned and motioned towards her, switching back to English.
“She was yelling, and you didn’t hear so I went to check and she started attacking me, I can’t get her to calm down, I don’t know what to do-” he started, before another scream and what sounded like heavy, heavy Russian threats came from Natasha. She looked horrified, trying to get as far away from him as possible. Then it hit me; she thought she was back in the Black Widow training, and didn’t know he wasn’t trying to hurt her-
“Natasha, Natasha, Natasha look at me!” I said as I went over and grabbed the redhead’s arms, but not before her nails dragged across my face. I pinned them against the wall and looked at her, trying to even my breathing.
“Breathe, Nat. You’re okay, you’re safe, you’re not there. You’re okay…” I told her.
I switched over to Spanish, telling Barnes to get the fuck out and to keep everyone off this floor until she was okay. There was definitely some colorful language thrown in there, but it was the least of my worries. My face throbbed, and I kept staring at Nat, keeping myself calm. I knew she would be calm if I showed I was, so I kept my breathing even and nodded towards her.
I adjusted my grip on her hands so it was less forceful, and started in Russian. “You’re free, you escaped, he is free, he is not going to harm you, you’re free, you escaped…” the same chant we had going when these attacks started happening a few years ago when she saw Bucky sometimes.
Finally, finally after what felt like a lifetime her breathing was even and she started to relax a bit.
Clearing her throat, and in a raspy voice she finally spoke to me in English: “I hurt you....” I nodded.
“It’s already clotted, it’s okay, love, I’ll be fine. C’mere..” I replied as I released her hands and opened my arms for her. The force in which she threw herself into them knocked me flat on my ass, but I happily accepted it and pulled her close to her, rubbing my hands on her back and kissing the top of her head.
“It’s okay, my love, you’re alright...it’s over..” I whispered as she nodded. We stayed like that for a long while, just holding each other.
#miscfandomwrites#black widow x reader#avengers x reader#marvel#marvel x reader#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff
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Happy Valentine's, and you asked me a question, I will answer it, so please do not ignore.
"Unless you mean to say that the ship itself should be his beloved?" You are 3000% correct. As for what drove me to lash out at you before, just ask yeaka.
I'm still not entirely sure what you're aiming to accomplish, hon - but if it's to accuse me of plagiarism, you are seriously barking up the wrong tree. Likewise, if you're angry that I dared to write Khan with an Original Character rather than someone from canon, I truly don't give a fig.
I work in a field where I have to deal with strangers being dishonest with me nearly every day. So much so, that I know a lie within a few moments of our conversation starting. When I share with other folks the myriad ways that Liars have devised to rip off a retailer in the course of returning something, they (as I used to be) are shocked to learn the many ingenious means of deception. My reply is always, 'Well, you wouldn't think of something like that because you're a honest person'. And likewise, it never occurred to me to look up the word 'yeaka' as I figured it was a typo, rather than a basis for an accusation.
However, one of my dear tumblr friends thought to look it up and discovered it's an AO3 penname of someone who writes Khan fic, shipping him with various canon characters. For the record, I don't recall ever reading anything of theirs - nor have I visited their works now out of curiosity. I didn't think to look for myself as some means of defense because I am simply NOT A PLAGIARIST. Every fic I've published is based on my own imagination, including those that resulted from RP with partners who granted me permission to write them.
If on the other hand, you simply can't tolerate shipping Khan (or any canon character) with someone non-canon, I'd advise you to keep to your own lane and block tags for fics that may raise your ire. If you're curious, though, you might discover there is a wealth of fics featuring OCs, as well as stories featuring crossover characters from completely unrelated fandoms. Make a quick search of 'Khanlolly' alone, and you'll find many, many stories featuring romance between Khan and Molly Hooper from BBC Sherlock, basically because he wears Benedict's face. Khanlolly is an offspring of the Sherlolly fandom.
In short, fan fiction Authors are free to play with whatever characters they want in whatever manner they choose. As of today, there are no fic police to restrict what can and cannot be written. If you don't like, don't read. That will ensure peace of mind for everyone involved.
#ugh#my writing#my writing is my writing#for good or for ill it's ALWAYS been mine#oh and...#ship & let ship#means we have the freedom to write what we will#just as Readers have the right to choose what to consume
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ooo can you do more xavier thorpe dating/fluff hcs? i loveyour blog btw :))
Xavier Thorpe Dating Hcs!
