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the tannies being relatable on episode 31 of Run BTS
#dailybangtan#dailybts#trackofthesoul#armysource#purplearmynet#bangtanedit#btsedit#armygfx#g#ot7#wait i forgot people have user tags now#userkelli#usersan#tusermanny
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𝓬𝓸𝔀𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮
synopsis: libby gets hate on insta posts and who is nash not to defend his beloved soon-to-be-wife?
pairing: libby x nash (the inheritance games)
content: fluff fluff fluff, hate comments, nash and libby being the perfect couple, mentions of their wedding
word count: 500
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goth_cupcakes baking for my fiancé! <3
tagged: cowboylikeme
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user1 girl i beg you for the recipe 🙏🙏
↳goth_cupcakes its here [link]
↳user1 you are a goddess thank you
↳user2 she's acc so sweet (like her cookies)
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cowboylikeme can't wait to marry you
↳goth_cupcakes exactly like its such a LONG time, i want to marry you NOW >:(
↳cowboylikeme patience love
↳user5 i DID NOT need to be reminded of my singleness on a sunday morning >:(
↳scones_ontop frfr
↳motherfaxingmax HEY YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND
hawthorne_heiress gimme some later
↳cowboylikeme hawthornes don't share cookies
↳daredevil he never said smth like this SHARE THE DAMN COOKIES
Grayson_Hawthorne The cupcakes look nice.
↳goth_cupcakes thank you gray but please for the love of god and your work, drop the capitals and punctuation
↳Grayson_Hawthorne No.
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cowboylikeme give me my hat back
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goth_cupcakes nope
↳cowboylikeme please?
↳goth_cupcakes you can do better
↳cowboylikeme my gorgeous goddess girlfriend, soon to be wife, the love and light of my life, i, on my knees beg you to return my hat
↳goth_cupcakes fine 🙄 take the damn hat back
↳hawthorne_heiress everyone, she's sobbing cuz of the 'wife'
↳goth_cupcakes IM NOT
↳user7 i love my parents
user5 the way she keeps him on his knees 🛐
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↳hawthorne_heiress my sister's so girlboss
↳motherfaxingmax i need lessons cuz my "boyfriend" FORGOT that he had a girlfriend 🙄
↳scones_ontop I SAID IM SORRY
user6 does no one realise that she's manipulating everyone by being OVERLY sweet SHE IS A LIAR
↳cowboylikeme with all due respect, which is none, fuck off.
↳user2 no one needs your toxicity here
↳hawthorne_heiress bitch you're trying to gaslight people into thinking my sister is manipulative, you're the liar here
user12 user6 OMG I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THIS
↳user18 EXACTLY LIKE SHE'S DISGUSTING
↳Grayson_Hawthorne I have the names and social security numbers.
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cowboylikeme i'd happily get manipulated by this gorgeous liar
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goth_cupcakes 🥹🥹 i love you so so so so much
↳cowboylikeme i love you more darling
user7 if my bf ain't like this im dumping his ass
↳user5 hawthornes raised our standards too high then left us with too high standards and no bitches
user3 user6's been real quiet since this dropped
↳user1 i acc feel second-hand embarrassment for them
↳user2 and user12 and user18 too
↳user4 i heard they went into hiding
user11 i want a nash on the go, please and thank you
hawthorne_heiress you have my full approval to marry my sister
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daredevil wedding when?
↳scones_ontop fr like get married already idiots 🙄 /aff
↳Grayson_Hawthorne The wedding transactions have been made.
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a/n: i'm sorry this so short, its my first smau ever so lmk if you like it
©reyna-obsessed | Not to be reposted, translated or copied on any platform
#mini writes—◈#the inheritance games#libby grambs#nash hawthorne#the grandest game#writerblr#smau#social media au#libby x nash#orginal story#writers on tumblr
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Cohost sucks, too (but not for the reasons that one user said)
So, you may recall a person on tumblr saying that Cohost sucks, which accused a transfem on the cohost team of predatory behavior. That was transmisogynistic bullshit, and was blatantly untrue.
But cohost does suck. Just for reasons unrelated to that.
Listing everything loosely in an order of “weird and sort of annoying” to “holy fuck”:
Tag capitalization is determined by how the first person who used the tag capitalized it
You have to personally email support and wait for them to get back to you if you want to delete your account
They call themselves a “not for profit” or “non profit”, despite being registered as a for profit LLC
There is only one moderator for this site of 30k+ users, which means reports aren’t responded to for weeks at a time
Staff and the userbase have a very odd parasocial relationship. The staff chronically overshares, call users their ‘friends’, and have gotten mad at users for reporting too many things on weekends, after hours, or holidays (with the subtext being that you should not expect them to do anything after hours). They even publicly post about how they are worried about paying rent because of the site’s financial situation, which is frankly disgusting. Especially when you see people in the comments barely able to scrape up the $5 USD to give them for the subscription service.
A member of staff publicly bragged about how Cloudflare forgot to bill them for hosting, which is not only wildly unprofessional, but could likely get them sued. (And Cloudflare could, at any time, ask them for the money they owe, for the record.)
Staff say that they want to be transparent with financials, but are incredibly inconsistent about financial updates
The platform is losing $10k-40k USD each month
Meanwhile, staff currently pays themselves $94k USD a year, per person. Sure, that’s not as much as the average person with their job title… but Cohost is losing tens of thousands of dollars each and every month, so that doesn’t really apply.
On top of the previous two points, staff doesn’t accept volunteers, and they’ve consistently implemented features that make no difference to the financials of the company
TL;DR:
The cohost staff are tech people who wanted to do a startup, got a loan from a rich friend, and is doing nothing to make the site sustainable. Meanwhile, they’re paying themselves almost $100k USD a year while still guilt-tripping their dirt-poor, largely queer userbase.
It sucks, because I really believe Cohost could succeed. You know what, no — I know Cohost could succeed. Between the Elon Musk-ification of Twitter (who has deemed Tweeting “I hate trans people” fine, but automatically blocks people from Tweeting “I hate cis people” for hate speech), and the owner of tumblr going mask-off transphobic Zionist… Right now, maybe more than ever, there is a serious niche of ‘social media for queer fandom nerds’, just waiting to be filled! And on the surface, Cohost is perfect!
And I like everything about Cohost… except for how it’s being managed. I want to see it succeed, because it could be amazing, if the people behind it just made better decisions. But, ultimately, I do not trust the people running Cohost to help it realize its potential.
Alas, it seems this isn’t the tumblr alternative we are looking for.
#cohost#tumblr#tumblr alternative#long post#azure does a thing#this one’s been cooking for a lil while
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The ultimate shadow ban survivor guide
I've seen multiple people I follow, or their mutuals affected by shadow bans lately (makes me wonder if it's @staff's attempts to fight bots going totally haywire). As someone who survived a 2-month-long shadow ban on my main this winter, I thought I'd make a post.
First step of being shadow banned: calm down and take a breath. A shadow ban is just a stupid glitch in tumblr's anti-spam system. You're not losing your blog. You're gonna need a whole lot of patience, and deal with inconveniences, but it's fixable.
Read the incredibly useful post All About Shadowban by @that-damn-girl. It outlines the symptoms quite well. The only thing I'd point out is "your original posts won’t be visible to your followers either" - afaik that doesn't happen. Everything you post and reblog will still be visible to your followers, and also they can interact with your posts - like them, reblog them, reply to them.
Just like the post says, contact support. I recommend using a different email than what your banned blog is registered to; not because your ticket won't go through (mine actually did, as I found out when they finally replied), but because you might not receive an email confirmation for your ticket (it's somehow tied to the anti-spam thing, I think), and you're going to worry and try to send more tickets, like I did.
Now wait. And wait, and wait, and wait. They are SLOW. I've seen some miraculous 1-day unbans in the #shadow ban tag, but most people, like me, wait around a month for support to reply. Those are the same guys going through thousands of bot reports every day in addition to user tickets.
If you're going to wait, might as well keep blogging. Now if this is your sideblog that's shadow banned, consider yourself lucky. Make a new temporary sideblog, use it to post your original stuff so it goes into tags (mind that it might take a few days for a new blog to start showing up in tags). Reblog everything to your shadow banned blog so you still have all content in one place and your followers see it. If it's your main that's banned, you can still do that, but there's the extra pain of not being able to reply to posts or send non-anon Asks, since that is only done from main. Might need to register a separate account for that.
Some more fun facts under readmore.
Fun fact #1
Trying to send support follow-up emails in the request confirmation email isn't going to do anything to speed up the process. But I did tweet at them using this tumblr support summoning picture by @cornmayor and offered a raccoon blood sacrifice to resolve my issue when it was like a month with no response. This is what they replied.
3 hours later I got an email that my shadowban was lifted. I honestly don't know if it was a coincidence, but I mean, this is tumblr staff. Maybe they do accept blood sacrifices.
Fun fact #2
If you're wondering why my shadow ban lasted 2 months if I got a support reply after 1 month, well. It's hard to say exactly how their ban/unban system works bc support replies exclusively with pre-written template sentences, but basically they fucked up. The first time they told me my blog has been restored, I gained pretty much all functions back, except that my posts were still not appearing in tags. Which means probably that being hidden from tags is some kind of different flag on your blog that they forgot to remove. So I had to send a follow-up ticket and wait another month.
My advice is, when they tell you it's fixed, don't take that at face value, go and check all the functions you'd lost (replies, messaging, asks, tagging, appearing in notes, getting mentioned by others).
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8 — shitty debates : first and last love — scaramouche x fem reader smau
written work utc!
GUIDE
normal white colored text is you / [name]
normal red colored text is hutao
normal orange colored text is lumine
normal blue colored text is xingqiu
blue colored text with bold is chongyun
purple colored text is scaramouche
red colored text with bold is heizou
orange colored text with bold is aether
normal green colored text is xiao
green colored text with bold is venti
white colored text with bold is kazuha
white colored text with “ ” is anyone / everyone ?
LET'S START!
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"hello everyone, my name is kaedehara kazuha and I'll be your host for this debate night. since it's our first time— let's ask some of our players what they think."
"to be honest—"
"wait heizou, I didn't tell you to speak."
“NAUUURRRRRR”
heizou covers his mouth slightly, sarcastically hanging his lead down in shame.
"xiao, please give your thoughts.”
"..."
"well—"
“HEY IT'S XIAOS TURN!!!”
"😞...."
"okay you know what, I'll just stop asking. Let's choose the teams based on the topics. which popcorn do you dig the most? savory, or caramel?"
"dig the most..?
"shut up stop complaining"
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[name], hutao, lumine, xingqiu, chongyun - savory
scaramouche, aether, venti, xiao, heizou - caramel
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"okay.. I'll go first." venti tilts his head, "I'm gonna go easy this time. I will argue logically."
"Caramel is sweet, right? If you eat something sweet, your mood becomes sweet as well."
"I thought you said you'd argue logically."
"[NAME]??"
"... You'd become a sweet person, and warm hearted— which makes you attractive."
"..after eating popcorn?"
"STOP. anyway, you can become a sweet guy."
"there's no such thi—"
"LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT."
"eating caramel popcorn will make you sweet, so—"
"life isn't all sugar and rainbows"
"venti i know you're our teammate but please stop embarrassing us"
hutao points her pen towards heizou at the other end of the room, "the fact that heizous making that face means that he, himself doesn't understand your logic."
"..let me say one thing—"
"it's still our turn. nowadays, people eat popcorn while drinking cola, caramel popcorn + cola, sugar + sugar"
"AHHH that's dangerous"
then suddenly, aether speaks up, and stands up from his seat, walking in the middle of the two tables facing each other.
"everyone, do you believe in fate?"
"no"
he looks down and go backs to his seat in embarrassment, but then goes back to the middle again.
"well.. I believe in fate, everyone, soulmates, really do exist. just like scaramouche and [na]—"
“AEEEEYYYYY. TOO SOON.” everyone yells, "Are you going to announce it yet?"
"everyone... sweet caramel makes you.. sweet."
lumine and xingqiu yawn sarcastically, "the candy called sour and sweet, right?"
"it doesn't work." he says as he goes back to his seat.
".. what happens when you eat caramel popcorn? your hands get sticky, right?"
"ah, I don't use my hands, I just eat from the box."
"motherfucker what are you a dog?"
"so, what happens then?"
".. rub your hands to the person right next to you."
"GROSS"
"now, savory taste also blends in salty taste, salty and savory— then you will become, salty—"
"stop saying such ridiculous things!"
“AHAHAHAHAHAH [NAME]”
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we'll be right back. (no we won't)
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SYPNOSIS scaramouche accidentally meets a girl on a late night while he was on vacation. it was cold and there were fireworks. soon, they had become friends after a week, but then scaramouche had to go back home, but unfortunately he forgot to ask for her number. now he's trying to look for them, he doesn't know why, but he felt like he should.
TAGLIST, opened! send in an ask to be added because i won't be accepting comments. if your name isn't highlighted, it means i cannot tag you. please notify me if you've change your user. 🏷 @kunikame @plinkuro @cherrybeomgyu @sakiimeo @lez-zuha @blurr3db3rry @rvoulte @mcchaoticgrimreaper @jiminscarmex @euhla @dazaisfavgf @phoenix-eclipses @cerisearan @myspacekuni @katsumikumo @alatusorrow @beriiov @aikochan4859 @giggles8899 @thenightsflower @tsukuyo-kou @cupiditis @alwaysmentallyill @tjjjrsj @jinxnotpowder @arraxthatsonjah @invaderzia1 @akagism @lisaslittle-helper @lfgceo @eimuros @aloveablechaos @kiyuuyu @elysiasbae @dollpoetwriting @jiyua @moonbunny-fl @lxry-chxn @bleedingwhiteroses222 @xingyunclouds @vvyeislazzy @skimm0nzz @yoitslei @meigalaxy @iwishitwas @simp4bakuh03 1/2
#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact scenarios#genshin smau#scara x reader#scaramouche x y/n#scaramouche x you#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche
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Fic Writer 20 Questions
Tagged by @spurious!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
80
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
239,131
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Oh that's a long list, let me check. So far 19, with a bit of overlap in the megafandoms (Star Wars and Tolkien), plus an original fandom. 20, if you count all the Stargate Atlantis fics I have that I'm currently pecking away at. It's… probably just easier to look at my AO3 at this point.
… No wait, 21, I forgot I used to write for Danny Phantom eons ago.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Psychopomp (Original Fiction, Space Australians micro-fandom, gen)
Twixt Primroses and Hawthorns (The Hobbit, Bagginshield - there's still a sequel in my drafts, somewhere, I promise!)
All we are, and all we have… (Star Wars: The Clone Wars, gen)
Ādfȳr (The Hobbit, gen)
Nice Manners for a Thief (The Hobbit, Bagginshield)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Mmmmmmmaybe? I try? It's a completely different type of effort than just writing fic and throwing it on the internet, which I usually don't have the energy for.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
.. Probably the one where I killed Bilbo, but I've reportedly made people cry on various other fics.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Stamp of Approval (Star Wars, gen) is the… fluffiest? Least angsty? I've been writing happy-ending fics more often, but it's not my wheelhouse to write strictly "happy" fics.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I used to? Some of it was laughable, honestly, if a little puzzling - I used to get someone that would just repeatedly comment on my short-form fics as "not a drabble". Don't think this person ever read those fics, but it was an interesting week.
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
…. Yes. According to various reviewers, "hot" and "sweet" (depends on the fic).
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Not really? I'm currently writing an SGA/Kingsman crossover that I'm amusing myself with, but it's not got a deadline on it.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yes. And I'm still mad about it!!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I've translated my own works (sometimes badly), mostly as practice, but never by anyone else, no.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
I've had a work co-posted with an artist's work that I prompted myself on? And on a separate occasion effectively whined into cowriting on a very large and popular work that has since been abandoned by backlash - I was a beta (originally, hah), but every once in a while I still get anons asking about it.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
Hmmmmmm. I feel like my tastes generally change as I hop fandoms, so it really depends on the flavour of ship?
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Lol probably Kintsugi. It's effectively a time-travel not-quite rewrite of Sherlock (the Benedict Cumberbatch one) with supernatural horror elements that I've been on- and off-again poking at forrrr… almost ten years now! I have to now go look up contemporary technology and trends, it's been so long 😂
16. What are your writing strengths?
Reading rhythm, allusions, characterization (somehow), thematic elements.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Keeping track of the plot, the characters, and my point.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I think it depends? I'm definitely in fandoms that have a heavy emphasis on other languages by dint of translation or conlang nerdiness (see: YGO, The Hobbit, Star Wars) or else have characters that know other languages as a default setting (Stargate, Star Trek, Sherlock, Kingsman), so it kind of comes with the territory to at least pick up some key phrases and if you're in deep enough, to learn how to make up new words (hello conlangs). I think it helps that I have a habit of not only using hover text as well as a glossary in the end notes for mobile users/whatnot, so as to not interrupt the reading flow, particularly for desktop readers.
For the curious about hover text HTML: < span title="translation here" >word here</ span > , but without spaces
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Danny Phantom, baaaack not quite when it was still airing. I think. It was probably still airing?
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
As pretty of compliments as I've accrued over the years, I still don't… quite… like my writing? Imo I'm only approaching "mediocre" or "average", so it's really only an appreciation for technical goals reached the more I write. If I enjoy things enough to re-read for the pleasure of it, that's good enough for me.
No pressure tags: @ygodmyy20, @pandora15, @harinezumiko, @thereisselfpreservation, @thejediandthemandalorian
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Omg belle good thing you know it was me I forgot to put a label😭. And about ur posts not uploading in the tags, i don’t really know how to help with that maybe you just need to refresh tumblr or smth? but I hope that you will still stay in tumblr right? But yeah ur right a lot of writers are complaining about tumblr and its getting really annoying for them too
Anyways pls take care of urself, have a breather, take a nap drink some water then deal with it again okay? I know u work so hard but health always comes first. I luv u belle🫶🏻
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There’s only one person who obsesses over Oliver on my blog- and that’s you. Plus I can tell who is who by language and familiarity. I can’t be fooled that easily tbh (￣∇￣)
I tried refreshing tumblr but it doesn’t seem to work- I sent out emails to support staff and I’m waiting for their reply, I’ve even tried reuploading by deleting the whole fic and then trying again, first it was the links and then it was this. Not to mention I had other weird accounts and harassing messages (and sometimes really kind messages sent to me Ty for those) And other tumblr users are having issues are having issues as well? The only blog I interact with is Zari’s through my moots account (including other accs of my followers as well - but it’s mostly reblogging stuff) and I think she had issues with posting her things too… I will be on tumblr, yeah but I’ll probably be posting more of my things on ao3. On the positive side of things, I can get more solo fics out for characters… hcs is something I write when I get lazy or get guilt tripped into not posting enough. And with ao3 there’s more quality control? Like you get really good quality content on ao3, ofc other authors here are great as well- but the real stuff is on ao3. I don’t read ff here anyway and I’ve nearly stopped reading on ao3 as well, but not completely cause there are some amazing content creators there as well- but tumblr is also getting really annoying cause the algorithms been built in such a way where smut is given more pref than the actual writing (like I get it erotica- fun stuff is fun stuff) but at the same time my writings are more of 90% leaning more towards the plot and 10% leaning towards smut - cause my plot writing is heavy and the smut… well passable. (Haven’t gotten into more serious things so far) and that’s why I think I should move to ao3.
I’ll keep this account running ofc so that I can have better interaction with my anons, but posting wise- it’s getting really sloppy for me here. Not to mention I get followed by…. nude accounts here (literally got one rn on @isagiusagi - my side account). All the time. Ao3? I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem. Ik I sound over dramatic and everything but this is a plot I’ve been working on for 3 months and it’s 7.3k words. Smut part that I had to slog over and the cry over some of the dialogues. Not to mention that on ao3 the maturity labels are more easier to set. On tumblr, the moment I put a maturity label, my work won’t show up on the main tag until I take it off only for it to get flagged down again - yeah tumblr sucks cause of that. Followers and likes never really mattered to me (cause I’m posting for myself and wanna get an opinion out there too regarding characters) and it’s actually nice to see people interacting abt my work with me here and I’ll to keep that going in future as well. As of now, I’ll post more on ao3 since my fics are longer, with more content cause I just think my writing is built for that platform- not to mention the yandere content that going on there
I heart u too blue 🫶🏻
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Hi there!!
First off, Happy New Year!! And I came to know that it was your birthday a few days ago too, so sorry for being late but I wanna wish you a very happy belated birthday too😘😘😘💖💖
Since your requests are finally open again, and since I had said last month that I'd request sth when you did open , could I request some Kento fluff (maybe with a teensy bit angst if you'd like!) where it's like, they somehow happen to meet completely randomly and hit it off and are all friendly and everything, but the both of them start harboring feelings for each other but neither wants to confess bc they're nervous? And then it's fluff in the end?
Thank you💖
💕Confessions💕 [Kento Yamazaki X Reader]
AIB Cast Masterlist
Note: - Yay! I was going to find your user but I forgot what you user name was!, so glad you're back!. Also thanks for the wishes! And happy 2022 to you too!
- yellow + Italics +[] = [Song Lyrics]
Characters: Kento Yamazaki, Y/n, Suda Masaki, Dori Sakurada, Keita Machida (maybe I'll add him to the masterlist too-)
Summary: You met the actor Yamazaki Kento so suddenly at a summer festival. You two became close and started to get feelings for each other..but both are too afraid to confess!
Warning!: jealous! Kento, Yelling (from kento to reader)
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Word Count: none
Tags: @hyunsuks-beanie another Kento fic!, thanks for requesting friend!..i tried doing the angst and i really like how it goes! And nice request! (Also sorry if it took too long! I've been busy with school! 😭)
Enjoy!~
{-YOASOBI. Tracing That Dream}
[Beautiful flowers decorating the night sky The light tightly enveloped the city sound]
"Okay, guess I'll see you next time"
"Sure Kenken..see you soon"
"Okay, bye and have a good night rest"
[Beep]
You sighed and put your phone on your bed side drawer. You settled yourself in your bed, looking at your rooms ceiling thinking about your feelings for the young Actor that you just met a month ago. You would always wonder on how you two became friends so quickly, usually normal celebrities would just walk away if they ever bumped into their fans they would instantly walk away while apologizing..but Kento was different, he instead talked to you through out the whole intire hour as the time passes by.
"I wonder how he feels about me..in the summer festival.."
[1 Month ago..]
The sound of the festivals chimes and music passes your ears as you sat there alone wearing a Kimono and holding a wish paper that you bought from the shrine "Good luck huh?" You say to yourself, looking down at the tiny scroll that say's "Good luck: you will find good luck for this year's summer, and may find your true love"
You sighed and got up the bench that you sat on, still holding the tiny scroll in your Hands. You are not alone at the festival, you Were with your two big sisters and their husbands..which was awkward. At first you didn't actually wanted to go to the summer festival, but your mom says that you needed some fresh air so you just go for it.
Now you're here alone, both of your sisters said that they forgot you were with them and just went back home, "Why am I still here anyways?, with this useless wish paper that has nothing but words of hope in them."you continue to walk through the festival, seeing people with their friends and family doing festivities and buying warm food, you kept walking as you almost made it to the exit until you bumped into someone "Ah! I'm sorry, i didn't know where i was going" You say and looked up to see a tall figure with a plastic bag that had a gold fish in it and a wish paper in his hand "Ah it's okay, i was just going in to return this fish..turns out my niece didn't wanted it" He chuckles and you realized he's Yamazaki Kento, a very handsome and clean man "Ah! You're- I'm sorry I should go-" "No wait!..i- well..i-" "Kento!" Someone yells at him from behind as another man that is shorter than Kento and looks way more calmer than the nervous Kento that is in front of you "I've been looking for you everywhere, oh and By the way your brother and his family said they have to go home since their daughter is tired" It was Masaki Suda, another famous Actor you knew that is close to Kento Yamazaki for a very long time now.
"Oh! Sorry! Are you Kento's friend??" He asked with a soft smile on his face "Oh uh.. No we just happened to bump into each other that's all Suda-san" Dori says smiling at him "Ah~ i see, well since the three of is are all here..why not we all get to know each other and i'll treat us all for Ramen?, i know it's sudden but-" "It's okay!- i mean i would love to" You said smiling.
[Present..]
It is already morning in a blink of an eye. You got off your bed and got ready for work, it's a Coincedince actually that you got a job because of Kento, you now Work at his friends Egency that he introduced you to him back in 2021. After getting ready and preparing your bento you got out of your house and locked it behind you. After locking your house you made your way to the bus Station, it wasn't that far from your housing complex.
After waiting the bus finally came and you got in then payed for your bus ride, told the driver where you were heading and went to sit at any spot available inside the bus.
[A few minutes later..]
You got out of the bus as you finally made it to Amuse Inc. A very tall and high building, a incorporation of famous and new Japanese actors and actresses/Stage Actor/actresses and more. You got into the building and went inside the elevator "Wait! Don't close the door!" You heard a male voice say as you pushed the '< >' button as the man got inside the elevator as the door's closed "Oh it's you!, Kento's Friend right?" The man said and you looked up To see the Actor Sakurada Dori "Oh..uh hey!.. Yeah I'm his friend, I'm glad I got a job here because of him.. And you! You too Mr.Sakurada" "Don't call me Mr! I feel old now.." He says frowning while stretching his face, the door opens to your floor "Uh- I gotta go yeah sorry" "Oh yeah sure! Say you wanna hang out with me and Kento after we Shoot?" "Yeah yeah sure!" You yelled while walking "Alright! I'll let him know! Bye bye!" You didn't heard what he said as you got your desk and started working on some files for the models, and some magazines you need to read then take notes of, and other stuff that the company gave you.
You sighed to yourself as you worked at anything that they gave you. You couldn't even focus because he was stuck in your mind ever since last night's conversation with him. He couldn't leave your mind, you so really want to confess your love to Kento but you feel anxious whether if you want to confess to him or not. Than you suddenly remember on what Dori asked you, if you wanted to spend the time with him and Kento this Afternoon after they shoot for their new series that they are both in and you realize that you accepted Dori's Offer.
After that it was finally time for you to go and meet up with Dori And Kento at the studio. Dori texted you to come out of the building cause he and Kento decided to pick you up from the agency to the studio. You got up from your desk and packed up your things as you went inside the elevator to go to the first floor.