Tagging: @juneberrie @collieflower215
Warnings: talks of mental health and depression, slight mention of making out and hickeys, but nothing other than that
Starting off, his top 3 love languages (from 3rd to 1st) are acts of service, physical affection, and gift giving
Doing/showing these are how he says he loves you without words
Xavier likes doing things for you, weather it be carrying your things, cleaning your room, getting you food, helping you with errands, or literally anything you can think of
Physical affection is pretty close to 1st place. He likes holding you, kissing you, having you against him. He can’t get enough of having you in his lap and/or in his arms
But I feel like it’s so easy to forget that he’s probably rich. Like his dad, although an asshole, just gives Xavier money so he doesn’t have to deal with his son. But most of the time, when he’s not buying clothes or art supplies, he’s buying things for you. Clothes, food, jewelry, blankets, and literally anything else. He buys you something whenever you need it or it reminds him of you.
Okay now
This boy has got some issues
When something, anything, is wrong he pushes everyone away (projecting, Mick?)
It makes it so obvious that he’s not okay, but you’ll basically have to force him to talk if he bottles it up for too long
More than anything he needs someone who will listen and just be there when he needs it
He knows that loving him isn’t easy, so he needs someone who’ll be patient with him
He doesn’t cry often, so if he sheds even a few tears it’s probably serious
He really only cries over his lack of parental love and the pure exhaustion his depression can bring
When it’s get bad he just cries
Moving on
You guys spend a lot of time in his art shed
He likes having you in his lap while he paints so he can kiss you every so often
If you ask him for art lessons he will simply melt
A lot of times you two go in there to just hang out. Music might be playing and you two will either sit on the floor in each other’s arms and talk or make out or something
He won’t mind if you go in his shed without him, he just asks you to not search through his stuff
The only thing he would ever hide in there is a gift for you, but he wants to know that he can trust you to respect his privacy
Of course, he does the same for you
There’s not much to do in there, but it smells like him and there’s paintings and sketches of you and him in there
It’s peaceful
Also, Xavier just smells good
He doesn’t smell like anything in particular, other than his deodorant, but naturally he just has a nice smell
Xavier has a tendency to get carried away with affection
Like he gets so lost in loving you that he forgets about the rest of the world
Please get yourself some foundation and/or concealer because hickeys are a very common thing
Xavier has pages on pages of you in his sketchbook
There’s paintings galore, as well
You’re his muse. Anytime he struggles with art block, he draws you
He’ll show you occasionally, but he keeps those works of you to himself because he finds it embarrassing
Xavier’s a pretty fidgety guy, so he likes messing around with your hands and fingers
He kisses your knuckles as a grounding technique
Please please please please please play with his hair
Speaking of which, he cares about his hair a lot more than he lets on
He has a whole routine
He likes cuddling a lot
Just having you in his arms makes him happy
You bet your ass he’s the big spoon
Pet names are pretty minimal compared to other characters
Other than “babe,” “baby,” and occasionally “hun,” he doesn’t use them that much
Xavier insists that forehead kisses are superior to any other kind of kiss
Yes, he loves lip kisses, but getting to kiss your forehead makes him so proud of himself
He does kiss your collarbones too (and around the area)
Like he pulls you in and leans down to press a kiss there
Shoulder and shoulder blade kisses happen when he’s next to you or behind you
I’m sorry he gives off babygirl energy
He does like making fun of you but it’s all good fun
He’s apologize as soon as possible if he ever accidentally hurt your feelings
Speaking of feelings, Xavier sometimes has trouble understanding how to deal with emotions
When something is wrong, he’ll ask what you need from him because he has no way of knowing what to do
He wants you to be comfortable enough to seek comfort from him and tell him what he can do
But if you need space, he’ll understand and give you some time alone after giving you a few kisses
Everything you guys do together has you both laughing and giggling a ton
When he’s in a good mood he’s so fun
He’s adorable
He acts nonchalant about it, but when you talk about things you like or dislike he 100% takes a mental note
That just adds to the gift giving language
He does that thing where he puts his hand on the small of your back when he’s guiding you somewhere igstsyxjvlblghdhcjvlfi
Butterflies I swear
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Sparring
Pairing: Tobirama Senju x Fem Reader
Summary: After returning home and sparring with the reader, all Tobirama does is complain about Hashirama’s way of leading the Five Kage Summit. Noticing how sparring isn’t getting rid of his stress, the reader takes it away another way
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)(Oral M Receiving)
Word Count: 1k
Tag List: @wheeler-beretta-harwood
I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:
“You should’ve seen how he was just bowing to the Kage like some mere civilian!”
I had a feeling this “sparring session” in the courtyard would turn into Tobirama complaining about Hashirama and the Five Kage summit.
Being his advisor wasn’t easy, that I knew especially with them being brothers and their different views on how to lead. So, I let him vent, still swinging my blade as I responded:
“He just wants peace between the villages, Tobirama, maybe he just did what he had to do to accomplish that.”