The door of the elevator opened as you got pit of it. You were now in front of the building as you searched on which car they were in until you heard someone call your name "Y/n! Over here!" A very familiar voice shouts as you saw Dori waving his hand from inside a car on the back seat of the car as Kento's head also poked out of it in the other seat of the back of the car that was back of the passenger seat. In the car there are two back seat's, one in the usual spot and one at the very back. You went you went towards the car as you got in it sitting right next to Kento, the other seat right next to Dori was occupied by his other friend that is from another agency Keita Machida. Both Dori and Kento were still in their characters costumes except for Keita cause his character wasn't supposed to be in today's shoot, he just decided to come along to hang out with the three.
"So where are we going first?" Keita asked the three, Dori responding to his question "Well maybe we should eat first! I'm hungry!" "Uh..Dori you just ate rice with meat and an egg..aren't you full?" Kento asked "Well I have separate stomach for more food Yamaken!" He chirps with a wide grin on his face "Seeing you with you hair down with hair gel and piercing's on tour face while smiling is weird Sakurada" Keita chuckles "Hey! Watch it I love my face covered in these cool looking piercing's! Don't you agree Y/n Chan?" Dori asked looking at you with a smile "yeah! You look great Dori" You say giggling. Kento was right next to you just looking at how great if you and Dori would become a couple, seeing on how both you and Dori's liking's are the same..Kenro felt something weird inside him. His chest started to hurt as he looks at you then to Dori then to you again, seeing you smile on hearing Dori talk hurts him.
He shrugs it off for awhile as you all made it to the restaurant on where the three of you decided to eat at. The restaurant was more like a shop than a fancy restaurant itself, but hey at least it had food!. The four of them sat together facing the other person, You were sitting right next to Keita and right in front of you was Dori, Kento beside him. This made Kento more hurt and furious, but he just acted like everything was fine to him even though it wasn't "So what do you guys want to order?" You say finally not being anxious anymore on talking to the three boys "How about curry?, that sounds great right Yamaken?" Dori ask him as he pat's Kento on the back "Oh yeah! It sounds great." Kento says smiling a bit "Then I'll have the same" Keita says and so do you.
Kento called for the Waitress near them and ordered the curry's that you all want and your drinks. The four of you began waiting for you food and drink's to arrive by talking about your day and work, you looked at Kento and saw that he wasn't speaking anything, a frown was on his face "So Kento, how was your day at the shoot?" You ask him with a warm smile on your face as he looks up at you and the other two boy's "Oh, it went well. Playing as the Main character can be hard sometimes but, it's also quite fun too" He say's smiling bit.
The food and drinks finally arrive as they were placed on the table. The aroma of the curry immediately hit's you as your stomach growl's and Kento chuckles, you blushed and smiled at him and went back to look down at your curry as you grabbed your spoon to scoop the delicious looking food "This is good!" Dori chirps happily and continues to eat the curry.
After eating it was already evening and the four of you made a choice to walk at a nearby park. The driver stopped at a Park that was filled with lamp posts and a cement oath that led to several house looking decks to cover yourself if there were to be raining "Wanna go for a walk?" Kento asked you and you just nodded "Don't mind us! We'll be just wandering around here!" Dori yells as he went to another path that was the right "Same here!" Keita say's and went to the right path of the park, leaving just the both of you to Go straight ahead.
The light of the lamp posts shining you and Kento's path, since it was already night time. You and Kento continue to walk through the cold night under the moonlight that is shining above the both of you "Kento, I saw you looking upset today..i was just wondering what's going on? You can tell me anything." You say as you stopped at your tracks as Kento stopped right in front of you, as he turned around "Oh you noticed?.. I- it was nothing" "Are you sure-" "YES I'M SURE!!" He yell's and you froze on the spot, you never seen him luke this before or even yell before "I'm sorry for yelling at you it's just..hard to say it to you on what i was thinking.." He say's and cover's his face and he crouches down still covering his view from you.
He didn't want to see you, or even hear your voice from what he just did. He Yelled at you, the woman that he likes the most that he thinks likes his close friend that is also his neighbor "Kento." You say with a hushed voice as you approached his crouching figure, you crouched in front of him as you gently open both of his hands from his face. You met to see his face, eyes reed and puffy from crying in silence as he looks up to see your soft expression
"Kento.."
"Y-y/n, i'm sorry the truth is that i was jealous on seeing how talkative you Were towards Dori." He say's with a smile on his face "Damn i feel like a total kid now..crying over a simple thing, just like how my big Brother reacted when i was given all the attention because I was still young and he was older..but hey he learned that having a little brother isn't that bad" He chuckles and so did you "Okay number one why are we talking about your brother now?.. And second, I don't like Dori if that males you better Kento" You say and smiled at him.
This time you smiled at Him and not someone else, He made you smile this time. He finally done it, and he thinks to himself if he wants to confess now to later,"Kento" You say his name that made him snap out of his thoughts, as you got up and hold out your hand for him to grab. He grabbed your hand to stand up until you hugged him as he said those final words that you barely could hear if the words he said were true.
"I'm in love with you..Y/n"
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[look up,
Final of the fireworks is now here wrapping over two
World of no sound in the silence, you speak “I’m in love with you”]
#Kento yamazaki x reader#kento yamazaki x y/n#kento yamazaki fluff#kento yamazaki angst#kento yamazaki fanfic#a simp 20#fanfiction
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Prologue (OHTY)
Open Heart: Third Year Rewrite
Book: Open Heart, Book 3
Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende)
Words: 1K
Premise: A new year, a new relationship, and a new Edenbrook. Will everything go as smoothly as they had planned?
Author’s Note: That summary sucks but this is my OHTY rewrite. I plan to make it dramatic. And angsty af. Here we go! Hope you like it.
Prologue: His Beloved
Caroline's eyes roamed the cavernous space, taking in the upgrades with something akin to wonder. Even from afar, he could see that sparkle in her eyes, the curiosity that was ever present whenever she beheld his newest innovation. It was enough to inspire anyone to conquer the world itself.
Now more than ever, something burned in his stomach: The urge to hold her. The despair and rage at being unable to.
As the seconds ticked by, his wife remained silent, nodding and humming here and there. Her soft, expressive brown eyes fell on the new kiosk at the reception desk and she quietly chuckled. A delicate, gloved hand hovered over the gleaming surface, almost as if she was afraid to touch it.
“These are the same ones I suggested for the Princeton tech lab.”
With the words, came a memory, unfurling before Leland's mind like a heavy mist. Their last trip to Paris, gazing at the Eiffel Tower from the patio of a small but elegant café. Caroline's hand in his from across the table as they talked about the Princeton project, her smile far more beautiful than the whole city in Springtime.
“You thought of everything, my love.” Her eyes met his with such sadness, he was certain she remembered too.
“We will be the prime research facility on the East Coast by the time we're done with the renovations,” he told her, willing her to understand he was doing everything to remedy their situation.
At this, her smile turned genuine, shining with pride. “You're going to help so many people.”
Leland almost scoffed. He didn't give a damn about other people.
Before he could blurt out the bitter words, however, Arthur, his driver, approached with a single nod at Caroline. She sighed, returning her gaze to Leland.
“I must go if I am to board the train on time.”
“If you miss it, you can always just take the jet. It's much faster and comfortable anyway.”
Her soft laugh was the best thing he'd heard all day.
“You know me, my love. I will enjoy the view of the countryside any opportunity I get.” And this time, when she paused, there was undeniable misery in the way her eyes shone. “Plus, you know I'm a nostalgic old woman. Train travel will always have a special place in my heart.”
They had met on a train for the first time many years ago.
The words hurt more than the prospect of not seeing his wife for months. They had mutually decided that time in the serene seaside town of York would be beneficial for her. Rather, Caroline, unable to bear their forced distance much longer without breaking down into tears, decided this was the best temporary solution.
“Shall I wait outside?” Arthur asked politely.
With a start, Caroline seemed to wake from a reverie. “I'll be right out, Arthur.”
After the driver disappeared through the glass doors, Caroline turned to Leland, her body almost quivering with the restraint of keeping its distance. Instead of the customary kiss and hug goodbye, they simply gazed at one another, Caroline with palpable despair, Leland with renewed determination.
“Goodbye, my love,” she murmured, the sound almost lost in the hubbub of the atrium.
Leland heard it, though, as loud and final as the clashing of iron bells.
“Goodbye, Caroline.”
Before long, she turned on her heel and walked out the doors with as much dignity as a broken heart allowed.
Leland, meanwhile, remained fixed to the spot, watching her go. The pain of his own suffering was muted by the fierce rush of conviction. The determination to find a cure was the last tether holding him to sanity.
Before he could move or even think about anything else, a note of delighted laughter echoed nearby. His eyes fell on a couple, traversing through the atrium hand in hand. The lively brunette gazed up at the tall and seemingly brooding man, her eyes sparkling with adoration. When the man finally submitted to her teasing , it was clear that he, too, was completely besotted by her.
“... not a hospital. More like an Apple store,” she was saying.
“What the hell is an Apple store?”
“Oh, that's right. You're a sworn Android user, I forgot.”
Ethan Ramsey rolled his eyes.
“They're phones, Lilac. The rivalry between the two is absurd when people use them equally to waste their lives away.”
This time, it was Lilac Allende who rolled her eyes, but not without a loving smile. “You're such a senior citizen sometimes.”
Ethan halted his steps at that proclamation, tugging at their joined hands and pulling her close to him. Lilac's small cry of surprise melted into one of knowing amusement under the intensity of his roguish smile. Without much preamble, he leaned in and whispered something that made her both blush and nod, impressed.
“You're an incorrigible flirt, Ethan Ramsey,” she tried to admonish, but the effect was tarnished by how pleased she sounded.
Ethan, undeterred, murmured something else into her ear. With a very serious expression, he pulled back to look into her face. There was no humor left in their expressions as they gazed at one another, only pure longing and affection. Then, he held the tip of her chin in gentle fingers, like the most delicate of songbirds, leaned in and kissed her.
Leland glanced away, unwilling to accept there could be love and affection in the world. Teeth clenched, his eyes returned to the couple before he could avoid it. It was almost as if they were flaunting their romance for everyone, including Leland, to see.
They couldn't do anything for Caroline and now they taunted him.
The bitter burn of jealousy and rage pumped through his veins like a poison with every beat of his heart.
That the two doctors could touch and love so unabashedly was…unacceptable.
“Have a good day,” Lilac whispered to her beloved before moving away.
Their hands were still clasped and Ethan seemed unable to let her go. He tugged her again and Lilac looked at him curiously. The man looked on the verge of saying something, his throat working in the small pause. Then, appearing to change his mind, he kissed her forehead instead.
Ethan Ramsey didn't have to say a goddamn thing for Leland to know. Leland had looked at his Caroline the same way before uttering the three words.
Love.
Ethan was in love with her.
The solution struck Leland with such intensity that he remained immobile. It was so simple, he felt like a fool for not having thought of it before. At last, he knew of a surefire way to secure Caroline's cure.
“Sir?” His assistant, Parker, enquired when Leland silently beckoned.
“Have Ethan Ramsey meet me in my office this afternoon,” he commanded simply. “Make it clear the meeting is not optional.”
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Author’s Note: The following chapters will be longer! I won’t have a posting schedule. I think I’ll just post these bad boys as they’re ready. Approximately weekly? Thank you so much for reading this far!
As a side note, this will be Ethan x MC centric. I will try to include other characters but I can’t promise you much. Also, I’ve kept some things from the original mess that is book 3, but the overall plot will differ. (Hey crazy idea but if any of my mutuals wants to write for other characters, hit me up?)
Chapter 1 coming soon!
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Abominable Part 1
Pairing: mage!Peter Parker x mage!Reader
Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, murders, possible gore in the future chapters, pretty dark story overall.
Words: 1543
Summary: An investigator of the Mage's Association, you are sent to discover the mystery behind a series of murders before more sinister events take place.
P.S. This was inspired by The Garden of Sinners particularly. I loved it dearly when I was a teenager.
To avoid any confusion, the reader is neither good nor bad due to the nature of her profession. Peter is an adult.
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Stepping on a platform with a vintage Samsonite briefcase in your hand, you looked at the people standing aside, most of them waiting for other passengers to leave the train. Although you knew the face of a magus who was supposed to meet you, it was hard to recognize him in the crowd, and you stared at all those people in front of you, clenching the briefcase’s handle. You hated waiting.
Of course, Lord Pierce wasn’t too happy with your arrival: the old fool thought he was untouchable even after a series of murders and an unnatural magic activity in Tombra that got the Mage's Association alarmed. You remembered the revulsion in Mr. Stark’s voice when he talked of Alexander. The old aristocracy, Lord Pierce was an outstanding magus who had long abandoned practicing any decent magic and instead preferred to exploit the strength of his numerous successors. While he still had some friends in the Association, Stark hated him greatly and was happy to remind him who was in control.
Naturally, Pierce knew why you came to Tombra, and the conversation between you two didn’t go well. You didn’t hide your intentions: you were the Investigator of the Clock Tower, and your job was to figure out what was happening in that megalopolis where Lord Pierce resided proudly. It meant you were going to be a great disturbance and a possible danger to many aristocratic families under Alexander’s protection.
It wasn’t surprising he chose the most useless assistant to help you find out the truth. His name was Peter Parker, and he was class D+ magus who attended neither Clock Tower nor Atlas Academy. His role was to slow you down, you thought and sighed.
Suddenly, you saw a familiar face when a young man hurried to you, his cheeks red, sweat running down his face: apparently, he was late. You snickered, looking at his formal attire - his black tie was so long as if he stole it from his father.
Once he was close enough, the young man stood tall, at attention, waiting for you to say something as he stared at you with awe and horror.
“Lady Ragna of the Clock Tower,” you named your rank coldly, and your companion nervously bit his lower lip, acting exactly how you expected of him.
“Peter of Tombra! Pleased to make your acquaintance!” He sounded too excited, and his hands were trembling a little, although he tried hiding it.
Gods, what was he good for in a situation like this, unless he possessed some extraordinary powers not stated in his file? Well, now was the time to discover that, you thought as you narrowed your eyes at the young man.
"Your primary magecraft?"
"B-bounded fields and healing!"
Nothing spectacular there, but bounded fields could be of use to you if you would ever be attacked while performing magic.
"Elements?"
"Water and wind!"
This was better: magi controlling more than one element were still rare, and the boy could make a nice apprentice if he were to be send to the Clock Tower. Besides, with Tombra surrounded by a river, a liquid manipulation skill Peter definitely possessed could be valuable, too.
"Magic circuit composition?"
"N-normal?"
"Any familiars?"
"None."
He was clearly feeling like a mouse in front of a snake, his face getting even more red with every second, and you found the situation rather funny.
"Your motto?" You stared him dead in the eye.
For a second Peter looked horrified, his mouth slightly open as if he were to say something, but you heard no sound coming from him. Then, as if struck by lightning, he gibbered with fear, "Live p-proudly?"
Oh boy. He really thought you were being serious when you talked rubbish with a stony face. If anybody was to talk about a personal motto, even the most pretentious magi of the Clock Tower would burst out laughing.
Rolling your eyes skyward, a gleam of deviltry in them, you smirked, "It was a joke. Don't ever use a motto, it's a terrible idea."
"Thank goodness! I thought it's something high magi of Clock Tower have." The next second Peter made a sigh of relief, and then the both of you laughed loudly, making other people on the platform throw glances at you.
Although you realized the young man had much less experience than you, you still felt he would be fun to have around. If he could make your life a little easier, you would accept his help.
Moving away from the platform and soon passing through the station's hall, you went straight to the city streets instead of catching a taxi. Peter hurried after you, still perplexed at your refusal to let him carry your bag - you guessed he expected you to boss him around, and it made you chuckle. What Pierce was doing with young magi here if Peter had such an impression about higher-ups?
"Lady Ragna, I was informed that the cottage where you chose to stay is in the suburbs. Did you decide to change it?" He asked, seeing you walking to a completely different place.
"No, it's the same cottage. If you wonder why we aren't driving there right now, I'd prefer to patrol the streets tonight to get to know the city. We can discuss the details of the job in the meantime."
You walked away fast, not looking at your companion anymore and watching the night city instead: you had never been to Tombra before, but many magi from the Clock Tower were born there, and their talk about the city always made you a little jealous. Born in a small town to a simple human woman who knew nothing of magic, you always wished to know what it was like to grow up in a true magic society like the one in Tombra, a home to many noble families, albeit smaller and less significant than those living in the capital.
The city looked exactly like you imagined it: giant grey buildings stood besides the streets, and while they didn't look particularly pretty, you loved those countless neon signages and bright posters that were shining even in the darkness of the night. The streets were busy with tourists admiring the city, couples walking out of the fancy restaurants and cinemas, and young people, recklessly snooping around some nightclubs and bars, trying to get in despite the security glaring at them and requiring them to show their ID cards while the kids pretended they forgot them. There was also a small marketplace with colorful food trucks and booths, offering both local and international cuisine, and you blended into the crowd immediately, taking some crepes and then buying takoyaki - Peter, following you like a puppy, looked shocked.
"I can't do my job on an empty stomach," you smirked and handed him some takoyaki.
Funny enough, he accepted the second you showed the plastic plate into his hands, eating so hungrily as if he had been starving the whole day.
"Well, now since I feel a bit better, let's talk business," you motioned the young man to follow you, and turned to a narrow alley, leaving the noisy market that was going to be full of people for at least a couple of hours more. "Do you have any idea why I have been sent by the Association?"
Licking his fingers, Peter looked somewhat shyly at you, probably afraid he would say something silly, "From what I understand, the reason is some unnatural magic activity the Association couldn't trace, and the involvement of its user in several murders."
"Correct." Crossing the alley, you scratched the chipped paint from an old building in front of you and looked at your fingers, furrowing your brows. "To be precise, the reason why the Association didn't leave these murders to a human police is the method how these murders were carried on. Whoever did it pretty much sucked the soul out of victims' bodies."
Peter frowned, staying still while you kept examining the concrete wall in front of you, drawing strange symbols that started glowing immediately as you finished them.
"It may sounds funny, but the ritual necessary to prevent the soul of a dead person to come back to Akasha is known only to a couple of magi, and each of them is considered a great danger to the society by the Association. This alone is a threat, but Mr. Stark's other concern is the indefinite nature of magic practiced in Tombra. It is likely that the magus responsible for the deaths is planning something much more sinister, and we can't allow this to happen."
Finding what you were looking for, you nodded to yourself and moved further, Peter walking right beside you with a concerned expression on his face. He was probably surprised you didn't need his guidance, but you spent the last three days memorizing Tombra's map.
"Do you mean that the souls of victims can be combined to become a power source for some... dark ritual or something?" He asked nervously, licking his lips.
You smirked, turning to him and pointing to the wall of the next building that started to glow subtly as you got close, "Exactly, Peter."
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Thank You (Luka Couffaine x Reader)
Summary (Part 1/probably 3): The author goes on a bit of a tangent about how Y/N goes on a bit of a tangent about Viperion. Who may just have a little, big ol' crush on them?
Tags: -not enough actual relationship -fluff -but like, a weird sprinkling of angst that I didn't plan on right at the end???
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: Inspired by this fic by @seriously-sirius-black <3. Luka? OOC? Idk, probably, I don’t write fanfic. But I am actually kinda proud of how well Alya turned out. Writing this made me realize how much of a mom friend I apparently headcanon her as. I wrote this gender-and-as-everything-else-neutral as I can make it (lemme know if you see ways I can improve, tho idk how much more fanfic I'll even be writing). Also, I freakin' RAMBLE and overuse italics, but ya get what ya get and ya don't gotta fret. Ooh, important note for future parts (if i write them) - this is a kinda!au where the miraculous users keep their miraculous. also if I had a nickel for every time I get awkwardly specific about the placement of both of a character’s hands I’d have TWO nickels. Happy reading!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
Part I - Paris's Cutiest Heroes
The look currently on Marinette’s face as she sputtered out a response was priceless, “Cat Noir? Cat Noir!? What makes you think I’d find Cat Noir attractive at all? And- and- HIM- the cutest superhero! Ridiculous!”
“Utterly ridiculous?”
“Nice one, Alya”
“Thank you so much, Y/N,” you gave Alya a high five on your way to your seat next to Juleka and Rose on the couch facing Marinette and Alya. A sunny Friday after school was the perfect place for Kitty Section and their entourage to hang out. Unfortunately without Ivan and Mylène, seeing as their anniversary called for a private celebration. After pushing a couple couches onto the deck of The Liberty, Alya had predictably started talking about Paris's resident hero team. Today, she chose to ask everyone who they deemed the cutest, and she made sure to jump on Marinette's... interesting response, “And girl, he has the same silky golden hair and dreamy emerald eyes as Adrien Agreste. What’s utterly ridiculous is you freaking out and dodging every time we bring up superheroes!”
The designated snack-boy, Luka, walked out precariously carrying three bowls of goodies for everyone, “Alright, I got more popcorn. Sorry, but looks like we’re out of cheese flavoring, Y/N”
“Oh... that’s fine. I honestly wasn’t expecting it since I forgot to ask,” your free hand not reaching for the bowl rubbed the back of your neck, “but thanks for remembering.”
“Oh, um yeah- Always," is it creepy to remember something so specific? Someone as nice as Y/N wouldn't be interested in some creep. Ugh. Luka took a seat with his own bowl after passing Alya and Marinette theirs. He ended up next to you on the floor, leaning against the arm of the couch, dangerously close to touching your legs.
Rose reached for the popcorn as she interjected, “You know, Alya does have a point. So Marinette, why don’t you just tell us who you think the cutest superhero is, if you don’t like us guessing?”
Somehow Marinette’s face went even paler as she spoke, “What- I mean, I don’t- I haven’t thought- Wha- what about Y/N? Why aren’t you interrogating them?”
Alya crossed her arms, “Because Y/N says the same thing about the same hero every day. Just watch. Ahem, Y/N, care to weigh in on the cuteness level of our lovely Parisian superheroes?”
You looked up from the bowl you had stolen back from Rose with wide eyes, "Hey! Okay, no, that is not fair! Besides, what is our criteria for 'cute'? I mean... Are we going just by physical characteristics? Is costume a factor? What about the animal they're representing, could our opinion of that make this whole thing unfair? And cuteness is so subjective anyway... Why are we even reducing these amazing and honorable superheroes to just their looks? I mean we could be talking about skill, or their powers or power lev-"
"-And your answer would be exactly the same. Seriously, are you done trying- and might I add, failing- to talk yourself out of this one yet? Or should I just read the article you wrote for the Ladyblog?"
"You said you deleted that!"
Luka had perked his head up at your initial fumbling response and turned to you when he spoke, "You wrote an article? That's pretty cool."
You rubbed your face to try and distract yourself from the burning embarrassment, "Umm, yeah. But it was terrible and extremely not. worth. publishing." You hoped the glare you sent the girl in question was enough to scare her into deleting it on the spot, or to at least lie about it, "So Alya kindly deleted it, right?"
Sitting up with a smug look and crossed arms severely lowered your faith that she'd keep quiet. "A good journalist archives everything. Especially something as juicy as one of her besties going on for five thousand words about how dreamy the great Viperion is," dramatically fake-fainting into Marinette's lap, Alya could barely finish before bursting out in laughter. Of course, quickly followed by the others joining in to varying degrees. Juleka and Rose happily giggled to themselves, Marinette looked more relieved that the heat was off her, and Luka seemed to be shocked, or maybe just holding back to see how you were taking this.
Horribly. Horribly embarrassed would describe how you were taking this conversation. You sat there stock-still as you hoped that none of the others could hear your heart's desperate attempts to pound its way out of your chest. That's certainly all you could hear, at least until Alya's voice brought you out of it, "Hey, it's fine," she made her way over to sit next to you as she continued, "We all have our little hero crushes. That's why I bring it up all the time, to show you that it's totally normal! I mean, we all know how I could go on about Carapace for days," Alya gestured for the others to continue, and used her other hand to try and comfort you.
"Well, I find Ladybug to be just absolutely adorable and so kind.... oh it just makes me so happy knowing she's keeping all of Paris safe," Rose added softly.
Juleka brushed a strand of hair aside as she spoke, "Rena Rouge is super mysterious, pretty rad in my opinion."
Alya was rubbing your back like the mom friend she is to try and help encourage you, "See? Super normal, so go ahead and release all this pent up Viperion energy that I know you have. Maybe it'll encourage Marinette here to finally join in the fun!" Alya stuck her tongue out at her best friend, who responded promptly by smashing her face into a pillow.
You just sighed, "I mean- it’s- it can't just-'' were you supposed to just get over it all just like that? Well, at least the embarrassment was wearing off, maybe you could just entertain her for a bit, "Well- um, you see.... HisHairJustLooksReallySoftAnd- you know what. Nope. Can't do anymore of this. Yep- that's all you're getting out of me!" This time when everyone started giggling, you were able to comfortably join them. It was a nice feeling.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A nice evening chilling out with your friends was always welcome, especially with the rising number of akumatizations making that less possible. But the night had come to a close. Alya and Marinette went home, Juleka was walking Rose back herself, and Luka and you had volunteered to clean up. Luka stopped drying the cup in his hand for a minute as he looked at you, “Um, I know it might not be my place, but I want you to know that you don’t have to be embarrassed about the whole... Viperion thing.” God, how am I supposed to take the news that MY crush has a crush on.... Sort of me? Am I supposed to count it as me at all?
“Oh, um. Yeah, thanks. I think I’m over the embarrassment now that it’s out. I don’t know, it’s just that a lot of people think it’s weird since he’s kind of a new hero,” how are you supposed to explain this to him? That you kept such a non-issue secret from him, especially without getting suspiciously defensive about it. “And then people use that to try and say that I only like him for his looks..... And that’s not it! I don’t know, it’s kind of.... A lot? To explain, that is.” This was not going well.
“Oh... Well, what is it? That you like about him, I guess.”
This was so not going well. But he was waiting for a response so... “Uh, well I guess it did kinda start..... that way.... but then I started doing research. I learned about his power and saw videos of his fights. He’s really good! Especially for being so new, which kinda goes into why his power makes me like him so much.” Shit. Rambling, I’m just talking and talking and I need to stop. But how am I supposed to change the subject now? And now Luka’s sitting down, and he seems so invested. Why does this have to happen to me?
“What do you mean by that?”
Luka’s voice kindly shuts your little thought-spiral in its tracks. What were you saying? Oh, Viperion’s powers! You can talk about this, you know this. Just keep talking, at least he seems interested in it, “Well, you know how he can go back and redo the last couple of minutes?” Luka nodded, “Well, we always see the time that worked out. Us civilians get to keep going from the one time it all went right. Just imagine all the times he failed, all the times he couldn’t get it right. It could be dozens, maybe even hundreds of times! He must get so discouraged at some point, I mean I know I would.... I guess I didn’t really think about it at first, but.... but, I doubt I could keep that determination, and I’m so glad Paris has a hero who can, and does.”