“He’s the hokage!” He stressed, growling with his next swing that I blocked, “He needs to rule with an iron fist.”
“Well, it is Hashirama after all,” I shrugged slighting, pushing forward on my blade against his, “And you know he has uh, a complex personality.”
“That’s not the point,” He quickly pushed me back, taking another stance and as I slide back, I got into mine, shaking my head:
“Not everyone’s like you. All you can do is advise him to the best of your abilities.”
“Only if he’d ever listen,” He groaned, thinking he could catch me off guard with his speed, but we’ve been sparring for years. I knew just about every trick he had up his sleeve.
His speed was admirable, incomprehensible on the battle field which I’ve seen, sliding under him as I stuck my sword into the ground, able to arch my palm and knock his sword from his hand, taking it and twirling him into a kiss.
That was one good way to shut him up, but never for long.
“We’re supposed to be sparring, Y/N-“
He always took sparring seriously too, but there were a change of plans today, pushing him against the tree in the courtyard, pressing my lips harder:
“Sparring isn’t getting rid of your stress, so maybe this will.”
“In the courtyard?” He didn’t sounded too pleased, only because he never liked admitting how easily I could loosen him up, giggling at him:
“No one is here but us. Will you ever stop worrying so much?”
“Do you not understand the responsibilities I have?” Gosh, he loved to complain, rolling my eyes as he broke our kiss, another idea coming to mind that finally got him to stop.
Frozen against the tree, his eyes followed me down to the ground, sinking to my knees and noticing that his nagging was hiding what he was truly feeling.
If I kissed him right, it worked him right up, smirking up at him while palming his cock softly, feeling how he was growing harder at my every touch.
“If some kisses doesn’t help, maybe this will.”
He had no rebuttals this time, watching as I pulled his pants down softly, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth the second it was freed.
I could hear all of the groans and grumbles that he hid under his breath, fingertips running across my scalp before taking a handful of hair, mumbling:
“Damn you, Y/N..”
“Just think, Tobi,” Letting his tip pop free from my lips for a moment, stroking the length of his cock slowly, increasing speed with my smile, “You have some time to relax. So, enjoy it. A busy life like ours, these moments are rare, you know?”
“Suppose you’re not wrong,” Finally, he cracked, eyes closing softly and leaning back against the tree while pushing my head back down to his cock, taking it happily, deep throating every inch till my nose met his stomach.
Pulling back with a chuckle, i swirled my tongue around his tip, up and down his slit to clean the bit of pre that oozed out, snickering, “You know I’m right.”
“Shhh,” Pushing my head back down, he thrusted his hips at me softly to have his cock down my throat, “Just let me enjoy this.”
He was in for it for that little remark, gladly letting him enjoy it, cupping his balls and keeping my mouth open wide to allow his hips to keep thrusting, adding a few of my own bobs along with it.
It was hard to fight the slight gag I was feeling, but knowing how much pleasure he was taking in and surely needing it, I ignored it, holding both of his thighs and massaging softly as they grew tense after so much, beginning to feel his cock throb.
I always knew how to take care of him, signaling for him to stay still with my hand pushing his hip against the tree, pulling back to suck his tip with hollowed cheeks, hand pumping the rest of his shaft and sure enough, his throbbing grew, hand tightening in my hair with a few groans:
“I hope you know-“
I didn’t need him to tell me, looking threw my lashes to smile at him right as his seed began to shoot in my mouth, unable to chuckle at the slight drop of his jaw, a rush flashing through his eyes at the sight.
“Why’d I even say anything?” He chuckled under his breath, shaking with one last groan as I swallowed him down, taking his cock down my throat one last time and we heard in the distance:
“Tobirama?!”
His face was as red as a fire, both of quickly backing away from the tree. I returned to my sword while he fixed himself quickly, then dashing over to his sword that was on the ground, right as Hashirama walked into the courtyard.
“Oh, Y/N! Lovely seeing you!” He smiled, coming over to hug me.
“Always a pleasure,” I smiled back, returning his hug as Tobirama came to join us:
“Just having a sparring session. Is this important?”
“Is there an issue with your big brother coming to visit?” He teased, ruffling his hair and it made me giggle, having to hide more laughs when he noticed:
“My your face is so red. Y/N here giving you a challenge?”
“Challenge? Pfft,” He rolled his eyes, growling as Hashirama added:
“Let me join in!”
Taking off, he went to grab his own sword and I finally let out the laughs dying to come out of me, squealing softly at the spank Tobirama left on my bottom:
“Hush, you.”
“What?” I smirked, whispering to him, “Does he not know about us yet?”
“My intimate life is none of his concern,” His eyes darted, giving me a smirk of his own, “Say anything to him about what just happened and you’ll really be in trouble.”
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