Silence. Why was it so quiet? Oh no, he thinks I’m weird. He must think-
“All of this from ‘his hair looks soft’?”
“Hey! You can’t tell me not to be embarrassed, then make fun of me! That’s against the rules!”
Luka chuckled as he said, “Against what rules, exactly?”
“The Rules Of Best Friendship, duh!”
“And who exactly said you were my best friend?”
“Well... your loss, I guess. Now you won’t get an invitation when I plan Rose and Juleka’s wedding,” you brushed off his offended glare as you took the seat next to him.
“She’s my sister.”
“She’d take my side.”
I’d take your side, too. I will always take your side. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
A/N the sequel: I am super bad at finishing things, but I really wanna keep motivated to finish this (like I have a full, probably 3 part, plan for this). If you guys want to help, shoot me a message and I'll send you a link to the google doc I'm writing this on. Feel free to leave a little comment (pls be kind, obviously) and see my writing process! Idk, would any of you guys be interested in that? Would you just get annoyed at having already read the thing before I post it?
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Click (Part IV: Rock Lee)
Synopsis: You invited everyone out to dinner. You also audibly clicked. People had opinions about this.
Word Count: 2,228
Warnings/Tags: Attempt at Humor, Fem!Reader
Part I: Shikamaru, Part II: Shino, Part III: Neji, Part IV: Rock Lee , Part V: Naruto, Part VI: Kiba, FINALE, The Message in Click
Notes: Come get y’all juice! For all of y’all who only like this series for Shikamaru, I can safely say that he will make an appearance in all six (6) parts. I don’t know why I always write Ino and Kiba as jerks when I need them, but I’ll be writing some much deserved love for them soon!
Rock Lee felt completely and utterly mortified. Absolutely destroyed beyond any reasonable measure. In fact, he might as well have curled up right there in the dirt right where he stood. He stared, wide eyed, tears near brimming in his waterline.
“You a-are, you are serious, Shikamaru?”
Shikamaru’s hand draped across his face, pulling at the skin below his eye. He glanced around in search for a way out of the conversation he got roped into, but to no avail. He would definitely need a smoke after this. Shikamaru huffed, shifting his weight to his back leg.
“Well, yeah, but it’s really not a big deal though Le-”
“I missed our dear friend’s birthday! Oh, Shikamaru, how will she ever forgive me?” Lee lunged forward, grasping at the shadow-user’s hands in desperation. Shikamaru nearly toppled over. He held out his wrists in front of his body, an effort to keep Lee at bay.
Shikamaru couldn’t help the helpless expression that crinkled his brow. Afterall, this was his own fault. He should have known that bringing up your birthday to Lee could only end in disaster. He didn’t even mean to mention it, it just slipped out before Shikamaru could completely foresee the consequences.
“I’m sure she’s already forgiven you.” Shikamaru reassured the practically melting ninja in front of him. Lee shook his head wildly from side to side.
“No! I must rectify this!” Lee exclaimed, eyes flaming.
Before Shikamaru could say anything, Lee bolted off. Shikamaru sighed, hand retreating into his pockets. Unfortunately, he was someone else’s problem now.
***
“How could you not tell me?” Lee cried, a stream of tears flowing down his cheeks. A contrite look of complete and utter sorrow overtook his face. Neji and Tenten looked at their teammate blankly, unsure as to what exactly it was that they were supposed to do.
“Tell you…?” Tenten waved her hand in a circular motion in front of her. Lee nearly burst into tears as he cried your name loudly.
“Why did you not tell me that her birthday was yesterday?!” Tenten stiffened, diverting her eyes down to the side. She clenched her teeth, eyes widening. Neji paid no attention, but per usual frowned anyway.
“Did you really call a team meeting to talk about this?” He questioned flatly. Tenten crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling very small.
“I-” She drew out the syllable. “-didn’t know about all that. About the birthday thing...”
“I did not either!” Lee exclaimed, lunging at Tenten for a supportive hug. She quickly dodged out of the way.
“I did.” Neji put promptly, crossing his arms as well. Tenten turned to him in surprise.
“You did?” She asked, still fending off an energetic Lee. Neji’s scowl deepened.
“Yes, why else did you think she was asking everyone to come to dinner with her?” Tenten’s lips formed a line. Her thumb repeatedly brushed over a patch of skin on her upper arm.
“D-doesn’t she do that all the time though?” She chuckled nervously, the rubbing becoming more frequent. Neji scoffed.
“Please, Tenten. Did you see the dress she was wearing? There’s n-” Neji stopped. He cleared his throat, moving his hands to his hips as he looked up. He hoped that the slight tint of red would quickly drain from his cheeks. “I mean, she was obviously dressed for a special occasion.”
“A very special occasion indeed!” Lee declared, oblivious. “I guess it is better late than never to get a birthday present!” He looked at his two teammates with expectation.
“I’m not too sure that’s necessary since a day has already passed. It might be a slap in the face ‘cause you’re practically telling her that you forgot her birthday when it mattered. I think she’ll understand if you just leave it.” Tenten let out another anxious laugh. Her heel made circles in the dirt. “I didn’t get her anything. Neji didn’t either, right, Neji?” Neji quirked a brow.
“I did, actually.” Lee shouted at the statement as his hands came up to his face. Tenten stared up at the Hyūga.
“You did?”
“What did you get her?” Neji tilted his head up again, inwardly cursing his fair and pale complexion.
“None of your business.” He glowered.
“Then I will ask around to see what everyone else got her!”
And before either teammate could say anything, Lee was gone. Tenten tapped her foot, looking into the distance after Lee.
“It’s not like I knew it was her birthday.” She pouted.
“You still blew her off.” Neji muttered. Tenten pivoted quickly.
“So did you!” She pointed a finger before throwing her hands in the air. “We always blow her off ‘cause-” Neji held up a hand.
“Correction. I almost blew her off.” It didn’t seem physically possible, but his frown deepened. “It’s true that she hardly shuts up, but she’s actually… quite kind.”
***
Much to the fortune of Lee (and the misfortune of his new victims), he found Team Seven and the rest of Team Ten together. Ino and Sakura chatted animatedly together as Naruto and Choji brainstormed their plan of attack on the local eateries of Konoha. And Sai, well... Sai liked to be included.
Lee landed in front of the group causing the two women to nearly knock him out where he stood. If there was one thing that none of the Konoha 12 could ever get used to, it was Rock Lee’s random appearances from random places. It was a stealth undetectable by the sharingan and unseen on missions. Truly a phenomenon. He screamed something incoherent, per usual. Ino stumbled back.
“Lee!” Sakura scolded, eyes closed as she tried to compose herself from the scare. Steam poured from her nostrils. “What did we tell you about appearing out of nowhere?” She seethed. Ino marched up to the taijutsu user.
“Someone better have died for you to make an entrance like that. I swear, Rock Lee, I swear.” Lee sheepishly scratched the back of his head, bowing shallowly in apology.
“I apologize. I report no deaths. I simply have a question of the utmost urgency!”
Naruto peered over the shoulder of his teammate.
“What’s going on?” He questioned. Sai had already appeared by Ino.
Once again, Lee screeched your name aloud abruptly, causing the group to jump in surprise.
“I completely forgot to get her a birthday present!” Lee announced and his fellow ninja tilted their heads in varying degrees of confusion. Lee blinked, waiting for a larger reaction. His knees bent, hands held out with palms facing upward. “You know? For her birthday. Yesterday.”
The lot exchanged looks, wide eyes and circular lips abound.
“That… explains a lot.” Choji cringed, for one letting his bag of chips lower. Lee looked on in confusion at his ninja pals, not understanding the same pained looks that Tenten wore earlier. Sai leaned forward.
“Eh… the day of one’s birth is typically celebrated, correct?” He whispered, but Naruto immediately waved him off. Sakura exhaled forcefully and put a finger up to her lips.
“I assume that she invited the rest of you out?” She squinted one of her eyes, seeming almost afraid to ask. A pause.
“Yep...”
“Eh, yeah...”
“Yes, she did.”
“Uh-huh…”
Sakura crossed her arms, letting her head bow. Both of her eyes clenched shut now.
“And…” She started. “Everyone ignored her to go out with Kiba?”
A chorus of confirmation echoed around her. She cursed to herself under her breath, head snapping up towards the sky as her hands moved to her hips. Sakura shifted to one side as she sighed. Lee continued to watch on in puzzlement. Sakura covered her face, groaning.
“Do any of you have ideas for a gift?” He asked enthusiastically, but was ignored. The four ninja were simply too wrapped up in their own world and Sai, well… Sai just didn’t have a good idea.
“If I had known, I would’ve gone.” Sakura exhaled.
“Yeah, me too.” Naruto huffed. Ino and Choji remained quiet, exchanging looks between themselves. Sai looked on, expressionless.
“Well…” Ino pursed her lips. She took a deep inhale. “C’mon, are we really making a big deal out of this?” Lee’s brows furrowed together.
“Of course! It is a big deal! We forgot our comrade’s birthday and we-”
“Can I say what everyone’s thinking right now?” Lee paused. Ino looked around. “I don’t really think it’s a big deal.” She shrugged and crossed her arms.
“What do you mean?” Lee exclaimed, hands waving rapidly. Sai cleared his throat.
“Well,” Sai prompted with a smile. “It’s not like any of you liked her anyway.” Naruto widened his eyes in shock. His jaw dropped lightly.
“What?” He gritted, turning to Sai and grabbing him roughly by his collar. “Why would you say something like that?”
“No, no.” Choji cut in, stepping in between the two. “I hear what he’s saying. There’s no point in feeling guilty. Like let’s be honest here, it’s not like any of us were really her friends. Like really, Naruto, can you name a time that you actually talked?”
It went quiet. Lee had since lowered his head, his bangs covering his eyes.
“I should be going now.” And with that, he disappeared before anyone could say otherwise.
Naruto stared blankly at the spot Lee stood, lost in thought and pensive. Sakura’s green eyes flickered from the spot to Naruto’s face to his clench fist. She motioned for their three friends to continue onward. Choji opened his mouth to interject, but Ino pulled him swiftly away. Sai followed behind. Sakura put a tentative hand on his shoulder. Naruto shrugged her hand away.
“Naruto,” She spoke softly. “We’ll make it up to her, okay? Don’t beat yourself up.” Naruto shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Sakura. I gotta go.” Sakura called after him as he left, but didn’t chase after him. She knew better.
***
Rock Lee found you just as you were exiting the market. He jumped down in front of you, though you could hardly tell that it was him. Petals blocked your vision completely as he thrust the bouquet in your face. You recognized his voice.
“Happy belated birthday! Please forgive me!” You peered over the flora. Lee bowed deeply at the waist in front of you. He gripped the stems with both hands, stretching his arms out past his head. You gingerly took them from his grasp.
“Oh, thank you, Lee.” You blinked. “What are these for?” Lee struck another dramatic pose.
“Please accept these flowers as my sincerest apology!” You peered down at them, taking in their sweet scent. You brushed over the stems with your fingers, slowly piecing everything together in your mind. You looked back to Lee, whose determined eyes trained on yours. A smile broke out across your lips. A laugh fell from them.
“Lee, you’re so silly!” You giggled and for yet another time that day, Lee was once again very confused. You clicked happily. “This is too much, you really didn’t have to get me flowers.”
“It was the least I could do! Please, allow me to continue making up for forgetting your birthday!” You rocked on your heels, grin wide.
“Well since you missed dinner yesterday, how about you join me for dinner right now?” You offered, not intending to take him up on his offer for the some-odd punishment he likely had in mind. “Come on! Let’s get these flowers in water.”
Lee gladly followed you, and so, you led the way home.
Lee was sure that he had seen most everyone’s apartments, but he most definitely didn’t recognize yours. It appeared more like an elongated closet than any studio apartment he’d ever seen. As soon as you opened the door, Lee could see straight through your kitchenette into your bed area. A small table sat in between the two spaces. A door, which he assumed was the bathroom, existed to the right. He could tell that it was also small simply by the slimness of the doorframe. The memory of his earlier conversation with Team Seven and Ten flashed across his memory. Perhaps he didn’t know you as much as he thought… or liked for that matter. You didn’t notice his momentary dip in energy.
You slipped off your shoes at the mat by the entrance and Lee followed suit, closing the door as he did so. You padded across the small kitchen and plucked open one of your cabinets to reveal a small, glass vase.
“Um…” You turned to look over your shoulder as you filled the container. “You can take a seat. Table or my bed, whichever is comfier!” Lee eyed the basket full of ingredients from the market that rested on the small counter. You placed the vase on the table.
“Surely you are not planning to cook for me.” Disappointment flooded your eyes. Your shoulders dropped. You fiddled with your pants.
“Well, uh… I mean I was. Is that a problem?”
“No!” Lee answered with a certain amount of urgency. “But I should be the one to make dinner for you, not the other way around.”
“You cook, Lee?” You clicked. “You should join me!”
But Lee did not cook. He often tried but for whatever reason, he could never seem to make it work. Nonetheless, that didn’t curb his enthusiasm.
“Yes! I would very much enjoy that!”
He joined you in the kitchen. The flowers sat on the table.
Notes: It’s not entirely from Rock Lee’s point of view, but tired to sprinkle in some language that reflected how I thought he’d think. Good jokes? I thought I wrote at least one banger line 😂
Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, and followed. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.
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Last chapter of this volume! Can’t believe we’re already through four volumes, and we’re not even done with the second full arc yet. I mean, later arcs are gonna be even longer, but like. Yeah.
[No. 35 - Battle On, Challengers!]
We move on to the next match - Kaminari versus Shiozaki! I’m actually kind of marveled that they were able to thaw out that entire glacier in any sort of timely manner. That’s quirks for you!
Present Mic announces Shiozaki as class 1b’s assassin, and also reveals that he apparently either doesn’t know the full quote for ‘every rose has its thorns’ or started to say it, only to realize she didn’t have roses and scrambled to compensate. Kaminari, meanwhile, gets announced as a ‘sparking, killing boy.’ Really kind of morbid on this round, huh?
Shiozaki turns around to object to Present Mic’s descriptor as an ‘assassin’, stating that she’s merely come this far seeking victory. Present Mic apologises, and Kaminari just kind of watches while admiring her. He takes notes of her eyes, and then thinks about how strong she is. He then sort of counters his previous admiration of strength by asking himself if he really has to hit someone so pretty with a full discharge, then concludes his ‘battle plan’ by determining that he’ll ask her out once all this is over.
Present Mic starts the match while Shiozaki is still focused on talking to Mic - which means she’s facing away from Kaminari. Which is kind of a dick move on Mic’s part, but eh, I guess ‘heroes have to be ready for anything,’ yarda yarda etcetera.
Kaminari asks Shiozaki if she wants to grab something to eat when they’re done there, and that he’s happy to console her if she wants. She turns to stare at him in confusion, just in time to see him charging up his whole body with his quirk. Kaminari makes a quip about this match probably being over in an instant - and then we cut to the immediate aftermath, where Present Mic comments on how it’s already over while Kaminari wheys out in the grasp of Shiozaki’s vines. Shiozaki was both able to create a shield against the electricity and yank Kaminari into the air and away from her, thus causing him to short-circuit.
One on patrol, Mount Lady comments on Shiozaki being a promising one, and another plant user. Kamui Woods amits he wishes he could’ve seen her up close, but that they need to get back to work.
Back in the stadium, Midnight announces Shiozaki moving on to the second round. Shiozaki is relieved to have no wasted the opportunity bestowed upon her, and the narrative finally gives us an informational blurb on her quirk.
...A strange ending note there, but sure. Some of the crowd - or possibly Izuku? Since he’s sinking into a muttering fest right after - comments on the ‘match’ and the participants. Shiozaki’s ability to use her quirk is something else, between building walls, binding enemies… Kaminari’s quirk was no use against her. She countered him well. He might’ve had a chance if he could maneuver better, but he panicked and short-circuited after one attack.
Ochako hears muttering besides her and is a bit alarmed, looking over to see Izuku in the middle of an analysis fugue. Izuku mutters about thinking Kaminari’s quirk would be stronger, but Shiozaki got fourth in the entrance exam, and she’s the real deal. The vine moves are similar to Kamui Wood’s binding attacks, and binding types are always strong, to the point where you almost never see someone break out. It’s pretty much impossible to dodge all the vine attacks, so the only counter is to rip them apart with brute strength - ah, but to prevent that, they tend to go for the hands first.
(...and I just NOW realized that this specific commentary about binding-type quirks and the counter being brute strength is literally something that comes into play when Best Jeanist binds Gigantomachia with those steel cables during the Jakku arc. Holy shit, I don’t think Hori intended it, but what a callback. Or it’s just good worldbuilding, which would also be neat!)
Ochako eventually cuts into Izuku’s muttering - startling him in the process - by commenting on how his match just ended, but he’s already thinking ahead strategy-wise. Izuku denies it, saying that it’s just a hobby of his, and that they finally have a chance to see the quirks of people outside their class in action. He then eagerly shows her his open notebook, stating that he has everything she’d need to know about class A in there - even her ‘zero gravity’.
Me, staring down the people who have the class unaware of the contents of Izuku’s notebooks when writing suspected traitor fics:
Anyways! Ochako is kind of impressed despite herself, stating that she thought Izuku was amazing from the day they met, but this sports festival has brought him to a whole other level. Izuku is confused by the complement, but there’s no time to ask, since Present Mic is announcing the participants of the next battle: Tenya versus Hatsume.
Some of the students are chattering about how the match is going to go, with one asking what is that - which seems to be referring to the support items Tenya is wearing? Midnight comments on it as well, noting that they’re forbidden for hero course students, and that a special request has to be put in for those things beforehand. Tenya admits he forgot, seeing as Aoyama was wearing that belt of his. Midnight reminds him that Aoyama applied for an exception.
Tenya apologies, stating that he’d been touched by Hatsuma’s sense of sportsmanship. Although she’s a member of the support course, she came to him and said that if they’re to be seen as equals, then they should fight on equal footing. She gave those items to him; her earnest spirit… he could never look down on it. That was his thinking.
Midnight apparently is now all for this, calling Tenya naive. Mic says that it’s good enough for him, and Aizawa says that if both parties are fine with it, he supposes it can be allowed… right? Izuku, up in the stands, is looking concerned, wondering if Hatsume is really the type to offer that. Hatsume, of course, is chuckling as she flips down a microphone right as the match starts.
Mei immediately starts going into her spiel, commenting on Tenya’s speed - much to the confusion of both Mic and Tenya. She then points out how Tenya’s legs should feel lighter than usual, and that that’s what one can expect with her custom leg parts, which keep up with their user’s speed! However, dodging is no problem for her with her hydraulic attachment bars! Which she deploys just before Tenya reaches her, causing him to trip over one of the bars and flail.
Mei checks for where the support companies were seated, her quirk zeroing in on the faces she’s looking for - which, to her pleasure, are eating her words up.
Tenya catches himself and spins on his heels, wondering what she’s going. Hatsume complements it, noting how her auto-balancer makes those sorts of tight movements possible. Meanwhile, up in the announcement booth, Mic and Aizawa are both so put out, with Aizawa facepalming and calling her a born saleswoman.
The game of tag, along with a completely play-by-play sales pitch, goes on for another ten minutes. Eventually, however, Hatsume steps over the line, sweating but proud of managing to get through everything she wants to show off. Midnight states that Tenya’s moving on to the second round, while Tenya is just in despair at the deception.
Ah, the face of someone with zero shame. Hatsume gives a completely insincere apology for using Tenya, which Tenya replies to by stating his extreme dislike of her.
Izuku is also a bit dismayed as he notes that Tenya is just too serious, so it wasn’t hard for her to get him to play her game, and that at least she’s honest about her under-handed methods to get what she wants. Ochako herself is looking a bit down as she gets up, quietly noting to Izuku that she should get to the prep room. Izuku notes that she left her still-full drink behind, glancing back to her in concern as she walks away.
As other matches run in the background, we shift over to prep room two, which Tenya is just entering. Ochako, already waiting in there, tells him good which, which startles him out of his funk as he recognizes her. Of course, the first thing he notes is her furrowed brows, which Ochako admits is probably from her being a bit nervous, and how it’s probably showing on her face. Tenya remembers her match is against Katsuki, and Ochako admits that she’s really scared. But, seeing Tenya out there, she…
Well, before she can finish her thought, Izuku bursts into the room. Ochako is confused, since he should be out there watching the other matches. Tenya to the side asks about the story behind the support girl. Izuku ignores the latter, telling Ochako that another two matches are already over, and now Kirishima and some class 1b guy are duking it out. Mina managed to damage Aoyama’s belt, he panicked, and she knocked him out with an uppercut to the chin. Then Tokoyami won his match in a flash - he didn’t give Momo the time to use the objects she made… he’s one of the strongest guys here in a one-on-one. Ochako realizes this means her match is up soon, her heart pounding in her chest.
Tenya can’t imagine that Katsuki would give it his explosive all against a female opponent, but Izuku cuts in, staring very firmly that Katsuki will. Everyone is competing here with the dream of becoming number one. No one’s holding back - Katsuki least of all. However, Ochako’s already helped Izuku so much, so he thought he might return the favor…
He really just stores his notebooks anywhere he can. What a legend. He offers the notebook, stating that Ochako needs a counter-strategy against Katsuki - one that uses her quirk. He came up with it on the fly, but it might work! Tenya is relief, stating how fortunate Ochako is. Ochako thanks Izuku, but says that it’s okay. Both Izuku and Tenya are startled by the reply.
Ochako states how amazing Izuku is, and how he does amazing stuff all the time. During the cavalry battle, she thought the easiest strategy woul be to team up with friends. But when she thinks about it, she was just putting her faith in Izuku. That’s why Tenya said ‘I challenge you’ and all that, which left her feeling a little embarrassed about herself.
She pushes herself to her feet, moving past them to get to her match as she says thanks, but no thanks. Everyone here is fighting for their futures, so doesn’t that make them all rivals? That’s why she’ll see him in the finals!
Ochako, sweetie…
Kirishima and Tetsutetsu knock each other out at the same time. Present Mic comments on the mirror image quirk matchup, and how the winner is… neither! They have a tie, since both are down. Midnight clarifies that in the event of a tie, they’ll determine the winner after the two recover, probably with an arm wrestling match or the like. The crowds comment on how they’re equal in strength, and how that was great though. They kind of hotbloodedness would be a great morale boost, and how they’re desirable as sidekicks.
Shouto watches on as the final two contestants of the first round enter the arena. Tsuyu states her worries about the match, and Jirou addson how she doesn’t want to watch it. Izuku quietly hopes for Ochako to do her best.
And so the final match is announced: Ochako versus Katsuki.
And with that, volume four is done! I’ll be getting up the character sheet first, and then digging into the bonus material. Hopefully y’all enjoy!
#chapter 35#sports festival arc#readthrough#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#midoriya izuku#Iida Tenya#uraraka ochako#kayama nemuri#aizawa shouta#yamada hizashi#Hatsume Mei#Kaminari Denki#shiozaki ibara#not related to this post or anything#but happy birthday tenya#what a good bean#he gets so betrayed in this chapter
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You asked me to elaborate on the "Ches already has a kid" theory in the notes of that one mf analysis post (which I really liked, go check it out!!), so that's why I'm making this one, cuz notes are a bit too restricting for what I want to talk about!
Though next time think twice before asking me to talk about something I'm interested in, because you never know when you're gonna wake up lovecraftian horrors!! :DDD you'll see what i mean when you press read more :))
So, I'll say it right now - this post is largely inspired by the second story highlight of this Instagram user (sorry, I don't know their name, only that their Instagram handle is dee_girl_metalfamilyfan), it's in Russian though, so keep that in mind
Alright, so I'll break this theory into two parts: the first one will be all about Ches, and the second will be about his potential child (spoiler: you might've seen her!)
Without any further ado, let's get to the Ches part:
1. The creators said that they're gonna explore Ches' character in the second season. Obviously, it doesn't mean anything on it's own, but just wait.
Dima: Let's talk about the second season a little. Of course, the seconds season will show development of the old characters, as well as new ones. That's in short. As you see, Ches looks a bit different here.
Alina: Yeah, we'll show a bit more about Ches at the ages of 18 to 20. His past. We'll reveal a bit more about his complex character, as much as it's possible.
(The source of the translation)
Also I think they also said at one point that adult Ches will get some character development too? But that's probably a given, considering that we wouldn't see his youth if it wouldn't have affected him in the present, flashbacks without any relevance to the overall story don't sound so good
2. Not sure about this one (we don't know how much in character it was) but I can't not mention it.
Alina: Actually there was this one fanfic that I really liked. I don’t remember what it was called, but it was about Ches having a daughter, which is a cool topic. It was relatively in character and truly interesting. It’s great when people focus not just on sexual relationships of the characters, but also try to look at their development. That was a really interesting one. That’s it.
(UnityCon '19)
3. This one's a pretty big one, in my opinion. So, this is what they said on ArtWave '19:
Dima: Ches also has flaws.
Alina: [to Dima] Don’t spoil stuff.
Dima: His flaw is that he's very... irresponsible, let’s say.
So, maybe, just maybe, Ches does have a child but he, you know... left them? As the Instagram highlight from the beginning say: "he might be irresponsible enough to leave his child, and he's probably irresponsible enough not to use any contraception" (rephrased, not the exact quote)
4. Alright, so, the only mention of this one I can think of right now is the aforementioned Instagram highlight. The Metalfamilyfan says:
I contacted Korg/Корж, (admin of @ metal_yama [and I believe one of the organizers of the Metal Family Meetup in Moscow]) and she asked Alina on one of the meetups: "if Ches were to be a father, what kind of father would he be?"
And she said: "The kind of that would say "kid, look at that birdie over there!" an then he would run away"
Someone's words are not the perfect source, but they did tag Metal Yama and from what I know they didn't disagree with what the author of the page said. if anyone has anything to say about this (disprove or definitely prove what I said) feel free to do so in a reblog, notes, DMs, send me an anonymous ask, or in any other way you feel comfortable with
5. Ches has literally been through the same thing, and we know how important the theme of the cycle of abuse is in Metal Family (or, in this case, the cycle of neglect? Abandonment? Idk)
You managed to hide your PREGNANCY from me! AND you've been hiding the child from me for a whole year!
YES, because you would've insisted on aborting him!
AND NOW I'M INSISTING ON PUTTING HIM UP FOR ADOPTION! OR I'LL LEAVE RIGHT NOW!
6. Here we can see Ches with a blonde girl. Nothing too special, probably just a one time hook up. He doesn't seem to be interested in her, and she seems to be annoyed with him.
But wait...
What is this?
Like, it doesn't even matter if there's actually a punk/rock/whatever band named MOM or not, I just think it's pretty weird to put it in this particular drawing of Ches and this random woman who is implied to have slept with him. It's not integral to Ches' character as, for example, Korol i Shut is. It's just... there. For some reason.
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Alright, now, finally let's get to the second part of the theory: who is, exactly, his child?
The short answer is, according to this theory, her:
First, let me list every single instance of her appearing in canon (and by canon I mean everything made by the creators. Even with this definition of canon it's not much, I promise):
The screenshot you can see above on the left (it's a screenshot from the second season and it appeared here), an instagram story posted by Alina (above, right), and two drawing with a lot of characters where you can spot the girl which I'm gonna call her PinkHair or PH for short, I'll mention them later
I feel like I should mention this, comparing the sources of the images and the dates when they were posted, it's safe to assume that the screenshot in the classroom has the latest and final version of her design. The red hair most likely doesn't mean anything
1. Alright. So. we've seen Dee and PinkHair in a classroom together, so they're most likely related in some way, or at least they know each other. Their exact relationship doesn't matter here, because all that matters here is that they're related story-wise
Let's look at the first image. This is the banner of the main Metal Family channel. Ches is near Heavy (they get along quite well and I'm sure Heavy aspires to be like Ches in many ways), Dee (we can see his classmates/friends near him, they're all about his age), and we can see people related to Glam on the left side of the image (including Ches!), and Vicky's - on the right side (notice how the hell sign is also there)
Now, I'm not absolutely sure about this one, but it's still kind of weird - look at the image on the right (it's from ArtWave 2021 btw) - wouldn't it make more sense to put PinkHair near Dee? Also, Curiously enough, not only is she not close to Dee on this image, but she's also standing next to Ches.
Though this whole thing could be explained by art theory (too many small things in one corner of your drawing isn't great composition wise lol sorry PH) but I still can't quite skip this point
2. Remember the "MOM" lady? Fun fact, she has the exact same pearl earring that PinkHair has on the screenshot.
3. I'll put all similarities with her supposed parents in this point:
Mother:
* She's also pretty uh.. glam? for the lack of a better word? Or feminine in a traditional sense, yeah I think that's a better way to put it. Like colors they prefer to wear for example, and jewelry. Characters like that aren't common in Metal Family
* She's gotta be a blonde. I can't imagine her being anything but blonde. If she manages to maintain that hair color as a brunette I'm just straight up assuming her character arc is gonna be killing God because these kind of people are capable of anything. I fear them with every fiber of my being.
* I can't say for sure because of the shading, but it seems like they both have gray eyes, and she also has darker skin compared to most MF characters. Though, it's likely that Mom just applied a lot of fake tan
Ches:
* We know that Ches for sure has darker skin
* AND grey eyes
* There's also some possible personality similarities but I'm not sure if you can compare a child to a parent they've never really known in this way
That's about it, I suppose, I hope there isn't that many grammar mistakes and logically unfinished parts and whatnot in this post I forgot to edit lol x)
I'm not sure how to end this post other than to remind you guys that almost all the points in this posts are inspired by the "тупая теория" highlight on the dee_girl_metalfamilyfan's Instagram page, so go check them out and subscribe, they post Dee x The Quest Girl fanart and and always credit the artists. Without them this post would be much, much shorter.
Thanks for reading this post, please feel free to let me know your thoughts on this post <3
#i tried to organize this but#yeah#also damn i hope PH's mother isn't in the same situation as Ches' :'(#at one point i misspelled parent in the context of ches as paren't and now i can't stop giggling like an idiot#these tags have completely different moods to them because I wrote them at different points in time btw#paren't#heh heh#metal family#metal family ches#metal family pinkhair#this seems like it's made up but if words end in ent or ant or something like that sometimes i automatically put an ' in without thinking
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things couples do : b.b
bucky comes to visit you after a mission to help you decorate your apartment for christmas, only to discover the job has already been completed. (1.6k)
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“Do you think the compound will be done when we get back?” Sam questions, looking over to Tony who simply rolls his eyes as he checks his watch.
“It’s the second of December, Wilson.” Tony states. “If Pepper hasn’t sorted the decorations out then somethings clearly wrong.”
Chuckling under his breath, Steve averts his attention to Bucky who remains lost in his own thoughts. “Are you helping Y/n decorate?” Steve asks quietly, watching as Bucky lifts his head up, snapping himself from the cries of those who were lost during the mission.
Quickly, his thoughts are replaced by the faint sound of your laughter, of him holding you close in his arms as you watch a movie (despite Bucky asking twenty questions a minute) and making him feel safe.
“I’m not sure,” Bucky responds. “I, I think so?” Uncertainty laces Bucky’s tone as Steve simply nods.
It was going to be your first Christmas together, and the rules seemed a little less than clear for an Avenger who was over one hundred years old and one of Pepper’s assistants who lived in her own apartment- a civilian if you will.
“Oh, you have to, Barnes.” Sam pipes up, eavesdropping on the pair's conversation and ignores the blatant glare from Bucky. “It’s a thing all couples do, brings you closer together and get in the holiday spirit.”
“He’s right, as much as I hate to admit it.” Tony adds as he rises to his feet, heading towards the pilot to check how much longer he’d be trapped with the trio.
“You do practically live there already,” Steve shrugs a shoulder, making a fair point. “so I guess you could always help her decorate.”
Bucky nods along, still unsure. “I don’t even know if she’s got a tree or anything.” Bucky sighs to himself, wondering what he’s about to get himself into.
“It’ll be fun, you can listen to Christmas songs, dance around her apartment, kiss under the mistletoe if you’re able to replicate human emotions, cyborg.” Sam jokes, this time catching Steve giving him a knowing look. “I’m just saying, it’s something most couples do together, you’re at hers more than the compound.”
The thought lingers on Bucky’s mind as they begin to descend back toward the compound. He knows he’s home earlier than anticipated, having told you he would be gone for at least two weeks, yet here he is, a week early.
Once debriefed, Bucky gathers his things and heads straight for the lift, knowing nothing is stopping him now from being with you.
“Buck,” Steve calls out as Bucky taps his foot as he watches the elevator rise from the ground floor.
Trying not to get caught in the streams of tinsel dangling from the ceiling, Steve approaches his friend as they both wait for the metal doors to open.
“It’s fine, Steve, I’m fine.” Bucky reasons. “I’m going to see my best girl.”
The comment doesn’t go amiss by the captain as a smile forms on his face, having wondered if his oldest friend would ever find happiness again.
“Let me know how it goes, and send her my love.” Steve pats Bucky’s shoulder as he turns around, heading back to his room as the metal doors open, allowing Bucky to have a moment alone as he gathers his thoughts in earnest to see you.
*
Standing outside of your apartment, Bucky fiddles with the keys in his grip as he turns the door handle, hearing the reassuring sound of the locks sliding out of place.
As he opens the front door, Bucky gently places his bags down and locks the door behind himself.
Usually, you would stir or pause whatever you might be doing at the sound of the door closing, yet you’re nowhere to be found.
“Y/n?” Bucky calls out your name as he places his keys in the hallway as he steps forward, the faint sound of music playing in your living room.
Turning the corner, Bucky pauses as he leans against the doorway of your living room; covered in Christmas decorations including a large tree glowing with lights and baubles.
It’s a sight that Bucky didn’t anticipate walking in to, and as he steps in he admires your handiwork.
Behind him, Bucky can hear the sound of you stirring and quickly turns on his heels. “Baby?” Trying to hold back his laugh, Bucky kneels down in front of the armchair you’re in, well, stuck in for better words.
Your lap is coated in tinsel and a Santa hat you had been wearing now rests above your head instead. Yet, despite it, Bucky can’t help but love you even more.
Reaching out, Bucky removes the tinsel from your lap and you begin to wake up.
“Bucky?” You tiredly mumble as your eyes start to open as the sight of your boyfriend greets you.
“Hey, doll.” Bucky smiles as you begin to sit upright as a yawn escapes your lips.
“What day is it? I swear I just closed my eyes.” Confusion spreads across your expression as Bucky reaches for your hands, taking them in his.
“I’m home early, the mission was completed in less time than we had all anticipated.” Bucky explains, but as you focus on the small smile lining his lips you can see that pain lingering in his eyes.
Lifting your hand up, you rest it against his cheek, cradling into it as a sigh leaves his lips. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You mutter, even if it’s just the two of you.
Bucky shakes his head in response as he shuffles closer, resting his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his hair, listening as he hums contently. “There wasn’t a need for casualties, but these people, god, they were just in the wrong place.” Bucky explains quietly, seeing the looks of terror crossing their expressions whenever he blinks.
"I’m so sorry, Bucky.” You comment, pausing as you rest your stretch your arm out, resting your hand on his shoulder where flesh meets metal.
He can feel a small movement, the circles rubbing from his scar to the connection of his metal arm. “I just wish I had been faster, that someone saw them sooner.” Bucky mutters coldly, trying his best to remove himself from the situation and focus on the soft lighting and warmth you radiate.
“It’s not your fault, James.” You remind him as he shuffles in your embrace, looking up at you. “What?” You ask as he quirks an eyebrow to you.
“You called me James.” He states. “You never call me James.”
Bucky watches as your lips part, but words fail to follow momentarily. "I just, sometimes it slips out." You admit shyly. "And I think you needed a distraction too," You bite your lower lip, wondering if you crossed a line as Bucky simply looks up at you with a blank expression.
The moment is short lived as Bucky smiles up at you, that loving glint crossing his gaze. "I appreciate that, doll. I really do." Bucky chuckles as he rises to his feet, resting his hands on his hips as he looks around your living room. "See you've been busy whilst I was gone, huh?"
"Well, I needed a distraction myself." You admit, standing up behind him as you wrap your arms around his waist. "Do you like it?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky can see the empty boxes piled up that you would've gotten out on your own without a helping hand. He can see the precision of every ornament on your shelves and mantlepiece, wondering what stories hide behind each decoration he'll learn another day.
"Yeah, it's nice." Bucky mutters, but as your arms slide away from his waist, he mentally swears knowing that it wasn't quite the answer you're looking for.
"Nice?" You mimic his response as you stand beside him.
"I just, I thought it was something we could've done together, like a normal couple." Bucky reasons as he looks away from you. "That's stupid, forget I said it." He quickly adds, but you tugging his arm captures his attention.
A light laugh escapes your lips as you look up at him. "Bucky, I had no idea you would've liked to decorate with me." You cover your mouth with your other hand. "I'm sorry, baby. I just wanted it done so when you came back it was festive and we could just spend quality time together."
"I can't be mad at that suggestion." A smirk crosses Bucky's lips as he brings you into his embrace, trying to ignore you rolling your eyes as you look up at him.
"Oh, I forgot!" You exclaim, pulling away from his arms as you rush over to the pile of boxes. "It's in here somewhere," You mumble under your breath before revealing a golden star. "I, I couldn't reach the top of the tree, wanna help me put it on?" You hold the star in your fingertips.
"I'd love to, doll." Bucky walks over to your tree, meeting you there as he takes a hold of your waist, holstering you up with ease as you place the star on the top of the tree, the last of the decorations.
Lowering you down, you lean against Bucky as you appreciate your handiwork. "Would you look at that, beautiful isn't it?" You sigh happily as you admire your tree whilst Bucky admires you.
"Truly is, Y/n." Bucky mutters, turning you around as he leans down to kiss you softly.
"Merry Christmas, baby." Muttering into his lips, you smile as you pull away afterwards, swaying in your living room as Christmas songs play faintly in the background; just as Bucky envisioned.
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meeting an assassin
Illumi x f!reader x Hisoka (ish)
part 3 of Cathexis
a/n: and it’s all coming together~ still very much an Illumi x reader but Hisoka will play an important role moving forward
wc: 3k
The purpose behind meeting Hisoka took over your mind as the elevator descended the many floors of Heaven’s Arena and, by the time the bell rang indicating your arrival, all your apprehension had been replaced with determination.
Cathexis
“Wait for me!”
A hand swung out and stopped the elevator doors just in time for you to slip in. You thanked the person before leaning against the opposite wall looking down at your appearance. After mulling over what to wear, you went with the only dress you owned; a black dress that your mother had gifted to you for family reunions.
“Hah...”
You hated to admit it but you were nervous for your meeting with Hisoka—your dress and heels a clear indicator. You weren’t sure how it would go but you prepared for the worst by looking your best; you even threw on some makeup for good measure. The purpose behind meeting Hisoka took over your mind as the elevator descended the many floors of Heaven’s Arena and, by the time the bell rang indicating your arrival, all your apprehension had been replaced with determination.
Stepping out of the elevator and into the noisy lobby, you searched the crowd for the familiar mop of pink hair when you sensed an unnerving presence near you. Swinging around, you caught the person’s arm in a tight grip only to realize it was your date for the night genuinely surprised by your aggressiveness.
“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Morow,” you apologized dropping his arm and taking a step back. “I didn’t mean that.”
Hisoka’s lips quirked into a smile that didn’t match his eyes and massaged his arm for effect. “A bit tense aren’t we, Y/N?”
Had Hisoka been the one that triggered your response? Or could it be?
No. He hadn’t been keeping tags on you and he was supposed to be on a mission
“Sorry, I have a hard time lowering my guard.”
You took the arm Hisoka offered you and the two of you exited the lobby into the bustling street. You took the moment to casually admire his appearance. He wore a burgundy suit paired with a lavender button down that might have looked ridiculous on any other man but fit him like a glove.
“You look lovely tonight, Y/N.”
You smiled at Hisoka as you made your way down the street to the nearby restaurant Hisoka had made a reservation at. “Thank you, I must admit you clean up well yourself.”
“Taking out a special girl like you requires at least this much.” You didn’t dwell on his words too much knowing better than to fall for a man’s flattery. You merely widened your eyes and looked away feigning naiveté. You felt his eyes on you and could almost see the smirk that adorned his face.
The restaurant, sure enough, was upscale and was full of well-dressed people that were no doubt influential as well. You were used to dining in such establishments to find jobs but being here for a completely different purpose stripped you of your usual relaxed and indifferent demeanor. Instead, you pieced together a cheerful naïve façade that you hoped would convince your date.
“I apologize if I’m a bit boring, Mr. Morow, but I’m not used to dining with people I’ve just met.”
“Hisoka. Call me Hisoka, Y/N.” You plastered on a shy smile and widened your eyes purposefully before quietly trying his name on your tongue. “Very well…Hisoka.”
Your drinks arrived shortly after that and the two of you gave your orders to the waiter who penned them down and walked away leaving you alone once again. Taking a sip of your red wine for courage, you debated in which way to steer the conversation in your favor but Hisoka spoke first.
“Are you an assassin?”
You laughed. Not because you found his comment amusing but because you needed to mask your shock. Your gaping mouth and your trembling shoulders that had been your gut reaction were beyond your control in that moment but you hoped that the breathy laugh masked them sufficiently.
Had he figured you out?
“Oh no, I could never be an assassin,” you admitted lightheartedly. “I’ve actually been a pro hunter for six years now. A jackpot hunter to be exact.” You didn’t fail to notice the gleam in Hisoka’s eyes when you uttered the word hunter.
“Mmm a pro-hunter…you must have gotten licensed at a young age. You don’t look a day over twenty.”
“How did you know? I just turned nineteen a couple weeks ago.” You took another sip of wine to mask the grimace on your face. The conversation was far too focused on you for your liking but keeping the magician talking was the only way you would wear him down and turn the tides on him.
“A hunter at thirteen? No wonder you’re so strong.” You indulged him further with the backstory of your family of hunters and your desire to make as much money as possible to help your parents.
“And that’s why I’m here at Heaven’s Arena,” you stated. “I may be in between jobs but I still need to make money.”
“Yes, Heaven’s Arena is perfect for that and what better way to make money than to have fun doing it.” He was surprisingly genuine as he spoke and you pressed the subject further hoping it would lead to the topic you wanted.
“What are you doing at here?” You asked innocently but clutched your skirt underneath the table in anticipation.
“The same as you,” he replied measuring his words. “Making money on the side while doing what I like the most.”
“And that is?” You asked despite already knowing the answer from investigating him beforehand. Hisoka’s mouth contorted into an unsettling smile that created a heavy pit in your stomach.
“Fighting the strongest people I encounter.” His lilting voice went down an octave as he eyed you with lascivious intent. Your mind and body’s opposing reactions to his aroused state terrified you. While your mind assured you of the danger Hisoka represented, a strange warm wave washed away the discomforting pit in your stomach and your traitorous body wanted more.
“I can’t say I disagree,” you responded while ignoring your inner turmoil. “There’s nothing more exciting than being challenged. I guess that’s why I enjoy being a hunter; I get to meet all sorts of strong people while also making money.”
With your food arriving, the conversation was placed on hold and the two of you began to eat.
“Say Hisoka,” You broke the silence after swallowing a mouthful of baked fish. “Are you an assassin?”
Hisoka looked surprised for the second time that night before smiling slightly and shaking his head no. You had assumed he was one from the get-go since you couldn’t find anything about his profession but hearing him deny it only increased your curiosity on how he had gotten acquainted with Illumi.
“Oh, well I figured since you brought up assassins,” you admitted. “Also, from what I’ve seen you’re a strong and skilled nen user.”
“I couldn’t be one either. I dislike being tied down to any organization and, from what I’ve heard, the jobs are far too easy and dull.”
“Are you well-acquainted with assassins?” The question that had been dancing on your tongue finally escaped and you had to pinch your thigh to lessen your restlessness with the dull sting.
“Only one and that’s the other reason I’m here,” Hisoka informed you and his eyes narrowed with amusement. “To meet my assassin acquaintance.”
You froze even before Hisoka’s words registered because you felt that familiar itch that made your skin crawl only this time you were certain. Illumi was already in the restaurant and was making his way towards your table.
“Ah~ I hope you don’t mind but I told him where I was and he just arrived.” Hisoka said it like an afterthought as he waved to the man behind you while you forgot how to breathe altogether.
While you knew you would have to face Illumi one day, you were so sure it would be on your terms and yet here you were on an appointment with your bait while the fish approached you like nothing until he stood directly behind you. You suffocated from the tension that radiated off Illumi as he stared holes into your back. Hisoka stood up to greet Illumi and you, in an attempt to act normally, stood up as well but did so too fast that you lost your footing and found yourself tumbling forward only to be caught by a pair of strong pale arms.
You drowned in Illumi’s pools of black as he held you in his arms. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he took in the woman he had been following for years. Judging by his reaction, you could tell he hadn’t expected running into you which meant he had just finished his job and hadn’t tracked you yet.
The sound of Hisoka clearing his throat snapped the daze Illumi and you were in and he gently helped you to your feet. You steadied yourself with Illumi’s arm before settling into your seat and plastering a look on your face that you hoped came across as sheepish instead of terrified.
“I guess it’s been too long since I last wore heels,” you chuckled before facing Illumi who took a seat next to Hisoka. “Thank you for your help.” You dug the heel of your shoe into your calf to snap out of your shocked state with the pain.
Illumi merely regarded you with an unreadable expression before calling over your waiter and ordering his meal. Turning your attention to the magician next to him, Hisoka seemed to be enjoying the interaction between you and his friend. He smirked at Illumi before taking a sip of wine and meeting your scrutinizing gaze.
“You should have told me we would be having company.”
“Yes, you should have,” Illumi interjected turning to face his acquaintance. Hisoka, seeing the two gang up on him, threw his hands up in defeat. “What can I say, I forgot you were arriving today. I was completely distracted by Miss L/N’s beauty and strength.”
You remained silent observing Illumi whose face was emotionless but his jaw was tensed in a way that could only be interpreted to be due to agitation. It seemed that Illumi wasn’t fond of Hisoka’s attentions towards you and it only fueled your desire to agitate him even more.
“You flatter me, Hisoka,” you replied with a little laugh before engaging Illumi. “Is he always so friendly, Mr.…oh, I’m sorry but I don’t believe I caught your name.”
“Illumi Zoldyck,” was his expressionless reply and you hid your surprise at Illumi using his full name despite you supposedly being a complete stranger. You took the confidence in which he confided his name as proof that he had no idea what you knew.
“F/N L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Zoldyck.” You held his gaze for a thrilling moment before continuing the conversation. “Hisoka mentioned you worked as an assassin?”
Illumi gave Hisoka a pointed look before turning his attention to the woman before him. “Yes alongside my whole family.”
“I may not be an assassin but I know what it’s like to be in the same field as your family. You see, my family has a long-standing tradition of being hunters.”
“Yes, I’ve heard of your family.” Illumi admitted startling you enough to choke on your wine. The two men regarded you curiously as you fought against the dread that ripped through your entire person and left you grasping at straws to recover your composure. “Y-you know my family?”
Illumi’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing. “No, I only said I’ve heard of the L/N family of hunters.”
The blood drained from your face as Illumi studied you. You had misspoken and he was suspicious.
“Oh,” You replied playing it off and laughed hoping it didn’t sound too forced. “I’m afraid I can’t say the same of your family.”
“How interesting,” Hisoka chimed in. “Someone who’s never heard of the Zoldycks.”
“I’m just heeding my parent’s advice,” you informed the magician, saying too much in your nervous state.
“And that would be?” Illumi asked, the rare curiosity evident in his tone.
“To avoid getting involved with assassins.” You spoke honestly, remembering the warnings your parents gave you after every family reunion before parting ways. You wondered if they spoke from experience or if it was just something all parents did—tell their children to avoid dangerous people. Noticing the odd looks your company was shooting in your direction, you chuckled and donned your mask now that you felt more at ease.
“Although, I suppose it’s silly advice given the line of work I’m in,” you mused shaking your head before speaking again with a newfound boldness. “Our paths surely would have crossed eventually if they haven’t already before, right, Mr. Zoldyck?”
“…I suppose so, Miss L/N.”
Illumi eventually replied after a pause that was longer than normal. You zeroed in on the faint change in his demeanor. The slight tensing of his bare arm, his set jaw, and the twitching corners of his mouth. You couldn’t help the smirk that creeped onto your face as you took another bite of food. Satisfied, you turned your attention to Hisoka, who was quieter than you preferred, and complimented his choice of restaurant. The conversation then shifted to something more light-hearted between you and Hisoka while Illumi said very little if anything at all.
As the evening came to an end, the two men escorted you back to your floor. The energy in the long elevator ride shifted suddenly as a menacing aura attacked your senses. You were on edge instantly and glanced in the direction it came from only to find Hisoka’s bloodlust seeping out of him and directed at you. The sheer power of his murderous energy had you breaking out in cold sweat and you ripped your eyes away from him and focused on the increasing numbers that glowed on the black panel in front of you. An onslaught of negative thoughts took over as Hisoka’s bloodlust enveloped your body and tightened around your throat.
Would Hisoka attack you here?
Would Illumi join him? Had they fooled you into some sort of trap?
While you might have been able to escape Hisoka, you were no match for the two of them and things would surely end badly for you. As your mind raced for a possible solution to the worst-case scenario you were concocting, a firm voice broke through your thoughts and Hisoka’s threat.
“Hisoka.”
Illumi’s reprimanding voice echoed off the walls and cleansed you of the magician’s murderous intent until it reverted back to its owner who seemed more than pleased with himself. You relaxed your shoulders and shakily let out the breath you’d been holding. Before you could worry about the weakened state you’d shown, the elevator bell rang and the doors opened to reveal the floor of your suite.
After stepping out of the elevator, you turned to the duo eager to bid them farewell and put an end to the eventful evening. “Thanks for escorting me but I can see myself from here. Good—"
“Let’s keep in touch, Y/N.” Hisoka interrupted and held out his mobile phone to you.
Illumi’s head whipped towards Hisoka and the vexation on his face would be evident to any bystander let alone his only friend and the woman that had been investigating him for years. Seeing Illumi upset stoked the flames of your desire to get under his skin and you took Hisoka’s offer. While your eyes may have been focused on the screen of Hisoka’s phone, you felt Illumi’s anger rolling off him in malevolent waves and heard the pleased hums coming from Hisoka that only served to increase the former’s fury.
Handing Hisoka his phone back, you deftly avoided his reach that, most likely, intended to plant another not-so chaste kiss on the back of your hand and walked away without another glance back at the murderous magician and apathetic assassin.
Illumi and Hisoka sat at a lonely bar across the street from Heaven’s Arena whilst sipping on expensive liquor. After bottoming his drink, Hisoka decided to amuse himself by riling up his friend once more that night. Hisoka had been mildly aware of Illumi’s prey but he hadn’t expected to run into you nor had he expected you to be so — interesting.
“So, Y/N is the pet you check on constantly?”
“Was it a coincidence?” Illumi replied with another question. “You meeting her here.”
“It was.” Hisoka replied with a small sigh. “I guess this is what they mean by a fated encounter.”
Illumi tensed at the inclination of Hisoka’s words. He would have to put an end to it before Hisoka could sink his fangs further into what didn’t belong to him.
“Her fate is mine. I suggest you abandon any thought of claiming her.” Illumi’s monotonous voice was tense as he took a sip of his bourbon while Hisoka basked in the assassin’s out of character behavior. He had found an accessible weakness to the stoic assassin and Hisoka had no intention of letting it go.
“Oh…how?” Hisoka asked mirthfully. Illumi set his glass down and turned to face his acquaintance.
“She is my betrothed. Our families arranged it when she was an infant although it seems that she isn’t aware.”
Hisoka absorbed the information Illumi told him regarding the arrangement between their families. How the L/N’s had been indebted to the Zoldycks for a job that had been too expensive to pay at once. The Zoldycks decided to take their daughter as repayment. Hisoka found the whole affair fascinating but what piqued his interest was the fact that you didn’t know anything about the betrothal or the Zoldycks for that matter. Hisoka found himself wanting to know why the L/N’s hadn’t told their daughter she’d been sold to the Zoldycks and even further, wanted to know how you would react to the revelation. He could already imagine the fury, confusion, and dejection on your pretty face and the aura of your nen increasing from the rage. The vision served to arouse him and he couldn’t help but hum in pleasure.
“I won’t tell you to stay away from her because I know you won’t, but it would be in your best interest not to tell her of the engagement. She isn’t ready for it.” Illumi was firm and Hisoka knew better than to outright challenge him, but the wonderful reaction he would get from you captured his mind and convinced him. He would tell you and he would tell you soon.
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